#werewolf!chris

[strangeb177]

Behind somewhat closed doors

[snails-and-cinnamon]

Some more Lycan Chris art, mostly just redrawing that same scene i did before but I like these better

[l4mpzp4wz]

Drawn by my finger on the train

[tulipsbymybed]

Hi tulips! Thinking about werewolf Chris (because I’ve been rereading your blurbs) and was thinking about how he’d be after being apart for a long time, how clingy he’d be once he’s with you again and how he’d be like your shadow, always with a hand on you, not satisfied unless skin is touching skin (not even in a sexual way, just a possessive one). Idk, I hope that makes sense! I was trying to think of something that isn’t too similar to what you’ve already written for him but I’m a one track mind I need the wolf man. - (and i’m twenty years old <3)

oooooooh yes he so would be!!!

18+ minors dni!!!

he's quite clingy normally, always likes knowing where you are and what you're up to. it's not like he doesn't trust you, or that he's controlling or anything, he's just incredibly devoted to you and loves to be so involved in your life

he's not like pathetic clingy or needy, he's very confident and satisfied with your relationship and it just makes both of you happy that he needs to touch you so often. being a werewolf he's a very possessive and physical creature anyway, so it's completely natural for him and he honestly can't imagine being any other way

normally he has a hand on your hip, on your stomach and pulling you back into him, an arm around your shoulder, fingers tangled with his absentmindedly, your leg propped over his, hand on your thigh, leg pressed against leg, you sat on his lap, your feet on his lap, you lying on top of him, his head on your chest, quite literally anything he can get

when he's been on a mission though or something? not even all of that is enough

the contact HAS to be skin to skin otherwise it's like something is crawling all over his skin, like his mind is a hive of activity and so busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy that he can't do anything, can't think properly until his skin is on yours. you gotta clear your schedule for a while after he comes home from one of his missions because yeah he'll fuck you six ways to sunday for like entire day AT LEAST, but after that you have to clear another day or two probably because he has to just curl his body around you or lay on top of you and try and mingle your scents again

he'll occasionally allow underwear/panties if you insist or complain about discharge or being uncomfortable or something, but other than that? nothing else, it triggers something like primal in him he can't stand any other layers between you. usually during this time it'll be him spooning you, one arm underneath you hooked around and gripping your waist, the other curving around you to grope one of your breasts, squeezing and massaging gently, one leg behind yours and the other pushed gently between your thighs so you're tangled together. he doesn't sleep per se, it's like a mini hibernation where he just has to like recharge your scents together, every few hours he just pushed his face further into your neck and nuzzles at your pulse point, trying to evoke more of your natural scent

after these couple of days he's a little more relaxed, but for at least the next about two weeks? yeah if you're near it HAS to be skin on skin contact. he can be talking to someone about the latest mission or something and see you come in out of the corner of his eye, and without even breaking his sentence he'll just reach his hand out and tug you over. if he's sitting you WILL end up in his lap, no doubt about it. you'll be perched on his lap and his hand will slip under the hem of your shirt to rest on your stomach, fingers rubbing circles over your skin as he rests his chin on your shoulder. if he's standing, you'll end up tucked into his side or in front of him, his hand under your shirt on your stomach or lower back again, so natural for him he barely even registers he's doing it

[madsghoul]

aesthetics for the new fanfic I’ve been dreaming up 🏰⚔️🌙🩸

I’ve been totally obsessed with resident evil and chris redfield in particular so I’m planning on writing the medieval fantasy/beauty and the beast/court of thorns and roses resident evil fic of my dreams! the reader is married to the evil king wesker but betrays him when she goes to castle redfield and falls for his rival! oh and chris is definitely a werewolf 🤭

[pixelmensupremacy]

Under the full moon

Chapter 1

Summary: (Y/N) is a witch living in desolate parts of Romania. One night an event occurs that is bound to turnd her life around and the one of infamous captain of the Hound Wolf squad - Chris Redfield.

Word count: Slightly above 1K

A/N: Here goes my first post. I hope I'll write longer chapters and update more frequently. I've had the idea of a werewolf!chris for like half a year now. Eitherway I hope you enjoy!

Midnight was approaching as the wind howled, composing a deafening melody that chanted in-between tress and rocks all the way to the abandoned houses in the eerie village. The moon stood bright and high up in the night sky, dimming all the stars in near distance. It’s silver light illuminated on the pale snow providing visibility. A wave of thick mist was crawling down the mountains, slowly making its way to the village and the nearby trees.

(Y/N) made her way through the woods, taking advantage of the opportunity to fully take in the atmosphere before she finally headed home. Taking a deep inhale, she enjoyed the feeling of the fresh cool air filling her lungs until an unusual sound caught her attention. It wasn’t abnormal to hear strange noises coming from the bushes especially in the area closest to the village. For quite some time creatures akin to werewolves wandered around the village, including the nearby woods. Luckily her home was far enough for her to avoid the blood-thirsty creatures.

Tugging at her dark green cloak she shifted her attention to the supposed source of the noise only to see nothing threatening in particular, still she could sense something was off. After years of practicing her craft and living in this god forgotten place her intuition was more than developed. She sped up her pace, the wind blew through her locks crashing a few snowflakes to her heated face, resulting in them melting right away. A nervous wave took over her form, spreading heat throughout her body. The woman tried to take control over her thoughts and feelings, knowing that she will soon be safe and sound in her home.

After what felt like hours of walking she was finally able to make out the familiar silhouette of a cozy cottage. Seeing the light coming from the small window, she tugged at her skirt further quickening her steps until they turned into running. By the time she reached the entrance she was out of breath and her heart was heavily pounding in her chest. As soon as she shut the door she shut all the curtains to make sure that no unwanted attention was draw to her home.

Taking a moment to relax her nerves, she took a few deep breaths. Doing so she sensed an alluring sent that caught her attention, reminding her of the task at hand. Making her way to the kitchen she took a handful of the herbs from her basket. (Y/N) lifted the lid of the pot, a puff of steam hit her face, delicious aroma tingled her nose resulting in her mouth watering.

‘This better be worth the search for herbs in the middle of the night.’ Her train of thought was unceremoniously interrupted by a bang. At first the woman didn’t think much of it, assuming it was a branch hitting the window, but then the same sound repeated itself this time much louder and desperate. Alerted she turned her full attention to the front door. As she was approaching the door her body tensed, (Y/N) could sense a presence from the other side.

With her ear pressed against the solid wood, she listened carefully, but to no avail. Just as she was about to return to the kitchen, thinking it was just her imagination playing tricks on her, a hoarse male voice broke the silence.

“Is someone inside?”

She froze, her brain unable to process who that was.

‘His voice definitely didn’t belong to any of the villagers I knew, meaning he probably wasn’t local. But what could bring an outsider all the way to a village in eastern Europe.’

An audible thud brought her back to the present moment. (Y/N) cursed herself for not getting a door with a peephole before finally deciding to open said door. Doing so she saw a large figure pooled on my front porch. It was a man dressed in all dark clothing that hugged his massive form. Dread filled her heart by the sight, she couldn’t just leave the guy to freeze to death, if she did then she would have to put away his remains before a lycan used the opportunity to have him for breakfast.

Her empathy got the best of her and the woman concluded it would be best if she spared him the coldness of the Romanian winter. Fortunately, he wasn’t hostile at least in this state. Unfortunately he was far too heavy for her to carry inside.

With a lot of effort, she succeeded in dragging the guy near the fire place and the fact that he was stiff as a rock didn’t help her much. As (Y/N) placed a blanket over his form to warm him up she noticed a damp stain on his shoulder. Taking a more careful look she noticed a deep cut with blood, assumable his, smeared all over the turtleneck he wore. It looked horrible, but it wasn’t something a mix of herbs couldn’t fix or at least she hoped so. Worry glistered in her eyes by the thought of infection. For all she knew the outsider could’ve been bitten by a lycan.

Brushing away the thought of the worst case scenario, the woman scavenged through her belongings, looking something useful for guest.

‘I gotta clean this place someday.’ She grimaced as she knelt in front of the man, with a bandage in one hand and a jar filled with various herbs in the other. After spending a good minute delicately cleaning the wound, the woman poured the paste of herbs mixed some moon water, then she secured the cut. Feeling proud of her handiwork she finally went to finish her dinner.

Miraculously the soup hadn’t burnt, in fact it was perfectly cooked.

‘Hopefully I won’t run out of luck soon.’ She thought to herself.

Glancing over the mysterious stranger (Y/N) noticed her cat investigating their guest. Spleens must have woken up by the commotion and now she was catching up on her sleep in near radius of the man. Noting her cat’s behavior, the woman took the pot off the stove. Spleens rarely acted friendly towards any guest, if they even had any in the first place.

Chapter 2

[dmc-tings]

Werewolf!Chris Redfield x Pregnant! Reader

(Im feeling abit selfish, and wanted some fluff for Chris)

Oof. He didn't really expect this

Being bitten and turned by an actual werewolf

"Uh... how did it happen?" You asked, rubbing your swollen stomach

Chris was sniffing a bit too much

Snuffling, he did a small walk around you

"Chris. What-"

He looked at you, "Are you hungry? Have you eaten yet?"

You squinted your eyes at him, "N-no. I... I am abit hungry..."

His wolf was screaming at him to feed you

To go hunt

He stalked onto the kitchen, "What do you want? I'll make it for you."

You followed him, "OI! Don't ignore my questions! Chri-"

He looked at you, eyes now yellow instead of the regular blue

"I'll answer them after you eat. Ok?"

You nodded, a bit startled at him

Chris turned back to the fridge, "Now what do you want?"

"Uh... a sandwich? With ham and sardines..."

He let out chuckle at the odd combination

But proceeded to make your food

An awkward silence over came the kitchen

Once the sandwich was done, Chris sat next to you, placing the food infront of you

You started eating, eyeing your husband

The agency was keeping both of you under surveillance

Due to him now, being a beast

You finished your sandwich, comfortable and full, you started to turn to Chris

But he pulled you to your feet and led you into your bedroom

"What the hell?! Chris Redfield! Wha-"

He had dug a hole in the side of your room

He looked at you and sat on the bed, pulling you into his lap

"Its for when you have the pups." He growled, soothingly, rubbing his cheek on yours

"I aint a damned wolf. You gotta fix that! It's a HOLE in our house!"

You continued to fuss at him

But it fell on deaf ears, the wolf man didn't care

He was happy to have you next to him

You finally stopped fussing to catch your breath

"Now. Answer my question, from earli-"

You looked at him, he was wagging a- HIS tail

And he had fluffy ears poking out of his head

You touched them, he let out a content huff

"I was trying to get to Miranda, and one of the lycans bit me. But the one that attacked me wasn't one of the experiment ones... this one... was different..."

He stopped explaining, and relished in your petting

You frowned, "Chris. You... the wolf thing... i-"

He let out a grumpy growl as you stopped petting him

"Keep petting... your the only one I'll let do this..."

You rolled your eyes, "Chris. Are they letting you keep your job?"

"Yeah..." he pushed his cheek back in to your hands

"Thats good. I dont think I could handle leaving you alone with the baby..."

His ears flicked, "Thats your job...."

You giggled, "No shit. But... how is this gonna work? You being, a now, giant wolf? I mean... I dont-"

Chris lifted his head, sitting up fully

You could now see how much BIGGER he was

At least 6'2" now... his shoulders wider (if possible), and his muscles a lot leaner too

Chris was intimidating before, but now...

"Fucking Hell Chris! Your even bigger than before!"

He flattened his ears, face still grumpy

"Its the werewolf genetics... thats what the scientists say..."

He was hunched over, gently rubbing your belly

"Dont worry so much. We'll figure this out, ok? I maybe a werewolf, but I'm still your husband."

"Yeah," you mumbled, "with a bit fluffy tail..."

He let out a huff, though smiling proudly at your stomach

You looked at him up and down

"This... is just odd, Honey."

Chris turned his eyes to you, "I know... but we don't know what to do about it... There's no cure for it, as of right now..."

He looked down and away from you, shifting into his full wolf form

Now he just looked like a big, black furred Clifford

You couldn't resist pulling his big ol head into your lap

"Like you said, well make it work."

Petting him soothed you both now

Chris wagged his tail, and set a big paw on your lap

"I love you." He growled gently

You couldn't help but smile, "I love you too, Fuzzy-Wuzzy."

He let out a groan at the new nickname

[mivyarts]

My nonsense AU where Chris gets taken by Miranda, experimented on, and turned into a werewolf. He “serves” as one of her lords until Ethan shows up.

Sigil below because I put SOO much time into it only to have the majority covered.

Yes, it’s just the Hound Wolf squad patch, but I needed to make it.