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when will @tacticalvest return from war? :c

fake dating to lovers is nice but married for non-romantic reasons to lovers is next fucking level

it’s the energy of chris doing mods to his handgun whilst earth wind and fire blasts through the headphones of his walkman

Do you remember The 21st night of September?

❤  𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!

1. alias / name: tacticalvest is fine. if we talk ooc you’ll know my name anyway haha 2. birthday: 12th oct 3. zodiac sign: year of the rat 4. height: 170cm 5. hobbies: reading fiction, researching, fandom-related archives management. some gaming on the side but i’m terrible at all of it (i died 22 times in the evil within this week and one of them was because i don’t know how to stealth in that final chapter segment F) 6. favorite color: blue 7. favorite book: ring series by koji suzuki 8. last song: 青空Jumping Heart by aqours (im playing love live rn in-between filling this thing up lmao) 9. last film / show: DIE HARD (with @noxhero) man what a fun movie that was... gonna be watching die hard on a bus soon 😎🆒 10. recent reads: biohazard vendetta by osamu makino, but if rereads don’t count then it was captive prince by c.s. pacat. do i want to write damen fuck you you can’t prove it 11. inspiration: for chris????? thinking on it i don’t think i have any besides what we get for him in canon. characterisation-wise though i tend to lean towards 5, 6, and 7 chris for most of my voice stuff. 12. story behind url: the man wears a tactical vest. also tacticalgear was taken 13. fun fact about me: my allergic rhinitis is killing me rn

tagged by: @noxhero ily tagging: @redclaire @crowsiin @atrappedwolfwill @ltsharpshooter @survivalspecialist and whoever else sees it and wants to give it a go just tag me

“i guess i’m still just trying to live up to their example- never giving up no matter the odds.“  ind. &. sel. SHERRY BIRKIN zapped by ti. 

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈                                 —  remember you will die

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄                                 —   remember you have to live

The Redfield line continues!

elskcv​:

               ❝ I will. ❞   The words are fierce and come from a place deep down that she doesn’t go into much.   Gaea prefers to love.   She prefers to be positive because her life before here had been full of so much negativity and pain.   She doesn’t have much to call her own.   But Jake is her friend and oh,  she gets it,  why media portrays the lengths people will go to for those they care about and people eat it up. The list of things she wouldn’t do is so much shorter when it comes to him. Her entire body trembles when his mouth presses to her skin.   She thinks this might be the first time he initiated something like that.   The first time she was sure it wasn’t a dream,  too tired to differentiate as she laid on her chest.   While she’s been trying to be careful with touching him,  Gaea just can’t quite help herself.   Her other hand comes up so he can hold his one in both.                ❝ I thought about you too.   All the time. ❞   She drops her eyes,  her head,  the burn of tears fought against.   ❝ I didn’t know if you had just up and left or if you were dead and …   That’s always the worst part.   The not - knowing. ❞   And then she forces a smile on her face as she looks at Jake,  ignoring the twin tears that run down her cheeks.   ❝ But you’re here now.   We’re both here. ❞

Gaea looks up, and the sight of tears running down her face is the stab of a knife through his gut.

“Why...” The why are you crying that Jake wants to ask gets stuck in his throat before he can finish it. Gaea’s crying, and she talks of here, and both her hands are so warm around his own-- they’re warm even through his gloves with her kindness and her compassion.

He doesn’t like the look on her face, though: the clear effort that Gaea puts in to get herself smiling isn’t at all what he’s used to. So Jake reaches up, and while he hesitates, in the end his free hand lands on her cheek so a thumb can wipe at the tears that’re falling.

He wets his chapped lips, gaze soft. “Hey, c’mon, none of this...” Because the fact she’s crying is making the backs of his own eyes hot, and Jake doesn’t know what to do about that. Hell, he can’t even remember the last time he’d cried since he was seventeen.

At the time he’d felt alone and angry and sad and mournful and betrayed. At the time he’d only wanted someone to hold him.

“C’mere, G.”

And without a word his arm wraps around her shoulders to tuck her close against him.

elskcv​:

There’s no helping any of the reactions she has.   So when he sighs,  when he moves,  Gaea can’t help but clench and shudder.   Despite two orgasms and maybe because of them,  her body feels like a live wire with everything connected to her clit.   But rather than once again going,  Jake allows her hips to settle once more and she sighs,  falling back onto the couch and running her hands back through her hair. He says it’s like she’s his.   She needs to reassure him.   ❝ Not like, ❞  she tells him,  running her hands up his arms.   She’s been his for a while now.   Maybe since the first time they shared a bed. Their first kiss,  first time.   Back to back in a matter of who knows how long.   It’s overwhelming in the best way and she wonders if they had just been leading up to this.   Their friendship,  their separation and then the pandemic that happened in the snowy country they called home:  despite it all,  they found a home.   She closes her eyes and gasps softly as he adjusts them,  hooking her leg over his hip and clenching tight to keep him inside.                ❝ I’m incredible, ❞  she tells him,  pressing a kiss to his chest.   ❝ Never better. ❞   Another kiss.   ❝ I didn’t think you … ❞   She didn’t think he felt any of the things that she did for him.

Jake doesn’t notice how sweaty he is until Gaea kisses him, her lips cool against his damp skin. But that brief spot of contact has him cupping her cheek in his free hand (the other rests, possessive, on the swell of her thigh until it creeps up to small of her back), and though Gaea trails off in thought, all Jake does in return is catch her lips just as she finishes speaking.

“Didn’t think what?” he mumbles once it ends, his hand trailing up so he can card his fingers through her hair instead. There’s a bit of reverence to the touch, a sort of otherworldly sense in Jake’s mind as he wonders how in the hell it is Gaea is letting him do this, but then again...

The pressure around his cock is a definite reminder of what they’d done. Of what, specifically, he’d done-- inside her, even. Jake’s dick even twitches at the memory of it.

Still, for now Jake doesn’t think about what he’s done often leads to. Not when he’s busy pressing kiss after kiss over Gaea’s cheeks, and her nose, and her lashes and her lips.

“Maybe you don’t have to think.” He grins enough to show the sharp edge of a canine. “I just know” -- one more kiss, because he can’t help it -- “you told me you were mine, G.”

Jake probably sounds too excited about it.

“Big promise, y’know.”

‘shut up’ but like flirtatiously.

Piers and Jake !! >3<

elskcv​:

For a moment Gaea is shattered.   She’s in pieces and only held together by the hands holding her in place,  the body pressing her into the couch,  Jake’s cock deep inside her.   He doesn’t stop and so she can’t stop coming,  noises reaching higher in pitch until her voice eventually cracks and she’s just crying.   She’s not pushing him away,  despite how sore she is and how he’s fucking through any resistance her body is giving.   Her hands are limp where they lay on his body and her breasts bounce,  the flesh of her thighs jiggles,  as he just keeps going— Eventually,  he stops.   Eventually she realizes just how dry her mouth has gotten from her open - mouthed panting and silent cries,  that silence broken with a wail as he knocks against her cervix and comes again.   Jake’s replacing everything that’s slid down on the cushions beneath them,  that paints their thighs and stomach,  and she slides a hand between them to left on the soft curve of her stomach.    Pushes down and jerks because it just makes him feel that much bigger inside her. He doesn’t need the assistance. She gets her wits back about her once he’s still.   Once she catches her breath.   Realizes her thighs are literally shaking and there’s nothing she can do about it.   Gaea turns her head to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before looking at the certifiable mess they’ve made.   Her hips are tilted so far back that some of his cum has spilled to the underside of her breasts,  trails curving down her sides.   Her pussy is almost completely numb,  the suddenness from celibacy to,  well,  that giving it no quarter.   She’s clenching around him now again and realizing she has no control of her muscles from the waist down.                ❝ Jesus. ❞

Jesus is about right. Jake comes down from his high panting and looks down, and good God the veritable mess that Gaea’s become sends another bolt of pleasure down his spine. She’s like that because of him. She’s covered in cum because of him.

Dimly, he thinks he’d like to see more of it on her.

The random grip of her walls around his cock makes Jake shiver. He sighs, giving another slow rock of his hips, but despite his own want to keep going even he knows it’s best not to push it. He brings Gaea’s hips down and slides his hands up her body, and as he smears his cum over her skin he admits a low, “It’s like you’re mine now.”

The sentiment makes his face warm. No-one’s ever been his before, but frankly he’s never wanted anyone to be since Gaea, had never cared enough to even make any effort towards it.

Jake presses their foreheads together, careful as he shifts on the couch. He keeps one of Gaea’s legs hooked around him with a firm hand, and they turn together until they’re on their sides. Even this brief spot of friction, however, sends pleasant sparks all over his skin.

“...you okay?”

elskcv​:

He flinches.   She goes to touch him like she has so many times and Jake flinches away.   Her hand hovers and she stares,  shocked and wide - eyed.   Selfishly,  the first thought that crosses her mind is how he could think she would ever hurt him.   Gaea has done terrible things,  things she hasn’t told him anything about.   And she has hurt people.   But never him.   She would never be able to do that because it’s him.   Because it’s her.   It’s them and hurt doesn’t belong here. And then,  as surely as she was hurt,  she immediately reprimanded herself.   How could she think of herself when he’s been away for six months and returned so downtrodden?   He looks haunted and Gaea’s thinking about a flinch?   Her self - hatred flares even as she stumbles back,  only for his fingers to curl around her wrist.   She stills,  waits,  only moves once he’s the one placing her hand on her cheek. Her other hand curls into a fist just to keep itself still.                ❝ Don’t apologize, ❞  she tells him,  smile sad as she shakes her head.   ❝ You don’t have to apologize with me.   I’m just glad you’re home safe. ❞   But not okay,  not that.   That he was whisked so far away without her knowledge,  that he had had to kill and was probably kept for a majority of the months he was gone …   She can’t imagine what Jake has been through.   But she feels for him all the same.   Wishes there was more she could do than just this. How different things would be,  if she had known what had happened.                ❝ Then rest.   You can stay here.   I’ve missed you and I’ll …��  I’ll watch over you. ❞

It isn’t even the killing that’s new, really. He’s done worse for money. He’ll probably do worse, still.

But the memory of needles and scalpels and so many god damn tubes makes Jake sick to his stomach. It’s something he hadn’t told Sherry before they parted ways; she’d been so happy about their victory, about the world being saved, and she’d had it just as bad as he did, anyway. When she left and he was alone with his thoughts, though...

Jake swallows. “Watch over me, huh?”

He opens his eyes, meeting Gaea’s gaze with his own. Jake can’t bring himself to smile much, but there’s the slightest, upward twitch of his mouth.

His lips brush Gaea’s knuckles in a kiss.

“Okay.”

And then, carefully, Jake lets her wrist go, but his fingers brush lower until they touch Gaea’s own and hold onto them loosely.

“...I thought about you while I was away.” He furrows his brows, gaze drifting elsewhere. Jake doesn’t know if he can take whatever look might be on Gaea’s face. “M’glad you’re still here.”

elskcv​:

He steps inside and she closes the door behind him and despite her words …   She still doesn’t make a move to wrap her arms around him.   No,  instead,  Gaea wraps them around herself and belatedly realizes she’s wearing one of his shirts.   For a while she thought they were the only part of him she would have left,  threadbare and ripped in places.   Plenty of them are in the wash just because she had cried into them. She can never tell him just how pathetic she is.                ❝ Yeah, ❞  she says,  coming around to stand in front of him.   He looks rough.   More so than some of the times he’s come to her injured.   She doesn’t see any blood but Jake looks wounded all the same and finally she wilts,  gives in.  He came back so he must have known what to expect from her,  how touchy feely she is.                ❝ God,  what happened to you,  baby? ❞  she asks,  not even noticing the endearment as she reaches out to cup his cheek like she has so many times before.

Gaea reaches out and it’s the first time Jake has outright flinched after being touched by her, his head turning sharply to the side as if afraid.

It’s easy to be strong in front of the assholes pulling all sorts of shit from your body. It’s easy to be lost in your hatred, to glare with hard eyes and imagine with all your might that all of them will die by your hand eventually. All his life, Jake’s met genuine fear and pain with eyes wide open and curled fists, and that makes it easy to forget just how repulsed he is by what’s happened to him in the moment.

Gaea has nothing but kindness, though. She’s kind, and without the buffer of his own rage it only makes the touch that much more acute, that much more intense.

And he realises a second too late that she might think she’s done something wrong.

It hurts more thinking of Gaea pulling away from him. It hurts more in a way that Jake doesn’t know how to put into words. So, eyes wide with guilt, he looks at her, and with another muttered “sorry” he brings her hand back up to press his face into it, the old scar rough against her soft palm. Jake’s fingers stay curled around Gaea’s wrist, but he does his best not to grip her enough to bruise her, even if his hand trembles.

His answer is quiet, and he can’t meet her eyes. “Lotta things. I was captured an’ they took me to China.

“I killed the people that kept me, but it still--”

It doesn’t feel like enough. Hell, even knowing the data collected on him is in the United Nations’ hands now makes something sick twist in his belly. He knows it’s for the benefit of the world, he knows that he’s saved it, but the fact it exists at all because of torture makes him want to throw up.

“...I’m tired, G.”