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[thatgoblin]

I posted 8,306 times in 2021

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#resident evil - 517 posts

#fanfiction - 374 posts

#resident evil fanfiction - 299 posts

#emery asks - 290 posts

#chris redfield - 286 posts

#chris redfield x reader - 219 posts

#carlos oliveira - 212 posts

#leon kennedy - 199 posts

#carlos anon - 172 posts

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#that's not true. this footage was taken in early 1912. perhaps february or march. she was in her late stages of construction and still

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

RE Boys x Inexperienced Reader

Carlos

Carlos himself has been known to be a loverboy of sorts. More of a flirt and date multiple people at the same time kind of guy. Mostly because he just can't seem to find someone he wants to do the mundane with.

With you, he wants to spend Sundays folding laundry or sitting on the couch watching TV while you read a book. That comfortable togetherness is what has him get serious with you and declare you his partner.

That said, when he finds out you've had one or two, maybe no previous relationships, it doesn't scare him off. He's a laid back guy and doesn't put too much pressure on things or address them till they need to be.

Even if things get serious enough that one of you moves in with the other, he helps you do what needs to be done. IE, his or your name is put on the lease, discussing splitting bills, chores, what stuff stays or goes, etc.

Those all seem so natural and easy.

What's not easy is when you two get into arguments. It's rare and usually one of you is stressed out or tired or hungry. It's never really anything too serious.

At first you clammed up, unsure if this was the argument that meant you two would break up. It wasn't like you two had been together long, but it was your first argument and you weren't sure how to act afterwards. You both had said things that weren't okay, but after a bit of time to cool off, you talked.

While you were prepared to beg him not to break up with you, he could only smile and chuckle.

'Couples fight sometimes. It happens. It doesn't mean I want to break up with you.'

Reassured, you felt better.

Boundaries were another point that you two had a long talk about.

Sometimes you wanted to be alone and didn't understand why Carlos didn't get that. It wasn't because you were mad or upset, you just wanted that bit of time to yourself for your hobbies or to just chill.

Carlos is very much a people person and thought something was wrong when you kept walking away from him.

It took some irritated back and forth before you realized just how much communication there was needed in a relationship. You had no clue that he wasn't trying to bother you, because you hadn't said you wanted to be alone.

There's speed bumps along the way, but you're both always getting better at learning as well.

Now for the more 'sensual' workings of your relationship

Like with the other aspects of you two, Carlos is laid back, but he also loves to show you new things.

If you're as adventurous as he is, he's ready to teach you new positions or share new toys or try new things in the bedroom.

But if at first you feel a bit over whelmed, that's okay. He'll go slow and easy on you.

Doing most of the work, not that he minds as he loves hearing you and watching you enjoy being pleasured, he'll help you find what you like and don't like.

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367 notes • Posted 2021-07-09 06:26:43 GMT

#4

RE Boys Come Back to S/O Reader

For @aido-mitarashi cause I said I'd give some relief for the sadness.

Carlos

After 5 months, you've settled into a new routine. You're able to breathe again and not have a break down.

Work isn't as hard anymore. It's no longer a chore, but something you start to enjoy again.

You still wear a ring, despite not actually having been married. That relationship, you knew it was the one and deep down you weren't sure you could ever move on completely from it to start another.

It's a cloudy day, rain threatening to pour any second.

Even so, you decided to walk home. The car was in the shop and you had some restless energy to get out. With an umbrella at the ready, you started your journey home.

A few blocks away from home, it begins to rain, cooling down the area from the summer heat. You pop open your protection and keep walking.

People are pushing together as the rain came down harder, the tips of umbrellas pressed close to create a canopy of sorts for others who weren't as prepared.

While you were at the front of a group at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, people shuffled more, bumping into one another.

It really was an accident. No one had meant to push you so hard.

But someone stumbled into another and a domino effect happened.

You just happened to be the one on the end.

The umbrella flew off in the wind as you stumbled and fell into the street, tearing the knee of your pants and scraping your palms. That was the least of your worries.

Traffic had lulled, but not stopped.

A car was too close for you to have time to get up out of the way, its horn blaring as people screamed while you only had the chance to look up at in in fear.

It was so quick and you weren't sure what had happened, but the car never hit you.

'Move!'

Instead, a strong pair of arms had wrapped around you and hauled you back to the sidewalk.

The car continued on its way without stopping, the light turning to allow pedestrians to cross. Most people crossed, not knowing what had happened, but some stayed to make sure you were okay.

'Yeah, I'm okay,' you said as you stood up with a grunt, looking to see who saved you.

No. There was no way.

'I told you,' he said, smiling softly. 'I wouldn't leave you in a cold, cruel Carlos-less world.'

You weren't sure if you wanted to throw up or cry as you stared at him in shock. It was him. It was Carlos. His hair was short, scars littered the right side of his face and down his neck, but it was him.

'I. . .' You managed to get out before crushing your lips to his, unable to hold back as your hands clutched his shirt. You didn't care how or why, just that he was real and he was there.

'Don't leave me like that again,' you whimpered, pressing your forehead to his.

'Not ever again. I promise.'

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373 notes • Posted 2021-08-15 07:22:10 GMT

#3

RE Boys x Submissive Reader

Warnings: Sexy stuff. Dom/Sub stuff from the bedroom to everyday life. Don't like, don't read.

Y/G = Your Gender

Requested by Anonymous

Carlos

It wasn't obvious at first, you were just always doing what he asked. Not that he asked for a lot.

"Hey babe, can you get the mail?"

"Sure!"

"Babe, can you help me find my phone?"

"Okay!"

"Can you do the laundry tonight while I'm at work so I have clean work clothes for in the morning?"

"Sure, babe!"

But then when he dipped his toe into bossing you around in the bedroom, hoooo boy did he find out big time.

"Suck my cock, baby. I wanna see those lips stretched around me."

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell me how badly you want me to just pound you into the mattress."

"Please! I need you inside me! I want you to fuck me so hard I don't walk for a week!"

Then it started to leak over into other aspects of your lives. Carlos was always a hypersexual person, something you could never fault him for. After all, the man couldn't keep his hands to himself in front of others, so when you two were alone in the house, he would take full advantage of it.

"Spread those legs. Yeah, just like that. Don't let the food burn."

"Fuck, Sir."

He wasn't a stranger to kink, but he never delved too deep in it before you came along. Carlos had been content with having sex as it was, no toys, names, kinks, just getting one another off.

But then you started to call him 'Sir' and his brain went Brrr.

So he told you to call him 'Sir' anytime you two were intimate. He quickly became adept at handling you, enjoying how malleable you were in his hands.

Carlos respected you of course, knowing you were a fully capable adult and when angered kind of scary, but when you called him 'Sir,' he knew you would be obedient and serving to his wants and needs because that was what got you off. Serving him.

Further into the relationship, learning more and more as you two went, he even got you a collar with 'Property of Sir' engraved on the tag.

It was almost like he'd proposed to you with how excited you were.

When the collar was on, you were his and his to do with as he pleased, something you both enjoyed thoroughly.

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393 notes • Posted 2021-09-01 08:55:27 GMT

#2

RE Boys and S/O Reader Caught in the Field

Requested by @admin-in-residence

Leon

It had been a nice day outside, so you figured it would be okay for some time on the front porch of your house that you shared with Leon. He was busy for the day, thankfully doing office work and not out on a mission, so you were picking out dinner when you heard when you thought was thunder. Was it supposed to storm that day?

Getting up, you frowned as you saw the clear sky when another booming noise rattled the windows.

"What the hell?" You said under your breath as you and others from the neighborhood cautiously walked to the street to see what was happening. Everyone looked at one another before there were screams from down the street.

Monsters poured out of the sewer, lumbering awkwardly for anyone who wouldn't stay away. Some were fast and looked like humans, some were slow and missing body parts. The booms had been the monsters forcing their way out from the sewers.

"GET INSIDE! EVERYONE GET INSIDE!" You screamed as a few tried to crawl from the drain near you. As much as you wanted to help everyone else, you couldn't. Rushing back inside, you locked the door as the monsters began to over run your street. Checking the backdoor, you went upstairs to where Leon kept the guns in case of 'intruders.' You knew why he kept them and this proved him right.

Shit, what was the code though? Locking yourself in the bedroom, you pulled out your phone with shaky hands as you listened to your neighbors screaming for help as they were attacked.

"Come on, come on, pick up," you whimpered as you locked the window and shut the shutters.

"Hey babe-"

"Leon you need to get here now!" You cried, not letting him finish. "Those monsters, those-those B.O.W. things you hunt are here! They're in the street!"

"Get inside and lock the doors," Leon said. You could hear someone yelling in the background, probably just then getting the news of the attack.

"I am. What's the safe combination for the guns? I can hear them trying to get in," you said, trying to see if any of them got inside the house or not. You didn't think the human like monsters would do much, but there had been bigger ones with large claws and mouths that would swallow you whole.

"It's your birthday. Just get a gun and hide. Do not open that door for anyone but me, got it?" He said, panting as you heard him run. "I'm on my way. Stay on the line with me, okay?"

"Okay I'll-"

The phone cut out, showing the signal had been cut. Cursing, you set it aside as you put in the code and pulled out an assault rifle. Leon had made sure you knew how to use one and took you to the range often enough that you knew how to handle one.

Right then it was much more different that the range.

Grabbing a few clips and putting them in a holster belt you had grabbed as well, you armed yourself to the teeth. You had planned to hide in the closet, waiting for Leon, but you could hear people banging on your door, pleading for safety. This was your home and your friends. You couldn't just let them die out there.

Hurrying down the steps, you opened your front door to let the few neighbor kids who had been caught outside in. You raised the rifle, keeping it at the ready as a few other people ran towards you. Swallowing hard, you fired your first few rounds at the monsters who were trailing too close behind a couple who rushed in. Slamming the door shut, you locked it and then began to order everyone to stay away from the windows and head upstairs to the middle room where there were no windows and just one door.

You stayed on the stairs, watching and waiting as the screaming continued. It tore you up because you knew those people, they were your friends and neighbors, but you couldn't go out there. It was one thing to let a few people in to keep them safe than to go searching for survivors. That was Leon's job.

When the screaming was suddenly closer, inside the house, you left your perch and rushed upstairs to find the people, the kids and couple that had come to you for help were dead. Two of the kids had turned and bitten the rest, either killing them or turning them as well. Pushing down the memories of you and Leon talking to these people, of Leon being that cool guy next door for the kids to talk to about cars, the neighborhood block parties and dinners and holidays spent with them, you picked up your rifle and fired off till they were all dead.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you went back to your room, not noticing anything by the window till a monster came crashing in. It tackled you down, making you land on broken glass and wood from the window. Your leg was screaming in pain as you wrestled with the monster before being able to get your knife and plunge it into its head. You couldn't stay still though. More would be coming and the house was becoming less and less safe by the second.

Looking down, you saw your leg bleeding from the glass you landed on. Carefully, you held the piece that had lodged itself into your leg and pulled it out. Bandages were bountiful in the Kennedy household, so you were quick to wrap it up before deciding the basement was the best option.

As you hobbled towards the stairs, the sound of gunfire catching your attention. It wasn't one or two guns, it was a whole damn army. Grunting, you carefully came down the stairs, hearing someone or something get in through the back.

"Y/N!"

"Leon!" You cried, nearly falling over as you got down the stairs in time for him to catch you. "Oh god." You sobbed, holding him tight.

"Are you okay? Are you bit or hurt?" He asked, pulling back to look you over. "Who's blood is on your shirt?"

"I'm fine. I hurt my leg, but the blood isn't mine. It's-It was a monster and I tried to help some people, our friends, but someone was bit and the kids, Leon," you sobbed. "I had to do it. They were all turned and if I didn't-"

"Hey, hey, hey," he said softly, hushing you as he stroked your hair. "I know. I know. It's okay, I'm here now."

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471 notes • Posted 2021-07-12 08:58:05 GMT

#1

RE Boys Overprotective of Reader

Requested by @sunnybarnesflowers

A/N: . . . Oops, I kinda did fics instead of headcannons. If you want me to still do the headcannons, let me know. lol

Leon

"I can do it, Leon," you said with a sigh. "It's just a bus ride from work. I've done it hundreds of times before you and I were even talking."

"I'm sorry, I don't like you taking the bus," Leon said over the phone. "It makes me anxious that you're on there alone and anything could happen."

"I told you to stop watching 'Speed' if it's going to make you like this," you said, chuckling at his exasperated huff.

"You know what I mean and it's not because I keep watching 'Speed.' I keep watching it because Keanu Reeves is an underrated actor and his chemistry with Sandra Bullock is amazing," Leon said. You could just see the smile tugging at his lips as he was starting to ease up on you.

"I will text you at each stop, there's only two, and when I get home, okay?" You said as you boarded the bus, swiping your metro card before taking a seat.

"What if I meet you at the first stop? I can get off work in the next five minutes and meet you there so you don't have to take the full ride," he said.

"Leon, it's okay. I'll be fine. It's just the bus, one of the safest ways to travel," you said, getting a bit irritated that he wouldn't let up. Being protective was one thing, but this was going to a whole new level. "What is up with you? You sound like you've read every horror story about public transit and think it's the devil."

"I just. . . Look, please text me at each stop and when you get home. Please?" He voice was tight, worrying you a bit.

"Le, what's going on?" You asked softly, taking a seat by a window. "You're a protective guy, but this is going overboard, even for you."

"Work," he said. "I can't talk about it. Right now at least, but just please keep me updated."

"How about this," you said, wanting to help ease his mind. "I'll stay on the line with you for the entire ride, it's only half an hour, okay? We don't have to talk, but you'll know I'm okay on the ride."

"Thank you," Leon said with a deep sigh. "Hey, I love you."

"I love you too, dork," you said with a soft giggle.

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797 notes • Posted 2021-07-18 00:55:27 GMT

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