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margaretoakgrove · 18 hours
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さあ、ショータイム! 準備はいいか? Now it's showtime! Are you ready?
KARL HEISENBERG in BIOHAZARD VILLAGE PACHISLOT
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tar-antula-juice · 2 months
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SECRET SANTA GIFT FOR @crunchey-water X]]
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mrswint3rs · 2 months
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𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐩𝐭𝟐 (ladies version)
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Includes links for the following ^ + the Dimitrescu
Mostly girl on girl stuff (a few of these are 3d of them) lmk if i accidentally reused something 😭
Ada [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4] [Link 5]
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Claire [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4] [Link 5]
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Ashley [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4] [Link 5]
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Jill [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4] [Link 5]
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Sheva [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4] [Link 5]
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Alcina [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] (i cant rlly find stuff that makes me think of her idk)
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Bela [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4]
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Cassandra [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4] [Link 5]
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Daniela [Link 1] [Link 2] [Link 3] [Link 4]
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azne09 · 3 months
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Donna Beneviento
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I draw this back in September and completely forgot about it— I love Donna, as much as her house traumatised me, killing her was awfully painful :(
I did another version without the veil :
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octomint · 8 months
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Its okay, we’ve all been there Heisenberg
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harena--tigris · 15 days
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Bela, Cassandra, the wolf and Daniela from The Hunt is What Defines Us
commission for @thehuntiswhatdefinesus
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wastedskins · 2 months
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The beauty of Resident Evil.
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shadowsofrose · 1 year
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Will you please stop talking in riddles? I just want to find my daughter.
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liviadimitrescu · 2 months
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Doamna De Sânge ( Alcina DimitrescuxReader)
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(not my gif pls dont come for me, but also if its yours lmk!)
Summary:
She'd been obsessed with you from the moment she met you. Knew the eyes the moment she'd seen them. And it changed the world for her. Now it was only fair that she changed the world for you.
You would be hers, no matter the cost.
Ao3 Link
18+ Minors DNI
TW: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Talk of underage (nothing happens to ANYONE underage, but it's an obsession for sursies)
Authors Note:
Hi friends!
I am back, with this little chestnut. It started as something original and then I was like. Oh shit. I'm literally writing about m y fave Romanian girlies <3 Alcina is a raving psychopath in this (hot.) and is OBSESSED with our reader..... I am not responsible for her actions (I am.) Lmk what you think and I PROMISE to update my other fics at some point. It's been a hell of a few months let me tell you.
Hope you love red flags as much as I do!
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Alcina
I'd been watching her for years.
The intensity in which my gaze first fell on her was unrelenting still. I was immediately struck by the knowing she was mine — Big eyes sucked my soul into her from the moment I saw the girl. 
 That was nearly two decades ago. 
Her father, Oryx and I had known each other for some time. He brought her to my vineyard all those years ago, and my undead heart stopped right in my chest. That timid little thing, holding her father’s hand, clinging to his legs as I stared down at her, had stolen my cold heart without even knowing it. 
I cared not for children that were not my own, thankfully my girls had been grown (or what they considered grown) since the early 20’s. 
Their brains had stopped evolving after… her.
And Y/N — 
Sweet, sweet, Y/N … 
As soon as Oryx brought her into my home, my girls were entranced, just as I was. The timid little girl was suddenly gone at the sight of my daughters — And the three of them cooed over the sweetest little girl as Oryx and I went over our latest business development together. He rambled on as I watched my girls, large grins on their faces, play with someone’s child. 
For them, it was unnatural. Unheard of. 
I expected it from my oldest, Bela. Out of my three daughters she was the most docile. If I was being honest, Daniela, who was the youngest, had her mother’s social tendencies and not mine. But Cassandra — Seeing her, grin painted on her lips interacting with Oryx’s daughter shocked me to the bone. My middle child was by far the most violent out of her sisters, and my mirror. 
To set the record straight, I am not a monster, and I am certainly not someone who leers at children….
This child just happened to be exceptional. 
So over the years I watched from afar. I lingered in the shadows, in silent protection. Always asking Oryx about her when he came to our home in Romania to inspect the grapes. Oryx was a smart man, very smart and I needed to proceed with caution. 
Even now, as we stood in between rows of grapes, I’d suggested in casual conversation that he should bring his sweet daughter more, as the girls adored her. 
“Aw, hell. Alcina, I would but her mother’s got her on such a tight leash…. And going to high school next year is a big deal for them both…” The man, who’s hair was now greying, grinned, “My little sugar plum’s turned into quite the little firecracker.” He was pressing a small grape between his fingers, violet juice coating his hand. 
It took everything in my power not to sneer at Oryx then and there for his retched nickname for such an exquisite beauty. My eyebrow arched as we two continued our walk through my vineyard together, “High school, already?” I smirked casually, “It was just yesterday she was hiding behind your legs from me.” 
Y/N’s father joined in my nostalgic memory, as I hoped he would. 
Excellent. 
“It’s hard to believe.” He mumbled, mainly to himself. 
Oryx’s mind silenced — and I sensed what was next. This was his second trip to Romania after all, and completely unnecessary. I’d played my role well as we talked on the phone a month or so ago. 
A lot of “Oh you think the grapes are wilting too much in this odd heatwave? I agree, Oryx. But please allow me to pay for your flight over, it's the least I can do!”  
Men weren’t terribly difficult to manipulate. 
Over the last ten years, in all my careful planning I obtained a new business partner. I had begun slowly draining Oryx of all his assets. His investments. His houses.  The idiot men I employed talked Y/N’s idiot father into shoddy deals that would have no real way of working out. Oryx just so happened to be stupid enough — and desperate enough. And as he proved to be either he was not worthy of the House Dimitrescu’ 
Oryx stopped walking, and ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair. 
Ah, humans and their ageing. 
 “Alcina, I gotta ask you a favour.” 
My brow quivered higher as I appeared to seem uninterested, “Oh? Are you alright, Oryx?” 
No. He was not alright, that was plain as day. You’d have to be an idiot to miss the signs. Large dark circles beneath his eyes, they way he shifted on both feet as if this was extremely painful to ask me for help — 
“Yeah… I’m alright.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. 
“Oryx.” My tone was serious, but laced with familial concern, “I feel we have known one another long enough where you can be honest with me.” 
His hangs wrung together — Ah, so he fidgeted when he was upset. I wondered if Olivia picked up on such a horrible habit. 
“But I gotta say… I’ve made some bad business deals lately Cina’…” 
I bit my tongue and suppressed a snarl at the nickname. I allowed it merely because of the task at hand. Anyone else who wasn’t bringing me my sweet girl would have had their tongue cut out by now.. These insufferable man-things—
“And I’m in some real trouble.” 
Oh.. he was still talking. 
I pursed my lips, feigning interest, “What kind of trouble?” 
“I…” Oryx sighed again, “I made some deals that I thought were solid and it turns out… These are some bad, bad guys.” 
I began walking once more, subtly signalling he should do the same. “How much do you need, friend?” 
The relief on Oryx’s face was immediate. Shoulders slouching in ease. We’d stopped walking once more, as the sun began to dip below the treeline. “A lot, Alcina and if you’re not interested I understand I don’t want to pressure you.” 
I pursed my lips, “Did your wife tell you not to come back unless you obtained the money?” 
Oryx blushed lightly, “Yeah, something like that.” His laugh was soft, sad almost. 
Pathetic. 
“I must admit old friend, I had my suspicions when you contacted me last month. Oryx remained silent, “But I am happy you came to me.” 
We began walking once more, gravel crunching beneath the weight of my heels. Oryx’s heart was hammering in his chest, nerves still awry. I knew he didn’t fully trust me, and I didn’t care. He was desperate now. My plan had worked perfectly. 
“Have you thought of Y/N’s future? Found a suitable match for her? A family in decent social standing and wealth could change everything for you.” I mentioned it casually, as to not alarm his idiot misplaced misogyny over his only daughter towards me.  
Oryx’s hands balled into fists at the suggestion, “So you think I should pimp out my only daughter?” 
I stood straight. My full height always intimidated men and it would be no different with this one. “That is not what I said.” He shrunk two sizes, at my tone. It was one of force, not anger. I continued,  “While we are friends, Oryx bare in mind who you are speaking to, and what I am capable of.”  
Y/N’s father shrunk three more sizes, as I continued, “I merely suggested that you secure your daughter's future.” 
Oryx sighed once more, “Apologies, Alcina. It has been a… tense few months.” 
My curt nod sated his grovelling, “Quite alright. I merely wish to help.” The fear that rolled off Oryx was evident in his pheromones. Had it not been for his own self loathing clouding said fear I would've been tempted to sample him. 
He  followed my footsteps dutifully, “I can't stand that thought of Y/N being married off to some foreign family. Away from her own….” 
Ah, I had him right where I wanted him. 
“Oryx, consider this for me, will you?” We stopped walking once more, the light dimming further behind me.
“Anything, Alcina.” 
I went silent for a moment, contemplating my wording — “Oryx, I am in need of a…. Companion.”
His eyes went wide, “You think I would give my daughter to YOU?” 
My hand shot up, silencing him, “Do you need a reminder of who it is you’re speaking to?” Oryx looked to the ground in shame, unable to meet my eyes. “Now let me finish, before you begin the witch hunt. Y/N is a beautiful girl. Charming, and intelligent. No doubt the best of you and Sarah.”
 Oryx let out a deep breath — 
“Trust when I say old friend, I would require nothing else from her, but her charming self. She would be safe here, as my girls are safe.” 
That did it for him. The mention of my girl's safety made Oryx’s energy concede. In his mind I was a monster. He knew what I was. Though he’d been sworn to secrecy he looked at me like they all did. No matter, it was with that fear I got what I desired. 
And what I desired was Y/N.
“So let me get this straight Alcina, my daughter would be your… what….wife?” 
I nodded. 
His hand’s once more clenched into fists. The idea of his sweet little girl being my dove was too much for his simple American mind. 
 “In most aspects, yes. I would require her to come to functions with me. Dinners, all of the things a wife would do, and in private we shall have our own respective spaces.” 
Oryx frowned, deeply as he spoke, “And you’d give me the money in exchange for this?” 
I nearly pitied Y/N, had I not been so infatuated with her. Oryx himself, so easily, gave her up to save his skin. 
“Indeed.” I was towering over him once more. 
Oryx’s dark eyes shifted to contemplate this again. I nearly rolled my own, “Alcina, you could have anyone you wanted. Why Y/N?” 
I feigned sadness, “Oryx. Things haven’t been the same since…..” My old friend nodded in silent understanding, “And my girls… They long for someone to speak to in the harsh winters,  someone to run with in summer. If I married a woman of my age she wouldn’t be capable of keeping up with them. I do not wish to love another after Lora. She was more than I could have ever asked for.” 
Oryx had tears in his eyes by the time I finished. 
I’d hypnotised him successfully. 
“You are truly selfless, Alcina.” His voice cracked, like I was some sort of angel. 
I pursed my lips, “Mmm. Tell that to my checkbook.”
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resident-lover · 9 months
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wonder what they're laughing at? wrong answers only
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blazepandaartz · 4 months
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To say that we were absolutely robbed would be the understatement of the century.
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Concept art this was based on.
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margaretoakgrove · 17 hours
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MUTATED KARL HEISENBERG in BIOHAZARD VILLAGE PACHISLOT
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tar-antula-juice · 8 days
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mrswint3rs · 1 month
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Make Me Bad
(drabble)
pairings- dbf! heisenberg x fem! reader
cw- age gap (reader is in her 20s), consent isn’t established so use your imagination ig, unprotected sex, they get caught at the end ꨄ
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Your father’s garage is the place you’ve grown to know all to well. He spends 90% of his free-time there, drinking, watching his confusing sports on TV, or on rare occasion, fixing up his bike.
That’s when his good friend, Heisenberg, comes around. Though lately, it seems every time you make an appearance at your dad’s house, he’s there, even if they’re not working on anything.
He lounges on the couch, puffing from his cigar, dirty shoes hiked up on the table in front of the TV and blocking your view. Your dad cracks open a new case of beer just for him and they watch whatever’s on for hours, yapping about modern times and how different things are now.
Heisenberg hates your generation of people. Says they’re all too sensitive and cancel friendly, blames it on too much internet access. But he excludes you from that sector.
He thanks your father for raising you properly, gifting you with correct opinions especially in music, same as his. He feels like he can talk to you like one of the guys, not having to worry about offending you with something controversial that spills out of his mouth.
But he also knows you’re not one of the guys. You’re a woman. A woman he’s been dying to get his grimy hands on.
So when your dad takes off to the corner store on a beer run leaving the two of you secluded, he’s on you within minutes.
He takes you right on the couch, rushing to have his way as he knows your dad won’t be long.
With one knee on the cushion beside you, the other on the floor, he holds your leg over his shoulder stuffing his cock into your gummy walls. He may be old, but he undeniably has game.
He quiets your sweet moans with his own mouth, lips pressing forcefully against yours, teeth clashing from the roughness put into his thrusts. His scruffy facial hair irritates your skin, but you’re distracted by all the other sensations he’s giving you.
“yer gettin’ so loud sweet cheeks,” he grins into your lips, nipping and pulling away with that cocky chuckle when it makes you whimper.
He’s pretty good at keeping face, pretending like your pussy doesn’t feel that good but he’s never had better. Hasn’t even gotten laid in about a year.
“Keep squeezin’ me like that nd’ I won’t have the strength to pull out,” he groans. His movements become less methodical as his composure slips. His face contorts, brows furrowing and jaw clenching like he’s about to go overboard. “Fuck sweetheart I gotta—“
But he fails to remove himself in time, it was too tight of a squeeze for him to make it out.
His voice sounds a low, almost growl as he empties himself into you. He loses focus for a minute, feeling you pulse and throb around his girth, pulling him back in so greedily. He swears you’re gonna be the one to send him to an early grave.
That is, until the side door of the garage flies open, the man neither of you would have hoped to see, seeing you.
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abgemeldet · 1 year
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Best moment of me playing RE8 🤣 👏
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octomint · 5 months
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Steel Glory
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