#bela is tired

[dykemitrescu]

the sisters’ mugshots make me think of

this

[muffinsin]

not sure if I already requested, can you do a reader that has two younger siblings an knows how to keep the sisters in line (Bela and them are a duo 🔥)

also is the mountain anon 🏔️ free? :)

Absolutely :) the anon name’s all yours, hon!🙌 :)

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Enjoying a high rank among the staff means one thing: management

And yes, to some lucky souls this means managing the budget of cloths and cleaning supplies, blankets, pillows and pillowcases, candles, tablecloths, silverware, all kinds of things and wares

Or perhaps managing the staff

Ensuring all are working efficiently, all have a task to do

All losses are replaced to keep up the efficient work that is demanded at the castle

You, however, have to do a different kind of managing

One that Alcina Dimitrescu herself has entrusted you with, one she respects you for, even

Your task is to manage the three sisters, daughters and heiresses, huntresses and seductresses living at the castle

The eldest, Bela, makes your job look almost easy

In fact, she even helps you with it

Perfectly disciplined, there’s little you have to help Bela with

You certainly don’t need to keep her in line

Instead, you support her, and she supports you in your shared task; handling her younger sisters

A demanding one, certainly, that can quite drain one’s strenght

As such, you’re often seen following Bela into her chambers at the end of a long day, where you like to reward the eldest for her impeccable behavior by massaging her tense shoulders, drawing her a bath using her favorite oils and soaps, and coddling her as much as she grants it before she finally receives some well earned rest

No, Bela is certainly not who makes your task so demanding

So very much so, no other staff member would dare even think of swapping positions with you

There’s Daniela, the youngest

Where she goes, trouble usually follows

Whether that is because she’s careless or clumsy, it makes your job very difficult

Probably your work wouldn’t be so hard around her if she wasn’t attracted to you, whether slightly or a lot, you don’t know

What you know though, is that she constantly causes trouble, giggling along happily so

It seems there’s nothing more fun to her than causing you more work and trouble

Why?

You aren’t quite sure. You can only assume this is her trying to constantly get your attention

The only upside to it is that she likes to stick to where you see her, sure that your eyes are set on her because she’s seducing you, rather than to keep her out of trouble

You know of her delusions, know she’s convinced you must love her, or must be seduced by her

You’re happy to give her something to do

At least her endless pursuit of you means less defiled and beheaded maidens in the castle, something you’ve come to learn is especially bad for business, and what happens to be Daniela’s specialty, as she seems to effortlessly lure in most

It seems though that even with the auburn haired woman in your sights, she still causes trouble

Such as today, when she sat at lunch with her sisters

Having sensed bickering would begin should Cassandra be allowed to sit next to her, you made sure Bela sat in the middle of the two, separating the two younger women

And for a while, that worked

Until the two troublemakers began to fight even across Bela, flinging their hands at each other, claw-like nails bared

When one nearly nipped the eldest, you stepped in fast

Stepping between them, you promptly took a seat between Bela and Daniela, ensuring the two couldn’t reach across any longer

Of course, this meant Daniela’s hand slipping into yours for the entirety of lunch

And even so, all it took was a simple mistake from a maid for things to escalate

Having accidentally spilled a little of the wine, Daniela immediately jumped up with her sickle raised

Thankfully, having her hand held in yours allowed you to yank her back down

You know of the rules their mother has set: no killing maidens recklessly during winter or harvesting season. There’s not enough of them as is

And while Daniela was finally somewhat restrained, too happy to have felt you squeeze her hand to care about the reckless maid, Cassandra was an entirely different case

Like her sister, she jumped up immediately, snarling at the poor girl with her teeth bared

Clearly, this one would have been her afternoon snack, had Bela not intervened

“Bela!”, the brunette screeched angrily, lifted by the back of her dress’ hood by her older, taller sister

Your eyes were hint enough for the maid to leave and- hopefully- take lessons and take notes on how to not anger the castle’s residents

And with the maiden’s disappearance, even Cassandra eventually calmed, growling and pouting at her sister

Cassandra, yes

The second complication to your tasks

Keeping her in check is certainly a lot more difficult than Daniela

This is mostly down to the fact that unlike her younger sister, Cassandra does not care for staying close to you or within your sights

In time, you’ve learned where to look for her

And she still often surprises you

A second complication worth noting is that like her sister, Cassandra is prone to making messes

Whether intentional or not, she doesn’t care enough to think about the mess she creates and the consequences of it

Usually, this means waiting for her to return from a hunt

You know if you don’t greet her at the door and order her to carry her prey in the bag you provide her, she’ll get the entire castle messed by the trail of blood, dirt, leaves and guts she leaves behind

And, like Daniela, she so very enjoys a spontaneous snack

You’ve gotten better at telling when she’s about to strike, thankfully, but even then there’s not much you can do

Because unlike Daniela and Bela, Cassandra is hardly tempted to listen to you

She respects you, yes, of course. Alcina respects you, after all

But this doesn’t mean she’s going to listen to you

No, while Daniela can be bribed with affection, Cassandra is a shining example of a troublemaker

When you tell her not to attack a maid, she does so and drains their necks while staring you in the eye

When you tell her to sit, she stands tall- or better yet, she hovers just above the seat, grinning at you

When she’s told to listen, she turns her head away

When told to clean up her weapons from the floor, she sticks them into the furniture or staff members

She wants your attention, and the brat certainly gets it

You learn quickly; there’s rarely reasoning with Cassandra

She’s stubborn and playful and will rarely do something you tell her if she sees no reason behind it. Only Alcina’s orders are followed, no matter what

Bribing, or explaining tasks to her is the way to go

Only does she not care for the worries of the staff

So you can explain to her that bloodying the castle will make the staff’s work harder all you want, and perhaps she’ll mess the floors even more

And still, sometimes you can cross your arms and send her a look you’ve perfected over the years

A challenging one is returned to you, before she groans and does what you’ve asked of her

You’re still aiming to do better, especially at keeping track of where she is, but you’re getting there

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

[ghcstcd]

Redraw of a photograph of Bela Lugosi, using Papa Emeritus iii, of course.

tip your artists!// More Art

photo under readmore

[morningmask27]

catified resident lover, it's been a little while ago!

I had a few drawings still waiting and decided to draw somewhat tonight, so here's a new collection of the dimi sisters (with a Donna cameo) and their antics

[caitlynmeow]

When the daughters were 2-3 years old Alcina did notice differences in their personalities.

Example: Timeout

Bela wouldn't stay, period. As soon as Alcina stepped away to leave her alone, she'd just leave. It took many tries and eventually Alcina would win because there was no way a two-year-old is going to win over her. Actions have consequences, and Mama is here to teach her daughter to follow the rules.

This didn't stop. Every single time she puts Bela in timeout the same thing happens. Because just Alcina is stubborn, so is her daughter.

Cassandra was different. She'd actually stay, not move at all until Mama gets her however, she doesn't do so peacefully. She'd be crying and screaming her head off in rebellion, but she doesn't move. Kinda better than Bela but much much louder and she she doesn't stop until she is released.

Daniela was never put in timeout so that information is not available.

[expiredsoda]

still can't comprehend how the height difference can be so extreme like gurl-💀

[isas-bathbombs]

“And now I know how Joan of Arc felt.”

gift to @alexandroseleven for making the bela and joan of arc connection!! credits also to @neos-schlond-poofa for the edit idea

[grape-eating-vampire]

don't get me wrong I'm a huge fan of all the really extravagant Malevolent fanart on my dash, but my favourites are always the people that draw Arthur and John like this

[winnieiscalmeth]

Hey

Do you love resident evil village? Do you also really fucking love Bela Dimitrescu? Like so much you would eat a cookie that look like her?

You should read this fic I made on ao3:

I posted it on here because I prefer my longer fics to be on there (even though its only 1,697 words)

It's also half proofread as always but I hope you enjoy my fellow Bela lovers

[evewasheretoday]

*cough cough* I love women.

specifically, women that can kill you.

[thegamingcatmom]

RE village thoughts so far

(Before when mother miranda sentenced us to heisenberg, when Angie just went over to Donna and she picked her up something in my mind went adorable

Same scene mother miranda flaring feathers out also adorable)

I can see why lady dimitrescu broke the internet

Also dimitrescu daughters👀

Some parts your writing adding to them influences plus other parts just simping, but conclusion...gay

Tragic that we have to leave the castle ☹️😢

Here for miri the tired studhorse anon

(Yes, Donna´s just so precious when she takes possession of lifeless objects to use as a form of communication à la Chucky, ain´t she? :3)

(And yes, Mother Miranda´s just as precious when she spreads her wings all dramatically to appear bigger and more threatening because that´s actually what birds do irl, ain´t she? :3)

Yes, Lady Dimmadome I mean Dummythicc I mean Dimitreceps I mean Dominatrix I mean-

GAY SAY WE ALL.

Don´t be sad to leave the castle.

There´s more to explore, more to simp over.

After all-

Someone´s eagerly awaiting you...

[muffinsin]

Would you be willing to write a fic of G!P Cassandra x fem! Reader x G!P Donna? Maybe the reader had been teasing the both of them all day and the second the three of them are alone Donna and Cassandra mercilessly fuck the Reader as punishment?

(I sure hope the 🐉 anon position isn’t taken because it’s mine now >:)

This has been in my inbox far too long y’all, glad I get to write it out at last- it’s been so long RIP me is sorry. Not 100% with it buuuuut ye

Let’s get into it!👀

Masterlists

You feel shivers run down your spine the second Daniela gets up to leave. You’re all too aware that she is the only reason your two owners, Donna and Cassandra, haven’t taken you yet.

Perhaps, you deserve it.

Perhaps, you shouldn’t expect anything but rough treatment when you’ve been teasing them all day. You know, you’ve been an insufferable brat today. A part of you yearns for the roughness you know you will receive from the other two women.

You gasp audibly when you feel Cassandra grip your upper thigh tightly as she shoots her sister a smile. You know, her patience is running out.

And she isn’t the only one.

You watch as Daniela is practically led to the door by a small minion of short dolls pushing up against her legs and tugging her forth to the doorway. Donna’s hand moves, and you tense up when it rests on your other upper thigh.

It looks almost cute, your two mistresses grabbing one thigh each, their fingertips digging into your skin. Cassandra’s strong, large hand on you, and Donna’s precise, veiny and well trained one.

They both smile with false gentleness as the youngest Dimitrescu sister exits the house, and the moment the door slaps shut with a heavy push from a doll, their smiles falter and turn to angry frowns.

You gasp when they each tug their hand, fingers digging into your skin as your thighs are pulled apart. You whimper , dressed in one of the dresses Donna has made for you. It’s long, and has so far done a good job at keeping your naughty little secret hidden.

Or so you thought.

Yet, when Cassandra inhales and growls quietly, your eyes widen in realization. Did you truly think you could keep it from her?

With a sharp tug your dress is pulled up, and your cheeks burn crimson as both hands on your thighs tighten their grip. You’re entirely exposed to them, the lack of underwear allowing the two dominant women to see your dripping wet core, glistening and practically calling out to them.

You feel Cassandra push up against your neck, her warm breath tickling the sensitive skin found there. You shiver when you soon feel knife-sharp edges snd tips of teeth drag against you.

You only realize your eyes have closed when you open them up again, wide and surprised at the sudden feeling between your spread legs.

You can only squeak in embarrassment and shock when you suddenly two fingers are pushed roughly inside of you. Your hips automatically buck up and a harsh whimper and shriek is pulled from you when the dangerously sharp teeth at your neck dig in at last.

You whine as the skilled fingers curl within you, but before the pleasure can even sink in properly, Donna pulls her arm back already. You watch through lidded eyes as she raises her fingers, soaked in your arousal, to her face, and feel as though your world is spinning when she sucks her index finger into her mouth.

You whimper again at a particularly sharp jab of pain to your throat, a single tear sliding from your eye as you see blood trickle down your front, stemming from your neck.

Your eyes are wide and you feel lightheaded when Donna’s soaked index finger is presented to you. An offer? No. A silent command. You eye the finger hungrily, eager to feel your own wetness up against your tongue.

However, you have dug your own grave already. Might as well dig deeper.

Her gaze turns colder, harsher, when you merely press your lips together and a self satisfied grin is shot her way. Something dangerous flashes in her dark eye for a mere moment.

“You’re being naughty today, bella”, she hums, and your head spins yet again at the raspiness of her voice.

You flinch as her free hand shoots up from your thigh, a surprised whimper pulled from you when it grasps your jaw tightly.

For a moment, you think to deny her. To embrace the painful ache of her fingers pressing into your skin. Then, her grasp tightens and with a cry, your lips part and mouth falls open for your lover.

“Keep misbehaving”, Cassandra hums against your throat. She dares you to.

You shiver again, your clit aching and your nipples hardening when you feel her lick across your neck eagerly.

Donna’s middle finger is pressed to your tongue, her grip on you harsh, her gaze even more so. She’s smirking slightly at your helpless moans and whimpers, and relishes in your pathetic gagging whenever she pushes too far back.

Upon adverting your eyes, you find the very obvious tents in both women’s dresses. Cassandra’s, twitching and intimidating in width, and Donna’s, large and capable of taking your ability to walk.

“What, got nothing to say, morsel?”, Cassandra taunts, her teeth gently clasping down on your injured neck again. “You had so much to say earlier, little lamb. When you teased us like a little slut”, she hums, a low chuckle coming from her at the increase of your heart rate.

You whine when your jaw is released and Donna pulls back, your eyes curiously following the woman just when she stands up in front of you.

“She’s going to be a good girl now. Won’t you, flower?”

You feel shivers run down your spine at the older woman’s voice. Eagerly, you nod. It’s as though all words have died on your tongue.

You feel fingertips run from your thigh to your pussy, strong, and eager- Cassandra’s. Unlike Donna, she doesn’t enter you with them, however.

Instead you find yourself shrieking and jumping when her palm slaps against your cunt, unforgiving and aimed at your clit. You jerk away at the sudden pain, your thighs clasping close around the woman’s wrist.

Of course, she immediately corrects this by pushing your thighs apart again and trapping one of them with her own.

Your mouth waters as Donna’s dress is practically torn off by the woman, your own body on fire at the sight of hers. Creamy, olive skin is revealed inch by inch.

At last, you’re on eye level with her lower stomach, your lips almost perfectly lined up with her long cock. You squeak when Cassandra’s hand comes up again and your jaw is forced open yet again.

This time, for your dollmaker.

The woman only watches you, her dark eye unchanged and her emotions shrouded.

You feel her tip push up against your tongue, the soft, pink head large against your skin. With a single thrust, she buries herself completely inside.

Your eyes close automatically and your thighs jerk when you feel both, Donna’s cock in your mouth, and Cassandra’s fingers between your legs push forwards and deep in you.

You whimper and moan, your jaw held tightly in place to prevent any thought of bratting and teasing again. Your throat is tight around the cock fucking it, and it’s making both yours and Donna’s head spin.

You hear her panting, loud and breathless, as her hips thrust back and forth wildly. Your pussy clenches around Cassandra’s fingers. Soaking in the pleasure, you can’t help but allow your slightly shaky hand to slide across her thigh.

You find the bulge in her dress easily and grin as much as your spread open lips allow you to when you squeeze and draw a groan from her. Warm blood dries at your neck as wetness drips from you and coats her fingers throughout.

“You’re tight”, Cassandra hums, a maniacal laughter passing her lips when her tongue drags against your throat. You feel it bulge with Donna’s cock, and know she does too. Your hips buck up when fingers curl within you and a tongue drags over the obvious bulge in your throat and mouth.

“She’s soaked”, Cassandra taunts, her own hips grinding to push her bulge up against your hand.

You whimper when your pleasure ends all too fast already as she retracts her fingers from you. Even through teary eyes you see them glistening in the corner of your eye. Your wetness, slick against the two digits that have been rammed into you, coating them from her nail to the knuckle.

You shriek when she suddenly turns you, as if she ran out of patience. You’re left kneeling over, your eyes pressed shut and mouth wide open, tears running down your cheeks from the constant gagging. Donna feels even deeper in you.

Your dress is tugged up around your hips and your thighs are spread wide. You groan around the large cock pushing in and out of your mouth, your vision blurry. You smell Donna, the perfume and scent of flowers and fresh wood that sticks to her.

Then, you feel another cock, wider, stronger, push up against your sensitive clit. You whimper as Cassandra thrusts herself along your pussy, as though collecting all the wetness that so easily drips from you.

Once, twice, three, four times. Antagonizing you, teasing you. You feel her thick head and shaft against you, long soaked in your wetness. Drool sticks to your chin and Donna’s cock, so much it begins to slide down and drip from her balls.

“Mhmm, open up, morsel”, comes Cassandra’s command at last, spoken lowly, so you barely hear it over the slapping of Donna’s balls against your chin and her panting above you.

Eagerly so, you spread your legs wider, and grasp onto your girlfriend’s hips when Cassandra pushes herself inside.

You moan around her cock, the tears running down your cheeks causing both of your partners to moan and gasp. Your pussy aches and clenches around Cassandra, and you shiver as you feel her tremble and twitch in you.

“Fuck..she’s so…tight!”, she groans, and you feel Donna’s balls twitch slightly and her hips jerk against you at the words spoken so breathlessly and hotly.

With the cock thrusting in and out of you fast and Cassandra’s fingers and nails digging into your hips, you barely notice your lover approaching her orgasm until you feel warm, white seed shot in your mouth and down your throat.

Your eyes widen and the younger brunette gasps at the feeling of you tightening around her cock. She groans, her hips aching and burning as she moves.

You gulp down the cum shot down your throat, your eyes closed and lips shut tightly around the wet cock.

When it slips from you, you gasp for breath. You still taste it on your tongue, and feel as if it still sticks to the back of your throat.

You shriek when Donna pushes you backwards, Cassandra’s low and surprised gasp husky in your ear.

You shiver as you feel her sink deeper inside of you, your ass pushed up against her after being pushed in her lap.

Donna cups your jaw, as though loving as her fingers slide over Cassandra’s.

“Mhmm….exquisite…”

You shiver, your mouth at last clasping shut when your jaw is let go of.

You gasp when the fingers at your hips dig in harsher, Cassandra’s lips attached to your neck once again as she forces your body up and down on her. She groans, her body practically thrumming with want, her cock twitching and dripping precum inside.

You feel Donna tugging down your dress at the top and blush lightly at the feel of the fabric being pulled down and your breast being exposed to the warm air of the room.

For a moment, you believe you are granted a break. Then, Cassandra’s hips snap up again, and you’re rocked in her lap with every thrust deep inside of you.

“A-Ah, Cass!”, you shriek at a particularly hard thrust upwards.

Your breasts bounce freely, your nipples captured by skilled fingers. Donna breathes lowly, her cock nearly erect once again at the arousing sight of Cassandra’s cock inside of you. Equally, she watches your wetness drip down to her base and to her balls.

As the rough use of your body continues, you feel yourself nearing your orgasm faster and faster. You’re shaking and shivering, your hands digging into the soft skin at Donna’s hips.

You hiss when cold, precise fingers grope your dangling breasts, squeezing and tugging, pushing them up against one another.

You feel her cock slide up between them, the muscle slick with drool and cum. When you look up, you’re met with a dark, nearly entirely black eye staring down at you hungrily.

Your thighs shake and your eyes struggle to stay open, each thrust into you and between your breasts making you feel more and more riled up.

You understand, this is how riled up they must have been from your constant teasing throughout the day.

Your eyes squeeze shut when Cassandra’s lips push up against your ear, her voice almost soft and hushed in your ear.

“Do you want to cum, morsel?”, she teases, a sly smirk displayed on her lips.

You nod fast, your mouth dry and your pussy sore as it grips her and coats her in more and more cream and wetness.

Judging by the laughter coming from both women, you can tell this won’t do at all.

You attempt to catch your breath, your moans turning to little whimpers as you struggle out: “Ple-ease le-t me cu-cum, Mis-tress”, you beg, your head thrown back against her shoulder.

More breathless laughter and coos come from them.

You feel Cassandra’s nails in you, her hips bucking up at an almost punishing pace. Your orgasm is near, and you know, theirs is too.

Breathless moans and little “Ah!”’s slip from you, your hands moving to cling to Donna’s thighs instead.

You feel the soft, olive skin beneath your fingertips and almost become more aware of the harder, pale skin underneath you.

When your nipples are tugged and teased, you feel yourself nearly topple over the edge.

“Please! Ple-eaAAh! Please!”, you beg, your dry throat burning with the strain to bring out your words.

You’re met with moans and hums, kisses and groping hands. When they both kiss their way to your lips, you feel a breathy permission whispered against them.

You don’t need to be told twice at all, your body spasming and your pussy tightening around Cassandra. You feel her deep within you and as you scream your release, you feel Donna’s thick cum slap against your chest.

You smile as you pant, your chest heaving and thighs shaking when Cassandra pulls out enough to cover your ass cheeks as she too reaches her high.

[tiredthingbehindyou]

Bela's Route

I am a professional Scholar who definitely isn't on this route so she can kiss women.

Here we go butches and bitches!

[team-avia]

Currently dying to play the game. Also is Bela trans?

the answer is a bit complicated! well, not really. in my head, resident lover bela is trans.

whether its canon to the RL universe is up to to rest of the team tho. and so the bela tag in the poll post can be interpreted as "taking her strap"!

finch

[deanspunchingbag]

bela and dean definitely get together. enemies to lovers with a redemption arc for bela. there is no way- oh she dies

jo and dean are definitely end game. like there is no way that they don't- oh okay never mind she dies too

lisa and dean are so gonna end up together. i mean there is no way that doesn't last. he has a great relationship with ben there is no way- oh okay well they definitely have to bring them back up. there is no way dean just never talks about them or that their plot just gets thrown out- well never mind

cas and dean have to work. i mean every other person dean has had or should have had a long term relationship with has not worked out so this one has to. i mean they have baited us for 10 years it has to- okay well just fuck me then

baby is the only love they ever let dean keep.