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Title: Happy Ending Story

Pairing: Abby Anderson x Female!Reader

Synopsis: You want Abby to tell you a story.

CW: Major angst. Blood. Gore. Death.

"Something about this doesn't feel right," Abby said as she looked around. The tip about a truck of food had come at a pretty rough time for everyone. You weren't an idiot, you knew it wouldn't be as easy as it looked, which was why you asked Abby to come alone. You had a reputation on the outside and in the camp as someone who could move things, so people came to you with all sorts of things. This came from someone trusted, presented to you as a gift for helping them move something big.

"Abby, it's easy. You have got to learn how to relax hon-," before teh words could even leave your mouth, the wire was tripped. The blade came at both of you so fast, that you didn't even manage to push Abby out of the way completely. Both of you hit the floor, but Abby didn't stay down for long. She was quickly getting up to pull your body back and into her arms.

"Oh my god," Abby gasped. She looked like she was going to be sick. Immediately, you tried to think of a way to calm her down. The cut on her face didn't look too deep, even though it was bleeding quite a bit.

"Hey, it's okay. The scar will look cool, and you can tell everyone that you got it getting food for the kids. They'll think you're a bad ass Abs," you told her. Abby let out a dry chuckle before she shifted you in her arms. You knew that Abby was holding you, but you couldn't really feel anything. Normally, you could always feel Abby's strong arms holding onto you, and not just because she always hugged you a little too hard.

You looked down at your body and gasped in shock at the blood leaking out. It looked like a massacre had happened, but your body was the only one around. Abby couldn't have gotten hit anywhere else, just her face. Your body had taken the majority of whatever pieces of scrap metal were flung your way. It was bad, and suddenly, Abby's reaction made sense.

"I'm not gonna make it. I'm an idiot. I could have gotten you killed." The realizations hit you one after another, and the last one completely devastated you. There was a sting to knowing that you'd never live out your perfect post-apocalyptic life with Abby, but the idea of having survived without her was even worse. "I'm so sorry."

"You can be sorry when I get you back to camp. Come on, someone will be able to fix this," Abby said as she tried to pick you up. She was strong enough to, but there seemingly wasn't a spot for her to grab that wasn't slick with blood. You were shocked that your organs weren't spilling out everywhere when she moved you.

"Abby stop! J-just leave me here and go back. I don't want that cut to get infected. Just go home, get checked out, and read a book, one with a happy ending just for me, okay?" you asked her. Abby's lip wobbled as she set you down. Abby went over to her bag and pulled out a children's book. You knew that she didn't normally read those or bring them with her, that one of the little boys who had taken a liking to her put it in for good luck.

Abby had been adamant about not wanting children, that it wasn't a good world to raise a family in, but you could see her resolve falter each time she visited you. There weren't many people in the camp who would be able to replace you, but you knew Abby wouldn't let those kids fall behind. You spent your time with the kids who needed a bit more help learning or the ones whose parents didn't feel like sending them to school was important.

"Once upon a time..." Abby's voice slowly faded as you stared up at her. She kept her head straight, unable to look down while she knew you were dying in her arms. You had died unafraid and without much pain, but you could only hope and pray that Abby eventually let go of you or else she'd never know peace. And that just wasn't the ending you wanted for her.

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Title: Rescue

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Female!Reader

Synopsis: Leon subtly leads you away from danger.

CW: Mentions of alcohol/alcoholism.

"You've got a lot of nerve showing up here like this," Leon said as he stepped in behind you. His hand rested on the small of your back, and to anybody else, it would look like a conversation between friends. Anybody who knew Leon, most likely also knew you. The two of you were linked together, but he was "Ada's boy" to most of Washington. She had him running around doing her dirty work, while you tended to stay in the more bureaucratic aisles.

"Ah yes because it makes so much more sense for a pseudo secret service guy to be at a political fundraiser like this than the daughter of the senator who organized the event," you said. Leon's face scrunched up a bit as he tried and failed to think of an argument. "It's okay to admit I hurt your feelings Leon. Nobody has to know."

"You're insufferable," Leon grumbled. The two of you were terrible for each other, and yet, you gravitated towards one another. Leon would blow you off in favor of whatever Ada wanted him to you, and when he inevitably came back to you, you'd put him through the ringer.

"Don't forget deceptive, vindictive, and unbelievable sexy. Well, that's not exactly how Mr. Klein over there described me, but I know what he meant," you said with a smile. Leon's jaw clenched in a way that pulled at your heart strings a bit. Despite everything, Leon wasn't really one to just let you be dragged through the mud. "Calm down, he'll come over here if it looks like we're fighting."

"I don't know why the hell you blew me off for that guy," Leon said. You sighed as you waved the bartender over for a refill. "You're drinking again?"

"Leon, you'd be able to smell it if I was. Just like I can smell the scotch on your breath. And all of us are allowed to make mistakes, especially when it' out of our hands. I wanted to be there for dinner, I swear I did. You know what my parents are like, Eric's father is an investor." You hated how the words rolled off your tongue. It was the truth, but hearing it hurt. You were a business pawn at the best of times and a publicity stunt at the worst of them.

"You could make it up to me," Leon offered. You glared at him, having heard that from boyfriends and flings in the past. It usually meant something different when they said it, but you doubted that Leon just wanted sex from you. Even in bed, he had been far less selfish than anyone you were used to.

"Need a break from your handler for a night?" you joked.

"If I say yes, can we leave this place and waste these fancy outfits somewhere you shouldn't be caught dead at?" Leon asked. You nodded and let him lead you out of the party. Nobody made a deal about you leaving, not even as Leon paraded you out through the middle of the room. You caught a glimpse of Ada in the corner and pushed the feeling that Leon was on a rescue mission out of your head.

He had a dangerous job, one that he tried to keep you away from. You had been born into it though. Your mother worked wonders for shady businesses and your father took large payouts. You had lived a life without struggle, but there had always been a painful guilt that ate at your heart. Leon stayed with you while you hung low and waited for the inevitable headline that your parents' party had ended in disaster. It never seemed to come, but you knew the illness that started to run rampant through the shareholders at your mother's company wasn't some tragic coincidence.

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Title: What Are Friends For?

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Female!Reader

Synopsis: Chris takes care of you after a home invasion.

CW: Mentions of a break-in, but that's it.

You felt your stomach churn as you waited in Chris's car. There was nobody inside of your apartment anymore, but there had been. You had come home after someone broke in, and instead of calling the cops, you called Chris. You felt ridiculous the more you thought about it because you and Chris hadn't been on speaking terms in months, and yet, he came running as soon as you called.

The two of you had a good relationship, but his job had gotten in the way. The BSAA was a great organization, one that both you and Chris trusted in. You had met as agents on overlapping assignments, but where Chris had risen through the ranks, you retired. Things were getting dangerous and you wanted more in life than chasing bad guys.

"Alright, should be all good. If you want to stay with me for a couple days, I don't mind." The offer from Chris wasn't completely surprising for you. He had always been a great guy with a reputation that you had been hearing about for years. Just because he wasn't fucking you anymore didn't mean that he'd stop looking out for you. "I'll even take the couch."

"I'm not putting you out like that," you told him. Chris rolled his eyes, but it wasn't out of true annoyance.

"You know how I am, it's not putting me out. Come on, we can stop for burgers on the way," Chris said. You tried to keep quiet and to yourself in case Chris had any work, but you could tell that he wanted you around. His place had always been a bit more spacious than yours, and it couldn't be easy to live in an empty house. You knew that you had hated staying by yourself sometimes, but most of your friends had been Chris's first.

"You really don't redecorate, do you?" you asked as you walked around his living room. Everything was almost exactly the way you had left it after taking your things out. Chris just shrugged as he sat back on his couch. You wanted to sit in the spot next to him and snuggle up, but you weren't his girlfriend anymore. The two of you could barely consider yourselves acquaintances anymore.

"There was no need to, I like my space. It's less cozy these days, but I had a pretty nice decorator once," Chris said. You were a bit surprised to hear him talk like that. He had never really seemed that interested or involved with the things you had done when living together. He had never really been all that present with you. "What are you thinking about?"

"Hmm?" you asked, not having heard him very clearly. It wasn't often that you let yourself get lost in your own head, but being around Chris like this was putting you back to where you had been when you were together. Chris had checked out physically back then, and you developed a nasty habit of checking out mentally to compensate.

"I asked what you were thinking about. Sometimes you get this look on your face when you're thinking. I was just curious is all," Chris said. You shrugged, unsure of how much you wanted to talk about with him. It was hard bringing up the past, especially whenever you hadn't truly worked through it yet on your own. "It's okay, I get why you wouldn't want to tell me."

"And why is that?" you questioned. Chris was easy to talk to. Everybody spilled their secrets to him because he somehow eased them into serious conversations. If he wanted to, he could work information out of anyone with minimal effort.

"Because I was a bad boyfriend. I only really knew how to be Jill's partner, and we found each other at a time when she was pushing me away. Eventually, she came back to work, and I neglected the person who was there for me. I was there for everyone except for you, and that wasn't right. If I could do it over again, I would," Chris confessed. His words both soothed the ache in your heart while opening up a new wound.

"It's hard to trust you, even though I know how honest you are. The last thing you told me was that you didn't care, why should I believe that you do now?"

"Because I've learned, and I don't think I meant it like that. I hated myself for hurting you, but I knew you wouldn't take me back. You called me tonight for a reason, and I can only hope it's because I showed you what a good friend I can be. Even if I don't want to just be friends, I can live with that as long as it means you'll let me take care of you," Chris said. You hadn't expected all that, but you were glad that he opened up to you a bit. It had seemed like you had been waiting for him to do this even while you were together, and the irony wasn't lost on you that he only let you in once you had already left him.

"For now, friends is good. You really hurt me Chris, and I don't know how far I can go with you again." It wasn't a rejection, but you had never known Chris to be a patient man.

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Dating Ashe

NSFW under the cut. Written with a female reader in mind.

SFW

Ashe has always had money, so there's a bit of a disconnect of what constitutes as a normal gift. Expect to have to set price limits with her that she will go over "because it looked nice."

Ashe loves public dates because she'll take every opportunity she has to show you off to those around her.

If you weren't already part of the gang, then she won't let you anywhere near it.

Ashe takes you shooting sometimes, but you know that it's only because she wants to show off in front of you. She expects a kiss for every single bullseye she gets.

You still get to enjoy your nights in together. Ashe is a surprisingly good cook, but she only really knows how to make fancy meals because her parents hired a private chef to teach her how to cook when she was younger.

Ashe looks forward to coming home to you. Her favorite part of the day is getting to cuddle up with you on the couch.

Ashe pretends that she's not a cuddler, but this woman refuses to unwrap herself from you whenever you're home alone together. She's perfected moving around the house while constantly hugging you from behind.

NSFW

Ashe is a dominant switch, and a very bossy one at that. She'll be talking you through it all while also giving you commands. She's always saying something and can get quite loud in bed.

She doesn't manhandle you all that much, but Ashe still likes to get kind of rough with you.

Ashe likes to lean into being a gang leader whenever the two of you role play, but specifically in her home office.

Ashe has a very high libido and often pulls you aside for a random quickie whenever she gets in the mood.

You are allowed to touch her whenever, but she will stop everything if you pull her hair. She absolutely hates that, despite being a bit of a hair puller herself.

Ashe prefers to use her mouth and fingers, but don't be fooled, she has impeccable strap game. Sometimes she does likes to spend hours having you ride her while she just takes you in.

Ashe's favorite position with you is sitting on your face. She does joke sometimes that it's her favorite seat in the house.

It is pretty important to Ashe that you're satisfied, but she understands if you don't always cum. It took a little while for her to accept that sex doesn't always end with an orgasm or two, sometimes it's more important that you had a chance to be intimate with each other.

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Title: Expecting

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Female!Reader

Synopsis: You invite Leon over to tell him some news.

CW: mention of pregnancy

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you waited for Leon. He was on his way to you, possibly panicked in the same way you were. He didn't know yet, but you'd have to tell him. Leon had been gone for long enough that you were pretty sure that he could take one look at you and figure out what this was all about. He had left you months ago without much word, but the fetus growing inside of you was definitely his. You hadn't slept with anybody else, not when you were still holding out for a change of heart.

"(Y/n), open up. It's Leon!" He called out over a couple of quick knocks. You took a deep breath to steady your heart, but it wasn't much use. You were still absolutely freaking out when you opened the door to see him.

Leon looked good. He had never showed up to your door looking bad, but this was a nice change from the usual suit you saw him in. The leather jacket reminded you of the guys you had always been too scared to date in college. His chest was practically straining against his shirt, as were the muscle in his legs with his jeans. You were sure that a big part of his affect on you was hormonal, but all you wanted to do was climb him like a tree.

"Come in, and you'll probably want to sit down for this," you warned. Leon seemed skeptical, but still did as you said. "Okay, so, um, I'm pregnant."

"I've been gone for a long time," Leon said. He didn't seem upset, which was a good thing. However, you noticed that he didn't exactly seem happy either.

"There hasn't been anybody else in almost a year, so I think it's safe to assume that you're the father," you told him. You didn't mean to sound so short with him, but you couldn't help it. "I know that you're not the relationship type, so I don't expect anything special. I just wanted to let you know, give you that option."

"I won't just leave you to raise our baby by yourself. I've been staying in Colorado, but it's definitely time that I come back to DC again. There will always be secrets, but if you give me a chance I won't throw it away," Leon promised you.

"Alright, I like the sound of you being around more. And Colorado, seriously? Not even a phone call." You shoved his shoulder back, and Leon just flopped back against your couch. You turned away to hide the evidence of your amusement. Everything considered, Leon always knew how to make you laugh.

"Do you know the sex yet? If you'd let me, I would love to help with the name and some other stuff. I can put the nursery together here, I'm pretty capable with my hands." You paused for a moment as you listened to Leon. He was offering himself up, that much was obvious. The man who had run at the first sight of feelings before was openly asking for involvement.

"A girl, and some help with the name would be great. I've been driving myself crazy trying to come up with one. I know it's short notice, but I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow if you wanted to join me?" You tried not to sound too hopeful, but Leon didn't hide his excitement at your invitation at all.

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Title: Matter

Pairing: Alex Wesker x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Alex reminds you of why she actually keeps you around.

CW: Smut. Top!Reader. Bottom!Alex. Oral (Alex Receiving). Toxic relationship.

Alex expected nothing short of perfection. Tonight would be no different. You had seen on her schedule that she was booked in the labs until 11. It wasn't easy, but you could work with that. Alex would stay in too late for any restaurants, but she knew how well you could cook. She had paid for lessons with private chefs, the absolute best that her money and influence could buy.

The meal you made was practically perfect. By all means, it should have pleased Alex, but she paid it no mind. Alex didn't even glance at you as she made her way back to the bedroom. You tried not to feel dejected, but the longer you sat by yourself as Alex took a shower, the worse you began to feel. Emboldened by your emotions, you mustered up as much courage as you could to confront Alex.

Alex's shower didn't seem to improve her mood at all. She looked at you for the first time all day, but all you could see was disdain in her eyes. Whatever had happened today wasn't your fault, but Alex was going to take it out on you anyway. This was your chance to stop it in its track, so you took it. Alex, however, appeared to be ready for this.

"You can stop staring at me like this. I've had a long day at work, and unless you have something useful to contribute, you can sleep in the guest room," Alex told you.

"It's our anniversary Alex. It's our anniversary, and you've spent all day and night in your lab. The least you could have done was stopped and acknowledged what I did. You could at least act like I matter!" You hadn't meant to raise your voice, but Alex always brought it out in you. She was infuriating, always had been. Alex could be downright awful to be with, but there was something about her that kept you coming back.

"Did you ever stop to think that you don't matter as much as you think you do? I spent all day doing research and conducting tests that could help cure cancer one day. What did you do? Please tell me what great contributions you made to the world today? I am all ears," Alex said. She knew exactly how to get to you. She knew how to make you hurt, and Alex wasn't going to keep quiet for the night.

"Fuck you," you spat out through grit teeth. Alex just laughed at you as she stepped into your personal space. "If this is how you are going to be, I'll just leave."

"You have nowhere to go. You burned every bridge you had leaving with me, and both of us know it. So, why don't you get on your knees and make yourself useful for me? I'm the one who really matters anyway." Alex's voice was sickly sweet as she spoke to you. Her hand came up to cradle your face, guiding you down onto your knees gently. You didn't understand how she could go from being so cruel to coddling you like this without a moment's hesitation. It made your head spin in a sickening way, and you'd just have to wait for clarity to come back to you when Alex left again.

Alex pulled her hand away slowly, acting as if she couldn't stand not to touch you. It was a trick, one that she used to ebb away at whatever anger you still held onto towards her. You watched from your place on the floor as Alex dropped the towel onto the floor. It pooled between the two of you, but Alex kicked it behind her as she closed the distance.

She leaned down to kiss you gently on the lips, a final sweet gesture before Alex put you where she believed you belonged. Her legs spread as she grabbed the back of your head and pushed it forward. Your tongue slipped out to taste her, giving Alex something to grind against. She believed that you were a tool, hers to help her get off whenever the stress of her work threatened to overtake her.

Alex acted like being emotionally neutral was something to strive towards. She rarely got excited about anything, including you. She still tasted like the woman that you had hooked up with years before, but she was far from the PhD student that you had fallen in love with after that. It wasn't just that Alex was colder now, at times you believed that Alex's soul had been twisted into something evil.

"Fuck, just like that. I'm so close. Make me cum baby, you know how much I fucking need it. I'll be nicer I swear, just keep going," Alex begged. She was a strong woman, and if you asked her about it later, she'd tell you that they were commands. She was a commanding woman, and it only sounded like begging because of the moaning. You knew everything Alex would say after, even the excuses she'd use for when she froze you out in bed.

You kept your tongue going for her though. There would never be a night when you'd turn her away like that. You wanted Alex so badly that you'd put up with everything she threw at you for a taste of her. Maybe one day you'd finally manage to remind her of how things used to be. It was unlikely, but you'd keep trying until one of you died or she called it quits for good. This was the only way she'd let you feel like you mattered after all.

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Dating Post-RE3 Carlos Oliveira Headcanons

All SFW

You thought that living through the horrors of Raccoon City would have changed Carlos, but he was still the same guy you fell for when he came back.

He was a bit more protective over you and wary of Umbrella retaliating, but it was nothing that stood out too much.

You still had your date nights together, and Carlos still told corny jokes trying to get you to laugh at every chance.

He quits working for Umbrella completely after that and the two of you contemplate going completely off the grid, but you settle for moving somewhere just a bit more remote.

You miss the city, but it's pretty easy to find peace in quiet sunrises and the hard work of trying to start a farm.

Carlos loves animals, and it turns out that you've got a bit of a green thumb.

The town you move to has a nice little community, and you end up finding a permanent spot at the town farmer's market

Carlos brings you into the city for a nice date night every couple of weeks, just so that you have an excuse to get dressed up.

He likes waking up early, especially whenever the two of you sit out on the porch with your breakfasts to watch the sunrise before getting to work.

The two of you usually shower together after a long, hard day of work. Sometimes Carlos gets handsy, but he mostly just likes the innocent intimacy of being close together in the shower without sex.

Carlos gains a bit of weight after a while, and you swear that he's never looked better. You know that he's happier and healthier than he had been before, and that's the real sign of your worlds healing.

Hidden far away from everything that happened, the two of you feel safe enough to start your family and really put roots down in your new community.

There are still little scares here and there learning about things happening from the news, but you can sleep well at night knowing that it's not Carlos's job to take care of it anymore.

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Bela was a lurker. She somehow always found an excuse to stick to the shadows of any room you were in. Her mother had to know, you hadn't been anywhere cool for months. Bela wasn't supposed to bother you when you worked, just like you weren't supposed to let yourself get distracted. A slip up on either part would mean a severe reprimand and punishment from the lady.

"Leave us, I need to speak with (Y/n)," Bela ordered. You watched as the other maids scurried off like scared mice. A part of you was giddy, but you knew better than to act any way other than terrified.

"I'll be okay," you mouthed to the ones who were brave enough to linger. Eventually, they all left as well, and you could drop the mask. Bela was crossing the distance of the room quickly, and before you knew it, she towered over you with every inch of her frame.

"I hate it when you look at me like that," Bela whispered as she dropped her head down. Her forehead rested against your shoulder. It couldn't be comfortable for her, but Bela didn't seem to mind the awkward bend of her neck at all. "It makes me feel like a monster."

"If I didn't look scared, they'd know something was up. You remember to the maid your mother found in your sister's room, don't you?" you asked Bela. She nodded, recalling the tension in the house after Lady Dimitrescu butchered Cassandra's plaything. "That could be me if I misstep."

"She wouldn't, not again. My sisters and I, we'd revolt. Even if they don't get to enjoy you in all the same ways I do, they like you. Cassandra trusts you to clean her weapons, and Daniela likes all those stories you know. If things were different, I think we could all be one big happy family."

"And until then, we just have to keep sneaking around and hope for the best," you told her. Bela let out a small huff that sounded suspiciously like a whimper. You wouldn't tease her about it, not until the two of you could be sure that you were truly alone. "Now, I have to get back to work, and I am sure there's something for you to be doing Miss Bela."

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Portrait of The Bride bc honestly im so in love with her and need to get her out of my brain

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Early mornings

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Chris was so close to home that he could barely fight off the pull of his eyelids. It was only a matter of time before he could safely drift off to sleep with you in his arms. Staying up like this was normal for Chris, but it was easier when he wasn't thinking about you waiting for him. He didn't struggle like this when he knew that he was still days away from coming home.

He didn't know what it was specifically that made it easy for him, just that it was. He knew that it had to do with being out there trying to save the world. It needed to be safer for you. Especially with the two of you starting your family together. The last thing Chris ever wanted was for his baby to go through a fraction of what he had been through.

Chris grunted as he carried his gear bag into the house. He dropped it by the laundry room door on his way through the house. Everything was silent, and despite his size, Chris intended on keeping it that way. He carefully tiptoed his way through the hallway, pausing briefly at the unfinished nursery.

It looked like you had done a bit more painting, despite Chris telling you to wait for him. He knew that you did a better job than he would, his parts of the mural looked a bit funny, but you seemed to love it. Chris could only hope that his slightly misshapen animals amused the little bundle of joy that you had on the way. He knew that Claire had gotten a kick out of his paintings, and she was practically a baby in his eyes.

"Shh," Chris whispered as you began to stir. He knew that you were awake now, even if you didn't move any further out of your little nest. He changed into clean clothes to sleep in, ones that he hadn't been driving around in all day.

"I thought you'd never make it back for a minute," you muttered through a yawn. Chris huffed, knowing what you were making fun of him for. You seemed to have a death wish behind the wheel, and Chris liked to drive much safer than you in comparison. You'd often tease him about driving like an old man whenever the two of you went out together.

"Practicing my safe driving for when the baby comes," Chris told you. It was the same excuse he had been using for years, even before you had ever thought about expanding. Neither one of you had really wanted to bring a child into the world, but being around each other had softened both of you up to the idea.

"Just get in bed and hold me. The baby has been kicking like crazy since you've been gone, they missed you," you told him.

"The baby? Not my wife?" Chris questioned.

"Not with that attitude, no."

"Whatever, I missed both of you," Chris said as he dropped a kiss against your cheek.

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Title: Watchful

Pairing: Carlos Oliveira x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You get to the bottom of why Carlos hasn't been sleeping.

CW: none, just a some self-indulgent fluff.

Parenting was much more difficult than you had imagined. You had heard the horror stories, and luckily your daughter was a good baby; everything was just hard. You were constantly tired, despite Carlos taking time off to be there with you. On top of that, even now that your daughter was sleeping through the night, neither you nor Carlos seemed to be any less exhausted. If anything, Carlos was even more tired now than he had been before.

You weren't sure what was going on, but Carlos was just sitting silently and suffering through it. You could see it starting to weigh on him in the way his shoulders were constantly slumping or how he'd almost fall asleep the second he sat down. Even now, he was struggling to stay awake as the two of you ate breakfast together.

"It's supposed to rain today, so I was hoping that we could have a nice day in. Maybe cozy up together in bed," you suggested. Carlos smiled at the idea. It had been a long time since you'd done something nice like that for yourselves. Everything had been about either the baby or Carlos trying to take care of you.

"Yeah, just let me set up the portable crib," Carlos said. You watched him hop up from his seat. You loved the way that Carlos always wanted to be around Valentina, but you had hoped for time just with Carlos. He was a great dad, taking to it much quicker than either of you had expected. Ex-mercenary didn't exactly sound like the most family friendly occupation in the world.

You finished your coffee and then got up to make your way back to bed. Carlos was holding Valentina in his arms, cradling her as he walked around your bedroom. You could hear him speaking to her in Spanish, something small that he did to make sure that she had a strong foundation with the language. Carlos had told you a few times that he wanted your daughter to know both English and Spanish.

"Oh look who it is! There's Mommy Val! Isn't she just the prettiest?" The excitement in Carlos' voice bubbled over in your daughter. She looked at you in the same way that he did sometimes. Your heart swelled in your chest as your eyes watered. You had a very loving family, something that you had been afraid you wouldn't get after everything you'd been through.

"Do you want to bring her to the bed?" you asked him. Carlos didn't even wait to let you finish the question. He sat up by the pillows, holding Valentina against his chest. She looked half-asleep, and despite how tired Carlos had been before, he was surprisingly alert as he watched her. "She's practically out like a light."

"She's a heavy sleeper, gets that from me," Carlos said proudly. Valentina was a pretty heavy sleeper, as was Carlos. You were certain that both of them could sleep through explosions if you'd let them. Waking Carlos up in the morning was like a chore, and you were glad that Valentina didn't have any real obligations like school yet.

"It's a good thing with her for now, but you'll be on wake ups for school when that time comes. Now, let me put her down so that we can get more rest. You look like you haven't slept in days," you teased. Carlos huffed as he handed Valentina over to you. You placed her in the portable crib Carlos had set up by the bed before turning around to face Carlos again. He was sitting up a bit more to look inside the crib, watching Valentina like he was afraid something would happen.

You curled up to his side on the bed again. He had been working out again to get ready to go back to work. You missed the softness of his body, the bit of fat that had begun to pad his muscled physique. Carlos would always look good because he took care of himself, but the lapses in his formerly intense routine had begun to show. Still, he was every bit as attractive to you, maybe even more so.

"Carlos, you can relax too. Val's asleep, I'm getting tired again, and I know that you're exhausted. Just close your eyes and drift away for a bit," you told him. Carlos tried, but it didn't work. He was nearly asleep when he heard the little cough come from Valentina's crib. He shot up at that, jostling you awake as well. This time, Carlos was standing over the crib with a worried expression on his face.

"Sorry, go back to sleep. I'll watch her for a bit," Carlos tried telling you. You didn't listen to him, instead getting up and standing behind him with your arms wrapped around his waist. "You're tired, go back to sleep."

"Not unless you come with me. You can't stay up and watch her forever. Come on, back to bed with you." You pulled Carlos back, slightly surprised that he was letting you move him. It wasn't easy, but you managed to get him laid down long enough for him to fall asleep. It wasn't for long, but you were glad that he at least got about an hour more of rest. And if when you woke up for lunch, Carlos was carrying Valentina around the apartment, you didn't mention it.

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Dating Jill Valentine Would Include

NSFW under the cut.

SFW

Jill's favorite kinds of dates are the late night ones. You find yourself at a lot of 24 hour diners with her, more than what you thought existed in America.

She lives a very active life, and will drag you out on morning runs and jogs with the promise of a nice breakfast after.

Communication isn't really her strong suit, and at one point, it was what kept her from letting things get serious between the two of you.

Jill never completely opens up to you about the things that happened to her, but sometimes she drops random little tidbits.

She hates sleeping alone, and has stayed up for ridiculous amounts of time just so that the two of you can go to sleep together.

If she comes back from a mission and you're gone, there's a pretty good chance that you'll find her almost passed out on the couch.

Jill likes to trade hoodies and shirts with you sometimes, and absolutely melts when she sees you in her stuff. However, the trading only happens when she wants it to.

Every Sunday is cleaning day with Jill, not that leaves any big messes until then. She just likes to deep clean then.

She used to spend a bunch of money on takeout until you started helping her do meal prep, which really is just you cooking while she watches you lovingly.

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Jill is very dominant, and prefers to be a soft dom rather than a strict one.

So much is very serious in Jill's life that she likes to be more relaxed during sex. She works very hard to keep you happy while she fucks you.

Jill has very skilled fingers, but prefers to use her mouth to make you cum. She loves it when you sit on her face.

Loves a quickie in the morning, and occasionally will set the strap-on out on the bedside table before she goes to sleep.

Jill's favorite position with the strap is having you ride her. She tends to thrust up into you more than making you do the work yourself.

Jill isn't strictly a top, she just prefers to make you feel good most of the time. Besides, she does like teasing you quite a bit.

She isn't interested in having you use the strap with her, but if you really want to, she'll let you. Jill really prefers to feel your fingers inside of her over anything.

Expect to be worn out when Jill is done with you. She's never really been good at leaving you with just one orgasm. You aren't being fucked out every single time, but she'll definitely toe the line.

If Jill really does a number on you, then she'll absolutely spend the rest of the day/night doting on you. You're getting a bath, a warm fluffy towel/robe, and your pick of anything from her closet to lounge around in for the rest of the day.

[gamergirlwrites]

Title: Bullseye

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x fem!reader

Synopsis: A friendly shooting competition turns into something a little more.

CW: Smut. Oral (F receiving)

It was a friendly competition, or as friendly of a competition as Cass could manage. You weren't completely sure how things had started. One minute you were sharing a bottle of whiskey and reminiscing on your Deadlock days, and the next, he was setting up targets. You should have let him win, but the fleeting memory of how fun his tantrums could get needed a refresher.

The two of you had gone shot for shot at first. That had been sort of boring, so you introduced the idea of trick shots. Cass thought he had you on that, forgetting that you could outshoot Ashe when it came to adding a little flair. Either way, there weren't any circumstances where Cass was going to be the best, and it seemed like he had forgotten that. Not even his mechanical arm could save him for the bitterness of defeat.

"Come on cowboy, don't sulk. I won fair and square," you said as you tickled under his chin. Cass grumbled and swatted your hand away, definitely using some less than gentlemanly language. "You're an even bigger baby than I remember."

"Don't be a bitch," Cass warned. That would have been more than enough for start something with Ashe, but you were a lot more reserved than your old boss. Where the two of them had gone at it for hours with their hatred fueled fucking, you had always been the one to come in and break it up.

"I still won. Don't you think that earns me something a little special?" Your fingers trailed down his neck of the collar of his shirt. The two of you had been flirting all night, and the trip down memory lane had always been intended for this destination. You just took a little detour on the way there.

"I suppose so. I'm sure you didn't wear that little get up for no reason," Cass teased. You blushed as he raked his eyes over your outfit. It was no secret that you looked good, you almost always did. Tonight was special though with your practically painted-on jeans and the old weathered shirt you had taken from Cass over a decade ago. "You know I always liked seeing you in my clothes, almost as much as I liked taking them off you."

"Why don't you show me how much you like that then?" you offered. Cass didn't hesitate in pulling you into his lap. He slowly undid each button, placing a kiss against each patch of newly revealed skin. Your chest was heaving by the time that he finally looked back up at you. His eyes were slightly darker as he took you in again.

You grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged him towards you for a kiss. His hands came around to grab your waist, squeezing slightly as he did. Your jaw dropped just enough for your lips to part, and Cassidy slipped his tongue past your lips. You could taste the whiskey and cigar smoke that always seemed to linger around him. It was rough in the same way it had been when you were younger, only now it was familiar and safe. Back then, it felt dangerous and intoxicating, like every boy your parents tried to teach you to turn away from.

Despite every warning sign, you had chased after Cassidy with all of your might. He had been every bit of the bad boy you secretly fantasized about. He even came with his own little girlfriend who had no problems fucking you even harder than Cassidy would. In Ashe's jealous roughness, Cassidy had shown you a softer side of himself, just a little something to keep you close.

"You mind standing up for me so I can get these off?" Cassidy asked you. Both of you knew that he easily could have moved you himself, but it was his way of checking to make sure that you were still sure of this.

You were reluctant to move away from him, but you felt the need to get out of your pants. Cassidy eagerly helped you out of them, running his hands along the sides of your legs before you were pulled back onto his lap. You settled in nicely, goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch.

Cassidy's fingers curled around the waistband of your underwear, tugging them gently down your legs. You could see the excitement in his eyes as he took you in. His eyes settled between your legs, and that was all it took for him to scoop you up and lay you flat on your back. You let out a small huff in surprise, just barely drowned out by his chuckling.

"Isn't this much more fun than sitting and sulking like a sore loser?" you asked as Cassidy spread your legs. He gave you a small nod in response, far too busy with diving right in to give you a real answer. You were more than happy with where he chose to put his attention. Cassidy's mouth on your cunt was nothing short of heavenly for you.

Neither one of you were making it past the pearly gates after the things you had done, but this more than made up for it. Your fingers entangled themselves in Cassidy's hair, pulling him even further into your cunt as his tongue lazily lapped at you. Every stroke of his tongue pushed you closer towards your orgasm.

Cassidy had always been like a god with his mouth. He ate you out with intent, as if it was going to be his last meal. You could see him rutting against his own hand as he savored the taste of you. You were obscenely wet now. His lips were coated in the evidence of your arousal, and if Cassidy would have lifted his head, you would have seen yourself dripping down his beard.

"Fuck Cass, don't stop. You're doing so fucking good. I'm gonna cum," you warned him. Cassidy just adjusted his grip on your thighs and pulled you in closer. You tried to arch away from him a little, but Cassidy wasn't letting up an inch. Nothing could have kept him from making you moan and scream out his name. He wanted to make you cum, and a little part of him wanted the whole world to know it too.

"Next time we do this, I ain't letting you win," Cassidy said. You rolled your eyes as you sat up a little. Cole Cassidy had done a lot of things to get laid, but you knew he'd never intentionally lose a shooting competition. Especially not when he knew you would have gotten on your knees for him if he had won.

"You didn't let me win this time, I just had a better teacher," you teased. Cassidy's face fell and he began to pout a little. He'd never admit it, but that pout went away the moment your lips touched his. "Carry me inside?"

"Your legs aren't broken," Cassidy mumbled. Still, he pulled you into his arms and carried you inside. The makeshift shooting range was left there, both of you well aware that he'd demand a rematch in the morning when both of you were hungover. He'd think that he had an advantage, but you hadn't been untruthful in your claim of having a better teacher.

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RHEA RIPLEY WWE RAW, February 3rd, 2025

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[ID: Illustration of The Bride and Nina Mazursky kissing. Nina is half in a bathtub leaning over the edge and Bride is pulling her in by the chin while sitting beside the tub. Nina has a shocked look on her face and her eyes are open. The second photo is a close-up and little pink hearts are drawn above their head. END ID.]

idk if i'm prepared for the finale but I do think these guys should kiss during it