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Last Night on Earth Pt. 7

(Ethan Winters x Gn!Reader)

okayyy I wanted this chapter to be longer but I was already taking too long with it so I just wanted to get it out already lmaooo

THIS IS NOT THE END BTW!!! there is more chapters coming after this

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9

“Okay, there’s your tea. Do you need anything else? Another pillow?”

“Momma,” you laughed, shaking your head, “I’m fine. Thank you, really. You don’t have to wait on me hand and foot, ya know,”

She sighed, giving you a tight lipped smile. “When did you get so grown up?”

“Like, five seconds ago, I think?”

She laughed and left the living room, and you grabbed the TV remote to begin mindlessly scrolling through channels. Of course, there was nothing good on. Never was this time of day. Besides reruns of Law & Order: SVU. That was always a good brain killer.

The familiar base and funky guitar riff began to play, but before you could get any further, your brother was jumping over the back of the couch and snatching the remote out of your hand, changing the channel to some raunchy cartoon you had less than zero interest in watching.

“There’s a TV in your room, asswipe.”

“This one’s bigger, shithead.”

“Just because I have a broken leg and a fractured rib, doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass.”

“Hey!”

You turned your head, seeing your father come into the room before taking the remote out of Lucas’s hand and shutting off the TV.

“You two knuckleheads need to cut the shit. Lucas, go do something. Don’t want you sittin’ around all day doing nothin’.”

He cursed and grumbled to himself, storming off like an upset toddler. When he was out of sight, your father took his spot next to you, and turned the TV back on, and switched to American Pickers.

You arched a brow. “Really?”

“Hey, they find some cool stuff on here.”

You shake your head and smile, choosing to watch rather than argue. When Zoe passed by, she grimaced and made a disgusted noise.

“Again?”

“Oh, I’m guessing this one is popular?” you asked.

“He only watched it almost every day you were gone.” Regardless of her opinion, Zoe sat on the couch.

You shrugged. “Well, I wanna see what all the hype is about then.”

You looked up at your father with a small smile, and he just put a hand on your head and mussed with your hair.

“I knew you were my favorite for a reason.”

“Hey!” Zoe cried.

Your father laughed, and you looked down at your cast that was adorned with the signatures of your family. Your mother had written “Mom” in neat cursive with a heart right on the front. A stark contrast to the big, jagged letters of your brother’s name that stretched vertically up the entire side. Zoe’s name was smaller, The Z underlining the rest of her name, and your dad wrote right under your mother’s signature, with a few uplifting words.

“Our strong little soldier.”

Your fingers gently ran over the rough edge of your cast, and you smiled. Recovery would be rough, sitting around being able to do nothing while your body wanted to stay active. And the promise of sleep without nightmares was almost impossible. But, at least you had your family here to help you get through it. And you couldn’t ask for anything better.

***

The smell of spices and cooking veggies was the first thing to disturb your slumber. Then the muttering of voices slowly trickled in your ears before you lifted your head with a groan.

“Well, look who’s finally awake.”

Your fingers dug into worn leather, one hand reaching up to wipe at your eyes as your vision adjusted to the soft lighting in the room. When you sat up and came face to face with the person that spoke, your breath froze in your lungs.

“You okay, hun? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

A gentle hand was placed against your forehead, and your eyes narrowed.

“Momma?”

She smiled, brushing your hair away from your forehead.”Come on, dinner’s almost ready.”

You watched as she walked away before looking down at your hands, and you recognized the living room couch you currently rested on. Everything looked just as it did. Before Eveline came into your lives. The hum of the TV intermingling with the voices of your family in the other room. The smell of delicious food coming from the kitchen.

You pinched yourself.

Nothing. No way this was real.

Standing up, you hesitantly made your way through the dining room and watched your mother as she stood over a big pot of stew, Zoe right beside her pouring glasses of tea.

“Lucas, could you help set the table, please?”

Your brother groaned, shoved his phone in his pocket, and stood from the table.

No. This was all too normal. Too real. But it couldn’t be. You were just running for your life seconds ago with—

Ethan!

Frantically rushing forward, your hand grasped the doorknob of the double doors, but the sound of your mother saying your name had you pausing.

“Oh! Darlin’, could you go fetch your father? He’s down in the garage working on that car again.”

Slowly turning, you gave your mom an uneasy grin and exited the kitchen. Making sure the doors closed behind you, you took a second to take a deep breath, trying to gain some sense of thought. You knew this wasn’t real. You knew it was probably some hyper realistic dream something conjured up in your brain. But, the more you stood there to take it all in, you realized that you didn’t feel uneasy or scared. You felt… calm. Like this was just another normal day in your old life, in your home, where everything was safe and okay.

It felt right.

Taking another breath, you descended the steps to the garage and caught your father bent under the hood of his car, fiddling with something near the engine.

“D… Daddy?”

He lifted his head, giving you a glance. “Hey! Pass me that flathead over there, would you?”

Your head followed his finger to the toolbox resting on the bench, grabbing the screwdriver and placing it in his grease covered hand.

“Momma said dinner’s ready.”

Letting out a grunt, he stood to his full height and faced you, wiping off his hands with a dirty rag. He smiled, and it immediately made your heart ache.

“Best not keep her waiting, then.”

Swallowing thickly, you nodded, casting your eyes to the concrete floor. Your father went to walk past you, but you heard his shoes scrape against the floor as he stopped, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you okay, kid?”

You tightly pressed your lips together to try and keep them from trembling, but you couldn’t hide your red rimmed eyes from him as you looked up, and his expression dropped.

“Oh, kiddo.”

Choking on a sob, your father wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug whilst you buried your face in his shirt. He smelled like cologne and car oil, a smell you’d never not associate with him. It felt surreal to be in his arms, to feel the warmth of his embrace surrounding you. You almost forgot what it felt like.

“Come on. You gonna tell me what’s troublin’ you?”

You sniffled, shaking your head and gripping the back of his shirt. You couldn’t bear letting him go. Not when you just got him back.

“I’m scared, daddy. I’m so damn scared, and I just— I don’t know—”

“Shhh. We don’t gotta talk about that right now. Whatever it is, you know your momma and I will help you through it.”

Another sob wracked your body, and your father pulled your face out of his chest to brush his thumbs over your cheeks, gently wiping away the fountain of tears pouring down.

“Hey, don’t you worry about a thing right now. You’re too young to be stressin’ about silly things.”

You willed yourself to laugh, leaning into his hand. His touch was warm, familiar.

Shit.

You didn’t think this would hurt so much.

You knew none of it was real, but god, if you didn’t want to stay here forever. You’d be blissfully unaware of the outside, living the rest of your life in the warm presence of your loving family. You missed them more than words could ever express, and your heart ached with the thought of what your future with your family could’ve been if that little girl never showed up.

The reminder hit you like a ton of bricks, and you thought of Ethan. Where was he if you were here? You didn’t even know what here was. Were you dead? Were you dreaming? You wanted it to be real. You never wanted anything more than this. But you couldn’t abandon Ethan.

You couldn’t say goodbye again, either.

“I… I don’t know what to do, daddy. I feel like I’m just messing everything up, a-and i don’t know how to fucking fix it. I—”

You were cut off with another cry, and your father pulled your head into his chest again.

“Please. Please just tell me what to do, daddy. I don’t know what to do.”

Your voice and sobs were muffled in his shirt, holding onto him tightly as he softly quieted you.

“Well first, you’re gonna straighten that head up.” He made you step back, using his fingers to lift your chin so you held your head high. “You’re gonna wipe away those tears.” You did as he said, swiping your hands over your cheeks. “And you’re gonna be the strong soldier that we know you are.” He grabbed your shoulders, giving them a squeeze. “You are strong. And you will figure out whatever it is because you’re a Baker.”

Sniffling, you nodded and mustered up a small smile for your father. He was right. He always was. But you certainly didn’t feel as strong or courageous as he saw you.

“Now there’s one more thing you need to do, okay?”

You nodded, straightening your shoulders.

“... Wake up.”

***

Ringing.

Ringing

More fucking ringing.

Christ, could someone shut that shit up?!

You startled with a gasp, body shooting up and your hand covering your chest to feel your heart thumping against your ribcage. There were hands on your arms and your name spewed frantically from Ethan. His voice sounded raw and hoarse, and when he gently grabbed your face so he could look at you properly, his eyes were red and his cheeks were stained with tears.

“You’re okay. Shit, you’re okay,” he says, choking on a breath as if he’s about to cry again.

“You’ve been crying.”

It’s all you can say, and he almost looks surprised as he lets out a dry laugh, his hand adjusting its position on your jaw.

“So have you.”

You didn’t realize until he said something that you had fresh tears rolling down your face that he gently swiped away with his thumb. The look in his eyes, it was like he was seeing a ghost. A mix of relief and disbelief swirling around in them.

“You died.”

Your chest seized with a breath, brows furrowing as you shook your head. “How is that possible? I—”

“I don’t know. I-I… I was holding you one minute and then the next you— shit. You just stopped breathing. A-And I couldn’t feel your heart anymore, and you were just—”

“I saw them, Ethan. My momma and pops. And Lucas and Zoe were there. They—”

When you moved your arm, you realized it didn’t hurt as much as it did before. In fact, it didn’t hurt at all. You experimentally flexed your muscles and bent it at the elbow. It felt fine. Normal. Then, you were taking off your bandages, and your eyes widened when you saw that all your cuts and bruises were gone. Faint scars remain where they were.

“Holy shit. Check my back.”

You turned your back to Ethan, and you heard him gasp softly. The tips of his fingers gently brushed against your skin, causing a slight shiver to run through you, and he whispered out a curse.

“They’re healed.”

When you stood on your feet, you felt brand new. Rejuvenated. A wide smile broke out on your face, and you couldn’t help but laugh. It was like you could take down a whole army!

“Holy shit,” you laughed, and Ethan stood. “I’m fucking invincible!”

Ethan’s own smile formed at the sight of yours, and before he knew it, you were grabbing his face and planting a hard but quick kiss on his cheek. You pulled away and ran into the next room before you could see the blush take over his face, and he cleared his throat as he followed after you.

“Hey, what are you—”

He cut himself off, and the room felt cold suddenly. It was like your mood did a complete shift, and he carefully watched you as you examined a photo that was resting on a table near an old, shabby couch. He recognised the room from when he first tried to save Mia. That felt so long ago now.

“There’s somethin’ I never told you, Ethan.”

Okay, that didn’t make him worried at all. You sighed, and handed him the photo. He looked at it closely, and saw it was a picture of the old lady in the wheelchair he saw when he first woke up in the house. He always assumed it was your grandmother, but now that he thought about it, you never mentioned her in your retelling of your family memories. Not once.

Then he turned the photo over.

E-001

Holy shit.

“Eveline.”

You nodded, and the look on your face spoke more than any words you could muster.

“I meant to tell you, I just… I couldn't find time to fit it into casual conversation, I guess. You know, with the whole running and fighting for our lives and all that.”

“Not much good the information would’ve done me, anyway. Although, the shock factor certainly has me speechless.”

You shrugged. “Could always do with a good ‘holy shit’ moment.”

“Mm. I think I already had one of those when you died and came back to life.”

“Sorry, I was saving that party trick for later.”

Ethan chuckled, but it quickly turned into a gasp when he reached the top of the stairs of the guest house, and the image of Eveline appeared in front of him. You were shocked to see it, too, knowing these weren’t your memories.

As you got closer, she disappeared, and her voice echoed through the dark, empty space.

“It’s your fault!”

Ethan stumbled back with a breath. “Why are we seeing this?”

You shook your head. Maybe Eveline knew. Knew that her end was getting closer. Maybe this was her last hurrah, a final attempt at striking fear through you to keep you from going after her. You knew she was afraid, herself. Because deep down under all that evil, and all that spite, there was just a little girl. A little girl who wanted nothing more than to have a family of her own, and it was ripped away from her. You could remember when you wanted that, too. More than anything. You just wished she had the similar story you did. Where a family did want you. A family loved you. But she would die, a child trapped in an elderly woman’s body.

What a sick joke.

When Mia suddenly stepped out in front of you and grabbed Ethan’s hand, you jumped back. But she ignored you, and when you looked behind her to see Eveline again, you realized it was another memory.

“Kill him, mommy.”

Ethan was slammed against the wall, and black crawled over Mia’s skin before she was raising a screwdriver and stabbing it through his hand. You almost screamed, terrified that he was actually hurt for a split second. But then she disappeared, and Eveline was right in his face.

“He doesn’t want to be my daddy? Then he can die.”

A deep breath shuddered through Ethan, and you helped him up onto his feet. He gripped your hand. Hard.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, just… Feels so long ago when all this happened. Hardly feels real.”

You grabbed his bicep.

“This is it, Ethan. All of this, everything that’s happened tonight, it will be a distant memory. For all of us.”

He looked up at you through lidded eyes, and his hand squeezed.

“All of it?”

You chuckled and pulled away. “Most of it.”

His fingers gently caught against yours when you pulled away, and you sent him a small grin. But it quickly dropped from your face when you heard the revving of a chainsaw and turned to see Mia rushing at you.

“Holy shit—”

When she swung at Ethan, you couldn’t stop the scream that left you that time. But as the chainsaw came down, it just went right through him. He frantically ran a hand over his torso, like he was checking to see if he was still in one piece. And the look he gave you seemed like he was shocked to find out that he was.

“Ethan—”

He rushed by you without a word, taking the stairs to the second floor two at a time.

“Ethan!”

Quickly following after him, you almost cursed him out for rushing on ahead of you. That was until Evie appeared again, and Ethan had the syringe out and ready. She physically recoiled at the sight, screaming her disdain, and the force practically flung you and Ethan right off your feet.

“No, no, no! Stay away!”

When she screamed again, Ethan landed on his back, but not before shoving the syringe in your hand. The glass and metal was cold against your skin, watching it roll in your palm before you curled your fingers around it and gripped it tightly. So tight you thought you might break it, but you couldn’t risk having it fly out of your hands. It was like a brick wall was pushing back against you, that feeling like you were running in a dream where you just couldn’t move forward.

“Get away from me! Please! We can be a family!”

You finally got close enough to grip her shoulder, and you felt sorrowful.

“I’m sorry, Evie.”

The needle sunk into the junction between her neck and shoulder, and she screamed. It was so loud it almost burst your eardrums, ringing deep in your skull and ratling your brain. You winced as a bright light blinded you before the image of the little girl vanished, and in front of you was an old woman in a wheelchair. She looked up at you, tears in her eyes.

“... Why does everyone hate me?”

The words were like a knife striking your heart, and you kneeled down to touch her cold, bony hand.

“Goodbye, Eveline.”

Ethan finally joined you, but you both were jumping back when she suddenly stood out of her chair and began vomiting black ooze at your feet. She was shouting as her features morphed and melted, a look of horror forming on your face, and her body was nothing more than a puddle of mold and goo on the floor by the end of it.

“Damn you! Damn you all to Hell!”

Everything seemed to unfold before your eyes, a horrible situation only growing worse as mold quickly crawled over every imaginable surface around you, swallowing any remaining light, and formed a giant mass right in the middle of the wall. The mold shifted, and a horrible face was revealed under the mass, lashing out and screaming.

“Holy fuck!”

Your finger was on the trigger faster than you could think, pumping as many bullets as you could into the thing. You heard the boom of Ethan’s shotgun go off next to you, the sound making your ears ring, but nothing seemed to work. She was just getting closer and closer, jaw unhinged like she was ready to take a bite out of you.

“Ethan, I don’t think—!”

The floor rumbled under your feet when Ethan shot directly into Eveline’s eye and she screamed, the mold around her forming long tentacle like tendrils. The roof began to collapse, but she was grabbing you before you could run and thrusting you both through the broken roof. Ethan screamed, but you couldn’t see him. The mold had practically consumed him.

But then you were flying. Falling. Your sight full of nothing but clear blue skies.

It was beautiful.

Then the air was forced out of your lungs and you went tumbling through the dirt. It was like your lungs were on fire, desperately trying to suck air back into your body. It was only then that Ethan landed next to you, screaming out in pain. You tried to reach out for him, but he was too far, and you could barely move. Not when pain was shooting up your legs and back.

“Ethan. Ethan!”

He turned his head, staring at you with wide, horrified eyes. Your attention was quickly drawn away, though, when the mutated Eveline burst through the roof of the guest house and came rushing down at you. She had only gotten bigger, more monstrous. It was unreal.

Pain shot through your leg, and you put a new mag in your gun. “Fuck, this is not how I planned the rest of my day going!”

Bullets seemed almost pointless for something this big. Like it would just absorb everything you shot at it.Your grip tightened around your gun. You couldn’t get this far just to lay on your back and die. Not when you’re so damn close to finishing all this.

Ethan cried out, and you looked over to see that the mold had pierced through his leg and was lifting him into the air, his gun flying out of his hands. Fear surged through you, and you screamed his name, reaching up like you could grab him and pull him back down. He was flung across the yard, rolling only further away from you. You felt so fucking useless. Like you couldn’t protect him. Couldn’t save him. Your friends' faces flashed in your mind.

You wouldn’t let him meet the same fate.

You struggled to your feet with a strained cry, limping your way towards Ethan with pain shooting up your legs every dragged step of the way. Everything hurt so fucking much. You could practically feel every bone in your body aching and begging for rest. But you couldn’t stop. Not when Ethan was in trouble. Not when he could die if you didn’t do anything.

“Come on. Come on.”

You limply raised your arm, the weight of your gun heavy in your hand, and shot the remaining bullets in your clip. Then you heard the steady beating of helicopter wings, and for a second, you thought you were back in the field. Trying to protect your friends while taking out the enemy. But then you looked up, and you saw them.

They were real.

You couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. You briefly wondered if it was just a trick of the light. If it was a memory Eveline was playing for you. But you knew what her hallucinations looked like. This was too real to be one.

There was a muffled shout coming from Ethan’s direction, and you looked over to see him crawl for a gun a few feet away before shooting at Evie. The gun was more powerful than you’d ever seen a standard handgun be, and you could physically see the kickback even from how far away you were. Evie was hiding her face, trying to shield herself behind her mold, but Ethan was fast, reacting quick and getting a shot in whenever he could.

She thrashed around in the air, screaming bloody murder and cursing you and Ethan to Hell. Slowly, you watched as her face began to turn white, solidifying her features and crawling down her mutated form until she stopped moving. It was like a building coming down when she fell, landing right at Ethan’s feet. Chunks of her fell off and turned to dust at the force, and the ground shook beneath your feet. But holy shit.

It was over.

She was dead.

You were free.

Debris and ash fell around you, and you watched Eveline’s face crumble to pieces. Your legs struggled to move, but you willed them as hard as you could despite the pain rushing through them.

“Ethan!”

His head snapped towards you, and you could see him mouth your name. He struggled onto his feet, and your muscles burned with the fire of your efforts to reach him. Face wet with fresh tears, you steadily closed the distance between you until you were just a few feet away, but the pain in your legs finally caught up to you, and you stumbled on your feet. Ethan was right there, though, and you were crashing into his chest with a sob, hands gripping the back of his shirt.

He held you so tight it hurt, your ribs crushing your lungs as you struggled to breathe through broken cries. But you didn’t care, because it felt good to be in his arms again, knowing you were safe.

He buried his face in your hair, hand coming up to hold the back of your head, and pressed his lips against your temple.

“We’re okay. Fuck, you’re okay.”

You pulled back to look at him, his eyes frantically searching your face, and you laughed. His smile soon matched yours, and he carefully wiped away a rogue tear before it could dry on your face. The sight of people in full body armor sliding down ropes from the helicopters had you stepping away, but you put yourself in front of Ethan when one of them came towards you, his mask imposing and threatening. Not to mention just how big this person looked underneath all of it.

When he pulled his headgear off, it revealed the face of a man older than Ethan, crows feet around his eyes and grey at his temples. His brown hair was cropped short, and stubble surrounded the tight lipped smile he gave you.

“I’m Redfield.”

He held out his hand, and you clapped yours against it for a firm shake.

“What the hell took you guys so long?”

He chuckled, and directed you to a few of his squad members.

“They’ll see to your injuries over there. There’s a helicopter waiting to take you out of here.”

Ethan gripped the man’s arm before he could walk away, worry washing over his face. “Mia, is she—?”

“We found her. She’s fine.”

Ethan visibly relaxed, and you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Come on. Let’s go get you patched up, cowboy.”

He smiled, and you both leaned against each other's side for support. But, while you were walking away, you heard the man speak into his com, muttering something. Then you heard a name.

Lucas.

You froze, and before Ethan could express his concern, you told him to go on ahead. He hesitated, not wanting to go too far away from you, but you reassured him with a smile and pushed him forward. Making sure his back was turned to you, you quickly— well, as quick as you could— maneuvered around and walked back towards the older man, loudly clearing your throat. He turned, eyebrow raised.

“You guys are looking for Lucas?”

“You know him?”

“He’s my brother.”

He nodded, as if you confirmed something. “Right. You’re the one the Baker’s adopted.”

Your eyes widened. “How the hell—?”

“We’ve done extensive research and background checks on your brother, including the rest of the family. Military. Special forces. Put on medical leave. Then you disappeared.”

You scoffed. “Yeah. Held captive more like. Look, if you’re going after him, I’m coming with you.”

He shook his head without a second thought. “Absolutely not. I won’t have any civilian casualties on my watch—”

“I don’t believe I was asking,” you said through gritted teeth. You let out a huff. “I can help, okay? I know his tricks, I know what kind of fucked up shit he’s got going through his head to know what moves he’s probably gonna pull. And…” You swallowed thickly, trying to keep your anger from boiling over at the thought of that asshole. “He hurt my sister, the people I care about. He tried to fucking kill us. If anyone’s taking down this bastard, it’s gonna be me.”

Redfield seemed to stew on your words, thinking a bit too long for your liking before letting out a sigh.

“Even if I wanted you to come, you’re in no position to go. You can barely stand on your feet.”

“Then pump me full of adrenaline, give me a super shot, anything. I don’t care. I’m going.”

You turned around and walked to where Ethan was receiving medical attention, his eyes watching that entire interaction.

“You always this stubborn?” Redfield shouted after you.

You raised your middle finger, and the man that was once tending to Ethan stepped to the side so you could tell him the situation. You could tell he was hesitant to let you go off on what he probably viewed as a suicide mission, but your hard stare and unrelenting attitude made him cave, and he was shoving a large needle with a strange green liquid inside it in your arm the within the next few seconds. You winced at the painful pinch, but the sensation that washed over you made you feel like you were back to one-hundred percent almost. He then explained that the next shot he was giving you was the vaccine, sticking it in the opposite arm. If you were honest, you didn’t feel any different after it. But maybe that was because Eveline was dead, and she had no hold on you anymore. “It’s not a permanent solution. You’ll still need a hospital visit and have your wounds properly looked at and dressed, but it’ll do for now.”

You nodded as you had your wounds cleaned and rewrapped with fresh gauze. Ethan looked at you confused.

“Wait, what? What does he mean?”

You sighed. He wasn’t going to like this.

“I’m going with them to find Lucas. I’m not letting my brother get away.”

Ethan stood despite other’s protests, shaking his head.

“You can’t do that! We— shit, we killed Eveline! Let these guys handle him!”

“Ethan—”

“No! Fuck, I’m not gonna stand by and let you put yourself in danger! Not when I just got you back!”

You stood there, shocked. Honestly, if you were in Ethan’s shoes, you’d react the same if he decided to suddenly go off fighting without you. But, you couldn’t let Lucas get away from you. Not after everything he did to you. And Zoe. And Ethan.

He gulped, tears lining his eyes. “Please, I— Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

It was like the air was punched out of you, taking in a shuddered breath as you reached forward and held Ethan’s face. Fuck, his eyes were pretty.

“Don’t forget about me.”

Chapped and bloodied lips pressed against his in an almost desperate measure to memorize him, the feel of his body pressed up against you, his smell, the way he tasted. Ethan sighed against your mouth as his hand came up to carefully hold your jaw. Whereas the last kiss was a reassurance in a moment of doubt, this one almost felt like a goodbye. One final act to remember each other before you were sent off into the void again. Ethan didn’t want to let you go. He couldn’t. Not when this felt so right and you were in his arms and kissing him and you were here. With him. Not off getting yourself killed by whatever your sick, demented brother had planned. You were safe. And he wanted to keep it that way.

But, he knew he couldn’t stop you. Knew that you needed this closure. So he pulled away from your lips with a soft gasp, and rested his forehead against yours.

“You know I couldn’t.”

You smiled, slowly pulling away, and a looming presence appeared behind you.

“Come on. We gotta get you geared up.”

You turned around, giving Redfield a two finger mock salute.

“Yes, sir.”

Ethan chuckled as you walked away, and you heard a low grumble.

“It’s Captain.”

“Sir Captain?”

“Captain Redfield.”

“Ahh. So first name basis is a no go? I mean, you know all about me apparently—”

“Is this really why you got sent home? For running your mouth?”

You turned abruptly, hands on your hips as you tilted your head up to look at this absolute behemoth of a man.

“I’d like to know whose life I’m putting in my hands, if you don’t mind. Little something called having trust in your team.”

He sighed, and you knew you were putting more wrinkles in his forehead and greys in his hair by each passing second. You almost smiled.

“It’s Chris.”

You curtly nodded when he reached out his hand, and instead of taking it, your fist was quick as lightning when it hit his bicep. He barely flinched. And now your knuckles hurt.

The fuck is his workout routine?

“Let’s get this show on the road then, Hercules.”

He wordlessly shrugged as you walked away, and Ethan couldn’t help but look on with a fond smile.

Yeah. He couldn’t forget about you if he tried.

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un-named-thing · 2 years

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I saw your getting back into Resident Evil so I thought I'd give you something to write.

So this will be a gender neutral reader with the villains or antagonist as some may call getting praised and how they would react, it doesn't have to be all it can be a few, or the ones from your favourite Resident Evil game.

Delete or ignore if you don't feel up to this.

I only did male characters cause why not

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Resident evil characters x gn!reader

Summary: how different resident evil characters react to you praising them.

Cw: fluff, kinda suggestive,

Leon Kennedy:

The way leon reacts to praise depends on which leon we're talking about.

Re2 leon either way would get quite flustered but if it's in a suggestive setting then he can't even speak proper sentences. Basically becomes a flustered mess.

Leon after re2 would most like simply say thank you, or not respond at all. However in a suggestive situation he is once again a mess. Maybe not so much but kinda similar.

Chris Redfeild:

In a general setting, he smiles If you praise him. He'd laugh while saying thank you. He loves to hear praise from you.

In a suggestive setting he's more cocky and praise you back. He loves to hear your praise in this type of setting even more.

Carlos Oliveira:

He eats this shit up. He loves it. Will get all gidy and happy if you praise him.

This man is quite a cocky mf. So in a more suggestive situation he's saying something cocky in return if he's not a blushing mess.

Albert Wesker:

He's a slight bitch. I'm not joking here.

In general he would say a simple thank you or sometimes not even respond. But there is that moment when he actually appreciates the prasie.

In a suggestive situation. He's laughing at you. (Not like in a bad way) but he likes it. He adores it when you praise him in a suggestive situation.

Billy coen:

He's the type to at first laugh praise of and then realise its genuine. I have a feeling this man isn't exactly used to praise.

He'd most likely laugh of any type of praise before just, blushing and realising you mean it.

In a suggestive setting, he loves to hear you praise him and just looked at you with the most love struck eyes in the world.

Ethan Winters:

Ethan in general he likes praise alot. If you praise him he would smile and blush. Laughing in slight embarrassment.

In a suggestive situation he's is a mess. He blushes alot and tries to shut you up even tho he doesn't want you to.

Karl Heisenberg:

100% isn't used to praise and doesn't know how to react.

In general he's just shocked that you praised him at all. He gets so confused. But loves it straight away

In a suggestive setting he is less shocked at the praise. He wants you to praise him. He almost begs for it. And absolutely melts when you do praise him.

Jake Muller:

Why do I feel like most of these men don't get much praise, jake muller being one of them.

He thought you where joking the first time but then he kinda froze for a second and then was like 'okay then.'

In a suggestive situation he'd kiss you to shut you up but he wants you to keep praising him. It does something to him.

Luis sera:

We all know what this man is like, right.

He would be so flattered if you praised him. Just like all the rest, he loves the praise. It boosts his ego.

In a suggestive situation if you praise him it makes him all cocky and confident. And he just wants to hear you.

Piers Nivans:

If you praise him simply just in general, for achieving something or something along those lines, it brings a smile to his face. He'd blush and absolutely love the attention.

If it's in a more suggestive setting he would blush like crazy and attempted to hide his face.

He'd blush even harder if you make alot of direct eye contact or try and take his hands away from his face.

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Some of these men desperately need praise.

#resident evil #resident evil x gn reader #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy #chris redfeild #carlos oliveira #albert wesker #billy coen #ethan winters #karl heisenberg #jake muller #luis sera #piers nivans

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hobvitr · 8 months

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alright my resident evil village brainrot came back and i would really love to write smth about the characters, im accepting requests for the tagged ones !!

#resident evil village #ethan winters x reader #alcina dimitriscu x reader #donna benevento x reader #chris redfield x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #re village #lady dimitrescu #fem!reader #gn!reader

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winterseslvr · 2 months

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"its not paranoia if they're really out to get you."

((winterseslvr))

-- welcome to my blog! i write fics for mainly !m reader and occasionally !gn reader. if you're looking for !f reader content... this blog is not for you. sorry!

-- which characters do you write for?

- almost every resi character, there are ones i won't write for

- if there are any other characters,,, ill add them to this list eventually, but for now im sticking to just resi.

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i do take requests! feel free to ask for any! nsfw is totally fine, sfw is also very fine aswell. i do have limitations when it comes to nsfw, though. if i don't do your request, it's most likely because i wasn't comfortable writing whatever you may have asked for.

#hhhhh #idk if this intro post is even good rahhh #anyways pleaseeeee feel free to ask me requestsss :33 #ethan winters #resident evil #re8 #re8 village #residentevil #re7 #re7 biohazard #resident evil 7 #male reader #m reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x m reader #gn reader

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bomber-grl · 20 days

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Cuddle/Sleep Headcanons 💤🌙

Pairing(s): characters x Gn!reader

Character(s): Percy, Jason, Leo, Frank, Hazel, Annabeth, Piper, Calypso, Ethan, Nico, Octavian, Reyna

Percy Jackson

He’s a horrible sleeper

I mean sure, you can sleep and cuddle like the couple you are

However, that doesn’t stop him from sleeping wildly

Limbs sprawled all over the freaking place and the only reason you know is because of the concerning amount of times you’ve woken up under some of them

To make it worse?

He’s a blanket hogger

He doesn’t rlly hog it in the sense that he steals it all

I mean he does, but he sorta just slides off the bed and takes the rest of the blanket with him

The urge to just 🔫

But yea 😞

Nice to cuddle with but not to sleep with sorry not sorry

6/10

Jason Grace

Kinda stiff ngl

Like damn bitch, you live like this?

Plus he sleeps on his back face up 😭😭😭

Like wtf Jason

Are u ok?

In terms of actually cuddling, he’s pretty good

His arms are firm and his hugs are tight yet comforting

Plus he smells pretty good

Like no joke

I’d kinda see you sleeping on his chest since bro sleeps on his back

It’s nice but the stiffness is not appreciated 🙅

Atleast he’s not a blanket hogger and he’s quite considerate with the blankets and stuff

8/10

Leo Valdez

He sleeps two different ways

The first way is pretty compacted

What I mean is, he sleeps he sleeps bundled up by the blanket in a blanket burrito

The other one is where he sleeps sprawled out, limbs all over the place, blanket discarded

Just like Percy

So when he’s in a blanket burrito best believe he’s taking you with him

He usually does this during winter because he naturally runs hot

Anyway, he pulls you in and kinda bundled the blanket around you two for you guys to cuddle and be as close as possible

But when he’s sprawled out with his limbs everywhere he likes to cuddle with you on top of him

That or you’re abused and crushed by him in your sleep

Plus yknow how he runs hot? Well it’s absolute hell

It’s so hot and honestly suffocating when he’s sleeping on you 💀

Throw him on the ground pls

Ima rate him a 7/10 cuz he ain’t bad and if anything I love him so 🤷

Frank Zhang

He’s the best

Sorta…

He’s obviously huge so

He fully embraces you and hugs you so it’s pretty comfortable

And he sleeps on his side or stomach so there’s plenty of room

Even if he’s a bit stiff he’s still pretty nice to cuddle with

He’s pretty considerate on how you like to sleep/cuddle

He likes holding you so he’s not that picky

Honestly nothing to complain about with him

Except for one thing…

You can’t tell me this guy doesn’t fart 😐

I’m sorry but he just gives me those vibes

And it’s so bad

And not even on purpose either

It just happens but it’s the most traumatic thing ever

He feels pretty bad too 😭

Also when y’all are sleeping you just end up on different sides of the bed

He’s just casually on top of the blanket and you can’t even pull it from under him

You’re left shivering in the cold

Hazel Levesque

I love her 🫶

I see her sleeping on her sides and stomach tbh

She’s so sweet too

She loves to cuddle with you and even tho she doesn’t rlly have a firm grip she still likes to hold you

She especially likes to sleep on you

Either on your chest or just cuddled up to you

And she smells pretty sweet

Like clean laundry too like lawd

But ofc there’s gotta be some downsides

There’s isn’t really none with her, but with you

You end up stealing the blankets and hazel wakes up mad and cranky

That’s all and she quickly forgives you

Annabeth Chase

Sleeps on her back or side

She doesn’t really like cuddling all that much

She prefers to have some space and stuff when she sleeps

But if you want, she’s open to cuddling

She loves to both be held and to hold you

Mostly it’s mutual holding

Plus she probably sleeps with the fan on

Idk how to explain it

If you’re the type to always talk during night time then she’d react differently

Like if you gotta sleep asap cuz of the mission and all you do is yap

Then she’s turning her back on you and ignoring

What a meanie

At least she apologizes the next day but still

I don’t rlly see her stealing the blanket or anything but she is pretty stiff

Like besides hugging and stuff she lowkey just lets you hug her when she doesn’t feel like moving

Mood

Also since she smells good ofc ur gon sniff and she’ll be weirded out and ignore u this way too 😞

Piper McLean

She sleeps anyway tbh

She pretty cuddly and likes to snuggle w you

She usually likes to be held, but either way is fine

Especially after a fight or exhausting time with monsters

She’ll hold you in her arms too

She smells pretty nice and if you say so?

Well she finds it endearing

Unlike a certain someone

*cough cough* annabeth

But yea she’s the best

But she won’t hesitate to kick you out if you refuse to share the blanket

She gets enough crap from Leo

Who is just constantly annoying her

Calypso

The best

Like she fr loves to cuddle

With everything she’s been through best believe she’s the best cuddler

Honestly she sleeps whatever way

She’s another who loves to be held and to hold others

Especially if you’re hurt or anything

Then she’s try and tend to you

Even in sleep

Most times she’s a small spoon

She’s loved so many people who never loved her back

So perhaps she’s just a tad bit touch starved

And would obviously give in to any affection

As previously mentioned she loves to hold you too

Mostly just having you lean on her shoulder or lay on her lap but it also extends to cuddling on occasion

She’ll have you lay on her chest and in her arms and play with your hair

Ethan Nakamura

He’s so stiff it’s painful

(Not actually)

He’s definitely loyal, the books show that much

So despite his personal feelings with touch (he’s no doubt another touch starved person) he’d like to cuddle with you nonetheless

Not much in the beginning but he’d definitely warm up to you

And in the process, realize how much he wants it

He’ll let you love him however you want (cuddle him) and let you play with his hair

Which he loves

Eventually he gets enough courage to reciprocate

But he’s still stiff

Not the best when hugging or cuddling you because of how flustered he gets

Once you two go to bed and he falls asleep, he gets pretty subconsciously protective so he’ll hold you tight

Nico Di Angelo

Yes

Just yes

He loves to cuddle never made it obvious before tho

Another who was pretty stiff and touch starved

He gets over it quickly when he sees what you have to offer

I mean usually he just sleeps bundled up under the blankets, engulfed by their warmth

But with you there he just pulls you under the blankets with him so you can cuddle that way

Is mostly just mutual holding

He mostly just liked to intertwine your legs or hold onto you like a koala

I see him as a blanket stealer when you’re not glued together

He’s either super sleepy or not at all

When he’s tired he just drags you to bed, since that’s the only time nightmares don’t plague him

But when hes suffering from his insomnia he likes it when you stay up and talk with him

Idk to him it feels intimate but if you choose to go to bed, he won’t take it personally

If you play with his hair he won’t admit it but he loves it

Octavian

Ew.

Sorry I hate him but seeing that you’re here, you probs love him

So let’s get this over w

He’s rlly long and lanky and boney

Doesn’t stop yall from cuddling tho ig

And like a weirdo he sleeps on his back, arms to his side, head facing upward

Honestly probably obsessed with you

Only way he’d cuddle/ be in a relationship with you

He’s probably never been touched by another person

So he definitely likes to be held

Plus the bastard is selfish

And he doesn’t hold you

😐…

Yea so 1/10

I’m being generous

Reyna Ramirez-Arellano

I love her 😭🫶🫶

Yea she probs love you so ofc she’s gonna cuddle w u

Often times she’s busy with the duties of praetor so she can’t cuddle 😞

But it’s ok cuz when she can it’s the best

Not only is she holding you and making you feel cared after

But she also plays with your hair

Also you have to hold her

I don’t make the rules, just look at her, she needs it

When you do she’s a bit put off

But eventually she lets you coddle her

So more often than not she’s little spoon and comfortable

Just like she deserves

Yes beautiful

9/10

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Note: I just realized Reyna is a hunter now idk why I even wrote hers 😭 maybe pre-hunter Reyna or lesbian Reyna??? Idk man

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roseglazedlens · 7 months

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⦑ 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱? ⦒ ✶.*

pairing(s): ethan winters x afab gn reader synopsis: ethan can't sleep again. as his doting partner, you reach under the sheets, giving him temporary solace to his nightmares at the village. content: smut 18+ only mdni, soft dom ethan, hand & finger kink, sensual, oral (m! receiving), deepthroat, finger fucking, body worship, pet names, hurt/comfort, events in re8, mentions of trauma, nightmares, scars, stitches & prosthetics. a/n 2: please check out my friend @emilzke's ethan winters x reader work called 'rebuilding' which i absolutely love (she got shadowba-nned so give her some love thanks!) a/n: belated birthday gift to @obsolescent, one of my favourite people on this app! sorry this took so long! ! even if its not your bday anymore, hope you still had a good night lovely! enjoy! also inspired by this art of ethan. « 2.2 k words┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreciated! »

It all started from a little small talk, quiet reassurances of ‘how was your day’ shared intimately under the privacy of the moonlight and each other’s eyes until both of you drift into slumber. The bed, in which you rest together when night falls. Two bedside tables, lived in, and for a moment, a sense of normality has returned.

Ethan was restless in his sleep—a side effect from full-day’s work of software debugs and upgrades that he maintains on the daily. Or perhaps, something more. Something that happened in the village that he spends every minute trying to forget. And despite the passing of seasons, the memory lingers like persistent heat.

His hand fidgets under the covers, shifting fingers up and down in desperation to find yours, as if you might disappear, kidnapped by the shadows of his nightmares and he’s back there again, finding missing flasks, patching you together piece by piece like a detached puzzle. But what he’s actually looking for are parts of himself, that seem to still sit underneath the crumble and debris of the buried village.

“R-Ro…” Ethan’s voice hitches out—frantic, weak.

Through muffled strings of your sleepy breath, you rummage under the sheets to find his hand.

“My dear… It’s me. I’m here.” You turn around to lean into the column between his neck and shoulders, made perfect for you. The moment your hands meet, Ethan clasps them tightly, before relieving, loosening in your reassurance. “You’re okay now. Rose is okay.”

Ethan’s eyes open lightly and just like you promised, Rose is in the cot by your side, gentle baby's breath floating through the air. He brings you closer to his chest, just to nestle into your warmth as he peppers kisses on the crown of your head.

“Did you sleep?” You coo, hands running up his naked torso just to feel them against you.

“A little. I’ll go back to sleep soon. Just need a second.” His chest heaves in front of you, and from what you know about Ethan, his quickened heartbeat will only take a while for him to calm down.

You look up to see him, and find that his eyes are wide awake, simply staring at the ceiling, as if counting sheep to hypnotise him back to sleep. Through lidded eyes, Ethan sees you; and smiles at how you look. His hands move unthinkingly, bringing them to your face before he even realises he’s caressing it, sending a gentle shiver of warmth through your spine.

“Ah.” Ethan puts his hand in the air to stop him, chuckling bashfully. “Sorry for keeping you up. Get some sleep. You have work tomorrow.”

“I’m awake now.” You grumble, catching his hand in the air back to your face, like a toy stolen from a child. You press his hand on your cheek, keeping him there, which Ethan has no problems with.

His hands are different now, you thought as you run your fingers down his hand, feeling every stitch, bump, and rough texture that ran along the back of his palms before hitting you with the cold knuckle of his metal prosthetic fingers along where his ring and pinky finger should have been.

What used to be the compliment getter for Ethan, through the bruise and burns had lost its natural shine, not even his superhuman healing speed is immune to the scars. But to you, the rugginess simply enhances his beauty. Stitches tracing like a map to a treasure, red patches of scar like cherry kisses gracing along the soft plush of his palms. You love it all.

Those are proof of Ethan's survival—That was all you wanted. To hear and feel his presence in the mundane. Side by side with the man you love. But to him, he lost something that day. A part of his soul ripped apart, still underneath the crumble and debris of that buried village.

“Do you need help sleeping?” Your half-lidded eyes can’t obscure your devilish glint in your eyes, hand rustling underneath the sheet, obscure him from the view of what you’re about to do to him. His eyes meet yours, staring right back in disbelief, but simultaneously unable to resist what you have to offer for him in this quiet night.

“Now?” He seems to be genuinely considering the idea. “What if Rose wakes up?”

“She won't if you keep quiet.” You bring his hand to your lips to pepper kisses on his hands, slowing as you’re licking the length of each finger. The pain goes away, replaced by lust, but only ever so slightly.

“Can you do that for me?” You pause, waiting for his answer, and he nods surely. “Good boy.”

Wasting no time to help to get comfortable, you dive your head under the covers just to resurface as a lump under the sheet. Ethan clears his throat in anticipation as you tuck your fingers into boxers, removing just enough for his cock to spring up and meet you in the face.

You run your tongue at the tip of his crest, swirling in small circles to tease his precum out of him, in which he squirms, pushing in his legs slightly before relaxing. It was difficult to see where you are in the darkness of the sheets, but you make do, finding where his crest meets his shaft and following it down the rest of his dick to find the prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

When his cock is wet enough to your liking, you meet his tip with the soft seam of your lips, taking his length inch and inch at a time as you tongue around his hardening cock. A low grunt escapes his lips, and you can hear his thoughts fading him as you play with him some more.

He places his hand on your head, blood surging down his body, not quite wanting to hurt you, or accidentally snag on your hair to make it painful.

That’s who your husband is, even when he’s enjoying, he would never want to hurt you. Or at least tries not to.

“O-Oh... m’ god, so fuckin’ goo- Nnh.” That is your cue to move in deeper, hopefully to catch him between words and leave him hitching his breath as you finish him under your nose. Your tongue clashes against his dick that only fills your mouth, eventually leaving no room for your tongue to explore him. The bobs of your head become more messy and difficult, and his whimpers only make you even more excited.

“L-Let m’ see you, babe.” Ethan stifles the words out, lifting the covers up, and you’re embraced by the light of the bedside lamp. A glimpse of Ethan’s silhouette and his round beady eyes staring right into your position that exposes you and the hunger you have for him.

With you now able to see, you catch how his eyes snap shut, brows twist in, feeling every single pulse climbing through his body. His hand that rests on your head grows tighter, one that is neither rough or gentle, just a reassurance and consolance of what you are going through. You feel yourself pooling from how lewd it all sounds.

“Fuck, how did I get married to someone like you?” Ethan whines, bumping his head into the headboard behind with a light thump, but he doesn’t care. You are right in front of him, and he’s taking in the sight of you in with every glimpse of attention he can offer.

The tip of the dick is at the back of your throat. Only now you feel the gag reflex—but you shut your eyes tightly, holding in a little longer until the feeling surely goes away. This is when you feel his hips jerk up against you, thighs widening to welcome you as he whimpers bitten pieces of your name until his spine shakes from the fervour of affection you have been pouring into him.

“G-Get off… I’m fuckin’ gon-gonna…” Ethan’s raspy groan erupts through the room, melodious to you, as his hand struggles to push you off, made weak for any movement from how your skilled lips have treated him.

Ethan falls back to the sheets, with one final grunt, unloads himself directly onto your tongue. And you accept, letting your sore jawline hang wide to receive the fruits of your labour. His hand untenses from your head, abandon to the side of him in order to recollect his thoughts.

You reach over the bedside table to retrieve the tissue box in order to spit out his cum for disposal. You roll back to your side of the bed, checking at Rose's slumber, and when you did you bring the sheets upwards, preparing for your sleep.

“Good night, Ethan.” Are your final words creeping a yawn before turning the lamp off.

Ethan pauses to catch his breath for a moment, then wraps his hands around you, coaxing warm kisses into your neck: “How’d you expect I sleep without tasting you first?”

“I’m on morning shift tomorrow. Need my eight hours.”

“You sure?” There it was. That sweet voice lined with a hint of mischievous tone. The one you can’t resist.

“I’m very sure.” You don’t hesitate, because you know it will give yourself an opening.

He runs his hand up your belly, slightly exposed from your lifted shirt, pressing strokes that almost feels like a massage. Ethan seems to know where to touch you every time to untense you. “By the time I’m done, you’ll sleep like a baby.”

You can be convinced. You can be convinced very much. Especially with how he reaches down to tease you, and knows how your body betrays mind, with how you have wet a patch in your underwear.

“Not very honest, aren’t you?” Ethan lets out an amused grin, as if returning the favour of what you’ve done to him at his barely awake state. “You’ll still get your eight hours. I’ll make you come in five minutes. Guarantee it.”

You roll your eyes and wave at him to go ahead, but secretly, your clit is pulsing at his forwardness, increasingly eager to let him please you. In which Ethan helps himself, running a teasing finger up the length of your cunt just to stop at your clit, swirling lazy circles which only earn a groan from you that Ethan has been desperate to hear all night.

“Etha-an… Hnng… B-Babe…” The feeling run into your veins, growing in need, knotting itself low in your stomach. He delivers as he promises with only his nimble fingers, through slick and slurp, explores the depths of you, finding the spot you desire with skilful ease. You let out a soft moan, closing your eyes to feel him filling you with his fingers alone, and encourages him to continue.

He spreads you, adding his second finger now, the cold metal of his ring finger, lacing them on the length of your cunt with practiced ease. The contrast between cold and warm only excites you more. Ethan dotes on your sweet voice, slipping the two curled fingers in and out through a perfect angle that pushes a muffled groan between clenched teeth.

“God, baby.” He takes that as a sign to continue faster and harder, jamming his fingers until the sound of your slick permeates the air, every muscle clenching at him. “You like it when my finger fucks you, huh?”

You let the sensation continue, allow yourself to completely give away control to the man you love. Let him take care of you, like you always do to him. Ethan is merely returning the favour. A slight pain enters through his sensitive finger that still aches from a past wound, in which he winces, and you catch on almost immediately.

“Y-Your hand…”

“Shh… Just be quiet and feel good.” He smiles, not intending to stop anytime soon. Ethan quickens his pace, before you start squeezing into his fingers, demanding urgency, speed through how your thighs close in, as if that would allow more friction on your naked skin.

You open your eyes now, and all you see is sincerity in his eyes, fixed upon you this whole time to make sure you are indeed enjoying what he’s doing to you. And somehow, that is the one action that tips you over the edge, rippling high moans through the back of your throat as you chase your own high directly between his fingers.

“Wow.” Ethan whistles, a bemused grin hanging by his lips as he feels your juices release, spilling on his fingers. “You came so much.”

Ethan brings his fingers up his lips, admiring his handiwork, dripped in your sweet juices, before putting them into his mouth. He runs his tongue around the sides of his slender fingers, savouring every part of his reward.

“Heh. Told you I just need five minutes.”

“That was ten minutes, Mr. Winters.”

“Maybe I can beat my record?” Ethan winks, quite terribly, frankly, and despite how his silly charms would normally convince you, this time, you are functioning with five hours of sleep.

“Don’t even try, Ethan.” He shrugs, slightly defeated, as he joins you into the cosy embrace of your shared bed.

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“In the morning?”

“Are you serious right now, Ethan?”

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. —yours truly, rose. god i'm so feral for him, every night i'm plagued by the thoughts of ethan cradling me to sleep and whispering into my ear (yes this is a marriage proposal). tags: @valsthea @httpsuguru @emilzke @daydreamrot @navstuffs @j3llyd0nut @ovaryacted @obsolescent © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

#꒰✒️ rose fics ♡.꒱#ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #ethan winters x you #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil smut #resident evil

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Kinktober - Day 27

Prompt: Napping together

Pairing: Ethan Winters x Reader

Author’s notes: Sorry I was silent yesterday. I wrote this on one hour of sleep while trying to stay awake at work.

Content warnings: AFAB reader, gender neutral language used for reader, assisted masturbation, sleepy foreplay, handjob, praising.

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The whirring of the fan in the corner of the bedroom and the sounds of rain playing from your phone are the sounds that fill the space as you and Ethan sleep.

Tangled in each other’s bodies, the two of you surrounded in serenity. You’re stirred awake by Ethan’s hands skimming across arm. You’re laid on your back, and by the way he moves his arm, he’s laying on his side now.

Slowly opening your eyes, you see Ethan propped up by his other arm, watching you sleep. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” he says, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. You smile softly, hand reaching up to cup his cheek.

“Can’t sleep?” Tilting your head as you ask. He shakes his head, cheeks turning red as he turns his face to kiss your palm. “Do you need some help getting back to sleep?”

He nods.

Your hand trails down from his face, inches down his neck, across his chest, torso, to the tent that’s formed in his briefs. His fingers move to tease over your torso as your hand reaches under his waistband and wraps around his cock.

Ethan shivers when you make contact, head lolling back and hand stalling, grasping your hip as you fist him. You pull back his foreskin to swirl your finger around the tip.

His nails leave light indentations in your skin, before resuming their path to your underwear, slipping his hand underneath. He finds your opening, gathering the wetness that’s already caused a wet patch in the gusset, his fingers coming back up to press and stroke your hardening clit.

You sigh at his touch, opening your legs widen to accommodate his hand. Ethan shifts, the arm he was propped on now moving to cradle your head, bringing you into a deep kiss. Tongues interlaced as you continue to touch each other, slow, languid movements while the moonlight from the window casts a glow over your bodies.

Ethan’s hips begin to rock with your hand’s touches, precum dribbling down his shaft, creating a smoother glide to your movements. His own hand picks up speed against you, now gathering momentum that’ll have you cumming fast, knowing what way to work your body best.

You match his pace, his cock pulsing and twitching against your grasp. He’s close as well, panting against your neck now. To avoid a mess in his underwear, you pull his head past the waistband, aiming towards his stomach.

He cums while gasping your name, hand against your head tugging your hair as he finishes, warm white fluid shooting across his abdomen. You watch, mesmerized by his release, loving to watch his body’s reactions against your touch. Ethan turns your head, kissing you in an almost desperate way, mumbling “I love you,” against your lips.

Your hands, now both free, grasp any place they can reach on him, one going into his hair and pulling and the other holding on to his bicep. Glory washes over your body as you finish, his “There you go, sweetie, cum for me,” gliding through your mind as your body trembles.

Ethan holds you against him as you come down, whispering praises in your ear, kissing any exposed skin he can reach. He finally pulls away, grabbing tissues off the nightstand and wiping you and himself off. Spooning you, his eyes heavy lidded now. “Think I can go to sleep now,” he says. You lightly chuckle, bringing his hand up to kiss his knuckles.

You both settle back into the sheets, drifting off once more.

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Last Night on Earth Pt. 8

(Ethan Winters x Gn!Reader)

bye this part took a million years to write and im sorry!!! There's also no Ethan in this chapter since this covers the Not a Hero DLC, but he will be back in the next one or the one after! I hope you all enjoy it even though I'm not super satisfied with this chapter hah

Alsoo quick note for chris's characterization, im sort of switching it up a bit? They made chris super rigid in re7 and re8, which is understandable considering all he's been through and all that, but I want him to keep a bit of his personality from re5 and vendetta. So if it switches up a lot, thats why!

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9

"Just so you know, if the mine collapses on us and we get trapped, I'm not giving you permission to eat me."

Chris sighed as you put your headgear on, switching to the nightvision to make sure it worked and promptly blinding yourself.

"Hopefully it won't have to come to that. You were debriefed, correct?"

You gave him a thumbs up while turning your rifle over, closely examining it. The weapon felt heavy and familiar in your hand.

"Lost contact with the first team, Lucas, the Connections. I pay attention."

Chris didn't seem amused at all. Just raising his eyebrows before diverting his attention forward.

"Just follow my lead and keep an eye out."

"Right. And if we end up weaponless and cornered I can defend us with the stick up your ass."

He huffed, and you straightened your shoulders as the elevator came to a stop, and you stepped back into the mine. You were immediately flooded with the not so far away memories of Eveline worming her way into your brain as the caves had collapsed around you and Ethan. The long claws of the monster that had slashed through your back, and apparently killed you. Your chest felt tight, shallow breaths clouding your mask as an overwhelming anxiousness clouded over you.

That’s right.

You died down here.

Chris’s hand landed on your shoulder.

“Hey. Are you alright?”

You gulped and quickly nodded, pushing down every instinct to run and silencing all of your screaming thoughts. Your breathing calmed, and you locked eyes with the Captain.

“I’m fine. Can we get this show on the road?”

He just gave you a look and walked ahead. You took that as your que to follow. You weren’t surprised to see a couple molded monsters still brambling around. Just because Evie was dead didn’t mean the mold wasn’t still alive. From what you’ve read, you knew she didn’t necessarily control it, she was more of a conduit.

You were quick to react when one stumbled around the corner, your feet stepping into a trained and remembered stance while your arms raised. Two silenced bullets took the monster’s head off. Chris said nothing.

Both of you worked as a team to take out any creatures you saw, and you were like a well oiled machine. Chris would go left while you went right, watched your six while you went ahead. Ethan was a good fighter for a man who’d been thrown into a situation he’d never been in before. But everytime you came across one of those things, a twinge of fear would spike through you before you had to force it down and push forward.

Now? You felt strong. Confident. Chris was a well trained soldier, one you could hopefully put your full trust in. And working with him reminded you of how damn good you used to be at your job. It gave you a sense of pride.

Of course, you deflated a bit when a molded came out of nowhere, and Chris absolutely annihilated it with a single punch to its head. He had barely even made a grunt of effort when its head squashed like a moldy grape on impact, and you were glad he couldn’t see your face through the mask, otherwise he’d see your jaw currently touching the floor. When he moved ahead without another word— like it was completely normal— and realized you weren’t moving, he stopped and turned to face you.

“What?”

“Christ, you punch fuckin’ boulders for a living?”

He cleared his throat.

“Uh—”

You moved past before he could properly answer, knowing you wouldn’t be surprised if the answer was yes.

Imagine if that was part of your drills.

“Alright, maggots! Give me twenty boulder punches!”

The mental image made you snicker, and you ignored the curious tilt of Chris’s head. When you heard a cough in the distance, it made you freeze. Chris silently pointed forward, his gun raised, and you followed him up a set of metal stairs and into a familiar room. You instantly recognized the grimy tubs and the smashed computer on the floor from when you found out Lucas was working with The Connections, and the memory made you clench your teeth. You held so much anger for that slimy bastard that it made your chest hurt.

What was different about the room, though, were the two soldiers clad in the exact same gear you both wore laying on the floor. One awake and clearly injured, while the other one lay prone. You assumed he was probably killed by one of the creatures lurking down here. Chris immediately moved to help, while you stood back.

“We’re gettin’ you outta here.”

The soldier shook his head. “Leave me. It’s too late,” he strained, and his head moved back to expose the explosive wrapped around his neck.

Shit.

“Chris—”

“We’re all walking out of here, alright?”

“I got news for you.” The body you thought was dead sat up and slapped something around Chris’s wrist, and you immediately recognized the voice. “That’s not gonna happen!”

Your gun was aimed at his head before you could even think about it, and so was the Captain’s, but Lucas quickly threatened to blow him up if he even tried anything. You wanted to scream, curse him to hell and blow his fucking brains out. But, you kept your cool with a shuddered breath. He couldn’t see your face under the mask. It was possible he didn’t know it was you.

He took off his head gear, and when he cast his gaze towards you, you almost froze.

“You. Get over here. Or I uh, might get a little trigger happy with this switch, here.”

His thumb hovered over the button to the detonator, and you hesitantly made your way forward. Securing a similar bomb over your wrist, you stumbled away from him before he could do anything else. Not like he needed to be close to you to kill you now. One push of a button, and you both were both done for.

How funny. You spent what felt like an eternity tonight barely making it out of this hellhole by the skin of your teeth, only to throw yourself back in. But, it was your choice. And you’d be damned if you let Lucas get away.

“Now you can try and take that off all you want, but I’d advise against. My hand might slip and uh… boom!”

Chris shouted his name while he pressed on the detonator, and the soldier’s head exploded in a visceral mess. The force knocked Chris on his back, and everything screamed in you to react. To do something. But you were scared to even move, not knowing what Lucas would do if you did, and too afraid to find out.

“Now here’s the deal. Y’all don’t follow me, and I won’t have to bounce your heads off the ceiling. The same goes for your other little soldier friends, too. Adios, muchachos.”

Lucas laughed, and as soon as he stepped out the door, particles and gas began filling up the room. Another one of your brother’s sick tricks. You grabbed Chris’s arm and helped him to his feet, while a female voice spoke through your earpiece.

“I’m picking up airborne spores. It’s the E-type mutamycete. Your mask will switch automatically to rebreather mode. Make sure you’re keeping an eye on your oxygen tank.”

“Thank you, beautiful, disembodied voice.”

You and Chris rushed through room after room to get away from the gas, the woman warning you whenever your tank got too low. It was like a race against the clock, the longer you spent in the infected air, the closer you were to infection and maybe death. Once you were finally free of the contamination, you let out a deep breath and noticed that Chris wasn't even phased. Of course, he's got a couple decades on you. He's probably been doing this almost as long as you've been alive.

"You should head back and get that bomb on your arm deactivated," the voice said.

"Absolutely not," you interrupted. Chris just gave you a look. "There's no time, we're not letting him get away."

He sighed, but didn't protest. "They’re right. We can't let him get a head start."

"Understood. Just be careful."

When she got off coms, Chris cleared his throat. "You're calling the shots now, I take it?"

"What? Can't give up control?"

He let out a huff that bordered on a chuckle, and wordlessly continued forward. You wished you could get a read on the man. He had obviously seen and experienced things you couldn’t imagine, working for an organization that dealt with dangerous bioweapons on the daily. If this was the man he is now, you’d like to imagine who he was before he was exposed to such a harsh life.

The further you got into the mine, the more you ran into those creatures and were exposed to contaminated air. You were surprised Lucas didn’t lay more traps for you along the way, but you guessed he didn’t need to when the sweet promise of death was currently strapped to your arm.

Finally, you walked into a larger room with abandoned mining equipment scattered everywhere, along with some type of control system in the middle. There was a clown face painted on it, a big red button making up its nose, and there were three metal shutters— two on your left and one on your right. Blue, red, green.

“What color you feelin’?”

“What?”

You pointed to each door. “Green. Red. Blue. Which one?”

Chris sighed. “Red, I guess.”

You gave a thumbs up and started towards the door, when Chris placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Stay behind me, okay?”

“Aw, look who wants to protect me.”

“Yes. From yourself.”

The shutter rose, and whatever humorous air lingered around you was immediately weighed down by the seriousness that suddenly radiated off of Chris, and you knew it was time to get serious, too. You immediately realized why he was deemed Captain. He oozed authority. Every move and action was purposeful and swift. Not to mention he was an absolute brute. He could probably wrap his arm around your head and crush it like a grape with his bicep.

Soon, you came across a gated cell door, and one of Umbrella’s men was locked behind it. His arms were trapped on either side of him in one of Lucas’s machines, and his clothes were covered in blood.. You could only imagine what horrible things he had planned for him.

“Hey, you alright in there?”

The man lazily lifted his head, letting out a pained groan.

“Redfield?”

“We’re gonna find the key and get you out, okay? Don’t worry.”

You hoped Chris was right. That you could save some of these men. But knowing your brother, you had a strong feeling that you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t voice that, though.

Taking an elevator up into another large area of the mine, an eerie feeling immediately shot through you, and you wondered if Chris felt it too. You also wondered how the fuck you were supposed to find a damn key in this place!

“Chris, I don’t—”

He quickly shushed you, and you paused. He shushed you?!

You opened your mouth to say something else, but stopped your own thoughts from spewing out when he pointed to a green crate. Dismembered mannequins sat inside, and an arm was taped upright with a single key dangling from the hand.

Oh.

Well now you just felt stupid.

Your arm reached out to grab it, but before your fingers even grazed the key, the crate was raised up high in the air and out of your reach. You dropped your hand to your side with a defeated sigh.

Of course.

“Fuckin’ asshole.”

“We have to find some way to get it down.”

He wandered off, you assumed to find the controls to bring the crate back down, and you shook your head. You solved enough of Lucas’s puzzles for the rest of your lifetime. You weren’t about to participate in any more when the solution was much simpler.

“Nope. Fuck this.”

Raising your pistol, you aimed carefully and pulled the trigger, watching the bullet hit the mannequin hand at lightning speed before the key fell out of the crate and into your open palm. You turned to Chris, who stood silently, and dangled the key from your finger. For your own satisfaction, you imagined his face was currently slack-jawed in awe.

The loud thumping behind you mixed with the ground shaking under your feet cut your celebration short, and you turned to see a large, smoking figure brambling towards you.

“Oh, fuck.”

This thing was way bigger than any other creature you had dealt with, smoke emanating from its white skin as it only seemed to get bigger with every step it took towards you. You both attempted to shoot at it, but you were immediately met with a message in the top left corner of your mask.

“HIGH REGENERATION TARGET UNAFFECTED.”

“Oh, that’s just awesome!”

As the thing got closer to Chris, you grabbed his wrist in a death grip and yanked him out of its path.

“We gotta run!”

The idea of running away didn’t seem to compute with him for a moment, but he had no choice as you were dragging him away and towards the elevator. You practically leaped inside and slammed your hand down on the button, slumping against the metal wall in relief once the doors slid closed and you began descending

“Your guys can take care of that thing. Holy shit.”

He wordlessly put his hand out towards you, and it didn’t click until you suddenly remembered that you went through all that for a stupid key. You placed it in his hand, and he didn’t hesitate to move forward once the elevator doors opened. The man was still in the same place you left him, (Of course he was. Not like he could just walk out of there.) and Chris quickly unlocked the door. You carefully examined the room as you went forward, making sure there weren’t any traps waiting for you to trip on, while Chris went to console his comrade. You didn’t like this. It felt too easy.

“Everything’s alright now,” Chris said.

The man shook his head. “That’s just what he wants you to think. I’m just the bait. And you both fell for it.”

Couldn’t have told us that sooner?

As soon as he finished speaking, the room began to fill with contaminated air, and Chris muttered a curse to himself. You noticed this strain was stronger than it was previously, your oxygen going down by the millisecond.

“Take my filter. Hurry!”

“But you’ll die!”

The soldier shook his head. “I’m dead anyway.”

He said it like he accepted it a long time ago, and you were hit with the familiarity of it. It was only hours ago you felt that way, too.

It was almost too quick to catch, but a spinning blade zoomed forward and began descending towards the man’s head. Chris screamed Lucas's name in protest and shot at his crude invention, but it was no use. So, you stood, and watched in horror as this man met an inevitable, painful death.

The blades sliced through his neck, and his head hit the floor with a disgusting thud as blood spewed onto the ground. You’ve watched plenty of people die, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen it done so horrifically. The sight made you nauseous. You couldn’t imagine how Chris was feeling.

You realized then not only was this a trap for you and Chris, it was also a sick show of control. Even if Chris wouldn’t die from Lucas’s gadgets, he still wanted the satisfaction of putting the man through hell by making him watch his comrades die. And that sickened you the most.

Does he ever talk about this stuff? Does he confide in anyone about what he’s seen? You hoped he did. After seeing what he has, you wondered if he ever slept. You couldn’t most nights after you went on leave, even less when your whole life and family was flipped upside down. You began to think about how similar you were. He dealt with bioweapons for a living, and you lived under the constant watch of one for three years. He probably had plenty of stories. Could probably tell you things you couldn’t even imagine.

You felt sorry for him.

Bending down, he took the high grade filter off the mask— since he clearly wouldn’t need it anymore— and held it out towards you. Your eyes widened.

“Are you serious? I can’t take it. You need it!”

He shook his head. “I’m not letting a civilian die!”

“And I’m not letting you die! This is not a negotiation!”

He said your name through gritted teeth, but as you watched your oxygen get lower and lower, nearing zero, you snatched it out of his hand and attached it to his mask before he could move away, the piece fitting in with a satisfying ‘click’.

“Are you insane?!”

You don’t know why you did it. Why you constantly felt the need to put the lives of people you barely knew in front of your own, but you never regretted it. Even if it meant your own death. You watched as your oxygen finally hit zero, and you swallowed thickly, ready to choke on your weak attempts to breathe.

But nothing happened.

You blinked in surprise. Why do you feel perfectly fine?

You imagined Chris was just as surprised by your lack of struggling to breathe, and you proceeded to lift your hands towards your mask. He snatched your hand..

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Just let me try somethin’, okay?”

He continued to protest, but you didn’t listen, the seal of your mask coming undone as you lifted it off your head and took a breath.

Nothing. Not even a cough.

“What the hell…” Chris muttered.

“Come on, there’s no time to talk about it right now. We gotta get out of here before your oxygen runs out.”

He nodded and followed you until you were back in the main area of the cave, but your mind was still reeling. Why weren’t you affected by the contagion? Was Lucas tricking you? No, that didn’t seem right. The goal was to kill you, not scare you. So what did that leave?

Were you…? No. There’s no way you were immune.

You didn’t realize Chris was speaking until he tapped your shoulder, and you blinked out of your zoned out state.

“Huh?”

“Can you explain what happened back there? Why didn’t you mention you were immune to the virus?”

You stuttered for a response. “I-I… I don’t know what happened. You’re about as clueless as me.”

Your coms came to life with the sound of a familiar female voice.

“It could be due to your prolonged exposure to the E series, your body naturally created the antibodies needed to fight the virus on its own.”

You shook your head. “That’s insane. That’s…”

You thought back to when Ethan said you died, how you came back and felt better. Then back to when you got the vaccine, and how you didn’t feel any effect. You must’ve already been cured when you woke up. Still, that didn’t explain the miraculous healing of your injuries.

“We don’t have time to dwell on it now. Keep your headgear on, though. We don’t want Lucas finding out that it’s you.”

You nodded and placed your helmet back on, while Chris muttered what he’d do to your brother when he found him.

“Just remember we need him alive, Chris,” the woman said.

You grit your teeth, trying not to let your emotions spill out. You knew that’s what Umbrella wanted, to get information out of him. But like hell you were letting him walk out of here alive. And you didn’t care who you pissed off by killing him.

Doing a quick ammo check, you and Chris decided the green shutter door was next on your list, doom settling deep in your gut as the door slowly screeched open. You were met with a short set of stairs leading through a narrow pathway, and resigned yourself to standing behind Chris. There was no way you'd be able to walk next to him in here.

The layout was almost like a maze, walking down one path only to turn and walk through an identical one. You felt like you needed a map to navigate this place. Of course, more contaminated air was blowing through the vents, but with your newfound immunity, you didn't worry about it much.

In the distance, from what you could see through the thick fogginess of the air, smoke began rising from the wall as mold seemed to congeal together to form a tall, monstrous creature. The smoke reminded you of the big guy you ran into earlier, and when you tried to shoot at it, the same message in your mask popped up.

"Shit, it's regenerating too fast. Normal bullets aren't gonna cut it!”

"I'm open to suggestions," Chris said.

Your brows rose in surprise. He did have a sense of humor! A very dry one, but still there.

Your coms buzzed to life. "You'll need RAMRODS to stop it from regenerating lost tissue. You have to fall back."

You frantically looked back and forth, the monster beginning to trap you into a corner, before you grabbed Chris's arm.

"This way!"

You had no idea where you were going, but anywhere was better than near that thing. You took down the hall and turned the corner, repeating the same thing over and over until you were sufficiently far away. You took a breath, and hoped to fuck you'd get out of this soon.

"You keep doing that."

You raised your head to look up at him. "Huh?"

"Pulling me out of danger. Like you need to protect me."

Your eyes slightly widened and you stuttered for an answer. "I-I mean… I was a soldier, you know."

He didn't say anything, just hummed to himself before walking on ahead. Faces flashed in your mind, and you squeezed your eyes shut as your grip tightened around your gun. Now wasn't the time.

You began to debate if you were lost as you went further into the mine, and you prayed to fuck that Chris knew his way back.

“Did you know that was gonna happen?”

Your steps slightly faltered. “What do you mean?”

“Back there, when Lucas killed that man. Did you know he was going to die?”

The question made you pause, and you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat.

“Yes.”

He didn’t say any more, but you felt your answer was dissatisfying without an explanation.

“I grew up with that psycho, and I had to experience every sick trick he had once he was graced with Eveline’s influence. Once I saw that man, I… I knew he was doomed. I just didn’t want to say anything because even if I did, I knew you’d wanna try and save him anyway. I knew you wouldn’t just let him die without a fight.”

He didn’t speak for a moment, and you almost spoke again to try and fill the silence when he interrupted you.

“Would you have saved him? Even knowing all that, would you still have at least tried?”

You didn’t have to think about it as you nodded. “Of course.”

“Good. That’s all I need to know, then.”

The trip through the rest of the cave proved almost fruitless, minus the box of RAMRODS you found just chilling in a random room. You didn’t bother to question why they were down here in the first place, because at least now you had something that could deal with those high regen bastards. You were able to make your way back to the shutter entrance with little difficulty, only running into more of Lucas’s puzzles, as well as tiny little bug fuckers that you could only compare to something out of an old video game you used to play.

What was it? Half… Half something…

Whatever.

As soon as you went through the last shutter, you were immediately met with darkness. Your mask automatically kicked on the nightvision, and your sight was nothing but shades of green. When you tried to step forward, Chris put his hand on your shoulder.

“Wait.” He gestured towards the ground, pointing at the pressure plates.

Of course.

“Guess we gotta be extra careful.”

It didn’t take long to run into similar traps, including automatic gun turrets and fucking lasers. There was also a point where you and Chris had to shove around mining carts, your muscles straining whilst you used your legs as leverage to push them out of your way.

“God, this is fucking stupid.”

You gripped the handles of the last cart and shoved it forward, watching as the wooden wall beyond it gave away and revealed a hallway behind it with more lasers.

“He’s been watching too many spy movies, I swear.”

Crouching and stepping over the lasers, you opened the door at the end of the hall to reveal a room that was entirely filled with them.

“Yeah. Way too fuckin’ many.”

“Just try to focus on moving through them.”

Despite Chris’s words, that piece of logic was almost thrown out the window when he saw one of the missing soldiers lying in the middle of all the chaos.

“Marquez?”

You grabbed his arm before he could move. “Hold on there, big guy. Even if we get to him through all this mess, there’s no way Lucas is just gonna let us drag him out of there. We have to turn the lasers off.” You grinned to yourself and placed a hand on your hip. “I bet you're glad you brought me along, huh?”

“Something like that.”

“Fine, you stay here, and I'll shut them off.”

Chris shook his head. “Absolutely not. I’m not letting you—”

“Are you forgetting my background? I’m not just some helpless civilian you have to look after. Besides, I don’t need your burly shoulders bumping into every goddamn trap in here and setting something off.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Burly?”

“Have you looked in the mirror?”

You heard a distant cough, and were quickly reminded of where you were. Right. Injured soldier, needed saving, blah blah blah. Holstering your weapon, you were careful and precise with every move you made, being sure not to make any sudden movements. Fuck getting this far only to die by damn lasers.

You made it to the man with ease, avoiding touching him, but asking him to give you a sign that he was okay. He gave you a thumbs up, and you relayed it to Chris who stood across the room watching you like a hawk. Finally able to stand up straight, you walked over to the control switch and pulled it down, the lasers disappearing right after. You heard Chris let out a relieved sigh before walking over to the man and helping him to his feet.

“Hey, you still with us?

Marquez nodded. “Yeah, thanks. I was beginning to think we’d be left behind.”

“Please, he’s too stubborn for that,” you chimed in, earning a look.

Once he was standing on his own two feet, he began limping to the exit, and you and Chris remained close behind.

“Lucas is a fucking psycho. Not sure what’s worse— him or those things.”

“Definitely him,” you said.

Chris hummed. “Let’s just focus on getting you out of here.”

Beyond the door he took you through was a smaller room with a ladder leading upwards, telling you that this was the way out. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the bomb that you both failed to notice on his neck came to life, a red light blinking furiously.

“Fuck! Get this thing off me!”

He was tugging and scratching at the bomb, desperateness and fear clear in his voice. And once again, there was nothing you could do but watch him die. His head exploded, blood spewing from the base of his neck as his limp body fell to the floor. Chris just stood there, looking at the lifeless form of his comrade, before both of your masks projected the image of your brother.

“Now, I don’t know about you, Christopher, but—” he stopped, eyes widening a bit before a sick smile spread across his face.

Shit.

“Ohohoho! Now this I did not expect. My dear ol’ sibling is working with Redfield.” He clicked his tongue. “How fun. I would’ve prepared somethin’ a bit more grand if I knew you were gonna be coming.”

Your eyes narrowed and your jaw clenched, but Chris wouldn’t let Lucas change the topic.

“Three of my men are dead because of you, Lucas. This ends, and it ends now.”

“I don’t think so. It’s about to be four— no, five dead soldiers in a minute,” he laughed, and his image faded to static.

It was only then that a timer appeared in your interface, counting down from ten minutes as the bomb on yours and Chris’s arms began blinking with the same red light. Panic settled deep in your stomach, and you heard Chris speak into his earpiece.

“Okay, we got a situation here.”

“We’re on it, Chris,” the woman said. “Head back to the central cavern and wait for further instructions.”

“Don’t let me down.”

“Ah, yes. I love waiting while my arm is about to be blown to smithereens.”

You did as the woman said and made your way back, running into creatures along the way that only seemed to be there to waste your time. Every time you looked at the timer, it only seemed to be going down faster, and almost a whole minute had gone by since you first looked.

Nine minutes. We got nine minutes. That’s plenty of time. Plenty of time to get this stupid fucking thing off of me!

“Alright, good news.”

Oh, hallelujah.

A couple images popped up on your screen. “Our video logs from the first unit show canisters of liquid nitrogen nearby. You might be able to deactivate the bombs by freezing them.”

She let you know that the canisters were behind the red shutter, and you wasted less than no time rushing through it. You knew it probably wasn’t smart to be going through the area so hastily, and that you should remain calm, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to. But when you looked at Chris, he was as cool as a cucumber. Like this was a normal Tuesday afternoon for him. You’d be jealous if you weren’t so focused on the death trap currently strapped to you.

When a molded creature stepped in your way, grit your teeth and put three bullets in its oversized head, pushing its body to the side whilst it fell forward. When it landed and squirmed and your feet, you stomped your boot right onto its mushy skull, goo and viscera spraying the ground.

“Get the fuck outta my way!”

Chris grabbed your arm and tugged your forward, and as this section of the cave began to look more familiar, your eyes slowly widened. This is where that big fucker was that you had to run away from earlier. He was nowhere in sight now, but you didn’t bank on him not showing up eventually. You were never that lucky.

“The liquid nitrogen is just beyond that room.”

An anxious feeling crawled through your stomach and up your throat, and you looked at the timer again. Less than seven minutes. Okay, not bad. But, as soon as you tried to go beyond the room like the woman in your ear said, a stack of blue crates fell directly in front of you, effectively blocking your path. Words were crudely spray painted on them, and you almost broke a few teeth from how hard your jaw was clenching.

“EAT SHIT AND DIE!”

You heard something grotesque forming behind you, and didn’t even want to look. Instead, Chris looked for you.

“Well. That’s lovely.”

With an infuriated growl, you grabbed the AR that was strapped to your back and let bullets spray from the creature's middle and up to its head. If Lucas was going to kill you, he certainly had to try a lot harder than this!

You tried flanking the creature, but the area proved to be too small and too crowded for it to work effectively. It was full guerilla mode, and you gave it everything you got. There wasn’t a single bullet wasted, pumping everything into its rubbery form. The more you hurt it, the more the creature seemed visibly affected. Parts of its body began to split open, pouring blood and other viscous liquids that you didn’t want to hazard a guess as to what they were.

Fucking disgusting!

You were soon at its back, its eyes set on Chris, and fear spiked through you. The more he backed up, the closer it got, and he was going to be trapped in a corner soon if you didn’t think of something fast. You looked around, picking up an oversized rock out of one of the mining carts, and aimed at its giant head.

“Hey, ugly!”

The stone hit with a disgusting “thwack,” clattering to the ground as the monster stopped moving. Its feet stomped against the ground whilst it turned towards you, and let out a visible huff.

“Oh, shit.”

Chris desperately shouted your name as it barrelled towards you, swiping its hand against your side and sending your body slamming into a pile of stones. The glass of your head gear shattered on impact, oxygen hissing through the opening, and you gasped for air when white hot pain surged through you. You found it difficult to even breathe. With a pained grunt, you propped yourself up on one hand and gave a thumbs up.

“I’m okay! Just kill the bastard!”

He didn’t need to be told twice, leading it a sufficient distance away from you as he shot RAMROD bullets into its thick head. While you were concerned about how much time was remaining, you found yourself more concerned about the man fighting in front of you. You knew you probably didn’t need to worry, but you couldn’t help the deep-seated feeling from bubbling up inside you. And despite the pain you felt, you wouldn’t just sit and let him take care of the rest of this mess either.

Struggling to your feet, you took a shaky breath and resumed your attack on the creature, but were stunned into stillness when Chris landed an uppercut to the thing and sent it flying through the air.

Is he Captain America or something?!

Its fat limbs flailed, struggling to roll onto its stomach to get up. It didn’t make it that far before its skin began bubbling under the surface, and it exploded into mushy bits.

“Target down, Chris. Now find that nitrogen!”

She sounded as desperate as you felt.

Rushing up to the Captain, you both worked to push one of the crates over, your salvation just beyond it. Chris didn’t even give you the opportunity to let him go first, grabbing your hand in his instead and plunging both of the bombs into the liquid nitrogen. You could feel how cold it was through the thick fabric of your glove,and you flexed your fingers to make sure you could still feel them.

“That did the trick.”

“Take it off before it thaws and restarts!” she urged.

You gripped the bomb and yanked it off your wrist, throwing it across the room as the light began blinking again. It exploded as soon as it hit the opposite wall, and Chris’s own bomb followed suit. An immense weight was immediately lifted off your shoulders, and you placed your hands on your knees with a deep sigh.

“Thank fuck.”

“Hey.” Chris put a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to stand up straight and look up at him. “You okay?”

You nodded, lifting your hands to take off what remained of your mask. You didn’t notice it until now, but the pain in your side had slowly faded away, and when you pressed your hand against your ribs, you felt nothing but a dull ache.

What is happening to you?

“You ready for this?”

You locked eyes with the tinted glass of his mask and smirked, huffing out a quiet chuckle.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for the past three years. I’m more than ready.”

Chris nodded, hand clapping against your shoulder.

“Alright. Let’s get this fucker.”

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#ethan winters x reader #resident evil #resident evil 7 #resident evil biohazard #re7 #ethan winters #resident evil fanfiction #chris redfield #ethan winters x gn!reader

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un-named-thing · 2 years

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God dammit, my resident evil fixation is coming back.

I cannot explain how much I love those damn games (and the movie, I know they exist)

I wanna know if I should write for some of the characters tho? Cause I mean why not.

❤️i fucking love resident evil❤️

#resident evil #resident evil x male reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #gay #queer #resident evil x gn reader #leon kennedy #chris redfeild #carlos oliveira #ethan winters #albert wesker #karl heisenberg #jill valentine #billy coen

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leonsbunny · 4 months

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Rises The Moon ♡

( Ethan Winters x GN!reader || bedtime rituals with your husband ♡ )

“You put Rose to bed, dear?” You ask softly, Ethan tugs you gently down into the comforter of your shared bed, pulling it over your shoulders. “Yup. She's knocked out. Read her that bedtime story you said she'd like.” He replies, though the soft light of the bedpost lamps didn't help you see your husband's face too well, you could tell he was smiling to himself. Proud himself. Proud of how far both you'd have come.

Now safe with nice weighted blankets to keep you warm, he glances over to his hand. Scarred and yet somehow, still there. Still alive.

Like you.

You were still there. There for him, despite everything.

Despite everything, you still loved him.

He pulls you close, kissing the crown of your head with the covers wrapped around the both of you. The soft lights silhouette around your form, giving you a crown of light behind your own. A halo, if he was wording it right in his head.

Though, you don't notice this yourself. Ethan surely did. He was your husband, after all.

“I love you, you know that, right babe?” His voice was soft, gentle. That's how his voice always was, with you and Rose. Always. Gentle with her, gentle with you. That's how it should be, Ethan thought. He runs his thumb over your shoulder, holding you as close as he possibly could.

“I know, I know.” You reply softly, chuckling. “Don't have to tell me twice.” You add, you run your hand along his jaw to the apple of his cheek. You press your lips against his, into a sweet kiss. Short and sweet, then you pull away from his lips.

Although you were married, it never stopped Ethan's face from heating up completely whenever you kissed him. Anywhere, really. His hands, his lips, his forehead. He'd melt if you kissed his hands. Always. Kiss along his knuckles, and he'll turn into red in the face goop.

And you do just that, like a little bedtime ritual you've committed yourself to ever since you've both found a place to rest your heads under. Kissing each knuckle, holding his hand gently in yours. Blessing your lips onto his skin, he felt honored. To be this in love with you, to be the object of your affection.

Ethan can't help but lay there, a bit flustered and quietly going along with your movements. He doesn't really know how to react, besides just going along with what you're doing. He wasn't the best with words when it came to things like this.

You pull away from his hand, smiling to yourself when you see how red in the face Ethan was. And, to add to his flusteredness, you place a kiss on his forehead. That was the final nail in the coffin for him, a soft, plush coffin.

“Goodnight, dear.” You say, snuggling into the covers. Your hand snakes around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

“Goodnight, dear.” He repeats back, taking your body language as a signal to turn off the lights and finally get some sleep.

It takes him a couple minutes of cuddling to finally calm down the heat in his face.

#꒰͡ ♡ Ethan Winters ♡ ͡꒱ㅤ #dividers by pommecita #!!!#last post of the year #♡#‧ ₊ ﹒ ୨ ♰ ୧ ﹒ ₊ ‧#ethan winters x you #ethan winters x reader #ethan winters #re fluff #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader

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wallflowerimagines · 1 year

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Egg's Masterlist

🌺🪷For all my favorite Wallflowers🌸🌼

Last Updated: 4/21/2023

Resident Evil 8: Village

All Four Lords

The Lords React to You Using Slang

The Lords With An Emotionally Distant Partner

The Lords with a Bloodborne Hunter Partner

Virgin Reader wants the Lords as their First

The Lords With a Firebending Partner

The Lords With a Shy but (Hardcore) Protective Partner

Their Partner is Eva Reincarnated

The Lords with a Playfully Affectionate Partner

Their Partner Gets a New Tattoo

Their Partner Dies(Angst)

The Lords + Dimitrescu Daughters React to You going to College

With a Bony, but Cuddly Partner

The Lords With a HANDSY Partner

Their Partner Can See Ghosts

Their Partner Has Chronic Pain

The Lords x Buff! Reader

Their Partner Enjoys Emo and Pop-Punk Music

Their Partner Plays Lots of Instruments

The Lords Milder Kink Headcannons (Suggestive, N*S*F*Wy)

Reader has Horrible Period Cramps

The Lords adopt a Child Reader with Mercury Wings

Reader steals and Wears Their Clothes

Reader Has Gutter Brain and Lives In Horny Jail (Suggestive)

Their Partner Dresses up Fancy

Reader Rejects The Lords (Angst)

Alcina Dimitrescu

Lady Dimitrescu Crush Headcannons

Alcina x Passive! Reader

Lady Dimitrescu's N*S*F*W Preferences(Smut, GN)

Alcina x Dense! Reader

Her Partner Has a Warehouse Job

Alcina x Autistic! Reader

...Their Partner is Eva Reincarnated, Goofy Edition (Suggestive)

Donna Beneviento

Donna Beneviento Crush Headcannons

First Kiss Headcannons

Her Partner Has a Warehouse Job

Touchstarved! Donna x Affectionate! Reader

Donna x VERY SHY! Reader

Donna x Mute! Reader

Relationship Brainrot, Donna Edition

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore Moreau Crush Headcannons

Moreau x Cuddly! Reader

Moreau x Dense! Reader

Reader Rejects the Other Lords in Favor of Salvatore

Affection Brainrot, Moreau Edition

TouchStarved! Moreau x Affectionate! Reader

Karl Heisenberg

Karl Heisenberg Crush Headcannons

...Their Partner is Eva Reincarnated, Goofy Edition (Suggestive)

The Sales Pitch (Smut, Fem! Reader)

Friends to Lovers Is Cannon Brainrot, Sorry not Sorry

His Partner Attempts Suicide (TW: Suicide)

The Duke

With a HANDSY Partner

Ethan Winters

The Crackship (Ethan x Miranda)

With a Bony, Cuddly Partner

Dimitrescu Daughters

Bela Dimitrescu Crush Headcannons

Cassandra Dimitrescu Crush Headcannons

Daniela Dimitrescu Crush Headcannons

Bela x Magic! Reader

The Daughters and Lady Dimitrescu Are introduced to Sparkling Blood

Fallout 4

Travis Miles Crush Headcannons

Travis Miles Relationship Headcannons

Travis Miles x DJ! Sole Survivor

Vault-Tech Rep Crush Headcannons

Kent Connolly Confession Headcannons

Misc. Imagines

To Be Updated!

#masterlist #egg speaks #egg's masterlist #wallflowerimagines

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mishwanders · 2 years

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Taking Them All

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Chris Redfield x Ethan Winters x GN Reader

Genre/Rating: Smut/Adult. Minors DNI.

Warnings: foursome, oral, dp, grinding, drinking, etc.

The bartender slid over a glass to you and you thanked them for it, drinking it down on one gulp before slamming the glass down on the table. Your compatriots followed suit, taking their own shots with you. You looked over at one of them, Ethan Winters, who you know was not know for taking shots. His face contorted in disgust as he coughed at him. You, Leon, and Chris all chuckled at him. Leon patted him on the back.

“Told you to hold your breath man.” He reminded

“Yeah, just wasn’t expect it to taste like… that.” Ethan replied

The bartender brought over the rest of your drinks, and you four thanked them, making your way over to a cleared table at the end of the room and proceeded to just drink and talk.

The four of you had just finished up a mission that was in collaboration with the DSO and BSAA. Yourself and Ethan Winters had been new recruits into both of the departments after surviving a horrifying night at Baker’s house together. This was your first mission out on the field since the incident. Chris and Leon both wanted to be there to ensure your safety first hand.

Thankfully, things went astronomically better this time around versus at the Baker’s house, ending things a day early. You all decided to spend the evening together, to let lose a bit. It had been a while since any of you felt like you were able to do so.

Chris had already downed his first beer for the evening, another already being placed in front of him. He definitely wasn’t a light weight by any means, but he was already beginning to get a bit mouthy with you. He was the one you argued with the most on missions - purely out of fun for you and to watch him get railed up. But he knew just how to push your buttons too.

“All I’m saying is, you needed me out there, helping save your ass from those damn things.” he stated, taking another swig of his beer.

“Oh please Redfield, I literally had to pull one of those damn zombies off of your back to save your ass after you jumped in there like an idiot.” Leon commented, his cheeks already flushed red after finishing his glass of whisky

“Yeah and I didn’t need you to save me.” You added, your words already becoming a bit slurred from being a lightweight.

Chris laughed at you - you weren’t even trying to give him a good come back.

Ethan brought his hand up to your chin and pulling your face to look at his. His pretty green eyes shinning as he stared into yours.

“Come on, I know you can do better than that.” He pointed out.

Chris and Leon looked at each other, a bit dumbfounded as they both watched you two, seeing how your expression changed when Ethan looked at you, seeing how embarrassed and giddy you were around him when you were drunk. The two of them knew you had a crush on them, having made innocent glances and at them before. They’d even spoken about it before with each other, and asking you for a threesome was on the table at one point. But now seeing how you also reacted to Ethan had ideas forming in their heads.

Leon decided he was going to take this as the perfect opportunity to rial you up even more. He moved in closer to you, placing his hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. You turned to face him, you eyes wide as he gave you a cheeky grin. He wasn’t being serious right now, was he?

He arched his brow at you.

He was definitely being serious.

Ethan looked over at then two of you and placed his hand on your neck, which forced you to turn back to him. He leaned in close to you, his warm breath causing bumps to erupt across your skin as whispered.

“I’m down if you are.”

Chris grunted from the other side of Leon, forcing you two to look back at him and Leon and again.

“If you want to get fucked so badly, why don’t you just go up stairs - the rooms are empty.” He mentioned, finishing another beer.

“And will you be joining all three of us, Red? I think you could use a good fuck too.”

The big guy almost choked on his beer as you said that. You laughed at him as the other chuckled along. You knew how to pin the down the big guy.

“If you three really want to do this, then meet me up in my room in ten minutes. Sound good?”

They all agreed to it and you took off to your room. You walked in, making sure it stayed unlocked. The room was clean, so that was good. You began to undress when you heard a knock on the door. You walked over, seeing Ethan on the other side. You opened it, allowing him in and shutting the door behind you.

You watched as Ethan’s eyes wandered down you mostly naked body, a smile creeping up across his face. He brought his hands up to your face, pulling you into a kiss, his lips immediately lock onto yours. His right hand began to wander down your body, feeling every curve and dip while the other kept your lips planted to each other. A breathy moan escaped you as his hands wandered down further, in between your legs, feeling how wet you already were under the confines of the rest of your clothes. You pushed him back a bit, receiving a confused look from him.

“Let’s move this to the bed.” You whispered

He pulled you over to it by you hands. He sat down on the edge of it while you straddled his lap. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, going back in for another kiss. You began to grind down onto him, feeling how hard he already was for you as you were swallowing the moans escaping him with each kiss.

Before you could go any further with him though, you heard another knock at the door. You pulled away from Ethan, panting.

“Would you mind getting that for me?” You asked sweetly

He planted another kiss on your lips.

“Anything for you.”

You moved off of him, sitting on the edge of the bed as he answered two door. It was Leon. The man moved passed Leon into the room, seeing you splayed out on the edge of the bed. You watched as that cheeky smirk appeared over his face, along with the lust that filled his blue eyes. Leon moved in closer to your, kneeling before you and placing a kiss on you leg.

“You look amazing like this.” He stated, “But I think you’d look even better with nothing at all.”

He helped you pull off the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare for both of them to see. Ethan sat back on the bed next to you, pulling you back into his lap. You began to grind down onto Ethan again, moaning from the friction you were feeling from his jeans against your naked skin. His hands were wandering across the front of your body, while Leon’s left hand entangled isn’t self in your hair, pulling your head to the side to look at him. His lips collided into yours, his tongue pushing its way past your lips tasting you.

Leon’s right hand was stationed on your thigh, squeezing harshly on it. You couldn’t help but make use of your hands too. You kept one on Ethan’s shoulder, while the other one went behind you, pulling at Leon’s belt loop to pull him closer. He began to grind on you now, his cock bulging against the confines of his pants as well.

God they both wanted you so fucking badly.

And honestly? You did too.

“I want to feel you both inside of me.” You confessed, “Take me as you please.”

You didn’t have to tell either of them twice.

Ethan flipped you underneath him, quickly removing his clothes. Leon had already gotten undressed and walked around to the side of the bed, pulling you up on all fours. He took you chin in his hand making you look up at him. You looked so damn good like this in front of him.

“Open wide sweetheart.” He commanded

You did as you were told and opened your mouth, Allowing him to shove his cock into your mouth. He pushed it all the way back into your throat, causing your to choke on it. The saliva began to form in your mouth though, lubricating him for you both as he began to face fuck you.

Leon threw his head back as he groaned. He knew your dirty mouth could do amazing things - and he was finally glad he could indulge in this one, the one he’d thought about so much since meeting you.

Ethan was finally undressed and kneeled behind you on the bed. You were aware of his presence when you felt his hand smack your ass, causing you to jump and give out a muffled scream. He chuckled at you as he gripped onto your hips, inserting himself into you. You couldn’t help but let out a moan around Leon’s cock in your mouth as Ethan stretched you out. He was bigger than you anticipated and it felt so damn good.

The room was filled with the sounds of the three of you, your moans intertwined with the sound of skin hitting each other, their balls making impact with you. Each of you were enjoying yourself so much, like a dream each of you had been wanting to come true. You were feeling completely full, drinking in how euphoric they were making you feel. But there was one you were missing terribly, and was hopping would show up.

Not long after that thought had crossed your mind, you heard the door open. Your eye fluttered open as you looked over to the door. Your heart leaped in your chest at the sight of Chris standing there, holding the extra key card you had given him in case you lost the other.

Totally not because you wanted him here.

Totally not.

But you could see the look on his face as the lust began to fill his eyes at the sight of you getting filled by the other two, looking like the dumb whore you were. You couldn’t help but smile, the drool now spilling down your chin because of it.

Leon looked over at him and chuckled.

“You’re late - only one other spot for you.”

Chris threw the key card down and started to undress himself, his eyes, still locked on you.

“That’s fine, I don’t mind sharing with him.” He replied, referring to Ethan.

Leon began to slow down his pace and pulled himself out of your mouth, Ethan following suit from behind. You panted as you looked up at Leon, pouting as you were confused as to why they stopped. That was, until you felt Redfield’s hand wrap around your neck, bringing you up to face him. He kissed you, exploring your mouth with his tongue, tasting you and the hints of Leon that were still lingering within.

Redfield let go of your neck and moved his hands down to your hips as he positioned himself underneath you on the bed. He placed his thick thighs under yours, spreading you out wide for him and Ethan now. He released you from his lips and you continued you stare down at him as he inserted his cock into you, stretching you even more than Ethan had. You couldn’t help but let out a pained moan and he had the audacity to laugh at you. You really weren’t sure how you were going to be able to take both him and Ethan, but momma didn’t raise no bitch - and you were going to fucking do it.

Leon grabbed your chin, lifting it up again so you could take him again. You did so, willingly and humming on his cock, which caused him to moan.

“Keep fucking doing that sweetheart.” He told you

Ethan came back onto the bed behind you and inserted himself into you with Chris. You let out a groan, feeling yourself aching as they were both inside of you now, thrusting into you.

The entire room was filled with a cacophony of sounds from each of you. Between you choking and moaning on Leon, his moans and quips as you continued to do your work, the labored grunts from Chris underneath you, and Ethan painting, going at it faster and harder, quickly reaching their high. The sounds all of you made, meeting each other in some way - it was like music to your ears, all of it making you feel euphoric to finally have these men that you’d imagined being with, finally having them all at once.

Ethan was the first to cum out of the four of you, his grip leaving marks in your hips as it got tighter and tighter. Once he pulled out he stood back, panting as he watched Chris continue to fuck you with his cum, pushing it further and further inside of you.

Leon was the second, filling your mouth up with his cum as he closed his eyes shut, moaning as you took it all. He forced you to swallow every bit of what he gave you, cleaning off what was left with you tongue. Once you were done Leon caressed your face, having you look up at him once again, tears filling your eyes as Chris continued to ruthlessly use you.

“You’re doing so good sweetheart.” He praised

Chris quickly pulled you away from him, flipping you over, slamming your back down onto the bed. He began to thrust into you at an ungodly pace, forcing moaned cries to escape you. He chuckled at how pathetic you were, drunk on booze and cock now. He wrapped his hand around your neck, pressing into the sides of your throat, making you even more dizzy and light headed than before. You started moaning out his named as you felt yourself tightening around him, cumming for him. He refused to let up on you, giving you a few more harsh thrusts until he was done with you. But once he was, he released your throat and removed himself from you.

Leon and Ethan came back into the room, wearing their boxer briefs and bringing you some towels, cleaning you up, and sitting you up to have some water. You thanked them and Chris immediately pulled you back to him on the bed. You felt Ethan sneak up behind you, snuggled up to you. Leon stayed at the edge of the bed, rubbing you leg. The feeling of their warm bodies cuddled up to you and taking care of you made you feel safe in their presence.

Safe enough to fall sleep in the midst of it all.

#chris redfield #leon kennedy #ethan winters #chris redfield x you #chris redfield x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #ethan winters x reader #ehtan winters x you #resident evil fic #resident evil fandom #leon s kennedy #leon s. kennedy #again #i have no excuse for this #mdni #spicy writing: chris redfield #spicy writing: Leon Kennedy #spicy writing: Ethan Winters

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dmitriene · 8 months

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— ethereal resonance.

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ «surrender to my pain»

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌«locked inside my cage»

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌«could i be a prisoner»

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ «for the voices in my brain»

summary: in the daily struggling with the viscous abyss of unhappiness, tears and an irresistible desire to reunite with your lost love, an unexpected and mystical connection arises. content: ethan winters x gn reader tags: angst, emotional hurt, character's dead, mentions of breakdown - depression - suicidal thoughts and sensitive topics, lack of communication, slightly comfort at the end and the start. author's note: hello sweets!! i'm happy to present you my first work with ethan which is slightly sad and contains sensitive themes, so i hope you'll like it! enjoy your reading) 🌫️

Your once happy marriage to Ethan was a cocoon of warmth and love, your home a haven filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the comforting familiarity of each other.

Each morning began with the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains and casting a warm golden glow throughout your shared bedroom, when you woke up you were greeted by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and Ethan's gentle kisses on your forehead, setting the tone for another wonderful day together.

Your days were filled with stolen glances and shared smiles, small gestures that spoke volumes about your love, the walls of your home were adorned with photographs of your happiest moments — holidays on sunny beaches, cozy evenings by the fireplace and stolen kisses in the rain, these photographs served as a constant reminder about the love you shared.

The evenings were a symphony of togetherness, you cooked dinner together, the aroma of your favorite dishes filled the air, the dinner table was a platform for conversations that seemed to have no end, where you shared your thoughts, hopes and fears, the quiet sound of your laughter echoed through everyone corner of your house.

But then this happiness was cruelly taken away.

The day Ethan died, your world fell apart.

The atmosphere in your home became one of unbearable sorrow and oppressive emptiness, every room was cold and silent, devoid of the warmth that once filled it, once loved photographs now served as a painful reminder of what was lost.

Your days became an endless cycle of despair, you retreated from the world, locked in the house that was once your refuge of warmth and love, the curtains remained drawn, casting an eternal shadow over your life, the house became a labyrinth of memories with a piece of Ethan kept in every corner, a reminder of a life lost.

Every night you retreated to your shared bedroom, tears staining the pillow where you once shared dreams and whispered sweet nothings, sleep was elusive and when it came, it brought dreams of being reunited with Ethan, dreams that were both balm and torment.

The morning was the cruelest part of your day, you woke up to a world that seemed emptier with each sunrise, the first rays of sunlight that were once a joyful greeting now only illuminated the harsh reality of your loneliness, your bed that once was a place of general warmth and intimacy became cold and deserted.

Tears became your constant companion, a river of sadness that flowed endlessly from your eyes, they wet your pillows and stained your cheeks — a tangible manifestation of the pain rooted in your soul, each tear contained the weight of your grief, a heavy burden that threatened to consume you .

The rest of the day passed in a blur, you moved through life like a ghost, cut off from the world around you, ordinary tasks seemed insurmountable and simple solutions became overwhelming, the atmosphere in your home became oppressive, the walls seemed to close in around you, locking you in a prison of despair.

At night, when darkness fell, the real torment began.

Sleep offered no respite, instead it brought vivid dreams of being reunited with Ethan, in these dreams he was so close, his presence was almost tangible, you could hear his voice, feel his touch and for a brief moment were transported back to the time when your love was alive and well.

But then, cruelly, you woke up.

The atmosphere of these moments of semi consciousness was in stark contrast to the dreams, you jerked in bed and the crushing reality of Ethan's absence crashed down on you, the room would be immersed in shadows and the silence would be deafening.

Gradually, thoughts of suicide began to enter your mind like an inexorable storm, the quagmire in your thoughts was suffocating, as if a dark cloud had descended over your consciousness.

She whispered to you, offering an escape from unrelenting pain, a way to reconnect with the love you so desperately missed.

Every day became a battle between the desire to be free from suffering and the faint glimmer of hope that still simmered within you, your existence was a constant struggle, a war between the darkness that threatened to consume you and the memory of the love that once brought you so much joy.

In those moments of despair, it seemed as if there was no way out of the suffocating cocoon of grief and longing, and you were adrift in a sea of sadness, desperately searching for a lifeline to hold on to, a way to find meaning and purpose in a world that had lost its shine.

Then, one evening, an unexpected glimmer of light and the somehow familiar sound of Ethan's voice broke the suffocating silence.

The scenery changed again, but this time it was as if a faint thread of hope had made its way through the darkness, the soft yellow light that danced in the corners of your house seemed like a lifeline, a connection to the love you had lost.

Ethan's voice, a soothing whisper in the silence, seemed to call you, telling you to hold on, as if he was trying to convey something, to tell you that in some form he was still with you, the sharply empty space was filled with the feeling of his lingering presence, and you clung to these manifestations of his existence in your head.

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

These moments of unearthly connection became your lifeline, the only thing that kept you from the abyss of despair.

The yellow lights and his voice were a fragile bridge to the life you once knew — a reminder that love, in one form or another, can survive even in the darkest of times.

The cemetery was shrouded in a heavy, gloomy atmosphere — as you approached it, your footsteps echoed along the gravel path, the sky above was overcast, casting a dull gray pallor on the landscape, and the air was thick with the weight of sadness.

The road leading to the cherished grave was lined with silent rows of tombstones, evidence of the countless lives that came before, and the inevitable end that brought you here.

As you approached the grave, the world around you seemed to recede, leaving you in a bubble of isolation, your steps slow and heavy — each one a reluctant step closer to your heart's desire to be reunited with Ethan in the land of the dead.

You stood in front of a grave, the final resting place of a loved one, the tombstone was a stark reminder of the permanence of death, the world felt still as if it was holding its breath in awe of the pain that brought you here, the tombstone served as a stark reminder — a reminder of a reality that is impossible to escape leave.

With trembling hands, you reached out to touch the cold stone surface, your fingers tracing the letters of Ethan's name as tears welled up in your eyes, the world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only you and the memory of your lost love.

In a voice choked with melancholy, you whispered — «I can't live without you, Ethan, life has lost all meaning»

But then, in a moment that surpassed all reason and expectation, the dull gray sky above seemed to part, allowing grains of golden light, reminiscent of the sun, to form in the air out of nowhere and fall directly onto Ethan's gravestone, enveloping him in a warm, ethereal light.

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched in amazement, the light intensifying, swirling and merging until it formed the unmistakable shape of the letters.

The words became clear, shining brightly in the golden light and seemed to float in the air — «I want you to live, love, please..»

Shock and disbelief filled you as you read the message, as if Ethan's very essence had taken shape in those glowing letters, you couldn't understand what was happening, maybe it was some strange trick of the light, or maybe your grief stricken feelings were playing tricks on you a cruel joke?

As you continued to look at the inscription, the realization slowly dawned on you, this was not a trick, not a mere coincidence, it was Ethan's voice, his presence reaching out to you from beyond the grave, he was still with you, even if not in a physical sense, but in such a way that he overcame the boundaries of life and death.

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, a mixture of relief, gratitude and overwhelming emotions, that made you silently fell to your knees in front of the gravestone, reaching out your hands to touch the words as if confirming their reality — «Ethan» you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of joy and sadness — «You're still here with me..?»

The environment seemed to respond with a light breeze that rustled the leaves of nearby trees, calming with its caress, and it was then that you realized that Ethan was still with you, albeit not in the physical sense, but in the sense that went beyond the boundaries of the possible and familiar.

You were no longer alone, you had Ethan with you, a presence that defied the limits of mortality, and a love that could never truly be extinguished.

And as you cried tears of loss and gratitude, you made a silent promise to fulfill his wish, to cherish the memory of your love and to find a way to move forward, to live knowing that a part of Ethan would always be there— your side.

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