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Silly little side hobby ;) (they/them) - Requests OPEN I mostly write for SH, RE, RDR1/2 go crazy go stupid ...but tell me your heart's desires, and I will write to fulfill them <3

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Masterlist <3

Resident Evil

Resident Evil Portal

Silent Hill

Silent Hill Portal

Red Dead Redemption 1

Red Dead Redemption 1 Portal

Red Dead Redemption 2

Red Dead Redemption 2 Portal

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Luis Serra x gn!Reader: Flamenco

C: Dancing with Luis <3

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​Your bodies glided through the grass field, softly illuminated by the evening sun. The flow of fabric trailed behind each of you, like shadows perfectly mimicking the living. The Flamenco was a passionate dance. Both fast and slow, fiery and calculated.

​Moments like these with Luis were lifetime treasures, priceless to any merchant (on any island). His hand was firm against your lower back, the other tightly in yours, guiding you to each new step.

​Despite spinning frantically over the plains, the world was still. Your focus was entirely on the man in front of you. His dark features pierced through you with intensity. It was only natural as he was trying to savour your very existence.

​Sounds of guitar strings vibrated through the trees, making their way across your impromptu stage. The music was cradled along peaceful winds, kindly passing through your free strands of hair.

​Your fluid movements with Luis practically united you as a single organism. That you shared a heart and lungs, limbs and bones, flesh and blood. Sensation and perception weren’t unique, and neither was any conjured thought or idea. You were simply one in Flamenco.

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But, like all good things, closure must take its course. The music died down, along with the breeze and aromas of fresh cedar.

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The next time Luis opened his eyes, he was reminded why he indulged in such a beautiful memory: Osmund Saddler did not take betrayal kindly.

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It didn't matter to Luis that you weren’t actually there. The colours and passion faded into the dirt-covered walls that confined the Spaniard, forming his jail cell. Footsteps echoed through the hallway, divided by the cold iron bars. It signalled to Luis that Los Illuminados was already making their way.

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Still, Luis knew this wouldn’t be his last dance.

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“Until next time, mi vida.”

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Que Ada Wong's rescue scene

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👉👈 spare change! *cough* *Res2 leon smut* spare change!

~~I will discreetly pass to you, from my humble screen to yours, a suspiciously RE2 Leon Kennedy shaped Tumblr smut post without alerting the fun police…~~

RE2 Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader: NSFW headcanons

Mueheheh! Here’s some Leon Kennedy NSFW headcanons for his RE2, rookie-raccoon self. This man has experienced some serious character development (aka increasing his testosterone levels with each game).​

Lowkey, this could be a series from RE2 to 9 on how he smooches the ladies in every era. We shall see if you guys want more ;)

I hope you enjoy, my pookie anon <3333333

⚠️Warnings: NSFW Content; Smut (18+), minors do NOT interact (MDNI)

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Let’s get one thing straight, this pretty boy is so shy. When it’s you and him alone in the bedroom, his commanding police training evidently stays outside the door. Safe to say, this man is inexperienced.

HOWEVER, this does not interfere with his curiosity or his ability to learn the art of your body.

His kisses are soft, and he breathes warm air against your lips. If you tease him by running your fingers across his belt, daring to go lower, there's no going back on tonight's physical activities.

He’ll be so gentle, exploring your bare skin with his hands, his face hot to the touch. Your guidance to the bed will have him compliant beneath you, his eyes never leaving yours.

As he hardens under you, his hands will slowly make way to your hips, moving your clothed sex across his groin in his attempt to increase the friction.

When you finally release his length, he’s practically dripping with pre. Grasping his dick, if you circle your thumb over his tip, stifled moans will catch in his throat. His own hips automatically pumping upwards against your hand.

Ride this man. His eyes will quickly dart between his own dick disappearing with every bounce, your breasts, and your eyes. He’ll be flushed if you catch his gaze, but even still, he won’t be able to look away.

Leon will gain confidence throughout the session and undoubtedly throughout your relationship. He’ll flip you over into missionary, keeping inside you during this transition.

The lewd plopping of his skin slapping against yours deafens the room. He’ll have a firm grasp on you, a large hand pressed into your thigh, the other brushing strands of hair out of your face. He wants to see you through and through. It isn’t enough for you to say he’s doing a good job; he needs to see you feel it.

His rhythm is deep and steady for the most part. He controls his pace so that he can really experience you massaging his dick with your walls, only picking up towards the end with his neediness for you to finish.

When he eats you out, he’ll be incredibly slow at first. Leon will ask for directions and feedback between his firm licks and sucks. But once he catches your drift, your gasping and squirming is enough information for him.

He loves it when you buck your pussy against his nose, all while you hold his head against you. He’ll grow desperate when your grip grows stronger, feeling you compress around his fingers. Without fail, he’ll cum hands-free (as they’re preoccupied with you), moaning between your legs.  

About his own vocal repertoire, he’s pretty up there. He’ll be panting flush against your ear in missionary, or against your mouth if you’re on top. When you call him a “good boy,” his face burns despite nodding to your praise.

But, like we said, with his growing confidence, expect him to return the praise-favour. “You’re so perfect,” he’ll say, or, “God, you’re so wet for me,” with eyes full of lust. We know Leon’s a one-liner kinda man; he’ll be saying all sorts of stuff.

When he finishes, he’ll either do so inside you or pull out onto your stomach. The thick ropes coat your skin, so he can’t help but smear it around with his cock, leaving him completely dazed.

If you’re on top, his dick will plop down onto his own stomach, releasing himself on his abdomen. If you’re bold, take his cum and swipe it across his lips. Without thought, he’ll clean himself off your dripping finger.

Leon will deeply prioritize aftercare after sex. It’s not something he will not endorse. After his own conscience clears, he’ll continually ask if you’re okay, keeping his hands on your body until you can convince him that you are, in fact, more than okay. During this time, he’ll get you anything you need. You want a bath? The water's already running. Wait, you’re actually kinda hungry? Leon’s got the keys.

But, if you’re satisfied (and you most certainly are), he’ll snuggle up in the crook of your neck, leaving his back open for you to trace mindless lines across. Leon will doze off holding you tight, just so you don't vanish into thin air, or wander off to Chris Redfield smut (hehe). xx

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Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader: NSFW headcanons

Hey guys, muehehehe! Back at it again with the raunchy ass material to get everybody through the week.

​Here’s some Chris Redfield NSFW headcanons to chew on <3

Requests are open!

​⚠️Warnings: NSFW content (18+)

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Getting down to business with Chris would start innocently. The two of you gently caressing the other, touches filled with love and admiration. But leave it to Chris to let his hands wander deeper across your skin. He’ll be finding creative ways to bypass your clothes just to have his palm surface the most of you that he can.

The next thing you know, your lips are but a fraction of space apart, his fingers already toying with your bra strap.

Chris will lie his body over yours, using his weight to comfort you with warmth and pressure.

In the beginning, his movements would be slow, savouring the tease of stripping you of your garments. All the while, he would be grinding his hips against yours, instinctively allowing you to wrap your legs around him.

The feeling of him hardening above you is truly enough to empty your mind, sending bursts of fire across your body. Needless to say, you’re already soaked.

Once the testosterone has peaked in Chris, he no longer extends this preemptive, prolonged foreplay. His hands are already tracing your body with utmost accuracy, removing any additional clothing barrier with urgency. (#desperate)

He’ll almost always have you with your ankles draped over his neck, positioning your pelvis completely parallel to his hips. This way, with each deep thrust, his tip can kiss your cervix blue.

Speaking of kisses, Chris is always kissing you during sex. Regardless of sweat, hair, or any other confound, his lips and dick are basically two separate entities from his mind. Both are working independently to reach their own goals. His hips automatically slam against you, while his lips swallow your every moan because to him, this is the closest he can get to you. And to be honest, it’s not even enough.

Chris is vocal in bed. Not moaning incessantly like some cheap X-rated film, but he's grunting heavily, accompanied by sharp breaths and long, guttural exhales.

He’ll be talking to you out of reflex, asking if you’re okay, if you feel as good as he does. But at the same time, his concern is more about making you cum rather than chasing his own release. If you’re already babbling and moaning mindlessly, he’ll simply tell you to take it. He’ll be coaxing you, his voice deep and velvety. “Fuck~, you’re squeezing me so tight” or “It’s all you now, princess. Cum on my dick.”

If he’s taking you from behind, he’ll take your hand and place it over your lower abdomen. “Feel that, you’re so full of me,” he’ll say, pushing himself deeper with each thrust. A thick arm will come wrapping around your jaw, his lips brushing against your ear now, breathing hot air through his own groans. When in pronebone, he’s more so grinding himself against you, keeping his entire length compressed within your walls.

Regardless of the position that you two are in, your bodies will always be pressed up against one another. Think pronebone, mating press, etc., etc.

The point is this man needs skin-on-skin contact, end of story.

Loves when you moan his name. It will send his cock into overdrive, and he’ll likely finish in that instant if the session has already been long in motion. That said, this doesn’t mean it’s endgame for everyone. He’ll pull out and immediately go down on you. His mess combined with yours? Doesn’t matter. It’s a pretty sight to watch his fingers disappear inside of you while his tongue circles overtop; he's already rubbing up against the sheets.

Side note, shower sex? Absolutely. Expect to be manhandled and straddled over his dick, your chests heaving together as he pumps you full of himself against the shower wall. You’re completely suspended—completely supported. Since y’all share an apartment, let’s hope that wall isn’t further shared with a neighbour’s kitchen, teehee!

His movements are powerful, but not belittling to you. As a matter of fact, he’d rather you sit back and relax while he does all the heavy lifting. Not only do you feel good without straining a single muscle (except that pelvic floor), but it’s also a way for him to demonstrate his strength. Years of military and S.T.A.R.S training have sculpted his body into the boulder-punching man he is today.

When release hits you both, he’ll collapse his body on yours, skin and crevasses lightly sticking together from the sheen layer of sweat you now share. He’ll keep himself inside you, growing soft between your legs.

Aftercare is incredibly important to him, but he’ll take his time getting there. He’ll wait for the high of the room to die down before he even moves. It’s a primal calculation he engages in, monitoring the rise and fall of your chest, the steadying beat of your heart.

All the while, he’ll be whispering sweet nothings into your ear. xx

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Red Dead Redemption 1 Masterlist

Our time has passed, John. </3

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The Ladies

Abigail Marston (1911)

Bonnie Macfarlane (1911)

Luisa Fortuna (1911)

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The Gentlemen

John Marston (1911)

Javier Escuella (1911)

Dutch Van der Linde (1911)

Jack Marston (1914)

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Silent Hill Masterlist

In my restless dreams, I see that town...

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The Ladies

Mary Sunderland

Maria

Lisa Garland

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The...Man

James Sunderland

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Piers Nivans Headcanons: Coping With Europe's Aftermath (RE6)

Here’s a little interpretation on how I think Piers handled losing the Alpha team back in Europe. Clearly, Chris didn’t take it too well (if he could remember it happening at all, el oh el), but Piers comes off as all business. But, lo and behold, he still has a heart…had. 🫢

​Feel free to share any opinions, and requests are open!​

Warnings: Angst, Major RE6 Spoilers

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Piers Nivans was Chris’ right hand, Alpha’s second in command. Easily, the position itself garnered Piers an immense amount of respect, but even stripped of the title, Piers was a man honourable for his actions.

Piers was first to notice “Ada’s” disappearance during their escort, but her plan was already in motion. Iron bars split the team up, separating both Chris and Piers from the rest of the group. The two of them watched team Alpha burn moments after.

Following the mission's closure, Chris isolated himself, vanishing for a six-month period. In turn, Piers was left to combat Europe’s memories alone.

Unlike Chris, he didn’t turn to the bottle. Rather, Piers kept himself busy. Working crappy details, night shifts, anything at the BSAA, all while keeping tabs on Chris’ potential whereabouts.

Sleeping, however, was cut incredibly short. Lying in bed, Piers could see his teammates flash before his closed eyes. The haunting image of Finn Macauley reaching out towards him. “Captian,” would ring over his ears, yet nothing was around him. Alone, Piers kept awake at night, the bags under his eyes deepening with each new morning.

Routine became almost robotic for him. He would eat the same meals, run the same routes, stand statue-like beneath the shower head. The hot water would leave his skin hot and red, but the scorch never burned him to understand Macauley. It was never hot enough.

Piers didn’t even try to appropriately grieve the events. He would rather tell himself that this is the result of a job he willingly signed up for. Things like this happen; he just had to move on.

He kept Chris’ division in the BSAA in check until finally finding him intoxicated and vulgar in some bar.

Truth be told, when Chris denied knowing who Piers was, the hurt was tangible. His lips pursed, holding back strings of profanities his id gladly crafted for him. But seeing Chris so far gone, the liquor grasped tightly in his hand, Piers was reminded of his motives for finding Chris entirely. To retrieve his captain. His friend.

Over time, as Chris’ memory unveiled Europe’s mission, conversation between him and Piers allowed both men to make peace. Piers realized living mindlessly wasn’t beneficial to anyone, especially himself. He had to acknowledge the past and move on from there. He had to live fully so as to experience the life his fallen comrades were robbed of.

~~ Lanshiang, China

When the mission in Lanshiang went awry, sacrificing himself was almost a given. The virus quickly mutated the flesh of his arm, twisting in unnatural ways. Piers was left less human, but closer to his former team members. Macauley crossed his mind. He was 22 at the time of his death, Piers being only four years older now. Suddenly, the life he could have had became evident. Not just for himself, but for Macauley, and all the other original Alpha members. Could they have become fathers? Progressed to prestigious roles in the BSAA? Live to see a world without B.O.W.’s? It was a rhetorical question. Piers knew the answer. It was the hardest “no” he’s ever received.

As Piers watched Chris’ escape pod grow small with distance, he felt the virus slowly plague his body. It lulled him gently into a state of unconsciousness, almost paradoxical to the destruction bioterrorism has left on humanity. He allowed himself to drift away, facing death calmly as the underwater facility swallowed him whole. Now it was Chris’ turn to face grief alone.

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Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader: NSFW headcanons

“You’re alright, girl~” GULP! Truth be told, this is why I always choose to have a female horse in RDR2. End of story, teehee!

Here’s some freaky deaky Arthur Morgan NSFW headcanons. Brew yourself a nice tea and enjoy pookies 🙈​ (requests are open!)

Warnings: NSFW content (18+)

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Without fail, this man is naturally dominant. Your pleasure is 100% his top priority, and he will be going extreme lengths just for you to roll his name off your tongue in the most velvety, erotic way.

His go-to positions are missionary, mating press, lotus, etc., etc.

Anything that allows him to watch himself disappear inside you with the tuck of his chin, but also have full access to your breasts and contorting face (his perfect trifecta)

Arthur’s large frame will encompass your body, almost trapping you beneath him. The weight of his chest presses you into whatever surface he’s fucking you on.

Loves to kiss you while rocking his hips. This man can practically taste your moans. Your mouths keep open against each other, allowing him to swipe his tongue against your bottom lip.  

Is the epitome of talking you through it: “You’re alright, girl.” “Shhh, just like that~.” “Keep breathing for me.”

He doesn’t necessarily expect a verbal response in return from you, not that you could muster one up anyway, but a simple shake of your head, or a desperate moan, is the only answer he needs to keep going.

Prefers to roll his hips against your sex rather than harshly drive himself into you, he finds it more intimate that way. To stay as close to you as possible at all times. Chests up against each other, your hearts beating frantically in sync.

Will always have you away from camp (secluded from potential curious eyes), either in a rented room or somewhere deep in the woods. The trauma he experienced from Sean and Karen was enough for him to vow against public sexual ordeals. And more importantly, he would not want to share your pleasure with anyone else. You are his, and he is yours.

Enjoys sex in the bath. This way, both of you are physically relaxed and clean. Not to mention the gleam the hot water leaves across your body, sending the blood pumping fervently into his groin.

Occasionally, women offering “deluxe” bathtime services will briefly interrupt your session. Arthur takes charge to kindly dismiss them, his dick still kissing your walls, and your head gently bobbing against the crook of his neck.

Arthur isn’t overly vocal outside his guidance, but he keeps his lips so close to your ear you can hear his every breath. Some sharp, some more drawn out, but all relish that same pleasure he gets from just touching you alone. The way you tighten around him, however, earns you a very satisfying groan from him. It’s deep and guttural to the point you can feel his chest vibrate against yours.

Arthur’s very secure in his own masculinity. He won’t back down if you ask him to do something for you or if you request a change of pace. Immediately, if you suggest something to do on his end, he will do it, and he will do it well.

He will cum inside you. The thought of you filled with something that originated from him is enough to get him going for round two. Even after his own release, he’ll still grind his hips against yours, almost playing with the mess that the two of you created. When he finally does pull out, the sight of his seed slowly dripping out of you empties his mind completely. Instinctively, he’ll put a finger to your opening, pushing anything that dripped out right back in.  

Is the absolute KING of aftercare. After fucking you senseless, he’ll keep you warm in his own embrace. He wants you to feel seen and valued, appreciated for offering him something so intimate. He kisses your lips gently, tracing his nose against your neck, and stays with you for as long as you need. A glass of water is already at your side, and a washcloth has already run across your body.

He waits for you to fall asleep before he allows himself to. It’s his final reassurance that you trust him enough in this vulnerable state, your bodies gently pressed together. xx

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Soldier!Reader Trained by Jack Krauser Reuniting in Spain

Hey guys, muehehe! Let’s set the stage for this one: You’re a specialist who formerly worked under Major Krauser's direction, accompanying him and Leon Kennedy during Operation Javier. But, of course, this power-hungry man confused his creatine for Las Plagas. Your current task (now under presidential order) is to eliminate the Los Iluminados cult alongside Kennedy and return the president’s daughter. Decisions, decisions, decisions…  

Warnings: Angst, RE4 spoilers

~~ It's such a shame our friendship had to end </3 ~~

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Krauser taught you everything. How to block with a sidestep, disarm an enemy, and always keep your hand on your knife. Knives were faster.

But he was long gone, left somewhere deep in the jungle after Operation Javier went awry. It was you and Leon left now, carrying the burden of that mission alone. Except you were expected to undergo the same gruelling task again, this time in Spain, to retrieve a kidnapped Ashley Graham.

You didn’t know what to expect, but a possessed cult and killer grandmas wasn’t something that entirely surprised you. You’ve seen enough with umbrella and bioterrorism.

You and Leon traversed through the depths of rural Spain, both finding Ashley to later lose her again. It was a non-stop spiral that had you questioning how something, or someone, could always be one step ahead—that you never had a secure grasp on this entire mission.

Jack Krauser being behind this, however, did surprise you.

The 2 years since your separation aged him. His stature was broader and his demeanour sharper than before. It was as if something had infiltrated his once rooted moral code, deepening his primal nature beyond human confines, resembling one that was animalistic.

When he mutated his body, it only meant that battle was ahead. It was student against teacher. You and Leon knew what had to be done in order to reach Ashley. That was the mission, and the two of you stood for nothing else to complete it, not even a former companion.

~~ Post-battle

Seeing Jack now, he was mutilated and gnarly, painted in crimson blood. His arms twisted into spirals of hardened flesh, putting knots in your stomach. Your former mentor, someone who you looked up to in strength, combat, and honour, has now traded his natural brawn for something artificial.

He lay before you, and for the first time, he was weak. Leon was crouched at your right.

“Do what you have to do,”  Krauser says to you, motioning to the serpent blade by his side. Kneeling down beside him, you curl your fingers around the grip, the reflection of the knife shining light across your eyes.

Gazing back at Krauser, he seemed almost at ease. As if his life choices and decisions have suddenly grown heavy in him, regret being the only emotion that surfaced. These emotions were foreign to all present. Krauser crossed a bridge from being intense and aggressive to now quiet and solemn. The air was silent.

As the blade pierced his skin, Krauser kept his eyes locked on yours. “Your strength exceeds mine, soldier. Only yours is natural…how it should have been.” Your vision blurs as you watch Krauser close his eyes. Leon placed his head on your shoulder, cupping your hand, which still clutched the blade.

It was over now, all of it was history. And, despite it all, the good memories still outweighed the bad. You could’ve sworn you saw tears swell in Krauser’s eyes before you and Leon progressed deeper into the labyrinth of stone and amber, the serpent blade tucked in your pocket.

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Absolutely! Requests are open :))

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Claire Redfield x gn!Reader: General Dating Headcanons

Sooooooo anybody else exothermic for Claire bc I'm sweatin’…teehee! Here's some Claire Redfield x gn!reader headcanons because I am fully imagining our lives with her, and it's spectacular (give us 17 of them rn) 

Warnings: teeny bit of NSFW content

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Loves cuddles. Undoubtedly very physically affectionate, so every greeting is adorned with a warm embrace (and likely a few peppered kisses too <3) 

Enjoys when you play with her hair. She’ll curl up next to you on the couch, her head nuzzled into your neck, to which you are simply obliged to run your fingers through her hair

Claire is the epitome of self-security. She knows what she wants and what she expects in a relationship

But don’t get in over your head if you’re the right one for her or not (beautiful reader, you are)—kindness, authenticity, and honesty are what she values, literally just be yourself 

Personality greatly overrides any physicality to Claire. She likes you for you, and all your beautiful features are simply a bonus to your character 

Will take you for late-night rides on her bike. “I need a back warmer,” she’ll say to you with a cheeky smile across her face as if her leather jacket was made of paper

Loves when you cook for her. She just appreciates the time and effort you put into a meal that’ll sustain her for the day 

She’ll definitely show off to Chris her home-cooked meal while he scarfs down some $2 burger (Chris will be sending you a message to start cooking for an extra Redfield) 

Loves good competition, whether it be through a video game, trivia, or even who picked the better movie for date night. However, she’s not a sore loser

That said, she will cry out dramatically in “despair” in her sorry attempt to guilt-trip you (spoiler, it works), but she’ll very quickly roll over laughing, complimenting your technique that managed to steal the win  

Claire is very generous. If you’re down with a cold, crammed at work, or even just hungry after your meal, Claire will come to your aid. Last bite of her sandwich? Yours. Need some house chores done while you're swamped with reports? Your laundry pile magically disappears 

She’s also the one who initially asked you out. While she has her priorities straight and confidence in line, her delivery wasn’t the smoothest. She got the “I’d love for us to go out some time” part down, but the “...if, -if you’re interested” came out a little wonky, and it’s still something you tease her about till this day 

She denies that it happened. 

Has a fierce protective nature (as we clearly see with Sherry). She isn’t super jealous, but does want to know where you’ll be on a Friday night. It’s not possessive or smothering, but more of a safety net for those “just in case” thoughts, because lord knows she's been through enough 

Regardless, she trusts you indefinitely as the bond you share as partners is not just a title to her, but a deep companionship that allows even the most vulnerable moments to be shared between the two of you

And… Claire is actually a switch. She’ll enjoy going both ways with receiving and giving, being a top and bottom, depending on who initiated and how it was done 

When she’s receiving, she’s very much a pillow princess, holding your head tight between her thighs as if letting go will send her back to Raccoon City (aka her grip is hella strong) 

When she’s giving, she’ll want you to direct her to what feels good for you. The Last thing she needs is for you to not be satisfied with her work, so you gotta let the girl know what gets ya going! And once you communicate, Claire burns it into her memory, and you’re jello for days 

Will lay on your chest after a particularly intense session, stroking lazy lines across your stomach with her fingers 

Loves late-night, deep conversations. They fuel your relationship and allow you guys to truly express your feelings to one another, keeping on the same page at all times

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Molly O'Shea Headcanons: After The Saint Denis Robbery

Hihi! She’s a little angsty with this one. I just wanted to convey my thoughts with Molly O’shea battling her regrets with Dutch. This girl deserved so much more I’m sobbing. Feel free to share any opinions!

warnings: angst, RDR2 spoilers

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~~ During the Saint Denis Robbery

While the Van der Linde Gang fought furiously for their lives after the loss of Hosea, Molly sat quietly in a saloon some couple blocks over. The whiskey in her glass forming ringlets from the commotion outside. 

Bystanders and other drinking companions scattered in fear of the gunfire and explosions, but Molly already knew the situation—who was behind the chaos. 

~~ After the Saint Denis Robbery 

Several long days passed, and Molly became a saloon regular, continuously renting the room above the bar. 

Her routine was simple: finish a bottle before noon, fall asleep after supper. Rinse and repeat. 

Even still, she secretly longed that Van der Linde himself would appear outside her temporary residence. The same man she fell deeply in love with, the one she crossed the sea for. But the only image in her mind was a ragged, perverted man. A man who sought women half his age, skin clear and bright, free from any experience of life’s hardships. To Dutch, Molly had already reached expiration.

On a quiet evening, Molly tucked away her low-cut dress, pulling out a shawl and blouse. Something more conservative, something that felt like her. No longer did she need to appeal to a man who valued her solely for her sexuality. Molly was greater than that, and she knew that she wouldn’t throw her life away pretending to be someone else. She regained confidence in herself, knowing she could reach hearts without flaunting the skin above. 

Molly would write endlessly at night, long strings of poetry filled with regret and desire, love and hate. It was her way to cope with her actions. How could she fall for Dutch so easily?

Molly soon learned it wasn’t blindness that led her to Van der Linde, but rather the result of her age. She was naive. A young woman, barely an adult, manipulated by a silver tongue promising her the world and more. That was the first thing she forgave herself for…That it wasn’t her fault.

Molly’s pen would scratch deeply through the paper, carving the wood beneath, forever engraving her words onto the table. Her literature clings to the saloon itself, adding another harrowing story to Saint Denis, buried in the dirt and grime that make up the city. 

It wasn’t long before Uncle found her slumped over a barrel; he practically dragged her back to camp.

When Molly met Dutch’s eyes after the long weeks she spent alone, she was clouded with hate. She wanted to hurt him the way he had hurt her. So she lied. 

“I told them!” Molly was screaming now. The reaction it cultivated in Dutch was enough to satisfy her. But even then, a small inkling manifested inside her. If anyone at camp knew her enough, that is, if they took the time to acknowledge her while she was present, they could see through her lie. She wanted them to see through her plot, to stand with her, to protect her. In her final moments, she had no one. 

When Grimshaw took matters into her own hands, Molly could only think of home. The life she had given up for a man who promised her everything. In return, she walked out of the world with less.

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Red Dead Redemption 2 Masterlist

The plan...you see, the plan...is to kick our feet and scroll endlessly through fanfiction and headcanons

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The Ladies

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Sadie Adler

Molly O'shea

Molly O'Shea Headcanons: After The Saint Denis Robbery

Abigail Roberts

Mary Linton

Black Belle

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The Gentlemen

Arthur Morgan

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader: NSFW headcanons

John Marston

Dutch Van der Linde

Charles Smith

Sean Macguire

Eagle Flies

Lenny Summers

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Resident Evil Masterlist

It's been a lot longer than 7 minutes...

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The Ladies

Claire Redfield

Claire Redfield x gn!Reader: General Dating Headcanons

Jill Valentine

Ashley Graham

Ada Wong

Helena Harper

Sheva Alomar

Sherry Birkin

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The Gentlemen

Leon Kennedy

RE2 Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader: NSFW headcanons

Chris Redfield

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