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Tell Me I’m The Best

Tomie x wlw!Reader Drabble

I just want her y’know. Y’know?

TW for probably unhealthy relationship dynamics, possessiveness and jealousy. NSFW implied

You were sprawled in a stupidly large, comfortable bed, fluffy comforters almost devouring you. Music played softly over a radio placed on a dresser across the room, along with the soft hum of the bedrooms overhead fan slowly whirling in steady circles. The room was a mess, clothing and makeup haphazardly laying around. Several juicy gossip column magazines had been thrown around here and there. You had one such magazine in your hands, lazily reading the salacious dramatized versions of the latest love lives of the rich and famous.

You were in the room of your… well. It was hard to describe what you were. Girlfriend didn’t sound right, and lover sounded stupid. Situationship, maybe? Friends with benefits except you don’t see anyone else? There wasn’t a name for being gal pals with a creature who regularly twisted men to her will, driving them mad with desire and in turn often getting herself maimed in horrific ways.

She was a monster, countless murders were because of her. What she even was was never spoken about. You weren’t sure if even Tomie knew. You knew there were… others of her. She had been very displeased in disclosing that, as if you would run off to find another Tomie. Of course there wasn’t a chance you would ever do something stupid like that. For whatever reason she decided you would be who she let hold her at night when she was so sought after, you counted yourself as the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. Not saying she didn’t have her ‘quirks’.

“You’re really reading that when I’m standing right here?” A shrill voice broke the lull, sharp and commanding. Lowering the magazine to look at the source, the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen was standing at the end of the bed with her hands on her hips. There she was… Tomie. The girl of everyone’s dreams. And boy, did she look pissed.

Her perfect face scrunched up as she glared down at you. You just stared at her for a moment before using your quick thinking to deduce why she was mad (this time). Ah, of course…you hadn’t watched her the second she came back into the room and dared to look elsewhere.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to read now.” You responded sarcastically, clearly not phased by her attitude. You were used to it.

“You should be sorry. I’m standing here before you, and you don’t even look up? You’d rather have your nose buried in a stupid magazine?” She responded with a huff and a roll of her eyes. You bit back telling her it was her stupid magazine in the first place, “What could be so interesting, huh?”

After that, you were jostled as she flopped into the blankets next to you. You laughed as she had to shimmy & roll a bit to get over to you. She was wearing comfortable clothes, a simple tank top and shorts that showed off her pristine skin. It was always a wonder to you how she had no scars despite the wounds you had seen her with. She has no obvious marks on her skin besides the beauty mark near her eye. God, you loved that beauty mark. You loved all of her.

Tomie looked disdainfully at the trashy magazine before snaking her way into your arms, head on your chest as she got into a position so she could read with you as you held the magazine out for the both of you. She was cold, her hand resting on your stomach where your shirt had ridden up. You didn’t know if she did it on purpose, but she gently let the tips of her fingers slide under your shirt, just enough to rest her whole palm over your lower stomach. It gave you butterflies.

The two of you read through the magazines pages, laughing and gasping appropriately at the drama. You would both make comments (hers far crueler than yours) about people’s outfits. When it came to a page of particularly beautiful women in a fashion show, you feel Tomie’s eyes slide to you. This was definitely a test and you passed by quickly turning the page. Regardless, Tomie was tired of sharing your attention with the pictured women and she took the magazine out of your hands, propping herself up on her elbow besides you. She tossed it to join all of the other discarded items on the floor.

“Enough of those cheap girls. You don’t need to look at them when I’m here.” She was right. You looked over at her, opening up your arms a bit more to invite her further into your space. She leaned forwards, lips brushing yours. Her lipgloss smelled like cherries, her silky hair spilling towards you. Everything about her was intoxicating.

Your lips pressed into hers and she immediately sprung her trap. Sitting up, she pressed her palms against your shoulders to pin you to the mattress as she pulled away from the all too short kiss. Slinging her leg over your body, she sat on your stomach. It was a little uncomfortable but you were certainly not going to complain. After she was in position, she looked down at you triumphantly. If she was a spider, you were a willing fly walking into her web.

“There we go. Now you’re looking at me, as you should be.” Her manicured nails gently caressed your face as you were looking up at her in clear admiration. “Well? Are you going to say something or just stare at me?”

“What can I say besides what you already know?” That was a rhetorical question. You knew damn well she wanted to - needed to - hear you shower her in compliments. “That you’re gorgeous? More stunning than any of those girls in that magazine.. no, in any magazine.”

In response, Tomie hummed on top of you, her nails now grazing down your throat to run over your collar bone. It was also not missed how she lowered herself more onto you, giving a slight grind against you. That was encouragement if you’d ever had any.

“I’m so lucky to be here with you. You make my life as beautiful as you are.” You gently placed your hands on the sides of her thighs lovingly. Her lip twitched, her expression shifting minutely. She struggled hearing actual romantic sentiments. Being treated like a person and not an object of someone’s crazed obsession was a new experience she was trying to cope with. You tried to continue the sincere sweet talking,

“I mean it…I’ve never been with a girl like you-“

At the mention of other girls you had dated she snapped her hands down next to your head and got close to your face with her eyes hysterical. It had been blindingly fast, and the face she wore was chilling in an uncanny way, like it was something trying to be human but let it slip for a minute. It was small reminders like this that wouldn’t let you forget she was not human, not in the slightest.

“Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had.�� Her eyes were practically pinpricks as she bore them into yours. You shivered at the intensity of it, knowing the dangers of the woman pinning you down.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

After your breathless response, she dove onto you in an aggressive kiss. Her hands had practically morphed to claws as she grasped the sides of your face, sliding up to your hair as she caught your lip in her teeth, looking you in the eyes with that same crazed gaze. You winced as blood broke the surface of your soft lip, her blunt teeth breaking the skin with ease. She slid her tongue over your lip, unabashedly tasting your blood. Letting out a soft groan, her hands tightened again before she was forcing your mouth open with her possessive tongue now rolling around yours. Grinding down onto your hips, she was much stronger than she looked. You were both getting worked up, your hands clutching her soft thighs now. Tomie unlatched herself from your face, still keeping pressure on your hips.

“Good girl. Of course I am.” She smiled proudly, smugness rolling off of her. The iron taste in your mouth of your own blood lingered as she swiped a finger over your ripped open bottom lip. She collected your blood on it & had the gall to look down at you with disgust like it was your fault. “Gross. Bleeding everywhere like that.” Despite that, she licked it off her finger anyways.

Even with her weight leaning on you, and you clearly trying to grind against her as well, she just sat there for a moment looking down at you. Her hair was perfect still, not a strand out of place.

“You’re the best I’ve had, too.” Tomie admitted. It was a rare genuine moment from her. Without letting you process that one (AKA say more sappy shit that made her feel something) she leaned forwards again to lock her intense eyes with you. She smiled and it was off, a little too smooth, too wide, to be normal. It morphed into a wolfish grin as her breath brushed against your mouth.

“And I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon.”

#tomie kawakami #tomie #junji ito #horror x reader #slasher x reader #x reader #wlw x reader #the non-binary leaving my body when I am called a good girl #reader insert #reader imagine #wlw imagine

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lady-villain-imagines · 1 year

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hi!!! I absolutely adore your writing,female characters are so underappreciated! :< could I request the huntress, the spirit, the pig, and maybe danielle dimitrescu (if that's not too many characters) with a gn!reader who's very flirtatious when they should be intimidated? tysm in advance, have a nice day ^^!!

Aww, thank you so much hun! <3 <3 I'm glad you like it!! Sorry this took so long :') Here you go, giving the girls the rizz.

Huntress, Pig, Spirit & Daniela Dimitrescu x gn! Flirtatious reader

The Huntress

Anna could confidently say everyone she had met up to this point in her life was intimidated by her. She was a hunter, and even if they hadn't realized it yet, they would be the prey. You, of course, were different. She had reflexively lifted her hatchet at the sight of someone, keeping it raised as you made your flirty advancement. That took her aback. To be unswayed by her and try to gain her affections?

Lowering the hatchet, she stared down at you with her shiny black eyes behind her mask. When you do not falter, she bends down to make eye contact. Placing the blunt top of her hatchet against your chest, she gently rests it against your breastbone.

"You are silly prey" her voice was gruff from disuse and a thick accent, "Walking to a hunter." Pulling her hatchet back to her side, she stepped forwards to be looming over you, maintaining eye contact. She was clearly waiting to see what your plan was now, but now she had the slightest smile on her face.

The Spirit

Rin had no idea how long she had been dead, exacting her rage into helpless survivors. In her time, however, she had learned that survivors typically backed away from her as she manifested herself next to them. It was anticlimactic for you to turn at her and hit her with a smile even as her katana had already been drawn from her own arm.

She couldn't help but pause, tilting her head and her joints crackling as she shifted around. When you flirted with her immediately, she just sat there staring at you with a slightly gaping mouth. The rage that encompassed her softened for a moment as she was hit with a rare memory from her past of such softness, before her murder.

It didn't feel real to hear and left her reeling. In a way that was almost shy, she phased away, deciding to just avoid you for as long as she could. When she was able to be alone again, she couldn't get the interaction out of her head. If anything could warm her frozen heart it was that smile you had given her, and she wasn't going to avoid you for long once she figured herself out.

The Pig

With a roar, she tackled you to the ground, her hidden blade digging into the flesh over your ribs as she wrestled you underneath her. She sat up, ramming her knee into your chest to keep you down on your back as she reached to grab a bear trap from her belt.

Amanda's pig head mask damn near flew off her body as she snapped her head back to stare at you when she heard you purr out a compliment. She couldn't have possibly heard you right. But you continued to flirt, not wiggling a bit under her weight, not fighting even as Amanda unhooked a trap. Amanda's thin hands were clutching the piece of metal as if she was frozen staring down at you.

She tilted her head, reaching a hand under your head to lift you up towards her, never breaking direct eye contact through the masks beady emotionless eyes. She let herself twist her fingers into your hair before bringing the trap around to snap it onto your head.

"Very cute." She leaned forwards as she cranked the trap into place, breath fanning over you face. "If you get out of this, we'll have to have a date or something." With that, she shoved herself off of you and continued her hunt like nothing had happened.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Oh, she liked you. She loved you matching her energy even as she had you at her mercy. Her venomous yellow eyes were glittering as she held you tightly in front of her.

"Look at you! You're really not scared at all?" Her face was close to yours, and as you continued to give her honeyed words her grin stretched wider, the blood at the edges of her mouth cracking a bit.

Pulling you closer to her, she entertained no idea of you pulling away and it was entirely your doing. Dragging her face along your neck, smelling your blood in a deep breath. Your pulse wasn't racing yet, and she did find that a little annoying. Weren't you excited?

"I didn't even have to try to make you fall for me... and you smell so good." She purred with her chest pressed against yours, her wild strands of hair brushing against your face. "You're a treat I'll have to savor... I hope I can convince mother to let me keep you."

#dbd x reader #resident evil imagines #x reader #horror x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #re8 #daniela dimitrescu #the huntress dbd #amanda young #rin yamaoka #imagines #self ship

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lady-villain-imagines · 1 year

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Dead By Daylight Ladies & Cuddling

The Artist

Surrounded by the cawing of crows roosting all around, You were in the middle of the enormous nest in the middle of the Artist’s realm, the Eyrie of Crows. You were not alone, as the Artist herself was laid besides you. She was on her side, carefully brushing and playing with your hair as you were on your back looking up at her. Others would find her shiny black eyes boring into them intimidating, but there was only warmth when it was for you.

Her lack of words never bothered you, she was expressive in everything she did. With the way she was tenderly preening your hair and the soft clicking coming from her throat every now and then while she moved her needle like claws across your skin it was easy to see she had affections for you.

Carmina, as you had found out was her real name, carefully laid her head on your shoulder. Nestling her nose into your neck, soft murmurs came from her throat. You could feel the ink from her mouth and eyes dripping on your skin, leaving thick dark trains in its wake. As her lithe body pushed against your side, she pressed kiss like tar to your collar bone that would surely stain you for days. Not that you minded.

The Huntress

To say Anna was bigger then you would be an understatement. The woman was a mountain, which made it all the better when she pulled you on top of her to cuddle. She didn’t hesitate to hoist you up with her onto the cottage bed and settled you on her. It was serene to be wrapped in her thick, warm arms in such a cold and dreary forest.

A deep hum came rumbling from above you, you felt the vibrations run through her chest . It was a song that struck fear into everyone else, and admittedly it used to do the same for you. But now it only comforted you as Anna ran her hand up and down your spine, her uneven and claw like nails sending shivers through you. It was both soothing and threatening to known those strong hands that held you so close to her body could easily break you, but she chose to just rub them across your back instead. The soft lullaby sent you both into sleep, you truly felt the safest you’d ever been in the arms of a murderess.

The Pig

The couch was uncomfortable at best and it was cold as usual in the meat plant, but the warmth coming from your side made you try to get even closer to the woman next to you. Amanda let you, her arm around your shoulders as you leaned heavily into her with your arm around her torso.

The two of you were just quietly listening to the rock music Amanda had provided, the noises of the machines endlessly pumping in the background. She’d wordlessly taken off her usual robe and put it around you to keep you warm before you’d both gotten comfortable on the dingy couch that was the only remotely comfortable thing in the entire building.

Amanda’s arms were spread across the back of the couch, letting you embed yourself into her side. She was stiff at first, eventually forcing herself into relaxing. No one else could get away with how close they were to the woman behind the Pig mask. She even pulled you into her more when you tried to adjust yourself, clearly not entertaining the idea of you getting up anytime soon. She had you caught in a much more domestic trap than her usual ones.

The Plague

She was… hesitant, when you brought up trying to cuddle. For obvious reasons, physical touch was very dangerous for you considering the sickness that radiates from her. But you were adamant, you wanted to show her you weren’t scared of her (and those fountains were there for a reason, right?)

Adiris relented, but insisted that she always be facing away from you just in case she vomited on accident. It wouldn’t be very romantic to have puke all over you. That just meant you wrapped your own arms around her, holding her to your body. This surprised her, your willingness to be so close to her despite her condition worried her for your well-being but the lonely, selfish part of her after all these years couldn’t deny herself the pleasure of human contact.

Pressing your face against her back, you felt her let out a contented & slightly wheezing sigh as she relaxed against you. Her considerable height made it look a little silly to try to wrap around her as her long legs stretched far past your own. The simple act of it, however, made her feel so loved. Cuddle her more.

The Spirit

Cuddling her was difficult to say the least. Cutting yourself or impaling yourself on shards of glass was not what either of you wanted. Outside of trials, of course. Instead, Rin settled her head in your lap, her hair floating upwards towards you as she looked up at you. Playing with her hair will have her slightly icy exterior melting immediately. Not to mention it’s very fun to mess with the wild, flowing tendrils as they tickled at your face.

A little trial and error and some med kits were used but eventually you reached a way for Rin to cuddle you back. You rested your head on her abdomen, a hand curled against her rib cage. It was one of the only places without many glass shards to rub against you. Her ghostly hand detached from her arm ran over your skin, goosebumps immediately breaking out wherever her freezing fingers touched. She will put her cold hands on the back of your neck to make you jump.

#dead by daylight #dbd #reader insert #slasher x reader #dbd x reader #anna dbd #the artist dbd #the pig dbd #the plague dbd #the spirit dbd #the huntress dbd #amanda young #rin yamaoka #adiris #carmina mora #I wrote this instead of sleeping :) hi #it was rushed and in one weed induced go so sorry if it sucks

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lady-villain-imagines · 1 year

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Hello, welcome!

This is a reader insert, headcanon, and imagine blog for the ladies only. Honestly, as a lesbian & WLW enjoyer I always wanted to see more love for the girls in imagines & fic.

I love comics, movies & video games. Horror, monsters, villains, and weird goth women are my passion. I also just love a crazy bitch (said lovingly) If that interests you, check out the blog & links below! <3

RULES CHARACTER MASTERLIST

#reader insert #reader imagine #dbd imagines #resident evil imagines #villain imagine #villains #wlw #x reader #sorry to my bisexuals that I couldn't find a silly bisexual gif #if you have one please send it to me I do love you guys

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lady-villain-imagines · 1 year

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RULES

Okay okay okay, not everyone here will be ‘quite’ a villain or a bad person. Some are actually just characters I want excuses to write for. But 95% are bad girls, don’t worry.

Getting this out of the way, I do NOT write non-con, incest, or underage, no exceptions. All of the characters I write for will be 18+.

Due to the nature of villains & horror, we'll have content warnings. Mental health issues, body horror/gore, abuse, etc. I will tag everything with trigger warnings, and if you need anything specifically tagged just shoot me a message :)

This blog is so unserious, I don’t take any of this self shipping seriously myself, I just do it for the funsies & bc I love these characters. I am cringe but free!

some characters/monsters aren’t necessarily women but if I want to see an eldritch monster as my wife then who’s to stop me.

You can ask for multiple characters in an ask, I’ll do headcanons and small ficlets/stories.

I default to a gender neutral reader & undescript genitals for NSFW unless stated otherwise. I will write for male readers but as a wlw who made this blog for wlw, it’s definitely not my specialty and I am sorry about that. I do want everyone to feel the love if they want though. :-)

YAYS AND NAYS

WILL DO

NSFW (please please be 18+ if you’re asking for this, I am begging you. I’m 26 and not looking for any weirdness pleaaaase)

Teratophilia/Monster fucking please please please.. monster characters and headcanons, my loves.

Villains being villains, stalking, being weirdos. I don’t shy away from the horror aspect of some of these characters but I usually try to keep it on the sweeter side since it is an imagine blog. They’re your fucked up girls 🖤

Trans readers & headcanons are ALWAYS welcome!! Clearly this is an LGBT space and there will be no hate tolerated here

WILL NOT DO

ANY characters under 18 (even without a NSFW context) Non-con, sexual assault, incest, etc.

TERFS die immediately, they are never welcome here.

NSFW and kinks I am not comfortable with. Scat, water sports, age play, etc.

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