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Cleaning Up (Karl Heisenberg/female reader one-shot) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Here’s a Heisenberg/f!reader shower sex one-shot requested by an anon!  I hope y'all enjoy it!

Title: Cleaning Up

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, mentions of the Duke and Mother Miranda

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (shower sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus, blowjob, doggystyle, P in V, unprotected sex *wrap it up kids*)

Word Count: 2493

Summary: Heisenberg has been working constantly and you have figured out a way to get him to take a much needed shower...

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters based on Capcom’s Resident Evil Village video game.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything resembling anyone, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

Gentle scribbling met your ears when you entered Heisenberg’s living quarters.  The smell of old, burnt coffee greeted your nose, a small pot cooling on the stove.  The bed sat on the far side of the room, messy and unmade.  Echoes of rattling chains, rhythmic alarms, and clanging metal sounded off in the distance…a noise you had grown accustomed to day in and day out.

Heisenberg sat at the dining table, hunched over a few pieces of blueprint drawings.  The man had worked tirelessly for the past couple of days.  Ideas for the soldats in his lab continued to flow through his brain and once he thought of them, he scrambled to write notes and draw illustrations so as not to forget them.

You let out a breath as you walked up behind him, leaned over, and laid a gentle kiss to the top of his head.  “The Duke said hello,” you said, placing a small bag of supplies next to his papers, “he also said that your special order should be in by next week.”

“Mmmm…” Heisenberg mumbled, turning his pencil over to erase and revise something he just wrote.  Your hands went to his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles.  Looking at the pages of papers on the table, you squint your eyes, trying to make out the illustrations.  Heisenberg jotted his notes down in German, just in case they fell into the wrong hands…the wrong hands being Mother Miranda.

As your thumbs kneaded up and down the nape of his neck, the scent of oil, sweat, and BO wafted up your nostrils.  Usually, it didn’t bother you…he smelled like a man and in most instances, it turned you on.  But with Heisenberg working nonstop the last two days, he hadn’t done his usual routines, showering being one of them.

“Why don’t you take a break and hop in the shower?” you asked as you went to the stove and poured the small remainder of coffee down the kitchen sink.

“You trying to tell me something?” Heisenberg shot back, still keeping his focus on the pages before him.

“Yeah, you stink,” you replied, putting the pot in the sink and turning towards him, “you also need to rest and get a full night of sleep.  I spent the majority of this week sleeping alone while you caught a few hours of shut eye a night on the cot in your lab…”

“I’m on the brink of a breakthrough, I know it!” he said, putting the pencil down and sifting through the small pile of pages to the left of him.

An inkling of a breakthrough of your own slipped into your mind.  With a smirk, you quietly toed off your shoes and pulled off your socks.  Heisenberg continued with his work, unaware of what you were doing behind him.  You pulled your shirt over your head and let it fall to the floor.  The jeans came next, you pushing them down your legs and pulling them off your feet.  Standing in your bra and panties, you reached behind you for the clasp at your back.

“Okay…” you murmured softly as you stepped closer to him, letting the bra fall down your arms, “I guess I’ll have to shower alone…”  And with that, you tossed your bra onto the table beside him.

You made your way towards the walk-in shower, unaware that you captured Heisenberg’s full attention.  One look at your bra made his head turn lightning quick.  His eyes looked you up and down as you opened the shower door and leaned in to turn on the faucet.  His tongue slid over his lips as you waited until the water was at the desired temperature.  The arousal inside him increased, his cock stiffening in his pants as he watched you hook your fingers into your panties, pushing them down your legs.  By the time you stepped into the shower, his will power broke.

“Aww, god dammit…” he growled, standing up straight, the chair moving back noisily.  You giggled as the water pelted your skin, turning to look back at him.  He let his trenchcoat fall to the chair before ripping off his sunglasses and the three trinkets that hung from his neck.  You tilted your head back, closing your eyes as the water drenched your hair.  A gruff curse from Heisenberg made you open your eyes.  His fingers struggled to remove the contraption that was clasped around his left thigh.  You pressed your lips together to keep from giggling.  Seeing him getting flustered and impatient in order to get to you made you smile.  He never could resist an opportunity to get his hands on your body.

Once it was removed and dropped on the table, he quickly ripped off his buttoned shirt and undershirt.  His eyes fused with yours as he pulled his boots and socks off, going for his belt next.

“I thought you were too busy with work to shower…” you teased, your hands moving up to your breasts, your fingers circling your nipples.

He clenched his jaw, growling low in his throat as he undid his belt and shoved his pants down his legs.  “Oh, you’re gonna get it, sweetheart…” he promised.  Once he was rid of all of his clothing, he stomped towards you, entered the shower, and closed the door behind him.

A whimper escaped your mouth as one of Heisenberg’s hands gripped the back of your head, his other hand pressed to your lower back.  The front of your body melded to his as he leaned forward to kiss you.  Your arms wrapped around his body, digging your fingers into his back.  He moaned against your lips as his tongue pushed into your mouth.  Your body churned with arousal, your pussy getting wet.  Heisenberg’s teeth sunk into your lower lip, sucking on it forcefully, which caused you to whimper again helplessly.

“Karl…” you begged, parting your thighs and pulling him tighter against you.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asked, moving you backwards and pressing you against the wall.  The sudden shock of cold tile against your skin made you suck in a shocked breath, your eyes flying open.  Heisenberg wasted no time, swiftly pushing his thigh between your legs, trapping your hips in place.  

“It feels good, doesn’t it, my love?” he purred, pushing his thigh upwards against your cunt.  You looked up at him as your mouth dropped open, a wordless moan echoing in the shower.  You arched your back, hands moving down to his ass, desperate for more contact.

“Oh fuck…” you sighed, grinding against him, “...Karl…oohhhh fuck, Karl…”

He smiled and laughed as your movements became frantic and wild.  All of this to get him to shower, unaware that he would quickly turn the tables on you.

Heisenberg pulled his leg from between yours.  Just as you were about to cry out in protest, you watched as he sank down to one knee before you and lifted your leg to drape it over his shoulder.  “You want me to shower, huh?  Well, first, I want to fuck you until I’m fully sated…then you can wash me…”

“You really expect me to wash yo…” you started before Heisenberg’s tongue slid between your pussy lips.  A sudden sharp cry of euphoria slipped from your lips as he licked around your clit, pushing down to your opening and back again.  The water that rolled down your front mixed with your juices and Heisenberg slurped both into his mouth, swallowing it down.

You pushed your hips forward, spreading your thighs, and bucked against his face.  His mouth was a force of nature.  Every time he went down on you, he was like a man possessed, his tongue urgent and intense. One hand gripped your leg on his shoulder as the other reached around to squeeze your ass.

“Karl…don’t stop…keep licking my clit…oh god please…fuck…” you begged, looking down at him.  His eyes looked up at your face, never leaving your gaze.  You watched as his tongue flicked crazily at your clit, tickling and slurping in a way that looked borderline obscene.  Just watching him work was enough to make you cum.

Once your hands went to the back of his head, he knew you were seconds away.  He let you move and gyrate, loving the feel of your fingers simultaneously digging into his scalp and pulling his hair.  “Karl…oh fuck…I’m close…I wanna cum on your tongue…”

He grinned and moaned in agreement as his lips closed over your clit.  You tilted your head back against the tile wall, riding his face, screaming and crying out in ecstasy as the hot water rolled down your body and onto his.

“OH GOD DAMMIT, KARL, I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING RIGHT NOW PLEASE…” and with one last shout, your orgasm pulsed through your entire body.  Heisenberg’s muffled laugh vibrated against your clit, giving your orgasm more intensity.  You trembled as your body bowed forward, still riding the enormous sensations.  Heisenberg pressed his hand against your pussy as he stood up, letting you fall against him.

“I’ve got you, doll,” he whispered against your ear, keeping his hand on you as you rode out the last of your release.  You bucked and writhed, your cheek pressed to his shoulder.

“Karl…oh fuck…that was so good…” you moaned, kissing from his shoulder to his neck, your tongue licking the water from his skin.  Heisenberg grunted at the feel of your lips and tongue, both hands moving around your body, rubbing up and down your back.

“Now…” he murmured, “let me push my cock…”

Before he could finish, you slid down his body and kneeled before him.

“Whoa, whoa, sweetheart,” he started to protest, “I meant in your cunt, not your mouth…although I do appreciate your enthusiasm…”

You giggled as you looked up at his face before focusing on his hard cock.  “But I want to,” you purred, wrapping your hand around the base, “let me tease you for a bit before you fuck me…”

Heisenberg’s eyes glazed over as a low rumble started in his throat.  “Ooohhhhh darling…”

Whatever words he was about to direct at you were long gone as you extended your tongue and, starting at the base, licking a slow line up to the head.  

“Mmmmmm goddamn…” he grunted, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.  The water that pelted his shoulder slid down the front of him.  A few rivers of water cascaded down the length of his prick and fell into your mouth, which you swallowed.  You closed your eyes and moaned as you took the head past your lips and began to slurp softly.

“Y/N…” Heisenberg growled, “...that mouth…that unbelievable mouth of yours…oh fuck…”

Your eyes opened and you looked up at him.  One hand went to your hair, holding your head as he slowly thrust his hips against your face.  The other pressed to the glass of the walk-in shower.  With the steam fogging up the glass, his hand left behind a print that made this little trick to get him to shower all the more erotic.

His eyes opened and looked down at you as your mouth bobbed up and down on his dick.  His chest started to rise and fall quickly, arousal brewing in his stomach.  You looked positively sinful on your knees before him, pleasing him with your breathless moans that stirred him to his core.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N…” Heisenberg warned, “...stand up so I can cum inside of you…”

You obeyed his command and just as you got to your feet, he whirled you around and bent you over.  Your hands connected to the tile wall, palms pressed flat.  “Karl?” your moan coming out like a question.

His right hand slowly jerked his cock as his left hand gripped your hip, aligning with your ass.  “Arch your back, darling,” he instructed, sliding the head of his cock against your pussy, “just like that…oh…such a good girl…”  

Your eyes widened and your moan echoed in the shower as Heisenberg’s length pushed inside of you.  The feel of him plunging past your G-spot made you see stars.  He didn’t stop, continuing to move deeper, deeper, tunneling inside of your tight cunt.

“This snug little pussy of mine is gonna drain my balls dry,” he grunted, finally stopping once he was fully sheathed inside of you.  Biting on your lower lip, you pulsed your walls around him, clenching and unclenching rhythmically.

Heisenberg couldn’t hold himself off any longer.  With both hands on your hips, he started to thrust.  The shower was spraying your back as his hard pumps made droplets fly against the tile and the glass walls.  He grunted and cursed as your soft, wet skin slapped against his own.

“Karl…” you pleaded, looking over your shoulder at him, “...fuck, Karl…keep going…please…keep fucking me…oh fuck it feels so good!!”

His hips increased in tempo, moving in and out, stoking the arousal deep in you.  “I’m gonna make you cum again…cum fluttering on my cock…I want you screaming my name, Y/N…don’t ever forget who you belong to…”

His hands moved around to the front of your body, both hands moving to your breasts.  Pressing his front to your back, he kissed and licked your wet skin, his fingers pinching your nipples.  “Oh fuck, Karl!  Yes!!  Please…oh god…oh my god, Karl…”

Heisenberg licked up your back and leaned over to your ear, his hot breath making you shiver.  “Cum, sweetheart…cum for me…”  One hand stayed on your breast as the other moved down your stomach and between your legs, finding your clit swollen and achy.  He grunted in your ear as he started rubbing you hard.

“Fuck…fuck…Karl…please…I’m cumming…I’m cumming…OH KARL FUCK….KKKAAARRRRLLLL!!!!”

Your pussy pulsed and fluttered as your orgasm exploded around him, your juices quenching him.  Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your body convulsed, your hands sliding down the tile wall.

“There’s my girl…” Heisenberg grunted with each slap of his groin against your ass, “...my…good…fucking…girl…OOOHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUCCKKKKKK!”

He came with his mouth pressed to your shoulder, shivers coursing through his limbs as wave after wave of his release shook his body.  Your head hung low, water dripping from your hair and around your face to the bottom of the shower, swirling down the drain.  Panting, you waited until Heisenberg started to move.  With a heaving grunt, he slowly pulled himself out of you.

“Fuck, Karl…” you marveled as you stood up straight, turning to face him, “...I think every shower should be taken together from here on out…”

He chuckled as he reached for a washcloth and a bar of soap.  “I couldn’t agree more…but, you know, as a way to conserve water.  We must be ecologically responsible after all…”

You playfully slapped his arm and he roared with laughter.  Taking the cloth and soap from his hands, you worked them into a lather.  “Okay, smartass…turn around…let me wash your back first…”

[theauthor2103]

Cassandra and Alcina Dimitrescu one-shot: the first time they ever bonded.

Alcina spent a great amount of time bonding with her newly reborn daughters. When the girls recovered from the cadou treatment, they were deemed an unfit vessel for Mother Miranda’s daughter Eva and labeled as failures in the goddess’s eyes.

For Alcina Dimitrescu, however, it was truly her biggest dream come true. How she had always longed to be a mother, have an heir to her family, and teach her offspring all she had learned in life. To have three daughters was a blessing to her.

The eldest of the three Dimitrescu sisters was an eager blonde woman, an overachiever. She always strived to accomplish everything she started, so it perfectly, and looked up to her mother. As the oldest of the three, she was the next in line to Alcina’s business which meant she took on a great amount of responsibility. Bela made sure her sisters were kept in line and learned as much as she possibly could to take care of the wine business and the castle. Alcina found her oldest daughter’s overeagerness adorable and made sure to reassure her daughter whenever she needed.

The softer of the three, the baby of the family, the most flirtatious Dimitrescu daughter, Daniela. She was Alcina’s baby, her silly, adorable, little goofball. Daniela was much more affectionate than her older sisters, always wanting to be near Alcina, hugging or cuddling mother, curling up next to her in the couch while reading. She always wanted to spend time with Alcina as much as she could and would often get jealous if she noticed the Countess spending more time with her other sisters, even if it was boring wine making business with Bela. Daniela demanded Alcina’s attention and seemed to have a bit of an attachment issue, but Alcina was always there to soothe her nerves and comfort Daniela when needed.

Her middle daughter, her wild child, the most ruthless and vicious of the three Dimitrescu sisters, Cassandra Dimitrescu. She was the only daughter that didn’t fully trust Alcina yet. She was cold and quiet, often hard to read. Most of Alcina’s attempts to bond with her middle daughter were all failures. The only time Cassandra ever showed any interest in the activities Alcina had attempted with her was hunting.

It took a great amount of patience and understanding on Alcina’s part which wasn’t something she was particularly good at, especially since she’s used to having everything her way, being the Lord of the castle and all. Alcina was the rightful heir to the Dimitrescu’s wine, one of the four Lord’s, and if you asked her she’s was Miranda’s right-hand woman. But most importantly, she was a mother first and foremost.

Alcina was incredibly frustrated with her middle daughter pushing back so hard and had begun to worry that perhaps there was something wrong with her mothering skills. Perhaps she wasn’t doing enough for Cassandra? Or it could be that she was pushing too much. Alcina simply did not understand how to get through to Cassandra like how she did with Bela and Daniela.

“Wow, tall, annoying, stubborn, and hotheaded. You really are your mother’s daughter, aren’tcha kid?” Heisenberg said after being introduced to his new niece on the day Alcina took her daughters to meet the other Lords and Miranda.

It was strange how the manthing’s words soothed her worry’s, usually the sound of Heisenberg’s voice was enough to make Alcina roll her eyes in annoyance. But Heisenberg teasing Cassandra about being the most like Alcina out of all of her daughters made the countess realize that perhaps Cassandra warmed up to her. After all, the brunette had taken on a bit of her mother’s personality, enough to make the stupid manthing seem to think so.

The first time Cassandra and Alcina had shared a moment together was when Alcina had taken Cassandra and her sisters out into the woods to hunt properly. When the first took the cadou the sisters were feral and killed almost half of Alcina’s staff in one day. Their mother had to take the girls deep into the forest where they could feed off of animals and soothe their newfound bloodlust until the calmed down.

Since they were still newly reborn, they didn’t remember much of their first few months spent with Alcina and couldn’t recall hunting in the woods with Alcina very well. The Countess had since taught them not how to defend themselves, but how to kill. The samce and moroaica had proven to be useful victims for the girls to practice their skills on.

When it came time for the girls to show Alcina all they had learned and that they could control their bloodlust, Alcina decided to take them out to the woods again, a sort of family trip if you will. She demonstrated to the girls how she used her claws to kill countless lycans and animals. They proved no match for Alcina, her dress torn, blood splattered across her body torn and dirty, and yet she killed with such grace and power and elegance. Alcina made killing seem like a beautiful sport which intrigued Cassandra. That was the first time she had begun to respect Alcina as her mother and felt pride at being the countess’s daughter.

The brunette seemed to realize just how truly powerful her mother really was. Alcina was using giant trees as weapons, easily plucking them out of the ground like weeds and sending dozens of lycans flying through the air. Bela and Daniela watched in complete awe as their mother howled in laughter. Cassandra was the only daughter who joined her mother in killing the remaining lycans with Alcina. Together they proved quite the murderous duo.

When the last lycan fell to the ground by her sickle, Cassandra turned to face Alcina trying to catch her breath. The countess felt her heart grow when she noticed how much fun her middle daughter was having with her, a wide, toothy smile spread across her blood smeared face. Cassandra was even dirtier and more bloody than she was! “That’s my girl,” Alcina praised her middle child, wiping some blood off her cheek and resting her hand on Cassandra’s face. Cassandra’s cheeks blushed and she gave Alcina a shy smile. Even her sisters were shocked at Cassandra’s display of affection.

It seemed the only time Alcina could get her middle child to open up to her was through killing. Cassandra remained cold and quite distant to Alcina the rest of the time, which irked the countess greatly. Bela and Daniela all but accepted her as their mother and trusted her, yet Cassandra had no interest in getting close to Alcina.

She was not interested in games, knitting, music, art, writing, none of the things that intrigued Bela and Daniela. All of her attempts to bond with Cassandra were unsuccessful unless it included hunting or fighting. It hurt Alcina to know that Cassandra didn’t seem to want to build a relationship with her like she had with her other daughter’s, but she was hopeful that Cassandra would come around soon enough. Alcina decided to give the brunette her space and let her know that she was always there for her when she was ready.

Now, Cassandra was a thrillseeker, not one to sit and read books all day like Daniela or crotchet like Bela. There was indeed a wild side to Cassandra which made Alcina worry how her middle daughter would cope during the colder months when they couldn’t go outside.

Cassandra was also cunning, decisive, and would make extremely compulsive decisions. When her heart was set on something she wanted, she was going to get it. And she was not about to let some cold weather stop her from enjoying herself outside. She did not heed Alcina’s warning about how the cold would kill her flies, all she heard was “don’t let me catch you outside once it’s cold.”

And now that the seasons had changed, the grass was covered in colorful leaves, and Alcina could see her breath outside, she knew it was time to keep her girls inside of the Castle. It broke her heart to see their disappointed faces, but if it would keep them safe she would do it every year. She wanted her girls happy but safe and alive.

So going behind her mother’s back, Cassandra purchased some winter attire from the Duke, fur boots and gloves, a winter coat, and fur pants for her to hunt in.

“Pardon me my Lady, but didn’t your mother tell you and your sisters to stay inside of the castle?” The Duke asked her.

“Didn’t Mother Miranda forbid anything from the outside world?” Cassandra challenged, raising a brow. “I could’ve sworn I saw Mother reading all kinds of different newspapers from other countries earlier today.”

The Duke smiled down at her and leaned in, it seemed nothing would get by this one. “Hmm, well, perhaps this can all stay our little secret?” he said.

“I think we would both prefer that over the latter,” Cassandra replied, dropping off a bag of money on his counter for him.

“Indeed, Miss Dimitrescu. Now do be careful, young one. And please, if I can ever offer you anything, let me know.”

“Oh, I will. I’m sure our paths will cross again, Mr. Duke.” And with that, they bid each other farewell and Cassandra quickly went to her room hiding her new winter hunting gear. She was lucky her sisters and Mother were busy and didn’t catch her.

As soon as it was safe enough for her to sneak away without her sisters or mother noticing her that night, Cassandra quickly put on her winter clothes, grabbed her sickle, and headed outside.

The air was thick and fresh in the autumn cold, but her flies were okay. Her mother worried too much, there was no reason that Cassandra and her sisters couldn’t be outside in the cold! She belonged in the Romanian woods, they called to her and she could feel a connection to them. It wasn’t something Cassandra could explain, but rather something that she could feel it in her spirit.

In the woods, there were no manners, no rules to obey, she didn’t have to be lady like! Cassandra could be as ruthless and raunchy as she damn well pleased! She swung her sickle into the starry night killing dozens of animals, bears, caribou, chased birds around, she hunted to her hearts desire. She had no idea where in the woods she was or how long she had been in there for, but a thunderous crash in the distance caught her attention.

Eager to kill whatever large creature was lurking in the woods, Cassandra made a beeline for the noise and felt her heart flutter in her chest from excitement. He had to be the biggest lycan ever to walk the planet, he was absolutely humongous even bigger than her mother! And he would prove quite the challenge!

She roared loudly and charged laughing manically, feeling excitement rush through her body. The giant lycan was 40 yards away from her before he turned around and roared back, hit breath rotten and smelly and spit flying everywhere. She dodged his attack with his hammer and sliced his arm, making him howl.

Cassandra turned into her swarm when he brought his fist down in an attempt to squash her after she sliced the beasts arms. She was agile and fast, his muscles were too big and slowed him down. ‘Piece of cake,’ Cassandra thought to herself, turning back into her human form and slicing his back.

The giant lycan kicked her back into a pile of leaves, roared again in anger, and turned around with his hammer to swing at her again. She used her swarm to doge the attack. The lycan swatted at her flies and seemed unsure of how to proceed next. They could both tell they were mutants, failed experiments of Miranda and knew this was not going to be an easy math for either of them. The giant lycan called out to his nearby brothers for backup as Cassandra kept swarming in and out with attacks after attack from her sickle. She was fast and speedy with her weapon, specks of blood dancing in the air as she kept ripping him apart.

One of Cassandra’s greatest weaknesses was her lack of attention to her surroundings. When she was caught in a battle, she was completely focused on her opponent and forgot about the world around her, it was as if only she and this giant lycan existed.

She didn’t realize the other lycans that had surrounded her until one of them jumped on her back, biting her shoulder with its sharp teeth and sinking its claws into her flesh.

Cassandra hissed in pain, using her sickle to swipe at her opponent. The giant monster lycan used this to his advantage and sent Cassandra and the lycan flying through the air as he smacked her with his hammer. She was thrown straight through a tree trunk, breaking it instantly, and landed with a thud in the ground.

Rolling, Cassandra was grateful that the lycan attacking her from behind took most of the impact, he lay motionless on the ground.

Swarming away from him and clutching her sickle to her side, Cassandra caught her breath and wiped blood away from her eye, ready to fight the new spawned lycans that charged at her. Cassandra managed to slice two necks before she had to duck from another attack of the giants hammer. The beast sent one of his own flying through the air, a sight Cassandra normally would have found funny but was now too involved in the battle to spare even a chuckle.

The giant flung his hammer down on the ground over and over, giving Cassandra no time to regroup. In and out of her swarm, she materialized all over the battlefield doging the beasts’ attacks. At one point she grabbed one of the lycans that charged her and threw it at the beast.

That gave her just enough time to distract the massive lycan, swarm up to its chest, and slice him from his head down to his belly. It began to bleed down its face and he grabbed Cassandra, smashing her down on the earthy ground over and over in a fit of rage while roaring at the brunette. Her whole body fit in his fist and she could feel his fingers squeezing her body and crushing her ribs. It was hard to breathe, she could feel her head pounding, and tried to turn into her swarm, but couldn’t get her flies to move from the impact.

The giant tossed Cassandra into the air and hurled his hammer at her, sending her through the crisp air and straight through the trees. Her whole body felt raw from the impact of the beasts’ hammer and she had no idea how many trees she had collided with. Branches and trunks were sent to the ground as Cassandra flew through the air until she felt herself hitting the leafy, dirty ground, rolling down a hill.

Her body ached and she struggled to catch her breath, the wind knocked out of her. The hand that held her sickle had dropped it when she was hit with the hammer, bent at an odd angle. For the first time in her entire reborn life, Cassandra felt her blood go cold. Some of her exposed skin from the rips and tears on her clothes had started to frost over. Her flies mustered all their power into keeping her body while, unable to regenerate and heal her wounds. Blood flowed freely out of her wounds now as the giant and remaining lycans continued their assault on her.

She was scared, truly scared. Maybe her mother had been right, perhaps she should have remained inside the warmth of the castle. Cassandra had never been on the opposite side of the table to feeling terrified, usually she was the one in control. “M-Mother?” she coughed out as the giant leaped high up into the air. Everything seemed to happen slowly.

Her heart pounded against her chest and Cassandra tried to will her body to move, but couldn’t. She watched as the humongous lycan descended upon her feeling more and more scared by the second. “MOTHER!” She shrieked. Where was Alcina? Why did she leave her home? Why didn’t she listen? She never had the chance to tell her mother or sisters how she felt, never had the chance to properly thank them for the wonderful life she had been given. A family she belonged to, that accepted her and all of her flaws.

“Wow, tall, annoying, stubborn, and hotheaded. You really are your mother’s daughter, aren’tcha kid?” Why was that memory coming back to her now? She could see the moonlight shining of the beast’s hammer as he descended down. ‘I am my mother’s daughter,’ the brunette proudly thought, willing herself to sit up and meet the eyes of the beast. If she was going to die, she was going to do it with pride and not as a coward.

And that’s when she felt herself being dragged backwards quickly and shielded by a pair of claws. The hammer made a crater on the ground, rocks and dirt sent flying everywhere. “GET YOUR FILTHY MANHANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER!”

Cassandra wiped blood away from her face and watched as Alcina sank her claws straight through the beasts chest. She easily lifted him into the air and threw him backwards. The other lycans were nothing, she easily decapitated them in one swift slice of her claws, their heads falling to the ground.

It was scary seeing her mother this angry, Cassandra never knew how strong and ferocious the countess really was. And this was just a taste of her mother’s true power. Alcina charged the beast once the lycans were not a threat to Cassandra anymore. She grabbed his hammer, and sunk her claws in his face, roaring at the beast like a momma bear protecting her young.

Again and again and again, over and over, Alcina’s claws ripped through the beasts body until he was left a bloody, torn, mess. She bowled out a final time, a ferocious warning to the beast, and stood up panting. She unsheathed her claws and rushed back over to Cassandra who was close to passing out now.

The brunette felt her eyes grow heavy, the excitement of the battle wearing off. She was cold and her body hurt all over. “Cassandra?” Alcina asked her daughter, kneeling down. When she noticed Cassandra trying to get up she placed her hands on her daughters chest easing her to rest. “Foolish girl! Have you any idea what could happened to you!?” Alcina yelled, scolding her child now that the danger was gone.

“Uhhhh… I-I… loooo….” Cassandra closed her eyes and went limp. Alcina hurriedly scooped her daughter up into her arms and raced back to the castle. She could deal with the scolding at another time, she needed to get her baby home. The love of a mother was strong and powerful, proving no match to any threat.

Her body ached and she struggled to catch her breath, the wind knocked out of her. The hand that held her sickle had dropped it when she was hit with the hammer, bent at an odd angle. For the first time in her entire reborn life, Cassandra felt her blood go cold. Some of her exposed skin from the rips and tears on her clothes had started to frost over. Her flies mustered all their power into keeping her body while, unable to regenerate and heal her wounds. Blood flowed freely out of her wounds now as the giant and remaining lycans continued their assault on her.

She was scared, truly scared. Maybe her mother had been right, perhaps she should have remained inside the warmth of the castle. Cassandra had never been on the opposite side of the table to feeling terrified, usually she was the one in control. “M-Mother?” she coughed out as the giant leaped high up into the air. Everything seemed to happen slowly.

Her heart pounded against her chest and Cassandra tried to will her body to move, but couldn’t. She watched as the humongous lycan descended upon her feeling more and more scared by the second. “MOTHER!” She shrieked. Where was Alcina? Why did she leave her home? Why didn’t she listen? She never had the chance to tell her mother or sisters how she felt, never had the chance to properly thank them for the wonderful life she had been given. A family she belonged to, that accepted her and all of her flaws.

“Wow, tall, annoying, stubborn, and hotheaded. You really are your mother’s daughter, aren’tcha kid?” Why was that memory coming back to her now? She could see the moonlight shinning on the beast’s hammer as he descended down. ‘I am my mother’s daughter,’ the brunette thought fierceley, willing herself to sit up and meet the eyes of the beast. If she was going to die, she was going to do it with pride and not as a coward.

And that’s when she felt herself being dragged backwards quickly and shielded by a pair of claws. The hammer made a crater on the ground, rocks and dirt sent flying everywhere. “GET YOUR FILTHY MANHANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER!”

Cassandra wiped blood away from her face and watched as Alcina sank her claws straight through the beasts chest. She easily lifted him into the air and threw him backwards. The other lycans were nothing, she easily decapitated them in one swift slice of her claws, their heads falling to the ground.

It was scary seeing her mother this angry, Cassandra never knew how strong and ferocious the countess really was. And this was just a taste of her mother’s true power. Alcina charged the beast once the lycans were not a threat to Cassandra anymore. She grabbed his hammer, and sunk her claws in his face, roaring at the beast like a momma bear protecting her young.

Again and again and again, over and over, Alcina’s claws ripped through the beasts body until he was left a bloody, torn, mess. She bowled out a final time, a ferocious warning to the beast, and stood up panting. She unsheathed her claws and rushed back over to Cassandra who was close to passing out now.

The brunette felt her eyes grow heavy, the excitement of the battle wearing off. She was cold and her body hurt all over. “Cassandra?” Alcina worriedly asked her daughter, kneeling down to her level. When she noticed Cassandra trying to get up she placed her hands on her daughters chest easing her to rest. The Countess could feel her anger returning. “Foolish girl! Have you any idea what could happened to you!?” Alcina yelled, scolding her child now that the danger was gone.

“Uhhhh… I-I… loooo….” Cassandra closed her eyes and went limp. Alcina hurriedly scooped her daughter up into her arms and raced back to the castle. She could deal with the scolding at another time, she needed to get her baby home. The love of a mother was strong and more powerful than any threat to her babies no matter how old they were.

Back at the castle, Alcina rushed Cassandra into her room and began to strip off her wet clothes. Bela and Daniela came in soon after, horrified to see their sister in a bloody mess on their mother’s bed. Without even sparing either of them a glance, Alcina continued to work on healing Cassandra, “Bela, add more wood to the fire. We need to keep your sister’s flies warm. Daniela, fetch me some towels.” The two hurriedly did as they were asked as Alcina continued to take off Cassandra’s clothes.

As angry as she was at her middle daughter, she was worried, scared even. Cassandra’s face was paler than usual, her wrist was broken, and she was covered in multiple bruises and cuts. The large gash on her head close to her cadou incision had finally stopped bleeding, but the entire side of her face was covered in blood.

The brunette laid in her underwear on the bed, Alcina instructing Bela to fetch her her medical supplies. When Daniela returned, she had her youngest lift Cassandra up and placed a soft towel underneath her. Alcina quickly got to work once Bela returned with the medical supplies, telling Daniela to use direct pressure on Cass’s wounds and bandaging them up. She would have to wait to give stitches until her flies could heal herself.

The ice that had formed in Cassandra’s skin broke away and her flies had thankfully begun to warm up. They slowly congregated around Cassandra’s wounds while Alcina was attempting to bandage them. She let the flies surround the skin and quickly wrapped gauze around the wounds.

After reassuring her daughters that Cassandra would be fine and cleaning off the rest of the blood on her, Alcina spent the remainder of the night by Cassandra’s side. Bela and Daniela crawled into bed next to the brunette and cuddled her. Despite the circumstances, Alcina found the scene incredibly endearing and made a mental note to sketch it out later, perhaps she could draw the scene.

As the hours passed by, Alcina could hear the maids beginning their daily routines and instructed the head maid that she and her daughters were not to be disturbed, just to continue work as a normal business day. Bela was the first to wake up from her sisters, agreeing to start someone Alcina’s work orders for the wine to get a head start. Alcina was grateful she had such a reliable daughter.

Daniela spent some time in the bed with Cassandra, snuggling up to her older sister and enjoying the moment. Normally Cassandra would’ve pushed her out of bed refusing to cuddle her sisters, she was not one for this type of affection.

One Cassandra began to wake, Daniela quickly swarmed away not wanting to disturb her sister. “Ughhhhh,” Cass grumbled, bringing a hand up to hold her healing forehead.

“Daniela, why don’t you prepare some tea for your sister, hmm?” Alcina asked, placing a hand on the younger woman’s shoulder.

“Yes mother,” Daniela nodded and flew off, closing the door gently behind her.

Now that it was just Alcina and Cassandra in the room, the countess took a deep breath as she felt her rage returning to her. She pinched the bridge of her nose as Cassandra collected her bearings.

“Um, what happened?” Cassandra asked.

“You snuck out of the castle last night and got attacked by one Heisenberg’s generals,” Alcina responded, not even looking up at Cassandra. She tried to keep herself calm and collected not wanting to yell at Cassandra.

Cassandra’s face blushed as she recalled the events of last night. ‘GET YOUR FILTHY MANHANDS OFF OF MY DAUGHTER!’ Alcina’s voice rang throughout her ears, she remembered feeling herself being hauled back away from the lycan’s hammer. Ohhh… so her mother had found her? Well… that probably wasn’t good. Alcina finally looked up at Cassandra from her seat.

“Cassandra,” oh, this definitely wasn’t good. “I cannot tell you how flabbergasted I am! I am extremely disappointed in you!” Cassandra didn’t know why, but she felt… bad? Like she couldn’t look Alcina in the face out of shame. “Have you any idea just how dangerous that stunt you pulled was? You’re lucky I noticed you sneak off when you did! Had I been a second later, you-”

Alcina felt her lip tremble and stood up quickly. She turned away from Cassandra and took a shaky breath willing herself to continue. “I cannot tell you how terrified I was! I-I cannot even tell you the words that come to my mind.”

Cassandra looked back over to Alcina and continued listening to the Countess as she ranted on. For the first time in her whole reborn life, she felt… odd. Like she wanted the older woman’s comfort. The comfort of a mother, the reassurance that came with it. She wanted to feel safe and protected, a family to call her own. This woman had offered that to Cassandra and then some. A family, loving sisters, all Alcina wanted to do was love Cassandra…. And she had pushed her own mother away.

“Cassandra Dimitrescu, I am your mother whether you like it or not…. These rules I have set up for you and your sisters are to keep you safe and protected, and you will obey them,” Alcina said, staring down at Cassandra and holding back her tears. All she wanted to do now was hug her daughter and tell her how glad she is that she’s safe and home. Carrying Cassandra back to the castle was the first time she had ever gotten to hold her daughter. Bela and Daniela would hug her, especially Daniela, but she had yet to experience that with Cassandra. Well, the countess supposed that if Cassandra doesn’t want that affection, she’ll have to live with her daughters choice.

“Do you understand me?”

Cassandra looked up into Alcina’s face seeing a mixture of concern, relief, and anger. She cared so much for her, and all she did in return was push her mother away. Cassandra hesitantly stretched a hand out to Alcina who took it silently.

“Mother….”

Alcina moved closer to her daughter. Cassandra scooted over, wincing in pain from her wrist and shoulder, making room for Alcina. The countess sat down next to Cassandra and felt her heart melt when her daughter moved to lie against her.

The brunette tugged Alcina closer, making her chuckle, and once her mother hair lied down, she snuggled into her chest. Alcina wrapped her arms around Cassandra and held her close to her. “Do you… love me?” Cassandra whispered after a few moments.

Alcina looked down at her daughter who was hiding her beat red face in Alcina’s chest. She kissed the brunnete’s forehead and held her tight. “Of course I do, my darling.”

“Well… I might love you too.” Alcina chuckled and rested a hand on her daughters head. Cassandra felt loved and comforted, something she realized she had been pushing away but was happy to have. It felt nice, actually it felt really good to have someone that could hold her like this. A mother’s love was something she couldn’t ever remember experiencing or feeling. To be held with such tender and care felt so nice to her, she realized just how much she wanted it.

From then on, their relationship grew immensely. Cassandra began to trust Alcina and accept her mother’s love which warmed the countess’s heart. Moments like this where Cassandra would seek out Alcina’s love and be held were rare. And, the countess cherished every second of it, as did Cassandra.

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Well this took way long than I meant it to. Another chapter of my Resident Evil/The Last of Us crossover is finally up! Huge apologies on how long it took to get this up. My life’s been a bit wild since I last posted

Enjoy!! :)

He looked up at the buildings behind the gas station. Apartment buildings, he thought. Lots of those windows were boarded up but for the ones that weren’t… “That would be a great spot for a sniper.”

Joel started to speak, but the sound of crashing metal cut him off. Both of their heads turned to the direction of the sound. Ethan’s heart pounded in his chest.

A gun fired off. The distinct sound of a bullet hitting metal followed.

“Tommy.”

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Larissa Weems x Reader x Alcina Dimitrescu (NSFW; Double Penetration; Lewd Language; BDSM; Mommy Kink; Breeding; G!P)

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It’s too much. 

It’s way too much.

Too much touching, too much pleasure, too much passion. 

It’s all warm bodies, panting breaths, deep growls, small whimpers, and so much heat that you feel faint with it. They have you stuck in between, held up and hovering over thick thighs while two sets of strong hips alternate powerful thrusts. In and out. In and out. In… out… Easy and light for the two of them as sharp nails leave deep indents in the flesh of your ass, clenching and unclenching. She shoulders most of the weight, the taller of your two lovers, while she takes her fill. Insatiable and dark. Hard, fast, and rough. There’s grunts that pour past your ear and fan against the sensitive skin of your neck, creating the most precious addictive harmony as she scrapes razor-sharp fangs along the soft flesh of your trapezius. Skirting around the very edge of pain. She knows you fear it. She knows you’re waiting. Fortunately, she’s already made up her mind. The feeding will be for another night- or perhaps later, when you’re passed out on the bed between them, plugged to keep the warmth of their cum from spilling out of your pretty body. She’s unbelievably excited about that if the flex of her hips and strong steady hold is anything to go by. It’s a sweet gesture in the long run, keeping you in place so that the woman in front of you, grasping onto your lower thighs, can have an easier time using you for pleasure. 

And she is. Absolutely. 

Larissa’s porcelain skin is flushed pink with desire, spreading all the way down to the milky expanse of her bare chest. She’s huffing, her beautiful red lips parted with a sense of disbelief while her eyes, blown dark with an appreciative pupil, lock themselves onto the sensitive place where your bodies meet. She studies your venus mound, the soft curls wetted by your desire, and licks her lips without thought while you watch the hypnotizing roll of her torso. In and out… in and out… smooth and easy and deep enough to make both of you exhale soft moans and whimpers on each thrust. She doesn’t have the stamina Alcina does, but that’s why your draconic lover takes most of the force… and most of the resistance. Their difference in size, in moments like this, is terribly noticeable. You feel it in their hands, in the closeness of their chests and their heights, even while kneeling on the bed, and in the thick of their cocks as they grind into you from both ends. 

Filling all that they can, for all that they’re worth, and enjoying the sounds of your broken cries. 

“P-please- can’t!- Sens-sensitive!” You scream, vision blurring with hot tears as they continue their evil dance. 

Alcina is absolutely fucking punishing. You’re not sure how you’re going to walk comfortably come morning with the way she smacks against your backside. She’s obviously not shy and only finds a sick sort of enjoyment in your answering sobs whenever she whispers how tight you are for her. How desperate. Clenching around both of their lengths like a needy depraved little slut. 

And Larissa, who listens with sharp ears and responds with appreciative moans, can only watch and partake in her own lewd show as she sees the way Alcina hovers over you. Making eye contact with those golden fires, feeling adored beneath the heavy heat that comes with the constant stare your taller lover gives her. Eyes raking over the softness of her breasts, the hickies on the swell of her ribs, the golden curls at the base of her cock… Slightly smaller than Alcina’s, and tinged pink with delight as it moves in and out of you with fervor. Stretching with ease as you take her right to the hilt over and over and over. It feels like a piece of Heaven all on its own, plucked right from the stars, as Larissa looks up from beneath her lashes and bats her eyes at Alcina. Her cock throbs, wild with pleasure, as it fills you swiftly- and she takes that moment to pause. The lull barely has time to confuse you before Larissa is leaning closer, pressing your chests together in warm, hazy damp delight, so she can bring her lips right up to your-... shoulder. Over your shoulder. To meet the pull of Alcina’s body as her bountiful chest, soft and gentle, pins itself to the contours of your back. You can almost feel the heavy thump of her heart. 

“Kiss me, darling,” Alcina breathes quickly, her voice a deep pleasant rumble brushed against Larissa’s lips. They keep themselves inside of you, prolonging the ache in your body as they kiss. Slow and sensual, red lips opening and parting, pink tongues licking into each other with languid strokes. Eyes closed, suspended in bliss, throats bobbing with the most erotic moans. You can only watch, entranced and bewitched, as a strong shiver races down your spine. You quake in their shared hold and shift your gaze to see- Oh. Gold. Striking gold, glowing beneath a heavy lid, watching you with cloying amusement. It’s embarrassing to be seen in such a needy state, blushing and clenching and eager for whatever they can give you… you want to hide away, but you have nowhere to go. They’re so warm, so strong, and kissing so lovingly. 

Alcina’s eye closes as she loses herself in your other lover’s sweet mouth, and the desperation in your body only shoots to unbearable heights as the attention is stolen away.

“Please,” you whimper. Give it to me. Anything. Fuck me until I pass out and you can’t control yourselves anymore. Please. Anything. I love you. 

Larissa is the first to pull away. She’s slow, letting Alcina steal one last moan from her lungs, before she’s settling back onto her heels and licking the spit from her lips. Slow and appreciative. You figure they both taste like wine and sex and your body begins to squirm without much thought–completely taken by the envious nature that swells in your heart. 

Kiss me too. Please. Please, kiss me too. 

“Poor thing…,” your lover whispers, her breath like a cool balm against your heated skin. You nod immediately, trying to garner some appreciation, some sympathy, and lean your head back to rest on Alcina’s collarbone. She feels so strong behind you, still holding your legs without even a tremor in her forearms - and keeping you open for Larissa, who ducks to nuzzle against your neck. “Have we been neglecting you?” She asks in a murmur, the words flowing like individual pieces of silk from her cherry lips. 

You nod, quickly, and bring your hands up from your thighs to rest over her shoulders. A small tug has her settling closer, pressing so far into you that no space slips between your bodies. Chests kissing and hips locked, the sweat on her skin glistens beneath firelight. 

The hearth is proudly lit and burning away, flickering with shadows that dance across your sinful tango. Everything smells of perfume and sex and you’re eager to feel them moving again. Alcina is starting to hurt, aching so much within her nestled spot that you try to adjust - but her hands only dig into your thighs with renewed vigor. She doesn’t want you to escape. She doesn’t want you to leave. You feel the burn and you stay there for them, because tonight that’s your job. 

Larissa’s little pet. Alcina’s little fucktoy. That’s usually how it goes. 

And the sweet peck that the former gives you a moment later, lingering in the space between your eyebrows, sparks a little whimper to run from your throat. It’s a raw sound, betraying your need, and you watch as Larissa’s eyes soften. She is always so weak for you—never able to keep up the mean façade for very long. She can tease like a motherfucker, but the near punishing pace Alcina often sets is not something she can always adapt to. So she loves as she does now, kissing every bit of your face that she can reach, letting out soft moans that make your mouth water. And when you try moving to capture her lips, lazily twisting your head, she backs away. A terrible game of cat and mouse. A form of torture that has you in near tears because goddammit you just need them to DO something alread-

“Hngh!” A strained, choked sound, taken from the very depths of your eager soul, splits the heavy air.

It’s tinged with pain, overwhelmed with pleasure, as Alcina’s cock, in all of its big glory, drags out of your hole and slams back in.

“Fuck,” you hear her low murmur before the rest of her appreciation is drowned out by Larissa’s gasp. 

She’s clearly very sensitive, instantly shutting her eyes in undeniable bliss as the motions of your dance start up again. Alcina grinds easily, producing the dirtiest sounds as the meat of her thighs slaps against your ass. And no moan is stifled. No growl is hidden. She wants you to hear her. She knows how much it makes you throb, and when that happens, she knows it pleasures them both. And that’s part of it, of course. A common point of teasing. She pulls out certain reactions from you so you can please Larissa. Your sweet angel. Bucking her hips like she is now, a mad woman made by your own hands. White hair in disarray, chest painted in lipstick and light bruises, legs shaking with need. 

They stretch you so well… The perfect fits for your body. Even if it hurts. Even if, occasionally, you wince. It doesn’t matter. You’re just so warm… So easy… Constantly ready to drop to your knees if they ask. Always in the mood to give yourself up. It’s just as Alcina says:

“Such an eager little whore for your Mommies, aren’t you darling?” 

Yes. Yes, you are. 

“Mhm… Our pretty little cocksleeve…”

God, yes.

“Isn’t that right, Larissa? Such a good princess we have, hm?” 

The response is a deep purr. “Without a doubt, my love. So… oh gods, fuck… so obedient…”

Very. The most obedient. No choice but to be. Doesn’t matter. You’re a good princess. Best cocksleeve. All for them. Pretty Mommies…

Out there, you are more than this. You are something perhaps a bit more human. A bit more independently functional. You are expected to do things. Told to be mightier. Conditioned to work and provide and never rest.

But here… 

Oh here you are nothing but a means to an end. A hole to fill as your lovers, all red lips and aureate eyes crashing into sapphires, black and white hair in complete contrast, fuck you at their own paces. Staring at each other over your shoulder, hearts in their pupils, while they use you like the two-holed toy in between. Your pleas go unanswered. Your tears go unlicked.

They use your body like they’ve spent their whole lives waiting to. And your body accepts them. Eager for their care, their love, the heat that they want to fill you with.

“Cum with me, Larissa.” In your foggy haze, you hear Alcina pant. “Please,” she begs, a sweet sound you rarely get to hear, “Help me- hngfuckfuck- f-fill our little girl.” 

The term of endearment has you exploding in goosebumps, growing stiff with the amount of times your cunt squeezes around Larissa’s length in the span of only a few moments. It’s addicting, this position. This intimacy. The mind-numbing passion that follows in the wake of their rapid, eager thrusts. An easy tell for the bliss you’re about to feel. 

“Yes- yesyesyesyesyes!- Al-cina-!” Your fair-haired lover squeaks as she doubles over, presses her forehead into your neck, and pumps her hips erratically. The shiver flows through her veins and comes to a head, quick and hard, as she crumbles inside of you. 

Alcina, delighted by the show of those blue eyes rolling back in pleasure, follows without preamble. Her thrusts are mad, lost in their forgotten timing, and descend into short bursts of strength as she works herself all the way inside and finally gives into the electricity that floats into her body. 

The feeling of their breasts pressed to your front and back, heaving with the love you’ve given them, the Heaven that’s been taken, is enough to send you into a small orgasm of your own. It’s a weak pulse of your body, too tired and hazy to register anything but the thick warm cum that floods you. Spilling and spilling until you’re nearly certain that it’s all going to dribble out onto the length of their cocks as soon as they pull out, and then dirty the bedspread.

But really who gives a fuck about the bedspread? 

They’ll just buy another set, rich and expensive and softer than feathers. 

And then ruin that one too.

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Drops dead - Rip x

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[thegoodending-thelasttime]

average dimitrescu fic vs hallmark movies

are we really no better...

[naturesapphic]

May I request a lady dimitrescu x insomnia reader, Like sometimes the reader won’t sleep at all and Alicia helps them fall asleep?

Insomnia

Lady dimitrescu x fem!reader

Warnings:

It’s another one of those nights again where your insomnia was really kicking your ass today. You were lying awake in the shared bed you had with your wife alcina dimitrescu and you were watching her sleep soundly. You were jealous that alcina could fall and stay asleep so easily while it took you a long time to sleep or you just don’t get to sleep at all and feel tired all day.

You slowly got up and out of the bed and decided to get a glass of warm milk, usually drinking warm milk helps you get a bit drowsy which makes you fall asleep. You just hope that it will work tonight. When walking, you decided to check in on your three daughters and found them sound asleep in their separate beds.

Smiling to yourself, you closed the door and went downstairs into the kitchen and opened the fridge to get the milk. You poured some into a cup and heated it up for a little before carefully placing it on the counter to pour some raw honey into it and stir it around. You slowly drink it as you stand in the kitchen looking out the window, watching the moon.

You jumped when you felt a hand on your shoulder and you turn around to see your sleepy wife looking down at you. “Draga? What ever are you doing down here?” Alcina asked with a groggy voice as she rubs her eyes gently. “My insomnia is making me not sleep so I thought I could go down into the kitchen and fix me some warm milk with some honey to see if that would help me.” You explained to her.

She cooed at you and gently lifted you up into her strong embrace without spilling your drink and walked upstairs with you. “What are we doing alci?” You questioned her. “I’m going to help mea dragostea sleep of course.” She answered as she walks through the doors of y’all’s shared bedroom and put your cup down onto your nightstand.

She tucked you into bed and went into her side and instantly brought you into her arms. You laid your head onto her soft chest and she started running her fingers through your hair as she started to sing softly to you. You started to feel sleepy as her delicate fingers and voice made you fall into a deep slumber. You could always count on your sweet alcina to always help you, even if it’s falling asleep.

A/n: as I don’t have insomnia I hope I didn’t offend anyone who has it and if I made something up or wrong let me know! :) I hope @neicey2005 and the rest of y’all enjoyed it! Remember Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

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Day Twenty-Nine: Karl Heisenberg + BreathPlay

You were constantly reaching out for Karl's hand. Enjoying the rough feeling of his cussed-covered fingers against your much softer hands.

Karl didn't seem to mind either after the initial shock that someone was touching him. Wantingly touching. You walked hand in hand to meet with the family and sat side by side. Pressed into his side, but continuously your fingers were interlocked.

Hand in hand when you walked around in town, and as much as Karl hated the idea of being around less intelligent people than him. He allowed you to drag him down to the middle of town and walk around the shops before returning to the factory after a long day out.

That was not the only time you wished that you could hold his touch. You yearned for a hand to run smoothly down your back and sometimes rest at the bottom of your spine. You longed for the soft touch of his rough hand.

You are the exact opposite of Karl. You yearn for the touch of another, and Karl yearns to not be touched. Karl is okay with his lonely life before you came along, and he's just as content with living it how it is now.

Yes, you are confused because when you look at Karl, you don't see just a friend, someone to talk to when the nights are quiet, and the factory is slow. No, Karl is something else for you. A bright light at the end of the tunnel. He's what you yearn for.

So when the touch you yearn for splits and turns into a need that you have to fill, something twists within your mind. You start to stare off more. Staring at Karl's hands as he works on bits of metal together, or how he tightness things together on a soldat.

The one that as you biting your tongue and squeezing your thigh together is when his hands stretch out, his metal hammer flying into his hand. It's attractive all on its own. The bludge of his veins, the girth of his fingers, it all has you in a haze.

"Y/n? Are you even paying attention to what I'm talking about?" Karl's booming voice pulls you from your naughty thoughts of his hands. "Huh." You say a bit too loud, and he rolls his eyes, "Earth to Y/n, what's got you being a space cadet today?" He asks, intrigued by your glazed-over eyes and gap mouth.

Karl has never seen you like this, and he's seen you in many ways. Blood smeared across your cheeks. A mixture of your own and others, your shirt half tore due to lycans desperately in need of stitches. Bare skin that makes his heart race every time he catches a glimpse. Y/n had been off, and Karl had taken notice. Take notice of how your gaze drifted from his face, down his arms, and then finally landed on his hands.

"I'm just… it's all fine." You say to Karl, trying to push away the fact that you not only got caught but also have no idea you were spacing out. His stare is deathly; you're an open book for him to read as much as he likes.

"No… I don't believe you. I think you were off dreaming…" You shake your head, trying to push him away from the right path he's already on. "Don't shake your head at me now, buttercup. Better if you just fess up to what you were thinkin' about." You feel like a deer in headlights. Wide-eyed and easily scared off.

The silence is unsettling, "Oh, buttercup, you want me to guess instead." Smirking up a storm, you think that's rather a good idea, and then it's a bad idea. But there's nothing else you can do. If you say the words, then it's all too real, but if he guesses it, then it means Karl already knows.

"I think…" He says, getting up from the side of the table, heavy boots on the ground beneath you. "you have been very naughty…" With each punch of the words that fall from his mouth, his hands graze up your back like you've always wished for. "thinkin' about me, and my hands." You breathe in quickly. If it's due to his touch or his words, you'll never know.

"I bet you've thought up a bunch of dirty things." He whispers into your ear. His voice was rough and scratchy. "I bet you would love it if I just wrapped my hand around your throat and kept you right on the edge all night long." You moan as you feel his hand reach the base of the back of your neck. "Let me just sink my fat cock into your tight pussy, hmm, squeeze your throat so you stars." You whimper as you clench your thighs tightly, willing the ache to go away.

Then just like that, Karl is gone, walking back over to his side of the table. You're left like a puppy following its owner. Shock is written all over your face. "Oh, what do you want more buttercup." He mutters as he walks off and towards the direction of the bedroom.

You follow like a lovesick puppy would.

Completed on: 08/20/23

Posted on: 10/28/23

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Resident Evil Master List // House Heisenberg Master List // Kinktober '23

[ameliaylinen]

I’ve been busy working on a big project, so hears a sneak peek.

Ever just really love a fanfic that you have to have it as a book? Yep…

I’m book binding my favorite fanfic with some original illustrations to go with it ✨

[infamous-light]

Happiness Has Two Hands

Alcina Dimitrescu x Gender Neutral Reader

AO3: Happiness Has Two Hands

Word Count: 1.9K

Summary: While reorganizing the library, an unexpected secret of yours slipped out. Lady Dimitrescu's daughters couldn't resist the temptation to exploit this newfound knowledge.

The library, an expansive realm of knowledge and discovery, stood silent, interrupted only by the gentle rustle of pages from the book Daniela immersed herself in and the occasional crackle of the fireplace where Cassandra reclined. The scent of leather and aged parchment filled the air as you were engrossed in the meticulous task of reorganizing several books. With a careful hand, you retrieved each book, ensuring it found its rightful place among its literary companions.

As you focused on the titles and subjects of the books, Bela moved past you, her footsteps echoing softly against the carpet.

Bela, having walked past you, found herself near a shelf adorned with dusty volumes, her fingers delicately trailing the worn spines. The low light from the antique chandeliers caught the subtle glimmer in her eyes as she ran her hands over the weathered covers. She occasionally plucked a book from the shelf, inspecting it with a thoughtful gaze before returning it to its place.

Cassandra, on the other hand, lounged on a sumptuous chaise near the grand fireplace. The gentle crackling of the burning logs created a lullaby, coaxing her into a peaceful nap. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic pattern, and the warmth from the fire cast a soft glow on her features. The occasional flutter of a page turning nearby added a serene ambiance to the room.

Daniela was nestled in a cozy alcove with a particularly intriguing book in her hand. Her eyes were alight with wonder as she devoured the words on the pages. However, in her typical fashion, her attention wavered, and without warning, she closed the book with a resounding thud.

She sprang to her feet and abandoned the book on the velvet-cushioned chair. She began to wander the aisles, drawing closer to your location. Her eyes flickered over the shelves until her attention was ensnared by another book. She reached up, her fingertips tracing the detailed illustrations that adorned the cover.

As Daniela stood on her tiptoes to reach for the book, her sudden imbalance knocked over the nearby pile of books you were reorganizing. You instinctively lunged forward, your hands darting out to catch them mid-fall. Daniela, still regaining her balance, reached out to steady herself. In the process, her fingers brushed against your side in a fleeting moment of unintended contact.

The giggle that ensued broke the library's silence, drawing the attention of Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. Their eyes met across the room, sharing a moment of shared amusement at the unexpected turn of events.

“Are you ticklish?” Daniela asked slyly as she turned to face you.

“N-No,” you stammered, a subtle nervousness betraying your attempt at composure. “You just caught me off guard. That’s all.”

“Caught off guard, you say?” Bela quipped, a teasing glint in her eyes as she made her way toward you. “That doesn’t sound very convincing.”

Cassandra, intrigued, decided to contribute to the lighthearted banter. "Well, well," she chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It seems we've uncovered a secret that you neglected to share with us. How rude.” She feigned a pout in your direction.

“Indeed, a most unbecoming secret to keep from us.” Bela tsked, her voice carrying a tone of mock disapproval.

"Quite dreadful, isn't it?" Daniela remarked with a raise of her perfectly arched eyebrow. "Our dear servant hiding such interesting secrets from us,” she continued, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the coffee table nearby. Daniela leaned forward, her eyes shining in amusement. “What other surprises do you have to hide, I wonder?" She tilted her head in mock curiosity. Her grin suggested that the discovery of your ticklish nature had sparked a newfound interest in unraveling more of your delightful secrets.

"Well, now that we know the secret, what should we do about it?" Cassandra mused, her smile growing wider.

"I believe a closer examination is in order." Bela added with a smirk.

With a shared sense of purpose, they closed the distance, their laughter resonating throughout the library. Leading the charge was Daniela, intent to catch you in her clutches. Her fingers wiggled in the air, eyes gleaming bright with excitement.

"Let's see if our diligent servant can withstand the ticklish scrutiny." Daniela declared.

“Don’t you dare.” You warned, your voice laced with a nervous edge as you backed away from them. However, the twinkle in your eye betrayed the fact that, deep down, you were ready to embrace the impending ticklish onslaught.

“Aw, come now, little one. We only want to have some fun.” Bela crooned as she approached you with measured steps, her gaze fixed on you.

Cassandra, quick on her feet, circled from the other side, her fingers poised like a dancer's pirouette. “We won’t torture you much.” She emphasized the last word with a sickeningly sweet grin.

Pausing, you took a hesitant step back. Bela, ever watchful, noticed your uncertainty, and her lips quirked upward into a knowing smile. "You can try to run but you won't get very far."

Taking your chances, you spun on your heel and sprinted, intent on making a swift exit through the library’s main door. Unfortunately, your escape attempt was short-lived. Within a few steps, a pair of hands grabbed each of your arms and pulled you back with surprising strength. The momentum sent you tumbling onto a nearby chaise lounge.

In a matter of seconds, all three girls had you pinned down. Daniela had a firm grip on your ankles, rendering any escape attempts futile. Bela straddled your hips and hovered over you with an air of amused superiority. Meanwhile, Cassandra, positioned above you, had your wrists pinned on either side of your head, leaving you effectively trapped.

As you lay on the chaise lounge, their laughter filling the air, Bela leaned in, her smug smirk widening. "I told you that you wouldn't make it far."

Bela had her fingers poised above your sides. "Shall we see how ticklish they truly are?" She teased; her fingertips were tantalizingly close to your ribs.

Panicking, you began to plead. "Anything but the tickling, please!”

Cassandra, still holding your wrists, interjected, "Begging already? We haven't even started yet."

With a swift and coordinated effort, they began their ticklish onslaught. Bela's fingers glided over your sides, provoking fits of laughter, while Daniela's touch on your ankles intensified the sensory assault. Cassandra, maintaining her hold on your wrists, watched on with a twisted sense of glee.

Bela’s fingers skittered over your sides before deciding to venture into a more ticklish area.

Wearing a sly grin, she directed her attention to your underarms. Her nimble fingers launched a tickling expedition that elicited a new surge of laughter from you.

At the same time, Cassandra seized the opportunity to explore your forearms with devious delight. Her fingers traced intricate patterns along the sensitive skin.

“Please, stop! It tickles!” You cried out in hysterics, laughter bubbling uncontrollably as their fingers continued their merciless assault.

“That’s the point.” Cassandra chuckled, observing your disheveled state.

Amid the ticklish chaos orchestrated by her sisters, Daniela decided to add her own unique touch to the playful assault. She crouched down and removed your shoes, exposing your vulnerable feet to the impending tickle onslaught. As Daniela's fingers descended over the soles of your bare feet, a new wave of laughter erupted from you.

“No, please! No!” You gasped between fits of laughter, the strain on your stomach becoming more pronounced as the tickling persisted.

“Aw, are you out of breath?” Daniela mocked with a teasing lilt. “Poor thing.”

Amidst the laughter, you couldn't help but wriggle in a feeble attempt to evade the relentless tickling. The girls, however, were quick to adapt to your movements, maintaining their grasp and intensifying the ticklish sensations.

"Trying to squirm away, are we?" Cassandra mocked as her fingers trailed up your forearms.

In an abrupt and unexpected move, Bela’s fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt and made contact with the sensitive skin of your lower back. You gasped at the sudden sensation, a burst of laughter escaping your lips. Her fingers traced along the curves of your lower back, and you attempted to shake her off, but your efforts were met with amusement from Bela. Chuckling softly, she reveled in the sight of you squirming under her touch, the dance of your movements adding an extra layer of joy to the impromptu tickle fest.

Taking note of your reactions, Daniela abandoned your feet and shifted her attention to the area under your knees. Her fingers slid up your calves, coming to a deliberate pause at the bend of your knees.

“Wait, no, not the knees!”

But it's too late. Daniela's fingers teased along the delicate skin under your knees, unleashing a cascade of ticklish shivers through your body. Tears streamed down your cheeks as the sensation overwhelmed you.

“You're absolutely adorable like this,” Daniela said, her words accompanied by a wide grin. “Breathless and squirming uncontrollably, it suits you.”

“They do look cute like this.” Bela commented. Her fingers, light as a feather, traced unpredictable patterns along your ribs. The action elicited a sharp yelp from you.

As the tickle torture continued, the doors of the library swung open, drawing the attention of everyone. Lady Dimitrescu stepped inside and came to a halt as her gaze fell upon you all. She arched a perfectly manicured eyebrow, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement.

“What is happening here?” She asked, her tone laced with genuine curiosity.

Lady Dimitrescu’s heels clicked throughout the library as she approached the scene with measured poise. The corner of her lips quirked ever so slightly as she gazed down at you. You lay there amid the scattered books, breathless, with your cheeks flushed from the exertion of laughter.

“They dared to withhold a secret from us, Mother. It turns out they’re very ticklish.” Daniela said with a playful glint in her eyes.

“Oh?” Lady Dimitrescu tilted her head to the side.

Acting on a sudden mischievous whim, Daniela extended her finger and poked the sole of your foot. You squeaked at the unexpected touch.

“Please, my Lady! Help me!” You pleaded, the desperation in your voice reaching a high note.

A low, melodic chuckle rumbled from Lady Dimitrescu. She regarded you with an amused yet contemplative expression. To the surprise of everyone, she reached down and allowed the tips of her fingers to graze the side of your ribs. The gentle touch prompted an immediate eruption of giggles from you.

“No! Please!”

Lady Dimitrescu chuckled. “I never realized you had a ticklish side, my dear. Though, I must admit, finding this out has been rather entertaining.”

“You’re evil.” You playfully accused while catching your breath.

“I know.” She said with a self-assured smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Come on, girls. Release them. I believe you’ve tortured them enough.”

With that, they reluctantly relinquished their grip, freeing you from the clutches of their ticklish assault. They all gave you a grin as they left, each one giving you a lingering promise to continue the encounter. As they sauntered out of the room, their laughter lingered like a melodic echo, fading away.

A gentle touch on your shoulder interrupted your trance, drawing you back to the present moment.

“I believe it’s my turn to indulge in a bit of playful torment.” Lady Dimitrescu announced with a smirk.

As her words hung in the air, a blush crept up your cheeks and you couldn’t help but gulp at the prospect of being under her mercy.

[mellythesimp]

"What are we looking at now, hm? Something nice, draga?"

and while indeed there are nice views outside the window, Kaerie is more than sure that the view above her is way... exciting

[queensoybean0724]

Succession Chapter 28 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 28

Characters: Karl Heisenberg/female reader, Salvatore Moreau, mentions of Mother Miranda

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (dirty talk, blowjob, fingering, P in V, creampie, L-bombs, unprotected sex *wrap it up, kids*)

Word Count: ~3600

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters of Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction. Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter 28

The quiet that went along with the falling of snow was peaceful.  It wasn’t heavy snow; just a soft sprinkling of flakes sticking to the ones that already fell to the ground.  You sat in front of the large open door at the front of the factory, your knees to your chest, feet crossed at the ankles.  Your heavy coat, jeans, and shoes kept you warm as you looked across the expanse of white before you.  

The sound of the gate opening turned your attention to the left.  Moreau pushed it open wide enough to enter through and make his way up the snowy pathway to where you were seated.  You smiled at the man you had come to know as your friend.

“Hello, Salvatore!” you greeted, lifting your hand and waving.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he said, trudging up the pathway towards you, “it-it’s a little cold to be si-sitting out here, isn’t it?”

You shook your head no, but still pulled the coat tighter around your body.  “It’s not so bad.  I like watching the snow fall…it’s good to see you. I feel like it has been forever…”

“It has be-been a long time…” Moreau stuttered as he came to a stop before you, “where is Karl?”

“Oh, he’s in his quarters drawing some blueprints,” you answered, “I thought I’d sit out here and breathe in some fresh air…would you care to sit with me?”

“Oh, yes…thank you, Y/N,” he grinned.  

You tried not to stare as Moreau struggled to lower himself on his knees, his thin arms shooting out to catch himself on the ground.  He rolled and landed on his butt with a swift huff of air, sitting upright.  Your heart broke for him.  It couldn’t be easy for him to walk, sit, breathe, and do normal things people often took advantage of.  His contorted body looked to be painful with the fish constantly fighting his human side for dominance.  Moreau was so kind to you and he had a good heart and was compassionate…he didn’t deserve what had become of him.

“So, what have you been up to?” you asked, turning your attention from the snow to him.

“Oh, just tinkering around in my medical laboratory, trying to keep busy with experiments, and hoping to find something that will make Mother proud…”

Your jaw clenched at the name of the woman who took Moreau and Heisenberg’s lives from them.  She poked and prodded at them without their consent, performed an experiment in a delusional quest of bringing her dead daughter back to life.  This entire village had erupted into chaos, several lives taken in hopes of bringing back one.  It made you sick.

“Salvatore, have you told Miranda that I’m here?  Does she know that there is a survivor from the plane crash…hiding here?” you asked.

“Oh, no…I haven’t told her anything about you,” Moreau answered, “Karl always tells me…’if you tell Mother about Y/N…I’ll gut you like the fish that you are.’”

You rolled your eyes at Moreau’s paraphrasing.  “I appreciate your discretion, I really do.  Karl shouldn’t have threatened you like that, though.  He can be an asshole, but you know that better than I do, don’t you?”

Moreau chuckled.  “Brothers fight from time to time,” he said, “but h-he can be kind.  He’ll bring me things that he bought from the Duke and so-sometimes he’ll give me bodies that he has no use for…”

You looked over at Moreau, arching your eyebrow inquisitively.  “Wait…you know about what he’s doing here?” you asked.

“I have a th-theory or two,” Moreau said, “it’s another thing I don’t tell Mother of.  She would kill Heisenberg for sure if she found out.  And I think she would try and turn you into one of us if she found you here.  That’s why he keeps you locked away.  He cares for you an aw-awful lot.  I think he is afraid you might turn out like me…or like one of the lycans.”

You stretched your legs out in front of you, looking down at your hands pressed to your thighs.  They had balled into fists as you listened to Moreau talk about his suspicions of what Mother Miranda might have in store for you if she ever got her hands on you.

“Don’t worry,” Moreau continued, “Heisenberg won’t let anything happen to you…and neither will I.  I like you, Y/N…yo-you’ve always been kind to me.  Not many people treat me with kindness…even my family can be cruel most times.  But you’re different.  I’ll never tell Mother…you’ll be safe as long as you stay here…”

You smiled at him.  “You’re a good man, Salvatore.  You have a good heart.  You didn’t deserve what happened to you.  I know Karl can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, but you’re the closest thing to a brother that he has and even though he doesn’t show it often, I know he cares for you.”

Moreau smiled and looked out over the various piles of metal and junk accumulating snow over the front of the factory.  He stayed silent for a while as he watched the clouds roll overhead along the village.  You inhaled the crisp, cold air, enjoying his company, even without words being spoken.

*

Once Moreau left and locked the gate behind him, you pulled the doors shut, locking them as well.  You took the stairs towards Heisenberg’s living quarters, hoping that you had given him enough time to do some work.  If he was still working, you thought you’d grab a book and go somewhere quiet, or gather a pile of clothes to wash in the laundry room.

“FUCK!!”

The expletive that flew from Heisenberg’s mouth echoed down the hall.  You stopped short, straining to hear.

“God damn fucking cocksucking…fuck fuck fuck!!!!”

You walked quietly, coming to a stop at the open doorway.  Pursing your lips together so as not to rattle him any further, you peered inside.

Heisenberg ripped his hat from atop his head and tossed it across the table, his gloved hand running over his messy hair.  He hunched over a piece of paper, turning his pencil over to roughly erase a series of lines he had drawn.  With a growl, he pointed it back around and continued his scribbling.

“Karl?” you asked as softly and soothingly as possible, “is everything okay?”

He turned his head to look at you as you entered the room.  “Oh…” he mumbled, “...yeah, Y/N, I’m all right…it’s just my intelligent, brilliant, perceptive engineering mind has seemed to have fucked right off and gone on vacation!”  He took the pencil between his index finger and thumb and chucked it against the wall, it bouncing and clattering down to the top of the table.  “I swear to everything that is holy and unholy that if I do not correct these countless fucking errors that I have been running into in my lab, I will burn this factory to the ground around me!!”

You walked towards Heisenberg, coming up to the left side of him.  Leaning down, you wrapped your arms around his neck and laid a gentle kiss to his left cheek.  You felt the tension in his body lessen a bit, him taking a deep breath, releasing it slowly.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, giving his shoulders a squeeze, “how about you take a break for the day.  I know it’s still early in the day, but walking away for several hours, getting some rest, and relaxing with me might be a way for your mind and body to recharge…then you can begin again tomorrow.”

Heisenberg pushed his chair back from the table and turned it towards you as he removed his sunglasses and placed them on the table.  His hands went for your hips as you straddled him.  “Yeah, maybe so,” he grumbled, looking up into your face, “everything as of late has been fucked.  Experiments haven’t been successful, these theories and drawings have looked like something a child could draw in primary school…”

“No more…” you interrupted, swiping the pages into a messy pile, upending them, and placing them right side down on the tabletop, “don’t focus on anything work related.  Just relax, take some deep breaths, and focus on other things…”

Heisenberg followed your advice, closing his eyes and inhaling and exhaling slowly.  His hands rested on your hips, his fingers digging into your jeans.  “Well, buttercup…with you in my lap like this…I’m beginning to focus on something other than work…

You smiled as his eyes moved up and down your body, his hands moving to the front of your coat, gently pushing it off your shoulders.  You removed your hands from his shoulders and allowed him to push it down your arms, letting it fall to the floor.  “I can think of another way to help get your mind off your worries…”  Standing to your feet, you took a step back and leaned over, your hands on Heisenberg’s knees.

“And what would that be?” he asked, his voice deep and gruff.

His tongue slid over his lips as he watched you spread his legs and lower yourself to your knees.  Your hands went to his belt, fingers working to get at his hardening cock.  Heisenberg watched your face, a low groan coming from his throat when your tongue slid across your bottom lip.

“Y/N…” he moaned, leaning back as you undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down slowly.  You looked up into his gaze and you felt a flutter in your stomach.  His gloved hands were balled into fists and his jaw was clenched, waiting rather impatiently for you to continue.

Heisenberg muttered a curse through clenched teeth as you pulled his cock out of his pants.  One hand went to rest on the table next to him as the other reached up to slide across your cheek and your jaw.  You leaned down and slid your tongue across the tip of his dick, tasting the first droplet of pre-cum.

“God dammit, Y/N…” he breathed, his eyes closing and his head tilting back.  Your tongue skated in circles around the head, its movements slow and torturous.  His gloved hand went to the back of your head, caressing your hair.

“That mouth…that fucking mouth of yours, pussycat…god fucking dammit, I wanna fuck that mouth…” he growled.  You couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped your mouth as you closed your lips over the head of his cock, hollowing your mouth and sucking slowly.  Heisenberg’s back arched as he moaned, wanting more.  He was an impatient man at the moment; he wanted to bottom out and to feel himself bumping against the back of your throat.

You took your time, swallowing another inch of his length before pulling away and teasing the underside of his cock.  His jaw clenched again, more expletives slipping past his teeth.  He gripped your hair, pulling you closer and pushing more of himself into your mouth.

“Do you want to fuck my face, Karl?” you asked between licking up and down the length, “huh?  You wanna cum in my mouth and watch me swallow it down?”

“Yes,” he growled through gritted teeth, “I wanna hear you gag and pant…I wanna watch your head bobbing up and down with my fingers in your hair…”  He looked down and saw you looking up at him with eyes that were both innocent and sinful.  You wanted to help him relax and also get all of his frustrations out.

“Then do it…” you whispered, moving your mouth and taking the head past your lips.  Not missing a beat, his fingers gripped your hair and slowly pushed your head down.

You relaxed as his cock traveled deeper into your mouth.  Keeping your eyes on him, you watched as Heisenberg licked his lips, his hips lifting slightly.  He bumped the back of your throat before retreating, pulling your head back by the hair.

“Yeah…” he moaned, pushing you down again, further this time.  You gagged on him slightly before he pulled you back.  He kept the tempo slow for a few seconds before speeding up.

He grunted in time with his thrusts, pushing himself and pulling you down.  Tears sprang to your eyes, the noises coming from your mouth borderline obscene.  His lips parted, his sounds increasing as he fucked your mouth with ease.

“Take my cock, Y/N…that’s it…uhhh…uhhh…take my fucking cock…”

Your hands gripped his hips.  Tears slipped down your cheeks.  You breathed in and out through your nose, keeping your throat relaxed.  Heisenberg looked sexy and rough as he used you.  He pulsed in your mouth, his moans and grunts getting louder and louder.

“I’m gonna…cum…almost…there…oh fuck, baby…take it…god dammit!”

You swallowed and hollowed your mouth, watching in awe as Heisenberg’s mouth dropped open, his head flying back.  He shouted as he came, the salty taste spilling down your throat.  You continued to swallow, your fingers digging into his pants.  His hips pushed forward, his fingers slowly untangling from your hair.  He struggled to regain his breathing, shivering from aftershocks.

“Fuck me,” he panted, looking down at you as he pulled your head back, his cock falling from your lips, “that mouth of yours is amazing…”  You smiled up at him, wiping the edges of your mouth.

With lightning fast speed, he pushed you to the floor, pressing his body on top of yours.  You squealed and laughed, bucking your body to meet his.  Heisenberg was swift, taking both of your wrists in his hands and pinning them up above your head.

“Oooooh Karl…” you moaned, looking up at him as he took one hand and held both of yours down.  He chuckled under his breath as the other hand slid down your body, stopping at your breasts.  You moaned and arched your back as his gloved hand groped and squeezed, running his thumb over your nipple hardening under your clothes.

“Since you gave me the single greatest blowjob of my life,” he murmured, his hand moving down your side, “I’m going to make you feel good, too…”

You tilted your head back as Heisenberg went to the front of your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them.  Your thighs parted and your hips lifted as he pushed his hand down your panties, his middle and index fingers finding your clit.

“Karl…” you moaned loudly.  His eyes remained focused on yours as he rubbed your soaking wet pussy, circling your clit.

“This pussy of yours is constantly drenched,” Heisenberg marveled, “I’ve barely touched you and look at how wet you are…”

His fingers worked you into a frenzy, rubbing one way before using his index finger to flick your clit up and down.  The area was sensitive as you wriggled under his hand, both wanting more and the sensations being too much to handle.

“Karl…please…keep going…rub my clit…oh my god, it feels so good…” you pleaded, looking up at him.  Heisenberg grinned down at you, running his tongue along his teeth like a hungry wolf.

“You like that, doll face? Huh?  You gonna cum on my fingers?” he asked teasingly.  His fingers pressed harder on your clit, circling around and around faster.  Your mouth dropped open as you arched your back.

“If you keep rubbing it just like that, yes, I will…” you moaned.

“Dirty girl…dirty, dirty little pussycat…”  He lowered his lips to yours, hovering, barely touching your lips.  When you lifted your head to kiss him, he pulled back, a sadistic smile on his face.

“Mmmm…Karl, please…kiss me…make me cum…oh fuck, yes…”

“I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers…then make you lick your wetness clean off my gloves…how does it feel with my rough gloves on your sensitive clit?” he murmured, his eyes looking down at yours, your pupils blown and your lips quivering underneath his.

Your hips gyrated uncontrollably, desperate for release.  Every moan and whimper from your mouth made Heisenberg hard.  He wanted you…wanted to feel your pussy pulsing around his cock.

“Cum on my fingers…then you’ll cum on my prick…” he ordered, his fingers quickly rubbing you with added pressure.

“KARL!!” you shouted, tossing your head back.  Your arms tugged at his hand, wanting to pull away and wrap around his body, but he was stronger than you.  His grip on your wrists was firm; there was no getting away from him.

His lips attacked your exposed neck, kissing and licking your skin.  Your hips bucked against his hand, the feel of your release rising.  It was within reach…you were hurdling closer and closer to oblivion.

“Cum for me, little pussycat,” Heisenberg whispered, his tongue trailing up your neck and to your ear, “cum for me…all for me…”

Your body arched and grew taut before you finally broke.  Your orgasm washed over you fast and forceful.  He moaned in appreciation as you trembled and quaked under his body, admiring the symphony of whines and gasps you made.

“Oh fuck…” you moaned loudly, squeezing your thighs together.  He kept his fingers pressed to your clit, letting you milk every last bit of pleasure from his skilled digits.

“Now…” Heisenberg murmured into your ear, pulling his gloved hand from your jeans, “suck yourself from my fingers.”  He moved his index and middle finger past your lips and watched with unflinching attention as you sucked and rolled your tongue around them, tasting the mixture of your cum and the leather of his gloves.  “God damn, Y/N…” he marveled softly.

Once he pulled his fingers from your mouth, he sat up on his knees, quickly removing his trenchcoat and the three items always dangling from his neck.  “Take off your clothes,” he commanded, “I’m going to fuck you until we both pass out…”

You sat up and removed your shirt and bra before lying back down, pushing off your jeans, panties, and shoes.  Heisenberg ripped his buttoned up shirt down the middle, a few buttons flying off in the process.  You giggled as you helped him remove his undershirt and pushed his pants further off his hips.  You laid back down on the floor as he shoved his pants down to his ankles, too impatient to take the time to remove them and his boots.

“My lovely Y/N…” he moaned as he spread your legs, aligning his hips to yours.  You wrapped your limbs around him, reveling in the feel of his skin pressed to yours.

“Bottom out inside of me, Karl,” you begged, “all the way…”

Heisenberg growled as he pushed inside of your sopping wet cunt.  Every time, every fucking time he slid inside of you was unbelievably exquisite.  The way your eyes widened and looked up at him…he had never been gazed upon in that way before you.  He loved that look on your face, knowing that he was the one that brought that out of you.

“Y/N…uhhh fuck…” he moaned, kissing you deeply.  Your tongue stroked and circled his own as you clung to him, the sweat on his skin fusing with yours.  Skin to skin, the two of you slid against each other, your bodies bumping, gyrating, quivering together.

“I love you, Karl…” you moaned, “don’t stop…please…I’m yours, Karl…”

“You’re mine…” he breathed, kissing along your jaw, “...all mine, Y/N…all fucking mine…”

His hips pumped faster and harder, his cock tunneling deep into your cunt.  Your thighs tightened around his hips as you pulsed your walls rhythmically around him.  He shouted and arched his back at how tight you felt.  This, he thought, is the closest thing to heaven he would ever experience.

“I wanna make you cum again, Karl,” you panted, looking up into his eyes, “please…cum inside me…”  Your hands went to his hair, pulling the strands out of his face as your fingers dug into his scalp.

Bracing the palms of his hands on either side of your body, his hips collided with yours over and over, the steady slapping sound mixing with his growls and your voice pleading for him not to stop.  The two of you became louder and louder.  He was on autopilot, desperate to reach the pinnacle and jump off the edge, taking you with him.

“I want you to cum with me…” he said gruffly, moving his gloved hand between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit.  He rubbed hard as he thrusted fast.  You squealed and trembled, still so sensitive from his fingers.  

One hand stayed tangled in his hair as your other hand dug into his back, holding onto him tightly, arching, writhing.  He was close, but he wouldn’t indulge himself until you did first.

You released a shrill shout and tossed your head back as you came around his length, your walls pulsing involuntarily.  Sweat slid down your skin.  Your cheeks flushed red.  Everything around you was hazy…all you could think of was him barreling inside of you.

“FUCK, Y/N…FUCK!!!!” he bellowed, cumming hard, his hips pressed to yours.  He couldn’t stop, the waves hitting him again and again.  The feel of you under him…it was fucking magnificent.  Nothing could pry his body off of you.

Pulling his body down to you, you held him close, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him.  He nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing heavily.  The both of you quaked together on the floor, enjoying the remainder of your orgasms.

“I love you, Karl…” you whispered, turning your face to kiss along his temple and forehead.

“I love you, too…” he said, moving to press his lips to yours, “nothing and nobody will tear you away from me…”

[theauthor2103]

Sneak peek into the next chapter. Get a towel ready ;)

“Her breasts danced back and forth from your hips smacking into her and you reached forward, grabbing them and squeezing her nipples. Alcina let out a whimper and knelt down even more, letting you take full control over her and continued moaning out. “Uh, uhhhh, ohhh, yes! Oh yes darling, yes, yes, yes! Please, harder!”

Are you ready for the next chapter of The Color Crimson?

[crow-raven-crow]

Hey it's me again 👋 the one who asked for Donna Beneviento.

I know she's a shy babe and mostly in the fics I see her like sub?But I can't get enough to see her other side.We want it! We need it!

Can you do something like reader's been teasing her extremely (clothes,talks, actions,etc..) knowing she will only turn red but r seem to pushes her a little too far and ended up facing dominant Donna? Like punish sex and maybe aftercare.

Thanks for reading

-BB 🤍

𝐁𝐞 𝐀 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥..

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+]

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𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~2.8k 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff, established relationship, NSFW, dom!Donnna, sub!Reader, teasing, pinning, marking, scratching, begging kink, slight degradation, slighting biting, oral sex, vaginal fingering, edging paired with slight orgasm denial, alludes to future sex

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see above

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You pulled the key from the door as you stepped inside, a soft creak emitting from the hinges as the heavy door swung open, revealing the foyer. You guided your hand out slowly, gesturing the doll maker inside as you held the door open for her. Your shared laughter echoed through the halls, absorbing themselves within your shared home.

The golden glow emanating from the candles that hung on the chandelier casted an enchanting light within the home, bringing out the deep mahogany of the polished wood that made up most of the home. The age of the home brought a comfort out within it, the wood absorbing the flickering flames and creating a warmth that served as a refuge from the snow that sat beyond the walls.

Once the door shut behind you, your gaze met Lady Beneviento's, the spark found swirling within them making a smile creep onto your lips. Her veil was already discarded to the side and her hands were held out in front of her expectantly. You stood for a moment, blinking in confusion as you took in the sight of her before you. Her soft laugh broke the silence before she stepped behind you and smoother her hands up your sides and to your shoulders, filling your body with a newfound heat. "Your coat, amore mio.."

Her fingers worked themselves underneath the layer of fabric, gently pulling the coat from your shoulders and handing it on the rack behind her. You grabbed one of her hands as she turned around, pulling her slowly over to you before meeting her lips in a sweet kiss. You felt her relax under your touch, the dinner you both had just been at fading away from her mind as she relished in the safety that you brought to her.

Pulling her from her trance, you guided her into the living room. As you backed away, you watched how she took in each of your movements - the sway of your hips, the effortless grace of your arms, the never ending smile that sat upon your face. To her, each aspect was a manifestation of beauty, causing her heart to swell with admiration for you.

Shifting the pin of the record player made a small gasp leave her lips, the familiar sound of her favorite song starting to play filling the manor. The notes shifted through the air as you came back to her, the satisfaction in her figure mirroring the joy found within her eyes.

"I figured it would be nice to end off a nice dinner with a dance, if you'll have me?" Your hands traced a gentle path up her dress, massaging her shoulders before wrapping your arms around her, successfully pulling her in and starting off the small sways.

"Such a doll for me, hmm?"

"I try."

Soft laughter bubbled from your chests, the love found within you two creating a lightness in the room. Her arms circled around your waist, drawing you closer. Her fingers scaled a tantalizing path down your body, completely away for the garments you showed her beneath the thin fabric only house earlier. The room, though charged with affection, carried the increasing weight of desire as the two of you continued to dance.

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You had called her into the bathroom, the black dress you wanted to wear hanging just behind you as you finished off your makeup. As you put away the various products, you rose from the vanity seat, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you heard the click of her heels get closer and closer. It added a sense of anticipation to the air, each step echoing a promise of a tease for her, a promise of the sweet surprise you had for her.

"You called, am-" Her steps came to an abrupt halt, seemingly frozen in the doorway as her eyes raked in your exposed figure. The choice of dark green lace was a deliberate one, allowing one of her favorite colors to swirl around your skin. The lace, starting from secure straps, gradually faded out, growing thinner yet framing your breasts and hips perfectly. Your paired it with matching garters, deciding that stockings would add a nice touch given the dress's slit, which teasingly exposed your legs. You saw the desire starting to burn behind her eyes, and you knew you had gone with the right choice.

"Cat got your tongue, my lady?" Your tone was laced in a tease, being sure to add a sway to your hips as you slowly made your way over to her. Your hands found their place on her hips, your eyes drinking in the slight of her as she was already ready for the dinner ahead of you. Tracing a hand up her figure, you made a slow path between her breasts, along one of her collarbones, and delicately along the column of her throat, easily pulling a shiver from her. You rested a finger underneath her chin, tilting her head slight to meet your gaze. "Or am I just as much of a distraction as I planned to be?"

"Wh-Whats-" She cleared her throat, focusing all the energy within her to not break your gaze, "What's the occasion, doll?"

"Oh, nothing.." You brought your lips to her ear, whispering before littering kisses down her neck. "Just wanted you to know exactly what was underneath my dress while we sit for hours at dinner.."

You quickly pulled away, bringing any and all traces of yourself against her with you, before grabbing your dress and presenting it to her. "Could you help me put it on?"

She took it from your fingers while giving you a nod, undoing the zipper along the back as you turned around. She pulled it over your head, being sure that your arms could easily go through the thick straps of the dress before pulling the rest of it down your body. Her fingers lingered against your hips underneath the fabric, the cool touch against your skin making a small shiver shoot through you. You felt as she took hold of the zipper, slowly pulling it up and covering the skin that only she was allowed sight of, before resting her hands back against your hips.

"Thank you, my love.. Are you ready to leave?" You turned around in her hold, a smile coming to your lips before you kissed her own.

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Small chatter turned into a comfortable silence, though there was still an undercurrent of excitement coursing between you two. She lifted her arm up above you, your hand in hers, and prompted you to spin. You did, or attempted to do so, but your heel got caught on a bump in the carpet beneath you. Within the moment, the misstep led to a tumble, and you found yourselves on the floor, laughter filling the room as a blush rose to both of your faces.

You landed on top of her, her arms wrapped securely around you to prevent you from getting hurt. After the laughing had died down, you pulled yourself up a bit, kissing up her neck before planting a soft one against her lips. The blush against her cheeks deepened at your actions, a wave of heat running through both of your bodies as the desire in the room only grew.

You watched as her eyes moved against your form, moving from your dark painted lips, to your dress straps falling off your shoulders, to the sight of your breasts pushing beyond the fabric of your dress - the fall pulling your dress down and uncovering more of your skin. You brought your lips down to her ear, the warmth of your breath traveling against her skin as you spoke, "Like what you see, my lady?"

Maybe it was the suggestive tone of your voice, the pull of your dress, the teasing actions that had been building for hours, but it all caused something within her to snap. The grip she had on your hips tightened as you finished your sentence, causing your breath to hitch, but it didn't prepare you for the other side of the doll maker that you were about to face.

Within an instant, your back was against the floor, hands pinned above you by your wrists as one of her knees settled between your legs. You looked up at her in shock, though it easily morphed into an expression of desire as her lips trailed up your neck, leaving lingering kisses and mirroring the action you had done just moments before. The heat of her breath coursed around your neck while her other hand traveled along your body, pulling fabric out of the way, squeezing and scratching your skin in the claim to be hers.

"You're right.. I do love what I see.." Her voice was low, thick with the lust and desire that had been swirling within her for hours. It didn't falter, didn't stutter as she spoke, a newfound dominance running through her veins and driving her actions. It made a delicious heat begin to pool between your legs. "I think it's just about time you've been taught a lesson.. Isn't that right, doll?"

Your breath hitched, her words making your thighs shut in an attempt to gain some sort of friction, only to make you let out a loud whimper when her knee prevented such. You watched as she pulled away, her lips turning into a smirk as she watch you wreath beneath her. She brought her lips to yours but didn't indulge you in a kiss just yet. They ghosted above yours, mere centimeters apart as she spoke against your lips, "I could get used to a view like this.."

You could only image what you looked like beneath her - shocked, flushed, filled with desire, desperate.. Desperate for her, her touch, her lips, her tongue.. A part of you loved that she enjoyed it, causing a raging flame to ignite inside of you.

You tried pushing yourself up to meet her lips, only for her to pull away at the last second. Amusement filled her features, a wonderful darkness filtering over her eyes that made your core throb. She slowly made her way back to your lips, resting just above them. The close proximity always seemed to make your heart race, the organ hammering in your chest hard enough that you were sure she could feel it against her own. Her perfume made you dizzy with lust, only adding to your arousal as she took over all of your senses. Your voice was breathy, lost in your throat, just above a whisper as you spoke, as you begged for her. "Please, Donna… please-"

She crashed her lips into yours, finally giving you the beginnings of what your craved, stealing all the breath from your lungs and devouring the moans and whimpers that escaped your throat. You felt her tongue brush against your bottom lip only for her to take your bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it as she backed away slightly.

The look of pure desire she was throwing at you only mirrored your own - dark eyes fluttered against each others features behind half lidded eyes, cheeks and chests flushed a pink hue, chests heaving to catch breaths that were willingly stolen away..

Her lips met yours again, but only for a few moments. They trailed down your jawline, plump lips meeting your neck and leaving deep marks against it. You threw your head back as a moan tore through your throat, your back arching as you felt her fingers rubbing against your clit above the fabric of your undergarments.

She continued to kiss down your body, her hands letting go of your wrists and allowing your hands to immediately meet her shoulders. A growl left her throat as she met the fabric of your dress, annoyed with the barrier between her and the rest of the body. She moved quickly, picking you up and bringing you up the stairs to your shared bedroom as one of her hands worked on the zipper of your dress.

The door slammed shut behind her, your body quickly landing on the bed as she pulled the dress off of you. You backed up until your hands met the pillows behind you, watching as the goddess pulled her own dress of her body.

Her pale skin was illuminated by the moon, her body shining in beauty before you. She took her place back above you, hands running along the edges of your lace bra before her lips met your collar bones again.

You were getting drunk on her as she hands smoothed over any and all of your skin. She teeth nipped at your skin, tongue soothing over the marks after pulling away. One of her hands made their way to your back, unclasping your bra and tossing it somewhere within the room.

Her tongue traced over your right bud, making your back arch, only for her to take it in her mouth moments later. Her other hand toyed with the other, smoothing over the bug until both were in stiff peaks. She littered marks across your chest, making sure to give the other bud the same amount of attention before moving kissing down your stomach.

You felt her hand back at your core, her touch light enough against the fabric that it was purely a tease. You bucked your hips slightly, only for her to bite your thigh in response, trailing her tongue over it right after. She did this again and again until she thought you were going to behave, her lips planting a kiss against your mound before she slowly started pulling the fabric down your legs.

She worked at an agonizingly slow pace, lips kissing down one leg and up the other before you felt her tongue lick through your folds. The action made you take in a sharp breath, only for it to get lost in the moan that tore through you. She worked her tongue in and out of you, collecting your juices and moaning at the taste, the vibrations shooting through your body and making a familiar knot form in your lower abdomen.

Your fingers dug into the sheets beneath you as she took hold of your thighs, locking your hips in place as her tongue licked up your slit, only to start circling your clit immediately after. You felt one of her hands shift along your leg, the touch moving underneath your thigh before nimble fingers circled your entrance.

They dipped into your core, the stretch quickly turning into a dangerous pleasure as they pumped in and out of you. They curled in a way that made you see stars, brushing against the spongey spot within you and making moans spill from your lips with ease. Your body burned for her touch, your walls clenching around her fingers and making her groan at the feeling of you.

Her fingers picked up speed, her lips wrapping themselves around your sensitive bud and sucking at the same time. You felt your thighs begin to shake with your impending orgasm, the coil within you tightening a dangerous amount only for you to be left on a high.

She stilled her actions, kissing down your thighs while she looked up at you. Your breathing was heavy, your breasts rising and falling with each intake as you tried to ground yourself from a peak that was taken from you. Just as you were about to speak, her tongue circled your clit again, her fingers moving at a brutal pace as she aimed to give you what you oh so craved..

With every thrust of her fingers you were pushed harder and harder against towards the edge. You felt your mind grow hazy with desire, the amount of lust coursing through you making you putty in ecstasy's hold.

Your knuckled turned white at your hard grip on the sheets, your throat growing sore as she pulled loud moans and whimpers from your chest, her pace never slowing.

Your thighs shook on either side of her head, your climax slamming into you and making you moan out her name. Your body shuddered with the wave of pleasure that consumed you as she helped you rise out for first orgasm of the night.

She gently pulled her fingers from your core, your half lidded eyes watching her taker her fingers into her mouth and lick them clean. Her lips trailed up your body, the gentle touch of her lips making your heart soar before she met your own.

When she pulled away, her eyes met your own, desire still prominent within them. "Don't think for a second that I am done with you tonight, amore mio.."

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𝐚/𝐧: OKAYYY?? OKAAYYYY AHHAHAH this served as a reawakening of my RE8 brainrot and i dont know what to do this was so fun holy fuck but also holy fuck? 😏

first donna fic done teehee. i might write for her more because she is such a beautiful character, but like all the lords of RE8 i wish they did so much more with them. there is so much backstory and lore missing and i just NEED a whole game or something released just for them. you cant make these characters interesting as hell and only give us crumbs when it comes to their lore

i loved playing around with this side of donna. she is so quiet and shy within the game that it's always interesting for me to see how she can be portrayed

i hope you all liked it! I'm sorry it took me a hot minute to get here, lovely anon;; but i really enjoyed writing this one

xx,

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰

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[much2leite]

Is anyone else fearful of angst fanfics and avoids them? I'm already sad, don't make me sadder 🥺🥺

And the thing is, the better the angst fic, the worse it feels 🤕

How do I justify this to my therapist? "I read an amazingly written angst fic about the fictional character I'm obssessed with, welp"

[blood-red-ocean]

Alcina Dimitrescu X Sick (Fem) Reader

As requested by @alcinaslittlemaid! I hope you feel better soon ♥️

(I wrote this on my phone at volunteering so please excuse any typos/formatting/grammatical errors! I'll fix it at home if I need to.)

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Category: F/F

Relationships: Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader

Word count: Approx. 1000 words.

Summary: You've come down with one hell of a flu, and you find yourself plodding to Alcina's quarters for comfort. Fluffiness and soft Alcina care ensues.

The Lady's bed dwarfed you as you lay in the centre of it, drowning in blankets and your own misery. When you'd awakened that morning, you felt like you'd been used as a chew toy for a Lycan, every muscle and joint in your body aching. You barely remember waking up in your own bed and miserably trodding out of your room and down the halls, blanket wrapped around you as a cape - what you did remember was your surprise when you entered the Lady's chambers, crawled into her bed, and were met with no strict words or resistance, only with an arm draped over you and a surprisingly soft voice. 

"Oh, draga... You truly aren't faring well, are you?" She had said, her voice breaking through the sickness-induced brain fog and prompting you to nuzzle into her embrace. She chuckled softly and you vaguely mentally registered her brushing some of your hair away from your face, tutting as her fingertips brushed your forehead. "You're positively burning up... We can't have you roaming the Castle in this state, now can we?"

You shook your head and coughed a little, wincing as your lungs protested the action. The Lady had tucked the numerous blankets around you as you hid your face your face in her embrace, her fingertips alternating between running through your hair and running up and down your spine. She hummed thoughtfully, murmuring to herself as you slipped in and out of a light doze. 

"Miranda, maybe...?" She paused. "No, Miranda wouldn't work. Donna, perhaps... Draga mea?" She was speaking to you now, and you didn't lift your head, just made a small sound of acknowledgement. "I need to retrieve something. It's of... Vital importance. Be a brave little thing and stay here, yes?"

If you had been more present, you would have noticed the lilt in her voice, and pieces together that she wasn't going to retrieve something for herself. As it was, you were exhausted and your mind was consumed by brain fog, and you could only whimper as she pulled away from you. She shushed you and caressed your cheek, whispering to you. "Do not fret, Iubita mea. I will return before you realise I've left. Be a good girl and stay here, for me."

And stay there is exactly what you did. The blankets covering you were heavy and soothing, the scent of the Lady's perfume making your senses come alight - or at least as well as they could, with your nose blocked. The crackling from the fire in the corner echoed around the room, gently lulling you back to sleep every time you woke up. Your sense of time was shaky in your sick state, and you weren't sure how long it had been since the Lady left the room. Just as you were thinking maybe you should drag yourself from the blankets and back to your own bed, the door swung open and the familiar sound of her heels on the hardwood floor blessed your ears. The sound came closer and there was a shuffling, followed by the bed dipping beside you. You distantly felt her hands patting the pile of blankets on top of you gingerly, and suddenly you felt them slip under you, pulling you from your little cave. 

"Now, now," she murmured in response to your indignant grumbling. "None of that. Come here, draga." 

She pulled you into her lap, where you curled up into her, your hand gripping the collar of her nightgown to keep her there. You closed your eyes and pressed your face into her, but not before you caught a glimpse of what she had brought in with her. Beside the two of you on the bed was a wooden tray, bearing an assortment of pastries, fruits, some honey and two cups of tea. One of them looked like regular herbal tea, and the other seemed to almost shimmer. You made a confused noise in the back of your throat and looked up at her. 

"That, dragostea mea, is a concoction of Donna's own creation." She lifted the cup to her nose and inhaled deeply. The sight of the teacup in her larger than ordinary hands made you smile weakly. "It is a combination of healing herbs, some roots, and some berries for sweetness. Come, draga." She held the cup to your lips and added, "It will make you feel better. You have my word."

You placed your hand over hers and obediently sipped the steaming liquid, blinking in surprise as the mixture of spices and sweet, tart berries exploded on your tongue. You kept drinking, the Lady rubbing your back and murmuring to you in Romanian as you did so. When the teacup was empty she pulled it away and replaced it with a sweet pastry, which you nibbled on thankfully. True to her word, you started to feel better, your mind clearing along with your sinuses. You realised with renewed clarity where you were and you blushed deeply, attempting to sit up. 

"I-- Thank you for looking after me, my Lady. But I--"

"What did I tell you about calling me that, prințesa mea? You can call me by my name. It's okay." 

"Alcina," Using her name felt powerful, intimate. "I really should be returning to my quarters, I should rest--"

"Nonsense." Alcina held you closer to her, her grip around you tighter. She smiled sweetly at you. "You have a raging fever, ursuleț. No, no, I really do think you need to stay here. You need to be properly taken care of." 

You didn't have it in you to argue, or even think about leaving her arms. You closed your eyes and let yourself slump against her, and you felt yourself drifting off again as she ran her fingers through her hair and rocked you, singing a lullaby in soft Romanian - singing you softly to sleep. 

[poisonousash]

How Ethan is portrayed in ship fics:

Mithan

Alcithan

Winterfield

Lethan

Wintersberg