#Chris Redfield fanfic

[harpsinfinity]

Moodboard for V is for vendetta !!!

[writingwisterias]

Double the Chances

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Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader x Chris Redfield

Warnings: Smut, 18+ Only, MDNI, Slight Yandere! Leon and Chris, Threesome, Breeding kink, Cream pie, multiple orgasms (F), Spit roasting, Cowgirl, Oral (M), Double penetration, Mentions of bodily changes during pregnancy, Dacryphilla, Praise kink, Blacking out, Overstimulation, Aftercare Summary: Chris and Leon have taken a liking to you, what happens when they come up with an agreement for you, one that's too tempting to ignore.

I fear I may have cooked....

The music of the club flooded out onto the streets as you opened the door, your figure illuminated by the flashing neon lights above.  The cold air nipping at your exposed skin made you pull your jacket tighter around your frame; your breath visible as you sighed heavily. People filtered past you their shoulders occasionally bumping yours as you hovered near the entrance for warmth. Your eyesight was blurred as the alcohol settled in your system. The phone light illuminated your face as you looked at the time, eyes avoiding the notifications that popped up - many missed calls and texts from your ex. All pathetic apologies for a mistake he had made; as if you could accidentally fall into someone. The low battery warning should have concerned you, it should have instilled fear and panic about how you were going to get home safely, but he ruined you, why should you care? You had nothing to return to, no home to call your own anymore. You barely drank, the alcohol feeling alien as it coursed throughout your body another effect he had created on you. How his actions had changed your regular behaviours. Tears dripped from your eyes as you looked at the cobblestone street, your frame now shaking from the cold. "Are you alright?" A deep voice sounded from beside you, the hand making contact with your shoulder jolted you from your trance. You nodded, looking towards the sound of the voice. "yeah-Yeah I'm good thanks" you mumbled, swiping away the fearful tears that had leaked out of your eyes before your eyes fell on the man. He was attractive you had to give him that, his smile was almost dangerously kind; like it wasn’t giving you his true intentions. Excitement coursed through you maybe this was finally your chance to forget about your ex. 

Normally Leon wouldn't have interacted with you, often his drunken state would have had him stumbling down some dark alleyway to puke his gut up – not a good look when trying to find someone to burry your cock into. However, today he limited himself as he has done every time he and Chris went out recently.  They both began to rely on each other to help get over their alcoholism, turning to talk to each other about the things they had seen instead of the bottle. In this instance, it was good they had limited themselves, for if their eyes were blurred with their drink they would have never spotted you. They watched you throughout the night, biting their tongue when you would saunter over to a man and dance with them, their eyes trailing over the mesmerizing sway of your hips. Their fingers would grip the glass that held their drinks tighter as they watched the men touch you. "She would be perfect for what we spoke about" Leon muttered to Chris pointing his index finger over to your form. Chris chuckled deeply before nodding, "She is"

Leon wasn't sure what he was doing when he followed you out, leaving Chris to pay for the tab. His mind wasn't straight when he asked if he could take you home, his thoughts running on praying you would fall into their small trap to propose their plan to you. "Do you need a ride? Me and my buddy can take you back?" He offered. You hesitated the only logical part of your brain left begging and pleading for you to refuse the offer, that you were better off stumbling down the street home instead of getting into their car. But, tonight wasn't the night for your logical thinking clearly - so you accepted.

Your heels clicked against the cobblestone as you followed the men's path; you had now learnt their names Chris and Leon. Their muscly builds helped you feel protected as you walked between them, their arms occasionally brushing against your own. Your body was stiff and alert, still not fully trusting the companions you had picked up. "Thank you for this really- I wasn't sure how I was going to get back" you whispered, your voice was quiet and shy barely audible. Leon and Chris shared a glance over the top of your head, smiles on their faces as they looked back down at you. "It's no worries, we will keep you safe...where do you need to go?" Chris asked. His voice was lower than Leon's laced with dominance compared to his friend. "I...um..don't know"

You weren't sure where to go, your home was filled with the smell of sex and the longer aroma of her perfume. Your shared apartment was claimed by them now, and the thought of how graphic the texts of their talks about fucking on every surface made you cringe, your apartment was no longer. You had nowhere to go. No one to turn to, having moved away from your family for him. "You don't know?" Leon teased, his heart thumping in a slight panic over you being too drunk to even consent to anything they were planning. You shook your head "My boyfriend cheated on me and we shared an apartment...I can't go back-"

"you can come back with us" Leon suggested. You stopped, looking at the two men in front of you. Your eyes scanned every detail, your brain searching for any signs or characteristics that would alarm you. Your frame shook as the breeze brushed past again, the chill swirling between your legs causing you to shiver. You nodded, observing their reactions. "If it's not too much of a problem" you spoke. Chris smiled, his arm held out for you to loop your own through as they walked towards their car. "It's not a problem at all." He spoke. His smile was kind but his eyes were darker, their actions almost seeming more dangerous than your drunken mind was catching on. Your eyes remained on the cobblestone watching your every step- you didn't need help embarrassing yourself in front of these attractive men. Yes, they were and you weren't ashamed of the throbbing of your pussy at the mere thought of them both. Your mind wondered what it would be like, would they be caring and attentive? Helping you to your release in a passionate manner unlike your ex (If he ever did that in the first place.)

The car ride was mostly silent as you stared out the window of the backseat, their whispered chatter and laughter filled in most of the silence. Perhaps you should have listened to their conversation more, you shouldn't have drunk so much, their red flags were practically waving in your face. Yet you didn't notice until they opened their apartment door and ushered you inside. Their jackets thumped against the sofa as they threw them on it. "Welcome," Leon grinned. Your eyes scanned the place, the walls were mainly blank, a few pictures littered here and there but nothing more. You spotted the kitchen through an archway, assuming the rest of the place lay beyond the door. You began to rub your arms, attempting to shake off the goosebumps that ran up your arm. "Thanks, guys, I don't know how I can thank you" You muttered a weak chuckle leaving your lips nervously. Your words caused the men to glance at each other almost instantly, their eyes narrowing as they silently communicated. "Are you both telepathic because you seem to be doing that a lot?" you joked, Chris and Leon laughed turning to you with warmer smiles.

Leon's outstretched hand gestured you to sit for them, your brows knit in confusion but you did as was requested anyway. The soft cushions sank slightly as you sat, their forms now towering over you. Your eyes lingered on Chris' arms where they were crossed over his chest, his biceps bulging deviously. "You see our jobs make our futures uncertain, we live together for a sense of home. In hopes, if someone is here it will be welcoming. We have spent hours talking about our dreams for family, for belonging to something else than the services we devote ourselves to." Leon began to speak, and he moved to sit next to you. You watched as his thigh rested next to his, the muscles clenching against the fabric of his jeans. You waited for them to continue with a small nod of your head. Their smiles brightened, Chris, shifting slightly in an attempt to hide his growing erection. "Would you like to live here, give us the stability of a home? Welcome us when we return, and give us love and affection when we need it" Leon asked.

They both twitched nervously as they watched you, Leon was unsure of what he would do if you refused their offer. You were perfect, your looks were mouthwatering - your form perfect for carrying the seed he wanted so desperately to implant deep inside of you. "So just live here? or is there more to it?" you asked, hands fidgeting against the fabric of your dress, their stares were intense alluring to more of a plan they haven't disclosed to you. Chris cleared his throat, his arms lowering at his side before he crouched before you. "Our age and occupations prevent us from a normal life, we both wish for a family...crave it. To watch someone nurture what we have created together."

You glanced at them again. Your brain went over the idea repeatedly until finally, you nodded. A small nod. But one they both grinned at brightly. Chris slowly rose to his full height, the tightness in his pants tenting in front of your face. "Thank you. We don't have to do anything right away...we understand if you are tired from everything you have been through today-"

You admired how much it seemed they cared, that in this arrangement it seemed they wished you to be equal. They were allowing you to take command, lead them and shape them to be the devoted partners you have dreamed of. You smiled at them, and the warmth in your lower stomach began pooling quickly at the sight of their hardened bulges. "It's okay, I need it"

As soon as the words left your lips they both worked to usher you into the bedroom. The touch is gentle and caring but their mind racing with deep primal thoughts of your swelling form. The only problem - whose seed would be the cause of your beauty. Who would go first?

You began to slide yourself out of your dress, the fabric pooling at your feet in a small circle. Your nipples pebbled at the temperature change, and goosebumps ran up your skin as they eyed you eagerly. Your ex had never looked at you with such admiration, you felt like a goddess they were about to vow themselves to. Leon acted first, his lips enclosing your own in a heated sloppy kiss, his hands landing on your waist pulling you in closer to his chiselled body. The fabric of his shirt scratched at your sensitive buds eliciting a small moan to slip from your lips. Leon smiled against the kiss, pressing himself closer to your chest attempting to hear the sound again. Whilst you were distracted with Leon you felt Chris come behind you. His weeping tip tapped against the back of your thigh - you felt his chest press against your back as he pulled you closer into him. His lips attached to your neck, softly biting as pulse point leaving his mark on you. You felt him tug backwards towards the bed, his form supporting you as he gently laid you down. You felt his cock slide against your clothed cunt as it slipped between the soft flesh of your thighs, the tip weeping and red desperate for your attention.

Your hands seemed so small next to it, you'd have to use two to evenly wank him off. Your fingers curiously danced closer, watching as the precum coated your fingertips as you spread it around his mushroomed tip. Chris' groan grumbled deep from his chest, the vibrations of it caused you to squirm slightly. Leon stood at the foot of the bed, admiring the sight before him. Your small frame didn't even cover the mass of Chris' muscles. You looked so petite against his friend. "What a sight to behold" Leon stated as his hand began to wrap around his erection, wet sounds filling the room as he began to play with himself at the sight. Your mouth watered at the sight of Leon's cock, be it a lot small than Chris' but his balls were hanging lower, the skin around them taught. "She's soaking" Chris muttered, he could feel the gusset of your underwear sticking to his length- the white fabric practically see-through now.

"Is that so? Do you want this as much as we do, darling?" Leon cooed as he began to crawl onto the bed. His form lying next to you, his cock resting against Chris' thigh. Leon's mouth latched onto one of your breasts, sucking at the peaked nipple. Chris groaned again as you squirmed against him, his arms wrapping around your stomach preventing you from moving too much. "Please Leon-" You whimpered, your eyes screwed shut in frustration at the small amounts of pleasure he was giving you. Your pussy clenched around nothing as it craved more. Chris’ fingers moved to tease at the waistband of your panties, his fingers slipping underneath before they slowly began to circle your clit. Now and then he would swipe a finger over the bundle of nerves sending your hips jolting along the length of his cock that was still stuck between your thighs. The precum now dribbling down the side like wax on a candle. “Oh darling, you are going to be perfect for us…I can already tell” Leon cooed as he released your breast, his fingers pinching and tweaking at the nub as he whispered in your ear. “I can’t wait for these to fill for me, for your body to blossom with one of our children. You’ll be the perfect goddess for us” 

His words danced around your brain, your thoughts melting as you became dizzy with pleasure. Your body shook as your orgasm shattered through you after one more flick of Chris’ finger. Whimpers left your lips as your body sagged against Chris’ form. “Oh love we aren’t done yet” Chris chuckled, his lips pressing a kiss against the crown of your head. Leon helped you get up off Chris, helping you rest on all fours with a pillow underneath your hips to support your weight. The fabric dragged along the soft skin of your legs, exposing your pussy to them. “Who’s going first?” Leon asked, his cock thumping against his stomach as he observed your submissive form. Chris shrugged, “Does it matter?” 

“Of course, it does, whoever finished first is more like to be the cause of her pregnancy” Leon grumbled. The atmosphere changed then. Dazed you glanced at the men, their muscles clenching as their primal need overtook them. Chris, without speaking quickly lined himself up first, his hands gripping your hips as he slowly sunk himself into you. He allowed you to get adjusted to his size before he began to thrust. Starting slow, drawing out his length to the tip and then bottoming out. You moaned at the feeling of the stretch he was giving you. “Fuck” Chris muttered as he watched his length get buried into you. Leon’s cock tapped against your cheek, the tip leaving some of his pre on your face. “Don’t be shy” he joked. Your tongue ran down his length, tracing every curve and vein of his cock. Your mouth sinks onto his length, and your drool begins to pool at your chin. Your hands gripped the sheets as Chris began to propel you forward slightly, forcing you to take in as much of Leon’s cock as you could. Your gag reflex kicked in, contracting around his cock causing Leon to throw his head back, his fingers gripping your head tightly.

Your eyes began to water at the lack of air, and your head began to spin in complete ecstasy. You could feel your second orgasm building you as they both thrust against you. Your whines were barely audible with how far Leon was shoving his cock down your throat. Chris’ thrusts faltered first, his orgasm coming in hot as his balls tightened. His cock was rigid inside you as the vein began pulsating inside your velvet walls as he finally fucked his load into you. His tip kissing the entrance of your cervix as he tried to get as deep as he could. “OH- Fuck” He groaned as he leant over your form. 

You whined as his thrusts stopped, the pleasure against your gummy walls stopping along with the build-up. “Chris….You left her unsatisfied” Leon tutted as he pulled his length from your mouth, he smirked at the line of drool that still connected the two of you. “I’m so sorry love” Chris muttered against your spine as he placed small kisses. “I needed to be the first to cum in you dear, I wanted to watch your womb swell with me first” He panted, his hand now splayed across your lower stomach. “It’s….it’s okay” You whispered, your hips began to back into him, desperate to build up your sweet release. “Oh honey it's not, see you're having to fuck yourself on him just to get what you want… it's not working is it?” Leon spoke again, his breath tickling your ear. Your eyebrows knit in frustration as you whimpered, collapsing on the bed before shaking your head. 

Leon smirked as he pulled away, settling himself against the headboard with his cock standing in the air ready for you. Chris reluctantly helped you settle on Leon, watching as you leaned back into him for support as you smiled at how full you felt. You could feel his balls press against your ass, the curve of his cock hitting just right where you needed him at this moment. Both men were completely different, giving you different pleasures that your Ex has never achieved. Any hesitation of your new situation left as you began to circle your hips, eyes shut as you worked desperately to get a release on Leon. Your thoughts emptied as you did so, it was a lot like therapy. You lay your hands against Leon's abs, using the stability to help push yourself along his length. His whisps of hair that were at the base of his cock tickled against your clit the friction adding to the built-up. Leon threw his head back against the headboard, grunts leaving his mouth as he felt you fuck yourself on him.

Your gasp caused his head to shoot up, Chris’ large hands had begun to grope and tease your breasts eliciting the prettiest moans. Leon focused on holding out, waiting for your release to shatter through you, he knew you were close with the tears that leaked out of your eyes, the way your hips began to slow down, your body shuddering as it struggled to carry you through to the break of your release. His hands gripped your hips, helping them move in the motion you needed, he could feel your walls contract around him, the evidence of Chris leaking out from between the two of you pooling in his hair and on his balls. The sounds were wet and messy as they filled the room, your body covered in a light sheen of sweat as if you were glowing above them. Your breath hitched before you collapsed against Chris, your orgasm snapped through you, your juices running down Leon's cock creating a cocktail of sex with Chris’. Leon followed quickly afterwards finally letting go, you felt his load coat your walls, the warmth of him filling you. 

The three of you stayed like this, the excitement still flowing around the room as you all took in your deeds. You could already feel Chris’ cock twitch against your back again. “I could get used to this” You breathed out. Why should you care about your ex now? Why should he occupy your time when you had these two, both caring and gently ready to submit their love and devotion to you like you were their goddess?  “Good” Chris growled. His fingers gathered up the cocktail of everyone spreading it along his length. Your eyes widened as you felt him prod at your entrance. “It won't fit-” You whimpered shaking your head against his shoulder. Leon slid down the bed, chuckling at the concern that was laced on your face. “It’s okay sweetheart, you were such a good girl for us” Leon cooed, his cock already hard inside you. You felt Chris push you down against Leon, You buried your head in his neck bracing yourself for the stretch of them both. 

Chris entered slowly, pausing to help you adjust to the stretch of them both. Your hands scratched agaisnt Leon's body, your nails leaving red tracks as you cried out. “It’s too much” You whimpered, tears now streaming down your flushed cheeks. “Doing so good love” Chris groaned as he finally bottomed out. Leon’s fingers brushed through your hair, leaving kisses on your head as he soothed you. “Such a good girl like this - letting us breed you” He whispered. You nodded meekly against him. Leon smiled at your eagerness, enjoying the way you were completely submitting yourself to them both. “You’ll never have to worry about anything anymore, you’ll just be here to welcome us home like a good slut, spreading your legs to give us this perfect pussy” He muttered, grinning agaisnt your forehead as you whimpered and nodded. Chris began to move, his thrusts slow as you cried out at the stretch, the burn soon turning into pleasure. You had never felt so full, the stretch and the burn were insane, almost painful. You cried again as Leon began to move, the two of them working on matching their thrusts to prevent less pain for you. Your nails dug crescents into Leon’s skin, the scent of him filling your nose as you buried yourself against his pulse point. “Doing so– great sweetheart” Chris grunted. Their praise went straight to your clit, the puffy nerve desperate for attention as it pulsated against Leon’s happy trail. “More –” You whimpered. Leon’s brows raised in shock as he heard the words, his brain trying to wonder what you could have meant. How could you want more when they were both fucking your sweet hole? Chris figured it out first, his fingers circling the bud as they finally reached the attention-deprived part of your body. You were full-on sobbing now as the pleasure continued to build up, Your body becoming pliable against Leon - black spots filling your vision before you finally gave into the pleasure and collapsed on Leon’s chest, allowing them both to rut into you. 

The temperature change caused you to wake as you were lowered into the hot bath. The swirling scent of cheap bath soap filled your nose as you relaxed against the body behind you. “There we go” Chris cooed as he placed kisses against the side of your head. You could vaguely feel Leon’s hands wipe a cloth against your body with care, avoiding your sore and sensitive pussy. “You did so good for us” Leon praised, a soft caring smile plastered on his face as he looked at you. “I knew you would be a good one” 

You smiled at him, gazing at him with hooded eyes. You relished in the post-sex feeling, smiling at the aftercare they were both giving you. 

[jillsandwhichs]

My captain

Chapter 13 to RE Characters x Reader smutshot collection

Masterlist

Pairing: F!Reader x Chris Redfield (RE6 Version)

Summary: You stay late at work one night due to having overtime. While you're hard at work, Chris has you come into his office for an opinion on something. One thing leads to another, and he's fucking you on his desk

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Friends/Co-Workers/Hookup

WC: 3.4k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Making Out, Dirty talk, Hickies, Clit rubbing, Unprotected P in V, Rough sex, Office sex, Semi public sex, Choking, Pulling out, Slight aftercare

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You clacked the papers against the desk as you straightened them out and set them to the side. You swear that is the most you've done in a day. Absolutely spent is what you are. Sadly though, you can't leave yet. Overtime is a bitch but the BSAA isn't unfamiliar with making it's employees stay later than they should have to. At the end of the day though, you hardly mind. More pay is all that matters to you.

Picking up your iced coffee, you sipped it and set it back down before glancing around the office. Empty. The only people still here are you, a few other agents spread around HQ and your captain, Chris Redfield. It's not surprising he's still here, he tends to stay late even when it isn't needed. He's in his primary office currently, it's just feet away from where you are sitting right now. It makes you feel safer, you'll admit that much.

Standing up, you grabbed the stack of papers and held them close to your chest, ready to take them down to the directors room. It is a rather tedious task. It's two flights of stairs away and half of the time, he's not even here so then you end up having to turn them in the copy room. It's very... Agitating.

As you went to leave the room, the sound of the office door to your right opening up was heard. You gandered over and gave Chris a kind smile, not expecting him to suddenly appear. "Oh, hey you." He smirked, walking over to you and looking you up and down in a friendly manner. "Hey Cap, what are you up to?" "Was about to stop by the break room to grab a coffee. You?" "Taking these to McCarthy." "Ah," he nodded, his hands in his pockets.

"Well," he glanced towards the double doors then back at you. "I can take those for you, if you'd like. I'm heading that way anyways." "Oh," you can't say no to such a kind offer. You carefully passed him the weight of papers with a faint look of gratitude on your face. "I'd seriously appreciate that. Thank you." You didn't expect him to offer such a thing. "Of course, anything for you." He winked before trailing out of the room and to his intended place.

You sighed deeply before murming to yourself and heading back to your desk. You sat down and opened up your laptop. Now all you have to do is finish your report for the last mission you went on with Chris and your shared squad. You all went to Alaska and it was a rather eventful mission, to say the least. You're glad you're all back and safe though, that is all that matters.

Opening up a doc, you began to continue typing everything up. Tonight will be a long one. The second you get home, you're hitting the hay.

Amidst of you typing on your laptop, the sound of the door opening was heard once again. You turned your head and saw Chris entering the room. "Was he able to take my papers?" "Yep, he said thanks." "Good." You gave your captain a nod before glancing back down at your laptop and typing. You just want to get this report done as soon as possible. Takeout and sleeping sounds so good right now but with how weary you're beginning to feel, you bet you'll pass out in your bed once you're home.

Chris stood there, arms crossed and eyes on you. You didn't quite know why. You looked over at him and let out an awkward chuckle. "Do you need anything?" You asked. "Nah, no." He shook his head and looked down, trying to compose himself. "Need your opinion on something though, if I can snag you for a moment or two." Just great. Just when you though you'd actually be done quicker than you thought.

You let out a loud sigh, making it clear you didn't want to but you plan to anyway. "Sure thing." You forced a slight smile and stood up, closing your doc and standing beside him. "Lead the way." You pushed your hand out. He silently huffed out a laugh before having the two of you go into his primary office.

You've been in here a few times. It's kind of small. Wooden panel walls, black carpeting, a polished desk with a black desk chair. Not to mention the countless trophies and plagues around the room and the semi-dead sat plant in the corner as well. The lighting is dim but he has a desk lamp that he primarily uses. You wonder what it is he has to show you.

"So... What's up?" You said softly, crossing your arms and facing him. "This." He pulled out a sheet. "An outline of our upcoming mission. How do you feel about it?" You took the clipboard from his hand and analyzed what was on it. It seems rather regular to you, nothing out of the ordinary. "I like it." You smiled. "Glad I'll be with you the whole time, Lord knows Jensen will talk my ear off if I'm paired with him again." You laughed.

Chris nodded and took the clipboard from you. "Glad you like it. Ever since I started making these instead of others, they've been better, don't you think?" "Yeah, for sure." You nodded and looked around his office. He's not wrong. The missions have been going much more smoothly as of late and it's all because of him. Chris is a good captain, you have to give him that.

"Anywho though, thanks." He smirked and put the clipboard back into the drawer of his desk. "Of course." "And for your help," he paused for a moment and grabbed a coffee that was on his desk. You noticed he had two when coming back into the room but you didn't think it was for you, you just assumed he's an advant coffee drinker. "Oh, thank you! How thoughtful."

Right as you went to grab the paper cup from his hands, some of it splashed onto your shirt. The white lid wasn't on all the way. It stained your white BSAA merch shirt. You gasped and stepped away, watching as the brown, creamy liquid seeped into your chest area and dribbled as it went down. "Shit." Chris said in a disappointed tone. He turned around with haste and looked for a rag until he instead settled on thin tissues.

"I am so sorry." He murmured, dabbing your shirt awkwardly. You watched Chris as he cleaned your shirt off frantically. The sight was rather cute actually. You don't really care about a random work shirt, you have tons. You giggled as he continued and he looked up at you with a puzzled look. "Sorry, sorry..." You chortled, blushing at this point from your laughter. "You're just funny." You shook your head before snorting. Chris smirked and wiped your shirt off a little bit more. "You have a cute laugh." He commented, tossing the tissues in the trash.

You looked down at your shirt. Well, unfortunately, the stain is still there but at least your shirt is dry. Though, you can practically see your bra and cleavage through it, so that is a bit awkward. Then it clicked in your head what Chris had said. "You think so?" "Mhm." He leaned against his desk and gazed at you, his eyes dark and full with an emotion you don't recall ever seeing displayed within them. "Sorry," he huffed out a laugh, "I'm a bit forward, huh?" "It's no problem!" You smiled and uncrossed your arms. "Really, it isn't." You reassured him.

"Good," he then took a step closer to you, "because I think you're fucking hot." That sent literal shivers down your spine. Your back hit the door when he was closer to you and you giggled. "You do?" Now this isn't very professional of him but really, do you mind? Not necessarily. He mentally slapped himself in the face before blowing out a sigh. "Fuck, sorry." He stepped away but you grabbed his shoulder. "Chris, I mean," you shook your head, "Captain... I think you're... You know... As well..." You are stuttering and stumbling. How embarrassing.

Physically, Chris blushed though it wasn't visible. He wasn't lying. He finds you to be a rather attractive woman and you are. He just doesn't know what's gotten into him. Maybe the built up tension between you two is at its point of release and well, there has always been something going on between the two of you - anyone could've called that.

He stared into your eyes momentarily before whispering "Fuck it." And pressing his larger body up against yours and smashing his lips to your lips. You gasped and kissed him back, no hesitation occurring. You encased your arms around his neck as his lips roughly & passionately coursed over yours. Ten minutes ago, you were working on paperwork and now, you're literally swapping salvia with your fucking Captain. You are dirty.

As the two of you made out, you slightly moaned and Chris took that as an opportunity to slide his tounge into your mouth. It was wet and his mouth was warm. It's been awhile since something like this has happened to you and you're glad your celibacy is being broken by Chris. He's sexy and you can already tell, just by this, that he's going to absolutely rock your world.

Your guy's tongues moved rapidly together. His hands are all over you, one moment they rest upon your waist then the next he's cupping your flushed cheeks. You can't help but tangle your fingers in his deep brown hair, tugging and yanking on it.

This is truly not what you expected for this evening.

"Wait, wait, woah, woah, woah... We shouldn't." You lightly pushed him off of you as you ran your fingers through your hair. "You're right." Chris stated. You turned to face him. "But that doesn't mean I won't." You then kissed him again and this time, he walked with you until you hit your bum against his desk. He lifted you onto it, never breaking the sloppy kiss whilst doing so.

This is dangerous. It is so thrilling. It's fun. The fear of being caught is honestly just enticing. The fact that you may or may not be about to be fucked by your captain in his office is crazy to you. You broke from the kiss for a moment and smiled. "Captain..." "Call me Chris." He said with his forehead pressed against yours. "I want you." You said softly yet seductively. He smirked. "Oh yeah? How do you want me?" Oh, so he knows how to talk dirty. Perfect.

You cutely giggled and nibbled on your lower lip. "I want," your hands then went to his secure leather belt, tugging on it whilst you gazed into those sexy orbs. "To be fucked by you, right here, right now." You laughed and tilted your head to the side. He let out a breathless laugh and politely kissed your cheek. "You sure about that? I don't play nicely." He whispered in your ear. "Oh, I am very sure." You smiled before kissing him once again.

Chris let out a dark laugh before he ripped his belt off, allowing his jeans to fall to his ankles. You held onto his hips gently as he helped you lift your bum up, giving him the chance to take your jeans off. He took them off of your ankles and smiled. "You are just..." He looked you up and down. "Beautiful." It made you happy to hear that. You didn't think Chris thought of you this way.

You are wearing a matching set of a bra and panties. They are a deep shade of crimson red and the panties even have a cute dark purple bow on them. "Cute." Chris snorted before kissing you again. His lips trailed from your lips to your cheek, then to your neck where he then began to leave hickies all over it. All you could do was sit there and take it. You moaned, loudly. He knows what he's doing.

While he left hickies and love bites on your neck that'll surely catch the attention of some co-workers tomorrow, you could feel yourself damp against the line of your panties. You are yearning for him. Unfortunately, you are ovulating therefore you're a literal animal but hey, it's the way of womanly hood. You bit your lower lip as you felt him leave one final hickie onto your neck, the one that'll definitely be the most visible.

Chris pulled away with a devilish smirk. "You are so sexy... I've always thought that, you know?" He kissed you again and set one hand on your inner thigh, squeezing it and slapping it slightly before he then stuck part of his hand into your panties, making your breath shutter. "Oh?" You laughed out breathlessly, trying to remain calm. "Mhm, that's right." He kissed you again as his fingers began to play in your folds.

You let out a breath that you swear you've been holding this entire time. Your head tilted back as he played with your pussy so delicately. You bit your lower lip and whispered: "Chris... Fuck." You panted out. His fingers skillfully moved around your nub. The pressure in which he did it was perfect. You moaned in a needy way as he rubbed it faster, making you more and more wet. Fuck, he seriously knows what he's doing.

"Does that feel good?" Chris said softly against your ear before he nibbled on it. You nodded. "So good." You confirmed. It does. One finger swiftly moved along between your folds whilst his other one caressed her clit. "Mmm, good. You're so wet." He kissed your lips softly, pushed your head back a bit. "I am." You nodded. "Just for you." You giggled against his lips and you felt a dark smirk form on his face.

He pulled away for a moment before dropping his pair of underwear down to his ankles. Your mouth dropped as you saw his hardened cock in form before you. He's bigger than you expected. You looked up at him and smiled brightly, letting him know you are beyond ready for him. "Here." You lifted your hips up off of the desk, allowing him to pull your panties down, which he did. As he did, he laughed out as he looked at your pussy. "God, I need you-now."

You got yourself into a more comfortable position before he then set his hand on the desk, his other grabbing a hold of his member. "You ready princess?" "Mhm." You mumbled before kissing his cheek gently. This was it.

Chris then put his length deep within you. As he pushed himself in, all you could do was take in. You breathed in sharply and had your arms wrapped around his neck as he did, mainly for support. "You're so damn tight." He groaned into your ear as he settled into you. "So warm." You blushed as he spoke that way to you. It's turning you on way more. Fuck. You can't believe you're doing this with your very own boss.

He began to move into you. His thrusts were slow but deep. He made sure to be careful with you. "Does it feel nice?" Chris asked you softly. "Yes, it does... So nice..." You smiled as he fucked you with a pace that was perfect for you. Though, you wouldn't mind him being a bit rougher.

You placed your arms behind your back as he began to pick up the pace. Chris was still gentle, but you figure that won't last long. "God, I've thought of this so many times." He admitted. He has? That's took you by surprise. You leaned your head back and moaned loudly, the pleasure is impeccable. He drove his head into your neck and suckled on it, just as he had been earlier. That plus the fact he's fucking you was insanely sexy and made you feel so damn good.

"Fuck," Chris panted out as his movements began to pick up. He moved away from your neck and instead grasped it with his free hand, the other on the desk. "Look at me." He grunted, his thrusts now rough, making you dance internally. You looked at him dead in the eyes as he choked you. He did it firmly, and you thrived off of that. "Shit, harder, please." You whined out, never breaking the eye contact the two of you were sharing.

Before you knew it, your very own captain was pounding into you. The desk was shaking beneath you even. All you could do was sit there and take it because well, there was no getting out of this (Not that you wanted to). "Fuck, you like that? Rough?" "Uh-huh!" You moaned out, biting your lower lip and being a ragdoll as his disposable. "Good girl." He then let go of your neck and instead pressed his lips to yours, kissing you so passionately as he roughly moved into you.

Deep inside of you, you could feel it. That all too familiar feeling of ultimate pleasure. Admittedly, it's been a bit since you've felt it and it's none other than Chris bringing you to it. Your sense of reality slowly slipped out of your head as his relentless thrusts into you only kept up at the same roughness & hardness as they've been consistently going at. He noticed this. He smirked. "Gonna cum for me? Right on my desk?" He asked you in a low, sensual voice." All you could do was nod. Yes.

Just like that, you came. Your walls tightened around his length and he grunted before quickly pulling out and releasing on your lower stop... On your shirt... You didn't care though, at least not in the moment. How could you? You just got fucked absolutely senseless on your captains desk. All you did was smile and hold onto him for dear life as your orgasm slipped out of you gracefully.

Chris stepped away and admired you before picked up your pants and handing them to you. "Fucking hell." He laughed. "Fucking hell is right." You giggled in response as you put your underwear back on fully, then your jeans. He did the same except he didn't even bother with his belt. You stood up but almost fell over; Your legs felt like jelly. Chris snickered and grabbed your hips before looking down at you with a look of pride.

"You're proud of yourself, hm?" You smirked at him. "Very." He leaned down and kissed you softly, using one of his hands to cup your cheek. You melted. You didn't expect for him to act this way after the fact. Chris pulled away and kept his hand on your soft cheek. "I'll let you get back to work but uh," He caressed your cheek as he paused, "Come back to my office tomorrow, I'll buy us lunch." He kissed your forehead.

Now he's buying lunch for you two? Maybe he's a romantic.

Nodding, you let go of him and turned around. "Think you can walk?" He was being such a cocky asshat. You snorted and flipped him off playfully. "I'll manage." He winked at you and that was that.

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Resident Evil Masterlist

* - Fluff

⨀ - Angst

Full-length Fics:

The Queen and her Guardian (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Just a Legend (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Snowman (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Nothing to worry about (Ethan Winters & Reader) ⨀*

Weakness (Karl Heisenberg & Child!Reader) ⨀*

Dark Magic (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Bloody Jealousy (Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader) *

Enough Said (Rose Winters & OC) *

Beyond Death (Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader) ⨀

Vulnerability (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

There you are (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *⨀

Finally, you're back (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Mission (Ethan Winters & OC) *

Sounds Promising (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Stargazing (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Beneath the surface (Chris Redfield x OC) ⨀*

Partner (Ethan Winters x Reader) ⨀*

Deal (Jill Valentine x OC) *

Not a Weapon (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Best thing (he lost) (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀

Worthy (Chris Redfield x OC) *

What happens in the gym...(Chris Redfield x OC) ⨀*

Vendetta (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

Regretting (Chris Redfield x OC) *

Innocent Life (Ethan Winters & Child!Reader) ⨀

Soldier First (Chris Redfield x Reader) ⨀

Heroism (Ethan Winters & Reader) ⨀

No Mistake (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

New Life (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Fated (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

Headcanons:

Karl Heisenberg x reader who suffers from nightmares ⨀*

Karl Heisenberg x multilingual reader *

Karl's love language - annoyance *

Protective Karl Heisenberg ⨀*

Touch starved Karl Heisenberg *

Opposites attract (Karl Heisenberg x reader) *

Karl x Child-free reader *

Karl x *ahem* well-endowed reader *

Tipsy Romance (Karl Heisenberg x reader) *

Karl with an emotionless s/o *

Karl Heisenberg romantic headcanons *

For Margaret ⨀

Karl x injured s/o ⨀*

Karl x shy s/o *

Karl has a nightmare ⨀

Comforting Karl Heisenberg ⨀

Seeing his mutation for the first time ⨀*

Finding out the truth about Heisenberg ⨀*

Being Karl's adopted child *⨀

Insecurities (Karl x reader) ⨀*

The loss of a loved one (Karl x reader) ⨀

Ethan Winters x pregnant reader ⨀

Arguing with Heisenberg ⨀

Jealous Heisenberg ⨀*

Heisenberg with an introverted s/o *

The love story of life and death (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

The Lords as parents *

Mythical (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Life Hardships (Heisenberg x reader) ⨀*

Darkness (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Heisenberg's Family ⨀*

Heisenberg with a pregnant s/o *

Wine Woes (Heisenberg x reader) *

Single dad Heisenberg *

Mithanberg Headcanons *

Chris Redfield x injured s/o ⨀*

Heisenberg comforting his s/o ⨀*

Heisenberg with a jumpy s/o *

Heisenberg with a smoker s/o *

Single dad Heisenberg with a newborn *

Chris Redfield with plus-size s/o *

Heisenberg x non-binary reader *

Lady D with an s/o that is close with her daughters *

Enemies to lovers with Heisenberg *

Fluffy headcanons for Donna *

Ethan Winters x injured s/o ⨀

[lilmoonbunny]

Chris Redfield relationship headcanons

NSFW below the cut <3

Whilst Chris may seem like he’s not interested initially, he absolutely is. He’s so used to hiding his feelings and emotions that the thought of actually expressing them scares the hell out of him.

He’s scared of commitment, but he’s trying his best, please just be patient with him. He feels bad for it, but he can’t help it.

He wants to give you all the love in the world, he just needs time to learn that it’s all right to do so and that it doesn’t make him weak.

Worries that expressing his love for you will make you a target.

Hates leaving you in the morning for work, especially when he doesn’t know if he’ll make it back to you in one piece.

Refuses to let you out of bed for at least twenty minutes when you both wake up. Will force you to stay with him and cuddle him once he’s more comfortable and ready for affection. Physically will not let you go until he’s satisfied.

Loves to kiss you, even if it’s just on the forehead.

Will have his hand around your waist rather than hold your hand.

He isn’t good with words, but he does try his best, even if it does come out wrong sometimes.

Needs you to get along with Claire. She’s the only family that he has left and it’s a dealbreaker if she doesn’t like you/ you don’t like her.

Rarely gets jealous, he’s more protective than jealous. If he’s in a relationship with you, he trusts you 110%, but he doesn’t trust others.

Is really protective of you. He knows what goes on in the world, he’s seen it first hand, and he’ll be damned if he lets anything bad happen to you. Definitely makes sure Wesker knows nothing about your relationship if it happened after his betrayal.

Treats you like you’re a doll who would break at the slightest touch. He knows his strength and never wants to hurt you. It can actually be quite annoying how gentle he is with you sometimes.

Loves when you bring him lunch at work. Will forget it on purpose just so you’ll bring him it.

Always makes you a drink when he makes himself one.

Wants to cook for you but he isn’t the best…

Sleeps with his arm over you. He has to be touching you to actually sleep.

Light sleeper who has nightmares, which are often about losing you, and will panic if you’re not there when he wakes up.

Will not let you smoke. Ever.

Does have trust issues, but he trusts you with his whole heart. Please don’t break that trust.

NSFW:

Will top/dom you but actually has no problem being a sub. He actually quite likes it.

Will not bring knives or guns into the bedroom. He hates bringing work home as it is, so he especially won’t bring it into the bedroom.

Huge size kink. He knows how big he is and uses it to his advantage.

Will mark you if you ask/if he does get jealous but it likely won’t be somewhere others can see. Sees sex as your own personal business and doesn’t want others to see anything like that on you. Actually worries about others thinking about you sexually, but he’ll never admit it.

Loves phone sex. He’s away a lot and just wants to hear your voice, even if it’s just a normal call.

Likes to pin your wrists above you; he just loves how you look up at him when he does.

Loves giving head more than receiving. His main priority is making you feel good. He gets off on you getting off.

Loves making out with you, and it will almost always lead to sex, especially if you’re sat on his lap.

Wants you to ride his thigh, he could cum from just watching you do so. Chris will guide you and help you if you get tired and does the leg bounce. Really enjoys it.

Needs to hear you moan, he adores the sounds you make almost as much as he adores you.

Just a sweetheart deep down who will love you forever.

[oneoftheextras]

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paring: ex!chris redfield x f!reader

summary: you fall back into old habits and into your ex's bed. you never could say no to each other.

words: 6.7k

warnings: 18+ smut, angst, unprotected, chris is reader's ex, alcohol, oral (f receiving), edging, spanking, pussy slapping, squirting, finishing on not in

proof-read by: the beautiful @hwalovs

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It had began as a mistake.

Trauma attracts trauma, as they say, and you and Chris were like a moth and a flame.

Every time you were placed on a mission together, you both knew how it would end - the same way it had began.

As you sat at the hotel bar, nursing your 3rd or 4th drink, you tried to relive the memories of your past mistakes. Tried to urge yourself to recall the reason why you'd refused to go on missions where the Redfield name was mentioned.

This time your commanding officer hadn't been as sympathetic. "They need your skill," he had told you, "Chances of success are low without you," he'd subtly praised.

And you did what you did every time duty calls. Put aside your feelings and focus on the lives you were going to save.

Your grip on your drink tightened as you reminisced about how your dilemma had started. It was about 6 years ago.

You were deployed with a unit like every other mission, things had gone surprisingly well and you'd joined the team for a celebratory drink.

Admittedly, you'd drunk a bit too much so the Captain of the squad took you to your bunk. At least that was his plan. Instead, you had demanded that he take you outside to look at the night sky - he'd protested but you refused to go to bed until you'd seen the stars.

He laid in the mildew grass talking with you for hours; about life, your goals, your fears, and when you'd started to cry in your alcohol induced condition, he held you until you stopped.

The embarrassing part was that you'd tried to kiss him and he quickly pulled away, not wanting to take advantage of your intoxicated state. That sobered you up quite quickly.

When the sun started to come up he took you back to your bunk and the two of you laughed about how it was nearly time for morning drill.

Breakfast came around and you immediately apologised to him for trying to make a move on him, he'd chuckled and told you it was fine, but the reason he pulled away was because he wanted the first time he kissed you to be when you were sober.

Then began your doomed romance with Chris Redfield.

You stood from the bar stool you'd claimed as yours for the night and confidently marched towards the lobby. It had been a year since you'd last seen Chris and a part of you wanted to confront him, and tell him this was the last time he would ever see you again.

It would be different this time. Not like all the other occasions where you'd aimed to tell him the exact same thing; that you were done, and he was gone from your mind and heart.

Except he wasn't.

The relationship between the two of you had started so sweetly, it was ill-fated from the beginning. People in this line of work didn't get happy endings.

It started to go downhill after 6 months of dating.

You reminded yourself of exactly that as you entered the elevator and pressed the numbered button for the floor he was on; he'd ever-so-casually mentioned to you which room he was staying in during debrief.

Dating Chris Redfield wasn't the mistake, the months following your breakup were the mistake.

Despite the two of you never being deployed to the same place while you were together, it seemed like it was unavoidable once you'd split.

The first slip of your judgement was after that first mission; you’d found yourself holding onto the sheet of his bunk while his hands gripped your hips, your naked bodies entwined as though it was the last time they would.

Because he thought it was the last time they would. To him, this was his goodbye to you.

Then it happened again in China, again in France, and countless other countries.

Chris Redfield was a drug you couldn’t seem to recover from.

This time was different.

The elevator rocked to a steady stop, the doors revealing the hotel hallway to you not unlike a stage curtain sweeping away the boredom of reality and presenting the opportunity of an escape.

You stepped out into the hallway of cheaply clad carpet floors and faded white walls; the best the BSAA could offer your squad, the cheapskates.

His door was in front of you - number 98 - just as he had said so boldly earlier.

The screws that held the numbers onto the wood looked rusted and worn, really showing the age of the building; and for a moment the faded silver of the number '8' almost distracted you enough to walk away. To leave, to not confront Chris and disappear from his life silently.

But before your brain could send your feet the signal to move, it had already reached your hand and told it to knock four times. You could've walked away and left him to open the door to the empty hallway, but you couldn't will yourself away from those dishevelled numbers.

He knew who it was without opening the door. He even hesitated with his hand on the handle; he could ignore it, pretend to be asleep and wait for you to leave. To break the cycle that you both kept repeating.

But he didn't.

He opened the door and saw you standing on the other side, he would've thought it was just as he had imagined, but he thought you would've taken your uniform off first and changed.

After a few painfully long seconds of staring at each other he asked "Yes?", you didn't verbally answer, instead you pushed past him and barged into his room.

"Come on in," he said sarcastically as he closed the door behind him and turned to face where you stood, which was in the centre of the room as if it was your own. "What can I help you with?" he asked as he walked over to the desk he was clearly working at prior to your interruption, picking up his half-empty whisky glass and sipping on it.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, "Please," you scoffed, his nice guy act wasn't tricking you this time.

"I'm done." You stated bluntly, trying to hold eye contact with him to firm your point, but he was more interested in swirling the honey coloured liquid in his glass than looking at you.

He hummed in a response, a hum that showed he was either half paying attention or he didn't care, "Are you listening? I said I'm done!" you were more stern with your words this time.

"Yeah, I heard you the first time," he said without lifting his eyeline from his glass. "Okay," you unfolded your arms, a flit of uncertainty lined your voice, "Well, that's that then, you'll never see me again," you nodded your head with determination - not that Chris could see anyway - but the quiver in your pitch contradicted it.

You turned your back on him and started to leave the room when you heard, "So I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning for the mission briefing?" he'd said it so casually for a second it felt like a natural next step in the conversation.

"What? No," you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and turned back to face him, getting closer to him than you had before: "I said I'm done, gone from your life for good," the annoyance in your voice was evident.

"Yeah, yeah," he sighed, dismissing you, and tilted his head backwards and held his glass up to his lips, letting the remnants of the amber liquid drizzle into his mouth. "I mean it!" you step forward so you're directly in front of him, and poke him in the chest with your index to emphasise your point, although not raising your voice.

"We're not doing this anymore," you state prodding his chest with every word. Chris grabbed your hand, enclosing the annoying appendage with his large palm. He placed his glass down on the desk behind him gently, the empty container making a pleasant knock on the hard wood.

He leant back on the desk, finally letting his eyeline meet yours.

"That's what you said last time," he held onto your hand for a moment, his eyes kept your gaze for what felt like hours, his cold blue eyes retained so many memories and you were starting to question whether you wanted to let those go.

Chris released the tension of his grasp so that - if you wanted to - you could slip your hand out from his. "If you want to go, I wont stop you," his voice was quiet and gentle, which made you realise he was also intoxicated.

You didn't move. You kept your hand under his, the warmth of his palm was comforting in a way that only a partner could provide.

"Don't try and be nice to me, Redfield," you shook your head, trying to dislodge the trance your brain always put itself into when you were around him.

He was the one to move his hand away from yours so he could fold his arms over his chest, "Well, I'm not going to be mean to you even if I know th-" he stopped mid-sentence.

"Even if what?" you weren't going to let him get away with it, "No, it doesn't help anyone," he lowered his head but his mouth showed a cheeky smile, as if what he was going to say was amusing to him.

"What doesn't help anyone?" you dipped your head closer to him to try and get him to make eye contact with you again, "Finishing what I was going to say,", "And what were you going to say?", you didn't miss a beat.

He outwardly chuckled, lifting his head but looking off to the side to avoid your eyes again. "You never change," he laughed sadly. "Don't try and change the subject-" you weren't going to let this go no matter how much he wanted you to, "- Now, be brave and finish your sentence," you dropped your voice into a condescending tone.

"Don't.", he warned you but there was no real aggression to it and you felt your stomach flip with excitement, "What? Aww, are you getting shy? I didn't take you for-"  you may have gotten a bit carried away with teasing him.

He didn't allow you to carry on before he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you so now you were against the desk and he was standing in front of you, his empty glass becoming a casualty of the situation and landing on the hotel carpet.

His eyes were narrow and staring down at you, the same way he would look at his sparring partner during training; the gaze of knowing that whatever happens next he was in control of it.

"You know what happens when you run your mouth," his words were almost a whisper and his pitch was a lot deeper than before.

When you didn't immediately respond and he'd registered the rabbit-in-headlights look you were giving him, you visibly saw his muscles tighten and he started to move away from you, "Shit, I-I'm sorry."

The corner of your mouth turned up into a cocky smile and you grabbed the collar of his shirt, stretching the black elastic fabric until the fibres wouldn't give anymore, pulling him back towards you so he was even closer.

"Where are you going?" you teased and you felt the air change the moment it hit his ears, "Your indecisiveness is going to kill me," he leaned into you, placing his hands on the desk either side of you, his warm breath tickled your lips.

You batted your eyelids at him, feigning innocence, "I'm not indecisive," you tilted your head to the side to continue your act; he grabbed your jaw gently to straighten your head and to bring your face closer to his.

"Just tell me what you want," his voice was commanding, and the butterflies in your belly started to flap their wings faster. You let him sit in the silence for a moment, drinking in the delicious tension the two of you had created.

"You know what I want," you said slowly and glanced down at his lips as your tongue poked out to wet your own. "I'm going to need you to say it." he insisted.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you blinked slowly and let the corner of your mouth curl up into a smirk, "Make me," it was drawn out as though the longer you took to say it, the longer you would have him hooked on your words.

All thoughts of leaving the room had vanished from your mind when he pushed your knees apart and slotted his hips in between them; instinctively you shuffled forward so your bodies were against each other.

There was something about the familiar heat of his body that comforted you in ways no one else had been able to do.

"Words, use them" he urged you in a soft whisper as though he was subtly begging but demanding you. Ignoring his plea, you hooked your fingers into the waistline of his jeans, feeling the soft skin of his stomach against your knuckles, and pulled him even closer.

A grumble left his throat and a tremor settled over his skin. It was short and deep whilst he tried to hide it from you.

"How obvious do I have to be, Chris?" you mumbled against the millimetre of air that separated your lips. Your thumb fumbled with his button until it popped open, releasing both the tension in his jeans and between you.

His hand cupped the back of your head as he quickly and passionately encapsulated your lips. You immediately ran your hands up his back to tangle in his hair and pull him closer.

Your lips disconnected for a second before colliding again, your heart exploded with fireworks that you long thought had burned out as the two of you struggled to balance coming up for air and not letting the kiss end.

Eventually it did, but only so Chris could unclasp the gear that you hadn't taken off. He began with the one over your chest, but impatience made him give up too soon as he moved to unbutton your combat pants and slip them off of your legs. All the while his mouth had moved from your lips to your neck.

He feverishly left trails along your throat and underside of your jaw as though if he stopped you would disappear.

"Please tell me you want this too?" he asked against your jugular, "Don't you dare stop," you breathed back to him and that was enough reassurance for him.

He pulled your underwear off and pushed you backwards so you were fully sat on the table with your feet no longer on the floor, and dropped to his knees. He looped his arms under your legs and settled his face in between your thighs, taking his time to leave small kisses and nibbles along the inside of them.

His teasing didn't last long, it would seem he was just as impatient as you were. He pressed his mouth against your core, flattening his tongue and massaging your clit the way he knew you liked it.

"Oh, fuck!" you yelled a little too loudly for a hotel the moment the warm wetness of his tongue made contact with you, and you laced your hands into his hair as though it was the handlebar on a rollercoaster you didn't want to get off of.

You felt his mouth vibrate against you as a muffled noise left him, you were sure that if he didn't have his mouth full then it would've either been a low chuckle, or a groan of his own.

His grip on your thighs became tighter and his tongue became quicker - you tried to stay sat upright, but the tingling sensation that climbed up your spine made it hard for you to maintain your balance, so you leaned back on the wall for support.

At this, Chris used your new position to pull your body closer to him, dragging you by the crease of your knee, making your shirt ride up against the friction of the desk. At least your head wasn't weirdly bent against the wall anymore, but now all your body weight was in his hands, and mouth.

He stopped for a moment, disconnecting his mouth from your pussy to inhale deeply, "God, I've missed how you taste," he moaned, his lips shimmering with a mixture of your arousal and his own saliva.

Before you had time to reply, he dove back in, removing one of his hands from your thigh and resting your appendage on his shoulder. He instead slid one of his thick digits inside you, pushing past your spit-soaked lips with an embarrassing ease. 

Well, it would’ve been embarrassing if you weren’t drunk and his fingers weren’t making your whimpers turn to needy moans.

You struggled to keep your eyes open as his tongue diligently flicked your clit, and his finger curled and prodded inside of you. It wasn't his best work with his hands, but he was also drunk and he was making up for it with his tongue so you could forgive him.

The muscles in your legs started to tense and you could feel yourself getting lighter and lighter in the head with the thought of euphoria only seconds away, "Fuck, Chris. I'm close," you managed to mumble out.

Your walls started to clench and tremble around his finger, with the climax you so desperately missed just on the horizon, when he suddenly stopped and withdrew from you. 

"No! No, no, no!" you whined and gently tried to pull his face back towards your core by his hair, but his neck alone was stronger than your arm.

Chris shrugged your legs off of his shoulder and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his top, a smug smile on his face as your essence left a light reflection on the black fabric. 

"You're an asshole!" you shuffled yourself into a position where you could at least touch the floor.

"It didn't seem like you thought I was an asshole a few minutes ago," he had a joyful lint to his voice that you hadn't realised you'd missed so much until now.

You scoffed at him, "No, I did. Just because you have some redeeming qualities doesn't mean I don't hate you," you watched him stand up slowly, the time he spent on his knees also making you forget how tall he is compared to you.

Pushing yourself off of the desk to try and intimidate him, your knees buckled and you almost fell, if not for Chris' reflexes.

"Oh, you hate me now too?" his voice was anything but serious, the overarching mockery was all too evident. You nodded confidently but didn't push yourself out of his arms.

"I see," he nodded as his hand trailed down over your stomach and towards your entrance again where he rubbed circles on your clit with his middle finger, "I suppose, you'd also really hate it if I made you cum?" he retorted, and stopped his movements just as quickly as he'd started them.

With heavy breath and shaking legs, you softly punched his chest with annoyance. “Chris,” you whined, “Mhmm?” he replied, his eyelids hooded and ears patiently waiting for you to admit defeat.

Both of his hands were on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles just under your ribcage delicately like a lover, whilst his eyes watched you like a hunter about to pounce on its meal.

Your hands roamed over the hard expanse of his chest and trailed downwards, your fingers tracing the indents of his muscled abdomen as they made their descent to his waistband.

Just as your fingers skimmed the tip of his underwear, he grabbed your wrist and stopped you exploring any further. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, “Don’t make me beg,” you tilted your head to the side and furrowed your eyebrows, “If you want something, you have to ask for it,”, he playfully scolded you.

Impatiently, you twisted your wrist out of his grasp and put your hands on his pecks, pushing him backwards with what little strength you could. Your plan was to get him on his back, then you could work your magic without having to utter a word.

He stepped backwards as you walked him confidently towards the bed, however, just as his legs were about to make contact with the bedframe he swiftly moved to the left, leaving you and the force of your push to topple over onto the bed.

There was an attempt to pick yourself up again, but as quickly as it had began, he’d hooked his hands under your hips and positioned you with your head against the mattress and your ass, unceremoniously, in the air.

“You know what I want to hear,” he grumbled quietly as one of his hands left your hip and roamed the expanse of your exposed ass cheek, “Screw you,” you spat with no venom.

His hand left for a second before coming down onto your cheek with a harsh sounding clap, you attempted to hold back the groan the sting caused you, but the way your back arched was evidence enough to him that he still knew how to make you crumble.

“Now, I know you haven’t forgotten your manners,” he gently caressed the area that he’d just hit to soothe the impact, the area buzzing with warmth as it slowly turned red.

There was a moment of pause as you thought about the best course of action, and a smirk came across your lips, “Go fuck yourse-” was all you managed to say, words cut off by a moan as another strike hit your plump flesh, this one slightly harder than the last.

You laughed to yourself at how predictable his actions were, when that too was cut short by your surprised cry as two of his fingers suddenly filled you completely - jutting in and out of you a few times, then tearing away to rest back on your ass cheek.

You could feel your own arousal being spread on you with every gentle stroke of his hand.

“How many times do you want to do this until you inevitably do as you’re told?” he sighed as if he was already bored of disciplining you.

Apparently the answer was eight. Eight times you’d come up with a new insult to throw his way and eight times he’d responded the same way. A slap to the ass, followed by spearing you open with his fingers - each time becoming rougher and more prolonged, but not enough for you to cum.

He’d never been like this before, normally he would cave and give you what you wanted - he never could resist you. 

Something was different this time, and you felt your hold over him loosen with every spank of his hand against your delicate flesh, with every crack of palm meeting rear he tightened the reins of your invisible collar until you couldn’t breathe another word against him.

You opened your mouth to speak and he habitually raised his hand, waiting for the next smart-ass comment to leave your lips so he could punish you.

“Wait, please!” you panted, your voice slightly broken from the high pitched whines he’d been pulling from you.

“Hmm?” the noise vibrated lowly in his throat, you couldn’t see his face from your position but you could imagine his thick brown eyebrow raising ever-so-slightly. “Why should I?” he whispered to you, “This entire time you’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass, so why should I not return the favour?”

You thought for a moment. Were you ready to truly take this new Chris out for a test-drive? The unpredictability of him was new to you, you were unsure if you could handle it, but by God you were going to try.

“If you’re going to spank me, at least do it with some effort,” you got about halfway through the sentence before your mouth stretched into a grin.

A growl of annoyance resonated from him and the hand still gripping your hip tightened, you could feel every individual pad of his fingers digging into your bone. He was silent, and you debated whether you’d gone too far, until you felt something warm and smooth caress your folds.

A gasp left you at the familiar sensation. You instantly tried to move your hips backwards to meet him, to feel him fill you so completely the way he used to almost nightly when you were together.

You’d missed the stretch his cock would give you, always too impatient to let him warm you up with his fingers first - the impact of his pelvic bone meeting yours, and the bounce of him so deeply within you, worth the momentary discomfort of adjusting to his size.

But he wasn’t about to delve into your nostalgia so quickly. 

Instead, he dipped his cock-head into you briefly and pulled back, never breaching the tight ring of your cunt. 

Again, you engaged the muscles of your thighs to try and bounce back onto him, so slide him so effortlessly inside you, but his hold on your hip was firm and unbreakable.

With his other hand wielding his shaft with the same precision he usually saves for the Samurai Edge pistol, he stroked his tip up and down to colour your labia with your residue. As if his cock-head was a paintbrush, and your cunt was the pot of paint he’d chosen for this masterpiece.

He rolled his hips forward, guiding his dick through your lips for his head to bump against your clit, coating his shaft in your wetness. 

You knew he hadn’t missed his target, he very rarely did, but just this once you’d wished he’d miscalculated his aim. Wished he’d entered you and hit your cervix with that same force, instead of continuing to abuse your overstimulated clit.

He dragged himself back again until his tip was hovering not-so-subtly over where you wanted it most, he drew miniscule circles into your sensitive flesh, “Are you going to behave now?” his voice was solid and firm with no motion of breakage, unlike yours.

You wanted to say that you wouldn’t. That he would have to make you. However, the repetitive motion of dipping his cockhead into you so you would start to feel him stretch your walls to gain entrance to your warm velvety insides, but not enough for your body to accept him, was causing a lapse in your determination.

The lack of response from you wasn’t the answer he wanted, causing you to feel another sudden slap to your ass and the subsequent sting in the outline of his palm on your skin. 

“Words!” he commanded and your back arched again as he used the same tone he does during training drills. “I-” you started to say, but couldn’t come up with something witty fast enough before he submerged his cock-head again with the accommodating slap against your cheek.

It was too much all at once; the teasing of his dick, the spanking, his iron-grip on your hip, and his voice.

Ordinarily, you could combat these things with ease. Push back against him and throw a mocking comment his way, but it was too overwhelming.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled out, the bedsheet sticking to the side of your mouth as you spoke from the saliva you’d accidentally dribbled onto it.

“Sorry?” Now, he was the one to mimic your usual sarcasm, “I don’t want your sorry, I want you to obey,” he spoke through gritted teeth but there was no aggression, just warning.

You nodded your head against the covers, “I will, I promise,” the rate at which you spoke made your words slur, you were surprised if he was able to understand you.

Your babbling was a language that Chris had become an expert in. Maybe he’d gone further than he was planning to tonight, but that didn’t stop the greedy smirk that laced its way onto his lips.

He wasn’t showing it, but he too was barely holding onto his restraint. Normally, he would ask more of you in terms of verbal submission, but he’s inadvertently teased himself as well.

He hummed with appreciation as he put more pressure against your hole, fighting against the muscle momentarily before it gave way, allowing his cock to slide into you fully until his groin met with your ass.

You moaned loudly at the intrusion, feeling the stretch burn within you. Usually he would allow you time to adjust and wait to feel your walls relax around him before he began his assault, but he wasn’t feeling so generous after the performance you gave him. 

He grasped your waist with both hands as he quickly withdrew from you almost all the way, then quickly and sharply pulled you back to meet his thrust.

Another moan came from you, louder and more high pitched than the last. Then a turrent of them flew from you with every rough thrust of his hips and haul of your waist - your head bobbed back and forth at the rapid momentum, reminding you that your body was not your own anymore, it was his.

“Still take me so well,” he groaned between thrusts, between watching his cock disappear inside you, only to reappear wetter and shinier.

You hoped he wasn’t actually looking for a response because the only words your brain could form were desperate pleas for him, and there was just a slither of your pride left for you not to utter those aloud.

Instead, you stretched your arms out in front of you and curled your fingers into the soft fabric of the covers, giving you enough of an anchor to try and bounce back onto him. Not that it actually did anything with the bruising hold he had on you.

He snapped his hips particularly harshly and a strangled yelp ripped from your throat. His right hand left your hip and grabbed the back of your neck with force.

He manoeuvred your head so you had no choice but to look back at him, meeting his eye again for the first time since he put you in this position.

“Is my pace not enough?” he asked in a scolding manner. He tilted his head to the side and clenched his jaw, it lasted for a second before it shook itself open with a ragged pant. 

Your eyelids fluttered closed as a particularly well placed thrust had his cock spearing into you at the perfect angle, setting a tingle of flames up every vertebrae of your spine to seep over your skull.

“Eyes on me!” he snapped at you with a breathy voice, and you forced your eyelids to follow his order. He was still your commanding officer, and some habits refuse to die.

His cold blue irises held your gaze with a fierce strength, he dared you to look away again, but you couldn’t. 

His jaw was set under a stubble he wasn’t going to shave, the muscles and tendons in his neck strained with every buck of his hips, and a singular bead of sweat trickled down his jugular.

This wasn’t physically exerting him in any way, he was a strong and agile man, but the furrow of concentration in his eyebrows matched with his tongue darting out to wet his lips, told you he enjoyed fucking you as much as you enjoyed letting him.

The incessant creaking of the bedframe and the bang of the headboard against the neighbouring wall was the accompaniment to your whines of pleasure, your sounds that harmonised to Chris’ own quiet moans.

His eyelids flickered as his eyes rolled back into his head for a second, “Fuck,” he groaned and somehow increased the speed of his hips, sloppily fucking in and out of you. 

He tightened his grip on the back of your neck and you felt your spine start to bend painfully at every thrust of his hips.

He still had your body memorised inside and out, it was engraved on his brain. He dragged your torso up off of the bed - knowing that if he continued to plow into you the way he was, he would do some real damage to your back which he wanted to avoid - and placed you firmly against his chest.

The change in angle meant he needed to rearrange his hold on you. His arm rested between the valley of your breasts, whilst his large hand tilted your head backwards to maintain that eye contact he so desperately wanted; his thumb secured your head in place with its position just below your earlobe.

Your mouth was so close to his but you wouldn’t dare kiss him again unless he asked. As if you could do anything other than moan and take whatever he gave you, then attempt to dribble out a thank you afterwards.

His other hand left your hip to clasp both of your wrists in front of you, “You’re mine, you know that?” he muttered to you between heavy pants, so quiet that the rhythmic thump of the headboard almost drowned it out.

“You’ve always been mine, and you’ll continue to only be mine,” his voice was louder, more possessive than before as he grit his teeth. You opened your mouth to try and reply but a pathetic whine was your only response.

He smiled savagely at how you melted so easily under his command. He opened his mouth and your heart leapt at the prospect that he might give you what you were silently asking for, but when his teeth bit down on your cheek, you knew the time for being affectionate was nowhere in sight.

His bite wasn’t hard, it was a playful nibble at best, but it would leave an indent of his teeth for the next hour, of that much you were certain.

There wasn’t any time for you to complain over it as the hand, which was still holding your wrists, released one of his fingers so he could circle your clit.

If he wasn’t so accustomed to how your body reacted to him, the sudden jolt of your hips may have caused him to slip out of you and ruin the position entirely. However, as you moved, he bucked his hips and drove his cock deeper into you as he used your own hands to keep you in place.

“You remember how to cum for me, don’t you?” he purred into your ear. You attempted to nod your head but his hold was steadfast, so instead you whimpered in between moans.

The hammering pace of his cock, matched with the speed he played with your clit was a deadly concoction which only ended with you giving him exactly what he wanted.

You could barely control the tremors that rocketed through you. You were on the edge of euphoria, completely drunk on both alcohol and Chris Redfield, so much so that you hadn’t realised the string of high pitched ‘Please’s that you recited like a mantra.

“You can do it for me, can’t you?” he whispered in your ear like a siren call luring you off the boat and into the ocean, “Let go, you can do it,” he praised, but his hand contradicted the soft coo of his voice as he let go of your wrists and traded it for a harsh slap to your clit.

His fingers immediately took up the space that stung from the impact, circling and flicking at you with an intensity you’d known him only to have in the middle of a mission.

You weren’t sure what was holding onto you, but you prayed to every God, Deity and Patron - anyone that would listen - to let you go, to let you fall deeply into bliss with him.

Someone listened. As he lifted his hand for a second time and left three more quick and light slaps against your clit, you felt all the tension your body was holding ramp up and then suddenly let it all go again as you involuntarily clenched hard around him.

It was like your body went into shock at how stiff you became, he knew what came next. The two of you had done this dance so many times that he knew when you were about to miss a step.

The hand that was holding your jaw quickly slipped up to cover your mouth as you closed your eyes and screamed into his palm, your cunt pulsing around his cock and squirt gushing onto the bedsheets in front of you like a fluctuating stream.

You couldn’t control it. As much as you wanted to squeeze your thighs together and stop what was happening, your body physically wouldn’t move - other than the tremor that flooded you.

Eventually, your muscles returned to you and your chest heaved whilst trying to catch your breath under his hand. You thought you were done, but Chris wasn’t slowing down.

He let go of you, only to push you back down onto the bed with his hand pressing the side of your face into the mattress, mere inches away from the mess you’d made.

He leaned over you, the warmth of his chest laid flat against your back as he fucked into you relentlessly. Harder and faster than he had at any point during the night, or during your relationship. 

Every buck of his hips was like a wild animal getting faster and faster as it closed in on its meal attempting to escape his line of sight.

His teeth suddenly found their place in your shoulder and bit down harshly as your soft flesh muted the animalistic moan that climbed its way out of his throat. 

His thrusts were erratic, completely off of any rhythm he’d set previously and he finally allowed himself to cum. 

He swiftly pushed himself back onto his haunches, and pulled out of you in the same motion. Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he jerked his cock until he came with a loud and prominent “Ah, fuck!”, his sticky ropes painting your ass beautifully.

There was a long moment of almost-silence. Only the sound of the two of you separately trying to catch your breath, and the cogs in your brains turning to try and make sense of what had just happened.

Eventually, Chris got up from where he was kneeling on the bed and grabbed a handful of tissues off of the desk you’d nearly destroyed. He wiped himself off your skin and then dabbed himself dry, pulling up his jeans with only a slight jingle of his belt.

You sat up on the bed, stretching your back and hearing a few clicks that you’d certainly feel over the coming weeks.

It was awkward. The same way it was every other time the two of you fell into this cycle.

He briefly made eye contact with you as he handed you your combat trousers and gear off of the floor. 

Defeat. That’s the look he was giving you. Exasperated, and disappointed defeat.

He’d let you in again, allowed you to worm your way into his desires, the same way you had let him crawl inside your chest and rest next to your heart like he’d never left.

It was only ever temporary, these brief moments you’d have together. For a moment you wondered if you could make it work, if there was still a spark worth kindling into a flame between you, but then he looked away. His eyeline setting on the curtains instead of you.

“I'll see you tomorrow for the mission briefing,” he spoke coldly, folding his arms over his chest, but the lint of longing - a hope that you might fight him like you always did, ask him if you could stay the night instead.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” you replied, a stone as hard and stubborn as his own reflecting back at him. 

Once you meant the world to each other; now just a continuous mistake, a toxic habit neither of you could break.

[jellybonbons]

ROOMMATE ANTICS MASTERLIST

🎬 Welcome to "Roommate Antics," where we dive into the unpredictable, hilarious, and heartwarming world of four college students sharing an apartment! Meet our cast: Leon, the ex fuckboy stoic yet secretly soft-hearted gamer; Chris, the laid-back and sometimes oblivious nerd jock; Rebecca, the sassy sweet and smart bio major; and our protagonist, whose quirky and relatable adventures you'll follow.

🍿 Stay tuned for random shenanigans, heartfelt moments, and the pure joy of friendship in "Roommate Antics," where every day is an adventure and every episode brings something new!

🎥 Pairings: Leon Kennedy x reader, Chris Redfield x reader (platonic), Rebecca Chambers x reader (platonic)

Main story: Shared Apartment, Shared Feelings

⭐️ Guest stars: ???

This show is rated 16+ and contains strong language and mature themes. Viewer discretion is advised.

EPISODE ONE: Need a bra?

EPISODE TWO: Iced Coffee War

EPISODE THREE: TBA

❗️Disclaimers:

Reader will be gender neutral unless stated otherwise.

All episodes will be short (less than 1k words or more).

Audiences: (taglist)

@roseglazedlens @laceycoffins @emilykolchivans @naomisaki @burgandylover

@getosbeloved @angelstargel @delulusimps @leonw4nter @ellieslaces

let me know in the comments if you want to be added to the taglist!

[sweetcocopowder]

Bedding the Beast | Chris Redfield / Hound Wolf Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Chris has been infected and damned if you stand on the lines and let him turn. Yet, when you finally find him, it's too late. He's physically changed into something inhuman, but his sanity is still there. Clouded by a frenzy of lust and adrenaline, but Chris is still in there. You may just have to let him fuck it out of his system first before you can get anything into his brain.

Word Count: 5.1K

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Lycan!Chris Redfield / Hound Wolf Fem!Reader

Warnings: Knotting. Size difference. Tongue fucking. Both ends. Rough sex. chris is a lycan, it's gonna be raunchy.

Notes: Holy shit i haven't posted in a long ass time but i had to post for Valentine's Day aye! It isn't Valentine's themed but i wanted to get something out. And this has been sitting in my drafts for a long ass time. So I'm not dead! And please, enjoy my first resident evil fic.

@drdawnbreaker

It was meant to be simple. In and out.

There was a lot after in and before out. But it was like anything they had done before. Go in, shoot some fucked up monsters and the one responsible then come back out with only a few scrapes and grazes.

One thing Chris has always told you and the team, anything can go wrong. Yet you had stupidly and naively thought that nothing could go wrong with Chris. Because… it’s Chris. Chris Goddamn Redfield. He’s been through this since the late nineties. The man has seen more fucked up and inhumane shit than you could count on both of your hands and feet.

So, when the man’s voice had come over your radio, at first it had to be some sick joke. You couldn’t help but laugh at it at first. But the silence that had come afterwards had only made a thick, heavy brick sink into the bottom of your gut. Umber Eyes had asked for confirmation and had received it quickly by Chris.

“Alpha in. I’ve been… infected. New orders are to leave without me once I’ve planted the bomb and you’ve found Rose. No exceptions. Over.”

You had been informed beforehand that the virus acts quick. Too quick for anything to be done once you’ve been bitten and there’s no cure for it. And Chris has been infected. Your Captain. Your-

Goddamn you promised yourself you wouldn’t get too into this fucked up relationship. You grip the radio with enough strength you feel like you could crush it, bringing it to your mouth so quickly you almost clack it against your bared teeth. You exhale shakily, watching your warm breath form a cloud in the chilly air.

The forest surrounding the village is too quiet for your liking despite the absolute chaos going on downwards. The smell of the mold is drafted up to sting your nostrils, the wind chilling even through your heavy gear. A chilling shiver runs down your spin as you lick your cracked lips, trying to find the will to ask the question yourself.

“This is Beta. Are you positive? Over” You ask, even though you already heard the answer before.  

The radio is silent for way too long before it crackles and Chris’s gruff voice comes through, “Positive, over.”

“FUCK!”  

You find yourself screaming into the trees, pacing away from the sight of the village before coming back. Breathing comes in painful, cold inhales that don’t help the shaking your hands have begun to do. Your heart thumps within your chest, your eyes staring down at the village with pure resent. You can almost taste the bitterness on your tongue. Or maybe it’s the bile threatening to rise up form your stomach.

Umber Eyes comes over the radio. “We’ve located Rose.”

You lick your lips again, trying to wet them in this damn cold. You know where Chris was last. Despite being posted here as look out, the urge to rush down is becoming an itch that you can’t ignore. The thought of staying up here and doing nothing pains you more than anything. You fiddle with your assault rifle before checking the magazine. Full.

Without another thought, you jump down the ledge you’ve been spying on and head down to the village. A lump forms in your throat that you can’t swallow. You’re disobeying orders. Orders that were given to you by your Captain very clearly and strictly. Keep look out. Keep a bird’s eye view over the village in case anything happens that the rest of the team isn’t aware of- Fuck that! You can’t just leave Chris behind. He’s your Captain and- He’s your Captain!

You trek down the fresh snow, having to use your assault rifle as a makeshift cane to help you balance yourself here and there. The last thing you need is a face and gear full of snow to slow you down.

Keeping your wit, you venture into the outskirts of the village with your gun ready and steady. You move quickly, jogging down the roads that have bodies of the creatures piled up like a goddamn war zone. You’ve only seen them from afar and on video recordings from the team’s experiences. You’ve never been put in front of one of these things. Chris likes to keep you away and uses the excuse of, needing to have someone looking down on everything from above. And yes, it has been helpful in the past but recently, you can’t help but feel like he’s keeping you away from the danger on purpose.

And you’ll give him that. The reason why your flings here and there with Chris haven’t turned into something solid is because he’s afraid of the loss. He has said that bluntly to you once before. And you can’t really blame the man for pushing away. You’re aware of his track record with his former team members in the past. So having you and the others must be like a stab in the gut that he’s been given yet another team to go out and do the same shit over and over again. Kill and wipe out bioweapons that threaten humanity, yet they come back like fucking weeds that won’t go away no matter how many times you pull them out, poison them and stamp them into the ground.

It's one way to live, you’ll say. But it’s a living. It may be dirty work but it’s a good living. It’s good to know that keeping these creatures out of terrorist hands is making the world a little safer.

Yet, seeing these wolf-like creatures up close is like something out of a horror movie. Teeth and claws long and sharp, eyes a pale white that are now glazed over with death. You’ve seen death before, just not something so freakish. You’ve seen dead B.O.W’s but nothing that looked so… human?

Blood litters their bodies and you don’t know if it’s theirs or someone else’s. Many of them are riddled in bullet holes and you swallow thickly. They take a lot of bullets.

You keeping moving all while holding your lunch down. You’ve got to find the cave system that Chris had disappeared into. So, you follow the carnage you only know that your Captain could leave behind. And not before long, walking through a graveyard and following the trail of coloured smoke coming out of the ground, you find the cave. You lick your dry lips again as your radio goes off. The team are moving in, talking back and forth.

None of your team members know you’re venturing down here. You’re in this alone. This could cost your spot in the team and your job all together. You grip your gun tighter. Giving one more glance behind you, making sure you’re not being followed, you jump down into the cave system.

It’s dark and dreary down here. Flicking on your flashlight, you get a sense of your surroundings. The smell of mold is intoxicating that it makes your stomach roll with disgust. It smells damp and like wet rot. Like a house that’s been sitting for way too long.

You follow the same carnage of the creatures outside. You expect at least one of them to move or twitch or groan or something. As cliché as that sounds. But they all lay still, unmoving like the ground they now rest in. Chris made sure that what’s dead, stays dead.

Your radio crackles suddenly. “Bomb has been planted.”

Chris’s voice comes over hoarse and out of breath. Pained even. The virus must be spreading quick. Quicker than what they’ve led on to believe.

Without even thinking, you run quicker than you were before. You skip and hop over rock and debris, not watching where you place your footing. You need to get to Chris. That stupid bastard has probably gotten himself killed. Yet you know what’s happened which is a worse outcome than death. Infected. He’s infected and going to become a mindless thing.

No, you can’t think like that. Not-

The ground underneath the foot you’ve just placed forward tumbles beneath it. You fall forward, flailing your arms like some chicken as you roll and flip down a three metre dip in the cave. You land heavily with a grunt on the ground, your face full of the black dirt that covered this place. You think it’s dirt. It doesn’t taste like dirt as you spit it out with a hack and a harsh cough. It tastes disgusting and sour and you don’t want to know what you’ve just ingested.

You rise to your hands and knees, unstrapping your helmet and tactical goggles on your head. You throw them aside, the gear being covered in the thick black substance.

“What the…” you breathe.  

But then you look up, and you can’t help but gape upon what you see. A large black mass hangs above you, pulsing and swelling. And the smell is god awful. Your assault rifle goes flailing off somewhere. You rise to your feet, your eyes never leaving the mass in front of you. Taking a few steps forward, you feel your gut sink low within your chest. Maybe you should’ve stayed up in the nest. The things you’ve seen in the span of half an hour is more than you’ve seen in your entire lifetime.

A low, gruntle growl drags your attention to the shadows immediately. You stand frozen in place, a hand on your side arm that everyone in the squad have. Chris has personally given yours to you. The words he had uttered though are still burnt into your skull.

Leave the last bullet for yourself.

You just hope it doesn’t come to that. You watch as the shadows move, something lurks in the dark, something big and you can’t place your fight or flight response. Do you fight? Or do you run like your mamma taught you to when you were young.

Or freeze. Freeze like a deer in headlights as you see a pair of wolf yellow eyes come out to greet you.

You don’t realize at first, but it’s only because of the dog tags hanging out the creatures neck that you realize it’s Chris. Chris Redfield.

His eyes are wide, horrified as his bones crack and distort beneath his stretching skin. He falls to his knees, his gaze never leaving you.

He shakily breathes out, hissing his words. “What are you doing here!?”

Saving him? But how!? You’re not here to save him. You can’t. There’ no saving this. Has a child you had believed in God but seeing the things you’ve seen, you left God a long time ago. He isn’t here, men have played God too many times for you to believe in an Almighty. Control and creation, that is what He is about. Yet both do not go hand in hand for with creation comes free will and He punishes those who have such a thing. So, He makes them mindless machines, no longer human. That is how control is dealt. Make them with instinct, create them with lust and greed and wrath and He has something He can control.

And, so you can only watch mortified, unable to answer as Chris’s face shifts and morphs painfully. He snarls and hisses, drool pooling from his mouth as his old teeth are pushed out to be replaced by long fangs. His snout elongates until it’s a makeshift snout, his skin shifting and morphing, stretching over the bone. His shirt has ripped and his gear snaps as his body grows twice in size. He hunches over on his arms as they grow more bulky, thick black fur covering his skin.

You can’t utter a word as you watch your lov- your Captain morph into something he’s been fighting this entire time. Something he’s dedicated his entire life to destroying. Maybe he’s been fighting too long. Maybe his luck has finally run out for him because the thought alone his terrifying.

Chris’s yellow eyes lock onto you as he takes a step forward, his claws digging into the black, soft ground. His tongue licks at his bloody gums where his new fangs have come through, as if feeling and prodding at his new features. He looks… You would be stupid to not say that the pure strength that Chris vibrates isn’t, marvellous. Yet terrifying. Unpredictable. You stand between the beast and freedom now. His attention focused on you because he knows you. Knows your scent. Knows how you sound. Knows everything.

“Beee- daaaaa,” he tries to speak your name but it comes out more so in a long growl, something that rumbles your chest.

Finally, finally you get the will to speak. “Chris,” you swallow thickly, thinking of the options ahead for both of you. “We can get you back to the labs. Run tests. See if this is reversable.”

Chris shakes his head viciously, snarling as he does. He looks back to you, taking another step towards you as he growls deeply.

“Noooo,” he growls back, his speech still malformed from the large teeth within his mouth.

“Chris,” you speak softer as he takes yet another step towards you. You quickly realize he’s not more than a few feet from you now. Close enough that he could snap out and bite your hand if he wanted to. When had he gotten so close? You swallow thickly, taking your hand off your side arm to show your outstretched palms.

“Please,” you beg. “Come with me and this can be all a sweet dream.”

Chris shakes his head again, clawing at his snout as if there’s something there that he’s trying to shake off. You watch frozen. You should take this time to run off back to the squad. Or even radio in that you’ve found Chris. But what would everyone say? They’d be confused and outraged that you’ve left your post. You know they’d tell you to shoot him. Chris would tell you to shoot him!

Shoot!

“Leaaavvvveeee,” Chris growls deeply, his throat rumbling with the long drawn out word.

You lick your lips. As much as you want to go, you can’t. You can’t leave Chris here. He still has his mind. They haven’t taken him just yet. He still knows you. Still has the will to snap you away to safety. Empathy still shows as he fights off the instinct to kill. He still holds onto his humanity even though everything in his body vibrates to sink his claws into something warm and breathing.

You shake your head as you take a step forward. Stark yellow eyes latch onto your movements, watching your every move.

“I’m not leaving you behind in this sect pit,” you seethe quietly.

Reaching out a hand to Chris, you realize just how badly you’re shaking. You just hope that Chris doesn’t smell your fear if that’s even a thing. Those yellow eyes watch your outstretched hand, his whole body going ridged. Even on all fours, he stands a few feet higher than when he was human. His fur has come in thick, and it looks shaggy and ragged like wire. His bald snout is wet with sweat and drool and you inch carefully closer to try and touch him. To ease him into coming back to the nest with you.

But not everything goes like how it does in How to Train Your Dragon, because Chris snarls as he jumps forward, tackling you to the ground harshly into the black dirt. All the air from your lungs is pushed from your chest as a large, clawed hand holds you firmly to the ground.

You grab onto his large hand as you gasp for air, trying to refill your lungs. You wheeze, grinding your teeth together hard enough to crack as Chris opens his mouth right in front of your face. This is the end. This is the last thing you see. You can’t help but breath in his hot breath as you try and find air for yourself. Drool falls onto your face as his jaw surround your head. Everything freezes for way too long. Your nose can almost touch the back of his tongue, his fangs touching your ears. This is how you die. Loving a man too much that you ran to the depths of hell to try and save him.

You close your eyes, waiting for the end. Your only thought is how much of a stupid lovesick bitch you were.

Death doesn’t greet you though, nor does the sweet crunch of your skull between Chris’s teeth. It’s a warm, wet tongue that slides up your face that snaps you out of your haze. You breath heavily as you watch Chris sniff you, breathing in deeply as his nose crooks into your neck.

“Beeee- daaaaa,” Chris growls into your skin.

Shakily, you bring a hand to the side of his face. He flinches away but his yellow eyes look upon you, his pupils blown wide. The hand on your chest lifts a little, but only so he can drag you across the ground towards him. He towers over you now and he returns to sniffing at you again, inhaling as if he can’t get enough of you. His hand still holds you down, as if afraid you’ll now run off without him.

“I neeeed yoouu,” Chris rumbles out once more.

You blink, a little confused. What does he mean- You feel your face flush hot as you feel something thick and hot rub up against your inner thigh. You can’t see from where you’re pinned, but you’re not stupid.

“This isn’t really the time, Chris,” you whisper out, as if someone else is here and they’ll hear. “We should get back to the nest and see if we can get further help there. Run tests, get our best scientists to get you back to human.”

Chris shakes his head, drool flicking onto your face. “Nooooo,” he growls again, his face mere inches away from yours. His tongue rolls out and licks your mouth, hot, wet and sticky. “I neeeed youuu. Yoooouuuu, Beeeee- daaaaa. I neeeeeed yooouuu noooww.”

You swallow thickly, keeping your lips shut tightly as Chris rolls his tongue over your mouth again. His breath stinks and the last thing you want his that tongue on yours. But you can’t help the wet pooling between your legs in your pants. You’ve never heard Chris be this… needy. Did the infection amp everything up to a thousand? Did the adrenaline hike all his senses up past human?

You don’t know where fucking a B.O.W is on your Do-not List but you think it’d be pretty high up there.

“Will you come with me if you get this outta your system?” You ask, more on the verge of a snap.

Chris’s dilated pupils look to you with pure want. “Yesssssss,” he rumbles out.

“You owe me big one when we get you turned ba-“ You snap but you don’t get to finish your question as a hot tongue pushes its way between your lips.

You muffle your words as Chris laps at the inside of your mouth, tasting every inch of you as his grip on your chest tightens. You grip onto the hair on his arm, your eyes rolling back into your skull as his tongue dives in deeper down your throat. You gag a little and Chris is quick to retreat before diving in deeper again. You feel his fangs graze your cheek as his tongue laps down your throat, cutting off your air way. He seems to like the taste, not being able to get enough. You gag again, your body convulsing a little as your chest begins to hurt from lack of air. This time, Chris pulls on the way out, licking a strip up your face for good measure.

You inhale sharply, coughing and spluttering as all you can taste is Chris. Sour like the dirt underneath you.

Chris lets go of your chest only so he can run his claws down your pants. He rips them off with ease before you can even tell him you’ll happily remove them for him. Before you can protest about your torn pants, Chris’s tongue licks a hot strip between your legs, spreading your folds and making your clit twitch. You whine as he does it again, and again, and again, as if he can’t get enough of you. His eyes are closed as if he’s savouring the taste of you.

His tongue dips into you, wanting more of your warmth and wetness. He delves in deeper until his fangs are dangerously close to your body. You gasp and clench your teeth as your muffle a whine past your fisted hand as his thick tongue pushes up against your g-spot. You shiver as his tongue thrusts in and out in a frenzy, a slick wet pop echoing every time his tongue retreats out of your clenching hole.

You can’t help the noises that fall from your agape mouth. Your whole body shivers and twitches as his tongue pushes harder against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. If he keeps this up, you don’t think you’ll last much longer. There may be a bomb somewhere but you’re only concern at the moment is how Chris’s tongue curls within you with every thrust.

You grip the ground as you arch your back, your mouth agape as your orgasm hits you. It builds intensely as Chris prods at your g-spot with each pass of his tongue, each time becoming more sensitive than the last. You shiver and gasp as your orgasm shudders in waves. And Chris doesn’t stop, drinking every last drop that you give him as if he’s drinking water.

He brings you to the verge of a painful sensitivity, making you whine and cringe at the feeling of your whole body becoming too much. You whine again as you try and shuffle away from him, to at least get a little time out before letting him get this rut out of his system.

But Chris growls at your movements, his clawed hands coming down and gripping your thighs. Hard enough that there’s going to be bruises there in a couple of hours time. He pulls you back to him and licks at your folds once more, getting one more taste. His stark yellow eyes look upon you, his pupils still blown wide.

He steps forward over you as he lets go of you. But before you can think of doing anything, he flips you onto your stomach. You get a mouthful of the sour black dirt and at this point you don’t think it’s dirt. It’s too soft and too powdery to be dirt. It stinks of fungus and… mold. You spit it out quickly, coughing and spluttering. You don’t want any of that shit in your system.

Your mild panic is soon replaced by another as Chris towers over you. His snout comes down beside your face, his hot breath huffing against your cheek.

“Beeeeee- daaaaaaa. Pleeeeaaaase,” Chris begs before licking a hot strip up your face. “Pleeeaaaase. I neeeeed youuu nooooow. I neeeeed-“ he growls deeply, licking at his lips as if he can still taste you.

“What do you need, dear?” You ask softly, hoping the fear coiling within your gut can’t be heard on your voice. You trust Chrus with your entire being. You love the poor man for God’s sake. Have you ever said such a thing out loud? Of course not.

But your fear stems of that you’ve got a B.O.W towering over your, fangs a hairs breath away from your face and the only thing on said B.O.W’s mind is to fuck. And it’s probably going to be a rough fuck with how Chris is huffing and growling in your ear. You just hope he doesn’t break you.

Chris ruts up against your ass, and you can feel how big he is. You thought his tongue was bad enough, you don’t know if you’ll fit all of him in. But you raise your ass in the air for him. You look underneath and you can see the thick, dark red cock twitching between Chris’s legs. Good lord is that a knot!?

You swallow thickly as you watch the tapered head slide between your saliva slick folds. Chris growls near your ear as he tries again to catch your hole. The head slides again, making your clit twitch. You reach back this time, guiding his cock into your cunt. And as soon as Chris catches, he thrusts in wildly. He knocks the breath straight out of you as his thick cock bottoms out to the knot in just two pumps of his hips.

You’re already slick and wet from Chris’s tongue but the stretch is wild. It burns and you bury your face into your arm on the ground as Chris picks up a quick pace. You don’t get time to adjust, and you’re left a panting, whining mess as the B.O.W takes what’s his.

“Beeeeee- daaaaa,” Chris growls.

You feel so full, every bit of Chris stretching your cunt out to fit him. You let him take you, letting him have his fill. You clench around him as you feel yourself on the edge of another orgasm. Each thrust pushes you away but Chris follows you, not wanting to let you get away. Not when you taste this sweet.

“Chris- fuck,” you moan as he presses a hand down onto the back of your head, pressing you further down into the mold so that you don’t slide away from him. All you can do is take it, listening to your own moans and groans coming from your panting mouth. Chris growls and huffs above you, his pace brutal and unwavering.

It feels like it goes on forever and you don’t know how much more you can take. The slick slap of his knot hits your cunt with every thrust, and you know what his end goal is. He’s going to try and stick that thick knot in you and stretch you even wider. He’s going to pump you full of his cum and nothing will seep out until he deems it right to let you go. You just hope to God you don’t birth out some fucked out babies with teeth and claws.

Yet, the thought of him filling you up until there’s nothing left to give sends a thrill down your spine. You clench around him suddenly, the thought making your clit throb.

“Come on, then,” you grin into the ground, enjoying this all a little too much. If only the team could see you. Being fucked by Chris like some wild animal. “Fill me up, Chris. I want you to fuck me like it’s your last day on earth.”

You can feel Chris shudder at that, his whole body shivering above you. You feel his position shift slightly and he thrusts harshly, pressing his knot against your cunt to see if it’ll fit. You groan as you feel the stretch, but it won’t budge. Chris pants above you as he thrusts in and out a few more times before trying again, and this time with a little budge the knot pops in. You groan deep within your chest, gripping handfuls of the ground as all you can feel is Chris. You’re so full you feel, content. s

Chris pulls out, your pussy tugging with it a little painfully. But the next time Chris thrusts in the knot goes in smoother until he’s fucking you with just the bulge. Your second orgasm hits you like a freight train. It feels like everything has amped up to a twenty and you squirm and shudder under Chris’s hold. He doesn’t let you go, his face lowering down to yours.

“Beeeee- daaaaa,” he growls deeply.

He pushes all of himelf inside you once more, stretching your cunt around his knot again but this time you can feel it swell withing you. And you thought you felt full before. You shudder out a gasp, your whole body vibrating.

Chris growls as he cums deep inside of you, painting your insides with him and only him. You feel the hot cum begin to dribble out and down your thighs with how much Chris is pumping into you. You pant loudly as you try and collect yourself the best you can with every inch of Chris’s thick cock inside of your stuffed pussy.

“Thaannk youuu,” Chris growls out quietly.

You’ve never been thanked for sex but there’s always a first. You just hope that Chris doesn’t regret this if you ever get him turned back, because you’ll have to agree to yourself. That was a thrill.

After Chris deems himself done, he pulls out with a pop and takes a step back away from you. You flop down into the ground with a huff as you let your body collect itself. How on earth are you going to explain your state to the rest of the squad as you come back with a lycan Chris in tow.

Hey, I left my post and found Chris and he had a lot of pent up adrenaline from the change so I let him fuck me. Why? Well maybe because me and Chris have been having a fling here and there before hand so it was no biggy because we’ve FUCKED before. No biggy. Right?

“Beeee- daaaaa,” Chris rumbles right beside your ear. “Weee neeeed to leave.”

You lift your head and look upon his now shifted, lycan-like face. You can still see Chris under all that fur. But Chris’s old face is much more handsome. You don’t think you can deal with having a tongue down your throat every time you want to kiss the man.

“Yes, yes,” you hiss. “Just, let give me one more minute.”

Chris huffs at that and rolls his eyes. It seems getting that shit outta his system he’s recollected himself and is able to think properly now. He looks upon you with his yellow eyes in worry. As if he’s broken you.

“I’m fine,” you assure. “You try getting fucked by a B.O.W.”

Chris tries to scoff but it comes out more like a bark.

You rise to your hands and knees and look around, wondering how the chances are if Chris took off his pants before he transformed. Because you really, really don’t know how you’re going to explain this. It almost feels like coming back home with a random stray dog you picked up off the street, hoping that your parents let you keep it. But this one is just your furry Captain that stares at you wondering the same thing.

How on earth are both of you getting to the helicopter and getting Rose to safety. Couldn’t of Chris gotten bit after we were done here? It would have made everything so much easier.

Maybe you can steal the pants of one of the B.O.W’s you passed before. They gotta have pants!

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[toolovelyforyou]

Me at 2 am looking for Chris' fanfics and smuts to read before going to bed. 🤠

My baby deserves better. I love him so much. 🥹

[dmitriene]

❝ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ❞ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ.

❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘹 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

❝ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ❞ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳.

❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴.

❝𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦❞ 𝘩𝘦𝘺𝘺! 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦.

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

● Chris Redfield was known as one of the most dedicated workers in the department, and you had just joined the office and were buried under a mountain of paperwork, often staying late to catch up.

● The workload was too much and you were having a hard time keeping up with it, your colleagues seemed oblivious to your difficulties and piled even more work on you.

● Chris, being the observant and considerate guy he was, quickly noticed how hard you were working and how overwhelmed you seemed.

● One day he decided enough was enough, he called out your colleagues for overburdening you and even made them apologize to you.

● You, feeling a little embarrassed by all the attention, muttered that everything was fine when Chris came to check on you, but he just patted your head and laughed it off.

● From that point on, you and Chris became close, he would bring you coffee, invite you to lunch and offer to help you with your workload.

● However, one day everything changed when your boss scolded you for a small mistake, it hurt you more than you expected and as soon as you left the boss's office, you burst into tears.

● You were standing near the printer with tears in your eyes when Chris came across you, he was about to invite you for coffee once again, but froze when he heard your sobs.

● With genuine concern, he turned you towards him and hugged you tightly, he began to comfort you and gently stroke your back as you sobbed and explained what happened.

● After that fateful day at the office, Chris became your unofficial champion.

● He always made sure you never had to take on an unreasonable workload again and was willing to go to great lengths to ensure you had a manageable work life balance.

● Chris had a habit of sending you funny memes and GIFs throughout the day, especially when he knew you had a particularly stressful task to complete, his messages filled with emojis and silly messages that always made you smile.

● It was a tradition in the office to celebrate birthdays and Chris went above and beyond to celebrate your birthday, he surprised you with a homemade cake and a card signed by the whole team, making you feel truly special on your special day.

● Chris would often tease you about your coffee or tea addiction, claiming that he was convinced there was a secret IV drip somewhere in your desk, but he still would bring you your favorite drink every morning with a sweet note.

● Chris had a tendency to casually compliment you and it always made your heart race, he would say something like — «You look amazing today» or — «Your smile can brighten up the entire office»

● Whenever you were feeling down, Chris would find a way to sneak up behind you and give you a gentle massage on your shoulders, his strong hands doing wonders to relieve your stress and you would often find yourself leaning into his touch.

● Lunch breaks with Chris became the highlight of your workday, you shared stories, laughed and sometimes engaged in friendly office gossip, it was during these moments that your flirting became more playful and both of your cheeks turned red.

● Chris was a great listener and genuinely cared about your thoughts and opinions and asked for your input on projects with great respect for your expertise.

● You and Chris would occasionally argue over who would finish the paperwork first and the loser would have to buy the winner lunch, this friendly competition added a fun element to your workdays.

● Your office desk has become a treasure trove of little surprises from Chris, stickers with encouraging messages, your favorite snacks, and even a potted plant to brighten up your workspace.

● Chris was a natural protector and that extended even beyond the office, when he would often walk you to your car in the evening, ensuring you got home safely, and even offering to help you with groceries when you mentioned you were out of essentials.

● One particularly stressful day, Chris found you deep in thought, gently cupped your face, gently stroked your cheek with his thumb and said — «Remember, you're stronger than you think», it was a moment that stayed in your heart.

● Chris had a way of remembering little things, like your favorite song or the fact that you preferred your coffee with a pinch of cinnamon or your tea without sugar, it made you feel wanted and valued.

● One evening, after a successful presentation of the project, Chris invited you to a celebratory dinner, and this night ended with a kiss on the threshold that took your breath away, and you found yourself yearning for more.

● As your relationship continued to progress, your colleagues couldn't help but tease you both about your obvious chemistry, but Chris simply smirked and pulled you closer, whispering — «Can't help it if we make the office a little more interesting, can we?»

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[writingwisterias]

Omg!! Can u do a Chris Redfield x !readerfem and the reader is a BSAA nurse taking care of Chris when he comes back from a mission

(need them biceps ughhhggnmhjhagh)

Please and thank uuu ;) (sorry if my idea is boring lol pls forgive)

Hi!!

I am incredibly sorry this is so late, I wanted to work on a few of my longer fic ideas before filtering through my requests!! I hope you enjoy 😘

Warnings: Injury, Fluff, Comfort,

Fem!Reader

Chris was always an interesting one, he was quiet kept to himself nowadays unless he was with you. You bought some sense of comfort he seemed to lack in his life, you office was warm and welcoming. It was probably to do with the heater you kept by your feet under the desk. Always claiming that base was cold despite the numerous other layers that covered you. You were sweet - something stable consistent and most of all trustworthy. In the chaotic life he has always lived it was something that he craved and wished he could have.

You smiled at him sweetly as he entered the door, a bloodied bandage on one arm and the other carrying the usual apology coffee. "What have you done now?" You smiled at him guestering with a hand wave for him to sit next on the bed. He watched as you gathered the usual supplies, lining them up neatly on the tray next to the bed. The wound wasn't bad, just a stray bullet from a rookie who got spooked in a rocky situation. The usual but it could have been worse, the new wasn't his old one and never will be. China was a mess, the loss piled up too high for him.

Nothing could replace the team he lost, Piers and the others leaving a gap in his life he wasn't sure he could fill. "Just a stray bullet, nothing serious" he said. You lifted up the shirt, trying desperately to keep your cool as the gloves fingers examined the wound. Chris was attractive, there was no point in denying it. His smile and gruff voice was enough to make your brain go to mush. He was respectful unlike the other soldiers you had to deal. Chris never flirted, never pressed you with personal questions; it wasn't even until a few weeks ago that he started to talk to.

"Did the mission go alright though?" You asked him, you fingers barely wrapped around his arm as you held it still. Carefully swiping the disinfectant over it earning a few grumbled hisses from him. "It went as good as it could I guess, nothing terrible happened" He grumbled watching you carefully. You nodded, smiling briefly at him before moving to place the butterfly strips. "I tell you what went wrong"

Chris only raised an eyebrow, "Yeah?"

"A stray bullet damaged this gorgeous bicep. Which ever did it Rookie should be punished" You smiled so innocently after admitting it, keeping your features neutral to hide the growing embarrassment that wanted to seep its way out. Chris however was taken aback, a laugh threatened to bubble its way. His broody exeritor finally crumbling after what felt like years. You were always so sweet and kind a flirty gesture like that wasn't something he expected from you. "I'm glad that you think they are nice enough for a scrap to be that damaging" He chuckled.

His hand was warm when it landed on your wrist, his eyes scanning for something you didn't quite know. There wasn't any hesitation from you when he leaned forward, finally caving and giving himself something. Ignoring the fears deep inside that if you got close enough he might lose you like he lost everyone else. "Can I?"

The words ghosted over your lips, the smell of his latest cigarette and bitter coffee filled your senses. You nodded, entwining your fingers with his before finally closing the gaps. He was more passionate than you thought, like you could feel all his unspoken feelings. You made sure to match his pace, the exchange of love becoming messy as you grew heated. It wasn't until his phone chimed in that you stopped, the vibrations of the call interrupting the moment. You both knew what it meant, who it was. Duty always called for Chris. Moments alone would be far and few between. Yet, despite that you still couldn't resist and that's what he needed. Craved for in a relationships. Someone that understood the responsibilities he had gained over his hardened years.

Some to trust that not even a stray bullet would prevent him from crawling back to you.

"You owe me a coffee date when you back...one that doesn't involve butterfly strips and disinfectant"

Chris only smiled and nodded, the softer interior being hidden as he opened the door to head out again. That side only on reserves for you. "I'm sure you'll hold me to it when I get back"

It was only when he left you let out a giggle, fingers ghosting over your lips as if you could still feel his. Chris however instructed his team kindly, patting the nervous Rookie on the back as they all boarded on the heli. "Come on guys let's do this quick today...I've got a date"

[jillsandwhichs]

Talking Body

Chapter 1 to RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection

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Pairing: F!reader x Chris Redfield

Summary: Chris finds out about the fact you're insecure about your body and takes matters into his own hands

Status of your guy's relationship in this smutshot: Dating!

WC: 5.5k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Insecurities, Mentions of an ed, Clit rubbing, Dirty talk, P in V, Hair pulling, Praising kink, Breath play & No condom

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The mirror paints a reflection of the body you hate most. Staring back at it, you scoff in disgust. 'How could I let myself get this bad?', you think to yourself. You were wearing a cropped tank top with shorts, considering it was over 80⁰ today. The summer heat is no force to be reckoned with. Even with the AC kicked on in your bedroom, it wasn't going to stop the heat from finding it's way into the apartment. The AC's were practically busted anyhow.

You wandered around your small bedroom, aimlessly thinking about different ways you could view yourself in a more positive fashion. The only source of confidence you ever manage to have is when you're all covered up or directly after a workout. It's not like you're a slob or anything, you don't even understand how you've managed to gain weight. Even so, the flat out disgust you feel about yourself is clear as day.

Pacing around some more, you paused as you watched you dog come running in the room, barking and being obnoxious as ever. "What do you want, boy?" You giggle as you questioned your dog. You and your boyfriend, Chris, recently adopted him from an animal shelter. He was a great way to distract you from your insecurities. You could hear his subtle panting as he made attempts to jump up onto the lifted queen sized bed.

"Oh come here..." You laugh as you pick him up, placing him carefully onto the bed. He must've been over heated from being out in the other room. Your bedroom, the one you share with your boyfriend, is the only room with AC throughout all of the apartment. It was also micro sized so it got cold quickly.

His tounge was out as he rolled around on the bed, his hair shedding & sticking onto it. "Oh whose a good boy?" You snicker, plopping down on the bed beside him but right as you did, you watched as your rolls folded, you felt even more insecure now. This is exactly why you feel better being all covered up. You can't even escape it, not at home, not anywhere. Huffing out softly, you rub your temple firmly, you could just feel the eventual headache coming in.

You remember how you used to not care so much about your body. Hell, once upon a time you've been bigger than this and even now, you aren't even able to be considered chubby. But your mind doesn't allow you to have that positive mindset. Overthinking is a bitch. The only person whose ever there to reassure you is your boyfriend but even then, it's hard believing it, he's just saying that because he's obligated too. Does he not find you gross as well? He has too.

You stared down at your stomach, watching as the two rolls poked out. If you stood up, it wasn't as bad, actually, it was more bearable, but even then it was still upsetting to witness. But sitting down? It was just 100x worse. What haunts you even further is the fact your boyfriend works for the BSAA, all sorts of fit & attractive women work there, like his friend Jill, does he find her more attractive? Does he check her out without knowing? Was this all just deep down a fear of Chris not finding you appealing anymore?

Snapping you out of your trance, your dog barked loudly as your iPhone, which was resting on the entertainment center in front of you began to ring. "Oh just relax, boy." You whisper to your pup, giving him numerous smooches on the head before pushing yourself off of the bed and back onto your small feet. Your phone showed an icon of you & Chris together with formal attire on, that's how you knew it was him. It was his ID photo in your contacts.

Picking your phone up, you accepted the call and put it on speaker. "Hi." You calmly spoke out, waiting from a response on his end. "Hey princess, I'm on my way home now, I was able to clock out early today." Chris said with a loving tone, his voice also sort of distant due to the loud traffic in the background. "Oh, that's good baby, how far are you from home?" "I'd say like ten minutes." He answered your question. "How's the pup doing?" "Great, he's on our bed right now, just loving the AC." You snort out, petting him as you climbed back onto the bed.

A cackle releases from Chris as he hears what you said. "That's good. I'm glad he's settling in well. How are you doing, baby?" He asks, his tone gentle. Chris always makes sure you're okay, it's like he has senses to know when you aren't. "I'm fine, kind of hungry though." "Oh, want me to stop somewhere? I'll get you whatever you'd like." You think about his offer for a second before knowing you had to turn it down. No need to eat for the rest of the day. "No, I'm okay." "Hmm, I'm sure babe." Chris snickers - he can tell you're lying through your teeth.

"But anyways, I'll be home soon babygirl." "Sounds good... I love you." "Love you too baby." Chris cooed before you then ended the call. It was short & sweet. It was 3 PM, you could definitely live without eating for the rest of the day. Maybe you'll even be able to get another work out in. In your head, not eating yet working out will do you just good. It'll help you. Although, whenever you Google whether or not that's a smart strategy, you're just given links to eating disorder websites.

You aren't sure if whether or not you have an ED, your wellness doctor has told you there's a chance, but you feel as though you eat fine enough. It's just some day's are harder than other's. But that's normal. Chris even tells you that he doesn't think you do suffer from one but if you did, he'd help you recover every step of the way. He's really a great boyfriend. He's always there for you. You honestly couldn't have asked for someone better - someone better than him doesn't even exist.

Your dog continuously licked and nipped at you, he was a hyper boy. You were happy with the fact Chris was on board with getting one. You also never knew until recently that your apartment complex allows cat's & dog's. "Oh, you're such a good boy!" You praised him, his tail wagged at an even faster rate now. "Aww, look at you." You muttered to him, your face close to his as he'd occasionally slurp at your face. "Crazy pup." You giggled before lastly getting off of the bed, leaving him by himself to play.

You ambled back over to the mirror in your bedroom, it was long & skinny, it was what you dreamt to be. Chris bought it for you this past Christmas. It wasn't meant to look at and see someone you're ashamed of but to look into it and check yourself out, do your make up and he's put it to use in other ways as well... But, you're appreciative that he bought it, you just wish that every time you passed by it, you wouldn't feel sick to your stomach.

Rolling your eyes, you snatched the white, fuzzy blanket off of your bed and tossed it onto the mirror, that way you wouldn't see yourself as you pass by anymore. It worked. After doing that though, you strolled out of your bedroom and into the kitchen, which was close by, it wasn't that big of an apartment. You used to never care about what you ate & drank but that's different now. You grabbed an ice cold water from the fridge, the feeling of it's coolness on your hand was refreshing. You cannot wait for this heat wave to go away.

Twisting the cap off, you could the crackle as the seal broke. That sound was always satisfying. You took a few teeny tiny sips before putting the bottle back into the door of the fridge. It felt good, the cold liquid seeping down your throat. You felt more hungry now, the last time you ate was earlier this morning and with that, all you even ate was toast with berries. That was enough to get you through the day though. You were gonna be just fine.

"Come out here!" You shouted out to your dog, wanting him to come snuggle with you whilst chilling on the couch. You loved to utilize your living room, you'd sit out there for hour's on end. Chris isn't like that as much. Once he's out of work, he either takes a shower, eats or goes into their bedroom for the rest of the day. You don't blame him though, he's a hard working man and if he wants to relax, then he may do so. You work too, just not at a job like his. It is a lot different. His is way more tough to manage.

Jumping onto the couch, you could hear the sound of your dog's little legs running out to the living room. "Hey buddy!" You chuckled, lifting him up and putting him next to you on the couch. You grabbed the quilt and placed it beside you, making it into a comfy little spot for him to nuzzle into. You wanted to just sit and wind down before Chris gets home. You'll probably cook dinner for him. You don't know what excuse you'll use when you tell him you can't eat.

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As you were still sitting in the same spot, on your iPhone, you heard the sound of the doorknob being twiddled with, you knew Chris home for the night. You felt a surge of warmth within you as the door open and you seen him standing in the doorway, he was still in uniform and he looked so handsome. Chris's eyes trailed up to you as he stuck the house key into his jean pocket. "Hey baby." Chris smiled at you, closing the door and wandering over to you. "Hi." You articulated hushly, standing up and holding your arms out.

Chris wrapped his arms around your lower waist, sighing deeply into the crook of your neck. His breath was hot against it but you didn't mind, you were just happy he was finally home with you. "I missed you." Chris whispered, kissing the side of your head as he pulled away from the hug. "Missed you too." You said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Are you okay?" Chris raised the question to you, concern on his face. "Just tired babe, you know how it is." You reassured him, your arms crossed against your chest. "If you say so." Chris snickered out, his hand going to your cheek & holding it as he gave you a loving, brisk kiss.

"What's that?" You asked as Chris set his bag down and pulled out a paper bag, you couldn't read what it said on it. "It's food, for us, for dinner." Chris said with a tranquil voice as he unbagged it. "Oh... But I told you I wasn't hungry." "Yeah, but you lied." Chris laughed, presenting the bag to her. It was one of your's & his favorites, chicken wings from the local bar. "I wasn't lying. I ate this morning." "Honey, it's almost four now, you're going to it dinner soon." Chris demanded but not meanly, rather lovingly.

You weren't going to fight back. You weren't going to say no to him. You'd probably just have to say you are sick or say you'll eat later. Of course he had to pick up chicken wings from the best spot in town. He knows you've been craving them recently. He's only trying to do good for you but eating like this won't be good. You exhaled shakily before speaking up, "I don't feel very well, do you really think wings will help that?" "Eating will. What's going on with you babygirl?" "Nothing Chris, I think I'm just tired." "Ok babe." Chris mumbled out. He seemed off now. You felt bad for how you got.

Chris placed their food onto the coffee table, along with placing his bag on the couch. He was planning to take a shower but now he was unsure. He was worried about you. He has no recollection of what's going on with you. "You in the mood to take a shower?" "Not right now baby, I was thinking of just laying in bed for awhile." "I wouldn't mind laying in bed with you." Chris smirked and set his hands onto your hips, instantly you felt insecure. Could he tell how chubby you were? You didn't want him to feel your stomach.

You stepped away but very moderately so he wouldn't notice that you didn't wanna have him touch you there. It felt so weird. Being scared of having your own boyfriend touch you, it wasn't something you were used to. Chris didn't catch on, instead he gave you another fast kiss before turning around and convoying towards your guy's shared bedroom. You followed behind him, just wanted to at least be near him.

"So, I'll take you up on that offer of laying in bed." Chris chortled, gazing behind him at you as he entered the bedroom. "I don't mind." You giggled, teasing him right back. It was apart of your guy's love language. Studying the room, Chris took notice of the thick blanket wrapped around the mirror. It confused him. "Why is there a blanket on your mirror?" He questioned you, taking the blanket off of it and throwing it back onto your bed. "I put it there to fix the bed and I never put it back, my bad." You spoke with a blue tone.

Chris stood there, a plain stare as he did so. "You know, I'm not dumb baby." Chris said softly, his hands on his midriff. "What do you mean?" "There's something going on with you, tell me babygirl." Chris pleaded with you, stepping over to you and setting his hands on your hips, this time you didn't move away. There was a ball in your throat, a spiky & round ball. Not literally, but it sure as hell felt like it. It was like barbed wire was surrounding your neck.

"It's really nothing, I'm okay." You insisted but Chris wasn't having it. With both hands, he pulled you closer to him, sliding his left hand up to your face, caressing it carefully. "Talk to me." Chris whispered to you, pressing his forehead to yours. Chris felt like something serious had happened. You think the last thing he imagines is wrong is your own personal insecurities.

"Do you think my body is unattractive? Do you think I'm too big or something?" You asked him, looking down at your feet, you weren't wearing any socks, your toe nails recently got done, no shame in showing them off. "What? Are you being serious princess?" Chris wondered, now both of his hands were running your warm felt cheeks. "Yes, it's a serious question." "Babygirl, I think your body is the most attractive thing in the world. You're so beautiful. Where is this coming from?" He praised you, it made you feel so good on the inside.

You didn't say anything for a good bit. You honestly didn't know what to say. Deep down, there were many reasons. Your mind didn't allow you to live your body for what it was. Not only that, you fear Chris finds the women at work to be more fit & good looking than you. He always reassures you it's the opposite and that he doesn't find any other women even remotely attractive. It's the most heartbreaking feeling, that your partner doesn't find you beautiful anymore.

"I was looking at myself in the mirror today and realized my body isn't how it was when we first started dating. I've gained weight... Not a lot but some..." You explained, it felt so uplifting to get it off your chest. Chris gazed at you and released a quiet snort as he listened to what you were saying. "I think it's so damn sexy that you've gained weight, you're treating it like you're obese or something and even if you were, I'd be here to help you and to take care of you, like any good boyfriend should." Chris told her, playing with her hair somewhat.

"Is this what's been on your mind all day? Your weight? Baby, you're literally breathtaking." He expressed to you, his sweet brown eyes set on your's. "I don't know..." You said with hesitation. "Oh but I know." He reassured you. "What can I do to prove to you I'm right and the wrong?" Chris snickered, letting go of your blushed face. "Nothing... I'll just have to get over it." You complained, rubbing your eyes as if you blind yourself from your body.

"Don't cover the mirror up ever again. You're the most beautiful woman in the world." Chris spoke, stern in his tone. "Come here." Chris mumbled out as he pulled you into a deep & passionate kiss. His hands pulling you into him from your lower back. "Don't talk badly about my girl." Chris chuckled into the kiss, his lips rapid against yours. "Promise me you won't baby." "I promise." You said, you didn't know if you fully meant it or not.

His hands roamed all over your body. Did he truly admire you? Was he being truthful? You hope so. His hands found their way to your ass as he squeezed his hands on it firmly, grunting into the longful kiss. "Mmm." You whimpered, your hands placed on his chest as you randomly scrunched your hands onto his tight shirt. It was a full-on make out now. You didn't mind though. "Chris..." You whispered as his lips trailed from your yearning lips and onto your thin jawline.

"Hmm?" He hummed out, his soothing lips marking their territory on your face. "I want you..." You whispered out, your hands slowly slithering down his chest, to his abs then to his belt. He was wearing a brown leather belt, it was apart of his work gear. "You want me to fuck you?" He panted out, stopping his repeated kisses for now. "Mhm." "I'll fuck you so hard right now if you just tell me it's what you want." He paused, "I'll do anything for you." Chris noted.

"I want you, I want you to fuck me." You begged of him, kissing him again, inhaling harshly whilst doing so. Chris lifted you up by your thighs, his ripped arms grasping them. A surprised gasp emitted from you as a giggled did too. "I'm gonna show you just how much I love you and your entire body. Every single part of it." Him saying that made your core soak, he really knew what to say. He made you feel so much better. He was so fucking perfect. "You're perfect." You uttered out as you brought your arms around his neck.

You could feel the wetness from your center soaking through your panties. You didn't know how he always managed to get you like this. The arousal you feel currently is immense and all you want more than anything is for him to rail the ever living life out of you. As he held you close, Chris layed you down on the bed gently, making sure you didn't get hurt in the process. He was rough, but not rough enough to actually injure you. Your head hit the soft, silk pillow, it felt comfortable.

Chris pulled away from your body slowly, his hand going to his belt and unbuckling it. The entire time he did that, he looked at you dead in the eyes, it felt extremely intimate. "Can't believe you think badly of yourself... Just look at you..." Chris said with pure love. He spoke from the heart. His heart told the truth. He genuinely loves you more than anything, even if you'll never know that. He slipped his belt out through the loops of his jeans, tossing it onto the wooden floor swiftly before drawing his body back on top of yours.

You stroked his cheeks softly, his scruff running against your thin fingers. You felt his big hands trail down your body and down to your shorts, his thumbs latching onto the elastic waistband. "Already?" You questioned, wondering why he wasn't going to start with foreplay. You don't know why but the feeling of when he teases you makes it so when he fucks you so much better. "Sorry baby, I just can't wait." He snickered, he pulled off your shorts which ended with your legs being spread open to his liking.

The underwear you were wearing had lacey trim on it, it wasn't a thong, you'd never wear one. "Cute." Chris complimented them, giving you a playful smirk before bringing himself back down to you, pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. You opened your mouth slightly and moaned as you felt his tounge slip into it, exploring your mouth and taking control of it. You also felt his right hand glide down between yours legs but he hadn't done anything yet.

Both of your hands went to his back, reaching down and ripping off his shirt speedily. You loved his body. Hopefully just as much as he loved yours. Chris allowed you take off his shirt, his lower half then his upper half being revealed. The sunlight from outside of the window beamed on him, it made him look even sexier, especially when it'd shine into his brown eyes, he was so handsome, it was overwhelming.

Your nails lightly trailed down his front, feeling his pecks was like heaven. The tiny amount of chest hair was so attractive too, his facial hair overall was a turn on. The feeling of his scruff on your dripping cunt whenever he eats you out is enough to bring your orgasm closer. Just thinking about it makes you wanna ride his face. Your guy's tongues were in a dance battle as you made out. You wrapped your legs around his waist, making it so he couldn't move away at all.

"You dirty girl..." Chris chuckled, towing his mouth away from yours, it made you pout a bit. Chris lifted his boy up slightly and slid his hand to your crotch as two of his fingers found their way to your clit. "Shit." You mumbled dully, biting your lip as he rubbed circles on it. He could most definitely feel how fucking soaked you were. It was too much. You couldn't help it though. Chris was just something else. "Does that feel good?" "Mhm." You whimpered out, opening your legs a teeny bit more, your mouth gapped out as whiny noises came out from it.

As he fondled your clit, you couldn't help but begin to breath heavier. The way he'd rub it fast then more slow was painful, you just wanted release but then again, it felt so good. "You're so beautiful. I don't know how you can't see that." Chris's coos to you meant everything. The way he'd talk about you made you feel affirmed. "Fuck." You groaned, your nails digging into his back which only nudged him to pleasure you faster.

Whilst he was pleasing you, he gazed into your eyes with thirst. Oh you could just tell he wanted you. No. He needed you. Even Chris was getting pleasure out of this despite not being the one getting pleased. "Go faster." You whined out, your legs wobbling as you focused on the sensational feeling he was providing you. When you requested him to do it quicker, he obliged, now using three fingers to stroke your clit, causing your thick hips to buck up. "Oh!" You shrieked out, an adorable giggle coming out as well.

"Chris... Oh it feels so nice." You keened, biting your lip and throwing your head back as he stroked you perfectly. "You're so wet for me." Chris praised, "You're doing so good." He went on, kissing your pretty little neck as he slowed down on the rubbing, he could tell you were getting close due to your mannerisms. "I'm gonna cum." You muttered out to him, you were practically riding his fingers at this point. "Hold out a little bit longer princess, I know you can do it." Chris mumbled against your neck, licking up it before planting gentle kisses behind your pristine ear.

"My sweet girl." Chris said with a drowsy tone as he kissed your ear lobe then pecked you numerous times back down to your collarbone all while still smoothly rubbing you. You could feel your wetness dripping from your center and down your ass, onto the sheets, you two were definitely going to have to remake your bed for the second time today. Wasn't a problem though, cause & effect is a real thing.

Chris caressed your clit at light speed now, he just wanted to see you unfold, to see you lose your sense of reality. "C'mon babygirl... You can do it..." He tittered, staring at you as you squeezed your eyes shut. "No, no, no, look at me." He demanded, using his free hand to grab a hold of your chin sternly. You opened your eyes and gazed back at him, shaky breaths were all that was heard as your orgasm came up from deep within you. It felt so spectacular.

You moaned loudly as your climax hit an all time high. You rode out your high, riding Chris's three fingers as you orgasmed. As you came, Chris fondled your tits, squeezing them and rubbing them, you could feel his erection pressed against your bare thigh. "Fuck Chris." You gasped out, your breath lost as you panted over & over again. His fingers manage to work wonders on you each time he fingers your nub.

"You did so well babygirl, good job." Chris leered, leaning down and giving you a simple smooch. "But I'm not done with you yet." He laughed sincerely before flipping you onto your stomach. It wasn't totally unexpected but you figured he would just fuck you in missionary, this was an amazing surprise. "Oh." You giggled seductively, not even allowing him to pull you up as you set yourself in doggy style instantly, your ass pressed against his manhood. "That's my good girl." Chris chuckled, fondling your ass carefully.

From behind you, you could hear the sound of him unzipping his jeans and pulling them down alongside his underwear too. Your bare ass was already ready for him, the feeling of him inside you was going to be exlierating. Your arms held you up as they rested on the pillows, Chris will hold onto you too, he always does. You could feel his hard length frequently touch your rear, you knew he was ready for you.

"You ready sweetheart?" Chris asked you, wanting consent. His hands were already on your waist, it felt like he was also gripping onto your tank top. "Yes baby." You responded, moving your ass on his pelvic area. You could hear a grunt from Chris as he held onto his cock before he then swiped it up and down through your wetness. This caused you to sigh softly, his tip went over your sensitive clit. "Oh." You moaned into your arms, your head lifted above the pillows.

Chris held onto you tightly as he pushed himself into you, you could feel all of him, it felt never ending. "Oh babygirl." Chris groaned out, his fingers digging into your waist as his member was now buried deep inside of you. He began to thrust in & out of you carefully, taking in all the pleasure he was receiving from it. "You're so tight princess." He praised you. Chris was obsessed with how you felt around him. The way your core clenched, it was like your cunt was made for him.

He pumped himself out of you, basically pulling all the way out before slamming himself back in, ending up with you moaning into the pillow. He wasted no time with this. His right hand slid up your back and held onto the back of your neck, as if he was mounting you. He slammed himself into you over and over, and over again. You could hear muffled grunts & moans coming from Chris, he was enjoying this just as much, if not more, than you.

Going from slow and cautious to rough and passionate, you couldn't tell what his next move was going to be. You could feel yourself grip around him, were you already close again? That dick has some power to it. "My beautiful girl." Chris boasted out from behind you, his front hitting your ass roughly whenever he'd slide back into you with ease. Your wetness was like it's own lubrication. You two rarely ever had to use the real stuff, that's how wet you tend to get for him. He just does something to you that's indescribable.

His hand moved up to your head now, his fine fingers running through your hair. You knew what he was going to do, it was just a matter of when. Now, all that was able to be heard was your skin slapping together and your wetness squelching each time he fucked into your sopping cunt. "Keep taking it babygirl." Chris stated as he continued to fuck into you, his strokes turning into long & deep thrusts.

As he slowed down, his hand dug into your hair, lifting your head up as he officially sped up. "Oh fuck..." You moaned out hushly as he dug his free hand into your stomach. All he was doing was admiring you & your divine body. He was still appalled with how you were talking about yourself earlier. He genuinely finds you to be the sexiest woman to ever roam the planet Earth. You are his world.

"You're so fucking hot." He grunted out, his voice husky. You realized he was almost at his breaking point. You could feel his cock twitching and squeaming inside of you. You could just imagine how much he was pulsating. Your clit still felt like it was. Each one of his fingers held onto thick strands of your hair as he thrusted into you at a crazy pace. "Says you." You stifled out, your freshly manicured nails going hog wild on the bedsheets.

Switching from just grasping strands of your hair, Chris let go for a millisecond before using his entire hand to grab a full fist of your hair, resulting in your back arching even further. "Oh yeah." Chris panted, his left hand smacking your rear, not too hard though, he still feels bad for how rough he was last time...

"Chris, I'm so close." You winced out to him, attempting to look back at him but his hand wasn't allowing you as it just kept you in place. "I know princess, I know. Me too." Chris grumbled, heavy heaving emitted from his throat. Chris unburied his hand in your hair and swiftly convoyed it to the front of your neck, choking you lightly as he moved into you again, this thrust was your complete & utter undoing, your second orgasm of the day.

You gripped the sheets so hard, your knuckles turned white. You felt your core clench around him in an instant. Your stomach felt like it was burning with pure passion & lust. "Oh fuck me, oh my God." You moaned out, practically screaming. Chris's hand immediately covered your mouth, your eyes widening. "Jesus baby, you wanna get people to hear you?" Chris chortled, slowing down but still giving you pressed movements. He was about to nut.

"Fuck babygirl." Chris exclaimed as he released inside of you. His cum dropped from your cunt and onto the bed, you lathered his dick in it too. "Oh my Gosh." You soughed, plopping onto the bed like a ragdoll after Chris pulled out of you, laying right beside you. "You were fucking amazing." Chris snickered as he grabbed you, nestling his head into the crook of your neck and suckling on it. "So were you." You whispered, tossing your hand up to the top of his head, messing with his fluffy hair.

He kissed down your shoulder all while making eye contact with you. "Don't ever talk badly about your body. I just fucked the life out of you, I wouldn't do that if I didn't find you to be beautiful." He assured you, leaning up & kissing your nose with calmness. You grabbed ahold of the blanket that was once on the mirror and covered the two of you up with it as you placed your head onto his chest. "Thank you honey." You expressed, trailing your finger tips along the lines of his abs. "Always beautiful." He mumbled, kissing the top of your head, chuckling at your now frizzy hair.

[harpsinfinity]

Heyyyyy, can I get a Chris Redfield x reader who is English and he’s like obsessed with her accent. She works with him, she’s apart of the hound wolf squad and he’s just obsessed. Maybe some smut at the end?

This is perfect because I happen to be English and have an English accent 🔥🔥

also, because we don't use "y/n" in this household, readers name/callsign is "viper"

Mild NSFW below !! ↓↓↓

"Chris !"

A familiar English accent calls out to him, snapping him out of his thoughts.

it was none other than you, one of the team mates he'd had the pleasure of working with and growing close with.

though now wasn't the time to be getting lost in though, especially not when a hoard of undead freaks were currently hurdling your way. chris quickly sprung into action, blowing their heads off one by one until the ground was a mass of guts and gore. the coast was clear, a sign to keep moving before the next round of creatures came their way.

"nice job there, viper" chris praises before reloading his weapon

you nod in response "come on, lets move"

it was only the two of you on this mission, the BSAA had picked the two of you specifically. their best soldiers to handle a very sensitive task.

yet another bioweapon on the loose, though this one was nothing that had been seen before. a creature capable of manipulation and possession of the poor victims that faced it.

"the quicker we neutralise this thing, the sooner we can get ourselves out of here"

you remark, as the pair of you walked through the abandoned building, the last known coordinates of the b.o.w.

chris had to admit, he loved your accent. it was so much better than the boring, american accent. the way you pronounced certain words, corrected him when he called football, 'soccer'. it had him whipped for you. he was obsessed, the thought of anyone else being close to you made him sick to his stomach.

it wasn't long before the two of you ended up crammed in a small room, hiding from yet another hoard of zombies. as much as chris wanted to gun them down, he couldn't afford the loss of bullets. and you couldn't either. he could hardly complain, the situation gave him the close proximity he wanted with you. his favourite, pretty little teammate

your hips were pressed dangerously against his, face level with the bulging muscles of his chest.

"have i ever told you how much i love that accent of yours, viper?"

chris murmured lowly, lips level with the shell of your ear, he had to resist pressing his half-hard bulge against your core.

"captain, this isn't the time"

you hiss quietly, peering out of the small gap in the door

crap.

those flesh eating monsters were still there?

a large hand brought your face to meet his, lips inches away from yours

before you could even think, chris' lips locked with yours. not waiting a second to swirl his tongue around yours. the taste of his last cigarette made you moan.

his bulge presses against you fully, making you throb. slick was leaking into your panties as you pressed your thighs together

"here's what's gonna happen; i'm gonna fuck you, and you're gonna keep talking to me with that pretty accent" he all but growled

it's safe to say you passed the time very well together

[lilmoonbunny]

Would you write some re8!chris redfield sugar daddy headcanons?? With fem reader please☺️

Of course! Sorry that this took so long, I've been sick D:

I wasn't sure if you wanted them to end up together, but I've added some of that too but I'll split it up with a header.

NSFW below the cut as usual :)

Chris makes a lot of money and has pretty much no use for it, so he figured that he would help someone else which is how he ended up on a sugar daddy website.

He wasn’t too sure about it at first. Everyone seemed quite boring, but then he met you.

You were sweet, kind, and seemed genuinely interested in getting to know him and you guys ended up meeting up.

It was a bit awkward at first, Chris being rather quiet, but you happily carried the conversation and helped him feel more comfortable with talking to you. Eventually, you were both chatting as though you had known each other for years.

You told him what you did with your life, and he shared what he could about his job.

Then it came to discussing your arrangement.

He liked you and wanted to help you with money, especially considering that you had expressed how you were struggling for cash at the moment.

Chris didn’t want to pressure you into sex or anything you weren’t comfortable with. In all honesty, he just wanted company whilst he was home. He didn’t have many friends and the few that he did have weren’t around often.

He felt slightly pathetic paying for company, but you reassured him that it’s okay and that he doesn’t have to. That was the main reason he chose to go with it; you were a genuinely sweet girl.

You two arranged to meet once a week, but often you met more than that since you both enjoyed each other’s company.

You’d go shopping together and anything that you looked at for more than a second, Chris would buy you, even when you insisted that he didn’t have to.

He gave you $200 each time you guys met up which ended up being a lot when you started meeting multiple times a week.

You did feel slightly guilty for it, but he was quick to tell you it was okay and that he enjoyed helping you. Your consideration for him was one of the reasons that he really liked you.

Chris would be lying if he said that he wasn’t attracted to you. He had gotten off to the thought of you multiple times but would never tell you that. He didn’t want you to feel pressured into anything.

Chris starts paying you more after a few months. He wanted to make sure that you were going to stay before he increased your allowance.

It got to a point where he didn’t want you to leave and started asking to meet up more often. You, of course, agreed. You really enjoyed his company also. The money was nice too.

Your ‘dates’ gradually became more frequent and eventually you would spend time around his place. That was how your first sexual encounter happened.

You two were having takeout and watching a movie when you accidentally brushed his thighs. He tensed and prayed that he wouldn’t get hard. Not everything happens the way you wish in life, and he did.

You didn’t seem to notice at first, but you did after a few moments.

You didn’t hesitate to ask if he wanted help with that and Chris froze.

It was obvious, at least to you, that you were attracted to him and wanted him.

“You don’t have to. It’s fine, honestly, it’ll go away.” He said, feeling bad for making you feel that way.

“I want to, Chris.”

He hesitated for a moment, shifting to adjust himself so his pants weren’t as tight.

“Are you sure?”

You moved to his lap, kissing his neck and he groaned at the sensation.

“Absolutely.”

You didn’t sleep together that night. You two made out and you ended up giving him a blowjob. Chris swore he could have cum just from watching you with your swollen lips around his cock and his hand in your hair.

It wasn’t awkward like he expected it to be. The way you smiled up at him made him feel comfortable with you.

He paid you extra that night and you kissed his cheek after he drove you home.

You two ended up meeting even more after that night, most of them ending in the same way.

You mainly focused on his pleasure, but he wouldn’t let you without returning the favour. In fact, it was usually you who came first from his fingers whilst you sat on his lap, lips attached to his neck.

He gets off on getting you off. Loves hearing you moan and seeing your blissful face as you cum.

The first time you two had sex, he had to hold himself back. You were just so perfect for him, and he could have cum within seconds just from how good you felt around him.

Eventually, though, Chris ended up developing actual feelings for you, more so than just a friendly companion. He cursed himself so much over this and planned on never telling you out of fear of making it awkward; he really didn’t want you to leave him.

It was the same for you, of course. It wasn’t just about companionship and money anymore; you genuinely liked him.

With your meetings becoming more frequent, it was hard to hide your feelings, but thankfully for you, Chris is pretty much oblivious to such a thing, so the blushing cheeks weren’t too worrying.

Chris, however, didn’t have to work too hard to hide his feelings. His job had him hiding a lot of his emotions, so it was quite natural to him. Although, it was somewhat obvious with how often he was asking you to meet up and how he was paying you more, but you didn’t want to read into it too much, worried that it was just your feelings making you think this.

Despite how well he could hide his feelings, he wasn’t exactly good with jealousy, so when he found out you were hanging out with a guy who clearly liked you, he wasn’t happy.

Chris knew that he had no right to feel this way, you weren’t his, but he couldn’t help it. He really really liked you, and the thought of you being with someone else hurt him in a way he never knew could. So, he did something he shouldn’t have, he called you to come over.

His voice sounded stern on the phone which had you worried that you had done something wrong. All the way to his apartment, you were anxious.

The moment the door closed behind you, Chris’s lips were on yours, one hand on the back of your neck whilst the other rested on your waist.

You were shocked, but quick to reciprocate the kiss.

“Chris, what’s wrong?” You asked after you two had slept together. “You seem sad.”

Chris hesitated for a moment, avoiding your gaze for a second as he figured out what to say to you.

“I don’t like seeing you with other men.” He said, and immediately your cheeks felt warm.

“Why?”

“Because I like you, as more than a sugar baby and definitely more than a friend.”

You didn’t know how to respond, so you simply kissed him again, hoping it expressed your feelings to him.

It was a sweet kiss, unlike the others before.

“I like you too, Chris.”

[rizzanon]

[Old man] Chris Redfield

Implied age gap, Chris is old but not that old

"What did you just call me?"

You could see your fiance's eyes widened, and how he was now sitting up straight, as if he couldn't believe what he just heard.

"That's right, you're an old man Chris." You repeated your words, a smile tugging at your lips, as you see him stare at you in disbelief. He was leaning forward in his seat now, staring you down, as if you had just said the most foul thing ever. In which in this case, you did.

"Don't look at me like that. You brought this upon yourself!" You retorted, chuckling. You were amused by his reaction, not expecting Chris to be so offended from your words.

"And how exactly have I brought this upon myself?"

"You did the thing..!"

Chris raises a brow, confused by what you meant.

"Did what?"

"You know... the loud old man sneeze that scares the shit out of everyone." You replied, a wide smile forming on your face, as you tried your best to hold back your laughter.

It was as if you had witnessed Chris go through the five stages of grief, with how his expression changed so quickly from confused, to disbelief, then to disappointment. He was about to get up and walk away, when you grabbed his hand, and pulled him back down to his seat.

"Hey hey! Don't go now! I haven't even told you the best part!" You protested, as you leaned forward towards him, your eyes shining brightly with mischief.

Chris just gave you a look of unamusement, but that didn't stop you from delivering your line.

"You might be an old man, but you're my old man." You grinned, pressing your lips to his for a good three seconds, before pulling away.

Chris freezes for a moment, before sighing exasperatedly, shaking his head as he let out a chuckle. He grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him, caging you in his strong and massive arms. He pressed a kiss on your forehead and muttered, "I am your old man indeed, darling."

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qhat if pup hyrbid reader purposefully being a bratty little shit to chris because he's telling her what to do with such a big audacity but when he has his friends over shes sooo well behaved but she growls and nips at chris and looks to get the attention and pats and ear scratches from leon or claire but when they leave puppy girl reader is just all over him BUT NOT APOLOGETICALLY!!!! just because she still loves chris but shes bratty and stubborn 😊🙏

HHEHEHEHEH Chris having a bratty baby would be so real though!!! Like she's his angel, he loves her to death, but sometimes she just turns up her nose and huffs at him and is such a little shit for no reason.

He thinks you do it for the attention really, but he'd never say it out loud. When you grumble and growl at him and pout at him with a look that could most definitely kill. Chris has dealt with rookies before, the ones that puff out their chest and feel like stubbornness will get them through it all. But he's never owned a puppy girl before, so this is a little different.

And then Chris invites Claire and Leon over, and all of a sudden it's like the fuckin' clouds parted and the world's biggest rainbow hit you upside the head because now you're so sweet. Rubbing your head into their hand with thumping tails and whining for all the love and affection, getting a few 'aw's and cooing words from Claire and even some from Leon. "I don't know what you're talking about Chris, look at her! She's darling." Claire gives your cheeks a squish so you giggle with a whipping tail of fluff, earning a grunt from Chris. So yeah, when he reaches over to ruffle your hair and you nip his fingers it does earn a scoffed laugh from Leon, cause he's watching this 6 foot man get sized up by a puppy girl.

After the goodbyes are said you're just instantly climbing into his lap with a sleepy yawn that's all canine teeth and poking tongue, nudging your snuffling nose into his neck so he scoffs. "Oh so now you want my attention, huh? No 'sorry, daddy'? No 'my bad, daddy'? Unbelievable."

But it's not all that unbelievable cause he's right back to rubbing your back and playing with your ears, rumbling out a "You're sure as hell lucky I love you."