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[trashbunnyxo]

I Want to Play a Game

Victor Gideon x Fem!Reader

CW: choking, gun play, degradation, p in v, cruel Gideon, oral, dubious consent? Maybe? Power dynamics, blood, blood as lube, yandere? Submissive reader.

[ I’ve never written before. Idk if this is how you tag. I’m just obsessed with this freak of a man ]

“Kidnap you?” The words rolled off of Gideon’s tongue like venom. “I liberated you,” he whispered as he took a step closer to the trembling girl before him. She had her gun pointed at his face with a shaky hand and a scowl on her face.

After everything he’d done to her. He kidnapped her, took her blood, and left her in a building full of monstrosities. Liberation was what he wanted to call it? She could almost laugh.

He didn’t seem to mind the gun pointed at his face. He didn’t seem to mind that it was certainly kidnapping he had done to her. What did he care if she was roaming around in a highly infected building? He’s the one who healed her previous wounds. If anything, she should be thanking him.

He took a lazy step forward and completely invaded her space. She backed up against the table behind her with a small sound of surprise. A few books crashed to the floor.

“I will shoot,” her threat lacked any bite to it.

He flashed her a grin and bumped the barrel of her gun with his forehead. He looked her right in the eyes as he put his hand on hers just above the trigger.

“Do you need some help following through on that threat?” He cooed.

She was at a loss for words. He was fucking crazy. She didn’t want to kill him. She didn’t want to kill anyone. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want any of this. She just wanted to go home.

All of her words died in her throat until they were nothing more than a lump. She wasn’t expecting him to call her bluff. She couldn’t do anything but look at him with a horrified expression.

He was too quick. In the blink of an eye, he twisted her arm, which made her cry out in pain, and grabbed her gun from her. He examined the gun with a laugh.

“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep,” he chided.

He emptied the chamber, the bullets falling to the ground in a clatter. All but one bullet.

“I’d like to play a game with you,” he mused.

“Let me go!” She pleaded.

Her anxiety was too much to bear. Every nerve in her body was telling her to leave. She needed to run. She tried to shove past him, but it was a vain effort. He grabbed her immediately and pulled her back to his chest. She could feel how much he dwarfed her in size. He was massive. She had no chance of running.

“I said I’d like to play a game,” he pushed the barrel of the gun to her cheek before running it down to her neck. “I’ll even let you go first,” her skin rose with goosebumps as he brought the gun to her temple.

She had tears blurring her vision. She tried to thrash around in his grasp, but he didn’t budge.

“I don’t want to play!” She barely got the words out through her frantic breathing.

“Shhh…it’s okay,” his voice was deceptively soft as he pulled the trigger.

She braced for impact, but she was only met with the tink of an empty chamber. Her whole body was shaking. The only reason she hadn’t fallen to the floor by now was because he was holding her up.

“See? That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” He whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

He took a deep breath and inhaled into the crook of her neck. His free hand snaked up to her throat and applied pressure. Her hands shot up and started clawing at him.

“Ah, ah,” he warned as he brought the gun back to her temple in warning.

Once she stopped clawing at him, he gave a satisfied hum and pulled the gun away. She couldn’t see him. She was forced to look out the window of the office where the infected were roaming. At this moment, being an infected didn’t sound too bad to her. Anywhere other than being stuck playing Russian roulette with this freak.

She heard another click of an empty chamber. She jumped at the sound.

“Isn’t this such a fun game?” His voice boomed next to her ear. “But I think we can make this so much more interesting,” he spoke.

He turned her around before shoving her down to her knees with an inhuman strength. She looked up at him from her position on the floor with wide eyes.

He didn’t speak as he unbuckled his belt then unzipped his pants. She shook her head and tried to stand to run, but he grabbed a fistful of her hair to keep her in place.

“I wouldn’t be a bad girl if I were you,” he warned while waving the gun in her face.

He pulled his pants down and waited for her to take him into her mouth. When she made no effort to move, he gripped her face. The fat of her cheeks smooshed together from how hard he was digging his fingers into her face. Her head was jerked from side to side before he let go in favor of covering her nose.

Only when she was close to passing out from lack of air did she open her mouth, and that’s when he shoved himself inside. He held the gun to her temple with one hand and ran his fingers through her hair with the other.

“Just…take it,” he sighed out as he felt the warmth of her mouth surround him.

He didn’t wait on her to set the pace. He began roughly snapping his hips up. Each thrust made him enter her throat, and each thrust made her gag around him. Her eyes were watering almost immediately from trying to take him.

She tried to push on his thighs to create more breathing room, but he wasn’t having that. He had her head pinned against the front of the desk and his own body. He eased forward until he was fully in her throat. An obscene bulge formed from where he was.

“You feel so nice…fuck,” his voice came out thick with desire. “Shh, you don’t need you breathe. You just need to stay right there.” He continued to run his fingers through her hair.

She was struggling to stay conscious. Her fists beating against his thighs didn’t deter him in the slightest. If anything, it amped him up. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to go limp. Her vision had dark edges and there was an incessant ringing in her ears.

Only then did he pull out of her throat. He delivered a few soft slaps to the side of her face to wake her up.

“Stay with me now,” he bent down so that his face was right next to hers. “You’re doing such a good job,” his words felt like a taunt to her.

Her vision was slowly coming back to her, and as her vision came back, the ringing in her ears stopped. She could more clearly hear the grunts and moans of the zombies just outside the door.

He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet. She stumbled and reached out for balance. Her face was roughly pushed against the window. A clear view of the zombies was what she saw.

“Scream and they will hear you. Only I can protect you. You want me to protect you, don’t you?” He pushed himself against her back as he spoke.

Her mind was spinning. If she screamed, he wouldn’t stop the zombies from coming in here and tearing her body apart. He had her gun. Her life was literally in his hands. She did the only thing she could think to do and nodded her head. Sometimes all you can do is submit.

“Yes…” she choked out.

“Yes what?” He prodded as he applied more pressure against her face into the glass until she was sure it would crack.

“Yes I want you to protect me!” She cried out in both anger and fear.

He hummed in response and eased up on the pressure. His hands went to her waist and tugged on her jeans. She placed her hands on his and tried to stop him. He grabbed her by the back of her neck and put the gun in her vision.

“I don’t care if you’re dead or alive when I fuck you. It’s up to you,” he hissed out.

She took in a few shaky breaths before moving her hands away from him. He yanked her jeans down with ease.

“Good choice,” he murmured against her ear before snapping his hips up without warning.

He entered her in one fluid motion. She let out a strangled cry and clawed at the window sill for stability. He didn’t prep her at all. He stretched her out so painfully. She swore she felt him in her stomach. She placed a free hand on his lower stomach and tried to push him away.

“Oh, fuck you’re tight.” He grunted as he snapped his hips again.

He gave her absolutely no time to adjust to his length. Because he was so rough with her, she bled on him a bit. He didn’t mind. He’d just use it as lube. He pounded into her, each movement of his hips made her bump into the window. She was sobbing out.

He pulled her head back by her hair and put the barrel of the gun in her mouth.

“Use that pretty mouth of yours for something useful instead of being so loud,” he moved her head up and down on the barrel of the gun.

She gagged around the cool metal of the gun. She was terrified he was going to pull the trigger then she would finally die.

“You look so good like this,” he placed a kiss to her cheek. “So fucking pathetic,” he bit the skin of her neck, which made her cry out around the gun.

Saliva pooled around the edges of her mouth and slowly made its way down her chin. Her mascara had long since streaked down her tinted cheeks. She looked like a mess.

He pulled the gun out from her mouth and examined the saliva that glistened on it. His free hand shoved her head back against the window as he brought the barrel to her ring of muscle. He slowly pushed the tip in.

She jerked around and cried out in protest, “No! Not there! Please!”

She was frantic and he was impatient. He pulled the trigger without a second thought. The clink of the empty chamber made her whole body tense up. The realization of just how crazy he was washed over her. He would kill her if she didn’t do what he wanted. He had no morality left in him. That scared her into being still as he inched the barrel deeper into her tight hole.

“Please!” She cried out as she groped around behind her to hold onto part of him.

“Does this hurt?” He mocked as he pushed the barrel in deeper.

“Yes!” She whimpered.

“Do you want me to go easy on you?” He tilted his head to the side in mock thought.

“Yes please! I’ll be good! Please just take it out!” She begged.

He felt himself twitch inside her when she begged like that. He took a deep breath to stop himself from emptying himself in her right then and there. He slowly pulled the barrel out and tossed it to the floor with a thud. The idea of reaching for the gun crossed her mind, but it was too far away.

He tossed her onto the nearby table with ease and slotted himself between her legs. He had a clear view of the way her brows furrowed in pain when he thrust into her. Her mouth was hung open and her eyes fluttered shut. It made his dick twitch.

She was mortified that her body was giving in. All that pain was becoming pleasure. Her mind was melting. It was such an odd feeling to experience. She found herself reaching out to him, her hands wrapping around his arms.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

She hesitated but ultimately opened her mouth. He let a glob of spit land on her tongue. His hand covered her mouth the moment she tried to gag.

“Swallow it,” he urged.

With much resistance, she swallowed. It felt disgusting sliding down her throat. She felt filthy and tainted.

“Atta girl,” he praised as he slid his thumb into her mouth.

She found herself sucking on the digit out of pure habit. It didn’t even register to her what she was doing until she heard him groan.

“There she is. I knew you could be a filthy slut,” he snapped his hips up harder.

That particular thrust had her seeing stars. He was hitting that soft sweet spot over and over again. Her mind was quickly turning to mush.

“F…fuck,” she stammered out.

Her nails were digging into his arms so roughly they left marks. Her whole body was tensing up as he invaded her senses completely.

“That’s it. Let go,” he guided her.

His free hand came up to wrap around her throat once more. He felt her tighten up around him at the sensation. It made him throw his head back with a deep and guttural moan.

“I always wanted to know what you’d feel like. I’ve been watching you for so long. Finally have you now,” he was talking to himself.

The horrifying realization never even came to her. She was so out of it. Her whole body was like electricity. Her mind was elsewhere. All she could feel was how deep in her he was.

The sounds of zombies approaching from outside the door didn’t even stir her out of her gaze. She was trapped on cloud nine just the way he wanted it. Even if I took some effort on his part.

“Maybe I should knock you up? Fill you with my cum so you can’t ever leave me,” he rested his forehead on hers. “Then I can always protect you,”

She could hardly make out what he was saying at this point. Nodding her head dumbly was all she could do.

“S’good!” She babbled out.

He couldn’t stop the grin that found its way to his face. All he had to do was break her and now here she was, so pliant and ready for him.

“Hmm? What was that? I can’t hear you,” he teased.

He stopped his pace to further antagonize her. A pout found its way on her face almost immediately.

“Please don’t stop! More!” She begged, and who was he to disobey when she asked so sweetly.

He pushed on her lower stomach as he pounded into her. There was a bulge in her stomach, just as there had been one in her throat earlier. He was just so much bigger than her. He couldn’t help it that he poked out from inside her.

“Do you feel me right there?” He asked as he pushed down on the bulge.

It made her eyes shoot open before rolling into the back of her head. She rested a hand on top of his as she ground her hips up to meet his.

It wasn’t long until she felt that familiar coil in her stomach. She locked eyes with him, her pouty lips parted as her whole body tensed up.

“Gonna cum!” She warned.

“Make a mess for me, pretty girl,” he encouraged.

He gripped her hips and began to rut into her like he was an animal in heat. He had absolutely no intention of pulling out. With a silent cry she released all over his abdomen. The sight of her squirting had him spiraling over the edge.

He pumped thick ropes of his release into her tight cunt. He didn’t pull out yet. He fucked it deeper into her before stilling inside her. It wasn’t until a few seconds of silence that he spoke.

“You’re everything I hoped you’d be,” he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed.

She struggled against him until she went limp. Once she was limp, he pulled her jeans up for her and buttoned them. He tossed her over his shoulder and made his way for the door where a group of zombies stood. They made no effort to approach.

He was going to keep her one way or another. She wasn’t ever getting away. That much he was sure of.

[erebus0dora]

since i am exactly halfway through this sketchbook and plan to fill it to the brim with the same dudes before January, 10th, i started scanning things (so that in case you need them you can have them as prints) and giving them away in their physical form

so yeah, this is kinda self-repeating, and i feel like rambling a bit about the technique and the portraiture, but so far i can't pick up anything more serious than a stray doodle

all the Armands are painted in acrylics, both of the Daniels where you can see their faces are painted in oils, the silhouette is also in acrylics, there are also a spoiled page and two pages of other stuffs, and i have ten more pages to fill

so, yeah

wish me luck managing this all, i guess..?

[erebus0dora]

ok, um, all the originals of the existing paintings are claimed, but: 1) i have added their scanned versions to the DM masterpost folder, and 2) i am painting more because i know there are ten pages left in this sketchbook, so-

season's greasons and all that jazz, right..?

💜

[skorpiomag]

THEY ONLY WANT YOU WHEN YOU'RE SEVENTEEN

[cryptocism]

It would have taken another immortal to keep up with him.

so i haven't read the books but i did read the Devil's Minion chapter and this part made me laugh out loud:

[sonofcelluloid]

Sonofcelluloid’s Top 30(ish) Favorite Devil’s Minion Fics:

In no particular order, this list only includes finished works that are relatively canon compliant (I’ll be making separate lists for AUs and fics in progress.) Anything in italics is a direct quote from the fic or its description. Please remember to check tags and ratings before reading.

You’ll Always Be My Favorite Ghost by lestatslestits: Tales of Armand’s turbo autism as Daniel gets to know and love him. This one is so sweet and had me laughing my ass off.

outcast of all this night by gaypiratedivorce: Modern Devil’s Minion fic of all time. Rewired my brain. "I mean, I don't know how you guys did it in Renaissance Italy, but most people this century get to at least second base before wearing each other's blood around our necks." There’s a part 2: my aid against the boredom of the eternal where they finally hook up. And honestly every fic from this author is a banger.

I’d Break the Back of Love for You by kurow: 70s Armandaniel. A rescue and a sick fic wrapped in one, and I’m a sucker for both.

Like That by GrayGiantess: Fluffy 70s Armandaniel. A tooth achingly sweet first kiss fic, featuring Twinkie’s. Again, every fic from this author is a banger.

The Beginning is the End is the Beginning by trinityofone: Daniel sees a wild vision during his turning. “I deserve this,” Armand said. His hold on Daniel’s throat was almost a caress. “After what I’ve been through, I deserve something of my own, don’t I?”

make a home from a rented house by sleepdeprivedsurgeon: Daniel realizes Armand has never really had a room of his own before. Armand slowly builds his own safe place. Super fluffy autistic Armand stuff. Domestic vampire polycule bonus.

the spiral is unspooling by reedroad: Armand helps Daniel recover their Devil’s Minion years via old video tapes they filmed of their meetings. Absolutely heart wrenching and wonderful and charming and had some of the most jaw dropping plot twists I’ve ever experienced in a DM fic. The last chapter absolutely floored me and rewired my brain forever. May be my #1 fav.

forever’s gonna start tonight by trinityofone: Hate fucking with a happy ending:) Sort of a soulmate fic as well. “I fucking hate you. And you hate me. So something is making us do this.” “I don’t hate you,” Armand pants. “You mean nothing to me. Don't stop.”

care and keeping by katplanet: A surprisingly tender guide for how to step on your boyfriend. Bonus Danlou. Smutty and fluffy and freakayyy. GREAT dialogue. Very funny as well.

hell is: by cannibalenthusiast: Another turning fic. Post Dubai blowout, Armand and Daniel bond over martinis, breakups, and a Survivor marathon. They bang about it. Great ending.

5 Times Daniel Molloy Imagined Killing Marius de Romanus (+1 Time He Actually Did It) by platoapproved: This one is genuinely a masterpiece. Probably my #2 fav. Lots of protective Daniel, some really cool and original vampire-lore stuff, Louis and Lestat being beautifully supportive along with other new side characters. Armand finally gets to process his abuse among allies. A really touching Lestat subplot as well. HEAVY trigger warnings for all Marius related assaults, but obviously we get to watch him die horribly to make up for it:) Absolute banger of an ending, totally sticks the landing.

lesson three: parasitic infections by kanxie: 70s Armandaniel. Armand picks out Alice as a third and does NOT like the way the night progresses. What unfolds is some of the CRAZIEST psychosexual (emphasis on psycho) gremlin Armand shit I’ve ever seen in a fic. So perfectly Armand. Short and sweet, sad ending.

open up your skull, i’ll be there by Anonymous: First time fic. Armand dipped after Daniel’s turning and when he shows up again Daniel ain’t letting him leave. “Your blood is my blood,” Daniel says, and Armand does not flinch. “It’s your blood getting me hard. Your blood that’s pumping through me.” Armand licks his lips, and still doesn’t move. “Please. Armand, Armand, please.” “Beg for it.” “I am begging for it, this is what begging looks like —”

Disintegration by lilacaisle: Daniel goes crazy when Armand locks him in the apartment and tries to burn himself with a cigarette so it will feel like being bitten🙈 Armand does BDSM about it. This one’s actually book Armandaniel but I didn’t notice it until like the third read because it fits show Armandaniel so perfectly.

baby, cry baby by Babeblox: Daniel seeks out Lestat for an interview after Louis’ attack, but he’s being haunted by someone else. Canon divergence. This one legit made me cry. Dark but very sweet. Wild ending.

get in my mind (do you see my heart?) by Marenke: 70s Armandaniel, Armand character study. Armand is pretty sure he and Daniel have never had a problem a little brainwashing couldn’t fix. SICK AND TWISTEDDDDD (affectionate).

The Importance of Being Armand by Siria: Daniel and Armand talk about the power of naming. "If you can imagine a different set of possibilities for me as a vampire, ever think of what you could come up with for yourself, if you put your mind to it?"

Bumpin' That (Bumpin' That Bumpin' That Bumpin' That) by TheAngelsAreWatching: Daniel and Lestat are fuck buddies. They are on a tour bus a la Word Tour. They do coke. They try to bang. And then Armand stops time and walks in. Armandaniel fuck crazy style. Pure filth (affectionate).

Run, Arun! by TheNightColors: Autistic Armand, character study. Daniel learns it was considered a “crime” to turn Armand due to his “mental retardation”. Armand explains what it was like to be an autistic child in the sixteenth century, and an autistic adult for 500 years after. Heavy stuff. Trigger warning for all things relating to Amadeo’s past and for the internalized ableism instilled in Armand by his upbringing.

a haunting just for company by valkyrisms: Post Dubai blowout but pre Daniel’s turning, Armand crashes on Daniel’s couch. A modern Devil’s Minion fic for the ages. These weirdos love each other so bad. Some really memorable tender scenes. This one’s a fan favorite. “You’re fond of me.” “You’re a nuisance.”

The Company of Monsters by ruiqi: A full deconstruction of Marius’ abuse from Armand’s pov as he struggles to keep old patterns from repeating with Daniel. Overall I think this is the most realistic depiction of what it would be like for Armand to come to terms with his abuse in the modern day, especially regarding Daniel’s involvement. He’s totally out of his depth but wants so badly to help. This one made me SOB. It’s honestly a really tough read, but beautifully done. “You said, last night, that he wanted an angel,” says Daniel, “but no one's an angel, Armand. That wasn't fair to you. Besides, who would want an angel when they could have you?” “No,” Armand says. “No, you can’t say that.” “You can’t fucking stop me,” says Daniel. And it isn’t tagged, but this one is incredible autistic Armand representation. Probably my #3 fav.

Smart Boy by heliza24: Just a really good 70s Devil’s Minion era explanation of the events leading up to Armand’s decision to take Daniel’s memories away. Quite a bit of infidelity stuff in this one. Also delves a lot into Daniel’s family history, and an emotional affair is established between them long before they actually hook up. Very emotional. Heartbreaking last chapter.

We Dared Eternity and Won by faerywhimsy: A 70s Devil’s Minion era telling of the four good years they had before everything imploded. Louis has somewhat of a distant obsession with Daniel in this and so is very involved in Armand’s decisions regarding him. Favorite scene is when Armand saves Daniel from a hotel fire and the near loss devastates him because it makes him realize he’s in love with Daniel.

reprise. by SheOfBadIdeas: In Dubai, Daniel demands Armand show him the memories he stole. Armand relays the tale of their romance, but Daniel is begrudged to give Armand the satisfaction of giving in to it. That doesn’t last long;)

Waiting by bandedbulbussnarfblat: 70s fic. Daniel is living with Alice and hasn’t seen Armand in two months. He gets a call from Armand, who just got a proposal from Marius asking him to be his companion again. “I told him I couldn't go back. That I was waiting for you.” Daniel sucks in a sharp breath. Fuck. Armand's voice sounds almost wet, strained and raspy. He finally sounds as vulnerable as Daniel always wanted to see him be. “Should I keep waiting for you, Daniel?” (It’s just banger after banger with this author too.)

The Monster of my Memories by GrayGiantess: In Dubai, Daniel has just remembered his relationship with Armand and he’s PISSED. Armand gladly reminds him he’s waited 40 years for Daniel, he doesn’t mind waiting a little while more, and he’s not so sure Daniel has the same conviction🙈 Phenomenal subby old man Daniel material.

Delicate Machinery by Lilac Tinsel: An in depth look at the 70s love affair that neither man ever saw coming, in all its complicated glory. Really dives into the psychological consequences of Armand’s constant rejections. Amazing take on what the actual memory alteration would look like. The part that broke me: “I’m sorry for– for all of it. I didn’t realize how much I took. I just… wanted to stop thinking for a moment.” Armand blinks slowly and his eyebrows knit together. His voice is small but steady. “Did you take the drugs so you wouldn’t feel me anymore?”

You Taste Like Suburbia by CannibalGender: This is the only unfinished work I’m putting on this list because it’s so fucking good as is and gave me chills when I read it. It’s the 80s, Armand, famously normal about his partners' families, haunts the Molloys. I absolutely love Alice in this. Paints such an intriguing picture of what these years might have looked like from an “outside” pov.

Two parter I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out and Oh dear diary, I met a boy by weathermood: Loumandaniel in Dubai, set just after the season 1 finale. Asks, what if Daniel doesn’t want to remember? An exploration of identity while Louis and Armand try to persuade Daniel to allow his memories of their past relationship to be restored. Explores dreams and memories beautifully and with delightful humor. Classic unhinged Armand.

138 lbs, for the metrically challenged by hummingbeeoOo: Fluffy and funny. After Daniel’s turning and subsequent hunting down of his maker, they’re shacked up and happier than ever, but a little something from the interview has kept nagging at Daniel. Or: there is exactly zero way a beanpole like Armand weighed a measly 62.5 kilograms a day in his adult life. The end of this fic had me kicking my feet and giggling. This whole series is great tbh.

This list is my pride and joy. Thank you to the anon who asked for recs<3 Feel free to share your own favorites in the reblogs:)

[lexdelioncourt]

My IWTV Fics (A Masterpost)

Finally made a pinned post for all my silly little gay vampire stories. Enjoy!

Multi-Chaps

Five Times Armand Called Daniel "Mister Molloy" in Bed (And One Time He Didn't) (Complete)

Uncategorised One-Shots

Anyone Yours Can Do, Mine Can Do Better (Diabolicule)

Truly, Madly, Deeply (Loustat)

Let Him Be Warm With His Dreaming (Devil's Minion)

Series

Devil's Yuri

You Are Mine, Beautiful Girl (Sapphic Devil's Minion)

Devil's Minion Propaganda

I'm Guessing You Haven't Heard From My Maker?

An Air-Obic Evening

Kissing and Snuggling With Dead Things

I'm Good At Getting Angles

Say the Word, My Love

In Hell Together, After All (Longfic)

Dinner and a Show

VC Microfic May 2025

The Game (Devil's Minion)

The Song (Devil's Minion)

The Anniversaries (Devil's Minion)

The Kill (Devil's Minion)

The Bath (Devil's Minion)

The Eyes (Devil's Minion)

The Torture (Devil's Minion)

The Refusal (Devil's Minion)

The Bite (Devil's Minion)

The Epitaph (Devil's Minion)

The Venue (Lestat & Daniel, Devil's Minion)

The Bond (Devil's Minion)

The Villa (Devil's Minion)

The Triptych (Devil's Minion)

The Hashtag (Devil's Minion)

The Romantic (Devil's Minion)

The Noise (Devil's Minion)

The Surrender (Devil's Minion)

The Telenovela (Loustat AND Devil's Minion)

The End (Devil's Minion)

Interview with the Valentine 2025

Gimme Some Face, A Souvenir (Loustat - Part 1)

We're Bolèro, Prostituè (Loustat - Part 2)

Redactions, Recollections, Reconciliations (Devil's Minion)

Vamptember's 12 Nights of Christmas 2024

Day 1: Me and the Devil, Walking in a Winter Wonderland (DM)

Day 2: Fireplaces, Feasting and Other F-Words (Loustat)

Day 3: Under the Mistletoe, Below the Belt (Loustat)

Day 4: The Devil's Tradition (DM)

Day 5: Afterlife Experiences and an Antipodean Christmas (Diabolicule)

Day 6: Santa Baby (Vampire Lestat's Version) (Loustat)

Day 7: The Devil's Nutcracker (DM)

Day 8: Counting Down the Strokes to Midnight (DM)

Day 9: This is Our Get-Along Christmas Sweater (Loustat/DM)

Day 10: It's a Wonderful (After)Life (Loustat)

Day 11: The Devil's Little Helper (DM)

Day 12: Gay Theatrics on Ice! (Loustat)

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Play Nice (Shigaraki x Reader), Chapter 29/35 - Tomura Shigaraki was her dad’s boss’s son. He was the creep that stole girls’ underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it’s not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn’t sleep with him, right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love

Burnt Bridges (Bully!Dabi x Reader), Chapter 3/3 - If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you. She could almost laugh. By that logic, Dabi must’ve been fucking in love with her. That thought was what finally made the tears start to spill. Not because of how ridiculous it was or how isolating it felt. But because it was exactly what she wanted.

CW: Quirkless!AU, Smut, Dubious Consent, Unhealthy Relationships, Bullying, Manipulation, Humiliation, Childhood Friends, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Power Play, Angst, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Drugs, Alcohol, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Attempted Sexual Assault, Rough Sex, Hate Sex, Sadism

Step by Step: A Gecko’s Guide to Becoming a Really Bad Person (StepBro!Spinner xReader), Chapter 1/3 - In which, reader manipulates Step-Bro!Spinner sexually in increasingly demeaning ways. And eventually, he asks his good ol’ pal Tomura Shigaraki for help).

CW: Dubious Consent, Step-Sibling Incest, Blackmail, Bullying, Mean Reader, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner Has Two Penises, Human/Monster Romance, AU - No League of Villains

WIP’s:

❥ Shigaraki x Stalker!Reader, One-Shot

❥ Shigaraki x Cam!Girl x Toga, One-Shot

❥ Endeavor x Reader, Age Gap Fic, One-Shot

❥ Manager!Shigaraki x Reader, McDonalds AU, One-Shot

❥ Overhaul x Reader, Multi-Chapter

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[oleworldblues]

Smile

Description:  You were a survivalist. Time to survive. You ended up cornered in the woods and the man wielding a giant hammer might be least of your problems. A parasite is now trying to change you, and you have no idea what you'll become. It seems unlikely that he would be the one that helps you through this turmoil. It seems impossible that he's the one thing that reminds you hold onto your humanity. Smile, what's the use of crying?

Chapters: 40 Total Words: 121,671

Karl Heisenberg X Reader (AFAB, she/her) Rating: Explicit (for language and smut)

Read on AO3

Warnings: Short Descriptions of Invasive Medical Procedures, Body Horror, Dubious Consent, Brief Mention of Needles, Non-Consensual Drug Use.

Tags: Slow Burn, Sex Pollen, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Erotic Electrostimulation (sort of), Teasing, Power Play, Temperature Play, Bondage, Consensual Somnophilia, Creampie, Light Dom/Sub, Switching, Maledom, Femdom, Face-Sitting, Branding (kind of), Orgasm Denial/Delay, Multiple Orgasms, Praise Kink, Spanking, and Light F/F. In addition: a lot of hurt/comfort, angst, fluff and so many feelings this man is incapable of processing.

[dollita-fawn-deactivated2024060]

Uncanny Reunion

pairings- Nemesis x S.T.A.R.S Fem! Reader

a/n- i’ve been thinking about him a lot today idk why he’s taking over my brain rn // I rlly need to know if his cum would infect you or not

TW DARK CONTENT

NSFW WARNING:

contains- mentions/ implications of violence, monster fucking, fingering(f!receiving), non con (he kinda doesn’t know any better), MAJOR size difference, tentacle fucking 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

For several days, you remained oblivious to what was happening in your city. You spent most of your time holed up in your cozy one-bedroom apartment, not even bothering to glance out the window or switch on the TV. However, everything changed when the terrifying figure emerged and forced you out of your safe haven into the unknown dangers of the outside world.

You’re unsure just what the thing is, but you know it’s not something you want to stick around and figure out. It had already injured you more than you’d expected, making your escape difficult.

Outside, you're met with a scene of utter chaos. The streets are devoid of any signs of normalcy, and instead, you see hordes of undead creatures shuffling aimlessly. You take a deep breath, grateful that you have your trusty gun by your side. However, your heart sinks as you realize that you're running dangerously low on ammunition, thanks to your earlier confrontation with that colossal monster.

You limp your way through the wrecked streets of the city, hoping to find at least one normal person. But you’re surrounded by nothing by hungry, man eating zombies. Definitely not how you wanted to spend your evening.

The zombies were definitely easier to deal with at least. But you’re running out of bullets quickly. Regardless of your perfect aim to the head, there’s too many to just avoid. One bite is all it’d take, even just a scratch and you’d be done for. You just couldn’t make it out of this without proper supplies.

So, you reroute to the gun store. Just a couple blocks away. You were confident that you could make it there somewhat safely. You internally hoped for there to be survivors, even if the chances were slim.

But when you round the corner towards your destination, you freeze in fear, coming face to face with the intimidating being once more. It would be one thing if it was just huge, but it’s huge and armed. With a rocket launcher no less. And it was incredibly fast on its feet. There was absolutely no way to outrun the bastard this time.

As it comes barreling towards you, you almost want to give up. There was nothing you could do, not with 3 puny bullets. They had no effect on the thing before anyways. There were no tricks to pull to make an exit.

You just stand there, not even understanding why it was after you. Was it because you were the only one there? It seemed to be targeting you specifically.

It didn’t matter anyway. You were prepared to accept your fate. Just letting it happen.

Its strong form pummels you into the nearby wall, its force strong enough to completely bust through. But for some reason, it’s holding back.

Wincing, you slit your eyes to take a peek at what’s in front of you. It's got you tacked, but not pushing any further. Just staring down at you like it had some kind of crazy realization.

It lets out a low growl, seeming as if it was fighting itself internally, looking almost pained. “S.T.A.R.S.” Its rumble is almost incoherent, but you understood clearly.

He must be one of Umbrella’s experiments. A So-called bioweapon. That explained why he was after you, but made his hesitation to finish you off all the more confusing. The way he was looking at you almost emotionally. As if he knew you.

There was no way he could. You were aware of how Umbrella mutated and experimented on people. Once they change, their soul and all that they once knew vanish. The human they once were is gone entirely. Even if he knew you prior, those memories were gone. He was just doing what he was designed to do. So why was he looking so hurt? Why wasn't he killing you?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

His breath is hot and heavy through his exposed teeth. He was too close for comfort. More so when his strange tentacle makes its appearance, snaking around your neck. You were certain your life was about to end. But then next thing you know, your clothes are being forcefully ripped off.

You're completely disoriented. Raccoon City is crumbling, zombies everywhere, and now a bioweapon is stripping you of your clothing?

His pained expression turned to something else entirely. Almost like before when he was hunting you down. Completely driven with need.

“W-what the hell is this..?” you stammer, only to get a low growl in return. As you try to squirm out of its grasp, he only tightens his hold on your neck. You know there’s no point in even trying. He almost destroyed your entire apartment complex, he could just as easily end you right here and now. Though he’s not.

Instead he’s pinning you to the wall, looking at you as if considering eating you as his next meal.

You let out a squeal at the feeling of his large finger stretching through your entrance. Just one finger was the size of three of your own normally. He was fishing around inside you. Toying with you.

The more sound you made, the more intense his movements got. His breath quickened with yours. This mutant creature was showing human emotion. Driven by pure excitement and lust. His finger glided with no particular rhythm, soaking in your growing wetness.

You feel your knees growing weak. The combination of your lack of oxygen from his stronghold and his relentless massaging of your insides is overbearing. You were already powerless against him before, this just made you 10x weaker.

Just as your vision begins to go spotty, you’re allowed air again. His lengthy tentacle release your neck, instead traveling further down. His finger slips out, leaving you empty for the briefest moment before you’re filled again. This time by the rope-like tentacle attached to him.

It slithers deep into your cunt, pushing past your limits and your cervix, all the way up into your womb. The feeling makes you want to scream, to get away but he holds you there against the concrete wall.

But as it starts to move, you feel an overwhelming heat in your stomach. Your logical brain falls somewhere far away.

The bioweapon continued to play with your hole, letting out low grunts as if he was feeling great pleasure from this. Your eyes roll back as the tentacle slides in and out without mercy, whines and whimpers escaping your lips. You can’t help but cling to the huge form in front of you for support in your helpless state.

Your touch does something to him.

Nemesis struggles, his entire purpose being a killing machine. He was supposed to wipe out the STARS members. That's what he was designed for, yet you did something that made him feel something so overwhelming. He forgot all about his duties as real feelings came into play. He can't remember where he's seen you, or why he feels this intense necessity to have you. But he can't just ignore it. Especially not now. The way you're holding onto him, meekly panting and whimpering as his tentacle fuck up into you, he needs more. You've made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, something he doesn't even remember to be possible.

The tentacle slips out so he can lift you to his height. He does so with ease, his giant arms hook under your legs and lift you up. You sit midway on his stomach, and he just stares at you for a while. Noting your half-lidded eyes, and heated skin.

It gives him uncontrollable urges. Just like his purpose to fulfill Umbrella’s orders. He needs you. Needs to claim you as his own.

Nemesis was a superior being to you, but looking down at your petite form stirred something vile within him. The way your tits sat on your chest, rising and lowering with every breath and your pussy was puffy from his stimulation.

He couldn't stop himself, or understand whatsoever.

Nemesis strips away his lower clothing, revealing the largest and most strangely built dick you've ever laid eyes on. If you could even call it that.

There was no way that thing could fit, anywhere. So you thought.

Nemesis saw no restrictions, stuffing the girthy member into your tight hole. You cry out in agony as it stretches you deeper. You weren't wet enough for it to go in easily. Even if you were, you doubt it would feel any different. Its girth was the size of his forearm.

As he bounces you with his thrusts, the being lets out primal groans, still bearing its teeth and heaving breaths heavy enough to blow you away.

He can't comprehend what this feeling is. He just knows he can't stop. He keeps bullying his cock into your cervix relentlessly, reaching the back of your canal without even having to go very far.

Once again, you rely on him for support. He was fucking the life out of you.

He goes feral with need as you hold onto him again. The feeling of your warmth against him reminds him of something he just can't quite reach. Your helpless cries make him throb.

His hardened length doesn’t cease its assault even for a second as he desperately chases his high. He can hardly feel your nails raking at his back, all the feeling flows to his cock. Your tears wet the thin cloth of his covering, but he doesn’t understand. And it was too good to stop.

Through your blurred vision, you couldn’t even make out where you were anymore. Your thoughts were being stolen from you. You can feel him fuck all the way up into your stomach. Your walls struggle to conform to his shape but he makes them. It felt like you were being torn apart from the inside. You couldn't take it.

Your cries for help go unheard, instead only driving him further. He stuffs you like a toy, ramming into you with his enormous cock at an alarming rate when he feels something. A tightening feeling like something was about to explode.

His breath falters as the sensation takes over.

It spurts out, giving him a strange euphoric high. He groans, continues to fuck into you and milk it out of him. He stuffs his cum as deep as it can go, the slick lubes his need. He couldn't stop. It felt so good.

Your legs tremble along with the rest of your weaker from, there was nothing you could do to get out of this. You thought he'd never stop.

He was addicted to this newfound feeling.

Unexpectedly, he slows. His body is tense and shaky as it begins to feel too good. Almost painful. He pulls out quickly trying to make it stop, his arousal steadily leaking and twitching now beneath you.

Once more, Nemesis just stares at you, that human emotion apearant on his mutated face again.

mlist

[trashbunnyxo]

It’s Halloween night and you come across Alucard at the bar. You don’t take him seriously when he says he’s a vampire because everyone dresses up as a vampire for Halloween. That was your biggest mistake.

CW: violence, biting, blood, death.

This is also my first time writing. Bear with me here.

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It was Halloween and there was no better way to celebrate than by getting plastered at your local bar. You decided to wear a vampire costume this year. You were usually very creative with your outfits, but you were feeling a bit lazy this year.

You stumbled your way to the bar, the alcohol already clouding your mind. You spot a man sitting at the bar. He had broad shoulders and long black hair. His aura should be intimidating to anyone, but not to you. Maybe you were too drunk to notice his glowing eyes as you took a seat next to him.

“What are you supposed to be?” You ask while flagging down the bartender for another drink.

He looks you up and down taking in your painfully obvious vampire outfit. He finds it amusing how you’ve found yourself in the presence of a true vampire who could snap your neck like a twig without second thought.

“Why I’m a vampire of course. The best one around.” His voice comes out like velvet.

You take a minute to examine him. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt that had chains and buckles attached to it along with a pair of black leather pants. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was in a gimp costume.

“Did you choose a vampire from a movie? I’m going as one of Dracula’s wives!” You state proudly.

“Oh no, young lady I’m an original vampire. Not one of those ones you see in media,” he offers a menacing smile.

You don’t pick up on his menacing aura. You were far too drunk to notice the situation you were in. You naively show off your plastic fangs to him.

“I finally got these to stay on! One fell off in my drink earlier,” you raise your cup for emphasis, “had to fish it out and put it back on.”

“Fangs really set the whole outfit together don’t they? But…” he leans in close to you until your noses are touching and the smell of a cigar on his breath fans your face, “these aren’t fake.”

Now up close you can see his eyes are a deep crimson shade and seem to be giving off a faint glow. You were amazed by his dedication to the outfit realizing you forgot contacts of your own.

“I think you’ll find my fangs are far more durable than yours,” he traces his finger over the pulse in your neck.

His touch was like ice and sent shivers straight down your spine. The look in his eyes should’ve been enough to make you run, but you didn’t. Whether it be you were drunk or too stupid to sense the danger you were in.

“May I touch them?” You innocently ask as you wonder how he got them to stay on all night.

His eyes darken at your request, “why of course, little one,”

You don’t notice the way the glow in his eyes seems to intensify. You’re only focused on his fangs and how sharp they are. Much sharper than your store bought ones.

You slowly raise your arm to his fang and run the pad of your finger across it. He waited until seemed content with touching his fang before he bit your finger hard enough to draw blood.

You let out a shocked gasp and yank your finger away. You see your blood coating his razor sharp teeth. The action had caused you to sober up a significant amount.

“What the hell?” You angrily ask.

He turns to you with a feigned innocence plastered on his face, “I’m sorry doll. Did I bite too hard?” He licked the blood off his teeth.

Your blood ran cold. Something about his tone made every nerve in your body scream at you to run. You gathered your purse and slammed some money on the counter.

“Uh, nice meeting you. I think I’ve had my fun here,” you stammer over your words quickly putting distance between the two of you.

“That’s a shame. I haven’t had my fill yet,”

His words paralyzed you on the spot. You knew you had to get out. And you needed to get out now. You push past the sea of bodies crowding around the bar. You quickly lost sight of him and began looking for the exit. Once in your sight, you wrapped your sweaty hand around the cool metal bar and pushed.

The cool night air surrounded you and offered you relief from the panic you were feeling. You looked around and found that you took the alley exit, much to your dismay. Your car was around the building. As you begin to make your way to the safety of your car, you hear crunching gravel behind you. You whip around to see no one there.

“Fuck I’m being paranoid,” you think to yourself.

Then you hear it again, this time to your right. You spin around to see the man from inside the bar. Your eyes widen in terror. His menacing aura was felt by you. It was so strong your knees began to shake.

He didn’t give you time to speak before he began, “you know what I find interesting about the human body?” He begins circling you.

“There’s so many efficient ways to drain them of blood. My favorite though,” he stops right behind you, his breath tickling your neck, “is the throat.”

You shiver as his breath fans your sensitive neck. He presses his chest against your back and moves your hair to the side to gain full access to your bare throat.

“Please stop,” your voice comes out as a whisper.

“But we’ve just begun, little one.”

He lowers his mouth to your neck. Your panic begins to set in at full force. You pull yourself away from him and begin to run ignoring the pain your heels were causing your feet. Within a blink of an eye he lunged at you sending you crashing into the cold gravel beneath you.

He grabs both of your arms to effortlessly pin them above your head as he straddles you, “this won’t hurt,” he lets out a deep laugh that rumbles within his chest, “try not to scream.”

Before you could open your mouth to scream, his large hand covers your mouth leaving just his other hand to pin down both of yours. He can’t help but think of how pathetic you look under him. You looked absolutely terrified with tears brimming in your eyes. He wanted to see you cry. It was a sight he found most beautiful.

“Go on. Cry for me. Beg me to stop. Beg me to spare you,” he removed his hand from your mouth to see what you’d do.

You immediately try to call for help. He’s quick to silence you again, more forcefully this time. His hand engulfs the whole lower part of your face reminding you of just how small you are in comparison to him.

He watches the tears that fall from your eyes. He’s delighted to see such a beautiful little thing cry tears for him. He leans his face close to yours before darting his tongue out to lick your salty tears. He lets out a satisfied hum.

“Be a good girl and don’t make this too messy,”

His fangs graze the soft skin of your neck and you whimper. It was music to his ears. He gave a gentle nibble to see what other sounds he could pull from your mouth. He wasn’t disappointed when another whimper graced his ears.

Your blood was pumping so quickly now. He couldn’t contain himself. He sunk his teeth into your neck eagerly lapping up the sweet blood your veins offered him.

You clenched your fists in pain and tried to bite your lip, but his hold on your face made it hard to do much else, so you were left with letting out grunts of pain and muffled cries.

“Yes that’s it. Sing for me,” he had a crazed look now.

Your blood dripped from his mouth down his chin. He was quick to lick the blood from his chin, not wanting to waste any of your sweet gift.

He let go of your mouth. He wanted to hear all the sounds you were going to make for him as he feasted on your blood.

He ignored your pleas as he bit into your skin again. He had no intention of stopping this time. He greedily drank from you while your cries pierced the night.

You really were the best meal of his life.

[bastillewolf]

Masterlist | It’s More About Looks Than Skill

Pairing: Ryuk/Reader

Summary: Ryuk finds himself gaining feelings for Light Yagami’s best friend, but she doesn’t know he exists. When he makes the grave mistake of touching her, he makes things a lot more complicated.

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Chapter X

…

[srstronci]

LOOK WHAT I'VE JUST FOUND!

[low-budget-korra]

Things on the classic Resident Evil games that is just low-key comedy to me

-Wesker being all "the only T-Veronica virus is in your body, give to me" and extending his hand to Alexia like wtf dude, you want her to ripped her arm off and gave it to you?

-Jill running around Raccoon City with that outfit on the original RE3. I mean tough luck if that was what you're wearing in a zombie outbreak

-The gay on gay violence between Alfred and Claire in Code Veronica

-Leon being a cop yet a terrible driver. Like, he would go for a call and hit a dozen people on the way to it

-Steve crushing over Claire. Which is understandable but dude, she is way over your league and she is gay

- On Code Veronica where Claire ready to go for it and try her chance against Wesker, but Chris holding her by her shoulder like "grl, just don't. Please". This is gold sibling content

-Claire being the peak of the "determined lesbian". She escapes Raccoon City and then decided to simply invade some Umbrella installation and she does all that while hearing some of those tight and short shirt , her Queen related red jacket and a pink choker. She just said "well, i will do this anyway so may as well look good while doing it"

-Wesker always giving some cheesy monologue everytime he meets Chris, while Chris just say: "Wesker" in a dramatic away

-Claire always getting the nanny job

-Leon simping over Ada everytime they meet. Dude is not even discrete about it lmao

-All the over dramatic shots and music. Love them

[tojisun]

toji seeing you and the way you react around him for the first time and thinking, “there’s the daddy issues.”

it was obvious in the way you always sought out his approval, unconsciously turned to him whenever you expected a praise. toji gives them a lot diligently, curating each praise so that you stay unknowing. so that you stay innocent—as innocent as you could still be.

it was also obvious and glaringly loud whenever you fuck up. it was in the way you hunch over, fidgeting with your fingers and waiting to get told off. but also waiting to be told that you are forgiven, that toji is there to help you correct your mistake, that he won’t leave.

and on those days, toji makes sure that he is careful with the way he handles the situation. careful with the way he talks to you. toji would always pull you close to him, sitting you on his lap, tugging on your chin and tipping your head up so your eyes are looking at his.

“you’ll be good for me, wouldn’t you?” he’d ask even though he already knows your answer. but toji would wait silently, beckoning you with such tenderness until you are shakily nodding, fisting at his shirt and promising him something he already knows is set in stone.

then, toji would say, “good girl.” because you are.

(among other things, it’s obvious because toji has it too.)

[angeldlust-deactivated20220429]

[Sweet rough lovers ]

Traces your lips with his thumb while cupping your face, and with the same, once gentle, fingers force your mouth open and spit in it, eyes never letting yours as you swallow, and then pats your head for you be a such "Sweet thing" and have taken it. +++Bonus points if you're in public

DABI, Hawks, SHINDO, Bakugo, Shinsou, EREN YEAGER, Atsumu, SUNA, OIKAWA, Kuroo, HIDAN, KAKASHI, Tobirama, KIBA, HANMA, Naoto (and you can't convince me otherwise), Baji, TOJI, Geto, GOJO

[greensaplinggrace]

Every time Ada’s saved Leon, someone Leon loves, or literally anybody at all: an Ada Appreciation Post. The second installment of this post, except that my memory is a bit spotty in regards to this particular subject because she really does it so…so many times.

Shooting and killing the dog attacking him - the one that’s literally seconds away from doing away with him

Running over Mr X when he’s about to choke Leon out

Blowing up Mr X when he’s about to come back to life

This one is a bit iffy, but legit crouching over Leon’s prone body after he gets shot to shoot back at their attacker? Very sexy. She looks very protective there 1000/10

Patching him up after he gets shot so he doesn’t bleed out, despite the fact that it sets her back in her own pursuits

Giving him a rocket launcher that helps him kill an otherwise unkillable monster he’s trapped with

Saving Leon from getting choked out by shooting his captor

Leaving him useful items in re4, from weapons to info to puzzle pieces

Not shooting him in the back and killing him when she had direct orders to do so in re4

Preventing other people from killing him when she has direct orders to kill him herself - saving him from getting stabbed by Krauser - literally rushing to Leon after she hears about Krauser’s involvement

Saving both Leon and Ashley from Osmund Saddler when he goes to save Ashley by first shooting at Saddler as Saddler tries to to kill Leon and then

Preventing Saddler from going after Leon and Ashley by exploding the exit he flees out of, effectively trapping her in the room with a deranged person

Helping Leon find the cure to his and Ashley’s infection - also helping Luis Sera do the same

Not killing Leon when he’s choking her out. Which isn’t really saving him but damn, Leon’s lucky he only got stabbed in the leg

Providing background support for Leon when he’s fighting on multiple occasions (but most notably in re4 and re6)

Giving him another rocket launcher to help him defeat a (once again) unkillable monster that would otherwise be impossible to defeat

Giving him the keys to a jetski that helps not only Leon but also Ashley escape from an island about to explode

Shooting Deborah Harper as she’s mutating. Debatable, but I’m going to count it anyways. One could even argue that it was Helena she was saving

Giving Leon a ring which he uses to escape from a whole horde of zombies about to murder him later on. A ring which also provides him a way out of the catacombs and frees him and Helena from being trapped underground

Helping Leon and Helena fight Deborah, despite no actual benefit to herself, considering she could have legit just walked right around their battle and continued on her merry way without even letting Leon know she was there

Helping Sherry and Jake fight off infected and the chainsaw mutant

Saving Sherry Birkin from the chainsaw mutant by using her grappling hook and grabbing her out of the way

Helping random civilians on (by my admittedly shoddy count) two to three occasions? In re6 when they’re being attacked by infected in the streets.

Saving hundreds of thousands of people by defeating Carla Radames

Appearing in her helicopter after she’s presumed dead to save Leon and Helena from getting cornered by a small army of infected. Shooting at the groups of infected until Leon and Helena get to safety

Helping Leon and Helena defeat Simmons for the first time around while she’s in the helicopter 

Saving dozens of civilians on the rooftops when they’re being attacked by the enemies

Helping Leon and Helena to defeat Simmons the second time around

- Helping Leon and Helena climb the building without getting torn from the rope by Simmons (providing background support as they’re climbing)

- Fighting Simmons on her own in multiple instances while Leon and Helena provide backup support

- Saving Leon’s life every time he’s downed (which is up to the player and the gameplay, of course)

Fighting off Simmons (dropping him from the roof) when he’s seconds away from knocking Leon from the building and causing him to drop to his death 

Possibly saving even more people by killing Simmons’ next mutant experiment and exploding his labs

Giving Leon yet another rocket launcher to defeat a mutated creature that would otherwise be impossible to kill and who would probably kill thousands of other people if left alive, including Leon and Helena

Giving Leon a helicopter that will gave him a straight shot out of an infected and doomed city

Providing Leon with the means to not only prove his own innocence and Helena’s innocence, but to also put Simmons away and prevent him from hurting anymore people

Making the elevators work in Damnation so Leon and Buddy can escape despite, once again, no possible benefit to herself. This action, btw, involved her risking her life to stay in a place where her cover was blown to hack into the palace servers of the president and get the elevators working - in a building overrun by Lickers, Infected, and X mutants.

Edit: + that time Kendo had a shotgun on Leon and Ada swoops in to save him

Edit: + Let us also not forget that she didn’t follow through with shooting anybody when Leon asked her not to

Edit: + Dropping the ladder for Leon after the Birkin fight. It doesn’t exactly save him, but it’s certainly extremely helpful

Edit: + In RE2 OG (Leon B), Ada shoots at Mr X to draw him away from a cornered Leon at her own risk and then later throws him the rocket launcher to defeat Mr X. AND, 

Edit: + in Claire B, Ada still throws the rocket launcher - only its to Claire - despite them having never met! This allows Claire to defeat Mr X and survive

these are only the ones I can think of off the top of my head. if anybody remembers any others please let me know!

[mymelancholiesblues]

Have y’all heard about this? Nick Apostolides (Leon’s VA) explains here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmq8KekjVks (timestamp: 1:49:00 to 1:53:00) that the dubbing director made him and Jolene Andersen (Ada’s VA) repeat “tell me you love me” in between delivering each line, to help them getting the emotion flavour right for that bridge scene.

Well, it does certainly show, how so deeply attached they are to each other by that point. But damn.

Aeon, a ship that keeps on giving.

Thank you @kousuisetsu​ for bringing it up in your beautiful gifset!