#RE6

[bluue-hour]

[skelesass]

warming up/practice

[hurrakka]

Lmao fffuck it *puts him in another au once again

[kashlat2]

I’m not gonna finish rendering this so… have some rough sketches of Helena

[ornitiermoth]

Another screenshot redraw! Re6 Leon is my favorite to draw at the moment.

My one post for the month before I disappear again :p

[yun-jin-noona]

That time I went insane about Nivanfield. They're just friends guys, trust.

[ficfield]

A Choice Made 

Request: Chris remembers he has free will and walks into him and the reader's shared bedroom, where they're peacefully scrolling online, so he walks to the edge of the bed, grips the collar of their shirt, and tears it open with a goofy little grin on his face and collapses into their bare chest.

Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader 

This was going to be fluffy buuuuuut, I couldn’t help myself, its smut. 

The bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon sunlight, filtering through the sheer curtains and casting a warm, golden hue over the space. The air was thick with the quiet hum of contentment as you lay sprawled across the bed, your fingers idly scrolling through your phone. The room was a sanctuary, a place where the weight of the world seemed to melt away, leaving only the comfort of shared silence and the gentle hum of the ceiling fan. Outside, the city bustled with life, hut here, in this moment, time felt suspended.

Chris stood in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame, his dark brown hair tousled as if he’d just run his fingers through it. His blue eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, a look that was both familiar and yet, somehow, entirely new. For a moment, he just stood there, watching you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. It was as if he’d suddenly remembered something, something profound, something liberating. And then, with a grin that was equal parts goofy and irresistible, he strode into the room, his boots thudding softly against the hardwood floor. 

You looked up, your thumbs pausing mid-scroll, as Chris approached the bed with a purpose that was both playful and deliberate. His movements were fluid, confident, as though he’d been waiting for this moment all along. Without a word, he reached the edge of the mattress and. Gripped the collar of your shirt. The fabric was thin, soft against your skin, but Chris’s grip was firm, his fingers strong and calloused from years of combat. For a fleeting moment, you wondered what he was doing, but before you could even ask, Chris tore the shirt open with a sharp, decisive tug. 

The sound of fabric ripping was surprisingly loud in the quiet room, but it was nothing compared to the rush of sensation that followed. Your chest was exposed, bare and vulnerable, and Chris wasted no time in collapsing onto them, his muscular frame pressing against your skin. His weight was heavy but not overwhelming, his body warm and solid, like a shield against the world. You gasped, your phone slipping from your grasp as Chris’s lips brushed against your collarbone, his breath hot and uneven. 

“What- what are you doing?” you managed, your voice shaky with a mix of surprise and anticipation. 

Chris didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted his head slightly, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “I remembered something,” he murmured, his voice rough, almost reverent. “I remembered I have a choice. And right now, I choose you.”

His words were like a spark, igniting a fire that had been smouldering just beneath the surface. Your heart raced as Chris’s hands moved, tracing the contours of your chest, his touch both gentle and possessive. His fingers lingered over your nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate circles that sent shivered down your spine. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as Chris’s mouth followed the path his hands had set, his lips ghosting over your skin, his tongue flicking out to taste them. 

“Chris,” you whispered, your voice thick with desire. “What’s gotten into you?” 

He smiled against your skin, his breath warm and humid. “Just…. You. Always you.” 

His words were a balm, a reminder of the deep connection you shared. You hands found his shoulders, your fingers digging into the tense muscles as Chris continued his slow, deliberate exploration. His kisses were tender, loving each one a promise of what was to come. You felt your body respond, your skin flushing, your pulse quickening as Chris’s hands moved lower, skimming over your stomach, your fingers brushing against the waistband of your jeans. 

“Let me,” Chris murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against your chest. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed this.” 

You nodded, your throat too tight to speak, as Chris sat up just enough to pull your jeans and underwear down in one smooth motion. Your legs were bared, your skin exposed, and Chris took a moment to admire you, his gaze hungry but reverent. You felt a flush of embarrassment, but it was quickly overshadowed but the heat pooling in your core as Chris’s hands returned, his fingers tracing the lines of your thighs, your hips. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice hoars with need. “So fucking beautiful.” 

His words were like a spell, dissolving any remaining hesitation. You reached for him, your hands tugging at his shirt, eager to return the favour. Chris obliged, pulling it over his head ad tossing it aside, revealing his broad chest, his muscled taut and defined. Your fingers traced the contours of his body, your touch light and exploratory, as Chris leaned down to kiss you again, his lips soft and insistent. 

The kiss deepened, your tongues tangling in a rhythm that felt both familiar and exhilarating. Chris’s hands moved between them, his fingers brushing against you entrance, teasing you with slow, deliberate strokes that had you squirming with anticipation. “Chris,” you gasped, your voice a plea. “please.” 

He smiled against your lips, his eyes dark with desire. “Patience,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “I want to take my time with you.” 

But you was beyond patience, your body aching for him, your need overwhelming. You reached for Chris’s pants, your fingers fumbling with the button and zipper as Chris helped you pull the fabric down, revealing his erection, thick and hard, straining against his boxers. Your breath hitched as you reached for him, your fingers wrapping around his length, squeezing gently as Chris groaned, his head falling back in pleasure.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice thick with need. “you have no idea what you do to me.” 

You smiled, a flush of pride warming your cheeks as you leaned down to kiss him, your lips brushing against his, your tongue teasing his as you stroked him slowly, your touch deliberate and loving. Chris’s hands found your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he guided you closer, his erection pressing against your entrance. You moaned, your body arching into him as Chris entered you with a slow, steady thrust that had you gasping for breath. 

“Chris,” you whispered, your voice shaky with pleasure. “Don’t stop.” 

He didn’t. instead, he began to move, his hips rocking against yours in a rhythm that was both tender and relentless. Each thrust was a promise, a declaration of his love and desire, and you met him with equal fervour, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. The bed creaked beneath you, the sheets tangling around your legs as Chris’s hands roamed your body, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along your neck, your collarbone.

“you feel so good,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “So fucking good.” 

You couldn’t respond, your breath stolen by the intensity of the moment. Chris’s thrusts deepened, his pace quickening as your body tightened around him, your orgasm building with each passing second. Chris seemed to sense it, his movements becoming more urgent, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Cum for me. Let go.” 

His words were the final push you needed. You cried out, your body shaking as your orgasm washed over you, waves of pleasure crashing against your senses. Chris followed soon after, his thrusts stuttering as he buried himself deep within you, his release hot and intense. You stayed like that for a moment, your bodies still trembling, your breaths ragged and uneven, as Chris’s lips pressed against your forehead, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, protective embrace. 

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice soft and reverent. “Always and forever.” 

You smiled, your heart full as you snuggled into his chest, your fingers tracing patterns on his skin. “I love you too,” you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

For a while, you both just lay there, your bodies entwined, the world outside forgotten. The sunlight dimmed, casting the room in a soft, amber glow, and Chris’s heartbeat was a steady rhythm against your ear, a reminder of the life you shared, the love you’d built. It was a moment frozen in time, a testament to the power of choice, of freedom, and of the unbreakable bond you’d forged. And as you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, your love a beacon in the darkness.

[doiho]

Are they gonna fight or kiss?

[wumiwux]

oh so you’re evil? Name every resident.

[atomeequark]

12/21 one-person-carry methods 1+2.

[abasketofnothing]

[dailyleonkennedy]

Literally me

[gn0czi]

Welcome back stranger

[hurrakka]

Saved by pretty ppl in red

[skelesass]

some sketches of RE6 leon I did a while back

[mako-tachi]