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Mamacita is C!Dreams drag queen alter ego. He literally just puts on different clothes with pushups in his crop-top, a wig and adds some blush to his mask-
Heart for Brains - Chris Redfield x GN!Reader
Tsumugi says: Yaaay! I'm finally able to post this!! Then I'll work on my Leon fic! Yaaay enjoy! Title of fic inspired by Heart for Brains by Roar! Also thank you to my good friend @melanch0lybeepboop for the pet names! Enjoy this somewhat steamy fluff y'all come get y'all juice! Mwah! ā”
Before you read: mentions of trauma (Chris's part), slight guilt/insecurity (Chris again), neck kisses, pet names, and, of course, gender neutral reader!
Seeing you again was the only motivation Chris had at this point.
Your smile, the way you said his name whenever you say you love him, the way you complimented his cooking, everything. He wanted to keep you safe. He wanted to keep you away, away from all the man-made biological horrors that he had to fight off seemingly endlessly on each and every mission he went on.
Calling Chris a worrywart was an understatement.
He constantly worried about you and others before himself. He couldn't help it. He had a heart for a brain. He couldn't help wanting to protect everyone before himself. Even on missions, he thought about you. He's memorized your schedule at this point, most of the time when he isn't shooting the undead he thinks about what you're doing, even when he's in Europe and you're still at your shared home in America.
Seeing your face on his computer screen brought him back to the ground, the way your eyes softened at him made him feel mushy inside. The world was hard on him. You made him feel soft. "I miss you so much, dear. The bed feels painfully empty without you in it." You say, leaning onto your hand as you look back at Chris through your side of the screen. He always loved these little video chats with you. He loved hearing your sweet voice. The hardened man was practically putty around you. Your words melted him. "I miss you too, honey. You eat yet?" Chris asks, as always putting your needs before his own. Despite the fact that he was currently stationed in Europe and you safely at home.
You nod your head in reply. "Mhm, I did eat! Eggs and bacon." You reply back. "Isn't it likeā¦ 3 AM over there? Why do you care if I eat when you should be sleeping?" You ask, jokingly. Tilting your head as you lean on your hand. You always found it endearing the way he cared so much for you. But it also somewhat worried you. You made it your goal now to pamper your husband once he returns from his mission in Europe.
Chris chuckles along with you. "I can't help but worry, honey. You're at home all alone." He says in reply. "There isn't much going on here anyways." He murmurs, playfully scoffing. "How's your morning so far, babe?" He asks, leaning slightly toward his side of the screen. A shine in his eye as he hears you talk about your morning. Though your morning was uneventful, he listened intently, wanting to share that quiet life with you right there and then. No monsters. No guns. Just you and him, together. He can't wait to come back home and return back to you.
The day he came back to Europe was the same as always, the same routine of greeting Chris at the door, hugging him close to you, his much larger frame enveloping you into his. "I miss you, dear." You murmur softly, your head to his chest. "I miss you too, honey." Chris replies back, his nose taking in your familiar scent as the two of you embrace. The scent of home. The two of you share this exchange for a couple more minutes before you let go. "Let me help you with your bags, babe. You must be exhausted." You say, a hand reaching out to grab one of his duffel bags.
"No, no, I don't need your help." Chris quickly says, gently swatting your hand away. Even when arriving home, Chris didn't want you worrying for him or lifting a finger for him. He was stubbornly caring for everyone except himself. You sigh softly, deciding not to prod any further. You pull your hand away and hug your husband one last time before letting go.
"Justā¦decompress yourself and rest, okay?" Your eyes soften looking at your husband. You knew he needed a break. He knew that he needed a break, too. Chris grabs his bags without struggle, murmuring a small "Thanks, honey." As he walks into your shared bedroom, slowly unpacking his things from his duffle bags. You give Chris some time to get used to his surroundings again. Enough time to shower and change into a fresh set of clothes. He was gone for a long while.
The feeling of being home again felt foreign to Chris. He felt like he didn't belong here.
He had gotten so used to the endless cycles of fighting, fighting to protect people, fighting to protect his friends. Fighting to protect you. He felt like he didn't deserve to be home again. He's pulled out of his own thoughts when he realizes that you're hugging him from behind. He also realizes he was staring blankly at the full body mirror in your shared bedroom. Chris chuckles softly at your attempt to wrap your arms around his muscular build fully. "What a sweet thing you are." He comments, shuffling himself to face you. "I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you, honey." He says, easily scooping you up in his arms.
"All the right things, dear. I'm really glad you're home again." You reply, wrapping your arms around him for support. A small blush appears on Chris's face hearing your words. Knowing you cared for him. Not for his battle knowledge or his strength was enough to make small hearts appear in his eyes if that was humanly possible. Knowing you wanted him at home melted his heart.
He gently places you down on your shared bed, handling you carefully, almost like porcelain. He didn't want to hurt you, after all. You were his drive to go on missions. He went through hell just to see you again, and it was worth it every time. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept in a normal bed. Let alone hold you in his arms. Chris wanted to change that.
"You were right about this bed being lonely without me. I forgot how big this thing is." He comments, a small chuckle leaving his chest. You smile softly, hearing his words, patting a spot next to you for him to lay down. He climbs next to you in bed, the bed frame shifting slightly under his weight. He slowly wraps his arms around you, sighing contently as he rests into the mattress. It's been a while since he's had a normal bed. Pulling you close to him, Chris kisses the crown of your head. "Love you, sweet thing." He murmurs just loud enough for you to hear. "Love you too, babe." You reply back, hugging his shoulders as his hands rest right above your hips.
You lay your head comfortably on his broad chest. You both enjoy the silence together. Finally, you both had time alone. "...you're off your mission and you still wear your work clothes?" You say aloud, gesturing to one of his many, black turtlenecks. You couldn't tell if it was a fashion statement or a sign of how much working for the BSAA weighed on your husband's psyche. "They're comfortable, honey." Chris replies, his eyes fluttering open hearing your voice. He drifted off to sleep for a brief moment, just holding you in his arms. He was home.
You smile hearing his answer. "They sure do look comfortable..." You say in agreement, shifting in the bed so that you're facing him. Head still resting comfortably on his chest, your fingers trace over his muscles. "They make you look professional, babe." You add on your fingers slowly making their way up his arm, then to the collar of his turtleneck. The entire time, Chris had a small blush on his face. You really did make him soft. "T-thank you, honey." He quietly says back, his eyes darting between your fingers and your face. Despite being a hardened BSAA captain, he was a soft, putty mess around you. Easily moldable and malleable simply by your words and touch.
Your fingers rest near his collarbone until you gently tug down his turtleneck. This causes Chris's eyes to widen slightly. The small blush on his face spreads even more, the tips of his ears almost red.
He wasn't expecting this type of welcome home. Not at all.
Seeing this reaction out of your husband always surprised you. Chris Redfield, the expert on the living dead, the man who had a heart for a brain, got flustered simply by the way you spoke and your hands. Your eyes scan his neck, noting the way his Adam's apple nervously bobbed up and down. He was always so shy when it came to physical affection, yet he was proud to hold hands with you in public. Not taking a second thought to wrap his much bigger hand in yours.
"Kissing is moreā¦intimate than holding hands, right, dear?" You ask, eyes darting up at Chris, who was still, completely red in the face. His hands cling to your hips, bringing you closer to him. "Y-yes. It is more intimate than kissing, sweet thing." Chris replies, nodding his head a bit in agreement.
Slowly, you tug the collar of his turtleneck lower and lower until his neck is fully exposed. Chris's breathing hitches. The man was absolutely flustered now. Going from a grizzly bear to a teddy bear around you and only you. "H-honeyā¦what are you doing?" He quietly asks, not stopping you at all. "Justā¦relax, dear. Let me calm you down, okay?" Chris slowly nods his head, letting your lips get closer to his neck. Your husband tenses up slightly as you get closer. He was so shy and yet craved physical affection from you. Especially after being away from you for so long.
Your lips gently pepper his neck in kisses, Chris loosens up, back pressed against the mattress. Relaxing as you kiss his neck. Two of your fingers are still tugging down his turtleneck collar as he speaks. "Thisā¦feels nice. You're really spoiling me, huh?" He comments, letting you do your work. All you do is hum in response. Your kisses turn more feverish as you trail up closer and closer to his jawline.
This must've unlocked something in Chris's brain. He immediately grabs you by the hips, though, still handling you gently like porcelain he places you in his lap. Your thighs squared his hips in, with you against his broad chest. He realizes what he had done in the heat of the moment, and his face turns a deeper shade of red. "S-sorry, honey, I-I don't know what came over me." He quickly says, sounding genuinely apologetic. Hearing how sweet Chris sounded and how reddened his face was, you smiled softly. Pulling away from his neck, your eyes soften again. "Aw, it's okay, babe. No need to apologize to me over something like that." You reassure him, cupping his face in your hands. Your palms brush against his cheeks, the stubble on his beard tickling lightly against your skin.
His eyes glance at your lips, then back into yours. His own lips try to form words until you pull him for another round of kisses. You feverishly pepper kisses all over his face, making rounds and leaving small faint imprints of the lip balm you wore on his features. Your lips linger on the corners of his lips before you plant them softly on his. Chris sighs softly into the kiss, slowly pressing your hips down against his so you aren't awkwardly caging him in with your thighs. Even in a position like this, he still prioritized your comfort over his.
His hands rest on your hips again, relaxing like you requested him to as you do your work. You really meant it when you told him to relax. Your hands pull away from his face, placing them on his shoulders, your thumbs brush against the base of his neck. Chris leans into the kiss gently, giving you an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue darts in and out of your mouth, still handling you softly as your shared kiss becomes more heated. One of his hands holds you in place by the back of your head, his fingers brush through your hair as he (somewhat) hungrily makes out with you.
He doesn't remember the last time he kissed you either. He missed the way you tasted. Chris wanted to change that, too.
Whenever he was on a video call with you, that thought lingered in the back of his mind. The way your lips tasted on his. His thoughts pooled into a puddle at first. In the back of his mind. That puddle has grown into another body of water entirely. Something much bigger.
Finally, he breaks the kiss, breath hot on your skin as he pulls away. The reddish tint that spread across his now, lip balm stained face slowly went down as he looked down at you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer for a hug.
"I love you, honey. Don't know what I'd do without kissing those lips of yours." He murmurs against your skin, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your neck softly. Open-mouthed kisses trail up your neck, his stubble brushing against your soft flesh. You chuckle softly, feeling the stubble against your neck. "I love you too, dear. That tickles." You comment as his kisses linger on your skin.
A small laugh leaves Chris as he pulls away from your neck after peppering kisses on it. One of his hands cups your cheek, his thumb brushing against one of your cheekbones. "You really are the sweetest thing, huh?" He says in a soft tone as he looks at you with the most love filled expression you've seen. He really did love you. You could tell by the way he looked at you. The way the corners of his eyes softened.
Chris Redfield, the man with a heart for a brain, had his eyes (and heart) set on you. And only you. Nothing could change that.
Ocean Eyes - Masterlink (Orm Marius x Reader) //FINISHED
Masterlist Ao3
Summary:
[Orm Marius x Female Reader] [Orm Marius x You]
The ocean has always fascinated you - the ebb and flow of its water, the marine life in the sea and the wild and untamed beauty it exudes. Your attempts to explain this fascination have always fallen short. But when you meet Orm at the seaside one rainy day you find, that he just understands.Ā You offer to show him around since he is not from the city. And you are intrigued by his rather strange quirks and his regal demeanour.Ā After all, how could you not? When his eyes mirror the ocean itself, deep and incredibly blue. OR: You impress Orm with the surface world and he impresses you with his Atlantean cock
Warnings: 18+, fluff, kissing, romance, smut, oral sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, dirty talk, dirty thoughts, kissing, face-fucking, possessiveness, jealousy, semi-public sex, fingering
A/N: I couldnāt resist and had to write an Orm ff after watching Aquaman 2 - the plot was very very pretty after all. I wanna thank whoever decided to put Patrick Wilson in a compression shirt for 2hrs
Also: this is gonna be a bit longer with more chapters to go - a lot of fluff and smut as well as Orm being adorably lost at surface world stuff. AND beware, I will spoil some Aquaman 2 stuff here
ALL CHAPTERS:
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
One Shots:
Onions and Orgasms - You laugh about Ormās horrible kitchen skills, and he shows you with what he *is* skilled.
MEXICAN DREAM FANCIES MAMACITA
DREAMCEST
Oh my god
I donāt see enough dream verse dynamics so here
Dream hates Mexican dream
Dream never met mamacita
Mexican dream and mamacita are basically a couple
Mamacita hates dream because MD told her bad things about dream
MD hates dream back
Drista isnāt actually a dream alter per say but whatever
Drista is the sister or dream, duh
Drista is probably ok with MD,
Drista and mamacita would probably have a weird girl to girl relationship
i donāt think you understand how much i love leo valdez.
Mamacita's Mexican Rice - Side Dish For a side dish with Mexican influences, this quick and simple Mexican rice dish simmers chicken broth and tomatoes with white rice, onion, and garlic.
