#chrisredfieldxreader

[harpsinfinity]

Faking it

piers nivans, chris redfield & leon Kennedy X afab!fem!reader

→ you're known for faking your orgasms, the guys will change that

“Finally got you, gonna make you come real hard”

Piers groaned, cheeks tinged pink as you squeezed down on his hard cock, rutting into you mercilessly

He’d found out you’d had to fake all of your orgasms with previous partners, partners who were unable to find that sweet spot inside of you. Their fingers unable to deftly swipe and thumb at your clit like piers did

He knew you’d be faking it tonight, but piers had other plans. Plans to get you to come around him so many times and so hard that the only thought filling your mind was him. His name, his touch, his words. His cock

You moaned out, making a sound you never thought could come out of you. The actual pleasure that was buzzing within you was so new. So different. Yes, you’d experienced it before. But not in so long. It’d been so long that you’d forgotten, forgotten what it feels like to be stuffed full with a nice fat cock

You were a blubbering mess as he slammed into your g-spot, gun-calloused fingers tormenting your poor clit. The sound of skin to skin no doubt penetrated the walls. Piers was determined to make his neighbours hate him with now loud he wanted to get you tonight.

“Yeah, cmon, give it to me right now”

his soft lips skimmed your skin, along your shoulder and sticking even softer kisses to your skin as tears brimmed your eyes from how good it felt.

When that coil tightening in your abdomen finally snapped, you practically screamed his name. Body trembling with so much force that piers had to hold you tight.

When you finally came down, he had a shit eating grin on his face

“You want more, sweetheart? Actually, don’t answer that. I know the answer”

A loud moan ripped through you, faking your high as Chris mirrored you. His load fills you up. Faking it wasn’t unusual for you. Though Chris knew your game. And you were certainly underestimating his name

Gripping your hips and pulling you off of him and sinking down the rustled sheets until his breath fanned over your filled, swollen cunt

“Chris..? What are you-”

You yelped as his tongue ran a looooong strip from the bottom to the top of your slit, hands steadying your hips

“I know you didn’t come, honey” he mumbles into your folds, nose nuzzling against the underside of your clit

“ i don’t know what you’re-”

Your cut off with another lick to your twitching hole, hands flailing until they find purchase in the sheets as you sigh in pleasure

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, I'm gonna make you come on my tongue. And you’re gonna take it like the good girl i know you are”

With that, he stuck to his word. Diving into you like he’d been starved of a meal in ages. Tongue-fucking and slurping, his spend only making it more wet and messy as audible sounds met your ears

He’d reduced you to a moaning mess so easily, it was impressive. Too impressive. You practically saw heaven itself when his fingers slipped in and crooked upwards, hitting that spot that made stars shoot around in your vision

It didn’t take long to have your legs shaking and clamping around chris’ head. Drawing out your pleasure with his mouth and fingers even as you came hard

By the end of the night, you were no doubt satisfied beyond words (and limp)

Leon punched his hips up with yours for the umpteenth time as you came around him once more with a trembling keen

He thought you’d spent way too long faking your pleasure, letting your partners take all the fun while you were left sore and disappointed. Tonight, that had definitely changed.

You lost count of how many times you came long ago, simply too weak and too drunk on bliss to do anything than simply lie there and take it

Your world turned upside down, leon being on top of you once more

And you realised, he was still hard

You whined, pushing weakly against his chest

“Lee please ! i can’t come anymore !"

He simply shut you up with a kiss, grinning against your lips as he thrust into your sore pussy. He’d trapped you underneath him, all you could do was take it

“Yes you can, just one more i promise, doll”

pressing a kiss to your temple as he rolled his hips in a motion that had you reeling in pleasure, tilting your head back into the softness of the pillows as he swiftly worked you into yet another high, as intoxicating as it was

Your entire being shook as you squealed from the unfamiliar pressure pressing against your stomach, choking out a sob of leons name as you squirted all over him and coating his cock and pelvis

“See, i knew you could do it”

Commission me

[ficfield]

You’re alive

my first ever fic, I'm new to this, hopefully it's liked.

request - re5 Chris searching for reader who's gone missing, only to find she's been brainwashed by Wesker and has to try n get her back with Sheva

(basically she replaces brainwashed Jill valentine)

Chris Redfield believed he had lost the only person to have ever mattered to him, nothing could prepare him for this moment, the agony of seeing you like this. 

Tricell’s underground facility was eerily quiet, the air thick with humidity and the scent of chemicals. He and Sheva had fought through waves of Majini to get there, following every lead, every shred of hope. And now, standing in the dull glow of this run-down abandoned facility, Chris faced the nightmare standing in front of him.

You were alive.

But you weren’t you.

Clad in a sleek, black combat suit, your posture was rigid, controlled, your golden eyes devoid of the woman he once knew, it was the same look Wesker had. The same look that told him you weren’t in control anymore.

Chris’s hands clenched into fists at his sides “Y/N………it’s me, Chris”

You tilted your head, studying him like he was a stranger. He couldn’t tell if he imagined it but he swears there was a flicker of something in your eyes.

He took a cautious step forward, hope clawing at his chest. “you’re still in there, I know you are.”

Sheva shifted beside him, gun raised. “Chris… I don’t think she-“

A blur of movement.

Before Chris could react, you lunged, your speed unnatural, enhanced. Your fist connected with his gut, knocking the wind out of him. He barely had time to recover before you swept his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground.

Chris coughed, scrambled to his feet. “Damn it, Y/N, STOP!”

But you didn’t

You were on him again, striking with precision and strength that wasn’t yours. Weskers influence was all over you, controlling your every move.

Sheva fired a warning shot into the floor. “stand down”

You didn’t even flinch.

Chris caught your wrist mid strike, holding on tight. “I’m not fighting you”

Your expression flickered, just for a moment. A hesitation. A crack in the control.

Chris’s grip tightened. “This isn’t you. Wesker did this to you, you’re stronger than this!”

For a brief second, your golden eyes dimmed.

Chris saw a flicker of recognition, the struggle in your expression. His heart pounded. “That’s it, fight it!, I know you can hear me”.

But then, the device on your chest glowed a luminous red, the device that had you under control. 

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the room. 

Chris’s stomach dropped as Wesker stepped into view, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. “How touching” he mused. “But I’m afraid you underestimate my influence.”

Chris barely had time to react before your body tensed, your breath hitching as a sharp pain tore through you. Your fingers trembled in his grasp, and then-

The golden glow in your eyes returned, stronger than before.

Chris’s heart clenched.

“No-“

You wrenched yourself free, stepping back beside Wesker like his loyal servant. This time when you looked at Chris there was no hesitation. No recognition. 

Only obedience.

Wesker smirked, placing a hand on your shoulder like you were his prized creation. “let’s see if you’re still so sentimental when she’s the one trying to kill you, Chris.”

Chris gritted his teeth, his grip tightening around his weapon.

He wasn’t giving up on you.

No matter what it took.

part two?

[noobiestnoober]

Confessions, Crunches and Completely Unexpected Crushes (Chris X Reader)

What happens when your gym trainer finds your private journal—and your not-so-subtle thirst entries about him?

You’re new in town, awkward with weights, and totally smitten with the too-hot-to-be-real Chris Redfield. He’s professional, disciplined, and built like a Greek statue sculpted from pure intimidation. But when he stumbles across your diary and reads about “moaning during form correction” and “biceps as a spiritual awakening,” your sessions go from mildly flirty to a slow-burn firestorm of tension, blushing glances, and “accidental” touches.

He’s faced monsters, bioterrorism, and global crises. But now? He’s up against his toughest mission yet—resisting a woman who thinks he's the main course and the protein shake.

You’re new in town and finally work up the courage to sign up for the gym everyone raves about—the one with the state-of-the-art equipment, intense classes, and a gruff, no-nonsense trainer named Chris Redfield. He’s all business: serious, structured, and somehow still patient with you, even when you can’t tell a kettlebell from a dumbbell. Over the next few weeks, you start growing more confident—and more hopelessly flustered. Especially when he flashes that rare, crooked smile that makes your knees buckle.

One afternoon, Chris stumbles across a small leather-bound notebook you accidentally left in the locker room. Planning to return it, he flips it open to confirm it’s yours—only to discover it’s your journal. Inside are hilarious, heartfelt entries about your gym misadventures, awkward encounters, and, much to his surprise, your very detailed thoughts on just how attractive you find your trainer.

He tells himself to stop reading. He knows it’s an invasion of privacy. But then he sees the line:

"Pretty sure I accidentally moaned when he corrected my form. Please bury me in the squat rack."

From that moment, your workouts feel...different. Chris becomes quieter, more intense. His eyes linger a little longer; his hands pause just a moment more when adjusting your form. There’s heat under the surface. One day, after you drop your water bottle for the third time and stammer something about replacing all your fingers with thumbs, he corners you by the dumbbell rack and murmurs:

“Tell me, exactly how hot do you think I am?”

Cue the slow burn: lingering touches, flustered stares, tension so thick you could bench press it. Accidental run-ins outside the gym that feel suspiciously like fate. He helps you re-rack weights while trying not to look too amused. You swear you’re fine—until he brushes his hand over your back during a stretch and your soul momentarily leaves your body.

And Chris? He may be a battle-hardened soldier who’s faced down zombies, bioweapons, and the literal apocalypse—but nothing, not even his most dangerous missions with S.T.A.R.S. or the BSAA, prepared him for the challenge of falling for a woman who describes his arms as a “spiritual awakening.” And honestly? He’s absolutely here for it.

[harpsinfinity]

Sir kink with Chris?🫶🏻

You got it silly

All nsfw !!!

"mngh- please, sir, faster !"

Chris slowed his movements before stopping at a halt completely.

Sir.

That definitely awoke something in him, his cock twitching as he replayed your voice in his head over and over, that sweet, needy tone that got him going.

Like instinct, his thrusts picked up again, starting to pound into your swollen pussy with sweet abandon, listening to your pleasured cries and pleas.

His massive arms caged you in, tits pushed up against his bulky chest as his breath hit the shell of your ear

"sir, huh? Fuckin' sir? Damn.."

His groaned as your walls fluttered around him, desperate to keep him inside and milk him for all his worth.

A squeal tore from your throat when a rough thumb comes to circle at your poor, twitching clit.

With hands clawing at his biceps you moan,

"p-please captain, harder !"

A deep, throaty moan poured from his lips as he automatically begins to pound into your poor, overstimulated core. Meanly hitting your sweet spot over, and over, and over until a creamy ring of arousal coated the base of his thick, hard cock.

"yeah? You like being fucked like this, by your captain? Fuckin' dirty girl"

That night he realise how much he liked being called "sir" or "captain" . At work, it was just his title. In bed, it was meaning of his authority over you, his dominance. It made everything just ten times better

(he fucked you till the sun came up)

[harpsinfinity]

POOOOKIE

DROP PART 2

AND MY LIFE

IS YOURS

You’re alive

my first ever fic, I'm new to this, hopefully it's liked.

request - re5 Chris searching for reader who's gone missing, only to find she's been brainwashed by Wesker and has to try n get her back with Sheva

(basically she replaces brainwashed Jill valentine)

Chris Redfield had been through hell, believing he had lost the only person to have ever mattered to him,But nothing compared to the agony of seeing you like this. 

Tricell’s underground facility was eerily quiet, the air thick with humidity and the scent of chemicals. He and Sheva had fought through waves of Majini to get there, following every lead, every shred of hope. And now, standing in the dull glow of this run-down abandoned facility, Chris faced the nightmare standing in front of him.

You were alive.

But you weren’t you.

Clad in a sleek, black combat suit, your posture was rigid, controlled, your golden eyes devoid of the woman he once knew, it was the same look Wesker had. The same look that told him you weren’t in control anymore.

Chris’s hands clenched into fists at his sides “Y/N………it’s me, Chris”

You tilted your head, studying him like he was a stranger. He couldn’t tell if he imaged it but he swears there was a flicker of something in your eyes.

He took a cautious step forward, hope clawing at his chest. “you’re still in there, I know you are.”

Sheva shifted beside him, gun raised. “Chris… I don’t think she-“

A blur of movement.

Before Chris could react, you lunged, your speed unnatural, enhanced. Your fist connected with his gut, knocking the wind out of him. He barely had time to recover before you swept his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground.

Chris coughed, scrambled to his feet. “Damn it, Y/N, STOP!”

But you didn’t

You were on him again, striking with precision and strength that wasn’t yours. Weskers influence was all over you, controlling your every move.

Sheva fired a warning shot into the floor. “stand down”

You didn’t even flinch.

Chris caught your wrist mid strike, holding on tight. “I’m not fighting you”

Your expression flickered, just for a moment. A hesitation. A crack in the control.

Chris’s grip tightened. “This isn’t you. Wesker did this to you, you’re stronger than this!”

For a brief second, your golden eyes dimmed.

Chris saw a flicker of recognition, the struggle in your expression. His heart pounded. “That’s it, fight it!, I know you can hear me”.

But then, the device on your chest glowed a luminous red, the device that had you under control. 

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the room. 

Chris’s stomach dropped as Wesker stepped into view, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. “How touching” he mused. “But I’m afraid you underestimate my influence.”

Chris barely had time to react before your body tensed, your breath hitching as a sharp pain tore through you. Your fingers trembled in his grasp, and then-

The golden glow in your eyes returned, stronger than before.

Chris’s heart clenched.

“No-“

You wrenched yourself free, stepping back beside Wesker like his loyal servant. This time when you looked at Chris there was no hesitation. No recognition. 

Only obedience.

Wesker smirked, placing a hand on your shoulder like you were his prized creation. “let’s see if you’re still so sentimental when she’s the one trying to kill you, Chris.”

Chris gritted his teeth, his grip tightening around his weapon.

He wasn’t giving up on you.

No matter what it took.

part two?