#Chris Redfield fanfic

[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. 

[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.

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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.

[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!

[thefanficmonster]

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* - 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 ⨀

[jillsandwhichs]

Talking Body

Chapter 1 to RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection

Masterlist

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

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Thank you

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.

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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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[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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[fawnsflowerbed]

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."

[writingwisterias]

Would you write breeding kink with Chris Redfield?

I most certainly will! Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it! ~Mads <3

Chris Redfield x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, SMUT, Breeding kink, Mentions of pregnancy, Mentions of body changes during pregnancy, Shower sex, Oral (M receiving)

Words: 2.6k

You had both arrived for a family BBQ hosted by your parents. Chris stood by the back door watching you laugh and chat with your sister whilst you had your nephew propped up against your hip, he smiled at how natural you looked holding the small child. He could see your eyes sparkle as the toddler cuddled up in your arms reaching his hand up towards your face which you responded by blowing raspberries into the child's palm, your smile growing brighter at the small giggles that escaped him. It didn’t take long for your sister to spot Chris’ lingering frame in the distance as he held two drinks in his hands. “Chris!” Your sister shouted as she began to make her way over to the man with her arms open wide inviting him in for a hug. This was the reason why Chris loved your family. He appreciated how they all had accepted not only him but Claire to join in with all of the family outings. Today was one of the few times his own sister couldn’t make it due to being abroad with work. Your siblings have always made an effort to talk to him when at these functions or in general through text whenever he had the chance to reply, your brother even going as far as inviting the man for drinks every once in a while. Your parents always gave him advice that he needed when growing up as he took on the parental role for Claire as their own was absent. “It’s good to see you” Your sister said as she brought him into a hug. She giggled at his attempt to return the hug without spilling the drinks on her floral dress. “If I knew you had arrived I would have gotten you a drink as well” He said as they pulled apart. Your sister chuckled before grabbing the drink that would have been yours out of his hand. “It’s alright, I’ll take hers. It'll be a while until she can drink it. The kids have missed their auntie” Your sister joked as she pointed to where they were currently chasing you around the garden in a game of tag. A small smile leaked onto Chris’ face as he watched them all eventually pile on you in some unfair way to catch you. Your laughter could have been heard down the road, he could feel the pure love you had for these kids, his thoughts briefly drifting to the idea of you interacting with your own. “They need a cousin to play with you know” Your sister jokes, jabbing chris’ side with an elbow, his eyes widened worried he had said his thoughts allowed. It was an effort to ignore the way his cock twitched in his pants at the idea of you having his children, not only with the fact you would be solidifying your commitment to each other but how everyone else could see that you belong to him by the way your womb would swell with the evidence of him. 

You had stopped birth control a while ago, after a brief mention of possibly trying for children. However the two of you ended with heading into the idea of starting a family with the ‘It will happen when it happens’ attitude. Although recently each time Chris returned home from a mission he began to crave a family to come home to more, the idea of his children greeting him at the door filling his heart with even more love. He hoped their love would help wash away the constant battles and destruction with BOW’s. His heart desires to hold something made out of pure love instead of grasping at something made with the evil intent of another man. He often found himself away on missions masturbating to the idea of implanting himself into you, driving his cock so deep that there was no way for his seed to not implant itself into you.  He stood there watching you interact with the children but his mind was wandering elsewhere not helping him ignore the growing tightness in his pants. Whilst he was distracted he missed the way your sister was watching him with a knowing smirk on her face.

All of you huddled around the bonfire your dad had made holding out sticks with marshmallows on them as you all attempted to make smores. You were sitting on the floor between Chris’ legs with your niece cuddled up in your own legs under a big blanket that you had stolen from your parents. Chris’ fingers gently worked their way through your hair as your dad was telling him yet another story from his past. All of your family would occasionally laugh at the bad dad jokes your dad would manage to weave into the conversation. Chris even offered a few of his own cringe comments and jokes, causing your mum to chuckle and claim he was preparing for when you would both have your own. As the night continued on your niece eventually fell asleep in your arms, you made sure to hold her close as you stared into the flames of the fire blankly. Chris ended up breaking your trance as he leant down so he was next to your ear before whispering “I want one” 

It took you a second to even register what he meant as he leaned back into the chair. It wasn’t until your niece snuggled further into your chest that you finally understood what he meant. You felt your cheeks heat up at the idea that Chris finally wanted this with you. Part of you always knew he did but you wanted him to come to the idea on his own terms. You were ready for this next step in your lives for a while, often fantasing about Chris fucking his own seed into for ours until you finally became pregnant. You knew he wouldn’t stop until he finally got what he wanted, now that he knew what it was he desired most.  

The both of you helped carry the kids to your sister’s car as they slept. Your eyes kept drifting over to the way Chris had your nephew cradled against his body, holding him effortlessly in his strong arms. You smiled at how caring he was as he gently placed the young boy into his car seat, gingerly manoeuvring the limbs to make sure the child was strapped in safe and wasn’t woken up in the process. You felt your body heat up as you watched him act so caringly towards the children, your brain actively beginning to 

Imagine him with his own children. It was going to be hard to resist him tonight, if that's what it came down to when you both get home. “You could cut the sexual tension between the two of you with a knife” Your sister joked as she approached you to say goodbye. You muttered a fuck off as you bought her into a hug. “Maybe next time we see each other they will finally be getting a cousin to play with” Your sister laughed, nudging your arm in a playful manner. “Maybe” Is all you replied looking over at Chris with a smile.

You collapsed on the sofa with a loud sigh as you finally returned home, sinking into the cushions. You kicked your shoes off flicking them somewhere in the living room. Chris smiled at you from where he stood in the doorway, he found himself adoring the large smile you always wore for a few days after you had been hanging out with your family. He walked over to you, his form a towering shadow over your own. “Hey there big guy” You teased as you looked up at him with a big grin. Chris enjoyed seeing you like this, your body was always so much smaller than his own, even his hands were massive when they were spread out across your back.  He leant down capturing your smile into a passionate kiss, his body trapping yours further into the sofa as he drove his clothed erection over your pussy. “As much as I like the musty campfire smell on you, I really want to shower to get rid of the smell from myself.” you spoke when he finally released your lips for a much needed breath of air. Chris chuckled, the sound low and deep as it vibrated throughout his chest. You felt it rumble from where your hands were pressed against the expanse of his muscles. His hands began to slip underneath your thighs, hoisting you to his body as he then began to carry you towards the bathroom. He left hot kisses along your neck which you had stretched out to gladly give him further access. Whining lightly as he nipped and sucked on the sweet part behind your ear. 

He placed you gently on the floor as he reached behind you to turn the shower on. His fingers teased the hem of your shirt before they started to slip the fabric over your body exposing your chest to him. The item was soon discarded somewhere close to the wash basket; he didn't really care to show off his near perfect aim. Chris knelt down in front of you and began to leave a trail of sloppy kisses all over your chest and stomach as he made his way down towards your waistband. You arched your breasts into his hands moaning as he pinched and circled the sensitive buds with his calloused fingers. “I Can’t wait to watch these grow with milk for our child” He mumbled against the soft flesh. Your breath caught in your throat at his confession, your core becoming slick with your arousal as it pooled in your panties. “Please Chris don't tease me today” You whispered, your nails lightly scraping his shoulders leaving small red lines in their wake. Chris slowly started to slide his hands towards the waistband of your pjs. He then slowly pulled them down your legs. His lips sucked on the apex of your thigh leaving marks all over them as a way to claim you as his. Chris gently started to guide you into the warm spray of the shower, allowing you to adjust it to the right temperature as he quickly stripped himself of his clothes before he then joined you. 

Your eyes lingered on the hardness of his cock as he lathered himself with the soap. Your mouth practically watering as you watched it twitch as he gently ran the soap through the wispy strands of his hair. Evidence that he was thinking of something naughty with you being so close to him. Chris sucked in a breath when you gently tapped him on the shoulder making him turn to face you before you began to kneel in front of him. Your fingers grazed the long vein that ran underneath his impressive length. Chris smirked as he watched you greedily stuffed his cock into your mouth. Silently curses leaving his lips as you begin to hollow your cheeks and suck. The blow job was messy and sloppy, you had drool dripping down your chin as you tried to take as much of his cock as you could. Enjoying the weight of his balls in your hand as you carefully cupped them. Your fingers grasped the base of his cock where you couldn’t take the rest of him in, slowly moving the hand with the thrust of your head which ended up drawing himself closer to his release than he thought. His whimpers and groans of pleasure start to send waves of pleasure to the throbbing core between your legs. “Fuck sweetheart” he said leaning his head back against the cold tile his body now shielding you from the shower spray. “We don’t want to waste this darling, we still want that baby don’t we” 

He watched your thighs clench as you moaned around his cock. Your fingers dug into his thighs leaving crescent indents. “Baby please…I don’t want to cum in your mouth today” He begged. You stopped, he had never begged before. He normally found you begging underneath him, the plea sent heat to core as you felt his excitement for the new direction your relationship was developing into. 

You immediately pulled yourself away from his cock with a pop, giving the sensitive tip a small kiss before you rose to your feet. You had then found yourself trapped between the tile and the mountain of him. Your nipples hardened from the lack of warmth from the shower. Chris’ hands found your ass, enjoying the way the flesh spilled between his fingers as he hoisted you up against the cold tile. You hissed arching your chest into him as an attempt to escape the tiles instead Chris had greedily lapped up your nipple sucking on the sensitive bud as he slowly slid his length into you. You moaned, fingers grasping at the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. “Please Chris, I need your baby” you moaned in his ear as your head fell into the crook of his neck. At your request he started to thrust, the movement slow but impactful to begin with, he drew his hips out slowly. He groaned loudly as he watched your arousal coat his cock. Chris could feel your velvet wall suck him further, gripping onto his length with an iron grip that made it hard to pull out of your warmth. It was as if your own body knew about your desire to carry his seed. Chris began to imagine the way your body would change due to the effects of these actions. He found himself beginning to  run on pure desire to go shopping, to show the public the evidence of him in your swollen belly. Your moans were like music to his ears, his thrusts became faster eager to get more to release from you. 

It wasn’t long until you could feel your release approaching, Chris’ thrusts becoming sloppier as he could feel his release coming in closely behind. “I’m going to make you the best mama” he panted as his thrusts became harder and faster. His balls were tightening, getting ready to spill his seed deep in your womb. Chris could feel his brain becoming numb with nothing but the thought of going deeper inside you as he lifted you into the tiles, your thighs now being pressed against his hips. “I want to make you a daddy Chris, I want to swell with you. Be able to show off our love with a child as you start to plan on giving me the next one” You mewled in his ears. You already began to feel the bruises on your ass as his grip tightened to your words. His thrusts had started to become sloppy as his cock twitched eager to deposit his seed inside of you. His hand slipped in between your legs circling your clit. The action causes a guttural moan to leave your lips, your hips beginning to meet his thrusts as you chase for your release. Your moans had caused him to finally deposit his seed deep inside of you, Chris still continued to fuck it in deeper until your released had finally mixed with his own and began to pool out of you and fall into the shower floor. 

The water had now turned cold, yet neither of you made any effort to leave it, Chris had his head pressed against the tile, enjoying the way your wet breasts heaved onto his own as you calmed down. “What a waste.” You teased as you watched his cum drip on the shower floor escaping from your pussy. Chris chuckled. “Good job I’m nowhere near done with you” 

He pulled himself out of you and turned the shower off. Your giggles soon filled the apartment as he eagerly chased you to the bedroom. Excitement blooming in his chest at the idea of starting a future with you.

[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.”

[residentthot]

Would you write a drabble for cuddling with Chris?

Sorry, you asked for drabble and got HCs (I can’t read 💀)

Snuggling with Chris Redfield:

Snuggling with Chris Redfield would be the best. First off, this man is a walking spaceheater. Any blankets on the bed or couch and you both overheat. He would be so cozy and warm, and keep you both the perfect temperature.

He has such a massive body, so he always has to be the big spoon. Snuggling your back into his chest and torso would feel like being hugged by a bear. You might even joke and call your snuggle sessions “hibernation”. Being blanketed by him would feel so safe.

His arm is the perfect pillow. He would stay in the same position for hours, even if his limbs fell asleep. He just wouldn’t want to disturb you or make you move.

Snuggling would be an emotional thing for him. It would always make him take a breather and take the time to enjoy where he is in the moment. Chris wouldn’t be able to stop himself from giving you random little forehead kisses, even if you had already fallen asleep.

Speaking of, Chris almost always falls asleep while snuggling. He snores and sometimes drools (it’s adorable).

If he has his shirt off, rubbing your face against his chest hair would feel so soft and nice (he would like it too).

Sometimes snuggling turns into more, but most of the time it’s just a wholesome and chill vibe. You both like to set the cozy mood by putting some pretty lights and music on, and maybe lighting some candles.

[bitbugbites-re]

𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 | 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

i bring a sort of "punching boulders" vibe to an active fucking volcano that Wesker don't really like

𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

none, yet!

𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

none, yet!

𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰

none, yet!

𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

Lap Pillow Headcanons // 5 chars. // FLUFF, (slight) NSFW

characters: Albert Wesker, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy

First Kiss Headcanons // 3 chars. // FLUFF

characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy

Virginity Headcanons // 5 chars. // NSFW, FLUFF

characters: Albert Wesker, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy

Praise Headcanons // 3 chars. // FLUFF

characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy

𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔰

none, yet!

[mannequinreligi0n]

Metamorphosis

A bite from a lycan provides a fate worse than death for Chris.

WC: 588

WARNINGS: none really, just really grim lol

NOTES: head full of lycan!chris thoughts and hcs, so this might develop into a multi-part thing, but who knowsss. also tumblr ruined the format, so check this out on AO3, if you’d rather read there.

⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️

Crawling. Itching.

Skin too tight.

Too tight.

Too tight.

Stretching, bending, breaking.

Burning - flames everywhere.

Wildfire runs through veins, scorching every fiber and nerve.

Chris writhed in pain, diving head-first into a tree trunk, grasping at the bark for support. The bite to his shoulder throbbed relentlessly, surging pain and venom throughout his cells. A flashbang of memories sparked through Chris’ brain: soldiers falling, gunfire, yellowed teeth and mirages of hair —

No.

Not teeth. Not hair.

The teeth were fangs, the hair was fur.

Pain. So much pain.

Pain in the eyes of dying commandos, in the wails of fleeing villagers, and in the ache of Chris’ body.

It’s too much.

“Get out! Get out! Get OUT GETOUTGETOUTGETOUT!!!”

Blood starts to weep down his brow as he slams his head again and again and again into the tree, trying so hard to shut off the reruns of violence from yesterday. Everyone was dead, everything was for nothing. It’s all his fault. It’s ALWAYS his fault. Why did he take this job? Why did he care so, so much for other people? Why was this —

His train of thought breaks from another eruption of pain. Chris drops to his knees and claws at his clothes.

It’s too hot, they’re too tight.

The clothing reverts to its natural state of mere threads as he tears them from his body, happily accepting the bite of the cold on fevered skin. He flops forward into the snow, staining the innocent white with the shameful red oozing from his shoulder. Chris, weak from blood-loss and guilt, allows his eyes to shutter. He’s dying and he knows it. ‘Finally….no…more…’, he thinks, letting the wave of black take over.

————————-

C R A C K.

With a bellowed scream, Chris’s eyes shoot open and he thrashes his limbs, spine contorting every which way. A hand comes up to wipe blood from his vision, a shriek of fear escaping him soon after.

‘My hands…..what?……how-“

Claws replaced nails on fingers far too long to be human; tufts of brown fur trailed from his arms up to the last knuckle on any given digit. He lifted his other hand up for examination, his stomach churning when he saw the transformation of his other hand happen in real time. Fur sprouted from unseen follicles as bones altered in shape, mangling the human anatomy into one of a beast.

A fate more brutal than death, Chris flailed in the snow, feeling every inch of his body betray him. He was turning into something he spent many long nights fighting. He can’t recall the amount of times he prayed to a god he didn’t even believe in before those fights, asking - no, begging to be spared just one more time.

But sometimes, your all isn’t enough.

Sometimes, your prayers are just words in the wind.

And Chris was scared.

He was so fucking scared.

Tears poured from him - it had been years since he let himself cry so fully. He didn’t care. His body wasn’t his. It was wrong. It was being replaced by a stranger, and no amount of shouting, crying, or praying would save him. He was alone with his tears and despair.

And just as suddenly as Chris’ body wasn’t his, his mind wasn’t either. It was gifted to the beast to be molded to its liking.

The tears stopped.

Pain gone.

Mind blank.

Tabula rasa.

All he was left with was this ancient hunger that was gnawing at the walls of his stomach.

Complete metamorphosis.

[devilinlittlehope]

aesthetics for the new fanfic I’ve been dreaming up 🏰⚔️🌙🩸

I’ve been totally obsessed with resident evil and chris redfield in particular so I’m planning on writing the medieval fantasy/beauty and the beast/court of thorns and roses resident evil fic of my dreams! the reader is married to the evil king wesker but betrays him when she goes to castle redfield and falls for his rival! oh and chris is definitely a werewolf 🤭

[dmitriene]

— stolen glances.

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌«she smiled and looked at me»  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ «i was surprised to see»  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌«that a woman like that was really into me»

summary: awkward glimpses at the bar and mutual interest in each other's person turned into a rather pleasant walk home. content: chris redfield x gn reader tags: pure fluff, comfort, mentions of alcohol, not much plot. author's note: wanted to write something new with chris but in the middle of the work i feeled a little bit insecure, so maybe i will even take this work down, but still, hope you'll enjoy! enjoy your reading) 🥃

The bar exuded a warm, inviting atmosphere that beckoned tired souls seeking solace, dimmed light illuminating the polished wood surfaces with soft light, creating an atmosphere of calm and seclusion from the outside world, the low hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses and quiet music harmoniously combined to form a soothing backdrop for Chris's Redfield visits.

Chris entered through the worn wooden door, his heavy boots muting the plush carpet beneath him, his broad shoulders visibly relaxed as he entered the hideout, the burden of past missions and horrors he had witnessed slowly dissipating, the smell of aged wood and worn leather greeted his senses, recalling the familiar comfort he found in this place.

He took his usual seat at the far end of the bar from where he could watch the room without being the center of attention, the bartenders knew him well and served him his favorite drink without question, a simple glass of bourbon, he sipped it slowly, enjoying the copious warmth that seeped through him, offering respite from the chilling memories that often haunted his thoughts.

But one fateful day, as if the universe conspired to give him a short respite, he saw you, you were a flash of color and life in a dimly lit room, your hair fell like silk, framing your face that seemed to radiate a gentle radiance, lurking in your eyes a depth that is both mysterious and alluring, like uncharted territory that he yearned to explore.

The moment your gaze met his for a moment, time seemed to stop, your soft, bright smile was like a beacon cutting through the shadows and warming the corners of his heart, his cheeks flushed as he turned away, feeling as if went into a trance, for a man who has faced monsters and survived battles, the mere act of meeting your eyes made him feel vulnerable, like a schoolboy enchanted by his first love.

He glanced when he could, his attention was drawn to you like a moth to a flame, every time your eyes met his heart fluttered in his chest and he quickly looked away, feigning casualness, although his thoughts were consumed by you, the way you were chatting with the bartender, the laughter that graced your lips was like a symphony playing in tune with his own desires.

Your fleeting presence became his secret refuge within this haven, he found solace not only in the cozy atmosphere of the bar, but also in your glances, although he never got the courage to approach, he found a strange satisfaction, just sharing space with you, bathed in your unearthly glow in the distance.

True, despite the cozy familiarity of the bar, whenever Chris thought about approaching you, there was an atmosphere of unease around Chris, he sat in his usual place day after day, the smooth wooden surface of the counter was worn away under his fingertips, his unfinished drink stood before him, forgotten as he wrestled with his thoughts and insecurities.

His gaze inevitably darted to you, gracefully sitting at the far end of the room from him behind the bar, you were like a shining star in a dimly lit atmosphere, captivating not only his eyes but also his heart, trying to talk to you, bridge the gap between your two worlds constantly pulled him, nevertheless, he was held captive by nervousness and fear of going beyond his borders.

He squeezed his glass, feeling the cool condensation on its surface with his fingers, watching you talk to the bartender or share a laugh with other patrons, the thought swirled in his head to buy you a drink, a simple gesture that could potentially open the door to conversation, but as soon as an idea formed, doubts crept into him, causing him to hesitate.

Instead, he opted for subtlety, his gaze turning to you from time to time, furtively darting glances when he thought you weren't looking, hoping to remember every detail of your presence, the soft curve of your smile, the way your hair reflected light and how your eyes shined when you laughed — every moment crashed into his memory like a treasured photograph.

There were times when you turned your gaze in his direction and his heart skipped a beat, your eyes met, a fleeting connection from which a shiver ran down his spine, in those short seconds his thoughts raced, his mind desperately searched for something to say, but before he mustered up the courage act, you will turn away, once again immersed in your own world.

It was a dance of missed opportunities, Chris was a man of action on the battlefield, but in matters of the heart he was trapped by the inertia of uncertainty, he would watch you, his feelings build like a crescendo until the weight of his own hesitation made him retreat, there were nights when he finished his drink and, without saying a word, slipped out of the bar, leaving behind only the memories of his stolen looks.

The atmosphere of the bar was a quiet symphony of glances and unspoken desires, but he wasn't the only one to glance, your eyes were drawn to him with an almost magnetic attraction in return, every time he looked away you allowed yourself to cast fleeting glances in his direction, your heart fluttered with anticipation and shyness.

Talk and laughter filled the air, but your attention was often drawn to the corners where he sat, the ambient light seemed to create a halo around his body, bathing him in a soft and inviting light, and as you sipped your drink, you couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to recognize him if not counting stolen glances is a mixture of excitement and vulnerability that has you biting your lip in awkward contemplation.

Your thoughts were a whirlwind of possibilities, dreams that danced like fireflies in the night, there was a longing in the atmosphere, a longing for connection beyond stolen moments, every time he looked away you let your eyes follow his movement, capturing him on your periphery, as if you were stealing a glimpse of a world you weren't sure you could enter.

But just as quickly as those thoughts came, you brushed them aside, the reality of the situation and its uncertainty clouding your vision was a reminder that sometimes dreams are best left as dreams, the taste of the drink and the laughter of friends provided an anchor in the present, plunging you into a world that was both familiar and safe.

Biting the lip became a reflex, a gesture reflecting the internal conflict you felt, the desire to know it, to break the barrier of stolen glances fought against the apprehension that often accompanies the unknown, the atmosphere was a dance between what could have been and what was, each stolen a look and a fleeting thought was a step in the choreography of emotions.

Little by little the atmosphere in the bar changed slightly — the days turned into weeks, and there was not even a hint of his presence around, the dim light that once glowed with a warm and inviting light now casts longer shadows, creating an atmosphere of uncertainty, conversations always continued around you and laughter, but a hidden unease began to be felt as your eyes searched involuntarily for his familiar figure.

There seemed to be an air of melancholy in the air, as if the very walls of the bar reflected the absence that engulfed your heart, each visit to the bar became a mixture of hopes and disappointments, your gaze lingered on the empty place where he usually sat, conversations that once attracted your attention seemed to fade into the background while your thoughts were consumed by the question of where he might have gone.

The bar, once a place of socializing and stealthy glances, now had an atmosphere of uncertainty, the bartenders smiling sympathetically, perhaps realizing that the silent search had become a routine, and the surroundings seemed to hold a quiet longing, as if the very air was waiting for his return to restore disturbed balance.

The introduction to the bar became a place where memories of stolen glances and shared moments flourished, but also a reminder of his absence, the emptiness of his usual place seeming to cast a shadow over all that had previously been able to brighten the space.

Time dragged on and there was a sense of protracted anticipation in the atmosphere, a desire to see him again intertwined with growing uncertainty.

Did he move on? Did he just take a break?

Questions went unanswered and the bar became a canvas for a story that was shelved.

And then on a day marked by an unexpected change in the daily routine, fate intervened, you left the bar through the side entrance, your thoughts were focused on something other than your usual routine, and at exactly the same time Chris was about to enter, his steps carried him to the harbor, which became both his refuge and his torment.

The collision was as unexpected as it was awkward — your worlds collided in a moment of unforeseen connection, his strong body met your smaller one and the impact pierced both of you, the smell of cigarettes and inviting perfume enveloping the space between you, creating an atmosphere both intoxicating and familiar.

For a brief moment he took over your thoughts and questions and uncertainties were replaced by a mixture of surprise and curiosity, for a moment time seemed to stop as his presence engulfed your thoughts, his deep eyes, usually directed down or across the room, now met yours in the most unexpected circumstances.

— «I'm sorry for that» he muttered in a deep voice tinged with amusement, his eyes both apologetic and curious, as if he was seeing you for the first time even though you had been in his thoughts for weeks.

— «No harm done)» you managed to mutter, and there was nervousness in your voice, a blush flooded your cheeks, your heart beat wildly, the closeness of this person who used to be a distant figure suddenly became tangible and real, and the conversation between you went on its own.

The conversation flowed suddenly, like a river bursting its banks, awkward cheers turned into stories and shared laughter, as if your unspoken bond had finally found a voice, the atmosphere between you changed from vague to comfortable, the background of the bar became secondary, and our words danced in the air.

His laughter, warm and sincere, was like music in harmony with the rhythm of your heart, and the initial awkwardness was replaced by a sense of familiarity that seemed both natural and inspiring, as we talked, the world around him seemed to disappear, leaving only his presence and common moments.

Minutes turned into moments, and the air was filled with tension, promising something more, with a spark in his eyes, he offered — «You know, i could walk you home, that's the least i can do after i almost hit you»

The invitation hung in the air, a question shrouded in vulnerability and hope, you felt a warmth rise inside you, a mixture of surprise and delight at the prospect of expanding your newfound bond of acquaintance, so with a smile reflecting the moonlit night, you nodded — «I wouldn't mind»

His coat thrown abruptly around your shoulders was a physical manifestation of his presence, a symbol of the closeness that grew between you as you walked side by side, your steps echoed in harmony, there was almost no gap between you, everything around you was filled with unspoken electricity, a palpable connection that seemed to draw you closer with every step.

Conversations flowed easily, interspersed with general laughter and instinctive touches, the coat around you became a common shield from the cold night air, creating a cocoon of intimacy, enveloping the two of you, with every moment the distance between your bodies seemed to shrink until it felt like you were walking side by side. side by side, not just in space, but in the sphere of common emotions.

And when you came to your doorstep, tenderness played in his eyes, which reflected the emotions that were seething inside you — «I had a great time tonight» you confessed, your voice was a low whisper.

— «Me too» he replied, his voice a gentle whisper that resonated deep inside, the bond between you was undeniable — built through stolen glances and shared conversations.

— «Will I be able to see you again?» he asked, and the question hung in the air like a promise.

With a smile that contained all the hope and possibility of a new beginning, you nodded — «I would like to)»

When he said goodnight to you his fingers touched yours, a touch containing the promise of what was to come, everything was captured by the magic of the moment, and when he left, leaving you on the doorstep, you couldn't help but feel that the walls of the bar, when — then silent witnesses of stolen glances, now they keep echoes of a connection that has finally found its voice.

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