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Hey hey, how you doing? Can I request Chris, Carlos, Billy, Richard, Brad, Joseph, Forest and Edward with a female s/o cuddling headcannons? Who initiates them? Them or you? Kisses, nuzzling and lots of fluff please. I starve for headcannons for these men. 🥺
I'm alright, thanks for asking :) I can do that for you. I have already posted a few cuddling HCs about Billy and Richard (which you can find here) but I'll try to expand on them a bit.
(Also, I feel like there's a bit of theme forming between some of the asks I've answered most recently...)
Cuddling headcanons about Carlos Oliveira, Billy Coen, Chris Redfield, Richard Aiken, Brad Vickers, Joseph Frost, Forest Speyer, and Edward Dewey.
(Fem reader).
Warnings: n/a
Masterlists here!
Carlos Oliveira
Carlos is a super cuddly guy. He loves to hold you. So much.
His favorite kind of cuddles are sleepy cuddles. When he’s on the verge of falling asleep and holds you like a teddy bear, then he gets to wake up to you in his arms? That’s one of his favorite things.
With the way he often holds you, you’re in the optimum position to press your face into his chest.
He can and will rest his chin on top of your head. But, not before giving you a lil’ forehead kiss.
Billy Coen
Billy is the sort of guy you hardly ever have to ask about cuddling. The answer is usually yes, he does want to cuddle his girlfriend. He’s more touch-starved than he’s willing to admit.
Speaking of, he kind of has a hard time asking at first. What you frequently end up getting is a gruff “c’mere?” and him holding his arms out.
As time goes on, Billy becomes the one that initiates most frequently.
He’s so tense most of the time. Nearly always on guard. But when Billy holds you, he completely relaxes. You’re one of very few people that he feels comfortable being vulnerable around.
The likelihood of him falling asleep during cuddling is high.
Chris Redfield
Chris doesn’t often initiate, but he’ll gladly hold you if you want.
Generally, he prefers positions where he gets to be sitting up.
Like, when Chris is sitting and gets to have your back pressed against his front, his arms around your waist, and chin resting on your shoulder/the top of your head? That's his favorite.
Also enjoys it when he gets to have you half laying on his chest.
His hands often sneak up under your shirt to rest on the bare skin of your waist.
He has cold hands, though. And feet, while we're kind of on the topic. Hope you’re prepared for that <3
Richard Aiken
When Richard wants to cuddle, you'll often hear something along the lines of "Can I hold you, Sunshine?"
If he could have it his way, you'd pretty much always be in Richard's arms.
He often hums when he's cuddling with you.
If he's able to, he'll card his fingers through your hair.
Also, scalp massages. Richard likes to give those.
Brad Vickers
Brad is almost never not in the mood to cuddle with his girlfriend.
He's a little shy when he asks at first, but both of you manage to be pretty 50/50 about initiating.
When you both end up holding hands or even simply placing one on top of the other, Brad likes to give you a kiss on the back of your hand.
He generally prefers to be the one that's being held, and he also likes to be facing you.
A lot of leg tangling happens when you cuddle with him.
Joseph Frost
Joey is a very physically affectionate guy and often the initiator.
He tends to cuddle you like a sloth, wrapping both his arms and legs around you.
If you let him get away with it, he’ll occasionally interrupt what you’re doing, start cuddling you, and be like “pretend I’m not even here”.
He likes to nuzzle your shoulder and neck.
If he falls asleep and you want to get up, good luck managing to free yourself. It's like you're both covered in velcro.
Forest Speyer
Cuddling with Forest is like cuddling with a hot water bottle. He is warm.
He shifts around a lot during cuddle sessions. It’s hard for him to be still for long. He’ll play with your hair (if he can), fiddle with the hem of your top, etc.
If you’re standing when the question of cuddling pops up, Forest will pick you up and carry you over his shoulder to the bed or couch.
Loves when you bury your face in the crook of his neck.
Edward Dewey
Edward...
Big Man Edward is a gentle cuddler. Unless you request otherwise, he holds you rather loosely.
He enjoys absentmindedly tracing patterns onto your skin and stroking his thumb over your knuckles while cuddling.
Also likes to press feather-light kisses against your shoulder, jaw, and temple.
Pretty 50/50 when it comes to initiating. He does it about as much as you do.
His favorite position is simply having his chest pressed against your back.
#x reader#chris redfield#carlos oliveira#billy coen#richard aiken#brad vickers#joseph frost#forest speyer#edward dewey#chris redfield x reader#carlos oliveira x reader#billy coen x reader#richard aiken x reader#brad vickers x reader#joseph frost x reader#forest speyer x reader#edward dewey x reader#resident evil 0#resident evil 3#resident evil 1
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Damn 👁👁 I enjoyed those quite a bit. Now I'd like some sfw and nsfw headcannons for the single brain cell trio if you please?
With pleasure. Also, I'm glad to hear you enjoyed them. 👀
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Joseph Frost
SFW:
– Very snuggly. He practically clings to you and looks at you with puppy eyes when he wants the snuggles
– Hogs all the blankets, because he gets cold easily and just needs the warmth and extra coziness
– Will randomly pick you up and carry you around like you're the most precious thing in the world (which you are, obviously)
– He will totally show you off to his friends and family
NSFW:
– Joseph has a variety of kinks to offer, such as breath play, edging/overstimulation, bondage, praising, exhibitionism and voyeurism, to name a few
– In addition to his countless kinks, he also loves to blindfold his partner, because hands down, it's much more fun if they don't know what's coming
– A huge fan of guided and mutual masturbation
– Wants to be called "Sir" during sex. His favourite pet names for you are "doll" and "kitten"
Chris Redfield
SFW:
– Chris is the type of person who gets jealous easily and will kiss you deeply in front of the other to show them you're his
– Loves comparing your hand sizes, because he adores seeing how perfectly yours fit into his
– Chris' love languages are acts of service and quality time. Especially the latter is very important to him, because due to his work, spending time with you is a rare treat
– He's pretty good at giving massages and will gladly spoil you. And who knows, maybe it'll lead to more
NSFW:
– Chris has a thing for hair pulling, especially when he's the one whose hair gets pulled
– He loves face riding and will literally beg you to fuck his face til you're both soaking messes
– Gets turned on when you call him "daddy"
– Loves using toys on you and having toys being used on him. His favourite toy is the prostate massager
Forest Speyer
SFW:
– Forest is a sucker for having his hair played with and braided. He will literally sit there for hours and let you brush/comb his hair
– Takes you to the beach on his motorbike to watch the sunset with you
– Will whisper "darling" and "sweetheart" in your ear with his cute southern accent
– Lots of forehead and neck kisses
NSFW:
– Lingerie drives him wild. Just put on some nice lace and watch him get hard within seconds
– Totally has a breeding kink and is into primal play and spanking
– He'll leave marks all over your body, but preferably on your thighs. And he loves it when you return the favour and mark him
– 'Doggy style' and 'mating press' are his preferred positions
#resident evil#residentevil#chris redfield#joseph frost#forest speyer#chris redfield x reader#joseph frost x reader#forest speyer x reader#resident evil x reader#re#resident evil headcanons#capcom#biohazard#single braincell trio#resident evil 0#resident evil remaster#re1#re0#s.t.a.r.s.
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Chapter Twenty Five [No.031]: Superbeast
Pairing: Albert Wesker x GN!Cannibal Reader
Warnings: teeth, blood, eating flesh, murder, zombie dogs, gun, gun shot to the leg, punching, gorish descriptions.
Summary: You take your time picking off the S.T.A.R.S. members one by one.
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Hours earlier…
You ran through the darkness, weaving through the trees of the Arklay forest in quick pursuit of Bravo team member, Edward Dewey, to reach him before the undead hounds had caught his scent. You wanted to be the first one to sink your teeth into a S.T.A.R.S. member, before any of the others could.
You wanted to be the first to spill blood.
Dewey stopped in his tracks and you slowed down too, hiding behind the tree as he began to swipe his flashlight around in search of his pursuer. He was standing in the middle of a clearing, closest to railroad tracks. You could hear him yelling out to the darkness, trying to coerce whoever was following him to come out from hiding. You cursed under your breath, knowing that sneaking up in him wasn’t going to be an option. There was only one other thing you could do.
You moved away from the tree and into the view of the beam from his flashlight, holding your hands up in the air where he could see them. He looked at you in surprise, seeing your face and S.T.A.R.S. uniform covered in blood. You had sloughed off the Umbrella disguise in choice for this to follow them around in, knowing that each one would be unaware of your true intentions.
“It’s me! It’s me!” You shouted
“Rookie?!” He asked, lowering his gun. “What the hell are you doing out here?!”
“I was on an alternate case, at the last crime scene when I heard a loud crash. I came running as fast as I could and found the helicopter and attempted to search for any survivors. I-I got attacked by something, a dog I think, but I was able to run away. I can’t tell you how glad I am to have found you!”
Dewey placed his hand on your shoulder and you could see the relief on his face. A relief felt too soon.
“Well, I’m happy to hear that you're alright. Are you sure it was dogs that attacked you?”
You nodded.
“Positive.”
That’s when you both heard the sound of the undead howling, the trampling of their feet across the forest floor coming closer and closer. Dewey had taken his eyes off of you for a second, in search of them, and you took your chance to attack, disarming and turning the gun back on him.
“What are you -”
“Get on the ground.” You demanded
He looked at you, angry and hesitant. His unabashed defiance enraged you, so you shot him in the left leg, forcing him to cry out as the bullet ripped through his skin and pierced his bone, falling to his knees in pain.
“You know you don’t have to make this harder than it is.” You said
You walked around behind him, grabbing hold of his hair and pulling him to sit up on his knees. He hissed in agony as he felt the gun rest against his back.
“H-Why are you doing this?!”
“I’ve got something I need to prove.” You said, “And S.T.A.R.S. just so happens to be in the way.”
You smiled as you saw the hounds breaking through the trees, chuckling close to his ear as you whispered.
“Looks like they’ve found us.”
Dewey’s eyes went wide with pain, crying out as you took a bite out of the exposed skin on his neck. You bit down hard, teeth ripping through his white shirt and skin as you reared your head back. That’s when you tossed him back to the ground, allowing him the chance to try and cover his weeping wound. You pulled the shirt out of your mouth, eating what was left of him. You licked your fingers of the blood in delight, staring down at him with devilish glee.
“Mmm you taste better than I expected. Too bad I have others to attend to. I’d have so much fun with you.”
You looked back up, seeing the dogs approaching closer.
“I’d get going if I were you.” You taunted, “They’ve caught your scent now and will not stop their pursuit until they’ve sunk their teeth into you.”
He looked up at you, the anger radiating off of him. He wanted to snap at you, take you down, but those damned dogs were too close. He knew if he had any chance of survival, he had to go. Now.
You watched as he took off in the opposite direction, heading straight for the broken down train. The undead hounds passed right by you, chasing him the entire way there. You heard the sound of glass break, a scream from a familiar voice. You chuckled when you realized it belonged to the Bravo team's rookie, Rebecca.
“She’s not going to last long.” You whispered into the night air.
You turned your attention back to the mansion, knowing that the others had made their way for it. You let out a sigh as you began to make your trek back.
Hopefully the other infected were able to keep them busy.
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You slowly opened the front door of the mansion, hearing the creak of the hinges reverberate throughout the empty main hall. You slowly looked around, trying to see if any of the rest of Bravo team was close at hand. There were no other sounds amidst the hall, no scent of newly spilled blood reaching your nose. You decided to make your way up to the second floor and back into the security room to attempt to locate them. When back inside, you stepped over the leftover remains of the dead guards, placing your hands down on the desk as your eyes met the pale blue screens.
You could see where each member was now.
Richard Aiken had found himself inside the library on the northwest side of the mansion on the second floor. You could see movement coming from the upper dining floor. You had to double check it, to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you, but you found the movement was coming from a giant snake and it was making its way straight for the library. You remember seeing the name “Yawn” and “Snake” put together on the release codes in the lab. You just weren’t expecting it to be an actual snake that was larger than a human.
Good for Yawn, bad for Richard.
You looked at the other screens, seeing Kenneth wandering about on the first floor, still making his rounds, while Forest was closest to you, checking out the east balcony. You smiled at the sight of him, knowing he had nowhere to run except for a short drop and a sudden stop to the ground.
He would be your next target.
You stepped over the bodies once more, making your way into the hall, to the second floor of the main hall, and right though the door to the balcony. You walked down the stone terrace, your face shrouded by the shadow of the greenery, hidden away from the light of the moon. You walked down to the other end, hearing footsteps approaching you. You caught a glimpse of the flashlight and the gun peek around the corner and quickly took to disarming Forest, tossing his weapon and flashlight to the stone surface below and away from you. But that didn’t slow him down as he grappled you, tackling you down to the ground. It stunned him when he finally caught sight of you, hearing you laughing, seeing the sinister bloody grin on your face.
“Finally, someone who can fight.”
You quickly brought your head up into his, knocking him back, giving you enough time and room to free your hands from his grip and toss him to the ground, pinning him down.
“Oh come on Forest, I know you can do better than this.”
“Fuck you!”
He took you by surprise this time, spitting in your eyes before he pushed you off of him, scrambling to reach for his gun. But you were infuriated by his little ruse, in hot pursuit of him. You grabbed hold of his ankle and dragged him back to you, teeth bared like a wolf looking down at its prey.
“You really shouldn’t have done that.”
You moved to take a bite out of his neck like you had Dewey, but Forest brought up his arm to block you. It was no use for him though, he let out a pained scream in horror at the sight of you ripping away at the skin on his forearm, blood spurting down onto his face and vest.
And that wasn’t all that you did. No, your animalistic rage had taken over your entire being now.
You punched down into him, hitting the rib cage, breaking through it. You ripped a hole straight through him as you began to move your hand around. You took hold of his lung as you ripped a piece of it out, eating it entirely in front of his dying eyes.
When the rage in your body died down, you finally noticed the life in him vanish. You picked him up, moving him over to the seat by the window. You knelt down beside his bleeding body, listening to the sound of the blood drip onto the stone, looking at him in his lifeless eyes. A strange sensation washed over you as the rational thoughts came flooding in. It was neither guilt nor joy, but rather a realization. It was one thing to kill those in line with Umbrella - their blood deserved to be spilled in your eyes. Their screams of anguish and the taste of the fear in their blood had become inscribed into the very marrow of your bones, becoming a part of the secret diary of your mind. But it was another story when it came to S.T.A.R.S.
As Wesker had said time and time again, they were the perfect subjects for this experiment, having some of the best training that the American Military could provide. But here they were, dropping like flies in your environment, under your control. A pity, truly, and you couldn’t help but feel at least a bit of pain for their circumstance. You knew you couldn't think on it too much, because if you did, it would become like a vengeful ghost, ready to haunt the every waking moment of your rational mind. You held onto the promise that their deaths would not be in vain, that this would all lead to something greater, someway, somehow. Regardless in the end, you were fed, you were filled, and you would continue to make it another day.
You would survive at all cost, and that was really all you could hope for at this point.
You stood up from your place and left Forest behind. His body would lay there, rot away, become the food for the carrion who made their passage through this horrifying place. At least they’d be able to find some food and solace in their visit. Just like you.
You let out a sigh as you pressed your hand against the door.
It was time to go find your next victim.
Time to go find Kenneth.
Chapter Twenty Four: Dirty
Chapter Twenty Six: Psycho Killer
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a little introduction [2023]
hey, my name’s Alpurrt, otherwise known as alpurrtwhizkersss here on Tumblr :)
i decided i’d do an introduction post because i’m thinking of starting to write on here.
Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/alpurrtwhizkersss/698998070518644736/i-love-you?source=share
i’ll be writing on my own, so i don’t rely on requests but they’d be really great to recieve!
you can find my pronouns in my bio, they may change quite often so i’m not going to put them here because i can’t be bothered coming back to edit this post every week :’)
i do lots of things! my main passion is art, but i’m not sure how much of that i’ll be posting on here, so i’ll mainly be posting about my other passion, which is writing!
here’s the good bit that you all probably care about, what fandoms i write for!
okay, actually, first i’m going to tell you my rules for writing:
feel free to request things using the ask box! i’ll always have in my bio whether my requests are open or closed, and i’ll try and get to requests (if i get any) as soon as i can, but since i’m currently at school they may take a while, so please be patient with me :D
I will not write:
Smut, requests concerning serious mental disorders/issues, very dark topics, anything which could insinuate a lack of consent in a relationship, other’s OCs/self-inserts, canon ships (I only write X Readers!)
I will write:
Angst, fluff, making out, hurt/comfort, injury/violence descriptions (this does not mean self harm, I’m sorry but I don’t feel comfortable writing about this topic.), X Reader write from prompts if you give me a prompt and a character, platonic!reader, familial relationship!reader (NOT ROMANTIC) and LGBT+!Reader/Ships!
If you have any questions about these rules/want to clear anything up, drop me an ask!
NOW! Fandoms I write for (With the characters!)
Star Wars:
Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Poe Dameron, Finn, Rey Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Han Solo, Leia Organa-Solo, Qui-Gon Jinn, Lando Calrissian, Satine Kryze- All of the clones, I’ll really write for anyone from Star Wars, apart from Rebels- since I haven’t seen that yet! But I will update you all when I have :)
Marvel:
Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Shang Chi, Katy Chen, pretty much all of the Eternals apart from Sprite, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Miles Morales, Foggy Nelson, and Matt Murdock.
I will write for pretty much every X-Men character, I also write for the Fantastic 4 :)
DC:
I write for Gotham as well as other DC canons, so literally send ‘em all in, but if you want specifics:
Every Young Justice character, the entire Batfamily (Damian is questionable, depends what the request entails.), most villains apart from The Joker, most Arrowverse characters, characters from the Sandman, The Suicide Squad (2021), Peacemaker, and John Constantine. There’s probably many more I haven’t thought of, so like I said, just send them all in to me :)
Resident Evil:
Leon S Kennedy, Ada Wong, Albert Wesker, Claire Redfield, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, William Birkin, Annette Birkin, Sherry Birkin, Jake Mueller, Lady Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Karl Heisenberg, Rose Winters, Joseph Frost, Richard Aikens, Forest Speyer, Luis Sera, Ashley Graham.
Finally, we have some other fandoms that I write for but that aren’t my mains! I won’t be listing names of characters I write for these fandoms so just send a request in and I’ll likely do it :)
Lord Of The Rings
Star Trek
Doctor Who
His Dark Materials (I won’t write for Lyra unless she’s older)
Criminal Minds
The Lost Boys
BBC Ghosts
Supernatural
The Umbrella Academy
The Matrix
RDR2
Final Fantasy 7
Harry Potter/Marauders
Power Rangers
TMNT
Les Miserables
Nancy Drew Video Games
The Hardy Boys
Assassin’s Creed
Stranger Things
It (2017/19)
The Walking Dead
James Bond (PLEASE SOMEBODY ASK ME TO WRITE FOR THESE MOVIES I’M LITERALLY BEGGING)
Dirk Gentley’s Holistic Detective Agency
Six of Crows
Hannibal
Newsies
The Walking Dead
helplines:
America:
https://www.apa.org/topics/crisis-hotlines
Britain:
https://www.centreformentalhealth.org.uk/helplines-and-crisis-contacts#:~:text=If%20you're%20in%20crisis,line%20%2D%20text%20SHOUT%20to%2085258
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Made in Heaven - Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader (NSFW)
Author’s note: This was request by @deshibasarathings. Sorry it took so long. I really wanted to write something original and that looked different from all the other Chris fanfics I read on this subject. Hope you’ll like it
Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Language, Alcohol
It was summer 1998 and as America was still lovingly dancing on “Truly Madly Deeply” on Friday nights, watching Titanic for the umpteenth time at the nearby movie theatre, wearing tight crop tops, colourful scrunchies and Dr Martens, and occasionally gossiping on the Lewinsky scandal at lunch break, Raccoon City was living its last frivolous moments, and the saddest part was that no one had a clue.
“A fresh beer and a girl. That’s all I’m asking for.” Joseph Frost jumped over the door of the old convertible green mustang with enthusiasm, his usual excited smile stretching his young tanned face. “That’s it, you’re sure?” His dear friend, Forest Speyer, asked with an ounce of sarcasm that he didn’t get.
“Fine. A bunch of fresh beers and a girl.” He winked, clicking his fingers cheekily towards Forest who sighed out of exasperation. “Always so optimistic, I see. When will you finally get that there is no woman for you when you go out with Redfield and me?” He scoffed and Joseph’s smile faded away in an instant to turn into a rather sad pout. “Tell him, Chris.”
“Actually guys, I’m alright with just having beers tonight.” Chris confessed as he put the keys of his car in his pocket. “As if it’s gonna change anything. All the chicks will be crawling at your feet anyway, begging you to notice them and forgetting the existence of our delusional friend over there.” Forest waved towards Joseph who glared at him, slightly vexed. A chance the man was not resentful. “Then I’ll introduce them to Jo.” Chris tapped his friend’s shoulder and Joseph regained his smile. “That’s what I call friendship. Thank you, buddy.”
“You know that abstinence won’t make Y/N give herself to you, right?” Speyer mocked; hoping that teasing Chris a bit would make him follow him on the path of seduction, however degrading he had planned it to be. “Jealousy, however …” He raised his eyebrows and Chris shook his head.
“One-night stands are your thing, Forest. Not mine.”
“Weird cause I can remember a couple times when I saw you discreetly leave the bar with a girl on your arm. But that was certainly before Y/N’s sweet round ass joined the team.” He mimed a squeezing motion with both his hands, his tongue raunchily caressing his lips as he sneered, a gesture that made Chris punch him in the arm in retaliation.
He knew what Forest wanted. His friend’s little game was pretty clear even for someone as blunt as Chris. But he was not in the mood to play tonight. And to be honest, he hadn’t been for the last six months or so, ever since you had entered his life with your wit and charming smile and had brought him back to his old high schooler self, meaning goofy and rather unconfident (minus the acne and the greasy hair obviously). “You don’t get it, do you?”
“No, I don’t. Do you get it, Jo?” Joseph Frost shook his head in a rather silly way, a bit like a contorted puppet. “See. No one gets it.”
Chris sighed. “Come on, man! You’re not a fucking priest! So stop drooling over that chick and stop waiting for her. She clearly doesn’t give a damn about you contrary to other millions of women as gorgeous as her who’ll gladly throw themselves at you in a heartbeat. And I’m pretty sure some of them are in this bar, right now.”
The worst thing about Forest Speyer – apart from his disgusting machismo and his arrogance - was that he was often right, his insight being most of the time spot-on.
And as the three friends entered the bar, Chris couldn’t help but notice his colleague was once again astoundingly correct since the second he stepped a foot in Jack’s Bar, adjusting his brown leather jacket around his muscular body, a pair of Ray-ban Aviator à la Top Gun hanging from the collar of his military-green V-neck, more than one head turned to goggle at him and only him.
But it wasn’t Chris’ nature to brag or to strut and so he simply approached a clean table with his friends, ignoring the stares, and waved hello at Cindy Lennox behind the counter. She immediately welcomed them with her usual warmth. “Same as usual, boys?”
“Always.” They answered in unison and the waitress chuckled before disappearing to pour them their drinks.
“What about Cindy?” Joseph whispered with a naughty smirk as he bent over the table to make sure his friend would hear him over the sound of the music.
“Damn, you’re horny, Jo!” Chris declared, slightly shocked that his friend would consider getting laid with the woman that had been serving them beers every Saturday night for the last two years. “Of course, I’m horny. I haven’t fucked in weeks guys.”
“Meaning months.” Forest corrected. “Besides, I think Cindy’s got a man.” Joseph cursed, disappointed. “All that is Irons’ fault. Do you know how many extra hours I did because of that bastard?”
“No” Chris and Forest said at the same time with an amused smile.
“Well me neither. But a lot, I’m sure.”
“Aren’t you tired of bitching about Irons, Joseph?” Joseph’s olive face suddenly became very pale as he jumped on his chair.
“Y/N! You scared the shit out of me. Thought it was Irons for a sec.” You frowned, not sure how to react to the comparison. “Really? I didn’t know I had a pervy man’s voice.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He mumbled and you chuckled finding certain amusement in his discomfort. “Oh Joseph, always so talented with women, I see.” The men around the table chuckled apart from Joseph who was as red as a tomato now. “Anyway, I was at Jill’s. She told me I could find you guys here.”
“You wanted to see us?” Speyer grinned and winked as he elbowed Chris’ ribs who immediately glared at him. “Jeez, discreet. Thanks.” He murmured and looked at you. Your brows were furrowed because of how strange the situation seemed to you. You had never seen Chris and Forest acting that way. “Are you guys drunk already?”
“If only.” Joseph sighed as he took a mouthful of his beer.
“Don’t mind them, Y/N. That’s just the way they behave outside of work. Lame I know.” You nodded despite being totally unconvinced. Now you understood why Jill was never willing to join their little merry band on Saturday nights. What better way to avoid toxic masculinity than staying home watching a good old movie, dressed in pj’s?
“And there it goes away again. Y/N enters the room and bye-bye friendship.” You wondered if you should say something about this, genuinely curious to know what Speyer meant, but the second you opened your mouth to ask for an explanation you chose to revise your decision. “I wanted to say goodbye.”
The three pair of eyes widened at you in shock. “Goodbye?” Chris repeated, his incomprehension easily readable in his chocolate brown eyes. “My resignation letter was accepted. Got the news today.”
“Wait. What? What resignation letter?” The questions came as thick and fast as sub-machine gun bullets. You agreed that the news was more than unexpected but the way Chris sounded was more than surprising. It was a if he was distressed. And he was in a way. What do you mean you were leaving? You couldn’t leave. And especially not drop the news at the last minute.
“Yeah. I didn’t tell you guys about it because I wasn’t sure Irons would actually accept it but I’m quitting the S.T.A.R.S. and the RPD.”
There was a heavy silence that even the shitty music in the background couldn’t make less awkward. But that silence was necessary. The boys needed to digest the news. “May we ask why?” Despite not being a close friend, Joseph looked rather confused and even a bit sad. Clearly no one had seen the bomb coming. And who would have? After all, you were such a workaholic; always telling people how much you loved your job. This resignation, that didn’t sound like you.
“Long story. But let’s say I don’t think my place is with you anymore guys.” A lie but you thought it was better to avoid the truth, knowing that your three colleagues would certainly hit the roof – especially Chris - if they happened to learn the real reason behind your resignation. “So, I’m gonna take off now. Enjoy your night and don’t make Jill blow a fuse while I’m gone. And hands off Rebecca!” You pointed a menacing finger at Speyer who immediately laughed. “Can’t promise you that.”
You waved them goodbye with a faint smile and walked away towards the exit of the bar, saddened that this was possibly the last time you would ever see the Three Musketeers (as you liked to call them).
They watched you leave in silence, still not believing the unexpected news. “Can’t believe I’m actually gonna say this but … the office’s gonna look so empty without Y/N” Forest declared.
“Tell me about it.” Chris’ voice was suddenly weary and miserable. To him, you were the sunshine of the office, the star of the S.T.A.R.S, always illuminating people with your good mood and your joie de vivre. Hell, you were probably the only one who could laugh to his dad jokes without pretending.
“Then what are you waiting for then?” Speyer said to Chris. “Go after her.”
“I can’t.” Chris sighed. “And what for?” He took a long mouthful of beer that almost emptied the glass. Perhaps getting drunk would help him digest the fact that you were leaving.
“ So you’re just gonna let her leave without telling her how you feel? I thought you were more courageous than that.” Chris’ stein hit the table with a loud clink.
“And what would it change?” Chris almost shouted. “She’s leaving. She’s made her decision. Telling her how I feel won’t change it.”
And yet he chose to give it a try.
He rushed to his car to drive after you. He rapidly found you, walking up towards the main avenue near the police station certainly to catch a train to go back to your place near St Michael’s Clock Tower. “Y/N” He shouted and you frowned, astonished to see him here. “Chris? What are you doing?”
“ Let me drive you home.” Normally, you would have refused, being the kind of woman that liked to do things by herself. But there was something in the way Chris was looking at you that actually convinced you to get in his car.
The ride back to your place was rather quiet, the only voice echoing in the Mustang being Freddy Mercury’s singing on the radio. “I always knew you were a Queen fan.” You said to lighten the mood. “Is it written on my forehead?”
“Just on your jacket, Made in Heaven.” You winked and smiled when Chris finally chuckled. “How’s gonna call me that when you’re gone?” Your grin faded away as you wondered almost the same thing. Who will you call ‘Made in Heaven’ after you’re gone? That was a nickname reserved for Chris, one you had found when you were having trouble memorising everyone’s names at the office and that had stayed because of how smiley Chris was each time you were calling him that. “I can ask Forest to call you that if you want. I’m sure he’d love to.”
Chris had a faint smile. “Certainly. But it won’t be the same.”
You could tell he was really affected by your departure and was struggling to say something. But even if you wanted to know what was going on in his head right now, curiosity eating you up, you decided to give him time. Surely was he just trying to gather the courage he needed to talk.
When you both arrived at your place, Chris was still silent and thoughtless. “Do you want to come in?” You thought that a drink might do him some good and help him. He accepted the offer and followed you towards your apartment.
The main room was messy and cluttered with a dozen of boxes already. Most of them were full of old books, VHS and CDs. “I see you’ve started packing.”
“Yes, sorry about the mess. I just want to leave as soon as possible. Beer?” Chris nodded and you disappeared in the kitchen, leaving him alone in your living room.
“This doesn’t sound like you.” Chris finally said and you froze, your hand holding the fridge open. You briefly closed your eyes and sighed soundlessly. Of course, he had noticed. “What do you mean?”
“Quitting. Leaving. This isn’t you.” You took a deep breath and joined him back in the living room where he was standing straight as a ramrod, a confused frown wrinkling his forehead. “The S.T.A.R.S is your life. You said it yourself. So enough with the ‘my place is not with you’ bullcrap.” He almost sounded angry but you knew all to well that you were not the target of his anger.
“It’s complicated.” You confessed as you handed him the bottle of beer.
“Y/N, I know I’m not the smartest man but I think I can understand the real reason why you want to resign if you just tell me. Aren’t we friends?”
“Of course.” You harrumphed; astonished that he might doubt that.
“Then tell me. Spit it out. What happened? Why are you leaving?”
You looked through the window, scanning at the small buildings surrounding your apartment before finally deciding to draw the thick curtain to hide yourself from whoever might be watching right now. Chris observed you wondering why you were doing this and tried to say something when he saw you heading towards your phone. You gestured him to stay quiet as you unplugged the device. “Alright. You’re starting to scare me. Can you tell me what’s going on?”
“Let’s say I’m in deep shit.” You waved Chris to sit on your couch next to you and he obeyed, staring at you with confusion and worry. “Weeks ago I started secretly investigating on Irons after the secretary he had employed last April weirdly disappeared.”
“You did what?” Chris harrumphed. “Are you crazy? Do you know how dangerous this is?” You nodded. “He found out.”
“Shit, Y/N” Chris cursed. He was furious. “I had no choice, Chris. Something weird's going on. I can feel it. And I’m sure something happened to his secretary as well.”
“She quitted! Daniels from the reception said he received a letter.” Chris replied.
“Then why is her stuff still at the RPD and why hasn’t her rent been paid since last month?” The man frowned, trying to find a coherent answer. But he found none. “I found her diary when I sneaked in her office. She wrote that Irons used to get off in his office watching a portrait of a hanged naked woman. And did you know that he was accused of rape back when he was in college? This son of a bitch …”
“Alright. Stop, Y/N!” Chris cut you off and took a deep breath to evacuate the panic that was rushing in his veins. “How much in trouble are you?”
You shrugged. “Enough to be the object of intense surveillance.”
Chris hid his face in his big hands. He was scared for you, genuinely terrified even. “What can I do to help?” He asked. “Tell me. I’ll do anything.”
“Chris.” You sighed. “Y/N” He grabbed your hand. “I care about you. More than you imagine. I can’t let anything happen to you.” You had a faint smile. How could a man be so adorable, compassionate and caring? “You’re an amazing man, Made in Heaven. You do know that?” Chris returned your smile. “But I can handle this on my own. Believe me. Just promise me to keep this a secret and act as if you didn’t know anything.
“You can’t ask me to do that, Y/N. You can’t…”
You cut him short by pressing your lips against his, which made Chris almost gasp in astonishment. But the surprise didn’t last and he soon responded to your kiss with an adorable tenderness. “Promise me, Chris.” You whispered still so close to his pink lips as you kept looking at him in the eye, waiting for his answer. “I promise.”
And he kissed you again. It was soft and sweet and tasted a bit like beer but you didn’t mind. In fact, you even allow yourself to touch his chest and bring your body closer to his. The hardness of his muscles against your palms made you shiver and Chris felt it. He smiled and he caught your lips again as he pressed his big hand on your lower back. You cupped his cheek to deepen the kiss and then everything suddenly became more passionate and burning.
Chris’s lips ventured towards your neck to leave a series of hot humid kisses and possibly hickeys that would certainly last a few days. But you would bother about that later. For now, you just wanted to melt under his touch. So, you instinctively tilted your head backwards to give him full access to your soft neck, moaning because of how delicious his mouth felt there.
Your little noise of pleasure instantly awakened something inside Chris, something he felt deep in his guts, deep in his pants. His kisses became hungrier and more needy. He wanted to hear you again.
He laid you down on your back and lay on top of you, his lips still devouring your neck and his now adventurous hands wandered towards your chest. His body felt slightly heavy but you loved this unusual exquisite proximity. “Chris.” You sighed as he suddenly groped your breasts through your shirt. When he tried to unbutton it you put yours hands on his to stop him. “What?” He asked “You don’t want this?”
“Sure I want this. More than anything. But I don’t want you to … I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll still leave tomorrow. You do realise that right?” He stared at you and you could read the sadness slowly growing back in his chocolate brown eyes.
“It’s goodbye then” You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. It’s goodbye.”
“Then let’s make the most of it.”
To your surprise, Chris’ face met your cleavage rather quickly and he began kissing it as he blindly yet clumsily unbuttoned your shirt. You watched him do for a small moment and when you noticed how aroused he was, you decided to free him from his clothes as well. You took his letter jacket off and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt to pull it off. And goodness, how dreamy he was. Those muscles. Those arms. Those shoulders. Those pectorals. Those abs … aaaah. It frustrated you as much as it aroused you. How could someone be that perfect? You bit your lower lip and dared caress him and as your hand slid against his warm skin, right between his abs down to the button of his jeans, following the dark hairy line below in navel.
“Like what you’re seeing?” He snickered and you smiled, loving his sudden confidence. “Do you?” He grinned and let out a small laugh. “Of course. You’re beautiful” He complimented as he freed your boobs from your bra without taking it off only to take one of your nipples in his mouth. “Holy … ah.” You moaned uproariously as you let your head fall against the armrest of the couch.
You felt Chris smirk against your tender flesh. The bastard knew what he was doing and he was fucking proud of it.
You could play that game too. You grabbed him by the belt, pulling him closer to your body for your pelvis to meet his. However, what you didn’t expect was for his prominent bulge to feel so hard and huge against you even through the fabric. Chris was certainly quite a big boy.
Slowly, you unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them all along with his briefs. His cock sprang free, confirming your previous hypothesis about it. It was indeed big, bigger than anything you ever had, and hard and long and… You slightly squeezed your thighs and rubbed them. You were wet. You could feel it. And you wanted desperately some friction.
You quickly glanced at your womanhood and let your fingers crawl under your skirt and soaked panties. Your clit was engorged and your lips were swollen. And Chris was watching you silently, wondering how the wet pink flesh felt. “Wait. Let me” He lifted up your ass and pulled down your panties to carelessly throw onto the floor. Your legs spread, he looked down between them, staring at your glistening fold with a dark hunger in his eyes. He caressed you softly, very softly and you moaned between your closed lips as you instinctively embraced his delicate touch by moving your hips closer to his hand. You wanted more. And he would give you more.
His fingers parted your lips to meet your clit with his thumb and he brushed your warm entrance to finally insert a finger inside you. You whispered his name with pleasure and it jolted Chris as if he had received a punch in his lower stomach, but a delicious exhilarating punch. He started pumping his finger in your pussy, forcing a cry of pleasure out of your mouth, and soon he added another digit to go and tickle your g-spot that he found with incredible accuracy. When you started convulsing and felt your orgasm building in you, you pushed Chris’ fingers away to pull his body against yours.
Laid on you, Chris instinctively began to rubbing him against your, his cock grinding between your legs, so close to your entrance. You grabbed his back and dug your nails in it. The friction was sending you slowly back towards heaven. “Oh my god, Chris.”
His pace accelerated until it began relentless and soon, he started panting rather heavily. “Fuck.” He cursed as he quickly lined up his cock in front of your hole to enter your pussy, unable to resist the urge of filling you up anymore. He didn’t sink in you as easily as expected and so he grabbed the armrest of the couch to use it as leverage and push himself deep in you. That thrust made you draw a sharp breath and a whimper of both pain and pleasure escaped your sealed mouth. That girth, holy shit! “Damn, you’re so tight.” He started moving in you. He was slow but intense but little did you know that he was just warming up. “Fuck, Chris!”
You screamed when his cock started rubbing against a zone inside of you you never thought existed. You clang to the sofa afraid to fall under the strength of his deep hard thrust. You were loud and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d ever been that loud. Your previous boyfriend would have asked you to be quiet and think about the neighbour but Chris, Chris seemed to like your screams. It was all over his smiling face.
He suddenly grabbed both your legs and placed your feet on his shoulders. A position that allowed his long shaft to go even deeper in you, which you never thought was possible. And judging by how red and twisted his young features looked right now, he was definitely enjoying the position. Actually, he loved it so much he quickened the pace and started growling. You marvelled at his sweaty strong body and at his face tensed by intense pleasure “Gosh, Y/N. You’re driving me crazy.” You smiled.
You could watch him fuck you like that for ages. It was a real boost for your self-confidence. And God knows what you were capable when you felt confident.
You spread your thighs and wrapped your legs around Chris to hoist yourself against his chest, his cock miraculously still inside of you. Guess having such a size had many perks.
You wanted to ride him and he immediately got your intention. Hands squeezing your rear, he leant against the backrest of the couch and chuckled as you comfortably placed yourself on top of him and started undulating on his lap, his cock amazingly buried in you. “Gosh you have no idea how beautiful you are.” You blushed and he tucked a strand of your hair behind you ear. Your eyes met and you stared at each other quietly before you eventually felt the need to grind against him. The depth of his thick dick inside of you was sending shivers in your entire body. That was incredible. You kept a pace that pleased you both. “You’re so good.” He confessed as he took a deep breath. “Are you gonna come for me, Made in Heaven?” You teased.
“That’s very likely.” He chortled, amused by the nickname.
Your hands leant on his muscular thighs, right behind your back, and you began bouncing on his cock with an incredible agility and eagerness that left Chris amazed. And you could tell by the way he was panting that he wouldn’t last long. Not a surprise. This love-making was certainly the most exquisite you had ever had. His throbbing cock hitting you deep inside was amazing, just as the melody of sweaty skins meeting each other accompanied by the wet sound of your cunt and the creaking of the couch under both your weights.
Chris placed his hands on your bouncing breasts to grope them. “If you keep going like that I’m gonna cum in you.” He declared between two groans. “Please do”. He made you lean forward and brought your breasts to his mouth to lick them and suck the nipples. “I want you to” You gripped his hair without even realising it. It was a reflex, a way to have him … feel him closer to you, to tell him not to stop. “I want your cum in me, Chris.”
That was too sexy and naughty for Chris who let out a frustrated animalistic growl as he squeezed you butt, digging his nails in the tender flesh. He began pounding you from underneath, hard, fast and deep like a jackhammer, his balls slapping against your butt.
You cried out. The sensation was divine and took all your words away. Now only plaintive onomatopoeias seemed to be able escape your agape mouth. Well, onomatopoeias and some very casual “Fuck, Chris” that would make your lover chuckle or smirk proudly.
And that’s how you felt it coming. That so well-deserved orgasm, ready to burst like a firework. It made you cry out and nestle your head in Chris’s neck, your body convulsing like never before. But Chris wanted to see you. He wanted to see your face as you were cumming for him. He wanted to carve that moment to play it over and over after you were gone.
And so he pulled up your hair to make you look at him. But you couldn’t. Your eyes were tightly closed and refused to open. And then, it all came out. And you screamed his name, on and on, loud, so loud you were sure the neighbours would probably shout at you tomorrow but you did not care. You let your juices flow along his cock and your wall clench around him.
“Damn. Fuuucck.” He growled and his moves became very sloppy yet more brutal and deeper. “Don’t you squeeze around me like that” But you couldn’t help it. That climax felt too good. Chris felt too good.
It sent him over the edge. He came hard in you, hot and sticky semen spurting in your vagina, painting your walls like nothing else. And you loved it, enjoying it the warm sensation with an amazed amused little laugh that made Chris chuckle despite his tiredness.
“What’s so funny?” He asked.
“Nothing. Just telling myself that this... was made in heaven” You winked and he laughed. You were gonna miss him.
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Time for Bravo team!
Hug headcanons about Richard Aiken, Edward Dewey, Enrico Marini, Forest Speyer, Kenneth Sullivan, and Rebecca Chambers.
(Gender ambiguous).
Warnings: n/a
Masterlists here!
Richard Aiken
Richard is most definitely a hugger. He relaxes completely when you're in his arms.
He often greets you with hugs and doesn't part ways without giving you one first.
Expect his face to end up buried in the crook of your neck.
He'll gently rock you side to side.
Edward Dewey
When you're in Edward's hold, you feel like you're being cocooned.
His big strong arms lock securely around your waist.
His tall 6'4" ass will probably curl around you. As in, his upper chest/head ends up leaning over you like a roof.
He enjoys coming up behind you to hug you.
Enrico Marini
Enrico doesn't hand out too many hugs, but if he gives you one, it's going to be a heartily tight embrace.
There is a slight possibility that you're going to feel like the air is being squeezed out of you.
He tends to grasp your shoulders first. Then, he pulls you closer to him.
It'll probably be a while before he lets you go.
Forest Speyer
Forest goes into hugs with just... a lot of energy. Almost like you're being tackled! But more enjoyable. An advanced bear hug, if you will.
He holds you nice and tight. It feels as though you're wrapped up in a blanket burrito style.
He likes to do this thing where he leans back far enough to lift you off the ground. Then, he'll swing you side to side a bit.
He might even go so far as to spin you around in a full circle.
Kenneth Sullivan
If Kenny gives you a hug, you probably either asked him for one, or he asked if he could.
He won't pull away until you do.
His hold is gentle yet firm. It's very easy to relax into.
He might just rub some soothing circles on your back.
Rebecca Chambers
Becca will hook her arms around the back of your neck or your shoulders when she hugs you.
She likes to rest her cheek on you. On the slope of your shoulder, your chest, etc. Depends on your height.
If you're taller than her, she will probably go and pull you down a little lol.
Her hugs tend to be on the shorter side.
#resident evil x reader#richard aiken#enrico marini#edward dewey#kenneth sullivan#forest speyer#rebecca chambers#kenneth j sullivan#resident evil 0#resident evil 1 remake#richard aiken x reader#edward dewey x reader#enrico marini x reader#kenneth sullivan x reader#rebecca chambers x reader#forest speyer x reader#re 0#kenneth j sullivan x reader#re 1 remake
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Gender ambiguous reader
Hug HCs - (RE Deadly Silence)
Fem reader
Cuddling HCs about Forest - (RE 0)
HCs about dating Forest - (RE 0)
#resident evil x reader#forest speyer#forest speyer x reader#forest speyer x you#resident evil 1#resident evil 0#re 0#re 1#x reader masterlist#resident evil masterlist#resident evil 1 remake#resident evil 1996
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Who I write for + rules + masterlists
Please don't ask for smut.
By default, I write things as gender ambiguous, but you can request for the reader to be a specific gender identity.
I'll do up to eight characters per request.
Requesting dark things with violence/blood is fine. Angst is fine as well.
Requesting completely goofy/stupid/shitpost-y things is fine.
Requesting something poly is fine.
Requesting platonic things (whether familial or friendly) is fine.
Don't be afraid to be specific! : )
With Resident Evil prompts in particular, if you don’t specify a game or movie alongside a character (e.g. 3 REmake Jill or WTRC Leon) then I’m just going to assume that you’re leaving it up to me to choose.
Games include any Resi title released between the original's debut in 1996 and now, even the non-canon ones. You can also ask for it to take place in the Dead By Daylight universe. Movies include all of the CG releases, the Anderson movies, and Welcome to Raccoon City.
Things I write:
Prompt-based x reader ficlets. Send in a scenario and I'll write a short fic about it. If you want it to be platonic, please specify.
Reactions. Send in something you'd like to see a particular character's reaction to (e.g. reacting to a reader with a particular interest/trait, reacting to a reader ending up in a particular situation). I'll write a bulleted list. If you want it to be platonic, please specify.
Headcanons. Send in specific or general headcanons you would like about one or more characters. I'll write a bulleted list.
If you don't name one of these things in your ask, I'll just assume that you're leaving the format up to me.
Resident Evil
Ada Wong - masterlist here!
Albert Wesker - masterlist here!
Alcina Dimitrescu - masterlist here!
Alex Wesker - masterlist here!
Alyssa Ashcroft - nothing yet.
Alice - nothing yet.
Ark Thompson - masterlist here!
Barry Burton - masterlist here!
Becca Woolett - nothing yet.
Bela Dimitrescu - masterlist here!
Billy Coen - masterlist here!
Brad Vickers -masterlist here!
Bruce McGivern - masterlist here!
Carlos Oliveira - masterlist here!
Cassandra Dimitrescu - masterlist here!
Chris Redfield - masterlist here!
Claire Redfield - masterlist here!
Daniela Dimitrescu - masterlist here!
Daniel Fabron - nothing yet.
Donna Beneviento - masterlist here!
The Duke - nothing yet.
Edward Dewey - masterlist here!
Elena Lupu - masterlist here!
Emily Berkhoff - masterlist here!
Enrico Marini - masterlist here!
Ethan Winters - masterlist here!
Finn Macauley - nothing yet.
Fongling - nothing yet.
Forest Speyer - masterlist here!
Hector Hivers - nothing yet.
Helena Harper - masterlist here!
Ingrid Hunnigan - nothing yet.
Jack Krauser - nothing yet.
Jake Muller - masterlist here!
January Van Sant - masterlist here!
Jessica Sherawat - nothing yet.
Jill Valentine - masterlist here!
Joe Baker - masterlist here!
Joseph Frost - masterlist here!
Josh Stone - nothing yet.
Karl Heisenberg - masterlist here!
Karena LesProux - nothing yet.
Kenneth Sullivan - masterlist here!
Leon Kennedy - masterlist here!
Lucas Baker - masterlist here!
Luis Serra - nothing yet.
Mia Winters - masterlist here!
Moira Burton - nothing yet.
Mother Miranda - masterlist here!
Nikolai Zinoviev - nothing yet.
Parker Luciani - nothing yet.
Piers Nivans - masterlist here!
Rachel Foley - masterlist here!
Raymond Vester - masterlist here!
Rebecca Chambers - masterlist here!
Rain Ocampo - nothing yet.
Richard Aiken - masterlist here!
Salvatore Moreau - masterlist here!
Sheva Alomar - masterlist here!
Tyrell Patrick - nothing yet.
Zoe Baker - masterlist here!
Dark Horse Comics (masterlist here)
Abe Sapien
Hellboy
Child’s Play (masterlist here)
Andy Barclay (Cult and onward)
Kyle Simpson (tv series and onward)
Charles “Chucky” Lee Ray
Nica Pierce
Tiffany Valentine
Bendy and the Ink Machine (masterlist here)
Alice Angel (cartoon)
Allison Pendle/Allison Angel
Audrey Drew
Sammy Lawrence
Susie Campbell/Twisted Alice
Dead By Daylight
Adiris
Amanda Young
Anna
Carmina Mora
Charlotte Deshayes - masterlist here!
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