#chris redfeild fluff

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

i’ve been hiding the comeback of apple pie for- months.

FIVE more chapters in the works and this is only the first one.

Apple pie part 6

Warnings: Mentions of throw up, angst and depictions of panic attacks.

I’m so excited for you guys to read this.

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ding

That chirping noise of the bell above the front door of your shop that somehow still made you jump even if you’ve been here every single day for 12 hours.

Was it smart to use all of your savings to open up your own flower shop? Probably not. Yet you didn’t have a single care in the world. Moving to the city was probably the best decision you could’ve made for yourself. Trying to forget a life you once knew, that person you used to be.

Your flower shop was unique though. Yes you sell bouquets, but If people were having a hard time picking what they wanted, you would make them a bouquet of their own 12 flowers. And since it was spring, business was booming. Your eyes flicked up, a wide smile growing across your face as you watched a man walk in, his eyes scanning over all of the separate bouquets.

Your fingers held at the knife in your hand, picking the thorns off the white roses between your fingers. Your form finally focuses back onto the bouquet you were creating, the pink ribbon resting on the counter. 12pm and the store was still this dead.

Your body jolted as the man who walked in earlier was in front of the counter, your finger pushing up onto the thorn on the stem making you hiss as you quickly pressed your now bleeding finger into your jeans before you looked up at him.

“What can I help you with?”

Handsome. The scruff on his face shaped perfection to him, and his smile was even better, his dark brown hair and broad shoulders making you wonder if he would be able to tell if you were staring.

“Sorry to scare you, Is your finger okay?”

His voice was like butter too? You were sure you looked almost starstruck, your head shaking as you let out a short laugh.

“Please, I’m my only employee, I cut myself so many times a week.”

The man chuckled softly, his eyes gazing over the braid on your shoulder and the glasses on your face. Then it hit you, this is the same man who’s been passing by every week. You noticed he would peer in whenever you were moving new pots in, but the shop is right next to a bakery so you assumed maybe people just looked.

“Not to sound like a stalker but, I was wondering If you wanted to go out sometime”

Was he really asking you out? Your heart was beating in your ears as you accidentally let out a huff, your eyes flickered around the shop as his hand rested against the counter.

“You’re asking somebody out and we haven’t even exchanged names?”

Your sentence made him smile yet again and god, did you enjoy seeing it. He shrugged, putting his larger hand out across the counter.

“You’re right, how rude of me. Chris Redfield.”

Your bleeding finger suddenly stopped, allowing you to reach your hand up, grabbing at his and smiling widely as you both exchanged a firm handshake.

“Well, I would love to go out sometime, Chris.”

Anybody should be flattered when a handsome man asks them out, right?

Right.

The view from your apartment was gorgeous. Especially at night time. The air lingered with silence as you poured yourself a glass of red wine, your heater turning on as you began to walk towards the chair you had facing the big open window by your living area. You sat down with a soft sigh, your legs crossing as you took a long sip of the thick red liquid. How many bottles did you go through this week anyways.

Your other hand comes up to rub your bare arm, your body flinching as you quickly pull your fingers away. A loud sigh leaves you as tears quickly weld in your eyes, the wine glass in your hand tilting back as you suddenly gulped down the liquid, a thin red line of spilled wine running down your chin as you just watched the active city below you.

Where could he be? You wondered as you wiped your chin, four years is a long time right? He has definitely forgotten after four years.

Maybe he went back for you.

This is a mental battle you’ve had with yourself everyday for the last year since you left your hometown. Selling your house to a single mom, who had promised to keep your garden alive when you left. The thought of him showing up to not find you always left you broken. But he had all that time, there’s no way he showed up.

It’s why you moved. You couldn’t keep yourself there with the hope that one day he would appear again. You had this sick fantasy that he would come back and everything would go back to normal, knowing it wasn’t going to happen. It killed your mental health and it still does.

Yet here you were, going on a date with some man that you don’t even know. You could hear Leon in the back of your head lecturing you about how stupid it is to give strangers your number, let alone your apartment number. You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of a knock at the door, the sound of your heels clicking filling the apartment as you walked to the front and swung it open to see Chris.

You blinked at him a few times then looked down at the bouquet of pink roses and daisies in his hands. His arm extends to hand them to you carefully.

“Wow, these are beautiful, thank you so much.”

Yet there was a heavy feeling in your throat at the sight of the daisies. You refused to grow them at your shop and there was a reason why. You swallowed the lump in your throat, quickly inviting the man into the apartment as you hurried to the kitchen to put them in a vase.

“Not as beautiful as you though, not to sound overly sappy or anything.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you shook your head, tucking some hair behind your ear as you set the vase of flowers on your counter and looking at him.

“What, you talk to girls like this all the time?”

Chris shook his head as the two of you began to walk to the front door, his head shaking as he held it open for you and let you lock it.

“Personally, women don’t really talk to me”

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There’s no way women don’t talk to Chris redfield.

The two of you have been at this fancy restaurant he took you to for hours, laughing up a storm over random jokes and old childhood embarrassing stories. Your eyes scanned over his arms and his shirt before you tilted your head leaning forward a bit.

“I can’t believe I've never asked, what do you do for work?”

It’s to forward a question.

What if he lies to you?

How can you know he’s being honest-

“Well my career started when I was very young. I enrolled in the United States air force. Then I got tired of it I guess, started working at this place called Racoon City Police Department for a special service squad. Now I work for a private government agency, sorry if that scared you away. I know it may seem like my job is dangerous but I guarantee I'm fine.”

His honesty hit you like a truck. You blinked at him a few times processing what he had told you before a bell very similar to the one in your store rang in your head..

“Racoon City?”

You spoke, your fingers stopped tapping at the table as you looked across at Chris who just slowly nodded.

Don’t bring it up.

“Well it doesn’t push me away. I like a man in uniform.”

Hitting him back with corny pickup lines was your perfect solution.

“I’m supposed to go to this big company party next week, I don’t have a plus one. You should come with me.”

Chris spoke as he glanced at you after taking a bite of his food.

Saying yes was definitely far out of your comfort zone but, you’ve known him for about a month now. What could possibly go wrong anyways

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“Grief isn't just the mourn of death. Grief can hit you in so many ways, and the way it processes in your brain makes it harder to heal.”

Hearing your therapist's words made a soft sigh leave your lips as you just nodded your head. staring at the wall behind her as she just looked at you.

“You can’t hold onto the fact that maybe he was going to come back, you’ll drive yourself crazy forever.”

Plus, you had Chris now. He was an angel, he treated you so right and even if you didn’t want to talk about your ex- who wasn’t even really your ex but you were in love with him. He never made you happy.

Yet the way Chris treats you makes you wonder if the two of you could’ve been like this, sometimes you close your eyes and imagine that simple life with Leon but it can never happen. Not now.

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The weather has been so bad. Pouring every single day and Chris knows how much storms scare you. So staying at his house was definitely a blessing. The two of you weren’t dating yet, It’s only been two months and he says he knows what he wants but you’re not sure you believe him yet.

He works these awfully long hours leaving you alone in his house laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The sound of the rain growing heavier gains your attention as you glance over at the window, your heart suddenly racing as you clear your throat sitting up.

——-

The memory is clear as day still.

Your eyes fixated on your window in your bedroom. Your head snapping as you hear Leon whistle walking into the room.

“I hate-“

“You hate storms, you bring it up everytime it rains you know.”

Leon spoke with a small smile as he sat down on the bed, his fingers gently grabbing at your wrist, frowning slightly to feel how elevated your heart beat is. He quickly pulls you to his chest, making sure you’re comfortable. He loves how soft your hair is, his fingers running through the strands of your hair as you both soak in the silence.

“If something ever happened. Like we were to get separated and I haven’t seen you in years- I bet you’d pretend like you never knew me.”

Leon let your sentence settle for a second, his eyebrows frowned as he shook his head, his eyes dancing over the odd pattern of your ceiling as he gently gripped your shoulder and looked down at you.

“I would never pretend to not know you.”

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You don’t know why but the thought makes you sick. Sprinting to Chris’ bathroom, holding onto your stomach as you throw up, your hands grabbing at the floor now as tears quickly spring to your eyes. Then you’re gasping for breath, shaking your head as you stand up, your shaking palms reaching for the sink.

Everything is dizzy, and almost cloudy. You turn the water on, quickly splashing your face. Your vision is still dancing when you look up into the mirror, the edges starting to clear as you let out a long breath.

It’s hard being in a hole.

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“Chris can you please zip this up, i don’t have the patience.”

The words came out jumbled and stressed, your skin rising with goosebumps when Chris’ fingers brush against your back, zipping up the dress with ease before he leans down slightly. Kissing at your shoulder as he grips at your arms. His thumbs caressing over your soft skin.

“As beautiful as the day I first saw you.”

Chris was what you needed. In a time where you felt most alone he showed up. He looked so handsome in his suit, you lick at your thumb as you fix his eyebrows, smiling as he grabs at your waist.

“You ready? Or do you need more time.”

He always worked around you.

“I’m ready but- thank you.”

Chris always rambled on about how his work space was honestly great. You couldn’t tell if he was lying because you use to say the same thing when you worked at the diner. The drive was suppose to be almost half an hour but it felt like two minutes.

Chris always opened the car door for you, his hand holding onto yours tightly as you two walked through the parking lot.

Your palms were sweaty, a feeling of unease lingering in the air.Something just felt off- almost like you were scared but of what?

Its badges of honor. Of course Chris was getting one but he didn’t tell you who else. The two of you were standing in the lobby of this giant hall forever, when the sound of Chris name made your head turn.

It all made sense. It felt like the blood was drained from your body, Chris’ hand slipping off your lower back to hug him.

Him?

Chris finally turns back to you, a wide smile on his face.

“Can’t believe I've never mentioned him. This is my friend, Leon.”

Your eyes are wide. Your throat feels like it’s swelling .

Leon too of course. His face white and his gaze fixated on your visibly shaken form

All before he extends his hand out to you.

“Leon Kennedy, pleasure.”

[lamppost-t]

Incest fics are so weird to me like what do you mean you find getting freaky and doing things with your parent/sibling hot like what ☹️ also sidenote stepcest is still incest and weird and illegal!!

Like I try to block all of these accounts and move on but there’s so many like what is appealing about writing incest please guys just write smth else you don’t gotta make them related I’m sick of it, it’s not even important to the plot 😞

Also another thing I normally see tagged in these is noncon which is just disgusting for so many reasons that I shouldn’t have to explain bc what the fuck why are romanticizing rape and SA wtf is wrong with you 😭

I see a lot of these fics are normally in like older characters tags but like I’ve seen a lot in Anakin skywalker, Leon Kennedy and Chris Redfeild tags (and in a lot of the RE character tags) which sucks bc there are guenuinely good fics in there and these weird ass fics are ruining the RE fan base reputation

Like this shouldn’t be something people have to talk abt bc I’m not the only one who’s noticed this and thinks it’s weird just stop like

On another note stay safe out there gang, I know a lot of these kinds of fics can be triggering so always check warnings, block who you need to block and take care of yourself, you are loved and cared for 🧸💗

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Headcanon/Preference # 36

Gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW (some subtle NSFW)

Reading time (roughly) - 4 minutes

• Leon S. Kennedy •

• Leon loves it for so many reasons. Firstly it's because of just how pretty it makes your lips, so kissable and shiny. Secondly he loves it because you love it, plain and simple, he's an amazing boyfriend.

• Leon not only likes seeing what new lip gloss you buy, but he also honestly enjoys going with you to pick out new lip gloss. But he will point out when you've obtained a bit too much lip gloss, and very very subtlety try to coax you into not buying more for a bit, at least until your stockpile has dwindled a bit.

• Leon never knew about plumping lip gloss until after you'd applied it, and kissed him later on. He was so shocked by it, and so confused at first. He grew to love it, but if he's being honest, his favorites are the ones that give your lips a unique tone. Like greys, purples, blues, and oranges.

• Jack Krauser •

• Jack honestly loves it so much it feels very out of character for him. Like he's borderline obsessed with how it looks on you, and even with how it feels when you kiss. So he's always stealing kisses whenever you reapply it.

• He buys you new lip gloss all the damn time. You could have hundreds, and he'd be still buy atleast one more. He especially likes plumping lip gloss, and how it makes your kisses feel electric.

• Jack especially loves how it feels when you kiss his scars while wearing lip gloss. I mean he loves it even without the lip gloss, but with it it's just that much better. Plus it makes it feel like your kisses are lingering on his skin, and he lives for that.

• Albert Wesker •

• Wesker honestly kinda hated it in the beginning of your relationship. He likes how it looks, well he loves it actually. But didn't much care for the feeling of it when you'd kiss.

• Eventually however he grew to appreciate it in a way. It was just another part of you by this point, and if for whatever reason you aren't wearing it when he steals a kiss, he'll just immediately assume something is wrong.

• Sometimes Wesker will forget to wipe off the lip gloss you left behind after a kiss. And when someone makes a stupid comment about it, he might just remark about how he's also got your lip gloss smears on his dick, just to shut them up... Even if it's true.

• Chris Redfield •

• Chris won't lie, he hates it. He likes how it looks on you, and he likes that it makes you happy and all. But Chris simply can't stand the way it feels, to him it just feels oily and gross. You end up getting into the habit of wiping it off his lips for him after every kiss.

• He doesn't mind it in the end, and won't try to convince you to stop wearing it. It's something you like, so he'll tolerate it for you with little complaint. He'll also compliment you whenever he notices you're wearing a new shade.

• Sometimes Chris just likes to take his thumb and run it across your bottom lip. And just watching the lip gloss smear is almost sensual in a way, it definitely feels very intimate that's for sure, but sometimes it almost feels more than just intimate.

• Luis Sera •

• Luis adores it so so much. Your lips are so soft from all the lip gloss use, and now his lips are so much softer from kissing you all the time, and simply never wiping the lip gloss off of his lips. Plus your lip gloss makes your kisses even sweeter.

• Totally keeps an extra tube of lip gloss in his pocket on the off chance you forget yours, or if you happen to loose yours. And yes the one he carries is definitely one of your absolute favorites, and he most likely bought it for you in the first place.

• Luis really enjoys when you pepper his face and neck with kisses, smearing your lip gloss over his warm skin, it feels like a kiss that'll last forever. And he craves more every single time. He's also totally the type to try your lip gloss out for himself, probably with you present even.

• Lucas Baker •

• Similar to Wesker, Lucas hated it from the very beginning... He also likes the way it looks, how shiny and appealing it makes your lips. But he never could stand the feeling of it, even when you'd kiss his cheek.

• Unlike Wesker on the other hand, Lucas still fucking hates it, with a goddamn passion he hates it. And he will literally (and dramatically) wipe his mouth of it after every single kiss, even when he was the one to initiate the kiss in the first place.

• Lucas will 1,000% try to convince you to stop wearing lip gloss. If he can't convince you to stop wearing it all together, he'll at least try to convince you to stop wearing it so much. He will throw a bit of a fit if you won't give it up. He also groans and rolls his eyes whenever you buy new lip gloss of course.

• Billy Coen •

• Billy teases the hell out of you for wearing lip gloss all the time, but don't let him fool ya, he loves it. It makes you look extra cute, especially when you're reapplying it. Plus it feels nice and silky, so it's a win win in his book.

• Despite his teasing, Billy enjoys watching you apply your lip gloss. Sometimes he'll tease you about making a mess, and intentionally smear it real bad. Afterwards stealing a quick kiss of course. And sometimes he'll just randomly get you a new lip gloss and be like it made me think of you. He's so cute it's annoying sometimes.

• Will beg you to keep your lip gloss on when y'all get down an dirty, especially if you're going to give him head. Then he'll tease you for leaving lip gloss smears on him, and then get salty if you try wiping it away.

This ones been sitting in my drafts since last year! Totally forgot about it, and I hadn't finished it, until like 10 minutes ago. ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌ Anyways I hope you enjoyed. I originally wanted it to be longer, but I'm content with it the way it is.

[priscilladawn]

Husband Leon Kennedy this…Husband Leon Kennedy that…Okay, but what about Husband Chris Redfield?

Chris is utterly obsessed with you. Will do whatever you command within a heartbeat, no matter what it is. He’ll always make sure to zip up the back of your dress for you, leaving a few chaste kisses against the skin of your neck and shoulders. A trail of kisses from your ankle to your knee is left everytime he puts on your heels, giggling and smiling like a little girl, complaining that it tickles, yet he knows he’d keep going higher and higher if you weren’t so ticklish!

You could be doing the simplest thing like cooking, doing laundry, or picking up after your kiddos mess, he’d always be right behind you to give your ass a nice smack. It’s not his fault, it was looking at him first!

Definitely a big family man. Three older boys, and finally a pair of twin girls that couldn’t be anymore different personality wise. He’s a little harsher on his boys, he knows they can handle anything. But with his little girls? Oh, those two have him wrapped around their tiny fingers.

At the end of a hectic work day, muscles sore and achy, the touch of his beloved makes him melt. Just a nice warm shower and his family is all he needs. Your kids already know how tired daddy can be after work, that’s why after every mission, there’s a movie night in mom and dad’s bedroom. Including dad’s famously tight cuddles and loud bear snores not even five minutes into the film.

Even if he’s a dead man walking after a mission, all he needs to hear is those sweet bubbly laughs and the pitter patter of feet against the wood flooring. Squeals of joy escaping his sweet baby’s lips as they race to see who will hug dad first this time around!

And at the very last is his sweet darling. Blush on her cheeks and smile on her lips, arms wrapped around her figure, pulling her in for the deepest kiss of her life, that just gets deeper and deeper and sweeter and sweeter as time goes by. Only stopping as your children gag about how gross mommy and daddy are being!

[ps5captures7]

LEON KENNEDY in Resident Evil 4 [2023]

Captured On PS5, By Me

Capture Dates - ??

Post Date - Thursday, 10th October 2024

all likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated<3

[harpsinfinity]

Best seat(s) in the house

Vendetta!Chris redfield X afab!fem!reader

He definitely hasn't been festering in my mind forever

Genre: smuuuut

Warnings: Chris is a munch, face sitting, oral (f receiving), pet names, reader is mentioned to have long hair, riding, slight praise, missionary

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

Word count: 1.8k

Tags: @writingwisterias @imjustasugablob

Song to listen to while reading:

To say you were anxious was an understatement. Sure, you'd thought about your boyfriend letting you use his face as a chair, but you never thought it'd actually happen. The fear of crushing or suffocating him was always present when the idea came to mind. You loved Chris too dearly to hurt him.

But here you found yourself, sat on his bulky chest while he grinned up at you with his stupidly handsome face. He looked at you like Aphrodite made you herself. All he wanted was to please his girl.

"are you sure you're sure, baby? m'scared I might hurt you"

You admitted, you were just a bundle of nerves. Heart beating rapidly against your chest. You gasped as his warm, big palms encased your hips, gently encouraging you to hover directly over his face.

The sight of your soaked pussy went straight to his cock, feeling himself twitch and leak pre the longer he looked.

"honey, just trust me."

He squeezes your hips in reassurance, bringing you down slowly while he had you distracted with his sweet words.

"even if you did suffocate me, it'd be a better death compared to the assholes I've fought"

while his words did partially calm the storm inside of you, there was still that worry gnawing in the back of your head

"Chris i-"

Your words melted on your tongue the moment he all but shoved his face into your heat, his lips pressing against your twitching bundle of nerves as he sucked at it. A surprised, noisy moan came forth from your throat. His hands had a death-grip on your hips, moving them against his face for you.

One of your hands was stuck to the wooden headboard, sure to leave marks from your nails. The other found a home in his buzzed hair, gripping the shorts strands almost painfully. It was something he could take though, no problem.

Embarrassingly loud, wet noises vibrated in your ears. The obscene sounds of him slurping, grunting and kissing at you made your ears burn and face turn red. It was so wet, so messy. You couldn't help but yearn for more, more.

It was right on your lips: more, more, more.

The way he mouthed at and tongue-fucked your needy hole had you squealing and calling out his name with a breathless whine. you didn't imagine it'd feel this good. Being able to put your full weight on him, the way his stubble rubbed against your sensitive thighs. How the tip of his perfect nose nudged against your clit, it was too much yet not enough at the same time. Intoxicating.

For a moment, your eyes flick down to his face. Or, the top half of his face that was visible to you. He was already pussydrunk to the max not even a minute in, the sight of his eyes screwed shut, furrowed brows and moaning into your heat had your walls fluttering around nothing.

Copious amounts of slick dripped from you, flowing down Chris' jaw as he ate you like a starved man. He groaned into you, the vibrations making you squeal and clamp your thighs around his head. You couldn't deny how much quicker the build up to your orgasm was, faster than normal.

The warmth that spread within you was burning, dripping in arousal that overtook your whole being as you succumbed to it eagerly.

It was so satisfying to watch how he'd proven you wrong. it was almost laughable how you thought you'd hurt him, an absolute unit of a man who was built for anything to come his way.

Oh how he'd dreamed of this for so long, for you to sit on his perfect fucking face and let him stuff your cunt full of his tongue for hours until you were nothing but a mindless, blushy, moaning mess that could do nothing but chase the sensation of his tongue even through overstimulation.

"fuck, look at you. Takin' it so well, what was all that worryin' for, huh?"

The husky tone of his voice surrounded your ears, it was almost intoxicating as your eyes rolled back until only the whites could be seen. Your body was slick in a sheen of sweat and your hair cassdaded down your shoulders beautifully.

"ohmygod- don't stop ! pleasepleaseplease"

That was music to his ears, it made him throb and work harder to make you come all over his face. He was certain he'd come from this alone if it was even possible, a wet patch on his boxers from his drooling dick visible.

Your jaw went slack as all you were able to do was moan and let Chris rock your hips as you felt your incoming bliss reach it's peak. The hand in his hair slithered it's way to one of the palms against your hip, interlocking your fingers and squeezing.

If only he could see your face, how blissed out and beautiful you looked. Ethereal even. Oh how we wanted to see the drool that would hang from your plush lips, your furrowed brows accompanied with the rosy hue dusting your cheeks, the way your tits would bounce with every rock of your hips. That was the only con about this, but he could deal with it.

Soon, your hips surpassed the speed that he had set. All worries were gone as you mindlessly chased the incoming high, just following what your body was screaming for, aching even. Tears of esctacy pooled in your lashline, it was too much yet just right all at the same time. It was overwhelming yet you wanted it to continue.

The hand that you'd laced with Chris' squeezed in an almost death grip as your body shook, you choked out his name as blinding pleasure hit you like a ton of bricks, thighs aching from how tight they were clamped around his head.

He didn't let up, still sucking and licking as you drenched his face in your juices, driving you into irresistible overstimulation. Everything felt muffled, dazed in a buzz of pleasure.

Once you were completely spent, Chris manuvered you back to straddling his toned torso. You bit back a moan watching him lick his lips before pulling you into a consuming kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips. that alone turned you on more.

The feeling of his cock pressed against your ass made you gasp, letting him groan into your mouth when you rocked against it. His hands fly to your hips, moving them to the speed he desired.

He murmured in your ear with a sly grin crossing his lips, it made you throb all over again.

"you know what to do, honey"

You hum in response, your slick, wanting hole aching to be stuffed full of his fat cock.

You reach behind you to grapple onto the waistband of his boxers, moaning when his cock comes free and hits your ass.

Placing both hands on his sturdy chest, your sink your pussy onto him. Inch by thick inch.

You whined when your hips meet his, the curved shape of him pressing against your sweet spot instantly. It was too much yet not enough.

You began to bounce on him, riding like a cowgirl. The hands on your hips guided you up and down, up and down. Through your estacy filled haze, your lips lock with Chris', your chest pressed up against his as you opted to grinding your hips against his, moaning and drooling against his lips as you chased his high as well as your second.

"that's my good girl, takin' me so well"

Butterflies erupt in your stomach and your walls flutter around his cock, keening at the sweet, syrupy praises he fed to you.

One of his calloused hands abandons your hips to run down the length of your spine, the soft touch making your head reel.

"mhh..oh fuck, Chris"

Your whine against his lips, every hit to your sweet spot made your body tingle, that pleasant warmth pooling in your stomach.

Your hips ached as you lazily grinded against his cock, your poor clit smushed in his happy trail. As much as you wanted to ride him like a harlot, after the mind-blowing orgasm he gave you with his mouth, it was hard to find that energy.

Chris press a kiss to your lips, rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip. His heated gaze bore into yours, in a pleasure drunken haze that wanted nothing but to just come their brains out.

"you tired, sweetheart? need me to take over?"

His warm, deep voice whispered against the shell of your ear, all it took was a simple nod before your entire world was turned upside down.

He had you on your back, legs draped around his hips as he fucked into you at a heavenly pace. A needy moan was drawn out of you, clawing at his back in estacy.

You chanted his name like a prayer as he pushed you closer and closer to your peak, your walls tightened around him as he attacked the column of your neck with sweet kisses.

His own grunts and groans were music to your ears, it was something you wanted an entire playlist of.

“Look how good you take it.”

Chris groans against your neck, a rough thumb making its way to rub and flick at your overworked clit, watching the way your face contorts with pure bliss and the way you squeal as you get close to your high.

He was right there with you, the same sharp coil tightening in the pit of his abdomen. It was maddening.

"oh fuck, oh fuck ! I-im-"

You keen, your eyes rolled up, drool seeping from the corners of your lips. Your body twitches as it prepares to ride more waves of intense pleasure.

Chris shushes you, sticking a kiss to your temple

"cmon, that's it. Let it all out, my good girl"

A scream tore from your throat as you gushed all over him, stars spotted your vision. You just about made out the throb of his cock inside you, a deep grunt exiting his throat as his own high filled you up impossibly full.

When you came back to earth, you were soon wrapped in his arms with a blanket draped over the pair of you. Letting your exhausted state slip away into dreamland

Harpsinfinity 2025©

[dmitriene]

— chris redfield headcanons◞♡

summary: headcanons of chris redfield when he finally returns from a long mission to you, his beloved girl. content: bf! chris redfield x fem! reader tags: fluff, comfort, nsfw, smut, unprotected p in v, receiving-giving oral, fingering, marking, domestic chris. please enjoy your reading) 🎐 (18+ warning)

• chris redfield who is absent quite often due to his work and most of the time you are alone in your joint apartment.

• chris redfield who sincerely worries about this situation and all his thoughts are filled with only reflections on how you feel when you are alone.

• chris redfield who will urge you to text him and send him pictures about what you are doing and how your day is going, and even if he does not have time to review, he still cares.

• chris redfield who calls you immediately, once he knows that his work is over and he can safely return home, even if there are wounds on him that need to be treated — the most important thing is to hear your voice after a long time and look at every message.

• chris redfield that is incredibly nervous all the way home, which seems rather strange for such a reserved and firm man like him, but the mere thought that he will soon see you makes him constantly fidget nervously on the spot.

• chris redfield that comes home either in the early morning or late at night, and in both moments he literally melts from how charming you look in your sleepy state and his t shirt while standingon the doorstep.

• chris redfield who watching your eyes go out of sleep instantly when you notice how shabby and tired he looks and that puts the biggest smile on his face.

• chris redfield that gives you complete control over him, from the moment you take off his outerwear to the moment you slowly undress him in the bathroom while the tub is running hot.

• chris redfield whose muscles completely relax when he plunges into hot water and sits in the bathroom, half liddedly watching you twirl around in search of the right funds so you could treat your boyfriend properly.

• chris redfield who lets out soft growls while you massage his scalp and shoulders while you take your time to wash him, your touch is the best thing that has happened to him in a long time away while he murmuring softly, making you giggle — “You are so good to me, hun”

• chris redfield whose eyes get warmer when he sees you sitting on the edge of the bed and gently patting your knees with a warm smile on your face, while a first aid kit lies not far from you, ready to patch up his minor wounds.

• chris redfield who lays his head on your lap and enjoys the way you caress small scratches on his face while you tending to them, because you know that he refused medical help due to the fact that he wanted to get home to you faster.

• chris redfield who tries to get as few injuries as possible so that you don't have to mess with them for too long, or worse, see tears in your charming eyes because you are worried about his well being too much.

• chris redfield that refusing to let you out of his tight hugs when you put everything back in place and return to your bed, trapped between his strong muscular arms and warm body.

• chris redfield that covering your face with butterfly kisses that expressing all his gratitude and love as he holds you as close and tight as possible, making your face sink into his chest until you both fall asleep.

• chris redfield that covering every inch of your skin in hickeys and bites, the feel of his lips and tongue after a long time makes you flinch and whine under him.

• chris redfield whose fluttering brush of lips and teeth move from your neck to your thighs, teasing the thin skin that are dangerously close to your clothed clit, which has already left a wet spot on your panties in anticipation.

• chris redfield who with a smile on his lips pulls off the wet panties from you to replace them with his lips, spreading your labia with his tongue and starting slow caresses.

• chris redfield who speeds up as soon as he hears you whine and mewl, wanting more and he is happy to do everything for you, gradually penetrating deeper with his tongue and rubbing a small pea with his fingers while tracing small and soothing patterns.

• chris redfield from whose lips pouring the most tender praises and sweet words addressed in your direction, flying from his lips either in the form of a growl, or barely audible due to the inability to form words due to the spiraling breath.

• chris redfield kissing your clit after you orgasm, covering his lips and chin with his arousal while he gently traces patterns on your thighs, soothing.

• chris redfield barely holding back his moans when you decide to pay him back, teasingly running your finger over his bare and hard cock as he oozes precum.

• chris redfield shuddering and jerking his hips forward as he feels you rubbing his precum all over his urethra and gradually rubbing it along his impressive length.

• chris redfield that biting his lip and asking you not to stop when you actively begin to move your hand in smooth movements, stroking his urethra in parallel and deliberately catching it with your thumb, making him whisper — “Don't - d-don't stop, sweetheart”

• chris redfield that throwing his head back as you replace your hand with your puffy lips, smearing viscous saliva over smooth skin and clinging to the outline of the veins before thrusting deeper on his cock with your throat.

• chris redfield who is stroking your head as you suck your cheeks in, feeling tears well up in your eyes from the force of the pressure as his cock throbs in the hot inside of your mouth while he whispering sweet little praises for you.

• chris redfield that grunting once he feeling himself getting close to orgasm and gently squeezing your shoulder, trying to focus on your face as you bobbing your head up and down faster, causing him to mutter — “Honey, y-you don't need to - fuckgh!”

• chris redfield that watching you swallow all the sticky hot mess of his cum down your throat while he looking at you with dilated pupils and eyes full of love, as he leans in and kisses you softly on the lips.

• chris redfield that laying you down on the silk sheets of the bed like the most fragile figurine, enjoying your charming look and how fragile you seem in comparison to his broad body.

• chris redfield that gently holding your hips as he carefully slams your sopping cunt millimeter by millimeter onto his cock, enjoying every sweet moan and whine from your swollen pink lips.

• chris redfield who is showing maximum comfort and care after your sex, carefully carrying you to the bathroom and caring for you even more actively than you for him, whispering warmly in your ear — “Let me take care of you, hm? You do so good for me every time..”

© dmitriene - my masterlist

please, don't copy my works as your own, and if you want to post them somewhere else - contact me.

reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated, thank you for reading! ♡

[bitbugbites-re]

𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 23 | 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

there's not gonna be a spot in heaven for me after this LMAO

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 1𝔰𝔱

Damsel // ~8.6k words // NSFW, FLUFF

Carlos Oliveira x reader

As summer comes to an end, you’re desperate to get some pool time in while you still can. However, since it’s now October, you’re pretty much out of luck. Luckily for you, there’s an indoor pool at the Y. Not to mention, it comes along with a cute pool boy!

cw: fem! reader // NSFW, FLUFF // drowning // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 2𝔫𝔡

The Play That Went Wrong // ~6k words // NSFW, SOME FLUFF

Leon Kennedy x reader

Ramón Salazar was a cruel royal with a love for extravagance and was always looking for new ways to stay entertained. Unfortunately for you and your partner Leon, walking into his castle landed the both of you to star as lead roles in his game of “dollhouse.”

cw: fem! reader // NSFW, (some) FLUFF // roleplay, titfuck, fake relationship, semi-public sex, unprotected sex // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 3𝔯𝔡

Second Chance Scenario Masterlist // 6 chars. // NSFW, ANGST, (eventual) FLUFF

characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy, Luis Serra, Piers Nivans

cw: fem! reader // NSFW, ANGST, (eventual) FLUFF // hate sex, second chance, jealousy, etc. depends on character // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 4𝔱𝔥

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

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

cw: gn! reader // FLUFF, (slight) NSFW // lap pillow // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 5𝔱𝔥

Three Shots // ~3.5k // NSFW, some FLUFF

Leon Kennedy x reader

3 shots was all it took for you to get tipsy enough to drag Leon, your coworker, from a run-down bar to a bustling club. 3 shots, that was all it took, to kick-start the night that had you on top of the man you trusted your life with.

cw: fem! reader // NSFW, (some) FLUFF // collaring, sweat, embracing, ref. to re4r as a mission, car sex, drinking, semi-public sex, unprotected sex // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 6𝔱𝔥

First Kiss Headcanons // 3 chars. // FLUFF

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

cw: gn! reader // FLUFF // first kiss // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 7𝔱𝔥

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

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

cw: gn! reader // NSFW, FLUFF // virginity, foreplay // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 8𝔱𝔥

Mutual // word total wip // DARK, NSFW, (slight) ANGST

Leon Kennedy x reader

You’ve got a staring problem. Or, to be more specific – you have a staring-through-windows problem. Luckily for you though, it seems that the one you’ve set your sights on has a similar issue as well.

cw: DARK, NSFW, (slight) ANGST // stalking, dubcon, breeding, violence, almost yandere-like behavior(?), unprotected sex, etc.(?) // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 9𝔱𝔥

Mine // ~2.1k words // NSFW, FLUFF

Leon Kennedy x reader

Your husband, Leon, seems to love being a new father. He also seems to love the new territories that come along with it -- such as trying the milk you produce.

cw: fem! reader // NSFW, FLUFF // dilf! leon, married life, lactation kink, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, you and leon have a baby // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 10𝔱𝔥

Praise Headcanons // 3 chars. // FLUFF

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

cw: gn! reader // FLUFF // praise, love languages, nicknames/pet names // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 11𝔱𝔥

Bloodsucker // ~1.6k words // NSFW

Leon Kennedy x reader

First dates are exciting, and oftentimes, in more ways than one. Especially so, when they lead to sex in an empty movie theater -- one playing a horror movie, at that.

cw: NSFW // re4r leon!, movie theater sex, sensory deprivation, biting, fingering, both of you are a switch! fighting for dominance // ktober

For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!

[thewritersaddictions]

Resident Evil Death Island Master List

Leon S. Kennedy

Kinktober Series- Day Eight (10/08/24)

Christmas Series- Day Eleven (12/11/24)

Claire Redfield

Coming Soon

Chris Redfield

Coming Soon

Death Island All Together

Coming Soon

Death Island Tags-

[noturvlentine]

warm pale evening

Jake Muller (re6) x reader

based on this request 🖤 hope i got remotely close to what you had in mind!!!

this one’s a short one, but i kinda shoved the reader character into doing what Jake does alongside him- extending from the end cut scene of Jake in re6 where it’s suggested he’s still a mercenary but also helping fight B.O.Ws, so this is set post re6

do not copy my stuff elsewhere but reblogs are ok!!!

fluff basically, mentions of previous events

Summary- Jake and his lover are having a talk in bed about their worries sometime into the evening.

༺ ♰ ༻

Somewhere in the Middle East

August

01:20AM

The late summer atmosphere was starting to catch a little breeze. You didn’t know how long you were due to stay in this worn down flat- it was a cheap stay for the time being while Jake received intel on the latest B.O.W reports around the city. He had kept in touch with Sherry after what unfolded in 2012, though he wasn’t keen on being governed by any authority what so ever. You two were always on the move, stopping here and there to discreetly (but not so quietly) take down any bio-organic weapons along the way. You wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world- though it did make you worry about your relationship more than you should.

Jake stood on the balconet, his silhouette leaning wanderingly against the short railing behind the curtains. He’d left the slender door open, you could feel the light breeze wavering into the room. The door was like a large window, and the balcony was barely big enough to fit the two of you- it reminded you of Italy for some reason. You could tell Jake was eating away at his thoughts as he observed the clouded sky. You propped yourself up on your elbows, shifting on the bed to get a better look at him.

‘Jake?’

‘Mmm?’

‘Come back, it’s cold outside’

He turned his head in the dark, his silhouette craning its neck to get a better peak inside. He quietly made his way back into the room, shutting the small glass door behind him. Jakes sweatpants hung low at his hips as the rest of his bare torso dimly lit by the moon, making his way over to his side of the bed. You were in a thin white tshirt, probably one of his seeing as it was quite big on you, you’d both kicked off the covers hours before due to the heat. Jake shuffled the blanket to the side as the mattress sank beside you. There was no bed frame, just clean white sheets on a mattress, brushing up against warm wooden floors. He sat himself on the bed against the wall, slumping down to meet your level. He motioned for you to move closer to him, so you did, your head resting against his chest as his arm looped around your shoulders.

‘I’m worried you know-‘ you began, staring outside. Jake began gently twirling a strand of you hair around his finger.

‘Go ahead- I’m listening.’

A pause followed. Maybe now wasn’t the time for this, maybe you wanted to lie in silence with his arms wrapped around you.

‘What if it all goes wrong one day?- what if- fuck, I don’t know. What if something terrible happens and we lose each other-‘

‘Oh shut up.’ He teased amidst your sentimental stuttering.

‘Jake I’m being serious okay- I’m not at all against what we do but sometimes I could almost die thinking about it.’ You sighed, expecting some witty reply back from him. But he stayed silent for a while longer, thinking about whether to be completely honest with you or just to assure you that it was all okay.

‘Listen, I think about it too- in fact I was just drowning in that thought outside before you called me back in.’ He scoffed at himself- for once he’s not pretending. ‘God- I don’t even know where to start. But what’s important is this, we’re here right now and that’s all that matters right?’ You felt him shrug at his words as he brought his other hand up to your face, gently running his thumb across your cheekbone. You shifted your head up to look at him, tracing your finger across the scar on his face down to his chin, pulling him down to kiss you. It was long and sweet, delicate almost, as if the conversation wasn’t finished. You pulled away slightly to see the complexion in his eyes, searching them for some kind of answer. You sighed quietly and dropped your hand down to his chest, trailing it all the way to his side as you had your arm wrapped around him.

‘I just wanna love you without having to worry about it.’ You said as you snuggled up against him a little more.

‘Then do as you please. Love me without worry.’ He repeated, sliding down his pillow so that you were both somewhat levelled again. He spoke softly and carefully as his fingers continue to weave through your hair, his other hand now tracing small circles on your arm around him. You shifted onto your side a little more and slipped one of your legs between his.

‘Maybe we should call off kicking ass tomorrow and just lie like this for another day.’

You hummed in response.

‘One hell of a job it is, we should retire.’

‘It’s not really a job, Jake.’ You teased at him.

Jake chuckled in response, reaching a hand down the mattress to pull a bit of blanket on both of you.

AN: I have no idea what that is but it rendered kind of bittersweet in my head, kind of a bit domestic despite the setting I guess but it was fun!!!

[coff33notforme]

HEY! If you'd like to request a Leon Kennedy Fic please do! I wanna write for him so bad but I'm running low on ideas. Check my rules before requesting! But also if you'd like to request anything for Ada, Claire, Chris, or Jill please do!

[kaulitz420]

MASTERLIST :

REQUESTS: OPEN!

pls send requests i literally have nothing to write😭🙏

Some things I will write for:

TOKIO HOTEL

- Bill Kaulitz

- Tom Kaulitz

- Gustav Shäfer

- Georg Listing

YOUTUBERS

- Colby Brock

- Sam Golbach

- Jake Webber

- Johnnie Guilbert

STRANGER THINGS

- Eddie Munson

- Steve Harrington

- Billy Hargrove

COD

- Ghost

- Price

- König

- Soap

- Alejandro

- Honestly the whole 141 plus König💕😭

RESIDENT EVIL

- Leon Kennedy

- Chris Redfeild

- Ethan Winters

- Carlos Oliveira

HORROR MOVIE CHARACTERS

- Billy Loomis

- Stu Macher

- Ethan Landry

- Jennifer Check

- Brahms Heelshire

Things I will NOT write for:

- PEDOPHILIA

- PEE/SCAT/GROSS BODILY FLUID STUFF

- UNCONSENSUAL SEX

- ANGST WITHOUT A BITTERSWEET/FLUFF ENDING(it makes me feel bad i’m sorry😔)

- CHEATING

- Honestly, that’s basically it for now. I will update this constantly, so do not worry. I know I don’t have a lot of stuff on here now but I am always scared to watch new things so I will try to get into new movies and games so I can write better things for you guys.💕🥰

Much Love💕

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

Vendetta Chris Redfield x Civilian reader? Your writing is amazing! 🥹

FIRST! Before I post this I wanted to thank all of you for the older Leon post love because wow!! I really wasn’t expecting that AT ALL thank you so much. I got a little carried away on this one! I enjoyed writing it and it gave me and excuse to rewatch vendetta. There is no smut… BUT I can do a part two maybeee. PLEASE LEAVE STUFF IN MY INBOX, after this i have nothing </3

DISCLAIMER!! this is 18+ ONLY, please do not interact with my blog if you are underaged or don’t have age indicator in your bio!! thank you!!

gender neutral reader x Vendetta Chris Redfield.

Warnings: Mentions of explosions, blood, gore, close to death experience. Chris is over protective as fuck. Leon is dumb but so cute. BESTIE REBECCA TROPE.

Word count: 2,830

There was already chaos in the city, the only reason you knew is because your boss would rather die than send anybody home. But when he ran into the office, screaming that everyone needs to leave immediately, you knew there was something wrong. You tried to keep yourself calm, your heart beating so loud in your ears that you felt like you were going to puke. You walked out the double doors of the building, gripping at your bag . A loud gasp left your lips at the sound of a motorcycle roaring down the street, driving past you at least going eighty-six. This is a public area, starting right over by the district buildings. Right as you went to cross the street a loud explosion pushed you off your feet, throwing you to the ground. Your hand immediately flew to your head as you sat up, coughing from the wind literally being knocked out of you. You cleared your throat, blinking as a man squatted down to your height, offering his hand. He was speaking but the words were muffled, due to the fact that your body was still adjusting to the explosion that happened not even 10 feet away from you. With a pop your hearing cleared, along with your vision as you looked at the man.

“Are you alright?”

His voice was sweet, sultry and so so smooth. Like whiskey almost. You nodded your head as you pulled yourself up, ignoring his hand.

“Are you a cop?”

This was definitely a dumb question, you can see the snarky expression painted in his face. Your eyes trailed down his body, oh. He was in the military or something? Then something is really going down in the city.

“Because if you’re a cop, i have a gun in my bag i have a permit but-“

He put his hands up trying to ease you, bending down and handing you your bag.

“I’m no cop, but you should get out of the city. It’s getting bad.”

Your conversation was cut off by the loud sound of dogs snarling, Chris screaming loudly to who you assumed was his partner. All while you stood behind him, staring around the city as more loud bangs could be heard in the distance. Leon had yelled to Chris about getting through and bombing the rest of the trucks. Chris gritted his teeth watching as Leon sped off, the mutant dogs chasing after him. The anxiety kicked you in the jaw, your breathing labored a bit as Chris grabbed you by the arm, dragging you to the car.

“Just get in the back and stay down!”

Chris yelled as you got into the backseat, your hands shaking as you pressed your body against the cool leather seating. Chris was in the car not long after. I’m gonna die because I saw too much, or SOMETHING.(so you thought) There was no way you could make it out of this even with Chris by your side.

The drive was surprisingly calm after Chris bombed all the city's trucks. You sat in the back still staring out the window, rubbing at the bruise on your arm. Chris stared at you through the rear view window, tapping on the steering wheel.

“I’m Chris by the way, I didn’t mean to abduct you but, you got caught in crossfire.”

Even in a time like this Chris couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, his hand gripping at the steering wheel again.

“I’m (Y/N), and don’t be sorry I’m grateful, really. Thank you, Chris.”

Chris saved a hopeless civilian, you just kept thanking your lucky star you were in the right place at the right time.

When the car came to a stop, Chris turned to you, clearing his throat.

“Please- don’t leave the car. I won’t be more than maybe twenty minutes alright? Not that I care where you go or anything but, for your general safety.”

Chris spoke as he grabbed his gun from the passengers seat, checking sits magazine. His eyes shifted to the rear view window again, you saluted your fingers at him with a smile.

“Yes sir, Captain… Redfield?”

You squinted trying to read the badge on his chest. It was sarcasm and he couldn’t help but smirk before getting out of the car.

—-

You swore it wasn’t even 10 minutes but the anxiety was eating you alive. You groaned loudly, digging into your bag to find your pistol , squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a yell of adrenaline, pulling the shoes off your feet because god damn did they burn. You climbed out the backseat and opened the front door, even though the streets were empty you checked both ways before sprinting across. The front door to the building opened, your shaky hand pulling back the gun checking if it was ready to fire. Thank god your dad was a cop, because when he forced you to do all that training when you were younger you were thanking him from his grave. You ran down the flight of stairs, just following the sound of people. But the sound of “people '' was just a lot of moaning and groaning. You almost slipped off the last step, gaining your balance. You saw Chris surrounded by a bunch of… people? They were attacking him and he was shooting back but was obviously having trouble. You raised your arms with the pistol in hand, giving yourself a small mental pep talk which mostly consisted of “Please don’t shoot him” and “What if i shoot the wall” You squeezed your eye shut, your finger pressing into the trigger, a groan from Chris being heard as he pushed the now corpse off his body.

“Thank god Leon-“

Chris stopped dead in his tracks as he stood up, looking at you.

“What are you DOING?”

Chris screamed, walking towards you as you lowered the gun.

“I’m sorry! I got nervous by myself out there and when I came in here all I heard was grunting. I got worried!”

You yelled back as Chris ran his hand over his face in frustration. The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds before the door behind you swung open, Leon on his bike.

“Oh shit, sorry am I interrupting-“

“Shut up Leon, we have to find Rebecca.”

Chris cut Leon off before pointing at you.

“You stay behind me AND Leon and I swear to- whatever you believe in if you leave our sight, it won’t end up pretty.”

Leon let out a whistle as the two stepped ahead of you, you felt like a toddler. But the fear bubbled in you once more as you all walked into the room seeing Chris’ friend Rebecca strapped to the table. Her veins popping, her skin so pale. It made your stomach turn as Chris pulled her from the table, her groaning as he helped her to her feet.

——

Chris had mentioned something about finding a vaccine, and kept repeating the details over and over to you as you and him helped carry Rebecca to wherever you were going.

“Wait i’m not understanding Chris, Why-“

A bullet shot passed your leg, brushing it leaving a small chunk of your leg bare and bloody, a loud shriek leaving your lips as your grip on Rebecca got loose. You grabbed Rebecca's arm firmly, throwing it over your shoulder as Chris looked over the ledge. He knew what he had to do, he looked at Rebecca then back to you.

“Please remember what I asked of you.”

He was so fast, it’s scary actually.

“Here we go, let’s lay you down..”

You spoke softly to Rebecca as you propped her against the wall. Rebecca coughed, grabbing your arm as you went to turn away, but was too weak to speak. Though your leg was pouring blood, your pants ripped. You ran towards the staircase, listening to the groans and gunfire coming from Chris’ area. You shoved your way past the doors, looking down the long spiral staircase

“Mother fucker…”

You whispered to yourself before taking your first step down the steps which eventually led you right to the room as Chris described. Out of breath, grabbing at your ribs, the doors automatically opened. A small smile on your face as you went to grab at the green tank Chris had preached to you. Before you could pick it up you heard the noise of stomping behind you, finding whatever the fuck that thing was towering over you as you held the tank to your chest. A scream left your lips as you ducked as fast you could, sprinting towards the stairs before you made it back towards the entrance of the staircase, hearing the glass above you shatter. You closed your eyes and sprinted your way up the steps, trying to ignore every loud crash and bang filling your ears.

——

Still completely out of breath- you finally got back to Rebecca, your skin pale and your hands shaking as you pulled her legs to allow her to lay down, connecting the machine to your best ability. She stared up at you with shallow breaths before her eyes closed. You let out a string of curse words as you gently lifted her head, connecting the mask to her face and pressing the button on the machine. You flinched, your body covering over Rebecca at the sight of Leon and Chris fighting this horrendous monster, your vision getting blurry as you sat back, beside Rebecca, looking down at where you had been shot.

“Okay.. okay..”

You whispered as you pulled the belt off your waist from your pants, trying to tighten it around your thigh but failing. You’d never felt pain like this. You were normal, this wasn’t normal for you. Everyday you wake up, you mix the oat milk into your bitter coffee and you do paperwork, all. day. long. Maybe meeting Chris wasn’t the right thing, maybe you should’ve just stayed home today, Maybe you shouldn’t have even moved to New York. Flashbacks of you and your dad arguing filled your head as your fingers grazed over your open wound once again. You fluttered your eyes open, smiling as Rebecca’s color started to come back. At least somebody important like her could live, important people like Chris- like Leon. They live, boring people like you die to assist.

—-

You were passed out and don’t remember much. But Chris does.

Chris helped Leon up, staring down at the timer on his watch letting out a yell of Rebecca’s name as he ran towards where he left the two of you. His chest aching at the site of your belt loosely laid around your thigh, but Rebecca laid quietly, her breathing steady and the vaccine was given to her. Chris groaned as he lifted you up, holding you to him. Stranger, sure. But somebody with your drive is needed.

—-

The sounds of beeping woke you up, a sharp breath leaving your nose as your eyes opened. The heart monitor went off as you sat up. Oh? A hospital?.. Your hand reached up to feel the beating of your heart, sighing in relief before a pair of heavy boots ran into the room followed by another… and another.

“Chris?”

You coughed, your voice was weak from not speaking days on end. It turns out you weren’t just shot in the leg, but in the side too. And when Rebecca reached out for you, it’s what she was trying to tell you. Chris wore.. somewhat normal clothing, leaning on the bed frame you laid on, watching Rebecca leave the room.

“Thank you, for what you did. You don’t understand you are a Hero-“

You cut Chris off, pointing to him.

“No, Chris. I’m not you. I watched you and Leon in actual shock.. I mean- my dad was a police officer but never have I seen stuff like.. well, that.”

You rambled, looking at the man in front of you. He stared at you in what admiration?

“You have to brainwash me now huh, or kill me, either one”

You joked as you laid your head back against the pillow. You gasped, your hand flying to your mouth as you pointed out the window to the city. Chris nodded but laughed.

“I’m sorry your flat was destroyed but, my organization wants to fund you with permanent housing till we can figure out a situation for you.”

Chris walked around the bed and sat down on the chair next to your bed, your head turning to him.

“Oh so, I’m gonna be a prisoner..”

You teased before he handed you a pair of keys.

“By my organization I mean me, you’ll be staying with me. You’re welcome.”

——-

Chris Redfield. A man of his word. You grew fond of him way too quickly, waking up in the morning to him leaving for the day but as he walked out the door he let you know he made you coffee and bought oat milk and it’s in the fridge. He was rough on the outside but he was an angelic man. He cared for so many people, and he doesn’t like to admit the trauma he has faced. Nights where the two of you sit eating dinner and he tells you stories of all the places he has been. You could see the pain in his eyes though and it made you feel for him. You wish you could hear what he went through, but even from what you saw, it’s too much.

——

You set the table and all, making dinner for Chris and you put your whole heart and soul into it. He comes home at 9:30 every night, so everything was ready and you wore the nicest shirt you own that Rebecca had let you borrow but you still were nervous.

Chris never showed up though, and you sat at the table, tears filling your eyes as you watched the door in silence. You hadn’t even realized you fell asleep till you heard the door slam open, your head lifting off the table to see Chris walk in, his face cut up and dirty. You could see the moment his face dropped seeing you had prepared something nice, for him.

Immediately standing you ran to the kitchen grabbing a wet towel before walking back to Chris.

“What happened Chris? Jesus..”

Chris allowed you to lead him over to the bathroom, sitting him on the toilet. Chris couldn’t help but smirk at you, the worried look on your face, your eyebrows frowned as you wiped at his face. Chris’ hand reached up, his thumb running across the dry tears on your cheeks. You turned your face away, continuing to wipe his face. Chris sighed, grabbing your hand, kissing your knuckle as he closed his eyes.

“When I go out like that, I get so scared I won’t come back and I will leave you wondering..”

Chris sighed as he took in your scent. Your eyes stared down at him, feeling your heart rate pick up as he brought your hand to his chest.

“And look at you.. you got dressed up and made me dinner? Just for me to leave you hanging.”

You shook your head at him, your hands cradling his jaw.

“No matter what time, no matter what day, even if it’s weeks, years. I’ll be here. I mean I do live here..”

You joked, your nose scrunching, causing Chris to let out a genuine laugh. Chris’ hands rested on your hips as you put the towel down, applying antibiotic ointment to his cheek and his nose. Chris watched you place the tube down, mentally screaming at himself as he stood, his hands holding your cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours softly. If you told anybody Chris was the type of man to allow his partner to put bandaids on his scratches and give them soft kisses in return, they would laugh at you. Chris broke the kiss, sighing as he looked in the mirror, his hand running over his scruff. He’s really acting like he didn’t just kiss you. You stood there, hands at your side as you watched him pull his shirt over his head.

“I love you Chris.”

You blurted out, your breath skipping as he looked at you from the mirror. Reminding you of when the two of you first met, him staring at you through that rear view window.

“I love you too.”

[blueysobssesions]

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆?

𝐶𝒉𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑅𝑒𝑑𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

⛌ - He'll be the big spoon and you'll be his small spoon. He likes it that way but, if you want to be the big spoon then no problem. He laughs when you try to wrap your arms around his huge body.

⛌ - Cuddling you from behind is another thing! He enjoys wrapping his arms around your waist while snuggling his face on to your hair.

⛌ - He likes praising you while cuddling. Please praise him too 🥺

⛌ - He likes to put his face onto your stomach too ;)

⛌ - You laying on top of him and your face between those big bob-

[ps5captures7]

ADA WONG in Resident Evil 4: Seperate Ways (2023)

Captured On PS5, By Me

Capture dates - ??

Post date - Monday, September 23rd 2024

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[well-lets-go-write]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chris Redfield/Reader Characters: Chris Redfield, Reader, Jill Valentine, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Romance, Eventual Smut, One Shot, Cross-Posted on Tumblr Summary:

(Y/N) a SOA agent for the BSAA had recently returned home from a grueling extensive mission in the jungles of South America. On her first night home she was resting peacefully, when a sudden and loud knock echoed through her small apartment. But no one was at the door, instead a fancy small green envelope with raised gold lettering greeted her on the door mat. (Y/N) had been invited to a prestigious masquerade fundraiser hosted by the finchale backers of the BSAA and the DOS.(Y/N) had no intention in running into her rival and secret crush at said event, nor did she plan on ‘accidentally’ confessing said feelings for a certain Captain. But she didn’t realize, or simply hadn’t noticed, who she was conversing with for the majority of the night, said Captain, until he asks for a dance, a dance only the two of them could know.