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I have seen in my years of circling this site + reddit that people see him as a Scorpio. While I do think this fits, I also think that’s wrong…

Slade, to me, gives off unhealed Virgo Sun. Not the sweet and friendly type - the perfectionist type. He comes across as a ruthless perfectionist rather than anything soft or nervous. This is someone who is hyper-disciplined, methodical, and obsessed with efficiency. He doesn’t just plan; he optimizes. People aren’t people to him at first glance; they’re variables, pieces on a board to be arranged. Emotions exist, but they’re compartmentalized and often ignored in favor of results. He’s quietly critical, constantly analyzing, and almost always several steps ahead of everyone else in the room. That precision is what makes him dangerous.

Now here’s where I put Scorpio on the board. Slade is DEFINITELY (trust me bro) a Scorpio Moon. All the emotional intensity is very much there, it’s just hidden. This is where his control issues, trust issues, and emotional depth live. He feels things deeply, but instead of expressing them openly, he internalizes them and transforms them into power or control. Slade is the type to form strong attachments but never admit how much they matter. There’s a possessive edge to him here, along with a tendency to hold grudges indefinitely. Nothing is ever really let go of — it’s just buried and weaponized later.

The rising sign of a person/character is the face they show to the world. The ‘mask’ if you will. Your sun and rising could be complete opposites and it wouldn’t matter. What people see is the rising. A Capricorn Rising fits the way he presents himself to the world. This is the mask: composed, authoritative, and completely unshakable. He gives off an immediate sense of control and dominance,,, like someone who expects to be respected without having to ask for it. There’s a long-game mentality here. everything he does feels intentional and calculated. People don’t see what’s underneath; they see structure, discipline, and someone who always seems in control of the situation.

For a fake birthday that aligns with all of this, something in the range of September 10th to 15th (9/11) works really well in my opinion. It keeps him firmly in Virgo territory, but in that sharper, more severe part of the sign that leans into discipline and control rather than softness.

for some added fun, there are different planets in our charts that rule certain areas. Mars, for example, is the planet that rules rage, anger, and lust/sex. And for Slade,,,

…His Aries Mars explains how he actually acts, especially in combat or high-pressure situations. This placement brings aggression, speed, and decisiveness. He doesn’t hesitate; he moves. While the rest of his chart is controlled and strategic, this is where that restraint snaps into action. He’s direct, forceful, and thrives in conflict. It balances out his more calculated nature by giving him that edge of immediacy and brutality when needed.

His Venus sign is where things get a bit more revealing imo. Venus rules love and relationships (even platonic/familial). A Scorpio Venus fits him almost too well. This is someone who doesn’t do casual or light affection. When he forms attachments, they’re intense, consuming, and often tied up with control. He values loyalty above everything, but his version of loyalty can feel possessive or even suffocating. Vulnerability is incredibly difficult for him, so instead of expressing love in a healthy, open way, it comes out through protection, control, or emotional tests and manipulation…. He wants to understand someone completely, sometimes to the point of dismantling them emotionally just to see what’s underneath.

So, based on all this.. you end up with someone who appears controlled and calculated on the outside, but is carrying a deep well of intensity underneath. He doesn’t act on emotion impulsively; he studies it, suppresses it, and then uses it strategically. You don’t see the Scorpio placements immediately…. but when it shows, it’s impossible to ignore. But, tldr: Virgo fits him far more. (Guys trust me Virgo men are evil jk jk)

A = Aftercare

Bruce is very particular about your comfort more than his both during and after sex. He carries himself with a Quiet, deliberate tenderness that you only see once the deed is done. Bruce isn’t chatty right after. He’s slow, grounded, and very present. He loves pulling you close without rushing and steady his breathing you can sync yours too. He makes sure your nervous system comes back down before anything else happens.

Bruce shows affection through doing. Before you even think about rolling out of bed, he’d have warm shower already running and clean towels laid out before you even ask. He’s gentle with his touches and enjoys massaging or moisturizing you after. It’s reverent, almost. Like he’s taking responsibility for your body being in his hands.

B = Body Part

Bruce isn’t obvious about attraction.

He’s not the type to leer or comment. What catches him is posture, confidence, how someone carries themselves, the way they move when they’re relaxed or emotional. So he’s not loudly “boobs vs booty” in the way some characters are. HOWEVER… he has a slight preference to breasts. The size does not matter but he does prefer smaller. He also has a thing for hands, especially manicured ones.

On himself, Bruce is most proud of his hands. He knows he’s muscular but his hands have both saved lives, repaired things and held you. Which is a win in his book.

C = Cum

Bruce doesn’t like a mess, so his favorite place to cum Is inside of you, or inside a condom. (Preferably raw inside of you, though.) He’s very careful and would only do that with a committed partner. He also likes cumming in your mouth, holding under your chin as he watches you swallow his big load and calling you a good girl.

D = Dirty Secret

He may or may not have caught you masturbating to him with one of the many hidden cameras he has access to inside Wayne Manor. He feels so guilty for it, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t jerk off to it a couple of times.

E = Experience

Bruce is very, VERY experienced. He knows exactly how to please you. He’s been with plenty of partners.

F = Favourite Position

Bruce loves missionary. He likes being on top of you with his weight, holding your face and kissing you. He’s very attentive and he likes to see your expressions so he can read you and make sure it feels good. While he has a lot of restraint, he is still a man and he also enjoys doggy style. His big hands coming around your waist tightly is enough to send him over the edge every time, plus he loves to smack your ass in this position.

G = Goofy

Bruce isn’t the type to giggle or laugh at all unless there’s certain circumstances. (He’s not a total hard-ass.) With sex, he tries to keep his composure just like with everything else, but he does slip up sometimes. If you were embarrassed he’d make sure you felt comfortable and would laugh with you.

H = Hair

Very well maintained. He takes very good care of himself both hygiene and hair wise. He doesn’t shave completely but the hairs are short, clean, and trimmed in a very particular way. He has no preference with you, so long as you’re clean!

I = Intimacy

Intimacy is very important to Bruce. He isn’t detached, mechanical, or purely physical during sex; for him, intimacy is the point. Physical closeness is how he stays present, anchoring himself instead of slipping into control or dissociation. He stays close the entire time, constantly seeking eye contact. He rests his forehead against yours, keeping his hands on your face, neck, or back, because he wants to feel you with him, not just beside him. He’s emotionally tuned in to every detail, reading your breathing, subtle shifts in tension, and even the quiet sounds you don’t realize you’re making, adjusting instantly if anything changes so you feel seen rather than handled. Kissing is constant and intentional, something he uses to ground himself, reassure you, and communicate what he can’t always say out loud, soft and unhurried instead of confined to the beginning or end.

J = Jerk Off

Bruce doesn’t do it since he has very good self control and needs to focus on things. Once in a blue moon he will indulge but he mostly just holds off until he can see you.

K = Kinks

I actually see Bruce as vanilla for the most part. He sleeps around and has had plenty of one-night-stands and hookups. During those times, he doesn’t do anything crazy. However once you two are committed he starts showing his kinkier side. He has a thing for lingerie, ropes/shibari, brat taming, praise, and orgasm control/denial. He’s gonna make you beg for it. Bruce has a breeding kink as well, and even though he’s got a bunch of adoptive kids + Damian already, he’d love the chance to properly have children with his beloved. The thought of having a family with you actually really gets him horny. He loves the idea of you being full and swollen with his baby. Bruce also gets off on intimacy. He needs to feel close to you.

L = Location

As I have mentioned (and will continue to) - Bruce is very private. He’d never have sex outside of Wayne Manor. It’s too risky. You could get hurt, he could have to leave abruptly and patrol etc. he also wouldn’t want to be caught by Alfred or the bat boys (even though they’ve heard it before.) inside the mansion, there’s no place that’s off limits. But, Bruce prefers to have sex in his master bedroom, the library, his office or the bat cave. (So he can try out new gadgets on you.). He’s also fucked you in the Batmobile before.

M = Motivation

Loves seeing you in lingerie, expensive dresses and nice heels. Truthfully (not to be corny) but he gets off on just seeing your face, makeup or not. He’d also be a bit more touchy if you were pregnant with his baby.

N = No

Bruce would never actually hurt you. Any marks or bruises you have will have been an accident and you better believe he would drop everything to treat you and make sure you’re okay. While he is calculated with his dominance, he wouldn’t be extremely rough either. He is also very private. The thought of someone else watching you while he makes love to you and fucks your brains out? Yeah, not happening. He isn’t into quickies either. It makes him feel like he’s taking advantage of you.

O = Oral

Bruce is more of a giver. He likes to make sure you feel good before he worries about his own pleasure. He likes when your fingers twist in his hair, pulling him as he pushes you over the edge and feels your juices spill into his mouth. He can’t deny he likes receiving head though. His hand gently in your hair, pushing you deeper as he looks into your eyes.. the sight alone of your beautiful face makes him nearly cum on the spot. Bruce eats a balanced diet, so his cum tastes really sweet. Definitely why he makes you swallow every time.

P = Pace

Bruce centres his pace around you. You like it fast? Hell fuck you fast. You like it slow? He’ll fuck you slow. His personal preference is to fuck you slow because he likes to feel everything and really savour the moment.

Q = Quickies

Nope. Not a fan. Like I mentioned above he feels like he’s using you and he needs to make sure you cum. Plus, he liked to take his time with you. The thought of being caught? Not his thing. If you convince him to have a quickie you’re gonna get a night of edging later…

R = Risk

He gambles a lot on getting you pregnant because of his breeding kink. But besides that, Bruce is not a man who takes risks. He’d never gamble on hurting you, being caught or having anything embarrassing happening to you.

S = Stamina

Assuming he has no patrolling to do, or Wayne enterprise meetings, and he has the whole day for you - he can go multiple rounds. His most is 5, but he can train and push himself to go more if you need. If it takes you a while to cum he can cold himself off for a while too. His pleasure is all about your pleasure. He’s willing to try different and complicated positions that use a lot of stamina too.

T = Toys

He has lots of toys he likes to use on you, and ropes + handcuffs too. Bruce is the type to have a remote control vibrator in you and use it at the worst and best of times. He enjoys seeing you squirm and teaching you how to be disciplined. On that topic, he has a specific bat suit he uses with lots of toys and gadgets for your pleasure. He’s fantasized of fucking you in the bat cave too, since he has a lot of ropes and chains that you could have fun with. In general, he prefers to use himself on you. But he doesn’t mind indulging once in a while. Although he insists he can make you feel as good as a vibrator..

U = Unfair

If you’ve been particularly bratty, he won’t say anything. He just gives you a look at the dinner table that screams “you’re gonna get it later.” At that point, you better expect that later on you’re getting tied up, having a vibrator on your clit while he watches and adjusts the settings on and off. It would feel so unfair. Constantly edging, constantly close to orgasming but never actually doing it. He’d be snarky after - “are you going to behave now?” And won’t stop unless you’re begging with tears in your eyes. If he’s feeling particularly unfair, he’ll turn on the vibe to a custom setting and go on patrol.

V = Volume

Bruce is quiet, and monotone during sex. You won’t hear him moan, but he’ll let out grunts and curse words under his breath. He also talks to you during sex, but not in a degrading way. “That feel good baby? Tell me how much you need my cock. I’m gonna put a baby into you.”

W = Wild Card

He has a very specific scenario in his head where he’d let you dominate him. He needs to see you in heels and lingerie he bought for you, pushing him down onto the bed in his bat suit and riding him until you milk him dry, calling him a good boy. Bonus points if you squeeze his cheeks and spit in his mouth. It’s the only time he’ll let you take control.

X = X Ray

A friend of mine in my discord shared this image with me and I haven’t been the same. Although for my personal headcannon, I see Bruce as uncut - the image is basically canon. He’s cut, veiny, and 7.5-8” (hard). He’s hung, in every aspect. You’ll definitely need a lot of prep before he fucks you silly. It’s part of the reason why he’s so attentive. He doesn’t want to hurt you or stretch you too bad.

Y = Yearning

He’s very controlled with his emotions and lust. Of course he wants to fuck every pretty person he sees, but he’s respectful enough to push those emotions aside. When he’s with you, he’s loyal and doesn’t think like that. His yearning for sex depends entirely on his day. He’s always attracted to you, so the more he’s around you the harder it is to hide his emotions and yearning.

Z = Zzz (Sleep)

Bruce has mastered the art of micro naps and having a very tedious sleep schedule. He can sleep and awaken on command, and that’s no different with sex. It all depends on the context. If you’re fucking at night, he has to patrol (usually, unless Robin can help out). In which case he’d channel his energy into that, kissing you goodnight. If it’s mid day - he might use that opportunity to take a short nap.

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 is peak boy dad energy!! (Walk with me here…) roughhousing, early morning workouts, teaching discipline and loyalty are what he strives best at with his son(s). Chris is still deeply affectionate in that awkward, earnest Redfield way. He raises strong, compassionate sons…. but if he ever has a daughter? He’s undone. Completely wrapped around her finger and violently protective, just like he was with Claire. I can see Chris having 2-3 kids with his partner!

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒 is 100% boy dad. It’s genetic at this point. (Iirc he had 4 brothers). You best believe he wants a loud house, constant chaos, brothers piled on each other, zero volume control. He thrives in it. Teaches his sons humor, confidence, and how to stand up for themselves. The “cool dad” everyone else’s kids like. I can see Carlos having 3-4 kids with his partner!

𝐋𝐔𝐈𝐒 has girl dad written all over him. He’s Soft-spoken, affectionate, playful. Encourages curiosity and creativity, reads bedtime stories, lets her paint his nails. Teaches her intelligence before strength. Emotionally present in a way that surprises everyone who meets him. :,) he would spoil his little girl and quite literally call her his princess. Oh, and you just know she bosses him around. I can only see Luis having one child with his partner!

𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑 gives vibes that he’d want both, like a “traditional” household. He’s harsh on the surface, but deeply protective. Trains his son hard and early with discipline, endurance, control. His daughter though?? Different story. Still strong, still capable, but she gets a softer version of him he doesn’t show often. Would die for either without hesitation, but his little girl is spoiled rotten.

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 is a girl dad, and no not because of canon (Rose). He’s patient, gentle, endlessly loving. Encourages independence while still being incredibly nurturing. The type to stay up all night if she’s scared, even if he’s exhausted. Would absolutely sacrifice everything for hjs daughter(s) again. I can see Ethan having 1 additional child (after Rose) with his partner. Be that with Mia or with you/your OC!

𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑 has no preference at all. He Doesn’t care whether it’s a boy or a girl since he sees them more as an extension of himself than a child. Hes absent, emotionally cold, and convinced they’ll “figure it out on their own.” If he’s involved at all, it’s for control or legacy. Parenting is… questionable at best. Plus, he already has Jake that he didn’t even care/know about. Children to him are more of a distraction, unless they could benefit him somehow.

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒 is a girl dad!! He’s attentive, protective without being overbearing, and surprisingly good at emotional reassurance. Listens seriously to her feelings, encourages her dreams, and worries constantly about doing things “right.” He’d be so sweet with her, especially in the newborn and toddler stage. I can see piers having one, or maybe two kids with his partner! (In which case he’d want a girl and a boy!) buttttttt. He still gives girl dad energy!

𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 is also a girl dad! Quiet, reserved, but fiercely loving. Protective in a calm, grounded way. Teaches independence and survival skills while still being gentle and patient. Not very verbal, but shows love through actions. She’s his whole world.

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐆 is a boy dad since he embodies pure boy dad chaos. Teaching mechanical skills way too early, encouraging rebellion, proud of every scraped knee. Karl is loud, sarcastic and deeply attached even if he pretends not to be. He wants his son strong, clever, and unafraid of the world. I can only see him having one child with his partner. He loves his son too much and doesn’t wanna split that love with more kids :p

The low thrum of music vibrated through the floor of the bar, mingling with laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional cheer from the pool table near the back. It wasn’t a seedy place, but it wasn’t polished either. Dim lighting, worn leather booths, and a jukebox that kept skipping every third track. Local charm.

You sat alone at the bar, your whiskey neat - untouched for the past five minutes. You watched the game in the back corner with a steady gaze, sharp but unreadable. You looked like you belonged everywhere and nowhere—relaxed in your seat, but with an edge that made people think twice about approaching you.

You told yourself this was just a way to unwind. A new city, a new job starting tomorrow, and one night to breathe. But part of you was restless, unsure if you were hoping to be left alone or for something unexpected to happen.

Something unexpected walked in.

Chris Redfield pushed through the door like he owned the place. Broad-shouldered, loud without even speaking yet, his presence filled the room almost immediately. He tossed a grin to the bartender, slapped his teammate Forest on the back, and beelined for the pool table, already halfway into a beer.

He was buzzed, clearly, but not sloppy. Just that perfect midpoint of confidence and recklessness—eyes bright, voice just a little louder than necessary.

You caught him out of the corner of your eye and quickly looked back at your glass of whiskey.

Too loud. Too cocky. Not your type.

But then—

“Nice call on that last shot,” came a voice behind you. Low, amused. Confident.

You turned just enough to see him standing there, pool cue in hand, leaning against the bar like he belonged at your side. It was the same guy. The one with the smile like he knew something you didn’t.

arching a brow, you spoke. “I didn’t say anything.”

Chris tilted his head. “Didn’t have to. You were watching. I saw that look—like you knew he was gonna miss.” He said, referring to the other pool table you had been watching.

You shrugged, taking a small sip of your drink. “He was holding the cue too tight. Rookie mistake.”

That caught him off guard just enough to make him grin wider.

“You play?”

“A little.”

Chris extended his hand, casually. “Chris.” You looked at it, then shook. Brief. Controlled, before offering your name.

Something flickered between you both —recognition, maybe. Not of the face, but of the feeling. That gut-level spark that made you sit up straighter. Neither of you said anything about it.

Chris gestured toward the table, beer in his hand. “Come on. One game. Loser buys the next round.”

You hesitated. Normally, this was where you’d say no. You didn’t do this. Didn’t take strangers up on casual drinks or flirtatious pool games. But… there was something disarming and dreamy about the way Chris stood there, waiting, not pressuring. Almost like you could trust this cocky man.

Was he even truly cocky? Or just drunk? Time would tell. Maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe it was the city…

You slid off the barstool and spoke; “One game.”

The bar wasn’t exactly packed, but people turned to watch when you took the cue. Maybe it was because you moved like someone who knew exactly what you were doing—or maybe because Chris Redfield, local favorite chaos machine, had just challenged a woman no one had ever seen before. Racoon City was more of a small town after all. Newcomers always stood out like a sore thumb.

Chris racked the balls lazily, grinning to himself.

“You want break?”

You raised a brow. “You sure?”

He shrugged, leaning against the table, one hand still holding his beer. “Ladies first.” He said, before taking a big gulp - enough to finish his drink.

You gave him a dry smile, leaned down, and broke the rack clean—sharp, powerful, without a trace of hesitation. Two stripes sunk immediately.

Chris straightened up. “…Okay, damn.”

“Still sure you want to play?” You asked, cue in hand, eyes fixed on the next shot.

“I like a challenge,” Chris said. “Especially when it’s cute.”

You paused, just for a second. It was a cheesy line, but there was something about the way he said it—unfiltered, like it wasn’t part of a game. You hid your smile as you lined up your next shot.

The two of you went back and forth for a while. Chris was good—better than he let on—but you were precise. Focused. You moved like a sniper in disguise, never wasting a shot. Chris, for all his bravado, was clearly impressed.

“You military?” he asked at one point, when you made a difficult bank shot without blinking.

You glanced at him, carefully. “Something like that.” A smirk appeared on your face.

He nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Figured. You’ve got that posture. That no-bullshit thing going on.”

“You, on the other hand,” you said, stepping back so he could take his turn, “look like trouble.”

Chris grinned. “I get that a lot.”

As the game wound down, it was clear you were going to win the game. Chris didn’t seem to mind. He was having more fun watching you, than trying to win a silly pool game. That cockiness and eagerness could be saved for the next time he Played with Joseph or Barry.

When you sank the final shot, he held up his hands in mock defeat.

“Well, damn. You’ve got a hell of an aim.” Chris said, his eyes never leaving your face. For a moment he could have sworn he felt his cheeks turn red, but that had to have been the alcohol. Right?

“Thanks,” you said, resting the cue on the table. “You’re not bad yourself.” You winked.

Chris grabbed his wallet, pulled out a few bills, and handed them to the bartender. “Another round for the pretty lady. And one for me.”

You hesitated. This was the part where you should say goodnight. Walk away. Go home. Sleep. Big day tomorrow…But you didn’t move. Something compelled you to stay. After all - being new to this small town, you’d definitely need a friend, or two.

“You always this forward with strangers?” You asked softly.

“Only the ones I don’t want to stay strangers.” Chris said bluntly. Enough to make his two friends, Joseph and Barry peer over out of curiosity. There was a pause. Not awkward—just charged. Like both you and Chris knew this night wasn’t going to end here.

You sipped your drink. Your cheeks were a little warm now, but you blamed the whiskey. “What if I don’t want anything serious?”

Chris met her gaze, surprisingly honest. “Neither do I. But I also don’t do this with just anyone.”

That made her blink. It was unexpected. So was the way her heart tugged a little at his statement. She felt like a hypocrite…

Maybe it was the city. Maybe it was him.

A beat passed.

“Listen, you wanna get out of here, sweetheart?” he asked, quieter this time. Hoping his friends didn’t notice. For all his stories of hooking up with various women, he didn’t want you to feel any kind of pressure.

You didn’t answer right away. Just held his beautiful brown eyes for a second too long, then nodded once. Before you knew it, you were walking the streets of Raccoon City, heading to his apartment while he smoked a cigarette.

Once you arrived, the night turned into a blur. One minute you were gently taking off your shoes and placing them neatly - the next, chris had you pinned against his door, making out with you sloppily. The two of you together both smelt of cigarettes and alcohol but neither of you cared. Right now you both needed more. Needed each other.

With your arms pinned above your head and Chris’ tongue still tangled in your mouth, he used his spare hand to grope your chest. “Nice rack.” He hummed between kisses, feeling the soft tissue beneath your shirt and bra. “But I bet they’d look even better with this shirt off.”

You smirked against his lips, admiring his hand trick. “You a cop or something?“

He chuckled. “I might be.”

Chris let your arms go and pulled away, helping you take off your t-shirt. The way he moved was super quick - it almost really made question what he did for a living. But that didn’t matter right now, did it?

He expertly undid your bra with one hand, exposing your breasts to him. Thats when a grin appeared on his face and he took the opportunity to squeeze them both before giving your tits a playful slap.

He was painfully hard now, and using your hand he guided you to touch through his jeans, feeling his huge cock. You gasped as you tried to grasp it through the fabric, letting out a shutter. “God damn… I didn’t expect you to be packing this much.” You teased, getting down on your knees. “You’re huge”.

“Thanks sweetheart.” He hummed. “I know.” He added - arrogant. It must not have been the first time he heard that - and certainly not the last.

You started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, he made the effort to help you a little and pulled his cock out - all 8 inches of it and tapped it against your cheek. “Open up, baby.”

Without hesitation you opened your mouth, making sure to salivate so you didn’t hurt him. It wasn’t that hard, given how horny and drunk you were. You wanted his dick down your throat at this point — Anything to have him inside of you.

His right hand tangled in your hair, pushing you closer as you struggled to take him all, your lips expertly moving up and down his long cock.

You looked up at him, lashes batting before your hand came up to twist around his shaft, earning a subtle “fuck” from his mouth.

He hated to say it but he was already close. Alcohol always did this to him… he didn’t want to leave you hanging or just call you over for a blowjob - no. He needed to be inside of you.

Abruptly he pulled away and made you fall forward, helping pull you up by your hair. It stung, but it felt so good in the best way.

He let go and lifted you up bridal style, throwing you on his bed. He was relentless and quick with pulling your pants off, exposing your soaked black panties. He wasted no time in ripping those down your legs too, watching you squirm on his comforter.

“You’re so cute.” He grumbles, reaching down to brush a couple of fingers across your clit. You shudder at the feeling and tilt your head back, expecting more, and he gladly delivers.

Chris jumps on the bed, covering you, before shoving two of his thick fingers inside your waiting cunt. You let out a shutter, not expecting the sudden stretch and that’s when he chuckled almost sinisterly. “Gonna need to take more than that if you want me to fuck you, princess.” He said , sliding a third finger inside of you. “Otherwise I’ll split you in half.”

His words were like honey and you bit down on your lip, nodding at him. It didn’t take long for Chris to bend down and lick your clit either, bringing you closer to orgasm. All those years of military training and target practice must have paid off for him, because his fingers were so skilled.

“I - I want you to spilt me in half.” You smirk.

Once he curled them upwards while his tongue circled your clit - it was all over. “Ah - shit. Chris!!” You moaned and your body tensed in a hard orgasm. Your legs were shaking, but Chris didn’t stop, he kept curling his fingers upwards - fast - until you squirted on his face and bedsheets.

Embarrassed, you covered your face - trying to pretend like that didn’t just happen. But Chris just moved your hands, smiled with your juices dripping down his chin and spoke; “that was so fucking hot baby.”

With your face red, Chris jumped over and shuffled through his nightstand looking for a condom. He waited a minute. And then another, and then he realized he didn’t have any. “Fuck.” He cussed, clearly stressed. “Damn it I’m an idiot!”

“What’s wrong?” you asked, rolling on your side and still trying to catch your breath. “I forgot to buy condoms today.”

You felt a rush of both excitement and nervousness wash over you, and you smirked as Chris brushed his hair back over his forehead with his hand.

“I don’t care.” You hummed.

Chris looked at you, stunned.

“You don’t care if I don’t wear a condom?”

“Nope. You can fuck me. Just pull out.”

Chris knew this was risky. He knew it. But something about your eagerness triggered something inside of him. He pinned you back down on his bed and lined himself up with your soaking entrance, “alright, you asked for it you slut.”

He slid himself in with some ease, trying to go slow though his whole body wanted to ram you into the headboard. He had to remember how big he was, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you in any way.

It took a minute and the stretch was painful, burning, but it felt oh so good at the same time. With your permission, Chris started to thrust into you. He went slow at first, but when you let out a soft moan and your eyes rolled back he took advantage and went harder, huffing as sweat trickled down his forehead.

“Fuck you’re tight.” He growls, his hand playing with one of your tits before sliding up to your neck and gently squeezing. Your hand wraps around his arm, batting your lashes up at him as you struggle to speak.

It feels too good.

He, feels too good.

The two of you stayed like that for a couple minutes before Chris got close and bored of this position.

He pulled out of you abruptly, smirking. “As pretty as you are, I need to hit it from behind.” He quickly bent you over, sliding in again. The stretch was so good from this angle as he started thrusting. Each one hitting your cervix hard - surely it’ll leave a bruise.

You gripped his bedsheets tightly, knuckles turning white as you moaned over and over with each thrust. Chris groaned behind you. He doesn’t say much - he’s too lost in the moment enjoying himself.

His hand comes down hard and slaps your ass, leaving a red mark as he watches it jiggle. It takes everything in him not to bust inside of you, right then and there, especially with no condom. He bites his lip, letting out a guttural growl.

“Fuck…” he huffs, quickly pulling out and jerking himself off. You quickly roll over on your elbows, sticking your tongue out so he can aim all over you. One, two,, three massive spurts clover your chest, your tits and your chin. You use your finger to push his cum into your mouth sensually before licking his sensitive dick clean.

He shudders and falls to the bed with you, offering you an old shirt to wipe the remainder off with. He grabs a cigarette and lights it, while you both cool down from the quick - but intense - session you just had.

You both stayed like that for an hour, talking and watching the city lights through his window.

The apartment was dimly lit, soft city lights slipping through half-closed blinds. The adrenaline of the night had long since faded, replaced by something quieter. Softer. You found yourself naked under his covers, a faint smell of alcohol and sweat infiltrating your nostrils. But yet.. it smelled comforting.

You laid on your side beneath the covers, one arm tucked beneath your head, your breathing slow and even. Chris lay beside you, wide awake now, staring up at the ceiling like he was trying to figure out what the hell just happened to him.

Chris glanced over at you, noticing you drifting off into sleep. A soft smile crept on his face.

You were beautiful, of course, but that wasn’t what unsettled him. It was something else. Something in the way you’d looked at him earlier. No judgment. No assumptions. Just this calm, collected energy that pulled him in like gravity.

He was scared he’d get addicted.

He couldn’t even remember what you talked about after you’d gotten back to his place. Just flashes of laughter, a few soft confessions, and the way you kissed him like you meant it.

Chris exhaled slowly and let his eyes close.

The sunlight slipping through the blinds was way too bright.

You groaned softly, face buried in Chris’s chest as the buzz of his alarm rattled somewhere on his nightstand. You peeked one eye open, fumbled around, and finally reality sunk in.

7:29 AM.

Your entire body tensed.

“Shit!.”

You sat up so fast your head spun - a small reminder of how much you actually drank last night. Chris stirred beside you, missing the warmth of your body, and blinking against the light. “What…?”

“I’m late,” you muttered, pulling up your panties. “I’m supposed to be there in less than 30 minutes! Damnit. ”

Chris ran a hand down his face. “Where’s there?”

“New job,” you said vaguely, pulling your shirt on with jerky movements. “First day — not a good impression! ” you start to panic.

He sat up a bit, still trying to clear the sleep from his brain. “I can drive you. I’m late anyways. Wesker is gonna hang me.”

You paused for a sec. This was the second or third time Chris had mentioned this Wesker person. You turned your head toward him. “You keep saying that. Is that your boss or your dog?”

“Same difference,” he muttered. You chuckled before grabbing your purse and sliding your sneakers on. “And don’t worry about the drive. I’ll be fine, really.”

“You sure?” he asked, clearly still not firing on all cylinders. Deep down he really didn’t want you to go. He had hooked up with many women, but something about you really kept him on his feet. He wanted to see you again..

“I’m sure,” you said quickly, already tying your hair back. “Thanks for the night.” You added, and a soft pang hit your chest.

Chris watched you go, still tangled in the sheets. Something tugged at him—but before he could say anything, the door had shut, and you were gone.

A second later, he flopped back onto the mattress, groaning and letting out a deep sigh.

“Wesker’s gonna kill me.”

The STARS briefing room buzzed with casual morning chatter. Jill and Barry sipped coffee while Joseph fiddled with a radio. Wesker, as always, stood at the front—impossibly crisp in his uniform and already annoyed.

You were nervous already about being late, but you managed to meet with Wesker. The name sounded familiar… but your impending hangover made it harder for you to think clearly.

Where did you hear that name before?

“I’d like you to meet our newest addition,” Wesker said as the door opened behind him. Wesker then pointed to you and introduced you with your skills, explaining how you’d be a great asset to the team.

You looked professional, confident—but your hair was a little damp at the edges, and there was a subtle haste to your posture. Your eyes scanned the room, calm but alert. Friendly nods were exchanged.

Then—

The door opened again.

Chris stumbled in, just a few seconds too late, breathless and very clearly under-caffeinated.

“Sorry—got caught in traffic,” he muttered, not even looking up at first.

Wesker narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses. “Redfield. Late again.”

“Yeah, yeah, I—”

Then he looked up, and saw you.

You froze, and the two of you stared at each other—mutual horror setting in like a bomb ticking down. Your brain went blank. Chris’s face was somewhere between oh god and how the hell.

Wesker didn’t notice. Or maybe he did, but didn’t care. “Redfield, take a seat. You’re already making a terrible impression.”

Chris slid into a chair next to Jill.

Jill leaned over and whispered with an amused smirk, “You two know each other?”

Chris didn’t answer. You cleared your throat, straightened your posture, and gave Wesker a polite nod.

So that’s where you heard of wesker before. This was the infamous “Boss” that was going to “Kill” Chris for being late. And to think you were also close to making that impression..

“Looking forward to working with everyone,” you said calmly. But your eyes darted back to Chris once—just once.

He was looking at you the same way. Like he was still trying to figure out if this was real. He knew then that you’d be his downfall, and he was okay with it.

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Jill leaned across her desk toward Barry, speaking just loud enough for Joseph to hear too.

“I’m telling you, something’s up.”

Barry snorted. “You’re imagining things.”

Joseph chimed in. “Nah. She didn’t even flinch when Redfield was late. Not even a raised eyebrow. That’s suspicious.”

Jill tapped her chin thoughtfully. “She hasn’t said much to him all morning. But they keep looking at each other when they think no one’s watching.”

Barry narrowed his eyes. “Wait… did she arrive right before Chris?”

“Uh-huh,” Jill said. “Hair damp. Rushed. He was red in the face. Flustered.”

Joseph let out a low whistle. “Redfield, huh? Man moves fast.”

Jill smirked. “Faster than his paperwork, that’s for sure.”

Just then, you walked in with a fresh folder. Your expression was calm, but the moment Chris entered behind you, Jill raised a single knowing eyebrow.

You immediately looked away.

Chris sat down, opened a file upside-down, and didn’t realize for a full minute.

Joseph leaned over and whispered, “Nice collar, Romeo.”

Chris froze.

“Hope she was worth the write-up.” Jill giggled.

Chris: “I will end all of you.”