hello Slade fans I am a secret Slade fan and I am breaking my silence. I can no longer hide in the shadows. So anyways nobody gaf but hereâs a zodiac analysis on him. We donât have a canon birthday so this is me being delusional. I study astrology on the side and couldnât resist. This man is so awful I canât look away.
enjoy and take this with a grain of salt. I would love to hear your thoughts or personal hc. ;D
Slade Wilson Birthday + Zodiac Analysis
I have seen in my years of circling this site + reddit that people see him as a Scorpio. While I do think this fits, I also think thatâs wrongâŚ
Slade, to me, gives off unhealed Virgo Sun. Not the sweet and friendly type - the perfectionist type. He comes across as a ruthless perfectionist rather than anything soft or nervous. This is someone who is hyper-disciplined, methodical, and obsessed with efficiency. He doesnât just plan; he optimizes. People arenât people to him at first glance; theyâre variables, pieces on a board to be arranged. Emotions exist, but theyâre compartmentalized and often ignored in favor of results. Heâs quietly critical, constantly analyzing, and almost always several steps ahead of everyone else in the room. That precision is what makes him dangerous.
Now hereâs where I put Scorpio on the board. Slade is DEFINITELY (trust me bro) a Scorpio Moon. All the emotional intensity is very much there, itâs just hidden. This is where his control issues, trust issues, and emotional depth live. He feels things deeply, but instead of expressing them openly, he internalizes them and transforms them into power or control. Slade is the type to form strong attachments but never admit how much they matter. Thereâs a possessive edge to him here, along with a tendency to hold grudges indefinitely. Nothing is ever really let go of â itâs just buried and weaponized later.
The rising sign of a person/character is the face they show to the world. The âmaskâ if you will. Your sun and rising could be complete opposites and it wouldnât matter. What people see is the rising. A Capricorn Rising fits the way he presents himself to the world. This is the mask: composed, authoritative, and completely unshakable. He gives off an immediate sense of control and dominance,,, like someone who expects to be respected without having to ask for it. Thereâs a long-game mentality here. everything he does feels intentional and calculated. People donât see whatâs underneath; they see structure, discipline, and someone who always seems in control of the situation.
For a fake birthday that aligns with all of this, something in the range of September 10th to 15th (9/11) works really well in my opinion. It keeps him firmly in Virgo territory, but in that sharper, more severe part of the sign that leans into discipline and control rather than softness.
for some added fun, there are different planets in our charts that rule certain areas. Mars, for example, is the planet that rules rage, anger, and lust/sex. And for Slade,,,
âŚHis Aries Mars explains how he actually acts, especially in combat or high-pressure situations. This placement brings aggression, speed, and decisiveness. He doesnât hesitate; he moves. While the rest of his chart is controlled and strategic, this is where that restraint snaps into action. Heâs direct, forceful, and thrives in conflict. It balances out his more calculated nature by giving him that edge of immediacy and brutality when needed.
His Venus sign is where things get a bit more revealing imo. Venus rules love and relationships (even platonic/familial). A Scorpio Venus fits him almost too well. This is someone who doesnât do casual or light affection. When he forms attachments, theyâre intense, consuming, and often tied up with control. He values loyalty above everything, but his version of loyalty can feel possessive or even suffocating. Vulnerability is incredibly difficult for him, so instead of expressing love in a healthy, open way, it comes out through protection, control, or emotional tests and manipulationâŚ. He wants to understand someone completely, sometimes to the point of dismantling them emotionally just to see whatâs underneath.
So, based on all this.. you end up with someone who appears controlled and calculated on the outside, but is carrying a deep well of intensity underneath. He doesnât act on emotion impulsively; he studies it, suppresses it, and then uses it strategically. You donât see the Scorpio placements immediatelyâŚ. but when it shows, itâs impossible to ignore. But, tldr: Virgo fits him far more. (Guys trust me Virgo men are evil jk jk)
Id love to hear what you guys think. Slade fans. ADDRESS ME. INVOLVE ME. ..
â â â â â â â đ ŕŁŞË batmanâs stress reliever.
He doesnât say much when he comes in. He never does. But when a patrol doesnât go as planned - you always know.
The cowl is already off, dropped somewhere careless, knuckles still bruised, jaw tight like heâs biting down on something worse than pain. You barely have time to ask before heâs in front of you, hands braced on either side of your waist, breathing hard. Heâs overworked. Heâs stressed.
âBad?â You ask him quietly.
His answer is a sound more than a word. A sharp exhale. A nod. You reach for him first, fingers curling into the front of his suit, grounding him â and thatâs all it takes. Whatever restraint he had fractures. His mouth crashes into yours, rough and desperate, like heâs trying to forget the city ever existed. Tongue, teeth, heat; you donât even know how you end up bent over on the bed. His kisses are violent in the way a storm is violent, overwhelming and consuming your very being.
Heâs rough; but not hurtful. Batman - Bruce Wayne - knew how much of him you could take. Even when your pussy burned from the stretch; struggling to accommodate his girth. He pushes into you from behind, hands on your hips as he starts a feverent pace; his gloved hands digging into you with every harsh thrust. Youâre sure that in the morning your cervix will be bruisedâ it always is.
When he finally pulls back and flips you over, itâs only to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed, breath shaking. He slips right back in from this angle, squeezing your cheeks with a gloved hand while the other leans on his elbow for support.
âDonât stop me,â he murmurs. Itâs not a command; itâs a plea and you never protest. You nod and kiss him again - the only answer you have while heâs fucking your brains out and hitting your cervix with every thrust. He grunts hard, pace quickening. âYouâre gonna let me breed you, isnât that right sweetheart?â He says. He doesnât give you time to reply. Youâre moaning and crying for him when you feel him pulse and fill you with his warm seed, like heâs done so many times before.
When he pulls out, he uses two of his gloved fingers to push his cum back inside of your leaky hole; smirking to himself in the darkness of your shared bedroom.
With a dark sigh, he speaks. âSometimes the answer to my problems is to breed your hole until you're such a wet mess you canât even think straight.â He said, pulling out of you. âNow be a good girl and bend over so I can fill that pussy again.â
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â â â â â â â đ ŕŁŞË batmanâs stress reliever.
He doesnât say much when he comes in. He never does. But when a patrol doesnât go as planned - you always know.
The cowl is already off, dropped somewhere careless, knuckles still bruised, jaw tight like heâs biting down on something worse than pain. You barely have time to ask before heâs in front of you, hands braced on either side of your waist, breathing hard. Heâs overworked. Heâs stressed.
âBad?â You ask him quietly.
His answer is a sound more than a word. A sharp exhale. A nod. You reach for him first, fingers curling into the front of his suit, grounding him â and thatâs all it takes. Whatever restraint he had fractures. His mouth crashes into yours, rough and desperate, like heâs trying to forget the city ever existed. Tongue, teeth, heat; you donât even know how you end up bent over on the bed. His kisses are violent in the way a storm is violent, overwhelming and consuming your very being.
Heâs rough; but not hurtful. Batman - Bruce Wayne - knew how much of him you could take. Even when your pussy burned from the stretch; struggling to accommodate his girth. He pushes into you from behind, hands on your hips as he starts a feverent pace; his gloved hands digging into you with every harsh thrust. Youâre sure that in the morning your cervix will be bruisedâ it always is.
When he finally pulls back and flips you over, itâs only to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed, breath shaking. He slips right back in from this angle, squeezing your cheeks with a gloved hand while the other leans on his elbow for support.
âDonât stop me,â he murmurs. Itâs not a command; itâs a plea and you never protest. You nod and kiss him again - the only answer you have while heâs fucking your brains out and hitting your cervix with every thrust. He grunts hard, pace quickening. âYouâre gonna let me breed you, isnât that right sweetheart?â He says. He doesnât give you time to reply. Youâre moaning and crying for him when you feel him pulse and fill you with his warm seed, like heâs done so many times before.
When he pulls out, he uses two of his gloved fingers to push his cum back inside of your leaky hole; smirking to himself in the darkness of your shared bedroom.
With a dark sigh, he speaks. âSometimes the answer to my problems is to breed your hole until you're such a wet mess you canât even think straight.â He said, pulling out of you. âNow be a good girl and bend over so I can fill that pussy again.â
My hot take is that Jason Todd has whatever the opposite of a breeding kink is.
The type to make sure he stays stocked on condoms, heâd rather miss out on the feel of your bare pussy than risk an unplanned pregnancy. If by chance he does fuck you raw heâll buy you a plan B whether he cums in you or not, not wanting to chance it.
Dick Grayson on the other hand has a raging breeding kink. Heâll have your knees pressed to your chest, balls deep inside you, as he floods your pussy with cum. Dick will take his fingers and finger the cum that leaks out of you back into your pussy, watching your face twist with pleasure.
Bruce Wayne is the founding father of the breeding kink. No additional notes needed.
Breeding reader and then cockwarming them afterwards to make sure none of it spills out is Bruceâs bread and butter.
Bruce is victim to baby fever every month, regardless of if reader can have children or not. He canât help but picture you round and swollen, every inch of you sensitive. Just the thought leaves him aching, his rough hands palming himself thru his pants.
author notes: hihi! This is my debut in the dc fandom!! I am confident this has been done a thousand times but this is my interpretation of Bruce. Im a Bruce Wayne yumeshipper and I love to write about him + other Batman/ DC characters ! my requests are open !! Feel free to request Bruce or other DC characters in my inbox. Mwah. đ
A = Aftercare
Bruce is very particular about your comfort more than his both during and after sex. He carries himself with a Quiet, deliberate tenderness that you only see once the deed is done. Bruce isnât chatty right after. Heâs slow, grounded, and very present. He loves pulling you close without rushing and steady his breathing you can sync yours too. He makes sure your nervous system comes back down before anything else happens.
Bruce shows affection through doing. Before you even think about rolling out of bed, heâd have warm shower already running and clean towels laid out before you even ask. Heâs gentle with his touches and enjoys massaging or moisturizing you after. Itâs reverent, almost. Like heâs taking responsibility for your body being in his hands.
B = Body Part
Bruce isnât obvious about attraction.
Heâs not the type to leer or comment. What catches him is posture, confidence, how someone carries themselves, the way they move when theyâre relaxed or emotional. So heâs not loudly âboobs vs bootyâ in the way some characters are. HOWEVER⌠he has a slight preference to breasts. The size does not matter but he does prefer smaller. He also has a thing for hands, especially manicured ones.
On himself, Bruce is most proud of his hands. He knows heâs muscular but his hands have both saved lives, repaired things and held you. Which is a win in his book.
C = Cum
Bruce doesnât like a mess, so his favorite place to cum Is inside of you, or inside a condom. (Preferably raw inside of you, though.) Heâs very careful and would only do that with a committed partner. He also likes cumming in your mouth, holding under your chin as he watches you swallow his big load and calling you a good girl.
D = Dirty Secret
He may or may not have caught you masturbating to him with one of the many hidden cameras he has access to inside Wayne Manor. He feels so guilty for it, but heâd be lying if he said he didnât jerk off to it a couple of times.
E = Experience
Bruce is very, VERY experienced. He knows exactly how to please you. Heâs been with plenty of partners.
F = Favourite Position
Bruce loves missionary. He likes being on top of you with his weight, holding your face and kissing you. Heâs very attentive and he likes to see your expressions so he can read you and make sure it feels good. While he has a lot of restraint, he is still a man and he also enjoys doggy style. His big hands coming around your waist tightly is enough to send him over the edge every time, plus he loves to smack your ass in this position.
G = Goofy
Bruce isnât the type to giggle or laugh at all unless thereâs certain circumstances. (Heâs not a total hard-ass.) With sex, he tries to keep his composure just like with everything else, but he does slip up sometimes. If you were embarrassed heâd make sure you felt comfortable and would laugh with you.
H = Hair
Very well maintained. He takes very good care of himself both hygiene and hair wise. He doesnât shave completely but the hairs are short, clean, and trimmed in a very particular way. He has no preference with you, so long as youâre clean!
I = Intimacy
Intimacy is very important to Bruce. He isnât detached, mechanical, or purely physical during sex; for him, intimacy is the point. Physical closeness is how he stays present, anchoring himself instead of slipping into control or dissociation. He stays close the entire time, constantly seeking eye contact. He rests his forehead against yours, keeping his hands on your face, neck, or back, because he wants to feel you with him, not just beside him. Heâs emotionally tuned in to every detail, reading your breathing, subtle shifts in tension, and even the quiet sounds you donât realize youâre making, adjusting instantly if anything changes so you feel seen rather than handled. Kissing is constant and intentional, something he uses to ground himself, reassure you, and communicate what he canât always say out loud, soft and unhurried instead of confined to the beginning or end.
J = Jerk Off
Bruce doesnât do it since he has very good self control and needs to focus on things. Once in a blue moon he will indulge but he mostly just holds off until he can see you.
K = Kinks
I actually see Bruce as vanilla for the most part. He sleeps around and has had plenty of one-night-stands and hookups. During those times, he doesnât do anything crazy. However once you two are committed he starts showing his kinkier side. He has a thing for lingerie, ropes/shibari, brat taming, praise, and orgasm control/denial. Heâs gonna make you beg for it. Bruce has a breeding kink as well, and even though heâs got a bunch of adoptive kids + Damian already, heâd love the chance to properly have children with his beloved. The thought of having a family with you actually really gets him horny. He loves the idea of you being full and swollen with his baby. Bruce also gets off on intimacy. He needs to feel close to you.
L = Location
As I have mentioned (and will continue to) - Bruce is very private. Heâd never have sex outside of Wayne Manor. Itâs too risky. You could get hurt, he could have to leave abruptly and patrol etc. he also wouldnât want to be caught by Alfred or the bat boys (even though theyâve heard it before.) inside the mansion, thereâs no place thatâs off limits. But, Bruce prefers to have sex in his master bedroom, the library, his office or the bat cave. (So he can try out new gadgets on you.). Heâs also fucked you in the Batmobile before.
M = Motivation
Loves seeing you in lingerie, expensive dresses and nice heels. Truthfully (not to be corny) but he gets off on just seeing your face, makeup or not. Heâd also be a bit more touchy if you were pregnant with his baby.
N = No
Bruce would never actually hurt you. Any marks or bruises you have will have been an accident and you better believe he would drop everything to treat you and make sure youâre okay. While he is calculated with his dominance, he wouldnât be extremely rough either. He is also very private. The thought of someone else watching you while he makes love to you and fucks your brains out? Yeah, not happening. He isnât into quickies either. It makes him feel like heâs taking advantage of you.
O = Oral
Bruce is more of a giver. He likes to make sure you feel good before he worries about his own pleasure. He likes when your fingers twist in his hair, pulling him as he pushes you over the edge and feels your juices spill into his mouth. He canât deny he likes receiving head though. His hand gently in your hair, pushing you deeper as he looks into your eyes.. the sight alone of your beautiful face makes him nearly cum on the spot. Bruce eats a balanced diet, so his cum tastes really sweet. Definitely why he makes you swallow every time.
P = Pace
Bruce centres his pace around you. You like it fast? Hell fuck you fast. You like it slow? Heâll fuck you slow. His personal preference is to fuck you slow because he likes to feel everything and really savour the moment.
Q = Quickies
Nope. Not a fan. Like I mentioned above he feels like heâs using you and he needs to make sure you cum. Plus, he liked to take his time with you. The thought of being caught? Not his thing. If you convince him to have a quickie youâre gonna get a night of edging laterâŚ
R = Risk
He gambles a lot on getting you pregnant because of his breeding kink. But besides that, Bruce is not a man who takes risks. Heâd never gamble on hurting you, being caught or having anything embarrassing happening to you.
S = Stamina
Assuming he has no patrolling to do, or Wayne enterprise meetings, and he has the whole day for you - he can go multiple rounds. His most is 5, but he can train and push himself to go more if you need. If it takes you a while to cum he can cold himself off for a while too. His pleasure is all about your pleasure. Heâs willing to try different and complicated positions that use a lot of stamina too.
T = Toys
He has lots of toys he likes to use on you, and ropes + handcuffs too. Bruce is the type to have a remote control vibrator in you and use it at the worst and best of times. He enjoys seeing you squirm and teaching you how to be disciplined. On that topic, he has a specific bat suit he uses with lots of toys and gadgets for your pleasure. Heâs fantasized of fucking you in the bat cave too, since he has a lot of ropes and chains that you could have fun with. In general, he prefers to use himself on you. But he doesnât mind indulging once in a while. Although he insists he can make you feel as good as a vibrator..
U = Unfair
If youâve been particularly bratty, he wonât say anything. He just gives you a look at the dinner table that screams âyouâre gonna get it later.â At that point, you better expect that later on youâre getting tied up, having a vibrator on your clit while he watches and adjusts the settings on and off. It would feel so unfair. Constantly edging, constantly close to orgasming but never actually doing it. Heâd be snarky after - âare you going to behave now?â And wonât stop unless youâre begging with tears in your eyes. If heâs feeling particularly unfair, heâll turn on the vibe to a custom setting and go on patrol.
V = Volume
Bruce is quiet, and monotone during sex. You wonât hear him moan, but heâll let out grunts and curse words under his breath. He also talks to you during sex, but not in a degrading way. âThat feel good baby? Tell me how much you need my cock. Iâm gonna put a baby into you.â
W = Wild Card
He has a very specific scenario in his head where heâd let you dominate him. He needs to see you in heels and lingerie he bought for you, pushing him down onto the bed in his bat suit and riding him until you milk him dry, calling him a good boy. Bonus points if you squeeze his cheeks and spit in his mouth. Itâs the only time heâll let you take control.
X = X Ray
A friend of mine in my discord shared this image with me and I havenât been the same. Although for my personal headcannon, I see Bruce as uncut - the image is basically canon. Heâs cut, veiny, and 7.5-8â (hard). Heâs hung, in every aspect. Youâll definitely need a lot of prep before he fucks you silly. Itâs part of the reason why heâs so attentive. He doesnât want to hurt you or stretch you too bad.
Y = Yearning
Heâs very controlled with his emotions and lust. Of course he wants to fuck every pretty person he sees, but heâs respectful enough to push those emotions aside. When heâs with you, heâs loyal and doesnât think like that. His yearning for sex depends entirely on his day. Heâs always attracted to you, so the more heâs around you the harder it is to hide his emotions and yearning.
Z = Zzz (Sleep)
Bruce has mastered the art of micro naps and having a very tedious sleep schedule. He can sleep and awaken on command, and thatâs no different with sex. It all depends on the context. If youâre fucking at night, he has to patrol (usually, unless Robin can help out). In which case heâd channel his energy into that, kissing you goodnight. If itâs mid day - he might use that opportunity to take a short nap.
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author notes: hihi! This is my debut in the dc fandom!! I am confident this has been done a thousand times but this is my interpretation of Bruce. Im a Bruce Wayne yumeshipper and I love to write about him + other Batman/ DC characters ! my requests are open !! Feel free to request Bruce or other DC characters in my inbox. Mwah. đ
A = Aftercare
Bruce is very particular about your comfort more than his both during and after sex. He carries himself with a Quiet, deliberate tenderness that you only see once the deed is done. Bruce isnât chatty right after. Heâs slow, grounded, and very present. He loves pulling you close without rushing and steady his breathing you can sync yours too. He makes sure your nervous system comes back down before anything else happens.
Bruce shows affection through doing. Before you even think about rolling out of bed, heâd have warm shower already running and clean towels laid out before you even ask. Heâs gentle with his touches and enjoys massaging or moisturizing you after. Itâs reverent, almost. Like heâs taking responsibility for your body being in his hands.
B = Body Part
Bruce isnât obvious about attraction.
Heâs not the type to leer or comment. What catches him is posture, confidence, how someone carries themselves, the way they move when theyâre relaxed or emotional. So heâs not loudly âboobs vs bootyâ in the way some characters are. HOWEVER⌠he has a slight preference to breasts. The size does not matter but he does prefer smaller. He also has a thing for hands, especially manicured ones.
On himself, Bruce is most proud of his hands. He knows heâs muscular but his hands have both saved lives, repaired things and held you. Which is a win in his book.
C = Cum
Bruce doesnât like a mess, so his favorite place to cum Is inside of you, or inside a condom. (Preferably raw inside of you, though.) Heâs very careful and would only do that with a committed partner. He also likes cumming in your mouth, holding under your chin as he watches you swallow his big load and calling you a good girl.
D = Dirty Secret
He may or may not have caught you masturbating to him with one of the many hidden cameras he has access to inside Wayne Manor. He feels so guilty for it, but heâd be lying if he said he didnât jerk off to it a couple of times.
E = Experience
Bruce is very, VERY experienced. He knows exactly how to please you. Heâs been with plenty of partners.
F = Favourite Position
Bruce loves missionary. He likes being on top of you with his weight, holding your face and kissing you. Heâs very attentive and he likes to see your expressions so he can read you and make sure it feels good. While he has a lot of restraint, he is still a man and he also enjoys doggy style. His big hands coming around your waist tightly is enough to send him over the edge every time, plus he loves to smack your ass in this position.
G = Goofy
Bruce isnât the type to giggle or laugh at all unless thereâs certain circumstances. (Heâs not a total hard-ass.) With sex, he tries to keep his composure just like with everything else, but he does slip up sometimes. If you were embarrassed heâd make sure you felt comfortable and would laugh with you.
H = Hair
Very well maintained. He takes very good care of himself both hygiene and hair wise. He doesnât shave completely but the hairs are short, clean, and trimmed in a very particular way. He has no preference with you, so long as youâre clean!
I = Intimacy
Intimacy is very important to Bruce. He isnât detached, mechanical, or purely physical during sex; for him, intimacy is the point. Physical closeness is how he stays present, anchoring himself instead of slipping into control or dissociation. He stays close the entire time, constantly seeking eye contact. He rests his forehead against yours, keeping his hands on your face, neck, or back, because he wants to feel you with him, not just beside him. Heâs emotionally tuned in to every detail, reading your breathing, subtle shifts in tension, and even the quiet sounds you donât realize youâre making, adjusting instantly if anything changes so you feel seen rather than handled. Kissing is constant and intentional, something he uses to ground himself, reassure you, and communicate what he canât always say out loud, soft and unhurried instead of confined to the beginning or end.
J = Jerk Off
Bruce doesnât do it since he has very good self control and needs to focus on things. Once in a blue moon he will indulge but he mostly just holds off until he can see you.
K = Kinks
I actually see Bruce as vanilla for the most part. He sleeps around and has had plenty of one-night-stands and hookups. During those times, he doesnât do anything crazy. However once you two are committed he starts showing his kinkier side. He has a thing for lingerie, ropes/shibari, brat taming, praise, and orgasm control/denial. Heâs gonna make you beg for it. Bruce has a breeding kink as well, and even though heâs got a bunch of adoptive kids + Damian already, heâd love the chance to properly have children with his beloved. The thought of having a family with you actually really gets him horny. He loves the idea of you being full and swollen with his baby. Bruce also gets off on intimacy. He needs to feel close to you.
L = Location
As I have mentioned (and will continue to) - Bruce is very private. Heâd never have sex outside of Wayne Manor. Itâs too risky. You could get hurt, he could have to leave abruptly and patrol etc. he also wouldnât want to be caught by Alfred or the bat boys (even though theyâve heard it before.) inside the mansion, thereâs no place thatâs off limits. But, Bruce prefers to have sex in his master bedroom, the library, his office or the bat cave. (So he can try out new gadgets on you.). Heâs also fucked you in the Batmobile before.
M = Motivation
Loves seeing you in lingerie, expensive dresses and nice heels. Truthfully (not to be corny) but he gets off on just seeing your face, makeup or not. Heâd also be a bit more touchy if you were pregnant with his baby.
N = No
Bruce would never actually hurt you. Any marks or bruises you have will have been an accident and you better believe he would drop everything to treat you and make sure youâre okay. While he is calculated with his dominance, he wouldnât be extremely rough either. He is also very private. The thought of someone else watching you while he makes love to you and fucks your brains out? Yeah, not happening. He isnât into quickies either. It makes him feel like heâs taking advantage of you.
O = Oral
Bruce is more of a giver. He likes to make sure you feel good before he worries about his own pleasure. He likes when your fingers twist in his hair, pulling him as he pushes you over the edge and feels your juices spill into his mouth. He canât deny he likes receiving head though. His hand gently in your hair, pushing you deeper as he looks into your eyes.. the sight alone of your beautiful face makes him nearly cum on the spot. Bruce eats a balanced diet, so his cum tastes really sweet. Definitely why he makes you swallow every time.
P = Pace
Bruce centres his pace around you. You like it fast? Hell fuck you fast. You like it slow? Heâll fuck you slow. His personal preference is to fuck you slow because he likes to feel everything and really savour the moment.
Q = Quickies
Nope. Not a fan. Like I mentioned above he feels like heâs using you and he needs to make sure you cum. Plus, he liked to take his time with you. The thought of being caught? Not his thing. If you convince him to have a quickie youâre gonna get a night of edging laterâŚ
R = Risk
He gambles a lot on getting you pregnant because of his breeding kink. But besides that, Bruce is not a man who takes risks. Heâd never gamble on hurting you, being caught or having anything embarrassing happening to you.
S = Stamina
Assuming he has no patrolling to do, or Wayne enterprise meetings, and he has the whole day for you - he can go multiple rounds. His most is 5, but he can train and push himself to go more if you need. If it takes you a while to cum he can cold himself off for a while too. His pleasure is all about your pleasure. Heâs willing to try different and complicated positions that use a lot of stamina too.
T = Toys
He has lots of toys he likes to use on you, and ropes + handcuffs too. Bruce is the type to have a remote control vibrator in you and use it at the worst and best of times. He enjoys seeing you squirm and teaching you how to be disciplined. On that topic, he has a specific bat suit he uses with lots of toys and gadgets for your pleasure. Heâs fantasized of fucking you in the bat cave too, since he has a lot of ropes and chains that you could have fun with. In general, he prefers to use himself on you. But he doesnât mind indulging once in a while. Although he insists he can make you feel as good as a vibrator..
U = Unfair
If youâve been particularly bratty, he wonât say anything. He just gives you a look at the dinner table that screams âyouâre gonna get it later.â At that point, you better expect that later on youâre getting tied up, having a vibrator on your clit while he watches and adjusts the settings on and off. It would feel so unfair. Constantly edging, constantly close to orgasming but never actually doing it. Heâd be snarky after - âare you going to behave now?â And wonât stop unless youâre begging with tears in your eyes. If heâs feeling particularly unfair, heâll turn on the vibe to a custom setting and go on patrol.
V = Volume
Bruce is quiet, and monotone during sex. You wonât hear him moan, but heâll let out grunts and curse words under his breath. He also talks to you during sex, but not in a degrading way. âThat feel good baby? Tell me how much you need my cock. Iâm gonna put a baby into you.â
W = Wild Card
He has a very specific scenario in his head where heâd let you dominate him. He needs to see you in heels and lingerie he bought for you, pushing him down onto the bed in his bat suit and riding him until you milk him dry, calling him a good boy. Bonus points if you squeeze his cheeks and spit in his mouth. Itâs the only time heâll let you take control.
X = X Ray
A friend of mine in my discord shared this image with me and I havenât been the same. Although for my personal headcannon, I see Bruce as uncut - the image is basically canon. Heâs cut, veiny, and 7.5-8â (hard). Heâs hung, in every aspect. Youâll definitely need a lot of prep before he fucks you silly. Itâs part of the reason why heâs so attentive. He doesnât want to hurt you or stretch you too bad.
Y = Yearning
Heâs very controlled with his emotions and lust. Of course he wants to fuck every pretty person he sees, but heâs respectful enough to push those emotions aside. When heâs with you, heâs loyal and doesnât think like that. His yearning for sex depends entirely on his day. Heâs always attracted to you, so the more heâs around you the harder it is to hide his emotions and yearning.
Z = Zzz (Sleep)
Bruce has mastered the art of micro naps and having a very tedious sleep schedule. He can sleep and awaken on command, and thatâs no different with sex. It all depends on the context. If youâre fucking at night, he has to patrol (usually, unless Robin can help out). In which case heâd channel his energy into that, kissing you goodnight. If itâs mid day - he might use that opportunity to take a short nap.
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hi! I wanted to write some of the Resident Evil men as dads and what type of dad theyâd be! My account is new so Iâd appreciate any feedback you have. :3
đđđđ is absolutely a girl dad. Heâs soft, overprotective, and melts the second she wraps him around her finger. Pretends heâs ânot good with kidsâ but somehow knows how to braid hair, fix dolls, and sit through tea parties like itâs a covert op. Trust, when his daughter becomes a teenager she will be butting heads with him constantly. His over protectiveness gets out of control. I think Leon would only have one child with his partner! His baby girl is his world!
đđđđđ is peak boy dad energy!! (Walk with me hereâŚ) roughhousing, early morning workouts, teaching discipline and loyalty are what he strives best at with his son(s). Chris is still deeply affectionate in that awkward, earnest Redfield way. He raises strong, compassionate sonsâŚ. but if he ever has a daughter? Heâs undone. Completely wrapped around her finger and violently protective, just like he was with Claire. I can see Chris having 2-3 kids with his partner!
đđđđđđ is 100% boy dad. Itâs genetic at this point. (Iirc he had 4 brothers). You best believe he wants a loud house, constant chaos, brothers piled on each other, zero volume control. He thrives in it. Teaches his sons humor, confidence, and how to stand up for themselves. The âcool dadâ everyone elseâs kids like. I can see Carlos having 3-4 kids with his partner!
đđđđ has girl dad written all over him. Heâs Soft-spoken, affectionate, playful. Encourages curiosity and creativity, reads bedtime stories, lets her paint his nails. Teaches her intelligence before strength. Emotionally present in a way that surprises everyone who meets him. :,) he would spoil his little girl and quite literally call her his princess. Oh, and you just know she bosses him around. I can only see Luis having one child with his partner!
đđđđđđđ gives vibes that heâd want both, like a âtraditionalâ household. Heâs harsh on the surface, but deeply protective. Trains his son hard and early with discipline, endurance, control. His daughter though?? Different story. Still strong, still capable, but she gets a softer version of him he doesnât show often. Would die for either without hesitation, but his little girl is spoiled rotten.
đđđđđ is a girl dad, and no not because of canon (Rose). Heâs patient, gentle, endlessly loving. Encourages independence while still being incredibly nurturing. The type to stay up all night if sheâs scared, even if heâs exhausted. Would absolutely sacrifice everything for hjs daughter(s) again. I can see Ethan having 1 additional child (after Rose) with his partner. Be that with Mia or with you/your OC!
đđđđđđ has no preference at all. He Doesnât care whether itâs a boy or a girl since he sees them more as an extension of himself than a child. Hes absent, emotionally cold, and convinced theyâll âfigure it out on their own.â If heâs involved at all, itâs for control or legacy. Parenting is⌠questionable at best. Plus, he already has Jake that he didnât even care/know about. Children to him are more of a distraction, unless they could benefit him somehow.
đđđđđ is a girl dad!! Heâs attentive, protective without being overbearing, and surprisingly good at emotional reassurance. Listens seriously to her feelings, encourages her dreams, and worries constantly about doing things âright.â Heâd be so sweet with her, especially in the newborn and toddler stage. I can see piers having one, or maybe two kids with his partner! (In which case heâd want a girl and a boy!) buttttttt. He still gives girl dad energy!
đđđđđ is also a girl dad! Quiet, reserved, but fiercely loving. Protective in a calm, grounded way. Teaches independence and survival skills while still being gentle and patient. Not very verbal, but shows love through actions. Sheâs his whole world.
đđđđđđđđđđ is a boy dad since he embodies pure boy dad chaos. Teaching mechanical skills way too early, encouraging rebellion, proud of every scraped knee. Karl is loud, sarcastic and deeply attached even if he pretends not to be. He wants his son strong, clever, and unafraid of the world. I can only see him having one child with his partner. He loves his son too much and doesnât wanna split that love with more kids :p
youâre the new officer being recruited into S.T.A.R.S. The night before your first shift you decide to check out the city life here in Racoon City. The local bar catches your attention and so does a tall brunette playing pool. It all goes downhill from there.
pairing: S.T.A.R.S!Chris Redfield (~1997 era) x afab!reader (also side appearances from the S.T.A.R.S team.)
author note: I canât get S.T.A.R.S-era Chris out of my head⌠sorry đ
The low thrum of music vibrated through the floor of the bar, mingling with laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional cheer from the pool table near the back. It wasnât a seedy place, but it wasnât polished either. Dim lighting, worn leather booths, and a jukebox that kept skipping every third track. Local charm.
You sat alone at the bar, your whiskey neat - untouched for the past five minutes. You watched the game in the back corner with a steady gaze, sharp but unreadable. You looked like you belonged everywhere and nowhereârelaxed in your seat, but with an edge that made people think twice about approaching you.
You told yourself this was just a way to unwind. A new city, a new job starting tomorrow, and one night to breathe. But part of you was restless, unsure if you were hoping to be left alone or for something unexpected to happen.
Something unexpected walked in.
Chris Redfield pushed through the door like he owned the place. Broad-shouldered, loud without even speaking yet, his presence filled the room almost immediately. He tossed a grin to the bartender, slapped his teammate Forest on the back, and beelined for the pool table, already halfway into a beer.
He was buzzed, clearly, but not sloppy. Just that perfect midpoint of confidence and recklessnessâeyes bright, voice just a little louder than necessary.
You caught him out of the corner of your eye and quickly looked back at your glass of whiskey.
Too loud. Too cocky. Not your type.
But thenâ
âNice call on that last shot,â came a voice behind you. Low, amused. Confident.
You turned just enough to see him standing there, pool cue in hand, leaning against the bar like he belonged at your side. It was the same guy. The one with the smile like he knew something you didnât.
arching a brow, you spoke. âI didnât say anything.â
Chris tilted his head. âDidnât have to. You were watching. I saw that lookâlike you knew he was gonna miss.â He said, referring to the other pool table you had been watching.
You shrugged, taking a small sip of your drink. âHe was holding the cue too tight. Rookie mistake.â
That caught him off guard just enough to make him grin wider.
âYou play?â
âA little.â
Chris extended his hand, casually. âChris.â You looked at it, then shook. Brief. Controlled, before offering your name.
Something flickered between you both ârecognition, maybe. Not of the face, but of the feeling. That gut-level spark that made you sit up straighter. Neither of you said anything about it.
Chris gestured toward the table, beer in his hand. âCome on. One game. Loser buys the next round.â
You hesitated. Normally, this was where youâd say no. You didnât do this. Didnât take strangers up on casual drinks or flirtatious pool games. But⌠there was something disarming and dreamy about the way Chris stood there, waiting, not pressuring. Almost like you could trust this cocky man.
Was he even truly cocky? Or just drunk? Time would tell. Maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe it was the cityâŚ
You slid off the barstool and spoke; âOne game.â
The bar wasnât exactly packed, but people turned to watch when you took the cue. Maybe it was because you moved like someone who knew exactly what you were doingâor maybe because Chris Redfield, local favorite chaos machine, had just challenged a woman no one had ever seen before. Racoon City was more of a small town after all. Newcomers always stood out like a sore thumb.
Chris racked the balls lazily, grinning to himself.
âYou want break?â
You raised a brow. âYou sure?â
He shrugged, leaning against the table, one hand still holding his beer. âLadies first.â He said, before taking a big gulp - enough to finish his drink.
You gave him a dry smile, leaned down, and broke the rack cleanâsharp, powerful, without a trace of hesitation. Two stripes sunk immediately.
Chris straightened up. ââŚOkay, damn.â
âStill sure you want to play?â You asked, cue in hand, eyes fixed on the next shot.
âI like a challenge,â Chris said. âEspecially when itâs cute.â
You paused, just for a second. It was a cheesy line, but there was something about the way he said itâunfiltered, like it wasnât part of a game. You hid your smile as you lined up your next shot.
The two of you went back and forth for a while. Chris was goodâbetter than he let onâbut you were precise. Focused. You moved like a sniper in disguise, never wasting a shot. Chris, for all his bravado, was clearly impressed.
âYou military?â he asked at one point, when you made a difficult bank shot without blinking.
You glanced at him, carefully. âSomething like that.â A smirk appeared on your face.
He nodded, seemingly satisfied. âFigured. Youâve got that posture. That no-bullshit thing going on.â
âYou, on the other hand,â you said, stepping back so he could take his turn, âlook like trouble.â
Chris grinned. âI get that a lot.â
As the game wound down, it was clear you were going to win the game. Chris didnât seem to mind. He was having more fun watching you, than trying to win a silly pool game. That cockiness and eagerness could be saved for the next time he Played with Joseph or Barry.
When you sank the final shot, he held up his hands in mock defeat.
âWell, damn. Youâve got a hell of an aim.â Chris said, his eyes never leaving your face. For a moment he could have sworn he felt his cheeks turn red, but that had to have been the alcohol. Right?
âThanks,â you said, resting the cue on the table. âYouâre not bad yourself.â You winked.
Chris grabbed his wallet, pulled out a few bills, and handed them to the bartender. âAnother round for the pretty lady. And one for me.â
You hesitated. This was the part where you should say goodnight. Walk away. Go home. Sleep. Big day tomorrowâŚBut you didnât move. Something compelled you to stay. After all - being new to this small town, youâd definitely need a friend, or two.
âYou always this forward with strangers?â You asked softly.
âOnly the ones I donât want to stay strangers.â Chris said bluntly. Enough to make his two friends, Joseph and Barry peer over out of curiosity. There was a pause. Not awkwardâjust charged. Like both you and Chris knew this night wasnât going to end here.
You sipped your drink. Your cheeks were a little warm now, but you blamed the whiskey. âWhat if I donât want anything serious?â
Chris met her gaze, surprisingly honest. âNeither do I. But I also donât do this with just anyone.â
That made her blink. It was unexpected. So was the way her heart tugged a little at his statement. She felt like a hypocriteâŚ
Maybe it was the city. Maybe it was him.
A beat passed.
âListen, you wanna get out of here, sweetheart?â he asked, quieter this time. Hoping his friends didnât notice. For all his stories of hooking up with various women, he didnât want you to feel any kind of pressure.
You didnât answer right away. Just held his beautiful brown eyes for a second too long, then nodded once. Before you knew it, you were walking the streets of Raccoon City, heading to his apartment while he smoked a cigarette.
Once you arrived, the night turned into a blur. One minute you were gently taking off your shoes and placing them neatly - the next, chris had you pinned against his door, making out with you sloppily. The two of you together both smelt of cigarettes and alcohol but neither of you cared. Right now you both needed more. Needed each other.
With your arms pinned above your head and Chrisâ tongue still tangled in your mouth, he used his spare hand to grope your chest. âNice rack.â He hummed between kisses, feeling the soft tissue beneath your shirt and bra. âBut I bet theyâd look even better with this shirt off.â
You smirked against his lips, admiring his hand trick. âYou a cop or something?â
He chuckled. âI might be.â
Chris let your arms go and pulled away, helping you take off your t-shirt. The way he moved was super quick - it almost really made question what he did for a living. But that didnât matter right now, did it?
He expertly undid your bra with one hand, exposing your breasts to him. Thats when a grin appeared on his face and he took the opportunity to squeeze them both before giving your tits a playful slap.
He was painfully hard now, and using your hand he guided you to touch through his jeans, feeling his huge cock. You gasped as you tried to grasp it through the fabric, letting out a shutter. âGod damn⌠I didnât expect you to be packing this much.â You teased, getting down on your knees. âYouâre hugeâ.
âThanks sweetheart.â He hummed. âI know.â He added - arrogant. It must not have been the first time he heard that - and certainly not the last.
You started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, he made the effort to help you a little and pulled his cock out - all 8 inches of it and tapped it against your cheek. âOpen up, baby.â
Without hesitation you opened your mouth, making sure to salivate so you didnât hurt him. It wasnât that hard, given how horny and drunk you were. You wanted his dick down your throat at this point â Anything to have him inside of you.
His right hand tangled in your hair, pushing you closer as you struggled to take him all, your lips expertly moving up and down his long cock.
You looked up at him, lashes batting before your hand came up to twist around his shaft, earning a subtle âfuckâ from his mouth.
He hated to say it but he was already close. Alcohol always did this to him⌠he didnât want to leave you hanging or just call you over for a blowjob - no. He needed to be inside of you.
Abruptly he pulled away and made you fall forward, helping pull you up by your hair. It stung, but it felt so good in the best way.
He let go and lifted you up bridal style, throwing you on his bed. He was relentless and quick with pulling your pants off, exposing your soaked black panties. He wasted no time in ripping those down your legs too, watching you squirm on his comforter.
âYouâre so cute.â He grumbles, reaching down to brush a couple of fingers across your clit. You shudder at the feeling and tilt your head back, expecting more, and he gladly delivers.
Chris jumps on the bed, covering you, before shoving two of his thick fingers inside your waiting cunt. You let out a shutter, not expecting the sudden stretch and thatâs when he chuckled almost sinisterly. âGonna need to take more than that if you want me to fuck you, princess.â He said , sliding a third finger inside of you. âOtherwise Iâll split you in half.â
His words were like honey and you bit down on your lip, nodding at him. It didnât take long for Chris to bend down and lick your clit either, bringing you closer to orgasm. All those years of military training and target practice must have paid off for him, because his fingers were so skilled.
âI - I want you to spilt me in half.â You smirk.
Once he curled them upwards while his tongue circled your clit - it was all over. âAh - shit. Chris!!â You moaned and your body tensed in a hard orgasm. Your legs were shaking, but Chris didnât stop, he kept curling his fingers upwards - fast - until you squirted on his face and bedsheets.
Embarrassed, you covered your face - trying to pretend like that didnât just happen. But Chris just moved your hands, smiled with your juices dripping down his chin and spoke; âthat was so fucking hot baby.â
With your face red, Chris jumped over and shuffled through his nightstand looking for a condom. He waited a minute. And then another, and then he realized he didnât have any. âFuck.â He cussed, clearly stressed. âDamn it Iâm an idiot!â
âWhatâs wrong?â you asked, rolling on your side and still trying to catch your breath. âI forgot to buy condoms today.â
You felt a rush of both excitement and nervousness wash over you, and you smirked as Chris brushed his hair back over his forehead with his hand.
âI donât care.â You hummed.
Chris looked at you, stunned.
âYou donât care if I donât wear a condom?â
âNope. You can fuck me. Just pull out.â
Chris knew this was risky. He knew it. But something about your eagerness triggered something inside of him. He pinned you back down on his bed and lined himself up with your soaking entrance, âalright, you asked for it you slut.â
He slid himself in with some ease, trying to go slow though his whole body wanted to ram you into the headboard. He had to remember how big he was, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you in any way.
It took a minute and the stretch was painful, burning, but it felt oh so good at the same time. With your permission, Chris started to thrust into you. He went slow at first, but when you let out a soft moan and your eyes rolled back he took advantage and went harder, huffing as sweat trickled down his forehead.
âFuck youâre tight.â He growls, his hand playing with one of your tits before sliding up to your neck and gently squeezing. Your hand wraps around his arm, batting your lashes up at him as you struggle to speak.
It feels too good.
He, feels too good.
The two of you stayed like that for a couple minutes before Chris got close and bored of this position.
He pulled out of you abruptly, smirking. âAs pretty as you are, I need to hit it from behind.â He quickly bent you over, sliding in again. The stretch was so good from this angle as he started thrusting. Each one hitting your cervix hard - surely itâll leave a bruise.
You gripped his bedsheets tightly, knuckles turning white as you moaned over and over with each thrust. Chris groaned behind you. He doesnât say much - heâs too lost in the moment enjoying himself.
His hand comes down hard and slaps your ass, leaving a red mark as he watches it jiggle. It takes everything in him not to bust inside of you, right then and there, especially with no condom. He bites his lip, letting out a guttural growl.
âFuckâŚâ he huffs, quickly pulling out and jerking himself off. You quickly roll over on your elbows, sticking your tongue out so he can aim all over you. One, two,, three massive spurts clover your chest, your tits and your chin. You use your finger to push his cum into your mouth sensually before licking his sensitive dick clean.
He shudders and falls to the bed with you, offering you an old shirt to wipe the remainder off with. He grabs a cigarette and lights it, while you both cool down from the quick - but intense - session you just had.
You both stayed like that for an hour, talking and watching the city lights through his window.
The apartment was dimly lit, soft city lights slipping through half-closed blinds. The adrenaline of the night had long since faded, replaced by something quieter. Softer. You found yourself naked under his covers, a faint smell of alcohol and sweat infiltrating your nostrils. But yet.. it smelled comforting.
You laid on your side beneath the covers, one arm tucked beneath your head, your breathing slow and even. Chris lay beside you, wide awake now, staring up at the ceiling like he was trying to figure out what the hell just happened to him.
Chris glanced over at you, noticing you drifting off into sleep. A soft smile crept on his face.
You were beautiful, of course, but that wasnât what unsettled him. It was something else. Something in the way youâd looked at him earlier. No judgment. No assumptions. Just this calm, collected energy that pulled him in like gravity.
He was scared heâd get addicted.
He couldnât even remember what you talked about after youâd gotten back to his place. Just flashes of laughter, a few soft confessions, and the way you kissed him like you meant it.
Chris exhaled slowly and let his eyes close.
The sunlight slipping through the blinds was way too bright.
You groaned softly, face buried in Chrisâs chest as the buzz of his alarm rattled somewhere on his nightstand. You peeked one eye open, fumbled around, and finally reality sunk in.
7:29 AM.
Your entire body tensed.
âShit!.â
You sat up so fast your head spun - a small reminder of how much you actually drank last night. Chris stirred beside you, missing the warmth of your body, and blinking against the light. âWhatâŚ?â
âIâm late,â you muttered, pulling up your panties. âIâm supposed to be there in less than 30 minutes! Damnit. â
Chris ran a hand down his face. âWhereâs there?â
âNew job,â you said vaguely, pulling your shirt on with jerky movements. âFirst day â not a good impression! â you start to panic.
He sat up a bit, still trying to clear the sleep from his brain. âI can drive you. Iâm late anyways. Wesker is gonna hang me.â
You paused for a sec. This was the second or third time Chris had mentioned this Wesker person. You turned your head toward him. âYou keep saying that. Is that your boss or your dog?â
âSame difference,â he muttered. You chuckled before grabbing your purse and sliding your sneakers on. âAnd donât worry about the drive. Iâll be fine, really.â
âYou sure?â he asked, clearly still not firing on all cylinders. Deep down he really didnât want you to go. He had hooked up with many women, but something about you really kept him on his feet. He wanted to see you again..
âIâm sure,â you said quickly, already tying your hair back. âThanks for the night.â You added, and a soft pang hit your chest.
Chris watched you go, still tangled in the sheets. Something tugged at himâbut before he could say anything, the door had shut, and you were gone.
A second later, he flopped back onto the mattress, groaning and letting out a deep sigh.
âWeskerâs gonna kill me.â
The STARS briefing room buzzed with casual morning chatter. Jill and Barry sipped coffee while Joseph fiddled with a radio. Wesker, as always, stood at the frontâimpossibly crisp in his uniform and already annoyed.
You were nervous already about being late, but you managed to meet with Wesker. The name sounded familiar⌠but your impending hangover made it harder for you to think clearly.
Where did you hear that name before?
âIâd like you to meet our newest addition,â Wesker said as the door opened behind him. Wesker then pointed to you and introduced you with your skills, explaining how youâd be a great asset to the team.
You looked professional, confidentâbut your hair was a little damp at the edges, and there was a subtle haste to your posture. Your eyes scanned the room, calm but alert. Friendly nods were exchanged.
Thenâ
The door opened again.
Chris stumbled in, just a few seconds too late, breathless and very clearly under-caffeinated.
âSorryâgot caught in traffic,â he muttered, not even looking up at first.
Wesker narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses. âRedfield. Late again.â
âYeah, yeah, Iââ
Then he looked up, and saw you.
You froze, and the two of you stared at each otherâmutual horror setting in like a bomb ticking down. Your brain went blank. Chrisâs face was somewhere between oh god and how the hell.
Wesker didnât notice. Or maybe he did, but didnât care. âRedfield, take a seat. Youâre already making a terrible impression.â
Chris slid into a chair next to Jill.
Jill leaned over and whispered with an amused smirk, âYou two know each other?â
Chris didnât answer. You cleared your throat, straightened your posture, and gave Wesker a polite nod.
So thatâs where you heard of wesker before. This was the infamous âBossâ that was going to âKillâ Chris for being late. And to think you were also close to making that impression..
âLooking forward to working with everyone,â you said calmly. But your eyes darted back to Chris onceâjust once.
He was looking at you the same way. Like he was still trying to figure out if this was real. He knew then that youâd be his downfall, and he was okay with it.
bonus snippet:
Jill leaned across her desk toward Barry, speaking just loud enough for Joseph to hear too.
âIâm telling you, somethingâs up.â
Barry snorted. âYouâre imagining things.â
Joseph chimed in. âNah. She didnât even flinch when Redfield was late. Not even a raised eyebrow. Thatâs suspicious.â
Jill tapped her chin thoughtfully. âShe hasnât said much to him all morning. But they keep looking at each other when they think no oneâs watching.â
Barry narrowed his eyes. âWait⌠did she arrive right before Chris?â
âUh-huh,â Jill said. âHair damp. Rushed. He was red in the face. Flustered.â
Joseph let out a low whistle. âRedfield, huh? Man moves fast.â
Jill smirked. âFaster than his paperwork, thatâs for sure.â
Just then, you walked in with a fresh folder. Your expression was calm, but the moment Chris entered behind you, Jill raised a single knowing eyebrow.
You immediately looked away.
Chris sat down, opened a file upside-down, and didnât realize for a full minute.
Joseph leaned over and whispered, âNice collar, Romeo.â
Chris froze.
âHope she was worth the write-up.â Jill giggled.
Chris: âI will end all of you.â
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