Hello Lovely,

Hello Lovely,

Are requests still open? Because I would like a Chris Redfield fic that just shows his daily life with his plus sized biologist girlfriend. I thought about both of them working for the BSAA. Maybe them driving together to work or doing other daily couple thing. It doesn’t have to be cute or anything.

Thank you in advance xoxo

Hii!!! Yes, request are still open :)

Sorry it took me a while to write! Hope you like it!

Life with You [Chris Redfield]

Chris Redfield x Plus size/chubby Reader

Sum| Chris starts noticing different details in his life that have changed after you moved in with him, even at work.

• I feel like Chris isn't a morning person at all. He hates the sound of his alarm waking him up and he changes it when he remembers because the same sound pisses him off.

•Ohhh this man loves to kiss your back a lot in the mornings. He turns and sees your back, kisses in your back, shoulders, and neck. Soon your lips when you wake up by his kisses.

•He likes to stay in bed for a few minutes to just cuddle with you and talk or just stay silent. He just wants you close(he's touched starved) before he get ready to work

The alarm goes off, waking up Chris with a groan. He lets the alarm go off for a few minutes till his girlfriend whines annoyingly, "Turn it off…" Chris moves his arm to his phone and pulls it towards him. He tried to open his eyes the best he could with the brightness blinding him. He turns it off and slams the phone on the bed. He stretches and turns towards you, seeing your back. He couldn't help but kiss your shoulder.

"Good morning." he whispered and kissed your neck. You smiled and said, "good morning." Turning around, you gave him a kiss on his lips. "What do you want for lunch today?" You asked and Chris shook his head. "Sleep." You smiled and ran your hands through his messy hair. "Wish that was on the menu." You sit up and hold the sheets up to your chest. Chris chuckled at this, seeing it was stupid that you still covered yourself even if he's seen alredy seen you in your amazing birth suit. "I'll cook us something. It's my turn." Chris says and gets off the bed. He grabs his pajama pants and puts on some fluffy slippers you got him on his birthday. "You get some rest." He says. You smiled and thanked him.

Chris nods and closes the door behind him. It's a normal thing now. You moved in with him three months ago and it's become a thing. You and him take turns on who makes breakfast and lunch while the other takes a short nap or takes their time changing. He saw you were working late yesterday and decided that he'd take the time to make something while you took a nap.

You did take a nap, but ended up having nightmares of work. You open your eyes as the alarm you set goes off, making you get up and turn it off. You go through your closet and look for your work uniforms. Today you felt happy, so you wore the [F/Color] suit with its tight skirt. You smiled at it and placed it on the bed. You go to the bathroom.

Chris was wrapping up the lunch he made with paper and put it in the lunch box you got him for you and him. Chris also noticed that you have been getting stuff for him and you that actually help him. A lunch box, organized seasoning, organized dishes where they are supposed to, and much more that just makes his life easier. While he smiled to himself, he heard footsteps. He turned and saw you and he smiled.

You had your work clothes on while you looked through your purse to make sure you had everything you needed. He loves it when you wear tight clothes because he can see your rolls and how good the outfits or dresses you wear look amazing on you.

"You have everything?" You asked Chris, getting his attention. He nods and says, "Yes, got everything."

"You also have your hydro, ibuprofen, your lunch box, and extra deodorant?"

"Yes, yes, I have everything [Name]." He says and holds his backpack. He looks inside and shows you he had everything he needed. "Your wallet."

"I have that right he-" He touched the back of his pocket, then the front ones. "I don't." You smiled and handed him his wallet. "Always make sure." You say and kiss his cheek. "Go get changed. I'll put the lunch in your backpack." You say and Chris nods. He goes back to the room and looks for his work clothes. He goes to the bathroom and sees that you left the stuff he needs out.

•Car rides are fun and sometimes they aren't. It's usually quiet because you are thinking about work and so is Chris. But when you two do talk, it gets fun.

•Chris likes to ask about your work and how it's going. He likes to listen to you talk. He even turns down the radio, pulls the windows up and drives a little slower to hear you talk.

While in the car ride to work, you talked to Chris about work that happened yesterday about something you and your team will be working on. It made him notice how you give him company in car rides to work and back home. He didn't have to listen to the radio all the time anymore now that you two drive to work together.

"How about you, how's work?" You ask and hold his hand, placing it on your thigh. Chris gives it a light squeeze and goes on to explain that there is going to train a rookie they got three days ago. "Don't be cold on him." You say. You knew Chris looked intimidating when first meeting him. You were even scared to talk to him when they sent him to the lab to get something. But Chris needed up being a sweetheart. His horrible puns made you laugh and his flirting too. Soon, he asked you out for a coffee.

"I need to, it's part of my job." He says and you nod. "True. We both work two different things. I have to be patient with new workers and welcome them. You have to be harsh on them."

"Sometimes." He mentions. Chris did break the rule. He wants his team to feel welcomed and he wants that rookie to also feel that, be part of the team. He could say one of his terrible dad jokes he got from one of his team members who is a dad and says so many dad jokes every second he can.

The car is parked, making grab all your belongings. You get out of the car and walk to the door. Chris follows and is greeted by other workers. "Good morning Dr. [Last]." A worker says and you greet them back. You grab your coat and your name tag. "I'll see you later." You turn to Chris and kiss him.

•Coming back home was at different times. You are the one that usually leaves early while Chris stays to get some last information about next time's mission that will happen.

•You end up taking the car and make dinner while he is gone. If you are too tired, you grab takeout for the two of you and continue to work on paperwork or simply watch your Favorite show.

• Chris used to feel lonely coming home from work. He'd just grab whatever cold food there was and microwave it. He did sometimes make himself something, but almost every day, he'd come home tired and simply would like to sleep.

You've made his life a little easier.

•If you end up coming home late, he makes dinner, cleans, and gets your comfortable clothes ready on the shared bed.

You ended up working late today. Chris had to take the ride home alone. He had time to get some take out that you have been craving. He walks inside the house and puts the plastic bag on the kitchen counter.

He goes to the bedroom and grabs some clothes. He went to the bathroom to take a shower to get the sweat and smell off him and once he was out, he went to grab one of your comfortable shirts with your pajama shorts. He goes back to the leaving room and hears the door unlock. "I'm home!" You yelled and threw your shoes off. You took your coat off and saw Chris standing there. You smiled and walked up to him. "What's for dinner my lovely house wife?" You ask and kiss his lips. "I got us some take out that you've been craving" He whispered and lifted you up, making you scream. "Chris!"

He walks to the shared bedroom while still holding you. "Get changed, you probably feel uncomfortable with these on." He says as he unbuttoned your white shirt, making you feel your face hot and get goosebumps. "A-Alright." You say and hold his hand. "Put a movie on while I change." You say and Chris nods, a little disappointed he couldn't see. He leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

• Sleeping with Chris is the best. He's a big Buffy guy who is always warm when you hug him. So cuddles are a thing you two do in bed.

• He is usually the big spoon, but doesn't mind being the small spoon. He sometimes even wants to just bury his face in your chest while you run your fingers through his hair.

•He doesn't talk much when it comes at night. Neither do you. But if it's gossip about work, you must tell your boyfriend. It's the first thing you have to tell him.

•Chris falls asleep by your voice. He finds it peaceful and just feeling your warmth with him makes him sleepier.

• He likes to run his hands all over your body. He likes to feel the rolls on your body. He finds them sexy >;)

You brushed your teeth beside Chris in the bathroom. He had just finished brushing his teeth. Chris walks out and lays on the bed, waiting for you. You wash your mouth with water and turn off the water, clean your face, and turn off the light. You walked to the bed and lay next to Chris.

Chris lays his head on your chest and you smile. You turn off the lamp and run your hands through his hair. "How was work?"

"Horrible. They made me stay extra just because someone else messed up and I had to clean for them. They mixed up the wrong chemicals, which caused a mess, and I had to re-write the records for them. I am their supervisor after all, so I didn't really pay attention." You say and sigh. "I still think it's a little unfair." You say. He just nods, finally feeling the hit of sleep come to him.

Chris has struggled with sleeping. He'd move from one side to the other, flip the pillow, shuffle, and then groan because he can't sleep. But now that he has you on his side and being able to just be with you, it's made him sleep much easier. Yes, he has those days where he can't sleep. But just your warmth makes him sleepy just how he makes you sleepy. "How about I make us something for dinner tomorrow?"

"That would be…great…" Chris mumbles and closes his eyes. Soon, you hear him snoring. You smiled and your eyes, falling asleep.

Heart for Brains - Chris Redfield x GN!Reader

Tsumugi says: Yaaay! I'm finally able to post this!! Then I'll work on my Leon fic! Yaaay enjoy! Title of fic inspired by Heart for Brains by Roar! Also thank you to my good friend @melanch0lybeepboop for the pet names! Enjoy this somewhat steamy fluff y'all come get y'all juice! Mwah! ♡

Before you read: mentions of trauma (Chris's part), slight guilt/insecurity (Chris again), neck kisses, pet names, and, of course, gender neutral reader!

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

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

Calling Chris a worrywart was an understatement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chris Redfield, the man with a heart for a brain, had his eyes (and heart) set on you. And only you. Nothing could change that.

Any headcanons on merman! Chris Redfield?

Chris is one of the more friendlier mermen in the aquarium. He doesn't mind swimming around in front of them, and sometimes, he will show off a little for younger children.

He's quite large with a darker tone of scales rather than more vibrant. His form takes a similar manner as a shark.

This merman is very curious about humans and their ways. Give him any item, and he will be entranced by it for a good few minutes until he figures out what it is. If he doesn't understand its purpose, he will ask what it was.

Given his form, Chris does require a lot of enrichment and exercise.

Who would be more willing to teach their s/o to defend themselves, Leon Kennedy or Chris Redfield? Or both?

You would have to convince Leon to even think about teaching you to defend yourself, unless he feels that you need to, like if you get jumped or something. Though, with some convincing, he’ll think about it giving you a knife or small handgun to protect yourself with.

Chris, on the other hand, would be more willing to teach you, though he is a little hesitant at first about the idea. He doesn’t want anything to happen to you, especially when he’s unable to. He’ll give you a knife or something for you to keep on your person.

ʷᵒʳᵏᵃʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ

~ Miguel O' Hara (fluff)

And he's doing it... again. Work there, work that, work everywhere! He didn't have anytime for you and it makes you really hella sad. You two didn't have a proper dinner time together, no cuddles, no good morning/night kisses and more! It's a nightmare.

And here you are, standing behind your husband, who has his eyes glued to the monitors in front of him. He's not even looking at you! You're just standing there like an idiot; you're not even sure if he even knows you're here. You know that he's tired and wants to rest, but he keeps denying it. Concerned in your eyes, "Cariño, please take a rest for a moment," you said with concern, but he didn't reply. You feel like you're slowly losing him to his work, and it's breaking your heart. You miss the way things used to be between you two, and you're not sure how much longer you can handle this. Your body then moved closer to him, gently wrapping your hands around his waist, making sure he wouldn't startle. You placed your head on his back and said, "Miguel, Please?" you said, hoping a reply coming from him. You then felt his body turning to you, so now you were facing each other. Just as you were about to open your mouth, he immediately cut you off with a tight hug that made your stomach flutter. You felt his warm breath on your neck as he whispered, "I'm sorry. Querida, siento haberte apartado por mi trabajo..." (My dear, I'm sorry that I pushed you away for my work..) You hugged him back, and buried your face in his neck too. "It's alright... just promise me to not overwork yourself?" He pulled away slightly to look at you, and you can clearly see eye bags under his eyes, "I will, querida"

Chris Redfield reacting to you crying

Chris Redfield x GN! Reader

Word count: 367

Warnings: Crying 

Summary: Chris does his best to comfort you despite how emotionally constipated he is

A/N: we don’t need to unpack why this is one of my favorite prompts, we just don’t 

His first instinct is to fight. Not you, but whoever or whatever made you cry. Chris isn’t the best with emotional problems. When it comes to his own tears he usually opts to bottle them up. But he knows that that’s not the best solution and he would NEVER encourage you to bottle up your emotions. 

Somehow though, despite how bad he is with his own problems, he’s much better at helping others. Maybe it came from taking care of Claire, maybe it came from his long and eclectic career, but he’s gotten pretty good at handling someone crying. Once, of course, he takes a moment to calm himself down. 

He starts by sitting beside you. He’d even sit on the floor if that’s where you are. He tries his best to get down to your level, even if that means slouching over and rounding his back. He’ll ask before he touches you, and if you refuse he has no problem keeping his hands to himself. He’d ask if you’re ok, and if you need anything. Mustering every ounce of calm he can into his voice. 

The moment you make a request he is scrambling to meet it. Want water? Here it is. Food? Coming right up. Silence? Dark? Done and done. If you don’t know what you want, or can’t vocalize what you want. Then he will guide you though some breathing exercises to calm you down before he asks again. His main goal is to calm you down enough to stop crying. Once you do he will ask you what happened. 

Fighting is still on the table. Everything is on the table. He is ready and willing to fulfill any request. Once you explain what’s wrong he is solutions oriented. He wants to help, he wants to fix it. More than likely though you just want him to listen to you. You’re gonna have to tell him. But once you do Chris is more than happy to sit and listen. He does understand that, most people just want someone to listen, but sometimes he forgets. Especially when it comes to you. He wants so badly to protect you, that his first instinct is to fight.