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sexy-opium-ravioli · 3 months ago

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Aphrodisiac

universe: resident evil

wc: 930

pairing: chris redfield/reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ content, mdni, p in v sex, no protection (not advisable), technically dub con due to aphrodisiac that befalls Chris but is not treated as such by either party-but wanted to include in warning.

a/n: god i want him so bad

Chris came home different.

As he often does. Most of the time, he comes home tired, reserved, not fully presently there. Something uniquely horrible happening on his missions, losing someone, getting betrayed. It would take at least a few days of solemn quietness, of light touches, making sure he could hear your steps when you were behind him. Then, he’d really come back. Chris would look at you and see you, he would wrap his big arms around you and take you in the dark quiet of your bedroom.

But tonight, coming home from a mission? You didn’t even hear him come in.

You woke up quickly to the feeling of large, familiar hands under your sleep shirt, palming at your breasts and squeezing. Rough lips leave a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck. Pulling in a deep gasp, you look up to a man you instantly recognize as your lover- and see a look on his face he never has on when he first gets home. Chris' face was pinched in pleasure, brows furrowed, a frown of concentration tugging at his lips. His pupils were dilated and he was covered in a sheen of sweat. He looked like he was already close to cumming.

“Chris-”

“B-baby,” He responded. “I’m sorry, I just have to-”

“It’s okay,” You respond, voice just now pulling out of the strongest dregs of sleep. “Take what you need,” The quiet admission hanging in the air, you feel your man’s hot, heavy cock pressing against your underwear. He rests his hand near your head, caging you in with his muscular physique, the other hand busy palming his dick. Fully registering Chris’ question of whether you needed prep a few solid moments after it was asked, you whisper a ‘no,’ in his ear and he hides his face in the crook of your neck.

Even that was strange. Chris loves foreplay.

You feel his fingers move your underwear out of the way before his tip presses against your entrance-and you never think you’ll ever truly get used to him. Exhaling a shuddering breath as the head of his cock pops inside you, instantly deciding to press deeper. He makes his way inside you in a series of short, shallow thrusts, just to get inside until you can feel him nudging the muscle of your cervix. You squeaked when you felt it, not nearly the first time you did.

It burned a little, it stung, because of course it did. He was so big that you felt those sensations even if you did prep. But being away from the man you loved so much, for months, how could you deny his love?

Chris takes a deep breath, his face now euphorically relaxed, eyes unfocused as their gaze sweeps across your face. Sitting up, the hand holding his cock moved to your hip and the other holding your thigh. His hands were always so warm and huge. You could always trust that he would keep you safe with the strength found in them. When he started to move, you could quickly feel the impact of his cock, feeling him all the way up into your throat.

“Ch-ris, f-fuck-” You barely managed to get out as his thrusts quickly carried enough strength to make the headboard tap, tap, tap against the wall. He hunched over you, outstretched pupils still trained on only your face. Resting your hand over his, Chris lets his other drift up from your thigh to cup your face.

The moonlight caught the angles of his face beautifully, his brown eyes looking like a black void in the night.

Everything was too quick, went into the thick of things too fast for you to start off feeling great from being split on your boyfriend’s cock. But now, after finding a rhythm, an intimate, beckoning curl of pleasure in your gut begins to form. Fully leaning over you, you dig your nails into his back and note that he’s burning hot. To be fair, Chris usually is a true furnace of a man- but he’s whining in your ear, sweating drops not even done with one round, cumming a lot sooner than he usually would.

“Ch…Chris,” You weren’t even able to get your concerns out, the force of his thrusts squeezing the air out of your lungs before you could squeak any more words out. Even the strength required of his movements looked like nothing to him, and it made you clench tight around your lover, throbbing when he moaned.

His usually soft, short hair is already wet with sweat. God, what trouble has he brought home this time? A strange tingle blooms from your chest, numbing and cold before it spreads further downward.

Oh, no. Suddenly, you can feel every ridge and vein of Chris’ cock abusing your poor pussy. The air surrounding the both of you was humid and heavy. The skin of his navel directly above his cock has been able to slap your clit for minutes now, but only now could you note in detail how that skin met. His grip on you too tight, breath too hot, ears ringing too much-

And he slows to a stop, panting heavily and resting almost all of his weight on you. You weren’t even able to feel the pressure it put on your lungs, you were so high and sensitive from whatever Chris was also suffering from. ‘Jesus, how did he even get home?’

That was your last coherent thought of the night, your boyfriend quickly beginning to move his hips back into pace.

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sexy-opium-ravioli · 1 year ago

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Gentle Tides- Oct 1

Media: Resident Evil

Prompt: Cozy/Stay in night

Rating: NSFW

Pairing: Leon s. Kennedy/Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: On the night of your fifth anniversary, Leon suddenly feels like he's not up to the task to be a proper husband. You show him that anniversaries aren't really about the time or place.

Warnings: penetrative sex, reader is gender neutral, anxiety, hurt/comfort, 18+!!!!

✭ᐧ֯ 𐩑❍ᐧ֯𐩑✧ ⚬ᐧ֯☆ᐧ֯ 𐩑⚬𐩑 ᐧ֯✧ᐧ֯𐩑★

To say that Leon S. Kennedy possessed a unique and deeply rooted relationship with anxiety was a statement not even worth mentioning. Chronologically, when Leon was young and fresh and so, so tenderhearted, panic always felt like a slick knife in the chest. Over and over and over, but as time wound tighter- as he aged, and things started getting less scary in some ways and worse in others, Leon started to realize that his anxiety was starting to change with him.

It was your fifth anniversary, deciding to stick with him, and this year’s October was birthed in cold, damp, dark conditions. Wind howled against the windows of the apartment, accompanied by the steady rhythm of heavy rain. You both were planning to go to Oiseau de Nuit, because you both had loved it every time there was a reason for going. Every once in a while, Leon would spring a getaway or a unique date on you, but sometimes, planned events were just as nice as well.

Leon dabbed your favorite cologne on his wrists and neck, trying to get the feeling in his chest to ebb away. Frankly, though, Leon immediately knew that even putting on the cologne was a mistake. His heart wouldn’t stop beating and his throat was closing, he always got tense around this time of year goddamn it, he felt like he was drowning-

“Honey?”

Leon’s entire body jerked in the direction of the door, heart relieved to see that it was only you there. And then came the guilt sliding down his organs like heavy smoke, slow and dense, at the expression on your face- none of the anticipation and joy from even a few seconds ago, but deep-set worry. And that's never really what your husband wants to see, especially not on the anniversary of your relationship. So even though he’s the one suffering, he walks towards you and tries to comfort you and finally just get a fucking handle on things-

But then you hug him, and it doesn’t nearly get all the fear out of his system but it does slow his heartbeat a bit, and all he can feel is thankfulness. And burning shame that he can feel manifesting as a heated blush all over his face. “I called your name four times, Leon,”

“I’m sorry,” His response was quick and his apology was sincere.

“Stop it, you don’t need to be,” Your words were comforting and your voice was filled with a type of warmth reserved for him. You pulled away from the embrace to look at your lover, and when he inevitably avoided your gaze, you placed your fingers on his cheek, spreading out and traveling to rest on his jaw. “We don't have to go to Oiseau tonight, baby,”

“No, absolutely not, please don’t let me ruin our-”

“Hey,” Your voice came quicker from your throat and your intonation much sharper, which caught Leon’s attention immediately. “You’re not ruining anything if we don’t go, alright? It's not the point of an anniversary to go to a restaurant, baby,” while you were speaking you were inching closer to Leon as his breathing started to even. He felt the embarrassed heat flow from his face as your warm, gentle, dry fingers smoothed over his rough skin. “The point is to spend time together,” You slowly lean up, letting your eyes fall into the shape of glittering crescents in the low light of your bedroom, and you kiss your husband softly.

You look up at him and smile with so much love in your eyes that it makes the foundation of Leon’s chest crack like a tectonic plate, sand swirling in the cove of his ribcage. There was a part of him, burning in the back of his throat, that wanted to cry a bit. “What would you like to do?” you asked him, and it snapped him out of his love-fueled haze. Of course his mind started off racing a thousand miles a minute, but honestly, he was so tired out from his anxiety at this point that Leon couldn’t help but be honest with you. “A bath, maybe. I can cook a nice dinner for you afterward if you want,” You giggled and took his hand while leading him to the bathroom. There was your Leon, always so eager and trying to please.

“We can cook dinner together. Would you want me to get in the bath with you too or do you need some time alone?” Leon shook his head and gave you the first half-stable smile of the night. He looked at himself in the mirror when you switched the bathroom light on, and a part of him instantly understood the concerned look you gave him earlier. He was pale, and honestly, he looked like hell.

“I’d like you in the bath with me, please,” And that was all he needed to say for the next few minutes. There was that same guilt eating away inside of Leon when he saw you running circles around him to prepare for an impromptu bath, setting two towels and some epsom salt on the counter. He tried to set the faucet on hot but you smacked his hand away, did it yourself, and closed the drain before he could even think of sneaking it. The troublesome little smile you gave him told him you knew all this too, and it pulled the first genuine chuckle of the night out of him.

But, eventually, the stage was set for a comforting bath. The salt was mixed with eucalyptus oil, which released a nice scent as Leon slowly lowered himself into the water. Finishing up with the last of the tea candles and turning off the light, you join in after him and snuggle up to his chest. Leon looks around the bathroom you two have shared for a while now. “You really pulled out all the stops for me, huh?” Your husband’s tone was teasing, but you could hear the current of vulnerability underneath.

You lift one of your hands to cup his cheek before resting on his neck, and when your eyes meet his, you find his unreadable gaze already boring into you. “I like taking care of you, Leon,” Your words are gentle, and earnest. They were barely louder than the drip of water falling from the faucet and into the tub, but they made Leon break the stare and look away. He tries not to let the sting of tears form when he feels your lips gently press into the corner of his mouth.

Languidly, you brace one of your hands on the lip of the tub before sitting up and leaning on your haunches in between Leon’s legs. It doesn’t last for too long, because you then climb into his lap, his waiting hands immediately embracing your hips and holding there firmly. Leon takes a deep, steadying breath as his eyes trail down your figure, his stare becoming more and more heated as it progresses. Both of your eyes meet.

“You sure you want this?” You ask him. You wiggle on his lap to get comfortable, accidentally feeling the hardness you’ve been politely ignoring for the past few minutes spent situating yourselves.

“I always want this,” Leon answered, but there was something that just didn’t fully convince you.

“You don’t have to say yes, Lee,” You reassure him, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving a kiss on his cheek. The man gently guides your face to look at him with his fingers at your chin. He kisses you on the lips with a bit more force than the previous ones you’ve shared tonight.

“I want this, please,” His words are barely louder than a whisper, but it’s all you need to begin. In the dark, you rise from laying your chest on top of Leon’s to sitting up on his lap. In the dim of the candles, the beaded water on your skin sparkled golden light and the steam from the water warped and weaved around your figure, and Leon wondered to himself how he ever managed to find someone as beautiful as you.

You take one of Leon’s hands and kiss the knuckles, a small noise leaving your mouth at the feeling of his fingertips finding your hole with ease. A look into your husband's eyes says that his anxiousness is gone to the point where he can properly enjoy the moment, so you decide to let yourself do the same.

You moan at the feeling of Leon’s warm fingers sliding up and into your walls, curling right at the spot where he always bullies into you to make you shake. This time, however, Leon’s slow circling around that spot of nerves has you craving something much more filling than his fingers.

Leaning into his space to kiss him again, you grasp Leon’s wrist and slowly remove his hand out from under you. Taking a gentle hold of his cock, you line the fat head to your entrance and revel in the familiar, heavenly feeling of sinking onto your lover’s cock. Veiny and just big enough and with the slightest of curves that presses against your stomach, you feel him slowly spread you apart. Eventually, after a bit of coaxing, you sit snugly on Leon’s lap, breathing a bit heavily at the embers of pleasure crackling at the feeling of him inside you, unmoving.

You open your eyes to see that Leon isn’t faring much better, a red blush spread from the top of his head down all of his neck, even managing to paint the tips of his ears, his chest taking very deep breaths. You can tell that the hold he has on the meat of your hips and ass might bruise later, but all its doing right now is heightening the feeling of your muscles squeezing hard around Leon’s cock.

You brace your legs and tense your knees and thighs, rise, and then you inch your way back down, squirming your hips as Leon’s hands make you hold your pace. Once again you lean forward, hands resting on your lover's chest. As you lift again, his hips fall deeper into the water of the tub, before both sinking back into each other. Your face is now stuffed in the crook of Leon’s neck while his was resting on your shoulder. One of his hands snaked up your back to grasp desperately at your shoulder, careful not to dig his nails into your skin. The other slowly made its way to wrap around your waist, and after Leon tightened his hold on your body, he started to thrust into you more roughly.

Not given the most warning other than your husband's ever-growing whimpers and moans, you let out your own squeak before starting to moan a lot louder. The easy, sensual pleasure you were feeling at the beginning of this bath amounted nowhere near the fire in your belly now. It felt like every nerve you had was firing at once, almost suffocating against Leon’s moist skin, listening to your husband’s moans and hushed pleas work their way into your flesh. It got to the point where you could think of nothing but his cock slipping in and out of you, over and over again, making you feel so good like it almost always does. So much water has sloshed out of the tub that some of the tea lights have extinguished, sputtering before their lights burn out.

The pleasure for the both of you mounts to a peak, and Leon’s thrusts get a lot sloppier as your hips jerk, and then all the nerves down to your fingertips tingle as your vision nearly whites out from the pleasure. You're sure your moaning has reached its height, too, but Leon couldn’t complain, with how much vibration you felt in your chest from him meeting his climax with you.

You feel your husband soften within your walls, and you both stay there for a few moments, catching your breath and letting your bodies relax. After a couple of minutes of silence broken by heavy breathing, you start to give Leon small, gentle kisses starting from the end of his shoulder, working your way through his collarbone and up his neck. Eventually, when you get to his jaw, Leon gets impatient and tilts your head so he can kiss you properly.

“I love you,” He whispers. You look into his eyes and smile at him, and he smiles back. There's a shimmer in his eyes that lets you know he’s sharing everything he can in his heart, at this moment. You weave your hands in his hair and kiss him again.

“Happy fifth anniversary,” At your words, Leon gives a lighthearted, carefree laugh. He suddenly pulls you in his arms.

“Happy fifth anniversary, baby,"

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