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Can u write sad Lady d angst i want to cry
Here you go 🙏🙏 Also I canT write angst to save my fucking life, sorry. I tried my best tho😢😢
Echoes Of Sacrifice
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Warnings: Gore(?) Character death, murder, depressed Alcina.
As Ethan Winters ascended the winding staircase of Castle Dimitrescu that led to a secluded tower, his heart pounded with a mixture of fear and determination.
He knew that somewhere within these ancient walls lay the key to ending the reign of the vampiric matriarch, The Dagger Of Death's Flowers. And he would stop at nothing to see his mission through to its bitter end.
Unbeknownst to Ethan, you trailed silently behind him, your own heart heavy with a sense of foreboding. Every step brought you closer to a confrontation that could shatter the fragile peace you had fought so hard to maintain. But you couldn't stand idly by and watch as Ethan plunged a dagger into your lady’s heart. Not when you knew the depth of her despair, the agony of her loss.
You pressed on, ascending the steps as the chill of the winter wind swept past you.
Finally, the staircase came to an end, opening into a secluded tower bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. In the center of the room, a large coffin containing a decaying skeleton. Nestled within the skeleton’s arms, lay the dagger—the weapon capable of ending Alcina Dimitrescu's immortal reign.
But before Ethan could make his move, you stepped forward, your voice trembling with resolve. "Ethan, please," you pleaded, your words a desperate plea for reason. "This isn't the way. We can find another way to end this."
But Ethan's eyes burned with determination as he reached for the dagger, his fingers closing around its hilt with a fierce intensity. "I can't let her hurt anyone else," he growled, his voice laced with a steely resolve.
With a surge of adrenaline, you lunged forward, your hands grappling with Ethan's in a desperate struggle for control. The dagger glinted ominously in the moonlight as the two of you fought for possession, each movement a flurry of desperation and determination.
But despite your best efforts, Ethan's strength proved too great, and with a swift motion, he wrenched the dagger free from your grasp. Time seemed to stand still as the blade gleamed in the moonlight, its deadly edge poised to strike.
As Ethan gripped the dagger tightly in his hand, his eyes blazed with determination as. "You're standing in the way, of me and my daughter!" he spat, his voice thick with anger and resolve.
However, you refused to back down, your own voice trembling with emotion as you pleaded with him.
"Ethan, please," you begged once more, the desperation evident in your tone.
Ethan's gaze hardened as he raised the dagger, the moonlight casting eerie shadows across his face. "I can't take any risks," he growled, his grip tightening on the weapon. "Not when my daughter's life is on the line."
"No!" you cried out, your voice a desperate plea as you lunged forward once more, your hands outstretched in a futile attempt to stop him. But it was too late.
With a sickening thud, the dagger found its mark, sinking deep into your chest with a cruel finality. Pain lanced through your body like a thousand fiery needles as you stumbled backwards, your vision swimming with darkness before you sunk to the ground with a loud cry.
Ethan didn't get any time to react as your fiancé stormed into the tower and saw you sitting on the floor, your form going limp, a primal roar of anguish tore from her throat. The man-thing quickly backed off as your lady rushed to your side, she dropped to her knees. She cradled you in her arms, tears welled in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," you managed weakly, your voice cracking with pain.
"No, my dear," Alcina whispered, her voice trembling with sorrow. "I should be the one apologizing. I have failed to protect you, my daughters, everything." Tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving trails of mascara in their wake.
You reached out with trembling fingers, desperate to brush away the tears cascading down your lady's cheeks, her sorrow etched into every line of her face.
"Don't cry, m-m'lady," you whispered, your voice barely a tremulous murmur, weighted with your own heartache.
Your touch was a fleeting caress against her skin, a feeble attempt to soothe the anguish that threatened to consume her. But in that moment, as you gazed into her tear-filled eyes, you knew that your words were not enough to ease the pain that gnawed at her soul.
As she felt your breathing grow faint, panic surged through her.
"No, Y/n!" she cried out, desperation lacing her voice. "Stay with me. We can be together, marry, have children! Please."
Her voice rose, desperation lacing every syllable, as she pleaded with you to hear her final words, her heart breaking with each passing moment as your life slipped away from her grasp.
“I-“
As you attempted to respond to your lady's desperate pleas as best you could, a painful, bloody cough erupted from your lips, and you quickly covered your mouth with your elbow, earning more tears from your lady as she watched helplessly.
You yearned desperately for the chance to live another day, if only to be by her side for a little longer.
"I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry, 'Cina," you murmured, your voice fading away.
Your eyelids grew heavy, but you fought desperately against the urge to succumb to sleep, clinging to consciousness for her sake.
“I-I can’t…” You weakly held her hand.
But despite your best efforts, you could no longer hold on.
"I l-love you," you breathed out one last time, the words barely a whisper as darkness enveloped you.
As you went fully limp in her arms, your lady’s heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her sobs echoing through the tower as she held you close, her grip tightening as if trying to hold onto you forever.
Meanwhile, he stood by, a silent witness to the tragedy he had brought upon you all.
But as her teary eyes shifted to the figure of Ethan Winters, her eyes narrowed with a fierce resolve. She gently set your down before, with a single, fluid motion, she rose to her feet, her elegant form now radiating with a deadly grace.
"You will pay for this," she growled, her voice low and menacing as she advanced towards Ethan. Alcina's rage burned like a wildfire, driving her onwards with a relentless fury.
With a primal snarl, she lunged forward, her nails elongating into razor-sharp claws as she seized Ethan by the throat. Her other gloved hand wrapped around his neck as the scent of blood filled the air. She tightened her grip, her eyes blazing with a feral intensity.
"You thought you could defeat me?" she hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. "You thought you could take everything from me and walk away unscathed?"
Ethan, fueled by desperation and the relentless drive to protect his daughter, fought back with a ferocity born of desperation. With a surge of strength, he desperately tried to stab your fiancé with the dagger.
Yet, as the dagger pierced her flesh, it proved futile. Her skin swiftly regenerated, just as it had before, within mere seconds.
The last Dimitrescu's eyes widened in shock, her expression shifting into a mask of fury, a silent condemnation of the consequences wrought by Ethan's actions.
In that instant, a surge of realization swept through Ethan: the poison on the dagger had rubbed off onto you when he struck you.
Barely giving him time to process the gravity of his actions, with a swift motion, she tore open Ethan's chest, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh with a sickening squelch.
As Ethan's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, he gasped out, "Stop... please..."
She paid no heed to his pleas, her grip unyielding as she ripped his still-beating heart from his chest with a savage snarl. Blood sprayed across the tower, painting the walls in a macabre tapestry of crimson as Ethan's lifeless form crumpled to the ground.
With a triumphant light in her eyes, Alcina held Ethan's heart aloft, her eyes ablaze with a fierce satisfaction. "No one," she declared, her voice echoing through the chamber like a thunderclap, "no one will ever take my beloved from me again."
And as the echoes of her words faded into the silence, she turned her gaze to you, her heart heavy with sorrow.
He had already taken you, he had taken your life.
For though you were gone, your memory would live on within her, a beacon of light in a world consumed by darkness. Your lady could only sit beside your lifeless body, her heart breaking as she clung to your side, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh, my sweet girl, why did you do this?" she whispered, her voice choked with sorrow and disbelief.
The days that followed were a bleak procession of solitude and sorrow for your fiancé. The once-grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu echoed with emptiness, each footstep a haunting reminder of the absence that weighed heavily on her heart.
Alcina retreated into the depths of her chambers, the shadows embracing her like old friends as she mourned the loss of you and her beloved daughters. The air grew heavy with the weight of her grief, each breath a struggle against the suffocating darkness that threatened to consume her as the maids watched their mistress slowly lose herself.
The grandeur of her surroundings felt hollow and meaningless, a cruel mockery of the life that had once thrived within these walls. The portraits of her daughters gazed down at her with empty eyes, their faces frozen in eternal beauty—a painful reminder of all that had been lost.
But it was the silence that was the most unbearable—the absence of your laughter, your voice, your presence. Each moment stretched out into eternity, each heartbeat a relentless march towards an uncertain future without you by her side.
In the depths of her despair, the dragoness found herself grappling with emotions she had long buried beneath a facade of strength and stoicism. She questioned her worth as a mother, as a ruler, as a woman burdened with the weight of centuries of loneliness and longing.
With each passing day, she vowed to honor your memory, to carry you with her always.
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aethelwyneleigh27 · 8 months
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Resident Evil Village characters with a chubby fem s/o
Dating Headcanons (+ Some bonus drabbles for a few)
Including Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Salvatore Moreau and Mother Miranda
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(Reader is somewhat coquette? Princesscore? Just the dainty feminine type)
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A/n: Hi lovelies, Lia here. I'm back after a long time. I hope you enjoy this post and I'll be setting up my schedule soon, I'll be posting once or twice every 1-2 week/s. If you can't tell, purple has always been my theme. I'll add more to these and edit it if I think of more to add. Any mistakes will be corrected upon checking.
This is just me but I love the concept of like a girl who is so sweet and her style just looks so fem and she's just surrounded by all the creepy things that are resident evil.
I'll be checking and if this post does well I will write more.
Warnings/Disclaimers: English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Blood, gore?, violence, typical resident evil stuff and mentions of insecurity. Slight suggestive content if you squint.
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Alcina Dimitrescu
First of all despite your plush stature, she still treats you like a porcelain doll.
She just adores you so much (I mean she herself is tall and plus size).
Motherly nature and all, she has three daughters and honestly if she ever sees you interact with them. It would just warm her cadou infested heart.
Insecure about stretch marks? She'll kiss that shit away right then and there. She'll even show you hers because let's be honest here stretch marks are beautiful, you just don't like them on yourself.
Anyone insults or talks shit about you? She'll get rid of them, in any way possible depending on what they said. She'll pick a suitable punishment for them, ranges from "you're fired" to "I'm going to skin you alive and tear your heart out".
Alcina is a confident and dominant figure, she isn't swayed by something so small as beauty standards. Especially in herself, therefore I think she'd even help you build your confidence up.
Gifts galore with this woman, she love to spoil you with her riches. Loves to see you adorned with luxurious items that she give you.
Love dressing up with you, seeing you all dolled up for her. Has custom made clothes for you, sometimes opts for an outfit that matches or contrasts yours perfectly.
Knows what compliments your features best since she loves to bring them out.
Her hosting soirees and balls with you as her special guest, having you wear elegant dresses that she bought for you.
I see her as this almost touchy type. She'll love having you curl up on her lap while she gets paperwork done.
Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:
You called Alcina's attention wanting to see her reaction to the new dress you bought, Alcina's eyes lit up at your elegance and charm. She smiled warmly, taking your hand in hers. "You look enchanting, my darling," she purred, proud to have you by her side.
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Karl Heisenberg
Stinky metal dilf here actually loves that you're so soft in contrast to his gruff and abrasive nature.
He hasn't had physical affection in a long time so having someone soft and warm to hold is new to him.
Karl is naturally protective over you, especially because he thinks you're fragile. I mean compared to whatever's in the village, the rest of the lords and Mother Miranda.
I bet you this man has tore down someone for you, he chopped them off limb by limb for insulting you.
I can't get enough of the dynamic you'd have. It's like the grumpy x sunshine trope, this man has a sharp tongue. Especially when you hear him insult Lady Dimitrescu.
This man has a soft spot for you, I'm pretty sure you're the only one who can make him take a bath after being all sweaty from working with machinery all day.
I feel like he has scars all of his body, especially his very toned back.
Doesn't mind you leaving scratches when you're in the bedroom
Alcina sometimes tries to piss him off by commenting at the fact that you are soft and dainty while Karl is just the opposite and offers you an opportunity to be with "Someone refined" (She ain't wrong).
It really is just to get to Karl's nerves.
His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:
Karl smirked, trying to play it cool, but you could see the admiration in his eyes. "Not bad, princess," he teased, pulling you into a hug. He whispered softly, "You're somethin' special, ya know?"
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Donna Beneviento
You know Donna understands what it's like being insecure about looks but to her you're just perfect in every single way.
Donna just doesn't give a shit in a good way, she doesn't judge people based on their appearance. It's dumb and shallow.
Donna would absolutely adore making clothes for you or altering your current ones. It's a skill she's proud of and seeing you appreciate it makes her all the more in love with you.
Angie has made a few comments resulting in her getting kicked off into space but once Donna warms her about that and how you don't like it, she'll stop in respect towards you. Which is rare considering how Angie is.
Donna's personal style definitely helps contrast yours, though it's the opposite from your soft light colors.
Thinks you're so pretty, she's smitten. Even though yours are different from you, she still makes use of her skills to fit your clothing tastes.
I can just imagine her staring at you in awe as you spin around and show her how the dress she made fits you. I like to think she has your measurements memorized from head to toe.
She take one look at something and already know how it would fit on you or if she needs to alter.
You once asked her to make a doll that looks like the both of you (and Angie but like a smaller version that fits the doll's arms).
Donna entered your shared bedroom to find you but noticed something on the shelves. It was the dolls she made sitting against the book. She noticed how you positioned them. Holding hand while the tiny Angie replica was on the doll version of her's lap. Donna swore at that moment she was gonna melt.
Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:
Donna's expression softened as she saw you in the vintage lace dress. She held your hand, wordlessly conveying her affection and admiration.
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Salvatore Moreau
God so help him, he was flabbergasted when he first heard about your insecurity. Literally why? Like you are just the most beautiful thing that walked the planet in his eyes.
He just worships the ground you walk on, he isn't as wealthy as the other lords but still, he give you his best efforts by carving you small trinkets out of wood.
Gifts you natural things he finds like crystals and whatnot.
Best of efforts when he comforts you. Sometimes he's too scared to physically touch you because he thinks he'll hurt you.
You're relationship is filled mostly by nature, despite the wasteland that surrounds your living area. It's hauntingly beautiful in it's own way. (Some of it I suppose)
Feels more at ease around you, think about how much he wanted to just make Mother Miranda proud of him, he's that with you but 10x more the effort.
His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:
Salvatore couldn't contain his delight at seeing you in the dress. "You're my beautiful water nymph princess!" he exclaimed, spinning you around with excitement.
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Mother Miranda
You peeked her interest when she first saw you, I mean you're her complete opposite. She finds beauty in dark items and almost gothic stuff, so her taking an interest to you just made her even more curious.
She works a lot so gifts and trinkets to remind you of her are an occasional thing. I can just imagine you taming crows and she's just in awe.
Loyalty of crows means they leave you shiny trinkets and sometimes Miranda takes them for herself when she likes whatever they bring.
Again she's one to think you're fragile because of your style, you just look so cute and soft.
Nobody dares insult you, I mean if you really won the heart of Mother Miranda they are fucked if they even speak a little out of line.
Likes to keep you by her side despite working a lot. So you'd often be by her side during her meetings with the four lords and honestly you are such an eye candy.
Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:
Mother Miranda's composure remained regal, but her eyes showed approval. "You look exquisite" she acknowledged, holding your hand with reverence. To her, you were a jewel among mortals, deserving of admiration.
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leorawright · 1 year
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Please please please consider the four Lords from RE8 with a S/O who loves to sit on their lap and wrap their arms around their neck (they may or may not sneak a smooch or two when they are in such position <3)
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Lords with s/o who likes to sit on their lap
Alcina Dimitrescu
You'd probably need to warn her before sitting down
But she'd happily let you sit on her lap anytime
Especially during family meetings because she'll just hold you while she's arguing with Heisenberg, and you can be her restraint
But she does enjoy the cuddles and the attention
Donna Beneviento
She's a little flustered about it, and please don't do it at a family meeting or in public she'd die of embarrassment
But at her mansion she'd happily let you sit on her lap
She often leans her head on your shoulder and accepts any and all affection you give her
Be warned, Angie will try to crawl onto your lap as well because she wants affection, too
Salvatore Moreau
He might die of embarrassment wether you two are in public or private
It'll take some trust for him to let you sit on his lap, but after a couple of months of being together Sal will be comfortable enough
It'll definitely be when you two are watching movies together
If you kiss him while sitting on his lap his face os burning with a blush but he'd never stop you from giving him kisses
Karl Heisenberg
Sitting on his lap is the best way to distract him from working
If you're feeling lonely and want some love just sit on his lap
He might get all smug about it, but he'll pepper your face with kisses
He's incredibly touch starved so you know he's not making you get up anytime soon
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i-cant-sing · 2 years
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What if teen reader was blind? Like her eyes are just crystal clear, BUT she’s blind. And shitty father Ethan probably doesn’t notice or refuses to acknowledge that his daughter is LITERALLY stumbling, tripping, bumping into shit and at one point, falls into the lake and he’s like “qUiT sCrEWinG AroUnD wE hAvE tO FiNd rOsE”
Now with uncle Chris, he probably has some kind of leash around her wrist for him to either gently pull her along, hold her hand, or she just stays behind with uncle Leon while he talks about his days as a cop to her to keep her mind occupied from her shitty father and Rose
You know what? You're so right. Because Ethan would 100% tell reader off for "fucking around" and Mia keeps telling him that this is just your way "seeking their attention" so poor reader is just getting gaslight her whole life.
When she comes to the village, and Ethan abandons her to look for Rose, reader is just so very scared as she stumbles with -100 vision, all while sniffling and trying not to break down. Since she heavily relies on her hearing, sometimes reader will just run straight into a tree if she hears something. Fortunately, she has Handsome now to save her.
Chris is just punching air as he looks at you through his binoculars, telling his team to keep their eyes on you as he decides to go and fetch you himself because at this rate, you're gonna be dinner for those monsters.
I can also imagine the Lords looking at reader with sympathy as she aimlessly swings a tree trunk around to fend monsters off. Heisenberg probably just grumbles under his breath before grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and telling you to "calm down. I'll help you find your sister." before dragging you towards his factory to give you some food and a bed to sleep (and maybe his jacket, poor thing has just been one shiver from hypothermia)
I can also see Lady Dimitrescu just taking one look at you and going "this. This is my child now." Before picking you up from your armpits and carrying you to her castle, softly hushing you as you try to break free.
In general, I think they would all treat you like a frail kitten they found abandoned in the rain rather than an actual human being. And as much as you deny it, you do enjoy the warmth and care they give you.
I don't think Chris would put a leash on you. Maybe a tracker or just holds your hand as he guides you through the woods, but not a leash. That's more of Ethan's thing, especially when he becomes a yandere for you and realises you weren't actually faking any of it.
Now he's got those kiddy backpack leashes you for you, plus Mia put a tracker INSIDE your body surgically (yes, you were not willing so she knocked you out). Now they know where you are 24/7.
Be happy they don't make you wear bell around the house. (They just might in the not so distant future)
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sleepingdeath-light · 11 months
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first time with alcina hcs ; 18+
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requested by ; anonymous (11/05/23)
fandom(s) ; resident evil
fandom masterlist(s) ; here
character(s) ; lady alcina dimitrescu
outline ; “Hi! If you're up for writing some RE8 could I please get hcs for afab!reader's first time with Alcina? No rush ^^ I confirm that I'm over 18.”
warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, oral sex, implied size kink, thigh riding, toy use, blood kink & blood drinking, age gap, distinct power imbalance, overstimulation
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alcina is incredibly intense in everything she does — especially when it comes to your relationship because she’s so dearly protective over you as her fragile human spouse
she encourages you to take things at a pace you’re comfortable with, never pushing or pressuring you to do anything and shushing you if you ever even suggest that she might feel rejected by your timings — she never wants you to be in a position with her that you don’t want to be in
the most sexual thing the two of you do before you’re ready to have sex is her routine of draining you — drinking from your throat and taking her time to make an evening of it
sandwiching her drinking between shows of affection and words of adoration in romanian and english — and keeping a keen eye on your expressions and breathing to make sure she doesn’t take too much
and that’s as far as it goes for a while
until you approach her and state that you’re ready — and after a thorough discussion and affirmation of boundaries, you get around to making love for the first time
makes a point to ensure that you’re as comfortable as possible: setting up safe words and safe actions in advance, only using the most expensive and comfortable pillows and blankets, touching you gently and praising you throughout and keeping an eye on your expressions and movements to check for any signs of discomfort
spends up to an hour just prepping you and working you up to the main event by using her stature and size to her adventure
positioning you to sit above her face whilst she works you to climax with her skilful, dextrous tongue — assuring you that she’s more than able to support your weight stop you (you’ve seen her smash through walls, your body is hardly a challenge)
working you open and stretching your pussy with her long, flexible fingers — working you open with one and then two and even three
guiding you as you ride her strong, thick thigh — large hands on your hips and painted lips on your throat as she leads you to climax
by the time she’s positioning you atop her lap, ready to take the strap-on she’d bought for you, you’re basically fucked-out with your pussy and thighs absolutely covered in cum
several orgasms deep and ready for more of whatever it is she can provide whilst begging as best you can
she’s so much older than you and thus has much more experience — enough to be able to tell at a glance what you’re thinking, and how to adapt her style of love making to best suit you based on your reactions
you’ll end up covered in lipstick marks from your throat to your thighs — along with plenty of love bites
she had plenty of energy, being a mutant and all, but she’s also happy to tap out once you and your body have reached your limits — at which point she’ll help you off of the toy and prepare you a hot bath
she’ll compliment and praise and sooth you as she diligently cleans your body herself before wrapping you in a fluffy towel and settling you back in bed — calling on servants to bring you some fresh food and drink as you recover
and once you’re back to your senses, she’ll insist on the two of you talking through what happened and making sure that you’re okay and not in too much pain
she might be a bit of a sadist, but she doesn’t want to hurt her lover without reason
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saturnstfu · 3 months
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“mphm- not enough!” | a. dimistrecu
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cw: cunnilingus (a! receiving), scissoring, pwp, face sitting (a! receiving), dom! alcina, sub! reader
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"you look gorgeous when you're underneath me like this" alcina purred, grinding on your face, practically suffocating you, not like you cared anyway.
you gave her cunt frail kisses, eliciting small whimpers and moans from her. you began lightly circling your tongue around her clitoris, teasing the bundle of nerves, getting her wet.
soon enough your face was drenched in her cunts' arousal so you finally pushed two of your inexperienced fingers past her entrance.
"yeah, j-just like that" she gasped
seeing how good your actions made alcina feel you continued, pointing your tongue and massaging her clit with it.
your lithe fingers started plunging in her pussy faster and curling to hit her g-spot. her beautiful melodic moans had your head feeling foggy, intoxicated, pussy drunk even.
"don't stop"
with your fingers targeting her g-spot, she reached her high with your soft touch.
"fuck, i love you, i love you so much" she rasped, squirting all over your face, you wasted to no time lapping it up and licking her cunt clean. the stimulation and rough aftershocks elected small whimpers and whines from her.
"fuck, i'm cumming!"
when she finally calmed down from her high, getting off of your face and getting in front of you, smirking at your slick-covered chin, getting her even wetter.
"you did so well, making me squirt all over you like that"
"thank you, ma'am."
she pushed you further on the bed and spread your legs, she then got back on the bed, spread her legs still in front of you but brought her cunt closer to yours, making them touch.
"I'm gonna start now, 'k?"
she began humping her cunt against yours, arousals mixing. both your clits bumped into each other making you let out a semi-loud moan.
she went faster, creating more friction between you both. the stimulation got stronger, and so did her thrusts. it felt good, but you weren't satisfied.
"no, mommy, 's not enough!"
your pretty whines encouraged her even more, her eyes filled with lust as she rubbed her cunt with yours unrelentlessly, wet noises echoing throughout your shared bedroom.
"ngh- alcina, i'm getting close!"
when your clits bumped for a final time your orgasm came crashing down on you. she had your poor cunt throbbing and your glistening tears began streaming down your face.
she continued to fuck you through your orgasm so she could reach her high until you pawed at her to stop, which she did,
you wouldn't be walking for at least a week.
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sinmalssimp · 4 months
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Plant lovers | Donna Beneviento RL fic
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description: Donna feels sad on her favorite, and only, employees day off, but to her suprise her favorite employee comes and visits her.
warnings: fem! reader, simp! Donna, a bit of angst at the start, confessing, two very gay plant lesbians, Cassandra is a flirt, jealous donna, kisses and cuddles
words: 846
(resident lover-game by @resident-lover)
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Donna let out a breath as she sat behind the counter in her flower shop, her head dropped, today was her favorite, and only, employees day off, who she has grew fond of over the past few months they have been working together.
She couldn't help but long for her employees company, she has grown dependent on the other woman, who was always there for her and knew secrets that were always kept from Angie.
Donna sometimes regrets opening her heart to her only friend, she didn't know if her friend feels the same, she really wishes to know but shes terrified of rejection.
She sighed as she heard the bell of the shops door ring, as she looked up her eyes widened with joy, blush forming on her face as she smiles.
As [Name] came through the door, Donna immediately greeted her, she excitedly walked over to her, giving her a small hug.
As she pulled away [Name] could see her friends blushing face, her eyes full of joy.
"You seem happy to see me." [Name] said teasingly, a smile appearing on her face, she was happy to see Donna, who she loves dearly, especially cause Cassandra kept asking her out all day off.
"Why are you here? Its your day off isnt it?" Donna asked as you both go behind the counter to the back, you two have the habit of making tea for each other the moment the other walks into the shop.
"What you dont want me here?" the other woman asked, raising her eyebrow at the other girl, who was making tea. The black haired girl whimpered before turning around and throwing one of her tea bags at the girl, who laughed.
"Of course not! You know how much I love your company." Donna said before turning back to the water, which was boiling by now. She took the water and poured it into two cups, putting tea bags in it.
She smiled as she brought the tea to the other girl, who thanked her. They sat in comfortable silence, drinking their tea until they heard the bell ring and a very familiar voice comming in. Leaving their cups they came back to the front of the shop only to see Cassandra looking at flowers.
"Whose heart did you break this time?" [Name] asked causing Donna to chuckle, she was one of the few people able to make the florist laugh.
"Some one night stand got mad at me for ditching, you know the drill." Cassandra said waving her hand, she is a well know womaniser with many crazy exs. Cassandra grinned mischievously, her gaze shifting between Donna and [Name] who were working on a bouquet.
"I couldn't resist checking in on my favorite florist and her lovely boss. Anything exciting happening today?" she asked, looking at [Name] with a big, flirty grin.
Donnas hands clenched her skirt, she doesn't like the fact her own niece was flirting with her crush. Before she could say anything you quickly replied.
"No I wouldn't go out with you, Cassandra, not now and not ever." [Name] said, handing the brown haired girl her bouquet. Cassandra chuckled before walking out of the shop, bidding the two goodbye.
Donna still felt jealous, but a bit revealed to know you wouldn't fall for Cassandras tricks. Donna fliched slightly at the touch of your hand on top of hers, noticing the slight worry in your eyes.
"Donna, are you okay? I noticed you got mad when Cassandra asked me out." you asked, worry in your voice. Donna wanted to tell you, but she was scared you wouldn't return her feelings.
"Donna?" shw called out to her, it was now or never, if she doesn't confess now she might lose her to another. Donna sighed before she gently rested her hands on her shoulders, pulling her into a kiss.
[Name]s eyes widened, blush appearing on her face before she too melted into the kiss, her arms wrapped around the black haired girls waist, pulling her in more.
After a while they pulled away, breathing heavily from the lack of air, heavy blush forming on their faces. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
"I love you, dolcezza, I have for a while." Donna mumbled, taking your face into her hands, a bright smile on her face.
[Name] smiled before quickly picking up Donna, spinning her around which cause a cute yelp out of her. [Name] laughed as she stopped spinning her, kissing the other womans forehead.
"I love you too, tesoro mio." [Name] said, which suprised Donna cause of the Italian nickname. Being the only one that really knows Italian, and with Angie being a bit uninterested in it, she was happy that you know it too.
"You know Italian?!" Donna asked excitedly, her eyes bright as ever with a gorgeous smile. [Name] chuckled, kissing her forehead.
"I learned it for you." from those words alone Donna kissed her, smiling into the kiss [Name] held her close, this was the best day ever.
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Ancraophobia - Caregiver Alcina Dimitrescu ft. Cassandra, Daniela and Bela [ONESHOT]
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Ancraophobia - The fear of wind.
Plot: The castle being high up in the mountains has its perks...and its downsides.
I have ancraophobia and have never seen it represented! So it's my time to shine. ヾ(•ω•`)o
CW: Somewhat detailed sounds of wind, vague mentions of bugs, a spider, gutting and 2 curse words [the F word, near the end.]
MC calls Alcina "mother" and is in a somewhat older headspace. MC is referred to as a "sister" and a "daughter". There are no pronouns mentioned, so MC can be whatever you wish.
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Living up here was certainly a privilege; a bedroom full of the things that you enjoy, a loving mother and sisters, and a castle to explore. Those are only a few of the things that make you happy while living here. Being in the mountains had its benefits as well; constant snow that you get to play in, nobody bothers you or your family...
A winter wonderland, if not for the little...problem you've been having.
It was early December, and blizzards had been swarming the castle more than usual. Not completely bizarre, but...you hated the wind.
As silly as that had sounded, the wind sounded...horrible up here.
And terribly strong, as well.
Your room had a window in it, as well as a fireplace, and sometimes the howls of the wind outside completely outshined the crackling of the fire that ate at the wood within the fireplace.
It did not help whatsoever that there were trees outside, and the wind would collaborate with them to create a haunting melody.
You knew it was a stupid fear. Of all things to be afraid of. But you couldn't help it. And you knew that if you talked to someone about it, you'd likely be laughed at. But not by your family, right?
...Scratch that, your sisters would laugh, probably. Cassandra and Daniela, mostly. Bela would most likely be the most understanding, but even then, she'd find it amusing.
Your mother was the last person who'd laugh, she took your fears very seriously! But fearing wind as opposed to all of the creatures that resided here was silly. Even YOU could admit that. So you kept it to yourself. Even though it affected your sleep...and she had questioned you before in the day, obviously worried, but you wouldn't tell her, to her dismay.
Whatever. It was currently 7, an hour after dinner, and you've got another hour until you have to go to bed. Albeit you planned on staying away from the bedroom...you dread having to rest tonight.
Moments earlier, as you ate dinner with your family, you could hear the howls of the wind over your sister's bickering and your mother scolding them for said bickering.
It sounded...angry tonight.
Walking through the halls of the castle, you stayed away from every window. Keeping to the core of the castle, you looked at every painting, at every detailing on the wall...you were so enamoured, you didn't hear the familiar buzzing of someone.
"Hey."
The voice of Cassandra made you jump a bit, but you turned to face her with a nervous smile. "Hi."
"What are you doing here, hmmm?" She tilted her head, a predatory smile upon her lips, albeit she had no intentions of harming you, "You're always in the main hall..."
"...Wanted to take a walk." You shrugged your shoulders, but she only huffed out a laugh. Her sickle was held behind her back, and you think she may have smelled out a potential "man thing" to hunt.
She never brings her sickle with her, unless she can use it.
"I can read my sisters like books, you know."
As wholesome as it felt, being referred to as her sister, you feared the mockery.
Her eyes scanned you with a knowing gaze, "You're frightened. I can smell it on you."
You just gulped, fearing the jokes and the laughter, but she only tilted her head once more, obviously curious. "What could you be afraid of? You're in a manor surrounded by your family, who are also vampiric psychopaths. Surely fear is the last thing you should be feeling here!"
She laughs before she leans closer to you, and you can smell the bloody leftovers upon her breath from dinner. "Unless...you fear me?"
She pouted, her eyelashes fluttering, "You're the last person I'd want to scare, sister. I mean that."
You shook your head, lips pursed. "No. You don't scare me."
Which was a lie. She DOES occasionally scare you. Both she and Daniela are not at all silent when toying with a man thing...sometimes you'll hear screams, and Alcina will rush to cover your ears.
"Oh?" She questioned, humming. "Then what is it?"
"...Promise not to laugh?" You asked, your voice fizzling out, and she just nods. With a goofy grin, she crosses over her chest with a finger, "Cross my heart and hope to die."
You just nod and inhale a breath, "Wind."
That's all you could manage to say at that moment. It makes Cassandra raise her brow, her eye twitching.
"...Pardon? Did I hear you correctly?"
You nod once more. "The wind...scares me."
She just stifles a laugh. "Okay?"
The lack of mockery or laughter confuses you. She mocks her other sisters for their idiotic tendencies...why isn't she mocking you?
"But isn't that...silly?"
Cassandra just hums, the predatory smile on her face has returned. "Hmmm...no. Not really. Wind can be...annoying." Her eye twitches once more, and you realize she's referring to when cold wind sometimes finds its way into the castle [after a maid opens a window, of course] and they're forced to shrill for Alcina.
The smile fades into something...softer, which is rare. "Is there a specific reason why you dislike wind?"
Bela was often the one to get all "deep" with you, trying to understand you, and trying to help you understand things. She always helped you get to the bottom of why you felt certain emotions sometimes.
Seeing Cassandra trying to do the same is funny. You know she'd only do this with you, as she'd eat everyone else.
"Well...umm..." you begin, and looking down you realize your fingers found each other and have begun to twiddle and twirl, "I don't like the noise."
"The...noise?"
"Mhm."
Cassandra takes a moment to think. "...Ah." She stands up straight, nodding her head in thought. "The noise. I think I get where you're coming from."
Looking away for a moment, she just grins and looks back at you, her pupils shrinking and growing, "Why don't you come back to the main hall? There's no...noise, there. Besides..."
She leans a bit closer, giggling, "If Mother saw us near her room without her, she'd throw a fit!"
That wasn't...completely true. You were trusted near your mother's room. It was Cassandra and Daniela that were not allowed. Mere months ago Angie had mocked the girls and their gothic attire, and both Daniela and Cassandra thought it best to use Alcina's lipstick to coat the doll in custom-made red wax.
Donna had to clean a very red - literally and figuratively - doll, and Alcina had to not only order a new tube, but ground both girls and banish them from her quarters until further notice.
So, as she giggled, Cassandra took your hand into hers and rushed you away, before the giantess appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
Your mother was tall and wore heels the size of your arm, but even she could be silent if she wanted to be.
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Bedtime had a routine that you did every night. Read or play, have a bath, get dressed in bedtime attire, brush your teeth, be read to sleep, then shut your eyes and rest.
Simple.
Only tonight, it did not go the way you're used to.
Alcina rushed into the main hall, noting that it was a mere 30 minutes after your routine should have taken place, and she smiled at you apologetically, "Good evening, dear. May you please begin your routine without me? I have some...unfinished business that I must resolve before I put you to bed."
"Okay, mother."
The door she entered through was opened, and through the doorway, you could hear arguing and bickering coming from your sisters, and a muffled grunt as you picked up your stuffed animals.
A man thing was captured, you think. And they wanted to decide how to kill him.
"String him up and bleed him!"
"Absolutely not, Bela! We torture him!"
"Are you serious, Cassandra?! Look at him! He's near death! If he's tortured now, he'll die, and he'll become stale!"
"I am more than serious, Daniela! Torture makes them taste sweeter!"
Alcina's face was free of any emotion, however her eye twitched. In that moment, she had felt relieved that ONE of her children wasn't so...argumentative. Forcing another smile onto her face, she hums, "Thank you, dear. I'll be up there in a moment."
She blew a kiss to you, then left and shut the doors behind her. As you climbed the stairs, you heard her silence them.
And just as you hit the top step, you heard Cassandra say a "Bela started it", and a yelp that no doubt was caused by Bela slapping Cassandra in the back of the head.
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There it was again.
That dreaded noise.
It can be compared to the screams of agony that sometimes come from the village below. Like the trees have mouths of their own, screaming and yelling in agony as ice slams against them during a blizzard.
The branches often hit the glass of the window, and it makes you feel like there's someone there, trying to sneak in.
The "adult" part of you knows there is no one actually there. You're on the second floor of the castle, no one can climb, and there are constant Moroaică who roam the grounds and feed on intruders.
And yet the younger part of you can't help but fear it.
The fireplace wasn't lit just yet, as the castle was warm enough as it is, so you had to hear the horrid screams come through the branches.
You stood near your open wardrobe, hair wet and skin moist with nighttime attire held in your hands, and you couldn't find it in you to move. The noises became worse, somehow.
And the tapping upon your window was there once more.
You could barely see outside as it was nighttime, and white specks of snow and ice flew past. For some reason, not being able to see what's making the noise made you feel worse.
As soon as you heard your mother's voice outside of your bedroom, apologizing for being late, you rushed to shove the attire on.
After you were dressed, her large form fit through the doorway, and she shut the door behind her.
As soon as she saw you, she smiled, pleased that you were able to do your routine without her. As much as she loved assisting you, her daughters were being difficult today.
When were they not difficult, however?
That's what she loved about them, to be honest. If motherhood was easy, you weren't doing it right.
"Hello, darling. Apologies for being late..."
"It's okay."
You were far too sweet. She didn't deserve you.
She hummed, sitting down on your bed. It was gigantic, looking much like her own, but the bedding was of your favourite colours, and her bed, unfortunately, lacked the mountain of stuffed animals that sat near the pillows at the head of the bed.
"Teeth brushed?"
"Mhm."
"Hair washed?"
"Yes, mother."
"And I can see that you're dressed...wonderful, my dear." She pat beside her on the bed, looking at you with an unknown expression. "Sit, please. We must discuss something."
You begin wondering what she'd like to talk about, only to think she must mean your...problem.
Cassandra likely snitched. Secrets were not a thing in this house...anything can be said, as they believed secrets can affect you in ways you wouldn't like.
Albeit that didn't mean EVERYTHING should be said...Bela boasting about gutting a Lycan for fun this morning was not something you needed to hear, and Alcina had agreed after making Bela clean up after it.
You sat down next to her, and Alcina was quick to wrap an arm around you, placing you onto her giant lap.
Motherly as they come.
"Now, my dear..." she begins, patting at your side in a calming gesture, "I always know when my daughters are...not well. You know this, correct?"
It was true; she knew when either of you was not feeling good, physically or mentally.
"A mother always knows." she once joked after you questioned her about it.
"Unfortunately, it seems my instincts have not been...as effective, as of late. I had to question one of my daughters as to why my youngest wasn't doing so good!"
You swallowed, shrinking underneath her intense gaze. "You...saw?"
"Of course my dear," she frowned, "just this morning you looked like you were going to nod off into your porridge..."
She sighed, shaking her head at the thought. She loved wiping your face after every meal, it was wholesome, and she loved how feral you could get when served your favourite meal, but she didn't want to have to clean the porridge out of your eyes and nose...you'd be sneezing fruit for hours.
"Please...tell me," she leaned her head close to your own, so she could speak quietly, "why didn't you tell mother? Hmmm?"
She wouldn't laugh. She wouldn't. Just by looking at her, it seemed laughter was not a possibility.
"It is very important that I am informed of my baby's sleep being disturbed..." She trailed off, beginning to rock the two of you. It was...nice. Calming.
"Thought it was silly..." You muttered, unsure and anxious about what she'd say.
"It is not silly, my dear," she was quick to reassure, "your sisters had 'silly' fears when they were younger, you know."
"Really?"
"Of course!" She giggled, "Bela was scared of her own shadow, Daniela had a fear of goats...and Cassandra, oh, my dear Cassandra..." she shook her head, giggles forming in her large chest, and she had to wipe a tear from her eye before she continued, "she was petrified of bugs! Bugs, of all things. I remember the first time she saw a spider..."
She snorted, and looked down at you once more before smiling, and petting at your wet hair. "My point is...everyone has fears, and none of them are stupid, dearest. Your sisters outgrew theirs, and you may outgrow yours! If not, then we will do our best to assist you when you are feeling frightened, okay?"
What she's saying is reassuring. And you may find Cassandra's fear of bugs to be funny, but bugs are such a common fear. So are goats, and shadows.
And you brought that up.
"Oh, my dear..." she gave you a look of compassion, "they may be common fears, but that doesn't make them any more valid."
You said nothing, thinking about what she's saying, and she continues, "The wind can be a very scary thing. It's destructive! The number of times the flying Moroaică have smacked into the towers and we needed repairs..." she grumbled, but the frown of annoyance on her face wasn't there for long, as it was replaced with a genuine smile.
"When it combines with the trees...it sounds like singing, doesn't it?"
Huh. Now that she mentions it...it does. And "screaming" is a type of singing. Opera. You remember when your mother mentioned opera, how much she loved it...
"The trees are singing a special melody. Just for you, my dear." She nods, her smile still remaining. "Though they aren't as good as singers as me..."
You only giggle and shake your head.
"That's right. Your mother has the best voice." She hugs you tighter, pressing her lips against your forehead in a kiss. "Now...are you able to sleep okay?"
With a nod she grins, and reaches the head of the bed to peel back the several layers of covers, duvets and sheets. You never froze in this castle.
"I think it's time for bed. If the wind ever disturbs your sleep again, you may sleep in my bed, okay?"
That was an offer you couldn't refuse.
As soon as you were coated in several layers of blankets, she pulled a book from behind her back. It was an old book, the cover consisting of old leather, but she smiled at you as she opened the front page.
"Children's tales. Romanian. I thought you'd like them..."
You loved it when she spoke in the Romanian tongue. It was soothing, and her voice made it all the better.
Sleep was inevitable, now that she was here.
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After your eyes had shut, and another kiss was laid upon your face, Alcina had blown out the candles lighting up your room and left you to rest. Almost like the weather had feared her wrath, the wind had died down. Maybe it had felt insulted, after she said her voice was better.
"Mother's a liar," a familiar voice said from the corner of your room. It was quiet, as to not disturb you. "She does not have the best voice. I do."
"Oh, shut it, Cassandra." Bela had scolded.
"Yeah Cassandra," Daniela smirked, looking at her sister as though the dark didn't exist, "We've heard your singing. Right after you've seen a spider..."
"Oh, shut UP! That was one time!"
"Sure...oh, is that a spider I see in the corner?"
'WHERE?!" Cassandra was quick to fly away from the nearest corner, and she fell onto Bela, which made her fall to the ground. Thankfully, you didn't even stir...
"DAUGHTERS!" The three girls heard a stern voice in the hall, and Daniela only sighed, "Well....we're fucked."
"Not as fucked as Cassandra when that spider lands on her..oh, look! Here it comes."
"SHUTUPOHMYGODMOVEOVER!"
What a wonderful night indeed. For you, anyway.
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Y/N: Donna… I’m bleeding…
Donna: Oh no no no… what’s your blood type?!
Y/N: B positive…
Donna, going into hysterics: I’m trying to but you’re bleeding!-
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KARL HEISENBERG GENERAL HEADCANNONS
A/N - Finally got enough energy to actually finish something! I keep writing then disliking it and starting over again. I’ll eventually be posting more Heisenberg content along with Astarion or Gale. 👀 Enjoy!!
Warnings: None!
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- He cant sleep with a blanket on, like it literally would make him sweat to no end.
- You both would wake up to a pool of sweat if he did.
- Even if it’s cold outside, he stays warm. He’s like your own personal heater.
- So because of that he usually winds up being your blanket instead of using the actual one.
- Whether he is laying on you or you’re curled up in his arms. He is always whats keeping you warm.
- I also think he would like it whenever you sit in his lap.
- It makes him feel loved, plus he likes holding you.
- Speaking of which, he would totally carry you around the factory if you were too tired to walk.
- It’s time to go to bed? Say you’re too tired to go upstairs and boom he’s already carrying you.
- It’s no problem to him at all, i mean he carries a big ass hammer around he can carry you too.
- If you ever say something about being too heavy he’d reassure you that you aren’t.
- Though i don’t think he’d be amazing at reassuring, or words in general.
- He could show you he loves you through actions any day. But words? Probably not as much.
- He just doesn’t know how to, he barely knows how to love someone more or less tell them how much he does.
- If you really needed it though, he would try his hardest to tell you.
- I also believe he would bring little trinkets to you, maybe something he made or something he found lying around.
- He would brush it off as nothing but always stare and make sure you liked it.
- “If you don’t like it then too bad”
- This man would be the most stubborn person to deal with honestly.
- If you tried to tear him away from work to sleep or rest, he would either leave then go back after 5 minutes.
- Or he would just say no and ignore your persistence.
- All in all he is trying to be the best person he can be for you, he just needs time to do so.
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finn-writes-stuff · 1 year
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Loved those spoiling headcanons! Can we have a Reader who isn't bothered by the blood on their face and bodies, and the girls get happy knowing someone doesn't mind their true nature? Then they slowly fall for the Reader and when they get together they kiss the girls while they have the blood on their lips and faces, which only makes the Daughters fall more?
You can choose to either make it Polyamorous or Monogamous, it's up to you :3 you're awesome! < 3
Bloody
It's hard to fall for a vampire without loving the blood on their lips.
Dimitrescu Sisters x Reader
Fandom: Resident Evil 8
Format: Headcanons
Gender Neutral Reader
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This is for everyone that goes feral over clips and art of the girls covered in blood. I see you.
Bela
Everything about her appearance and presentation is carefully considered. The only time blood is left on her face is when she's in the midst of attacking someone, or she wants to make a point of what she is capable of.
Otherwise, she is meticulous about cleaning it off her face. Dried flaking blood is simply uncomfortable.
She expects you to be uncomfortable at least, if not afraid of the sight she makes covered in blood. It throws her off when you aren't.
When you tell her that it doesn't make her any less beautiful, it stuns her speechless for a solid minute. Vampires don't blush easily, but you've had the pleasure of seeing it.
Pulling her in for a kiss before she has the chance to clean it off usually has her fangs catching on your own lips, as if still hungry for more.
Cassandra
Cassandra thrives on being a dangerous creature, so she is never quick to wipe the blood away after an attack. It's a physical reminder that she is a predator in this world.
It is wild to her that you are just fine with it. It doesn't scare you? Unnerve you? Make you uncomfortable?
She will actually lean into trying to frighten you, just to make sure she hasn't lost her touch.
It catches her attention in a way that she just can't shake. And with her eyes on you so often, how could she not fall for you?
The deep, hidden parts of her that draw a line between woman and monster, melt under your affection. Blood and fangs or not, you don't look at her any differently.
Daniela
Dani's chaos leads to a lot more blood than either of her sister's activities. She is caught up in her excitement and hunger, reveling in the mess.
It's not that she doesn't make an effort to keep clean, it's that she's easily distracted and enjoys the way it stains her lips.
When you don't balk at the sight of it, she jumps on the new information. You are new and interesting!
She will make fun of you for 'being into it' but she definitely thinks that's just a joke at first. If you admit to being attracted to it when she's all bloody, she will never let go of that.
Dani will cover you in blood and not apologize. You're willing to kiss her when she's bloody? There's blood all over your own face now because she's covering you in kisses.
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leorawright · 1 year
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Lord reaction on their S/O telling them "You are beautiful and I won't take "no" as an answer"?
Aww of course!
Lords with s/o who tells them they're beautiful
Alcina Dimitrescu
She knows she's beautiful so she never planned on saying she wasn't
But hearing the words coming from you made her smile incredibly softly
She just set one hand on your shoulder and said "Thank you darling"
That night when she's looking out her window she remembers your words and can't help but smile
Donna Beneviento
You told her that after she took off her veil for the first time
You two had been dating for two years and Donna finally felt comfortable enough to take it off
And hearing you call her beautiful made her blush really hard
But she couldn't help but smile at your words
After that day, she began taking her veil off a lot and being able to see her smile was wonderful
Salvatore Moreau
The second the word 'beautiful' left your mouth he was trying to deny it
In his mind he was anything but beautiful! A grotesque monster who didn't deserve your kindness
But you immediately said that you wouldn't let him say he was anything but beautiful
He got really shy after that because knowing you believed he was beautiful made his heart swell with happiness
Karl Heisenberg
Karl froze the second you called him beautiful
He'd been called handsome, strong, and many other praising words but beautiful? only you
He was in too much shock to deny your words so he simply dipped his head as acknowledgment and continued working
But he was only hiding his blush and his wide smile from you
Call him beautiful more he'll because seeing his shy smile is so worth it
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i-cant-sing · 1 year
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Everyone asking about the Royal Gay au meanwhile I'm just gremlining in the corner waiting for anything related to Re8:TRP bc I don wanna ask about it and potentially annoy you
Hmm, okay I've got a particular scenario in my mind:
Okay, imagine post re8, when Ethan forgot about saving reader, died, then came back to life with realisation that he forgot about you, so he "saves" you but you're too pissed at him (rightfully) and tell him that as soon you get out of the village, you're moving out because you can't be around him and Mia since Rose will always be a priority for them and you can't risk losing more of your sanity and self respect.
To which Ethan says "Oh... request denied😃" and then proceeds to kidnap you and take you home, where Mia has started to realise how important you are to the smooth functioning of this dysfunctional family and agrees with Ethan about keeping you locked up in your room.
They both think that you're just acting this way because you're "a little jealous" of the attention they've been giving to Rose. And you're being "totally unreasonable" because Rose is a baby, she needs them more than you do.
It never even occurs to them that you hate them because of all the abuse they've subjected you to all these years.
They don't understand why you're being so rebellious right now? Throwing away the food they cook for you, refusing to eat anything, screaming at them to let you go, trying to break the chains around your feet.
When will this "phase" of yours end?
Mia thinks it'd be rather better if they gave you silent treatment and ignored you and your basic human needs- yeah, that'll teach you to not bite the hand that feeds you.
Ethan on the other hand, doesn't agree with that (mostly because he's incapable of ignoring you now that he's become a yandere). He thinks you just need to remember all the good times. So he goes to the store to look through some very old boxes to find your old journals. He remembers seeing you writing in them as a kid, and if memory serves him right, you still used to write in them.
Pulling out the dusty old box with your name on it, he picked out a journal and began flipping through them.
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Hours later, Mia entered the house, only to find Ethan in the store room, absolutely bawling his eyes out.
"Ethan? Hun? What's wrong? Is Rose okay?" Mia asked, immeadiately crouching down to hold him.
Ethan just hugged hia wife, crying into her shoulder. "S-she hates us, Mia."
"What?"
"She hates us! Y/n hates us!" Ethan cried out, pointing at all the journals. Picking one up, Mia began reading them.
I hate mom. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her-
The words continued for several pages, before moving onto Ethan.
Dad- I never thought I'd hate him, but I hate him even more than mom. How could he- how could he ignore my croes for help? Am I that unimportant to them? Or just unlovable?
I hate dad, I hate him so much.
I wish he was dead. Wish they were both dead.
Mia's mouth fell open, completely in disbelief that you would say something like that. And more than one time. In fact, several of your notebooks were just filled with words of hatred for your parents.
Ethan went out for a walk, telling Mia he just cant be around all of this right now, asking her to get rid of all the journals for him. Mia just nods, her mind somewhere else.
-
While Ethan is taking a walk in the park, wondering how to change your mind about him and Mia, his wife has decided to take a different strategy to make you regret those words.
Currently, your head is being held under water as Mia flushed the toilet bowl once again.
You gasped for her air as she yanked your head up again. "You un-fucking-grateful brat! How fucking dare you wish death upon your own parents?! I'm gonna make you wish you were dead-!" She screamed as she pushed your head back in the water.
"MIA!" Ethan yelled, pulling his wife off you, as you came up, coughing up the water that got in your lungs. "What the fuck?!"
-
You're wrapped up in a towel, sitting in your room, a chain still around your foot, as you hear Ethan and Mia arguing downstairs.
Arguing over their "parental strategies" for you.
Arguing over you.
You smiled a little. You never imagined they'd ever take the time to argue or even talk about you.
And all it took was your sanity.
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I just know this how they be arguing:
Mia: What the hell, Ethan?! You said you wanted to try the "good cop. Bad cop."thing!
Ethan:
Mia:
Ethan:
Mia:
Ethan: YEAH! "GOOD COP- BAD COP" NOT "GOOD COP-HOMICIDAL COP" MIA!
Mia, voice breaking because no.1 manipulator: wow, I can't believe you're saying I'm the "bad cop". Is that what you think of me?
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sleepingdeath-light · 10 months
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alcina dimitrescu + segmented smut alphabet ; 18+
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minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
requested by ; anonymous (19/05/23)
character ; lady alcina dimitrescu from resident evil: village
masterlist ; here
letters ; j / o / v
J — Jack Off
how often do they masturbate? how?
Although she doesn’t really masturbate often, on the rare occasion that she does Alcina tends to make an event of it. She’ll light her favourite scented candles, grab a glass of her favourite blood wine and take some time to really play with herself. Starting off by playing with her breasts — either through her clothes or by rubbing soap on them if she’s bathing — and slowly working her way down to her pussy. From there she’ll tease herself, slowly circling her clit and just barely dipping her fingertips into her entrance — just enjoying the feeling of being touched — until she runs out of patience and just starts to finger herself. Crooking and scissoring and thrusting those delightfully long digits inside of her cunt until she reaches her climax, rewarding herself for a job well done with another fresh glass of wine.
O — Oral Sex
do they prefer to give or receive? how good are they?
Alcina is equally fond of giving and receiving oral as both perfectly feed into her preference to be the dominant partner. She’s also extremely skilled at using her mouth and hands with you, but will only offer oral as a reward for good behaviour.
When receiving, she prefers to be sat down with you knelt between her legs — which means that this sort of act will usually only happen in one of her lounge rooms (where there are seats big enough to accommodate her and a plush carpet/rug to stop you from hurting your knees too badly). She’ll have one hand on the back of your neck to help guide your movements and the other grasping at the stem of a full wine glass — fully embracing the luxury of being pleasured. Her instructions are clear and easy to follow if you’re paying attention, and compliance is freely met with praise as well as soft gasps and sighs of contentment. And if you do a particularly good job and lick her clean afterwards, then she’ll be more than happy to reward you with whatever it is you want.
If you have a penis, then she prefers to have you sat on the bed with her kneeling between your legs. It’s not uncomfortable and she has no qualms with being in a traditionally ‘submissive’ pose because you both know that she’s the one in charge — and, besides, it’s just the easiest way for her to go down on you given the substantial size difference between you two. She tends to make use of both her mouth and her hands as she enjoys taking her time to tease you (usually verbally) and to mark your thighs and stomach, which wouldn’t be possible without that freedom to switch out. Her teasing also extends to how she goes down on you as she tends to be slow and deliberate with her movements: hollowing her cheeks and humming around your length when she’s taken you to the hilt, licking a stripe from the base of your dick along the underside to your tip, just barely sucking on the head and so on. Consistently testing the waters to see what will get the best reactions out of you and repeating them in a rhythm that has your head spinning and your cock throbbing. And, as it’s not much of a challenge for her to deepthroat you, she’ll take you to the hilt when you climax and swallow your cum without effort — preferring not to make a mess (and, also, quite enjoying the way you taste). Depending on her mood she may overstimulate you a bit, but if she’s also a bit horny she’ll leave you with just the one orgasm before transitioning over to sex so she can sate her own desires/urges.
If you have a vagina, then she’ll insist on you sitting on her face so that she can control the pace as she eats you out. She encourages you to grind onto her face and will alternate between rubbing circles on your hips and reaching up to play with your chest whilst she devoured you. Alcina will alternate between sucking and licking your clit and thrusting her tongue into your gushing hole, her pace slow but unrelenting — patient in her mission to drive you to climax yet not quite teasing you. She loves the sounds you make when she goes down on you and will do what she can to make you as vocal as possible, including occasionally turning her head to one side to nip at your thighs if they’re particularly sensitive. And when you finally cum, she’ll drink up everything you have to offer, prolonging your orgasm until you’re trembling and sobbing and about to collapse onto her — and even then being reluctant to stop because you sound and taste so amazing to her.
V — Vocal
how loud are they?
She isn’t especially loud unless she’s trying to put on a show for you — volume is something that tends to attract attention and she doesn’t want her daughters to know what she’s up to. That being said, she is extremely talkative and will happily praise, commentate or degrade you as you have sex (depending on your preference). Beyond that, however, the most you’ll get out of her are groans and gasps and moans — all of which she excels at keeping quiet.
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gurlbesimpin · 8 months
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ppl stop writing for Heisenberg... how about our magnetto man with a punk/alternative SO??
OUHHHH yessssss!
pairing: Karl Heisenberg x GN!reader
{{note: I generally write REVillage fics Post-canon/alternate universe, assuming Ethan and rose, Mia etc. never existed sry XD}}
Warnings: swearing, brief mention of gore, very mild sexual themes
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Ohoho where do I begin?
Karl when he first spots you is... intrigued to say the least.
You weren't like the others, you dressed differently, acted differently, and most importantly... you weren't like the other villagers, blindly following and worshipping Miranda!
Now, Karl being Karl... he thought about pulling his usual BS about "I'm a metal lord, fear me!" but quickly decided against it; not wanting to scare you off or anything. Especially since you didn't seem local, therefore not knowing who the fuck he is.
{and pshhh don't tell anyone i told you this, but despite his huge ego... he might not actually want you to know who he really is at first. So he'll try his best to act "normal" and as human as possible}
After he finally approached you and engaged in a regular conversation, he quickly finds himself craving more.
Long story short, he seeks you out in the village again the next day, inviting you over to his factory because... he didn't really have a house. Anyway, he wouldn't show you what he actually does in there... you two will be in his office on the first floor, he ain't taking you down into the actual factory until he is sure you won't freak out.
This "friend meeting" (totally not a date ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °) goes smoothly surprisingly. He'll ask you about your tattoos and/or piercings, scars etc. {if you have any}.
After a long-ass conversation about all kinds of shit, he'll just ask the question we've all been waiting for.
"So buttercup, you... eh... one of those emos?"
Time for the explanation between emo, goth, punk, rock. Two minutes into this, Karl stops listening... he got his answer.
You listen to heavy music.
And so does he.
Start talking about Metallica, Slipknot, I prevail, Rob Zombie, ACDC, black sabbath, Iron Maiden, Avenged Sevenfold, hell.... even SOME my chemical romance and Seether- and i promise, you'll get his attention piqued!
Especially if we're talking german bands such as "Rammstein" or "Die Toten Hosen" and he'll just... scream internally?
Like first of all... there's someone who also hates mother miranda besides him, they are funny, hot AND love german bands?!
SIGN HIM TF UP!
Needless to say, you two started a relationship quickly.
Despite needing to make his huge ass metal army, he takes a day off to make a bigass stereo...
{and then later that day Lady Dimitrescu complains about the loud ass music coming from his factory that even SHE and her three girls can hear from her castle. lol. Heisenberg tells her to shut the fuck up}
His huge goal is obviously to kill miranda... and then after escaping this shit village together with you. When the day comes, you two will celebrate with flipping off Lady supersized bitch and rolling off to a concert
{which likely isn't a good idea... imagine Karl wanting the microphone from the singer or something. You be chillin and there's just... a floating microphone... you be like... "Karl? what are YOU DOING?!" meanwhile Karl just has a shit eating grin as the crowd screams}
But let's not jump to far into the future...
Right now, you two are stuck under Miranda's disgusting-ass thumb.
Dark times man. It's shit, but whenever you waddle into his office whilst he's working... just y'know... get your phone out and play one of his favorite songs!
This man will {depending on his mood} shoo you away, or most-likely drop what he's doing and just... *grab* you and start juming around the room like monkies in a moshpit.
Once the song finishes, his hand will move from cupping your cheek, to cupping CHEEKS. Just him seeing you rock out to his favorite songs... is enough for Karl to get all hot 'n bothered. So expect some bending over the Work-bench and nice grindin' whilst 'Closer' by nine inch nails plays ;)
EXTRA:
if you like steampunk
this
man
will
just...
Scramble to collect little gears and screws... making little earrings, rings, necklaces etc.
also
stud bracelets.
OH
and if you like wearing chokers
be careful
that awakens a beast within him
"oh ho ho buttercup! What do we have here? Want me to attach a leash and make you *my pet*?
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