#the lost boys x dimitrescu!reader

[cillivnz]

RUNAWAY BRIDE [Lord Dimitrescu]

pairing. Lord Alcides Dimitrescu x Ex!Wife Reader

genre. angst, smut.

warnings. nsfw (18+). infidelity, abandonment, cannibalism, gore descriptions, murder, separation, hunter-prey-chase dynamics, manipulation, pregnancy, cursing, pet-names, mention of cults, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, clit-play, breast/nipple-play, multiple orgasms, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, doggystyle, crying.

word count. 3.7k+

a/n. idk how i feel about this :,) sweet anon, thank you so much for requesting this! i apologise for not getting to work sooner, but i hope it was worth the time! feedback is always appreciated <3 NOT PROOFREAD. EXCUSE INACCURATE TRANSLATIONS (I USE GOOGLE)

translations. “Mireasa fugară” - The Runaway Bride. “draga mea sotie” - my darling wife. “mireasa mea fugitivă” - my runaway bride. “Comoara mea” - My precious. “căprița mea mică” - my little doe. “iubițel” - darling/sweetheart. “Draga mea” - My darling.

listening to. HIM — Lose You Tonight - Thulsa Doom Extended Dub

TEARING HELL FOR LEATHER, you were cursing Fate and her knack for irony, because as you galloped like a doe from one forest Spruce to another, you were sure you were being compared to one by your tiger hunters; a dumb doe, too.

For thinking you could outrun them.

Vampiric barbarians that chased prey like you for sport, and devoured your meaty, lifeless bodies for dinner.

‘None of it seemed to be a problem to you then, so why now, my darling?’

You could hear his voice ring in the eye of your mind, a taunt, perhaps a warning, that you had no choice now but to suffer the consequences of a lustful love that once became the root of your existence.

You had been the talk of the town, rather, every town coming under The Four Houses; firstly, for your damn-near blasphemous marriage to him, and then when you ran away from him, leaving him to be a bastard widow of sorts.

Lord Alcides Dimitrescu and his Runaway Bride.

“Mireasa fugară”

Of all titles given to you, from ‘his little doe’, to Lady Dimitrescu, or even ‘Mother Dearest’ by your adoptive children, the one that stuck was this.

As you tear through the verdure of the outskirts of your renounced Castle, you hope the now-grown men chasing you remember how you were their “Mother Dearest” as boys.

“Mother, that’s enough,” grunted Boian, your oldest, ever the most obedient and faithful, but his loyalties will remain to his father, and so he’ll hunt you down for his validation, if he must.

“Yeah, Mommy, aren’t you getting tired of the cats-and-mouse chase?” Cătălin intervened, a snarky comment always on the brat’s lips, but his mischief and naughtiness had always warmed your heart.

“Just come back to father— to us,” begged Dorin, your youngest. He had always been the most attached to the idea of you as his mother, clutching onto your dress and hiding behind you when his father would scold him for blinding the messenger raven by throwing rocks at it, and would always consider you to be the epitome of the ideal woman.

Your eyes well up at their cries for you, but you must do this. You mustn’t ever return to Castle Dimitrescu, the hellish abode of Satan himself.

Not after his cannibalistic tendencies were shamelessly rubbed in your face, a mortal noblewomen who lost the people of her kingdom to her husband’s appetite.

The night was cold, the frost blanketing over the foliage like a cruel lover’s intoxicating embrace.

Speaking of a noxious love, you were preparing in your chambers, to let go and breathe the air of freedom and quit living in a necromantic land ruled by tyranny.

“‘Ya almost done?” A thick transatlantic accent broke the eerie silence of your quarters.

Where the only sound heard was that of your beating heart, now, the planting of wet kisses along your spine was sounded, too.

“Karl…” you whimpered in hesitation,

“I know, bub, we’re leaving as soon as ‘ya finish packing.” He planted one final kiss on your shoulder before leaving you alone; once again the silence fell.

Your heart palpitated, sinking into the pit of your stomach with guilt, making you sigh as you second-guess your decision. It’s ironic how you spent your entire life in the belief of infidelity being the biggest sin— the ultimate blasphemy to betray whom you’re betrothed to, and now you’re forsaking your husband to live a “normal” life with his friend.

“Fuck me,” you groan. You were never one to use profanities so casually, but the given circumstances had you cursing like a sailor. Clutching your bag of belongings, you make your way outside of the chambers. You see your chamberlain bustling about the halls, eagerly preparing for dinner for the five of you— Lord, Lady, and children. She nods curtly at you, “Pasha, where must the Lord be,” you inquire. She immediately stops tending to the kitchen staff and pays full heed to you. “He is still at the Tower of Worship, m’ Lady,” Pasha replies.

Right, so he’s still where he’d said he’d be; where he requested you to accompany him, but you refused, feigning a faux headache that your stress soon turned genuine.

“I am going to accompany him there, don’t wait for me for supper,” you dismiss her and her ‘but’s’ of concern for your health.

As you walk towards the Tower, your steps felt faltered, meek. The damp, chilly air only constricted your breathing and the large ruby on your ring finger that once fit you like a glove, back when he proposed to you on one knee, levelling your height then, felt like needles pricking into your soft flesh— a beautiful but bitter reminder of your imprisonment.

The ruby glowed when you walked past the Tower, as if telling you that the object of your desires— your demise— is in there.

You ignore all omens screeching at you, and disappear into the night; Karl Heisenberg waiting for you on the outskirts of the town in a chariot.

“What happens now,” you inquire, breathless from kissing Karl. “We’ll live off of regular means. I’ll look for a job in welding, and you— well, bub, with a face like yours you could start your own cult,” he smirks, nuzzling his bearded face into your neck.

You try to laugh but your conscious was grim.

“HE KNOWS, IT’LL ONLY A MATTER OF TIME!” Cătălin had a possessed look on his face, his raven hair wild in the wind, yellow eyes fluorescent in the dark.

Tears stream down your face, the wind carrying them to your storming children.

You were tired, wanting the nightmare to be over. Never having anticipated these to be the consequences— hell, had you known, you would’ve never accepted either man’s proposal— neither Alcides nor Karl.

Alas, a woman’s beauty is to blame for bad luck.

When the sound of thunderous strides tearing through foliage is no longer heard behind, you stop dead in your tracks, hidding behind the largest tree of the forest, a century old banyan.

Your haggard breath created a veil of fog around you, your eyes dart in every nook and corner for a sign of your predators, not knowing they’re circling you from each direction, until the leap in front of you.

“Mamă,” Dorin cooed, his voice soft. Cătălin pushed past him, cornering you further in. He wipes the sweat on his lip with the back of his hand, his eyes flick from a pale beige colour to an electric yellow.

“Say you want us to take you back to Dad,” he grabs you by the shoulders, forcing you to look into his eyes. Your pupils dilate, your subconscious felt manipulated into a trance.

“No!” You intended to slap away his grip, but what surprised the three was that there was no need for you to. Your own eyes glimmered a fluorescent amber, hypnotising him to back off.

“That’s enough,” Dorin intervened, his voice gruff, depicting maturity you didn’t know he was capable of possessing.

Boian stood closest to you know, your eyes watering with heavy tears, like the reflection of the sun in a stream.

“Rest, mother.” His eyes shined the brightest, compelling you to comply, and your tired mind just wanted it for the sufferance to end.

THE FIRST SIGHT YOU SEE when you awoke was of the gothic ridges adorning the ceiling of your— Alcides’ bedroom.

Wait, what—

You shoot up from your grave of silk bedding, eyes landing directly on the man you were dreading, the man you abandoned, the man you married.

His kept stubble grew into a full beard, tiny specks of grey were illuminating in his roots, and he was seemingly taller, with the pride of having stolen you from the world once again.

“Good morning, draga mea sotie,” he spoke with a nonchalant face, but you of all people knew when you heard amusement in his tone. “I take it you slept well, thanks to our oldest—”

“Keep my boy off of your necromantic ways,” you cut him off.

“Dare you suggest I cut off his diet? Starve my boy? Rob him off of his luxuries—”

“I’m suggesting you raise normal nobles, not cannibals in a cult,” your voice came out weaker than you expected, and the faux offense feigned on the tyrant Lord’s face turned into a smug grin, “There’s nothing normal about nobility, and you’re one to talk,”

“They told me what happened.”

Your eyes widen— the same eyes he’s referring to right now. “No. Th-that was an accident—”

“‘That so? How come you have the symptoms of a plague that never infected you, hm?” He moves closer, from the edge of the bed to right beside your bare knees. “Unless you’ve had it embedded in you, or you’ve resorted to our diet, the odds are not in your favour, mireasa mea fugitivă.”

“How dare you call me that,” you sneered.

“How dare you hide my unborn child from me.”

“How dare you leave me.”

You dare not look at him now, face turned away from him, clenching your jaw while your eyes well up with fury.

“Comoara mea, look at me,” his large hands grab a hold of your chin, and the gentleness took you by surprise. He makes you face him, and when you look into his amber eyes your expression softens.

He stares into your glassy doe eyes, parted plump lips quivering, “There’s căprița mea mică,” he smiled— not smirked in his usual conceit, but smiled— the smile you received when you stood in the chapel of the Tower of Worship, and swore yourself to him.

His lips find yours in a yearning kiss— gentle, longing, and passionate. You clutch his half-unbuttoned shirt, remembering how you’d have to stand on your tiptoes to button them for them, not that the trimmed chest hair ever bothered you, if anything, it got you hot and bothered, which is why you buttoned him up. The fabric crinkles under your grip, and whether you were holding onto him to push him away or pull him closer was something you couldn’t figure out.

His hands tear open your blouse, and you couldn’t help but compare the act with the way you’ve caught him ripping through human flesh.

You pull away.

“You know why I left, and why I’ll leave again,” your chest heaved, breathless.

“Because I’m cruel? A cannibal?”

“Like your little paramour was any better.” He spat, and your eyes widened.

He knew about Karl, “What?”

“Please, ‘y really think he left you in a tavern full of drunken hunters every night and day to weld weapons? He’d deal in his work for a pound of flesh from the very hunters whose tables you’d been scrubbing,” he revealed, running a hand through his onyx locs.

He knew everything.

“Karl couldn’t— where is he?!” The realisation of his a sense dawned on you.

“Being served— as dinner.” He smirked.

The metal man was dead.

“Come on, don’t tell me you felt for that bastard. He was your exit ticket, I know, but other than that what’s he got,” says your ex-husband, meaning to say, “What’s he got that I don’t— that I didn’t?”

You couldn’t meet his eyes, so the tantalising question hangs over the cold tension of the room.

This time his hand grabs ahold of your nape, tugging the hair towards him.

“Don’t go all quiet on me now, my darling,” he cooed, voice husky and soft despite the harsh pain he was inflicting on your scalp.

“What do you want, Alcides?” You spat, and he smiled at his little spitfire.

“Another chance,” he spoke almost instantly, a request lingering in the air.

“—To do better for you, and my unborn child.” He’s patient, oh so careful with you, like this doe’s made of glass.

He grips your calf, causing you to wince. Immediately he searches for the reason of your pain, noting it to be a laceration.

“Lie back, relax, and let me take care of you,” he cooed, making his way to catch your lips, “Let me worship you the way I should’ve.”

You couldn’t help but lean into the kiss. He had a way with words, a way so profound that he had you wrapped around his abnormally large finger the minute he set eyes on you.

You succumb. And fuck, do you succumb?

“Mireasa fugară”, her Tyrant Lord— a cruel tale men would recite at the tavern table, laugh at Fate and her knack for irony. Perhaps, they’d compare her beauty to their distraught wives’, curse their luck for not making her theirs, they’d surely have treated her better than the Cannibal, and the barkeep ladies yearn for the sight of a mammoth hulking in their pub, offering a penny to anyone who’d tell him with whom his wife ran away with. He who hunts hunters for sport, lost all wits and appetite for destruction over a woman.

The men laugh, their ale clinks, the barkeeps scrub the tables with a satiated sigh. Such is life, a beautiful ending to a tragic tale.

His kisses follow the trail from the corner of your lips to your jawline, your prominent collarbones. He takes a minute to observe the glass flesh which was earlier always adorned in tyrian purple like a leash of love; now the slate was clean, the collar, erased— a cruel reminder of the last time you made love— so casually that night, and had he known it would’ve been the last for a very long time, he’d have given you a night to remember— not that you ever forgot.

Alcides got to work, gently suckling on your pulse points. His beard pricked your soft flesh, sending jolts of arousal through you. You bit your lip, holding back moans, but the minute his mouth landed on your breasts, you were a goner. He kneaded them, caressed and fondled them. He noticed how your breasts had swell up, your body preparing for sustaining the child that hadn’t even developed into a bump yet. His serpentine tongue peaked out, encircling your hard nipple. Wet kisses trailed along the valley of your breasts, every inch of your body was covered in his essence.

When he reached your belly, he peered at you. Amber yellow eyes were blown out in lust, staring into the crests of your soul as his lips pressed into your flesh in a chaste kiss.

“It’s happy,” he began, causing your trance to break momentarily, “To have its parents back together,” he continued. A swell of overwhelm gathered in your heart, but that was every moment in a relationship with Alcides.

All thoughts and sense left your mind when his face was between your thighs. His broad shoulders were enough to have you fully spread out for him, even more than you’d like. He observed your body, the flutter of your walls, the blood rush to your clit, all were odes to his heed, and with immediate urgency.

The first lick to your cunt sent you spiralling back to doomsday. What every fibre of your being tried to prevent was unravelling right before your eyes, and the worst part? You wanted it to happen, you craved it, needed it like he needed human flesh. Maybe you two weren’t so different in your desires, you gnaw at his being alive and he eats corpses.

“Prettiest pussy,” he spoke, smothered in your thighs. His gentle licks were putting pressure on your sensitive spots, the texture of his abnormal tongue had always coaxed your soul to ooze through your orgasmic tides. Your clit was constantly taunted by the tip of his tongue, flicking and sucking on the bundle of nerves, relishing in the sight of you writhing and pulsating.

Soon enough, his tongue slipped into your velvety walls, the wet muscle stretching your constricting walls in a manner so painfully good.

Sex with Alcides had always been excruciatingly good, and tonight this artist put on his finest performance for his favourite audience of one.

You were squirming in his grasp, trying to get away before coming undone, but he wouldn’t budge, if anything, his tongue dove in deeper into your clenching pussy.

With fervent rubs of your clit, he had you coming in his mouth, a celestial maiden quenching the thirst of a mortal with ichor.

You struggled in overstimulation, but Alcides only lapped further at the juices dripping down his chin.

“One,” he rose, parting your legs further. He positioned his fingers on your mound, pressing down firmly. The feel of your cunt convulsing with need sent him tremors down his spine. He eased a finger in, and you gasped at the sudden intrusion. The sharp digit sat fat and deep inside you, slowly curling to the rhythm of its master’s drum.

Your clit throbbed, and with senses as heightened as yours, it ached. Alcides was quick to soothe or intensify the pain, leaning in to lick leisurely at the bud, while his finger teased your sweet spot.

Another digit in had tears welling up in your eyes, and soon the stream flowed down your cheeks as his rhythm picked up pace.

“Hurts, iubițel,” you whined, and Alcides froze.

‘iubițel’, was something he hadn’t been addressed as for years. A genuine smile flashed on his handsome face, you’re accepting it— accepting him.

“I know, Draga mea, but you can take it,” he got back to sucking your clit while scissoring your cunt open with his thick digits. “Alcides, fuck!” You moaned wantonly, gushing all over him. He grinned from ear to ear, eager to coax more of that squirt out. His movements tripled in velocity, and soon enough, he pulled out only to replace his digits with his mouth, drinking every spurt of your juices.

“Two,” he groaned, licking his glistening lips.

He pulled you closer by the neck, crashing his lips onto yours in a passionate tango of tongue. He was quick to turn you around, manhandling you on your fours came naturally to him; too easily did you comply.

The feeling of his fat cockhead rubbing against your tender entrance was nostalgic to say the least, but fear of not being able to take him soon crept it. Even when he’d fuck you day and night, you could barely, just barely accommodate the mammoth’s monster cock, and now that it’s been years without practise, you could only pray to Gods you wouldn’t rip in half.

As the tip slide in, you felt a wave of euphoria crash your shores of uncertainty. Concealing in lust was the love you had now opened yourself up for.

Alcides spread your ass, relishing in the feel of the plump fat of your curves in his large palms. He gave your hips a squeeze before letting his palm fall on the swell of your ass.

You gasped at the smack, looking back at him through wet eyelashes. “My little doe, my beautiful, beautiful wife,” he gave you a chaste kiss on the forehead.

He pushed in further and further until no inch was left, until your thighs were clad together and your bodies conjoined.

Feeling merciful, Alcides decided to let you adjust to his intrusion. As you clenched and cried on his cock, Alcides took a minute to close his eyes and smile on cloud nine. The feel of your warm, tight, wet cunt choking his cock to death was a feeling he longed for, and it was then he knew no other desire of his could amount to you. He would leave it all for you. He will.

“Alcides, fuck,” your pornographic moans were sound in the whole chambers. He set out a slow pace, yet every thrust was felt in your cervix. “Good G-God, darling,” Alcides moaned, his breath hitched as your tight channel gripped him like a vice.

He snaked a hand to settle between your thighs, pinching your clit.

You were in tears, beads of sweat pearlescent on your body, brows furrowed in pleasure and pain, a beautiful symphony.

“Slow down—” you managed to shriek, but Alcides was too far gone to act on it, he could only bring you solace to endure what his desires have in store for you. He kisses your spine, bathing your silk skin in wet kisses.

He pounded into your cunt, the whole room rumbling with the thrusts of the titan above you. He had an ironclad grip on your hips, slamming them back on his cock as he pistons into you. “Fuck, I couldn’t live without you,” he croaked.

“Don’t leave me again, please,” he beseeched, causing you to nod rapidly, face buried into the sheets.

“Alcides, I’m going to—” your tears and slick stained the sheets, you broke down on his cock, the sensation, the memories too much for your precious and fragile little heart to endure.

He pulled out.

He glared at your gaping hole, your flustered face crying in frustration at the painful denial.

Alcides slams inside of you, “I need— need to look at you while I cum,” he groaned, resuming his animalistic thrusts.

Your legs wrapped around his narrow waist, nails ripping through the flesh of his broad back.

Rutting into your cunt, he bent forwards to catch your bouncing breasts into his mouth, squeezing the two together.

He left your hip to abuse your clit, tormenting the swollen bud with overstimulation.

“Cum with me. Cum with your husband,” he was lost inside of you. Rambling sweet nothings like never before, making every cell inside of you swell up with love and lust.

“Alcides!” You moaned, feeling his warm seed shoot into you.

“Oh my god!” You saw stars.

It finally came to you, in bits and pieces of your being, Fate isn’t cruel, but comic.

“Three,” he groaned, crashing beside you.

Three earth-shattering orgasms for the three years you abandoned him.

“I love you, I’ll do anything for you,” he caressed the side of your face.

“I love you, too,” you sighed, feeling exhaustion embrace you.

You spent so long running, only for your strides to lead you back to bed with him, to home.

Fate isn’t cruel but comic, because the bones you were so against finding devoured in your house became your daughter’s favourite toys.

Just like her father, Alcides, Alcina Dimitrescu loves the grotesque, but her doe of a mother even more.

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Wholesome Dimitrescu Hospitality (Sub Ethan)

Ethan Winters x Male Reader

Bottom Ethan x Top reader

This is my favorite thing to write, I hope you all do enjoy :D

Do take this as rough draft, I will make better very soon! Once series complete I will make very long writing and post it all!

Part 1 of 3!

You were the youngest of the Dimitrescu family, you had your two brother and then your father Lord Dimitrescu, the tallest of the group.

When you were younger you were of the shortest in the family, and now you were the second tallest, your brothers were jealous of your height but even if they were smaller they certainly knew more than you.

Your father never let you leave the castle, you’d have to sneak out and farthest you’ve ever gotten was the front gate.

You’ve never been outside of the village, let alone outside of Romania, you didn’t even know much about other people.

You knew lycans were a thing, and other vampires but that’s it. You barely even understand your anatomy.

You can turn into a swarm of flies at will, you’ve never understood the power, but you can use it.

Your father taught you one valuable lesson, you can’t trust anyone outside the village, but you weren’t sure if anyone was outside the village anyway.

You made a secret promise to yourself that if you ever were to come across someone not from the village, you’d show them kindness and now be scary like Lord Dimitrescu was.

And the next thing was that you had to make sure they never crossed paths with Uncle Heisenberg, the second scariest of the lord’s (and your best friend)

Your father and your brothers had to leave to castle to handle something they had left you to guard the castle

“If you find anyone breaking into the castle grounds, hang them in the living room and we’ll have them for dinner tonight” Lord Dimitrescu ordered

“Yes father, of course” you replied, your father gently padded your head

“Good boy Y/n. Alright, we shall return soon” he said, they left the castle and you wasted a few hours doing various things around the castle.

You had just left a hot bath when you felt a chill from your room, you covered yourself in a towel and sniffed the air

“Lycan? No.. Brother?.. no it can’t be” you said in your head, you disperse and enter your room, a blonde man in a beige jacket is panting on the ground, he gets up and closes your window.

You sneak up behind the man and reform, you put on your deepest voice and bare your fangs

“You dare trespass in Castle Dimitrescu!” You howl, the blonde man yelps and backs up into the corner, his gun raised towards you. You didn’t know what guns were, the only weapons the castle had were either your claws or primitive.

“Who are you? What do you want?” He asked in horror

“I’m.. im Y/n Dimitrescu!” You said with your bravest voice, the man still looked scared. You put down your blade and reached out to the man, you didn’t realize your claws were still out until the man looked away and fired his weapon.

Of course your skin was bullet proof and they only left scratches, but you’ve never felt that before

“Ah! Why.. what was that for?” You asked offended, the blonde man looked back

“You.. you were trying to kill me” he said, you tilted your head

“I.. I thought you were trying to kill me?” You said, the blonde man lowered his gun

“Oh.. I.. I’m sorry I scared you” he apologized

“It’s alright, are you lost pup?” You asked, it wasn’t uncommon for a lycan pup to get lost in the village and seek the castle for guidance, your father was good friends with Urias the king of lycans and they’d often go to either of the men for guidance.

“Pup? I’m.. im not a dog” the man said slightly offended, you tilted your head

“You aren’t a lycan?” You asked curiously

“No, I’m a human” he stated, your eyes lit up with curiosity.

“A human? Interesting, where are you from human? Do you come from the village?” You ask

“No, I’m from Los Angeles, I’m lost” he said, you back up from the man who was still in the corner

“What’s your name Human?” You ask

“Ethan, Ethan Winters” he replied

“Lovely name Mr. Winters” you compliment, Ethan blushes at the comment

“T- thank you” he says turning away so you don’t see the blush on his cheeks. You forgot you were still in just a towel

“Sorry for the lack of clothing, here have a seat I’ll be right with you” you state, Ethan takes a seat at your vanity and you turn to your wardrobe, your towel drops the the floor and Ethan accidentally gets a peek at your rather large but soft cock swinging between your legs, you finish getting dressed and turn back to Ethan, he was blushing and looked away as soon as you made eye contact

“Are you alright?” You ask

“Y- yeah of course, but I” he grunts before finishing his sentence

“Can you help?” He asks, he raises his mangled hand and shows you the damage

“Dear Miranda, a lycan did this?” You ask, he nods

“I’m not gonna.. turn into one of those right?” He asked

“Worry not human, we have antidotes” you reassured, you search around in the room for a minute before coming back to Ethan, you sprayed down his hand and wiped up the blood, you have him the anti virus shot and bandaged his hand up

“Feel better human?” You ask, his hand still in your ands

“Much better, thank you” he said, you gently squeezed his hand

“Good, you’re very dirty human, may I clean you?” You asked, Ethan looked at himself then back at you

“I wouldn’t mind a wash” Ethan said with a nervous laugh, you take his hand again and lead him to the washroom

“Come with me human, I’ll help you” you said, you led him into the washroom and sat down beside the tub and started the warm bath.

“Shall I help you remove your clothing?” You ask

“I-.. a little, my shoulder is.. messed up” he said,

“Very well” you state, you help Ethan take off his jacket, and his sweater, you had to tear off his undershirt as the white button up was now red. Ethan reach down to undo his belt but whined and leaned back up

“Are you alright human?” You ask

“Sorry, my back is.. damn” he he whined, you pulled him closer towards you

“Worry not human, I’ll take care of you” you said, you undid his belt and pulled down his stained jeans, you now gazed up at the man, his torso covered in a light blonde coat, he was a beautiful man.

“May I?” You ask as your fingers gently tugged the Tommy hilfigure band on his boxers

“S- sure” Ethan said, as you pulled off his boxers his face turned a little red, his half hard on just an inch away from your face.

You test the bath water with your fingers

“All ready human, please sit” you instructed, Ethan climbed into the tub and leaned back

“This is.. so nice” he said, the warm water was giving his sore muscles much needed relief.

You gently washed the blood and dirt off the man, gently wiping his face earning a giggle from the ticklish man. He leaned up so you could wash his back aswell, you noticed the amount of scars he had, you even notice the large scar on his hand. You were taught not to ask about people’s scars, it was deemed disrespectful and nosey to ask about someone’s pain.

“Have you eaten at all human?” You ask

“I haven’t eaten in.. a while actually” he replied

“I shall cook you a meal, what do humans eat?” You ask, you knew what vampires ate, and lycans, but not humans. Ethan thought for a minute

“We do love chicken, cooked.. preferably” he said with a nervous laugh

“Very funny human, we do understand the concept of cooking” you said with a laugh, you give Ethan a small pan and a bottle

“Here human, you may use this for your hair, I’ll set fresh clothes on the bed. Once you’re ready, follow the scent of the food.” You explained you walked up to the door before Ethan spoke again

“Hey can you.. can you stay? For a minute?” He asked

“Of course human, I don’t mind” you replied, Ethan smiled. He continued to wash his hair and finished washing off

“Thank you.. f- for staying” he said

“My pleasure human” you said. You handed Ethan a towel and went off to cook some chicken for him. Some time passed and eventually Ethan made his way to the kitchen. You handed him his food and sat patiently while he ate. You noticed how his fangs tore up the chicken and the way he swallowed, just like a lycan.

“That was.. that was amazing” he complimented

“I’m glad you enjoyed it human” you stated, you took his plate and left it off in the sink. You were about to talk again before your ear picked up the sound of the front gates opening.

“Human you must be silent” you sir quietly, you dispersed and carried the man back into your quarters.

“Stay here, don’t make too much noise alright?” You said, Ethan nodded and hid in your wardrobe. You quickly dispersed and got rid of all traces the man left behind and reformed when you heard

“Y/n, the foyer.” Your father hollered, you got there as quickly as possible

“Yes father?” You replied

“Come here, I must see something” he said, you got up close to him.

“Try these on, we figured you might like them” your father said, he handed you some new clothing

“Quickly now, I must leave soo- he stopped mid sentence. He sniffed the air and looked around. His eyes wandered the large hall and fell back on you

“You smell like outsider” he said, he drew his claws.

“Who did you let in?” He asked, your father was only this angry when he would fight someone, and it looked like it was you that would be sliced to ribbons.

“Just the Duke father, I visited him while you were away” you lied. His claws instantly retracted

“My apologies, I hope he is well. Very well, go on try your garments. Quickly now” he commanded

“Of course father” you replied, you quickly made it back to your quarters. You tried on the clothes he gifted you and he gave us feedback. Soon enough he was gone again. You went back to your quarters in your new outfit. You immediately checked the closet

“Human?” You called out, but there was no answer

“Who you talking to N/n?” Your brother A asked, you were startled

“Oh, didn’t mean to scare you” he said, he walked into your room from the washroom

“What are you in my room Cass?” You asked

“I smelled man blood” he replied, your eyes widened

“No you didn’t” you tried to brush it off

“Oh really, then what’s this?” He asked holding ethans bloody bandage in his hand

“This is fresh.” He stated

“I spilled a vial ok, I just cleaned it” you lied hoping your brother would accept it and leave

“I’m not sure I believe you little brother.” He said, he stood up from the bed and was about to interrogate you farther until you heard your oldest brother calling out to you

“N/n? Have you seen Cass?!” He asked

“I’m coming B!” Cass yelled back

“This isn’t over little brother, I’ll see you later” he said, he left your quarters and you locked the door behind him. You waited until you couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore before you called out again

“Human? Human? Where are you?” You called out, you heard shuffling from the washroom, you ran to check what it was and it was Ethan. He had somehow squeezed behind a broken part of the wall, you practically floated to hug him tight

“Human! You’re alright, I was so worried” you said, he was wrapped tightly in your arms and you nuzzled deep into his neck, the smaller man wraps his arms around you aswell

“Sorry, I thought I heard you and I came out but.. I saw that guy and I just ran” he explained

“It’s alright human I’m just glad you’re..” you stopped your sentence, Ethan was sweating. And it got on your fingers

“Alright..” you finished, the temptation of trying human sweat overcame all of your senses, Ethan blushed and he saw your reaction to it.

“Are you.. are you ok Y/n?” He asked

“You smell.. so good” you said, your fangs popped out and your eyes were glowing. Ethan watched as you licked his sweat from your fingers

“You taste.. amazing.” You said, Ethan turned red at the comment

“T- thank you?” He said, you couldn’t resist your hunger anymore

“May I taste you more human?” You asked, Ethan noticed the more animalistic side you were taking on, and as much as he wanted to be scared, it excited him. You could hear his heart beating faster.

“Of course.. what did you want to ta- ah!” Ethan yelped at you swiftly bending down and practically licking his neck clean of sweat, you being that close to him made him sweat even more. You gently licked his lips, you’ve always wanted to do that.

“You taste.. amazing human..” you stated, ethan could’ve speak because he was so flustered. You noticed his blood was rushing somewhere else, you paused for a moment worrying about him.

“My.. apologizes human, I.. I lose myself sometimes” you apologized

“It’s ok... I.. I liked it” Ethan said quietly, you gently took Ethan to your bed.

“I do have to say human, you have.. very soft lips..” you complimented, ethans cheeks burned pink

“You too.. can I.. can I ask you something?” He asked

“Of course human, what would you like?” You asked

“Can I.. can I kiss you?” He asked, he instantly looked away and turned red after asking

“Kiss? You want to.. kiss me?” You asked, you’ve never been kissed before, it was something you often thought about.

“Yeah.. please? I’ll he gentle” he said

“Sure human, have at- your reply was cut off by ethans soft lips connecting with yours. And just as fast as it started, it was over

That was your first kiss. And it wasn’t the last. You covered ethans lips with more kisses, all over his cheek even his neck, you enjoyed all the groans and moans that came out of Ethans mouth during the barrage of kisses.

You kissed him so much you unconsciously pulled his shirt off and got on top of him, you realized and stopped

“I’m.. I’m sorry human, I didn’t mean to..‘I didn’t mean to do that” you apologized, ethan whined in disappointment

“Hey I.. I was enjoying that” he said with a sad whimper

“Oh, I’ll keep going” you said, you covered Ethan in more kisses, you gasped when you felt ethans hand touch between your legs. You weren’t exactly sure what your cock was for besides reproduction, and you’ve been a virgin your whole life.

“Human? What are you.. doing?” You asked

“I was.. giving you a hand job? This is.. foreplay right?” He asked, you titled your head

“Foreplay?” You questioned

“It’s.. what you do before.. sex..” he explained, you were still confused.

“Would you like me to teach you?” He asked

“Yes please.. please human?” You begged

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you” he said, Ethan climbed on top of you and gave you another kiss.

Part 2 soon :D

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

X-Reader Prompt Game

To start off Wednesday, let's play a prompt game. Below is a list of prompts and blorbos that I'm comfortable with. Please choose one of each, send me an ask, and I'll write for them. If it's a NSFW prompt, please specify which reader: GN or Fem (I've never written for a male reader, but I can try).

Have fun and stay safe, loves.

Prompts:

Here

Blorbos:

One Piece:

Trafalgar Law

Sir Crocodile 

Eustass Kid

Vinsmoke Ichiji 

Donquixote Doflamingo 

Vinsmoke Sanji

Smoker

Portgas D. Ace

Loki

Resident Evil:

Karl Heisenberg 

Leon Kennedy 

Alcina Dimitrescu

Albert Wesker

Chris Redfield

Billy Coen

My Hero Academia:

Tomura Shigaraki 

Dabi

Bakugou Katsuki

Chisaki Kai/Overhaul 

Takami Keigo/Hawks

Others:

Vaas Montenegro (Far Cry 3)

John Seed (Far Cry 5)

Ace Merrill (Stand By Me)

David (Lost Boys)

Bi-Han (MK 1)

Tomas Vrbada (MK1)

Shang Tsung (MK1)

Syzoth (MK1)

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Bleach)  

(If not listed, please ask me about them). 

[luminnara]

ok, so i know it's technically not a slasher movie but it is a horror game so consider dimitrescu reader? like i feel like it should be written considering the dimitrescu's are basically vampires and it feels appropriate with lost boys!

YES

I’m a big RE slut and I loved village so much you have no idea

Warnings: horror elements, bugs, violence, cannibalism

Why were you in California? Hell, you had no idea. Mother had tasked you with leaving home and going out into the world to find someone more worthwhile for experiments, believing that you were the only one capable of surviving out there, and you had gone with a smile on your face and pep in your step. Seeing what lay beyond the village gates was exciting, and this would likely be your only chance.

The world was different than you’d expected, though. This place—Santa Carla?—was bright and busy, and there wasn’t a single snowflake on the ground. The sun was warm, so much warmer than it was back home, and you never had to worry about getting too cold and hibernating. There was music everywhere, all the time, and people wearing colorful clothing that looked so different from your own dark robe. Was this what the world was truly like? It wasn’t as lavish as the castle, but it was fun, and there was plenty to do.

And plenty to eat.

David was getting annoyed. He knew something was going on. He knew something had crept into their territory, because he and the boys had found three mutilated bodies so far and none of them were fessing up.

He just didn’t know what the hell could be doing it and then slipping away from them so easily.

“Ugh, what’s that smell?” Marko asked one night, wrinkling his nose as he walked.

Paul paused and sniffed the air. “That’s…uh…” he gave another sniff. “Damn, what is that?”

Dwayne was next. “Rotting flesh…”

“No. There’s something else.” David said, tossing his cigarette away to help clear the air around them. The scent was strange, nothing he had ever encountered before, and while it wasn’t necessarily bad, it wasn’t great, either. “Paul, lead the way.”

“You got it, boss man.” Paul kept his nostrils flared, marching off in the direction the smell was coming from.

The others fell into step behind him, preferring to let Paul and his sensitive nose do most of the work. As they left the boardwalk and entered town, Marko gave David a wary glance.

“You think it’s..?”

“That’s exactly what I think.” David growled, keeping his eyes trained forward. “I don’t know what the hell it is, but it’s gonna regret coming here unannounced.”

You heard the rustle of coats and the jingle of spurs just before they rounded the corner into your alley and you immediately let go of your physical form, suddenly poofing into a dense cloud of blowflies. You hovered low, close to the absolutely decimated corpse that had just served as your dinner, and a moment later, you saw them.

Four men entered the alley, all wearing mismatched clothes and sporting dangly earrings. They looked tough, like they meant to harm you, and suddenly, everything your mother had ever said about stupid, vile man-things was running through your head. Well, your figurative head. You didn’t have one. You were a cloud of blowflies.

“Eugh!” Paul covered his nose as he took in the scene before him.

“Looks like we were too slow,” Marko commented. “They’re gone.”

“Something was here, though.” Dwayne said, nodding towards the fresh corpse barely visible beneath a swarm of flies.

“Something’s been here for a while,” Paul pointed out. “That’s what the fucking smell was. All those old corpses.”

He was right. Strewn throughout the alley were corpses in varying states of decay, some a few days old, some more like a few weeks, all of them torn apart. It was like a scene out of a bad, over the top horror movie, and the bugs in the center of it was just the icing on the cake.

David’s lip curled up in a sneer. “Disgusting.”

All at once, the flies shot towards him, and his eyes widened in horror. The boys scattered, shouting in alarm as they took off as quickly as they could, scrambling up the alley walls and clinging to fire escapes or window sills or whatever they could sink their claws into first.

And you, the amorphous blob of bugs, were shocked.

“How did you do that?” You asked, the flies coming back together to form you again.

The boys stared in shock.

“How did you do that?” Marko asked as he hung off the gutter.

“I’m sorry,” you said, twisting your gloved fingers together. “You surprised me. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You didnt, kitten,” David snapped, retracting his claws and slowly climbing down from his spot much like a cat trying to maintain his reputation after doing something embarrassing.

You stared at him in confusion. “I’m not a kitten. I’m a Dimitrescu.”

Dwayne hopped down, landing next to David. “A what?”

You tilted your head to look up at him as he approached you and gulped. Maybe mother was right, maybe men were awful and should all be eaten.

But he was so…so delicious looking, and not in a food way.

“A-a Dimitrescu, of Castle Dimitrescu! And don’t try anything weird, or I’ll—I’ll eat your flesh!”

The other two landed behind you and you spun around to face them, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. Why did it have to be you, the youngest of Alcina’s daughters? Why couldn’t these guys go bother Béla or Daniella? They were at least tougher than you! They’d already have killed these guys, probably, and instead here you were, stammering because you thought they might be a little cute.

Mother would be furious.

“Well, I don’t know of any castles around here, but you sure look like a princess,” Paul winked.

You couldn’t help the small giggle you let out. “My mother is a countess.”

“So what’s that make you?”

“A Lady, i suppose,” you grabbed at your hair, twisting the bloodstained strands around your finger.

“Lady of what, exactly?” David asked.

“My mother has a castle,” you smiled. “I’m a long way from home.”

“I’ll say,” he mumbled.

“What, um…” you glanced around at them. “What are you? I’ve never seen a man-thing jump so high. Or grow claws. No, actually, the lycans do, and…maybe Uncle Heisenberg? I’ve never asked…”

“Princess, I’m gonna have to respectfully ask you what the hell you’re talking about.”

In a moment of bravery, you extended your hand towards him. “I’m the youngest daughter of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, of Castle Dimitrescu.”

He looked down at your hand, resisting the urge to wrinkle his nose as he imagined it turning into flies. Slowly, he took it, and when nothing out of the ordinary happened, he raised it to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

You were already smitten.

“I’m David. These are Paul, Marko, and Dwayne.” He straightened up. “And we’d like to know what the hell you’re doing hunting in our territory.”

“Oh, that?” You asked. “I…didn’t know there were rules about that. Back home we just sort of eat who we want…”

“You don’t get out much, do you?” Marko asked dryly.

“Nope!”

“David, can she stay?” Paul asked, suddenly moving to your side and throwing an arm around your shoulders.

David raised an eyebrow. “She’s a cloud of flies, Paul.”

“I’m…um…yeah,” you laughed awkwardly. “Sorta.”

“She’s unique,” Paul said.

“You’re vampires, right?” You asked, looking up at him shyly. “My mother is a vampire, kinda. I’ve never met another one though.”

David was far too intrigued to just let you go now, and with a small sigh, he nodded. “We are.”

“Baby, how the hell does a vampire make a swarm of flies?” Paul asked, grinning down at you as if something was hilarious.

“Oh, it’s…kinda complicated,” you said. “B-but me and my sisters, we’re all like this. Mother isn’t. And her siblings are all different.”

“Your hometown sounds wild,” Marko grinned.

“It’s a very fun place for us,” you nodded enthusiastically. “Maybe not for the villagers, but…”

Suddenly, he was at your other side, an arm around your waist. “How bout we get ourselves some fresh chow and you tell us all about it?”

You smiled at him brightly, your teeth stained red from your recent meal, and he felt himself falling head over heels.

“Okay!” You agreed.

“Hey.” Dwayne spoke up. “This alley needs cleaning.”

“Why?” You asked in confusion.

“The humans will find it. And we don’t need them poking around.”

“Oh. That isn’t a problem back home…”

“If you wanna stay in Santa Carla, you gotta learn the ropes,” David said, nudging at a severed arm with his boot. “Lucky for you…you’ve got us.”

[filthyslashertoad]

How they act when they want your attention

All characters from first character list

(Requests and Matchups: OPEN)

Michael Myers

Pushes you and pokes you to get your attention

If you walk past him when he's sitting on the couch he'll pull you into his lap and won't allow you to get up until he no longer wants your attention

When he really wants your attention and doesn't feel like waiting, he'll grab you from whatever you're doing and take you to your bed for cuddles.

During these cuddles, he likes to rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair, let's hope your hands don't get sore quickly because he won't want you to stop playing with his hair till he falls asleep.

Billy Loomis

Your favorite Greasy Haired Molerat™, struggles to tell you when he wants attention, so he kinda just wraps his arms around you randomly

(Side Note: Blushes a lot whenever you play with his hands)

Prefers to spend time with you without anyone else around

Likes to watch movies with you while you sit in his lap

Stu Macher

Get's whiny when he wants attention from you

Comes up to you from behind and wraps his arms around your waist before leaning his body against yours.

He craves your attention all the time so whenever he can spend time with you, he asks for cuddles and kisses

he's very much into PDA and doesn't care if anyone sees you two cuddling and/or kissing( if you aren't into PDA then he'll be understanding about it and will request attention in private)

Likes to play with your hands whenever you spend time with him(mainly because he needs something to focus on since he's very fidgety)

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen

Instead of asking you for attention, he instead teases you and makes you want his attention

Rarely asks you for attention anyway since his narcissism makes him think to highly of himself

Anyways, he loves to shower you in kisses, which is just what he calls a makeout session

Calls you needy even when he's asking for you attention

Hannibal Lecter

If you two aren't that far into the relationship then he will formally invite you to his residence for cuddling or as he states a calm evening

When you do arrive at his residence he has quiet music playing in the background and wine sitting on the table next to assorted candies and finger foods.

He'll offer for you to sit with him on the couch and talk about your day, which slowly turns into you laying against him while you both talk about whatever interests you in that moment

After a while this becomes a weekly thing and will always end in him offering for you to spend the night at his place instead of leaving.

Brahms Heelshire

He's very shy so he will most likely ask you after a while of him building up the confidence to ask

Sometimes he climbs into your bed at night for cuddles

Refuses to be anything else other than little spoon

He also loves it when you praise and compliment him

Amanda Young

She's very touch starved and has completely forgotten what affection feels like, just be patient with her and after a while she will warm up to it

Her favorite way to gain your attention is when you both are in laying in bed, since she can just cuddle up to you in silence

Only asks you if she can cuddle with you when you aren't doing anything so she doesn't pressure you.

Michael Emerson(Lost Boys)

His favorite pastime is spending time with you and he constantly asks if you're available to hangout, so he's never without your company

But on the off chance you can't hangout, then he'll just lay on his bed out of boredom and after him laying there for at least an hour(he's very impatient) then he'll go to your place and talk to you about absolutely anything(even if you're still busy)

If you tell him to shut up then he'll just sit next to you quietly till you're no longer busy

Hellboy

Struggles with expressing when he wants to spend time with you

If you're both in a meeting/in public together, he'll wrap his tail around your wrist or leg(sometimes he does it without thinking)

Texts you after work to come get a drink with him, if you agree to go with him then you'll find out that he's been wanting your attention all day(courtesy of the alcohol he consumed)

He won't ask for your attention, but if you offer then he will 100% take you up on it.

Lady Dimitrescu

She's usually busy during the day, so she prefers to spend time with you when she's getting ready for bed or on the off chance she doesn't have a meeting with Miranda

Whenever she is free, her favorite way to spend time with you is when she's spoiling you with whatever you want or when she get's to hear about your day

She isn't very fond of affection but only because she never grew up with it, so after a while of you two being together she will eventually warm up to affection

Though she still won't be the one to engage in affection first and instead waits for you to do it.

Carlos Oliveira

Is an absolute teddy bear

Loves your attention and can never get enough of it

If you two don't live together then every week he likes to invite you over to watch movies and cuddle with him.

Get's sad when he can't spend time with you and after a couple weeks of this happening, he will begin to get gloomy and pouty

His coworkers even begin to wonder what happened to him since he's usually he's positive and outwardly nice to people.

Is overjoyed when he can finally spend time with you and will wrap his arms around you and won't let you go for hours.

[dmc-tings]

Master List

The Four Lord’s

General Headcannons

Accidently Hurting Their s/o

With a Gen Z s/o 

Handling their s/o being flirted with

Non-Binary/Genderfluid s/o

The Four Turning On mother Miranda (pt1)

The Four Turning On Mother Miranda (pt2)

Mono in the Village

Warming Up to You

“I Love You”

Mystical Musical s/o

Hollow Knight Vessel

What They Drink

AFAB Reader on her Period

You Just Found Out About Their Powers

My Banter

Alcina Dimitrescu

Respawning s/o

Trans!Fem Reader (Alcina)

Killing her s/o

The Dimitrescu’s with a new sibling

Motherly s/o (For the Girls)

Karl Heisenberg

Trans!Fem Reader (Karl)

With a Technical s/o

In The Modern World (Karl)

Moreau with a crush on Karl’s s/o

Soft! Heisenberg

Messing with His s/o’s Glasses

Jealous Idiot

Donna Beneviento

Carpenter s/o 

Runaway s/o (GN)

In The Modern World (Donna)

Salvatore Moreau

Genuine Love

Long Lost Baker Kid (Saga)

Long Lost Baker

Learning About Their Families Death

Chris Redfield

Chibi Soulmate

Werewolf! Chris x Pregnant s/o 

RE Characters

Valentines Day

As Brandon Rodger’s Quotes

Black Air Forces

HeisenField Ship

Chains (songfic)

Roses and Chocolates

Banter1

Hard Rocks and Soft Metals

Mother Miranda

Father (Her s/o)

Marcelo Adams

Headcannons

DMC

Kisses 

s/o with Allergies

Uncle (Great-Uncle for Nero)

Teaching Their s/o How To Drive (pt1 Fellas)

Teaching Their s/o How To Drive (pt2 Ladies)

College Graduation Celebration

Boys with Their s/o on Period

Boys As Doggos

s/o With Reptiles

Banter(1)

Dante

Valentines Day

Y/N and Dante (1)

Vergil

Y/N and Vergil (1)

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

Welcome to the Family, Boy (Alcina x Fem!Reader Fanfic)

First thank you all for your support for my first Dimitrescu fanfic. I truly appreciate it and all the support this community has given me on. Let's go on to the next one, shall we?

Premise: After a long and stressful week, your wife Alcina wants to help you let off some steam. However, your amorous activities are cut short by an unexpected surprise.

Warning: blood. There are some steamy scenes in here but nothing explicit, so it's mostly safe for work.

As you climb the stairs to your bedroom, you heave a great sigh. It’s been a long and stressful week. Daniela had caused a small fire in the wine cellar basement by knocking over a lantern when she had gotten a little too eager for a feeding. It was eventually put out, but the corpse was burned in the process. Alcina had been furious at the waste of resources. It had taken a full day to get rid of the ash, but the basement was clean. Well, as clean as it could be. Aside from the wine cellar, Alcina didn’t seem to care much about cleaning up the basement. Well, it was over now. Now you just couldn’t wait to curl up next to your wife and get a good sleep.

You arrive at your doorway and hear Maria Callas singing “Casta Diva” from within. You smile. Your mutual love for opera was one of the first things you discussed as you were courting. Before you reach your hand to knock at the door, you hear Alcina call, “Is that you iubirea mea?”

“Yes, dear,” you reply. You stretch your arms behind your head. “Oh, I just can’t wait to get into bed-” Your voice cuts off as you see what your wife is wearing. She is wearing a black peignoir and as she stands up, she casts it off to reveal a black and red lingerie set.

She smiles wickedly. “I can’t wait to get into bed with you either.”

You don’t move. You can only stare. Her scarlet lips match the exact shade of the lingerie. Without any sleeves, you see her muscular arms and you blush as you recall what those arms feel like wrapped around you. Her legs are on full display as well with a red stocking clipped to a garter. They reach up to your shoulders and you have spent many a time nestled in them with your head on her lap. You open your mouth to reply but find nothing coming out.

Alcina pouts and puts one hand behind her on the bed. “Come, pet,” she purrs, beckoning you with a red fingernail. “You’re not going to stand there all day, are you?”

You don’t say anything. You cross the space between you and your wife in three steps and launch yourself over into her waiting arms. The scent of her perfume is overwhelming and you breathe it in. You close your eyes and kiss her chin, her laugh lines and finally her lips. She laughs through the kiss and holds your head between her hands. “Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Don’t talk,” you rasp, your voice full of desire.

She smiles. “All right, draga mea. No talking then.” She kisses you deeply and you weave your hands through her locks.

She picks you up and carries you across the room, kissing all the while until you reach the wall. You lean your head on the wall behind you and wrap your legs around her waist. “I’ve needed this, my love,” you whisper against her lips.

Ding dong!

You hear the doorbell resound through the castle. You break the kiss and fix her with a quizzical expression. “Were you expecting anyone?” you ask.

She shakes her head quickly. “No. Could be a solicitor. Could be a vampire hunter coming to put a stake in all our hearts.” Her golden eyes are glazed over with desire. “Right now I couldn’t care less at the moment.” She nuzzles your neck and you sigh. She breaks away and looks at you, an unasked question in her eyes. She’s hungry. You nod your consent and she pulls away your nightgown to bear your neck and shoulders. She pulls you close and bites your neck and feeds on the blood pooling around your neck. You feel her neck working against your chest as she drinks. You take pleasure in every gasp and moan she makes. You feel pleasantly light-headed by the time she pulls away with a satisfied sigh.

Ding dong!

Alcina groans and bares her teeth in anger. “It’s getting too late for this!”

You caress her jaw. “Dear, maybe we should answer it. It could be an emergency.”

She shakes her head impatiently. “It’s probably some snot-nosed kid playing a prank.” She lifts your chin with a finger and gives you a seductive grin. “Don’t focus on it right now, pet. Right now is about you and me.”

“You’re probably right-” She stops the rest of your sentence with a rough kiss, opening your mouth with her tongue. Her hand travels up your leg and her hand making contact against your bare leg gives you a pleasant chill. Her hand rests on your thigh and she pushes you up against the wall again while using her nimble fingers to unhook your garter.

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!

Alcina gives a frustrated growl. “Damn it to hell!”

“Darling,” you say gently petting her arm as a signal to set you down. “If it were kids, they’d be bored and have gone home by now. I’m going to check who it is.”

Your wife crosses her arms and gives an adorable pout. “Fine. Do what you want.”

You adjust your nightgown and wipe any leftover blood and lipstick off your neck. As you walk to the door, Alcina gently puts your dressing gown around your shoulders. You catch her hand and give it a kiss. “I’ll be with you shortly. I just need to get dressed.”

You smile at her. “Very well, darling.” As you turn to leave the door, Alcina catches your shoulder and whispers huskily, “And after we get back, we will most certainly get back the lost time that nuisance has stolen from us.”

You blush furiously and kiss her goodbye. As you walk down the stairs, you hear the doorbell ring again. Once, twice, three times. “Yeah yeah, I’m coming. I’m coming.” You grasp the brass handles and with a great effort manage to open the doors wide. You’re jealous of Alcina in moments like these. She could open the doors with such ease that you forget that each door weighed hundreds of pounds.

You are surprised to see Heisenberg holding something wrapped in cloth. You can’t help but smile when you see Heisenberg. Heisenberg and Alcina may be like oil and water, but the two of you liked each other almost instantly. He told you once that “anyone who could put up with that bitch for more than 20 seconds must be a good person. And you have to put up with her for life!”

Heisenberg returns your smile. “Hi, hon.”

“Hi Karl. How about you come in and warm up with a nice cup of tea?” You stand aside to allow him in. “Come on. It’s freezing out there.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, honey, but I really can’t stay long. Is your ball and chain around? This question concerns her too.”

“Heisenberg,” you hear your wife’s drawl. You both look to see her descending the stairs. There is no evidence of your amorous activities as she has on a fresh coat of lipstick, is fully dressed and her hair is pinned perfectly in place under her hat. “To what do I owe this rather unpleasant surprise?”

Heisenberg clenches his teeth. “Believe me, I wouldn’t come here unless it was an emergency.”

“Then what is it?” Alcina asks as she puts her left hand on your shoulder. You reach up to cover it with your own. “Out with it, and be on your way. Some of us would rather be in bed right now.”

Heisenberg notes your kiss-swollen lips and a hickey already starting to form on your neck. “Yes, I suppose some of us rather would.”

Alcina’s eyes flash and she grits her teeth. “Heisenberg, I swear-”

Heisenberg puts up a placating hand while he holds the bundle with his other. “Ok, ok. I’ll cut to the chase then. Sheesh, do you have any sense of humor?” He unwraps the bundle to reveal a mewling French bulldog. It can’t be more than a couple weeks old.

As you place your hand on your heart Heisenberg continues. “I found him outside of his house. Whole damned family was slaughtered. He needs a place to stay. I thought this might be the best place for him.”

You look at your wife with pleading eyes, but she gives a sharp, “No.”

“Darling-”

“No.” She glares at Heisenberg. “Why can’t you take him in? Maybe it would be an opportunity for you to learn some responsibility for once in your cursed existence.”

You see Heisenberg roll his eyes behind his sunglasses. “Yes, and I’d be responsible for him being torn apart by Lycans. I’m not taking him in. It’s not safe for him there.”

You take your wife’s hand in yours. “Darling, please reconsider. We can’t turn the poor thing away. Besides, our daughters would love having a d-”

She immediately puts a hand over your mouth. “Don’t say it,” she warns, looking furtively around the foyer.

“What?” you ask against her hand. “Dog?”

Almost immediately your daughters, Bela, Cassandra and Daniela materialize from their fly shrouds. They zero in on the dog and Cassandra takes him out of Heisenberg’s hands and the other two crowd around her and begin cooing to it, and letting it sniff and lick their fingers.

Alcina covers her face with her hands. “Now you’ve done it, love.”

The girls look up from their ministrations to the dog and as one rush over to your wife, carrying the dog over with them. They begin speaking up all at once. “Mother, please can we keep him?” “Mother, look how cute he is!” “Mother, Cassandra’s been hogging the dog all this time and it’s my turn to hold him!”

“Enough!” Alcina’s voice booms around the foyer. She puts two fingers in the space between her perfectly sculpted eyebrows. She sighs aloud. “God, I need a smoke.” She turns to her daughters and with a long suffering sigh says, “Fine. We’ll keep the little mongrel.”

All three daughters erupt into cheers and you can’t help but smile indulgently at them. Daniela runs over and throws her arms around your neck in jubilation. “Maman, did you hear that? We get to have a dog finally!”

“Yes, dearest, I did hear that.” You drop a kiss on her head and she scampers over to take the dog which Cassandra begrudgingly hands to her.

Heisenberg grins and reaches in his pocket. “I have some food and a water bottle for him,” he says, handing you the aforementioned items. “The Duke should have some more, but that’s all I have right now.”

“Thank you Karl,” you say, reaching over to scratch the dog behind his ears. “We’ll take good care of it, won’t we girls?”

“Yes, Maman!” they all answer in unison.

“I’ll be off then!” Heisenberg turns to leave but not before shouting over his shoulder, “And I think he should fit in pretty nicely around here, especially since the Lady of the House is such a bi-”

In an instant, Alcina has him off the ground and has her claws extended only a few inches from his neck. “Heisenberg, did you want to finish that sentence?” she asks sweetly.

You can’t help but laugh. “Let him down, my love. It’s not worth getting so riled up this late at night”

“Fine,” she says and sets him down not too gently. He brushes himself off and glares at Alcina for the rough landing. She just flashes a smile and you notice that only her middle finger is extended in claw form. You look at your daughters, but they are too busy with the dog to notice the obscene hand gesture.

“All right, this time I’m really off.” he says, turning around and walking towards the castle gates.

“Girls, what do you say?” you prompt.

“Thank you, Uncle Karl!” they chorus. Bela snatches the dog and runs upstairs, vanishing in her bug shroud. The girls run after her, Daniela yelling down the hall, “No fair! I wasn’t finished with him yet!”

Alcina closes the doors and leans against them, sighing. “I just hope this wasn’t a mistake.”

You take her hand and kiss it. “Nothing we can do about it now, my love. Come on, let’s go to bed. It’s getting late.” The two of you hold hands and once you arrive at your shared bedroom, Alcina immediately locks the door, pulls you close and fixes you with a wolfish grin. “Now where were we, draga mea?”

“I thought you said you wanted to smoke first?” You laugh and wrap your arms around her neck.

“Ah, iubirea mea,” she say picking you up again and giving you a sloppy kiss. “Cigarettes always taste better after sex.”

You kiss her as you unbutton her dress and she puts her hand in the same spot on your thigh as before, this time successfully unhooking your garter. You bite her lip playfully and she gives a little growl of pleasure.

The moment is interrupted by a knock on the door and you hear Daniela’s voice, “Mother? Maman? The dog peed all over the carpet in Bela’s room!”

“Only because you led him there!” you hear Bela retort.

Alcina leans her forehead against yours and starts swearing in Romanian. You give her a kiss and pat her hand before you see to your daughters.

[luna-jaden-shadow]

Kitty Cat

Request - Hello :) I didn’t see any sign of requests being closed but if they are feel free to ignore this!! Maybe some MxM (male x male) with Karl Heisenberg from RE: Village. Some cat boy s/o who’s just really clingy to him and can also turn into a cat? They also go into their cat form and chill around Castle Dimitrescu and their like REALLY smart? Sorry if it’s too much 😅 Have a good day/night/evening! <33

Fluff

Warnings - None?

Pairing - Karl Heisenberg X Male!Cat!Reader

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What your purpose was is still a mystery to him even to this day. Upon your first meeting in Castle Dimitrescu, he nearly took you to try and make an army member out of a cat until you shifted in fear and nearly beat him with a book. Lady D had to separate the two of you for a bit after that while she went on lecturing Heisenberg about staying away from you.

Since said first meeting though, you often found yourself hanging around him whenever he was around. That soon turned into you adventuring out to actively seek him out. “You’re just obsessed with me huh?” He teased the first time you entered the factory territory.

Now it was only natural that you commute back and forth between the castle and the factory. The countess and her daughters were so kind to you that you couldn’t bear just straight up leaving them for the dirty engineer locked away in the factory. So back and forth you went and while he never admitted it out loud, Heisenberg was jealous every time you’d leave him to go and see the girls. While he claims that you’re the clingy one, every time you’re with him he has you close, almost on a leash without actually being on one (though he’s made jokes about making you one).

“You’re on my work.” Cracking an eye open, you look up to meet Heisenberg with his arms crossed. You can’t help but stretch out, covering more of the papers on the desk with your feline body. He steps closer to the table and nudges you with his hand, picking up papers. “You’re an annoying little shit.” He grumbles despite you bumping your head against his arm gently. As much as he loved your small form, when you lay down it was like you just generated mass to spread out for the sole purpose of annoying him.

He pulls away with the paper and you change, sitting on the desk with your legs crossed. “You’re one to talk.” You tease him, smiling when he shoots you a look from under his glasses. “New project?” You ponder as he sets the stack down on a different table.

He hums, “something like that.” You tilt your head, pushing off the desk and scurrying after him when he goes to leave the room. “Never a moment alone with you is there?”

“Oh like you don’t like it.” You muse, getting a smile from him. “Besides, you’d be so lost without me.”

“Oh, would I?” He questions, gesturing to the large open space overviewing the factory. “I ran this long before you came around kitty cat.” He pokes you, starting his long strides again. You stare off for another moment before rushing to catch up with him. The heat radiating from the factory, in general, was much nicer than being outside or in certain places of the castle.

“You know I can’t tell if that was supposed to be mean or not.” You go on, getting a laugh from him this time. “If you don’t want me around just tell me and I’ll scat.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He states, turning to fully face you. “You’re stuck with me kitty cat.” He puts an emphasis on the nickname with a smirk. “So, let’s get to work yeah?”

[6rookie-writer0110]

Petals falling off in the darkness

Lady Dimitrescu x Male Reader/son

Request - the idea that the daughters of lady D, physically grew and aged to where they are now. What if there was also a son for whatever reason. And Alcina finds him wearing her hat? Just a cute thought. Also he’d definitely hang out with Moreau a lot.

Lady Dimitrescu has been through so much pain and darkness in her life. Long the way, she adopted three daughters Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. Lady Dimitrescu is very protective of them, anyone who hurts them, she won't hesitate to kill.

It's nighttime, Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters are ready to feed on the villagers. They go out and it becomes a blood scene the villagers try to escape but it's too late. Bodies start to drop one by one. Suddenly, Lady Dimitrescu hears a baby crying and she stopped and she looks around. She starts to follow the sound of the baby crying. Her daughter noticed what Lady Dimitrescu is doing. They start to follow their mother and don't ask why for now.

Lady Dimitrescu found the baby next to dead bodies. She picked up the baby boy, wipes the blood off the face. She gently touches his face.

“No need to cry anymore,” Lady Dimitrescu said softly.

The baby grabs her finger and stops crying.

“That baby smells bad,” Daniela said.

“Are we going to kill the baby?” Cassandra asked.

“No. We will keep him, girls this is your little brother” Lady Dimitrescu said.

The girls are in shock and they look at each other.

Lady Dimitrescu takes you home, she gently bathed you and got new clothes for you. She sits down on a chair, she starts to tell you a story. She is attached to you and she always wanted a baby.

“You are my son and I am your mother. I will always protect you and you have three older sisters, they will protect you also” Lady Dimitrescu said.

----

Lady Dimitrescu introduced you to Moreau, Heisenberg, and Donna Beneviento. You start to speak gibberish and they look at you strange.

“He will be a part of the family,” Lady Dimitrescu said.

“Do you even know how to take care of a baby?” Heisenberg asked.

“I know how to take care of a baby. You would get along with him since you're a man child” Lady Dimitrescu said.

You are on the floor trying to crawl. Donna’s doll touched your stomach and giggled.

“He is soft and fragile. Can he do anything?” The doll asked.

“He just sleeps, eats, and cry. So annoying” Bela said.

Lady Dimitrescu and Heisenberg start to argue back and forth about who is more mature. Donna and Moreau play with you while your sisters just sit down and watch everyone.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✫

You're a toddler, you always follow your mother or your sisters around the mansion. Lady Dimitrescu loves to spoil you, when she has to go to meetings you would want to go with her. Your sisters would play with you, they build a bond with you.

“Y/n do you want to play a game?” Bela asked.

You nod “yes! What game”

“You go hide and we will try to find you. Sounds fun?” Bela said.

“Okay!” You cheered.

They watch you run away giggling.

“Why did you make him do that?” Daniela asked.

“What? He is always in my room” Bela said.

“He is our baby brother. And we have to watch him because mother is away” Cassandra said.

“Fine” Bela said.

You found a small place to hide. You smile and wait for them to find you. Your sisters start to search for you and they haven't found you yet.

“I won” You whispered to yourself.

They start to freak out because they can't find you. If Lady Dimitrescu finds out they lost you, she will be furious at them. They asked Donna and Moreau for help. Now everyone is looking for you.

“Y/n, where are you!? I have fish for you!” Moreau yelled.

“Say you have candy,” Bela said.

“Okay. Y/n, I have candy for you! But you have to come out!” Moreau said.

You are still hiding, you think everyone is playing.

“I can't find him” Bela is freaking out.

“We are in so much trouble,” Moreau said.

They can hear the door open and everyone starts to freak out.

“Can’t find who?” Lady Dimitrescu asked.

Everyone starts to stutter and doesn't know what to say.

“Y/n... Well...”

Bela was going to say something but you find towards your mother.

“Mommy!” You smiled.

You hug her leg and she picked you up. Everyone is feeling relieved you showed up.

“It’s nothing” Bela smiled nervously.

You hug your mother and she kissed your head.

“I’m hungry” You said.

“You didn't eat?” Lady Dimitrescu asked.

“No. They didn't give me food” You said.

“Girls, you need to do a better job and feed him. He can't go to the kitchen by himself” Lady Dimitrescu said.

“Sorry,” the girls said.

She takes you to the kitchen, she made you a snack. You start to make a mess, she grabbed the napkin and cleaned your cheeks.

“Y/n, do you remember what I said eating with your hands?” Lady Dimitrescu asked.

“Ummm, can't eat with hands... Umm, I'm not a pig?” You said.

“Close enough. Use the fork when you eat” Lady Dimitrescu said.

“Okay, mommy” you smiled.

She smiled and she watches you eat.

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After lunch, she takes you to her bedroom. She giggled, she watches you struggling to get on the bed. She picked you up and you start to giggle.

“Weeee!” You cheered.

Lady Dimitrescu takes off her hat and puts it on the bed for a moment. She left the room for a moment. You look at the hat, you grabbed it and put it on. You try to get off the bed, the hat fell off your head. But you put it back on. You start to walk around with the hat on, but the hat blocked your view.

Lady Dimitrescu walks in and saw you have her hat on. She smiled and she takes the hat off and she called you handsome.

“I want a hat like you, mommy,” You said.

“I will get a hat for you, my child,” Lady Dimitrescu said.

You smiled big and you hugged her leg. She picked you up and lay you on the bed, she lies next to you. She starts to tell you a story and you're getting sleepy.

“You need to take your nap,” She said.

You yawned “I'm not sleepy”

“Just rest your little eyes,” Lady Dimitrescu said.

You yawned again and closed your eyes. She gently touches your cheek, she smiled to herself.

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~Time Skip~

Lady Dimitrescu never told you the truth of where you came from. You didn't ask questions about your past, she shows you affection and takes care of you. You have a bond with your sisters and they care for you. You would leave the mansion to get items for your family, when they see come out of the mansion, they feel terrified around you.

You went to the sea to see Moreau, you like spending time with him. He is teaching you how to swim.

“I did it! You are the best” You cheered.

No one has ever said that to him.

“Y/n, I made this for you,” Moreau said.

He takes out the crown he made and puts it on your head.

“Wow, this is the best day. Can't wait to show it to mom” You said.

When you're not in the mansion, you would spend time with Moreau and other days with Donna.

Now you and Moreau have matching crowns.

“Y/n, come with me I want to show the new stuff I found,” Moreau said.

You follow him to the house, he starts to show you the new items he found. He lets you keep the new seashells. A couple of weeks ago, Donna made puppets for you and Moreau, you two love the puppets so much. You and Moreau start to play with the puppets. Making each other laugh and coming up with random scenes.

[jamiethetrans]

Taken (Modern AU) - Ch 1

Alcina Dimitrescu x Female Reader

Warnings: mentions of sexual body parts, mentions of death of a character

AN: A new story, the idea just sorta got there and I always wanted write our beautiful lady into our modern day world and see how she and the girls would be as normal human beings. There will be an OC character in this story that isn’t the reader.

One last warning. In this story Alcina has given birth to the girls. And the father is the OC.

Tell me if you want me to do a taglist! Enjoy!

•

“I wouldn’t mind at all. The world could definitely use a female President to kick the white mens’ asses in that political kindergarten they’re running”, you answered into the phone as you sat on the bench, looking over at the playground.

You noticed your five year old son sitting on top of the slide and slide down. You smiled softly before hearing the voice on the other end answer you.

“Oh I am not opposed to it being Clinton, but could you imagine Michelle Obama coming out and saying she’s running”

You looked down at your nails for a quick moment before looking back up at the playground. Your heart stopped the moment you did. Your son was no were to be seen. “Carrie I gotta go”, you said into the phone and hung up before running over to the playground.

“Eli??”

Your son was nowhere to be found and you felt yourself quickly panic.

“Elijah!”

You desperately looked around the playground for any sign of him but he was gone. You walked over to a another woman and her child by the swings. “Excuse me. Have you a seen a little black boy with black hair and a blue jacket?”

The woman shook her head, her eyes obviously filling with worry. Suddenly you heard it. Your son’s laughter. You turned around and your eyes landed on three girls standing by your son, playing with him by a bench.

You ran over to the bench, and immediately took him into your arms. “Oh my god Eli”, you whispered hugging him tight.

“Mommy, they show me stones!”, he said holding up a stone in his hand and you turned to the three girls, immediately noticing how much they looked alike. Triplets no doubt. Late teens, maybe eighteen. One blonde, one brunette and one redhead.

“Well how nice”, you said with a small voice, still shaken up.

“Girls what did I tell you about walking ahead? One day I won’t be able to keep up”, a voice suddenly said and you felt your heart quicken. You turned and saw a tall woman walking towards you and you felt yourself catching your breath. She was god ass tall. 6 feet at least. You noticed how the three girls immediately squirmed under the woman’s gaze, all three looking at her.

“Yes mother”

“Yes mama”

“Yeah mom”

They all answered at the same time and you turned back to the woman who was now standing behind the girls. “I’m sorry if my daughters bothered you and your son”, she apologized and you felt yourself in trance as you met her eyes with your own for the first time.

Brown eyes with a hint of gold that made you forget how to breathe. The redness on your cheeks could no doubt be seen. Maybe that’s why the redhead was smirking at you.

“It’s uhm… quite alright. I was just… scared. So many kids gets taken from playgrounds”, you said and the woman gave you a sympathetic smile.

“The fear of losing our children is stronger than anything. I couldn’t imagine what I would do if I lost my daughters”, she said caressing the red haired girl with her left hand’s fingers on the girl’s cheek.

Despite their late teen years, the girl leaned into her mother’s touch, her smirk immediately disappearing, and you felt a sense of warmth at the sight.

“I’m sure the fear is much stronger when you have three to look after rather than one”

The woman squeezed the blonde girl on her shoulder with her right hand making the girl step back towards her mother, leaning into the touch as well.

“Some people might agree with you on that”

You honestly didn’t know what to do or say. The woman was absolutely astonishingly beautiful. She was inhumanly tall and you could just see the edge of lines on her face.

“Mommy I want down!”, Elijah suddenly said and you turned to him and put him down. But you immediately took his hand into your own and held him close to you.

“Thank you. And thank you for the stones”, you said and looked down at the stone your son held in his hands, obviously fascinated about it.

“You’re welcome dear. Have a good day”

You felt your heart beat faster at the nick name and found yourself blush furiously. “You too”

You walked away and the woman stood still watching you. The redhead smirked and turned to her sisters who all noticed the smirk. The brunette furrowed her eyebrows at the smirk while the blonde rolled her eyes.

“So… she was cute”, the redhead said and she could immediately feel her mother’s eyes on her.

“Well I’m sure next time you see her, you’ll be able to get a name out of her”, she said and the redhead rolled her eyes.

“I meant for you mom”

The woman rolled her eyes, as well and the redhead definitely saw the resemblance between her blonde sister and her mother.

“Daniela how many times have I told you not to interfere with my romantic life”

“Only once or twice”, she said with a smug on her face and the woman smirked as they walked their way home.

•

You walked into your apartment and Elijah immediately ran over to his toys, taking out his stuffed animals. “Eli sweetheart you need to take your shoes off”, you said and the boy turned to you. He walked over to you and sat down on his bottom, gently placing his stuffed wolf next to him but opening his shoes.

“Good sweetheart”

Once he was done he stood once again  and ran over to his play corner in the living room. You made yourself some coffee, adding lots of sugar not to mention lots of vanilla.

Vanilla was your absolute favorite. The smell was to die for and the taste was even better.  It was almost better than pussy. But not quite better than pussy.

But it sure had been long since you tasted one. God sometimes you regret not going out more. But you just couldn’t. It was too hard still. Even after five years, it was still hard.

Your wife had been your everything. Dying at childbirth was not how you had seen the outcome. The birth of your son had been long and painful for your wife and the damage was just too severe for her to survive.

You knew you wanted children and you and your wife had discussed the different options, but she insisted on carrying, since she always wanted the experience. You happily agreed and you let her decide the donor since she was carrying.

She had immediately chosen a donor from the south and the two of you had never been more excited.

“Mommy! Look!”

The sound of your son’s voice brought you back from your thoughts and you smiled softly at him as he held up his toy soldiers.

His black-brown eyes shining right through you, his eyes a complete match to your wife’s.

You walked over to him and sat down on the mattress behind him, bringing your arms around him. You held him close as he played, a tear falling down your cheek.

[alpurrtwhizkersss]

a little introduction [2023]

hey, my name’s Alpurrt, otherwise known as alpurrtwhizkersss here on Tumblr, and I’m 18 :)

i decided i’d do an introduction post because i’m thinking of starting to write on here. 

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/alpurrtwhizkersss/698998070518644736/i-love-you?source=share

i’ll be writing on my own, so i don’t rely on requests but they’d be really great to recieve!

you can find my pronouns in my bio, they may change quite often so i’m not going to put them here because i can’t be bothered coming back to edit this post every week :’)

i do lots of things! my main passion is art, but i’m not sure how much of that i’ll be posting on here, so i’ll mainly be posting about my other passion, which is writing!

here’s the good bit that you all probably care about, what fandoms i write for! okay, actually, first i’m going to tell you my rules for writing:

feel free to request things using the ask box! i’ll always have in my bio whether my requests are open or closed, and i’ll try and get to requests (if i get any) as soon as i can, but since i’m currently at school they may take a while, so please be patient with me :D

I will not write:

Smut, requests concerning serious mental disorders/issues, very dark topics, anything which could insinuate a lack of consent in a relationship, other’s OCs/self-inserts, canon ships (I only write X Readers!)

I will write:

Angst, fluff, making out, hurt/comfort, injury/violence descriptions (this does not mean self harm, I’m sorry but I don’t feel comfortable writing about this topic.), X Reader write from prompts if you give me a prompt and a character, platonic!reader, familial relationship!reader (NOT ROMANTIC) and LGBT+!Reader/Ships!

If you have any questions about these rules/want to clear anything up, drop me an ask!

NOW! Fandoms I write for (With the characters!)

Star Wars:

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Poe Dameron, Finn, Rey Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Han Solo, Leia Organa-Solo, Qui-Gon Jinn, Lando Calrissian, Satine Kryze- All of the clones, I’ll really write for anyone from Star Wars, apart from Rebels- since I haven’t seen that yet! But I will update you all when I have :)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Shang Chi, Katy Chen, pretty much all of the Eternals apart from Sprite, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Miles Morales, Foggy Nelson, and Matt Murdock.

I will write for pretty much every X-Men character, I also write for the Fantastic 4 :)

DC:

I write for Gotham as well as other DC canons, so literally send ‘em all in, but if you want specifics:

Every Young Justice character, the entire Batfamily (Damian is questionable, depends what the request entails.), most villains apart from The Joker, most Arrowverse characters, characters from the Sandman, The Suicide Squad (2021), Peacemaker, and John Constantine. There’s probably many more I haven’t thought of, so like I said, just send them all in to me :)

Resident Evil: 

Leon S Kennedy, Ada Wong, Albert Wesker, Claire Redfield, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, William Birkin, Annette Birkin, Sherry Birkin, Jake Mueller, Lady Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Karl Heisenberg, Rose Winters, Joseph Frost, Richard Aikens, Forest Speyer, Luis Sera, Ashley Graham.

Finally, we have some other fandoms that I write for but that aren’t my mains! I won’t be listing names of characters I write for these fandoms so just send a request in and I’ll likely do it :)

Lord Of The Rings

Star Trek

Doctor Who

His Dark Materials (I won’t write for Lyra unless she’s older)

Criminal Minds

The Lost Boys

BBC Ghosts

Supernatural

The Umbrella Academy

The Matrix

RDR2

Final Fantasy 7

Harry Potter/Marauders

Power Rangers

TMNT

Les Miserables

Nancy Drew Video Games

The Hardy Boys

Assassin’s Creed

Stranger Things

It (2017/19)

The Walking Dead

James Bond (PLEASE SOMEBODY ASK ME TO WRITE FOR THESE MOVIES I’M LITERALLY BEGGING)

Dirk Gentley’s Holistic Detective Agency

Six of Crows

Hannibal

Newsies

The Walking Dead

helplines:

America:

https://www.apa.org/topics/crisis-hotlines

Britain:

https://www.centreformentalhealth.org.uk/helplines-and-crisis-contacts#:~:text=If%20you're%20in%20crisis,line%20%2D%20text%20SHOUT%20to%2085258

[thewritersaddictions]

Requests Master List

This will be in no certain order of what fanfiction they are coming from. They are more going to be in the order that I have received the requests or asks.

A/n- @firefly-graphics for divders.

Rules of requesting

Ask/Requests

The Witcher: (TB) Jaskier- Big Girl (August 6th, 2022)

Stranger Things: (TE) Joyce Byers- Dismayed (August 9th, 2022)

The Witcher: (TH) Ciri- The Lost Sister ( August 17th, 2022)

Stranger Things: (TE) Joyce & Bob- Dating Them (August, 21st, 2022)

Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Strings (September 1st, 2022)

Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Live,Life,Love (October 8th, 2022)

Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson-All For You (October 22nd, 2022)

The Walking Dead: (TL) Rick Grimes- That Girl (October 28th, 2022)

Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Toxic Love (December 5th, 2022)

The Witcher: (TH) Geralt of Rivia- Lessons (December 21st, 2022)

Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Christmas Morning (January 6th, 2023)

The Witcher: Radovid x Adda- Little Thief (February 25th, 2023)

The Witcher: (TM) Yennefer- In love (March 2nd, 2023)

Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Battleground (March 13th, 2023)

Resident Evil 8: (HM) Salvatore Moreau- Clingy (March 15th, 2023)

The Witcher: (TH) Geralt of Rivia- Brutal Life (March 17th, 2023)

The Witcher: (TH) Geralt of Rivia- Pained (March 20th, 2023)

Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Birthday Boy (March 29th, 2023)

The Witcher: (TH) Vernon x Ciri- Just Love Me (May 30th, 2023)

The Witcher: (TH) Vernon x Ciri- The Loves (July 1st, 2023)

Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Blessing (July 25th, 2023)

Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Mean Dreams (July 28th, 2023)

The Witcher: (TH) Geralt Of Rivia- Spell Bound (August 28th, 2023)

Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Playmates (August 30th, 2023)

The Witcher: (TB) Jaskier- Runaway Princess (September 24th, 2023)

The Walking Dead: (TW) Negan Smith- Blend In (September 27th, 2023)

Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- The Long First Day (November 4th, 2023)

Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Best Sort Of Surprise (January 12th, 2024)

Marvel: (TR) (TASM) Peter Parker x Gwen Stacy- Wife Treatment (February 10th, 2024)

Resident Evil 8: (HH) Professor!Heisenberg x Student!Female Reader- Needy Little Girl (03/03/24)

Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Grandpa's Night (Coming Soon)

Resident Evil 8: (HH/HD) Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader x Heisenberg- The Riviarly (Coming Soon)

The Witcher: (TH) Geralt x Yennefer & Fem!Reader- The Odd One Out (Coming Soon)

Resident Evil 8: (HH) Heisenberg x Fem!Reader- The Soft Girl (Coming Soon)

@igotbasicdrag

[t0th3-ark]

Foreign Shadows

Karl Heisenberg x Reader: Part 1

Warnings: weapons, blood, gore, kidnapping, torture, cursing, sexual content.

"Ethan, you can't be serious?" (Y/N) calls after her friend. "I am serious. She's missing and I'm going to find her." Ethan shouts, over his shoulder, continuing into the woods. "Its getting late, you can't go out there alone." She says, stomping after him. Ethan turns suddenly. (Y/N) bumps into her chest, inhaling sharply. He looks down at her with desperation.

"Then come with me."

(Y/N) walks beside Ethan, arms crossed. They hadn't spoken to each other for at least twenty minutes. "Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Ethan sighs, breaking the silence. "I know this is hard for you." (Y/N) starts, feeling an uncomfortable shiver run down her spine. Someone was watching. "But this wasn't a good idea. We're out here alone, in that dark, with a only a flashlight. I mean this is classic horror story shit." (Y/N) says. "I know, I know." Ethan mumbles. What sounds like a small branch snapping under someone's foot his heard. They both fall quiet. Ethan looks at (Y/N). Shs looks back wide eyed. He glances around, suddenlt noticing lights in the distance. He pulls (Y/N) to him, whispering in her ear. "There are light down the hill. When I tap your arm, we run, got it." He explains, having a feeling of dread in his gut. (Y/N) lets out a shaky breath feeling him tap her arm. She boots.

Ethan is hot on her tail, as they both sprint down the hill. The lights get closer and closer to reveal a small village. "What the hell?" (Y/N) whispers. Ethan doesn't see her stop running and bumps into her, knocking them both to the ground. "Shit!" Ethan says, grabbing the attention of some people walking the street. (Y/N) groans, sitting up, feeling eyes on her. "Ethan." (Y/N) says, patting the ground beside her. He was gone. She stares at the spot of the ground he once was sitting on. Did he leave her? (Y/N) stands, brushing her hands on her jeans. "Ethan!" She whispers harshly. "Dammit." She mumbles, looking entirely out of place in the village. "Are you lost?" Someone asks, from behind her. She turns, quickly. "I don't- I'm not from here." (Y/N) stutters watching the woman's face light up. "A foreigner! How lovely." She starts. (Y/N) doesn't let her finish. "Have you seen a guy, about this tall," She gestures with her hands, "Blonde hair? He was wearing a green jack-" The woman stops her. "I've seen no man. Please come, inside!" She says ushering (Y/N) inside her home. "Wait, but-" The woman sushes her. "I insist! We never get foreigners nowadays." The woman laughs, eerily. (Y/N) swallows, thickly. "Let me go find my husband, and I'll be right back." The woman says, giving her a creepy grin. (Y/N) shutters as the woman leaves. She rushes to the door, opening it. It slams on the wall as she bolts out of the woman's house and into the square. Where the hell was she? What was going on? Where did Ethan go? What was in the wood? Her breath quickens and she glances frantically around the village for an escape. Villagers stop in their tracks, staring at her as if she were a digusting creature. A dull pain, resonates on the back of her skull. She grunts, falling to the ground from the impact. She turns, seeing villager with some heavy object in hand. (Y/N)'s head pounds. Her adrenaline begins to kick in. The man raises his weapon to strike again and she rolls to the side hearing it clank on the brick below her. She kicks the man in the shin, pulling herself up. "Oh no you don't!" The man yells, aiming a shotgun at her. Where did her get that from? "What do you want? What's going on?" (Y/N) roars, anger filling her. "Where is my friend? What did you do to him-" The gun goes off, the bullets piercing her thigh. (Y/N) falls on her back, crying out in pain. Her hands shoot to her injured leg, holding it. Blood seeps onto her hands. She sobs, looking up through her tears at the man. "Mother Miranda will be very pleased to see you." The man says, confusing the hell out of (Y/N). "Please-" The barrel of the gun comes down the hit (Y/N)'s head. 

Darkness.

"Oh, please, that is utter nonsense!" A female's voice booms. (Y/N) winces, feeling cold metal around her wrists. Her thigh is numb and pulsates with her heart. Her head hurts. It's throbbing, aching. She turns to lie on her back. "(Y/N)!" Someone hisses, from beside her. "Ethan?" (Y/N) croaks, quietly. "Thank God. I thought you wouldn't wake up." Ethan says. He's bloody and dirty. "What's going on? Ethan, please tell me this isn't real." (Y/N) whispers. "Ah!" The same female voice says. "They're awake." She chuckles. (Y/N) props herself up against a wall. Oh god. A woman looms above her. She's enormous. She towers over (Y/N) like a tree. She has to crane her neck to see the woman's face. She glances around the room seeing several other figures. Her eyes widen. What the fuck was happening? "Oh, don't be alarmed, darling." The woman, grins. "The worst is yet to come." She says. Someone snorts and (Y/N)'s head turns to see a gruff looking man, smoking a cigar. "What the fuck is going on?" (Y/N) projects, taking all of the strange people by surprise. Ethan feels anxiety bubble in him. "Who are you? What are we doing here?" (Y/N) drills. No one answers. "Answer me, goddammit!" (Y/N) shouts. Cigar man let's out a laugh. It sounded like it came from deep within her gut.

"What's so funny, cigar man?" (Y/N) growls, making Ethan kick her uninjured leg. "Dont provoke them." He mumbles. "Cigar man." The scruffy man repeats. "Don't provoke them?" (Y/N) says lowly. The strange people watch the two humans interact. "Don't fucking provoke them?" She shouts at Ethan, making him flinch. "Some dumbass shot me in the leg and all I was trying to do was get some answers." (Y/N) rants. "You're the one who dragged me out here to find you're precious daughter!" She says raising her hands mockingly. Ethan's face contorts. "Oh so it's my fault?" He says, laughing bitterly. "Obviously! We're in this situation because of you!" She argues, shoving her index finger into his chest. "Me? I'm not the one who-" The tall woman becomes tired of their bickering. "Enough!" She booms, shutting them both up. "Mother Miranda is on her way and she will decide what to do with both of you." She says, obviously annoyed. "I like her." The man says, pointing his cigar at (Y/N). "She's got spunk. Now him," He pauses, pointing to Ethan, "He seems like a pain in the ass, if I'm being blunt with you." He says, ignoring that the two humans were even there, talking to the tall lady. The large woman, sighs heavily. "It isn't your decision, Heisenberg." She says, sitting down. "Now hang on just a minute," (Y/N) says squinting. "Since when am I property?" She glares at all of them. Ethan swallows. "Since you set foot here." A new voice says. It's filled with power. It was quite intimidating. A female figure covered in feathers enters the room. "What the fuck." (Y/N) whispers, eyes trailing her as she walks. The Heisenberg man snorts. Ethan  cowers to the wall behind him. Idiot. 

Miranda stops at the center of the room. "We will decide your fate, from now, forward." She says, speaking with a kind of grace. "So we don't get a fucking say in this?" (Y/N) fumes. "(Y/N)." Ethan says, weakly. "Don't '(Y/N)' me. I don't want anything to do with this! This is insane. It this a joke? Did my mom set this shit up? She's been after me for years. I knew-" (Y/N) is silenced. "Shut your fucking hole and let the woman speak. Damn." Heisenberg snaps. "I thought you liked me, cigar boy." (Y/N) sneers. Heisenberg rises from his seat, suddenly, making her jump. Mother Miranda sighs. "Now you listen to me, princess." Heisenberg growls, stalking over to her. (Y/N) stands her ground, rolling her shoulders back. Ethan starts to shake in fear. He grabs her jaw, roughly.

"You ain't making the fucking decisions around here." He says. (Y/N) tries to pull her head out of his grasp, but he simply tightens it. "Your fate is already layed out for you. So I suggest to cooperate or you will face the consequences." Heisenberg grins. "Get your hands off me you pig!" (Y/N) says, lowly. A loud crack echos inside the room. (Y/N) falls back against the wall, hand to her face. He just hit her. "Learn your place or you won't survive." Heisenberg whimpers. (Y/N)'s eyes sting with tears. Everything hurt and nothing made sense. "Go to hell." She mumbles. "What did I just say-" heisenberg starts raising his voice. "That's a great show you put on for us, dear, but I think that's enough." The tall woman says, boredom in her tone. (Y/N) slumps back against the wall, defeated. It was no use. 

"Ethan Winters." Mother Miranda says. "Your fate has been decided." She speaks with authority. There's a pause. "Lady Dimitrescu will have you." She states. The tall woman grins wildly. Ethan shrinks back against the wall. (Y/N) sits there, a cut on her cheek from something Heisenberg hand on his hand. Possibly a ring. She didn't care. Ethan is carried away by the tall lady she had learned to be Alcina Dimitrescu. "Good fucking ridens." (Y/N) mumbles to herself, watching Ethan struggle. "(Y/N) (L/N). Your fate has been decided." Mother Miranda repeats. "Oh, great." (Y/N) says, voice dripping in hate. "Lord Heisenberg will take you." She says. (Y/N) feels anger filling her. "I'm not going with that idiot." She says, looking at Miranda while referring to him. She hears him stand. Goosebumps rise on her skin, seeing his shadow on the ground as he looms above her. "Get up." He orders. "Fuck off." (Y/N) retorts, still looking at Miranda. "Get the fuck up!" Heisenberg booms. (Y/N) glares up at him. "I said, fuck off!" She yells back. Heisenberg smiles, adjusting his hat. "You're in for a ride, pretty girl." He growls, grabbing her forearm, forcing her to stand on her bad leg. (Y/N) yelps, numbing pain shooting through her ankle to her hip. She pants, pulling at the chains surrounding her wrist. She would glady, for no money at all, kick him in the balls, if her leg was healed.

"Well? C'mon walk." Heisenberg says, in a teasing manner. "I got shot, dumbass! I can't walk." (Y/N) spits. "Guess I'll either have to drag you or throw you over my shoulder. What'll it be?" He says, a glint in his eyes. (Y/N) remains silent. He grabs her by the middle, hosting her over his shoulder. "Put me down!" (Y/N) shouts as he begins to walk. "Oh! I see. You'd rather be dragged on the ground, huh?" Heisenberg says, stopping. "No." (Y/N) says, quickly. "That's what I fuckin' thought." He says, hand resting on the bad of her thighs. It didn't seem like he really cared about the wound on her thigh.(Y/N) starts to feel blood rush to her head. The man was carrying her at an uncomfortable angle. She grunts, wiggling to adjust herself. "Quit movin'." Heisenberg barks, slapping the back of her injured thigh. (Y/N) flinches letting out a pained sound. She dangles from his shoulder like a ragdoll. This was embarrassing to say the least. He was treating her like a sack of potatoes. 

After what felt like a month, they reached some sort of plant. A factory maybe? This was all surreal. A whirring sound is heard and (Y/N) is walked through a door. "Welcome to your new home." Heisenberg chuckles. "This isn't my home." She snaps, hitting his back with her chained wrists. "Now you've done it." He says, before throwing her down on the floor. (Y/N) hisses, her leg aching. "Look, this us how it's gonna be." He starts, kneeling down to an eye level stance. "You ain't gonna cause trouble and your gonna do what I say. You hear?" He says. "You may need some trainin'," He pauses, eyes hinting some darkness,

"But you'll fuckin' learn."

[chloe-online]

Requests: 4

Requests are: temporarily closed

A little bit about me:

name: chloe, she/her

age: 19

I'm just a silly bisexual who is in love with capcoms characters, and the resident evil games. tbh resident evil is my lifestyle. other than resident evil i quite like The Last of Us, Horizon: Zero Dawn, and animal crossing, i play a lot of games but those are just the ones i can think of. i do go to school so excuse me being inactive. if a very awkward, shy bean so bear with me. my writing also isn't that goooddd but its improving.

I'm gonna make a new pinned post eventually

master list + request rules under cut

Masterlist:

hii so this is my masterlist, i'll do my best to update it as i post :) (request rules at the bottom)

Resident Evil:

Karl Heisenberg-

headcanons:

Karl Heisenberg with a sad s/o

Karl Heisenberg tries sprite for the first time

Stories (short and longer):

Karl comforts you after a nightmare

Just a Nightmare (karl heisenberg x reader)

Requests:

Parent teacher night with heisenberg and his daughter

karls daughter being in robotics

heisenfam family vacation

karls son (ftm) getting misgendered at school

karls daughter having migraines

karl daughter braiding his hair

Karls daughter having a nightmare about miranda

karl with fraternal daughters and sons

karl trying to convince his wife sturm was a good idea

other:

Just a Nightmare snippet

How heisenberg x reader stories are like beauty and the beast

nsfw alphabet

fluff alphabet

Carlos Oliveira

requests:

re boys with cats

stories:

don't we deserve to be happy?

Chris Redfield

requests:

re boys with cats

stories:

loved and i lost

Leon Kennedy-

requests:

re boys with cats

random leon headcanons

post vendetta hcs

leon dating a s.t.a.r.s member

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i have requests open but keep in mind i only do requests if they follow the guidelines below:

- i only write about lady dimitrescu, karl heisenberg, salvatore moreau, donna beneviento, carlos oliveira, Chris redfield, and if desired i can try to write about the duke, miranda, ethan, leon kennedy, jill valentine, or claire redfield but they may not be as good as some of the characters that i know better. (alcina x reader, karl x reader, salvatore x reader etc or other if you want headcanons or a short story of just one lord, or lord x lord).

- my writing isnt strong as is but its even worse when i try to write full on smut. so please if you request, try and keep it sfw, soft, or only little bits of smut.

- if you have an idea and request it from me please note im better and writing headcanons. i can still write stories, but for better results it might be better to ask for headcanons from me or go ask a different writer whos more skilled at writing than me :)

thats pretty much it, i’ll do my best to be active but i might not be too active haha

[mackeydoodledoo]

I Only Swim Free: Chapter 4

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You’ve done swimming all your life. You’ve gotten to your dream college on a scholarship for your outstanding freestyle technique back in high school. Relationships never crossed your mind however, that was before you met your swim team captain: Bela Dimitrescu.

Warning: Jealousy, heavy couple-arguments, relationship-neglection

A/N: Rather than having this be a one chapter story, I decided to make this thing a whole series!

“Lost Boys” - Ocean Park Standoff

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You jolt awake to the sound of your door being knocked on. Groggy, you get up and slowly pace around your apartment to get to the door. Once you open it, Bela is on the other side.

“Bela?” you ask, rubbing your eyes, “It’s almost 3 am, what’s going on?”

“Can I stay here?” She asks, “My boyfriend and I got into an argument and I didn’t feel like staying and- this was the only place I could think of. May I?”

“Yeah, of course,” You say, your eyes halfway open

You could tell that she was wearing your hoodie you gave her your first day of practice the other week.

“You want anything?” You ask, grabbing a snack out of the pantry

“Pass,” She says as she sits on your bed

“You want to talk about it?” You ask, sitting next to her

“When I got back my boyfriend was super drunk,” She begins, “He kept on rambling how I’m beginning to get all touchy and close to you... “

You are though... But, I’m not against it or anything...

“I just... You’re my close friend and I do the exact same thing with all of my other girls,” Bela sighs, “But you- I don’t know why he has a problem with you...”

“Well, let me tell you something,” You start, “I don’t give an absolute damn about what your boyfriend thinks of me. He shouldn’t be having this much control over who you decide to hug, chat with or even be friends with. If I’m going to be honest, he sounds toxic...” 

Bela sighs as she falls back into your bed, embracing its warmth. She groans as she covers her entire face with the both of her hands.

“Why haven’t you broken up with him yet?” You ask

“Because I’m afraid he’ll turn into one of those kinds of crazy exes and then he’ll hurt me and my family, my friends... You,” Bela sighs

“Me?” You ask, “Why would you be worried about me? I can sure handle myself in a fight. I should know.”

You try to play it off as a ‘hero’ kind of tone. But, when you look back down at Bela, she isn’t smiling.

“Because I care about you,” Bela confesses, “Since you joining the swim team, you were the first one ever to show to me that life is just more than swimming.”

“Like?” You ask

“I need to detach from the world every now and then,” She says, “Especially that night I found you on the rooftop.”

“That huh?” You ask, sighing, “I’m not one for parties...”

“I know,” She sighs

You fall back into your bed and offer your arm as a pillow for her. She lays her head against your arm and turns to you.

“Of all my relationships, you’re the only one who’s shown me respect and human decency.” Bela also confesses

“Bela, we’re not dating,” You say, “But, even so, why wouldn’t I?”

“Because all the boys would just bend to my will, I know it’s toxic of me to have them do so but, I want someone who would fall for me, for me.. You know?”

You nod, “Well, I always fall in love with the personality.”

“And?... My personality?” She asks you

“Well, you’re amazing in and out Bela,” You smile, “You’re the coolest gal I’ve ever become friends with. My captains from high school weren’t this close with me.”

“Really?” She asks, “Why not?”

“Cliques in the team,” you sigh, “After the season, none of us ever really got together other than at the banquet a couple weeks later.”

“Hmm,” Bela sighs, scooting in closer to you, “Have you ever... slept with a woman?”

“I wouldn’t say slept with in the terms you’re talking about,” You sigh, “Just cuddling maybe making out... But that’s it. So in other words, no.”

Everything was silent from there. But, Bela still huddles into your embrace. However, you take the opportunity to change into your pajamas. Bela pretty much makes herself at home and is already under your blanket. 

“You’re also welcome here if you need an escape from your boyfriend,” You whisper in Bela’s ear as you hop under the covers with her

She cuddles into your embrace as you begin wrapping your arms around her. Not too long after you manage to get her to fall asleep. The same goes for yourself. As you watch the sunrise peek through your windows you look down at Bela who was still fast asleep in your arms. You couldn't help but crack a slight smile. You move some hair out of her face and place a gentle kiss at the middle of her forehead. She begins to stir and looks up at you with half-opened eyes.

"Morning," she says, smiling

"Morning," you reply back, "Hungry?"

She nods but cuddles into your further, "But, that can wait. Let's just stay here..."

Just as you were about to get situated in her embrace, you could hear a phone ringing. At first the both of you ignored it however, it became persistent. Bela looks at it and groans when she sees her boyfriend's name across the screen. She finally caves in and answers the phone.

"Where the hell are you?" He asks, "I've been searching for you all night."

"Sorry, after the argument I decided to stay with a friend," Bela sighs, “I had no mood to go back into your fraternity house..."

"That’s fine, but it better not be at that kids' dorm," he says, "Can we talk it out during brunch? On me."

"Maybe," she says, hanging up

The puts her phone back onto the nightstand and groans in frustration.

"I'm pretty sure your boyfriend doesn't sound too happy?" You ask

"He feels bad," Bela says, "Maybe I will take him up on that offer..."

"Alright," you say, without trying to sound butt-hurt, "If anything happens I'm only a call away."

"Thanks y/n," she smiles

Bela leaves after changing into a simple outfit for the day and leaves you to your lonesome. You decided to get your work done, at least whatever remaining work you had to do. You wanted to save your photo assignment for last. Hoping you could get Bela to be your model. However, realizing you had photo class the next day, you began losing hope of getting to do a photoshoot with Bela. After a couple of hours you finally finish your school work and decide to watch some of your favorite youtubers play various games. You were currently watching Markiplier play Papers, Please when you noticed your phone going off. You pick it up immediately when Bela’s icon came up.

“Bela?” You call for her, when you hear crying, “Are you okay?!” 

“He isn’t picking up,” Bela sniffles, “I think he stood me up... I know your calf is injured but-but can you come get me?”

“I could care less if my calf is injured, don’t worry love, I’ll come get you,” You say, reassuringly

You slip on your calf brace and slip on some shoes and grab your car keys and rush out the door.

Bela gives you the address to the restaurant that Bela and her boyfriend had agreed to meet up at. You see Bela sitting along the curb just outside of the restaurant, her head in her hands. You stop your car and hop out.

“Bela,” You say

She looks up at you and practically jumps into your arms, sobbing into your shoulder.

“Shhhh,” You coo, stroking her blonde locks, “It’s okay.. It’s okay..”

“He didn’t even call me,” Bela cries

“You know what?” You ask, pulling Bela away to look at her

“What?” She asks

“Would you possibly want to hang out with me instead?” You ask, trying not to sound like a weirdo, “We can do anything you want really. I may not be your boyfriend Bela, but I absolutely hate seeing you torn because of this guy.”

“Sure,” She tries to smile at you but to no avail

“We’ll make it a night you will remember for the ages,” You try to sound optimistic

You made your last stop at a grocery store for some stuff for home as you had just remembered you hadn’t done that yet. You look out to the sky and notice the sun beginning to set. With the time you had remaining, you quickly change the song to “Lost Boys” by Ocean Park Standoff

Let’s take the night off From caring ‘bout tomorrow Let’s take our minds off the things we can’t control Let’s take our clothes off and jump into the ocean Don’t know where we’re going But. it’s somewhere out there!

On occasion you would look over to Bela and you’d see her smiling from ear to ear; enjoying the music you had put on for the both of you. 

We got our whole lives left To make some memories

As you continue singing your heart out, Bela could help but notice that whenever the sunlight would hit you, your eyes would glow a perfect shade of honey. You were driving so she couldn’t kiss you right then and there.

“What is it Bela?” You ask, finally having the change to look at her

What you had noticed, the sunlight hitting Bela, you could see her eyes shining a perfect shade of bright gold and you were sure her eye color was hazel.

“Nothing,” Bela blushes before facing forward again

“Oh! Before the sunsets fully! I need your help with something for photo class!” You blurt out

“What?” She asks

“I need to do photos of something nostalgic but at golden hour,” You tell her, “Or at least that is the theme I’m going for! I need a model for this and I couldn’t think of anyone else but you! What do you say?”

“I’ll help y/n!” She smiles

“I know a perfect spot!” You smile, putting ‘pedal to the metal’

In short time, you reach the spot you had planned; a ‘secret’ spot in the state park that had a lakeside. 

“Oh my gosh...” Bela gasps, hopping out of your car, “This is beautiful! How’d you fin this place?”

“I do some research and I’d sometimes come here when I want to feel alone,” You explain, “You’re actually the very first person I’ve brought here.”

“Me?” She asks, “Why am I the first person?”

“I don’t know,” You shrug, “This was the first place I thought of. Okay! Let’s do photos before it’s too dark!”

You do the pictures and Bela looks through them. The both of you agreed that they were perfect.

“Exactly how I pictured them in my head,” You smile, “Thanks Bela.”

The both of you just watch the sunset over the horizon, the both of you laying your heads gently against each other.

“Can we go back to your place?” Bela asks, “I don’t want to go home just yet.”

“Yeah, sure, you want food on the way back?” You ask

She nods, “But, you pick.”

You just get some pizza on campus and finally reach back to your apartment. The both of you were watching a movie and sitting on your couch. Bela leans onto your shoulder as the both of you continue watching the movie. 

“Do you think he no longer loves me?” Bela asks

“I wish I had the answer for that one Bela,” You sigh, gently rubbing her arm, “But hey, if anything happens you have the team, your sisters, your mother... And me.”

You hear Bela slightly chuckle and slings her arm across your midsection. You smile, knowing you had helped her, even though you two only had met a couple of months ago. 

Realizing what time it was, you begin preparing for bed, Bela decided to stay over again.

“If I’m gone by the time you wake up you can stay if you choose or you can leave,” You say, hopping into bed, “Just remember to lock the door.”

Bela nods as she against follows you into your bed and snuggles herself into your arms. 

“Goodnight Bela,” You say, giving her a forehead kiss

“Goodnight y/n,” She yawns

It was a restless night for Bela. She began overthinking about how her boyfriend stood her up earlier in the day, almost landed his hand across her face during that party months ago. She didn’t want to wake you up as she was aware you had morning classes mere hours later. 

By the time she actually got a decent amount of sleep, you were long gone. She slips on one of your hoodies that had your scent on it and groggily walks into your kitchen. She looks upon the counter and notices a note next to a coffee mug.

Thought you might want some coffee. Not sure how you like your coffee but I have creamer in the fridge and sugar up in the cupboard. I cooked food for you but they’re in the fridge, I didn’t want them to go bad so just warm them up. I’ll see you at practice Bels. - Y/n

She smiles from ear to ear as you had gotten up way earlier than expected just to cook yourself breakfast. but not only for you, but for her too. 

“Oh y/n,” Bela blushes

You were attempting to swim butterfly during practice however, you weren’t getting the arms right and you were looking for Bela to give you some pointers however, she was nowhere to be seen...

“Hey coach,” You swim over to the edge of the pool

“Yes y/n?” Donna looks up at you

“Have you seen the captain?” You ask

“She called earlier before practice and told me she wasn’t feeling to good, but she told me she’ll be at it tomorrow,” She explains

Hmm... That’s odd of Bela to miss practice... Oh well, I’ll check my phone after practice. 

You skip the shower and just put on some sweats and your swim jacket. You immediately go through your phone and see a bunch of missed calls from Bela, and only one voice message. When you listen through it, you beeline it out of the sports center and back to your apartment.

Chapter 5