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Washed Ashore Masterlist
Platonic Sonic Boom x Ex-Villain Reader.
10/50 Chapters Completed
Chapter 1; Villain Blues
Chapter 2; Ex-Colleagues
Chapter 3; True Thoughts
Chapter 4; Uncanditional Love
Chapter 5; Screw Formalities
Chapter 6; Decorative Evil
Chapter 7; Doubly Doomed
Chapter 8; Malicious Cookies
Chapter 9; Not Tripping
Chapter 10; Circus Freaks
Washed Ashore; Chapter 1 - Villain Blues
Platonic Sonic Boom x Ex-Villain!Reader.
Washed Ashore Masterlist
Yet another boring day of lying down on the warm sand of a beach begins with a gorgeous sunset, like they always do. One would think living on a what is practically a paradise island would be, well, paradise, but after the first two weeks the repeating patterns have already grown rather dull. In the end, all there is to do was watch the swooshing waves wash away small rocks and sticks from the shore.
Maybe the waves are washing away your life as well.
Instincts
experiencing..instincts! group edition!
sfw
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(ФωФ): gn!reader, all romantic, except tails.
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After the Mold
18 Plus+ 🔞
Ethan Winters x Male!Reader
After surviving the worst days of his life, Ethan Winters finds quiet solace in the arms of someone who sees him for more than what he’s lost—someone who holds him like he still belongs to the world.
I just think Ethan deserves to be kissed stupid, held like a lifeline, and railed lovingly by a very patient man, okay? I don’t make the rules—I just write the smut
ethan winters getting a little to obsessive over the male agent that checks up on him every week, reader trying to do his job after being instructed by chris and ethan clings to him desperate for connection and comfort and another baby
I didn't proof read this at all forgive me:
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Pairing: Ethan Winters x M!Reader
Words: 4.5k
Content Warning: Feelings of loneliness, Yandere, Drugging, Confinement, Power Imbalance, Manipulation, Psychological Control, Moral Conflict, Gaslighting, and Emotional Distress.
A/N: Not proofread at all
Enjoy, Reader
You’d told yourself it was just another check-in.
Just another hour of polite conversation, of noting that Ethan was eating, sleeping, functioning.
Just another report for Chris to sign off on before the week closed out.
But the door opened before you even knocked, and Ethan stood there, the way he always did lately, like he’d been waiting for you.
“Hey,” he said softly, voice rough from disuse. “You’re early.”
You hadn’t been. If anything, you were a few minutes late. But you didn’t correct him.
Inside, the cabin smelled faintly of coffee and sawdust, and the fireplace was still burning low even though the day wasn’t cold. Ethan moved around the room with restless energy, straightening things that didn’t need it, brushing dust off an already-clean counter.
“How’ve you been holding up?” you asked, flipping open your notebook.
He looked at it, then at you. “You don’t have to write anything down.”
“Protocol,” you said quietly. “You know that.”
“Yeah, I know.” He exhaled, the corner of his mouth twitching like a smile. “You always follow the rules.”
There was something tired in his voice, and something else, something almost tender. You tried to focus on the checklist, but he came to stand too close, looking at your hands as you wrote. His warmth pressed against your sleeve.
“You don’t have to leave right away,” he murmured. “I made coffee.”
You should have said no. But there was something about the way he said it, that soft, almost pleading tone that made it sound like he’d been rehearsing the offer all week. So you stayed.
He poured two mugs —one chipped and mismatched —and sat across from you. His gaze kept finding yours, hesitant but steady.
“I know this isn’t part of your job,” Ethan said finally. “But when you’re here, the house doesn’t feel so…” He trailed off, his fingers tightening around the mug. “Empty.”
The words hit harder than you expected. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The fire crackled. Outside, the wind brushed against the windows, soft and lonely.
When you stood to go, Ethan reached for your wrist — not to hold you there, not quite, but enough to make your pulse jump. His eyes were wide and desperate.
“Can you stay? Just… for a little longer?”
The words were so small, you almost missed them.
You should have pulled away. You knew this wasn’t part of your assignment, that your report wasn’t supposed to include this kind of quiet ache. But as his thumb brushed against the back of your hand, you realized how much weight a simple touch could carry, how much of his grief had turned into this fragile, trembling hope.
And though you didn’t say yes, you didn’t pull away either.
You told yourself you wouldn’t stay long this time.
Just an in-and-out wellness check, five minutes tops.
But when you stepped onto the porch, you saw the light already burning through the windows, and something in your chest sank. He’d been waiting again.
Ethan opened the door before you even knocked. Same as last week.
He looked better, or cleaner. His hair was damp, his shirt fresh. He’d tried.
“Didn’t think you’d actually come,” he said, smiling faintly.
“I said I would.”
“Yeah,” he murmured, voice soft, like it meant more to him than it should’ve.
Inside, the cabin had changed. The coffee table was set with two mugs already waiting, steam rising. A small plate of biscuits sat between them. It wasn’t casual, it was careful, deliberate. You’d been expected.
You hesitated in the doorway, then sat.
Ethan joined you, closer this time. Close enough that when you leaned back, your knee brushed his. He didn’t flinch; if anything, he leaned in, as if the contact steadied him.
“How’ve you been?” you asked, doing your best to sound neutral.
He shrugged, eyes flicking to yours. “It’s quiet. Too quiet.”
Then, after a pause, “I think about you sometimes. When it gets bad.”
You froze mid-note, pen hovering over the page.
“Ethan…”
“Not like that,” he said quickly. “I just… when you’re here, it feels like I remember how to breathe. When you’re gone, it’s like the air goes with you.”
You looked at him, at the exhaustion in his eyes, the longing that he was too ashamed to name. It wasn’t romantic, not really. It was something rawer. A man clawing at any scrap of warmth left in the world.
He reached for your hand again. This time, you didn’t pull away, but you didn’t close your fingers around his, either. You just let him hold it there, suspended between duty and something dangerously close to comfort.
His thumb brushed over your knuckles, slow and absent-minded. “You shouldn’t have to check on me,” he whispered. “You should want to.”
Your breath caught.
He must have seen it, because his expression softened, his voice breaking. “I know you can’t stay. I know this is your job. But when you’re gone, I still… set a place at the table. Just in case.”
You looked away then, because if you didn’t, you’d say something you couldn’t take back.
When you finally stood, Ethan didn’t stop you. He just followed you to the door, close enough that you could feel his breath on your shoulder.
“Next week?” he asked quietly.
You hesitated. “Next week.”
He smiled, small, relieved, and heartbreakingly hopeful.
You knew something was different the moment you stepped onto the porch. The air felt heavy, as if the cabin itself had been holding its breath all week.
Ethan opened the door quickly, eyes flicking over you as though to confirm you were real. He looked tired, unshaven, his voice rough.
“You’re late,” he said, not accusing, but fragile, like he’d been counting the minutes.
You checked your watch. “Only by five.”
He nodded, then stepped back to let you in. The room was too warm; the fire blazed, though it was mild outside. There were two mugs on the table again, the same mismatched pair.
“You didn’t have to…”
“I wanted to,” he interrupted. Then, quieter: “Didn’t think you’d come.”
You tried to smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. The tension in the room coiled tight. Ethan stayed close as you walked through the small space, following half a step behind, his presence brushing against your shoulder. When you turned, his hand lifted, just barely touching your sleeve before dropping again.
“I know you’ve got other people to check on,” he said. “But when you’re gone… I don’t know what to do with myself.”
“Ethan,” you started carefully, “I’m here to help, but you can’t…”
He shook his head, stepping closer. “I’m not trying to make you stay. I just…” His voice cracked. “It’s easier to breathe when you’re here.”
For a moment, he looked like he might reach for you again, but instead his hand pressed flat against the doorframe beside you, close enough that you could feel the heat from him, but not touching. The nearness made your heartbeat stumble.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, pulling back. “I didn’t mean to make this weird.”
You let out a slow breath. “You didn’t. But you need more than these visits, Ethan. You need people.”
He gave a small, humorless laugh. “People don’t come here. Just you.”
You hesitated, then put a hand on his shoulder, steady, professional, but kind. “Then we’ll find a way to change that.”
For the first time that day, some of the tension in his frame eased. He covered your hand with his for a moment, a brief weight of gratitude, then let go.
When you left, he stood in the doorway watching until your car disappeared from sight, his figure outlined by the firelight, small, waiting, and unbearably lonely.
By the time you reached the cabin, the late-autumn light was already fading. The sky was thin and gray, and the forest felt too quiet, as if even the wind had stopped to listen.
The first thing you noticed when he opened the door was the smell of something cooking —not coffee this time, but meat and spices. Ethan’s face lit up in a way that made your chest ache and your stomach tighten all at once.
“You made dinner?” you asked carefully.
He rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly. “You said I should eat more. I thought… maybe you’d want some too.”
The table was already set. Two bowls, two spoons. A folded napkin marked the place where you usually sat, your favorite brand of tea sitting beside it.
You tried to ignore the flicker of unease. “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”
“It wasn’t trouble,” he said, too quickly. “It gave me something to do.”
You sat anyway, because refusing felt cruel. The food was good, warm, comforting, the kind of meal someone makes for company. Ethan watched you more than he ate, eyes tracking every movement, every word.
When you finally set down your spoon, you notice the small details: the freshly washed curtains, the new blanket on the couch, the faint scent of your brand of detergent. He’d been listening when you mentioned it last week.
“Ethan,” you said softly, “you’ve been working hard.”
He smiled faintly. “I wanted the place to look nice. For you.”
You looked at him then, really looked, and saw the tension behind the smile, the fear under the surface. He was trying to build a world around your visits, as if keeping things perfect would keep you coming back.
“Ethan,” you said again, gentler this time, “you know I come here because I want to help you. Not because…”
“I know,” he interrupted. “I know. But when you’re gone, I start thinking maybe one day you won’t come back. And I don’t… I don’t want to lose that.”
You reached across the table, laying your hand over his. The contact was light, professional — but he closed his fingers around yours before you could pull away. The touch was warm, trembling, not forceful but clinging in its quiet desperation.
“I just want things to stay the same,” he whispered.
For a moment, the two of you sat there, hands joined, the fire crackling low. Then you gently pulled free, pretending not to notice the way his shoulders sagged.
“I’ll be here next week,” you promised. “But you have to keep doing this for you, not for me.”
He nodded, but the look in his eyes told you he didn’t understand the difference.
When you left, the porch light stayed on long after your car disappeared down the road — a small, lonely beacon burning against the dark.
You knew before you reached the door.
The porch light burned in the middle of the afternoon, the curtains were drawn tight, and somewhere inside, you could hear the rhythmic scrape of a chair against the floor.
When you knocked, there was a long pause before the bolt slid back.
Ethan stood there, eyes shadowed, a week’s worth of fatigue written in the set of his shoulders. “You came,” he said, as if he hadn’t been sure.
“Of course I did.”
He stepped aside, and you entered the cabin. The place was immaculate again, but not comfortably so. Everything was lined up with mechanical precision: the table set for two, your mug waiting, the fire already lit, though the air was warm.
“Ethan,” you began carefully, “we need to talk about this.”
He turned sharply. “About what?”
“This.” You gestured around the room. “You’re spending every day getting ready for an hour I spend here. That isn’t living.”
His laugh came out cracked. “You think I don’t know that? I try to sleep, I try to work, but the only time I feel anything…anything… is when you walk through that door.”
You stayed still. “That’s not fair to either of us.”
He looked at you, and for a heartbeat, the anger drained away, replaced by raw fear. “If you stop coming, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“You’ll survive,” you said softly. “You already did before I showed up. You can again.”
He shook his head, hands trembling. “No, that’s the problem. I wasn’t surviving. I was waiting to stop.”
The silence that followed was heavy. You crossed the small space between you and placed a steady hand on his arm. “You need more than me, Ethan. You need people, structure, help that doesn’t vanish once a week.”
He swallowed hard, jaw tight, but didn’t pull away. “Chris sent you here to keep me alive.”
“And I will,” you said. “But that means helping you find something beyond this.”
For a long time, he just stood there, breathing unevenly. Then he stepped back, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re right,” he said hoarsely. “I just… forgot what that felt like.”
The tension eased a little. You stayed until he’d calmed, until the shaking in his hands subsided. When you finally left, he didn’t follow you to the door this time. He just nodded once, a small acknowledgment that he understood, at least for now.
Outside, the forest air felt cool against your skin, sharp with pine and the promise of rain. Behind you, the cabin light dimmed, and for the first time, you let yourself hope that maybe this was a turning point, not an ending.
The drive to Ethan’s cabin takes longer than you remember. The forest roads twist tighter, the trees growing denser as the sun begins to fade behind them. You tell yourself it’s just another visit, another check-in, another attempt to see how he’s doing after everything. Still, your stomach feels uneasy, a quiet warning humming beneath your ribs.
When you finally pull into the gravel drive, the porch light is already on. Ethan’s silhouette waits by the window, still as stone.
He opens the door before you can knock. “You made it,” he says, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes look different: brighter, sharper somehow, though there are shadows beneath them. “You must be freezing. Come in.”
The cabin smells the same as before: pine, coffee, a faint trace of old smoke. But there’s something new layered in, something herbal and sharp.
You glance toward the kitchen, where a pot simmers quietly on the stove. “You’ve been cooking again?”
He nods, closing the door behind you. “I thought it’d be nice. Something simple.”
He gestures for you to sit at the small wooden table, the same one you’ve shared late-night talks at before. A flickering candle burns between the two bowls he’s set out.
You pull off your coat and sit, rubbing your hands together as he ladles stew into your bowl. “You didn’t have to go to this much trouble,” you say.
Ethan shrugs, avoiding your gaze. “It’s nothing. I’ve been… thinking about things lately. Trying to make sense of it all.”
The spoon clinks softly as he sets it down beside your bowl. The stew smells good — hearty, spiced, though there’s a faint bitterness you can’t place.
You lift your spoon, hesitating. “You’ve been keeping to yourself?”
He nods. “I needed to figure out how to help myself.” He sits across from you now, leaning back in his chair, eyes fixed on you in that way that makes your skin prickle. “And I did, I think. I realized that helping myself… meant keeping what makes me feel human.”
He smiles then, small, almost apologetic. “That means keeping you.”
You laugh softly, uncertain if it’s meant to be a joke. “Ethan, that’s…”
“Don’t,” he says gently, almost pleading. “Please. You don’t understand. I tried. I really did. I thought if I stayed away —if I let you go —maybe I’d get better. But I didn’t. It just made everything worse.”
You lower the spoon. “Ethan… what are you talking about?”
He exhales slowly, eyes dropping to the table. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to be afraid. I just want to make things right this time.”
The room feels warmer now, too warm. A strange heaviness creeps through your limbs, as if the air itself has thickened. You glance down at your bowl, your vision blurring slightly around the edges.
Your throat feels dry. “Ethan, what… what did you put in this?”
He looks up, startled, or maybe pretending to be. “It’s just medicine. You’ve been so tense lately. You never rest. You need to rest.”
You push the bowl away, trying to stand, but the world tilts sharply. Your chair scrapes the floor, your hand slipping on the edge of the table. The candle flame flickers, stretching and blurring into two, then three.
“Ethan…” Your voice cracks. “What did you do?”
He catches you before you hit the floor, his arms warm and steady around you. “Shh,” he whispers against your hair. “It’s all right. You’re safe. You’ll see, you’ll understand when you wake up.”
The sound of his heartbeat fills your ears as the dark rushes in.
You wake to the sound of wind moving through trees: soft, slow, rhythmic. Your head aches, a dull throb behind your eyes. The sheets beneath you are clean, unfamiliar. The air smells faintly of fresh paint and cedar.
You push yourself up, disoriented. The room is small but carefully made: pale curtains, a handmade quilt, the faint trace of Ethan’s cologne in the air. Your clothes have been changed.
Panic tightens in your chest. You swing your legs over the bed, the wooden floor cold beneath your feet. A note waits on the nightstand, folded neatly beside a small bouquet of wildflowers:
I built this place for us. It took time, but it’s ready now. No more noise, no more strangers, no more losing you. You’ll see —it’s perfect, just like I promised.
Somewhere beyond the door, you hear the sound of someone humming, that same low tune he used to hum when he was thinking.
The boards creak, slow and deliberate.
He’s coming.
The humming fades into the distance, giving you a sliver of time. You stand, legs unsteady, the floorboards creaking softly beneath your feet. Every sound feels amplified, the whisper of your breath, the faint rustle of your clothes.
Your head is still heavy, a faint pulse beating behind your eyes, but instinct pushes you forward. You move to the door, fingers hesitating on the handle. When you turn it, it opens without resistance.
The hallway beyond is narrow, freshly painted, lined with doors, some closed, one cracked open just enough to let a strip of golden light through. The scent of sawdust lingers in the air, sharp and new.
You step out, bare feet silent against the wood.
The place feels wrong. It’s too clean, too empty — like someone built it from memory instead of life. The furniture looks handmade: sanded edges, uneven varnish, everything slightly off-kilter. It’s Ethan’s handiwork. You’d recognize it anywhere.
Your heart beats faster. You move down the hall, glancing into each room: a small living area, a kitchen still half-unpacked, a workspace cluttered with tools and sketches. On one table sits a stack of notebooks, pages filled with cramped handwriting. You move closer, scanning the words.
Tried the locks. Reinforced the hinges. He’ll be safe this time. He’ll understand when she sees how much better it is here.
Don’t need the outside anymore. Just quiet. Just him.
Your throat tightens. You turn another page, a drawing this time. It’s you. Sitting by the window, smiling. Over and over again. Dozens of sketches, each one slightly different, each one trapped inside these same four walls.
A floorboard groans behind you. You freeze.
“Awake already?” Ethan’s voice drifts from the end of the hall, calm, almost amused. “You weren’t supposed to be up yet.”
You spin around. He’s standing there, still in the same clothes, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a faint smear of sawdust on his wrist. He looks… almost proud.
“I wanted you to wake up gently,” he says, stepping closer. “I was going to make breakfast. Show you the porch. The view’s perfect this time of day.”
You take a step back. “Ethan… where are we?”
His expression softens. “Home.”
“That’s not…” Your voice trembles. “This isn’t home. You drugged me.”
He exhales, running a hand through his hair. “You always see it the wrong way. I can see it. You were tired.”
You shake your head, heart hammering. “You can’t just decide that for me.”
“I didn’t decide,” he says quietly. “I listened.”
He takes another step forward. “You’ll understand. Once you stop fighting it.”
Your hand brushes against the edge of the table, cold metal. A key. Small, dull, half-hidden under one of the sketchbooks. You close your fingers around it without thinking, tucking it into your palm.
Ethan watches you, eyes flicking to your hand but saying nothing. He just smiles faintly. “Come on,” he murmurs. “Let me show you the rest.”
You wait until Ethan’s footsteps fade down the hall before you move. Every sound feels too loud, the whisper of your breath, the soft creak of the floorboards beneath your bare feet.
The key burns against your palm. It’s the only thing keeping you steady. You move fast but quietly, toward the door he told you not to open, the one half-hidden behind the curtain.
The handle sticks at first, and your heart seizes in your throat. You gently jiggle it, then press the key into the lock. It fits. You twist, it clicks softly. Relief shudders through you as the door creaks open.
A rush of cold air greets you. The smell is different here: damp concrete, oil, earth. Stairs lead down into the shadow. You step carefully, one hand on the railing. The air grows colder with each step, and the humming grows louder: steady, mechanical, like the breathing of the house itself.
At the bottom, you find another door. Steel. Reinforced bolts. You try the key again, but it doesn’t fit this one. The hum seeps through from the other side, rhythmic and calm. You press your ear to it, there’s movement beyond, the faint scrape of metal, maybe a generator. Maybe something worse.
You step back. The key clatters from your shaking hand, echoing in the dark.
That’s when you hear it, the click of another lock, this time behind you.
You turn, heart leaping. Ethan stands at the top of the stairs, one hand on the banister, the other holding the door handle you just came through. His expression isn’t angry, it’s heartbreakingly calm.
“I didn’t want you to see this yet,” he says quietly. “You weren’t ready.”
“Ethan…” Your voice cracks. “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I swear…”
He shakes his head slowly. “You still think there’s somewhere to go.”
He descends one step, then another, the shadows swallowing him until he’s only a shape in the dim light. “There’s no road for miles. No signal. I made sure of that.” His tone is soft, almost tender. “Even if you ran, you’d just end up right back here. The woods do that — they twist. You’d walk in circles until you froze or came home.”
You back away, pressing yourself against the cold wall. “You can’t keep me here.”
“I’m not keeping you,” he says. “I’m protecting you. From them. From everything that hurt you before.”
Tears sting your eyes. “I didn’t mean this.”
“I know,” he whispers. “But you’ll understand.”
He reaches out his hand. For a moment, you see the man you once trusted, quiet, careful, the one who used to make you laugh. His eyes are soft. “It’s all right,” he says. “You don’t have to run anymore.”
Something in you breaks. You lunge past him, pushing hard, but he doesn’t even stumble. His arms close around you like iron, the smell of cedar and smoke filling your lungs. You twist, kick, fight, but he holds you as if he’s holding something precious.
“I told you,” he murmurs, voice shaking with something that sounds almost like grief. “You’re safe now.”
The light flickers above you —just one harsh flash —and then everything goes dark.
When it steadies again, you’re back upstairs. The curtains are drawn tight, the front door locked. You can see the keyhole, but the key is gone.
Outside, the trees sway, endless and silent.
You try the windows, the back door, and the cellar, all of which are sealed. Every path leads back to the same place. Every turn, the same walls. You scream once, but the forest swallows the sound before it can echo back.
When you finally stop fighting, the quiet settles in, heavy and absolute.
Ethan stands beside you, hands in his pockets, watching the trees. “See?” he says softly. “It’s peaceful here.”
You look at him, really look, and realize what he’s done. The house isn’t just a cage. It’s a monument. A world built from his need.
And there’s no way out of it.
Not anymore.
𝔖𝔱𝔲𝔠𝓀 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝓎𝔬𝔲 Resident evil men x male reader
Summary: multiple scenarios with the trope ‘stuck in a hole’ with various RE men.
Tags: No use of Y/N. Male reader. Dubious consent. Dark Leon Kennedy. Dark Chris Redfield. Dark Ethan Winters. Dark Carlos Oliveira. Dark Piers Nivans. Top Leon Kennedy. Threesome and double penetration (Chris and Piers scenario). Top Chris Redfield. Top Piers Nivans. Gentle dom Ethan Winters. Dom Carlos Oliveira. smut. Anal sex. Size kink. Breeding.
A very old request that I got
Words count: 10000 (2500 per character)
ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
HALLO!
I was wondering if you can do a post or pre-coolkid 007n7? Wirh a pregnant reader? It’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable but I thought it would be sweet.
If it’s Pre- broskie is like. “I’m gonna teach you how to be a menace without your mom looking”
If it’s post— 007 wpuld be so sweet to the bump, kissing and talking to it. ALSO CK BEING A BIG BROTHER!
007n7 my beloved... fuck it we're doing both pre and post
hacker!007n7 & post ck!007n7 x pregnant wife!reader headcanons
Warnings: AFAB!Reader, possible ooc, tw pregnancy, giving birth mentioned, mostly likely inaccurate depiction of pregnancy oops
pops up in your inbox in formal wear
consider: forsaken character of your liking x self-aware READER, for a change
(i just think itd be really cool if reader manipulated the diagetic properties of the world to help the others since they're kind of "ability-less" yet pretending their game breaking IS their ability.)
ECHO THROUGH THE WORLDS. — FORSAKEN CAST x SELF AWARE!READER
tags; crack? this long set of hcs could be converted to a fic already
notes: hi i hope you like this...!! i wasn't sure what forsaken character, so i kinda put. all of them. also, i got really interested with this ask omg, pls send more scenarios regarding about this au
hi i lvoe ur drawings i eat them daily
i had a request if its ok
uhh like,, 007n7 and yn cuddles,, if possible some kisses,,, fluffy
Eat, drink and sleep well!! Great day/night!!
- 🎻 anon
you know what, im starting love this man too i like to think that he's actually very gentle when alone with someone he loves and maybe a little clingy (because he trusts you, you won't leave him will you)
Hiiii! So, this is my first time sending a request like this but-
I had in mind a 007n7 x Single mother Reader, where they slowly form a sweet little family with C00lkidd and Reader's kid (the kid's gender and age is up to you completely ^^)
If it can be SFW please, thank you :3
WAIT NO THIS IS SUPER CUTE I NEED TO DO THIS
Post Ck!007n7 x Single Mother!Reader headcanons
Warnings: AFAB!Reader, no specified gender/name for reader's child, possible OOC
Pre!Forsaken 007n7 who hasn't cursed ever since he accidentally said "fuck" and C00lkidd repeated it.
And since he doesn't curse, that means he has to find different things to say in the place of profanity.
There have been multiple occasions where you've watched him stub his toe, but before he could say anything, his eyes would land on the kid sitting next to you, waiting for him to say something.
So, all that would leave him were silly alternatives to the swears that were on the tip of his tongue.
"CHEESE...AND A LOT OF CRACKERS!"
Whenever your husband "cursed", you had to hold back your laughter each time, for they just got more and more stupid as time went on.
"Fiddlesticks!" Was by far a favorite of yours, and to C00lkidd, he found it hilarious when his dad said "Golly gee willikers."
Yes, 007n7 has said that before. You'll never let him live it down.
Though, as time went on, it got the point where 007n7 didn't curse at all—even with you and him being alone.
Imagine how that would go if you were trying to flirt with him.
oh humble jester, i carry a request for thou. invision this, a survivor!reader who is the accidental "child" of 77noli excpet they were made by remenants of their magic/hacker stuff during their college days and were abandoned by 007n7 and raised by noli's cult. how would the survivors, noli and c00lkidd react to them? anywho, have a great day and happy halloween (everyday from august to december 24 is halloween to me)
Do You Remember Your Promise?
Survivors, Noli and c00lkidd + Reader
Summary: Abandonment and being raised by a cult does things to a growing child, the question you've been wondering is why. Thankfully, you won't have to wait much longer to get your answer.
Word count: 3750
Oh you're evil, I like that! Happy late Halloween, Christmas, and happy new years, strangely time accustomed friend!
Of course, due to the nature of this request, this story not only uses Old-Lore Noli, but is also purely platonic. Now onto the show!
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Forsakened Daddies (REMASTERED)
Art by: n_AlanNC1 on X
Just my personal Headcanons on how our Forsaken'd survivors would act with a child of their own.
Hi, how are you? I hope you're well!
Could you please write Yandere! Survivors (all from Forsaken) with a suport GN! Reader that has a resurrection ability similar to Two Time. But, unlike Two Time, the GN! reader's body remains dead and full of wounds from how they died at the hands of the Killers, and yet they continues to help the survivors.
Even though they say everything is fine, still, it's terrifying to see GN! Reader with a completely mutilated and dead body wandering the map and helping other survivors.
This is high-key a peak concept for an ability ngl🥹🥹
For this ocation I'll do a small oneshot before eventually getting to headcanons of each survivor reaction to their beloved STILL Alive even after seeing them die
Side note: despite the tags limitation, Jane doe and guest 1337 are on the list too, probably the longest post I've written so far
Ok enjoy ^_^
HARD TO KILL
yandere forsaken survivors x gn! Reader, small oneshot, ability explanation and headcanons of each individuals
WARNINGS: general yandere behavior, mentions of jealousy and stalking (mostly in the oneshot), cults on two-time's part, nothing else really
Genre:🖤💝❤️🩹🥪🎭🎉
How does the ability work?
First of all, lemme name it hard to kill like in the title, it only unlockes if the user is already dead and their original health is empty after 10 seconds, this way we'll keep the concept that anon had given us
One downside is that every health item (medkits, Elliot's pizza or builderman's sensory) can ONLY heal the original bar, NOT the extra bar, so yea it's kinda a passive??
Oh and to top it off with a support ability healing potion where the reader gives a testing tube with a (any color you want) looking potion that adds about 40HP points with 30 seconds cooldown, can't be used on themself
Ever since your arrival to the forsaken realm, that's controlled by the one and only sadistic higher entity spectre , you've been feeling.... Weird.
I mean, on one hand the people you met were really kind to you, even protecting you after finding out you have no idea how to access or know your abilities like everyone else, even tho you later on found out you're a support thanks to the testing tubes attached to your clothes, which doesn't seem like a problem for them for some reason
But you couldn't help but feel sort of watched, everytime a killer targets you someone is always there somehow, and it's also never happens when you die nono, you do get that this is basically what team work is but while your observations, it doesn't happen that much with others, only you.
You've also noticed a little tension between the group when it comes to any topic related to you, often some would escalate to yelling and physical arguments that others have to hold back, you've walked up on them once wanting to eat something only for a chair being thrown right in your deriction, luckily you've dodged it last second
You're honestly not sure how to deal with this situation, it got painfully obvious that they like you- oh who am i kidding they're OBSESSED with you, how do you even avoid that??? ignore it? No, it'll only get worse, pretend to be dense? Also no, they'll make it obvious, maybe confront? It has a 50/50 chance of working but worth the risk
Until you got thrown into another round once again
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This time however is different ...
You became one of the first survivors to fall from the round
Except you didn't.
Instead, you felt yourself still Breathing, still alive, but still in pain and bleeding. You felt yourself dying even tho you're far from death.
You looked up to see your health bar only to discover something... Right under your health bar that's empty a second health bar
Did you... Just unlock an ability??
No time, as you decided to drag yourself out of your sorry state and find something or someone for help
You've noticed a survivor nearby, as you ran towards them, you're seeing that the person is...
HEADCANONS TIME:
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SURVIVALISTS:
°noob:
_they'd flip. The fuck. OUT. (Everyone would honestly, but noob would be the most)
_just HOW are you still alive?? And still with injuries that the killer caused TOO??
_they'll legit walk around in circles trying to process this, until you eventually have to force them out of their thoughts
_after they calm down a little, they'd still be worried sick for you and try to lead you to any of the supports or give you a medkit in case they have one
_after that they were made aware of your ability, pretty similar to two-time's but unlike them, your inguries won't dissapear and definitely you don't spawn back into the round
_would offer you comfort, since it's the best they can do
_tries to stop you from going to other survivors to support them since you're still in that state
_would try to be more useful so you won't die again in the round, no matter how much they love you, you in that state scares them to death
°007n7:
_he'd probably be teleported to a place where he clearly saw you getting killed and was devastated, only to see you sprinting his deriction
_also would be scared shitless, both of you and for you, like imagine seeing your crush in an absolutely horrible form running straight towards you
_would try to teleport you to the nearest support or health item, honestly everybody here would give you their medkit if they see their beloved in such state
_still wondering how are you able to move around and heal others while being a dead body at the same time
_since you're one of the very people he isn't tense around, he'll allow you to hug him for comfort
_can't help you much outside of the previous hcs bc he's a survivalist
°veeronica:
_yea no she'll ask if you're real and okay
_vee, does the reader looks okay to you??
_ok back to the hcs, would just pick you up and skate till she finds a support or a medkit lying around
_with her originally being a helper robot, yea she's worried sick about you
_sprays and targets that specific killer whenever she's in the same round as them
_seeing you help her multiple times, despite you not knowing that much about robotics, she'll do anything to pay your kindness back
_would become your temporary bodyguard for the rest of the round, she is NOT leaving you twin
_allows you to play games on her screen, you're the only exception btw
SUPPORTS:
°elliot:
_yea he's flipping out as much as noob
_exepect a pizza thrown towards you at 120 km per minutes-
_yea but seriously he probably had like 2 panic attacks by now, one when he saw you die and the other when you ran his way
_no worries tho! He can heal you after all as a payback for supporting and healing him and the rest
_your determination to support the others while literally dying reminds him a little of himself, it's just a little extreme on your part
_hates a little when you try to say you're okay, like twin you're literally a zombie rn wdym okay??
_helps you get away from the killer by distracting them,
_would become your temporary servant for the process, legit would play favorites
_hugs you both to comfort you and to get close to you
_probably would make your fav pizza after the round
°taph:
_threw a subspace tripmine at you the first time
_you scared him off! He thought you got turned into a minion (unless the killer is 1x he'd remember it's impossible for that to happen, if it was 1x tho he'll notice that your body doesn't have a domino crown, the impaled sword nor the greenish veins(
_would pick you up like nothing and SPRINT to the nearest medkit or sensory
_throws around the subspaces to form a circle around you to protect you
_you try to protest and go? Yea good luck twin she'll just pick you up and set you back inside the circle again
_they still have a job to form a safe place from the killer, so therefore he'll make the place with you in it
_dosen't mind other survivors joining that much since it's for survival
_does ANYTHING in their power to help you, he wants you affection
_still apologizes for the bomb he threw the first time
°builderman:
_oh fuck. You actually scared him for a moment
_luckily he just finished building the sensory, so therefore you WILL get your sorry state dragged to said sensory
_while he doesn't look the friendliest to approach, he's still concerned about his fellow other survivors, you specifically
_notices how only your original health bar rises, not the other one, makes him even more worried
_he also noticed how the others act around you, especially the other admins, unfortunately he's no better really
_would NOT allow you to go away unless you're fully healed, he doesn't want you running around looking like a zombie
_his support is a quiet, firm presence with authority
_i genuinely don't know what else to add and it's literally my first time writing builderman help me💔💔
°dusekkar:
_honestly? He's not surprised, in fact it explains so many things about you
_at first he thought you were also a spawn cultist but WAAYYY more saner, but he was proven wrong by your injuries
_forms a sheild for you until you find the nearest health item
_would also cast a saving spell on you, i genuinely can't imagine bro being cruel like
_yea i can't rythme for shit but after the round he'll talk to you about whatever with tea to distract you from the pain you just suffered from your passive
_keeps you away from two-time, who knows what that genderless mf would do
_unfortunately can't keep track of you for the round, he'd have to put trust on someone and put you under their wing
_again, WHAT ELSE I'm gonna add vro🥀
SENTINELS:
°jane doe:
_yes I'm expecting her to be a sentinel, she has an axe
_back to topic, i don't think she took it well that much
_in a fit of panic she'll try to kill you instead, only to realize you're running around still trying to do your job as a support
_once she actually calmed down, she and a few other survivors would restrain you from moving, i mean in your current form it's pretty dangerous after all
_not sure if she has healing related abilities but if she did I'll put it here
_tries to comfort and apologize to you about the first time
_she got a chance to cuddle you at least!
_also becomes your temporary servant along with Elliot, she can't afford to lose another precious person all over again
°shedletsky:
_you ran to him to heal him, you got bonked with his sword instead
_at least you managed to heal him ig...
_makes jokes about your current form, mostly harmless
_would use the opportunity to flex his sword skills to protect you
_yes he's sharing the fried chicken, looked at you up and down and just handed it to you in hopes you'll get better
_clinges to you for the rest of the round
_maybe he'll even let you see his wings? Who knows...
_genuinely worried for you tho, tries his absolute best to be helpful to you
_low-key finds your determination to support the rest attractive
°two-time:
_you're either cooked or burnt. /joking
_they're not surprised, they literally have a second life ability too, but what they do want to know however is how.
_how did you manage to come back to life, even tho you're not in the spawn cult community? you still have the injuries and walking around like a zombie, is it somehow related to how you got here?
_safe to say they'll try to get you to join the spawn cult
_just to make things clear, they don't see you as azure or a replacement of him, but as dome sort of caring forgiving being that ended up being a sinner
_legit sees you helping them or merely addressing them as a sign that their prayers were answered
_they'll appear outta nowhere to give a medkit then randomly vanish as fast as their appearance
_they address everything going on in their life as either a blessing or a curse, you got the blessing penalty
°guest 1337:
_mf saw you and SAWNG
_like vro LET THEM DO THEIR ROLE PROPERLY DAMN💔
_took him a few good punches to realize you're here to help him not the opposite
_still internally beats himself up everytime he remembers
_joins the bodyguards group with veeronica, favoritism final boss
_probably would be more hostile to killers if you actually died and ran out of your extra health bar
_would start to train you to avoid getting attacked and killed off, it went well!
_probably one of the sanest yanderes in the cast
°chance:
_you spooked him a little, but not to the point of straight up attacking you
_once he realized it's just you, he'll give you his own medkit
_would rather have the medkit used on you than on him on the brink of death
_bodyguard number three with guest and vee
_would let you shoot and use his flintlock, it exploded on you instead
_felt REALLY bad, like- you're already dead and getting something exploded at you too??
_still likes it a little if you scolded him on his recklessness while healing him
_flexing his luck, 100%
_would even become a little egoistic if it worked and was in fact lucky this round, then turns to you and asks you if you saw that
_... Is it bad he low-key finds you attractive in this state?
_would try to flirt with you, 110%
_still, he's as concerned as the rest about your non-existent health
Can you do headcanon on Yandere 007n7 x female reader they are married and how 007n7 hides yandere from them.
Yandere!007n7 x Wife!Fem!reader
TW!:Non-con,Yandere elements,baby-trapping(I guess…),College!007n7 is a creep,No romanisation pls
Start of the story:college
You met each other in the college and it was start of his obsession
Ofc at first he thought that you’re just very hot and this is why he noticed you,what you expected?He’s a jerk with GREAT ego
But while time passed he started noticing that you attracting him more than he expected…he was surprised when he understood that he feels jealousy towards people who talking to you or TOUCHING you(how dare they!)
He had a time to understand his feelings at first he didn’t want to accept that he fall in love but when his mind was full of you(and a bit with hacks)he understood that he NEEDS you.
So he started doing ANYTHING for you to pay attention on him even it was negative attention…vulgar jokes,spanking on the butt and you don’t even know about cameras in your room…
Also he hacked system for you two be a roommates
Sometimes he imagines how your face would look when he’ll fuck you
He likes collecting photos and videos with you(his favourites are where you masturbating.)
“Heeeeey,honey~What?I can’t even look how my DEAREST roommate doing?Hm…Well I CAN go away but…not without a gift from ya…*points at his lips*”
After college
He had grown up like his obsession.
He understood that his behaviour in the past was creepy and that he should “change” it
While he was thinking how to get near to you he finds a baby in front of his door
He decided to take care of this kid that he called C00lkidd and he understood…Here it is.He remembers that you liked kids and that you worked part-time as a babysitter
He finds place where you live thanks to his c00lgui
You see him in front of your door with a parcel
You both had an awkward dialogue where he said that he stopped exploiting
He said this to mention his son later to you to see him as a pitiful single father that NEEDS you help
He wanted to jump from joy when you said that you can sit with C00lkidd later
While you were sitting with C00lkidd you started understanding that 007n7 from creep that didn’t give you chance yo live normal life in college become into someone so soft,gentle,pretty…
Time passed,you also fall in love with Seven but not the way he does…
And he did it.He sit on one knee and said:
“…Will you marry me?”
After marriage
He still watches after you by his c00lgui of course without your consent.
He can have the worst day in the world he can have killer mode for whole day…until he comes home and see you with sleeping C00lkidd in your arms
Loves hugging you from the back when you do…literally anything.
He knows that if he eliminate some rivals,you’ll understand that so he decides to take away from you people that you don’t know well or just stand and glare at that person until they ho away
Of course you won’t suspect your husband in something!He just says that people afraid of him because of his past…Don’t you want to give him a kiss?It’s going make him feel better…
He likes watching how you and C00lkidd spending time,you both look SO cute!!!!!
“Meeting you was blessing to me [Name]…I love you.I love you so much…”
Nsfw
He loves leaving love bites on your skin but because of C00lkidd he bites you somewhere where no one notices except him of course
Breeding kink yay
Even he was virgin he was good at eating you
Between to of us he filming your with him sex and watches it but it’s not his fault that he want to film your beauty!
He sometimes raves during sex and sometimes shows his “Yandere” side: “I’ll make you mine…”, “You won’t leave me,won’t ya?Cause I won’t let you go…”, “Let be a big happy family,you’re very good mama…”
After sex he likes kissing your face and body,praising you
His tail alway wraps around your leg
Sweet aftercare
“You did so well to me…I need you more than anything else to breathe and to stay sane…My perfect wife.”
One-shot:
007n7 walking from his job it was long and hard day.He tired of being kind and respectful to everyone even they don’t do same but the fact that love of his life and his son are waiting him at home makes him feel those ‘butterflies’ in his stomach.
He turn on his c00lgui to look at you.You were looking after C00lkidd.He can’t wait to get back to you both.
Seven opens door and sees you,he feels that his heart starts beating harder and that world in his eyes becomes colourful.
“PAPA!!!”C00lkidd ran into Seven and wrapped him in his strong,child hug while you prepared food.You came to your husband pressing kiss on his lips and then you took C00lkidd in your arms
“You’re late today”
“I know…This day was so hard…”
007n7 hugged you putting his head on your shoulder pressing kiss on it.
“Mama I’m hungry!”
Seven let you go from his hug and you both went to the kitchen.Perfect family.His perfect family.
Phew!I’ve done!
𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 .ᐟ.ᐟ 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 , 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄
various.forsaken x reader
summary ... how the survivors of forsaken react to you randomly kissing them during a round.
tags ... romance, injury mentions, you're dating these survivors, pronouns for survivors are looked up on the wiki please tell me if they're wrong!!, and the following survivors are included: elliot, chance, 007n7, guest 1337, two time, and taph.
dottie notes ... i'm back, and i'm sorry that this is short i'm a little rusty when it comes to writing right now. i still hope you all like it, and i hope you're all doing fabulous!
