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stuckinthesun · 10 months

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Nsfw Chris x Fem!Reader

“Don’t stop! Fuck I’m gonna cum I’m gonna-“ Your body arches and shakes as you cum, Chris fucking you through it and his fingers quickly rubbing your clit, making you see stars.

He doesn’t stop once you’re orgasm dies down though. Instead Chris keeps fucking you, driving his cock deeper, chasing his own release until the overstimulation is too painful for you.

“C-Chris,” You sob out, weakly reaching to grip his arms caging you to the bed, “Please g-give me a second.”

Chris’s hips stutter to a stop, his fingers now gripping the sheets as he grunts out in a noticeably deeper voice, “Course doll, sorry.”

You take a deep breath and watch as Chris sits up, still buried inside of you, and reaches over to his nightstand. He grabs his pack of cigarettes, opens it and pulls one out along with his lighter before setting the pack back.

Chris places the cigarette between his lips and lights it before tilting his head back and inhaling. You watch as his chest expands as he breathes the smoke into his lungs, and your eyes track the smoke as it floats through the air when he blows it out.

Watching Chris smoke has always been a guilty pleasure of yours, and now watching him do it while still deep inside of you has you desperately clenching around him.

Chris groans and looks down at you, raising an eyebrow as he pulls the cigarette away from his lips and turns his head to blow the smoke out, “Thought you needed a minute, baby?”

“You just-“ You blush and cover your face, embarrassed to admit this to him, “You look really good like that.”

“Like what?” He asked, genuinely confused, before realizing what you meant, “Wait, really? But you always yell at me to quit?”

“That’s for health reasons not kink reasons!” You huff, face still bright red.

Chris smirks at you as he takes another drag from his cigarette, “So you like seeing me with a cigarette in my mouth and my cock in your pussy?”

You clench around him again as a moan escapes your lips. Your moans only grow louder when Chris starts to roll his hips, his cock rutting up inside of you.

Soon he’s fucking you in earnest again, cigarette dangling from his lip, ashes flying everywhere. You can’t look away from him, he’s absolutely stunning like this, and you can already feel your second climax approaching.

“Fuck you’re so wet. Wish you would’ve told me about this sooner, we could’ve been doing this the whole time.” Chris grunted out around the half burnt stick in his mouth.

“Fuck Chris, so good fuck!” You cry out, reach up to pluck the cigarette from his lips so you could pull him into a kiss.

His tongue instantly pushed inside your mouth, sliding against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, being careful of the cigarette between your fingers, and pulled him closer.

Your orgasm rushed through you without warning, making you clamp around Chris and pull him right over the edge with you. He came inside of you, filling you up.

After a few more thrust Chris pulled away from the kiss and pulled out of you, making you both hiss. You handed him what little was left of the cigarette, which he gladly finished off before stubbing it out.

“We’re definitely doing that again.” Chris hummed before chuckling at your bright red face.

The fact that Chris smokes is just *bites fist*

#resident evil x reader #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield #chris resident evil #chris redfield x y/n #chris redfield x you #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil village #re8 chris redfield

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leonsbunny · 5 months

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Heart For Brains

( Re8!Chris Redfield x gn!reader || your husband finally comes home || link to pt 1)

Seeing you again was the only motivation Chris had at this point.

Your smile, the way you said his name whenever you say you love him, the way you complimented his cooking, everything. He wanted to keep you safe. He wanted to keep you away, away from all the man-made biological horrors that he had to fight off seemingly endlessly on each and every mission he went on.

Calling Chris a worrywart was an understatement.

He constantly worried about you and others before himself. He couldn't help it. He had a heart for a brain. He couldn't help wanting to protect everyone before himself. Even on missions, he thought about you. He's memorized your schedule at this point, most of the time when he isn't shooting the undead he thinks about what you're doing, even when he's in Europe and you're still at your shared home in America.

Seeing your face on his computer screen brought him back to the ground, the way your eyes softened at him made him feel mushy inside. The world was hard on him. You made him feel soft. "I miss you so much, dear. The bed feels painfully empty without you in it." You say, leaning onto your hand as you look back at Chris through your side of the screen. He always loved these little video chats with you. He loved hearing your sweet voice. The hardened man was practically putty around you. Your words melted him. "I miss you too, honey. You eat yet?" Chris asks, as always putting your needs before his own. Despite the fact that he was currently stationed in Europe and you safely at home.

You nod your head in reply. "Mhm, I did eat! Eggs and bacon." You reply back. "Isn't it like… 3 AM over there? Why do you care if I eat when you should be sleeping?" You ask, jokingly. Tilting your head as you lean on your hand. You always found it endearing the way he cared so much for you. But it also somewhat worried you. You made it your goal now to pamper your husband once he returns from his mission in Europe.

Chris chuckles along with you. "I can't help but worry, honey. You're at home all alone." He says in reply. "There isn't much going on here anyways." He murmurs, playfully scoffing. "How's your morning so far, babe?" He asks, leaning slightly toward his side of the screen. A shine in his eye as he hears you talk about your morning. Though your morning was uneventful, he listened intently, wanting to share that quiet life with you right there and then. No monsters. No guns. Just you and him, together. He can't wait to come back home and return back to you.

The day he came back to Europe was the same as always, the same routine of greeting Chris at the door, hugging him close to you, his much larger frame enveloping you into his. "I miss you, dear." You murmur softly, your head to his chest. "I miss you too, honey." Chris replies back, his nose taking in your familiar scent as the two of you embrace. The scent of home. The two of you share this exchange for a couple more minutes before you let go. "Let me help you with your bags, babe. You must be exhausted." You say, a hand reaching out to grab one of his duffel bags.

"No, no, I don't need your help." Chris quickly says, gently swatting your hand away. Even when arriving home, Chris didn't want you worrying for him or lifting a finger for him. He was stubbornly caring for everyone except himself. You sigh softly, deciding not to prod any further. You pull your hand away and hug your husband one last time before letting go.

"Just…decompress yourself and rest, okay?" Your eyes soften looking at your husband. You knew he needed a break. He knew that he needed a break, too. Chris grabs his bags without struggle, murmuring a small "Thanks, honey." As he walks into your shared bedroom, slowly unpacking his things from his duffle bags. You give Chris some time to get used to his surroundings again. Enough time to shower and change into a fresh set of clothes. He was gone for a long while.

The feeling of being home again felt foreign to Chris. He felt like he didn't belong here.

He had gotten so used to the endless cycles of fighting, fighting to protect people, fighting to protect his friends. Fighting to protect you. He felt like he didn't deserve to be home again. He's pulled out of his own thoughts when he realizes that you're hugging him from behind. He also realizes he was staring blankly at the full body mirror in your shared bedroom. Chris chuckles softly at your attempt to wrap your arms around his muscular build fully. "What a sweet thing you are." He comments, shuffling himself to face you. "I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you, honey." He says, easily scooping you up in his arms.

"All the right things, dear. I'm really glad you're home again." You reply, wrapping your arms around him for support. A small blush appears on Chris's face hearing your words. Knowing you cared for him. Not for his battle knowledge or his strength was enough to make small hearts appear in his eyes if that was humanly possible. Knowing you wanted him at home melted his heart.

He gently places you down on your shared bed, handling you carefully, almost like porcelain. He didn't want to hurt you, after all. You were his drive to go on missions. He went through hell just to see you again, and it was worth it every time. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept in a normal bed. Let alone hold you in his arms. Chris wanted to change that.

"You were right about this bed being lonely without me. I forgot how big this thing is." He comments, a small chuckle leaving his chest. You smile softly, hearing his words, patting a spot next to you for him to lay down. He climbs next to you in bed, the bed frame shifting slightly under his weight. He slowly wraps his arms around you, sighing contently as he rests into the mattress. It's been a while since he's had a normal bed. Pulling you close to him, Chris kisses the crown of your head. "Love you, sweet thing." He murmurs just loud enough for you to hear. "Love you too, babe." You reply back, hugging his shoulders as his hands rest right above your hips.

You lay your head comfortably on his broad chest. You both enjoy the silence together. Finally, you both had time alone. "...you're off your mission and you still wear your work clothes?" You say aloud, gesturing to one of his many, black turtlenecks. You couldn't tell if it was a fashion statement or a sign of how much working for the BSAA weighed on your husband's psyche. "They're comfortable, honey." Chris replies, his eyes fluttering open hearing your voice. He drifted off to sleep for a brief moment, just holding you in his arms. He was home.

You smile hearing his answer. "They sure do." You say in agreement, shifting in the bed so that you're facing him. Head still resting comfortably on his chest, your fingers trace over his muscles. "They make you look professional, babe." You add on your fingers slowly making their way up his arm, then to the collar of his turtleneck. The entire time, Chris had a small blush on his face. You really did make him soft. "T-thank you, honey." He quietly says back, his eyes darting between your fingers and your face. Despite being a hardened BSAA captain, he was a soft, putty mess around you. Easily moldable and malleable simply by your words and touch.

Your fingers rest near his collarbone until you gently tug down his turtleneck. This causes Chris's eyes to widen slightly. The small blush on his face spreads even more, the tips of his ears almost red.

He wasn't expecting this type of welcome home. Not at all.

Seeing this reaction out of your husband always surprised you. Chris Redfield, the expert on the living dead, the man who had a heart for a brain, got flustered simply by the way you spoke and your hands. Your eyes scan his neck, noting the way his Adam's apple nervously bobbed up and down. He was always so shy when it came to physical affection, yet he was proud to hold hands with you in public. Not taking a second thought to wrap his much bigger hand in yours.

"Kissing is more…intimate than holding hands, right, dear?" You ask, eyes darting up at Chris, who was still, completely red in the face. His hands cling to your hips, bringing you closer to him. "Y-yes. It is more intimate than kissing, sweet thing." Chris replies, nodding his head a bit in agreement.

Slowly, you tug the collar of his turtleneck lower and lower until his neck is fully exposed. Chris's breathing hitches. The man was absolutely flustered now. Going from a grizzly bear to a teddy bear around you and only you. "H-honey…what are you doing?" He quietly asks, not stopping you at all. "Just…relax, dear. Let me calm you down, okay?" Chris slowly nods his head, letting your lips get closer to his neck. Your husband tenses up slightly as you get closer. He was so shy and yet craved physical affection from you. Especially after being away from you for so long.

Your lips gently pepper his neck in kisses, Chris loosens up, back pressed against the mattress. Relaxing as you kiss his neck. Two of your fingers are still tugging down his turtleneck collar as he speaks. "This…feels nice. You're really spoiling me, huh?" He comments, letting you do your work. All you do is hum in response. Your kisses turn more feverish as you trail up closer and closer to his jawline.

This must've unlocked something in Chris's brain. He immediately grabs you by the hips, though, still handling you gently like porcelain he places you in his lap. Your thighs squared his hips in, with you against his broad chest. He realizes what he had done in the heat of the moment, and his face turns a deeper shade of red. "S-sorry, honey, I-I don't know what came over me." He quickly says, sounding genuinely apologetic. Hearing how sweet Chris sounded and how reddened his face was, you smiled softly. Pulling away from his neck, your eyes soften again. "Aw, it's okay, babe. No need to apologize to me over something like that." You reassure him, cupping his face in your hands. Your palms brush against his cheeks, the stubble on his beard tickling lightly against your skin.

His eyes glance at your lips, then back into yours. His own lips try to form words until you pull him for another round of kisses. You feverishly pepper kisses all over his face, making rounds and leaving small faint imprints of the lip balm you wore on his features. Your lips linger on the corners of his lips before you plant them softly on his. Chris sighs softly into the kiss, slowly pressing your hips down against his so you aren't awkwardly caging him in with your thighs. Even in a position like this, he still prioritized your comfort over his.

His hands rest on your hips again, relaxing like you requested him to as you do your work. You really meant it when you told him to relax. Your hands pull away from his face, placing them on his shoulders, your thumbs brush against the base of his neck. Chris leans into the kiss gently, giving you an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue darts in and out of your mouth, still handling you softly as your shared kiss becomes more heated. One of his hands holds you in place by the back of your head, his fingers brush through your hair as he (somewhat) hungrily makes out with you.

He doesn't remember the last time he kissed you either. He missed the way you tasted. Chris wanted to change that, too.

Whenever he was on a video call with you, that thought lingered in the back of his mind. The way your lips tasted on his. His thoughts pooled into a puddle at first. In the back of his mind. That puddle has grown into another body of water entirely. Something much bigger.

Finally, he breaks the kiss, breath hot on your skin as he pulls away. The reddish tint that spread across his now, lip balm stained face slowly went down as he looked down at you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer for a hug.

"I love you, honey. Don't know what I'd do without kissing those lips of yours." He murmurs against your skin, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your neck softly. Open-mouthed kisses trail up your neck, his stubble brushing against your soft flesh. You chuckle softly, feeling the stubble against your neck. "I love you too, dear. That tickles." You comment as his kisses linger on your skin.

A small laugh leaves Chris as he pulls away from your neck after peppering kisses on it. One of his hands cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against one of your cheekbones. "You really are the sweetest thing, huh?" He says in a soft tone as he looks at you with the most love filled expression you've seen. He really did love you.

Chris Redfield, the man with a heart for a brain, had his eyes set on you. And only you.

#chris redfield x you #chris redfield x reader #re8 chris redfield #chris redfield #resident evil #resident evil fluff #resident evil angst #<3

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arisaur · 8 months

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#x.#chris redfield #re8 #re village #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re8 chris redfield #gaming #x.fanworks

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leonslutkennedyy · 11 months

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I think Chris would have gone through an alpha male phase

#resident evil biohazard #resident evil #resident evil 8 village #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil 6 #resident evil 5 #resident evil 1 #resident evil code veronica #resident evil revelations #chris redfield #resident evil memes #re8 chris redfield #resident evil men *everyone claps*

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totallytoby22 · 9 days

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does it count as winterfield if i like the painting better without Chris (im so not happy with this but i don't want it to go to waste)

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kisses-for-you · 1 month

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Confession - Chris Redfield

Chris Redfield X Fem!Reader

Summary: You've been ignoring Chris and he wants to know why. Will you confess or will you act like everything's fine?

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Chris was your best friend and he had been for as long as you can remember. But something had changed between the two of you. You found yourself avoiding him, your demeanor towards him growing colder by the day. The reason was clear - you had developed feelings for him, feelings that complicated your friendship.

One evening, a sudden knock echoed through your quiet house. Who could've possibly been at your door You opened the door cautiously, not expecting to see him. Your eyes met his. The hurt in his gaze cut through you. "Y/N, why have you been avoiding me? Chris asked.

One evening, a sudden knock pierced the silence of your house. Who could've possibly been at your door this late in the evening? With cautious steps, you approached and opened the door, only to be met by Chris's pained gaze. "Y/N, why have you been avoiding me? Have I done something wrong?" Chris's voice held a mixture of confusion and hurt, making your heart clench.

Panic seized you as you struggled to find the right words. You couldn't tell him the truth, obviously, not now at least. Your heart raced as you attempted to maintain composure, avoiding his searching gaze.

"I don't know what you mean, Chris," you replied, your voice betraying the turmoil within. "Everything's fine." You attempted to brush off his question as if everything was perfectly fine - but it wasn't. Meeting his eyes, you saw the hurt reflected in them, knowing you were the cause of his pain.

"But I just...I feel like you've been acting differently lately." He reached out to touch your face, only to stop himself before he made contact. He retracted his hand like he'd just realised what he was doing. "Am I losing my mind or does it seem like you're avoiding me?" It was becoming increasingly harder for you to lie to him but you just couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth.

With each word, the tension between you grew, and you found it increasingly difficult to maintain the facade. As Chris inched closer, seeking answers, you instinctively stepped back, the distance between you palpable. "It's not you, Chris, I promise," you stammered, your voice trembling with emotion. "It's just... I've had a lot on my plate recently, and I guess I've been distant with everyone." You swallowed hard, grappling with your emotions.

He gave you a knowing look, as if he could see right through your act. "Y/N, you're lying to me. I'm supposed to be your friend and I just want you to tell me the truth." Chris looked away, the hurt evident on his face. He ran his hands through his hair. "You can trust me, and you can tell me whatever it is. But please don't try to hide it from me."

You had never thought you'd be in a situation like this; torn between the desire to confess and the fear of ruining your friendship, you found yourself at a crossroads. Chris's vulnerability was a side of him you'd never seen before and it made your heart ache. You couldn't bear seeing him hurt like this.

Taking a deep breath, you summoned all your courage. "Chris," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "it's not that I don't trust you. It's just... I'm terrified of losing what we have. Our friendship is everything to me, and the thought of risking it scares me more than anything."

Chris's gaze bore into you, searching for sincerity. "Then trust me enough to tell me," he urged gently. "Whatever it is, I swear that I will stick by your side. But I just need you to be honest with me, Y/N."

Tension gripped the room as you locked eyes with Chris, the realization sinking in that there was no way out. With a heavy sigh, you finally admitted, "Alright, Chris, you want the truth? Fine. I've been avoiding you because... because I have feelings for you, and I don't know what to do! I'm terrified that if you don't feel the same way, I'll destroy our friendship."

Your words lingered in the silence, and you couldn't bear to meet his gaze, anticipating his reaction. The deafening quiet was broken only by the thud of your heartbeats. Chris's lips curled into an unexpected smile, catching you off guard. "I knew it," he murmured softly. "I feel the same, but I was afraid to admit it."

Relief washed over you until you noticed the sadness in his smile. "What's wrong?" you asked, concern flooding your voice. "Y/N, I can't," Chris said, his tone heavy with sorrow. "We can't be together."

You felt your heart sink at his words, confusion clouding your mind. "What do you mean, Chris? Why can't we be together?" you pressed, searching his face for answers. The emotional rollercoaster of this conversation was taking its toll and you desperately needed answers. Your mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of his words.

Chris didn't respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the floor, shoulders slumped under the weight of his emotions. Finally, he took a deep breath, the heaviness of the moment palpable. "Look, I care about you a lot. I've never felt this way about anyone else in my entire life, I swear that," Chris said, his voice solemn, eyes meeting yours. "But I can't be with you. I don't want to ruin what we have now. You have to understand."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to comprehend his words. It was a bittersweet moment, knowing he shared your feelings but also realising he chose to prioritise your friendship over the potential for something more.

"I understand, Chris," you whispered, your voice trembling. "But why don't we at least try? You can't just say it won't work."

Chris shook his head and took another deep breath, a mixture of pain and determination in his eyes. "I'm not saying it wouldn't work, I'm just saying I don't want you to get hurt." He looked you in the eyes, trying to explain his reasoning.

"Y/N, I've never been good at relationships, okay? I've been through a lot of pain, and every relationship I've had ends in heartbreak. Do you honestly want me to ruin what we have?" He tries to laugh, but it falls flat. "Not to mention, I'm an absolute mess. You really deserve someone better."

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you grappled with the complexity of the situation. It was a mix of emotions; happiness that he shared your feelings and heartbreak that he was pushing you away for fear of causing pain. "Chris, you're not a mess. And I'm willing to take that risk," you said, your voice trembling but nonetheless determined. "I'd rather die knowing I took that chance than live my life regretting the fact that I never tried."

"That's the thing, Y/N. You don't understand. I don't want you to have to go through any pain," Chris said, fighting back the tears that were starting to form in his eyes. "Please, just let it go."

You never thought you'd see Chris cry. His facade of strength and courage was the reason you'd always looked up to him, even as adults. Seeing this side of him broke your heart.

You wanted to listen to Chris, you wanted to let it go but something inside wouldn't let you. You were set on your choice. You wanted to be with him. "Chris, please don't push me away," your voice broke as you spoke.

"Y/N, I can't. You don't know what you're asking. Please..." He didn't finish his sentence, instead he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair and letting out a long, drawn-out sigh.

You noticed that Chris's chest was trembling with emotion. The strong man you'd always known and respected had officially cracked. You realised that he was always just a broken soldier underneath that facade of courage.

In that emotional embrace, you held Chris tightly, letting him release all the pent-up emotions he'd been carrying. The weight of your feelings, the complexity of the situation, and the vulnerability of the moment were overwhelming. He stroked your back gently.

After a while, Chris began to pull away slightly, his eyes still moist. "Y/N, I don't want to hurt you, but I can't deny how I feel either. We'll take it slow, alright? Let's see where this leads."

You nodded, your heart filled with a mix of hope and worry. He felt the same way. You looked up at him, slowly starting to lean in. The moment felt electric as your lips met his in a gentle yet hesitant kiss.

#chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #resident evil 8 #resident evil 8 remake #re8 #re8r #re village #imagine #re8 chris redfield

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heraxic · 2 months

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re8 as classical music

badly explained cause its 2am and i dont know musical terms.

Btw if anyone has any notes or other songs that would fit them id love to see it-

Ethan: Tchaikovsky - Marche Slave

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Slow start, Ethan is unknowingly ensnared in a trap. As he realizes the danger Rose (and himself) are in the song becomes tragic and determined. Fastpaced strings, frantic beats —like prey escaping from predator— keeps escalating into something more and more insurmountable. A hopeful jingle is heard as Ethan finds out he can still save his daughter. A heroic theme plays as he overcomes the horrors despite it all (a sense of control over the situation is marked by highpitched anxious flutes superimposed by a deep stable horn). Then comes the first faceoff with Miranda who taunts him and Ethan’s tragic hero theme comes to a grinding halt as his heart gets pulled out of his chest. The drums pick up again and the little soldier is off to his final battle.

Mia: Claude Debussy - Clair De Lune

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Sadly the real Mia doesn’t appear much. In the Winters home, Ethan writes that Mia doesn’t want to talk about what they went through in Louisiana, which leaves him with a lot of questions unanswered. In the flashback where she desperately tries reaching out saying ‘𝘺𝘰𝘶 matter’, she still can’t help keeping secrets- maybe out of fear that Ethan wouldn’t let it go (being extremely persistent) and they’d never return to normal. The song is heartbreaking and sad as she struggles coming to terms with the guilt and grief over what she’s done and what the one she loves went through because of it. On a last somber note, her child, who takes after her father both in looks and unresolved powers, is all she has left.

Rose: Saint-Saëns - Le Cygne

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A little girl whos only ever known unconditional, all encompassing love. Even before her birth, it was known that her life would be full of uncertainty. Though stolen away for possessing powers she’s not even aware of yet, she continues to live and provide a beacon of hope for her family.

Chris: Richard Wagner - Ride of the Valkyries

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Comes in the dead of night and rains hell on the Winters home. In his eyes, he’s doing the right thing, but has made himself the villain to the one he was trying to protect (victorious trumpets superimposed by high fearful strings). The transport gets intercepted by Miranda and the music falls. Once Chris finally explains himself to Ethan they’re allowed a brief bit of victory (steadier horn) as their combined efforts take down Miranda’s last line of defense (Heisenberg). In the end, Chris has to live with the victory of taking down the megamycete, the guilt and grief over Ethan’s death/sacrifice, and the troubling news from BSAA. A tainted victory.

Alcina: Tchaikovsky - Swan Lake

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Appears first as a noble elegant socialite. She’s at the height of her power, owns a castle and three daughters and believes herself to be Miranda’s favorite. It’s business as usual, calm serene music. Suddenly an outsider has made his way into her home, killing her daughters one by one. She reaches out to Miranda, who only cares about the stupid ceremony, and realizes everything she knew was a lie. Anger and frustration builds. The music deepens, falls and rises again as she transforms, tries taking revenge on Ethan and fails, having lost everything in one evening.

Bela, Cassandra, Daniela: Rimsky Korsakov - Flight of the Bumblebee

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Self explanatory. Hurried, manic and playful.

Donna: Tchaikovsky - Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy

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Entrancing but with eerie insidious undertones. Fitting for the childlike dollmaker and her little porcelain friends. Ends with a fast and chilling theme for the twisted game of hide and seek

Moreau: Edvard Grieg - Hall of the Mountain King

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Quiet, lumbering and slow. Ethan takes the Rose flask back easily; threatened with losing Mother Miranda it very quickly escalates as panic sets in and Moreau throws everything he has at him. The music swells and ends with a bang.

Karl: Aram Khachaturian - Masquerade Suite

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A bold start. Right from the beginning he exudes arrogance, charisma and danger. He plays nice in front of Miranda with a waltz that picks up in intensity when putting Ethan through his first gauntlet. Then the tone gets deeper and quieter for a moment, as he plots in secret; it’s finally time to set his plan in action. It’s a race to the finish line as Ethan tears through the other lords, unknowingly playing right into Miranda’s plan. Realizing he could be a particularly useful asset/ally, Heisenberg puts him through the second gauntlet. The music is sadistically playful as he tests his will and endurance. Upon failing to recruit Ethan, the music picks up for the third gauntlet and ends with a bang, as Karl dies at the hands of Miranda.

Duke: Georges Bizet - Votre Toast

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A friendly face unfitting in a place such as this. The upbeat and energetic theme sticks out like a sore thumb among the others. Whimsy and grandiosity acts as a brilliant facade for his enigmatic true nature. Though the jolly merchant schtick may be a lie, he always delivers on service.

Miranda: Sergei Prokofiev - Dance of the Knights

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Immediately imposes a sense of authority and dread. The dark theme plays over and over as she performs the same cruel experiments expecting different results, though it only succeeds in remowing her further from humanity. She imagines a world of pure bliss in acquiring her child, which at this point is as illusory as chasing the holy grail since she’s never satisfied. When she hears of Rose she schemes her way into the Winters home, elated to find the perfect vessel after a century of searching. She steals the child away, leaving behind a trail of destruction that finally catches up to her.

#re8 #re8 ethan winters #ethan winters #re8 mia #re8 rose #re8 chris redfield #re8 alcina #lady dimitrescu #re8 donna #re8 moreau #re8 karl heisenberg #re8 heisenberg #re8 duke #re8 mother miranda #classical music

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zarstarss · 1 year

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cute things are so fun to make

#resi #resident evil 8 #re8 chris redfield #(he's telling ethan he’s out of his depth lol)#karl heisenberg #ethan winters #donna beneviento #mia winters #resident evil alcina #re8 lords #re fanart #re biohazard

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meatmutt-nsfw · 2 years

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send that to your girlfriend | chris redfield

definitely don’t do this irl but i’m not your dad so; can be read as any chris, i just rlly like old man redfield <3

pairing(s): sneaky link!re8!chris redfield X bi!reader

warning(s): nsfw, reader has a bit of oral fixation, oral sex (m!receiving) or cockwarming whichever you wanna call it, cheating while texting your pretend girlfriend, slight face fucking, major facial, mentions of taking a picture of you, soft ending?

CHRIS had been to your apartment more over the past two weeks than he’d ever been due to your girlfriend being on vacation with her family. Usually, you two only met when your girlfriend was out with her friends or co-workers on the weekends since you nor he could take off during the weekdays. You hadn’t linked with Chris in a while so you were desperate for his touch once your girlfriend left town.

i miss you so much, the text from your girlfriend read.

You lazily held your phone in your left hand. Your arm was casually tossed over Chris’s lower stomach, extended fully. Your right hand, in contrast, was busy holding the base of Chris’s cock while your mouth sluggishly worked him towards his orgasm. Neither of you were in a rush to get the round over with—hence your slow movements and Chris watching a movie he’d found on TV. It was a Friday night, you both had nowhere to be the next day.

You felt your phone buzz again with the 2-minute reminder notification that you had gotten a text message. You didn’t pause your movements when you saw who had texted you, only taking your hand from Chris’ cock to unlock your phone and text her back.

Chris moved his hand from your ass to your side. “That your little girlfriend?” He asked rhetorically with a tease in his voice. He was the one who told you to lay the way you were so he could see what you were doing on your phone.

i miss you too babe, i can’t wait to see you again next week, you texted back quickly before going back to ignoring your phone. “Mhm,” you answered Chris. You hastily returned your hand to the same spot on his cock, removing your mouth to slap his tip on your tongue.

“Just like that, baby,” he groaned. “Keep working that mouth on my dick.”

You gingerly kissed his tip then took it into your mouth. Lewdly, you sucked it, slobber dripping down your cheek and onto Chris’s happy trail. He let out a satisfied sigh. He loved having you suck his cock, it was an experience like no other.

Chris’s hand massaged your ass cheek while he looked down at your head moving. He swatted it gently and moaned when he felt you deepthroat him. You held your head still for a second before lifting it and sloppily sucking his tip again, your hand working at the base of his dick.

Wet noises filled the room as you received another text from your girlfriend: what’re you up to rn? can you ft?

You continued sucking on Chris’s cock, teasingly slobbering on his tip then backing your head away with a strand of saliva and his pre-cum connecting to your tongue. “Already close, big boy,” you mocked.

Chris smirked and snickered. “Not just yet.” He grabbed you by the hair and fucked the inside of your cheek. Your eyes rolled back, tongue trailing along the underside of his shaft as you locked your jaw open so your teeth wouldn’t graze him.

You gave indistinct moans while Chris bit his lip to stifle his grunts. He pulled your hair, causing you to let out a surprised moan, and kissed you. Your hand jerked him off as your tongues intertwined.

“Mmnm,” you managed. “I love your dick so much.”

Chris chuckled into the kiss. “It loves you too, pretty thing.”

You broke the kiss and removed your hand from his cock completely, your tongue teasing his ballsack. “Fuck,” you heard Chris grunt. You gently sucked on his balls, moving back to sucking his cock.

You bobbed your head at an even pace, the sound of foul slurping making you and Chris both more turned on. You moaned around his dick then pulled off.

helloooo? you left me on read everything okay??, read the first message. The second: you’re probably busy dw about ft

“Fuck’s sake,” you whispered. You hurriedly texted her back about some made up chore you were in the middle of, doing your best to sound genuinely sorry about leaving her on read.

As you sent the message, Chris reached down and locked your phone. “Now, back to me.”

You put your phone down on the sheets, deciding to pay more attention to Chris. The both of you changed positions; you laid between his thighs with your feet in the air, him propping his head up with pillows and spreading his legs wider.

You made eye contact with him as you took hold of his cock at the base and wrapped your lips around the tip. “Mm~” You sucked his tip, taking in the taste of his pre-cum before moving your mouth further down his shaft.

“Fuck, keep looking at me,” Chris encouraged, “that’s so fuckin’ sexy.”

You did as he said, letting his cock rest on your tongue before slapping it against it once again. You broke eye contact when you deepthroated him. His cock twitched in your mouth. You slipped your tongue out of your mouth and teased his base, making him moan.

You bobbed your head, taking in less of his cock each time before letting it fall against his stomach. Pre-cum leaked from his slit onto his skin. Chris watched in silence as you picked his cock back up and pressed kisses to the underside of his shaft. “I don’t like the fact you’re good at this.”

You only smiled in response before flicking your tongue at the base, underside of his tip. You felt his body lock up, his thighs and stomach flexing and his hands flying the the headboard.

“Don’t s-start with that,” he let out a breathy chuckle, “or else I’m gonna be getting payback tonight.”

You were going to shoot back a witty answer but saw your phone light up from the corner of your eye. You still held Chris’s cock as you picked it up, reading your girlfriend’s update on what she was doing before tossing it back down.

“If you pick up that phone again, I’m making you send a picture of you sucking my dick from multiple angles to her,” Chris threatened.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, relax, you big brute.” You kissed the spot you had been licking to tease Chris. “She’s going to dinner anyway.”

With that, you took his cock into your mouth and quickly bobbed your head. You heard Chris groan as you turned your head to the side and pushed his tip into your cheek. You pulled all but the tip from your mouth before deepthroating him, wasting no time to start bobbing your head again.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop, baby.”

You continued your fast paced motions, hearing Chris grow more desperate in his moans. You felt his hand pull you back as he shot his seed all over your face. You held your mouth open with your tongue out as he did, feeling only a bit actually land in your mouth.

You moaned quietly as you swallowed what was on your tongue. You sucked on his tip gently, milking what was left from his cock before pressing a kiss to his tip. Chris panted, smirking when he actually saw your face covered in cum. “How about we send that to your girlfriend,” he chuckled.

You smiled at his teasing and watched his fingers move to your face, sucking on them desperately in order to clean them. He moved his hands to your shoulders, pulling you towards his upper body.

“C’mere,” he whispered. You crawled up his body and received gentle, loving kisses on your spit and cum-covered lips.

You tucked your arms under Chris’s torso in an attempt to hug him. He laughed quietly and put a hand on the back of your head to encourage it to lay on his shoulder. “I should probably text her back,” you said.

“Just say you got wrapped up in whatever you were doing.” Chris stated as he closed his eyes, putting one arm around you and tucking the other under his head. “She’ll understand.”

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ubhudaubabawami · 5 months

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im really idk how to draw crusty dusty old man 💔💔 this is my first try with chris

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leonsbunny · 2 months

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No Alarms And No Surprises ( Please ) ♡

( Re8!retired!Chris Redfield x GN!reader || retiring is harder than he thought ♡ retired!married!au , some angst w/ comfort ofc ♡ mentions of minor injuries/guns but nothing too graphic )

Chris flinched slightly as you dab ointment onto his palms. Instinctively, he puts his thumb in his mouth after you put ointment on it. He spits, gags a bit at the sterile taste of ointment on his thumb. His face sours at the taste. He had no idea why he did that or why he decided grabbing flowers from a nearby bush was a good idea before coming home.

Cute idea, bad execution. At least he tried. It's the thought that counts, right?

You sigh softly, holding the back of his hand in yours as you watch his whole ordeal unfold right in front of you. “My god Chris- be careful next time- don't put your thumb in your mouth-” you cut him off before he tries putting his thumb in his mouth again to sooth the cuts on the pad of his thumb. He freezes in place, stiffening up like a statue in his seat.

“Sorry…” He says in a low voice, apologizing for no reason at all. It wasn't his fault, in your eyes. In his eyes, it was his fault. For making you worry. Worrying for the worrywart didn't suit you. Doesn't suit you, at least in his eyes.

His eyes fall onto the bouquet of flowers on your coffee table, hastily put together with a somewhat rushed muted pink bow tying the whole thing together. He did what he could to make them look pretty. Chris wasn't the best at tying bows. Or putting together bouquets. He wasn't made for this type of life. At least, that's what he thought.

Domestic life didn't suit him, he told himself. He stares down at his hands, all cut up with a somewhat shiny sheen from the ointment you put on them. Cut up from picking flowers, not from fighting. Not from using guns.

“I just thought it'd be nice if I brought home flowers for you - I didn't know they had thorns, okay?” He says, looking over at your worried face. Seeing you looked so concerned for him hurt more than the palms of his hands. Stung more than the feeling of thorns pricking his skin.

“Still.” You get up from the floor, sitting next to him on the couch. His hands rest in yours, his much larger hands face up towards the ceiling. Yours support his, underneath the warmth of his hands was yours. Under his calloused palms were your soft ones.

“You still should be careful.” You look up at him, eyes filled with worry for your husband. “I'd rather you come home empty handed than with cut-up hands and roses for me, Chris.” You glance down at his hands, frowning softly. He didn't like seeing you like this either.

“I'm sorry.” He frowns, repeating his words from earlier in a more soft tone.

Domestic life was scarier to him, scarier than the things he's seen on the field. The warm feeling in his chest scared him, and it felt like something was blooming in his heart the more he looked at you. This feeling of comfort was foreign, a feeling that he didn't think he deserved.

Retiring was scary. He didn't know what to expect now. Everything was calmer. Softer. That scared him.

“You don't have to apologize.” You lean closer to him, lowering your head to look directly at him. The way your eyes softened on him made him feel something he couldn't really put into words. Safe? Loved? You made Chris feel a lot of things.

“I know but-” Chris cuts himself off, thinking it'd be for the best if he just shut himself up. “Flowers or not, I'll still love you.” You lean in for a kiss, softly pressing your lips against his cheek. “You don't need flowers to win me over again and again, you know that? I'll love you no matter what.” your words make him smile to himself, stupidly feeling your kiss linger on his cheek.

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aussiepineapple1st · 10 months

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My Heart

Chreon

Words: 1,297 Contains: Blood, Death, Drawings of both, Whump.

Pulling himself to a kneeling position, Chris looks over to Leon peeling himself off the ground in the near distance, they had just taken out Heisenberg. Thanks to Ethan's help.

Standing to his feet with a slight stumble he walks over to help Ethan to his own. "You did good, Ethan. Now you should get out of here, my squad are currently looking for Miranda." He looks over his shoulder hearing Leon approach. "I suggest you meet up with them in the town's centre. We will meet up with you in a moment." Ethan gives Chris a firm nod as he looks to Leon now taking his place on Chris' right side. "I'll meet you there." Ethan cements, turning to run out of the area to meet with the Hound Wolf Squad.

Leon watches Ethan leave as Chris turns to look at the mess of flesh and metal they had just taken down. He walks over to the flesh head, half melded with gears and what appeared to be a metal sheet. "You turned into one ugly fucker.." He said to himself as he walks around to see the full monstrosity.

Leon was still making sure Ethan was fine until he left his sight. Turning as he speaks. "Do you think he'll be alright getting back? I'm sure there are lots of those Lycan's aro-" Leon was cut off when he turned around to be face to face with a woman, her body clad in black robes. Out of instinct he pulls his gun from it's holster on his right thigh and shoots at her side.

Hearing the shot fired, Chris turns towards Leon seeing as he is thrown backwards. Black ichor rising from the snow and yellow grass covered ground, black trees made of the same ichor rise from the ground. Chris being thrown into the air by one of them as Leon scrambles to his feet. "Freeze!" Leon says aiming his handgun towards her, he sees Chris fall to the ground not able to go help as he turns his attention back onto Miranda. The thing is they have no clue how they can stop her, Leon knew their weapons did nothing to her, but his gun was all he had on him. Miranda continued to walk towards Leon, ignoring his warnings to stop. He shoots two rounds into her chest but she only gives him a smile, Leon stepping backwards into some of the ichor that covered most of the ground. Chris runs up behind Miranda, a knife held in his hand as he stabs down towards her back. She turns around, knocking the knife from his hand a stream of black rope coming out of the ground and wrapping around his neck and wrists. It pulls him to his knees, his palms flat on the ground as he tries his best to pull his neck away. The more he would pull the tighter around his neck it would become. "You are interfering too much with my plans, Redfield. You can't stop me from bringing back my Eva, no matter how many of your men I kill and no matter how many of my achievements you destroy." She looks down at Chris, her nose turned up seeing herself as superior. "Chris! Let go of him!" Leon shouts from behind Miranda, still standing in the ichor she had backed him into. He couldn't move his feet, it had a hold of him as well. There wasn't much they could do against her, the only thing they could do it continue to fill her with bullets which seemed to not do much at all. Miranda turns around to Leon, seeing the worried look in his eyes she turns to look back to Chris in front of her. Chris looks from Leon to the ground, his teeth clenched and eyes squinting. "Oh? I see.." She smiled, reaching down to grab Chris' chin, angling his head to look up at her. "You seem to want to keep me from getting my daughter, how about I make a deal?" She says delicately squatting down in front of Chris.

"You leave me alone to get my daughter back, and I leave something you love alone?"

Chris stays silent, his mouth going to speak, letting out a choked cough first before shaking his head as best he could. "Never.." Miranda just hums and stands up, still looking down at the man on his knees in front of her.

With one slight wave of her hand the ropes around his neck and wrists retract into the ground, only to have one of the trees rise up from the ground right under Chris. It punches into his gut, forcing him into the air once again, landing on his back winding him. Leon instinctively went to run towards him, forgetting his feet had been cemented into the ichor he was in. Miranda had also disappeared. She was just in front of Chris a second ago.

Looking around Leon tries to get his sights on her, seeing Chris rolling to his side and pulling himself up to his hands and knees, his right hand coming up to press against the left side of his stomach. Chris, from his position on the ground, looks up towards Leon just in time to see the ichor moving in front of him. Not knowing Leon couldn't move, Chris shouts to him. "MOVE!"

Just as he shouts a figure bursts from the ichor, the arm punching through Leon's chest. The black drips from the figures face, showing it to be Miranda, a smile on her face as she looks into Leon's wide eyes. "LEON!" Chris let's out a guttural cry as he watches Miranda pull her hand from Leon's chest, in her hand she held his heart.

Leon was standing for hardly 3 seconds before he falls straight on his back, Chris' blood runs cold seeing his husband drop. Miranda looking over to Chris as she tosses Leon's heart over her shoulder. She then turns into crows and flies away, Chris crawling before trying to get to his feet. Running a few steps he then makes it to Leon's side, dropping to his knees once more as the black ichor soaks into the ground under them.

"Leon?" There really was no use in calling his name, the life was gone from his eyes and blood ran from each side of his mouth. It was just habit to ask for Leon to respond.

Trembling hands reach out to Leon's face, tears already falling from Chris' eyes, he knew he was already dead. There was no way he could have stopped this from happening and he hated that, he felt weak and powerless against this enemy. Chris didn't know what to do, a choked sob leaves his chest as he looks over Leon's corpse, the colour very quickly draining from his face in Chris' hands.

"I'm sorry.. I... Don't know how to stop her..." Chris sobbed.

Chris needed to get Leon back, the gravity of the situation hadn't quite hit him yet. "I'll get you back to the others and.." Chris started to scoop Leon up into his arms, Leon's heart on the ground had sent a sharp pain to Chris' gut. Leon's heart.

All the strength had suddenly left Chris' legs and he could only lift Leon's back and legs, Chris' lips quivering as he looked down to Leon's limp body in his arms. It had now become reality in his mind. Leon was gone. His husband was dead in his arms and he was sitting in this plot of land all alone.

Chris could only lean his head back, facing the sky a he lets out a blood curdling scream, filled with many emotions of pain, sorrow, anger and regret.

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