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smartycvnt · 4 months

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I Only Have Eyes for You

Title: I Only Have Eyes for You

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: A seed of doubt takes root in Alcina's trust in her wife.

Word Count: 1228

Warnings: none

"You look beautiful, milady. Is there an occasion?" Ash glanced at the maid touching up her hair in the mirror.

"Oh no, but as the newest lady of the house, I figure that it's important to keep up appearances," Ash explained. The maid let it go with a small nod. The whispers among the house staff were different. A couple of the women had gone out with Ash to the village before, and they knew all about the butcher's daughter.

It had the potential to be a cataclysmic scandal. Alcina would ravage the village if she found out about the woman openly flirting with her wife in the village. And the fact that Ash hadn't said anything to Alcina wasn't a good look on her. The maids had never fully trusted Ash. It seemed suspicious that the woman would willingly run into the arms of someone who had been a cautionary tale for years.

"Alcina, honey, I'm running out to the village to grab a few things," Ash announced to her wife. Alcina looked away from her easel to take in Ash's appearance. Alcina had never seen a more beautiful woman come through the doors of her castle. The courage that Ash had shown to challenge Alcina had been what won the larger woman over. Not many villagers would have stood up to the woman like that, but Ash didn't seem to fear Mother Miranda, much less Alcina.

"I thought you just went the other day. I really do wish that you'd stay in, but it isn't my place to stop you," Alcina said. Ash walked over to her and pressed a kiss to Alcina's cheek.

"Don't worry, I'll be back in no time," Ash promised. Alcina let Ash go and waited patiently for her wife to return. Alcina made great strides with her painting and managed to clean herself up before Ash got back.

"Lady Dimitrescu, I do not know if it is my place to say this, but I fear that Miss Ash is not completely faithful." Alcina's immediately reaction was to lash out, but she held herself back to allow the maid to continue. Her staff was smart enough to know what would happen to them if they spent their time spreading lies and mistrust within the walls of the castle. Every single one of them was expendable, and Alcina was more than willing to remind them of the fact.

"What proof do you have?" Alcina asked coldly. She didn't want to believe that Ash, her loving and doting wife, would ever do something like cheat on her. Just because Ash had a fearlessness about her did not mean that she was a complete and utter fool.

"There is a young woman, Ramona, in the village. She is the butcher's daughter, and she appears to be very friendly with Miss Ash. A few of us, who have gone into the village with Miss Ash, have noticed that they seem to be interested in each other," the maid said.

"Go send for my wife's return. I will take this up with her, it is not any of the staff's business. Go! Now!" Alcina ordered. She was utterly distraught. The balance of her marriage and happiness hung in the balance of the word of a common maid. A girl who Alcina had plucked from her home, never to return.

It could be a ploy, something to allow for a revolt among the girls in the house. Alcina tried not to think that way. She had been good to the majority of her staff. They had all that they needed within the castle walls and took turns going out to the village on Ash's somewhat frequent trips.

Alcina's mind was moving at a million miles an hour to keep her from the thoughts of Ash and that girl in the village. Ash rarely spoke of her own upbringing in the village. Alcina didn't know anything about potential friends or suitors that Ash used to associate herself with. All Alcina knew was what Ash's family had been wiped out with a plague whenever she was young. The community had rallied behind keeping Ash safe and away from Dimitrescu Castle. They had all seen too many of their own shipped off to live there, only to hear rumors of their deaths just weeks later.

Any one of those girls could have been a friend of Ash's. Alcina clammed up at the thought of their relationship being an elaborate ruse to take her down from the inside. Mother Miranda had warned Alcina to be mindful of the company that she kept, and for so long, Alcina had been alone because of it. The first person Alcina opened up to and let inside betraying her like this seemed fitting, even if Alcina was genuinely having trouble with the thought of Ash being so diabolical. Ash would have already made a move against Alcina if that was what she had been planning. They had been together for nearly five years now.

"Alcina, honey, has something happened? Magda said that it was urgent." Ash sounded out of breath and panicked. Alcina hated that no matter what Ash's answer was, asking the question she felt that she had to would jeopardize their relationship. Either Ash would own up to her infidelity or Alcina would be the bad guy for trusting in Ash.

"Who is Ramona?" Alcina asked. That was a simple starting point, a place where they could go without an immediate fight.

"Ramona, oh, she's the butcher's daughter. We used to play together when we were young," Ash answered. Alcina didn't sense any spike in her heartbeat, so she took that as the truth. "She's been dying to catch up with me, but I know that you value your privacy."

"So your village trips are to see her?" Alcina asked. Ash could sense the little spike in her anger. Alcina was not nearly as subtle as she liked to think of herself. Ash could tell that Alcina was jealous, but Ash wanted Alcina to admit it. Nothing would ever happen with anybody else in a million years, but Ash needed Alcina to realize that fact as well.

"Partially. We do need things sometimes, but it's nice for the maids to get some time out as well. I figured that this would work for everybody. You don't think I'm spending too much time away, do you?" Ash asked. Alcina started to feel guilty as Ash's intentions came to light. That wasn't something that Alcina had ever thought about before Ash. The woman was making Alcina feel human again, which was both a good and bad thing.

"N-no, it's fine. I was just- nevermind, it doesn't matter. Just make sure that this Ramona knows that you're mine," Alcina said.

"Of course, anything to avert a massacre." Ash leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Alcina's lips. Alcina's hands came up to cradle Ash's cheeks as she deepened the kiss. "I love you, and only you. I've got nothing else if I don't have you, Alcina."

"I love you too, and that is all that matters," Alcina said. She pulled Ash into her lap and held her close until her insecurities began to fade away into nothingness. Alcina should have known that there was nothing to worry about, but it was still nice to hear it.

#my writing #one shot #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil x reader #resident evil #resident evil village x reader #resident evil village

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illusioninfnty · 6 months

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day 26 ; sensory deprivation

↠ chris redfield x reader

fandom: resident evil word count: 1.1k warnings: nsfw 18+, sub!chris, bondage, blindfold, ball gag, nipple play (all m receiving), explicit talk of consent, unprotected sex, blowjob, probably ooc!chris sorry

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

You raise an eyebrow as you look down at your boyfriend.

“And you’re sure you’re okay with this.”

Chris leans back on the bed, motioning his hand towards himself. “Hell yeah. Give me what you got.”

You pull out all the items you had on you. You were hesitant to bring up your kinks with Chris, fearing he'd be freaked out.

But he was much more receptive when you hesitantly brought up the idea of tying him up. His eyes widened and he swallowed hard, and a blush dusted his cheeks as he nodded at the suggestion.

You begin to strip, removing your shirt, bra and bottoms as you push Chris onto his back. You tug his pants down, tonguing at his growing erection in his boxers. He groans, throwing his head back.

Among the items you had with you, you pull out the silk blindfold. Crawling on top of Chris, you stretch it out, tying the piece of fabric over his eyes.

“What—?!” He calls out. He reaches his hand up to touch the blindfold and huffs. “I didn’t realize this was part of it.”

“Hush,” you reply, rolling your eyes. “It enhances the experience. Trust me.”

He eyes you for a moment before nodding, and you get back to work. You take the rope you have, creating intricate knots that you researched online and practiced countless times.

Chris raises an eyebrow at your supposed expertise. “You haven’t been practicing with someone else, right?” His voice is teasing, but you can tell that there’s a hint of uncertainty behind it.

“Don’t worry,” you reassure him, “the only experience I have is with the internet.”

He snorts as you finish the last of your knots and sit up to take a good look at your handicraft.

Chris is splayed out below you, his arms tied behind his back. The red ropes strain around his pecs, making them bulge out of the pockets you created with your knots. He’s fully restrained, unable to move himself from out of the position he’s in.

“So?” Chris wiggles around a bit, showing himself off. “How do I look?”

You pat his cheek and kiss it, running your fingers through his hair. “You look great baby.” You then rummage through your things, pulling out the final missing piece. “Just need one more thing to make you perfect.”

“Um. I don’t like that tone.”

“Relax you big baby.”

You finally pull out what you’re looking for. “It’s a ball gag,” you inform him.

You can see him gulp harshly. His body trembles, but the way his cock bounces through his boxers has you thinking it may not be in fear.

“You just kick my leg if you want me to stop, okay babe?”

Chris gives a firm nod. “Got it.”

You cup his cheeks and squeeze to open his mouth, which he complies with easily. You place the ball gag in his mouth and fasten it behind his head.

Your hand comes up to palm his now fully hard cock, finally pulling them down leaving him bare. His erection springs out, and you can hear him hiss behind the ball gag at the change in temperature, dribbles of spit escaping the corners of his lips.

Fingering yourself a bit, you climb on top of him, positioning yourself right over his dick. You give it a few long strokes, squeezing the base as you do. You thumb over the beads of precum that leak from the tip and rub it along his length.

His dick is thick in your hand, and you make sure to lube yourself up a generous amount before even attempting to stick it in you. You guide his cock to align it with your entrance, and slowly sink down onto him.

A loud moan escapes your lips as his cock bullies its way into your pussy. Even with the extra lube you used, the intrusion still stings. “Fuck,” you moan out, and Chris groans in response.

His muscles flex desperately against the ropes as you begin to bounce on him. His cock hits the deepest parts of you, and you can’t help but cry out at the pleasure.

Chris pushes his hips up against you as you fuck yourself on top of him. He plants his feet firmly on the bed as he tries to find some sort of stability. He’s being louder than he’s ever been in bed before with you, despite the extra obstacle of the ball gag.

You run your hands across his chiseled abs and he shivers under your touch, whole body trembling furiously. They make their way to his chest, nipples hard from both arousal and the cold air. You grab the extra skin that bulges from the taut rope, kneading it and ghosting your thumbs over his nipples. A strangled gasp leaves his lips through the ball gag, and you can’t help but clench tighter around him as you watch him unravel beneath him.

His cock throbs inside of you as you rock on top of him. You lean over and press your face into his neck, trailing kisses all the way from his jaw to his collarbone. You suck hickies into his skin, rolling the flesh around your teeth and pulling at it as Chris involuntarily rocks into you.

He ruts his hips up desperately, his whines restricted by the ball gag in his mouth.

“Feels good?” you murmur into his neck teasingly.

A long, low moan is what you get in response as he nods and thrusts up, giving you your clear answer.

You lift yourself up, only leaving the head of his cock inside of you. Chris whines at the loss of the heat, bucking his hips up blindly in an attempt to chase you. You jack off the base that’s not inside you, squeezing it harshly as he whines behind his gag.

When his cock throbs uncontrollably, nearing his orgasm, you completely leave his cock and shift down to take it in your mouth, inhaling it all the way to the base. The sounds that leave Chris’s lips are louder than ever, and you suck him harder as you feel the rush of his warm cum enter your mouth.

Swallowing it all, you finally remove his gag and blindfold. Drool spills out of his mouth and his eyes are all teary.

“Was it okay?” you ask him, wiping at that wetness all around his face. “Do you seriously need to ask me that?” Chris rolls his eyes playfully. “Now untie me so I can cuddle you, woman.”

You laugh and comply happily, gasping when he rolls on top of you and peppers kisses all over your face.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #chris redfield x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil village x reader #chris redfield smut #resident evil smut

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shogvnate · 10 months

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DOLCEZZA, donna beneviento x f! reader.

donna beneviento (& angie) comforting you, oneshot.

contains; donna beneviento

warnings; comfort, fluff, implied abandonment issues but why she's comforting you in the first place can be read as vague.

━━ 🪡 ´ˎ˗

"dolcezza? my love, what's wrong?" donna frantically reached out for your hand, she held it carefully, rubbing circles on the back of it like a prized pottery.

she rose up so that the two of you were now face to face, placing her thumb underneath your eye to wipe your tear stains. "have you been crying while i was gone? dolcezza, can you tell me what's wrong?"

"donna, i—"

you let out a choked sob, tightening your grip on her cold hand. that was something unique about her, how her hands were always so cold and yet they never failed to give you comfort anytime and anywhere. you always told her the two of you were a match made in heaven, because you always offer your hand warming services to her (for free!) and she doesn't ever complain about it, in fact, she loves all your silly little ideas.

you entwined your fingers with her long ones, breathing in and out softly as you tried to steady your nerves.

"slowly dolcezza, breathe slowly," she encouraged, looking at you as if asking for silent permission and only hugging you when you gave her an approving nod.

you took a few deep breaths, clinging onto her like tomorrow is the apocalypse. at last you can feel a surge of tranquility kickstarting in your gut, no doubt being influenced by donna's own cadou, but you didn't mind. you needed that extra help.

"sì, just like that, breathe slowly. everything will be alright. if it's not, then i'll help you make it alright."

"donna…"

"that's it… you did absolutely amazing, dolcezza," she cooed softly, her husky voice scratching your ears like a recording of your favorite song. "i'm so… so proud of you, mia dolce ragazza. you're so brave, the bravest girl i know."

"thank you, donna," you murmured, your chest heaving much more slowly as you buried yourself onto the crook of her shoulder. she smelt floral, a mix of jasmine and petrichor. the smell of home.

she let you, placing her hand on the back of your neck, "anything for you, dolcezza."

as you drifted into a dreamless sleep, donna raised her head at the sound of the front door being pushed open, revealing a jolly angie who carried a bouquet of wildflowers. she had sent angie to fetch some for you but completely forgot about it when she saw you curled on the floor next to the staircase.

if only angie could roll her eyes, because she one hundred percent would. donna noticed that and slumped slightly, fully aware of what she'll say next.

"get a room you lovebirds!" she huffed, shoving the bouquet to donna's unsuspecting free hand and crossing her tiny wooden arms while tapping her feet.

"i got those flowers for free! you don't even pay me, dons, and what do i get in return? a free coupon for being the third wheeler?"

"angie…" donna warned, shaking her head vehemently. "... keep quiet."

"oh!" she gasped, mockingly placing her hand on top of her wooden chest. "i'm hurt. you've hurt me, dons. you did. this is why i prefer her more than you."

donna stared at her, sitting so still in place that an ant's movement would be more noticeable than the slight up and down on her chest. she relented in the end, letting out a heavy sigh.

"the two of you can play later, angie. but she needs her rest," donna explained, glancing at you as her gaze softened. "she needs it more than anything right now."

"fiiinnnneeeee…" angie groaned.

"and thank you for bringing me the flowers," donna smiled. "she'll appreciate it when she wakes up."

"aww shucks," angie giggled, leaning slightly to whisper despite no one else being around. "please tell her that it's mostly from me."

she mustered out a light chuckle of her own, giving her a nod. angie let out a cheer before bouncing up and out of the room, leaving only her and you behind. she gazed upon the assortment of monochromatic flowers fondly before leaving it on top of the table. she'll just place it in a vase later.

"hear that, dolcezza? with angie and me, you'll never feel alone again," she placed a hand on your cheek as she laid you down on the couch,

"we'll always be here for you."

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#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #donna benevento x reader #donna beneviento resident evil 8 #resident evil village x reader #resident evil 8 #x reader #x y/n #x you #donna beneviento x you #donna beneviento oneshot #angie #angie beneviento

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donnas-dollface · 1 year

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*after flirting with Alcina by mistake*

Cassandra: Quit running and get the fuck back over here you stupid little-!

Y/N, literally sprinting away: Let me run away from the consequences of my actions PLEASE-!

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rosestarlightkatarina · 1 year

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Mother Miranda: If you sneeze and I tell you “Bless you”, the only one thing you should say is “Thank you”. I don’t need all these “Who the fuck are you?!”, “What the heck are you doing in my house?!”, “Why is my window broken?”, “I’m calling the police”. I don’t have much time.

#incorrect resident evil village quotes #re8 incorrect quotes #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re8 #mother miranda #resident evil village x reader #mother miranda x reader #mother miranda x y/n

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unstabledreamparty · 11 months

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Resident evil: Village characters with a S/O with powers like Rose

Gifs not mine!

Lady Dimitrescu

Once she finds out you have those type of powers she is thrilled!

But, wait until she finds out that you, her darling S/O, is the ‘perfect’ vessel for Eva.

She also learns that Mother Miranda is looking for you.

Time to go on lock down. Im not kidding. She will lock you in her room when Mother Miranda visits, and you can’t go anywhere outside.

She was always a little clingy, but now? You are always near her. You are never leaving her side.

Her daughters are guard dogs when the mistress of the house is gone. No one is allowed near you except for the Dimitrescu daughters, not even the maids can be near you.

If you beg to go outside, she will put up a huge fight. Good luck, your never going outside again.

Donna & Angie

Donna found your powers out when you and Angie were playing. One of the dolls jumped up and scared you and you put your hands up and shrieked, causing your powers to activate and push away the doll.

Angie looked at you and squealed “[Name]! H-how did you do that? That was so cool! Do it again, please!”

You started crying, scared that Donna was mad at you for doing what you did.

Donna ran over to you and hugged you, promising you that she could never get mad at you. And that what you did was an accident, and you didn’t mean it.

But, Donna is scared, she knows that Mother Miranda is looking for someone with a similar power. And her fears were confirmed a week later.

She was at a ‘family meeting’ when Mother Miranda showed a picture of her S/O on the screen, claiming that you were the perfect vessel for Eva.

Angie and Donna nearly had a heart attack. “What?!” Angie says while looking at Donna scared, “what happens if Mother Miranda finds her?! We have to lock her in her room! Or in the basement where our friends can keep her safe!” Angie was freaking out and wanted to go home immediately but they had to wait.

Once the meeting was over the two raced to the house, scared that Mother Miranda has already found you. Even though Mother Miranda didn’t know you were Donna’s S/O, they still were scared.

Once they get there they ushered you into Donna’s room and quickly locked the door, saying they will give you an explanation later.

A week later they let you out of the bedroom (don’t worry, you got fed and you got to use the bathroom, with Donna or Angie watching you) once your out of the bedroom, you notice how heavily guarded the house is and asked Donna.

She told you everything and almost broke down, just like Lady Dimitrescu, you are not allowed to leave the house, never

And when you and Donna go to bed, Angie is now beside you and Donna holds you a lot more tighter then what she used to.

Good luck getting out of her grasp!

Moreau

Honestly, I didn’t want to write him 😭 I’m sorry! 😭

He would cry, he would actually cry when he finds out the Mother Miranda is looking for you.

When Miranda comes to visit, he literally shoves you in a closet and locks you in there until she leaves.

You are always by his side

Your never leaving his side, he is too scared. And he would cry if he lost you.

He is so scared, he is always holding your hand and demanding cuddles to help him feel better.

Karl H.

He is FREAKING OUT

“Oh. Hell. No” he would be damned if he let that feathery fuck take you away from him.

All he wants to do is keep you safe, he doesn’t want to lose you, your the only one that cares for him, he just cant lose you.

He would have nightmares about it. Bad ones. To the point where he is actually SOBBING and you have to cuddle and kiss him to sleep. He will hold you TIGHT

Just like everyone else your not allowed alone or outside. But Karl is even more protective.

Omg you are never allowed out of his sight, the only time your allowed out of his sight, is when he is doing his more…gruesome projects, he just knows that your going to have to see it eventually, but he is not going to allow you to see it right now.

There is always a Lycan around you, even when Karl is there to watch you, they are still there. If that power seeking bitch comes around unexpectedly, the Lycan’s will report it immediately, no matter what, so Karl always knows!

He puts you in the biggest part of the factory so there is a slim chance that bitch doesn’t see you but if she does, he has a backup plan, and there is a backup plan for his backup plan for his backup plan and….you get the point.

He is all about your safety and happiness, seeing you happy makes him happy!

Please, never leave him. He can’t live without you, he loves you with all his heart!

Oh did I mention that there are cameras and radio’s everywhere?? No? Ok, well now you know! You are fully protected, yay!

Just, don’t leave him, please! :)

That’s it! Please request, I’m desperate! 😭

-Alex

#resident evil village x reader #lady dimitrescu #karl hisenberg #donna benevento x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #karl hisenberg x reader #resident evil #x reader

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kurosstuff · 18 days

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Monster au! Event

@scoutswritingcorner helped me pick out the monsters♡ thank you darling

So wanted to do something- a monster au where the ladies are monsters-

It csn be smut, fluff, angsty and in some cases? Horror♡

Ofc look at my nsfw rules before requesting any nsfw.

PLEASE NOTE. THIS IS OPEN UNTIL FRIDAY. TIME NOT SURE AT THIS TIME

For the wheel, you can pick to spin- OR request a monster for the ladies you wish-! And please describe exactly what you want for the fic!

This time around- sub!reader only. And- your welcome to either have the reader as a human in most fics or monster hunter/monster

Like example. X bunny! Monster!reader; x monster hunter! Reader;

Unless stated reader will be human!

Also! If you want to request more then one reader you may! But- not character x character and only TWO

Example: lute x reader x sera

PLEASE, when requesting for this event. Use this emoji ✨️ so I can spot it easier!

ALSO REMEMBER. READER IS AFAB WILL USE GN IF STATED

This is what fhe wheel looks like!!♡♡

To be easier- monster list

Dragon

Gorgon

Siren

Zombie(only monster I will NOT write smut for.)

Vampire

Bunny

Ghost

Werewolf

(My choice)

Characters you can pick from

Lute

Sera

Vaggie

Rosie

Charlie

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Mother miranda

Note: never wrote a couple of the ladies stated really. But I'll give my best shot at it(hazbin wise I mean) ans I'm trying to get back into resident evil once again♡

Up to two(unless it's the scene prompt) then up to three lines please ♡

Smut prompt lines

1.) "Want you now~ can't fucking wait~ gonna claim what's mine now~"

2.) "Ive- I've never..."

"..we'll.. take it slow then~ I'll do My best to be careful~"

3.) "Sl-slow down~ to fast~"

"Slow down~? Little ___(human/monster type) you walked in during mating season ~ not stopping till your filled~"

4.) "Stop fucking moving~ just gonna claim you as my mate~ make you rightfully mine~"

"Wh-whats stopping you~?"

"..watch those words little one~"

5.) Aggressive make out turned to more (enemies to lovers or whatever)

6.) Accidentally wandering into dangerous territory during a mating season. Getting "hunted" by a monster who redeemed you as a suitable mate

7.) "Prefer my hand or cock(strap or G!P)? Either way your getting it after-"

8.) "Curious. Can you take my dick?(either strap Or G!P) suppose we can try no?

9.) Accidently *tempting* the beast that just happens to guard your town/home. Being offered up to 'sooth' their temper.

10.) "Wait- wait this is my first-"

"First time? ....shit ok uh- hold on le- let me take it much slower ok? I- I've got you"

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multimilfs · 1 year

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Donna Beneviento x Fem!Reader: While I'm Around

Summary: Donna Beneviento + 122 — “I’m not going anywhere.”

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: One thing I can never get enough of in Donna fics is Angie. Yes, she's creepy as hell, but I love that little doll.

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Tag List: @multifandomfix @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul

Warning(s): Blood mention

Your lips part in a silent scream. Pain suffuses your entire body and you hunch over, clutching at your now-bleeding leg. Angie giggles maniacally and takes off in the other direction.

“Angie! Get back here!” You yell through the pain.

“No thanks!”

“I’m going to turn you into firewood, I swear!”

You start limping in the direction of where she disappeared, leaving a trail of blood on the hardwood behind you. She really got you good this time. And honestly, it feels a little personal, but you’re too angry to give that thought much power.

“You wish!” Angie calls back, “I’m not going anywhere!”

On a good day, Angie is manageable. Donna’s closeness often curbs her more feral tendencies. But on days like today, when Donna is summoned rather suddenly from the manor, Angie borders on insane.

And despite how much you love her, it makes you want to chain her up in the basement until Donna gets back.

Unfortunately, you were so surprised by Donna’s departure you didn’t stop to consider the option. Now you’re paying the price for it. All of it had started well, actually; Angie had been mellow and toddled after you while you went about tasks, asking questions and making funny, yet outrageous demands. Your favorite had been when she tugged on your pant leg—almost pulling the damn things down—and asked if she could try a raw egg. You said no.

Somewhere along the way her curious and humorous questions descended into madness. One second she’s eating the cooked eggs you made and the next she’s tossing an empty bottle across the room. Trying to wrangle her hadn’t been too hard until her mouth clamped around your ankle; somehow, despite her lack of teeth, she’d done a good amount of damage.

Now, you find yourself in the curious predicament of finding her.

You can hear her giggling as if she’s all around you. It’s eerie. You hate to admit it, but her lack of control scares you a little bit, and you miss Donna. The problem is she’s unreachable when she’s in a meeting.

“Angie,” You call, turning at the slightest of sounds, “Come out!”

Turning, something dark in your peripheral vision catches your attention. Your eyes widen with horror as you stare.

Angie’s in the walls.

You fall to your knees and stick your hand in the hole she managed to create in the wall, trying to reach and grab hold of her. It’s a thin space for you, but the perfect size for her to maneuver through them. The fear of her getting stuck seizes you.

If you can’t get her out, or worse, she gets stuck, you’ll have no idea what to tell Donna. She trusted you with the most important piece of her and you let her climb inside the walls where neither of you can reach her.

“Dear?”

A pathetic little shriek leaves your lips. You turn, wide-eyed, to see Donna in her usual garb, watching you with her head tilted.

“Donna!”

A delighted noise comes from somewhere above you, “Donna?!”

Pain erupts in your arm and you yank it back. Angie appears through the hole in the wall like nothing has happened, running to Donna, who crouches to receive her. The doll looks precious being wrapped up in her owner’s arms.

“You’re home!”

“I am,” Donna confirms, voice rough and yet, so gentle, “Why were you in the walls?”

“Nothing. Getting away from her.”

Angie points at you and you throw your hands up.

“Why?”

“What are you, the police?” The doll asks.

“Angie.” Donna warns.

“Ugh. You’re both boring.”

With more attitude than befitting a sentient doll, she crosses her little wooden arms over her chest, and stomps away after being set on the floor. Both you and Donna watch her go. You scowl after her, but can’t help the little grin that breaks out when she’s gone.

Donna stands perfectly patient and silent, hands folded in front of her. You step into her space and carefully fold back the veil of her garb.

Her pale, shy face smiles softly back at you.

“There’s my girl.” You smile sweetly.

Donna blushes. It’s your favorite look on her, even after all this time. She hides behind her veil for everyone else and you think she’s still not used to being seen without it.

“Hello.” You whisper, taking her hands in your own.

“Hello, dear,” She whispers back, “Good day?”

“Interesting for sure. Angie was… energetic.”

“I should’ve taken her. I’m sorry.”

She looks down at her feet and your heart lurches. You’re quick to press a kiss to one cheek… then the other… and then her forehead, and so on until you’ve kissed every inch of available skin and she’s laughing—soft and sweet—with all traces of sadness gone.

Running a careful hand down the side of her face, your fingers play absently with a piece of black lace on her dress. It’s starting to fray from constant use and you frown.

“Why does Angie act like that when you’re apart?” You ask curiously.

Her eye searches you for any trace of judgment or anger, “Angie and I are the best parts of each other. When we’re separated, we lose those qualities.”

“Donna, I love Angie… but her qualities aren’t what I would call… good.”

“Decisive. Free. Playful.”

Her voice is rougher. She rubs at her throat and attempts to clear it subtly.

“I understand.” You say.

It makes sense to you now and you wonder why it never crossed your mind to ask before. Angie was playful while Donna was calm, thoughtful. They balanced one another. You hadn’t realized sharing the same Cadou would tie them so closely.

Perhaps that’s why you hadn’t balked at Angie in the beginning; you felt they were more similar than different.

The door creaks open, both you and Donna turning. Angie’s eyes peek around the door. When you raise an eyebrow, she walks further into the room.

She stands in front of you and kicks at the floor, “Sorry. I guess.”

“Angie.”

“Sorry.”

You wait for something else; an addition of kinda or maybe. It doesn’t come. Angie looks up and waits. You think she’s waiting for you to say something and make the whole thing okay.

If you’re honest with yourself, everything was okay the second Donna got home. Getting bitten hurt, but you have no desire to hold a grudge over it.

“You’re good, driftwood.” You grin.

“Driftwood?!”

Angie plows into your legs and you’re ready. You laugh, picking her up and swinging like you’re going to throw her, only to keep her in your arms. A grumble leaves her mouth.

Over her head, you catch the look on Donna’s face, and melt. She looks surprised. It makes you wonder how many people have been so cruel, have written her and Angie off so quickly. You refuse to let them feel that again; not while you’re around.

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #resident evil village #resident evil village x reader #lady beneviento #donna beneviento imagine #re8 #resident evil village imagine #resident evil 8 #wlw #wlw imagine #dec2022 #multimilfswritings #multimilfsficmas2022

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everlastlady · 4 months

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Husband Father Miran HCS

𐂂- Author's Note: Since I posted some Lord Dimitrescu husband hcs. I was scrolling through the hashtags and saw someone was looking for gender bender content of Mother Miranda and Donna. So I decided to do it, I'll be doing Donna aka Donnie next for husband hcs until then enjoy my version of gende bender Mother Miranda aka Father Miran. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

𐂂- Word Count: None, sue me!

𐂂- Story Contains: Husband Father Miran, Experiments, Cults, Smut so minors dni or people who aren't comfortable with smut, reader is female, worshipping, and spoiled reader.

✧- Husband Father Miran, who thought you were a little cutie when you wandered into the village got lost. He had to tell the Lords to leave you alone. Something about you had him interested and soon the two of you were married. Yes Father Miran is a strange and scary man but behind close door he was a goofball and you loved him. He didn't want you to worship him like the others. He wanted to be your equal but he didn't mind a little worshipping in the bedroom whenever the two of you were feeling naughty~

✧- Husband Father Miran, who always wants to match with you. The colors are always brown, gold, and black. He thinks you both look important because he believes you and him are important. He doesn't mind if you don't want to match on certain days but he'll always try to convince you because he wants others to know that you are his.

✧- Husband Father Miran, who doesn't reveal his face to the other lords or anyone for that matter. Only you get to see those beautiful blue eyes and a lot of his blonde short hair. He actually never wears his mask when he's in private with you. You have wore his mask before and he thinks you look as powerful as him.

✧- Husband Father Miran, who mourns the loss of his son but he's glad that you are in his life. You showed him how to love, live, and laugh again. He hopes to have a child with you one day. And he will be very protective of you and the child. But he doesn't mind if you want kids. But he'll get a baby eventually.

✧- Husband Father Miran, who worships between your legs, your sweet nectar until you are nothing but a moaning mess that has unraveled in front of him. He won't stop until he has pumped you full of his seed in all sorts of positions. He'll cry out your name, not caring who hears. Because he wants you to know how much he loves you, sometimes he won't stop until you are crying out his name. Once he is done, he'll give you the aftercare. A bubble bath, fresh pajamas, snacks, and water. He'll give you soft kisses and rub your back until you fall asleep.

✧- Husband Father Miran, who always has someone watching you when he's busy or away. The village is dangerous and he doesn't want you to get hurt. He is also worried that the other lords might hurt you. Especially the creatures that lurk around the village so he usually keeps you inside the manor. But there is always a lot to do so you don't get bored. He even made a special room for you so that you don't get lost in it.

✧- Husband Father Miran, who is thrilled when you give birth to his son. He's the one who made sure everything went right that you would stay alive to see the life you were bringing into the world for you and him. He'll make sure to take care of the child while you recover. Always having the baby by his side but bringing him back if he needs his mother especially if he needs to feed. Miran can't help but cry up a storm and be grateful to have a child once again, to have you. His family is complete but his experiments aren't done but he makes sure to spend time with you and your son, because you guys are his everything and no one will take you guys away.

#resident evil village #mother miranda #father miran #mother miranda gender bent #resident evil village x reader #father miran x reade #lord dimitrescu

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leorawright · 3 months

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The re8 lords with a S/O who loves animals and has three pet dogs (An English bulldog, a Rottweiler and a blue heeler) please

Aww of course!

The Lords with someone who owns three dogs

Alcina Dimitrescu

She's not a big fan of dogs or animals in general but don't worry, her daughters are

She'll occasionally pat them on the head but it never gets more affectionate than that

Her daughters, on the other hand, you can find them in a huge cuddle pile with your three dogs, and all of them are absolutely delighted

Alcina does it very secretly, but sometimes she'll slip one of your dogs a treat🤫

Donna Beneviento

She's pretty nervous around your dogs when she first meets them but after a while, she'll start to like them more

Sometimes, she'll take a stick from her gardens and play fetch with them

Angie was excited to meet them but quickly changed her mind when one of the dogs thought she was a toy...

Also, if you don't let dogs onto your bed, Donna will insist that the dogs can sleep next to her

Salvatore Moreau

Very, very, very nervous

He'd much prefer to stay back and watch you play with your dogs than to personally interact with them

But if you insist, he'll try to pet one of them (probably the smallest one)

He does find it adorable how much your dogs love you though

Karl Heisenberg

Oh heck yes he is such a dog person

He absolutely adores your dogs just as much as he adores you

At lot of days, you'll find him taking a break and playing fetch with your dogs or trying to teach them how to do a trick

Also, he definitely talks to your dogs in a baby voice, and it's hilarious and cute at the same time

#resident evil 8 x reader #resident evil village x reader #alcina dimitriscu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenburg x reader

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smartycvnt · 4 months

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What We Do in the Shadows*

Title: What We Do in the Shadows

Pairing: Mother Miranda x Reader

Summary: Mother Miranda seeks out Ash for some frustration relief.

Warnings: smut, strap-on, bottom Mother Miranda, top reader

Word Count: 580

Ash's discomfort at her position in front of Miranda was beginning to border on painful. She had been on her knees for what felt like hours by now in a vain attempt to pleasure the frustration from Miranda. Miranda's plans were crumbling down around her, and all she could do was sit back and watch. That was why Ash was stuck kneeling on the floor in front of Miranda's throne.

"Enough! This isn't working. God, you're fucking useless!" Miranda shouted. Her voice echoed around the empty cathedral. Ash had the sense to look down and feign a shameful look. Miranda was prone to outbursts, and Ash knew how to handle them like a professional by now.

"I apologize, Mother Miranda. May I suggest something?" Ash asked. It only took one look between the two of them for Miranda to know what Ash meant. Miranda shifted uncomfortably on her throne, but Ash noticed the pressing of her thighs. It wasn't a terrible idea, even if Miranda hated it. "You wouldn't lose an ounce of control, I swear it."

"No one can find out about this," Miranda warned. Ash nodded as she stood up. Miranda acted like they were engaging in some shameful act, something worse than being eaten out at the throne of an altar that she built for herself. Ash was sure that it was all blasphemous on some level, but that was where the excitement came from.

Miranda spread her legs as she pulled Ash in between them. Ash was surprised by how Miranda took the toy without any resistance. She began to thrust in and out of Miranda slowly, but Miranda quickly started in on her little cues for Ash to go faster. Miranda's claws dug into Ash's back, piercing the skin in some spots. Miranda didn't let up there, however, and within seconds, there was blood trickling down Ash's back.

"That feels so good," Miranda moaned into Ash's ear. Ash fought through the pain to give Miranda what she wanted. Each tightening of Miranda's grip spurred Ash on to go faster and harder. They were far past the terrority of "love making" or even just "sex" anymore. Each snap of Ash's hips rocked Miranda's body and threatened to break the throne that she was perched on.

Miranda's screams of pleasure echoed off of the walls of the cathedral as Ash fucked her. In those moments, Miranda was desperate and far too human for her own liking. Still, her body's carnal cravings pushed those thoughts out of her mind. She was brought back to her most primal urges, ones that Miranda had prided herself on being too advanced for decades ago. Nobody had brought them out like Ash, which should have been enough for Miranda to kill the human, but Miranda had also never had anybdoy satisfy her like Ash did.

By the end of the night, Miranda had cast Ash away back to the village. A part of her wanted to send a crow to see what exactly Ash got up to, but then Miranda would have had to admit that she cared. Ash was a servant, a loyal and trusted one, but a servant nonetheless. Miranda tried to convince herself that a Lycan could take Ash on her way home and it wouldn't make a difference in Miranda's life one way or the other. However, there would always be that little voice in the back of Miranda's head with its whispers about Miranda's feelings for Ash.

#my writing #one shot #mother miranda x reader #mother miranda #resident evil x reader #resident evil village x reader #resident evil #resident evil village

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not-neverland06 · 18 days

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Could you write Yandere Karl Heisenberg headcanons? 👉👈

Karl Heisenberg & GN!reader A/N: This is my interpretation of Yandere. Which in and of itself is already dark, toxic, and not healthy. So, prepare yourself for something that’s not going to make you feel warm and fluffy inside 👍 (Thanks for the ask, love) CW: This is DARK, proceed with caution. Body horror, possessive behaviors, mention of abuse, toxic “relationship” dynamic, suicide, death In no way am I romanticizing this type of behavior, or condoning it. I’m just being realistic on how someone like him would be with this twisted sort of mindset, personally, I would never take this level of disrespect, I recommend you don’t either. DDDNE

Proper characterization is important to me, let me know if you think I got anything wrong, I welcome criticism ♥️

Karl Heisenberg Yandere HC’s:

First of all, with normal Karl, you’re going to need a lot of patience and compassion to deal with his grungy ass

With Yandere Karl, may the father, son, and the Holy Spirit save you because you’re effed up the wazoo

You could meet him a few different ways, but the most likely is you’re a villager. You’d probably been on your way to pay homage to the Lady Dimitrescu, and he’d just so happened to be heading to the Duke at the same time.

Talk about bad luck.

You think he’s charming, in a gruff sort of way.

He’s blunt with his words in a way you can appreciate. You tire of having to filter yourself because of the way you are demanded to act in the village. He provides an outlet where you can finally be unfiltered. Unfortunately, you don’t seem to notice how much he loves you talking shit with him.

He’s so used to the people in the village running from him or being meek and timid around him. It pisses him off and does nothing to excite him.

You, however, are very very intriguing to him.

You’ve got a fiery spirit, he’d love to known how far he can push you before you ignite or extinguish.

You grow to like him, maybe even a little infatuated, and you think the other villagers were being unnecessarily cruel.

You don’t realize they had good reasons for hiding their young and locking their doors when he’d deign to come down from his factory.

You catch subtle quirks in his behavior.

Growing a little tense or being abruptly rude to someone if you were talking to them instead of him.

Doesn’t matter if they were a child or an elder, they’ll walk away crying once he’s done.

And you want to admonish him, really, you do. But he has this strange look in his eyes that makes your tongue feel like dead weight in your mouth. Your jaw snaps shut and he’ll give you a tight smile before grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you off somwhere.

Maybe you start to distance yourself from him. Finally start to notice the way no one in the village will even look at you anymore. How everyone sends a prayer to the Mother when you pass by, like an omen of death.

Too. Fucking. Late.

He’s locked on you, you’ve peaked his interest. And he’s had such little entertainment, he’s been so bored for so long.

He’s helping you, anyway. He’ll tell you as he straps a cuff around your ankle. No one in the village would ever want you. You’d be a pariah for the rest of your life. You need him.

His main goal in life is to overthrow Miranda

Nothing, I mean nothing gets between that. If you were to try and intervene you’d be severely punished, possibly even killed. Doling out death like that isn’t foreign to him. Look at what he does to the villagers of the town when he’s making his soldats.

The effects of your death would only sink after the choice was made:

“Hey, buttercup!” Karl glanced up from his newest invention and frowned. By now you’d figured out to come the first time he called. He should already hear your footsteps trailing across the metal. “Kid!” He glanced over his shoulder, irritation brewing in his gut. His fists clenched, the tools in his hand bending slightly as he slammed them against his desk. You had about five fucking seconds before he got the chair back out for you. He was sure you would hate being strapped to that, again.

He felt more disappointment than anything. He really thought you guys had gotten to a better place. One where you understood where your place in the world was. At his feet, obedient and willing.

He went ahead and dragged the chair out of the closet, dusting flakes of blood off the arms and undoing the leather straps. He was sure the sight of it would be enough to whip you back into shape, but he had a lot more fun being hands on. “Now!” He shouted, voice echoing throughout the factory, and, still, you didn’t come. He didn’t worry anymore about you trying to leave, lycans and chains stopped that from happening. He wondered where you found the audacity to try and be even a little bit rebellious.

Maybe it was the bottle of whiskey he downed last night. Or the fact that he hadn’t gotten any sleep for the last four nights that made him forget what happened only a few days ago. How you’d argued with him against pursuing Miranda. Stupidly tried to convince him to just leave the village with you, leave it all behind and be happy somewhere else.

He’d been blinded by rage. So goddamn furious that you wouldn’t just shut the fuck up and listen to what he was trying to tell you. That no matter what, without Miranda dead, he would never be free. He’d lashed out with his powers, he’d only meant to send the gears on his desk flying at you. Rattle you up a bit. He’d completely forgotten about the metal collar strapped around your neck.

Heisenberg reached out, powers trailing up the stairs and latching onto the familiar shape and feel of your collar. There was a loud thud as your body slipped from the bed and he frowned at the noise. Were you still asleep? He glanced at the chair, maybe he should give you a break. But… He wanted to have some fun, needed a release. He wouldn’t be too harsh on you this time.

Slowly, you thud, thud, thudded your way down the stairs. Heisenberg pulled and heard something like cloth dragging on concrete as you rounded the corner. His eyes widened and he felt the cold grip of realization latch onto him. Your body lay motionless on the ground. Hands curled up in rigid claws, eyes flattened and grey. Your skin was a completely different shade, no color at all left in your lips. Your skull was still split from where you’d slammed into the wall when he’d accidentally sent you flying.

He’d just forgotten about it.

Assumed it was a nightmare and moved on.

He sank down in his chair and stared unseeing at your corpse.

You’d be buried, a spot Karl would always be able to see from his workstation. Your death would somehow be blamed on Miranda and you’d just be more motivation for his suicide mission. I’d like to say he would be negatively affected by it. But he’s good at compartmentalizing, a few days of mourning, and then he’d be back to his mission. Your name a distant memory always tickling the back of his skull.

I imagine there’s a lot of underlying issues revolving around bodily autonomy given how Miranda took it away from him when he was infected with the cadou. And given how, sadly, more often than not, the victim perpetuates the cycle, that would be projected on you.

If he managed enough self control around you not to kill you while he’s throwing a temper tantrum, you can bet your ass he’s keeping you alive longer than you want to be.

In his mind, he’s been screwed and fucked over so often, that he’s not letting you hurt him too. He takes it as a personal offense that you age and get sick, because he doesn’t. Cadou took care of that. He’s got a long miserable life ahead of him.

Well, congratulations! So do you!

You’ll wake up one morning, a strange feeling in your arm and feel disoriented:

You try to say his name, but your tongue is fuzzy and you can’t seem to string together a coherent thought.

You blink slowly, vision fuzzing in and out of focus. “Hey,” you vaguely recognize his voice as he walks towards you. His hands are gentle, suspiciously so, as he cradles you. Slowly, like he’s afraid to hurt you, he props you up. You’re distantly bothered by the fact that you can’t really feel your right arm very well.

But Karl rarely ever treats you so gently, so you’ll soak it up as much as you can now. Your head lolls slightly to the left and you give him a groggy smile. Whatever he dosed you with was slowly losing its grasp on your consciousness and you could start to feel yourself becoming more cognizant.

“Hungry?”

You shook your head, stomach turning as you smacked your lips. Your mouth felt like he’d vacuumed the moisture out of it. He chuckled, the kind sound rushing over you like a warm blanket. He disappeared for a moment before reappearing with a cup in his hands. You tilted your head back as he dribbled the water between your parted lips.

He leaned forward and pressed chapped lips against your forehead and it’s only then that you started to feel uncomfortable. Why was he being so nice? What the fuck did he do to you while you were passed out?

You could feel the telltale signs of a panic attack, the drugs doing little to subdue it now. Karl picked up on your rapid breathing, the way your pulse jumped under the loose hand he had around your neck. It’s only then you noticed the lack of collar. You reached up, hands feeling foreign against that patch of skin.

His head dropped and he landed a kiss against your lips this time. “Had to take it off, was getting in the way. Don’t worry, buttercup. You’ll like the upgrade.”

Tears streaked down your cheeks as your hands slid across your clavicle, the cold feeling of metal greeting you where skin was meant to be. You couldn’t help but sob when you traced the spot your arm used to be. A metal replacement in its spot instead.

“And, had to fix that knee of yours up too. Don’t worry, no more popping.” He laughed, like it was all one big joke, and ripped the blanket off of you. If you hadn’t already let your mind slip away from reality, from the situation, you would have screamed when he showed you the metal limbs where warm flesh and bone should have been.

You nearly threw up when you saw the cruel line of cauterization and blood where he’d fused metal and skin.

He’s quick to get pissed off and touchy about anything he’s passionate about

I don’t recommend criticizing anything to do with his plans on Mother Miranda, regardless of how much he cares for you, he will lash out. He’s cunning and extremely intelligent, he knows how to strike where it hurts.

Were this normal Karl, not one completely hyped up on the powers of the cadou, eventually he would find his own backwards way to apologize. A well timed compliment, a metal flower inspired by your favorite bloom, a trip to the Duke’s.

Yandere Karl will never see the error of his ways. In his mind, everything he does for you, to you, is for your own good. No one else is going to take care of you like he can. He can’t ever risk you leaving him. He’s got it embedded in his brain that if he lets you out of the factory Miranda will find you and she will steal you from him.

You’ve slowly become less of a human and more of a coveted toy the longer he has you.

Imagine the little kid on the playground that takes his ball home so no one else can play anymore.

That’s him (you’re the ball)

No one will remember you existed.

If you were a tourist, your ID, your wallet, anything that can be used to identify you is found on a corpse that burned up in a “car wreck.” The body was burnt beyond recognition, it had to just be assumed it was you, it was your car after all. And no one had ever found you…

If you live in the village, your family, your friends, anyone who ever looked at you with a lick of interest is dead. He kills your family because he doesn’t think they properly took care of you. I mean, for fuck’s sake, he got his hands on you. What else did they let others get away with?

No. No one who disregarded his “love” like that gets to live.

The others are self explanatory. He’s possessive beyond a fault. Even normal, he doesn’t do sharing. No one else gets to enjoy the bright light of your personality.

It’s for him and him alone.

And, no, he doesn’t notice when that light dims. He doesn’t notice the lights go out behind your eyes and the vacant look you carry half the time. He just thinks you finally got used to your life here.

There’s no reasoning with him. No trying to explain how you’re drowning in despair and one more goddamn minute in these shackles is going to make you end it all.

You love being with him. You need him. Without him you would be dead in a ditch somewhere.

We all know, without him, you’d be living your best damn life.

But he doesn’t.

He thinks, despite the torture and the training, you are happy. You’re safe. He’s providing for you, and showing you just how the world can be so you know that he’s the only one who will ever love you. Who else is going to put up with you?

Everyone comes to a breaking point, when you get to yours, you need to either be fast or the next weeks of your life are going to be the worst you’ve ever head.

You successfully get away with a quick slit of a razor, or a noose made of bed sheets, congratulations (not).

You don’t…

At first he doesn’t even know what to do.

No one, fucking no one gets to take you away from him.

Not even you.

It takes a few days to plan something, and the anticipation alone is enough to break you. He’s clever, cunning, and worst of all, really fucking creative. Your mind can’t even conjure up whatever horror he’s got planned for you.

To your surprise, it’s not anything physical.

He’s your only source of human contact, despite everything at this point you do need him to remain marginally sane. He knows that, he uses that.

You’re locked in a room, food given to you without a schedule so you lose track of time.

No windows, a leaky drip coming intermittently from the ceiling. He doesn’t speak, you just hear the scrape of metal and dart forward to scarf down your meal. A tasteless gruel that doesn’t do anything but sustain you.

If Heisenberg hadn’t “updated” you, the drafty air and mildew would probably have finished you off a week ago.

As it is, you can’t get sick anymore, you just lay there in your own filth and the filth that was there before you.

Your mind slips and you’re practically feral by the time he lets you out.

He’ll remold your thoughts, your brain, how you think, around him. Protect you from yourself, he says.

No one gets to hurt you, not even you.

It’s ironic how he’ll never realize the only person whose ever hurt you has been him.

He’s not the type to hurt those who hurt you and keep you safely locked away in an ivory tower all warm and cozy.

He’ll break you and keep going, long past your shattering point. He keeps bending, twisting, and breaking you down until you’re nothing but dust under his boot and a barely there echo of who you used to be.

#karl heisenberg x reader #resident evil x reader #Resident evil village x reader #heisenberg x reader #resident evil village #Karl heisenberg #this got away from me lol

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shogvnate · 11 months

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Wicked and white, love me in spite. bela dimitrescu x f! reader

bela dimitrescu oneshot

slightly angsty, wholesome, yearning.

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hi it's my first writing post pls treat me nicely :D, also feel free to send your requests! i write for the women (bc i'm sapphic) but if u wanna request the dudes it's alright too, just don't put too much hope on it being posted 😭

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Bela Dimitrescu never felt this way towards anyone.

As the oldest out of her sisters and the heiress to her family's winery business, she would take over a lot more of the dirty work than them, leaving barely any time behind to focus on herself.

She was always overworked, always pressured to be the best.

Her mother always tells her,

"Bela, you are your sisters' role model," Alcina blew smoke from her lips, unamused at the way she lost her composure over a little squabble with her younger sister, Cassandra.

"Yes, mother." Bela kept her head low, rubbing her upper arm slightly.

"Don't disappoint me."

Bela aimed to be the perfect daughter, the perfect heiress but still, she was never enough. She knew she wasn't. But when she saw you and how accepting you were, her walls melted like an ice sculpture by the dawn of spring.

She'd like to believe you were foolish for saving her, but deep down she knew it wasn't true. She was thankful. Thankful that despite the villagers' harsh words for saving a potential murderer of their wives and daughters, you stayed and nursed her back to health.

You were like an angel, much more than Mother Miranda would ever be, that's for sure.

As you watered your garden, she wondered to herself, could you look at her with that expression? A soft smile gracing your angelic features and eyes gleaming with nothing but love. No wonder your garden was filled to the brim with colorful flowers, even Bela can tell they were happy with you.

Could she also feel that?

Dubbed as a monster, mad, and even heartless; could someone like that feel love?

Or was it just wistful thinking?

A vampire and a human never end well anyway.

It's depressing, it's... mortifying how none of them got their happy ending; or at least as far as she's aware of.

She sighed, and when she did, you finally noticed her watching you by the wooden fences.

Molten honeyed eyes burned the sight of the way your face lit up into the depth of her mind. If you could look at her like that everyday, she's sure to become the happiest woman alive.

You approached her, still holding your watering can. She could feel her dead heart hammering against her chest for a few seconds before returning to its silence as she smirked at you. Her heart ached for you, a pain that she was so used to that she grew numb to it.

"How have you been, Bela?"

Your voice, god, your voice.

Bela can just melt into your arms right then and there, but she must stop herself. She wasn't like Cassandra who will keep anyone she's interested in near. She was the opposite, she didn't want you near, she didn't like how you made her feel this way, and yet she always found herself watching you.

Hopeless that she can never tell you how she felt without making herself feel vulnerable.

"I've been faring well." She replied, "How… How have you been?"

"I'm doing good now that you're here." You smiled.

The two of you soon fell into silence as you started to water your plants, now with her company.

It was agonizing, being by your side. Knowing full well that there are countless men and women in the village that can easily snatch you away from her. You were kind and gentle, anyone can find that charming. Heck, her sisters could even steal you away from her easily.

Cassandra was silver-tongued and shameless, she can lure anyone into her grasp as easily as she can murder them.

Daniela was unpredictable and wild, but she was loving, and she was everything Bela was not.

You noticed how she spaced out, reaching a hand out to wipe the dried blood from her lips. Your touch was gentle and it dragged her down to reality.

The reality where you told her that you'll wait for her to be sure of her feelings. You'll wait for however long it takes for her to say those three words. The reality where you belonged to her and she belonged to you despite no other promises being spoken.

She leaned into your touch, her yellow eyes refusing to look at you directly.

But she knew you understood. You understood her better than anyone, better than herself.

You guided her back to your porch where she laid her head on your lap as you sat down, her hood coming off to reveal her long, albeit a little tangled blonde locks.

You thread your fingers through it, detangling it and removing the dried blood clinging to the beautiful strands.

"Bad day?" You asked, closing your eyes.

"..." She shifted on your lap, confirming that she indeed had a bad day. You didn't ask anymore, you knew she didn't like sharing about things that bothered her and that was okay. She needed time and time you will give.

One of her flies landed on your hand, and you noticed it. You chuckled lightly as another desperately pulled your free hand towards Bela, likely her consciousness acting without her control.

You stopped threading your fingers through her locks and she had to stop herself physically from letting out a disappointed whine, you placed your hand on her waist instead and she froze.

"You can stay for however long you'd like, Bela."

You watched as she closed her eyes, another tender smile blooming across your lips, one with more affection than before. Her cold hand grabbed a hold of your warm one, squeezing it before her breathing slowed. Your fingers rubbed her knuckles silently, the contrast between your temperatures was like day and night, dead and alive; and yet you loved it.

You drifted into sleep along with her, perfectly comfortable and content now that she at least stayed and not ran off the second she showed you anything remotely close to physical touch.

Hours later you finally woke up, slowly opening your eyes and stretching your numb arms.

Your lap was absent from her cold body, but what you instead found was a stunning inflorescence of forget-me-not. Did she steal it from your garden? You chuckled.

The blues were easy on your eyes, and the meaning behind it in the flower language made you smile fondly.

‎

"Oh, Bela."

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donnas-dollface · 1 year

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Donna: Ethan's here. Call Mother Miranda!

Y/N, loading their shotgun: I got this.

Donna, quaking: Last week you fell up the stairs, please no-

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fandom-imagines · 2 years

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Baby Redfield

Fandom: Resident Evil Village

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Reader

Words: 1k

Not sure what this is, but I wanted to write something for Chris.

Chris knew that something was wrong the moment that he walked through the door to his and his girlfriend’s shared apartment. The place was void of both her and her things, something which caused the captains heart to begin racing, something that was uncommon for him.

“Y/N…?” He called out, almost hesitantly, as though she would vanish at the sound of his voice if she was still here, which he prayed that she was. “You home?”

Silence.

His first thought, as to be expected by his line of work, was that somebody had taken her to use her against him, but that was quickly overshadowed by the fact that all her things had been taken, at least the important things, meaning that she had left willingly.

“Fuck,” the words left his mouth fast, but not as fast as his fist colliding with the door behind him. She was no where to be seen.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Mia asked the tearful woman sat opposite her, genuinely worried. “Y/N, he loves you. This will break his heart…”

The woman hesitated at her friend’s truthful words before responding. “There’s nothing else I can do. He’s too busy, Mia, I can’t just force a child on him.”

A sigh left Mia’s lips and she simply nodded, knowing that there was no talking her around. “Your secret is safe with me, I promise.”

Y/N’s secret was kept between the two women for many years, even when Ethan was quizzing Mia about her friends whereabouts. They had been friends long before she knew Ethan and they would ber long after he was gone, not that they would know that, of course. In fact, the secret would have gone with her to the grave had she not asked Ethan to check her ringing phone.

Ethan’s heart dropped from his chest as he read the name on the caller ID, along with the photo of the caller with a child.

“Y/N…?”

Upon hearing those words from her husband, she realised her mistake.

“You know where she is?” Ethan asked, almost angrily. “You knew where she was this entire time and didn’t tell me or Chris? What the hell, Mia!?”

“She made me promise,”

“What not to tell us that she’s been seeing somebody else and now has a kid with them? I thought she loved him?”

“The kid is his, Ethan! That’s why she left.”

It took a moment for the pair to notice the bigger man stood behind them, leaning on the doorway.

“You have a lot of explaining to do,” Chris spoke simply.

Y/N sighed as her call was ignored, once again, by Mia and a slight worry formed in her stomach as she wondered what was keeping her so busy, however, the toddler in front of her was more than enough to keep her occupied.

She couldn’t help but smile at the young girl who was cheerfully playing with the toys she had bought earlier that same day. She was almost a double of her father, something that Y/N couldn’t help but sigh at, missing the man she was quick to run from upon discovering the life growing in her stomach. Was it panic? Most likely. Was it also too late? Most definitely.

It was late when there was a quiet knock on the door to her home, leaving Y/N both curious and paranoid as the who was at her door. The logical assumption was that it was Mia, however, the more paranoid one was that it was a murderer; not that she couldn’t deal with that, of course.

The door opened only a tiny bit before someone was pushing their way into Y/N’s house whilst also being mindful of making much noise, as though they knew that there was a child here.

“What the-“ She began, ready to attack the intruder.

“Y/N,”

“Chris…?”

He looked older than the last time she had seen him, but he was still her handsome Chris. He seemed angry, yet worried at the same time.

“What are you doing here?” Y/ N whispered, watching the captain closely as he wandered towards her.

“I’ve come for you and our daughter,”

“How did you know?”

“Mia told Ethan to answer your call, I was there.” Chris shook his head, glancing down at the afraid woman below him. “Why did you leave?” His own voice was but a whisper, as though speaking too loudly would scare her away once again.

“Our jobs weren’t fit for a kid, Chris, yours especially.”

A quiet sigh fell from his lips and Chris reached out to grasp his girlfriend’s hand which was much smaller in comparison. They fit together just as well as before.

“I would have done anything for you both. I still will.”

Tears began to fall from her eyes and another sigh left Chris’s lips as he pulled her into his chest, enjoying the way her body relaxed into his own, her arms wrapping around his large frame.

“I missed you,” she murmured into his coat, her words being so muffled by the fabric that he hardly caught them.

“I missed you too,”

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