#emily berkhoff x reader

[silentcrowsilentravens]

Sorry if it's dumb, but could I ask for Sheva, Jill, Tundra, and January meeting the reader when the reader accidentally saves them?

Not dumb <3

Sheva Alomar, Jill Valentine, Emily Berkhoff, and January Van Sant meet the reader when the reader (accidentally) saves them.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: violence, injury, blood.

Masterlists here!

Sheva Alomar

They've everywhere.

You don't know what to do.

You don't know where to go. The entire population of your home city, Kijuju, seems to have been overtaken by something that's making everybody sick and... and bloodthirsty. Everywhere you turn, you find weapons being swung at you or guns pointed your way.

You aren't sure how you've managed to stay alive for this long, all you know is that you need to keep moving because if you don't, they'll catch up to you.

You force your way into a nearby building and start heading upstairs. Roofs seem to be working out for you...

Well, when scary flying creatures aren't occupying the air, anyway.

Click. Click. Click.

"Chris, I'm out of ammo!" Sheva shouts, continuing to steadily put distance between herself and the chainsaw-wielding majini intent on carving her open.

"Me too. These infected won't stop coming!"

"Damn."

Sheva needs to devise a new strategy. Chris is preoccupied with fending off the rest of the majini while she's trying to get this guy's key, but she can't risk getting close enough to take it off him while he's swinging that thing around. She'll lose fingers. Or a limb. Or worse.

Blowing open those barrels wasn't enough to take him out.

A nasty shock from that falling transformer wasn't enough to take him out.

He can't be indestructible, right? Sheva has never met a B.O.W. that she can't take down. And make stay down as well.

Is there something else around her she can use to knock this guy's lights out?

She takes a quick step backward to avoid another swing from the chainsaw, which manages to graze her necklace and sever the cord.

Think, think, think.

There's a loud cracking noise.

Suddenly, a portion of the overhang they're standing under caves in, burying the chainsaw-wielding majini beneath the rubble.

A figure falls alongside all of the material. Sheva instinctively grips the handle of her knife, thinking it's another enemy, but quickly lets go upon realizing it isn't.

"Are you alright?!" she asks, rushing to your side. Upon closer inspection, the question isn't necessary. Your left calf is clearly not straight. You tell her that it hurts.

"Okay, I've got you." Sheva grabs the key, which she can see hanging from a bit of thigh that's sticking out, and pulls one of your arms across her shoulders so that she can help you stand. "Chris, I have an injured civilian over here!" After a moment, she remembers to tag on, "I finally have the key, too."

"I'm heading over," Chris says.

You start crying, relieved to finally see another friendly face.

"Hey, you're going to be okay," Sheva tries to reassure you. "I'm going to make sure you get somewhere safe where you can be looked at."

"Thank you..." you trail off.

"Sheva. Sheva Alomar. What's your name?"

Jill Valentine

You are decidedly lost. This is your first mission with the FBC, and to say it isn't going well would be an understatement.

You and Rachel were heading to the back of the Queen Zenobia and shortly after acquiring the key to the freight lift, got attacked by some sort of slimy, faceless monster.

In your attempt to flee, you got separated from Rachel and made your way into an entirely unfamiliar area of the ship. She has the map.

You've since entirely depleted your ammunition on those nasty things, which have begun to pop up everywhere.

You're effectively screwed.

"Great, not another one..."

You stare at the shadow peeking from around a nearby corner, indicating that a B.O.W. is shambling its way closer. Maybe you can find a hiding place?

Jill just woke up. Her weapons are gone. Her partner is gone. She doesn't know where exactly she is, only that it's a room somewhere on the ship. She's locked in.

Parker is experiencing the same thing, it sounds like.

"Can you reach HQ?"Jill asks into her earpiece.

"No, comms are out, it seems," Parker replies. "We should regroup."

Jill finds herself a screwdriver and, after putting the head of an ooze hiding in the room through the TV, gets the door open.

The exact moment she steps out of the room, another ooze launches itself at her from the corridor to her right.

Jill easily ducks under its outstretched arms and steps out of its path.

It collides headfirst into the wall before straightening up and giving it a second go.

Jill slides over an ornate storage chest pushed up against the wall, leaving the ooze to run into it. From inside, she catches a muffled "gah!" that gives her pause.

Suddenly, the lid of the chest slams open, smacking the ooze's hanging head. It falls backward and Jill quickly takes the opportunity to stomp its soft skull in.

"Holy crap..." you mumble at the display, still peeking out of the chest.

"Who are you?" Jill questions.

You state your name and shakily hold up your FBC ID card. "I'm with the Federal Bioterrorism Commission. I was sent down here to investigate but I lost my partner."

"You and me both," she says. "Jill Valentine. Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. Thanks for lending me a hand."

"Yeah, uh, no problem."

"Why don't you come with me? We can search for our partners together."

If this intimidating woman wants you by her side, you certainly aren't going to turn her down. You manage a smile. "Okay. Sure."

Emily Berkhoff

It's only by sheer luck that you've managed to make it this far. For what now feels like an eternity, you've been running around, fearing for your life, and shoving yourself into every dark place you can find in an attempt to avoid the monsters.

It's almost dawn. You thought they may have finally grown tired of decimating the village when things got quiet a few hours ago, but since those black roots began to erupt from the ground, they've started returning in packs.

You decide to change your hiding spot again and find yourself in someone's barn. As you start poking around, you realize you have company. It's quite possibly the largest pig you've ever seen, and it does not take kindly to your presence.

You flee out the side of the building with the animal hot on your heels.

Emily, moving in on Miranda with the rest of the Hound Wolf Squad on Captain Redfield's orders, is not too far away. She's mowing down B.O.W. after B.O.W.

You make a beeline for a tree and quickly scramble up the trunk. The pig gives up, but you don't. You keep climbing.

Emily pauses to reload her gun.

A voice speaks into her earpiece with urgency. "Tundra, watch your six!"

She's still in the process of loading a new clip when she whips around, coming face to face with a hairy B.O.W. lunging right at her.

There's a loud crack.

A rather large branch, with you still clinging onto it, comes crashing down, stopping the beast short. The landing isn't particularly pleasant, and you don't even realize what you've just done. You groan, then jolt when a bit of blood splatters onto you.

With the B.O.W. neutralized, Emily seizes you by your coat and starts dragging you over to cover. "Alpha, I have a survivor over here!"

You've never seen anything like the goggles Emily has on, and while you're still dazed, all those black lenses look like bug eyes. You begin to flail about, thinking that a new monster has found you.

"Hey, I need you to calm down."

You do not. You pry at her hands, but her grip is too strong for you to break. When she tries to check you over, you push against her tactical vest and attempt to keep her away.

"I'm just trying to help you, alright?" Finally, she flips up her goggles and pulls down her face covering. Slowly, you begin to process that you're looking at another human, not some creature. "That fall seemed pretty bad. Did you break anything?"

"...Uh... I-I don't think so."

"Okay. I'm going to need you to stay with me so I can get you out of here. There's a chopper that'll get you to safety."

"A what?"

"There's a vehicle that'll get you to safety," she says, helping you to your feet. "Come on. I'll protect you."

You believe her. "A-alright..."

January Van Sant

January lets out a sigh as the lights switch off yet again. Does the asshole who's putting them through this shit not know any other tactics? She's getting real tired of fumbling around in the dark.

She's just going to get the key she came in here for and get out. The sooner she gets this test over with, the sooner she can return to thinking about a way to escape this hellhole.

"Bingo." Key successfully snagged, January begins navigating her way back to the exit. She doesn't see the wires some fool left strewn across the floor because, y'know, it's pitch black. She catches herself before she can faceplant, but drops her gun and key in the process. "Aw, hell."

Suddenly, there's a series of loud bangs at the door. Seems the mastermind was kind enough to lock her inside. Whatever. Sounds like someone is already in the process of getting it open.

She crouches down and starts searching. It isn't too long before her fingers brush against the key. Now, where's her weapon? She kind of needs that.

A groan comes from somewhere nearby.

Correction: She really needs her weapon.

A zombie rounds the nearby corner, making a beeline for her.

Where is her fucking gun? It couldn't have landed that far away!

The door flies open, sandwiching the approaching zombie between it and the wall.

Light from the hallway spills into the space. January finally locates her pistol.

You land roughly on the floor, and the zombie follows suit a few seconds later.

When your gaze travels up, you find yourself staring down the barrel of a gun. "Whoa, don't shoot!"

A bullet whizzes past your shoulder and strikes the zombie crawling toward you in the forehead. It stills completely.

"Chill. You saved my skin, so I'm just returning the favor."

"Oh... I didn't even realize."

January snorts. "Yeah, I can tell." She tucks her pistol into the back of her pants and after a beat, holds out a hand to help you up. You take it. "This your first test or somethin'?"

"Second."

She looks you up and down. "Well, I usually prefer to work alone when I can, but if you want to stick with me... I guess I wouldn't mind showing you a few of the tips and tricks I've picked up to survive the waves of ass this place'll throw at you."

"Yeah... I'd like that."

"Cool. The more of us that stay alive, the better." When she leaves the room, you follow. "You can call me Jan, by the way. You got a name?"

[juicycoutureheaux]

Something's Gotta Give

A Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader oneshot

Summary: Reader is an overworked lab assistant, on a European BSAA base. She gets acquainted with Hound Wolf Squad's leader in an interesting tradeoff.

I had this story in the drafts for a minute and finally decided to finish it! I'm lowkey thinking of turning it into a series. I hate that Chris always has an unhappy ending and i just want to write some domestic fluff for him. IDK we will see! lol This story also has a soundtrack (Surprise, surprise) I wrote this to Ella Fitzgerald sings the Johnny Mercer songbook album. I love how romantic and playful her voice is and it kind of fits the theme of the story.

Enjoy!

This story has explicit sexual content. Intended for 18+ readers only.

Captain Redfield was truly tired. He and his team had been trying to contain a new outbreak in Europe; and it was proving to be a lot more difficult than initially thought.

The “Virus” seemed to be some kind of mold derivative similar to the Outbreak in Dulvey, Louisiana. He was frustrated, of course. Just when they were starting to understand certain aspects of the virus, it was as if some new information would develop and derail the entire investigation.

The BSAA and Blue Umbrella decided in their collaboration to send a team of researchers and assistants to the site. Y/N had been employed with the BSAA for around two years. She decided to try her luck with the organization, as they were eager to get young minds in with the promise of real life experience and education provided. Y/N bought into it, desperate to get out of her situation back home.

She didn’t want to be cursed to waiting tables and chasing a pipe dream of higher education for the rest of her life; she had to get out of the small town and earn the life she couldn’t afford otherwise.

When Y/N wasn’t buried in lab reports, she would try to socialize with the others on base. The base seemed segregated between field agents and “coats”. Y/N would always try to build bridges, with no luck; or so she thought.

Although Emily Berkhoff and Y/N bonded over being the same gender in a male dominated field; they both soon learned they had similar upbringings. Soon after gaining Emily’s trust, the other hound wolf squad members warmed up to her; with the exception of their Captain.

Y/N could only sympathize; there were rumors about him, he was a founding member of the BSAA. People like her were usually the bad guys. She just told herself she didn’t need his trust, she just wanted to keep it cordial.

Which made it all the more interesting when they formed their symbiotic relationship.

Y/N was staying up late in the common area going over reports. She decided to burn the midnight oil and be prepared to impress the doctor on the leading study. She felt like she had to try harder because she didn’t have the education as some of the other staff on the project.

She was actually a transfer from the United States military, and her ASVAB scores were impressive to say the least. She was then recruited by the BSAA after being involved in an outbreak as a military personnel.

She was now working as a research assistant amongst colleagues who had doctorates from distinguished institutions. All she had was the equivalent of a “Good Job!” Sticker from the military. Her bachelors degree she earned meant nothing in this arena. She could tell her colleagues felt differently about her because of this, they weren’t outwardly aggressive of course; it was little things. When they weren’t assigning her grunt work, they would always look over her shoulder and “micromanage” her. She was sick of it.

She felt ready to start pursuing her doctorate, however, the department head of her program thought she needed more experience before admitting her to the doctorate program.

Y/n was crushed, so she went to the common area to grab some coffee and to start working on a petition for her doctorate.She was hellbent on making it happen, even if she had to do it without any support from her superiors.

Y/N was deep in thought when heavy footsteps brought her back onto planet earth.

Captain Redfield walked into the common area. He looked exhausted and his usual dark circles looked even darker today.

“Hey there.” She said softly as to not surprise him. She wanted to be polite, but also to announce herself as to avoid an awkward situation.

“Hey.” He said a little off guard. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” He scratched his head awkwardly. “I didn't expect to see anyone here.”

“I guess they must all be asleep, it is 3:00 am.” You said uncomfortably. The captain always made you feel uneasy, you couldn’t decide if it was because of his actual personality or if it was because he was your superior.

Either way you had to suck it up when he grabbed the chair next you and sat in it.

“Whatcha working on y/l/n?” He took a sip of his coffee. “Or is it Dr.Y/LN now?” His smile was friendly.

Y/N only wished she could return it. “I wish, they’re making me really work for it.”

Chris gave you a confused look. “They’re not putting you in the doctorate program? Didn’t they just start a new class?”

You looked at him with sad, tired eyes. You couldn’t help it, you started to tear up. You quickly turned away. You felt like a child; crying tears of anger and frustration In front of a founding member. It's not like he would care anyway, you were just some lowly assistant, no wonder they thought you were under qualified, you were too emotional.

It was as if right on cue you felt a warm, heavy hand on your back.You looked over to see Chris looking at you with an apologetic look.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, Y/N. I genuinely thought they would have put you in the program.”

“Yeah, well we all can’t have degrees and internships from prestigious institutions. I think they just prefer to keep me as an assistant.” She wiped her tears away and put her head on the table.

“You know y/n, when they told me about you, I desperately wanted you on my team.” He said.

Y/n looked at him with doubtful eyes. “You’re just saying that because I’m upset.”

“I’m serious Y/N! I was so disappointed when they put you with the coats in the lab. I thought your resume suited you better as a field researcher!” You looked at him in surprise. This whole time you thought Chris hated you, turns out he was a supporter of yours.

Chris continued “I thought it was typical they’d save the best for themselves, but it makes sense they wouldn’t treat you like you deserved.”

“I prefer working in the lab; you know, most of the things I see are either simple samples or neutralized specimens. I couldn’t imagine being in the same room let alone fighting those monsters face to face. Not after the outbreak on the base I was stationed at.”

“You get used to it after a while. The monsters I mean.” He said into his coffee thoughtfully.

“You know the fucked up part I always think about? They used to be people; people who had lives, thoughts and dreams. Then by some complete fucked up luck they get turned into these hideous creatures. To be honest, I would probably be angry and try to kill normal humans too.” You turned to him “I’m sorry, I was just thinking out loud again, you know that saying, 3:00 am thoughts.” You giggled nervously.

“No, no need to apologize. That's a good way to put it.” he said. Chris rested his head in his large palm. “Where you from Y/N?” he asked casually

You had to think about it; this was the longest the captain had interacted with you and now he was asking you personal questions.

“South Georgia sir.”

He smiled at you, what was in that coffee? You had never seen him so social and especially not with anyone like you. This was odd.

“I thought I heard a southern twang, I'm from Tennessee myself.”

“No way, Captain Redfield is a southern gentleman?” you said in an over exaggerated southern accent.

He let out a warm rumble of a laugh. It made you smile.

“You can call me Chris when it's just you and me you know.”

That made you blush. Just you and me.

“Thank you, Chris.“ You said shyly.

“I’m still upset about how they disregarded you for the doctorate program, how about you and I make a deal?” he said enthusiastically.

“I’m not joining your team Chris.” You said cutting him off.

“I wasn’t going to ask that of you; I was, however, going to ask you to look over some of the information we’ve uncovered on our missions here. There’s a lot of new information forming and I'd like to have the best in the business to give me progress reports on it.”

You looked at him in disbelief. “Captain, I think you have too much faith in my abilities. I don’t think you want me looking over any of this.”

“I think you’re just the right person Y/N. You can show those bastards up for not promoting you.” he took another sip of his now lukewarm coffee. “Plus you can meet up with me and attempt to brief me on what's going on with this virus/mold shit.”

Damn he was charming. You loved it though, he knew exactly what to say, no wonder he had lasted so long in this business with a loyal following.

“Okay fine, Redfield, since you want to spend time with me so bad.” you said jokingly. Never in a million years, hell even 30 minutes ago would you have thought of being this buddy-buddy with the ALPHA of Hound Wolf Squad.

“It’s a deal, and once you make your groundbreaking discovery, thanks to my ingenious plan,” he said with a false cockiness “they’ll be obligated to put you in that doctorate program.”

You smiled, he had so much faith in you. You didn’t want to disappoint him.

And that’s how their late night meetings began.

Chris would smuggle in the data and Y/N would go through it and try to explain her findings the best she could.

He would just nod stoically and try to follow along.

Mostly the two of them would just chatter while y/n examined and recorded the data.

“You actually like this elevator music Y/N?” he would try to get a rise out of her.

“Of course you wouldn’t appreciate Johnny Mercer.” She would poke back. “He’s from my hometown, only people with actual taste would be able to appreciate his works.” she would chide.

Chris would only roll his eyes.

The two made great strides together personally and professionally.

It turns out Y/N had an impressive talent for researching and unraveling the mystery of the mold’s core makeup. Her discoveries led to her acceptance into the doctorate program, much to her supervisor’s disdain and embarrassment.

Chris was able to advocate for Y/N’s work to the BSAA’s director and received the greenlight for further research into a vaccine of sorts.

The two decided even though they had accomplished their goals with said deal; they were actually quite fond of eachother.

Chris looked at the clock above the sink in the communal room. “She’s late,” he thought. She usually never was, but of course tonight of all nights, he didn’t want to be alone. He sighed and got up to go back to his room to stare at the ceiling.

As he was on his way out he bumped into her.

“Hey! Where ya going?” She asked cheerfully.

He couldn’t help but smile and give her a hard time. “Well someone was late and I thought she forgot all about me.”

“You know I could never forget about you Chris.” She was holding something in her hands.

“Well I was trying to surprise you, but I guess Mr. Impatient couldn’t help himself.”

“Not my fault you were late sweetheart.” he said with a smirk on his face.

“Happy Birthday Chris.” Y/N said sweetly holding up a plate of little yellow muffins.

He was shocked, no one had done this for him before.

Y/N put one small candle in the treat and lit it for him. “Do you want me to sing happy birthday for you?” she said half jokingly.

Chris couldn’t contain his smile. “No, thanks though, this is definitely enough. He blew out the candle. “Is it too much to ask for some company to accompany these uh…? “ He didn’t know exactly what these were.

“Magdalenas.” She said, “My mom used to make these when we were low on cash as treats. You can find the ingredients in any pantry.”

“They’re delicious.” he said as he took a bite out of the zesty treat. “How did you know it was my birthday?”

“You let it slip one time when we were in deep discussion about zodiacs.” you said confidently.

“Which I still think is a bunch of bullshit.”

Y/N laughed. She loved how he didn’t hold back.

“You know when I first started working on this base I would have never thought we’d be close like this.” Y/N said casually.

“What do you mean?”

Y/N let out a sigh “I thought you hated me. “

Chris started to laugh “Seriously, you thought I hated you?”

“Chris! You literally would not talk to me for the first couple of times we met!” You laughed at him

“Maybe I was blinded by how beautiful you are, maybe I was intimidated.” He said tauntingly

“Oh whatever.” You rolled your eyes.

He spoke up. “You are!”

“Captain Redfield, are you hitting on a young lady like myself? What will my father say?” You said in that mocking southern belle tone.

“I’m serious Y/N.” He said as he got closer.

Chris was inches from your face.

He pulled away. “There are definitely cameras in this room, maybe we should take this somewhere more private. If you want, of course.”

She smiled at him. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

“I’ll meet you in my personal quarters if you’re up to it.” He winked at you.

You couldn’t make up your mind. Would you go to the Captain’s quarters and sleep with him? He was at least 20 years her senior; but damn he was fucking sexy and he smelled so good.

You decided to go against your better judgment and knock on the captain's door. You hoped this wasn’t some cruel joke. He opened the door and was wearing a white t-shirt and the same pants from earlier.

“I’m glad you stopped by.” He said.

“Well I just couldn’t resist the chance of seeing your personal room.” She winked at him.

He opened the door wider so you could enter. His personal quarters were neat save for papers strewn on his table. There weren’t many personal effects in his room, you thought there would be photos or something more personal than the standard issue furniture.

He broke you out of your thoughts when he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and started kissing on your neck.

You melted into the kiss and let out a soft moan.

You turned around to meet his lips and wasted no time deepening the kiss.

He picked you up much to your surprise, and laid you down on the bed, his body pressing into yours.

You felt a warmth starting to spread in your lower abdomen as his hands started to travel along your body. He was gentle and took his time with you, not wanting to rush the moment.

Eventually the two of you came up for air and you removed your shirt, revealing a simple undergarment.

You blushed thinking how unprepared you were for this moment and as if sensing your insecurity, Chris started to kiss down to your neck and linger in the sweet spot at the base of your neck as he unclasped your bra.

He then traveled down to your skirt and pushed it up around your waist revealing your panties and your shapely thighs.

You started to feel self conscious, how long has it been since you’ve been naked in front of someone else? You’ve never been with someone as attractive as Chris either.

“You okay?” He said as he gently cupped the side of your face with his large hand.

You smiled sheepishly and kissed his palm. “It’s honestly been a while for me.”

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry beautiful.” He said and kissed your cheek.

He pulled your panties to the side and caressed your already damp folds.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy baby.”

You blushed, Chris liked to talk dirty apparently.

He started to play with your clit, which elicited a moan from your lips. His skilled fingers knew exactly what to do and how to touch you.

He withdrew his fingers from you and pulled down your panties fully. He then began teasing you with his tongue instead. You felt like you were close to climaxing as you grabbed fistfuls of his hair as he began to show you no mercy. After letting out a cry you came.

You had never cum like that before and you made the connection you would be wrapped around his finger now.

You wanted to return the favor so you reached for his pants to undo them. He got the hint and helped you remove his pants and boxers.

His cock was big. You had fantasized about this moment for a while, but you never thought the real thing would be better than you imagined.

You began to stroke his cock to tease him, he groaned and slightly thrusted his manhood in your hand. He had been so generous to you, so you decided to not make him wait any longer.

You began pleasuring him with your mouth, he gently ran his fingers through your hair and you loved it. You could feel his cock twitch in your mouth and you knew he was close. “I don’t want to cum just yet Y/N.” he moaned. You took your mouth off of his member and leaned up to kiss him. He pulled you in by the back of your head and you shared a passionate kiss.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” he moaned into your ear. You couldn’t help but wrap your legs around his waist instinctively.

“You think you can handle me sweetheart?” he said, lining his cock up with your entrance. You kissed him “I’m a big girl, I’m sure I can handle it.” He put his hand on your cheek and you nuzzled into it.

He pressed into your wet entrance with his thick member and you wanted more. He was going painfully slow, so you bit his neck as if to signal you wanted more.

“You’re a bit impatient aren’t you babe?”

“I want to feel nothing but your cock inside me, can you blame me?”

That made something in Chris feral, he entered you to the hilt without warning and you gasped in pleasure and surprise. His thrusts were deep and meaningful, and you could feel the head of his cock graze hit your cervix with each rhythmic thrust. You were absolutely seeing stars.

“I’m close Y/N.” he said shakily

“Please, cum in me.” You said begging.

He pulled out of you, much to your dismay. You were embarrassed, you should have figured a guy as important as Chris wouldn’t even want to risk being tied to you for 18+ years.

All those thoughts left you as soon as he readjusted the position, and he was behind you. He positioned you from behind where your back was to his chest. You were on your knees with his hand lightly grasping your neck. He thrust into you until he came deeply inside you. You could feel his seed coat your insides and you felt warmer than ever. He stayed inside of you and continued to play with your breasts while he kissed your neck.

You didn’t realize at first, but you were panting; he had completely worn you out. Chris then placed you on your side and the two of you laid there intertwined for a moment before Chris broke the silence.

“Let’s just retire and run off into the sunset Y/N.” he said dreamily.

“Aren’t men supposed to have a clear mind after orgasming?” You turned to him.

“I do have a clear mind, I’d be silly not to entertain the thought of settling down with the angel in front of me.” he was playing with your hair now.

All you could do was laugh incredulously. “And you say that zodiac stuff is bullshit.”

He just rolled his eyes and kissed you again.

“You really deserve a happy life Chris, I wish we had met sooner.” you blurted out.

“I don’t. I wouldn’t have treated you right.” he said offhandedly.

You closed the gap between you with another kiss, you couldn’t get enough of him.

“Stay with me at least for tonight?” he said looking into your eyes.

You couldn’t say no. “Of course I will.” you said nuzzling into him.

[silentcrowsilentravens]

Gender ambiguous reader

Emily with a s/o that likes to smother her face in kisses - (RE Village)

Meeting the reader when the reader accidentally saves her - (RE Village)

[silentcrowsilentravens]

may I get the rest of the Resi ladies with a S/O that smothers their face in kisses? Please and thank you 👀👀

Y'all like this prompt a whole lot, huh? You certainly can.

Claire Redfield, Zoe Baker, Rachel Foley, Ada Wong, Sheva Alomar, Helena Harper, Alex Wesker, and Emily Berkhoff with a s/o that likes to smother their face in kisses.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Claire Redfield

Claire's a definite fan of when you do this. She's usually rather physically affectionate towards you, and you want to match that energy?

She's loving it. Completely soaking it up and latching onto the nice feeling it's giving her.

You're putting a huge smile on her face.

And when you're done...

Your face. Hand it over. Offer it up. It's your turn now.

Zoe Baker

Although Zoe isn't shy when it comes to giving you affection, she can get kind of flustered when things are the other way around.

That being said, you instantly turn Zoe into a mess when you start smothering her face in kisses.

Her cheeks and the tips of her ears turn red.

She's stammering a bit and giving you this goofy, lovesick look when you're finished.

Thanks for that. Zoe's mood has definitely improved.

Rachel Foley

Rachel realizes what's coming before you even start. You don't go and brush her hair out of her face if you're just going to kiss her on the cheek. You already have full left-cheek access, my friend!

Even with the foresight, though, Rachel doesn't manage to fully prepare herself for the amount of affection you end up giving her.

You get a "whoa, okay" out of her.

Her face is completely red by the time you finish.

She's pursing her lips to hide how hard she's smiling.

Ada Wong

Ada...

is a lot like a cat.

Sometimes she's receptive to loads of affection from you; sometimes she wants her space and prefers not to be touched. You ought to make sure she's in the mood before you do this.

You go to press a kiss against her cheek and she leans into your touch without even realizing.

Then, you kiss her other cheek, and the next thing Ada knows, you're going in on her whole face.

She's slightly taken off guard (not that it shows), but internally she's thinking, yes, this is nice.

Sheva Alomar

Sheva gives you a decent amount of quick kisses on the cheeks, temple, tip of your nose, forehead, etc. Often for no reason in particular.

She just loves kissing you. Like, a lot. You decide to unleash your deluge of affection after Sheva gives you one of those random kisses.

She's somewhat taken aback. In a good way.

Delighted laughter is leaving her lips.

She will be returning the favor <3

Helena Harper

Helena does not know how to handle this. She is fully malfunctioning.

How does talking work again?

How does she move.

Is she still breathing?

She's going to pass the fuck out.

By the time you pull away, there are a million thoughts racing through Helena's head and none of them are bad. She has to clear her throat before she speaks.

She loves you so much. Does she tell you that enough?

Alex Wesker

What is this. What are you doing.

Okay, okay, hold on. This is a little too much for Alex's taste.

A lot too much, actually.

You can give her a few kisses. That's fine. But smothering her whole face? Sorry, she's not into that.

But! She will allow you to do it... Just this once.

Emily Berkhoff

Emily has never experienced anything like this before.

It's... pleasant. Surprisingly so. And weirdly calming.

Emily often forgets just how much she needs physical confirmation of affection until you go and do something like this.

She has her eyes closed and a subtle smile on her face.

You are welcome to do that more. Please do it more.

[silentcrowsilentravens]

Who I write for + rules + masterlists

Please don't ask for smut.

By default, I write things as gender ambiguous, but you can request for the reader to be a specific gender identity.

I'll do up to eight characters per request.

Requesting dark things with violence/blood is fine. Angst is fine as well.

Requesting completely goofy/stupid/shitpost-y things is fine.

Requesting something poly is fine.

Requesting platonic things (whether familial or friendly) is fine.

Don't be afraid to be specific! : )

With Resident Evil prompts in particular, if you don’t specify a game or movie alongside a character (e.g. 3 REmake Jill or WTRC Leon) then I’m just going to assume that you’re leaving it up to me to choose.

Games include any Resi title released between the original's debut in 1996 and now, even the non-canon ones. You can also ask for it to take place in the Dead By Daylight universe. Movies include all of the CG releases, the Anderson movies, and Welcome to Raccoon City.

Things I write:

Prompt-based x reader ficlets. Send in a scenario and I'll write a short fic about it. If you want it to be platonic, please specify.

Reactions. Send in something you'd like to see a particular character's reaction to (e.g. reacting to a reader with a particular interest/trait, reacting to a reader ending up in a particular situation). I'll write a bulleted list. If you want it to be platonic, please specify.

Headcanons. Send in specific or general headcanons you would like about one or more characters. I'll write a bulleted list.

If you don't name one of these things in your ask, I'll just assume that you're leaving the format up to me.

Resident Evil

Ada Wong - masterlist here!

Albert Wesker - masterlist here!

Alcina Dimitrescu - masterlist here!

Alex Wesker - masterlist here!

Alyssa Ashcroft - nothing yet.

Alice - masterlist here!

Ark Thompson - masterlist here!

Barry Burton - masterlist here!

Becca Woolett - nothing yet.

Bela Dimitrescu - masterlist here!

Billy Coen - masterlist here!

Brad Vickers -masterlist here!

Bruce McGivern - masterlist here!

Carlos Oliveira - masterlist here!

Cassandra Dimitrescu - masterlist here!

Chris Redfield - masterlist here!

Claire Redfield - masterlist here!

Daniela Dimitrescu - masterlist here!

Daniel Fabron - nothing yet.

Donna Beneviento - masterlist here!

The Duke - nothing yet.

Edward Dewey - masterlist here!

Elena Lupu - masterlist here!

Emily Berkhoff - masterlist here!

Enrico Marini - masterlist here!

Ethan Winters - masterlist here!

Finn Macauley - nothing yet.

Fongling - nothing yet.

Forest Speyer - masterlist here!

Hector Hivers - nothing yet.

Helena Harper - masterlist here!

Ingrid Hunnigan - nothing yet.

Jack Krauser - nothing yet.

Jake Muller - masterlist here!

January Van Sant - masterlist here!

Jessica Sherawat - nothing yet.

Jill Valentine - masterlist here!

Joe Baker - masterlist here!

Joseph Frost - masterlist here!

Josh Stone - nothing yet.

Karl Heisenberg - masterlist here!

Karena LesProux - nothing yet.

Kenneth Sullivan - masterlist here!

Leon Kennedy - masterlist here!

Lucas Baker - masterlist here!

Luis Serra - nothing yet.

Mia Winters - masterlist here!

Moira Burton - nothing yet.

Mother Miranda - masterlist here!

Nikolai Zinoviev - nothing yet.

Parker Luciani - nothing yet.

Piers Nivans - masterlist here!

Rachel Foley - masterlist here!

Raymond Vester - masterlist here!

Rebecca Chambers - masterlist here!

Rain Ocampo - nothing yet.

Richard Aiken - masterlist here!

Salvatore Moreau - masterlist here!

Sheva Alomar - masterlist here!

Zoe Baker - masterlist here!

Child’s Play - masterlist here

Charles “Chucky” Lee Ray

Nica Pierce

Tiffany Valentine

Bendy - masterlist here

Alice Angel (cartoon)

Allison Pendle/Allison Angel

Audrey Drew

Susie Campbell/Twisted Alice

Miscellaneous

Amanda Young - fluff alphabet

Abe Sapien (I no longer write for this character) - masterlist here!

Charlotte Deshayes - masterlist here!

Hellboy (I no longer write for this character) - masterlist here!