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[sinsofnivan]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your idols and you. ♡

SUMMARY: just a bunch of saja boys NSFW prompts && drabbles. <3

PAIRINGS: SAJA BOYS/you, JINU/you, ABBY/you, ROMANCE/you, BABY/you, MYSTERY/you.

A/N: I KNOW I HAVE OTHER PROMPTS TO WRITE BUT AAAA I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH. <3

the meanest. ♡

the one who’ll make you plead, make you cry from being edged for too long. slap your cunt when you cum against his wishes, but mocks you for cumming too quickly. will break you. degradation galore.

BABY, MYSTERY.

the nastiest. ♡

spit, public play; maybe make his members watch while he fucks you in full nelson. has a collection of you at your most depraved: a picture from above while you suck him off, his cock coated in your mess, the bulge of your throat when he has your head hanging from the edge of the bed.

MYSTERY, BABY.

the most obsessive—err, possessive. ♡

has you covered in his bites. loves to make you scream his name, remind you who you belong to. adores how you smell jus’ like him when you leave his room. will literally scare off other men that dared to look at your direction.

oh, and jerks off to your panties.

all of them tbh. | JINU, ABBY, MYSTERY.

the sweetest. ♡

puts you first. will have you cumming five times before he can even take his clothes off. takes his sweet, sweet time in ruining you. will talk you through it while he’s riding out your sixth orgasm with skilled, circular rolls of his hips.

ROMANCE. duh. who else.

the biggest . . 👀 ( with visual, please be advised! )

ABBY — do i even need to explain? 9 - 11 inches. he's big. thick and fucking veiny. #CE7788. manscapes. has heavy, fat balls that's 'nuff to smother you, probably. will bulge from your tummy. has a sensitive tip, too. certified cervix breaker.

JINU — 8 - 9 inches. so fuckin' girthy you can barely make your fingertips touch together. has a prominent vein that runs down his shaft whenever he's hard, especially when he's pent up. bruiser. #F1A5AA. trimmed, always has a happy trail. a little curved.

MYSTERY — 8 inches. pretty smooth with a bulbous tip. leaks a lot of pre. a lot. a little on the hairy side. he adores seeing your nose buried in those darker tufts. has sensitive balls. #E9A6B2.

ROMANCE — 8 inches. the prettiest dick eveeeeer. he prefers manscaping but if you ever asked him to, yk, be a little hairier, he'll definitely grow it out for you. maybe leaning towards the left. #B56182. plump balls. lighter at the shaft, pinker at the head. has some purplish veins running down along it when he's pent up.

BABY — 7 - 8 inches. trimmed. has a fat fucking tip. #CD9F8F. smooth, but will occasionally have some veins peeking through. not as girthy, but the length compensates. don't be fooled—BABY 100% knows how to use it. he has sensitive balls, too.

most likely to break the bed. ♡

ABBY. i don’t need to explain.

most likely to ruin you for anyone else.

will have you crawling back to him. metaphorically, literally—it doesn’t really matter. you’ll come back for more.

MYSTERY, JINU, ROMANCE, BABY, ABBY.

most likely to fuck you stupid. ♡

they'll have you sobbing, shaking while every drag of his cock's making you writhe. cradles your head while he's deep, deep in you in a mean mating press. jus' can't stop fuckin' you because your cunt's too good, your expressions just make his cock throb every time. 

MYSTERY, BABY, ABBY, JINU, ROMANCE.

most blessedcursed with stamina. ♡

ABBY, JINU.

praise enthusiasts. ♡

JINU, ROMANCE, ABBY.

degradation enthusiasts. ♡

MYSTERY, BABY, JINU, ABBY.

loves seeing you beneath him - ♡ missionary, mating press, etc.

ROMANCE, JINU, ABBY, MYSTERY, BABY.

loves having you on top of him - ♡ cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, lotus, straddling his lap, etc.

ROMANCE, ABBY, JINU, BABY, MYSTERY.

orally fixated. ♡

ROMANCE, JINU.

will manhandle you. ♡

ABBY, JINU.

who cums the most?

ABBY, ROMANCE, JINU, MYSTERY, BABY.

teases the most.

all of them. | JINU, ABBY, ROMANCE, BABY, MYSTERY.

"mine,"

JINU's teeth sink into your skin. he can smell your arousal, smell that cunt. he's practically salivating, tongue nursing the harsh bites he'd bestow on your soft skin. patterned dexterity aids in wrapping your legs around his waist as he sheathes into you for the nth time tonight.

"only i can see you like this. you're so pretty. my pretty human,"

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──

a thick bicep locks around your neck, squishing your cheeks in the process. your whimpers are more ragged, breathy, while ABBY's rutting into you from behind; hips slamming into you harshly again and again and again. "i love your fucking cunt. look at you, slutty girl. all you've done is—," his words are punctuated by a savage, punishing slam, and ABBY keeps himself sheathed, still.

"—cream all over my dick. are you sure you won't pass out— ♡ ?"

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──

moans are too audible in your room, alongside loud, obscene squelching that were none other than MYSTERY's fingers pumping in and out of soaked pussy. trembles visibly run through your frail, human body as he curves his fingers up, against that spot. you were so close. so, so close, but he slides his fingers too quickly, and your hips are chasing the air.

"ah-ah-ah. not yet, my pretty slut."

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──

fingers card through his soft locks, legs closing in on his head as his tongue flicks against your clit. the sting doesn't seem to bother ROMANCE, though, only digging into his favourite meal as he runs a long stripe of his tongue from your creamy slit up to your pillowy mons. "you taste so good, my love," he whispered, placing kisses on it.

"i don't wanna stop . . i love you, love tasting you . . "

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ──

"n, no, do—!"

the bed creaks under your weight as you squirmed, legs kicking 'n back arching as BABY pinched your sensitive clit. "i told you not to cum. who let you cum, sweetheart? you're so cute, it's pathetic." smack! oh, fuck, the way your cunt twitches against the smack of his palm. fuck . . "s, sorry, 'm sorry . . " you hiccuped, looking at him with red, teary eyes. there was an attempt to close your legs, but a firm hand ensnares your knee; a warning guised in a thumb rubbing your puffy clit.

"i don't think so."

end,

[sinsofnivan]

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[sinsofnivan]

SOCORRO. The way you write Carlos rewired my brain in such a way. Meu bebê 🥺🙏 love me some bbg brasileiro. Whatever you're doing, keep doing it. Your writing is so scrumptious I could eat it up. Also, if u ever need any help with Português BR, lmk!

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[sinsofnivan]

i judt realized a big mistake PLS IM SRORY I WROTE THIS LAST NIGHT AT 4AM

Can we please get a jealous Krauser smut!! Preferably one where the reader works for Wesker 🙏🙏 I’m a fiend for your Krauser works! 😭😭

not mine. yet. — JACK KRAUSER x YOU! — SMUT!

divider gif belongs to kdanie.

SUMMARY: krauser's fed up with your wesker-pleasing tendencies.

PAIRING: JACK KRAUSER/you

TAGS: jealous sex, rough sex, spit play, edging, unprotected sex, creampie, pre-re4 krauser + wesker, possessive krauser, mean krauser

A/N: hi chat :D

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

tonight was supposed to be fun, enjoyable. sure, it wasn't anywhere fancy. but your schedules freeing up at the same time was a luxury enough. so staying in plus all your favourite food and snacks sufficed for the both of you. and, besides. it was you that krauser was there for, not dessert or the movie. it was all about you and him and nothing else—clearly, your phone going off every five minutes didn't get the memo. you were kind enough to not check your texts in front of him, but krauser knew if he excused himself to the restroom you'd busy yourself with reading your messages. 

and he was right. 

cerulean gaze eyed over your seated frame, head hung low as your phone's soft light gently illuminated your features. his brows furrow. 

"jack, i'm sorry. wesker wants me to sort out some new intel on los illuminados,"

scoff.

"what, seriously? all you do is work. you deserve some time off,"

"yeah, but wesker needs those organized files asap . . "

–

"wesker this, wesker that. fuck, shut the fuck up."

he’s mean, angry—projecting it into the equally harsh and cruel pumps of his fingers. all your protests are muffled into his palm, unspoken, but definitely heard. tear-coated eyes are trained on his knuckles, covered in your cream and continuing to leak more with every slide in. there wasn't much you could do but hold onto his forearm as your cunt leaked from the rough thrusts of his thick digits, not much you could do but take it. 

it's no mistake that his palm keeps brushing over your clit, that his fingerpads kept grazing on the deepest, most erogenous parts of you. he wanted to coax out these pathetic whimpers from you, make your knees and legs buckle 'til you had no strength to lift your mass up, 'til you were stupid from the overwhelming pleasure. oh, how he reveled in your depravity. he didn't need words to know you enjoyed being helpless beneath him. your cunt did aaaall the talking, squelching with every curl, with every pump.

"i'm fed up. fuckin' fed up with your games." he scowled, unable to control the sneer that contorts his scarred mien. you could feel the butterflies in your tummy, an orgasm quickly creeping up on you. he's akin to a heartless beast, anger manfesting so viscerally . . it made you shudder.  "thinkin' y'can do anything without any consequences, huh?" you were jus' about to let your lids flutter shut, but krauser quickly interrupts when he lightly slaps your cheek with his spit-coated palm. 

"no, no. don't you dare look away, slut. look at me. who's making you feel good, huh?" you shrieked when he buried his digits knuckles deep in you, deep enough that his thumb could jus' easily reach and circle over your needy clit. "y, you are!" you sobbed, lips glossy with your own saliva. 

"who?" 

oh he was evil, purposefully ramming his fingers as mercilessly as he could so you'd stumble and stammer on your words. of course, it worked like a charm. there was little to no coherence in your words. krauser was satisfied, a mischievous grin tugging on the edges of his scarred lips. "j, jaackk—you are, y, youu . . h, haaaah . . ♡!" 

you writhed and squirmed beneath him, hips bucking subconsciously as you chase that peak. krauser's not new to your body language, your body. he knows it better, better than anyone; he knows just when to pull out his fingers and deprive you of that bliss. it's cute how you try 'n hump the air, whining like a brat when you deserve to be punished like this. 

"n, nooo . . " "doesn't feel good, does it?" he cooed, thumb caressing your cheek. you sniffled. "do you think bad girls like you should cum? do you even deserve it?" a thumb's circling over your throbbing clit, slow enough to give you pleasure but not an orgasm. "yes, y, yes, i des, deserve—deserve it!" poor little thing, krauser's done nothing but laugh at your face, mocking your stuttering. "deserve it? after cancelling on me again and again, choosing him over me . . " you hear the loud slap! and the pain comes right after, makin' that pretty cunt twitch as he slapped it again. 

"do you think he can make you wet like i do, sweets? i just slapped your pussy, and jus' . . " your cheeks are heating up with embarrassment as he began to spread your cunt—hole bare for him to see as it twitched and leaked with your juices. "j, jack ple—," "look at that. you're so fucking wet." if you were good,  he would have given it a kiss—lapped up your clit 'til you were brimming with overstimulation. but you just had to piss him off today, didn't you?

"you wanna cum? y'gotta earn it, sweetheart."

you swallow nervously.

⟡ 

"grrrlk—!"

"fuck, oh my god baby . . you're . . hnngggg—drooling everywhere,"

you were trying to not cry as he buried his cock deep in your throat. it's cute how you're blinking up at him, attempting to keep your tears from streaming; but it's impossible because he's fucking pushing your head down, nose tickled by golden tufts. breathing was a luxury in an arm's reach—but krauser wasn't granting it. "y'wanna breathe?" the noise that fills the air is nothing but gibberish. to krauser, it's fucking music to his ears. "what was that?" nod. he hisses when he feels your throat convulse around his girth.

y'were so pretty, lookin' up at him with lidded eyes 'nd seeing you frantically tap on his leg . . gorgeous, gorgeous girl. under his mercy. his. you take a lungful, soothing that ache to breathe. without beads of tears to blur your sight, you get to see him properly; buff body covered by a thin layer of sweat, hair disheveled under his palm, pupils dilated as he adored your pretty spit-riddled face. 

"there y'goo, breathe, baby," he cooed, lightly tapping on your cheek. "who owns you?" "y, you do . . " you mumble weakly. he could only grin, sitting up so he'd be closer to you. "atta girl. tongue out," he earns himself a groan from you as rough, calloused fingers snare your jaw—but you oblige anyway, tongue lulling out like a good little girl. without hesitation, krauser spits into your mouth. the butterflies in your stomach flutter without delay. you swallowed. it was almost automatic, and god, did that make krauser's cock twitch. jus' like you, he had his own needs. you knew what to do the second he laid back down.

plump lips nicely wrap around his pink tip, tongue running over the protruding vein that ran down the underside of his shaft. krauser hisses through gritted canines, eyes daring to roll back. "fuuuuck, jesus. your mouth's s, so fucking—," his words are caught in his throat, robbed by your hollowed cheeks. you looked so cockdrunk, not a single thought behind your pretty, teary eyes.

it made krauser so feral. 

you only process the heat of krauser's palms on the sides of your head, fingers entangling themselves with your already tousled hair, and then—

"hrggkk—!"

his cock's bulging from your throat, nose back to brushing against his golden curls. taking initiative, krauser starts his brutal thrusts, facefucking you as deep 'nd hard as he could. saliva keeps leaking from the sides of your mouth with every reflexive spasm of your throat. "this fucking mouth—," his hips jerk upward, fueled solely by instinct. "is mine. mine—," he growled, jealousy bleeding through his thrusts. tears just can't help but stream down your cheeks, just like how you couldn't help your cunt from twitching in need. 

every harsh shove makes you dizzier and dizzier, nicely fucking out any rational thought out of that pretty head. don't worry, pretty girls like you didn't need to think. "gonna cum in your throat, fuck!" krauser whined. how couldn't he? your mouth was so warm, you looked so, so, so beautiful all sloppy and covered in your spit, oh my— "gooood, fuck—," he's just as out of breath as you are, not even realizing the drool that's dripping down his neck. he's too immersed in you—quite literally—to even care. 

another push into your throat, and he breaks. the noise he made was raw, guttural, spilling without restraint as his hips automatically buck into you. you feel the pulsating of his cock, and then the warmth that shoots down your throat; thick spurts of his semen filling your mouth 'til it was spilling from your lips. 

your reddening, watery eyes are wide once you realize he was holding your head down, forcing you to take it all while he gives you a nasty throatpie. you gag, throat convulsing, but krauser doesn't even budge, only chuckling. "thaat's it, fuuuck . .  swallow all of it. god, fuck . . " 

before darkness could completely cloud your vision, krauser slowly lets his semi-soft cock slide out from your lips. it's covered in your spit—you're covered in your spit, and krauser adores your fucked out face. and he was just gettin' started. what would you look like if he finally stretched out that pussy? 

tugging your arm with his crushing vice, you find yourself on all fours; fingers clutching on your soft pillows while you raise your hips for him. you shuddered when he kneads your ass, spreading them apart and toying with your holes with his spare hand. "look at you. dripping from sucking cock?" krauser whispered, in awe at how pretty your cunt twitched 'round nothing.

you squeaked when you feel his cockhead slap against your folds, and from the sound alone; you could hear just how soaked you were. even more sinful is the first inch, your folds slickly spreading, the squelch loud and shameless. "fuck, you're so—," krauser's eyes roll, scarred mouth falling agape as he continued to stretch you out inch after inch. it was unbearable—the intrusion—but still, he isn’t all the way in. 

his grip on your hips tighten, and without another warning, krauser bottoms out in your quivering, dripping cunt. you're fucking dumbfounded, whimpering and collapsing while your knees buckle beneath you. a calloused palm lands on your rear, and a squeal—your squeal—follows suit. "y'better not be passin' out on me, y/n," he'd growl, pulling out jus's so he could slam back into you. 

"we're just—shit! gettin' started,"

nothing's gonna stop krauser now, not even himself. your ass collides with his pelvis as he begins to pound you. it's brutal and definitely mind-shattering. "a, aaah—jack!" you whimpered, wrapping your arms around a pillow. "he could never fuck you like i can," with possessiveness unleashed, krauser's twice as mean, twice as cruel now. filled with nothing but the urge to mark you with teeth and to breed; maybe if he got you pregnant, wesker would finally leave you alone. a hand nestles 'neath your lower belly, palming the bulge that poked through your skin. he was— 

"s, so deep . .  h, haaaah . .  you're g, gonna break me!" 

"good."

he starts to rut into you harder, faster—trying to stay as deep as he can. your words have successfully melted into whimpers, eyes rolling to the back of your head while he wrecked your fucking insides. "you feel this, huh?" pressure sinks under his fingertips, digging into the soft flesh of your tummy. you sobbed, completely overwhelmed with bliss. the added sensation from his fingertips make you fucking whimper. your body quake with tremendous pleasure. 

you’re under his mercy. helpless. all you could do was moan and wail while his cock nicely kissed your cervix over and over and over again. "i own you. you're mine. fucking mine," the warmth of his chest meets your back, caging you completely; your skin—ear—is within his tongue's reach. and he doesn't hesitate, dragging it up the edges of sensitive auricle. "i love you, i love you . . you're mine. fucking mine," it's like he was in this . . trance. he jus' can't stop pounding you. can't stop snapping those hips and making you wail for him. "i love you—jack, love you, love y, you! only you!" 

well, one could only say the same for you, too. 

his balls twitch, throbbing with the need to cum in you and get that womb knocked up. the hand caressing the bulge from your tummy retires, and even then, you can still feel him stretching you so deep. "wanna break you—need you fuckin' cockdrunk on this dick, baby," vulgarity 'n spit drips from his tongue, down your jaw when he began leaving open-mouthed ( tongue kisses, basically. ) on your cheek.  

a harsh slam of his hips buries his cock completely deep, pressed uncomfortably against that tender barrier of your cervix. "i'm not all the way in yet, baby . . " he cooed, scarred lips parting to taste the sweat 'n taste of your skin. "jack, i'm s, so—," your words dissolve on your tongue when the both sides of your hips are secured in his vice, almost immediately followed by circling rolls of his hips.  "so what, princess? use your words . . . " he absent-mindedly says, brows furrowed together. he's a little too occupied right now . . .

"s, so sensi—♡!?" 

"oooooh fuck,"

with a tug on your hips, he finally buries himself balls-deep, cock bullying past every twitching inch of your cunt and into your cervix. your love-filled eyes are wide, doe-like. krauser doesn't get the full-view of it, but you're fucking babbling, sobbing. he doesn't need to see how dumb you looked right now. fuck, he just wants to breed you. "yeaaah, baby. you feel that? huh?" krauser mutters against your cheek. "don't pass out on me now, sweets. 'm not yet done," 

him dragging his hips back is your undoing—whole body quaking as you squirt pathetically at the sensation. you can barely register his laughing, because this bastard's pounding you again; making sure that every slam of his hips rocks your whole fucking being. you only scream his name, his pillows crumpled in your fist. "you're mine—right?" stupid boss. stupid job. y’don’t gotta go to work. you only need him. you nod. but that's all you could do, to nod. too stupid to crawl away, or even utter a legible word. 

thick digits find your jaw, tilting up along with your lust-clouded haze. krauser doesn't hesitate—will never hesitate—to crash his lips into yours into a fiery kiss; abundant of tongue and spit. all your noises are hushed by his scarred lips, leaving only the sounds of skin-to-skin collision and springs supporting both your frames to reverberate in the room. 

you don't notice it—not when his tongue's busy invading your warm mouth—but his thrusts have gotten erratic and have lost its cadence. you moan the same, feel the same, cunt clenching around him the same whilst he clumsily slammed into your messy cunt. one last snap of his hips, and he's fucking cumming. "fuck, fuck!" he sobbed after breaking away from your liplock. he's shuddering, whimpering, forcing himself as deep as he could whilst thick semen floods your walls, your womb. he's spent, eyes rolled back to his sockets while he chases that addictive high with shallow thrusts. 

"take it. fucking take it. y, yeaaaah—that's it. good fucking girl. 'm gonna get this cunt knocked up," you groaned as krauser practically rests his whole body weight on you, your pussy impeccably stuffed and stretched to the brim. "j, jack," there's really no point in squirming. what're you gonna do, push him off? to make matters betterworse, krauser sneaks a palm under you, cupping that bulge 'n giving it firm squeezes. 

you hadn't realized you passed out until you woke up. there's no weight on your body except for a muscular arm, protectively holding you from behind. "jack?" "i'm here," a reassuring kiss is placed on your temple, on your cheek. "hi, baby. you passed out." "i did?" "mhhm." jack buries his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your natural and highly intoxicating smell. 

"i don't wanna go to work . . "

krauser tries to hide his grin.

"it's okay, sweetheart. i took care of wesker."

CALL WITH MR. WESKER ENDED — 2:59:03

end.

DEDICATED TO: @gremlinfuck

A/N: ive been working on this for TOO LONG. sorry if it was sloppy huhu

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i really wanna be added in a fanfic writer gc, dc server wtvr n make friends :(

[sinsofnivan]

Can we please get a jealous Krauser smut!! Preferably one where the reader works for Wesker 🙏🙏 I’m a fiend for your Krauser works! 😭😭

not mine. yet. — JACK KRAUSER x YOU! — SMUT!

divider gif belongs to kdanie.

SUMMARY: krauser's fed up with your wesker-pleasing tendencies.

PAIRING: JACK KRAUSER/you

TAGS: jealous sex, rough sex, spit play, edging, unprotected sex, creampie, pre-re4 krauser + wesker, possessive krauser, mean krauser

A/N: hi chat :D

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

tonight was supposed to be fun, enjoyable. sure, it wasn't anywhere fancy. but your schedules freeing up at the same time was a luxury enough. so staying in plus all your favourite food and snacks sufficed for the both of you. and, besides. it was you that krauser was there for, not dessert or the movie. it was all about you and him and nothing else—clearly, your phone going off every five minutes didn't get the memo. you were kind enough to not check your texts in front of him, but krauser knew if he excused himself to the restroom you'd busy yourself with reading your messages. 

and he was right. 

cerulean gaze eyed over your seated frame, head hung low as your phone's soft light gently illuminated your features. his brows furrow. 

"jack, i'm sorry. wesker wants me to sort out some new intel on los illuminados,"

scoff.

"what, seriously? all you do is work. you deserve some time off,"

"yeah, but wesker needs those organized files asap . . "

–

"wesker this, wesker that. fuck, shut the fuck up."

he’s mean, angry—projecting it into the equally harsh and cruel pumps of his fingers. all your protests are muffled into his palm, unspoken, but definitely heard. tear-coated eyes are trained on his knuckles, covered in your cream and continuing to leak more with every slide in. there wasn't much you could do but hold onto his forearm as your cunt leaked from the rough thrusts of his thick digits, not much you could do but take it. 

it's no mistake that his palm keeps brushing over your clit, that his fingerpads kept grazing on the deepest, most erogenous parts of you. he wanted to coax out these pathetic whimpers from you, make your knees and legs buckle 'til you had no strength to lift your mass up, 'til you were stupid from the overwhelming pleasure. oh, how he reveled in your depravity. he didn't need words to know you enjoyed being helpless beneath him. your cunt did aaaall the talking, squelching with every curl, with every pump.

"i'm fed up. fuckin' fed up with your games." he scowled, unable to control the sneer that contorts his scarred mien. you could feel the butterflies in your tummy, an orgasm quickly creeping up on you. he's akin to a heartless beast, anger manfesting so viscerally . . it made you shudder.  "thinkin' y'can do anything without any consequences, huh?" you were jus' about to let your lids flutter shut, but krauser quickly interrupts when he lightly slaps your cheek with his spit-coated palm. 

"no, no. don't you dare look away, slut. look at me. who's making you feel good, huh?" you shrieked when he buried his digits knuckles deep in you, deep enough that his thumb could jus' easily reach and circle over your needy clit. "y, you are!" you sobbed, lips glossy with your own saliva. 

"who?" 

oh he was evil, purposefully ramming his fingers as mercilessly as he could so you'd stumble and stammer on your words. of course, it worked like a charm. there was little to no coherence in your words. krauser was satisfied, a mischievous grin tugging on the edges of his scarred lips. "j, jaackk—you are, y, youu . . h, haaaah . . ♡!" 

you writhed and squirmed beneath him, hips bucking subconsciously as you chase that peak. krauser's not new to your body language, your body. he knows it better, better than anyone; he knows just when to pull out his fingers and deprive you of that bliss. it's cute how you try 'n hump the air, whining like a brat when you deserve to be punished like this. 

"n, nooo . . " "doesn't feel good, does it?" he cooed, thumb caressing your cheek. you sniffled. "do you think bad girls like you should cum? do you even deserve it?" a thumb's circling over your throbbing clit, slow enough to give you pleasure but not an orgasm. "yes, y, yes, i des, deserve—deserve it!" poor little thing, krauser's done nothing but laugh at your face, mocking your stuttering. "deserve it? after cancelling on me again and again, choosing him over me . . " you hear the loud slap! and the pain comes right after, makin' that pretty cunt twitch as he slapped it again. 

"do you think he can make you wet like i do, sweets? i just slapped your pussy, and jus' . . " your cheeks are heating up with embarrassment as he began to spread your cunt—hole bare for him to see as it twitched and leaked with your juices. "j, jack ple—," "look at that. you're so fucking wet." if you were good,  he would have given it a kiss—lapped up your clit 'til you were brimming with overstimulation. but you just had to piss him off today, didn't you?

"you wanna cum? y'gotta earn it, sweetheart."

you swallow nervously.

⟡ 

"grrrlk—!"

"fuck, oh my god baby . . you're . . hnngggg—drooling everywhere,"

you were trying to not cry as he buried his cock deep in your throat. it's cute how you're blinking up at him, attempting to keep your tears from streaming; but it's impossible because he's fucking pushing your head down, nose tickled by golden tufts. breathing was a luxury in an arm's reach—but krauser wasn't granting it. "y'wanna breathe?" the noise that fills the air is nothing but gibberish. to krauser, it's fucking music to his ears. "what was that?" nod. he hisses when he feels your throat convulse around his girth.

y'were so pretty, lookin' up at him with lidded eyes 'nd seeing you frantically tap on his leg . . gorgeous, gorgeous girl. under his mercy. his. you take a lungful, soothing that ache to breathe. without beads of tears to blur your sight, you get to see him properly; buff body covered by a thin layer of sweat, hair disheveled under his palm, pupils dilated as he adored your pretty spit-riddled face. 

"there y'goo, breathe, baby," he cooed, lightly tapping on your cheek. "who owns you?" "y, you do . . " you mumble weakly. he could only grin, sitting up so he'd be closer to you. "atta girl. tongue out," he earns himself a groan from you as rough, calloused fingers snare your jaw—but you oblige anyway, tongue lulling out like a good little girl. without hesitation, krauser spits into your mouth. the butterflies in your stomach flutter without delay. you swallowed. it was almost automatic, and god, did that make krauser's cock twitch. jus' like you, he had his own needs. you knew what to do the second he laid back down.

plump lips nicely wrap around his pink tip, tongue running over the protruding vein that ran down the underside of his shaft. krauser hisses through gritted canines, eyes daring to roll back. "fuuuuck, jesus. your mouth's s, so fucking—," his words are caught in his throat, robbed by your hollowed cheeks. you looked so cockdrunk, not a single thought behind your pretty, teary eyes.

it made krauser so feral. 

you only process the heat of krauser's palms on the sides of your head, fingers entangling themselves with your already tousled hair, and then—

"hrggkk—!"

his cock's bulging from your throat, nose back to brushing against his golden curls. taking initiative, krauser starts his brutal thrusts, facefucking you as deep 'nd hard as he could. saliva keeps leaking from the sides of your mouth with every reflexive spasm of your throat. "this fucking mouth—," his hips jerk upward, fueled solely by instinct. "is mine. mine—," he growled, jealousy bleeding through his thrusts. tears just can't help but stream down your cheeks, just like how you couldn't help your cunt from twitching in need. 

every harsh shove makes you dizzier and dizzier, nicely fucking out any rational thought out of that pretty head. don't worry, pretty girls like you didn't need to think. "gonna cum in your throat, fuck!" krauser whined. how couldn't he? your mouth was so warm, you looked so, so, so beautiful all sloppy and covered in your spit, oh my— "gooood, fuck—," he's just as out of breath as you are, not even realizing the drool that's dripping down his neck. he's too immersed in you—quite literally—to even care. 

another push into your throat, and he breaks. the noise he made was raw, guttural, spilling without restraint as his hips automatically buck into you. you feel the pulsating of his cock, and then the warmth that shoots down your throat; thick spurts of his semen filling your mouth 'til it was spilling from your lips. 

your reddening, watery eyes are wide once you realize he was holding your head down, forcing you to take it all while he gives you a nasty throatpie. you gag, throat convulsing, but krauser doesn't even budge, only chuckling. "thaat's it, fuuuck . .  swallow all of it. god, fuck . . " 

before darkness could completely cloud your vision, krauser slowly lets his semi-soft cock slide out from your lips. it's covered in your spit—you're covered in your spit, and krauser adores your fucked out face. and he was just gettin' started. what would you look like if he finally stretched out that pussy? 

tugging your arm with his crushing vice, you find yourself on all fours; fingers clutching on your soft pillows while you raise your hips for him. you shuddered when he kneads your ass, spreading them apart and toying with your holes with his spare hand. "look at you. dripping from sucking cock?" krauser whispered, in awe at how pretty your cunt twitched 'round nothing.

you squeaked when you feel his cockhead slap against your folds, and from the sound alone; you could hear just how soaked you were. even more sinful is the first inch, your folds slickly spreading, the squelch loud and shameless. "fuck, you're so—," krauser's eyes roll, scarred mouth falling agape as he continued to stretch you out inch after inch. it was unbearable—the intrusion—but still, he isn’t all the way in. 

his grip on your hips tighten, and without another warning, krauser bottoms out in your quivering, dripping cunt. you're fucking dumbfounded, whimpering and collapsing while your knees buckle beneath you. a calloused palm lands on your rear, and a squeal—your squeal—follows suit. "y'better not be passin' out on me, y/n," he'd growl, pulling out jus's so he could slam back into you. 

"we're just—shit! gettin' started,"

nothing's gonna stop krauser now, not even himself. your ass collides with his pelvis as he begins to pound you. it's brutal and definitely mind-shattering. "a, aaah—jack!" you whimpered, wrapping your arms around a pillow. "he could never fuck you like i can," with possessiveness unleashed, krauser's twice as mean, twice as cruel now. filled with nothing but the urge to mark you with teeth and to breed; maybe if he got you pregnant, wesker would finally leave you alone. a hand nestles 'neath your lower belly, palming the bulge that poked through your skin. he was— 

"s, so deep . .  h, haaaah . .  you're g, gonna break me!" 

"good."

he starts to rut into you harder, faster—trying to stay as deep as he can. your words have successfully melted into whimpers, eyes rolling to the back of your head while he wrecked your fucking insides. "you feel this, huh?" pressure sinks under his fingertips, digging into the soft flesh of your tummy. you sobbed, completely overwhelmed with bliss. the added sensation from his fingertips make you fucking whimper. your body quake with tremendous pleasure. 

you’re under his mercy. helpless. all you could do was moan and wail while his cock nicely kissed your cervix over and over and over again. "i own you. you're mine. fucking mine," the warmth of his chest meets your back, caging you completely; your skin—ear—is within his tongue's reach. and he doesn't hesitate, dragging it up the edges of sensitive auricle. "i love you, i love you . . you're mine. fucking mine," it's like he was in this . . trance. he jus' can't stop pounding you. can't stop snapping those hips and making you wail for him. "i love you—jack, love you, love y, you! only you!" 

well, one could only say the same for you, too. 

his balls twitch, throbbing with the need to cum in you and get that womb knocked up. the hand caressing the bulge from your tummy retires, and even then, you can still feel him stretching you so deep. "wanna break you—need you fuckin' cockdrunk on this dick, baby," vulgarity 'n spit drips from his tongue, down your jaw when he began leaving open-mouthed ( tongue kisses, basically. ) on your cheek.  

a harsh slam of his hips buries his cock completely deep, pressed uncomfortably against that tender barrier of your cervix. "i'm not all the way in yet, baby . . " he cooed, scarred lips parting to taste the sweat 'n taste of your skin. "jack, i'm s, so—," your words dissolve on your tongue when the both sides of your hips are secured in his vice, almost immediately followed by circling rolls of his hips.  "so what, princess? use your words . . . " he absent-mindedly says, brows furrowed together. he's a little too occupied right now . . .

"s, so sensi—♡!?" 

"oooooh fuck,"

with a tug on your hips, he finally buries himself balls-deep, cock bullying past every twitching inch of your cunt and into your cervix. your love-filled eyes are wide, doe-like. krauser doesn't get the full-view of it, but you're fucking babbling, sobbing. he doesn't need to see how dumb you looked right now. fuck, he just wants to breed you. "yeaaah, baby. you feel that? huh?" krauser mutters against your cheek. "don't pass out on me now, sweets. 'm not yet done," 

him dragging his hips back is your undoing—whole body quaking as you squirt pathetically at the sensation. you can barely register his laughing, because this bastard's pounding you again; making sure that every slam of his hips rocks your whole fucking being. you only scream his name, his pillows crumpled in your fist. "you're mine—right?" stupid boss. stupid job. y’don’t gotta go to work. you only need him. you nod. but that's all you could do, to nod. too stupid to crawl away, or even utter a legible word. 

thick digits find your jaw, tilting up along with your lust-clouded haze. krauser doesn't hesitate—will never hesitate—to crash his lips into yours into a fiery kiss; abundant of tongue and spit. all your noises are hushed by his scarred lips, leaving only the sounds of skin-to-skin collision and springs supporting both your frames to reverberate in the room. 

you don't notice it—not when his tongue's busy invading your warm mouth—but his thrusts have gotten erratic and have lost its cadence. you moan the same, feel the same, cunt clenching around him the same whilst he clumsily slammed into your messy cunt. one last snap of his hips, and he's fucking cumming. "fuck, fuck!" he sobbed after breaking away from your liplock. he's shuddering, whimpering, forcing himself as deep as he could whilst thick semen floods your walls, your womb. he's spent, eyes rolled back to his sockets while he chases that addictive high with shallow thrusts. 

"take it. fucking take it. y, yeaaaah—that's it. good fucking girl. 'm gonna get this cunt knocked up," you groaned as krauser practically rests his whole body weight on you, your pussy impeccably stuffed and stretched to the brim. "j, jack," there's really no point in squirming. what're you gonna do, push him off? to make matters betterworse, krauser sneaks a palm under you, cupping that bulge 'n giving it firm squeezes. 

you hadn't realized you passed out until you woke up. there's no weight on your body except for a muscular arm, protectively holding you from behind. "jack?" "i'm here," a reassuring kiss is placed on your temple, on your cheek. "hi, baby. you passed out." "i did?" "mhhm." jack buries his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your natural and highly intoxicating smell. 

"i don't wanna go to work . . "

krauser tries to hide his grin.

"it's okay, sweetheart. i took care of wesker."

CALL WITH MR. WESKER ENDED — 2:59:03

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DEDICATED TO: @gremlinfuck

A/N: ive been working on this for TOO LONG. sorry if it was sloppy huhu

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HAAAAI EVERYONE <3 forgive me for being absent for SO LONG. uni got so very busy when the second semester came, and i'd like to announce that i am back from my unannounced hiatus!!!! <3<3<3 i am now on SUMMER VACAAAAAYYYY.

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[sinsofnivan]

GREAT NEWS !!!

HAAAAI EVERYONE <3 forgive me for being absent for SO LONG. uni got so very busy when the second semester came, and i'd like to announce that i am back from my unannounced hiatus!!!! <3<3<3 i am now on SUMMER VACAAAAAYYYY.

i still have requirements to pass but other than that i'm FREEEEEE. i hope you've all been GREAT!!!!

i missed writing so so much. uni nd especially finals freaking drained me HARD.

i've been seeing all your love and support for my works and i'd like to thank you all for it!!

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hi all!

i'll be closing my requests for now, just because i want to actually empty out my asks as it has piled a bit on me. let me fill all them out and then i'll put it back on!

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NIVAN.ᐟ⠀⠀ʚɞ⠀⠀twenty - one.⠀⠀ʚɞ⠀⠀she / they.⠀⠀ʚɞ⠀⠀bisexual.⠀⠀ʚɞ⠀⠀asian; filipina.⠀⠀ʚɞ⠀⠀very, very NSFW.  please be advised.⠀⠀ʚɞ⠀⠀ao3.  

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NIVAN.ᐟ⠀⠀ʚɞ⠀⠀twenty - one.⠀⠀ʚɞ⠀⠀she / they.⠀⠀ʚɞ⠀⠀bisexual.⠀⠀ʚɞ⠀⠀asian; filipina.⠀⠀ʚɞ⠀⠀very, very NSFW.  please be advised.⠀⠀ʚɞ⠀⠀ao3.  

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➺  RESIDENT  EVIL.  ➺  JUJUTSU  KAISEN.  (  NO  TIME  -  SKIPPED  CHARACTERS.  ADULT  CHARACTERS  ONLY.  )   ➺  OVERWATCH.  ➺  TEKKEN.  ➺  STAR  WARS.  ➺  MARVEL.  ➺  DC.  ➺  HAIKYUU.  ➺  MY  HERO  ACADAMIA.  (  NO  TIME  -  SKIPPED  CHARACTERS.  ADULT  CHARACTERS  ONLY.  )  ➺  CALL  OF  DUTY.  ➺

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hey can i have smut with old chris he's so hot I can't😭😭😭I luv ur acc

neighbours with benefits. — CHRIS REDFIELD x YOU! — SMUT!

divider gif belongs to kdanie.

SUMMARY: chris has a crush on his new neighbour.

TAGS: fem bodied reader, older man/younger woman, ( chris is in his 40's, y/n in her 20's ), size difference, pussy eater chris redfield BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GODDDD, creampies, unprotected sex, overstim, y/n is such a slutty diva here what an icon

PAIRING: CHRIS REDFIELD/you.

A/N: alexa play older by isabel larosa

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

he was in denial, at first. chris blamed it on biology. that men were just immediately drawn to pretty things. that it's just the excitement of having a new neighbour. that the fluttering in his stomach was nothing.

but he found himself looking for you every morning when you weren't out for your run or peeking out his window to see if he'd catch you relaxing on your porch. and when you would greet him, he'd feel immense joy pooling in his stomach. ugh, he feels like a highschooler. he had scars older than you, for christ's sake—and that was probably the only thing that stopped him from shooting his shot.

but you? you were persistent. temptation herself.

coming over to his place and generously giving away the excess stew you made; the serpent disguised so adam can bite the forbidden fruit.

you were supposed to just put away the casserole in the kitchen, supposed to leave after. but here you were. on his lap, and caressing his built chest while you kissed his neck.

"y/n—,"

chris doesn't possess the strength to push you off. not when your ass was in his hands. "y/n, please—," he huffed, and you finally withdraw from him. "don't you want me, mister redfield?" you cooed in his ear.

"just say you don't want me, and i'll stop,"

"we shouldn't, y/n,"

chris could feel goosebumps rise from his skin as your tongue dragged over the shell of his ear. "but you want to?" yes, he fucking does. "i'm twice your age, sweetheart—," "i don't care," and the hips grinding against the outline of his cock proved it. he wanted to resist you. but he can't. and with a mere blink, you were pinned under him. “you should. you should, y/n, fuck—,” your knee grinds against his hard-on, and chris realizes that you’ll keep testing him ‘till he breaks.

“we really shouldn’t be doin’ this,”

“if we shouldn’t, why are you hard? why’re you on top of me?”

fuck you and your smart mouth. he wants nothing more than to just—

“mpf!”

you grunt when he begins devouring your lips. he could taste the fruit-flavoured gloss you wore, and it’s better than he could ever imagine. you had no complaints, definitely, wrapping your arms around him as you reciprocated his movements; tongue gliding over his own, letting teeth clash against teeth.

chris can only control himself so much. your blouse was practically ripped open, a few buttons flying and falling on the cold ground. of course you had no bra—nipples rousing ‘neath his calloused palm. was he dreaming? was he actually groping you? he’d cry if he wasn’t.

it escalated faster than he thought, because soon, he finds himself discarding his shirt—along with your blouse—and tossing it recklessly on the floors. your fingers playfully tug on his raven tresses as his kisses slowly traveled down. "mhh . . fuck, m, mister redfield," he groaned, nipples gently toyed with by pearls. "chris. call me chris," he muttered before wrapping his lips around the bud; the other being twisted 'nd pulled by his spare hand.

"chriiiisss—fuck," you bite on your lower lip, watching him lather you with his affectionate kisses. the graze of his stubble stung a little—not like you cared—as his tongue traced your areola. you've been fantasizing over this for ages, fuck, you needed him like air.

he switches over to the other, not wanting to leave it neglected 'nd starved from attention. tongue swirling the sensitive bud and suckling on it; his hazel gaze flickers over to you every so often, trying to see your pretty face and addictive reactions.

he savoured every bit of it. mmh. you whined when you feel him grip your waist with his strong, big hand; forcing you to stay still as he began to kiss his way down to your navel, to your . .

"hips up,"

"or what?"

you shrieked when your shorts were forcefully torn off your frame. chris has had enough, he needs your cunt on his fucking mouth. your cotton panties are recklessly pushed to the side as chris impatiently delves into your pussy tongue first.

he groaned, brows furrowing as he finally tasted you. you tasted so, so, good. "oh, fuck," chris moaned with a mouthful of your creamy cunt. "chris," you shamelessly roll your hips, grinding that needy pussy all over his stubbled face. you'd mewl everytime your nose bumped against his nose.

and fuuck, you're so fucking wet. soaked. chris saw how that string of arousal clung onto your panties. all for him? just from seducing and kissing him? chris rewards you with a lap of his tongue, flicking again 'n again over that sensitive bud. he's torn between letting his eyes roll as he savoured your taste, or watch you while he ruined you with just his tongue.

"mmhhhm, baby," his big hands reach to grope your tits, and slowly transition to interlacing his fingers with yours. "tashte shoooo fhcking goood," he didn't care if it came out as gibberish, he just wanted to—

"fuck!"

your grip tightened as his wet muscle prods against your slit, desperate to explore you. "chrissss—fuck, your tongue . . " oh, how beautiful you were, especially when your back arched like that. his spit's everywhere, sticking to every bit of skin. well, who could blame him. you were mouthwatering.

and oh, those squeals when he started to suck on your clit, fuuuck.

it's a shame he has to let your hands go, grabbing the back of your legs and pushing it up and baring your cunt to him. "what're y—ooh!" you hold onto his hair, tugging so unkindly as he suckled on your bud. fuck, he looked so pussydrunk—was he even aware of what was going on? he jus' stared at you so affectionately, cheeks hollowing from how much attention he lavished your twitching clit.

"chriss—chriiiis, oh god, oh godohgodohgod,"

your legs rest right on his broad shoulders, and chris grinned in triumph when he feels it quiver, sliding two thick digits into your hole. "uhnnn—fuck, f, feels good," you whimpered, biting down harshly on your lip.

"i know," he's panting, breathless, and he's trying to catch his breath while licking that sensitive clit albeit sloppy; his fingers curling up as it pumped in and out of you. it was so easy to fingerfuck you like this, even without his spit. fuck, you were so wet.

whatever smart mouth you had earlier, you no longer have. the combination of his mouth 'nd fingers were deadly, because how could you form proper rebuttals when he's grazing that erogenous spot while his lips are wrapped around your clit.

"h, haaahhh . . oh my god, shiiit—!"

all that obscene squelching from your pussy, fuck. .

his shorts grow tighter 'n tighter by the minute. he fucking needs to bury himself deep in you, soon. or else he'd actually lose his mind. your screams grow louder as his fingers quicken, pumping into you with insatiable greed. he needs you to make a mess—to cum on his face, cover his face in all your juices.

"s, slow down—wait!" you sobbed, chest heaving as your orgasm neared. he doesn't listen—hell, he doesn't even listen to himself—and keeps slurping you up. you couldn't sit still, and chris has to grab your waist with his spare hand to keep you from squirming away from him.

"chris—♡! oh god, fuckfuckfuckk—'m cumming, oh my god,"

and oh, it's so, so good. actual fucking bliss. you're in heaven, eyes rolled back to your sockets and back nicely arching as you cum all over his mouth with a squeal of his name. chris groaned, drinking all of you. he didn't even care that you made a mess everywhere. you just tasted so, so good . .

"fuck—♡! you're still—, s, still movin' your fingers—?!"

of course he was! he was trying to milk every bit of your orgasm, drag it out 'til you were fucking spent. another brush of his tongue over your clit, and you're spritzing all over his mouth. twitching, shaking—especially when chris nurses that sensitive bud with affectionate kisses, trailing up to your inner thighs. "you're so delicious," he murmured, gently nipping on the tender skin. he rids your sodden panties, carelessly tossing them somewhere.

"'ve been fantasizing about you for so fucking long,” this wasn't a dream, no, not when he could feel the warmth of your skin under his lips, his hands . . not when he could feel your palms on his cheeks, guiding him back up to claim his lips into a fervent kiss.

you could taste yourself on him—how filthy. chris groaned, tongue dancing with yours. he could easily engulf your mouth, fuck. he likes just how you were easily out of breath. he was just twice your size. chris whines when you break the kiss, panting.

"fuck me. i need you inside me right now," you muttered, reaching over for the garter of his trousers. "take it off, baby," he whispered, kissing your neck. a soft giggle escapes as you toy with the waistband of his shorts. his cock springs out, and you couldn't help but stare.

"like what you see?" says the cocky bastard, nipping along your jawline. "will that fit?" "we'll make it fit, baby." he kisses your lips reassuringly, grabbing a hold of your legs and placing it on his built shoulders. with an outstretched arm, you wrap your fingers 'round his thickness and guided it to your pussy. oh, fuck. chris's balls twitch.

"kiss me," you plead, and chris presses his lips on yours without hesitation. it's much more fervent, but it just felt so, so right. you hummed, feeling his teeth graze your lower lip.

the kiss only breaks when he the tip slowly slides in. you gasp, but chris only took your lower brim in between his teeth, continuing to fill you with his fat cock. "yeah? feel that baby?" you squealed when he shoved the rest of his girth in, sheathing himself completely in you. fuck, you're so fucking full, his tip's pressed right against your cervix.

"been waitin' to fuck you," he continues to whisper, beginning slow but hard thrusts. he easily coaxed out these gorgeous, gorgeous whimpers from you. "to stretch this pretty pussy—oh, god," chris keeps bucking his hips, quickening his pace as the seconds go by.

every slam of his hips keeps filling you to the fucking brim, especially with the folded position you were in now, and god, you've never imagined someone could fuck you the way he was fucking you right now.

"chris—m, my god fuuuck, so full," you mewl, holding on to his arms for dear life as he starts to pound you. the whole couch's creaking from his brutal thrusts, but it's not like you can hear it through your erotic cries. "y'love my cock, right?" he purred, watching your face contort with pleasure, that mouth fall agape.

"yesyes—god, fuck!"

the way you moan like that—it just spurs chris's arousal on, encourages him to keep ramming into you over 'nd over again without mercy. "fuck, you're—so, s, so tight," even with proper prep—it’s not your fault he’s a fucking behemoth. everything about chris was huge, and you could feel every bump ‘n vein graze against your soft walls, tip bumping exactly where you need him.

and oh, you were seeing stars. brain completely filled with the thought of him. how could you think of something else, when chris fucking redfield was right atop you, rearranging your fucking guts? he could see it in your fucked out face—eyes rolled, completely stupefied—that you were ruined. no other man or toy would ever satisfy you like this again. he jus’ stretched you out so, so good . .

“oh god, y/n—♡,” his brows scrunch up. it’s no surprise he can’t control himself, rutting into you like an animal in heat, slamming into you again ‘n again even if his hips ached with exhaustion. he didn’t care. it was also no surprise that his orgasm was coming much quick—chris is just a man with needs, after all.

and oh, how delicious it was, imagining you stuffed full with cum. could those college boys fill you like he did? breed you like he would? never. spit’s leakin’ off the sides of his lips, and you’re just as filthy as him, licking it all up. “c, cum inside,” you beg. “cum inside me—,” chris is supposed to ask if you’re on the pill, if you’re on a safe day, but no—he jus’ keeps fucking you, keeps plowing that tight fucking cunt into the cushions.

you were begging for it, so you’ll fucking get it.

“gonna breed you, baby. fuuuck,” his cock twitches, aching to cum. he’s close, so, so close—and he has no strength to control that foul tongue. “this what you—you wanted? be bred by someone twice your age?” he growled. “my baby’s such’a—hnnn—such’a slut.” “i am—i aaam. jus’—jus’ for you!” aw, were you tightening around his fat dick? god, you’d be the death of him. chris whimpered, uncontrollably spilling thick, warm cum into you whilst his hips rolled. you’re leaking lots, and he can barely think. you had these wide, doe eyes, feeling his load flood you.

“baby—y/n, cum. please cum,” he begged, continuing on fucking you despite his cock throbbing with overstimulation. you were close—he jus’ needed to fuck you faster. “‘m close. ‘m close, chris,” you kept your eyes on him. “g, go faster—,” you say, and chris swallowed, pushing through the mind-numbing sensitivity. his pace quickens, just like you requested; and he’s completely fucked stupid, babbling desperate pleas, begging you to cum because it hurts. he’s so—

“s, sensitive, y, y/n . . m, my cock—,”

with another rough slam of his hips, you’re fucking gushing; unable to say anything rational. “chris—uhhnn, fuck!” you whimpered, squirting with every push in of his hips. fuck, it was such a mess.

and chris’s thrusts finally come to a halt. he’s catching his breath, and so were you. it takes a minute or two to at least gain some awareness, and you’re just realizing now that you can barely feel your legs. “y/n,” chris whispers. “are you . . are you okay?” he asked, cupping your cheek. “‘m fine,” you mutter weakly. “‘m gonna—gonna pull out now,” you whine when he retires from your folded figure, settling on his knees. you look so pretty sprawled for him like this. y’don’t even lower your legs, keepin’ ‘em spread without him telling you to.

you both shudder when he slowly slips his cock out from your creampied pussy. his dark eyes can’t look away, watching that gaping cunt ooze with his cum. oh, god . . he runs a thumb over your perineum, trying to not waste the load spilling from you.

“i don’t think my legs are working,” you groaned, and it’s only when his gaze shifts to your mien. “it’s okay,” he whispered, reaching over for your ankle and slowly lowering it ‘til it was nicely resting on the couch.

“let’s get you up to my room,”

“mmm . . ”

and it seems like chris’s legs weren’t working, either; almost stumbling but thankfully didn’t. he prays you didn’t notice, but you seemed too tired. “i’ll carry you, okay?” chris says, and you only nod. with one swift movement, you’re in his built arms, burying your face in his muscular chest.

“chris?” “mhm?” “this . . isn’t a one-time thing, right?” he smiled, watching your pretty face. “of course not.” there was no way in hell he’d fumble you, lose you.

end.

this is how chris kisses. sorry, i don't make the rules.

[sinsofnivan]

you write a breeding kink better than anyone i’ve ever seen in my life omg I want to launch myself into another dimension after reading leon & carlos in your RE men x you fic like ????!!! head EMPTY womb FULL TYSM !!!! (humbly requesting more breeding maybe with leon specifically if you can or want to please) thank u love u I hope u have a great night ❣️❣️

temptation. — LEON KENNEDY x YOU! — SMUT!

SUMMARY: "should we have a baby, y/n?" it's a question you never expected from leon. nevertheless your answer is . . . 

PAIRING: LEON KENNEDY/you.

WORD COUNT:

TAGS: fem bodied reader, breeding kink duh, established relationship, unprotected sex, overstim, dumbification

A/N: not me pulling a stardew valley you're both so sweet its making me sick GET A ROOM!!

extra: you and leon after 9pm. 

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

"y, yes, nggggh . . y'feel so good . . "

your words continued to spur your fiancé on, his cock twitching in your pretty cunt while you bounce on his cock. "god, you're s, so . . wet," leon shuddered, carnal embrace urging goosebumps from his skin. he reaches up to grope your tits, feeling them jounce as you ride him; his leaking tip hitting all the right spots that made you scream.

sitting up, his lips latch on one of your nipples, a squeak echoing around the room as he tugged and teased it with his canines. leon seizes your waist, and forces you to keep still, forces you to feel all of his length, tip snugly pressed against your cervix.

"oh . . oh god,"

god, you feel so fucking full.

"mhh . . " leon whined against your nipple, gazing up and seeing how blissed out you were. he lets your bud slip from his mouth, trailing his kiss up, up your breast, collarbone, jaw, lips. "i love you, love you so much," leon whispered, tucking away sweat-soaked hair that stuck to your cheek. "i love you," you reply in between pants and gasps for air.

he kisses you like it's the first time, like he's starved. grunting against your lips as his tongue finds its way in your mouth. you don't mind how messy the kiss is, how spit's leaking from his mouth; you just wanted him. all of him.

leon takes you with him as he lays back down on the bed. he went from firmly holding your waist, to firmly wrapping his strong arms around your waist—and beginning to snap his hips up and thrusting into you. you moaned, holding on to his shoulders as he pounded you from below. much to his dismay, you pull away from the kiss because you can't—for the life of you—kiss him back properly.

"leoooon, oh my gooood," you cried, eyes rolling back from pleasure. "yeah? f, feel good, gorgeous?" he'd pepper your neck with open-mouthed kisses, feeling the rumbles of your cries against his lips. you're lucky he's blessed with almost endless stamina, hips barely feeling tired as he kept pummeling into you, kept shoving his cock deep into you, and him holding you in place just meant that you had to take every bit of it.

"m, mhm, mhm!" simple replies were enough for him, enough for him to speed up and kept rutting into you like a toy. his dark brows scrunched up—whimpers mingling in with yours. fuck, were you squirting? he could slide in and out of you so much faster now. his head was empty, only filled with making you feel good, fucking you the way you deserved.

loosening his hold around your waist, you squeaked when his calloused hands groped your ass, pushing you down against his cock and meeting each 'nd every one of his thrusts. "oh fuck—!" you cried, overwhelming pleasure pooling in your tummy. his thrusts made your toes curl, made your legs fucking weak.

"k, kiss—baby. want a kiss,"

it was the best leon could utter out in his haze, but you understood well enough; leaning down and capturing his lips for a sloppy kiss. he's not stopping—not ever—continuing to bounce you on his cock and continuing to fuck you hard and fast like nothing else mattered. more whines spill from leon's lips, and before both of you could even realize it, he's spurting thick ropes of semen into your fertile cunt. his hips keep bucking up into you, despite feeling overly sensitive and fatigued. he needed to fuck you 'n breed you. didn't matter if he was sore. he needed to get his pretty girl pregnant.

"l, leon—fuck!" you utter the moment you both part. your walls were pulsating so pathetically, and leon's just soooo fucking out of it—could barely fucking think. the way your cervix kissed his sensitive tip just made him sob and mewled, eyes rolled to the back of his head. he doesn't stop fucking you, though, riding his orgasm out with desperate, frenzied thrusts. and he didn't stop—not 'til his muscles burned, on the verge of cramping up.

"more," he whined. "need to fuck you more, please," he begs, slowly sliding out of you. you shuddered, feeling it slowly spill. his cock—covered in your cream and his cum—is still so clearly erect 'nd twitching for more. leon gently trades places with you, and you find yourself on all fours, face down & ass up.

you feel so exposed, so vulnerable—especially when leon's spreading your ass, baring that creampied cunt to him. fuck, you were still gaping 'n pulsating . . without any more warnings, he's back to shoving his cock in that tight pussy, rutting into you relentlessly over and over and over again.

"fuck—oh fuck, your cunt feels so goooood . . " he cried, running a hand over his sweaty, hazel locks. he can't stop, he doesn't want to stop. "fuck me harderrr, pleasepleasepleaseeee," you beg so desperately, and who's leon to resist. his thighs slap against the back of yours a little more harshly now, because he's eager to oblige your request. harder, you said.

now your legs are shaking, you're holding onto your sheets for dear life. your face keeps pushing into the pillow with every punishing snap of his hips. "god, i love you—i love you s, sooo muuch, fuck!" if leon didn't have his hands on you, you're sure you would have collapsed on the now-creaking bed.

a hand sneaks beneath your stomach, fingerpads drawing aimless circles on your clit. and you're still so so sensitive from your mutual orgasm, but so was he! he wasn't stopping for anything. "god, leoooon, you're gonna—gonna make me cum," especially when he brutally pounded you.

the absence of his hand on your waist feels so so cold, and you gasped when it finds its way on your hair, tugging 'til you were nicely arched for him. fuck, you were so pretty writhing and whimpering for him.

"you wanna g, get bred, baby?"

"yes! yesyesyesyes, pleaseeee,"

his balls are aching, aching to creampie you, aching to stuff your womb fucking full. your fiancé can't think properly, he's fucking drooling. it's muscle memory to rut into you, even if he feels the exhaustion running down his spine.

"'m gonna get you pregnant,"

he promises mindlessly, and you're no any better, cunt clenching around him like crazy. "gonna—oh f, fuuuck, you're—you're tightening up!" he sobbed. "knock me up, leon—♡!" he fucks you faster, with the best of his ability, couldn't fucking wait to cum in you a second time. but when he's hittin' all the right spots like that—you couldn't hold your nearing orgasm, body shaking as your legs finally gave out. leon's grip on your hair loosens, just so he can hold onto the headboard while he slammed his hips down on you.

it's messy, and leon could feel your cunt squirt with every push in of his cock, and you're jus' layin there, trembling with overwhelming pleasure. drooling, cockdrunk. just like how he wants you.

with a final thrust, he's filling your cunt again, stuffing that womb full of his cum. you could feel it leaking from your folds, fuuck, leon's cumming lots.

"oh, baby. y/n—," leon whimpers, hips stuttering as he tried to keep fucking you with lazy, tired thrusts. "love you, l, love your pussy," he whispered mindlessly, leaning down and pressing his lips on the back of your head. "i love you . . " leon whispered, fingerpads following the curve of your back. "i love you, " you mutter tiredly.

you giggle when leon starts to kiss along your shoulders and slowly, your neck 'nd up to your ear. "you'd be the greatest mom ever," he whispered. "i just know it. you take care of me so, so well, and our daughters even better," you tilt your head and meet his eyes, chuckling.

"daughters? with an s?" "i mean . . i guess we can have sons too," shifting beneath him, you both groan when his cock slips out from your gaping pussy. your sweat-covered frame's laying on your shared bed, giving you the opportunity to relax. leon's back to crushing you, flopping atop your body.

"i don't really care about gender." "you seriously don't care?" you could feel the rumble of his affirmative hum, and you giggle whilst gently drawing lines on his back.

"well, hey. hats off to you for not seeing gender."

"was that a reference from—nevermind. round three?"

end.

A/N: I STILL FEEL THIS ISN'T MY BEST WORK. i'm very sorry, i think i'm going through a super tough writer's block </3