Nathan

My wording sounds stupid but I mean like when someone is all like “can you write for a hyper sexual reader x insert char” and then the author’s response is to make EVERYTHING the reader says and does to be super “kinky” and it’s just so obvious the writer has absolutely no concept on what being hyper sexual means and just thinks of it as being super horny or some shit

I might even delete this account depending on how many people still live off of my fics

I do NOT want people i know irl finding this account

Flambae (Chad) X Male reader - Fluff

Reader’s hero name is Cirrus

Gang I slacked with this one💔 I couldn’t really incorporate reader’s powers into the story all too much and the only other people from the Z-team who were actually mentioned consisted of Robert and Sonar (WOOHOO I LOVE YOU SONAR 🎉💥🔥‼️🗣️❤️)

CONTENTS:

Flambae referred to as Chad

Sweetheart Flambae bc I said so

NOT PROOFREAD

You love to take your boyfriend Chad to dates that allowed him to relax. Seeing your typically heated up (literally) boyfriend just melt around you and become a sweetheart was the best reward ever.

After Chad got off of work, you surprised him by taking him to a cafe near SDN.

Chad was relishing in your presence: your overall calm demeanor set him at ease. Despite carrying himself in a way that made him seem like an asshole when one would first meet him, Chad held your hand underneath the table and would even make the kind of eye contact that causes the both of you (mainly you) to get butterflies in your stomachs. This was the side of him only you got to see and it definitely made every moment more precious.

Chad did not expect for Robert Robertson III himself to show up with the whole Z-team. It was definitely a surprise and one that wasn’t pleasant. Hearing an almost cocky “Are we interrupting something” from a couple feet away coming out of the dispatcher’s mouth made Chad tense. You, however, waved towards Robert since you recognized him from working at SDN (and sometimes helping out the Z-team) and since you didn’t care if anyone knew you and Chad were a thing.

Chad felt the exact opposite. He was out of his suit, hair down, in a comfortable sweater (that you bought him), mere inches away from his boyfriend, and not looking or acting like the Flambae that the Z-team was used to seeing. He grit his teeth as he turned to Robert and grunted a, “Yes. Yes, you are interrupting something.”

Sonar, standing next to Robert, commented, “Did not expect Flambae to act like a goody-two-shoes with Cirrus. Pretty out of character if you ask me.” The bat took a sip out of a drink in his hand and then turned around and walked away.

Flames bursted from Chad’s shoulders and he slipped his hand out of yours from instinct so you didn’t get hurt. “Listen bitch,” he said, glaring at Robert, “if you spread the word about me and my- my boyfriend to the rest of the Z-team; Mecha Man will be nothing but molten metal.” He growled. Robert only responded by putting his hands up in mock defense with, “Woah, tone it down a little. No need to go after my suit.” A small smile was on Robert’s face as he spoke.

Chad was on the verge of setting his arms ablaze until you discreetly slid your hand on top of his, whispering for him to calm down and that the worst Robert would do is tease him about this situation. Chad relaxed, running his thumb over your hand with a nod. When you looked away, he did mouth yet another “bitch” towards Robert.

Even though I’m typically against smut ughhh I am definitely insane for this guy so yk some bottom male reader requests would be fine w me gang

Hi chat I’m back (for now… I have stuff to do :()

Ethan Winters x Male reader

Ethan survives RE8

Sun x Moon sorta trope thing (I think) where reader is Ethan’s sun and Ethan is sorta like a gentle moon ig

This so sort of like a part one thing, if anyone wants me to continue this or if anyone has any suggestions please say so

After hitting many rough spots in their relationship after everything that happened in Louisiana and in the Village, Mia and Ethan Winters divorced. Ethan was allowed to see his daughter once every two months, but he was still lonely. Besides Rose, training with the BSAA and interacting with Chris every now and then was his only social life. That was, until, you started training as well. Y/n L/n, a new trainee. You were a couple years younger than Ethan and you seemed to be very optimistic to work with him. Ethan felt a little happier with you around.

Ethan never expected to love anyone again after he and Mia divorced. You were the exception: Your joy brought him joy and you caring for him definitely made him feel more content. Things were going great and Ethan felt his heart explode when you asked if he wanted to join you for coffee. Ethan politely obliged. He encouraged you to talk about yourself on your guys’ coffee date while you encouraged him to do the same. Ethan didn’t think life could get better. The coffee was warm and, damn, so were your eyes when he stared into them (sorry blue-eyed people 😔 uhhh just pretend like “warm” says “freezing” or smth idk blue eyes scare me /j). Despite the caffeine in his system, Ethan felt greatly relaxed while talking to you. He believed that holding you in his arms would strip him of all of his problems.

Ethan was glad that you didn’t mind the fact that he was a divorced father. He liked that you said you’d like to meet Rose someday and he loved that you let him talk about how much he loved his daughter. He also decided he would wait to tell you about his past trauma since he didn’t want to out all of that onto you so quickly.

-established relationship

-not proofread

-corny as hell

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Carlos noticed something was off with you when you suddenly didn’t want to be “so close to him” when cuddling. That’s unlike you. His suspicions were further confirmed when he walked in on you trading your jawline, tears forming in your eyes as you pulled away from you perceived as “feminine.”

One day, Carlos got off work only to not see you greet him. He didn’t even see you on your usual spot on the couch, your laptop open as you worked away. He found you in the bedroom with your oversized hoodie on, laptop on your lap and blanket over your legs. “There’s my big guy!” Carlos greeted as he pushed the door open. You smiled in return, holding eye contact for a split second before going back to work. Carlos frowned. You were doing that thing again where you would try to distract yourself from reality as best as possible.

He sat down next to you on the bed, hand patting your thigh. “Come on, babe, what’s up? Wait, don’t answer that, I’ve got it: your dysphoria is acting up.” You finally looked back up at him and nodded, tears threatening to escape from you. Carlos shut your computer, “You know what? Enough work for now. Now, you get to relax in your boyfriend’s arms as he reminds you about how much of a man you are.” Your body automatically leaned into Carlos when he opened up his arms.

“Again, I’m guessing that you didn’t want cuddles because you thought I’d feel your chest, hm?” He whispered, rubbing your back. “Baby, trust me, I have never cared about your chest. Besides, that isn’t what makes you a man. What makes you a man to me is you saying you are. Besides that, you’re really handsome and I could never see you as anything but a guy.”

With either Arthur or Leon, just varies slightly cuz story diffrence

Arthur, hes robbing a warehouse of robbers who took hostages, and reader is one of them, clearly disheveled from fighting them, but Arthur is smitten with the way readers hair is messy and the slight peek of his stomach and etc etc cute imput here :3 and Arthur rescues him with the most "oh my god this boy is the most stunning thing ive ever seen" moment

With Leon it'd be the same concept, but maybe a kidnapping rescue within a more re environment- id let you pick that out yourself

Hope all is well n happy writing, dont feel pressure to make this fast by any means, it wont mean more if you force it out in a month versus 7, take your time if you like the idea :3

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Leon Kennedy x Male!Hostage!reader

Hiiii ‼️‼️‼️ Writer’s block is hitting me hard recently and I feel really burnt out but I must write🔥‼️

Older Leon btw (like imagine smth happening right b4 RE6) 🤤

Okay so to be completely honest I just don’t see Leon being smitten with someone who he had to rescue for a mission (ex: Ashley) so I imagined reader to be his coworker or smth 🙏

Anyways hi chat ‼️‼️‼️‼️

No, not you- anyone but you. Years and years of working together under the government made Leon grow attached to you and, after losing so many people, losing you would be the death of him. As soon as you went missing after a mission, he practically lost his sanity. He had to straighten himself up for his job, however, and sent out a search party (joining it himself, of course) after you. He went ahead and searched around the area he had seen you last, finding your badge in a remote, desolate little place. “L/n, y/n. Agent of the BSAA.” He read to himself. That last name of yours would be different soon… well, after he finds you. He re-traced his steps, glancing over broken boxes and barrels as he ventured on. You had to be somewhere- he could sense it.

Eight days. Eight days, 2 hours, 7 minutes (/ref) and 6 seconds was the duration of time it took for Leon Kennedy to lay his eyes on you again. Seeing you beaten up aroused something protective in him. Something he hid. He ran up to you, “You alright?” He asked softly, examining your wounds with his gaze as he wrapped an arm around your waist. You nodded, a smile forming on your face as Leon came into focus. He nodded as well, chin resting on your shoulder as he whispered, “Good.”

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He's planning a whole day, gets pretty, hangs out with him all day and at night he gives him a little gift.. says happy birthday n Reader man is like oh. I thought you were gonna say you loved me, hahaha. thank you, Morgan. (Arthur does:3) Now he needs to figure that out too

I low-key love this request holy shit

YES SIR‼️

Arthur Morgan X Male!Reader (fluffy fluff fluff)

Something was bugging Arthur. He couldn’t just put his finger on it… he could’ve sworn that he’s forgetting something; but what is it? Maybe Dutch sent him on a mission and he forgot? He thought so, but he was wrong. It wasn’t until he found himself gazing at you that Sadie elbowed him in the ribs and brought him back to reality to remind him about what was so important: your birthday. How could h forget? You’re the most important man in the world and he forgot about your birthday! Arthur decided to wait until the sun went down to tell you to be a good cowboy and follow him into his tent. You obeyed, face flushing from the mood in the air. The way Arthur seemed to avoid your gaze had you downright convinced he was going to confess his undying love for you but no- the man sighed and said, “Happy birthday. ‘Almost missed it.” And then he looked at your confused face with his own confusion. “You look like I did something wrong.” He chuckled. You shook your head with a small laugh, “No, I just thought you were going to tell me you loved me or something!”

Those words stuck with Arthur. Love you? Maybe he did. Maybe. He was thinking about it for the next couple weeks, trying to figure out his own emotions. Sure, he was softer on you and he does get nervous when you’re around… he also tries to be as close to you as possible… but that doesn’t mean anything. He wasn’t good with relationships anyways so there would be no way in hell he could fit into your league. You’re the definition of the man of his dreams- oh wait. Maybe he should add that to his “list of reasons on why he might love you” box. But, fuck, he can’t help it. He loves to find time out of his day to be with you. “Hey Y/n, let’s go hunting” or “Let’s go fishing, boy.” Were his favorites, especially hunting. He got to look at you as you focused, your eyebrows scrunching up. Adorable to him.

He should pull himself together. All of those times that you held his hand or flirted back (as best as you could with your mind racing, heart pounding, and face red) couldn’t have meant anything, right?

Arthur is not an idiot, however, and decided to confess after a few weeks of pondering over his feelings. He didn’t expect for you to like him back and definitely didn’t expect the kiss you pulled him into.

Is the the Mandela effect

JAISIEJWJW NP‼️‼️‼️

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YAY‼️ TY🎉

i just read some of your fics (binged more like) and i love how you write!! so i was wondering, can i request a/b/o with alpha leon kennedy x ftm omega reader? ignore this ans take the compliment if youre not about that, i dont wanna ask anything youre not comfortable giving

if youre continuing: id like one where reader is oblivious to flirting but trying his best and leon is flirting Hard! with some cute getting together after a long period of pining, maybe reader has one of leons sweaters or jackets and they wear it around him in public one day and leon gets all excited bc now reader smells like him! (hot n bothered excited or fluffy romantic excited you choose!) prompt fill thats scw or nsfw is up to you!

(and maybe if youre down you could make reader have lots of beauty marks and freckles just for my own self indulgence lmao) ((and if youre okay with making it super self indulgent i have a beauty mark under my left eye and on the right hinge of my jaw with lots on my neck)) okay im embarrassing myself ill leave now thank you byeee

I’m back from the dead! Thanks for the compliment and request anon, I’ll start working ‼️

Alpha!Leon Kennedy x Omega!Ftm!Reader (fluff bc I LOVE fluff)

I, too, am self indulgent and chose to have reader borrow Leon’s clothes during his bad heat cycles bc sex makes him (me) uncomfortable

To make up for my own self indulgence, reader does have a lot of birthmarks 🫡

Written with RE2 Leon in mind but if his first day went perfectly well (I’m going to KILL everyone in capcom/j)

Edit: oml im so fucking stupid. I was so tried when writing bc I always write when I have nothing to do (aka at like 1am) so I don’t think my brain properly processed anything 😭 anyways not proofread

You and Leon worked together at the RPD. It was simple: follow orders and help people. At least, you wished it was that simple. Everything would’ve been perfectly fine if you had never developed that dumb crush on your colleague. You’re 99% sure Leon is straight and doesn’t have any feelings for you whatsoever… right? Right. That being said, working with him was causing you to have internal panic attacks. What does it mean when he says that the RPD uniform looks hot on you? Is this some sort of joke or is he being honest? And, for the love of god, why did his hand move over yours at least fifty times per day? Again, is he joking?

Every interaction you ever had with him made you lose two hours of sleep every night. You were just being delusional; you were sure of it. Even if he did like you, he would probably leave as soon as you told him you were trans, just like everyone else. That’s what you thought for the first couple months of work until your heat cycle started. You hate it. Most of your colleagues are alphas and they didn’t understand why you would want to turn down a mating session with your heat being that bad— it’s not like you can just tell them your biggest secret. Leon was the only person who never brought it up. Despite hating when other people brought it up (whether it be your scent or how you’re acting), you wished he said something. Hell, you wished he could just do a little more than hold your hand. Your gaze, at this point, was burning a hole into the back of the poor man’s neck so he turned to face you with his sweet expression, his voice the most relieving thing to your ears as he spoke, “Do you need any help?”

Finally. You could almost jump for joy at this point. A shaky breath escaped you as you nodded and then quickly corrected yourself, “No- no… never mind. I’ll be fine.” Idiot. How could you forget that this perfect being of a man would never even consider liking you? He’s probably asking if you need any help with work.

Leon’s eyebrows knitted together. “Let me…” he moved towards you, “Let me help you, please. I-I’m not offering to mate or anything like that… but just tell me what you need, okay?” Leon said gently. You shook your head, “No, I’m fine, I swear. Besides, if anyone were to help in anyway I’d prefer it to be someone who loved me mutually or something…” you laughed nervously. Your alarm set on your phone went off, signaling that your shift was over for the day. Quickly, you shut it off. Leon grabbed his sweater that was previously draped over his chair and laid it over your shoulder. Before you could say anything, Leon, with his face completely red, gave you a quick kiss on the cheek along with a whisper of, “I do love you” before slipping out of the office.

You were oblivious. That’s what you thought as you laid down in bed, wearing Leon’s sweater. His scent caused you to calm yourself down for only a couple seconds before your mind brought you back to that moment… he loves you. But will he still love you after you tell him you’re trans? Small tears blurred your vision as you buried yourself in his sweater.

To get it over with, you pulled out your phone and shakily pulled up Leon from your contacts. You swiftly sent him a message that told him you’re trans and that you’d understand if he wanted to leave. You didn’t expect to get an immediate response back of him telling you that it didn’t matter to him… he loves you either way. Not even giving you enough time to start endlessly sobbing out of pure happiness, he sent another message asking if you wanted to arrange a date. Why wouldn’t you want to arrange a date?

It was a sweet date at a cafe. You wore Leon’s sweater, not wanting to go without his scent turning your terrible, pounding heat into a quiet hum. His presence soothed you even further. Normally, it would’ve made your brain go haywire but, now that you know he feels the same way, being around him is warm and comfortable. Fuck, and the way he gave you those sweet kisses made you want to melt right into him. He liked to place his kisses on your birthmarks, finding your reaction cute. You both weren’t ready for an actual kiss yet, like two nervous teenagers, so you both stuck with kissing everywhere else but the lips like the cheek, forehead, nose, and hand. Holding his hand felt better. You got to trace over his palm, feeling his callouses.

Tryna get back into the groove of writing.

You and Arthur definitely had something going on between you guys. Every time you brushed together, whether it be on accident or on purpose, you would never move away unless you had something to do. Besides that, Arthur is much more softer with you, turning into an idiot as soon as you’re around. If you’re talking to him, he’s listening to every word like each individual one is the most important thing in the world. If you guys are hunting, suddenly Arthur can barely shoot anything, making you laugh a bit— You know Arthur Morgan is a better shot than that. When fishing together… alone… Arthur is stealing glances from you and sometimes he might even “help you cast a bit better” but, really, it’s just an excuse to be closer to you. He always makes sure to get you flustered with pet names and everything, liking how red you can get.

Now, you and Arthur were in a motel room, just for the night, sharing a bed. Neither of you could sleep, resisting the urge to get just an inch closer together. You especially couldn’t sleep. You knew Arthur reciprocated these feelings, so why couldn’t you start a relationship? It was because you were worried about how he would react if you told him you were trans. He would probably not want to be with you, right? “Y/n,” Arthur whispered, causing to you hum before he continued, “face me, sweet boy.”

Your face was instantly red. You were grateful for the darkness as you turned to meet Arthur’s eyes, not knowing how to respond to his words. All you could stammer out was a small, “y-yes..?” And Arthur chuckled, saying, “that’s all.”