Welcome to my masterlist, all my work will be here.
This is an 18+ Blog!, minors DNI
Requests: OPEN
Who I write for: Chris Redfield only at the moment, there's already so much Leon stuff, my baby boy Redfield needs love too.
what I won't write: non-con/dub-con, adult & minor pairing, incest, or anything that's a bit messed up.
hope you enjoy the content, feel free to follow for frequent updates
❤️ - Fluff
❤️🔥 - Smut 💜 - Soft smut (suggestive)
❤️🩹 - Angst
Chris Redfield:
Requests:
You're alive: Pt1, Pt2 ❤️🩹
More than enough ❤️❤️🔥
Every scar tells a story ❤️💜
Sweet like sugar ❤️
Break me in ❤️🔥
Chris Redfield’s Mission briefing & Distraction 💜 Part2 ❤️🔥
Unexpected extraction
Goodbye, for now ❤️🩹
Counter confessions ❤️
Late-Night shark talks ❤️
The pollen’s embrace ❤️🔥
Against protocol: First contact
Against protocol: The interrogation
Unforgotten ❤️
A new kind of battle ❤️
Double trouble ❤️
Chris Redfield: Dad chronicles – Chaos, Crayons and a Cat named rocket. ❤️
Safe in his arms ❤️🔥
"Retail Recon" ❤️
A Rare Quiet ❤️
Echoes of Courage ❤️
Soft Spots and Stray Hearts ❤️
Snowblind ❤️🔥
No Backup Required ❤️
Clean Slate ❤️🔥
Snowed in with You ❤️
Family Beach Day with Chris ❤️
Operational Control 💜
It's Just Allergies, I Swear ❤️
Safe Haven ❤️
Island Time ❤️
First Time Together ❤️❤️🔥
Jealousy on the Rocks ❤️
Unveiling Desire ❤️🔥
Tension and Passion ❤️🔥
Collateral Damage 💔
3:07 A.M ❤️
Operation: Grocery Run ❤️
Not that Bad ❤️
A Choice Made ❤️🔥
The Storm of Passion ❤️🔥
Sweet as Pie ❤️
One Hell of a Babymoon ❤️
For Every Tomorrow ❤️💔
Bedtime Zoomies ❤️
Operation Birthday BBQ ❤️
Blush and Battle Scars ❤️
A Soldiers Return ❤️🔥
How Chris Would React to You Cutting/Dying Your Hair ❤️
Chalk Lines and Coffee Stains ❤️
Don't Let Go ❤️
The Great Dad Bake-Off❤️
Operation: Splash Zone❤️
Home Safe ❤️🔥
Jealous Chris: Part 1💜, Part 2 💜, Part 3❤️🔥
Headcanons:
Chris Redfield: The reluctant cat dad ❤️
Chris Redfield Being Absolute Rubbish in Bed (At First) 💜
Chris Redfield’s “Redemption Arc” (aka He’s on a Mission Now) 💜
Chris Redfield’s “Overcompensation Arc” (aka He Takes It Way Too Far) 💜
Chris Redfield: General Headcanon ❤️
Chris Redfield & his newborn son headcanon (vendetta era) ❤️
Chris Redfield Wedding proposal ❤️
Chris Redfield finding out you're pregnant ❤️
Chris Redfield: Sir kink 💜
Chris Redfield: Reacting to his wife/girlfriend breastfeeding in public
Valentine’s Day With Chris Redfield❤️💜
Chris Redfield Buying Pads & Tampons for His S/O and The Tampon Mission ❤️
Spouse Passing Away 💔
Series:
Memories ❤️🩹❤️:
Chapter 1: Ghosts of the Past
Chapter 2: Ghosts of the Past ii
Chapter 3: Fractures
Chapter 4: Reckoning
Chapter 5: Crossfire
Chapter 6: Collisions
Chapter 7: Blind Pursuit
Chapter 8: Memory Fractures
Chapter 9: Ship Showdown
Chapter 10: Diversion
Chapter 11: Memory Drift
Aftermath ❤️:
Chapter 1: Aftermath,
Chapter 2: Unspoken Words,
Chapter 3: Fractured Edges,
Chapter 4: Table for Four,
Chapter 5: Quiet Spaces,
Chapter 6: Smoke and Silence
Chapter 7: Proximity
Chapter 8: Familiar Eyes
Chapter 9: Cracks in the Armour
Bloodlines (Resident Evil x Twilight Crossover. Jacob Black Romance)❤️:
Heyyyyy!! hope all is well ❤️
can I make a request for my beloved Chris Redfield, can I get age gap with a chunky lady?, when I say age gap I'm talking rest village Chris, he's just so damn FINE gurrrl, like a 20 year gap between him and reader?
much love my child ❤️
This took so much longer than I wanted it too but I hope you enjoy <3
My Command
Chris Redfield x Reader
- Where he's too old for you, or so he thinks.
You're nothing if not determined. Which is good because Chris Redfield is determined to break you, not in a dirty way...yet.
He's been avoiding you like the plague, since you got back from your latest mission. It's unfortunate honestly, how bad he is at hiding from you.
"Hey Captain! Where are you heading?" You jump into step in time with him. It's a little difficult to keep up his pace since he's so much bigger than you. (thats what she said)
"Away from you." You gasp theatrically.
"Away from me? But why?"
"You're annoying."
"Wow. And here I thought we were friends."
"We all know you wanna be more than friends." He says as if he doesn't feel the same way. Too bad he's got that damn superiority complex. He's really no fun.
"I have no reason to hide what I want." You shrug even though he's making a point to look forward and not anywhere in your direction. "Unlike a certain grumpy, senior citizen."
That gets you a look.
"I'm not a senior citizen."
"I don't know you're getting there." You tsk at him.
"All the more reason you should leave me alone." You follow him into his office, which acts as his bedroom half the time. He makes a point that no one in his squad is allowed in there.
You doubt he'll try to stop you.
"Oh sir, that's just wishful thinking. I'll never give up." He rolls his eyes at both your words and determined tone. "You might as well give in now."
"I am your captain."
You chuckle, cheekily. "Oh I know." You smile widely as you say it and throw in a little eyebrow raise to bring it home.
"That's supposed to deter you." He sits down in the chair behind his desk, his eyes watching intently as you sit across from him.
"But it makes it so much better."
"You have issues. Deep seated issues." He pulls out a stack of papers that looks mind numbingly boring, he makes no move of having you leave.
"I take great offense to that."
"Exactly."
"Insult me all you want, Captain, it doesn't stop anything." He tilts his head at you and how you're smiling at him. Like he's still trying to determine your intentions.
He takes a deep breath and turns to his papers.
"I'm sorry, are you ignoring me?"
He pays you no mind.
"Do not ignore me!" Dramatically, you let out a gasp. As if he's offended you to the bottom of your soul.
"If you think I'm gonna shut up just because you're not responding, you are dead wrong. I can have a conversation with myself all day long if need be."
You pause to see if he'll give you any reaction.
"Fine. You wanna play it that way? Guess I'll just have to speak whatever comes to mind. Let's see... What am I thinking about? The same thing I am always at this point. Let's talk about what I'm gonna do the moment you finally give in and stop playing this damn 'I'm too old for you' and 'I'm your captain' card."
His jaw tenses at that. Subtly but just enough for you to notice.
"I agree that's a great topic for this discussion! Well I haven't seen you shirtless which I'm pretty sure you've done on purpose, but uh, I mean it's not hard to imagine. Believe me."
He's no longer writing anything done on his many, many papers. Just holding the pen loosely in the air.
"Although, you seem like a guy that would stay mostly dressed during sex. Either way is fine by me."
You'd wink at him if he'd look at you.
"And for future reference, during sex, I personally like-"
"That's enough." He puts his pen down on the desk like it's burned his hand.
"But I was just getting to the good part."
"I don't need you to tell me what you like during sex."
"I don't know, I feel like it's relevant to this conversation."
You watch him slowly stand up from his chair. Towering over you now.
"We shouldn't be having this conversation."
"I warned you not to ignore me."
"I figured it would make you go away."
"Again I say, wishful thinking."
You take his pause as an opportunity to stand from your own chair.
"This is very inappropriate behavior towards your superior."
"Behavior you're not stopping. Last I checked, no one else is allowed in your office."
You would look around but there's not much to look at. He hasn't decorated at all.
"Admit it," you continue, "You wanna give in. But you feel wrong for it."
"You're over twenty years younger than me, you're here for me to mentor, protect." His voice is quiet, strained like he's forcing it out.
"That's true, but I'm a grown adult. I am more than capable of making my own decisions."
He takes a moment to look you up and down. Admiring.
"You're under my command."
"You keep saying things that aren't helping your case."
You take a couple steps to the side, until you're almost behind his desk.
"I'm surprised, honestly. You don't seem like the type of guy to hold back."
He lets out another deep breath. He's visibly tense.
"Do you know how difficult it is to complete a mission like we just did, when you're next to me the whole time?"
"I'd hope as hard as it is having you next to me. If only there were a way to make it easier. Y'know ease some of those thoughts."
You take one more step closer.
"Yeah if only. Unfortunately, I don't think that'll be enough to stop thinking about you."
Your face drops as you think about what he means by that.
"What?"
This time he's the one moving closer, until he's standing just a couple inches away. He's close enough to put his hands on either side of your waist.
Your heart begins to beat so fast it feels almost painful. You make so many jokes about it but you honestly never believed he would take you up on it.
You didn't really think you were his type. He's so fit and you're...well you're fit that's not a question, but you got more fat on you than most everyone else you work with. One look and most people would assume you haven't worked out a day in your life.
"You really wanna know why I've never given in to any of these jokes of yours."
"Why?" You swallow hard, trying to keep your thoughts in order.
"Because one time isn't enough. If it was, this would've happened a long time ago. But you, you..you've been the biggest thing on my mind since I've met you. It's not right to date someone under my command."
"Who said anything about dating?" Your words come out in a whisper, it wouldn't be audible if he weren't standing so close to you.
His grip on your waist gets firmer as he pulls you into him, so your chest is against his.
"Me. You are not something I would let go once I've got. This is more than about sex. This is about you, being...perfect."
"Perfect?" You try to look down but his hand comes up to your chin, guiding you back to look at him.
"Yes. You are a great soldier, a great person, you care so much about everything, and you'll do anything to keep your people safe."
He doesn't give you any room to argue, even if you wanted to.
"So let me get this straight," you continue whispering, "You have shot me down every time because you think I just want sex, and you want more than just sex? But you don't think it's okay to date me because I'm younger than you and work for you? But it's okay to sleep with me once despite that?"
"Yeah that's it."
You start laughing at him and his completely serious face.
"Sorry I don't mean to laugh, it's just that logic seems very skewed."
"Well excuse me for not thinking straight with you always around."
"Oh funny aren't ya?" You go back to smiling at him. "Does this mean you'll take me out for dinner?"
"Later. There's something else we gotta do first."
Before you can even blink he's pulling you into a kiss, like he's been waiting for it forever.
Request: I always imagine that Chris eats like a bear lol so I was thinking: Maybe we have reader cooking Chris a large meal, having observed how much he eats and therefore knowing the perfect amount to cook for the two of them, for dinner. However, Chris is surprised and touched by this because they’ve only been going out a short while.
RE8 era
The first time you saw Chris eat, you’d genuinely feared for the structural integrity of the fork in his hand.
Not because he was aggressive, not at all, but because the man ate like a starving freight train. Controlled, deliberate, but fast. Focused. Like he was fuelling up for a new war, not having a dinner at your local diner after a late shift. You’d blinked, and the steak had disappeared. Two sides, gone. Breadbasket? obliterated. Pie? You hadn’t even realised he’d ordered dessert, and yet it was already reduced to crumbs on the plate.
You’d laughed back then, softly, under your breath, and he’d caught you. Given you that amused, heavy lidded look of his, chin tilted slightly as if to say “what?”
“I just think it’s cute,” you’d told him.
Chris had raised a brow. “That I eat like a bear?”
“Well, a disciplined bear.”
His laugh, rough and low, had made your stomach flip, even though you’d barely touched your food. And that had been only the second time you’d gone out together.
Now? Tonight?
Tonight was your fifth “non-date” that definitely counted as a date, and this time, you’d invited him over for dinner. Real dinner. At your place. No fancy clothes, no takeout. No BS. Just food. Homemade, hearty, and a lot of it.
Because one thing had become crystal clear in the short time you’d known him. Chris Redfield needed to eat for three. And for some reason, the thought of feeding him, properly, intentionally, had filled you with an odd sense of satisfaction. Something intimate. Something grounding.
You weren’t trying to impress him.
You just wanted him to sit down, relax, and for once, maybe, feel looked after.
Your small kitchen smelled divine by the time he arrived.
Garlic, rosemary, slow-cooked meat, caramelised onions, the kind of scent that hugged the air and clung to your clothes. Youd made herb-roasted chicken thighs, golden and crispy. Honeyed carrots. Creamy mash. Thick gravy from the pan drippings. Homemade sourdough rolls warming in the oven. And a buttery apple crumble sitting on the windowsill like something out of a fairy tale.
You weren’t nervous. But you were aware, of the effort, the timing, the little voice in your head hoping it wasn’t too much.
He knocked on your door right on time, of course.
You opened it, apron still tied, hair a bit mussed from the kitchen heat.
And there he stood. Chris Redfield. Six feet of bulk, beard, and probably five concealed weapons, wearing a soft black t-shirt and jeans that looked like sin on his thighs. His expression warmed the second he saw you.
“Hey,” he said, low and gruff as ever.
“Hi,” you smiled. “Come in. dinner’s just about ready.”
He stepped inside, taking in the smell with a slow inhale.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “you didn’t have to-“
“I wanted to,” you cut in, flicking off the oven and tossing the apron onto a hook. “And you’re going to sit your tactical ass down and let me feed you, understood?”
Chris blinked, then huffed a quiet laugh through his nose. “Understood.”
You served him a plate that could’ve fed a small army. Chicken thighs piled high, potatoes like clouds, vegetables so soft they practically melted, and gravy ladled over everything.
You own plate was about half the size, because you knew his appetite, had watched it, noted the rhythm of it. Noticed how he always finished everything without complaint, and yet sometimes still looked…… unsatisfied. Like he could’ve eaten more if it wasn’t rude.
So this time, you gave him permission. Quietly. Thoughtfully. With a plate full of love.
He didn’t speak for a while, just ate, slowly at first, like he didn’t want to seem rude, then with increasing comfort. He made a soft, surprised noise after. The first bite of chicken.
“This is….. damn,” he said, mouth half-full. “You really cooked.”
You shrugged. “I had a hunch you eat like a bear after hibernation.”
He paused, eyes flicking to yours.
“I mean that with love.”
His lips twitched, chewing thoughtfully. “It’s accurate.”
You grinned, cutting into your carrots. “I figured. So I made enough for you to have seconds. Or thirds. Maybe fourths.”
Chris gave a soft exhale. It might’ve been a laugh. It might’ve been something else.
For a man who spent most of his time commanding rooms and barking orders, it was the quiet moments that fascinated you, the way his eyes softened, how his shoulders slowly dropped. Like armour being set aside.
He finished his plate clean, then hesitated.
You stood and wordlessly brought him seconds.
He looked up at you as you set the plate down, something unreadable in his gaze.
“Thank you,” he said, and his voice was different now. Quieter. Almost hoarse.
You blinked, taken slightly aback by the way he looked at you, like you’d just done something far more intimate than roast chicken. Like you’d handed him something fragile. Or important.
“It’s just dinner,” you said, smiling gently.
Chris tilts his head. “No. its not.”
You didn’t speak for a moment, letting the silence stretch. Letting him feel it. Letting yourself feel it too.
“I noticed how much you eat,” you said finally. “That’s all.”
“No one’s ever noticed before,” he murmured. “Or…. They did, but never like this.”
You watched him take another bite, slower now. As if savouring not just the food, but the moment. The meaning behind it.
After dinner, you both sat on the sofa, nursing warm mugs of tea while the apple crumble cooked. Chris looked full. Satisfied. Sleepy, even.
You watched him lean back, one hand resting on his stomach, eyes half-lidded.
“Alright, bear?” you teased.”
“Could hibernated right here.”
“On my sofa?”
He cracked an eye open, “Your lap’s softer.”
Your heart stuttered.
“Cheeky.”
Chris smiled, a real one this time. Lopsided. Private. Like you were the only one allowed to see it.
A long pause stretched between you. The air warm. The soft sound of the city beyond you window.
Then: “can I ask you something?”
You looked at him. “Anything.”
Chris sat forward slightly, mug in both hands. “Why’d you do all this? I mean, its only been a few weeks, you didn’t have to…”
You smiled softly. “Because I like you. And I wanted you to feel…. I don’t know. cared for. Nourished. Like you could stop running for a bit.”
Chris didn’t answer straight away. He just stared at you, eyes dark and steady, something unspoken blooming behind them.
The he set his mug down, leaned in, and kissed you, slow and warm, like molasses. Like gratitude and yearning and something dangerous growing deeper by the second.
And when he pulled back, forehead resting against yours, he whispered:
“You’re dangerous, you know that?”
You laughed, breathlessly. “Me?”
“Yeah,” he murmured. “You’re gonna ruin me with this.”
def agree with your Chris cooking thoughts, i imagine he had to learn a lot of things to take care of Claire and that was one of them
Yeah! I really wish we could have more backstory on them and their parents, we don't even know how old Chris was when he and Claire lost their parents B/
I had an idea/au that their paretns actually worked for Umbrella and Chris was already mostly looking after Claire, when the parents wanted out because of how dangerous working for the company was, they were found out and killed/assassinated (made to look like a road accident) to prevent them from making anything public.
Another idea was that Chris's dad was in the air force/military/rescue service and that's why Chris decided to join later on, and his dad taught him mechanics which is one reason why Chris has such good knowledge of vehicles, who then passed some of that knowledge onto Claire (because according to the mobile game or some other RE media Chris taught Claire how to ride a motorcycle, and apparently owned two?).
It's canon that he taught her survival skills so I think when their parents died he grew fearful and paranoid of losing Claire as well, or if something happened to him Claire would know how to take care of herself. It's also canon that he can be a tough/strict tutor (with Claire and Rosemary) which is a little surprising imo but I suppose his trauma might have had something to do with it.
As for his cooking, he would have had to learn for Claire's sake. He hated cooking at first but he grew to enjoy it and making stuff for Claire and the STARS team, including Wesker but he was hesitant to for a while because of how intimidating and elusive he was with things he likes. But Wesker would consider it as a good skill to have, even accepting lunches Chris made for him since Wesker doesn't really have the time or energy to make his own and the RPD food isn't much to his liking and standards.
Then July 1998 happened and Chris lost the time, energy and interest in cooking. But around the time Vendetta happens he gets into it again for a short time as he was doing better emotionally and mentally, but it didn't last. Around the events of RE8 he slowly picked it up again, later on when Rosemary became his responsibility he started cooking for her occasionally when she had grown up some and continued doing so into her teens. The nostalgia of cooking for Claire brought his motivation back.
Leon intended to take his time with you, since he didn't have the endless abundance of stamina compared to his younger self; he wanted to draw out the pleasure until the main event.
He was sweet with you, kisses gentle yet heated enough to have your panties sticking to you with slick; rough fingertips traced down your spine, up along your sides before sliding southwards towards the waistband of your pants.
Leon continued to stick his kisses to your skin— trailing his lips along your jawline, down your neck and to your collarbone. Just enough to get those content, little pleasured sighs to release from your lips.
Only when you began to squirm and beg for something, anything, did he then grant you the mercy of his digits slipping inside your panties; using the right amount of pressure against your clit that was surely tenting against the soft material of your panties.
Those content sighs soon turned into needy moans at his ministrations, coming oh so close to your slick-producing hole and circling it just so he could see the knit of your brows and your teeth worry your bottom lip.
Then he had the excuse to gently tug your lip free with his thumb and kiss you, this time deeper than the last; with this distraction he finally sunk his thick digits into your wanton heat. The moan you release against his lips caused his cock to throb against the confines of his boxers — with his age, it amazed him how hard he got from just listening to you alone.
Your cries became more as Leon's fingertips grazed your g-spot, the noise almost outright stopping him so he could unzip his pants and just stuff you full of him. But no, not tonight — he didn't want to end this so quickly.
And when he finally got to bury himself to the hilt inside of you? God, was he in heaven.
Your thighs bracketed his hips, hands clutching the sheets below as every sound split free like a damn being opened. His cock felt so good inside you, infact, it felt better than good. You almost had no words available to describe the feeling of this greying man on top of you.
Leon's hands seemed to be all over you, like he couldn't get enough. From gripping your hips, to taking a handful of your breast and brushing his calloused thumb against your nipple hard enough just to get a choked gasp from you.
Everytime he hit that mind-melting spot you clamped around him tight, tight enough to enjoy a groan from him; his own face was contorted with pleasure. Not just from his, but your own. Seeing you get off because of him just send something straight to his core.
Each slam of his hips, every swipe to your clit pushed you closer and closer to the edge until—
"Oh! Oh God, I'm coming!"
That was enough to cause Leon to finally fill you up with his come, painting your waiting walls.
Request: requests you say? what about spending a day cuddling with Chris?
🌞 Morning Cuddles (SFW)
Chris is always up before you, early riser, military habits die hard. But on his rare days off? He stays in bed. For you.
You wake up to a furnace of muscle behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, nose buried in your hair.
He lives for spooning you. Big spoon, always. His arm under your neck is completely numb, but he refuses to move it because “You looked too peaceful.”
Morning voice? Deep, raspy, still half asleep. He mutters things like:
- “Mmmmm…. Stay. Just five more minutes.”
- “You’re warm. You smell good.”
- “Mine.” (with a possessive little squeeze)
If you roll over to face him, he gives the softest smile. That rare, gentle one. Big hand comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear.
You end up lying on top of him like a weighted blanket. He loves when you’re sprawled across his chest, hand tucked under your chin.
He rubs circles into your back. Kisses your forehead. Calls you “baby” in that gravelly tone that makes your heart melt and your thighs clench.
🛋️ Lazy Afternoon (SFW to soft NSFW)
You both move to the couch eventually. Snack, warm drinks, movie playing in the background.
You sit between his legs, back against his chest. He nuzzles into your neck. Presses lazy kisses there, doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.
Chris is touchy when he’s relaxed, big hands never still, always resting on your thigh, stroking your arm, playing with your fingers.
His hoodie? Yours now. You practically drowning in it. He pretends to complain but secretly loves seeing you in his clothes.
You feel him start to shift behind you, hard length pressing against your lower back.
-“Can’t help it,” he grumbles. “You’re wriggling too much.”
One of his hands trails under the hoodie. Finds bare skin. He hums low in his throat when he feels how warm and soft you are underneath.
It’s slow. Its lazy. No rush. His hand cups your breast, just holding it. Thumb brushing lightly. He murmurs,
- “Still wanna watch the movie….?”
- you know damn well you’re not finishing it.
🛏️ Evening/Nighttime Cuddles (NSFW)
He carries you to bed. Literally picks you up bridal-style because you whined about being “too sleepy.”
The cuddles turn heated. He settles you on the bed, climbs in behind you, pulling you flush against his front.
Lazy grinding. Still mostly clothed, just desperate for friction, his breath is hot against your neck, voice low and sinful:
- “Feel what you do to me, sweetheart?”
- “Been hard for you all day.”
His hand dips between your legs under the covers. Two thick fingers, slow circles, lazy pace.
- “Wanna make you feel good,” he murmurs. “That okay, baby?”
You nod, and he praises you in that deep, husky tone that goes straight to your soul:
- “Good girl, just relax, I’ve got you.”
He doesn’t let go after. Holds you tight while you catch your breath. Presses kisses to your shoulder. Fingers still tangled with yours.
And even when you’re both spent, exhausted, breathless, he whispers,
- “best part of my day…….. was just holding you.”
Love all your work!! Seriously, I think I’ve read some of them like ten times lol. If you haven’t gotten a request for it, but I’d love to see something about Chris at Christmas. With his family and his friends, and of course a spouse lol. Thank you for sharing your creativity with us!
I’ll add it to my list, I’m extremely slow these days due to ongoing health issues and being a mother lol x
