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ovaryacted · 1 month

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chris being mean…. chris being a tease GOD HEKP NE

MDNI/18+. NSFW.

Even though I don't naturally characterize Chris as a "mean" and overly teasing person, he has his moments for sure! But when he is a tease, I feel like he really knows how to drag it out and makes you work for his attention because he's more patient than people think. He's just a menace sometimes, and it's a complete 180 from how he usually treats you. 😭

He doesn't know what has gotten into you, clinging on to him the moment he walked through the front door. He was only gone for a couple of hours to get some groceries while you slept in this morning, wanting you to get your rest. Chris barely had one foot through the threshold of your apartment when you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing over his cheek and trying to steal more kisses from his lips.

He smiled at the sudden affection, knowing you usually got like this when you haven't seen him for a while. You wanted every second of his attention, and he couldn't blame you. He missed you just as much.

"You need me, sweetheart?", he mumbled against you, giving you soft pecks back in reciprocation and walking with you in one arm to drop the rest of the groceries onto the kitchen counter.

"Yeah, you've been gone for too long...", you were already needy for him and he hasn't done anything yet. He chuckled, wrapping a thick arm around your waist and feeling you practically claw at his sweatshirt.

"How about you let me sort the shopping and then you'll have me. Deal?", he compromised with you, watching you nod in agreement, excited to get what you desired for the past couple of days.

Except what you weren't expecting was to be waiting for his attention for much longer than you anticipated.

After putting the groceries away, he apparently found the motivation to do the laundry, taking off the baggy t-shirt and underwear you wore and throwing it in with the rest of the current load he set up. You were left to walk around the apartment bare, nothing out of the ordinary for Chris but he was intentionally doing this and getting a kick out of it.

You tried everything that would usually win his attention otherwise, hugging him from behind and pressing your chest against the planes of muscle on his back as he washed the dishes. In any other instance, Chris would be all over you, probably bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you until you cried. But his attention didn't shift one bit, moving from one chore to the other as you followed him around like a pathetic and lost puppy.

The moment he finally gave you some reprieve and sat down on the couch, you situated yourself over his lap, craving what he had hidden in his sweatpants. He took pity on you, on how you nuzzled into his neck and shifted your hips against the growing bulge underneath.

"If you want me to fuck you, you gotta take me out baby", he said rather nonchalantly, glancing at you in mischief. You didn't need to be told twice, tugging on the waistband of his sweats to quickly get him inside you.

Now situated on his thick thighs you rode him softly, humming at the feel of his thick length filling every inch of your body, just the way you wanted. But your sounds were out of frustration, tense from how long Chris had kept you on the edge. He hasn't touched you the way you wanted him to, deciding that making you work for it was what he was in the mood for.

"Chris... c'mon...", you grumbled under your breath, the stretch of him was doing wonders in heightening your pleasure, but he wasn't doing the things he usually did when he had you like this. He kept his hands to himself, and instead of kneading at your skin or thrusting up into you, he was preoccupied with enjoying a cigarette on the couch.

"What is it?", Chris said with a coy grin, the cigarette sitting between his lips as he blew smoke out of his nose. The sight alone made you clench, and you whimpered at the lack of satisfaction.

"Touch me already", you whined at him, moving your hips and silently begging for him to fuck you six ways from Sunday. He took another inhale of his cigarette, groaning at the feeling of nicotine rushing through him. It brought a headrush, making him more sensitive to the way your pussy pulsed around him, hungry for more.

"You're a big girl now, you can fuck yourself without my help. Let me enjoy my cigarette", he didn't say it in a degrading tone of voice, but his lack of care only made you more desperate.

You weren't going to get through to him for now, so instead you'll follow his orders as you usually did, fucking yourself over him until he gave you what you needed. Besides, the reward after this will be worth the torture.

#ovaryacted asks #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield smut #chris redfield imagine #chris redfield fanfic #resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil imagines #resident evil drabble #ovaryacted drabbles

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cherubify · 1 month

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as chris redfield's gf, sometimes you worry that you're too heavy for him. even when you know that he's abysmally strong. when he catches onto these concerns, he sends a video of him benching, hip thrusting and squatting double and triple your weight (because that's how much of a muscle monster he is) and when you're still not convinced-

"-oh god oh god," you babble, vision blurry with globs of tears. "don't stop, chris- ahn!"

your face is buried in his sweaty chest, your upper half laying limply on him like a rag doll. your wetness and the slapping of skin fills the room. every thrust sends you up and down against his body.

his large calloused hands has a vice grip on your waist, rolls of pudge sticking out between each of his finger. he thrusts into you with so much force that it feels like he might split open your little cunt.

he spanks your ass so hard that stars twinkle. his hips slow to deep strokes and he places two fingers on your puffy clit. the brunette massages the tiny bundle of nerves in messy circles. you squirm at his ministries when he grunts, "c'mon, be a good girl for me and cum."

all this just because of your silly little concerns. thankfully, chris fucks you good enough to make sure you will never worry about it ever again.

all content written by @puppyina ! do not repost, edit or plagiarise. requests are open for any past written characters.

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thefanficmonster · 2 months

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Resident Evil Masterlist

* - Fluff

⨀ - Angst

Full-length Fics:

The Queen and her Guardian (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Just a Legend (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Snowman (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Nothing to worry about (Ethan Winters & Reader) ⨀*

Weakness (Karl Heisenberg & Child!Reader) ⨀*

Dark Magic (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Bloody Jealousy (Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader) *

Enough Said (Rose Winters & OC) *

Beyond Death (Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader) ⨀

Vulnerability (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

There you are (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *⨀

Finally, you're back (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Mission (Ethan Winters & OC) *

Sounds Promising (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Stargazing (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Beneath the surface (Chris Redfield x OC) ⨀*

Partner (Ethan Winters x Reader) ⨀*

Deal (Jill Valentine x OC) *

Not a Weapon (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Best thing (he lost) (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀

Worthy (Chris Redfield x OC) *

What happens in the gym...(Chris Redfield x OC) ⨀*

Vendetta (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

Regretting (Chris Redfield x OC) *

Innocent Life (Ethan Winters & Child!Reader) ⨀

Soldier First (Chris Redfield x Reader) ⨀

Heroism (Ethan Winters & Reader) ⨀

No Mistake (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

New Life (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Fated (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

Headcanons:

Karl Heisenberg x reader who suffers from nightmares ⨀*

Karl Heisenberg x multilingual reader *

Karl's love language - annoyance *

Protective Karl Heisenberg ⨀*

Touch starved Karl Heisenberg *

Opposites attract (Karl Heisenberg x reader) *

Karl x Child-free reader *

Karl x *ahem* well-endowed reader *

Tipsy Romance (Karl Heisenberg x reader) *

Karl with an emotionless s/o *

Karl Heisenberg romantic headcanons *

For Margaret ⨀

Karl x injured s/o ⨀*

Karl x shy s/o *

Karl has a nightmare ⨀

Comforting Karl Heisenberg ⨀

Seeing his mutation for the first time ⨀*

Finding out the truth about Heisenberg ⨀*

Being Karl's adopted child *⨀

Insecurities (Karl x reader) ⨀*

The loss of a loved one (Karl x reader) ⨀

Ethan Winters x pregnant reader ⨀

Arguing with Heisenberg ⨀

Jealous Heisenberg ⨀*

Heisenberg with an introverted s/o *

The love story of life and death (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

The Lords as parents *

Mythical (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Life Hardships (Heisenberg x reader) ⨀*

Darkness (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Heisenberg's Family ⨀*

Heisenberg with a pregnant s/o *

Wine Woes (Heisenberg x reader) *

Single dad Heisenberg *

Mithanberg Headcanons *

Chris Redfield x injured s/o ⨀*

Heisenberg comforting his s/o ⨀*

Heisenberg with a jumpy s/o *

Heisenberg with a smoker s/o *

Single dad Heisenberg with a newborn *

Chris Redfield with plus-size s/o *

Heisenberg x non-binary reader *

Lady D with an s/o that is close with her daughters *

Enemies to lovers with Heisenberg *

Fluffy headcanons for Donna *

Ethan Winters x injured s/o ⨀

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toolovelyforyou · 6 months

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Me at 2 am looking for Chris' fanfics and smuts to read before going to bed. 🤠

My baby deserves better. I love him so much. 🥹

#resident evil #chris redfield #chris redfield resident evil #my man #my husband #my big baby #chris redfield x reader #resident evil vendetta #resident evil village #chris redfield fanfic #resident evil 5 #resident evil 6

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rizzanon · 8 months

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[Old man] Chris Redfield

Implied age gap, Chris is old but not that old

"What did you just call me?"

You could see your fiance's eyes widened, and how he was now sitting up straight, as if he couldn't believe what he just heard.

"That's right, you're an old man Chris." You repeated your words, a smile tugging at your lips, as you see him stare at you in disbelief. He was leaning forward in his seat now, staring you down, as if you had just said the most foul thing ever. In which in this case, you did.

"Don't look at me like that. You brought this upon yourself!" You retorted, chuckling. You were amused by his reaction, not expecting Chris to be so offended from your words.

"And how exactly have I brought this upon myself?"

"You did the thing..!"

Chris raises a brow, confused by what you meant.

"Did what?"

"You know... the loud old man sneeze that scares the shit out of everyone." You replied, a wide smile forming on your face, as you tried your best to hold back your laughter.

It was as if you had witnessed Chris go through the five stages of grief, with how his expression changed so quickly from confused, to disbelief, then to disappointment. He was about to get up and walk away, when you grabbed his hand, and pulled him back down to his seat.

"Hey hey! Don't go now! I haven't even told you the best part!" You protested, as you leaned forward towards him, your eyes shining brightly with mischief.

Chris just gave you a look of unamusement, but that didn't stop you from delivering your line.

"You might be an old man, but you're my old man." You grinned, pressing your lips to his for a good three seconds, before pulling away.

Chris freezes for a moment, before sighing exasperatedly, shaking his head as he let out a chuckle. He grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him, caging you in his strong and massive arms. He pressed a kiss on your forehead and muttered, "I am your old man indeed, darling."

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#chris redfield #chris redfield fanfic #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x reader fluff #chris redfield x you #chris redfield drabble #chris redfield imagine #rizzanon

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dmitriene · 7 months

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❝ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ❞ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ.

❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘹 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

❝ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ❞ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳.

❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴.

❝𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦❞ 𝘩𝘦𝘺𝘺! 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

● Chris Redfield was known as one of the most dedicated workers in the department, and you had just joined the office and were buried under a mountain of paperwork, often staying late to catch up.

● The workload was too much and you were having a hard time keeping up with it, your colleagues seemed oblivious to your difficulties and piled even more work on you.

● Chris, being the observant and considerate guy he was, quickly noticed how hard you were working and how overwhelmed you seemed.

● One day he decided enough was enough, he called out your colleagues for overburdening you and even made them apologize to you.

● You, feeling a little embarrassed by all the attention, muttered that everything was fine when Chris came to check on you, but he just patted your head and laughed it off.

● From that point on, you and Chris became close, he would bring you coffee, invite you to lunch and offer to help you with your workload.

● However, one day everything changed when your boss scolded you for a small mistake, it hurt you more than you expected and as soon as you left the boss's office, you burst into tears.

● You were standing near the printer with tears in your eyes when Chris came across you, he was about to invite you for coffee once again, but froze when he heard your sobs.

● With genuine concern, he turned you towards him and hugged you tightly, he began to comfort you and gently stroke your back as you sobbed and explained what happened.

● After that fateful day at the office, Chris became your unofficial champion.

● He always made sure you never had to take on an unreasonable workload again and was willing to go to great lengths to ensure you had a manageable work life balance.

● Chris had a habit of sending you funny memes and GIFs throughout the day, especially when he knew you had a particularly stressful task to complete, his messages filled with emojis and silly messages that always made you smile.

● It was a tradition in the office to celebrate birthdays and Chris went above and beyond to celebrate your birthday, he surprised you with a homemade cake and a card signed by the whole team, making you feel truly special on your special day.

● Chris would often tease you about your coffee or tea addiction, claiming that he was convinced there was a secret IV drip somewhere in your desk, but he still would bring you your favorite drink every morning with a sweet note.

● Chris had a tendency to casually compliment you and it always made your heart race, he would say something like — «You look amazing today» or — «Your smile can brighten up the entire office»

● Whenever you were feeling down, Chris would find a way to sneak up behind you and give you a gentle massage on your shoulders, his strong hands doing wonders to relieve your stress and you would often find yourself leaning into his touch.

● Lunch breaks with Chris became the highlight of your workday, you shared stories, laughed and sometimes engaged in friendly office gossip, it was during these moments that your flirting became more playful and both of your cheeks turned red.

● Chris was a great listener and genuinely cared about your thoughts and opinions and asked for your input on projects with great respect for your expertise.

● You and Chris would occasionally argue over who would finish the paperwork first and the loser would have to buy the winner lunch, this friendly competition added a fun element to your workdays.

● Your office desk has become a treasure trove of little surprises from Chris, stickers with encouraging messages, your favorite snacks, and even a potted plant to brighten up your workspace.

● Chris was a natural protector and that extended even beyond the office, when he would often walk you to your car in the evening, ensuring you got home safely, and even offering to help you with groceries when you mentioned you were out of essentials.

● One particularly stressful day, Chris found you deep in thought, gently cupped your face, gently stroked your cheek with his thumb and said — «Remember, you're stronger than you think», it was a moment that stayed in your heart.

● Chris had a way of remembering little things, like your favorite song or the fact that you preferred your coffee with a pinch of cinnamon or your tea without sugar, it made you feel wanted and valued.

● One evening, after a successful presentation of the project, Chris invited you to a celebratory dinner, and this night ended with a kiss on the threshold that took your breath away, and you found yourself yearning for more.

● As your relationship continued to progress, your colleagues couldn't help but tease you both about your obvious chemistry, but Chris simply smirked and pulled you closer, whispering — «Can't help it if we make the office a little more interesting, can we?»

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fandom-imagines · 2 years

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Baby Redfield

Fandom: Resident Evil Village

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Reader

Words: 1k

Not sure what this is, but I wanted to write something for Chris.

Chris knew that something was wrong the moment that he walked through the door to his and his girlfriend’s shared apartment. The place was void of both her and her things, something which caused the captains heart to begin racing, something that was uncommon for him.

“Y/N…?” He called out, almost hesitantly, as though she would vanish at the sound of his voice if she was still here, which he prayed that she was. “You home?”

Silence.

His first thought, as to be expected by his line of work, was that somebody had taken her to use her against him, but that was quickly overshadowed by the fact that all her things had been taken, at least the important things, meaning that she had left willingly.

“Fuck,” the words left his mouth fast, but not as fast as his fist colliding with the door behind him. She was no where to be seen.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Mia asked the tearful woman sat opposite her, genuinely worried. “Y/N, he loves you. This will break his heart…”

The woman hesitated at her friend’s truthful words before responding. “There’s nothing else I can do. He’s too busy, Mia, I can’t just force a child on him.”

A sigh left Mia’s lips and she simply nodded, knowing that there was no talking her around. “Your secret is safe with me, I promise.”

Y/N’s secret was kept between the two women for many years, even when Ethan was quizzing Mia about her friends whereabouts. They had been friends long before she knew Ethan and they would ber long after he was gone, not that they would know that, of course. In fact, the secret would have gone with her to the grave had she not asked Ethan to check her ringing phone.

Ethan’s heart dropped from his chest as he read the name on the caller ID, along with the photo of the caller with a child.

“Y/N…?”

Upon hearing those words from her husband, she realised her mistake.

“You know where she is?” Ethan asked, almost angrily. “You knew where she was this entire time and didn’t tell me or Chris? What the hell, Mia!?”

“She made me promise,”

“What not to tell us that she’s been seeing somebody else and now has a kid with them? I thought she loved him?”

“The kid is his, Ethan! That’s why she left.”

It took a moment for the pair to notice the bigger man stood behind them, leaning on the doorway.

“You have a lot of explaining to do,” Chris spoke simply.

Y/N sighed as her call was ignored, once again, by Mia and a slight worry formed in her stomach as she wondered what was keeping her so busy, however, the toddler in front of her was more than enough to keep her occupied.

She couldn’t help but smile at the young girl who was cheerfully playing with the toys she had bought earlier that same day. She was almost a double of her father, something that Y/N couldn’t help but sigh at, missing the man she was quick to run from upon discovering the life growing in her stomach. Was it panic? Most likely. Was it also too late? Most definitely.

It was late when there was a quiet knock on the door to her home, leaving Y/N both curious and paranoid as the who was at her door. The logical assumption was that it was Mia, however, the more paranoid one was that it was a murderer; not that she couldn’t deal with that, of course.

The door opened only a tiny bit before someone was pushing their way into Y/N’s house whilst also being mindful of making much noise, as though they knew that there was a child here.

“What the-“ She began, ready to attack the intruder.

“Y/N,”

“Chris…?”

He looked older than the last time she had seen him, but he was still her handsome Chris. He seemed angry, yet worried at the same time.

“What are you doing here?” Y/ N whispered, watching the captain closely as he wandered towards her.

“I’ve come for you and our daughter,”

“How did you know?”

“Mia told Ethan to answer your call, I was there.” Chris shook his head, glancing down at the afraid woman below him. “Why did you leave?” His own voice was but a whisper, as though speaking too loudly would scare her away once again.

“Our jobs weren’t fit for a kid, Chris, yours especially.”

A quiet sigh fell from his lips and Chris reached out to grasp his girlfriend’s hand which was much smaller in comparison. They fit together just as well as before.

“I would have done anything for you both. I still will.”

Tears began to fall from her eyes and another sigh left Chris’s lips as he pulled her into his chest, enjoying the way her body relaxed into his own, her arms wrapping around his large frame.

“I missed you,” she murmured into his coat, her words being so muffled by the fabric that he hardly caught them.

“I missed you too,”

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lilmoonbunny · 4 months

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Would you write some re8!chris redfield sugar daddy headcanons?? With fem reader please☺️

Of course! Sorry that this took so long, I've been sick D:

I wasn't sure if you wanted them to end up together, but I've added some of that too but I'll split it up with a header.

NSFW below the cut as usual :)

Chris makes a lot of money and has pretty much no use for it, so he figured that he would help someone else which is how he ended up on a sugar daddy website.

He wasn’t too sure about it at first. Everyone seemed quite boring, but then he met you.

You were sweet, kind, and seemed genuinely interested in getting to know him and you guys ended up meeting up.

It was a bit awkward at first, Chris being rather quiet, but you happily carried the conversation and helped him feel more comfortable with talking to you. Eventually, you were both chatting as though you had known each other for years.

You told him what you did with your life, and he shared what he could about his job.

Then it came to discussing your arrangement.

He liked you and wanted to help you with money, especially considering that you had expressed how you were struggling for cash at the moment.

Chris didn’t want to pressure you into sex or anything you weren’t comfortable with. In all honesty, he just wanted company whilst he was home. He didn’t have many friends and the few that he did have weren’t around often.

He felt slightly pathetic paying for company, but you reassured him that it’s okay and that he doesn’t have to. That was the main reason he chose to go with it; you were a genuinely sweet girl.

You two arranged to meet once a week, but often you met more than that since you both enjoyed each other’s company.

You’d go shopping together and anything that you looked at for more than a second, Chris would buy you, even when you insisted that he didn’t have to.

He gave you $200 each time you guys met up which ended up being a lot when you started meeting multiple times a week.

You did feel slightly guilty for it, but he was quick to tell you it was okay and that he enjoyed helping you. Your consideration for him was one of the reasons that he really liked you.

Chris would be lying if he said that he wasn’t attracted to you. He had gotten off to the thought of you multiple times but would never tell you that. He didn’t want you to feel pressured into anything.

Chris starts paying you more after a few months. He wanted to make sure that you were going to stay before he increased your allowance.

It got to a point where he didn’t want you to leave and started asking to meet up more often. You, of course, agreed. You really enjoyed his company also. The money was nice too.

Your ‘dates’ gradually became more frequent and eventually you would spend time around his place. That was how your first sexual encounter happened.

You two were having takeout and watching a movie when you accidentally brushed his thighs. He tensed and prayed that he wouldn’t get hard. Not everything happens the way you wish in life, and he did.

You didn’t seem to notice at first, but you did after a few moments.

You didn’t hesitate to ask if he wanted help with that and Chris froze.

It was obvious, at least to you, that you were attracted to him and wanted him.

“You don’t have to. It’s fine, honestly, it’ll go away.” He said, feeling bad for making you feel that way.

“I want to, Chris.”

He hesitated for a moment, shifting to adjust himself so his pants weren’t as tight.

“Are you sure?”

You moved to his lap, kissing his neck and he groaned at the sensation.

“Absolutely.”

You didn’t sleep together that night. You two made out and you ended up giving him a blowjob. Chris swore he could have cum just from watching you with your swollen lips around his cock and his hand in your hair.

It wasn’t awkward like he expected it to be. The way you smiled up at him made him feel comfortable with you.

He paid you extra that night and you kissed his cheek after he drove you home.

You two ended up meeting even more after that night, most of them ending in the same way.

You mainly focused on his pleasure, but he wouldn’t let you without returning the favour. In fact, it was usually you who came first from his fingers whilst you sat on his lap, lips attached to his neck.

He gets off on getting you off. Loves hearing you moan and seeing your blissful face as you cum.

The first time you two had sex, he had to hold himself back. You were just so perfect for him, and he could have cum within seconds just from how good you felt around him.

Eventually, though, Chris ended up developing actual feelings for you, more so than just a friendly companion. He cursed himself so much over this and planned on never telling you out of fear of making it awkward; he really didn’t want you to leave him.

It was the same for you, of course. It wasn’t just about companionship and money anymore; you genuinely liked him.

With your meetings becoming more frequent, it was hard to hide your feelings, but thankfully for you, Chris is pretty much oblivious to such a thing, so the blushing cheeks weren’t too worrying.

Chris, however, didn’t have to work too hard to hide his feelings. His job had him hiding a lot of his emotions, so it was quite natural to him. Although, it was somewhat obvious with how often he was asking you to meet up and how he was paying you more, but you didn’t want to read into it too much, worried that it was just your feelings making you think this.

Despite how well he could hide his feelings, he wasn’t exactly good with jealousy, so when he found out you were hanging out with a guy who clearly liked you, he wasn’t happy.

Chris knew that he had no right to feel this way, you weren’t his, but he couldn’t help it. He really really liked you, and the thought of you being with someone else hurt him in a way he never knew could. So, he did something he shouldn’t have, he called you to come over.

His voice sounded stern on the phone which had you worried that you had done something wrong. All the way to his apartment, you were anxious.

The moment the door closed behind you, Chris’s lips were on yours, one hand on the back of your neck whilst the other rested on your waist.

You were shocked, but quick to reciprocate the kiss.

“Chris, what’s wrong?” You asked after you two had slept together. “You seem sad.”

Chris hesitated for a moment, avoiding your gaze for a second as he figured out what to say to you.

“I don’t like seeing you with other men.” He said, and immediately your cheeks felt warm.

“Why?”

“Because I like you, as more than a sugar baby and definitely more than a friend.”

You didn’t know how to respond, so you simply kissed him again, hoping it expressed your feelings to him.

It was a sweet kiss, unlike the others before.

“I like you too, Chris.”

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ovaryacted · 1 month

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hello,

can I, like, ask for Chris in a wedding first dance scenario?

doesn't have to be long, I'd love it if you could write it with Because The Night or Total Eclipse Of The Heart in mind 🥺🥺

OMGGG STOP. The first dance at his wedding, oh I'll sob. Somebody, please get this man in a suit (for me duh). Thank you for this ask, I'll feed into this lovely idea, and for the record, I did listen to both songs and thought Total Eclipse of The Heart fit more. <3

The seasons were starting to change, right on the cusp of summer turning into fall. The sun beamed brightly, the temperature warm enough to not need additional layers but a soft breeze limited the chances of the day being scorching. The right time to get married, at least that was what you two originally thought when going over the details with the wedding planner.

After a long time waiting to tie the knot with the man you loved and adored, Chris snagged a few months of leave to fully enjoy his wedding and honeymoon, not having to stress about missions and bioweapons. He was all yours for longer than you've had him home in probably ever, and you weren't going to complain not one bit.

The ceremony went off without a hitch, walking down the aisle with your bouquet of custom flowers and dressed in the finest and most expensive garment you've ever worn. Every intricate detail was woven to fit your body, a snug fit around your hips, and cutouts on other parts to show enough skin for it to be comfortable.

As you walked further down the aisle with everyone watching you closely, your gaze was drawn to the gentle brown eyes ahead. Chris stood with his hands folded over his body, his fitted black tux accentuating his physique in a way you‘ve never seen before. He offered you a nervous smile as you reciprocated, not being able to take his eyes off of you the entire time you walked towards him.

You noticed the tears that started to fall down his cheeks, feeling his love fill the entire room, like an overwhelming tide that washed over you the closer you got to him. He tried to keep it together for your sake, a chuckle from his sister Claire and a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder from his best man Leon brought him back to the moment. He didn’t want to embarrass you by crying in front of everyone, but he just couldn’t help himself.

You didn't even care for the officiant speaking out loud, the gentle hold of your hands in his own was all you could focus on. From the exchanging of vows to the first kiss as a newlywed couple, everything was perfect, down to every detail. The crowd cheered as the officiant finished speaking, walking down the steps and up the aisle with Chris’ hand in your own, squeezing it the entire way down.

The reception started soon after, spending the past couple of hours until then with your now husband, away from the crowd and decompressing before meeting everyone else. There were no other intentions towards meeting with him, simply enjoying some quiet time and being present before dancing the night away.

As you both walked into the dancing hall with your guests clapping and a few whistles, a spotlight was put on you both to signify the first dance as a married couple. Chris didn’t hesitate to bring you in towards him with a hand on your lower back, a live piano rendition of Total Eclipse of The Heart playing in the background.

He began to sway his body along yours on the dance floor, one of your hands on his shoulder while the other was being held upwards. You rested your head on his chest, ear against his heartbeat and feeling the rumble of every breath he took. Leaning his head against your own, he held you closely, thumb caressing the diamond that adorned your ring finger and humming the song so only you could hear it.

You smiled to yourself, tuning the whole world out and focusing on being here with Chris, on feeling and breathing him in. He was your person, always has been, and now he’s right where he belongs, with you by his side.

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devilinlittlehope · 8 months

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

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

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blueysobssesions · 1 year

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Can I request reader pinching Chris's cheek? 🤗

᭕ Pinching Vendetta!Chris's cheek is... stiff. Yep, I said it.

᭕ On the other hand, Re6!Chris feels a little bubbly

᭕ He does let out a grunt when you do it

᭕ Kissing his cheeks feels like your kissing a marshmallow 👌

᭕ It depends on his mood if he will let you or not

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mannequinreligi0n · 8 days

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Metamorphosis

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

WC: 588

WARNINGS: none really, just really grim lol

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

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Crawling. Itching.

Skin too tight.

Too tight.

Stretching, bending, breaking.

Burning - flames everywhere.

Wildfire runs through veins, scorching every fiber and nerve.

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

No.

Not teeth. Not hair.

The teeth were fangs, the hair was fur.

Pain. So much pain.

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

It’s too much.

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

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

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

It’s too hot, they’re too tight.

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

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C R A C K.

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

‘My hands…..what?……how-“

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

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

But sometimes, your all isn’t enough.

Sometimes, your prayers are just words in the wind.

And Chris was scared.

He was so fucking scared.

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

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

The tears stopped.

Pain gone.

Mind blank.

Tabula rasa.

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

Complete metamorphosis.

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xgothixsx · 1 year

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How original (Chris Redfield x reader) Winter wonderland part. 1 ❄️

Hey! A little Christmas fic to start out with; a little early but I thought it would be a great idea to start up on it !! So enjoy please !! Also this is the start of my winter wonderland for this year!!

word count; 1,735

pairing; Chris Redfield x reader

The store was really busy, it was a few weeks before Christmas and everyone was running around looking for gifts, or food for their fancy Christmas dinner and even decorations. (Y/n) was in one isle, a hand in her (f/c) hoodie and the other holding onto a box as she read the directions, seeing if it was something that she could cook easily, she normally cooked homemade meals since one her boyfriend normally doesn’t get to have those since his job tends to pull him out to where either some military ‘food in a bag’ or even fast food is his only option, and two it’s really cute when he tries to help and is completely confused by certain things. Her boyfriend had run off to get some gifts for his family, and coworkers while she was tasked to get something for dinner that night. Of course Chris was always on top of things and already had everything for Christmas dinner and small decorations for the house the two of them share before the end of November.

“Sweetheart” rang through (y/n)’s ears looking toward the direction that the oh so familiar voice was coming from to see Chris with a basket full of random gifts, she even saw an air fryer in there. He really does think of everything.

“You done?” She joked as she watched him roll his eyes at her walking over, standing behind her, wrapping his muscled arms around her waist, and resting his head on her shoulder as he looked at the box. It was some hamburger helping that could be thrown together in fifteen minutes. He knew his girlfriend loved to cook, but tonight he wanted to wrap gifts so there wasn’t a need for something big to be cooked, though he knew this would upset her for some odd reason he would have assumed she would have loved a break from cooking him food.

“Are you still mad at me?” He whispered into her ear before kissing her cheek, seeing her smile a little at him, which gave him his answer, she was never actually mad at him. He had bought an extra special gift for (y/n) this year, it was already paid for and in a bag hopefully out of sight, that’s why he had grabbed the air fryer, it’s not exactly for anyone it’s more of a cover up that he also knows his girl has wanted for a while of course he’ll cover that up saying it’s for his sister or it’s for Jill.

“Got a long list? That’s a lot of stuff?” She giggled as she turned her head a little giving the man a small peck as she put the box into the cart, she was a little upset that she wouldn’t be cooking tonight and she wouldn’t be able to see that cute frustration mixed with hard concentration look on Chris’s face when he tries to do what she had written down for him; or even the nice dance they do when they cook together waiting for it to actually cook so they can eat it; but helping him do the one thing he always loved doing apparently as she heard from his sister that wrapping gifts was the one thing they would always do with their parents so she couldn’t complain too much.

“Of course! We can’t forget anybody!” He said happily as he grabbed her hand and grabbed the basket moving it along. Since everything he needed was grabbed he was pretty much following her around watching her grab a few extra things; something small for her mom and dad, along with a few extra things for Jill and them on top of what he had already grabbed.

“Now close your eyes” She exclaimed as she was getting ready to grab his gift, he chuckled as he moved his hand up to cover his eyes as she ran away to the sporting goods area, which wasn’t too far from him, and picked up the custom pocket knife she had ordered for him. It had his name engraved on the handle and on the other side was the nickname she would normally call him, she paid for it and then brought it to the cart hiding it under some shirt that was in there.

“Ready?” He asked raising his eyebrow at the woman in front of him watching her smile and nod; the two of them went to the checkout, (y/n) immediately grabbing the knife and hiding it behind her back as Chris turned away to put things on the belt, and as he assumed she wasn’t paying attention to the cart when all it had was one little bag at the back of it while he was waiting for everything to be rung up, the two paid for it and went out to the car. Chris walked her over to her side opening the door for her and watched her climb in, giving her a kiss before closing the door and going to load the cart and then off they went, driving home. (Y/n) had helped carry in a few boxes while Chris handled the rest of them. As he was ‘fixing’ them in the living room, though really he was looking for a place to hide his special gift for her, though it wasn’t her only one. (y/n) went to the bedroom to change into a comfy set of pajamas with cute little puppies all of it, she loved this set specifically since it was the first gift Chris has ever given her.

“Look at you. All cute and warm” Chris chuckled looking over his girl’s form in the nice kind of fluffy set, before moving closer wrapping his arms around her smaller body with a smile as she giggled a little wrapping her arms around his neck giving him a small gentle kiss.

“Obviously- I can’t wrap gifts otherwise!!” She said cheerfully as she turned around grabbing his matching pants and whatever t-shirt he normally would wear making him roll his eyes grabbing them, watching her cutely skip out of the room to get dinner cooking, the little hamburger helping that they just bought. Soon dinner was done and the couple was watching some action movie that Chris had put on for them as they ate, sitting close together with a blanket over them , (y/n) was leaning against his big shoulder clearly the two were at peace.

“You done sweetheart?” Chris whispered as he noticed that her plate was empty, he watched her move a little stretching out, before nodding at him. He chuckled as he took her plate as he got up as he watched her tip over and fall onto her side onto the couch laughing as she did her little ‘hmph’ as he left to put the plates in the kitchen grabbing two glasses of whiskey. When he returned she had already pulled most of the gifts out to the middle of the living room and grabbed one of the wrapping paper rolls that they had.

“Excited aren’t we?” He chuckled, walking over to her, placing his hand on the small of her back giving her a gentle kiss on her nice soft lips hearing her giggle a little before the two of them sat on the floor. He pulled their cups down as they split the pile in half to make it fair on the both of them. After thirty minutes, over half of the piles were done and the whiskey was gone.

“Wait here I’ll get some coffee” He said, squeezing her thigh a little before getting up quickly and moving to the kitchen. She took this time to look for the present he got her, she was always curious but could never find her gift and she always went looking before Christmas. She moved very little stuff to see if it was in his pile, but couldn’t find anything and quickly started searching the living room before she came across a box. She’s never seen it before, did she finally find one? Should she open it, should she pretend like she didn’t see it? Now that she’s actually found her gift she doesn’t know what to do. She's never gotten this far, though now her curiosity is killing her. So she grabbed the box, it was soft and velvety. It was so small that for someone like Chris it would be so easy for him to hide it in his hand. She slowly opened it to see a beautiful silver and diamond ring, it was beautiful; but he knows that this kind of thing is only for engagements? There’s no way he was planning on it though, maybe he saw it and thought she would love it.

Chris had walked back with both mugs in his hands before he saw him opening the box to the ring, he didn’t hide well enough but now she’s seen it, maybe he could lie and say it’s for something else, or he should take his opportunity now? It’s how he would have done it when she opened it on Christmas eve, might as well do it now. He put the coffee mugs down walking up behind her and knelt down on his right knee, as he watched her turn around.

“(y/n)” He said softly as he took her free hand into his eyes looking up at her (e/c) eyes seeing her tear up a little, was she ready for this, should he try to say it was a prank to get out of it? No he had to do it now, or he would never have another chance.

“(y/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n) I’ve loved you for a long time… would you please… please marry me and spend the rest of our lives together” He finished proposing to her as he watched her tear up even more, before nodding her head, having a huge wave of relief wash over him. He took the box and the ring out, slipping it over her finger before standing up and giving her a huge and passionate kiss.

After they separated and a rather long hug following lose behind. “Proposing during Christmas? How original” She snorted as Chris rolled his eyes, she said yes anyway; this years Christmas was definitely going to be a good one.

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cherubify · 1 month

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PUPPY LOVE / LEON KENNEDY

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cw: puppy hybrid f!reader, masturbation, dirty talk, virginity, fingering, mentions of other characters and lore / minors dni

Leon didn't know what to do when he found you that night. He had returned from the gym when he found a little thing sitting at the steps outside his apartment complex. You were a little mutt, curled up into a trembling ball. Your fluffy tail coiled around your shaggy, dirty fur as your big puppy eyes stared up at him.

It would've been cruel to leave you to the elements, he lamented. And how cruel of a human would he be to say no when you began wagging your tail when you met his eyes?

"It's almost like you want me to take you home," he squats down at the base of the stairs. He held out his fingers and you sniffed him cautiously. When you had your fill, you lapped at the pads of his fingers with a soft yip. He stroked your droopy ears halfheartedly.

Just one night, he decided. He'd take you in, give you a shower, a meal and find your owners at first light tomorrow. If he failed to locate them, surely the local shelter would take you in, right?

So he scooped you up and brought you into his little apartment. It wasn't anything fancy, small for two but cosy enough for a single guy. He set you on the floor and you sniffed the tiles curiously. You wrinkled your nose and shook your head.

"C'mon," Leon gestured for you to follow, and you obediently padded after him into the bathroom. He placed you in the bathtub and ran a warm bath for you. It was a little scary so you tried to climb out a few times. But his firm grip prevented you from running, so you gave up and let him do as he wished.

When he finished, he rubbed you dry with a fluffy towel and a blowdryer. It was way scarier than the bath, but you dared not to escape when he furrowed his brows and stared at you pointedly. You whimpered as the stranger rubbed his hands all over your fluffy body.

Despite his rugged touch and scary frowns, he was a kind man. He even prepared a bowl of shredded meat for you. Up until now, you had been scavenging for scraps in the alleys.

"Slow down," he ordered. He squatted beside you and ran his fingers through your fur. "You're gonna throw up if you force it all down."

He was right, you did barf out your insides later. But a soft whine and well practiced sad puppy eyes did the trick to placate him.

You paced on top of a nest of towels. Leon had prepared it for you beside his bed. When you were satisfied, you curled into a ball and laid your head on your paws.

The brunette plopped onto his bed. Shirtless, he was enveloped by the soft glow of moonlight. Leon gazed tiredly at the puppy across him. He didn't expect this much work for a tiny mutt like you.

"It's just for tonight, so don't get too comfortable here. You hear me?" he warned as he fell back onto his mattress.

You yipped once. He closed his eyes, ready to let sleep take him.

On the brink of consciousness, he heard the sheets rustle. With one eye open, he saw you clamber up the bed clumsily, tiny paws gripping the sheets. You crawled over and settled beside him. You rested your head sweetly, droopy ears pressed against your head. Almost as if you were asking to sleep next to him.

Too tired to react, he closed his eyes. Then day came and he began his search.

…

Somehow, an entire month passed and there were still no signs of your owners. He even painstakingly left posters in the neighbourhood with a printed photo of you and his house number. However, nobody contacted him. Other than that one grandma that attempted to hook him up with her daughter. But he digressed.

His plan to drop you off at a shelter also backfired. When he walked into the building, the lady at the desk recoiled the moment she laid eyes on you. You even bore your teeth at her, which you never did. According to her, the 'mongrel' in his hands had caused a hell load of trouble during its stay. A fire broke out in the shelter a while back, and you had escaped during the chaos.

When he enquired if anyone else would be willing to take you in, you began to put up a fight and caused quite the scene in the shelter. So he begrudgingly left with you and bite marks punctured in his sweater. He reprimanded you about it later at home.

"You're such a pain," he lamented as he scooped pellets into your bowl. It was no gourmet meal, but it was delicious enough to elicit a delighted yip.

You learnt that this man was called Leon Scott Kennedy. He was a government agent, whatever that meant. He was smart, handsome and a huge tease. He would slap your sides playfully to disturb you, even though he knew you would jump around unhappily after. Despite his mischievous behaviour and quips, he treated you kindly and patiently. You liked that about him. He was much kinder than the people you encountered on the streets.

But sometimes, you could feel a deep sadness emanating from him. At times, he would wake up in cold sweat. He never spoke about it– but he would stand at the balcony, staring at the night sky with a distant look in his tired, blue eyes. You hated feeling helpless, you yearned to comfort him. But all you could do was sit by him patiently, hoping your feelings could reach him.

As you lost yourself to your thoughts, the agent sat at the dining table, a can of beer in his hand. He rested his chin on his palm, swirling his drink mindlessly. Usually he would spend his evenings at the gym and occasionally in a bar. But now with you by his side, he made the conscious effort to return home earlier.

He watched from the corner of his eyes. You were hunched over your food bowl, gobbling your dinner. For such a small thing, you sure had a voracious appetite. You always ate like you were still a starved pup.

"Slow down," he chuckled. He leaned forward, fingers extended to you. You eagerly approached, wagging tail and all. He petted you with a smirk, "The food's not going anywhere, y'know?"

You lapped at his fingers playfully. Then you resumed wolfing down your pellets. The brunette wiped the slobber off his fingers on his sweatpants.

At this rate, you were his full fledged pet dog. A liability, but a cute one. Not so cute when you tried to bite him when he pissed you off. Which rarely happened, but still. He rubbed his temples together, wrinkles deeply etched in his forehead.

But there was no way he could keep you in the long run, especially when there was no guarantee if he would always make it back home.

"What am I gonna do with you?" he sighed.

The stress radiating from your owner perked you up. You peered up from your bowl for the second time.

You tilted your head. A moment of silence passed and your jaw twitched, "Do... do?"

His blue eyes snapped to you and you wagged your tail curiously. His fingers slipped and his beer splashed onto the table.

"I have bad news for you. And good news too," a man's voice filled the house. Leon left the house phone on speaker and you paced around nervously.

"Let's hear it, Chris. Bad news first," he said.

"We've tracked the origin of your dog. Turns out Umbrella's been busier than we thought," Chris lowered his voice. "She was a test subject, along with other mutts, likely her litter. It was a similar project to Project Cerberus, but they produced inferior results. They were dumped in the Arklay Mountains. It’s likely they were torn to shreds by the pack there."

Leon glanced at you warily; your eyes dropped as he maintained eye contact, "So she's dangerous?”

To think that a B.O.W had been sleeping next to him for the past month. How careless he had been.

Chris hummed, "Not exactly. The T-virus in her is dead. Here’s the good news: the guys from the labs said she carries antibodies for the strain she was infected with. The higher-ups are eager to extract her blood for studies."

"Okay, but how does that explain her aboty to talk?" Leon plopped down on the couch. You padded over and sat at his feet. "Did the virus mutate and turn her into some- some hybrid creature?"

"Beats me. But that's all I know. If I find out more, I’ll let you know," the man said before ending the call. The line beeped and Leon turned off speaker mode.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. You peered at him with your innocent puppy eyes. You had not spoken much since that night. But there was a newfound intelligence apparent in your eyes. picked you up and set you onto his lap.

"So you were abandoned by those bastards. Never would have guessed. Small world," he commented.

"Small... world," you mimicked. You placed your paws onto his chest and lapped at his face. His stubble was rough against your tongue, but you licked him anyway. A ghost of a smile settled on his face as he petted you. His face lit up suddenly.

“Oh! You’ve been nameless this whole time. I think it’s time I give you one. What do you think of… (name)?"

You shook your head, ears swaying side to side. He raised his brows, "Then, how about... Ada?"

You growled and barked, legs scrambling against him. He held you back and chuckled, "Just kidding. How about... (y/n)?"

He stroked your fur. You leaned against him and indulged in the warmth in his pets.

"I'm guessing you like it. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" He smiled, and you thumped your tail on his lap.

After that call, US-STRATCOM tasked Leon with babysitting you. The job was quite simple: ensure the special collar you wore stayed on at all times. It would track any fluctuations in your physical and mental state. An application on a tracking device would notify him of any changes too. Lastly, he would report to the research team on any developmental changes, such as improved speech, et cetera. From time to time, you would visit for blood samples too.

Thus, Leon was withheld from special operations temporarily.

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Almost three months have passed since he found you, and about a month since he was tasked with your care. When he found you, you were mostly skin and bones. Now you had enough chub for him to pinch and tease. Much to your displeasure, eliciting distressed whines and playful bites from you. You had grown on him in such a short period of time. And him, to you.

Whenever he left and returned for work, you would sit at the door and bark greetings with a swishing tail. When he plopped down onto the couch, you would sprawl yourself on his thighs, nestling comfortably like he was your bed.

Leon was amused. He had never gotten a thigh pillow before but this dog somehow beat him to it. Unbelievable.

There were nights– or days– where he would return after meeting women. And those days were the least pleasant for you. You would growl brokenly with little fangs displayed, tail pinned between your legs.

To placate you, Leon would sacrifice his clothes and let you cover his face with dog slobber. You would spend the rest of the day marking him with your scent, burying yourself in every nook and cranny of his body. Only when you were appeased would you return to your sweet, easygoing self.

"You're such a needy pup," he exhaled sleepily. You were still busy rubbing your little body against his side even in the middle of the night. He placed a heavy hand atop your head. "Sleep."

You whined and relented, resting your head on his side. Big innocent eyes blinked at him as he stroked your head.

It should be annoying– the way you clung to him like super glue. But somehow he couldn't really be mad. Who could be with such a good girl? He stroked your ears fondly, he found it cute that you were this clingy with him, your owner.

But besides that, there’s been something kind of strange happening lately. Sometimes, Leon would find his bed sheets dampened with a strange liquid. It was sweet, with hints of arousal he was familiar with that women carried. But he never brought women home. And his sweet pup was not getting her cheeks clapped either. So where did this strange liquid originate from?

Whenever he asked you, you would run off to occupy yourself with toys. So he figured maybe you've been having wet dreams. If dogs could have them.

It was later than usual when your owner returned. When he called for you, silence greeted him back. Strange, you were usually at his beck and call. He searched his bag for his tracker and checked the tiny green screen. A red dot flashed incessantly on the screen, signaling a change in your physical or neurological state. He lowered his bags and whipped out his pistol. Had the T-virus returned and taken over you?

He scanned the halls carefully before arriving at the entrance of his bedroom. He listened intently. Soft, unsteady sounds leaked into the hallway. It sounded like whimpers. Had (y/n) finally transformed into a monster?

His hand rested on the doorknob. Then he turned it and slowly entered the room. He was attacked by the heavy scent of pheromones. It clung heavily in the air, and he shielded his nose with his arm as he scanned his surroundings. His gun leveled on his bed, where you lay.

Your legs hung in the air, back arched as your hand pressed against your soft, glistening mound. The moonlight filtering through the balcony curtains cast a silver glow onto the stranger. Your fingers drove into your insides greedily in a steady yet clumsy pace. The hand clamped over your mouth did little to mask your whimpers and sighs. He lowered his gun slowly.

"Leon..." Your sweet voice filled the air. You panted softly, toes curling as you chanted his name. That's when he noticed your tail, the same shade of fur as his puppy hybrid. And the special collar and the floppy ears atop your head were telltale signs. It seemed like you had transformed– albeit into something else. He pocketed his gun and stood at the doorway. You were too deep in your haze to notice him, despite the heavy gaze from your sole audience.

You were inexperienced– it was apparent in your sloppy movements. His sweet pup didn't know how to make herself feel good, huh? Maybe he could help with that– wait, what would you think if you knew these sick thoughts?

He licked his lips. It should disgust him. You were his lovely pet. So why was he getting excited instead?

A long winded sigh snapped him out of his daze. Toes clenched, you unfurled and clenched them rhythmically as you sped up. A cry escaped you as your stomach fluttered. You couldn’t cum, you’ve been trying for hours.

With a heavy sigh, you lowered your legs and started to sit up when your eyes met his. You stopped in your tracks and he lifted a brow.

"I think you forgot to ask if I enjoyed the show," he teased. Your blood ran cold. How long had your owner been watching you...?

"T-This isn't what you think it is," you stuttered, grabbing the sheets to hide your body. You squeezed your shoulders together fearfully, appearing smaller.

"Looked like you were enjoying yourself."

Leon sat beside you, his weight on the mattress dipped you towards him. He set his gun and tracker onto the bedside table. You turned away from him, ears pinned to your head.

"I don't know what you're t-talking about."

"Playing dumb? C'mon, you were begging for me." He chuckled darkly, and you hid your face in the sheets in your hands. You tried to leave, but he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap.

"How 'bout your owner shows you how to feel real good?"

. . .

Your legs trembled as he spread them further with his. Sitting on his lap, he had an arm wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you securely against him. The hard-on pressing against your back sent shivers down your spine. He teased your slick slit as he dragged his thumb up and down, up and down in a slow motion.

"How much?" He demanded, his voice low and dark. You let out a whimper when he pressed against your clit, sending a jolt down your core. "How far have you gone?"

"Leon," you begged softly, "Please stop. You're scaring me."

"Don't you think it's too late to stop?" His chest rumbled with laughter, and you clenched embarrassingly. "Besides, who was the one moaning my name like a little whore? C'mon, tell me."

You shook your head, but you gasped when he spanked your pussy. The bundle of nerves twitched as you trembled. You leaned forward slightly, panting as you clutched his arm weakly. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs but he forced them open again.

"If you try that one more time I'm gonna punish you," he whispered into your ear. He snaked his warm tongue along the shell of your ear and you let out a muted moan. As he teased your ear, a digit gingerly slid into your weeping cunt.

"N-No... Leon- o-oh..." you tried to struggle but your eyes rolled back from the simple ministration. You sighed sweetly as you leaned into him. A smirk settled on his face. He knew you were bullshitting. Thank god for your honest pussy.

"Stop trying to put up a fight," the brunette muttered as he stroked your walls experimentally. You bit your lip and clung to his forearm. "Just feel it."

Leon kissed the back of your head as he slid another digit in. He was knuckles deep within you when you relaxed against him. Your chest heaved with soft pants as you gazed down at where you were connected. Such a good girl, you stopped putting up a fight when you finally got what you wanted. He was sure to reward you for your good behaviour.

He began to move, eliciting whispery moans and whines from your soft lips. The sound of your wetness and his thrusting filled the room. Any shred of embarrassment had dissipated with each loving stroke of his fingers. Your brain was turning into mushy matter. You could barely hold a coherent thought. It felt so different from when you did it, and so, so much better. If only you had gotten his help from the start, then you could've felt this good all along.

You clutched him weakly, body trembling as you panted harder with each thrust. The funny feeling in your belly was growing, pulsating like a burning star. You pushed against him, eyes glassy. "Owner- Leon-'' you babbled, "Stop stop stop-"

He kissed the top of your head tenderly, "I'm here. Just be a good girl and feel it all."

He coaxed you through your orgasm as you shook and trembled like a leaf in the wind. When you finally finished, he withdrew his fingers from you with a soft squelch. You laid limply in him, thighs twitching as stars twinkled in your blurry vision.

His slick fingers rested against your plush lips. You willingly open up and lap at his digits.The taste of your arousal was sweet but slightly bitter, a strange combination, you sleepily wondered as you swirled your tongue around his appendages.

With a soft pop, you freed his fingers and collapsed against his chest entirely. You tried to match your breathing with his, and he stroked your hair and side lovingly. A few moments passed when he finally spoke up.

"Since when did you start transforming? If that's the right word." His voice was soft, like he genuinely wanted to know.

You peered up at him meekly. Your volume fell with each word, "For a few weeks. I didn't know how to tell you. Was scared that you'd abandon me. And you won't be my owner anymore."

"You don’t have to worry about that." He frowned. He placed a fleeting kiss on your lips, "I’m not gonna abandon you. Not now, or ever."

You clung to him, placing your head over his heart. It drummed in the confines of his chest, like an unwilling prisoner. You curled up against him as he looped an arm around your smaller form.

"So those fluids were from you all along?"

You nestled into him. You hummed in agreement, and he looked up at the ceiling.

“Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not,” he laughed. “You could’ve told me sooner. Then I could’ve helped.”

"... I was jealous," you mumbled to him.

"Huh? Did you say something?"

You pouted and buried your face in his chest. Your tail thumped heavily on the bed and he raised a brow questioningly.

. . .

"Where did you get that?" He peered up from his newspaper. The agent sat on the couch, staring at the girl across from him.

You wore an oversized tee that looked like it would fall off your shoulder at any second. It hung above your knees. And when you twirled, he caught sight of your polka dotted panties. He slowly set down his newspaper.

You twirled for him again. "I look super cute, don't I? I found it in your closet."

"Knew it. It looks good," he gestured for you to come, and you hopped towards him. You took a seat on his lap, your legs placed over his. He stroked your hair gently and kissed your nose. "Though I think you'd be even cuter without it."

"Huh? Wait-" you tried to escape but he caught your wrists. He pulled your shirt over your head and swiftly repositioned you so that you laid on the couch whilst he knelt between your legs.

The brunette hooked your legs over his broad shoulders, maintaining eye contact as he pried your thighs open. He pressed a kiss against your inner thigh and he hooked your underwear with his fingers. As he pressed more kisses to your thighs, he he slowly pulled down your panties. Your breath hitched in your throat.

"How do you want it today?" He muttered against your skin.

"Anything if it makes owner happy," you blushed as you curled your toes expectantly.

He grinned.

"Good pup.”

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