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bitbugbites-re · 6 months

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𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 | 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

Headcanons on how your first kiss would go with different RE men

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

gender: gn! reader

cw: FLUFF // first kiss :3 // ktober

a/n: guys this is my first non-nsfw post can you believe it

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖆 (re3r)

Who initiates?

Either one of you. Although, in most scenarios, it's probably going to be Carlos who initiates your first kiss -- he's a very forward guy

Taste?

His breath isn't awful, although it's not minty either. Very neutral?

I feel like if it was planned beforehand, and he knew he was going to kiss you, he might have chewed some gum? Or at the very least used mouthwash, flossed, scraped his tongue, etc.

He also strikes me as very spur-of-the-moment though, so I feel like in most situations there would be no planning and he'd just go for it. (fuck it, we ball!)

Is there tongue?

...maybe.

No, yeah, this dude would try using tongue on the first kiss LMAO

He'd ease into it though! It wouldn't be straight away.

I don't think it'd be bad if he did, either??? I feel like he'd know what he was doing and it wouldn't be like. AWFUL.

Are they touchy?

YEAAAAAAH !!!!!

You got boobs? They're gonna get squeezed. You got an ass? It's being rubbed. You got arms? They're getting grabbed. You got legs? Already around his hips--

ahem. Conclusion? Yes.

Is it good?

I'd say a first kiss with Carlos, or any kiss with the man at all, would be like an 8 or 9/10. He'd give you the best first kiss out of the other RE men on this list (although, if Ethan Winters were included, he'd easily take that spot. bro's got that supernatural mold-man rizz, or something?)

𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 (re: death island)

Who initiates?

Probably you, if it's the movie renditions of Chris. I feel like he'd be waaay more reluctant to suck face as compared to his given re5/re6 personality. Although if there were a bit of teasing and build-up, I could see him getting frustrated and kissing you first.

Taste?

Most likely pretty average breath. I don't think he would really prepare for the kiss if he did know it was coming, though

Not because he doesn't care, but because it just isn't on his mind. I don't think he would think things that far out tbh

He might realize afterward though that his breath could've been STANK. I feel like he would ask and be briefly apologetic over the matter before moving on, and that'd be that

Is there tongue?

No. In fact, I think that if you were to use tongue, he'd probably be shocked and say something about it afterward

Chris probably wouldn't really know how to use his tongue well, either. I feel like he'd just get confused and overwhelmed and go back to kissing you in a regular fashion

Are they touchy?

Semi. I don't think he'd be grabby or overly passionate, but I can see him placing his hands somewhere, like on your hips or arms

Is it good?

Yeah, it'd be a good kiss. Maybe like a 7 or 8/10. Not anything to write home about, but it'd be nice. Just a very regular, low-key interaction

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re2r)

Who initiates?

Either one of you, honestly. If he's the one to initiate the kiss, I can see him planning it beforehand -- it wouldn't be a spur-of-the-moment type deal

I'd also like to note, that he'd probably study up on how to kiss you, LOL. Maybe through Google searches or by watching action movies with romance in them?

Taste?

If he's the initiator and it's been planned -- he's probably going to have a slightly minty taste. Bro is gonna come prepared

HOWEVER. If you're the initiator, you're getting what you get, pal. I feel like he's the type of dude to eat really pungent meals too, like onion-y, garlic-y stuff. Therefore, if this is the case -- good luck, brother

Is there tongue?

No tongue. He'd prefer to share a more gentle, slow kiss for your first.

Again, if you slipped him some tongue, I think he'd be a little taken aback. I don't think he'd say anything, though -- he'd probably just try his best to follow along (although I don't think he'd be very good at it -- I'M SO SORRY FELLOW LEON STANS PLS DON'T COME FOR ME)

Are they touchy?

Not unless you got touchy with him first. And even then, I think he'd be a little hesitant and/or clumsy about it.

You'd probably send him into a mini-panic, tbh. He'd pull through, though.

Is it good?

Depends. On. The. Breath.

If you caught him off guard and he ate some kinda garlic-y pasta or chicken recipe earlier in the day, well...I'm praying for you, buddy. Hard 5/10.

If he's got good breath, then I'd say a solid 7/10. I feel like your first few kisses would be pretty normal, and then as time goes on, he'd work his way up to like an 8 or 9/10 on average -- he'd learn quickly what you like and don't like :P

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dmitriene · 9 months

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— chris redfield headcanons◞♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ovaryacted · 25 days

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omg Chris coming home from a mission and there is reader sleeping on the couch waiting for him, and he just takes reader in his arms and goes to bed with them 😭😭😭😭

OMG ANON YESSS! Stop that's so sweet PLEAKK. Let me talk about this for a second hold on.

It's late when Chris gets back home, damn near 2 in the morning when he walks through the door, heavy boots trudging into the entryway. He drops his duffle bag along the way, removes his heavy tactical gear, and hangs up his long black coat. The house is warm as the familiar scent of cinnamon fills his nose, easing the anxiety he's felt for the entirety of his time on this last mission.

The lights in the kitchen were off, most of the house was quiet and he expected you to be in bed sleeping off the rest of the night. But as he steps closer into the living room, he sees the TV is still on, replaying some episode of Sex and The City that you started to binge earlier in the month.

He spots the top of your head, resting on your folded arm and lying on the small cushion underneath. The thick throw blanket was covering the length of your body, but Chris noticed the worn-out Queen t-shirt of his you stole a while ago. The sight of you is peaceful, his heart beating just a tad bit faster at the thought of having to wake you up to bring you to bed.

He turns off the TV with a click of a button, being as quiet as possible to not disturb you in your slumber. But like second nature, you start to wake up slowly at just the feel of his presence, your body knowing he was there before your mind caught up.

"Chris?", you call out to him in the softest voice possible, making his heart ache in his chest at the sound. He places a reassuring hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your face so gently you can't help but hum at the sensation.

"Yeah, it's me. Just got home", his voice is much lower, a soothing baritone that was the equivalent of a gentle breeze. "How come you were sleeping on the couch?"

"Was waiting for you to come back", you mumbled, eyes half-opening in an attempt to look a him but it was no use.

A part of him hated that you stayed up to wait for him so late at night, constantly telling you not to ruin your sleeping schedule for him. But no matter how many times he tells you, he often finds you stubbornly not in bed, anxiously waiting for him to walk through the front door, unsure of what time he'll even be getting back.

"You didn't have to do that. I don't need you cranky in the morning cause of me", Chris says with a soft smile, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I'm here now. Let's just go to bed, yeah?", he suggests, watching you give him a tired nod.

Without a second thought, you sit up on the couch, lifting your arms so he can pick you up and carry you to the bedroom. Chris could only grin, putting his hands under your thighs and picking you up with ease, your legs and arms wrapping around his neck and shoulders. You happily dug your face into his skin, taking in the natural musk of tobacco and gunpowder that you've come to familiarize as your lover. He carried you like you were the most precious thing to him, his body comforting and inviting like your personal weighted blanket.

Gently, he tucked you back into bed, throwing the sheets over your body and letting you fall back asleep comfortably knowing he was in the safety of your home. You knew he'd probably take a quick shower before slipping in bed with you, so you'll have to wait a bit longer before you can finally feel his arms wrapped around you.

You'll wait however long you can so long as he comes back home, back to you.

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b1ack-moon · 10 months

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Just a Nightmare

this is a very self-indulgent fic of some Chris fluff because I love this man so much and he has been through so much, i just want to hold him

minor angst, major fluff, gn!reader

synopsis: chris has a nightmare of your death and when he wakes to find you gone, he panics

word count: 1.2k

"(Y/N)! God damnit, (Y/N)!" Chris yells out into the empty space, running yet seemingly getting nowhere. All he could see around him was darkness, a white fog starting to creep in.

And out of nowhere he heard you let out a blood-curdling scream and a door appeared in front of him. The pristine white door had splotches of red over it. His eyes trailed down the door to find a river of what seemed to be blood, running down to him, covering his boots in the bright red substance.

He felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach, a faint dizziness taking over him as he slowly made his way to the door, the sound of his boots splashing in the blood making him feel nauseous.

Once he arrived at the door, he laid a hand on the knob, afraid to turn it. He had a feeling that he knew what was behind the door and didn't want to open it, but it was as if an unknown force opened the door for him. You have to keep going.

He walked through the door, tears welling in his eyes as he saw you laying in the river of blood, completely soaked. Your eyes were wide in fear, mouth agape as blood leaked out of seemingly everywhere. Your eyes, nose, mouth, ears, everywhere. A spotlight was illuminating your body, darkening everything around you to make sure Chris was looking at you and only you. As if to taunt him. You can't look away.

Chris fell to his knees as he crawled to you, only for your body to get dragged under, the blood bubbling where your body once was. Chris screamed as he tried to reach for you, diving in after you.

Chris opened his eyes, quickly sitting up on the bed as he took in deep, ragged breaths. He felt sticky, his forehead glistening with sweat as his shirt stuck to his chest uncomfortably.

It was just a nightmare. He thought, relieved that he was no longer in that realm. He turned to you, wanting to see you actually next to him, to comfort him. But you weren't there. He felt that same panic he felt in the nightmare begin to overwhelm him, his breathing becoming short and labored.

He tossed the blanket off of him, clumsily getting off the bed as he ran out the bedroom, screaming your name. He ran down the stairs where he saw you run into the living room. Your eyes were wide, a scared look on your face as you ran to meet him at the bottom of the stairs, "Oh my god, Chris! What happened, are you okay!?" You anxiously yelled out as you studied him, "Why are you so-"

You were quickly cut off as Chris grabbed onto your arms, pulling you into a tight hug. He buried his face into your neck as he whispered your name over and over. You could tell he was panicked so you wrapped your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair as you reassuringly whispered to him, "It's okay baby, I'm here. Deep breaths okay?

After a long moment of the two of you just holding each other in silence, the light from the kitchen casting a soft glow into the living room, you pulled away albeit with a bit of resistance from Chris. You cupped his face as you slowly stroked his cheek with your thumb, "Hey, how about we go into the kitchen and I make you some tea, hmm?" You tilted your head as you asked, Chris only nodding as you lead him into the kitchen.

It was silent as you filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove, turning on the heat and grabbing a mug, setting it on the counter. You then went to the cupboard which held the tea bags and ground coffee, thumbing through the different types of tea before pulling out a packet of chamomile and lavender tea. The perfect tea to soothe.

You opened the packet and set the tea bag into the mug before turning to Chris, who was sat at the dining table. You walked towards him, pulling a chair close to him as you grabbed his hand, drawing incoherent patterns on his skin, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Of course, it was obvious he did. The way he yelled your name and the way he held you told you he had a nightmare with you in it. You just didn't know how bad it was.

Chris looked into your eyes, his expression becoming sad again as he thought back on his nightmare, "You died. And I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't stop it. I wasn't there to help you, I was too late, I- I-" He started rambling so you placed a hand on his cheek, trying to soothe him and get him to calm down.

"Hey, deep breaths baby. Look, I'm here. That was just a nightmare, this is reality. I'm right here with you."

Chris looked into your eyes, his expression softening as he placed a hand on top of yours, a small smile as he leaned into your touch. Your warmth.

The tea kettle began to scream, making the both of you jump. You then both chuckled as you went to turn off the heat, removing the kettle from the heat and pouring some of the hot water into the cup. As you dipped the tea bag a couple times, you felt yourself begin to feel soothed just by the smell alone. You took the cup to Chris, setting it in front of him as you sat back down, hand running up and down his back.

He thanked you as he took a deep breath, the fragrant aroma of the lavender soothing him a bit. He blew on the water before taking small sips, not wanting to completely burn his tongue.

As he finished his tea there was silence between the two of you, his body relaxing as he felt a slight ache in his shoulders from being so tense. He looked at you, a smile on his lips as he thanked you, "Thank you so much. You always know what to do whenever I'm down or feeling stressed about something. You really have no idea how lucky I am to have you. So, so incredibly lucky."

Your cheeks tinged with a slight blush as you stood, grabbing his hand and dragging him after you up towards your bedroom. "Oh Chris. We're both so lucky to have each other."

As you both crawled into bed, you assumed the big spoon position, arms coming up to wrap around his head as he leaned in your chest, his arms wrapping around your hips. He held you tight as you began to hum, the pads of your fingers lightly rubbing along his scalp. Tingles ran down Chris's spine at your actions, leaning up to place a chaste kiss on your collarbone, "I love you so much."

You giggled, placing a kiss on the crown of his head, "And I love you. To the moon and back. And I'll always be here, I sure as hell am gonna make sure of it."

Chris only nodded in response, tired eyes closing as you continued rubbing his scalp, your eyes soon following suit as you both lay in bed, completely wrapped in each other's embrace.

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yourgentlegirlfriend · 1 year

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HI MY ANGELS. So here’s a little talk before you read this story i wrote.. this was a request but i twisted it (as i always do) and didn’t wanna somehow notify the anon incase they’d be uncomfy with what i wrote!! I love you guys so much and i’m writing the part 2 for apple pie as we speak hehe

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW/DARK CONTENT OR ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. MUAH.

Agent!afab reader x Re5/after re5 Chris Redfield

Warnings: SOMNO!! please be advised it’s not for everyone so please read at your own caution! (Somno should be done with a partner or somebody you trust and meant to be consented by on both ends) Mentions of fighting and extreme injury! Obsessive and overprotective Chris Redfield, rough sex and multiple creampies! PREGNANCY! again please continue only if you have read this!

Again! please continue at your own risk <3

Word count: 2,451

Chris vows before every mission to keep you completely safe. There have been too many close calls; he knew he had trained you exceptionally well, and your hand-to-hand combat improved daily. His eyes watched as you swung at the rookie in front of you, grunts coming from both of you as he dodged your attacks. Chris let out a whistle as the rookie slammed you to your back, a groan leaving your lips as you sat up, rubbing at your shoulders.

“Sharper, you have to be. No way you let a rookie knock you to the ground.”

You snarled at Chris as you stood up, staring at him as you reached for your water. Being signed to the B.S.A.A was a blessing yet a curse. The blessing being you met Chris, your life savior. He was an angel on earth, he protected you over everything. Your first big mission with Chris was ruled out last week; it sprung on two of you so quickly that you barely had time to prepare. Chris was always prepared, but he’s been in this field for a very long time. You haven’t. Though you were agile, your stamina wasn’t up to Chris’ criteria. He checks everything before you even board the plane, he double-checks all your armor, your buckles, all your guns, and their ammo. His number one rule is he always walks in front of you. His hands tug at your straps before he looks at you, that beautiful smile appearing on your face as you nod your head at him, already knowing what he will ask. Your hand comes up to the side of your face, pressing at the earpiece

“Yes, Chris, I can hear you.”

His lips pressed against your forehead, his hands still resting at your straps before he turned his back to you, his head tilting side to side to crack it.

How did you get into the position you are in now? You could hardly recall. You and Chris took punches at Jill, who was much faster; her speed was so scary. Chris watched as Jill kicked your gun out of your hand, you and her exchanging multiple swings before she kicked you to the ground, a loud yell leaving your lips as the throbbing in your head had already started. Wesker knew Chris’ weakness, you and Jill. Wesker had Chris wrapped around his finger. Your weak attempt to get up was stopped by Jill pushing her foot into your back, her eyes glaring back at Wesker, who just smiled at Chris. Your vision was still swaying from your body, smashing against the concrete as you reached for your gun, firing it at Wesker, and even Chris was shocked when it hit.

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Everything was confusing after that moment, you don’t remember much other than getting back up and fighting Wesker as Chris attempted to save Jill. The two of you were struggling, you thanked your lucky star that Sheva showed up, but when your attention looked towards where Sheva entered, your body flew, smashing into one of the pillars.

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Chris stayed by your side the whole two weeks, you swung in and out of sleep so often, only waking up to drink water and take small bites of soup, your lips lazily pressing against Chris’ cheek. Your recovery was slow, but Chris was there to help- always. His hands hold your arms, resting you to sit on the toilet as he leans over to start the tub's water. He can’t help but turn to you, his lips curling into a small smile as his hand reaches up to touch your cheek, caressing at your smooth skin before he helps you stand, pulling your pajama shorts down and tugging his shirt, he lets you use off your body.

“Step in, carefully.”

Your smile spreads as you step into the water, Chris hand-holding at the small of your back to help you sit down.

He does this for weeks on end, washing your hair, feeding you, changing you. His love for you was undeniable, but when he got your paperwork back into the forces, he wanted to crumble it and throw it into the shredder in his office. You were undoubtedly getting better, walking around the house, folding Chris’ laundry again. You had a one-month grace period before you started retraining again, and it made Chris’ blood boil how you were just so easy to go back after working so hard to keep you safe and nursing you back to health.

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Your cheek laid against the cold pillow, your hair slightly in your face as you curled up into the sheets. Chris just couldn’t sleep, lying next to you, his hand rubbing up and down your waist as he watched you twist. He couldn’t think of anything, absolutely no way to get you out of going back. It simply wasn’t safe anymore, and he needed you. Chris licked his lips as he looked down at your sleeping body, your pretty white tank top resting so nicely against your skin, your chest rising and falling. His careful hands lift at the blanket, feeling himself growing harder as his hands reach down, rubbing against the smoothness of your thighs. He curses under his breath as you squirm under his touch. He sits up carefully, trying not to make the bed creak, shifting your body so you’re laying flat on your back. His fingers carefully run over your nipples through your t-shirt, smiling at how responsive your body is even when you’re fast asleep. Chris’ body leans down, hovering over your much smaller frame as he gently tugs down the thin fabric, the groan rumbling in his throat as he stares down at your now bare chest. His tongue runs over his bottom lip, feeling selfish that he has to ravish you to make his anger subside- even if it meant you cried drowsily below him. He was tired of thrusting into his hand in the bathroom late at night, thinking about how cute you look when you lean on the counter watching him make dinner. You were his everything, his life. He could continue to be a captain but not with you by his side, he knows he can’t protect you from every single thing, but he can try.

Chris' eyes trail down at you, wanting nothing more than to wrap his lips around your pretty nipples and suck at them till you wake up whining his name with your messy hair and sleepy eyes. That wasn’t his motive, though. Chris let out a strained groan as he tugged his boxers down, the feeling of the fabric rubbing against his hard cock was already too much. He would hate to hurt you, his fingers pulling your panties to the side, his thumb rubbing into your slit as his fingers held your pink panties. He studied your face, just praying you don’t wake up, he would hate to have to explain his plan to you. He loved that you got so wet for him no matter the situation, his thumb pressing down more as your legs rub against his as he sits between your opened legs. Chris’ hips shift forward, his thumb still lazily drawing circles into your clit as he presses himself into you quickly, his large hand gripping your thigh a little too hard. He cursed under his breath, gently rubbing at the thigh he had just grabbed at. His thrusts are slow at first, trying not to let out a long moan as he pulls apart your folds to watch your needy hole sucking him in. His eyes squeeze shut as he tilts his head back, biting at the inside of his cheek as he swallows the groan that was about to pour from his lips. The small moan from your lips snaps him back to you, his thrusts stopping as he looks down at your sleep form. How cute, you were dreaming of him, he gave in, letting out a shaken moan as you grew wetter around him, your walls randomly squeezing at him, causing him to almost collapse forward. He quickly catches himself, his arm holding him up as he lifts at your hips, allowing him deeper access into you.

“Gonna pump you so full..”

Chris mumbled against your ear, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He didn’t care if he woke you up anymore, it’s not like you weren’t his. He was showing you who you belong to. And you know he loves you so much, You’ve never complained when it came to your sexual needs with Chris.

He leaned back on his knees, smirking down at you, still sleeping.

“Beautiful.”

He whispered to himself as he brushed some hair from your face. He wanted you so close, the way your walls were hugging made the coil in him burn much quicker than he would have liked. His hands reach under your legs, your thighs loosely hanging from his arms as he lets out a moan as his hips smack into yours.

Your eyes fluttered open due to that burning feeling in your lower stomach, your vision was blurry from just waking up, but when your hands rubbed into your eyes, you couldn’t help but let out a long whine as you watched Chris above you.

“Chris-“

Chris shook his head down at you as his hand came down, clamping over your mouth tightly as he groaned again. He looked so good, holding at your leg, the muscles in his arm popping from the way he’s holding your jaw.

“You want me to stop? You shake your head, I'll stop.”

Even in his mind full of pleasure, he still cared. He watched you lay still, your hands resting against your stomach as you moaned against his hand, your eyes rolling back slightly.

“That’s my fucking girl..”

Chris’ husky voice rang through your ears as he yanked you further down the bed, your weight was nothing to him. His hands pushed down on your lower stomach with immense pressure, his eyes squeezing shut, a smirk plastered across his face as he heard you gasp as he cums inside you, his hips stuttering as he is sure to leave fingerprints on your hips.

“Chris, what-“

Yet again, he cuts you off, pulling himself out of you and grabbing at your waist, flipping you onto your stomach. You hear him whispering small strings of curse words as his hands hold at the fat of your ass, he leans forward to pull your hips up, helping you very carefully arch your back because he knows it sometimes still gets sore. The noise of his cock pushing into you fills the room as both of you fall silent, your toes curling at the sensation. You were too sensitive still, he doesn’t understand how big he is. Your hand reaches back to press against his hips as you whine out his name, which is quickly shut up but him fucking into you, grabbing at your wrist and shoving it into your back. He grumbles a small “Stop whining” as he pulls you up, your back pressing against his chest as he pushes his hips into you gruelingly.

“C'mon, be a good girl for me and take it.. take it. I know you can, baby; tell me you want it.”

Chris kissed the shell of your ear as his arms wrapped around your waist, his breaths more shallow and shaky as he felt himself growing close again. He’s fucking into you so hard you can feel him everywhere, your hands clawing at his arms as you lean your head back, nodding it eagerly into his shoulder as a loud moan leaves your slick lips.

“I wan’ it so bad, baby please, give me more please.”

Your cries were music to his ears, a groan that you could feel against your back rumbles through his chest as he cums again, slamming you back into the mattress as he slowed his pace down, your face tilting to the side as you gripped at the black sheets.

“See? See how easy it is just to take it when you know you want it so bad? Look at you begging for my cock, you’re so- mm.. you’re so fucking cute.”

Chris’ words were slurred as he shushed your small whines, wiping at the saliva that had slipped from your lip. His hand reaches below you, his three digits immediately finding your clit and rubbing slow circles into it, causing your eyes to squeeze shut.

“There you go. It’s okay you can let it go.”

Chris cooed in your ear as his thrusts sped up again, your whines going silent as the only sound filling the room was his hips slapping against your skin.

Chris can’t help but let out a quiet “Oh fuck..” as you cum around him, your hands desperately clawing at the pillow your head is resting on. He smiled at your silence, pulling himself out of you with a small “Mmph..”

He stood from the bed, pulling his boxers up from his ankles as he turned you back onto your back, lifting your back so you could sit up. Still so pretty and all fucked out, a yawn leaves your lips as his fingers reach up to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“Come on, time for your bath.”

————

His plan worked too. Like the smart man he is, of course, it did. Chris and the other captains sign your discharge paperwork from the force. He couldn’t help but feel satisfied with himself as he got into the car, he couldn’t wait to see you.

He took a mental note to lecture you on the unlocked door all day, giving him complete access to walk in without his keys. He called out your name, setting his paperwork and keys on the coffee table as he shrugged his jacket off, sighing as he hung it on the rack over by the front door. He heard small steps being taken down the stairs, grabbing at the small ball at the end of the staircase as he watched you walk down the step, one by one with your hand on your stomach.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

Chris mumbled in admiration as he kissed you softly, helping you down the last step. He couldn’t help but smile as you let out a small huff of exhaustion, last year you would’ve hated you now. Tired constantly, begging Chris to massage your back, your big stomach not allowing you into any of your favorite tops.

It didn’t matter to him though, he could listen to you complain all day long. As long as it meant you would be with him, safe, only with him.

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blueysobssesions · 1 year

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"Will you marry me?"

Characters ~ : Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Luis Sera, Albert Wesker

“Hey! Hey, Y/n!” Leon came fast towards you; you were clenching your stomach while sitting on the floor. He crouched and asked, “Are you okay?” He asked you in concern, and you nodded your head. “Yeah, I'm fine. The kick hit me on the stomach, but I'm fine,” you heard Leon sigh in relief. “It's finally over.” He leaned in, your forehead touching his. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "Thank you for always being there for me," you whispered. “Where's ashley?” “Don't worry, she's taking a rest.” You smiled at what he said. “Any plans after this?” you asked him while smirking; he chuckled, “Vacation definitely; we can go on a date to that restaurant you always want to?” You hummed in agreement, and then you saw Leon getting something from his pocket, making you curious. “Hm? What's that?” You asked him, but he didn't answer. He finally pulled out a small box, which made you gasp. As he opened the box, you saw a beautiful diamond ring sparkling inside. “Y/n… I love you so much. You are the perfect modern woman, and I was actually waiting for your proposal. But since you still haven’t, I thought I better ask you first before I hold regret. You are the most amazing person I’ve ever known, and no one compares to you. From all we have been through... We're still together, and that will never change. Will you marry me?” You were speechless. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked into his eyes, realizing that this was the moment you had been waiting for. You felt a rush of emotions and excitement as you said "yes," with tears of joy streaming down your face. Ashley was in the back, watching in awe with tears in her eyes.

Both of you were watching the sunset from the balcony. Chris leaned against the railing, taking in the peaceful scenery. "It's moments like these that make all the chaos and fighting worth it," he said with a small smile. “You saved the world, do you know that?” You said, while your eyes looked at the sunset, "I couldn't have done it without you," he replied, and you smiled. The sound of waves crashing on the shore filled the silence as you both took in the beauty of the sunset. Chris turned his head to you; his eyes sparkled when he saw your face radiating the sunlight, making Chris think that it was an angel beside him. While you were too focused on admiring the sunset, Chris slowly walked behind you, hugging you from behind. You felt his warm embrace and turned around to face him, smiling at the sight of his happy face. Chris whispered in your ear, "I couldn't resist hugging my beautiful angel." You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. A silence filled the area. Chris slowly pulled away. “Chris?” He only smiled at you. He kneeled on one knee and reached for something in his pocket As he pulled out a small velvet box, your heart skipped a beat with anticipation. You couldn't believe what was happening—he was about to propose! “C-chris…?” “Y/n, I want to make you mine because I love you and I’ll love you until the day we die. And if there is a life after that, I’ll love you then too. Will you marry me?” He looked into your eyes with sincerity. You felt her heart flutter and knew that you wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. "Yes!"

Luis was fiddling with the small red box in his hands. He was nervous to propose to you, but no one or even himself will stop him. With the help of Ashley, he finally found the perfect ring to give you. He rehearsed his proposal speech countless times, trying to make it perfect. His heart was racing with anticipation and excitement. “Ojalá esto salga bien," he said, sighing. “Luis!” When he heard your voice, he immediately hid the box behind him. “Hey, Lui- Are you okay?” you asked him, and he nodded. “I'm alright, Princessa,” he said, smiling. You walked toward him, your head landing on his chest. “Hmm, I love you,” you mumbled. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly, and whispered, “I love you too, more than anything in this world. Mi amor ” Is this the right time? Should I do it now? - “You're bad at hiding things, Luis.” He then got confused. “Eh?” “Were you going to propose?” you laughed. Luis could feel his face turning red as he nervously laughed along with you. “You ruined it,” he whined, giving up and bringing out the small red box. He opened it to reveal a beautiful ring inside. "I was going to surprise you with this tonight, but I guess the surprise is ruined now," he chuckled, grabbing your hand, taking the ring, and sliding it in your index finger. “Luis… It's… It's so beautiful…” you admired the ring on your finger. "Thank you so much. I love it," you said, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. “I can't believe you picked this out all on your own.” Actually, Ashley helped him.

You and Albert have been together for a year now, and Albert started dreaming about marrying you and having a family so much that he couldn't focus on his work properly. He was sitting on his chair, staring at the ring. Will you accept him? or not? If not, then what will he do? He loves you dearly, and he wants to take your relationship to another level. Standing up from his seat and leaving his office to find you. He has been thinking about proposing to you for a while now and has finally mustered up the courage to do so. He hopes that you will say yes and start planning your future together. “Ah! No Licking! D/N (Dog Name)!” he smiled when he heard your angelic voice from the living room. “Darling?” he called you, making your head turn towards him. You looked at him and saw the love in his eyes. "Yes, my love?" Sitting up, you walked towards him and hugged him. His hand started to stroke your hair gently. “May I talk to you?” You nodded, feeling a bit nervous about what he wanted to say. “We have been together for one year now, and I want it to last.” Your heart skipped a beat as you waited for him to continue, hoping that his words meant what you thought they did. He slowly pulled away, and you softly gasped and couldn't help but smile while tears started to form in your eyes. He got down on one knee and pulled out a small velvet box. “Will you marry me? My love?”

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magma-frog0 · 3 months

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Chris Redfield x Reader fluff

You're lying in bed, eyes wide as you stare up at the ceiling. You woke up from a bad dream, about Chris getting severely injured on a mission and not coming home. He always told you not to worry about him, but you couldn't help it. You looked over at him in bed, sleeping next to you, he was right there next to you and you still worried.

He must've felt your eyes on him and woke up, he turned around to face you and let out a tired groan. "What are you doing up baby?" He asks groggily and pulls you closer to him by the waist, nuzzling his head into your neck and kissing it.

"Nothing, just can't sleep." You said, he could tell by your tone that you were lying.

"Tell me the truth." He said, lifting his head to look at your eyes. "I hate when you lie to me, especially when it's something as small as you staying up a bit later than usual. " He said his tone soft and kissed your forehead.

You stayed quiet for a moment, not wanting to tell him due to some embarrassment on your part, but you knew that he would keep pressing you if you didn't tell him. "I just keep having dreams of you not coming home from your missions..." You said softly, almost wishing he didn't hear you speak at all.

"Oh sweetheart." He says in a gentle tone and pulls you into a tight hug, his hands caressing the back of your head. "I'm sorry, I promise I'll come back home from every mission if it means feeling you in my arms every time I do." He vows and holds you closer, kissing every part of your face that he could. "Please let me hold you as you sleep, to remind your worried mind that I'm here and that I'm not leaving anytime soon."

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cherubify · 7 days

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notes: vendetta/di chris, is this fluff?, gym setting, chris is an awkward gym bro, drabble / sfw

for chris, a good gym requires two simple conditions: a functioning ventilation system and sufficient iron to pump. nothing else matters. if he's lucky maybe it'll smell like air fresheners and if he's extra lucky, sanitisers. it doesn't bother him that some people dress little enough for one's imagination, or the fact that some gym goers smell like they dumpster dive back to back. he's here to do one thing only, and that's to get stronger and bigger– so that he can be ready for anything.

and he won't admit it, but he also comes for another reason.

you sit on the bench, a towel on your head as you exhale softly. he's already detaching the weights from his equipment beside you, but you don't notice him (like usual). your eyes are glued to your phone as you do goodness knows what, he guesses you're taking note of the reps you just completed.

he doesn't mean to be nosey– and he keeps to himself for the most part– but he knows all the regulars and he's never seen you before up until a month ago. your routine is simple, lift and end your day with a run. you're always coincidentally within his line of sight; it's not like he's been particularly observing you or anything.

your routines clashes with his sometimes, like when he benches so do you, and you unknowingly accompany him on a run on a treadmill. (read: though he thinks its time he slows down on the speed setting because his knees are increasingly unwilling to comply...guess it comes with age.)

hey. he wants to call out to you with these words. congrats on your new PR.

but you can't hear him. not with the towel on your head and the lack of psychic powers. but it's almost as if you can hear him, because you offer him a side glance. his heart jumps in his chest as your eyes clearly meet his. if it weren't for the lack of a smile on your face, he would definitely voice those thoughts.

you stand up, or try to until you wobble sideways. things happen in a blur– the carpet was inches away when you fall into a strong pair of arms. your phone tumbles onto the floor as your towel slips off your head when you look up at the stranger. the brunette's face was inches away from yours, big arms awkwardly wrapping around your smaller frame. you were dwarfed in his hold, and you swallow nervously as he knits his brows.

"are you alright?" he's close enough that you can smell his morning mints. your breath hitches in your throat as he inspects your flustered expression.

"y-yeah," you force out, though it comes out in a squeak. your face heats up and you scrape your shoes against the floor, struggling to stand. "just got a little dizzy. i forgot to take breakfast."

"oh-" he helps you onto your feet before frantically fishing for something in his pockets. "-wait a sec."

he fumbles before whipping out a protein bar, a tiny rectangle juxtaposed with his large hand. he holds it out to you and you hesitantly take it. you read the packaging. a chocolate brownie protein bar... with 20 grams of protein.

"um, thanks," you pick up your phone, eyes still on him. "it's my first time meeting you, i think. your name is..?"

"chris, you can call me chris," he answers as he scoops up your towel. you take it from him, a small smile on your lips.

"well chris," you hold everything in one hand, the other hand nervously stroking the hem of your sports bra. "i gotta go, but i guess i'll see you around?"

he nods solemnly, and you stand there for a moment before leaving. you consider taking one last glance, but you decide against it, rushing into the changing room instead.

meanwhile, chris exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding. he plops onto a bench, thoughtfully rubbing the stubble that peppers his chin. he hopes he'll have time to come by again tomorrow.

all content written by @cherubify ! do not repost, edit, plagiarise, or use my work for AI. requests are indefinitely open.

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a-sleepy-raven · 9 months

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Can you write some fluff headcanons for Chris Redfield?

Hello dear! Sorry for the long wait, I hope you enjoy the headcanons. <3

Chris Redfield x gn!reader – random fluffy HCs

Chris is one of the sweetest guys on earth in a relationship. He’s completely devoted to you and never misses an opportunity to prove just how much you mean to him. Also, lots of compliments because Chris just can’t resist telling you how gorgeous and amazing you are – and they’re not just shallow words to butter you up. He genuinely means every single one.

Cuddles. So many cuddles. People who don’t know him surely wouldn’t believe how much this man loves to cuddle you but to him, it’s just the best feeling ever to hold you close to him and indulge in your presence. He prefers to hold you but sometimes, when he’s having a bad day or just needs some reassurance, he likes to rest his head on your chest and feel your arms around him. He can’t exactly explain it but there’s something really soothing about your hugs in moments like this.

He also doesn’t mind PDA. If you want to hold his hand in public, sure, no problem. If you want to kiss him, hell yeah, he’s not going to complain. However, he’d never initiate any kind of affection in public if you’re uncomfortable with it. He wants you to feel safe in this relationship, so he would never overstep any boundaries you set.

He has seen his fair share of bullshit and monsters and knows how dangerous the world can be, so it’s probably not a surprise that he can be quite protective. He’s also the type of guy to say “Text me when you’re home safe”, simply because he wants to make sure that you’re okay. You’re one of the most important people in his life, after all. Also, he always sends you “Good morning” and “Good night” texts when you’re apart.

Chris isn’t generally opposed to the thought of getting married. However, he’d only ever consider it if it’s something you want too because he values and respects your opinion and would never force you into something you don’t want or that makes you uncomfortable. Your happiness is his top priority, no ifs, no buts.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider reblogging, liking and/or leaving some feedback. I'd really appreciate the support! <3

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dmitriene · 8 months

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— enchanted escapanda.

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌«my days end best when the sunset gets itself behind»

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌«that little lady sitting on the passenger side»

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌«it's much less picturesque without her catching the light»

summary: you didn't think that your presence at someone else's celebration of happines — a wedding, would lead to meeting your best friend's brother, and even more so a pleasant night in his car. content: chris redfield x fem reader tags: mention's of y/n, fluff, comfort, nsfw, smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, marking, pet names. author's note: hello!! i am glad to present you my first one shot work with chris, and it did came a little too big for me, but i hope you will like it! enjoy your reading) 🍸 (18+ warning)

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the elegant outdoor celebration, white curtains fluttering softly in the breeze, framing the space where the wedding took place.

The bride, your close friend from college, beamed in her white dress and her happiness was palpable as she mingled with the guests, Claire, your mutual friend and bridesmaid looked amazing in the scarlet dress, chatting animatedly with the guests, you exchanged greetings and hugs with the bride and Claire.

You stood among the lively crowd, dressed in a light colored flowing dress that danced around your ankles as you mingled with the other guests, the soft fabric matched with the blooming flowers that adorned the room, giving the whole scene an airy charm.

As you chatted with the other guests, you couldn't help but notice a tall figure standing a little off the side of the festivities, his broad shoulders accentuated by a tight black turtleneck and mid length coat, and his aloof demeanor caught your attention, so you occasionally threw views.

With tousled brown hair and a strong chin, he radiated a stern charm, as if somehow specifically attracting attention to himself, Claire caught your eye and followed your gaze, realizing who captured your attention, she leaned towards you, the teasing gleam of her eyes whispered

— «Caught someone's eye, have you?» she teased, gently nudging you with her elbow.

Blushing slightly, you muttered — «Oh, well, he does stand out..»

Claire smiled knowingly, whispering — «That's my older brother, Chris»

Your heart skipped a beat when you looked at her in surprise — «That's Chris? Claire, your brother is quite eye catching»

She grinned even harder, but this time there were really playful lights in her eyes — «I'm glad you think so, he's a great guy, want me to introduce you?»

Your heart skipped a beat but you managed to nod in agreement as Claire led you to the mysterious man, his burning brown eyes meeting yours as she introduced you.

— «Chris, this is Y/n, a friend of mine and the bride» announced Claire with a sly grin — «Y/n, meet my overprotective brother, Chris»

Chris held out his hand, his firm grip soothing and exciting — «Nice to meet you, Y/n, Claire mentioned you»

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺

The conversation flowed effortlessly while you were talking to Chris, his charismatic charm and genuine interest made you feel at ease as if you had known him for ages as the evening went on, laughter and music filled the air and your bond with the man deepened with each replica exchange.

Throughout the evening you two were absorbed in conversation, discovering common interests and laughing at funny anecdotes, Chris was the perfect combination of charm and genuine kindness.

In the midst of the celebration, the bride approached you with an understanding smile on her lips — «I see you've met Claire's brother» she whispered, her eyes sparkling — «He's quite the catch, isn't he?»

You chuckled, nodding in agreement — «Yeah, he definitely is»

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺

As the music intensified, couples began to enter the dance floor, signaling the first dance of the bride and groom, Chris turned to you with a charming smile, his deep brown eyes sparkling playfully in the soft light of the lights.

His voice was warm and inviting, a hint of playful anticipation as he held out his hand to you — «May i have this dance?»

Your heart fluttered at the suggestion, a mixture of surprise and delight filled your chest, you met his eyes, feeling a surge of warmth as your hand slid into his, fingers intertwined naturally, his touch was firm yet gentle, causing a tingle in your hand as he guided you to the center of the dance floor.

The world seemed to disappear as you were enveloped in the music and Chris's presence, he pulled you close to him, his other hand resting confidently on your waist, the distance between you was minimal, and you could feel the even rhythm of his heart, matching your own.

His movements were fluid, guiding you with an innate sense of grace, with every step he seemed to tune in to your every move, ensuring that the dance flowed smoothly between you.

While the song was playing, Chris' eyes were still fixed on you, his expression was a mixture of sincere interest and light playful charm.

A slight smile curved his lips and he leaned slightly, his voice a velvety mutter — «You know, i've been watching you across the room all night» he confessed, his tone carrying a note of flirtatious.

Your cheeks turned pink, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement ran through you — «Is that so?» you answered, and a soft laugh escaped your lips.

Chris nodded, his eyes met yours — «Yes, and i have to say, you have a way of lightning up the entire room»

The compliment sent a pleasant shiver down your spine and you couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence in his presence, as the music continued to weave its charm you found yourself moving in sync with Chris, a dance that transcends footsteps and becomes a conversation in itself.

The space between you got smaller, the magnetic attraction became undeniable, Chris's fingers touched your lower back, his touch sent electricity through your body, his voice, low and intimate, resonated in your ears — «I'm glad you decided to talk to me» he confessed, his words were full of sincerity.

You met his eyes and your heart sank — «I'm glad too» you answered, but your voice was soft, filled with a sincere flash of affection.

The song reached its climax and Chris's hand squeezed yours lightly, his touch grounding you in a whirlwind of emotions, and then as the last notes faded into the air, he brought your hand to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles, the gesture was both chivalrous and intimate, leaving tingling after itself.

As applause from the other guests filled the space, Chris released your hand but didn't back down, his eyes met yours, a silent understanding slipped between you, and then, with a slight smile, he offered his hand, silently inviting you to spend a few more minutes together.

With a smile of your own, you wrapped your arm around his, feeling warmth and connection transcend the dance floor as you stepped away from the center of the action, the chatter of celebration abruptly faded into the background

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺

As the festivities continued to swirl around you, Chris leaned closer, his voice a soft whisper that sent chills down your spine — «You know, it's getting a little crowded here» he said thoughtfully, touching your ear with his lips — «How about taking a short break?»

His offer took you by surprise, a mixture of surprise and excitement seething inside, looking at the lively crowd and then back at him, you couldn't help but smile — «Well, taking a break sounds like a good idea»

With a playful spark in his eyes, Chris gently took your hand and led you away from the main area of the celebration, the two of you made your way through the labyrinth of guests, his presence was both calming and exciting, as you walked he maintained an easy conversation, making you laugh and forget about the noise and chaos around.

Eventually you found yourself in a quieter corner of the room, away from prying eyes and the buzz of conversation, the soft glow of the garlands creating a warm, intimate atmosphere, and a sense of calmness swept over the two of you.

Chris turned to face you, his smile was warm and sincere — «You know, it may sound a little crazy, but i have a suggestion» he said, and mischief danced in his eyes.

Your curiosity was piqued and you raised an eyebrow — «Oh, really? What a suggestion?»

He pointed to the exit with a nod of his head, a mischievous smirk played on his lips — «How about getting away from it all for a while? My car is parked outside and.. i think it would be nice to have a change of scenery»

You were intrigued by the idea of escaping from the noisy celebration into a more private and personal setting, you nodded with a smile, a thrill of anticipation running through you — «I'm in, go ahead»

Chris's smirk widened and he extended his hand inviting you to join him on this spontaneous adventure, as you grabbed his arm with yours the two of you started to make your way towards the exit, moving carefully so as not to attract too much attention.

The night air was refreshing when you both found yourself outside, the cool breeze was a nice contrast to the warmth of the holiday, Chris' car, sleek and black, was parked nearby and he swung open the passenger door — «Your chariots await, milady» he said with a playful wink, his brown eyes twinkling.

The interior of the car was cozy and intimate, subdued lighting creating a warm atmosphere followed by soft background music, Chris leaned back in the seat, his eyes fixed on you, a playful smile touching his lips.

You couldn't help but laugh at the comfort and excitement of his presence, the inside of the car was cozy and when Chris started the engine, the soft glow of the dashboard illuminated his features.

With quiet background music you shared stories, hopes and dreams, the conversation flowed easily and initial shyness gave way to playful banter and flirtatious remarks, time seemed to slip away as you got lost in each other's company.

As the night deepened, Chris turned to you, his gaze intense but gentle — «I'm glad i met you tonight, Y/n» he confessed in a hoarse whisper.

Your heart beat faster when you met his eyes, you took your breath away — «Me too, Chris» you confessed in the same quiet voice.

Before you noticed it, Chris stopped the car in a secluded area with a breathtaking view of the city lights, he turned off the engine and a calm silence fell over you as you looked at the illuminated horizon.

— «It's wonderful!» you muttered with surprise in your voice.

Chris turned to you with a soft and sincere expression — «I'm glad you think so»

As the minutes turned into hours, the two of you continued to talk, share stories, and exchange laughter, the nervousness long gone, replaced by a deep sense of comfort and connection that felt natural and undeniable.

The two of you were talking and laughing, the bond between you deepening even further as the conversation took a flirtatious turn.

With a soft smile, Chris cupped your cheek, his touch was gentle and reverent — «I am very glad that we took this chance» he confessed in a voice hoarse with excitement.

Your heart filled with tenderness, the conversation took other scenario and Chris reached to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, goosebumps ran down your spine at his touch, the air filled with anticipation and soon the space between you contracted as your lips met in a gentle kiss.

The kiss was at first a soft, delicate exploration of shared feelings, but as the moments went by it deepened, fueled by the electric chemistry that simmered throughout the evening, Chris's hand cupping your cheek, his thumb touching your skin as the kiss turned into a passionate dance.

The kiss deepened, igniting a fire of longing and desire that smoldered under the surface of the night, which continued to unfold in a haze of stolen glances, and you don't notice how you find yourself on his knees facing him.

Chris's hands instinctively find their place on your hips, his touch is gentle, the desire between you is palpable, the hunger grows with every moment.

As you sat on him, his lips find the exposed skin of your neck, his teeth lightly touch your flesh, a low growl escapes his throat, a sound reflecting his primal desires, he leaves a trail of hot kisses along your collarbone, his hands grip your waist, tight holding you close.

Leaning closer, his warm breath dances against your ear as he speaks in a low, husky voice — «Don't worry, sweetheart, i'll give you exactly what you need» his words are filled with promise, and his tone is a mixture of tension and tenderness.

Chris's hands begin to explore your body, his touch as light as a feather as he traces the curves and contours of your skin along your spine, he takes his time enjoying every moment as his fingers slide over your thighs, up your sides and caress the softness of your breasts through your dress.

His lips find their way to your neck, continuing to leave gentle kisses on sensitive skin, he enjoys how you react to his touch, how your body curves and presses closer to him, Chris revels in his opportunity to please you, choosing to lift you to new heights.

His hands slide under your dress, his touch is hot and more confident, his fingertips touch the smooth skin of your thighs, sending a shiver of anticipation through your body, he explores the curves and contours of your body, his touch is gentle and firm.

His fingertips rise higher, slowly approaching the peak of your desire, Chris's touch is purposeful, he caresses the inside of your thighs, teasingly skirting the edge of where you crave him the most, he can feel the heat emanating between your legs, which indicates your growing excitement.

As his fingers trace patterns on your inner thighs, you find him in a passionate and burning kiss, his tongue dances with yours, a symphony of desire and need, his kiss is intense, his longing for you manifests in every movement.

Chris's voice is a low, seductive growl against your lips — «It's okay, that's right?» despite the excitement and the atmosphere, he can't help but worry about your agreement, his voice trembling slightly, watching you nod your head

— «Yes, Chris, p..please»

His fingers finally reach their destination, his touch glides over your folds, exploring your wetness, his touch is skillful, his fingers draw insanely slow circles around your clit, he enjoys the way your body reacts to his touch, the way you moan during the kiss .

His fingers begin to more purposefully explore your folds, sliding between them and delving into your depths of the clitoris, his touch seems ruthless, his movements are calculated to drive you crazy with pleasure, he seems to know how to caress your most sensitive places, pushing closer to the edge.

His fingers move purposefully, gliding in and out of your moisture, each push brings you closer to the edge, his movements getting faster and more intense, he knows exactly how to press your buttons, how to make you untangle under his touch.

As he continues to please you, his other hand sliding up your body, his fingertips tracing a path across your quivering skin, Chris enjoys the feel of your body responding to his touch, the way your muscles tighten and your breathing quicken.

His lips find their way to your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses on sensitive skin, he bites and sucks, as if marking you as his own.

His voice is low, an unexpectedly hoarse whisper in your ear — «You're so beautiful, so good, shit..» his words are full of desire, promises of more intensity as you shudder from the pressure in your lower abdomen and shiver down your spine at his compliments.

Chris's fingers quicken his pace, his touch becomes more insistent, he is determined to drive you crazy, make you scream his name in ecstasy, he feels the tension build up inside you, clear signs that you are on the verge of release.

He can feel your need, your desperate desire to be free, so with a final push of his fingers he pushes you over the edge, sending you into an intense orgasm.

As your body shudders with pleasure, Chris holds you tight, tight and incredibly caring, he enjoys the way your body shudders as your moans fill the air, as you shudder when your pleasure testifies to his ability to satisfy you.

Chris continues to hold you close, his fingers slow down as you struggle with the waves of your orgasm, he wants to enjoy every moment to engrave this memory forever in his memory, you are his greatest pleasure and he intends to continue in the same spirit, at least tonight.

Once the trembling of your climax subsides, he leans back slightly, his eyes glowing with satisfaction to sparkle at your next trembling words, nothing more than a gentle chirp for him.

— «I.. i'm.. i want you, Chris..»

Chris's eyes look into yours, and at your request, surprise flashes across his face, for a moment his facade wavers as he sees the vulnerability in your eyes, desire, Chris understands that behind your desire for pleasure lies something deeper, a desire for real connections.

He takes a deep breath and nods, his voice soft as he answers — «Me too, hun»

He gently lifts you off your knees, his arms still around your waist, Chris stands up and reaches to take your hand so he can take you into the backseat of the car, his touch slow and gentle as he caresses your cheek.

He speaks with a voice full of sincerity — «I'll be gentle, my love, i will cherish you every moment» his words are a promise, an oath to make this connection something more than just physical pleasure.

Chris slowly undresses, his movements deliberate and reverent, he takes his time, savoring the anticipation that grows between you as he shows you his naked form that looms over you.

He runs his fingers over your body, marking every curve and contour as if memorizing them, his touch is soft, his fingertips leaving a fiery trail behind him, he is positioned above you, his gaze is riveted to yours, seeking permission and connection.

Chris enters you slowly, his movements are controlled and deliberate, he moves with the utmost tenderness, his movements are gentle and unhurried, he wants to enjoy this moment so that you feel loved and connected to him on a deeper level.

As he moves inside you, Chris' eyes never leave yours, he wants to please you in ways that go beyond the physical, to create a bond that goes beyond just meeting.

In the enclosed space, they moved with delightful urgency, their bodies finding a rhythm that drove them both to the brink of pleasure, the windows fogged up even more as their passion intensified, their moans and sighs filled the car, Chris's hands gripped your hips, guiding their movements until you rocked against each other, lost in a world of pleasure.

— «S-so good, Chris, mmh» your voice is a slight hoarse tremor, covered by a sudden moan

Chris's eyes search for yours, the intensity of his gaze reflecting his understanding of your desire, and he nods, his voice filled with newfound tenderness as he responds to your request — «I will give you more, love, everything you need»

His movements become more deliberate, his thrusts deepen as he seeks to fulfill your desires, he takes his time, enjoying the connection between your bodies, the way you are perfect for each other.

His hands wander over your body, his touches are gentle and tremulous, he caresses your skin leaving fiery traces behind him, his lips find yours in a gentle passionate kiss, his tongue intertwines with yours in a dance of desire.

As he continues to move inside you, Chris adjusts his pace and angle to give you maximum pleasure, listening to your quiet sighs and moans, attuned to your body's response, determined to make this experience everything you've both been waiting for.

Chris's voice whispers hoarsely in your ear as he mutters words of adoration — «You're so beautiful, so perfect»

He showers your neck and collarbone with gentle kisses, his actions testify to the depth of his feelings at the moment, noting every reaction, every breath and thrill that escapes your lips, Chris is attuned to your desires seeking to give you pleasure that transcends the physical, he wants to give everything to you to create a moment that will remain in your memories.

— «C-chris, i-i'm close!»

He understands silently and his movements become more insistent, his thrusts get faster and deeper, Chris feels the heat build up inside him, the familiar tangle of pleasure tightens inside, he is close, so close to the edge, but he wants to make sure that you reach your peak first.

His hand glides to where your bodies meet, his fingers find your most sensitive spot, the touch is skillful, his movements are calculated to give you maximum pleasure, he rubs and swirls your clit, his pace matches the rhythm of thrusts.

He watches your face, studying every flash of pleasure dancing across your features as he whispers seductively — «Cum for me, let it go, sweetheart»

The intensity of his touch and the words escaping from his lips push you to breaking point, your body trembling and squeezing around him just like your walls around his cock as the waves of ecstasy crash down Chris feels your release and that pushes him to the extreme too.

With a final push, he finds his release, his body tense as he pours himself inside you, Chris moans your name, his voice filled with unbridled desire and satisfaction, his breath hitching as he tries to catch his breath.

Chris leaned over, his forehead pressed against yours — «I'm glad i met you tonight, Y/n» he muttered in a sincere voice.

You smiled, your heart was full of feelings — «Me too, Chris»

Chris pulls you to him, his arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace, he kisses you gently on the forehead and whispers endless words of tenderness in your ear.

Thus, under the starry sky and the dark interior of the car, among the celebration of love and new beginnings, your own love story seems to have found its magical beginning.

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ovaryacted · 25 days

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retired chris and his grey streaks of hair and his silly glasses because old man cannot fucking read now and his strongs arms despite not working out as before and his old man habits and his— Capcom make him older I'm not afraid.

RUBYYYYYYY. Listen, when you first sent me this ask I quite literally had heart palpitations just thinking about it. God...I need old man Chris so bad I'm going to CRY.

Just imagine it, he's sitting on the couch now, wearing a soft green crewneck sweater that accentuates his soft chest and arms. He still has a similar physique to when he was younger, strong biceps, and a broad back that shifts whenever he moves. But the lack of activity in his retirement has certainly softened him out, all of that hard muscle now covered by a layer of fat that rubs against you whenever you're pressed into him.

You can only watch him as he reads the newspaper in his hand, glasses sitting on the tip of his nose while he contemplates the next entry in his crossword puzzle. The grey streaks in his hair started to come in two years ago when he was officially done with his job, and you half expected them to stop because he was no longer stressed. Yet they kept on coming, growing along the sides of his head first before reaching further back. You saw how his facial hair began to grey too, giving him a mature charm that warmed your heart and made desire pool in your gut every time you looked at him.

Coming behind him on the couch, you offered him a cup of tea, his head turning back to look at you with a soft smile. A kiss on your cheek was your silent thank you, matching his grin with your own as you glanced at his crossword puzzle.

"How's your little game going?", you ask him, watching him take a sip of the tea you made for him and humming at the taste. You always knew how to take care of him.

"Seems harder today, I can't figure out this missing word", Chris looks at the puzzle quizzically, squinting his eyes as if it will make him think harder.

It was cute, the way his nose scrunched up in an attempt to focus his eyesight a bit better on what was in front of him. You hover over his shoulder, instinctively having your hand come to the back of his neck and massage his skin. You rubbed against his nape, where the grey hairs were the most prominent, and you felt him groan out in relief at your touch.

"The answer is Fraiser honey", you answered for him, and as the gears turn in Chris' head to realize you were right, he chuckles.

"What would I do without you?", he says to you, smiling wide to where the sides of his eyes crinkled.

"You'd be struggling with your puzzle", you teased him, rolling your eyes at the kiss he offered you against your lips.

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cho-aaacho · 6 months

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(Flufftober 2023) Early Morning/Morning After

Main Masterlist I Archive of Our Own

Flufftober 2023 Masterlist I Prompts List

Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Early Mornings, Living Together, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless

(Flufftober 2023 Day 15)

The morning breeze a gentle caress through his hair, kissing him with tender affection. The canvas of the sky is painted in hues of crimson and golden ochre, a masterpiece painting from heaven.

In the tranquil morning, a gentle melody played on. The symphony of dawn harmonized with the horizon and whispered its warmth to every living thing.

And then, a seductive aroma of high-quality coffee wafted on the right side, alluring the balcony with its charm.

With a tender "Good morning," you graced Chris with a cup of coffee. He hummed in response. The true reason he cherished mornings was you. A morning kiss that is sweeter than sugar, your smile beneath the dawn, was a morning routine for him when he started living together with you.

Every morning was a new love story in his memory.

He loves sharing a passionate kiss on your cute lips or just a simple, romantic shower with you. The world may find it corny. But for Chris, it is something that he would cherish for his life. He never tired of savoring the coffee you brewed because he knew it was a cup of love crafted just for him.

"How are you sleeping?" You smiled, sitting beside him on the balcony. "I have a feeling that a morning run will be good for my health."

Chris chuckled. "I can't imagine you as a morning runner."

"Stop teasing me, Chris! I'm a good runner; you should know that."

A warm, comforting aura enveloped him as your smile blossomed. His eyes fixed on you, a color of oceanic blues and forest greens, locking you in their embrace. Oh... God, how he swore his love for you deepened each day. The dawn's light makes your beauty seem a millionfold more ethereal.

From the very first time he met you, he invited you into his tiny world. Allowing you to share his love that he'd never share with anyone else. As your comfort in his presence bloomed, he gave his heart to you, letting you feel his blue and red, his black and gray. Entrusting you to save his heart in yours.

He was never one to express his love at first; he always buried those feelings deep within his heart. However, when he met you, something inside him awakened. To the point of telling him to reach your soul, compelling him to claim you and every part of you as his and his alone.

"I'm always happy to have an exact morning routine with you." He said this as his hands squeezed your palm. "I want to be with you, not only in the morning but every moment of every day, alongside you."

"You know, it feels so weird to hear this in the morning."

You couldn't help but giggle. At the same time, you playfully reach him, your hand cupping his cheeks. Trying to lead his soul with your eyes. After a few seconds, you plant a slight kiss on his lips, feeling his sweet and cute lips brush against yours.

"...but remind me that you're Chris Redfield. Everything is possible for Chris Redfield to say something like that. I love you too; even if the sun loses its warmth, I still love you."

Note : It's always fun to write Chris in love with someone else. Because I'm sure he has a soft spot for his partner. I want to make him happy with his current life because, every time I see Chris, only melancholy appears in his eyes. He lost so many people around him, yet he is still doing "that job." I hope Capcom gives him justice; at least I want to see him smiling again :'')))

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yourgentlegirlfriend · 1 year

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

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

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

gender neutral reader x Vendetta Chris Redfield.

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

Word count: 2,830

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

“Are you alright?”

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

“Are you a cop?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Just get in the back and stay down!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes sir, Captain… Redfield?”

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

—-

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

“Thank god Leon-“

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

“What are you DOING?”

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

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

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

“Oh shit, sorry am I interrupting-“

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

Chris cut Leon off before pointing at you.

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

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

——

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

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

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

“Please remember what I asked of you.”

He was so fast, it’s scary actually.

“Here we go, let’s lay you down..”

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

“Mother fucker…”

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

——

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

“Okay.. okay..”

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

—-

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

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

—-

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

“Chris?”

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

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

You cut Chris off, pointing to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh so, I’m gonna be a prisoner..”

You teased before he handed you a pair of keys.

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

——-

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

——

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

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

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

“What happened Chris? Jesus..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you Chris.”

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

“I love you too.”

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