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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 4 months

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Ice Cream Apologies

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Pairings: chris redfield/ethan winters, mia winters/ethan winters

Word Count: 2951

Fuck, she's her father's daughter. Every day, he looks at her and he can't stop fucking seeing Ethan. In how she holds herself with her shoulders just a little hunched, how her mouth twists the same way his did when he wants to call bullshit but is too polite to say it. How she smiles and the corners of her eyes crinkle up like she just can't help it. Even how she fights—she holds a gun the same way he did, she picks her targets the way he did, she even reloads the way he did. "That's the fucking problem, Redfield," he grumbles to himself as he turns onto the bridge. *** A look at Chris's perspective after his fight with Rose, and a memory that he's never quite figured out what to do with.

"No skin broken, no risk of direct contamination."

Chris nods. The doctor takes a cotton swab and runs it over the bite mark. He takes three more samples before Chris scoffs. "Isn't that a bit excessive?"

"We've never seen what the saliva alone can do. Risk of contamination through the blood is possible, but the saliva itself might have properties that—"

"Fine, fine," he interrupts, "just—hurry it up."

The doctor gives him a look but moves slightly faster. After all of the samples are taken—six in total—he wipes down Chris's arm like he's a kid getting a flu shot again and tells him he's good to go.

"We'll monitor it closely for the next few days, at least until we're sure—"

"You said it didn't even break the skin. What's the point in monitoring it? You've got the samples and it's not like Rose is quarantined."

"It's just a safety precaution."

He scoffs again. "Safety precaution. Right."

He leaves the doctor without another word, shrugging on his jacket and reaching for his phone. Odds are he won't have been delayed heavily enough to miss the next briefing with the rest of the squad, but with how many fucking samples they had to take, it's not worth risking that he—

"Sir."

Chris looks up to see a team of armed agents heading towards him. He frowns, discreetly tucking his phone in his back pocket. "Yes?"

"Detail is set up on a four-shift rotation, first team goes live in five," reports the agent in front, "reports are set to come in at—"

"Whoa, wait, detail for what?"

The agent frowns. "For the bioweapon."

Irritation flares. "She's a kid, she doesn't need a detail right now. She's in the compound, she's in her room, she knows to tell someone when she's going somewhere and Paul's on shift."

"Sir, with respect, the bioweapon—"

"Her name is Rose."

The agent makes a face like he smells something. Chris can smell something, it's bullshit, and this guy reeks of it. "Rose attacked you and possibly infected you. Our orders are—"

"You get your orders from me." He steps forward and tries not to grin at how quickly the armed agents skitter. "And I'm ordering you to disband this detail. It's not necessary. Rose is fine. I've got it under control."

The agent glances at Chris's arm before he makes another face and mutters: "Yes, sir."

Chris glares at them until they all slink off down the hall. Then he makes sure no one else is about to ambush him as he goes to the car and storms to the garage. He shuts the door a little harder than necessary and sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. After a moment, he pulls out his phone and makes a call.

"Hub 7."

"Is Rose still in her room?"

Keyboard clicks from the other side. "Yes, she is."

He picks at a stain on the steering wheel. "Is she…okay?"

"She's staring at the wall with those lights on it, but she seems fine. Why, did something—?"

"Thanks."

He shuts the phone off and sits in silence. He glances down at the sleeve-covered bitemark. He can still feel the weight of her when he'd thrown her off him—light, still so light, still so young—and the ringing echo of the guns trained on her the second she hit the ground.

He starts the car and pulls out onto the road, driving out of the main bay of the compound. He taps his thumb against the steering wheel. He rubs his temples.

Shit.

"Fucking doc," he mutters under his breath, "she's just a kid. She's still just a fucking kid."

He hadn't expected her to bite him. He'd expected her to get angry, sure, hell, that's what he'd been doing, but the bite was…surprising. And then she'd looked at him with the guns pointed right at her and she'd looked so—so—

A horn blares and he slams on the brakes just in time to avoid running into the car in front of him. He waves a bit sheepishly as the other driver yells through the windows and gives himself a shake.

No use thinking about it anymore. It was over. Rose was fine, safe in her room, and he's…

He sighs, taking advantage of the red light. Rubbing his temples with one hand, he looks over and checks his phone. No missed calls, no nothing from the rest of the squad, and nothing from Rose. Not that he particularly expected anything, she's probably still royally pissed at him. Not that he can blame her.

He'd been too harsh today. He'd known the second she'd refused to tap out once he'd pinned her that he'd fucked up. And then she was halfway across the room on her hands and knees and he was fine and she'd looked so hurt. So confused. That fucking expression is still burned into his head. He'd wanted to—shit, he didn't know. Fix it. Make her stop looking at him like that, even though he knew exactly what had put it there.

Knew exactly why he'd put it there.

The road starts to open up and there's less and less of a risk of accidentally running into someone, so he takes one hand off the wheel. It's still a bad idea to let his thoughts run away from him, but he can't stop seeing Rose's confused, hurt face and he can't stop thinking about how much it reminds him of her father.

Fuck, she's her father's daughter.

Every day, he looks at her and he can't stop fucking seeing Ethan. In how she holds herself with her shoulders just a little hunched, how her mouth twists the same way his did when he wants to call bullshit but is too polite to say it. How she smiles and the corners of her eyes crinkle up like she just can't help it. Even how she fights—she holds a gun the same way he did, she picks her targets the way he did, she even reloads the way he did.

"That's the fucking problem, Redfield," he grumbles to himself as he turns onto the bridge.

He'd made the same mistake with Ethan, too. He'd trained so many recruits into soldiers that it had become rote. You knock them down, you tell them what they did wrong, they get back up and try again. They were supposed to be soldiers, damnit, that's how it had to work. They got frustrated, they got angry, they got in his face and yelled at him or they stormed off, but they always did it. They buckled down and trained and they made it. Mia was like that. Mia knew what he expected of her and she had the same grit that pulled her through three years in that hellhole in Louisiana. But with Ethan…

He'd made Ethan cry.

Chris is pretty sure that his emotionally compromised state was an open secret amongst the higher-ups at BSAA. Ethan Winters was not supposed to be personally trained by Chris Redfield, not for the amount of time that he was and certainly not to the degree he was. The man could shoot like a fucking sniper with barely any input on Chris's part—he's still not entirely sure how the fuck that happened when Ethan admitted he'd never so much as gone paintballing before Dulvey—but everything else…

Safe to say if Ethan was a normal recruit, he'd have washed out long ago.

But he'd been so fucking earnest, trying over and over with a smile and a self-deprecating laugh when he couldn't get something. Like they were playing, not doing military training. And he couldn't help himself, he wasn't acting like he was training Ethan to survive either. Saying shit like it's okay, you'll get it next time instead of barking orders, or let's try this instead, you're getting the hang of it instead of making Ethan buckle down until he got it right just once. And when a year had passed and Ethan's progress was slim enough to make a few of his squad turn their heads, the higher-ups had done some buckling down of their own.

He was given a week to get his shit together, or the Winters family would be transferred to someone else for training.

Mia didn't so much as blink when he started getting tougher on her and for a moment, for a moment, he thought it might be fine. If Mia could do it, then so could Ethan. But Mia was an agent of a bioterrorist organization masquerading as a person doing a babysitting job when the ship crashed in Louisiana. Ethan was a systems engineer who was just trying to bring his wife home.

He'd shown up for training that day and smiled at Chris. Called him 'buddy.' Like they were friends getting together for coffee. He'd looked baffled when Chris snapped that he was late, even though he wasn't, and to get his ass onto the mats.

"You said we were doing gear checks today—"

"That's an order, Winters."

And Ethan had looked at him for a moment before he shrugged and went to the locker room. He'd come out, smiling again, and taken a starting position on the mat. "Are we going to—whoa!"

Chris had laid him out before he could finish his sentence. "Don't let your guard down like that. Get up. Again."

"Can't let me say hello?" But he'd gotten up. "Am I just supposed to—hey!"

"I said," Chris had growled, not stopping, "don't let your guard down."

"My guard wasn't up in the first place, I—ah!"

"Focus."

Ethan had tried. He'd put his hands up and tried to defend himself. But he was slow. Sloppy. Not like someone who Chris Redfield had personally trained for a year should be. Chris knocked him down again and turned his back.

"Not even gonna give me a hand up?"

"I shouldn't even be giving you this long to get up. Save your breath."

They'd gone like that for half an hour. Ethan didn't land so much as a hit on him. Every time he hit the mats he grunted like he was in pain. He shouldn't have been in pain, he should've been used to what it felt like to be knocked down so he could get back up. But he wasn't. Because Chris hadn't trained him right. So he'd barked at Ethan to get up, come on, hit me, and Ethan got up again and again and he never hit Chris once.

He could tell Ethan was getting frustrated. So he baited him, trying to draw it out. He knew how to deal with that frustration, knew if he could get it to anger, Ethan might actually stand a chance.

Then he started talking.

"What the hell got into you today?" he'd said as he picked himself up, a hand to his side. "You get bad news, or something?"

"Shut up and fight, Winters."

"Really," he panted as they kept sparring—well, as Ethan kept failing to hit him and failing to dodge— "is there something wrong? Is the squad—?"

He'd knocked him down to try and get him to shut up but oh no, not Ethan Winters.

"Is it those people Mia used to work for?" He was slower getting up. "Or something with the clean-up?"

"You're not worrying about the right thing," and he'd gone again. Faster. Harder. Ethan couldn't fucking talk if he was too busy trying not to let Chris beat him up.

It worked. For a moment. Then he'd knocked Ethan prone again and he'd just stayed there, panting.

"Get up."

"What's wrong, Chris?" Ethan had asked, his voice suddenly soft and gentle. "Something's bothering you, I can tell, let me help."

And he couldn't, he couldn't tell him, and so he'd growled and wrenched Ethan off the floor and thrown him to his feet, stalking after him. "I said get up."

"Chris, please, just talk to me—"

"Shut up, Winters."

"—I'm your friend, let me help—"

"Shut up." He'd grabbed Ethan's shirt and pulled him close. "We are not friends. I am your commanding officer. You do not ask what is wrong with me, you shut up and you follow orders. You are sloppy, you are unfocused, and you are not good enough. So get that fucking head of yours in the game or I'm done with you, do you understand?"

He'd thrown him back and given him three seconds to get into a defensive position before he was on him again.

They fought.

Ethan didn't say anything. His jaw set. Something burned behind his eyes.

A punch missed Chris's shoulder.

Chris growled and wheeled around—

—and punched Ethan right in the face.

They'd frozen like that, in the middle of the mats, Chris's hand still drawn back, Ethan still on his feet, staring at Chris. Their breaths had rung out harshly in the empty room, each hitting like thunder against Chris's ears.

Some part of him had known, logically, that everyone's eyes water when they get hit in the face. It's like a reflexive reaction, impact equals watering.

But Ethan was crying.

And he was still staring at Chris like a fucking wounded puppy, so hurt and shocked and confused and upset, with tears streaming down his face and his mouth halfway open. And Chris—

Chris hadn't known what the fuck to do.

The part of him he'd been pushing to the front of his brain snapped at him to get himself together, to tell Ethan to cut that shit out and focus. The part that had been screaming since he got that notice from the higher-ups screamed again, yelled at him to fix this, you asshole, he's fucking crying. He'd stood there dumbly, staring at Ethan crying silently, until he'd heard the click of the door opening and turned sharply on his heel.

He'd barked at the other agents to get out, they were busy, but he'd left Ethan alone on the mats and out of earshot. When the doors had closed and he was alone again he still had no idea what to do. On autopilot, he'd gone to fetch their water bottles and gone back, only to stop before he walked back out into the room.

He'd stared at Ethan, crouched down under the bright training lights. He could hear the muffled sobs. He could see the way the man's shoulders kept shaking, the way he wiped furiously at his face. He saw the way he slumped down, the way he curled up, defeated.

He'd looked down at the water bottles, and left Ethan's just outside the door.

It wasn't until later, much later, after Ethan was dead and Mia could bear to be in the same room with him for more than five minutes that he realized just how badly he'd fucked up that day. They'd gotten drunk off of Ethan's favorite wine and Mia had confessed how awful it felt when Ethan started having nightmares. He'd known what happened from the files, and from the bits Ethan had shared with him during their downtime, but his heart had just about fallen out of his fucking chest when Mia drunkenly told him that he just kept coming back.

"Eveline made me stab him," she'd cried, "she made me cut—cut off his hand with a chainsaw and he just—he still came back."

Chris's drunk brain had formed the conclusion his sober one hadn't been brave enough to. He'd been trying to get Ethan to see him as Jack Baker, even Eveline, someone he could get mad at and stay mad at. But he'd never been the bad guy, not to Ethan. He'd been…he'd been…

Okay, his drunk brain hadn't been that brave.

But you were, it hissed at him, he cared about you enough to let you hurt him like that. And he still came back.

He tries not to admit to himself how often he wishes he could've done that whole day over. Sat Ethan down and explained to him what was going on—because no one ever told him anything, not really—or even afterwards, instead of leaving the water bottle and fleeing like a coward, gone over to him. Taken a towel and wrapped it around him like a blanket, said he was sorry, that he didn't mean it, not any of it, wiped his tears and let him cry, offered to let him punch Chris in the face for being such an asshole.

Ethan wouldn't have, not at that point. He might've laughed, maybe, and said Chris owed him a drink. The first time Chris managed to psych himself up enough to go to Ethan's grave, he'd drained an entire bottle of wine.

He gives himself a good shake.

Ethan's dead, he reminds himself, focus on Rose.

Rose…Rose who was so very much her father's daughter. If he'd made her cry today, he wouldn't have fucked that up twice. No, he'd have told all the idiots with guns to fuck off and run right over, let her rage and scream at him—bite him again if she wanted to. He'd hold her, if she let him, because she was still just a kid and she didn't deserve that.

He'd tell her, he decided. When he got back, he'd explain why he was such an asshole. And—well, he couldn't take her out for a drink, but he could take her out for ice cream.

She was still young enough to like ice cream, right?

As he pulls up to where the rest of the squad is waiting, he swears he can hear Ethan laugh,

Everyone likes ice cream, Chris, you're never too old for ice cream.

#resident evil #resident evil 7 #resident evil biohazard #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #chris redfield #ethan winters #rosemary winters #fic #dragonbabbles

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softmick · 5 months

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characteristically late tag game wednesday (i was actually on time this week, but last week nothing went right for me so...)

name: meagan

zodiac sign: leo

personality type in enneagram, myers-briggs, or both: 6, the loyalist & infp

before we hit the road, what snack are you gonna bring for our trip? gum, some kind of fruity candy, and popcorn or cheez-its for crunch

navigator gets to pick the music so what song are you turning on? usually i just put on my yearly playlist, but there are some moods that have specific artists. if it's warm out and we have the windows down at night on the interstate? frank ocean. if i'm driving home alone from where i grew up it's probably iron and wine or death cab.

what is a universe from a fantasy tv show you would like to visit? really like the witcher, seeing creatures would be cool. also magic. and dwarves. also i'd really prefer the video game version but...

and what about a fantasy movie? rivendell from lotr. catch me lounging and healing

okay, what about a scifi tv show? i don't want missions and hijinks but one where i could travel easily. like dr who or star trek or have a portal gun a la rick and morty.

and a scifi movie universe? avatar cause pretty colors and creatures and flying. i guess? i don't really know. i kept trying to think of sci-fi movies and my brain got stuck on gattaca but i do not want to go there.

any other tv show or movie you’d like to swing by before we move on? chris's version of heaven in what dreams may come

okay hold on to your butts we’re switching gears to fanfic universes. tell me which fanfic universe we’re visiting first? i just want to watch nightmare hour once.

cool, do you have one more you’d like to stop at before we head home? you can bite me 'cause vampires.

alright, on our way out of fanfic land you get to snag some tropes to bring home and apply to your own life, think fast!

soulmates or enemies to lovers WAIT both. enemies who find out they're soulmates // coffee shop or flower shop // fake relationship or slow burn // amnesia or time loop // body swap or miscommunication // love triangle or arranged marriage // sharing a bed or drunken confession

wow okay, hope those tropes work out for you!! our adventure has finally come to an end, where in the world am i dropping you off? well don't take me home. australia is next on the list. wanna see the great barrier reef!

thank you for tagging me, Sky @skylerwinchester, Kat @mybrainismelted, and Ling @lingy910y and also thanks for your patience and continuing to send me stuff when i am MIA.

#hi #tag games

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itfitsitshipsart · 4 months

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A Step Away from Freedom

Self Insert X Karl Heisenberg

Consider this a path my insert and Karl may take. Canonically (Spoilers) he dies, and Ethan does take him up in his deal to team up. This explores that they did team up. With their common enemy dead, the group flees to freedom. Maybe.

Warnings: Swearing, and in the second half a scene involving a bit of a traumatic outburst.

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“Let's move out,” Chris ordered, ushering the small group onto the helicopter. Ethan stumbled onboard, his arms tightly around his baby daughter. Chris quickly helped him up, and turned to look at the other two. In the haste of fleeing, Evelyn held onto Karl, arms around his neck, fluttering her wings in an attempt to keep up. He grasped her tightly, grumbling. Chris looked back at them. “Hurry up!”

“We're going as fast as we damn well can.” Karl growled as he hoisted himself up into the helicopter. He took a seat, moving to allow Evelyn to nestle up beside him, and looked across at the small reunited family. Mia, Ethan, and little Rose. He sighed, feeling a sense of relief wash over his tired bones, and removed his hat.

Freedom.

Finally.

Chris's voice seemed also muffled as he gave orders. The machine lifted off, rising into the air, leaving the remains of that accursed village growing smaller and smaller. And with the click of a button, the remote detonator in Chris's hand, it was all gone.

Evelyn tightened her grip on Karl's arm, buried her face into his shoulder, and wrapped a wing around them both. He looked down at her. He knew she must have felt something for that town, her home, and to lose it all. But he couldn't feel the same. The only thing that was important in that godforsaken land was here beside him, safe, no longer caged.

But eyes were on them, and they didn't feel friendly. Karl glanced at the BSAA members in the helicopter. Half a dozen men, armed to the teeth, and some looking right at them. One leaned close to Chris, muttering something under the noise of the helicopter blades. He nodded, and muttered back.

Karl tensed up, feeling trouble. That relief of freedom was overshadowed. What were they going to do?

After about an hour, they finally landed. Karl leaned close to Evelyn, watching as the Winter's family exited. He got up, put on his hat, and gestured for her to go first.

Her feet barely touched the grass as she stepped out, wings unfurling fully. She reached out to Karl, and grinned, taking another step back as he reached forward. He lowered his head, grinning under his hat, and took a step towards her, and in return she took another hop backward with a giggle.

“Get over here,” he chuckled, lunging towards her. She bounded back, laughing, and flew up as he pursued her further.

Suddenly, Karl heard the pop of a silenced gun, and instantly he stopped the dart that was now inches from his neck. Evelyn gasped above him, and he felt his breath catch in his throat at the sound. With a fluttering of her wings, she swayed above, and pulled the dart from her own neck. She teetered precariously, and plummeted down, Karl catching her.

He glared at the BSAA troops, snarling. “We had a fucking deal! What are you doing?!”

“We're doing our job.” Chris stated, his brow deeply furrowed. “Even though you helped us, we cannot let you simply leave. You're infected, and we can't be sure that fact won't come back to bite us in the ass.”

“You think we want to cause trouble?! For years we just wanted out of that hellhole and away from that bitch, Miranda! We helped all of you for OUR sake!” He clutched her limp body tightly, breathing heavily.

So close. He could taste the freedom, and he could feel the chains again.

Without even moving, the dart that hovered at his neck twitched and flew back at the one who shot it, the force behind it puncturing through the bulletproof vest. “What did you put in those things?” He questioned, watching the man collapse to the ground.

“A sedative.” Chris responded, now raising his gun up. “Potent, but not deadly. But that's not in these. Don't make us shoot, Heisenberg. You won't be able to deflect these bullets.”

“You already made the first shot.” He snarled. He glanced around, at Chris, at the half dozen men of his squad, and Ethan and his family.

“Chris, leave them be.” Ethan stated, standing protectively in front of his wife and daughter.

“Stay out of this Ethan, you're a civilian, and you've fought your battle.”

“And they fought it too.”

Karl glanced over at Ethan, feeling a pang of guilt for being so quick to use his daughter for his own gains. He still would have if given no alternative, but the guilt sunk its jagged teeth in all the same. This man had every right to want him dead, yet defended them. Or maybe just her. He swore under his breath. She was better at not starting fights with her words.

“We just want to live quietly.” He muttered. “We want to be free. For years we wanted that.” He gritted his teeth. “...please… We're so close!”

Silence followed, and hung over the group like a dense fog. Karl couldn't read people, he had no idea what thoughts went on behind Chris's eyes as he stood there, gun pointed at him. He took a deep breath.

“Just a little further then, if you've been able to wait this long.” Chris gestured to the helicopter with his gun. “Come with us willingly, and I'll make sure I do everything I can to work out a way for you both to live somewhere undisturbed. Deal?”

Karl looked down at Evelyn, and her peaceful expression she held in her sleep. He hugged her close,

And nodded.

“Fine.”

Karl flashed a glare at the men as he walked past, cradling Evelyn in his arms. They kept their guns up, only lowering them after Chris ordered them to do so. They didn't trust him, and he didn't blame them. He didn't trust them either.

Evelyn felt a warm heaviness over her as she struggled to open her eyes. Fog clouded her mind, unable to recall what happened last. Rough, gentle hands touched her hair. Slowly, she forced her lids open, meeting a blinding white light. She blinked, and as she tried to move, felt her body ache.

The hands stroked her hair further, and a voice she recognized mumbled. “There you are. You don't have to rush.”

She blinked a few more times, and her vision began to clear. She recognized this blinding, sterile light.

She bolted upright, pushing the blankets away and beating her wings. The hands that she felt grabbed at her arms, and strongly held her. She cried out, struggling against them, straining to break free.

“You're fine!” He barked at her, and moved to let her see his face as he held her. Her frantic search for an exit went to him. The worried lines etched in skin, messy hair, a soft gaze from grey eyes. “Take a breath. You're fine.”

She knew this face.

“Karl,” she breathed, her heart still pounding, and her wings slowly falling to rest. She fell forward into him, and buried her face into the familiar scent that reminded her who he was, and who she was. “Where are we?” She mumbled into his shirt.

“Not completely sure. It's someplace owned by those BSAA bastards.” He loosened his grip on her arm, proceeding to rub her back. “Apparently they can't trust us. Insist on making sure we aren't a future threat.”

“But we aren't,”

“I know. And you know. But…” he sighed harshly. “They're not laying a finger on you. Any tests, or other shit they need to do to realize we deserve our freedom, they aren't touching a hair on your pretty head.” He hugged her tightly, and rested a gentle kiss on her hair.

#this is a mess but its my mess #im happy with chunks at least!#metal birdcage 🗡🕊#self ship #self ship writing

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makarovni · 6 months

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WIP Wednesday

I'm rewatching the Sopranos soooo you get a Christopher/Tiara thing I jumped back into. Mwah. Tagged by @corvosattano thank you il mio amico 💖

"So, Tiara," Carmela said, snapping Tiara out of her lovestruck trance, "have you and Chris thought about any honeymoon locations?"

Tia shrugged, internally laughing that Christopher wasn't part of this exchange, despite being nearly attached to her. "I dunno. We're still thinking about the wedding, for God's sake. Do we want something big and special, or something only the Family will know about? Fuck if I know."

"Well, Chrissy?" Carmela asked, intense blue eyes focused on him.

Christopher shrugged, taking a sip of his soda. "Still not sure. Why can't it be a combination of both, eh? You can make it as big and beautiful as you want, Tia, but maybe just have it in Ton' and Carm's backyard."

Tiara raised her eyebrow. "I thought you wanted a cathedral wedding."

Taking a bite of the meat in his pasta, Chris shook his head. "I thought about it," he said around the food in his mouth, "but I don't want the church catchin' on fire when I step in, ya know?"

He punctuated the sentence with a smile, and Tiara giggled, as he knew she would at such a joke. Carmela wasn't as amused, instead glaring at her cousin.

"That's not very funny, Christopher," Carmela said flatly. But her tone changed as she spoke the next sentence, "you guys are welcome to have it at our place, though. Of course you are."

"We'll figure it out," Christopher said, giving Tiara a sloppy kiss on the cheek, leaving behind a lip print of sauce, "right, dolcezza mia?"

At first, Tiara was flustered by this, feeling her cheeks turn rosy and warm when Christopher called her an Italian pet name. It was something he only did when he was in a good mood, and it always lifted her spirits. A small, embarrassed smile formed on her lips, her heart beating faster than usual, but when her eyes flicked over to the next group of men being sat down at a nearby table, it all went away.

Her fluttering heart nearly stopped, her heart-shaped lips dropping from a smile into a line, eyes wide but not in sparkling admiration for Christopher, face a ghostly white. She was silent, hands gripping the tablecloth with force, her heartbeat defibrillating and once again racing so hard that she could hear her pulse.

"Tiara?" Carmela asked, tilting her head and knitting her brows in concern. "Tiara, are you okay?"

This put Christopher's attention on her. "Hey, Tia, what's the matter with you?"

The chest pain was getting to be too much, a combination of struggling to breathe, tachycardia, and the acid rising in her esophagus. It hurt so bad, Tiara wanted to rip her dress open.

"Chrissy, I have to leave," she said shakily, beginning to stand up.

"Whoa, whoa, what's wrong?" He asked again, taking her side under his hand. "Come on, talk to me."

"I need to go," Tiara repeated, nearly stumbling out of her chair, but not taking her eyes off the three men being seated at that table. She began to back away slowly, then turned on her heel and ran, something very unlike Tiara.

Christopher stood up quickly and headed after her. "Tia! Where are you goin'?!"

She'd already ran out the front door, making it down the sidewalk only a few feet before she tripped on her own shoe and fell to the ground, skinning her knees and palms of her hands as she landed on them.

When Christopher got to her, she was sobbing. It was a cry unlike any other he'd heard from her, almost a scream. Her breathing was heavy, so much so that she arched her back with each shaky inhale. Tears were pouring from her eyes, pulling down streaks of dark eyeliner and mascara with them, the taste of their salt filling her mouth when they'd dripped into it.

"Tiara, what the fuck?" Christopher asked, kneeling down to her level. "Tell me what's goin' on! You're a fuckin' mess, come here." He wrapped his arms around her to try to help her up, but instead she gripped them closer to her, pulling her body into his chest and sobbing even harder into his shirt.

Christopher had been through Tiara's breakdowns before, but none had been as bad as this. She was basically screaming into him, hands gripping the fabric of his jacket so tight that it might rip. All he could do was hold her, his arms tight around her torso and hands gently rubbing her back, nose buried in her hair and lips leaving tiny kisses of reassurance on her head.

They sat like that for a few minutes, Christopher in silence, Tiara only able to let out agonizing sobs, before she looked up at him. Christopher felt his heart break when he saw the expression on her face, one of hopelessness and pain that he'd never seen on her before.

"Chrissy...please take me back home," she said softly, shakily, like she was pleading for her life. "Please."

"Okay, okay baby," he replied in an equally hushed tone, helping her up. "Come on, let's go to the car. I'll take you home. It'll be okay."

#tag game #wip wednesday #my wips #my writing #tiara rizzo

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alexandria-is-my-firstname · 2 years

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F IT, IMMA SPEEDRUN!! STORY SPEEDRUN LESSGO!!

(Before that though, there was a recent idea where Rosemary and Mia Winters were kept in a safe house in the woods by the BSAA after the event of RE8, there is a neighbouring town outside the woods and it'll be a setting after this one, and yup, Ethan lives in the woods too without a roof and with nature around him like the true fairy-godmother he is)

So, story starts off with Rosemary visiting Ethan very early than last visits, around 7-8 am and bringing a basket of snacks - wanting to have a private picnic with her fairy-godmother. Ethan's kinda surprised seeing Rose visiting very early and very insistant to spend time with him, though he senses that there's something up with little Rose.

Both Ethan and Rose would have little chats about their weeks; Rose talking about tests she did with Chris - who's now called Uncle - and how annoying the "doctors" were, and Ethan talking about how he misses food such as Rose's strawberry jam sandwiches (chose that cause i got the ideas while eating that). A little headcanon, if Ethan were to bite something like food, the food would grow molds and expire rapidly, so he gotta eat quick though he's still fine eating molds (Steven from SU says "I got healing spit!", Ethan from RE says "I got expiring spit!"),,,

After some little chats and sandwiches, Ethan sees Rose close to tearing up and snot slowly falling to her lips, of course there's something wrong. Ethan then question Rose what's the matter and Rose immdiately vented Ethan, now with complete tears falling on her cheeks to her chin.

Rose reveals that she has been recieving nightmares about monsters that lurks in the shadows; a tall lady in white who speaks like a dragon, a lady in black veil who speaks mockery behind a doll, a crowned beast who emerged from the waters, an old man with an iron warhammer and another fairy-godmother who vows to take Rose away,,, of course it's the Five Freaks, Ethan thought in worrisome glare.

Rose then questions Ethan if he could help take care of the nightmares and protect, and as he promised in the beginning of RE8, Ethan agrees to protect Rose from the monsters,,, but how tho? Well, Ethan thought about entering Rose's mind,,,

In this au story, Ethan's sorta the heart of the Megamycete while Rose is the head, Rose keeps the Megamycete's catalouge (memories, people, etc.) While Ethan keeps most of the powers whatever the Megamycete held. Beside Ethan holding most of the Megamycete's powers, he's sorta the bridge between the current world and the mindscape world within the Megamycete,,, it's like, Ethan is Rose's Eren Yeager and Rose is Ethan's Zeke Yeager (idk if you guys know AOT, and this is spoilers for the au's next plot).

So, Ethan plans to take care Rose's nightmare by entering the Megamycete's mindscape. Before that though,,,

To make sure Rose is comfortable and calm through out the trip, as well to keep their connection tight, Ethan and Rose grew and crafted rose flower crowns (idea was inspired by the uncle and the two kids who wore tinfoil hats in The Sign, as well Gumball and Darwin from that dream episode and glitch episode from TAWOG).

And so,,,

The two Winters enter the Megamycete's mindscape and arrive on the same cold place where Ethan last met Eveline, but their trip won't be swift, for fairy-godmother will come face his not-so-old enemy,,,

#resident evil 8 #re8 village #ethan winters #rosemary winters #Monster!Ethan #mindscape arc

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multi-fandom-imagine · 3 years

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Second Sense: Sight || Ethan Winters ||

A/n:

Eeyy more Ethan Winters love, and here I will be having a few skips in this one, from his and the readers wedding / honeymoon and to his and through all the shit of Village.

But I am changing a lot of the village and of course Rosemary is going to be Ethan’s and the Readers child.

This one is also super long.

Edit: fixed it so all the things with Ethan’s sight is now Italicized

Warnings:

Implied smut.

Ethan squirmed in his suit, the man did his best not to feel so nervous but looking at himself in the mirror, well that was soon tossed out the window.

“Stop moving so much Ethan.”

Glancing away from the mirror he dropped his shoulders turning his attention towards Mia, the woman was wearing a pastel blue dress. Her brunette hair in curls. “How can I...what if she say’s no..what if she-”

A loud slap rang out in the small room he was in though his hand immediately flew to his cheek. “What the hell was that for.”

“You need to stop over thinking things Ethan..this is your wedding. Y/n isn’t going to say no...besides I slapped you because you looked like you were about to pass out.” Smoothing out the dress she gave the man a smile fixing his tie. “But if it makes you feel better I’ll go check on her...”

“Thank you.”

Hearing the door closed Ethan turned back to the mirror nervously fixing his hair, Mia was right. He had nothing to worry about...he hoped.

Fingers digging into the fabric of your wedding dressing you jumped hearing the knocking on the door. “It’s unlocked.”

Biting your lip you were expecting Chris though your eyes went wide wide spotting Mia.

“Is it wrong for me to feel so nervous?”

“Of course not Y/n.” Stepping closer Mia gave you a soft smile grasping your hands gently. “You look beautiful and you’re going to take Ethan’s breath away”Sighing the woman pulled you in for a hug careful not to ruin your dress. “Thank you Y/n...for making Ethan happy. and don’t worry...Ethan is just as nervous.”Stepping back she smiled turning to Chris as the man coughed into his hand.

“He’s ready....are you all set Y/n?”

Giving Chris a small nod you grasped his arm. Your nails digging into his arm and if it bothered him he did not show it.

Walking down the aisle you gave Ethan a smile, he looked handsome in his dark tuxedo, his blonde hair slicked back. A smile was on his face and you could tell he was nervous, it’s nice to know you weren’t alone in this and before you knew it the ceremony flew by, along with the dancing.

Ethan just knew you were beautiful, he loved watching your dress spin around you as you danced, he knew he was the luckiest man alive with you know being his wife. Closing his eyes, the next thing he knew he was on his way towards his honeymoon.

Smiling you grasped his hand, you gave him a teasing smile as you tugged the man towards the hotel room.

“Someone’s eager.”

“Can’t I be excited to have sex with my husband.” You teased pulling out the key card.

Letting his arms wrap around your waist, you turned to face the man. “We have sex all the time.”

“Yes but this time we will be married.”You let your fingers weave through his, your finger running across the metal.

“That’s true, so I suppose we should ready that mistake.” Leaning in close, he pressed his lips against yours as his hand moved down to your hips.

Smiling against his lips, you managed to unlock the door as he lifted you up. Your legs wrapping around his hips, fingers weaving through his hair Ethan kicked the door shut as he carried you off to the bed. His eyes went wide for a moment as he turned his head to the door, your lips pressing against his cheek and neck. “Shit...the bags...We left them in the car.”

Grasping the mans chin you forced him to look at you. “Ethan...forget the bags for now and fuck me.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Hands moving under your shirt he let his hands message your breast as he pulled you in for another kiss as he struggled to take you clothes off. Hands messaging your breast, Ethan broke the kiss as he hovered over you. “You’re so beautiful.” His eyes roamed your body, taking everything in, you were a vision.

Smiling you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re not so bad yourself Mr.Winters.”

Chuckling, Ethan shook his head as he gave you another kiss. His free hand grasping your hip as he slowly pushed himself within you.

“Ah...one more picture! Please!”

Laughing you placed your hand on your growing stomach, Ethan was waving a camera around. “Ethan! please...at least let me sit down for them at least.”

Blinking for a moment the man rubbed the back of his neck. It was hard for him not to tare his gaze away from you. “Ahh s-sorry you’re just so beautiful and you’re pregnant..I just want to remember this.”

Sitting down in the rocking chair you let out a sigh closing your eyes for a moment. “It’s okay Ethan, it’s actually quite adorable.”

“Well I don’t know about that.” Scratching his cheek Ethan took one last picture of you then placed the camera down. Leaning in the man placed his hand on your stomach giving you a soft kiss.

“I can’t wait to meet you Rosemary.”

Feeling a small kick you let out a laugh running your fingers through Ethan’s hair as he rested his head on your belly.

“She can’t wait to meet you too Ethan.”

Ethan couldn’t believe this was happening to him, again. When he told that you were missing he felt like his world was crashing down on him then his daughter had to get taken too. He couldn’t deal with this shit anymore, blinking his tears away the man cradled his injured hand to his chest.

If that journal he read was true then you where here, somewhere with Rose and he was going to get you both back.

“I’m going to find you y/n...you and Rose...I’m going to make those bastards pay for taking you both.”

Ethan didn’t know how long he was stuck here but he finally had his daughter in his arms. Holding his crying daughter to his chest the man did his best to push the pain he was feeling away. He didn’t know what that woman did but he couldn’t feel his legs.

“I’m so sorry Rose...I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a better life...I’m sorry.”

“Ethan?”

That voice sounded familiar, it couldn’t have been? “Chris?” He could feel his vision start to blur. “Take Rose..please.”

The last thing Ethan saw before his vision turned black was Chris hovering over him.

Watching Ethan slump Chris swore under his breath, carefully taking the baby from the mans arms he called two men over. “We need to get him to the helicopter before this damn place explodes.”

Frowning he closed his eyes as he followed the men carrying the unconscious Ethan. He just prayed that they weren’t too late for him, he couldn’t imagine your reaction to seeing your husband dead.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

It was the rhythmic sound of the beeps that woke him up though he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you, your body curled in one those chairs. Hand slowly raising the man was just happy to see you were alive, god he wanted to touch you but he didn’t want to wake you though his eyes went wide when it hit him.

Rose?...where was she..?

Eyes darting around the stark white room, Ethan could feel himself start to panic, sitting up. he frowned as his arms moved to his legs, why couldn’t he move.

“Winters...you need to calm yourself.”

Frowning he turned to see who was talking to him, that was Leon right? he’s met the man a few times. “You’re going to wake your wife.”

“What the hell is going on? why can’t I feel my legs...where is my daughter.”

“Your daughter is fine..my wife is with her...y/n wanted to stay with you and right now she just wanted Claire to look after her.” Sighing Leon slowly stepped forward giving you another look as you stirred, he could only imagine the hell you went through. “As for your legs...well I’m sorry to tell you this Ethan but you’re paralyzed....with the Molded know longer in your body it was unable to heal...look I’m sorry I’m the one to break this news but Chris didn’t think you’d want to see him....and Ethan..try not to hate the man too much.He just wanted to protect you three, hell you’d be dead if it worn’t for the man...I’ll go get your daughter.”

Blinking, Ethan watched as Leon left the room, he watched as you slowly awoke, watched as tears formed in your eyes as you slipped off the chair wrapping your arms around his neck. While he hated seeing your tears, he was just happy to see you again, happy to know that you and his daughter are safe.

Hearing the door open, he was move than happy to take his daughter in his arms, his finger sliding across her cheek as he turned his head to look up at you. “I’m so happy.”

Smiling through your tears you placed a kiss on Ethan’s head then let your daughter grasp your finger. “I am too Ethan.”

#ethan winters #re ethan winters #re village ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #resident evil #resident evil 7 #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #one shot #one shots #mini series #Leon Kennedy #leon s kennedy #chris #Chris Redfield

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mynameisjag · 3 years

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Still got Ethan with the soul of a feral cat running through my head. I need to get it out, so yall are going to suffer for it.

*He loves naps, he loves naps with Rosie even more.

*Mia has found him face down in the yard in nothing but shorts enjoying the sun.

*If he is comfortable. He will not move.

*Chris has discovered this and has experienced a full grown man doing an impressive impression of a wet noddle when trying to pick him up.

*Turning the kitchen light on at 3 am looking for your husband to find him on the kitchen counter with a snack cake in his mouth and eyes doing that eyeshine is terrifying.

*He will not admit this scared him more then Mia because he was trying to be sneaky and got caught.

*The fire department has received calls about a man laying on a roof.

*The neighbor who has sent these calls has been warned not to prank call anymore because when they arrive to the address, all what greeted them was a pleasant couple and no roof man.

*Ethan has and will continue to stare down a certain neighbor from his roof.

*It's only this one neighbor and no one else believes them.

*Ethan is petty has fuck.

*Lady Dimitrescu had discovered this when he stared her right in the eyes and preceded to break anything he could get his man hands on.

*He refuses to learn how to use a chair properly and prefers the floor.

*Ever seen those pictures of animals that are looking at their babies like, "wow...I made this", he gets the same look with Rosemary.

*He will proudly show her off, you better act thankful to even see such a precious being of perfection.

*Mia has received gifts of alive and unharmed animals.

*Nothing says I love you then your moldy boi handing you a live rabbit. What is she supposed to do with this?

*Claire is under the assumption Ethan is Chris's pet cat because she has never met him and her brother has never mentioned he was a man during there phone conversations.

*"Sorry, had to call back late because Ethan thought hiding in the trees during lunch was a good idea, had to bribe him to get down." "Ethan tried to bite me today when I picked him up to move him."

*She is proud that her brother put some responsibility in being a pet owner.

*Chris is confused when he gets pet gifts in the mail from her, is she trying to tell him something?

*Your food is his food, this isn't up for debate.

Maybe writing this down will finally get it out of my head...if not I might make a second part...

Feel free to add if you like.

#feral ethan #ethan winters #mia winters #chris redfield #claire redfield #resident evil village #resident evil #this man is a cat #who allowed this

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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I may or may not have just sent the 3 word challenge in my real account instead of anon... I'm sorry. Please don't answer there. :)

When you post, post answering here please.

Again, much love,

📚🌻

Don't worry dear! Your identity shall remain a secret 🥰 Here's yet another fic with my Resident Evil OC: Gwen Winters (she’s an adult guys, don’t worry. However this is still an Older Man/Younger Woman relationship)

The words dear 📚🌻 Anon gave me in their previous ask were: Unruly, endurable and system. Please enjoy!

What happens in the gym....

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Female OC

Warnings: Swearing, Spoiler Free 😊

Genre: Angsty Romance

“Sure, throw me in the fire like you always do, Leon!“ Chris snaps, clenching his fists tightly as he glares at his best friend while the two stand in the dimly lit gym.

“Chris, you’re a BSAA captain, for the love of God! You should know better than to complain about something as little as this!“ Leon, while significantly calmer tone and demeanor-wise, is glaring daggers of his own.

“Why me, damn it?! And why her?!“ Chris is not done with his attempts to get out of the situation Leon’s trying to land him in and his partner’s honestly done with it.

“And why not?! You see the same potential I see, why would it be so hard to train her? She’s a quick learner, she’s disciplined when she wants to be and she’s already skilled to a certain degree. You’ve made soldiers out of total wimps before, why is she such a hassle to you?!“

“Because she’s disciplined when she wants to be and I guarantee she won’t want to when she’s around me. She’s unruly, selfish, arrogant and a Chris-phobe. I’m telling you, she hates me!“

It’s about time Leon’s had enough of this conversation. To be honest, he was done with it as soon as it started but he stayed, thinking he’d be able to change Chris’ mind but seeing as how this is a hopeless case, he’s just been wasting his time. “Does she? Or are you projecting your hate for her onto her?” Slinging his duffel bag containing his training gear over his shoulder, Leon finally makes that realization that these are ten minutes of his life he’ll never get back and storms out of the gym without another word.

Chris doesn’t attempt to stop him, in fact, he’s relieved he left. He sighs, silently hating himself for all the shit he said and how he meant none of it. It was all hard bullshit and he doesn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed that Leon didn’t realize. Either way, he’s been cleared of possible suspicion, even if training the newest BSAA rookie still remains as his task.

Gwen Winters, she’s such a fucking handful. One cannot tell if it’s because she’s angry with the world, angry with herself or just straight up picked up on the habits of the family that took her in when she was rescued from Raccoon City where she was held as an experiment hamster. A chemistry project basically. Ethan and Mia were recovering from the events back in Louisiana at the time, still probably are, that is not some shit you get over, so they thought having another person in the house would help them. And help Gwen did. See, Gwen isn’t a handful with everyone. In fact, she’s a real sweetheart and Chris knows it too, despite his bogus claims. He knows she’s got a heart and soul of gold and is built with the will of a BSAA soldier already. All she needs is a bit better fighting skills and she’s good to go.

He sees how she acts with everyone around him. She’s been quick to make friends with Jill and his sister Claire and she’s even got Leon’s liking and trust which is hella hard to get, especially after all the shit with Ada. She’s overall a super sweet and lovely girl, even with him from time to time. He’s seen her welcoming, friendly smiles whenever he stops by the Winters’ home. He’s heard her laugh at the jokes he rarely cracks.

Then why does she act like she hates him so often? And why does he claim he hates her?

Chris is snapped back to reality by the sound of rough impact. It’s a very distinct noise, one he places immediately: the sound of fists hitting a punching bag. It’s the middle of the night, almost midnight actually, and knowing how lazy the soldiers on his team are, he can only assume it’s either his sister or Jill, given that Leon just left. However, they’ve had people sneak in to train for free before, so it’d be for the best if he went to check who was releasing some pent up energy on the poor punching bag. Judging by the intensity of the punches being thrown, sounds like the person might be angry as well.

And they have every right to be. Because they are Gwen.

Chris’ face goes a bit red at the sight of the infuriated rookie giving the punching bag her all, punishing it the way she’d want to do to her superior she just heard call her all the names she hates being referred by.

“Winters I-“

“Unruly?“ Punch “Selfish?” Punch “Arrogant?” Punch

She stills herself, sighing and wiping the droplets of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, “You say all that and expect me not to be a Chris-phobe?” She lets out a bitter laugh, rolling her shoulders before continuing her wrath over the piece of equipment she’s threatening to destroy. She hasn’t spared him a single look yet, something he’s rather grateful for because the last thing he wants to see is whatever her gaze is hiding right now. “I’ll talk to Leon.” She says, her voice leveled and breathy, far from the pissed off tone she was just using. This calmness is a lot scarier though. “I’ll tell him I don’t want you to be my trainer. To be perfectly clear, I never wanted you to train me in the first place. I’m just not the type to complain, you know. I’m not picky. Beggers can’t be choosers. I take what I can get. And you were all I was offered, but...” she trails off, delivering a particularly hard punch, “It’s not gonna work. I may not be picky, but I know when to draw the line. I know when I deserve better.”

“Kid, you really have no idea what the case really is here.“ He attempts desperately, taunted by the thought of acting on his instincts and approaching her even if that means being the recipient of one of those hard punches.

“You know, I’m strong. I’m skilled. I can hold my own in a fight quite nicely. I’m endurable. I’m not afraid to work my ass off and sweat and pant like a dog after workouts. There’s not a line I wouldn’t cross, but you still choose to make me feel lesser than any soldier you’ve ever come across, that’s really lovely of you, Captain Redfield.“

“Winters, please...“

“It’s ok, I won’t tell Ethan and Mia. I’m sure they’ll send you to hell over it. I’m not petty like that.“

He’s had enough. He’s had enough of hearing that hurt tone in her voice. He’s done hearing these words she’s so certain are true but aren’t. He’s done lying to her and to himself. Before he can even think twice about it, he grabs her by the arms gently but firmly, turning her to face him despite her hostile attempts to free herself from his hold like a wild animal caught in a trap. He’s surprised when she relaxes, probably seeing that as a quicker way out of the situation rather than struggling though if she tried to free herself any longer he would’ve probably let her go.

“Fucking hell, Gwen, listen to me.“ He looks her dead in the eyes, catching onto the spark of shock created by his use of her first name. But he also sees something else, something that looks dangerously a lot like tears. He knows she won’t cry, especially not in front of him, but knowing that he’s the cause behind the welling of those crystal droplets in her always shiny, always smiling eyes breaks him. When she doesn’t look away nor protest, he continues, “I can’t be your captain. I can’t be your trainer. I can’t be any of that. I’m a strictly professional man, and it’d be highly unprofessional of me to take you in as my soldier.”

“But why?“ She’s fully aware she sounds like a whiny kid - exactly how she thinks he envisions her sometimes - but she couldn’t care less. She wants and needs answers. She knows she won’t be able to fall asleep or keep coming back to the training center if she doesn’t get them.

It’s blatantly clear this is far from easy for Chris. His first instinct is to look away, let go of her, run away like he always does - not that she’d let him do such a thing but still. He’s finds the words impossible to spit out yet he oh so desperately feels the need to get them out of his system. And so, he gathers all the strength within him and finally forces himself to say it.

“Because a captain isn’t supposed to look at a soldier the way I look at you.“

Sure, it sounds cryptic as heck but he has no doubt she’ll catch on. Gwen is a smart and sharp girl, among many other things. She confirms this when barely three seconds after he’s said it, he notices her eyes widening

“Sir, I-“

“Don’t.“ He says simply, a small, regretful smile playing across his lips as his hand slides down her arm to take hold of hers, “I just admitted my dirtiest secret to you and you are still gonna remind me how unprofessional I am by using my title, Kid?“

She purses her lips, the shock momentarily replaced by her signature mild glare, “Well, you just admitted your biggest secret to me and yet you still choose to call me ‘Kid’, huh?”

He chuckles, letting his other hand repeat the movements of the first, “Sorry, force of habit.” His thumbs brush against her knuckles briefly as his head falls, his gaze fixating on where their bodies are connected, “You know, I didn’t tell you this to get myself any pity or anything. I just wanted you to understand and....wanted to get it off my chest. Ethan will kill me if he finds out, won’t he?” He suddenly asks, regaining the courage to look up at her once again.

She giggles, “Who says he’s gonna find out?”

Chris bites the inside of his cheek, shaking his head, “You’re right, there’s nothing really to find out abo-”

Gwen has never been a chatter nor can she tolerate when people beat around the bush so she’s quick to cut them off sometimes, no matter how rude that may seem or sound. However, just to clarify, her chosen method of cutting a person off isn’t always kissing them. Just saying - this is a special situation requiring special methods.

Taken aback by the sudden feeling of her lips on his, Chris’ eyes close automatically but not even a second later he responds to the kiss properly: wrapping his arms around Gwen’s waist as her hands travel up to cup his face. The kiss is short - too short if either of them is to be asked - but it’s worth all the words they didn’t say despite wanting to.

When they pull away, Gwen gives him a mischievous smile, “Now he could find out about that and then shit would go south. That’d suck, wouldn’t it Chris?“

He’s only ever heard her say his name twice, once in passing conversation with Claire and once earlier when she paraphrased his term ‘Chris-phobe’, both time spoken with some dose of dislike he now realizes was a cover-up all along. Turns out the two are a lot more alike than they initially thought. Regardless, hearing her say his name with fondness instead of bitterness makes his heart flutter, his body yearn to have her closer, his lips wanting to be in contact with hers again. But he’s a patient and self-controlled man, he’s nothing if not willpower sculpted in a human body, so he keeps his distance, waiting for her to pick the moves, waiting for her to make the decisions just like she’s his captain.

“Big time.“ He manages to say, voice coarse all of a sudden, barely able to leave his throat. “So it stays here, right?”

She giggles again, bringing her lips within an inch or two away from his, taunting him, threatening to break his self-control, “What happens in the gym stays in the gym, Redfield.”

Golden rules of discretion, ones he mustn’t break ever. Especially not when his captain - Captain Gwen Winters - holds so much power over him.

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hyperactive-coffee · 3 years

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Wintersberg Unnamed AU Fanfic; Chapter One

The magnetic man stares at Ethan in silence for a few moments from his chair, before leaning back into it with a tilt of the head.

“… So, I’ll ask you again, Ethan Winters…” He takes off his sunglasses, narrowing his eyes.

“What the fuck are you?”

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Ethan has never had as much of a headache as when he woke up in the middle of shit-fuck nowhere, in the snow… Actually—scratch that. He had, back when he woke up at the Baker house. He slowly gets up and searches the bodies of the two guards that had been “escorting” him and Rose.

Rose.

“Rose!? WHERE THE HELL IS MY DAUGHTER?!” Ethan starts panicking, looking around frantically when he hears a phone ring. Ethan picks up the phone and answers it.

The voice on the other side comes through with static, muffled and slightly unclear, “About damn time! What’s your status? Is the package safe?”

Ethan almost dares to ask about Rose, but instead tries to be rational, “This is Ethan Winters. We’ve gotten into an accident in the middle of the forest. Rose is gone, the two soldiers are dead, and Mia’s body is missing.”

The person on the other end says something to another person. Immediately after, a familiar voice is on the line.

“Ethan, I need you to stay where you are. Do you understand? If you get lost in that forest, you’re done for. Stay in the truck,” Chris orders. He has a hint of… concern to his voice, “We’re going to go to your location, so please, stay where you are.”

That was the last person Ethan wanted to hear from, “Like hell I’m staying here! You fucking killed Mia. I’m not going to wait around for you to show up. I’m finding my daughter.”

He hangs up the phone, dropping it in the snow. He grabs a flashlight from one of the corpses and starts hiking through the snow. He’s starving, has a major headache, sore all over his body, and not to mention witnessed his wife get shot a million times. He’s not in the mood for this shit, and he’s not going to stop until he finds Rose. Too much has happened today. He can’t lose Rose too.

He walks through the forest, eventually finding a house. Maybe he can find help—or at least supplies. He enters the house and quickly realizes there’s no chance of finding anything here. The house has been raided, and the people who lived here are likely dead. What the hell happened here? he starts looking around and slowly makes his way through the house. When he’s in the basement, he hears a loud, thunderous sound above him. He freezes, waiting for the silence to return before heading back up and leaving the house. He eventually gets to a slight cliff overlooking a village. In the distance, he can see a castle, windmill, factory—maybe even a manor on a mountain—and a stronghold.

Ethan looks for a way down, into the village. Maybe these people know where Rose is… He’s hopeful. As he goes through the village, his hope dwindles to the point he thinks Rose might be long gone. Nevertheless, he keeps searching.

While searching through a house, Ethan nearly gets shot by a panicked local. While speaking to him, he gets a handgun—not the most amazing, but better than nothing—and hears strange creatures, almost like wolves, outside. These noises seem to scare the local, who ends up getting snatched in front of Ethan. Blood drips from the ceiling. He wants to vomit, but instead gets pulled down in the same manner as the local man.

The area is full of bodies. It reeks, and it sounds like something is nearby. When Ethan starts making his way through, he suddenly gets attacked by a creature resembling a werewolf with less “wolf” features. The creature aims to bite Ethan’s neck, and likely kill him, but his reflexes force him to block and instead get half his hand eaten off. He gets thrown outside. The sight of his hand causes him to panic, but he’s quickly pulled back into reality by the creature snarling at him, ready to attack. Ethan grabs his gun and immediately starts unloading bullets into the creature, trying to aim for the head as much as possible.

Eventually, it collapses, and Ethan quickly finds stuff to get the fuck out of this area, only to be shot in the leg with a flaming arrow after dealing with a single werewolf-thing and thrown soon after. He’s surrounded by the creatures. Some are holding weapons; some are even riding horses. A very large werewolf thing jumps down from a roof, getting far too close to Ethan for comfort.

Another werewolf-looking creature approaches, catching the attention of all the others, who back away from Ethan. The creature’s golden eyes stare right at Ethan, watching him in silence for what feels like an eternity. He barks something at the other creatures, watching them all begin to leave just as a bell chimes. The creature—who Ethan assumes is an Alpha-like figure to them—looks back at Ethan. It seems to snort in amusement, before running off with the rest of the creatures.

“What the hell just happened…?”

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[Ooooh~ Who just saved Ethan, I wonder? Man, I love unofficial headcanons that make so much goddamn sense.

Hey, thanks for reading chapter one. I’ve had major art block lately, so I’m gonna be sticking to posting stuff for this for a bit, if you guys don’t mind. I might even make this into a comic at some point? Also- I don’t do nsfw shit. If there’s any scenes that get like that, I usually skip them after things get to be more than just making out lmao (partially because I’m absolute shit at writing that stuff, and partially because I’m ace and it makes me so goddamn uncomfortable)

There will be a bit of graphic scenes tho, just a warning--as in like, gore. Not graphic as in other shit. Anyway- Thanks for reading. Lemme know what you guys think!]

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Title: Quarantine: A Love Story {16}**

Chris Evans x Reader Series

Warning: Cursing, Angst, Fluff, SMUT, NSFW, LOTS OF WORDS

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Note: Okay, so this is no longer a mini-series, we’re at a full-fledged series. Recommended listening toward the end of this chapter is Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish.

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-Quarantine: Day 55-

What was left to do, but leave? Yeah, there was a pandemic raging in the world right now, and everything including said world was going to shit, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t go this thing alone. You were born alone, have lived pretty much alone, and had no problem going through this nightmare alone. You didn’t need to be here. With the decision made, you wiped your tears, stood up, straightened your back, and walked to the bedroom with your head held high.

Once in the room, you began packing what you’d unpacked mere weeks ago. You began calmly, keeping your jaw clenched so you wouldn’t shed any more tears. After you’d gotten one dresser emptied, you looked up into the mirror and saw nickel-sized marks across your skin. Slowly you followed the trail that began on your stomach and went along your ribs over one breast. The trail didn’t stop; it went along your collar you disappeared behind your quickly frizzing hair. Just like that, you remembered his lips on your skin. You remembered him kissing you, licking you, nibbling you, tasting your skin until you felt as if you would leap out of your skin.

You flared your nose. It was always a mechanism you used to keep your tears at bay. It had been a long time since you had to use it. It felt as if you’d forgotten how because after almost a minute, you still felt close to tipping over the edge, and what was below you, was not something you wanted to be a part of. You gripped the edge of the furniture and squeezed.

“Come on, come on, come on. Work!”

You waited a few seconds, but still, the tears kept coming.

“Work, damn it!”

Nothing. The sting in your eyes only intensified.

“Fucking work!”

Your shout was loud, and it boomed off the walls for several seconds. When the echo faded, your tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Fuck,” you whispered, now using both your hands to hold onto the dresser. You took several deep breaths trying to practice the meditating breaths you learned. Groaning, you quickly realized that this wasn’t going to work either.

You walked out of the bedroom toward the bar area and filled a glass with the first bottle you took up. You didn’t care what it was, and you also didn’t care that it wasn’t exactly after five. It was drinking time somewhere—right? You knocked back the entire glass and hissed as the burn took over. Your belly filled with the fire you knew would come, and you welcomed it. You hoped it would dull everything else you were feeling.

You were so bent out of shape that you couldn’t even place any of your other feelings except anger. Your anger overshadowed everything. At the thought of your anger, you had thoughts about everything you’d felt over the last thirty-two hours.

“You’re all I want to see, Y/N,”

His voice echoed around you. It sounded like he was actually in the room with you. Bracing your hands on the bar, you closed your eyes and got sucked back into last night.

You could feel everything again like it was happening right now. It felt like his body was pressed against yours, like his hands were on your breasts, like his mouth was between your legs.

“Fuck!”

You poured another glass full and gulped it down, but even the burn down your throat was not enough to dull the lingering pleasure you still felt. He was in you.

“You look so fucking gorgeous with my dick in your mouth, Y/N.”

You groaned, and you could actually feel his dick in your mouth. There had to be something wrong with you. No dick was this good, you thought. No dick could have you all fucked up like this.

Biting your bottom lip, you sighed.

“You’re perfect, so perfect. I don’t deserve you.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to blot out his voice.

“I’ve imagined this moment for so long.”

You wanted to find him and kick him in the balls. A few weeks ago, you couldn’t imagine the thought of anything like what had happened in the last few hours ever happening. Now you were standing here with a drink in your hand, his voice in your head, and your desire for him writhing in you like an overriding virus.

“This dick ain’t nothing to laugh at.”

You slid the glass away and took the bottle up and brought it to your head instead. After two gulps, you felt it beginning to fade, felt him beginning to fade—almost.

“As you wish.”

His voice echoed this time, and with each echo, it faded until it was quiet, at least for a moment.

“I have you. I will always have you.”

Pushing through, you did your best to pull yourself together. When you got back to the bedroom, you finished packing, not wanting to waste any more time. The alcohol worked to slow your actions, but you were determined to get the hell out of there. The knock at the door startled you. You stood there as if you expected them to be able to hear you moving inside. The knock came again, then a voice.

“Y/N?”

You sighed, hearing Scott’s voice. The relief that flooded you quickly dissipated when you thought about telling him you were leaving. What reason would you give him? He knocked a third time, and that was when you grabbed your robe and wrapped yourself in it as you walked to the door.

“Y/N!”

When you opened it, Scott had his arms held open. “What the hell? Are you okay? You didn’t come to dinner last night or breakfast this morning. You’ve been MIA.”

“I know. I wasn’t feeling well. I just wanted to lay low in case it was ya’ know.”

“COVID? How would you have gotten it? You’re being paranoid,” Scott filled in.

“Yeah, you’re right. I just wasn’t feeling well.”

“You need some food. Come on, mom just put dinner out. I was sent to get you.”

“Uh, no. Scott I just--,” you began before he cut you off.

“No. No more excuses. You gotta eat. Let’s go.” He was walking away before you even responded.

“No, Scott--.”

“Let’s go now, or I’ll tell mom you’re refusing her cooking because you think her food is disgusting.”

Your jaw dropped.

“Really?”

“Really. You know I’ll do it.” With that, he was gone.

You dropped your head back and groaned before going back inside to get dressed. You knew he would do some bullshit like that. The last thing in the world you wanted was to hurt Lisa. You spent the next ten minutes putting yourself together enough both on the outside and the inside that no one would suspect anything. It was harder than it should have been.

By the time you got to the house and walked into the dining room, you saw everyone sitting around the table. They all lit up when they saw you. The closer you got, you forced yourself to smile until you saw him. Chris was sitting at the table with his fingers steepled under his chin and elbows on the table. His eyes were glued to you. Quickly you looked away and shrugged him off.

“Are you all right? Scott said you haven’t been feeling well,” Lisa mentioned as she approached you with arms open.

“Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to worry anyone.”

“Oh honey, of course, we worry,” Lisa said in her motherly voice as she pressed the back of her hand to your forehead. The action made you smile.

“You’re not warm. Maybe my lasagna will fix you right up. come.” She led you to your seat beside Scott and three seats away from Chris.

“You look exhausted,” Carly said.

“Yeah—I haven’t been getting much sleep,” you began as you took up your fork. Hearing how it could have been interpreted, you quickly fixed it. “Work! I mean, it’s because of work.”

They nodded but looked as if they didn’t need the extra explanation. Sighing, you began to eat your food in silence. They spoke around you, but you didn’t listen, you were lost in your own thoughts as you tried to formulate a plan on how to best leave without causing a ruckus. You couldn’t leave in the middle of the night because that would have been wrong, and you needed someone to drive you back to Boston. When you thought of that, you let out a huff.

“Y/N,” Shanna began. You looked to her friendly inquisitive face. “You okay?”

Pasting a smile on, you nodded. “I’m good. I’m sorry, just thinking of my to-do list. Since this pandemic work has really picked up, you’d think it would slow down but nope.”

You were good at thinking on your feet. It was a quality you had to have to succeed in your career and your life. Shanna nodded and went back to eating, as did you. You could feel Chris’s eyes on you, tempting you to look at him. Using all your will, you refused and kept your eyes planted downward to your plate. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

After an uncomfortable dinner, you sat through a few minutes of talk and calm all the while staying as far from Chris as possible. The funny thing to you was that with him staying away from you, no one was suspicious. He was carrying on as usual. Everyone else had remained the same. It was just you and him who had changed. You’d elevated, gone to a whole different plane of existence. That is what it felt like in that forest bubble--until it popped.

You couldn’t get over what he’d said.

“You’ve fucked a lot of guys!”

Thinking about it again, you wanted to leap across the room and go wolverine on his ass. How dare he? When you looked over to him, you found his eyes planted right on you. They were beautiful, no doubt, but they were also the eyes of an asshole. You rolled yours, stood, and walked away toward the kitchen. Once inside, you walked around the island three times using the movement to get your rising anger under control.

When the door opened, you turned to see Scott.

“You’ve been weird all night. Talk to me.”

You studied him trying to decide if you could tell him you’d had sex with his brother. You remembered what Chris had said that he’d made a promise to him. If you revealed it now you would start problems, problems you didn’t want to start.

“I’m fine, Scott, tired but fine.”

He studied you for a full minute before he nodded.

“Okay. Go get some sleep; I’ll make an excuse for you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Go through the front.”

You walked to him, gave him a quick hug, and did as he said. Before you walked out the door, you grabbed Scott’s car keys from the key hook on the wall that housed everyone’s keys. You’d convinced yourself he wouldn’t mind, and he’d understand. Once you were outside, you took a few deep breaths and moaned from the scent of the salty air. You were tempted to go for one last walk on the beach, but you had a feeling if you did that, you wouldn’t leave. Walking around the house the long way, you looked over the bank to the tall grass and beach down below. There was nothing quite like the beach at night. You stopped at the fork in your path. One way led to the beach and another night here with all that had happened, and the other led to the guesthouse where your bags were waiting. You must have stood there for ten minutes before you walked back to the guesthouse.

Once inside, you gathered the rest of your things and waited until you knew everyone would be asleep. An hour passed with you sitting in the living room with your feet on the wooden coffee table, just staring at a lit candle. As the flame danced, your thoughts flitted from topic to topic. You began with going over every detail of the date, every word spoken, facial expression, body gesture, none of it escaped your focus now. Moving on, you went to every sensation, from scent, taste, and sound when both of you decided that you were going to cross that line. It wasn’t an unconscious choice. It was one both of you willingly made. Those thoughts brought you to everything leading up to you feeling him move inside of you. Again, not one detail missed you.

You’d learned long ago that though something was unpleasant to think about, you had to acknowledge it in order to move on. You’d acknowledged everything that had made you the way you were and dealt with it. You’d found a way to use it as fuel, that was until last night. Something shifted; something changed your outlook; something made you feel.

“It was him, you idiot!”

You quickly sat up and groaned out, digging your hands in your hair. It was full-on puff now, long gone were your tame curls and coils. Thanks to your willingness to be carefree and adventurous, your hair was paying the price. You vowed to yourself that once you got back to your apartment, you’d treat yourself to a whole wash day routine. With that thought, you remembered his words.

“I’m willing to learn.”

You kissed your teeth and stood. You were tired of waiting. Taking up your bags and balancing them as well as you could, you opened the door and stopped in your tracks. There was Chris with his hand raised, ready to knock.

“Son of a bitch!”

His eyes dropped to the bags in your hands, and he took a step to you. Quickly, you backed away, dropping a bag in the process. Chris took a step to you, and you took another back.

“Y/N,” he began.

“Shut the fuck up and get out. Go away.”

He didn’t listen. He took another step inside the guesthouse. Even when you made every attempt to get away from him, he didn’t get the hint. Finally, you dropped your bags and walked as far from him as possible.

“Y/N, let me explain, please.”

“Explain? Fuck you!”

Your shout was louder than it should have been. Realizing it, you clenched your jaws, trying to keep the rage from pouring over.

“Y/N, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. It slipped out,” Chris frantically said as he closed the space between you.

Thanks to the wall behind you, you had nowhere to go. Pushing him back only sent him a few inches from you. It was enough of a distance for you to move out of the confined space you were in, but you weren’t quick enough that Chris wasn’t able to wrap his hand around your wrist to pull you back to him.

“I’m sorry.”

You did it before you thought it. Swinging your hand out, it connected with his cheek in a loud slap. He looked shocked, but he didn’t look angry. You wanted to make him angry so that he could feel some of yours. You slapped him again and again. On the fourth swing , Chris caught your wrist. The clench in his jaw was tight.

“I deserve that,” he grumbled.

“Why do you deserve it? Because you called me a fucking whore!?”

“I didn’t mean to, I swear. I promise, Y/N.”

You pulled away from him, roughly nearly losing your balance in the process. “Fuck you and your promises Chris! They mean shit—you mean shit.”

“You don’t mean that. Come on. What more can I say to prove to you that I didn’t mean it?”

“Nothing. I’m done. I’m leaving.”

You hurried to your bags and began gathering them. Before you got half of them, Chris was on you, forcing you to drop them yet again.

“Y/N, come on. You can’t leave. It’s not safe for you out there.”

“I’d rather take my chances out there than in here with a man like you!”

He looked hurt by that one, and you were glad for it. “Y/N, come on--,” he began.

“Come on? Chris, there is nothing you could say to me.”

You grabbed your bags again and threw open the door.

“I can’t let you leave, Y/N. I can’t just let you walk out of here.”

“Why?!”

“Because of how I feel about you!”

That had you freezing in your tracks. As the words sank in for you, you turned to him.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. I’m sorry for what I said. It was a stupid thing to say, one I didn’t even think about. I was angry, and I just said it. I didn’t mean it,” Chris blurted out, trying to keep his voice low.

“Some part of you must mean it, some part of you must have felt this way. You must think I’m some whore who fucks every dick she comes across. That must be it right, Chris! I fuck everyone right, Andre, Marcus, Wayne, Charles, hell even you. Congratulations!”

You made it past him and out to the pool, but he still didn’t give up. Chris got in front of you, but you didn’t stop.

“Move!”

“No. Come on, Y/N. You know you felt it last night. You know you felt it this morning and this afternoon. You felt it.”

“I felt nothing!”

“Bullshit! I was there. I was right there with you. I was on top of you staring in your eyes, and I saw it. I felt it when I was inside of you. You’re lying, and we both know it.”

Ignoring the words coming from his mouth, you pushed past him and made your way around the house.

“You’ve been inside of a lot of women. You probably don’t know what you feel anymore.”

“Jeez, come on. Yes, I’ve slept with a lot of women, and I should never have even thought to say those words to you. That’s it though, I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry, really, I am.”

“You’re sorry. How many women have you said those words to? Two, ten, fifteen?”

“None of them are important to me. You do, Y/N. You do.”

“Bullshit! I’ve never mattered to you.”

That was when he pulled you back to him. As you collided with his body, your bags fell to the floor again.

“You’re the only person who has mattered to me in the last three years. You are the only woman that I care about that is not in my family! You, Y/N! I don’t understand how you can’t see it. How is it still this hard for you to get it? You matter to me, you always have mattered. I think about you all the time. I worry about you more than I worry about anyone else. I dream about you, and in my dream, it’s always you and me. I respect you so much, it’s incredible to think we’ve barely spoken in these years, but I know so much about you. I respect you so much, even though you’ve hated me all these years. Y/N, I value you. I’m sorry for how I behaved. I’m sorry that I said those words.” The emotion in his voice was clear to hear.

You stood there, frozen. The look in his eyes said he meant them. His eyes said he felt them and was pleading with you to feel them too—hear them too. There was a war inside of you that was waging so fierce that you couldn’t think straight. Part of you wanted to still leave while the other part—a part that was growing in size wanted to stay with him.

“Please stay, Y/N. Please. Let me make this right. Let me fix this. Let me prove to you that you matter to me, let me show you that this means everything to me.”

Chris cupped your skull and pressed his forehead to yours. His skin was hot; you were sure it was always this hot.

“Please—I don’t want to let you go—not again.”

“Fuck,” you whispered.

“Please.”

You had no voice to respond; all you could do was nod. Chris released a loud sigh that told you he’d been drinking. He pressed his lips to your forehead, then pulled back. You watched him pick up your bags then look back to you. He was asking a question. Can I? Chris reached his hand to touch your cheek and slid his thumb across it. When he brought his hand away, you saw it was wet. You were crying.

Chris took your hand and led you back along the path you’d just walked, back to the guesthouse you were so ready to leave. As Chris led you back around the pool, you stared at his hand entwined with yours and sighed. It felt right. You just hoped that by giving in to this “right” wouldn’t turn everything wrong.

Once you reached the guesthouse, Chris placed your bags in the living room, turned to you, and cupped your cheeks. “Give me thirty minutes, and I’ll come right back for you. can you do that?”

You studied his eyes, peering deeply into them, trying to read him thoroughly. You bit your bottom lip when you saw that you wouldn’t see anything different than what he wanted you to see. You knew he had secrets. You nodded, giving him his answer. Chris then kissed your forehead again and walked out of the guestroom, leaving you alone once again.

You don’t know how long you stood in the doorway, but you stood there all the same, just staring out into the darkness. When one of your legs fell asleep, you closed the door and walked to the couch. Once before the candle, you’d just blown out you lit it again, sat, and watched it. As you stared in the flame, you tried to stave off the feeling that you were being weak and ignore the thoughts that still told you to leave that you’d be better off.

Everything from his past indicated that he would end up hurting you. He’d been one way with every woman in his life before. What was so different about you? Why would he be any different with you? Hell, he probably had the power to absolutely wreck you. Your mental freak out quickly took over making you jump to your feet. After pacing the living room for what felt like seconds, you heard the knock at your door. You didn’t open it right away. You just stared at the door. He probably could have opened it himself, but he didn’t.

Walking toward it, you stopped with your hand on the knob and took a few breaths. When you opened it, Chris was standing there patiently with one hand behind his back. The two of you stared at each other for several moments before he revealed his hand, showing you a bouquet of picked flowers. You scoffed and shook your head. His mother was going to kill him. You took the flowers that were completely different than the ones he’d given you the other night. While those were bright thanks to the yellow sunflowers, these were also bright but in a different way. The mix of red and white tulips complimented each other but also looked as if they didn’t belong together. Regardless, they were beautiful.

Chris held his hand out to you and waited for you to decide to take it. When almost fifteen seconds passed before you took it, he didn’t sigh or huff and puff, he remained calm and accommodating. When you put your hand in his, you watched his fingers wrap around your hand. He then raised it to his lips and kissed it once then twice. Once his lips touched your hand, your skin tingled, and from there, it never stopped.

Chris slowly led you out of the guesthouse and allowed you to close the door behind you before he continued to lead the way to wherever he was taking you. When he cut away from the house to the steps that led to the beach, you guessed what he had planned. He took his time leading you down the steps carefully to ensure your safety was paramount. When you stepped onto the sand, Chris looked back to you as if asking if he could or should keep going. When you didn’t object, he continued to walk you down the beach toward the shore.

Once there, you saw a fire lit path along the beach leading to the warm glow of a fire in the distance. It stopped you in your tracks.

“You okay?”

Were you okay? You knew if you went over there and saw what he’d done, you’d probably forgive the bullshit he said earlier. You didn’t know if you wanted to forgive him. You wanted to make him suffer for as long as possible. You were also curious about just how he thought he could make things right. Releasing a huff of breath, you nodded. Chris continued the walk down the shore toward his destination. When you reached the lit path, you just stared at the small flames that looked to be medium-sized tealight candles. It was beautiful.

The closer you got, the more you could see, and the more you saw, the more the butterflies in your belly fluttered. When you’d stopped walking, you were standing in front of a large blanket with two cushioned pillows placed on them along with a large wooden butcher block trey. On the block was a decanter of amber looking liquid, a few containers that were covered, glasses, and a gift box. Across the blanket were scattered rose petals, and before the blanket was a hot roaring fire.

“Sit down,” Chris advised. You kicked off your slippers and walked across the blanket to find a good spot.

As you sat on the cushion, you looked up at Chris and watched him as he took his seat across from you. His shirt showed his St. Christopher medal between both his tattoos on his chest. The sight of those tattoos made you bite your bottom lip. You remembered touching that chest, feeling his skin, and the muscles as it danced underneath your hand. You remembered just what it felt like—what he looked like above you with that medal hanging down dangling in front of you.

“You haven’t said a word since we were outside the house. What’re you thinking?”

You took a deep breath as you toyed with the petals of the flowers you still held. “Your mother is going to kill you when she realizes these are gone, and you are the culprit.”

Chris snorted and shrugged. “I’ll laugh in the face of danger.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. He was an idiot. His mother would beat his ass red.

“You’re such a liar, you know she’ll beat you down.”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, maybe, but it would have been worth it.”

Your eyes met and remained on each other. In the firelight, they looked darker but sexy nonetheless. The man didn’t even have to work for pussy, he probably just said shit like that. Scoffing, you put the flowers to the side.

“They’re beautiful. I love them.”

“I’m glad. Do you know the meaning of tulips?”

“Do you?”

“My mom made sure I knew. Sometimes I’d sit with her and plant in the garden when I was a kid. She’d tell me about every flower she planted. She’d tell me what they meant, how to care for them. It was a whole process,” Chris explained.

“Oh yeah? What’d you learn?”

Chris reached for the decanter, opened it, and poured the brown-tinted liquid into both glasses. Once they were half-filled, he held one out to you. Your fingers grazed as you took the glass from him, and they lingered together.

“She told me that tulips were special. They were originally cultivated in the Ottoman Empire, which is now Turkey and brought to Holland. Even though everyone thinks that is where they are initially from. There once was a time when they were one of the most coveted flowers. It’s not hard to see. Mom told me that tulips usually symbolized the beginning of spring. They usually spout then and stay throughout and sometimes through summer.”

Chris paused for a moment as if he were gathering his thoughts, then continued.

“Her words, It’s like a reminder of what spring symbolizes renewal, rebirth, peace, joy, and happiness. White tulips say I’m sorry. They are a symbol used to beg for forgiveness, a way to say I was a stupid asshole, and I deserve every minute of agony you want to make me feel, I was a jackass who made a huge mistake, a jackass who just showed you how much I don’t deserve a woman like you. They mean I respect you more than I’ve ever respected any woman I’ve been with it’s fucked up but true. The cream-colored one in there means something much more.”

You gulped the liquid and hissed at the burn. He was saying all the right things.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Staring in his eyes, you almost felt as if you were being hypnotized, or put under a spell. You knew he meant the words. Looking down at the glass, you cleared your throat.

“What do the red ones mean?”

You watched him as you took another gulp of the Whiskey. You liked the brown sugar undertones and the slightly smoky flavor that filled your mouth.

“The red ones--,” Chris began before he emptied his glass and stared into the open fire.

Instead of speaking, he reached for two thin long wooden skewers and handed you one. After you took it, he opened the containers on the wooden trey revealing jumbo marshmallows, graham crackers, Hershey's milk chocolate squares, cookies n’ mint chocolate, and recces peanut butter cups. Just like that, you knew where this was going.

“S’mores still your favorite thing in the world?”

You couldn’t hold back the smile that spread across your face. Not many people knew it, but they were. You looked at him and sucked your bottom lip into your mouth.

“Of course they are,” Chris filled in as he brought the bowl with the marshmallows to you for you to pick one. You did and plopped it onto the end of your skewer. You were excited. You hadn’t made s’mores in forever, which meant you hadn’t had one in just as long.

You shimmied closer to the fire and stuck your skewer into the flames and watched as the outside of the marshmallow began to change.

“How do you know so much about me?”

“I pay attention.”

You watched his hand holding the skewer and followed the trail along his exposed skin to his bicep. That was where your eyes and train of thought stopped.

“Why did you pay attention to me?”

“How could I not? You’re eye-catching—impossible to miss. I paid attention because you mattered to me. You still do.”

Again your eyes lingered, and suddenly, the respectable space between you felt like too much.

“I didn’t mean to piss you off,” Chris finished.

You looked into the fire and sighed. “You hurt me,” you whispered. You didn’t think it was audible, but when you saw him place his skewer down on the wooden table and move next to you sitting with his legs open, so you and the cushion you sat on were between them you knew he’d heard you loud and clear.

“Y/N,” Chris began in such a soft voice you had no other choice but to look at him. When you did, he took your skewer and put it beside his. Then he led you down to the blanket to replicate the way he sat before you.

“I never meant to hurt you. I never want to hurt you—not you.”

“You did.”

“I’m so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. I didn’t want to hurt you, and it tears me up that I did. I won’t do it again. I swear—I promise.”

You looked down. You hated promises. People who made them always broke them. Chris brought your face back to his.

“I mean it, Y/N. I've never been big on promises, hell I’ve never made a promise for the simple fact that I knew I’d break it and I never care enough to make an effort to keep them. I promise you right here, right now. I will never hurt you again.”

Staring into his eyes, you looked for any hint of a lie, any hint of the bullshit he might have been spewing. After nearly a minute, you saw none. Was he telling the truth, you wondered. To lighten the mood, you changed the subject.

“No matter how much you think you know about me, you don’t know this. I’ve only slept with six guys, not including you. six that’s it.”

Chris nodded. “I don’t care; really, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. I don’t know why you do, but you do.”

“I may have been living my life doing whatever I wanted while you were doing the same, but I wanted you the whole time. If it makes sense, I never allowed any of them to get to this level,” Chris confessed.

“What level?”

“The level where a connection could be felt. I’ve felt this connection since the day we met, and today it’s stronger than it has ever been. I’ve never wanted them the way I want you.”

“My body,” you began.

“—I don’t give a shit about your body. This has never been about me getting in your panties.”

“Then what is it about Chris?

“What is it about for you?”

You hadn’t expected him to throw this back to you. Your shock was evident. You didn’t want to confess a damn thing to him.

“You have to trust me, Y/N.”

“I don’t have to trust you. I don’t have to do anything,” you blurted out. Chris nodded and looked down at the blanket.

“You want to. I can see it in your eyes. I can see it when I touch you. I can see it every time we’re close like this. Y/N, you want to trust me. You can.”

You searched his eyes. He was right. For some reason, you wanted to trust him. For some reason, a very, very small voice inside of you said you should.

“I trust you, Y/N,” Chris said on a whisper as he brought his face closer to yours. He didn’t kiss you, just hovered his face close to yours.

“That night, the next morning, this—none of this has ever been about sex for me. I could never do that to you. You deserve so much more than that.”

Long moments passed, and the silence stretched. All the two of you did was gaze into each other’s eyes. Each of you searching for something in the other, each of you trying to find the courage to take the necessary step. Each of you trying to think of the right thing to say or do. Neither of you finding anything you were searching for. Neither of you being able to be the first to leap. You lowered your head and tried to slow your racing heart.

“I forgive you.”

“You do? Why?”

You snorted and looked back up at him. “So, I shouldn’t?”

“No, it’s just I know you, and nothing is easy with you.”

Your smile spread across your face. “So this was easy? An hour ago, I was ready to drive off and leave your pale ass in the darkness like a nightlight,” you reminded. Chris smiled and shook his head.

“Wow, you went there.”

“I did. I said what I meant, and I meant what I said,” you teased. The smile on his face was an affectionate one. The warmness you felt was not because of the roaring fire before you. It was from something else, and he was the root of it.

“I forgive you because I’ve known you for three years, and I know you can be a dick and say some asshole things. You’ve apologized and did all this—I believe you’re sorry.”

“I am, really really sorry,” Chris added as he lifted your chin, so you were looking in his eyes again. “I mean it.”

You searched his eyes again and tried to listen to the side of you that was the minority telling you to believe him and trust him. You nodded. The moment stretched with the two of you gazing into each other’s eyes as the fire danced. You did not miss the intimacy of the moment. When Chris slowly moved into you, you allowed him to press his lips to yours. He didn’t move to deepen it, though; he just kept your lips together. The proximity of his body, coupled with the intimacy and the atmosphere, had your heart racing.

You opened your eyes and watched him. After a few seconds, Chris opened his eyes and stared into yours, and that only intensified the connection you felt between you. Chris deepened the kiss, and you quickly got lost in it before you pulled away.

“Just so we’re clear, I’ve only slept with--,” you began before Chris put his finger over your lips, stopping your words.

“I don’t need to know. it’s not important.”

“Yes, you do, and it is. I’ve only slept with seven guys, including you. I’ve dated, yes, but most of them have never gotten that deep.”

“I really wasn’t trying to insinuate that you slept around, Y/N. I know you like to party and have a good time and enjoy having men make asses out of themselves for your entertainment, but I never once thought you were sleeping around.”

You didn’t know if you believe him, but you nodded.

“I’m not a big of a man whore as you guys like to think,” Chris began. You gave him a “boy don’t even start” look to which he snorted.

“I’m being serious. Yes, there have been a few, but I’m not in three digits.”

You reared back, giving him a disgusted look.

“Three digits Chris!” He laughed, slapping his hand across his chest. You were not in the mood.

“Don’t play with me, Chris!”

“Not three digits, I promise. Seventeen.”

It was a higher number than yours, but it wasn’t as high as you’d expected. You thought he had no self-control, and everything with legs and brunette hair had gotten it.

“Lower than you thought, huh.” You snorted and shook your head.

“See, I’m not as bad as you, Scott, and the other like to make me out to be.”

“Fine, Chris, you’re not a big of a man-whore as I thought. Happy?”

He smiled and shrugged. “I’m appeased—minimally.”

You laughed again, throwing your head back. When you brought it back, he was watching you.

“I’d ask for a do-over if I had known this was possible.”

He said it so low you almost missed it.

“You mean that much to me, Y/N.”

You pulled his head to yours and softly kissed him, focusing on everything the kiss made you feel—tenderness, warmth, fireworks. The man could kiss. Chris pulled away from you before it got out of hand.

“Behave, I brought you here for this, not my body,” he teased before he took up the sticks.

You sat there, holding your marshmallow into the fire in comfortable silence. Every now and then, Chris would nudge your shoulder with his only to have you nudge him right back, which had the two of you looking at each other to kiss some more before going back to your marshmallows.

After a few minutes, you’d burned ten marshmallows from neither of you being able to focus on the task at hand. When you both finally had one marshmallow roasted to perfection, you each made your s’more. Chris used the cookies n’ mint squares while you used the peanut butter and milk chocolate ones. When you bit into your s’more, you moaned when you found caramel in the mix too. For the next fifteen minutes or so, the two of you roasted marshmallows and made smores to your heart’s content. It was perfect.

When the graham crackers were gone, things got messy with you roasting marshmallows to put chocolate chunks on top of the marshmallow to eat. It didn’t take long for Chris to smear marshmallow on your exposed shoulder, and it took him even less time to lick it off. That began the cycle of him putting melted marshmallow on your skin to lick and suck off while you dripped melting chocolate on him to return the favor.

When the sweets and wine were finished, you laid cuddled on the blanket, watching the stars listening to the crack of the fire and the crash of the waves.

“I want to stay here forever,” Chris whispered.

“Forever?”

He looked down at you as you met his eyes. You didn’t recognize the look on his face.

“Forever,” he repeated.

“Forever is a long time.”

He didn’t look phased, or even like he would change his mind.

“You promise?”

It took some time, but you nodded your response. Chris rolled onto you and kissed you in the way that made you forget everything. Your hands found the hem of his shirt and raised it until you’d pulled it off of him. Your fingers danced across the muscles in his back until they’d reached his pants. Chris continued to kiss you as if he had a point to make, a point that you needed to understand. The urgency in his kiss increased, and that urgency sparked your own hidden one. Your desire unfurled in your belly and raced through you.

Bringing your hands around to the buckle of his pants, you quickly undid them and pulled them lower on his hips. Chris didn’t seem as if he were in any hurry, though, so he remained hovered over you while kissing you dumb. Your eyes met, and every wall you’d built suddenly collapsed from just the look in his eyes.

“I’m scared of you,” Chris whispered.

He had to be kidding, you thought. He was scared of you? You had no idea what to say to that. Thankfully he didn’t seem as if he wanted you to respond.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N.” Chris pressed his forehead to yours and further nudged the war within you.

You could feel his need pressing onto your core, and that was igniting a need within you that you weren’t sure you could contain. The slight shake you felt from his body screamed of how vulnerable he was at this moment. Your body wanted him, and for the first time, you faced the fact that your heart wanted the same thing.

“Then don’t.”

He kissed you once, twice, and third before backed away from you sitting on his haunches. You sat up and kissed him.

“I always fuck up. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

You touched his cheek and caressed it.

“I don’t want to lose—this,” Chris finished.

You kissed him again only this time you let your feelings shine through. You allowed your fear, your desire, your attraction, your intrigue and something you worried was a lot more than affection. Chris moaned and held you closer to his body and kissed you back with just as much hunger and need as you kissed him. You lifted your shirt off and met his eyes again. Chris pulled his pants down, then stood to take them off. The reprieve gave you time to undo your shorts. Chris met you halfway and finished the rest. As he pulled them off of your legs, he kissed your shin before he pressed his body back to yours to claim your lips once more.

Rolling on top of him, you straddled his body. Kissing him was easy, thanks to his sitting position. His hands spread across your back, making you feel small and delicate. When his lips dipped to your neck to nip and suck the skin there, you threw your head back. The action gave him new freedom to clap his lips around your nipple. As you hugged his head to your chest, you rocked against him, which sent Chris’s hands down to cup your thonged ass.

After licking and teasing one nipple, he moved to the next to nibble and bite, giving you the best of both worlds—his tenderness and his aggressiveness. You dug your hands into his hair and pulled it, bringing his eyes to yours. He looked open and completely transparent.

“Do you want me, Chris?”

“All I want is you, Y/N.” He crashed his lips to yours and flipped you onto your back while he spread your arms out on the blanket while entwining his fingers with yours. You believed him, and you tried not to be scared of it.

Chris moved his lips across your skin and down your body until he’d pulled off your underwear and buried his face between your legs with them draped over his shoulders. You loudly gasped out, angling your head back to gaze at the star-filled sky. The way he rolled his tongue and sucked your skin had you barreling toward your release. With the sound of the waves crashing with the warmth of the fire and the beauty of the stars over you, it was easy to press this to memory.

In a matter of a few short minutes, you’d trapped Chris's head between your thighs as you came with him, not letting up, not even a little. You didn’t even realize it, but you’d screamed out before you could stop yourself.

“Fuuuuck, Chris!”

As if that was what he wanted to hear, he came up to you. When you attempted to kiss him, he jerked back, smirking. Every attempt you made, he slipped away with a smile that spoke of playfulness. On the fifth attempt, you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him there so your lips could claim his. Both of you moaned and battled for control. Yours was a fake battle. You didn't mind not being in control right now.

You rolled onto him and sat on his throbbing hardness as he groaned from the contact. His lips were glued to you once again as if he needed them for survival. Neither of you seemed in a hurry to move forward, you both just kissed and teased each other with licks, nibbles, caresses, and cuddles until you both nearly lost your minds. When the rocking of your hips became too much, Chris held your hips steadying you.

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered.

Usually, those words would have been like a douse of ice-cold water and an automatic repellant. In this situation with him tonight, somehow, they weren’t.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about it putting one in my pocket. Tonight wasn’t supposed to get here. I’m--,” Chris rambled before you kissed him again.

He did all of this on the beach and hadn’t expected sex. He did this from his heart for you. It was a sweet admission. Pressing your forehead to his, you tried to catch your breath. “It’s—okay.”

Chris reared back to look into your eyes. He didn’t look confused; he looked cautious. “It’s okay?”

That was when your nerves picked up. Was it?

“Is it?”

Chris opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You began to worry that you’d said the wrong thing, and now he was freaked out. Why weren’t you freaked out? You literally just gave him permission to go raw. Did you? You couldn’t believe those words came out of your mouth when you’d been religious every single time.

“It’s—okay with me,” Chris slowly said. He sounded shocked at the words he said.

“Is it? Are you sure?”

He pulled you closer as if you’d somehow drifted too far from him. “Me? Are you sure?”

Staring into his ocean-like eyes, you nodded. You were sure.

The two of you remained still for a few moments as if allowing the intent to marinate.

“I’ve never--,” Chris began.

“Me neither,” you quickly followed.

His smile was so sweet you couldn’t help but smile with him.

“I trust you,” Chris finished.

You felt as if you should have said the words back, but still, something held you back from actually voicing what your head was clearly telling you that you felt. Instead of speaking, you nodded. He kissed you again and softly caressed your back. Everywhere he touched felt as if he left a trail of fire in his wake. The man was as intoxicating as the flames behind you. Getting lost in his kisses once again, you began rocking against him but only managed a few rolls before your arousal peaked.

Raising onto your knees, you angled yourself over his need. His eyes bored into you, and it looked as if he were holding his breath. Slowly you slid down his length. Every inch had you shaking as he sank his fingertips into your skin.

“Shit,” You whispered just before he filled you completely.

For a few seconds, neither of you moved, you just allowed the sensations to wash over you and cement what you both just did. Chris peppered kisses across your collar as he held you close to him. It was Chris who moved your body against him, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Both of you groaned loudly, and you were the one to move next. Slowly you rocked against him, gradually picking up your speed. Chris rolled his head back as he leaned to watch you move. He felt good, too good.

You raised onto your knees and began bouncing on him.

“Jesus Chris!” He held your hips and took over, slamming you down onto his cock.

With every connection, you gasped louder and louder. Soon it was Chris controlling your movements, using your body to bring you both to completion. You knew you weren’t going to last long. When you gripped his shoulders, you stood on your tiptoes and took control back. That was when Chris’s moans became louder, and the intensity in his eyes picked up.

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh god baby, I’m gonna come,” Chris warned.

“Me too,” you whined. Chris planted his hands on the blanket and rose his hips up to meet you as you came down.

“Oh, fuck!”

You both only lasted four more strokes before you were coming together. Chris pulled you down with him back to the blanket to wrap you in his massive arms. Both of you rode the wave of your shared release, not caring if anyone walked onto the beach to catch you. The moment was too perfect to think about reality.

After a full ten minutes, Chris was the one to roll onto you to smile down at you.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded before he kissed you. “Are you?”

Chris shook his head. “I want you.”

You snorted and shook your head. “Who knew you were so insatiable, Evans.”

You could feel him hardening again inside you.

“When it comes to you—damn right, I am.”

Chris rocked into you, reawakening your desire for him. The man was going to be the death of you. Death by dick, it was a thing, it had to be.

For the next few hours, the two of you did what two naked bodies did best. Position after position, the man kept going and going and going. You weren’t complaining; you were surprised. He was pushing forty and was able to serve up quality dick back to back to back. In your coital insanity bubble, the two of you thought it was a good idea to dip into the ocean, and that turned into ocean sex. You were checking off so many firsts with him in one night you didn’t know if there would be much else to do for the rest of this quarantine.

The only reason you stopped when you saw the first hints of navy and grey in the sky was because the fire had died, and the air was nippy. You watched Chris gather the items in his full naked glory. The darkness still hid him from you for the most part, but the view was still the best view. You were delirious, so delirious that after he hid everything in the tall grasses to come back for later, he scooped you into his arms and carried you back to the guest house with the darkness as your cover.

Once inside, the two of you took a shower together that was filled with lavender-scented bubbles, giggles, kisses, and cuddles. That was when Chris co-washed your hair for you taking his time to do it properly. By the time the two of you climbed into the bed, the sky was turning a beautiful shade of pink.

You’d think it was sleep both of you did, but sleep was the farthest thing from either of your minds.

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Professor Nasty Pt. 2

Professor! Florian Munteanu x Black! Reader

Warning: Rough sex, unprotected sex, cheating, undefined age gap, dirty talking, slight degrading.

I keep my description of the reader pretty vague, make her how you want, but she black fosho. I am trying to get better at writing from a Y/N perspective, so any constructive criticism is welcomed.

Thank you @dersha89 for the inspiration. Thank you love!

The Chinese food they ended up ordering was just being pushed around her plate.

“What's wrong, you've been so quiet since you got here. Did he fail your paper again, dude can be so hard.” Fynn shoved fried rice into his mouth, bits dropping everywhere.

“Just tired.”

Fynn rolled his eyes, “Then go to bed.”

Y/N stood, taking her plate and shoving it in the fridge.

“I’m going home, you can play your game without being worried about me.”

Part of Y/N knew she was taking her bad attitude out of Fynn not that he deserved it, she had literally cheated on him hours ago and now she was being bitchy.

“Fine, maybe we can link when you fix your attitude, I didn't do anything to you.”

Y/N didn't even stay to hear the rest, just grabbed her stuff to head back to her apartment, where she should have gone in the first place.

Thank god her two roommates were out, she closed and locked the door to her room, not wanting to be disturbed. Y/N turned on her soft music playlist and tried to get some studying done, but nothing was clicking. She kept thinking about Mr. Munteanu and what had happened. She opened the text thread a few times, reading the message, trying to decipher things that weren't there. His message was clear and concise, he wanted to see her again. And Y/N wanted to see him too.

So she texted him back.

Where am I headed?

“Hello trick, you off in LaLa Land?” Chris waved her hand in front of Y/N’s face.

Y/N snapped out her daydream, today was Friday and she was absolutely frazzled by what could happen tonight. He had sent her an address, one not far from the school, and told her to dress sexy.

“No, just tired.”

“If I hear that shit one more time, I swear.” Chris grabbed a fry from Y/N’s uneaten plate.

“Well I am, what you want me to say.”

“The truth, first you fight with Fynn for no damm reason, you been MIA all fucking week, and I finally track you down and you barely can string a sentence together. I’m not stupid.”

“You sure, cause you went back to Jason 4 times.” Y/N snapped.

“Ohh that was low, you def hiding something chick. Let me find out.” Chris was staring her down and it made Y/N squirm.

“Look I am sorry, that was low, my bad. But I am stressed, school, being away from family, being one of the few black women at this school, not being able to find decent hair products. I could go on.”

Y/N could tell that Chris was not buying it at all. They had been friends since freshman year and they could read each other.

“Imma let you slide, but when you are ready to tell me the truth, just know I am here. And Fynn getting on my fucking nerves, he keeps asking me whats wrong with you and how he can make it better.”

That made Y/N feel even worst, Fynn was trying his hardest to be a good guy and here she was out here being scum.

“I’ll make it up to him.”

“Hopefully with this that you ask me to bring.”

Chris put a bag on the table, and Y/N smiled on the inside. Chris was the queen of dressing fly and sexy. She made anything look good. Whenever Y/N need an outfit she shopped Chris closet.

Y/N had asked Chris to bring her dress and she had delivered. Y/N pulled the dress out, giving it a look. A blue mini dress that sparkled, it left very little to the imagination. This was a no bra type of dress, the straps super thin.

“Damm this is dope, thank you.”

“No problem and I dont need it back, what is it for?”

“Going to surprise Fynn.” Y/N lied.

“Pair it with those clear pumps you have and girl you will be looking irresistible. Promise. Look I gotta go, hit me up and let me know how it goes.”

Chris stole a few more fries before blowing Y/N a kiss and leaving her to sit and wonder if she was making a good choice.

Y/N checked herself one more time before she went downstairs to wait for her cab. The blue mini dress looked perfect against her brown skin. The twist out that she did had came out perfect, light makeup, a gold necklace with her initial sat center on her chest. Another coat of lipgloss and finally a spray of Rogue by Ms. Fenty and she was ready to go.

And of course Chris was right about the clear pumps, they went perfectly with the dress. She looked great, Y/N snapped a quick picture before grabbing her clutch and heading out. Trying to sneak past her roommates was not an option, they whistled as she walked past, paying her compliments and saying how lucky Fynn was.

If only they knew that Fynn wasn't the lucky one.

The whole ride to his condo was nerve wracking, Y/N alternated between bouncing her leg and checking her phone obsessively. Part of her hoped he would cancel, and she could go see Fynn and make it up to him.

The cab dropped her off in front of a high rise, she didn't know the going rate for a professor but she didn't think it was this. The place was nicer than she expected with a doorman outside.

Stepping into the elevator Y/N knew there was no turning back, she was here and her panties were already damp and the possibility of fucking Mr. Munteanu again. The quickie they had on the desk was just a taste, a teaser of what it was like to be with a man.

“You look gorgeous Miss Y/F/N”

Y/N shyly looked down as Mr. Munteanu looked her over, he sucked his bottom lip in as he traced the hem of the short dress.

“Thank you Sir.”

“Here, you can call me Flo or Daddy sweetie, come in.”

The door closed behind her and suddenly she was pushed against the wall. Florian grabbed Y/N neck, making her look up at him. He kissed her, soft at first before aggressively overpowering her. Y/N hands landed on his chest, the feeling of the hard muscle of her hands. Y/N gasped when he pulled away, her chest heaved as she gulped down air.

“This is going to be fun Miss Y/F/N.”

“If I can call you Daddy, I'm sure you can find something better to call me.” she smirked.

“Is that right babygirl, don’t worry I have all night to come up with names to call you.” Florian dragged Y/N to the couch, pushing her over the arm.

Y/N ass was in the air, the dress which was already short, pushed up. Florian parted her legs, standing between them as he ran a finger up and down the wet crotch of her panties.

“Guess I should call you slut for being wet already, I’ve barely touched you.”

“I’ve been thinking of you all week.” her voice was weak.

“Good.” was all he said as he pulled her panties down. Florian kneeled between her legs, the first bite surprising her. Y/N squirmed and Florian gave her ass a light smack.

“Let Daddy take care of you.”

Y/N moaned as Florian bit and sucked her thighs, slowly working his way up to her dripping wet pussy.

“I like to take my time baby, what's the point if I can't slowly devour you.”

“Please…”

Y/N was not used to this, Fynn was only her 4th sexual partner. Foreplay usually lasted a few minutes if she was lucky.

The first kiss to her wet core sent shivers up her spine. The professor slowly made out with her pussy, the sloppy kissing turned into his tongue slowly licking her from top to bottom. His pace was so slow and torturous that Y/N’s hips tried to follow his movement. He repeated the same move and his teasing was too much for her to take.

“Please Daddy, more.”

Y/N pleas feel on deaf ears, he was enjoying this too much. Y/N gasped when he sucked her clit into his mouth, the small bundle of nerves suddenly over simulated. Y/N never felt a pleasure like this, he was being a teacher in more than one way.

His lips released her clit, his wide tongue driving into her wet slit. Quickly diving in and out, Y/N rocked on his face. Y/N fist balled as her legs shook, Florian was being merciless, eating her with a passion that she never felt. Y/N was just paralyzed with pleasure, the way he changed pace from slow to fast, back to slow. The way he sucked her clit then tongue fucked her. He was a man that knew what he was doing, a skilled man.

“Oh my God!!” moaned Y/N, the way the orgasm took over her whole body, she felt it rushing through her veins.

Florian stood, his jeans grinding against her wet and sensitive pussy.

He leaned down, kissed her neck before whispering,“ Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you all night?” Right in her ear.

Y/N was still breathless from the mind shattering orgasm, that she couldn't speak, she just shook her head. Florian grabbed her hair, so that she was facing him.

“I’m going to fuck you like a man should, you will never want a boy again when I am finished with you.”

With one hand still tangled in her hair, something she would never let Fynn do, Y/N heard the sound of his jeans being undone. Her body still recovering from the tongue lashing that he gave her didn't have time to prepare for him or his thick dick.

“Fuck!” they both said. Y/N from the way he stretched her out, and Florian from the way her walls wrapped around him.

Florian released her hair, putting his hands on either side of her, slowly feeding her inch by inch, wanting to savor the feeling of her walls hugging him. Y/N didn't want that, she wanted all of him and now.

“Please go deeper Daddy, I need it.” she begged, her nails dug into his arm. Y/N pushed back, wanting all of his thick length to be inside of her.

Florian moaned, he promised himself he would take his time, but he couldn't hold back. He snapped his hips into hers, burying every last inch into her. Gone was the slow tender strokes, he pounded into her.

“Give me a kiss baby girl.”

Y/N turned her face to kiss him, but couldn't focus because of how he was fucking her. Soft kisses barely made it to his lips until he stopped moving. Florian grabbed her jaw and kissed her, tongues battling it out, he grinded his hips into her, watching her melt. Florian finally pulled away, resting his forehead on her back.

Y/N felt surrounded by him, his powerful arms on either side of her, digging into the material of the couch. His chest against her back, she couldn't move if she wanted to, she was trapped and happy about it.

Pain mixed with pleasure as his strokes sped up, both chasing their own orgasm. Y/N clung to him as her legs trembled and she let out a loud moan.

Florian kept fucking her through the orgasm, he never experienced this with any other woman, wanting to completely consume her in each way possible.

“Fuck, Im cumming baby.”

His body went riding on top of her, as he released a flood inside of her. Y/N wasn't sure she would move if she wanted to, she felt drained of energy and completely happy.

When Florian finally moved off of her, pulling up his boxers before sitting on the couch, Y/N stood on unsteady legs. Y/N looked around for her panties and bag. She fixed her dress, she could feel his seed dripping out of her. She had turned around to pick up her panties when she felt his presence behind her.

She stood, panties in hand.

He moved her hair out the way, softly kissing her neck, “You don't need them, I am nowhere near done with you.”

#Florian #florian munteanu smut #florian x reader #florian x black!reader #creed #smuttywriter

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Wintervento

A little fanfic of Resident Evil 8

Characters involved - Ethan Winters, Donna Beneviento, Angie, Mia Winters

Time of place - After the death of the Dimitrescus and the truth about Rose

Main focus - Ethan Winters X Donna Beneviento

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Donna sat in her manor sewing a dress for her dolls. Angie was watching and humming her as she sewed.

“Donna….Donna…I’m bored…” Angie groaned, as she stretched out laying on the ground. But before she could answer a loud roar shook the manor, knocking materials on top of Angie.

Donna ran out, leaving Angie to struggle to escape. The roar echoed throughout the valley, but it soon turned into screaming as shockwaves from the scream shook the rocks around lose. Donna knew the voice inside the roar. It was her older sister Alcina. Angie got outside and tried to climb on top of Donna. But as she did the roar stopped. They stood outside for three minutes before they headed back inside.

As she closed the door the phone started to ring. Donna flinched at the sound but moved towards the phone. She picked it up and raised it to her ear. “Donna.” A voice said, “Hello Mother Miranda.” She replied. “Alcina and her daughters are dead. murdered by the outsider Ethan Winters. And he now knows about the flask that contains the child. He’ll come for yours next. Kill him for me.” Miranda explains. The phone then hung up before she could reply.

She stood up and walked to the center of the room. She then opened her mind to her plants. She saw someone approach through the fog. She recognized the figure as Ethan Winters, from the meeting. She grinned as she activated the pollen.

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Ethan walked across the bridge, he stopped every time the bridge made a crack. He was worried it would fall, and was considering to turn around. But he knew what was at stake, he had to save his daughter. She was all he had, Mia was gone, he couldn’t trust Chris, and he was wondering if he could even trust the Duke who was giving him weapons.

He got across and made his way onward through the fog. He remembered what the Duke told about the flasks. He got one from the Dimitrescus and now he needed to get the next one from Donna Beneviento the doll maker.

As he walked he could make someone out. The person spoke, “Ethan…please, hurry.” The person said. He knew the voice, it was Mia. As she got closer and was holding Rose. She then disappeared before he could answer. “Mia?”

Ethan pushed forward, hearing his wife’s voice and passing different plants. After getting in a elevator he had a unsettling feeling. He wished he hadn’t given up the photo of his family. He missed them, more than he knew.

Once the elevator stopped, he stepped out and saw the Benviento Manor. He was taken aback by the beauty of the house. The waterfall in the background made it, so breathtaking.

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As he entered the manor, he noticed how the nose from outside died when he walked in. As he stepped farther inside he saw the panting hung as the centerpiece. He approached the panting and studied the person in it. “This is Donna Beneviento?” He asked himself.

As he was studying the painting he heard someone calling for help in the upstairs room. He drew his gun and slowly approached the room. He slowly opened the door and to his shock, the noise he heard was his wife. Gagged and tied up.

“Mia?” Ethan asked as he approached. He turned her over and saw it was Mia. He wasted no time to cut her lose. “Mia, how are you alive?” He asked as he helped her up. “They took me, and they put another in my place.”

As Ethan heard what she said, he was non the wiser of the creature made of wood and bones under the bed. Angie watched them chat, keeping her eyes on Mia. She knew who really was the woman Ethan was talking to, her sister said master Donna.

Donna then took his hand, “come on Ethan, we need to get out before she comes back”. Angie crept closer to the opening of the bed. They planned to rush him after Donna lured him in the hall.

“Mia wait” Ethan cut her off. Donna looked up at him, but before she could ask him anything he kissed her. Donna and Angie where taken aback by his actions. He pulled away, “sorry, I now this isn’t the time I jus-“ Ethan was cut off as Donna grabbed him by his coat and pulled him down to her level and kissed him. Ethan’s face went red as he kissed her back, closing his eyes as he put his hands around her waist and pulled her close. Donna wrapped her hands around his neck, closing her eye as she was caught in the moment.

Angie watched from under the bed. Her anger at Ethan growing for taking advantage of Donna. She was going to attack but saw how Donna let lose of illusion her go. She exposed her true self to him. Angie tried to get her attention to let her know but all she got was Ethan’s attention.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the cadou covered face of Donna. He pushed her away and watched her hit the wall behind her. He raised his gun but before he could do anything, Angie attacked him. Biting into his leg as he tried to shake her off. He he did, Donna grabbed his gun and took it from him. She then activated the pollen again to make it seem she and Angie disappeared.

Donna placed her vail over her head to hide her scar. “What the hell were you thinking? Why did you do that?” Angie asked as they made it downstairs. “I…don’t know.” Donna replied. She turned around to see Ethan stumbling down the stairs. She froze for a second remembering the kiss.

Donna appeared before Ethan. “Don’t leave, I can’t let you.” She said as dolls appeared before him and started to attack. He tripped backwards as he pushed them away. Angie then appeared and nagged for him to chase her. Ethan stood up with a million questions running through his head. “What was happening? Where did these dolls come from? Did I kiss Donna? What was that thing on her face? Where did my gun go?” But he knew some of those questions could wait, he needed to find a weapon.

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Ethan stumbled around the manor as dolls jumped at him. He was looking for something, anything he could use to defend against the dolls. As he made his way to the kitchen he spotted Angie. He went to attack but she jumped up and he fell backwards onto a table. She and the dolls laughed at him. He felt powerless and was being made a fool of by the dolls.

Donna watched him struggle to get up and fight. She didn’t know why she had a strange attraction to him. Was it the kiss? Since she was isolated for so long and kept her face covered, nobody but her parents, a garden, and Miranda saw her. It was a first, and she liked it. But Mother Miranda ordered her to kill him. And she couldn’t disobey her. No matter how bad this feeling wanted her to.

As Ethan looked around, he spotted a pair a scissors that fell out of a hidden drawer in the table. He picked them up, now he could fight back. He got up and stormed after Angie. Finding her he picked her up. She screamed at him, and he stabbed her head. Blood spilled out as a mixture of screams spilled around him. Angie then broke free and fled.

Donna looked back and saw Ethan standing across from her with scissors in his hand. He then approach her and Angie and grabbed them. As they struggled he picked up the scissors and struck at Donna. But he narrowly missed her, stretching her face and in palling her vail. She broke free losing her vail and running away.,

Ethan chased after them, once again stabbing Angie. She fled again but before he chased after her, he noticed something that wasn’t there. Blood on the walls, were he had found Angie. He must have been hitting more than that doll he thought. He then went after them, ready to end this.

Donna stumbled in the main hall, dropping Angie. She was bleeding from the stabbing. Her heart was racing and her cadou was pulsing. She was afraid of him. He was nothing like Heisenberg said he was, he was strong and dangerous. “Donna we have to keep moving, he’s close!” Angie shouted at Donna. Donna knew this, but she was so afraid she couldn’t move.

Ethan searched until he found the doll. He then grabbed her and slammed her into the ground. He raised the scissors ready to kill her. As she screamed the illusion suddenly ended. Ethan saw that he was holding down Donna by her collar. She was crying from her eye and holding her hand above her face. “Please…don’t kill me..” she said through her tears. Ether looked around and saw all the blood on the walls. He looked down at her, once again seeing her disfigured face.

Donna was forced down on the ground. Her head hurting as her fear was rising. She watched as he pinned her down with his three fingered hand and raised the scissors with his other. She screamed and in her fear she let go of her illusion power. She began to cry as she held her hand up. She looked up at him through her tears. “Please..”

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Ethan then dropped the scissors and got off her. Donna then sat up as Angie crawled to her. “Look..I’m not going to hurt you..just tell me where the flask is that contains my daughter.” Ethan asked. “The front door….you need to push a switch..asshole” Angie replied. Donna covered Angie’s mouth, not wanting to bring his wrath onto them again.

Ethan got up and walked to the front door and flipped a switch. A door opened from the ground as the leg flask that contained his daughter appeared. He picked it up and was about to leave until he looked back at Donna. She was holding Angie close and covering her face. Tears dripping from her face and onto Angie’s head. He walked over and bend down to her level. “Hey…are you okay?” He asked, “no..” Donna replied. Ethan knew that was a dumb question to ask to someone he just tried to kill. “Here, let me help you” Ethan said as he reached his hand out. Donna hesitated but took his hand besides Angie’s persistence against.

He took her to the kitchen to be seated as he searched for something to help. “Donna, we have to kill this guy. Mother said we have to, he’ll kill us if she doesn’t.” Angie tried to tell Donna through the muffling of her clothes. But Donna choose to ignore the pleading of Angie. Because that feeling she had from before has creeped back into her. He then walked back to them, holding a cloth and a bottle of healing liquid.

Angie growled at him, she didn’t trust him after not only kissing Donna but also hurting her. He poured some liquid onto the cloth, “here, it helps”. Donna nodded has she let him touch the part of her head he stabbed. She flinched from the pain but leaned into his hand has he pressed it gently on her. She tried to cover her face with her hand so he wouldn’t have to look at her.

“Um..Donna?” Ethan ask as he looked at her. “Yes?” She replied. “Does it still hurt?”. She shook her head no. He then let go. “No…please don’t let go.” She said as she grabbed his hand. Her face turned red when she realized what she was doing. The two than stood in a awkward silence until Angie spoke up. “You have your daughter. Now leave us alone bully!” She shouted at Ethan.

Ethan than turned to leave. “W-Wait!” Donna shouted as she stood up dropping Angie on the ground, “At least let me see you out.”

“Okay.” Ether said. They both began to walk to the door, with Angie picking herself up and following them. Once they got to the door, Donna began to speak. “I-I’m sorry for impersonating your wife. I was following Miranda’s orders.” She said. “It’s fine..Miranda will get what she deserves but as long as I get Rose, we are fine.” Ethan replied. “Of course, also here” Donna gave Ethan a key “This will help you access the village further”. Ethan took the key “Thank you Donna. Uh also, sorry about that kiss.”

Donna blushed and looked to the side. “It-It’s alright..it was my first and it’s my fault for kissing you again.” She said. Hearing those words, Ethan began to turn red. “I also understand your reaction, who would want to kiss a monster like me.” Donna replied. “What? Donna, you are beautiful.” Ethan said, shocked that she thought of herself like that. “No no..I’m a monster..” Donna said covering her face “you don’t have to lie.”

Ethan placed his hand over hers. “I’m not lying.” He said as he pulled her hands away from her face. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m sorry I tried to kill you and I’m sorry for my reaction, I just lost my wife..again and I thought you were her and I didn’t want to take advantage of you..but the more I look at you, I don’t know why…but I can’t stop myself from wanting you.”

Donna began to cry again, nobody had said this too her. She had always been ashamed of her scar then of the cadou mutation. But here was someone who, she tried to kill. Say he liked her. “Ethan…”

The two looked at each other and in a bliss of their own, kissed once again. But there was no disguise or alternative motives between them. Ethan held her close, lifting her just a bit off the ground. Donna’s tears fell not from fear or loneliness but of love. Once the kiss ended she smiled.

“Could you stay?” Donna asked. Ethan’s face then became sadden. A part of him wanted to stay, but he new why he was here. “I’m sorry Donna, I have to rescue my Daughter. I need to make this right for her”. Donna knew this but still asked the question. “Could you come with me? Together I’m sure we could do it.” Ethan asked. Donna’s face brighten at the thought but knew what fate would await her if she did. “I can’t..Mother Miranda would kill me. She might kill me for this”. Ethan hadn’t figured this as he placed her down.

“When I get all the flasks I’m sure Miranda will come after me. And when she does I’m going to kill her. Will you come with me after that?” Ethan asked.

“Yes. But please be careful. My brothers Moreau and Heisenberg won’t go down easy if you fight them. Please Ethan.” Donna replied

Ethan let her hands go and opened the doors of the manor. He looked back at Donna, smiled and walked out.

Donna smiled back at him as he left. “Are you done?” Angie asked, standing behind her. “H-How long were you there?” She asked. “Too long. Also, do you really think he’ll survive ugly and metal hobo? Or even Mother? He’ll be crushed.” Angie replied. “No. He won’t, I’m surprised you didn’t notice Angie. There’s something special about him.” Donna replied as she made her was to the elevator. “Wait what? Wait up.” Angie said as she went after Donna.

She pushed the button to open the elevator. “I have faith he’ll make it.” Donna said as they entered the elevator and headed down. “It’s like they say he’s Ethan Winters. He survives anything you throw at him.” She said as the elevator went down. They both then went to her room, to wait for Ethan’s return

#resident evil village #donna beneviento #ethan winters #Ethan winters x Donna Beneviento #fanfic

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