#re8 x reader

[sirenscriptures]

the hunt — k. heisenberg

✦ synopsis: it seems as though your regular strolls outside of your village has attracted a particular man to be interested in you. despite many warnings from fellow villagers to not wander far off, you never truly listen. this causes your meetings to be much more frequent, only making him desire you more. there comes a point where these frequent encounters turn into a “game”. as you have not much else going on back home, you figure, why not? it could be fun, right?

✮ warnings/notes: fem ! reader. villager ! reader. age gap (reader is in her 20s and karl is in his 40s) predator/prey dynamics. chasing. possessive, feral karl. thigh riding. dubious consent. oral (f. receiving) fear play. groping. pussy worship. outdoor sex. scent kink. use of pet names.

it felt as though all you ever did your whole life was run.

the sound of your rapid heartbeat drowned out the shrill screeching of the birds in the towering trees that surrounded you. the barely visible, dreary sky above you was framed with their decrepit branches that loomed overhead.

while in the past you’d usually find comfort in the quiet, empty forest just outside of your village, this was much different. in the space where you’d often find yourself taking a gentle stroll to clear your mind and to envelop yourself in a deep solitude that you weren’t always guaranteed, your footsteps were now scurrying across what you thought was your usual trail, chest burning with heavy breaths and a blooming mix of dread and excitement.

you didn’t even need to look behind to know he was gaining on you. even with the snow making your bounding footsteps sound softer, you knew he would find you. it didn’t matter how well you thought you could hide, either. one way or another, karl always found you when hosting this little game.

though, there was a fear present that would make both your mind and heart race when he was after you; the feeling that clouded almost all rationality within your actions. the feeling that made you stumble more than usual, and take the wrong turns, practically blurring your vision, causing every clearing to look the exact same as the one you’d just exited.

but even still, there was always the rippling, bubbling feeling of elation that followed. it lurked behind your fear, dancing with it while pushing you to have physical sensations throughout your body. even as you ran deeper into the forest, you could feel your blood rushing. the sound of your breath would shudder and crack, not even due to the cold. you could especially feel the warmth that arose in between your thighs at the thought of him catching you.

eventually, you had to force yourself to stop, practically wheezing out puffs of white smoke attempting to slow your heartbeat. you surveyed your surroundings, only to realize that you weren’t anywhere near the village now.

you took a deep breath, trying to consider a way to get out without panicking. your vision was still slightly hazy and you couldn’t fully recognize your own surroundings now.

“oh [name]?” his voice practically sung out from behind you. he was still at a slight distance, but close enough to where you could hear his heavy footsteps lurking nearby.

you flinched, frantically looking around for some sort of new turn, path, hiding place, something. the snowy clearing you were in only seemed to offer a few clusters of large trees, trunks thick enough to hide you even just for a few moments.

as you heard his muted footsteps approaching even closer, you hastened behind one of the trees, frigidly attempting to shrink yourself against the rough bark. though your chest was begging you for air, you forced your breath to quiet, barely letting out a sound.

the sound of his distant footsteps didn’t take long to enter the clearing you were in, a faint sound of metal jingling colliding with the pace of his steps. you could hear him faintly humming to himself as he abruptly stopped in his tracks. being able to hear everything from his slight chuckles to his rough, muted breaths made your heartbeat quicken again; fingers anxiously fidgeting with the fabric of your long skirt.

you couldn’t see it from where you stood, but karl was carefully surveying the surroundings, inches away from you. he knew you weren’t aware of how close he actually was to you, and that was the fun part.

he loved the power he had over you. the power to make your mind so blurred with fear that you’d lose all rational thinking. the power to make you so desperate that all you could think of was to pitifully hide behind a hunk of bark, internally casting terror-frozen prayers that he wouldn’t find you. yet, you always seemed to lose at this game…

“you know,” his voice sounded from behind you, causing you to clasp a hand over your mouth.

he shifted closer to you, quieting his footsteps even more. “i’ve always admired your scent.”

you could hear the cocky smirk oozing from his remark, the warm sensation in between your legs causing you to squeeze your thighs together.

“i don’t think you realize that i can pick up on more than your little village family.” his tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, nearly causing you to flinch.

“which means i can sense more about you physically than a regular human.” he inhales slightly, your aroma filling his chest with a familiar feeling. “i guess that’s one of the good things that mother gave me, huh?”

his steps grow closer, close enough to where he nearly grazes the back of the tree with his hand. you swear he can hear your own heartbeat by now with how rapidly it thumps against your chest. you squeezed your eyes closed, choking back a whimper as you took another shaky, deep breath.

“but you, little lady…” he purrs, breath warm on the back of your neck. “you’re all i want.”

in a panic, you tried dashing forward, only to be pulled backward by your arm. he swiveled you around, one of his hands pressed against your back, drawing you closer to him.

looking into his eyes, you could see the mixture of sadism and ferality burning within them. you could smell the faint stain of cigarette smoke and motor oil on his clothes, even with how numb your nose was from the cold.

your squirming in response to his firm grasp only made your position worse, as it took him no effort to time to have you fully pinned up against the trunk, towering over you.

“now, now…” he scolded, admiring how futile your attempts to escape were.

“i don’t know why you bother struggling. you know i never let you get away.” he chuckled, fitting your chin into the palm of his hand, forcing you to look up at him through glassy eyes.

you can barely let another sound escape you as karl crashes his lips against yours. the bristle of his beard scratches against you as you moan against his lips. you can feel his entire body pushing against you as his hands greedily roam and grope your body. his chest rumbles as he lets out a deep growl, hands squeezing your ass so tight, you swear the fabric could break at any moment. the warmth between your thighs feels scorching now with your wetness pooling inside of your panties.

one of his hands nestles in your hair as he pulls away, tugging your head back to expose your neck. his warm lips nip and suck your chilled skin, his other hand still massaging your ass.

your head is still a blur as he trails down to your breasts, leaving deep marks all over your skin with his bites. you’re so blinded by pleasure you don’t even notice the way he pushes his thigh in between your legs, hiking up your skirt with a single hand.

karl smirks as he pins your other hand above your head, marveling at the feeling of your drenched cunt on top of his thigh. even through both of your fabrics, he could feel just how warm and wet you’d become.

“poor baby…” he sighs against your skin, a calloused thumb massaging your wrist as his other hand unravels your blouse.

“you’ve been drenched this whole time, haven’t you?”

you can only respond with a meek nod, heat stinging your eyes and face as you lock eyes with him.

he lets out a low hum of pity, laying a kiss on your forehead before dropping your blouse and bra to the ground. you can see a spark in his gaze as he marvels at your naked frame, admiring how your chest heaves with trembling breaths; your eyes filled with an anxious desperation.

“ride it.” he commands gruffly, still locking your hands above your head.

you start moving your hips, feeling the slick fluids rubbing through your underwear, some of it even spilling out slightly.

with your back arching, you can’t contain your aching moans as you grind on his stiff quad, the fluids leaving a damp stain on his pants.

karl can feel his limits being tested. this whole time you were driving him even further into his uncontrollable ferocity, and he was slowly submitting to it, minute by minute.

“shit, babydoll.” he growls, hand grasping at your throat. “you’re already making a fuckin’ mess on me.”

your breath hitches slightly as he pulls his thigh down, letting your feet land back on the frosted ground once more. looking up, you can see his golden eyes ablaze with desire, before he’s completely on his knees before you.

admittedly, you were taken aback at the initial gesture, for you never considered the man to be a submissive of service type. but then again, you hadn’t even fully discovered the depths of karl heisenberg just yet.

his hands pull off your skirt and panties, the sight of your fluids glistening and staining your inner thighs fueling the fire inside his stomach. you can hardly stand at this point as his large hands clasp over your hips, hovering you over his mouth.

in this moment, you couldn’t help but feel like the helpless lamb staring her main predator right in the face. cornered in, trapped, ready to be completely devoured.

“i need to taste you.” he mutters partially to himself, swiping a finger gently over your lips, licking the remnants off.

you can hear him let out an aroused grunt, pulling your soaked cunt closer to his lips. a loud gasp escapes you as his tongue and lips slither in between your folds, gently beginning to suck at your swollen clit.

even with his face buried in between your thighs, you can hear and feel the vibrating growls of depravity and pleasure beginning to erupt from him. it was so apparent now that he was losing his grip. you didn’t realize at first just how much you were driving him insane.

“karl, please…” your voice cracks, the burning of tears stinging your eyes.

looking down, you can see your thighs trembling. you see how his fingers dig into your hips, promising to leave marks later. his mouth hungrily laps at your pussy, his gaze fixated on your gradually shattering figure above him.

the moment he pulls away, a string of drool trailing in between his lips, you can feel that burning sensation start to ebb, until he pulls you back into a kiss, a single hand encasing your throat. every second he kisses you, he makes sure you can taste yourself on his lips; frequently pushing his tongue against your own.

pulling back, he took a few moments to admire you. he could see your body start to tremble from the absence of his touch, causing you to squirm restlessly in his grasp. it wasn’t until now that he glimpsed the large bulge fully formed in his pants. he certainly felt it, for this whole time getting to touch you provided an exhilarating rush of blood in multiple ways.

he brings your face closer to his, gazing intently into your tear-streaked eyes.

“tell me what you want.”

you swallowed, hoping to clear your throat of the knot that had formed. it felt just like before; the fear that captivated your entire body, feeling as though your feet were cemented into the ground, unable to move.

yet, you breathe out shakily without much more hesitation, “i want you to fuck me.”

a teasing yet satisfied spreads across his lips at your request. his bare hands run up your sides, sending a shiver down your back.

karl wastes no time unbuckling his belt, letting his large, throbbing cock free from the fabric. you felt yourself growing wetter at the mere sight of it, the same fear being overwhelmed with the thrill of pleasure.

he knows how badly you want him, that’s why he chuckles darkly at your reaction. you look so beautifully helpless in front of him, he can’t help but want to do so much to you.

positioning his tip at your entrance, he begins by slowly pushing in, yet the slickness causes him to bottom out within you, already balls deep in your folds.

you cry out, back arching again as his cock is already pushed fully against your sweet spot. you can feel yourself clinging onto him for dear life, the rest of your body shaking uncontrollably.

karl lets out a hiss through gritted teeth, not fully prepared for how tight you are. yet his thrusts are full and deep, stretching the inside of your walls to where you can almost feel it in your stomach.

“hah…can y’feel how good you’re taking me, baby?” he pants, breath hot against your skin as he holds you closer to him.

“can you feel how deep i am?” he pushed in slower at his words, the added pressure against your cervix making your head throw back.

“ah, please—karl!” you sobbed out in between thrusts. “i-i’m…mmh!”

he lets his thrusts pound into you sloppily, admiring how your breasts bounce with his inconsistent rhythms.

“gonna let go, hmm? gonna cum for me, sweet girl?” he beckons, a hand stabilizing onto the tree, pinning you harder against it.

you find yourself gasping for air as his cock pummels into you, thing strands of fluids leaking from you as he fucks you. by now you can hardly even form words.

you can hear how his growls have broken into lewd, heaving groans as he grows closer to his orgasm. he can barely even hold himself up as he fucks you even deeper.

“cum for me, baby.” he groans into your mouth as his lips collide messily with yours again. “show me who you belong to.”

you can barely hold back your noises as his final thrusts pound into you, the feeling of his warm seed eventually pouring inside you, only to leak out over your thighs.

the both of you have to take a minute to catch your breaths, a moment of silence in the forest clearing being filled with eventual steady, relaxed breaths.

karl can see immediately how difficult it is for you to stand, as you stumble within the first few tries. without hesitating, he pulls you into his arms, cradling you bridal style after getting your clothes back on.

in carrying you back to your village, you can see that satisfied glint in his eyes as he looks upon you. yet…there’s something more. even in such a short time knowing this older man, you can tell there’s something he’s not saying to you.

though, before you can even question anything, he already has you home before sundown, walking you into your house without anyone seeing.

karl pulls you in one last time, deeply kissing you. he looks at you with that same smirk, hinted with something lighter in his gaze before departing back to his distant factory.

“we’ll have to do this again sometime, sweetheart.”

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[leorawright]

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)

Resident evil!

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

[aethelwyneleigh27]

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

(Reader is somewhat coquette? Princesscore? Just the dainty feminine type)

Credits to dividers used are on this post.

Rules for requests

If you don't want to send requests through Tumblr, my Instagram is always an option.

Please interact with this post as much as possible, it helps a lot. Thank you <3

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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.

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.

[i-cant-sing]

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)

[sleepingdeath-light]

first time with alcina hcs ; 18+

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

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

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

[maybegays-blog]

Ethereal Chemistry

Prologue

Lady Dimitrescu x Scientist! Reader

All Chapters

Warnings: Rushed

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The faint hum of machinery filled the air as you worked diligently in your lab, surrounded by beakers, test tubes, and the soft glow of monitors. Your latest project was coming along nicely.

Just as you were about to delve into the next phase of your research, a familiar voice echoed through the intercom.

"Hey there, [Y/n], mind stepping into my office for a sec?" It was Alan, your colleague and occasional partner in mischief.

You paused, a mix of curiosity and caution flickering within you. Alan's sudden request for a meeting wasn’t unusual, to say the least.

But as you were busy with your project, annoyance built up at being interrupted.

‘Ugh, what does he want now?’ You muttered to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose in irritation.

With a sigh, you set aside your work and made your way to his office, your footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

Pushing open the door, you found Alan seated behind his desk, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Ah, there you are," he said, motioning for you to take a seat. "I've got something I want to run by you."

You settled into the chair opposite him, your curiosity piqued. "What's on your mind?" you asked, curiosity evident in your voice.

The man leaned back in his chair, his expression serious yet tinged with excitement. "You ever heard of Mother Miranda and the four lords?" he began, his tone measured and deliberate, curiosity shining in his eyes.

You quirked your eyebrow at the sudden question. "You mean that cult Chris was so worked up about?" you asked, a flicker of unease creeping into your voice.

He nodded solemnly. "Yes."

His determination seemed to intensify at the mention of Chris.

But there was something in his demeanor that set off alarm bells in your mind. The way he couldn’t hold eye contact, the slight twitch of his lips—it was clear that he was hiding something.

"Alan, what aren't you telling me?" you pressed, your voice tinged with suspicion.

He hesitated, his gaze flickering to the floor before meeting yours once more. "Okay, I may have... hacked into some important files," he admitted, his tone sheepish.

"You what?!" Your eyes widened, a mixture of shock and concern coursing through you.

The gravity of his confession weighed heavily on your mind. You both knew very well that this could get him fired, or even worse.

"You shouldn't be hacking into any files, Alan! How do you ‘accidentally’ hack anyway?"

"I was just try’na gather information. You know, for research purposes!" His tone grew louder as he tried defending his actions.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, crossing your arms. "Whatever. Why did you call me in here?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with newfound determination. "I have a plan," he began, his voice steady. "We gather the necessary resources and equipment in the village, discreetly, of course. Then, we'll put it to good use."

As he vaguely outlined his plan, you couldn't help but feel a knot form in your stomach.

This entire thing felt wrong. The risks were too great, the consequences too dire. But your colleague seemed unfazed, his confidence unwavering.

"Come on, [Y/N]," he urged, leaning in closer. "With your expertise and Astrid's help, we could make this happen. Think of the knowledge we could uncover, the things we could achieve!"

You hesitated, torn between your curiosity and the sense of foreboding that lingered in the back of your mind.

But when he mentioned Astrid, your other friend,(and his sister), joining the venture, a glimmer of hope flickered within you. If Astrid was on board, maybe together you could keep an eye on Alan and ensure things didn't spiral out of control.

With a heavy sigh, you nodded reluctantly. "Fine, I'm in," you said, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "But we need to be careful. We can't afford to make any mistakes."

Alan grinned, a spark of excitement dancing in his eyes. "Don't worry," he reassured you. "Together, with you and Astrid, we've got this covered."

[donnas-dollface]

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!-

[ilywrites]

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.

[finn-writes-stuff]

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

Masterlist

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.

[leorawright]

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

[i-cant-sing]

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.

-

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.

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?

[maybegays-blog]

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

Warnings: Gore(?) Character death, murder, depressed Alcina.

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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.

—

Masterlist

[sleepingdeath-light]

alcina dimitrescu + segmented smut alphabet ; 18+

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.

[gurlbesimpin]

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

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*?