#he wants to look at lady dimitrescu as much as possible

[wallflowerimagines]

Howdy dowdy, Partner. It's me, ya boi, Skinny Penis.

How would the Lords react to a selectively mute S/O? Especially their reaction to them talking to them for the first time.

I have this mental image of Heisenberg's S/O saying something really casually (while they're relaxing or something), and he just whips around to look at them and he just shouts "hoLY FUCK!"

Saw the first line of this ask and then it was followed by a cute prompt????---

Warnings: swearing, my typical brand of silly

Alcina Dimitrescu

She's so used to your quiet demeanor it's to the point where she COMPLETELY forgot that your silence is a choice.

Alcina quite honestly never expected you to speak to her, and she was mentally planning for the rest of your relationship to be this way -- all of the servants are learning to sign, just in case, and she has pens and paper in every room if you prefer to write as your form of communication.

When you do finally speak up, she's frozen. What.

Oh. You can. You...can speak?

It's one of the times you've ever seen Alcina baffled, because honestly? She has no idea what to do.

However, you can bet she IMMEDIATELY analyses the situation in order to make sure she can get you to keep talking to her. Whatever made this happen needs to be repeated as much as possible -- Now that she knows you can be made comfortable enough to speak, she needs to hear you speak again.

(It might not have been your intention, but you hit her right in the superiority complex. Her partner spoke to HER. JUST her. Exclusively. Alcina is going to be riding this high for decades)

The Lady Dimitrescu is a big believer in positive reinforcement with her loved ones, so you better believe that every time you speak she is extra affectionate, because she does like to hear your voice!💞

Essentially, you have prompted constant affection DO NOT RESIST---

Donna Beneviento

I mentioned this in my other Donna x Mute reader post, but Donna is able to relate to a mute s/o a lot.

She's pretty nonverbal herself, so often you two have moments of quiet peace, where the two of you are doing your own thing together in the same room, taking breaks only to hold hands, cuddle, and kiss each other sweetly.

Truly dreamy💕💕💕

The first time you speak to her though, she's sewing a new outfit for one of her dolls, while you're reading in the setee beside her.

You peak over her shoulder, clear your throat and say: "You're really talented, Donna".

She drops a stitch.

Her face is burning underneath her veil. The first thing you say to her is a complement??? About a skill she is actually proud of??? That's already enough to get her heart stuttering, but you said her name.

It feels like such a small thing, but it sends Donna into a tizzy. Your lips formed the syllables of her name, and she can't get over it. You said a compliment and her name in the same sentence.

She's swooning. Smitten. Overcome.

Expect some flustered giggling and a compliment in return.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore has no chill whatsoever.

He literally drops everything and scuttles across the room to stand in front of you, flitting his hands around you in excitement, not quite touching you but close.

He's! So! Excited!

He didn't process what you even said-- you SPOKE TO HIM!!!! Fireworks are going off in his brain, Kool and the Gang are celebrating the good times, life is beautiful and love is in the air....

Moreau is delighted by this development. You feel safe enough around him a monster to vocalize your thoughts. You trust him. He already knew you did, but this is confirmation he didn't even know he wanted. Moreau almost starts crying he's so relieved.

Meanwhile you're repeatedly trying to warn him about the disaster occurring on the stove.

"... Salvatore, honey, the pancakes are burning."

Honey???? HONEY??? Are you TRYING to kill him????

Salvatore staggers on his feet, unintentionally the most dramatic you've ever seen him.

Sighing, you hide a smile behind your palm and give him a little smooch on the cheek before you go rescue your breakfast.

Moreau flatlines. Better give him some mouth to mouth 💗.

Karl Heisenberg

Absolutely shocked the first time you speak.

He's working on a soldat, fully used to the silence as he solders body parts together to make a deadly monster worthy of murdering Mother Miranda.

"You missed a spot--"

jESUS FUCK

Very softly, you speak up again. "At the shoulder. It's not... It's not fully connected."

Heisenberg whips around to just...stare??? At you for a bit?? His face is totally expressionless, but make no mistake his brain is reeling.

What is he supposed to do here? You feel comfortable enough to talk with him--this is a big deal, right? Is he supposed to comfort you? Praise you?

Still, it's not in Heisenberg's nature to make a big deal of things, and he doesn't want to spook you.

Eventually he nods, grunts in acknowledgement, and gets back to work.

Still, your words ring in his ears. Your voice fits you so well? He never really thought about what you sounded like before, but honestly now it's all he can think about.

Much later, when you almost forget about the whole thing, he'll offhandedly say he's proud of you for finally speaking up for yourself.

It's kinda condescending? But you know Heisenberg pretty well, and the fact he refuses to meet your eyes let's you know he's just being his normal, socially stunted self.

Thank him for the "compliment" and you'll get a pleased grin back, as well as a teasing hair ruffle. He's...happy you're comfortable with him.

It just makes your relationship feel even more right. ❤️

#re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #lady beneviento x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #lord moreau x reader #lord heisenburg x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #x reader #silly #soft

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Resident Evil Village characters with a chubby fem s/o

Dating Headcanons (+ Some bonus drabbles for a few)

Including Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Salvatore Moreau and Mother Miranda

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

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A/n: Hi lovelies, Lia here. I'm back after a long time. I hope you enjoy this post and I'll be setting up my schedule soon, I'll be posting once or twice every 1-2 week/s. If you can't tell, purple has always been my theme. I'll add more to these and edit it if I think of more to add. Any mistakes will be corrected upon checking.

This is just me but I love the concept of like a girl who is so sweet and her style just looks so fem and she's just surrounded by all the creepy things that are resident evil.

I'll be checking and if this post does well I will write more.

Warnings/Disclaimers: English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Blood, gore?, violence, typical resident evil stuff and mentions of insecurity. Slight suggestive content if you squint.

Alcina Dimitrescu

First of all despite your plush stature, she still treats you like a porcelain doll.

She just adores you so much (I mean she herself is tall and plus size).

Motherly nature and all, she has three daughters and honestly if she ever sees you interact with them. It would just warm her cadou infested heart.

Insecure about stretch marks? She'll kiss that shit away right then and there. She'll even show you hers because let's be honest here stretch marks are beautiful, you just don't like them on yourself.

Anyone insults or talks shit about you? She'll get rid of them, in any way possible depending on what they said. She'll pick a suitable punishment for them, ranges from "you're fired" to "I'm going to skin you alive and tear your heart out".

Alcina is a confident and dominant figure, she isn't swayed by something so small as beauty standards. Especially in herself, therefore I think she'd even help you build your confidence up.

Gifts galore with this woman, she love to spoil you with her riches. Loves to see you adorned with luxurious items that she give you.

Love dressing up with you, seeing you all dolled up for her. Has custom made clothes for you, sometimes opts for an outfit that matches or contrasts yours perfectly.

Knows what compliments your features best since she loves to bring them out.

Her hosting soirees and balls with you as her special guest, having you wear elegant dresses that she bought for you.

I see her as this almost touchy type. She'll love having you curl up on her lap while she gets paperwork done.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

You called Alcina's attention wanting to see her reaction to the new dress you bought, Alcina's eyes lit up at your elegance and charm. She smiled warmly, taking your hand in hers. "You look enchanting, my darling," she purred, proud to have you by her side.

Karl Heisenberg

Stinky metal dilf here actually loves that you're so soft in contrast to his gruff and abrasive nature.

He hasn't had physical affection in a long time so having someone soft and warm to hold is new to him.

Karl is naturally protective over you, especially because he thinks you're fragile. I mean compared to whatever's in the village, the rest of the lords and Mother Miranda.

I bet you this man has tore down someone for you, he chopped them off limb by limb for insulting you.

I can't get enough of the dynamic you'd have. It's like the grumpy x sunshine trope, this man has a sharp tongue. Especially when you hear him insult Lady Dimitrescu.

This man has a soft spot for you, I'm pretty sure you're the only one who can make him take a bath after being all sweaty from working with machinery all day.

I feel like he has scars all of his body, especially his very toned back.

Doesn't mind you leaving scratches when you're in the bedroom

Alcina sometimes tries to piss him off by commenting at the fact that you are soft and dainty while Karl is just the opposite and offers you an opportunity to be with "Someone refined" (She ain't wrong).

It really is just to get to Karl's nerves.

His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:

Karl smirked, trying to play it cool, but you could see the admiration in his eyes. "Not bad, princess," he teased, pulling you into a hug. He whispered softly, "You're somethin' special, ya know?"

Donna Beneviento

You know Donna understands what it's like being insecure about looks but to her you're just perfect in every single way.

Donna just doesn't give a shit in a good way, she doesn't judge people based on their appearance. It's dumb and shallow.

Donna would absolutely adore making clothes for you or altering your current ones. It's a skill she's proud of and seeing you appreciate it makes her all the more in love with you.

Angie has made a few comments resulting in her getting kicked off into space but once Donna warms her about that and how you don't like it, she'll stop in respect towards you. Which is rare considering how Angie is.

Donna's personal style definitely helps contrast yours, though it's the opposite from your soft light colors.

Thinks you're so pretty, she's smitten. Even though yours are different from you, she still makes use of her skills to fit your clothing tastes.

I can just imagine her staring at you in awe as you spin around and show her how the dress she made fits you. I like to think she has your measurements memorized from head to toe.

She take one look at something and already know how it would fit on you or if she needs to alter.

You once asked her to make a doll that looks like the both of you (and Angie but like a smaller version that fits the doll's arms).

Donna entered your shared bedroom to find you but noticed something on the shelves. It was the dolls she made sitting against the book. She noticed how you positioned them. Holding hand while the tiny Angie replica was on the doll version of her's lap. Donna swore at that moment she was gonna melt.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

Donna's expression softened as she saw you in the vintage lace dress. She held your hand, wordlessly conveying her affection and admiration.

Salvatore Moreau

God so help him, he was flabbergasted when he first heard about your insecurity. Literally why? Like you are just the most beautiful thing that walked the planet in his eyes.

He just worships the ground you walk on, he isn't as wealthy as the other lords but still, he give you his best efforts by carving you small trinkets out of wood.

Gifts you natural things he finds like crystals and whatnot.

Best of efforts when he comforts you. Sometimes he's too scared to physically touch you because he thinks he'll hurt you.

You're relationship is filled mostly by nature, despite the wasteland that surrounds your living area. It's hauntingly beautiful in it's own way. (Some of it I suppose)

Feels more at ease around you, think about how much he wanted to just make Mother Miranda proud of him, he's that with you but 10x more the effort.

His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:

Salvatore couldn't contain his delight at seeing you in the dress. "You're my beautiful water nymph princess!" he exclaimed, spinning you around with excitement.

Mother Miranda

You peeked her interest when she first saw you, I mean you're her complete opposite. She finds beauty in dark items and almost gothic stuff, so her taking an interest to you just made her even more curious.

She works a lot so gifts and trinkets to remind you of her are an occasional thing. I can just imagine you taming crows and she's just in awe.

Loyalty of crows means they leave you shiny trinkets and sometimes Miranda takes them for herself when she likes whatever they bring.

Again she's one to think you're fragile because of your style, you just look so cute and soft.

Nobody dares insult you, I mean if you really won the heart of Mother Miranda they are fucked if they even speak a little out of line.

Likes to keep you by her side despite working a lot. So you'd often be by her side during her meetings with the four lords and honestly you are such an eye candy.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

Mother Miranda's composure remained regal, but her eyes showed approval. "You look exquisite" she acknowledged, holding your hand with reverence. To her, you were a jewel among mortals, deserving of admiration.

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[fantasy-relax]

@muffinsin I blame you for this, I write the reader point of view of reader you write Cassandra, deal? deal.

Fucked up! Reader x Cassandra dimitrescu

Warning: violence Cassandra being Cassandra, really what do you expected of this tag?

You always have been a Little... different that's what your family used to say. You were blunt and honest but the thing that trouble them most was your prediction for violence.

You got in a fight with a neighbor when you were a kid, your father had to pick you off the boy, the rock you grabbed to beat him was full of blood.

People keep their children away from you after that. Your parents too keep their distance.

Now all grow up, you are in the Dimitrescu Castle, working as a maid. The only thing you hated was the dress. As for everything else...

"AHHHH PLEASE LADY DANIELA I'M SORRY"

You actually don't mind. People die all the time, people suffer all the time and nobody of them were someone that you particularly care for, so being in a castle full of death and blood was pretty easy for you, do your job and that's all.

Rounding the corner, you see a pretty common scene.

"Look what have you done! My favorite sword has a scratch! You useless woman!"

" I'm s-orry Lady Cassandra my arm was tired and I-AHH"

The cut was fast and made with lethal precision. The arm was in the carpet, it will be a pain to clean luckily this was not your assigned area.

"Not tired anymore I bet"

The maid keep screaming, until Cassandra cut her head in another clean swipe of sickle. You can't stop the low hum in your throat. She looked at you her sadistic smile displaying her fangs.

"What is little morsel? Want to be next?"

She was full of blood, ready to cut your head too but the only thing you could think was:

"That was a clean cut my lady, you have a steady hand"

Cassandra freezes for a moment, you get closer to the body not too much as you still have to clean and getting your uniform dirty before that was a bad idea.

"You also have to be pretty strong or have a sharp weapon to make this so smoothly"

You stand up. Looking at the still frozen fly girl.

"Truly impressive"

At the end of your words Cassandra just swarmed away, her prey forgotten in the floor. You shrug walking to your duties.

For a moment you though that she was blushing.

The next day there is a leg outside your door something carved in the skin.

"How is this cut for you?"

Again it was very precise but what caught your attention was the handwriting, it was messy and the message feels like if she was pouting when she wrote it.

"Aww, My lady is pretty cute"

You hear something move above you, looking fast you catch part of one swarm, you know exactly what sister was spying. You laughed softly, very cute indeed.

The next week you were assigned to take some things to the dungeons. A chore that all the maids are terrified to do, the scream of the unfortunate souls trapped there and the sadistic daughter that was always ready to take more were more than enough to make them beg at the feet of the head maid for a change that like them never comes.

You just pick the box and go. The screams were annoying but you just tune then out, you put the thing down. Looking around you see one of the victims, Stella?Sara? you don't remember, she had cuts all around her body, how long was she here? Was two weeks ago? Three? And she was still alive?

"Seeing your future, little maid?"

You flinch surprised. You don't hear her come.

"I make sure to keep her miserable as long as possible by-

"Making cuts that are painful but not mortal, absolute brilliant, nothing less of expert like you"

You take a look around you see a man being held by hooks that goes through his hands, his legs are broken you can see that clearly, either he put his weight in the legs or in the hands , both choices painful.

"Very creative"

Full of curiosity you keep exploring. Praises to Cassandra talents never stopping

"Astounding"

" Visionary"

"Imaginative"

Until you feel the swarm pick up you up and rapidly throw you outside and closing the door as fast.

"Rude"

You stand up going to report the head maid of your completed chore.

If you could saw through walls you would have see a peculiar image of the so called monster sitting on the other side of the door, face red, hugging herself and purring happily.

More limbs were given to you as well as some organs, luckily they were of animals, so you cooked them. You keep a journal were every gift is written some examples were :

Deer leg with the following message *you have pretty eyes*"

Boar heart *Did you know they are the most similar to humans? * she is such a nerd

Full Bunny *Small like you* the small was more like a smoll it made you laugh.

One day a group of hunters try to raid the castle and kill the monsters inside, they only end giving you more work.

Bodies, blood and all kind of gore is in the floor AND in the carpet. It will be a pain to clean, even lady Bela it's looking at you with pity. You sigh pulling you sleeves up when you are tackled by certain brunette.

"Are you okay?! Did they hurt you?! Tell me who-"

"I'm fine lady bela take care of them"

"You took three"

"oh yeah, that reminds me"

You point at the three bodies.

"They are all yours Lady Cassandra"

The sisters have a particular rule, prey that they hunt, prey that they eat. Cassandra was the strongest not the fastest, Daniela and Bela surely got more than her.

"I killed them so they are mine but i don't gonna eat it so they are all yours."

Cassandra keep looking at your face you cleaned her face with you apron the only red was in her cheeks, she was so cute that you can resist it anymore you grabbed her neck and kissed her, it took a few seconds but he eagerly returned the kiss.

"FINALLY, the pining was killing me"

"SHUT UP DANIELA"

You were in a relationship with the sadistic sister something that you still were processing, you could easily live freely without working at all. But you were sorry for Bela having to work with short staff because her sisters were little shits with zero self control. So you keep working, in Cassandra side mostly and sometimes in Daniela.

Today was one of that days were you work was in Daniela hall. Everything was going well until a new maid decided to ruin the mood

"I told you, someday that bitch a Cassandra will get what she deserves, maybe I could let her live if she eats my pussy real good".

The other maid was new too but a lot smarter she looked like she wanted to stay away from her and was making signals to the absolute imbecile that was talking.

" I would tear her ap-UGH"

You grabbed her head and bashed her harder against the wall.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. She is out.

You let go of her head and looked at the other maid she just picked up her cleaning tools and continue her job, she was learning fast.

You walk and pick one leg of the imbecile, you start walking to the library were you beloved was having a sisters day.

No one interrupt you or try to help her. They know better.

The newbies considered you a depraved traitor. Sleeping with the monster that could kill them any day. But still survival is priority so they keep working.

The older considered you a blessing. The amount of death and injury since you started dating Cassandra was lower. Keep working, Survival is priority.

You were at the doors of the library you opened the door.

"knock first I know you have manners"

"aw did Draga mea miss me so much?

Focusing on the sickle on the table you entered in the room, dropping the maid in the middle of the room you pick the sharp blade.

You bend and grab the little bitch head again, you pull out her tongue and with a quick swing cut it out.

"AHH-UGH"

You grabbed her again and bashed her against the floor again.

One, two, three, four, five. She is out.

You dropped her and walked to your beloved, you throw the sickle on the table, she was silent looking at you with that pretty blush, so adorable.

You grab her chin, kissing her deeply until she is panting, the blush in her face just grow bigger and the soft purr in her chest is music, yours she is totally yours.

Grabbing her gloved hand you drop the tongue, you point to the crying woman in the floor.

"Here my love, a snack"

You kissed her again.

"I still have duties to attend, I see you later."

She looked like a lovesick puppy. A puppy whom you will play with later. What a good life.

#resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #my work

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: Not sure if this is possible but could you do a lactation yandere fic? With either Alcina or Mother Miranda?

¿Por qué no los dos? I, uh, decided to write Yandere!Mirancina x Y/N. I couldn’t choose who I wanted to write about and I love them both so much T^T But just to be clear, while there are moments of humor in this, it’s actually quite dark because Y/N is unwilling. It’s not sexual or anything, however, I still need to make this disclaimer. Please take care of yourself and don’t read if this has the potential to make you uncomfortable ❤️

TW/CW: Unhealthy relationships

You’re rather new to the village. You just moved here from a slightly larger town close by and were looking for work. You’ve heard rumors about the area, but you need to eat and the… “Career opportunities” At home are slim to none. You came here, hoping for any job really, and bumped into the Duke. He’s been a great friend to you and offered you a job as his assistant right away.

You pack up orders, fix stuff, and keep track of the books. You’re a natural and Duke finds himself incredibly grateful to have your help. So grateful, in fact, that he lets you crash at an old cabin he used to live in.

You don’t know what you would have done without him.

Today, you and Duke are currently packing orders. Nothing really out of the ordinary has happened… Yet. Let’s just say that things are about to change…

“Y/N, would you do me a favor and run this package up to castle Dimitrescu?” Duke suddenly asks, handing you a parcel he’s just wrapped. “One of my best customers lives there. Normally, I don’t do deliveries, but… Where there’s coin to be made,” The joyful man cackles.

You quirk an eyebrow. “Wait… You mean that castle?!” You say, pointing at the eerie structure on the edge of the village. “B-but, I can’t!” You say, shivering in fear. “It looks like it should be in a horror movie or something!”

Duke sighs. “Lady Dimitrescu is… intimidating, yes, but as long as you’re polite to her staff and don’t break anything you’ll be fine,” He reassures.

That doesn’t ease your nerves much.

“But, umm, the thing you need to know is…” Duke trails off, trying to find the best choice of words.

You blink incredulously. Even he can’t find a way to spin this. How is that supposed to make you feel better?

Duke finally clears his throat and continues. “You will have to make sure you conduct yourself as… Reverently as possible while you’re at the castle because… Um…” Duke furrows his brows and looks around to make sure no one is near. “Here, come closer, Y/N,” He says, leaning in.

You step forward and Duke places a steadying hand on your shoulder. “You see, Y/N… Lady Dimitrescu’s wife is actually… Mother Miranda,” He whispers.

Your eyes widen. “Wait, you mean, like… The ruler of the village?” You ask, completely caught off guard. You don’t know much about the village’s traditions and customs, but Mother Miranda is an unavoidable topic.

Duke nods at your question. “I hope you know that I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I had any better options, Y/N. But I can’t just tell Lady Dimitrescu and Mother Miranda to send a servant to come get the package. They both expect the best service I can provide and I aim to please,” He grimaces, seemingly annoyed by the power dynamics at play. “So, my friend… Will you help me?” He asks, whipping out some surprisingly effective puppy dog eyes.

You groan. “Damn it, Duke,” You grind out. “I don’t-”

Duke claps his hands happily. “I knew you’d agree!” He cheers. He slaps you proudly on the back and points you in the right direction. “Don’t get lost, don’t get distracted, and try not to get killed, okay?” He says, deliberately murmuring the last part.

“Wait, what was that-?”

“So long, friend!” Duke says, gently pushing you away.

You huff as you look at the winding path to the castle. It’s snowing rather hard and you can tell it will be a long trip.

Your teeth chatter as you start on your trek. You sing songs to pass the time and try to come up with ways to occupy your mind.

But, after a while… You’re having trouble breathing and you begin to grow dizzy. You feel a stab of panic. This is a tell-tale sign that you’re developing hypothermia. You feel so exhausted. Maybe… Maybe you should just sit and take a rest for a minute. Yeah, that sounds nice…

You lie the package on the side of the icy path you’re taking and slump down next to it. Your eyes begin to shut, but just before you lose consciousness… A graceful figure swoops across your vision. It looked like a woman, but wait… Were those wings?

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You awake some time later to hear two voices. You try to look around, but your eyelids feel so heavy. Since you can’t find the strength to open your eyes, you settle for listening instead. The voices belong to two women. They seem to be fawning over something and one is playfully scolding the other for not sharing.

“Draga, you’ve been holding them long enough! I agreed to let you feed them first, so I should be allowed to have some extra cuddle time,” Alcina says, crossing her arms and pouting at Miranda.

Miranda smiles at her wife. “Exactly, dear. And they’ve been asleep this whole time. Once they wake up and I feed them you can hold them. I found them after all,” She points out and looks down at you adoringly. She nuzzles her face into your hair, enjoying holding her new baby.

Alcina huffs and sits down next to Miranda. She gently runs her fingers along your cheek before conceding. “Alright, draga. You win,” She says and wraps an arm around her wife.

… You don’t know what the hell is going on. You realize that you’re being held and you’re so comfortable. Whoever is snuggling you is very warm. You try with all your might to open your eyes and after a few seconds you are finally successful. Your vision is blurry at first, but it soon clears… Just in time for you to wish it hadn’t.

Alcina gasps when she sees you looking at her. “Well, hello, draga,” She coos, cupping your cheek.

At Alcina’s greeting, Miranda quickly looks down at you and grins. “Hello, my darling,” She says gently and kisses the top of your head. “Did you sleep well?” She giggles.

Umm… Are you dreaming? This is… Mother Miranda. And Lady Dimitrescu! They’re acting like they know you, but… The way they’re looking at you is… Gentle. Excited. Almost like… They love you?

Suddenly, Mother Miranda begins carefully shifting you in her arms so she can take her shirt off.

…

What the hell?!

You blush furiously. “I… Uh! M-Mother Miranda!” You helplessly spew, hoping she will stop.

… The two women just gush over you. Kind of like they’re looking at a puppy.

“Oh, how sweet. They already know who you are, draga,” Alcina says to her wife and gently rubs your head.

Miranda smirks at the brunette. “Of course they do, dear. Everyone knows Mother Miranda,” She says proudly. She looks down at you and shushes you softly as she continues to unbutton her blouse. “Oh, it’s alright, lovey. Mommy’s going to feed you and you will feel so much better,” She promises.

Your cheeks burn harshly. Did… She just call herself your ‘Mommy’?

… What kind of creepy sex cult have you stumbled into?

You begin to squirm against her hold. “Um, with all due respect, I-I’m not really into… Whatever this is,” You say, gesturing between the two women.

Alcina laughs at this as Miranda finally gets her shirt off.

“Oh, I think our little one is trying to say something,” Miranda feigns ignorance at your protest. She easily takes her bra off and… Now you are cuddled to her bare chest.

“H-Hey! Let me go! All I was trying to do was deliver a package! Duke’s gonna be pissed if I don’t get back soon!” You splutter. You wriggle against the blonde’s hold but it’s apparent that your struggle is useless. This woman is immovable.

Miranda leans down and nuzzles her nose against yours. “Shh, shh, shh, little one. Mommy’s here,” She assures.

You continue to thrash, but Miranda soon presses you firmly to her chest. Her hold is not uncomfortable, you just… Can’t really move.

“Everything is alright, draga. Just relax and let your mommy feed you,” Alcina soothes, running her fingers through your hair. “Next time, I’ll get to feed you. We’ll both take such good care of you, baby,” She promises.

Miranda nods in agreement at Alcina’s words. She begins to hum to you gently and opens your mouth, placing her nipple in it.

Your eyes shoot wide open. Is she trying to… Breastfeed you?!

What.

The actual.

Fuck?

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[my-fair-maiden]

My Fair Maiden is a Female Gender-Locked IF that is based within the world of Resident Evil: Village. Please be aware that there will be themes that are not suitable to some readers and thus this story will be rated 18+. This game will also be free from start to finish.

You hadn’t been expecting much when you had moved your entire life from the bustling city that was Seattle to the quaint, albeit slightly rundown, village of Valdelobos. All you knew was that you needed a break from the packed city streets and constant calls from your ex.

If you had known what would be awaiting you upon your arrival? Of the target that you’d become? Of the creatures that lurk within the shadows pull towards you?

It’s a safe bet that you would have never gotten off your plane…

Will you be able to survive not only the harsh climate that surrounding the isolated village but the advances of the Lord’s themselves?

Important Note: You will choose early on which Lord/Lady you’ll want the most attention from. (Meaning that’s the route you’ll be on.) This is a Twine IF.

Features

The MC, while being Gender Locked Female, will be customizable. Name, appearance, sexuality, portions of your backstory and hobbies.

While this is a romance focused story it still is set within the world of Resident Evil. It’s not going to be as dark, but it will have its moments.

Romance 1 of the 4 Lords. Or maybe you’ll set your sights on the High Priestess herself. (Also Moreau looks different for the purposes of this story.)

Bond with the villagers or possibly the lycans that inhabit the woods surrounding the village. Just make sure you don’t take on more than you think you can handle.

Prepare yourself for what is to come…. or who.

DEMO (TBA)

Mother Miranda

The High Priestess herself. The very woman that the villagers believe to be a Goddess. Whatever shall you do when said Goddess sets her icy gaze onto you?

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

Many stories are told of the Countess that lives within Castle Dimitrescu. Of the horrors that lurk within the gilded walls; how many that enter will never return. Will you be one of the unlucky ones that enter the Lady’s domain and never return?

Lady Donna Beneviento

Out of all the Lords, Lady Beneviento is one you haven’t heard much of. Something that’s quite ironic as no one has ever heard her speak, unless you count the handmade doll forever by her side, and even less have actually seen the face that lies beneath the dark veil. Will you be one of the few that does?

Lord Karl Heisenberg

A cocky individual that storms through the village like a winter snowstorm. You could hear his boisterous laughter from across the village square, but you can’t help but be intrigued by the hidden emotions lurking within his golden gaze. Will you be able to find out what lies beneath the mask of bravado he always wears?

Lord Salvatore Moreau

Almost as much of a recluse as Lady Beneviento, Lord Moreau rarely leaves the reservoir that he calls home. You’ve only ever been able to catch glimpses of his hunched form, but the kind golden eyes that peer out from beneath his cowl makes you want to learn more. Is that something that’s even possible? Only time will tell.

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[tacticaldiary]

It Was Never Supposed to Be You

Pairing: Ethan Winters x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

They’re both strung up under the eye of Lady Dimitrescu, and Ethan’s forced to watch the love of his life endure a taste of what he’s used to going through. It ignites a rage in him he didn’t know was possible. 

A/N: A reimagining of the scene where Ethan gets strung up with sickles. 

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She doesn’t see it coming. Neither of them do. 

Screams tear out of both their throats as the three woman cackle at them, dragging them along the floor. Panicked, she struggles to get out of the grasp the blonde one has around her ankle, looking over at Ethan to get a sense of the situation. 

Her blood runs cold when she notes that he’s not being dragged by his limbs. 

There are sickles pierced through his ankles, dragging him along the floor. Blood trails on the marble floors of the castle and urgency slams into her. She had to stop this, to save them, to get them out of here and check if he was okay and find Rose and-

They’re thrown into a room, weak and gasping for breath when the towering figure arrives, looming over them with bloodstained lips and a deathly complexation. 

Ethan’s ragged breath reaches her ears as he immediately shuffle his way in front of her, extending out an arm to shield her from the new hostiles. 

She gets a closer look at him, his legs bleeding, a pool of crimson puddling beneath him. It makes her sick, seeing her boyfriend’s physical indication of such hurt. 

They had come here to find Rose after Mia had come over to visit Rose. Ethan and her had separated a year after the Louisiana incident, and he’d found happiness in somebody else, in her. Mia came over to visit Rose, but their dinner was rudely interuppted by Chris Redfield shooting her dead in the middle of dinner. She’d never get the ringing of the bullets out of her head. They were taking her away, they were taking Ethan away, and when she’d tried to defend Rose, to shield her and run, she’d been knocked out and taken as well. 

It was a horrible chain of events. Rose was gone, the village was overrun, and most importantly, four women looked down at them like they wanted to devour them. 

“Mother,” One of the women says gleefully. “We bring you fresh pray.”

“You are so very kind to me, daughters.” The tall one grins, cocking her head as if to size them up. 

“Stay behind me.” Ethan breathes, staring up at them in turn, frantically trying ot click together a plan of action. She clutches onto the back of his jacket, a small sense of comfort.

She’s fully ready to shove him out of the way and take the brunt of whatever was to be thrown at them, that much she knows. She loves this man just as much as he loves her, and it was only logical that if it came down to her life or his, she’d choose Ethan’s every time. 

Rose deserved to have a father, after all. 

She would not let that bundle of sunshine become an orphan. Not of her watch.

“Let’s have a closer look at them, shall we?” She taunts, striding closer. “Ethan Winters.” She drawls, then her eyes flick over to her. “And his lovely companion. I see you’ve escaped my foolish little brother’s games.”

“What do you want?” She spits out, feeling Ethan stiffen under her grasp. “Where’s Rose?” 

Fearless. It was one of the qualities that had drawn Ethan to her in the first place. Ready to take on anything thrown at her, she did not mind in the slightest that he had his demons. Rather, she did her best to fight them alongside him, soothing him during the rough night in a way Mia never could do, helping him through the tests and the demands of the BSAA. 

But right now that bravery instills in him a fear so potent it stuns him.

She is ignored, almost as if she had never spoken in the first place. The woman seems far too taken with Ethan, approaching him. “Let’s see how special you really are.” She sneers, clicking her fingers. 

The both of them struggle and yell in protest as two of the younger women rip her away from Ethan, off to the side, their grips cold and unrelenting as they hold her down. 

“Get the fuck away from him!” She snarls, struggling as the tall woman approaches a pale Ethan with a knife. He looks unwell, and she knows that he’s already rather weak to begin with. Always one to push forward, always insisting he take the lead and the brunt of the damage during all of their encounters. She never lets him, but he manages to protect her anyway, sustaining injuries that would have made her collapse and still pushing through anyway.

Ethan chokes out a gasp as the knife slices through his bandaged palm. She watches in horror as the woman...licks? Licks the blood off of his hand, drinking it in greedily. Sick. These people were sick. 

“Hmm. Going a little stale. I’d assume the same for the other one.” She hums thoughtfully. It makes her stomach turn. 

They go on about devouring them, who gets the first taste, but all she can focus on is Ethan, kneeling there exceptionally pale and panting, trying and failing to get himself to move, to act. 

“...later there will be enough for everyone.” The woman chuckles. “Put them up!” She orders, and before she can make sense of what the woman means, two of the girls approach Ethan with the sickles from before. 

He screams as they hook through both his hands, right through flesh and bone, lets out another choked cry as he’s yanked up by chains and strung there, gasping heavily. “Let me...Let me down!” He chokes out.

“Ethan!” She screams, voice cracking, her struggle intensifying. Shit. Shit. 

“Don’t think we forgot about you.” A voice whispers in her ear. The two women approach her, another set of sickles in hand. 

“No...no!” She yells, struggling to no avail, adrenaline pumping through her veins. 

“Get-...” Ethan coughs, voice shaky. “Stay the fuck away...away f-from her.” He spits out weakly. 

It’s not enough. 

White hot pain cuts through her hands as two sickles impale themselves through her palms. She shouts her pain and doubles over, screaming again when she’s yanked up off of her feet just like Ethan. 

It hurts. It hurts in a way she never thought any kind of pain could. Taking off of her weight, her hands feel like they’re on fire, agony coursing through her muscles. The pained sob tears out of her throat without permission as she squeezes her eyes shut. 

There’s cackling, footsteps, mumbled conversations amongst themselves, and then the click of the door shutting. 

Silence. Just two sets of labored breathing mixed with the occasional whimpers. 

“Are-are you okay?” Ethan grits out. He’s trembling, in agony, but his first thought is of whether she’s okay.

“F-fine.” She gasps out. “Have to- have to get out.” The words cut themselves off with another involuntary sob. It hurts. It really fucking hurts.

“Shit.” She hears him curse under his breath. He shakily looks up at his hands, the gears in his head turning. He swallows, seemingly coming to a decision. She can’t catch what his intentions are quick enough, because before she can protest, he draws in a long, shaky breath-

And yanks until the sickle tears right through his palm. 

His pained scream echoes out through the hall, and it makes her eyes sting with tears. “Ethan...” She gasps. “St-stop that. You’re hurting yourself.” She whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut as he ignores her, and does the same to his other hand, another sound cracking through the room. 

His body hits the floor with a sickening thump, and she can hear him trying to calm himself down, to steady his breathing while he stumbles over to her. 

“I’ve-I’ve got you.” He pants, trying to steady his voice for her. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.” 

Hands bleeding, he stumbles over to the chains spiked into the wall, holding her up. Gritting his teeth at the sharp pain that clutching his knife brings him, he wedges the blade into the mechanism and pushes down until it breaks. 

She’s weightless for a moment, and then she hits the ground. The pressure off of her hands is a relief, but the sight of them right in front of her, impaled makes her sick and dizzy. 

Hands on her shoulder, bloody and shaky, but warm and familiar. “You’re alright.” He assures her. “I’ve got you, you’re okay.” 

“There’s still in my hands.” She breathes out slowly, trying to calm herself. 

Ethan clenches his jaw and nods. “I’m gonna get them out, okay? It’ll-It’ll hurt like a bitch but we have to do it.”

She nods. There’s no way around this. She has to get them out. “Shit, okay just-just do it.” Squeezing her eyes shut, she bares her hands at him. 

Ethan guides her head to his shoulder, telling her to brace herself. Pressing her forehead to him, she nods, readying herself. 

The first sickle out makes black dots float around her vision. 

The second one out brings up the bile that’s been churning in her stomach. Leaning to the side, she vomits up the small rations they’ve eaten hours and hours ago, coughing and heaving. Ethan holds her hair out of her face, shaking just as much as she is, whispering that they were alright. 

Once she’s finished, she coughs and straightens up sluggishly, trying to catch her breath. She finds Ethan looking at her intently, watching her for a moment and she thinks she might have caught something like guilt in his soft eyes. 

Unable to stomach that, she looks away, catching sight of a green bottle propped onto the dresser. “Ethan.” She gestures to it, pulling herself to her feet with great difficulty and stumbling over to it. 

She brings the bottle to him and uncorks it, grabbing his hands to pour the miracle liquid over them, when it’s plucked straight out of her hands. 

“You first,” Ethan says shakily, not giving her a chance to protest. He pours the liquid over both of her hands in turn, making sure the wounds stitch close before letting her tug the bottle away. 

The cool liquid over his hands tears a relieved sigh out of him, the pain ebbing away and subsiding. 

For a moment, they both flex their hands, testing the function of their fingers in mutual silence, checking themselves over for how they feel. 

Then she launches herself onto him, Ethan’s arms wrapping around her waist instinctively. She kisses him urgently, quick but meaningful. 

“I thought we were going to die.” She mumbles against his lips. “Scared me to death.”

“Me too.” He admits when she pulls away. His eyes roam over her body as if scared he’d suddenly find another massive stab wound or puncture. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“Me too.” She chuckles nervously. “We’re alright.” He nods in agreement.

“We’re fine.” He confirms, trying to convince both her and himself. He stands and offers her a hand, pulling her to her feet. “We have to keep going.” He says, looking around the room but keeping her hand in a firm grip, lacing their fingers together.

“Let’s go find Rose.” She agrees. “I’m setting those bitches on fire the next time I see them.”

“Agreed.” 

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(16/06/2023)

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[not-neverland06]

Could you write Yandere Karl Heisenberg headcanons? 👉👈

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

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

Karl Heisenberg Yandere HC’s:

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

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

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

Talk about bad luck. 

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

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

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

You, however, are very very intriguing to him.

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

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

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

You catch subtle quirks in his behavior. 

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

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

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

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

Too. Fucking. Late. 

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

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

His main goal in life is to overthrow Miranda

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’d just forgotten about it.

Assumed it was a nightmare and moved on. 

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

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

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

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

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

Well, congratulations! So do you!

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

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

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

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

“Hungry?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s him (you’re the ball)

No one will remember you existed. 

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

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

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

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

It’s for him and him alone. 

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

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

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

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

But he doesn’t. 

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

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

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

You don’t…

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

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

Not even you.

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

To your surprise, it’s not anything physical. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No one gets to hurt you, not even you. 

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

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

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

end. — I do not own the characters or the game Resident Evil Village, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Happy 1,500, lovelies! 💋

1,500 followers?? 😲✨ As always I'm in awe and just so incredibly grateful for how many people follow and enjoy my cursed and (very) thirsty thoughts, drabbles, and fics on this blog! You're all amazing and I thank you so much for hanging with me! 😁 As a small thank you, please enjoy this tasty little reward (her mouth, as chosen by all of you 😏) from our favorite Countess 😌♥️

Warning for a shitposty beginning (sorry, but I had to 🤣)

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You looked out across the vast crowd of people who had lined up behind you. A true testament to just how loved the Countess was (or wanted), and while you had your doubts about how true what the Fae that led you all there had said, your heart couldn't help but pound in anticipation. 

As soon as he Castle does swung open the crowd immediately quieted, a very perplexed Bela Dimitrescu standing before you. 

"Uh.." 

"Bela, who is it- .. what in the absolute fuck?" 

"Daniela, language." Came the Lady's voice from behind her. 

"Sorry, Mom.. but you're not gonna believe this!" 

This time Cass' head popped out from between her sisters.

"And here I thought I've seen everything..." She chuckled. 

"Really, darlings, what could possibly be so interesting-" 

The moment the Lady's large figure stepped into the door frame you could feel a collective blush move over the crowd - a few mouths falling agape. Lady Dimitrescu stood stunned for a minute before her fingers came to the bridge of her nose. 

"Oh for fuck's sake." 

You swallowed hard, instantly regretting your decision to believe the tricky little woodland creature. 

"MOM.. LANGUAGE." Exclaimed a very amused Daniela. 

"I'm sorry, little moth. It's just.. I knew I should have never made a deal with that Fae." 

"Deal with a.. fae?" 

The Lady sighed and turned to her eldest daughter. 

"I'm afraid the specifics at this point are unimportant. Bela, be a dear and clear my schedule for the remainder of the week." 

"Yes, Mother." 

Your heartbeat damn near accelerated when the Countess turned her attention to you next. "And Daniela, escort this one to my office. I'll be with them in a moment."  

"Aye-aye, Mother!" 

With Lady Dimitrescu no longer in ear shot, Cass let out another chuckle, walking side by side with her younger sister as the two of them led you to the Lady's office.

"Did you see the size of that crowd?"

"Yeah! Must be like… a thousand blood bags out there." Dani answered with a cackle. 

"Fifteen hundred to be exact." You said softly, making both women stop in their tracks and turn. 

"Fifteen- .. nope. You know what? I don't wanna know." Cass replied.

"Ha! Mom's sure got her work cut out for her!" 

"I SAID I DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW." 

Daniela cackled even louder this time. 

"Welp, we're all gonna know by the end of the night. You know how sound travels in these corridors." 

You watched Cassandra slink a little lower and sigh. 

"I'm sleeping in the dungeons tonight." 

When the three of you finally reached the Countess' office Dani gave you a little wink and opened the door. The middle daughter scowled and gave you a firm nudge into the room. 

"Alright, let's get out of here. And let's have Bela make one of the maids bring the next one in." 

Daniela gave her sister a nod before closing the door behind you, leaving you to yourself. You took a deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of the exact woman you came to see. Subtle notes of oak and cigarettes, with the slightest undertone of wine.

At least you hoped it was wine. 

The office itself held a large desk with a formidable looking chair, a fireplace made of mortar and a rather comfortable looking satin loveseat. Though, of course, you wouldn't dare sit on it. Not without the Lady's permission, that was. So you stood quietly by the crackling fire, allowing the firelight to dance warmly across your skin until you finally heard the heavy footsteps of the Countess. 

You swallowed hard, heart beating faster than it ever had in your entire life - pounding in your throat. 

Why had you wanted to go first again?? 

As soon as she entered the room, though, you were quickly reminded. Her large frame draped in nothing more than a sheer crimson robe, the soft fabric clinging deliciously to all of her curves. It was all you could do to stare, mouth open and cheeks a deep shade of pink. How were you.. what was she.. you could feel your brain on the brink of gay panic. 

"Breathe, dear. I'd prefer it if you didn't pass out until after I was finished with you." 

That.. she.. 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, your heartbeat in your throat. 

"S-sorry, my lady. I just.. wasn't.. ah.. expecting.." 

You swallowed again, every inch of you burning with a desire that you have never quite felt before. 

"Mh.. were you expecting something a little more modest then?" 

You nodded. 

"Well..  I assume all of you came here for your reward, did you not?" 

"W-we did.. it's just.." 

You rubbed the back of your neck nervously. Words failing you at every attempt. How could she expect a comprehensive response looking like that?? The Countess merely chuckled before taking a seat at her desk, her legs crossing regally. 

"Flustered little thing, are we?" 

She smirked in a way that willed a deep heat across your body. Again, you only nodded. Though the strangled whimper in your throat surely told the large woman everything she needed to know. 

"Mhm.. as it was," she continued, "I'd rather not soil my dress in this process. While this, I can discard quickly at any time.. if needed."  

Your gaze couldn't help but to rake over the length of her, an act that immediately made you blush even harder. 

"Ah, yes.. that is… very logical reasoning, my lady." 

The Countess laughed softly, a slight shake to her head.

"You are rather adorable, I'll give you that." 

You weren't even sure what sort of sound had next escaped your throat but you felt like your whole body was due to burst into flames at any second. 

"Come here, pet. I can already smell how bad you want me." 

Gods, how the silky tones of her voice alone made your core clench around nothing. And you obeyed, of course - who wouldn't? - dutifully walking closer to where Lady Dimitrescu sat. 

Rays of golden hues shining in from the large window behind her basked her large frame in a warm glow as she leaned back, power radiating from the simple pose. Her chin lifted slightly and a single eyebrow raised, watching you with intent as you came to stand in front of her. 

"Undress." 

"Yes, my lady." 

In all your years of sexual encounters, you had never divulged yourself of your clothes so quickly - standing before the Countess wearing nothing but a deep flush. 

"Mmh.. absolutely exquisite." 

Her words were like a physical caress within themselves, with a predatory look in her eyes that only made the space between your legs grow wetter. The way she moved in closer, heat rolling off of her body as large hands came to grasp onto your hips, instantly making you gasp. You whimpered slightly as the sweet sting of her nails dug into your supple flesh.  

Before you even had a chance to ask for what you wanted - to make a plea of a prayer and beg her to ravage you - your body was lifted with ease and your back against the cool, hard wood of her desk. So fast it practically made your head spin. Legs spreading for her almost subconsciously. 

And even given her height - even as the Countess sat back down, her large frame could still easily lean over you, nostrils flaring as she breathed in your musk. The chilled castle air around you only making the arousal between your legs ever more prevalent. She traced a single finger up the slit of you before bringing your essence to her mouth - tongue swirling around the tip of it, licking off the taste of you and making you shiver. 

"Tell me, pet." She paused, wettening her lower lip. "If you had your choice, what would you choose as your reward?" 

Your gaze immediately moved to her mouth, watching as a slow smirk began to curl at the edges. 

"Mhm.. precisely as I thought." 

You squirmed at the feeling of her warm breath skating over your inner thighs, the raw desire that moved over you unhindered was incomparable to anything you'd ever experienced. How your body ached - core dripped - all from the mere proximity of her. 

"Please." You begged. 

It was that single word coated in nothing but want that made the Countess hum in satisfaction, reveling in just how badly you wanted her - in how wet she made you - all without barely even touching you. She moved slow, like a predator, calculating her every move. Her gaze never faltering - locked into yours as if to dare you to look away. Of course you didn't - how could you? Not with the way she looked at you. Not with how the burning embers between your legs drank you in just before her tongue did the same. 

And gods, how you moaned, releasing a chorus of pleasure into the air like someone who hadn't been touched in months… years. The small of your back lifted effortlessly off the desk and your hips held safely in the Countess' hands as she pulled you forward, lengthening her tongue as far into your core as it could go. 

The absolute strength of it - the control - filling you deliciously before it flexed inside you. 

"Mmph- .. f-fuck." 

Your fingernails doing their best to dig into the hard wood beneath you as she murmured a single word against your clit. 

"Language." 

The vibration alone was enough to make you want to curse again, but you feared that would only make the Lady stop, leaving you a needy, dripping mess on her desk. So for now you only bit your lip, muffling the words that threatened to break through as her tongue began a slow and steady pace into you. The tip of it hitting exactly where you needed it to and spurring a wave of pleasure across your body with each thrust. 

"You taste divine, pet. Absolutely delicious." 

You whimpered embarrassingly - both at her tongue stopping and at her praise. 

"My lady… please.. don't.. stop.. please." 

You even went as far as to buck your hips needily in her hands, an act that only made her grasp on them tighten, claw seeping ever so slightly into the flesh of them. 

"Now, now.. behave pet." 

A single nip at your inner thigh had you crying out, tears of need playing at the corners of your eyes. 

"Sorry.. Countess.. please.." 

You could barely breathe let alone speak- barely speak let alone breathe. Words forced out through hitched breaths. Through needed want. Your arousal practically dripping onto the Lady's desk as she kept you lifted. A most unholy sound ripping through your throat when she dragged the width of her tongue up the slit of you, sucking over your clit before driving it back in. And of course the Countess moved your hips in tandem - with large, muscular hands flexing to grind your core against herself. The sheer size of her mouth fully enveloping you. 

It was a warmth like no other - heated and wet and oh so divine. Her tongue claiming you with each thrust. With every swirl over your clit and the hungry moans the Lady made at your taste. You had never been indulged in in such a way, with her insatiable mouth devouring you and her nails in your skin. 

"Please.. so close…" 

The Countess took your queue, curling her tongue in a way so it slide delicious over your clit as she continued to drive it deeply into you. Sucking every so often until she felt her hips begin to jerk. The movement alone almost seemed to fuel her on. As she lifted you even higher and dug her nails deep into your skin, forcing drops of crimson to trickle down your outer thigh. Her tongue became ravenous, her eyes completely dilated as she looked up at you. A gaze you could only hold for a minute before your head was falling back in a scream. White hot ecstasy spilling over your body like a warm bath. Igniting everything in it's path and blurring out your vision. 

Every inch of you was taut with desire as the violent orgasm ripped through you. And the Lady drank in every last drop of you, drinking it in until you were a breathless mess in her hands. Panting as she lowered your body back down to her desk. The rich wood cool against the heat of your skin. 

"Mmh.. well, well.. aren't you a little treat." 

The sight of her catching her breath between your legs - through half lidded eyes - with your essence still shimmering all over her ivory skin. 

"You.. fuck." 

Lady Dimitrescu chuckled, rising to her full height and lit a cigarette. 

"Language, pet."

"S-sorry." 

You closed your eyes, not able to move a single muscle as you let the after bliss roll over you. Waves of warmth that could only make a person's toes curl. 

You felt a soft kiss to your forehead and her scent wash over you as the Lady made her way towards the door. 

"Take all the time you need to collect yourself, dear. I'll have one of my daughters bring you a glass of water."

"Mh.. thank you, my lady." 

"Think nothing of it." Alcina replied, a soft swish of her robe and the turn of a lock. "Oh, and be a dear and send the next one in on your way out, hm?"

***

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[castaccio]

I can't get over the piano puzzle.

You only need to play 10 notes to solve it, but Ethan plays far more than what's required with expert-level skill—while down two fingers!

Maybe it's easier for a semi-professional than it looks to someone who hasn't touched the piano in years. I doubt that the recording they used to represent Ethan's performance was made with his circumstance in mind. But it nonetheless implies that he is INCREDIBLY skilled at playing the piano.

So I'm dedicating this post to nerding out about it! Feel free to let me know if any observations are off, or if CAPCOM has an official reason for using this recording…

Let's assume that his in-game performance is the only time he plays that piece while in castle Dimitrescu. Maybe he "air-plays" the piano to practice without making noise, but he does not play the piano aloud. He IS being stalked by the Dimitrescus, so it makes sense that he wouldn't want to play any more than he'd have to. And if Ethan has a lot of experience, it's more than possible for him to play it as well as he does first-try.

Experienced musicians tend to be really good at sight reading. (Playing an unfamiliar piece for the first time without practice, having only skimmed over the sheet music.) Lucky for Ethan, the excerpt of the piece that he plays seems decently easy to sight read. 

(This transcription, which you can find here, was made by Sheeva Shepa!)

The song's in a very easy key, C major, so there's no need to account for any unwieldy sharps or flats. The right-hand part is just the melody from the puzzle, which is very simple; there's no extra ornamental notes (sort of), so he can pick it up with little to no practice. Unfortunately, the left hand part makes things a bit difficult for Ethan.

Looking at the sheet music, the left hand part is composed entirely of (very unwieldy) arpeggios. This means that Ethan has to repeatedly play a wide range of notes at a constant rhythm while down two fingers on his left hand. THAT'S A LOT OF RANGE JUST *GONE*.

My hands are smaller—and I'm probably not using the best technique—but here's a comparison between how he'd usually play vs how he'd play in the castle:

[ID: In part 1 of the video, with the caption "Performance: Pre-RE8", I play the first arpeggio from the original sheet music using my pinky, index finger, and thumb. I'm able to comfortably maneuver each finger to reach every note without breaking pace.

[In part two, with the caption "Performance: Opera Hall", I play the same arpeggio using my middle finger, index finger, and thumb. It's unwieldy, as I have to rotate my hand in a "waddling" motion to reach every note.]

This isn't so much to comment on how much harder it would be in general, and more to comment on the difference that Ethan has to contend with. He would have to adjust to having a much more limited range on the fly with almost no practice. But—as he somehow adjusts to everything—he does it very well without messing up! Like…wow!! (I must say, I appreciate it even more after having to practice 20+ times to record for a video.)

...

Alright, aside from the left hand arpeggios, I think he can very easily tackle the piece as written if he's had many years of practice and skill.

…Except he doesn't tackle it as written.

Instead, for NO REASON AT ALL, he plays a melody that's NOT IN THE SHEET MUSIC!

He not only changes the melody itself, but he proceeds to play it IN OCTAVES!!! Yknow, for funzies!! That's playing two versions of the melody at the same time with the same hand! Compare what you hear in-game to Sheeva Shepa's transcription:

It might be easier for Ethan, who has larger hands, but it's still very annoying and said to be easy to mess up without practice. 

So why did he go to the trouble? It's not like it's in the sheet music or anything, so I guess he just voluntarily *chooses* to play octaves under threat of death from 4 vampire ladies. It makes it harder for him, but he does it anyway. And somehow, he plays it beautifully.

...

To close this off I just want to call back to Ethan's reaction. Listen to him. His breath is shaking when he gets his gun. He is audibly relieved when it turns out that the noise he hears is just the latch in the piano. The amount of stress he must've felt in his circumstances is absolutely insane, but somehow it doesn't manifest through slip-ups or shaky hands.

How Ethan handles the circumstances in Village and Biohazard will always astound me, but this particular example will always get me. On top of his excellent stress management and adaptability, he also has a lot of sheer skill that implies years of practice. Ethan is a great survivor and an amazing musician, and I will never let that go.

#I NEED more people to appreciate his musicianship #resident evil #ethan winters #ethan winters re8 #ethan winters re7 #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil 8 #re village #re #RANT WARNING:

[saltymongoose]

Something I've always thought about ever since the beggining of the self aware au:

What if the player was actually really big? I'm talking 4 mag agents stacked on top of eachother type of big. Idk I just wanted to hear your opinion on that even if it isnt whats going on in the actual au.

Like the auditor goes into players bedroom and has to use ALL of his energy to pick us up and bring us to nevada and the main 4 just kinda looking up at us once we escape and going like "how in the actual fuck did the auditor even keep you hidden for more than a second"

Okay so, to provide context for this answer I'm including this image for scale (from the wiki):

A MAG is like 2.5-3 times the size of Hank, so if you were four times the height of a MAG you'd be 10-12 times Hank's. In this AU, this means you'd be like 70'10" (2159 cm) to 85' (2590.8 cm) tall, so needless to say, really god damn big. You tower over buildings and could probably hold Gestalt like a child, so to normal grunts you'd be completely horrifying. Your size also makes it really hard for them to injure you; at best their blades are like little annoying splinters and their lower caliber ammunition has a hard time even penetrating your skin. So not only are you the height of a skyscraper, you're also almost completely invulnerable.

But if you thought your vessels would react negatively to this, you'd be dead wrong. To make a comparison, you know how Markiplier simped for Lady Dimitrescu in his RE8 playthrough? That's pretty much the main 3's response to your actual form haha. Hank and Deimos are especially starstruck by the sheer power you exude; when it comes to otherworldly influences, you're everything they expected and more. You could do the simplest thing like stand up and stretch and they'd be completely amazed, it's honestly really funny. They fawn over you constantly; Deimos always compliments your strength and your appearance (because really, the fact that you're such a tall figure just accentuates your beauty to him) and Hank just stares at you all lovestruck as you loom over him.

Sanford is more humbled by your height than anything, it makes him realize how small and vulnerable he can actually be (odd, considering his prowess at his occupation but that just makes the idea more impactful) and how insignificant he could've been. It makes him feel even more grateful for you taking notice of him, as compared to you he's really nothing special. The weight of your attention is more impactful to him, and he can't help the giddy grin that comes to his face as you direct your gaze to him. It also makes him oddly shy in this regard too.

2BDamned is really just astounded by you. How did the Auditor even manage to get you to Nevada against your will, much less hide you from its other denizens? Are all humans this tall? He'll take it as an opportunity to ask a lot of questions about you, not only to keep your attention on him but because he's fascinated by you. He will also admit that having someone so grand and powerful take even the smallest interest in him makes him feel a little flustered. Although, it also increases his own shame at his previous doubt of you too. In his mind, there's nothing you could possibly gain from them. You were more powerful than they could ever be from the beginning, so it's clear to him that you must be doing this out of genuine goodwill than for any underlying scheme. He doesn't feel like he really deserves your attention as a result, so he'll shower you with as much affection and interest as he can and follow your every word, if only so he believes that he's finally worthy of you.

Also, their thoughts aside, your height would make their battles kinda hilarious too. The moment you see that any of them are in trouble, you can literally just pick them up and keep them away from the entire situation. I mean, you could really just bat the enemies into a wall or something if you wanted to as well. But you don't because the adoring, excited way the boys look up at you whenever they eliminate someone is kinda cute. And it gives you the opportunity to praise them, which never fails to make them giddy. Although you do have to sit down to see exactly what they're doing, which is absolutely terrifying to the agents they have to fight. Like imagine having the three (or four, if Doc's there) most wanted criminals in Nevada try to break into the facility you work in, and then when you exit the building to try and stop them from getting in, a gargantuan shadow covers the entire place. You look up to see a creature that's too different and big to be a MAG (one with exposed facial features and colorful skin??) just gazing at you like you're an ant as they nonchalantly puppet your enemies with a single hand. Total eldritch horror moment for them before your boys eradicate them lol.

#tw: yandere #you: *exists* #the boys: hiii 🥰 #also for the record #Phobos would totally be into it too #ask #i ❤️ anons

[charlieisacastle]

I JUST REALIZED MARK EDITED ALL OF THE RESIDENT EVIL EPISODES HIMSELF BC OF FUCKING COURSE HE DID

#he wants to look at lady dimitrescu as much as possible #ejebdjdnd #i was like 'hmmm i wonder who edited these. its not marcus or lixian bc i know their style so maybe its rachel?'' #NAH SIKE ITS MARK HIMSELF #i shouldve known that tbh #markiplier #charlie.txt

[6mommymilkers9]

If your comfortable with this, how would the four lords react to fem!reader being pregnant?

As soon as I read this, I knew I had to write it! Thanks for the request :)

The Four Lord's With A Pregnant S/O Headcannons

Alcina Dimitrescu

° Alcina is extremely ecstatic. Considering you both...lacked the necessary equipment to have a child of your own, it was planned, so it was nothing but happiness for the Lord and yourself.

° Lady Dimitrescu, having daughters of her own, knew nothing of how to care for an infant or child no more than the size of her calf. Her daughters were born from Cadou; this was something new. She won't say she was nervous, but her eyes told her lies.

° The pregnancy was a very 'on the fence' type. Life in the small village wasn't as boring as everyone thinks, so the constant excitement was a bit of a problem. Thankfully your daughters let their antics subside (The mom look Lady Dimitrescu gave them scared the shit outta them).

° With that, there were maids, of the highest order per Alcina's request, that took care of you. They had helped you walk around when your baby bump grew heavy, making you wobble. As well as with getting up the stairs and such. You never touched a single broom or dusk cleaner during this time.

° Alcina took care of you in the more intimate ways. Putting away her books and drama with Mother Miranda, she gave you her iconic smile as she helped you bathe or rub your back when it was a testing day. She always made sure you wore a face around her.

° Over all, she may be nervous, but absolutely in love with her unborn child, ready to see them any moment to spoil the hell out of them. It's mother instinct you know.

Salvatore Moreau

° Moreau, as soon as he heard the news, was scared AS SHIT! Before his mutations, he was a doctor, the birthing wasn't what bothered him. It was the part of "I'm a dad?"

° Only Mother Miranda knows how he landed you as a partner, but you carrying his child? Oh boy that was something new. Him being insecure, this made it worse, but at the same time made him happier than ever. All he ever wanted was a family, and looks like he was getting it, even if he had the personality of a wet towel.

° He would stalk up on books about parenting and pregnancy to help you at any point he physically or mentally could. Since he is physically disabled from his reactions to the Cadou, he isn't that much of help with walking around or such things of that sort. He is more than happy to help you talk your head off. Even if he can't speak well, he musters the longest conversations he could with you to get things off your mind.

° He gives you tons of offerings and gifts. If you mentioned you liked something, he would get it for you. Though, he found you much preferred to be wrapped in his coat on the large bed you two shared in the mines. He would smile everytime he walks in on you napping in his coat, his pride shows through.

° With his happiness, he worries about his child's conditions. Would they be the same as him? Would they have his same complications? With the little technology he had, he couldn't know the answer and that scared him.

° What he suffers from was preventable, he doesn't want his child to suffer from something they were born with. To him, he saw it as cruel. This ends up with you having to comfort him until you convinced him that whatever happened, your child would be loved the same. Things will be alright.

Donna Beneviento

° Well, it's the same concept with Lady Dimitrescu. It was planned with some help. Now, in contrast to Alcina, Donna had dealt with a small child, bearing her own. Do to an accident, her child passed away, which made her dive into her work as a doll maker.

° She was extremely scared. Not for you, but your baby. Her failure to protect her child in the past projected to her child now. What if she couldn't protect the baby? What would she do in an emergency? In summary, she is a big worrier.

° All the corners in the houses and sharp objects were child protected, and you were only in your first trimester! That's not the worst of it, she was always by your side. It sounds nice, but she was way too clingy. After some talking, she gave you room to breathe.

° As a doll maker, she also had a hobby of knitting clothes, making outfits for your child. They arranged from dinosaurs, to dolls, to even herbs. You watched as she knit and even tried it out for yourself. Let's just say you ended up with a deformed sleeve. You let Donna handle the clothing from then on.

°She is always there to comfort you in any way possible. If she is off for a meeting, she makes sure Angie stays with you to keep you company and help with anything you need. Angie sees you as her mother and treats you as such. She can't wait to see her new sibling.

° When you are in pain, you bet Donna is on her way to make some tea with special herbs to help with it. Her green thumb is something special in that garden of hers. You couldn't thank her enough. Better than a prescription from a doctor anyways.

°She and Angie take great care of you and make sure your needs and wants are met. You have two amazing people..and dolls by your side. Just wait until the little one arrives!

Karl Heisenberg

° He is on the fence about it, really. It's not like he doesn't want the child, but he doesn't have the best parental figures. He doesn't know if he would be a good father or not.

° Over time, he would ease up, listening to your encouraging words about your future family and events. Though he still has moments of doubt when he wanders around the factory to tend to the Soldats that were malfunctioning.

° He ain't soft and he ain't a sissy, but that facade is thrown down the drain when he would curl up behind you to wrap his arms around your baby bump and whisper to his unborn child. He isn't much of a singer, but he hums songs from his childhood against your bump, thinking the baby could hear him.

° Karl absolutely gushes over you and the baby when he can feel a kick. He can sense the strength the little one has already. "Atta champ! Just like your old man." He is going to drag for days to his machines about the strength of his child and how they will grow to be a great leader someday.

° He is overprotective as anyone could think. Especially when Mother Miranda is around. Her, thinking it's her grandchild, decided one day to pay a visit. Karl wouldn't have that, nearly tripping over his own feet to drag her ass to the bottom of hell's tunnel.

° No one is going to mess with you and he makes sure to everyone that is clear. The Soldats don't even try to bother you. In a factory of killing machines, you are the being they are most afraid to even look at. Just wait until your child is born. Those poor machines.

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[wallflowerimagines]

Hi! If it’s not too much to ask, could you do some HC’s about the four Lords reacting to their s/o using current lingo/slang like “period”, “purr” around them for the first time? Maybe their s/o just came back from a trip home, and is all caught up with the outside world

If you already did something like this, ignore this. Have a good day :)

Short and sweet, just because I'm feeling a bit silly :)

Warnings: mild passing mentions of nsfw, swearing

Alcina Dimitrescu

Pretends she knows what you're talking about

Has no goddamn idea what you're talking about

You talk to her one day about "Stan culture" and how sometimes support and obsession bleed into each other, about watching people get "dragged", or "catching someone in 4k" ...while the Lady Dimitrescu smiles and nods and thinks about how she only knows about half of those words.

(Basically, your dynamic involves you being constantly ready to "spill the tea", and Alcina being Very Concerned about the handwoven silk rugs.)

Alcina is very much someone who corrects "Can I use they bathroom?" Into "May I use the bathroom?" so when you start throwing nonsense words into your vocabulary it irks her.

However, she refuses to let you know. Clearly these words have meaning and sense to you, and she is determined to at least try to understand what you're saying. She's able to pick up on a lot using context clues, and can usually trick you into elaborating, so she's got a 50/50 shot at actually knowing what you're talking about.

You're starting to catch on, though. She can't quite hide her eye twitch when you compliment her "new fit"

Alcina, through clenched teeth: It's Armani--

Donna Beneviento

She's confused, but she has the spirit!

She does her best to keep track of all of the terms you use, but will definitely take a long, long while to adapt to your new... vocabulary.

It's like dealing with someone who grew up sheltered in some sort of cult (which, let's be honest, is a little too accurate), she's trying to adapt to what you're saying, but it doesn't quite click?

She hears you use "simp", "cap", "bet" and other common words, and in an effort to connect with you tries her best to actually use them herself.

This has...mixed results.

You've caught her describing a new doll craft project she's working on as 'a sus', and when you press her for details, Donna tells you that she was under the impression that 'sus' was an abbreviation for success. She's proud of her work!! It's a SUS project, right?

.... Look, be nice. She's trying.

She looks like an abandoned kitten when correct her, but her face quickly settles into a determined frown. This is a possible bonding experience,an opportunity for the two of you to connect, and Donna refuses to give up!

One day, Donna walks into the room, nervously shifting from foot to foot, before tossing the ball of yarn in her hands into the yarn basket. Then she turns to look at you.

"I--I...um. Yeet?"

You throw your hands skyward and cheer

Salvatore Moreau

"Look at the little skrunkly!" You croon at a goofy looking crow waddling about the dock. "What a sweet little blorbo!"

Moreau: ???????

This poor man is so lost.

He tries! Don't get me wrong, Salvatore tries so hard to keep up with the hip new lingo you use, but --

New vocab??? At his age????

Absolutely not

Salvatore is trapped in a state of constant befuddlement around you, and he has no idea what to do about it.

You always know, though, because he gives you these big puppy dog eyes every time you say something a little too out there.

He wants to understand what you're saying but... Why do you want to "pay him to crush your skull"? Salvatore would never hurt you! He would die without you! 🥺

All of these misunderstandings lead you to explain your Brand New Words to your fish bf, but he still can't quite get the hang of it.

It's not like he doesn't try! But uh....

Cadou experiments + Memory Problems = Bad retention ability. Unfortunately for him, Slang just doesn't stick.

Unknowingly, Moreau is the most successful of all the lord's at getting you to stop using slang. You just... Feel bad? About him not understanding you, and it makes you slowly force yourself to cut back on more modern terminology.

Let's just say Moreau is lucky you're down bad 💕💕 (...Even if he has no goddamn clue what that means)

Karl Heisenberg

Believe it or not Heisenberg doesn't really care?

You talk funny every so often. It's not that big of a deal. Sometimes he's even able to fill in the blanks using context clues, and when he can't he'll just ask you what you mean. Problem solved.

...Or it would be.

Because, of course, you tease him about being such an "old man" and then it's game fucking on

From that point on, Heisenberg makes an effort to know the slang in order to get it wrong on purpose.

He'll read over your shoulder to check your phone, make meticulous mental notes about certain phrases and idioms, but it's all done with the long term goal of making you suffer.

It's like the "Are you winning son" memes, but fully malicious. He's researching. He's gathering information. And he will use it to destroy you at every possible opportunity.

When you least expect it, he drops a nuclear warhead in the conversation--

Heisenberg tells you of his long term plans to "soft block" Mother Miranda and you are sent reeling

You compliment his newest soldat and he just says "wig" in response???? He decides to order his favorite "finna" at a restaurant??? Karl will make out with you and then very gently declare how much he "cancels" you??????

It doesn't matter how much you correct him-- Karl is too old to know better, right? How can he possibly get all this slang right?😈

Unless you apologize, you two will be mid-sex, with him bending you over and pounding you into his workbench, and just before you cum he will whisper "is that bet enough for you?" into your ear.

You are suffering, and Heisenberg not only knows it, but thrives in that knowledge.

Enjoy your own personal Hell. ❤️

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #karl heisenberg #re8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady beneviento x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #silly

[animefans-stuff]

I'd have an idea ! :D

Could I request the four lords going yandere and fighting with the other lords over fem reader, who is just like Sherlock Holmes and is ignoring them on purpose, because it annoys her and thinks, that love is a waste of time ???

Like, how would they react to being ignored ?

How would they try to impress the reader ?

And how would they keep their competition away from reader ?

Please make it long headcanons^^

Thank you ! :DDD

I don't know much about Sherlock Holmes, but I will gladly do this so, I hope that's okay. Also, sorry if you don't like it.

Warnings; Yandere themes, four lords trying to impress you, violence, Reader ignoring them.

Please enjoy.

They didn't know what was so interesting about you. You were just like any other villager, But for some reason. The Four Lords all found themselves attracted towards you ever since Miranda had introduced you to the village. For whatever reason.

Miranda had held a meeting to see who you'd work with first. And if that went will, then they'd possibly be able to keep you.

And no surprise, that lead into a fight.

Lady Dimitrescu stated that she's the best person to care/work with, as Heisenberg scoffed and said that he hardly ever got to keep any new visitors. They started going at each other's throats while spewing plenty of insults.

Donna watched her ' brother and sister ' fight before having Angie try and convince you to come back with them. As Salvatore hesitated for a moment, before tugging on your arm. Wanting to drag you back to his part of the village.

Miranda quickly stopped the fights and said that they won't be working with you. Until they start acting less childish.

This upset all of them.

Miranda then dismissed them and had you stay close to her for a while.

The four lords will act more harsh towards each other.

Lady Dimitrescu and Heisenberg will insult each other more then usually as for Donna + Angie, they'll pick on Moreau and the others.

Moving on.

They'll all try to impress you.

All of the time.

Like they hardly give you any time to breath, as their constantly giving you gifts/invitations to join them, etc

Angie will always cling onto your arm/leg. While Moreau trys arguing w/ the doll.

They also get jealous easily. Like to the point were they can't stand you talking about one of the others.

Aside from getting jealous from themselves, the Lord's can all agree that they hate seeing the villagers near you.

A villager can look in your direction and the next thing you know, their being torn apart by Dimiatrescu's daughters.

That villager that offered you a gift earlier, is now being chased by lycans.

The villager that was being just a little too friendly towards you ? Is now being stabbed by dolls.

It's honestly, so strange had how villagers start disappearing. Huh ?

Oh yeah, and they freaked out. When Ethan had arrived, they were all so scared that he'd take you away from them.

I'm honestly starting to run out of ideas

All in all, the four lords want you all for themselves, and it doesn't matter who or what they have to go through. To win your affection.

#lady dimitrescu x y/n #karl heisenberg x reader #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #angie beneviento x reader #re8 x reader #re8 headcanons #yandere four lords #i tried my best #enjoy i guess

[heisenho]

Karl x Fem!Reader that also has the ability to bend metal and being his little apprentice. Like they go from mentoring to lovers?

Power

[Karl Heisenberg x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI! Good ol' pussy eatin', Karl being a bit of a dick, just normal re8 stuff.

A/N: This was so fun to write, i do hope you like it! Thanks so much for this request! This is more... uh reader loathing karl and then letting him mentor her, and then they become lovers. i hope that is okay dfijffnwfjw

“Fuck!” You screamed out, stomping your foot. “Why can’t I just live with Lady Dimitrescu?”

You were growing angry. Rage boiled inside of you. You let out a loud, shrill scream and slammed your foot against the metal you were supposed to be moving around with your fucking mind.

“Shit!”

Another yell. You grabbed your foot and fell to the ground, rolling in the dirt for a minute.

“Get the fuck up.”

You stopped your rolling and your eyes shot towards Heisenberg. You stood up and glared at him. You crossed your arms and stepped closer to him.

“Girl,” Heisenberg growled, “You do not wanna do that.”

When you were first sent to live with Heisenberg, you were sure it was going to be hell, he was terrifying. But now, it was hell because he was being bossy.

“You’re lucky I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Otherwise... You’d be-”

“What? What would I be?

Your arms fell to your sides, your fingers digging into your palms. You screamed again and turned to stomp away from Heisenberg. His jacket rustled and you ignored it, thinking he was probably going to fuck around with his powers just to show off.

Show off, he did.

A piece of metal came flying towards your legs and wrapped around your shins, knocking you to the ground. A scared noise fell from your lips and you scratched at the ground, trying your best to stop whatever was happening. Once it registered that you were not about to get away, you let yourself slide towards Heisenberg.

The metal around your legs began to pull you upwards and you tensed. You truly had not expected to start fucking floating. The metal tightened as your moved higher into the air, thankfully Heisenberg seemed to not want to drop you.

“Oh, if only there were a way you could escape this.”

You swung your arm out and let out a strangled, stressed scream as he caught it. “Karl, let me down right now!”

Blood was starting to rush to your head. Heisenberg was deadpan, watching you struggle. He didn’t look comfortable, but he also was letting it happen. As you were leaning up, pulling at the metal, Heisenberg reached up to you, the metal falling and you dropping into his arms.

He quickly set you down and began to walk back to his factory. “C’mon, we’ll try again tomorrow.”

You looked down at the metal and tried your best, really giving it your all, and moved your hand outward, towards it, but nothing happened.

“Karl,” you let out a soft whine, “I can’t do this.”

Karl came up from behind and sighed. You knew for sure he was about to pull some more bullshit, so you tensed. Karl’s face dropped, his eyes softening, but you couldn’t quite see that. You could, however, hear Karl sigh.

“We’re gonna try something different.” Karl stepped behind you and your body only tensed even more.

Karl placed his gloved hand on your bicep and slid it down your arm, causing your breath to catch in your throat. “Focus on the metal,” he brought your hand upwards and uncurled your fingers, which were digging into your palm. “Just think about moving it, it’ll come naturally.”

You nodded and relaxed into him, “Okay.”

Suddenly the metal moved. You gasped and practically ripped away from Karl, your excitement bubbling over. You turned and looked at him with wide eyes.

“I did it!”

“Told ya it wasn’t hard.”

You huffed at him, “You literally dragged me around the dirt yesterday, sir! Do not go talking about this bein’ easy!”

Karl snorted, “Whatever, girl,” his eyes rolled behind his sunglasses. “Now, we can get to the actual training.”

You stood across from Karl, in the scrapyard, your fingers twitching at your sides. You were finally getting good at whatever the hell Miranda had “blessed” you with, and Karl was taking training up a notch.

The metal began to float around you causing you to feel a little anxiety. You brought your arms up, palms facing Karl, and you pushed some of the metal back towards him. As you did that, he snapped his fingers, effortlessly causing a piece of metal to fly at you. A short whine escaped you as it scraped your cheek.

Warmth ran down your cheek. Blood.

“Not fair!”

“Life isn’t fair, Kitten,” Karl smirked.

You blinked, and your hands fell down to your sides. Your entire body tensed and without even thinking, you caused the metal to shift around you. Every single piece, even the ones near Karl, hit the ground. Hard.

“That’a girl!”

Karl walked towards you and smiled proudly. Your stomach twisted and you swallowed hard. Something about that pet name, and the way he said it... He had your stomach in knots. You gave him a nervous smile and nodded.

“Thanks. I totally meant to do that.”

Karl laughed, “Let’s go inside, I think that’s enough for today. Anyway,” Karl brought his gloved hand to your cheek, “You’re bleeding. You need to clean that up.”

Without thinking, you swatted him away and leaned back from him. Karl, unbeknownst to you, was not a fan of that reaction. His face dropped, slightly, before he gave you a cocky grin once more.

The both of you walked in, and you knew you were going to have to deal with your new feelings, one way or another.

It had been about a week since ‘the incident’ and you could not get the way he called you ‘kitten’ out of your head. He hadn’t said it since, he had barely gotten close to you unless he was training with you, and even then he kept his distance.

You had to find a way to relieve stress and you had to find one soon. Being a desperate woman, you decided, when there was a family meeting, you were going to find one of Alcina’s daughters and ask her for help.

And you did just that.

“Daniela,” You pulled her to the side and prayed that Karl wouldn’t find you, “I need help.”

“Ooooh~” She let out a laugh, or what you could only assume was a laugh, “what does the newest member of the family need?”

“Please keep quiet, this is important to keep between us, and only us.”

“Of course,” she grabbed your shoulder and smiled at you.

‘Maybe she’s trying to make me feel less scared?’ You thought. “Anyway...” You tried to shrug her hand away, “Look, do you ladies have any... toys. Just, like, around the castle?”

“Toys?” Daniela cocked her head, “I didn’t think you wanted to play with men?”

Your eyes widened, “No! Sex toys!” You hissed at her.

Her eyes lit up, “Oh! Of course. Follow me, my cute little pet.”

And just like that, you were completely set up to relieve your stress.

Finding a secluded area was not the easiest. So many of Karl’s little experiments wandered around. But once you found it, you were ecstatic.

You were sprawled out on a small pallet you had made. You had surrounded yourself with some metal, a barrier between you and the creatures that could find you. Keeping it up was becoming a hassle, especially once you started feeling immense pleasure.

You had been messing around with yourself for a good half of the day. You had somehow convinced Karl to let you wander off and not work that day. He said he had things he needed to tend to, and let you go off on your own.

You were taking breaks in between sessions, but nothing was like the real thing. The vibrations of the toy were sending shockwaves through your body. You were getting close to the edge, toes curling, eyes rolling back, and body tensing. And, unlike all your other orgasms, you let out a loud whimper.

“Hey, girl-” Karl called out, obviously looking for you.

“Karl-” You moaned out, not registering Karl’s voice.

Something had come over you, you were completely wrecked by the thought of Karl having his way with you. To the point where you called out for him. And he most definitely heard you.

The metal dropped around you and you, suddenly, you were forced to face Karl. Once and for all. A scream ripped from your throat and you closed your legs, pulling your large, button up shirt, over your knees.

“Fuck!” You yelled, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

“Damn,” Karl, being the extreme gentleman he was, noticed you weren’t entirely comfortable and covered his eyes. “If you needed some help you could have asked.”

“Karl!” You shouted throwing the sex toy to the side. Face burning, body trembling, mind filled with pure embarrassment, you just sat on the floor, “Shut up!”

Suddenly, you realized what he said. Your jaw dropped and your arms, that were wrapped around your legs, tensed.

“Last chance,” Karl smirked, eyes still hidden, “you obviously need-”

“Okay.”

That was all he needed to hear. His hand dropped from his face and he stalked towards you. Without a word, Karl leaned down, picked you, and tossed you over his shoulder. Letting out a small gasp, you hung down his back. One of his hands held you steady while the other rested on your ass.

The both of you reached his ‘room’, just an area with a mattress on the ground not as many experiments around. Karl placed you down on the mattress and leaned over you, he peeked over his sunglasses at you.

“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted this.”

Heisenberg’s mouth was the shell of your ear, his breath causing your body to react in the best way possible. He pulled back and stared you down, like a predator ready to devour their prey. Your knees knocked together and you were looking up at Heisenberg with big doe eyes. His large calloused hand grabbed one of your knees and he pulled your legs apart, gently.

“I was wondering where that shirt went...”

“Well, maybe if you had more shirts you wouldn’t have noticed.”

Karl chuckled, a rumble coming from his chest, and you felt like you had made some type of mistake, “Are you sure you wanna get that tone with me, kitten?”

“Yes...” It sounded more like a question than an answer, but the confidence was almost there.

“How are you so bratty, yet so cute?” Karl positioned himself between your legs.

You shrugged, unable to find words to say. Your brain was malfunctioning at the worst time. You had thought about this moment, even dreamed of it, and now there you sat, looking like some deer in headlights. You were vulnerable and so small compared to him.

“You sure you’re up for this, kitten? You’re looking a little-”

“I’m good!” Your voice cracked, “You have no clue how much I’ve wanted this- you. I just kinda thought you... hated me.”

Karl cocked his head at you, “How? You’re fucking amazing. I thought you hated me, the way you tensed when we were training... I just assumed you were afraid.”

“Karl,” you spoke so calmly, as if you weren’t almost naked and completely vulnerable under him, “as I said before, you dragged me through the dirt with metal...”

“That was just tough love,” Karl smirked down at you, before his facial features softened, “I can make it up to you?”

You nodded, wondering what he had in mind.

“Lean back,” he moved down, positioning himself between your legs, his body keeping your legs from closing.

You complied of course, and leaned back for him. Your back hit the mattress and you let out a shaky sigh. Karl began to softly kiss up your thigh, his large hands pulling your legs further apart. Your hands gripped at the bare mattress below you and you arched into Karl’s mouth.

Once he reached your cunt, you let out a soft moan, waiting for more. One of Karl’s hands gripped at your hip, while the other pulled your shirt up further. His hand quickly moved from your shirt and to your bare ass.

“I promise, I’ll be gentle,” Karl murmured right before his tongue licked a stripe up your pussy.

You gasped. God, it was everything you had imagined, and better. His tongue quickly found your clit and he sucked at it, briefly, before getting back to your pussy.

You let out a soft hum of pleasure, your hands knocking his hat off and grabbing at his hair. You pulled at it and Karl immediately stopped.

“Girl,” his chest rumbled, and his eyes snapped up at you, “I don’t think you’re prepared for what that brings.”

You couldn’t answer, you were genuinely too in the moment to register anything but your own pleasure. And you were getting close to cumming. Your back arched, and your toes curled, once his lips met your throbbing pussy again.

“Karl,” your voice was loud, but not loud enough.

“Kitten, who’s making you feel this good?”

“You- You are!”

Your feet jerked, pulling you up on your tiptoes, and your back curved, causing your hips to push into Karl, letting his tongue go deeper.

“Karl! I’m- I’m gonna-” You were cut off, everything becoming too much.

You gasped loudly and the entire factory shifted and groaned. Your eyes screwed shut and your entire body tensed under him. Karl did not slow. You felt the metal around you beginning to move.

Your eyes snapped open, just in time for you to witness the metal starting to come to life around the two of you. You fell, your back colliding with the mattress once more, and the metal fell back down. The factory stopped creaking, the only noise now being your loud panting.

“Damn, girlie,” Karl brought his face up to yours, “you’re more powerful than I thought...”

Karl gave you a kiss, and you quickly deepened it. Your arms wrapped around his neck and held himself above you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you softly mewled beneath him. Reluctantly, Karl pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours.

“How about-” he paused, thinking about his wording, “how about we take this shit over? Fuck everyone else. Me and you, kitten, that’s all that matters.”

You quickly answered, unsure if it was the fact he just ate your pussy, the love you felt for him, or your genuine hate for Mother Miranda. Or all of the above, “How about we fuck first? The vibrator just wasn’t doing it. We can think about world domination after sex.”

“I like the sound of that.”

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg imagine #beff writes #anzu-sl #i love karl so much #like. #karl top me challenge #i hope this was good!!! #aaaaa #im always nervous to post a fic lol