#darling: Draga

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Anrir Husbandry

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Edit: forgot to thank @justahuman1757 for help with some of the translations and other help

Song on repeat: Cradles by Sub Urban (also most of the remixes for this SLAP)

tw: smut, yandere, obsessive behavior, manipulation

Anrir cooed at the little human in his arms finishing up singing them back to sleep знішчыць.... знішчыць... His voice carried low and softly. It was naptime... they needed to sleep as it was good for them of course they didn't seem to realize that. His long back hair was tied back into a slightly messy bun as his nearly completely black eyes dart around the pastel colored room just looking for anything wrong. His Dragă wanted to work with children in childcare and perhaps it took a couple of years to get here since he had first found her.

She was so much happier since he had first found her... happy about their bond... no more worry in her eyes... no more stress making her hands tremble or her loosing sleep... no more worrying about her next meal or if her car were to break... no more crying... well no more senseless crying. He puts the child down looking around at the sleeping forms but he cant help but grin as this really was all possible because of him, Anrir purrs softly at the satisfaction of how well he has done his job... and how he has covered his trail...

5 years prior

Anrir was a drifter... he drifted around as he had yet to find his own bonded, which given how some legions seemed to be more inclined to get a bond; with Night Lords being one of the ones with very few "feral" Astartes it was only a matter of time before Anrir would find his. But Anrir in all definitions was a feral Astartes having been unbonded since he arrived forty years ago. However, it was fine as Anrir hadn't spent that time just moping about he spent a majority of his time politicking and reuniting with other Terran Night Lords long dead and of course reuniting with those who were under his knife when they were aspirants and scouts which he affectionately called them his kids.

He was also using this time to take a break, a forced break, from running his warband; not that he could run it right now anyway. But he would mull over plans for when he returned back to his time period... if he did was another thought. His eyes moved up to the sky as he could smell the water gathering in the air. Which meant that the group he was with would start a debate on if they were going to settle down or continue on despite the weather. He did not care too much and decided to wander off to look around at where they were.

He walked out of the tree covering that the group was skulking through as he looked at the abandoned parking lot he had walked out into. It was rotting away neglected and abandoned as the painted lines were faded and practically gone, the pavement was cracked with plants growing through cracks; with the asphalt under his feet turning to gravel as plants come to reclaim this section of human infrastructure. And Anrir... he savored this reclamation of nature and decay of it all. Compared to the prison pit he was born into on the other side of the globe; he had already made his pilgrimage to the eventual site of his birth... a town full of people whose existence was never known as a great chasm of the guilty was there.

But that dark pit in the ground was not there now... there were no babies being born in that dark hellhole... his neck tattoo had a phantom itch as he is reminded why it was put on his neck... as he is reminded that at some point he was truly innocent... he is reminded of the hand gently petting his head... the soft voice cooing at him telling him how brave he was being... as he remembers having tears in his eyes as the ink is shoved into his skin... he gently starts to suffocate the memories of a child long gone and a woman paradoxically long dead and yet had yet to be born. His eyes flick to the far side of the quiet parking lot as a car just sits in the dark. The only other thing in this lot, far from the flickering road light... he could hear the annoying buzz of the light as it flickered... the flick... flick... flick... as it finally goes out. He moves with soft steps towards the vehicle as the summer insects scream their sonorous songs it was almost overstimulating for some of his brothers with how alive this planet felt with no foe to focus down on. Anrir felt his gums itch like he craved an oral inhalant and the way the hair on the back of his neck rose as he wandered closer not giving into the craving.

Anrir had seen many homeless humans both back in his own time and here. His eyes looked through the windows of the car seeing how it was lived in, he could hear the soft breathing akin to how someone was asleep... the slow beat of a heart was barely audible to him as the insects continued to scream their songs. There was nothing special about what he saw as it was a baseline female just buried under an assortment of clothes, a towel, a jacket, and some blanket... a bucket with a strainer lid to collect the impending rain... he chuckled at the cleverness but he understood the need to just survive. He turned to walk back to the others but something rooted him in place. He could practically taste the misery mixing with the rain. His throat tightened as it silently moved in foreign ways but he knew what he was trying to do... to mimic the noises they make at humans.

He lets out a dark chuckle as they were right... it really was something that he would know when it happened. Worry soon festered in his gut as his eyes roamed over her vehicle and while he hardly knew about how it worked he could see the signs of disrepair. His nose wrinkled for a moment as he unclipped his helmet from his hip, slipping it over his head as the rain finally let loose. He listened to the rain slap against the metal roof of the car, the way she moved inside her comfortable cocoon for a moment, and the way water was gathering in the bucket... Anrir had to do something.

You did your best to ignore the Night Lord that was hanging around. Affectionate bastards you were told as you remember those videos of just them being friendly. You shiver at the memory of that one gang member who thought he was so big... being homeless you quickly learned how sleeping near warbands meant that you had to ignore certain things... certain sounds especially at night. Astartes always scared you... you couldn't point to any incident that had happened involving them just that you got bad feelings from them... a certain type of dread. So it wasn't exactly like a fear of dogs but the way they looked and acted they were so human... why were they here... you make yourself look smaller as the Night Lord with what looked like a metal spider on his back sat next to you.

You hear him coo and trill at you trying to get your attention, his head tilting slightly as you could hear the slightly distorted trill to his voice from his helmet, and you did your best to ignore him. Eventually he did leave you alone and you had hoped that would be the last you saw him. But, every day for the next week he kept finding you... he would click and coo at you beckoning you closer with those armored claws of his. It was the last day in the week that you broke and approached him as you chose to fill your car with gas over eating and he had shown up with food. You feel tears gather with each bite as he trills down at you and you feel him hold you close... you hear his purr... you've seen this display online it was a bonding display. You do your best to not choak on the hot food as you can feel tears gather in the corner of your eyes, really the last thing you want is an Astartes bonding to you.

You feel the Astartis petting your head as you eat, trilling at you and you're certain if he wasn't in armor he would be purring. When you look up at him miserably he coos at you trying to sooth the clear distress you were in. His hands flexing each time you try to pull away from him, "You don't want me to be your bonded buddy," You finally speak up and that just breaks something in you and you feel those heavy tears roll down your cheeks even as you try to use the heel of your palm to rub your eyes clean they still fall, "I can't give you anything." Your voice cracks as you admit that.

Anrir sat there silently as you tried to reject the bond… he could feel it fraying at the edges like a lighter had been taken to it. But Anrir was calm even as his entire existence seemed to reel on its axis as you try to push it away. Your voice cracking gave way to the tears that ran down your face, his black eyes darting over your face as baselines crying was familiar to him given what he was but it felt so different… so wrong. Why are you letting her cry Anrir? A soft voice in the back of his mind seems to say. He could feel it fray more and more… but Anrir was aware that when a bond frays… it never attaches back normally. There was also a small high for him as would this be how he tasted death? Not after millennia of being alive just some mortal woman would be the death of him? He would have laughed if it actually broke but he pulled her against him and you did not make the effort to pull away… and so the bond repairs wrong. He did not need anything from you except you. 

How you lean against him trying to hide away. So he was okay if you couldn’t give him anything now. He didn’t expect you to give him anything in the first place… but a wicked thought plants itself in his mind. Perhaps it was old fashioned… after all he watched the radical social changes in a mere 40 years and yet like always the Astartes remained unchanged. But… why couldn’t he provide for you? Anrir was a capable Astartes and he did not survive this long by chance but memories flicker by of how generous others were towards their humans. He grinned darkly as he could recognize the signs now… oh… he had intensely bonded to you… he had read the manuals and grimoires both in person and on the noosphere… he had helped write some of those too… so he knew what to look for in terms of side effects and was filing away mental notes about his deviances. And as much as he wanted to act on those feelings Anrir was patient, he was an Apothacarion after all, and his Dragă needed to be taken care of. He purrs and chirps at her to calm her down and gets her to finish her meal.

Thrones, credits, souls, cash… it was annoying dealing with baselines as most societies revolved around needing a good or currency for things and this was not their reality or time period where refusing an Astartes was suicidal. He noted his lack of desire to skin the man yelling at his Dragă to get him to stop “loitering”. But he, like most Astartes, relied on each other and the complex network and ecosystem they built like a parasite on the infrastructure of what was already there or was it the other way around? The Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists would say they laid out efficient infrastructure… but he found resources; since it was no longer allowed to simply take humans as serfs anymore and just have them live in a base full time… not that the Night Lords had one yet. It would be a few more years till the base was operational and that would be a mustering point for most Night Lords in the area. But Anrir noted how jumpy his precious Dragă got at the idea of getting help from Salamanders or staying in a shelter; he was fine with her choice. He wrinkled his nose as her car was falling apart and he couldn’t fit in it and him being a Night Lord did not help his goal of getting money. However, Anrir had a long reputation having worked in the Consortium with Bile too being a prominent figure in his legion’s hierarchy, no matter how much he tried to stay out of the politicking, so when the Alpharii approached him he wasn’t too surprised. 

There were treaties and edicts that any Astartes had to agree to if they wanted to stay near the humans. Besides the obvious of not killing any humans; which before Anrir was bonded was a surprisingly hard ask, but they were not allowed to mettle with them. Technology was to be kept away from them at all costs, no extending their life spans, no augmetics beyond simple necessary prosthetics, and a few others. It all made sense as it was clear they were not ready at all for the horrors of the wider galaxy… no they would not play a hand into accidentally smothering humanity in the cradle because they helped them reach the stars earlier than they were ready for. But just like how human killers existed… and Night Lord trafficker Hunts happened… there was always some bending and breaking of these rules.

The Alpharii couldn’t help mettle in the affairs of the baselines, it was their legion’s expertise, they were information brokers and information hiders… they modified records to hide the sudden birth of a child from a woman and a Astartes… to all the way of covering up when forbidden technology falls into the hands of baselines and there needs to be a raid. They had their fingers in many pies as the saying goes… and Anrir could not play the moral high ground for their request. They weren’t supposed to extend the baselines lives… there was the crude method of giving them a transfusion of Astartes blood and hope they survive all the way to getting the chemicals and components needed for rejuvenation treatments. The latter took time to get what they needed as they could only synthesis so much being limited to what was only on this one planet; and it was hard to keep the Iron Hands from getting eager in “helping” them be able to colonize the Sol system. 

But… Anrir looked down at the old corrupt man. Such greedy creatures humans could be and Anrir could never be like his kin who were able to see themselves as being above humanity… Anrir was far too aware of his own humanity and also his own lack of humanity too. “How do I know it will work?” The old man interrupts Anrir’s explanation of what he will be doing in transplanting his heart, “You could be some… con artist.” He says with malice in his frail voice.

Anrir never liked nobles… and he was always surprised at how… self important they could be. His smooth voice answers the question before one of the Alpharii can speak, “My reputation,” He had asked the Alpharii before this and he was not bonded to any of them… he was very much a pawn that the Alpharii weren’t ready to loose yet, “your… companions wouldn’t have gotten me if they doubted my skills. The heart is made for you so there is no chance of rejection.” He says truthfully as it was child's play growing the organ for him.

Anrir voxes one of the Alpharii, “As for my payment for this?” He hisses letting his displeasure bleed through as how dare he speak to Anrir in such a way.

“Everything is set up in ways that won’t tip off the government officials to the sudden influx of wealth. And conveniently set up so that if you choose to help us again…” 

Anrir waved his armored hand over his shoulder as his medical mechadendrites unfolded like a spider on his back, “Yes yes you lot have me for several surgeries,” He goes through the process of setting everything for fine movements and working on humans, “But please be aware should anything go wrong in the payments that I can be quite spiteful.” He threatens and enjoys the place of power he is able to come from given how specialists are in such short supplies here and he is certain there is only one other Consortium member on the planet… he knows his expertise is invaluable he is certain he is on many lists to be kept alive.

“Of course Anrir.” Is all one says and that was good enough as Anrir headed into the prepared room.

You were happy that Anrir returned as he did keep you safe and maybe you were feeling those good vibes that people always say they get around Astartes. But now? You looked at what was holding out to you with apprehension. You’re sure that it was a thousand dollars in his hand and you felt hesitant to take it from him as no one just gives people money and not expecting something back… your spine crawls at a memory… He just sighs looking at you passively and perhaps a little annoyed, “Dragă. Go get your car looked at and get it fixed.” He says and you take the money from him as your AC had died and you’re certain that also meant your heating was gone… “Unless,” Your eyes returned to his face as your eyes picked up the bit of white at the roots of his sideburns, “You want to get a bigger vehicle?”

“But I can’t-” You start.

“Don’t worry about money for a second Dragă.” He says putting his hands on your shoulders.

You squirm under his gaze as you considered rejecting it as Anrir gave you such feelings that there was something else he was after… then again you never felt truly comfortable around Astartes… always a lingering sense of dread but… “Maybe… maybe we get something you can fit in as well. Wouldn’t that be nice?” You say softly as you’re certain those cars are far beyond what you can afford and from what you heard basically never break down. 

You hold your breath for a moment as Anrir cups your face, you could hear him trill at you, as he grinned down at you with a smile that you’re certain the devil himself would envy, “What a thoughtful Dragă.” Was all he cooed at you.

After that, with much fussing from him, he made you use the money to stay in a motel for a week and you don’t remember when the last time you ate so much food. Anrir in the meanwhile took care of things. You were torn on letting him do such as wasn’t this the reason you had a fallout with your family? Your hands shake at the memories… he ruined your life. Yet while you’re certain Anrir is doing the same thing… it feels different. Anrir only suggested what you use the money for never using it to tell you what to do… Anrir confused you but you took comfort in the thought that he wanted something from you that he could get at your absolute lowest… everyone says bonds are precious things so maybe you should trust him more.

Anrir makes sure he always has enough money on him as he was making sure that there was a positive association in your mind that he was able to provide for you. The fuss you made when he got the car customized so that you could live out of it as long as you wanted, he hopped it wouldn’t be much longer, but it was your choice and all he could do was nudge his Dragă. The excitement he felt rush up his spine when he heard you say “Anrir” in a specific tone… a tone he associated with his Dragă needing something… Dragă needed him to provide. Sometimes you were like a skittish animal only staying for the exchange but sometimes you lingered like an animal and he could get what he wanted from you too. He felt that dopamine rush as you tolerated his touches, the joy he felt when you let him cup your face, how loudly he purred as you let him nuzzle you, petting your head, or rubbing your back. He could still see the hesitation in your eyes… he could tell you weren’t as (warp blind) (bond blind) as other humans were and Anrir is fine with that in fact it made this all the more enjoyable for him.

Winter always comes too soon and once again Anrir brings up places you can stay over the colder months and as hard as you try you still can’t get rid of the feelings that if you acquiesce he will want something. Anrir himself is disappointed that you wont ask him for much more; he does use winter to get something he does want. He finally gets to hold you for as long as he wants, usually your whole sleep cycle. He’s slept in far worse spots and just being a little cramped is hardly anywhere near the list of worst rests he has had. He purrs loudly as you’re glued to his side or his chest at night. Cooing to you as you drift off each night with a full belly in his arms. Its hard not to drift off with how he purrs and the rhythmic beating of his twin hearts… this feels like it’s going to be an easy winter for once so of course you get sick as a dog.

“Poor Dragă.” Anrir’s voice breaks you through your sick haze as the chills don’t help but Anrir being so warm helps. “I know you won’t like this suggestion but as a health specialist I do recommend that perhaps it is time for you to live inside more regularly again?” You can barely hear the quiet engine over the Heater going, Anrir not allowing you to fuss about anything right now once more saying he had it under control, “Arata mizerabil... (Miserable looking…)” He says in Nostroman letting his tongue click as you bury yourself closer to his chest, feeling those ports dig into your skin, “At least something temporary, yes?” He says sounding a little worried, “Wouldn’t that be nice? A temporary place to stay till you find what you want to do?”

“Daycare.” You croak out.

“Hmm?” Anrir looks down at you cocking his head to the side surprised you answered him. 

“I want to take care of kids. I like taking care of kids. Don’t know why… so I want to start a daycare.” You say but you soon get weepy, “But who is going to let me do that. Look at me! I’m living in my car running away from my family and I can’t -” You stop your distressed rant as you cough and your nose plugs up again making it hard for you to breath and you can’t help but squirm in Anrir’s grip.

“Shh Dragă, I’ll take care of  you.” Anrir says softly a uncharacteristic gentleness in his voice you weren’t expecting from a Night Lord, “You don’t need to worry anymore, Dragă.” Again it’s a soft and warmth to his voice you didn’t know he could have, “Do you trust me?” He asks in a tone you have trouble reading. 

Bonds are supposed to be good things… that’s what everyone says… you have a companion for life… and you can tell that they get so much out of what we give them as they were clearly made for something far more violent. But… did you trust Anrir. No… you did not trust him as that feeling never goes away… “What do you want Anrir?” You finally say after a minute of silence.

“You, Dragă.” Anrir says quickly breathlessly.

Again you lay there silently thinking… you didn’t know what he wanted… was it really just being with you? You’ve been with him for months at this point and you couldn’t figure out what he wanted. You did research on bonds from what little you could find and everything kept coming back to just wanting to keep their bonded alive and safe. You were scared to let someone in your safe little world but you were so tired of keeping everything so tight to your chest. Maybe it was because you were sick but you nod and let out a heavy sigh softly saying, “I trust you Anrir.”

His reaction was immediate as he pressed his cheek to yours and you could feel the purring in your teeth as it was so loud, your finger bones felt like they were vibrating, but you didn’t feel the quick kisses that he leaves on your skin. You whimper at the sudden affection. It was anrir’s quirk as he was odd with his affection as whenever you would seek him out for affection he would smother you in his affection but you were okay with it because it was on your terms… your gut wouldn’t stop at the feeling that sometimes it was on his terms luring you in… He presses a kiss to your forehead trilling, his accent thick, “I don’t want you to worry any more my Dragă. I will take care of everything.” His black eyes seem to glitter in delight as he makes his declaration. And you just let go of that tension a bit more.

You don’t know how Anrir found this place, it had a horribly short lease but you knew that it was just to get you out of the weather… you’re certain this place wasn’t built for Astartes in mind so usually that meant they weren’t allowed. You guessed that the landlord looked the other way if said Astartes was paying in cash. It was small and cramped... but it was warm and you could store more than just a bit of food. You were sitting in the tub as Anrir sat on the side shirtless as his hands were massaging shampoo into your hair. You didn't need help with your hair but that didn't stop you from leaning into his hands as he helped you feel clean.

Anrir chuckled at your gentle groaning and moaning as it was clear you were enjoying yourself. He enjoyed helping you feel this way helping you clean and take care of you in this small way... he shivered as he was cleaning his Dragă... he wrapped his Dragă in a nice fluffy towel... he carried his Dragă to the bedroom and savored the laugh that left your mouth as he just tossed you onto the bed with a bounce.

You just laid there, eyes closed, enjoying yourself... sure there was only one bed which was fine as you had spent most of the winter snuggling up to Anrir in the car, it was not the most comfortable mattress in the world... the apartment was quiet...no it was never quiet not with the thin walls... but Anrir was quiet. You became aware of how you were just laying naked on the bed... alarms were going off in your head as you feel his smooth hands run over your knees, feeling his thumbs push into the side as he spreads your legs open slowly. This wasn't normal... and yet this felt like what everything was building up too... but you were always told that bonds were selfless things, right?

Your skin trembles as his hands move over your drying flesh, your breathing shivers, you can feel the bed shift as Anrir climbs onto it. Your throat bobs as you swallow the nervous energy but your eyes open as you feel the bare skin of his legs as he had divested himself of his pants. Anrir's silent still as he presses his scarred lips against your cheek, his body leaning over yours as he settles between your legs, and you feel his hand move to your chin to slowly turn you to meet him. His lips dragging against your flesh as the scarred flesh presses against your own lips. You were close enough that you could tell that his eyes were not fully black... you could see the dark blue of his iris darting with micromovements as he took in your face. But, you could see the predator in his eyes... but it was something more the term hyper-predator comes to mind because what monsters would someone like Anrir need to hunt?

Anrir presses his mouth to yours more and you close your eyes allowing the kiss to deepen. Anrir had been nothing but good to you... but you worry... would he use this against you? You desperately hope that he wouldn't. "Mina..." His voice rumbles like thunder as his hands drag across your flesh in a way that feels dominant and possessive. You can't stop the shuddering moan that leaves your mouth as his mouth moves against the front of your neck, licking the way your throat moves in its swallowing motion. "Toate ale mele… (All mine...)" He says whispering to you in a language that you don't know, "Fiecare parte din tine… toată a mea… trupul și sufletul tău. (Every part of you... all mine... your body and your soul.)" He says again as Anrir presses his cock against your entrance. His mouth continuing its worship of your neck and chin as you open your eyes slightly and just watch Anrir with lidded eyes. He cups your face as his tongue presses hard on your lower lip before pushing his tongue back into your mouth just kissing you hard.

You knew you had fringe thoughts about Astartes... Anrir was just proving to you one thing... that they were far too human to ignore. Far too human and far too predatory... you could never get that feel good emotion from Anrir... from any Astartes really. They were all predators... they were man made monsters made to fight monsters that you didn't know would exist beyond the silver screen of Hollywood or the writings of horror writers. He pulls his mouth away trilling at you and pausing when he sees the look on your face. You were looking at a predator looking at prey a malicious looking thing that tried to play the part of a friendly thing... a wolf playing the role of a dog. "Anrir."

"Yes Dragă." He says as a hand cups your face.

"What do you want?" You again ask... because... you don't think he's lying about the bond but this wasn't normal? You felt everything rushing anxiously to a point.

"You, Dragă." He says devotedly.

You were tired... so tired of being on your own for years before Anrir came. Oh how much Anrir had helped beyond just the money he gave you and the food... just being here... even if it was wrong... even if... you were so tired. You pull Anrir into a kiss as you didn't want to think anymore! You didn't want to worry any more... you whimper as Anrir just purrs loudly as you decide to let Anrir take care of it... take care of you... just for today you tell yourself as you melt into the embrace.

You feel the slight discomforting sensation of your walls spreading open as his cock slowly pushes in. When it becomes too much your hand or foot pushes against his chest which makes him stop till your brow stops furrowing and you for him to continue. This continues until his hips are flush with yours and Anrir hisses in delight, "Atât de strâns atât de bine cu mine… draga mea… a mea. (So tight so good to me... my dear... mine.)" You once more don't understand him but you decide to not worry about it as he starts moving. Your thighs burn slightly at the stretch to have them spread open wide for Anrir to thrust into you. Your eyes close as you focus on the feeling and enjoy that he doesn't ask you to look at him but that doesn't stop him from talking, "Mă simți fată frumoasă? (Do you feel me pretty girl?)" He trills in that unknown tongue, "Te concentrezi pe penisul meu din interiorul tău? (Are you focused on my cock inside of you?)" He asks something else perhaps not realizing or caring that you don't understand him.

He picks up the pace as he pants down at you and you just yowl and moan in pleasure. Porn making everything feel so fake when real sex sounds so unsexy at times but you had no need to make things sound sexy or be perfect. You could hear Anrir chuckle at an unflattering noise you make as he slams his hips into yours again making you repeat it. Eventually things feel tighter and more anxious as Anrir tilts you slightly so his cock pushes into you at a downward angle and you just laugh at the unflattering squeak and squawk that you make. Anrir laughs with you at all those weird and all those distinctively you vocalizations but you just don't care as no one is telling you that you're being unappealing... you throw your head back and arch up as you earned the right to not worry. You moan loudly moaning his name as you feel so good! You earned this reward! You deserve this... you deserve to just let go... you orgasm with little fan fair... just a simple gasp.

You feel so good... everything feels so good as Anrir continues to chase his release, the feeling of a bed against your back, the fuzzy climbdown from an orgasm, the oily drop of sweat from Anrir that lands on your shoulder, and the comforting stutter from him that stutter causes you to open your eyes to watch his brow furrow and you watch how surprisingly expressive he gets as he cums.

The apartment is mostly quiet... as quiet as you can get with thin walls... you lay there with him not thinking about anything... not thinking as you feel his cock softening against your inner thigh. He lets out a loud breath as he lays back in bed in his spot as you meanwhile are pushing away the worry about the consequences of sleeping with Anrir. You cuddle against his side, his arm wrapping around you, you feel the cum ooze out of you ... you're still tired of thinking... you're so tired of it... so tired of worrying why and what Anrir was doing for money... You put your head against his chest over his hearts ignoring the discomfort of the ports against your face... you just listen to the way his hearts beat.

Present day

You were in a much better spot than when you were a couple of years ago... you actually came into money, no it wasn't a rich distant relative dying but it was another person you had camped with when you were homeless. They had actually won the lottery and were being smart with it, which you think was more so their Ultramarine had helped in making smart choices. Though you had your suspicions... the Alpharii... a few seem to come by every few months some to coo at the kids, eager to find a bonded, and some to talk with Anrir as you watched them take containers from your home. But being given money you sudden just kept finding yourself with more money and it was stupid how much money you got after investing some of it... you didn't want to question it and Anrir was very good at distracting you.

Oh speaking of Anrir... he got you so many gifts. He would still give you random bouts of cash but he was finally acting more and more like how a bonded Astartis is supposed to act. You also were seeing how talented he was with his hands as besides his occupation you discovered his macabre hobby that all Night Lords seem to have... bone scrimshawing and taxidermy. You could point out all the time that he acted like a normal bonded Astartis and yet at the same time... how many gestures were more. You got outfits, jewelry, wines, your current house, and hell even your job you know he had a hand in financing... it spiraled out of control with his gifts that your friends noticed and asked who your 'sugar daddy' was or rather if he had any friends.

You smile warmly and wave goodbye as the last child finally gets picked up. You head back inside letting out a soft exhale and start picking up the room not getting very far into cleaning up when Anrir wraps his arms around you and purrs into your shoulder... purring into where he tattooed you years ago. You feel him give a playful tug onto the choker collar that he made for you, expensive thing and you know he liked you wearing it. You were lucky that no one asked you what Anrir was... everyone just assumed he was a Raven Guard...

"I can smell your worry Dragă." He says nipping your earlobe.

"I'm just tired Anrir."

"Then lets go home." He kisses your cheek.

"But I have stuff to pick up-"

"And this is why we hire others to clean," He says gentle cocking his head to the side, "You're worried about something." Anrir takes the toy from your hands as you pick at the seams.

You let out a heavy sigh bringing your thumb to your lips, "I'm just scared everything is about to go wrong." Anrir takes your hand to stop you from biting your nails.

"And if it does... I will take care of it." Anrir says with such certainty and authority that makes you believe him.

The breath in your chest you let out with a heavy sigh, "Okay." You nod.

He tugs on your choker bringing you close for a kiss as he trills softly, "I will always take care of you my frumoasă dragă (beautiful darling)." And you chose to believe it.

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[angelique-isawineglass]

Alcina HC!

No matter what, Alcina refuses to call her S/O "girlfriend" because she thinks it's a childish term, built only for teenagers. When talking of her S/O, to explain it in a few sentences would be; , , Lover will be arriving soon."

, , Draga mea/Dragă will be arriving soon."

I also wouldn't put it past her to be calling her S/O "wife" even if they aren't married- lets be honest I doubt she'd have any problem referring to her S/O as a lovername in every sentence that she mentions her lover, no matter who she's speaking to.

, , Wife, would you please come here for a moment?"

, , Lover, would you please come here for a moment?"

, , Draga mea/Dragă, would you please come here for a moment?" , , Darling/Dearest/Sweetheart" and so on. This woman has plagued my mind 😭

Anyways, sorry I've been lacking fics, I have 1 sitting in drafts but I'm out of ideas to finish it off as of right now, and I've been busy with roleplaying amongst other things :'3

Enjoy this HC as you will <3

[cillivnz]

RUNAWAY BRIDE [Lord Dimitrescu]

pairing. Lord Alcides Dimitrescu x Ex!Wife Reader

genre. angst, smut.

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

word count. 3.7k+

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

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

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

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

For thinking you could outrun them.

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

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

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

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

Lord Alcides Dimitrescu and his Runaway Bride.

“Mireasa fugară”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Karl…” you whimpered in hesitation,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You try to laugh but your conscious was grim.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait, what—

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They told me what happened.”

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

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

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

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

“How dare you leave me.”

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

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

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

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

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

You pull away.

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

“Because I’m cruel? A cannibal?”

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

He knew about Karl, “What?”

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

He knew everything.

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

“Being served— as dinner.” He smirked.

The metal man was dead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You succumb. And fuck, do you succumb?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He pulled out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my god!” You saw stars.

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

“Three,” he groaned, crashing beside you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

main masterlist. more of Lord Dimitrescu. SEE ALSO. important clarification in rgds to this fic.

[willalove75]

hello hello!! I hope you’re doing well and also super congrats on your baby 🎉🎉

Was wondering if you could possibly write more about domestic Alcina based on that one fic you wrote? Maybe something along the lines of a romantic night in together when it’s stormy outside. I’m a sucker for how you wrote her in a domestic and modern setting and I’d love to see more if you wouldn’t mind ^^’

no worries at all if you don’t take this request!! I just super love your writing for Alcina Dimitrescu and it makes me super happy to read your work when I can 🩵🩵

Hiii! Thank you so much! Baby and I are doing great! He’s the best thing in the whole world, I love him so much🥺😭💕

Thank you so much for the request! An idea for this popped into my head immediately when I read this ask and I’ve been super excited to write it since!! I’m so glad you liked my domestic!Alcina so much! She’s so much fun to write in different settings but a modern Alcina always has me in some kind of a chokehold😂

I hope you enjoy!!

Tags/warnings: fluff, smut, teensie bit of degradation kink and mommy kink, and more fluff.

A/N: ITS FINALLY DONE😭 I proof read this once so please ignore any errors or whatever. Or let me know and maybe I'll fix them (wishful thinking lmao) also soft!Alcina is baby.

Rain pelts against the back door while lightning fills the sky with flashes of white. The boom of the thunder makes the house shake. You find yourself curled up on the couch, staring out into the inky, rainy night as you pout. Usually, you’re not one to pout, but tonight, you make an exception. Justifying your sour attitude by telling yourself if anyone else was in your situation, they would be pouting too.

Today is your anniversary with Alcina, a day you were immensely looking forward to. The two of you have been together for a few years now, and every year Alcina would take the reins and plan what the two of you would do on your anniversary. Extravagant vacations, expensive jewelry, on your one year anniversary she even got you a brand new car meanwhile there was nothing wrong with the one you were driving. Alcina spared no expense and always went above and beyond.

This year, however, you begged her to let you plan the day. She could still arrange whatever ridiculous plans she could come up with; because a three year anniversary normally doesn’t call for a two week stay in a luxury resort on a tropical island, but for Alcina, it wasn’t something she thought twice about before booking.

After softening her up with some good sex and puppy dog eyes, Alcina rolled her blue-gray eyes while a smirk pulled at the corner of her lips as she relented.

“Fine, draga. You may plan what we do the day of our anniversary. However, I still fully intend to book the European getaway I’ve been eyeing for you.” You look up into her eyes as you lay on top of her, resting your chin on your arms folded over her chest, a wide smile gracing your features. Before you can speak she holds up her finger to stop you. “Only on one condition.”

Arching your brow at her, you ask “what condition?”

“In the condition that I finance whatever it is you are planning.” You go to argue and she cuts you off again. “Absolutely not, I will not have you spend your hard earned money on our anniversary. You may plan whatever you like, but you’re using my credit card.”

You roll your eyes at her and groan in disapproval. Before you can register her movements, Alcina’s large hand lands a firm smack on your ass. A yelp escapes your lips; your ass is already red, raw and sore from the night's earlier activities.

“Don’t make me spank that attitude out of you my darling. You know I won’t show you mercy.”

Rolling off of Alcina and onto your back, you cup your ass as you let out a whine.

“God damnit!”

Alcina smirks and before you can recover from the sting, you feel her weight settle on top of you.

“So, have we fixed that attitude? Or is a punishment in order?”

“Nooo.” You whine. “Fine, I’ll use your card.”

“Good girl.” Alcina says as she trails her lips and nose up and down the side of your neck, her skin just barely brushing against yours.

After the multiple rounds the two of you just went, you were convinced that you were tapped out for the night. However, in typical Alcina fashion, she knows exactly what to do to elicit a response from your body. As she places feather-light kisses up your neck, her hands slide up from your hips to the dip of your waist. Her hands travel higher until her fingertips are skimming the sides of your breasts. Even with the weight of her breasts on top of yours, you can still feel the sensation of your nipples hardening against her skin.

A familiar wetness forms between your legs for what feels like the hundredth time tonight as Alcina presses her thigh against your cunt. She smirks at how easily she’s able to arouse you. Sitting up, Alcina hooks one of your legs over her hip and rocks into you, grinding her cunt against yours.

“Mmm, I love how wet I can make you with just a few light touches. My sweet, sensitive girl.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out a filthy moan as she picks up the pace. Before you know it, the two of you are rutting against each other, crying out each other's names as you chase your highs together.

The closer your anniversary got, the more excited you were for what you had planned. From morning until night, you had the whole day planned out. For breakfast, you were going to take her to her favorite cafe for coffee and pastries. After breakfast, the plan was to walk to her favorite art museum, which conveniently happened to be only a couple of blocks from the cafe. Knowing Alcina, even though she’s been there hundreds of times, the two of you would be wandering around the museum for hours. Especially since a new exhibit was supposed to open up a couple of weeks before your anniversary. It would be lunchtime by the time you were done at the museum, so you planned to have a picnic set up in the park in her favorite, secluded spot. You spared no expense on buying all of her favorite meats, cheeses, crackers, spreads, and of course, a couple of bottles of her favorite wine: Sanguis Virgnins. After lunch, you planned to walk around the park a bit and then before sunset, head to the beach for a sunset walk along the water. For dinner, you made a reservation at her favorite restaurant that overlooks the ocean. To conclude the evening, you planned to have rose petals scattered across the floor and candles lit around the house to set the mood for a passionate, romantic end to your anniversary.

Everything was set and perfect, now you only had to wait for the day. For days you were on the edge of your seat with excitement, hoping Alcina would love what you’ve curated for the two of you. It wasn’t until yesterday did things go south. A storm warning lit up your phone screen as you and Alcina were having dinner. The storm was supposed to veer off into the ocean and bypass you completely, but as if god himself wanted to shit all over your perfectly planned day, the storm came straight up the coast and landed practically at your front door.

Alcina knew how excited you were to surprise her with the perfect day so she insisted on doing as much as you possibly could. So on the morning of your anniversary, the two of you headed over to the cafe. Even though you were only outside just to get in and out of the car, by the time you finished breakfast and made it to the museum, the two of you were soaked to the bone. To make matters worse, the museum had the air conditioning on full blast, which caused the both of you to shiver as you tried to enjoy the artwork. You weren’t even in the museum for half an hour before you decided to cut your losses and head home.

So here you are, sitting on the couch staring out into the storm and pouting. After you got home, Alcina went to shower. She invited you in but you were too down and didn’t want to bring her mood down also, so you declined her offer and changed into comfy sweats and made your way downstairs to the living room.

“Draga?” Alcina’s voice pulls your focus away from the dark, dreary outdoors.

“Hm?”

“My darling, don’t look so upset.” She says as she makes her way over to you.

“I can’t help it, I am upset! I had the perfect day planned and it got completely shat on.”

Alcina comes to a stop in front of you and lifts your chin to look up at her. When you’re standing you have to crane your neck to look up at her, but when you’re sitting? You basically have to bend your head as far back as it can go.

With her other hand, she cards her fingers through your still-damp hair, gently scratching at your scalp.

“I’m sorry your plans got rained out, draga. But we still have plenty of time to turn this dreary day around.”

You place your hands on her hips, that are practically eye-level with you, and smooth your thumbs over the silk of her robe. “I guess.”

“Besides,” she says as the hand in your hair slides to the back of your head where she slowly grabs your hair by the root, just the way you like it. “You weren’t the only one who planned something for today. And luckily, the inclement weather has no effect on what I have planned for you tonight.” 

She gently pulls you up by your hair as she leans down and brushes her lips against yours. “So, what do you say, iubirea mea? Come, show me what you have here.”

Alcina pulls away before you can lean in to kiss her and she grabs your hand, leading you into the kitchen where the spread that was supposed to be for your picnic is laid out on the island.

Picking up a few items and inspecting them, Alcina raises an eyebrow and smirks at you when she recognizes all of her favorite, super fancy meats and cheeses.

“This is quite an impressive spread you have here, draga.”

You pick up a jar of caviar and turn it over in your hands as you speak. “Yeah, this was supposed to be our lunch, which was supposed to be in our favorite spot in the park.”

Alcina’s eyes soften at your words, touched at the thought and little details you put into your plans.

“Well, even though it’s past lunchtime, it would be a shame to let all of this go to waste, don’t you think?” She says, trying to bait you, but you can be just as stubborn as she is. So you just shrug your shoulders, mumbling an “I guess” in response.

She walks around the island and takes the jar of caviar out of your hands. Knowing how much you love her hands, she makes a show of popping the jar open and dipping a tiny spoon into it. When that doesn’t work, she offers you the spoon, knowing damn well you hate caviar. You take one whiff and you scrunch your nose and pull away.

“Oh stop, it doesn’t even have a smell.” She says before popping the spoon in her mouth and slowly closes her lips around it. Always one for theatrics, she slowly pulls the spoon from between her lips and rolls her eyes back and moans in pleasure. “Mmm, delicious.”

When her gray eyes open and meet yours, you can’t help but shake your head and let out a small chuckle at her antics. She leans in to kiss you and you pull back, avoiding her lips.

“Nuh-uh. I am not kissing you when you most certainly taste like fish.”

Alcina rolls her eyes for real this time and sets the jar and spoon down on the counter. To your surprise, she grabs the ball of mozzarella with her hands and pulls a chunk of it off. Splitting the piece in two, she leans her head back and drops the cheese into her mouth. After a couple of chews, since she is never one to speak with food in her mouth, she swallows it and arches her perfectly manicured brow at you.

“Better?” She says, flatly.

You can’t help but smile at her and nod your head. She leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips.

“Open.” She says once you part, still holding the other piece of mozzarella in her hand.

Opening your mouth wide, she drops the piece of cheese onto your tongue and you happily chew it. This time it's your turn for your eyes to roll to the back of your head and let out a moan - only it’s genuine, you’re not trying to put on a show like Alcina was earlier.

When you open your eyes, you open them to Alcina sticking her finger into her mouth, cleaning off the remnants of the cheese. Your mouth goes dry and your pupils dilate as you watch her. She always knows how to get you going and offers you her other finger to clean, and because you’re a total slut for this woman, you part your lips on command and take her finger into your mouth.

You caress her finger with your tongue a few times before Alcina presses down on it, pinning it in place. Her lips part and her eyes dilate as she looks down at you with her finger in your mouth and she slowly thrusts her finger back and forth across your tongue. With each thrust her finger goes a little deeper and deeper and you whimper around it. After one final thrust that goes deeper than all of the other ones, nearly making you gag, she pulls her finger from your mouth and captures your lips in a kiss. Cupping your face in her large hands, Alcina flicks her tongue into your mouth, once, twice, and as you lean in for a third swipe, she abruptly pulls away.

An actual whine leaves your lips before you can stop yourself and Alcina chuckles, brushing her nose against yours. She pulls away and makes her way back around the island, putting a small plate of food together.

Looking up at you, feigning innocence, she cocks her head to the side and asks “aren’t you going to eat?”

You let out a groan, now that you’re almost uncomfortably wet, you rub your thighs together and make your way next to her. Alcina smirks, knowing just how turned on you are. Her little plan to distract you is slowly coming to fruition.

Some time passes by and you end up sitting on the counter while you and Alcina feed each other different meats and cheeses and refill each other's wine glasses well before they need refilling. She spreads your favorite fig jam on a cracker and puts it between her teeth, offering you the other half. With a giggle, you bite into the other half. As you’re each chewing your piece, in an uncharacteristic move, no doubt fueled by the copious amounts of wine you’ve both had, Alcina presses her lips into yours. You can’t help but laugh as she kisses you while you both have crackers and jam in your mouths and you feel Alcina smile into the kiss. She places both hands on either side of you on the counter, caging you in and continues to kiss all over your face, jaw and neck. In a fit of laughter, you try to lean back but she wraps her arms around you and pulls you to the edge, her hips slotting perfectly between your legs.

By the time her kisses come to a stop, the two of you are giggling like teenagers and you wrap your arms around her neck as you nuzzle into each other. When you pull back, you still have smiles plastered across your faces and you see the sparkle in Alcina’s eyes. When you’re this close to her, you can really see the crows feet in the corners of her eyes and the delicate smile lines that line her perfectly plump lips. 

Your heart stutters in your chest at the way she looks at you so lovingly. It still amazes you that you were able to melt the heart of the self-proclaimed Ice Queen. There was a time where you weren’t sure if you were ever going to get past the layers and layers of walls she had built up over the years before you met. It took time and patience, but she slowly let her walls come down brick by brick. There were a few times where you thought you were never going to see the real her and you debated on ending the relationship. Alcina always seemed to know when you were reaching that breaking point and even though it was hard and wildly uncomfortable, she tore down a few more walls and let you further in. She showed you the scared girl underneath that cold exterior. The girl that was terrified of having her heart broken again, each time you saw past another wall you melted for her.

There was one time where you were literally walking out the door after an argument over her keeping you at arms length. The only thing that stopped you was the way her voice cracked when she called after you. When you turned around you saw her lips trembling and tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. That night she broke through the rest of her walls and let you completely in. She told you things she’s never told anyone else before. Told you about her childhood, her tumultuous relationship with her family, how they tried to marry her off just to get rid of her. She poured her heart out to you and you knew then and there that no matter what else happened, you were going to be the one that protected her fragile heart from then on.

“What?” Alcina asks as she stares back into your eyes.

“Nothing.” You say as you shake your head. “I just love you so much, Alcina.”

“Și eu te iubesc atât de mult, draga mea.” 

(I love you so much too, my darling)

Alcina takes your wine glass from your hand and sets it down next to hers on the counter. Before you can protest she silences you with a kiss. It starts out soft and slow, but before you know it your kisses become more passionate, more frenzied. Her hands slide from your hips to underneath your ass and you grab the hair at the back of her head with one hand and hook your other arm around her neck.

In one swift movement, Alcina lifts you off of the counter and you squeal into her lips. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around her waist. She carries you up the stairs as if you weigh nothing, and heads into the bedroom. Often times when the two of you get to this stage, since it’s not the first time she’s carried you into the bedroom, Alcina will unceremoniously toss you onto the bed and either pounce on you, or torture you by making you wait. As you brace yourself to be tossed, you’re surprised when her grip on you tightens and she gently lays you down, allowing some, but not all, of her weight to rest on top of you.

Alcina looks at you in the most tender way. Her eyes take in every detail of your face and you can’t help but do the same, admiring her naturally long eyelashes, the blues and grays that swirl in her irises, and her lipstick-free lips that look all too kissable. She brushes a stray lock of hair out of your face before cupping your cheek and capturing your lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. The kiss intensifies when you feel her lick against your lips and you eagerly let her in. More of her weight settles on top of you when you pull her closer, her hips slotted perfectly between your legs. As you’re reveling in the feeling of her on top of you, Alcina takes you by surprise by taking your bottom lip between her lips and sucking on it, drawing out a moan from your lips. She nips at it before letting it go and dives in for a hungrier kiss. You can’t help but roll your hips into her as she claims your mouth, and she groans into the kiss, rolling her hips into you in response. If she was wearing her strap right now she’d be buried to the hilt and the thought sends a shiver down your spine.

Chuckling at feeling you shiver, she rolls her hips into you again and again, a little harder each time. You desperately try to grind into her but there just isn’t enough friction at this angle and you let out a pitiful whine before you can stop yourself. Alcina smiles into the kiss and slows down before pulling away. She rubs her thumb across your eyebrows, softening the furrow that developed between them once she stopped kissing you.

“Do you want your present now, sweet girl?” She asks as her fingers dance across your skin.

“Mhm.” You hum, nodding at her with a smile. 

“As you wish. There are just a few things that need to be done before you get your present.”

“Like what?”

“Well, first things first, this,” she says, tugging at your sweatshirt. “Needs to go.”

Alcina sits back on her heels, giving you space to sit up. Her hands slide under your sweatshirt, letting out a purr when she feels bare skin underneath her fingertips. 

“Nothing underneath? Today must be my lucky day.” She teases.

She helps you pull your sweatshirt up, her hands stopping at the sides of your ribs. You pull it over your head and toss it onto the floor. She guides you to lay back down, each of her hands palming a breast as you fall back into the mattress. Cold fingers send a chill down your spine, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin and your nipples to harden at the touch. Alcina gropes and massages them before squeezing one and dragging her tongue across a hardened peak. A gasp of surprise escapes from your lips and you hum and roll your hips as she mirrors the action on the other side.

Alcina peppers your chest with kisses and small bites, soothing over each sting with her tongue. Once she is satisfied with the marks she left, her fingers hook into the waistline of your sweatpants.

“Next, these need to go as well. May I?”

Your hips roll at the question and you nod your head, not wanting to let her hear the desperation in your voice.

Alcina lets out a tsk.

“Use your words.” She reprimands.

“Yes, god, take them off!”

“Good girl.” She says with a chuckle and she begins to pull your sweatpants down your legs.

Her eyes glow with lust as she pulls them off, realizing you’re bare underneath those as well. 

“And no panties either?” She hums. “You spoil me, draga.”

Your sweatpants are cast away, landing somewhere on the bedroom floor and immediately forgotten about. Alcina takes a moment to admire you sprawled out, naked on the bed before her. A faint flush develops on your cheeks and across your chest as her eyes roam over every inch of your body. 

“Doamne, ești uluitor.” She whispers to herself.

(“God, you are breathtaking.”)

Even though you’re not sure exactly what it was that she said, you feel your flush deepen and you instinctively cover your face with your hands, a sudden bout of shyness overtaking you.

“No, no, don’t hide.” You can hear the smile in her voice as she takes your hands and pulls them from your face, holding them at your sides but not restraining you. “Let me see you, draga.”

You open your eyes to see her gray-blue eyes staring back at you and you can’t help but smile up at her.

“You are so beautiful, my love.” Alcina says before capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

The kiss doesn’t last long before Alcina pulls away and sits back up. Her hands slide down the hourglass of your waist and down your thighs, coming to a rest at your knees.

“Now, there’s one last thing that needs to happen before you get your present, my sweet girl.”

“What?”

Alcina spreads your legs apart, opening you up wide for her.

“I need you absolutely soaked for what I have planned next.” She says as she drags the back of her knuckles up your already dripping slit, just barely nudging your clit. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” You pant. Her thumb brushes over your clit a few times before slowly circling it. “Fuck, yes, I can.” You moan.

“That’s my good girl.” Alcina says before settling herself between your legs.

She teases your clit with her fingers for a few more seconds and just before you become too impatient, she holds you by the back of your knees, spreads your legs wide, and licks a broad strip up your cunt, flicking your clit with her tongue. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out a guttural moan as she repeats the motion over and over again. Just as your legs begin to tremble, Alcina pulls away and removes one hand from your leg. Looking up at her, you see her lips, nose and chin glistening with your arousal and she sucks two of her fingers into her mouth, her eyes never once leaving yours. Heat pools in your belly when she releases her fingers with a pop and they disappear below her. Without taking her eyes off of you, she effortlessly slips them into you. You’re the one who breaks eye contact when she pushes them deep into your pussy and curls them into that spongy spot that makes you see stars.

With your eyes rolling into the back of your head, Alcina nips and licks the inside of your thigh as she gently massages that sweet spot inside. It’s enough to have you moaning her name, but not quite enough to get you where you so desperately want her to take you to. Alcina senses your growing frustration and gently laps at your clit, adding even more pleasure to your body. You don’t feel yourself getting close until she takes the hardened nub between her lips and sucks at it, occasionally flicking her tongue over it. At the first spark of arousal that shoots up your spine, you cry out as your hands grab at Alcina’s head, burying your fingers into her hair.

Just as you’re about to get to the edge, Alcina pulls her fingers out and releases your clit from between her lips. A pathetic whimper leaves your lips and you look down at her in disbelief.

“What-”

“Patience, draga, you can’t come yet.”

“Why not?” You whine.

“Because I said so. Now be a good girl and spread your legs wide. You can take more of me, can’t you, draga?”

“Yes, fuck, please. Fill me.”

“Be careful what you wish for, draga.” She says with a dark chuckle.

Before you can react, Alcina slides three fingers into your cunt and sets a near brutal pace. You collapse back onto the bed with a cry as she fucks you harder and harder. Your legs tremble around her and just as you’re about to reach your peak again, she slows down, taking your impending orgasm with her.

“Fuck!” You cry. “Why?!”

“I already told you, I’m just getting you ready for what’s to come, my love. Patience.”

She thrusts her fingers in and out of you, keeping you right on the precipice of bliss until she’s satisfied with how drenched and stretched out you are. 

After edging you once more, Alcina pulls away all together and sits back up.

“I think you’re ready for your present now, don’t you think?”

“God yes, please!”

“Is my sweet girl's tight cunt all wet and stretched out for me?” She teases as she hovers over you.

“Yes, fuck.” You breathe.

Alcina places a soft kiss on your lips and moves off of the bed and towards the walk-in closet.

“I’ll be back in a second.”

You wait, impatiently, for Alcina to return and when she does, she’s holding a double ended strap-on dildo in one hand, a bottle of lube in the other and a towel slung over her shoulder. The dildo is purple and quite large, both in length and girth; it’s easily one of the biggest toys you own. Now you get why Alcina needed you so stretched and wet.

She sees the excitement in your eyes as she makes her way towards the bed and lets out a low chuckle.

“Are you excited about your present, draga?”

With your bottom lip caught between your teeth, all you can do is mumble “mhm” and nod your head; your eyes never straying from the toy in her hand. Your legs unconsciously open wider for her as she approaches.

Alcina kneels in front of you on the bed and guides you to lay back down before popping open the lube. She coats her end in the lube and makes a show of using two fingers to spread her lips wide. You can already see how wet she is and that her clit is enlarged and puffy. It takes all of your self control to stay where you are and not pounce on her and bury your tongue inside of her. Noticing the look in your eyes, Alcina teases you by slowly rubbing the toy between her lips, letting out tiny gasps as she nudges her clit with the tip. Just as you feel yourself begin to clench around nothing, Alcina slides the toy into her cunt and throws her head back, letting out a satisfied moan.

When she looks back down at you, her irises are all but swallowed by her dilated pupils. Wordlessly, she pops open the lube cap again and this time coats your end in it. You think she’s going to wipe the excess off on the towel but instead, she cups your soaked pussy and spreads the remaining lube all over you. She takes you by surprise when she shoves three fingers deep into you again, making you cry out in pleasure. After a few twists and thrusts, she pulls them out and begins stroking the cock jutting out from between her legs.

“Are you ready, sweet girl?”

“Yes, fuck, please. I need it.”

Alcina lets out a chuckle. “We haven’t even started and you’re already begging for my cock? Such a desperate little slut, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.” You whine.

She takes a moment to admire how turned on and eager you are, her eyes focused on your throbbing pussy and she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Look at you, so wet and clenching around nothing already. Since you’re so desperate, you’re going to be a good girl and take mommy’s whole cock. That’s fine with you, isn’t it, draga?”

“Yes! Please, please give it to me. I’ve been so good.” You let out a whine as Alcina rubs the head of the purple strap up and down your drenched slit, just barely brushing over your clit.

“You have been a good girl for me tonight, so I won’t tease you too badly. Let me get you a little more stretched before I fuck you into the mattress. Is that alright, sweet girl?” She asks as she slowly pushes the head between your lips and past the first ring of muscle. It's deep enough for you to clench around, but not enough to get any pleasure from, just the sensation of the head stretching you out.

You whine and try to rock your hips to get her deeper, but Alcina grabs your legs underneath your knees and spreads you wide, holding you in place.

“You’ve been such a good girl this far, don’t make me punish you this early.”

All you can do is whine in response and try to not squirm on the bed. Finally, Alcina decides to stop teasing you and without warning, sinks the entire length of the strap into you and you let out a strangled cry.

“Fuck, I stretched you out so nicely and you’re still so tight.” She says as her eyes flutter from the pleasure she’s receiving from her end of the strap.

Alcina pulls out and thrusts back into you again, she does this a few more times before she begins to lose her composure and she pushes your knees so far backwards they’re practically at your ears. At this angle, with you so spread, Alcina is able to pull out and fuck you deeper and harder as she sets a pace that causes you to cry out with each thrust.

“Good girl.” She purrs. “Look at you, taking my cock so perfectly. God, I love all of the little noises you make when I fuck you.”

Just as you feel like your orgasm is about to build, Alcina switches her pace and bottoms you out, with her hips flush against you and begins to grind the cock deep into your pussy. A surprised gasp escapes your lips and you whimper each time she grinds into you.

“Oh fuck! Alcina!”

“I know baby, it feels so good doesn’t it? That’s it, keep taking it.”

Outside, the storm begins to pick up. The room is occasionally lit up by the lightning cracking across the sky and the thunder continues to shake the house. But with Alcina being buried so deep inside of you, neither of you give it any attention.

The room is filled with the sounds of both of your moans and cries and the sound of her hips slamming into you over and over again. Alcina lets go of your legs and you wrap them around her, keeping her close. Your arms wrap around her neck and you pull her down into a sloppy kiss of clashing teeth, tongues and noses. She bites down on your lower lip, nearly breaking the skin and you rake your nails down her back as she rails into you over and over again. She cries out from the mixture of pleasure and pain from your nails. One of her hands wraps around your neck, just the way you like it, and she adds a slight amount of pressure to the sides.

“You take my big cock so well. Look at you, such a perfect little fuck toy for mommy, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Fuck.” You whine as your eyes roll back.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me, I can’t wait to make you explode.” She says with what sounds like renewed determination as she switches her strokes to long, hard ones.

The new pattern causes you to arch your back into her, letting out a guttural moan. Her relentless pounding causes your orgasm to build once more, this time much more quickly. As Alcina feels you begin to clench harder and tense around her, she lets out a dark chuckle.

“You’re so close already, I can feel how hard you’re clenching. You want to come so badly, don’t you, my sweet girl?” All you’re able to muster is a whimper and a slight head nod. “Tell me, tell me how badly you want to come.”

“So fucking bad. Please, please don’t fucking stop.”

“Oh, I won’t. I’m nowhere near done with you, draga. Especially not before you give me what I want.”

Knowing what she means, you let out a whine and tightly grasp at the hair on the back of her head. Alcina reaches between your bodies and her thrusts falter for just a moment. Before you can even complain, the cock begins to vibrate inside of you and you cry out for her.

“That’s it, draga, that’s it. Don’t fight it, give it to me my love.” She says in an unexpectedly soft tone, especially given how hard she’s fucking you; but you’re too far gone to really notice.

After a few hard thrusts you’re right on the edge and you can hear how wet you are each time she slams into you.

“Fuck, Alci, fuck, please, please, make me, I’m gonna-”

Before you can finish your ramblings, your orgasm hits you like a bus. Your back arches off of the bed and your eyes roll to the back of your head. A scream rips through your vocal cords as the intense pleasure takes over your body. As Alcina fucks you through it, you feel a rush of liquid between the two of you. Your orgasm gets splattered across your thighs and lower stomach as Alcina’s thrusts continue until your body collapses back onto the bed. She slows her pace and comes to a stop, the strap still nestled deep inside of you as you clench around it while your body trembles from the intensity of your orgasm.

Alcina buries her face into your neck and you feel her panting against you as she catches her breath. When you finally come back into your body, because you’re pretty fucking sure you soul was separated from you for a few minutes, you run your fingers through Alcina’s hair and hold her close.

“Holy shit.” You pant. “That was crazy.”

“That was so fucking hot.” Alcina mumbles into your neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever made you squirt that much before, we’re fucking drenched.”

You let out a breathy chuckle and Alcina presses a kiss into your skin. She sits up and slowly pulls out of you and you whine from the loss.

“Oh hush, don’t think I’m done with you just yet.” She says with a devious smile. “I still have to come.”

“How you didn’t during that is actually insane.”

“I came close a few times, but that’s not how I want you when I do. And as you well know, I usually get what I want.” 

You can’t help but laugh at her arrogance. Does she usually get what she wants? Of course she does. But you have her wrapped so tightly around your finger that more often than not, you get what you want too. 

“Oh? Then how do you want me?”

“Ready for more already?” She asks with an arched brow.

“I will be, I just need a minute.”

Alcina leans down and pulls you into a passionate kiss. Your tongues dance around each other as your hands wander across your bodies. After a couple of minutes, Alcina pulls away and has you flip onto your stomach. She begins to pull your hips up and you get up onto all fours. Before you can get comfortable, you feel Alcina’s strong grip on the back of your head as she pushes you down onto the pillows, face down, ass up.

“Just like that.” She says as she holds your head down and spreads your legs wider.

Even though you’re drenched, Alcina still pops open the lube and coats the toy in it again. Both of you agree, there’s never such a thing as too much lube. Plus, the last thing she wants is to subject you to any kind of friction burn. The two of you have been down that road before and even though it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, it definitely put a damper on the night and kept you out of commission for a couple of days.

She rubs the toy against you a couple of times before slipping it back in. A few slow, long, deep thrusts have you mewling beneath her and you hear her smirk with pride at how easily she can unravel you.

“For my final gift to you tonight,” She says as she keeps her thrusts steady. “You can come as many times as you want.” You let out a satisfied moan that turns into a cry as she thrusts hard into you. “Don’t get too excited, there is a catch.” She says as she returns to her slower pace. “You can come as many times as you want, but I won’t stop until I come. Alright?”

You know if you used your safe word she would stop in an instant. As torturous as the orgasms she forces upon you can be, they’re also other-worldly and there’s definitely a part of you that never wants them to stop, even if you’re a trembling, overstimulated mess.

Eager for her to start, you whine a “mhm” and nod your head. A sharp smack lands on your ass and you yelp both from the surprise and the sting.

“Use your words. Do you understand me?” She says as her tone darkens and the grip on your hair tightens to the point of almost being painful.

“Yes! I can come over and over again and you won’t stop until you come.”

Another sharp slap meets your ass and Alcina immediately soothes it by running her hand over the mark that is definitely starting to develop.

“Good girl. Now be a good little slut and take my cock like the perfect little toy you are.”

Alcina immediately sets a brutal pace, slamming her hips into your ass over and over again. Even if you tried, you wouldn’t have been able to keep the moans and whimpers from slipping through your lips. The grunts coming from behind you as Alcina fucks you spurs you on and you rock back into each thrust, causing her to let out a groan.

“Fuck, good girl.” She says, smacking your ass again. “I love your cunt, taking my cock so perfectly.”

The first orgasm hits you hard and you cry out as you tremble underneath her. It came faster than you were expecting but you’re too blissed out to care that this will inevitably be the first of many orgasms in this position.

Alcina’s pace doesn’t falter or slow down as you come and you whine from the slight overstimulation.

“I told you, draga, I’m not stopping until I come.” She says between pants.

The next two orgasms come one right after the other and you cry out while you shake underneath her. Alcina tightens the grip on your hair and pushes you harder into the mattress while she digs her fingers so hard into your hip there’s no way there won’t be small bruises there later tonight.

You lost count of how many times she made you come by the time you feel yourself losing steam. Her thrusts begin to falter just a bit, signaling she’s getting close. Cracking open one of your eyes, you see Alcina in your peripheral. Her eyes are screwed shut and her lip is caught between her bottom teeth. She tries to keep quiet but you can still hear the small moans and whimpers that escape from her as she gets closer to her release.

With a renewed determination, you slam your hips back into each of her thrusts and she lets out a groan of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, draga, good girl. God, yes!” She says as she throws her head back.

Alcina stops holding back her moans and her thrusts start to lose their rhythm, her low moans and whimpers get higher and higher the closer she gets to her release.

After one high-pitched moan, you can feel the hand in your hair begin to tremble and she releases her grip. Alcina falls forward until there isn’t an inch of room between your bodies, catching herself on her hands that landed on either side of you. She buries her face into your neck and sinks the strap deep into you before grinding down. The closer she gets, the sweeter her moans are when she cries into your skin. With her forehead resting against your cheek, you sink your fingers into her tousled hair, holding her against you.

“Baby, I - I’m gonna -” she whimpers softly into you. “Oh, oh! Oh fuck!”

Her body trembles on top of you and as she fucks herself through her orgasm crying out your name. You hit your peak once more and try to grind back into her as much as you can with her laying on top of you. Your bodies tremble in overstimulation as you both slow down, loud moans and cries softening into quiet whimpers and panting breaths.

The two of you lay there for a couple of minutes as you catch your breaths and come down from your highs.

“I just need a moment and then I’ll get off of you. I’m sorry, I must be crushing you.” She says softly. You can hear the vulnerability in her voice that she lets through only when she’s with you in the privacy of your bedroom.

For someone who is so strong and confident in herself and her body, Alcina also holds many insecurities about her size. She’s learned to accept and embrace the space she takes up, but in quieter moments, she’s opened up about how there are days she hates feeling like a giant. Especially when you’re so small compared to her, with nearly a foot in height difference between the two of you, she often worries about putting all of her weight on you, or afraid she’s going to do something that will hurt you.

She moves to get up and the hold you have on her hair tightens, keeping her against you.

“No, it’s okay, I’m fine.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I like the feeling of your weight on me. It makes me feel safe.” You quietly admit.

“Are you just saying that?”

“Nuh-uh.” You hum. “I promise. I always feel so well protected by you, but when you’re on top of me like this, I feel like nothing in the world can hurt me.” You say as you do your best to nuzzle into her.

It takes a few moments of an inner battle inside of Alcina before you feel her relax, the rest of her weight settling on top of you. After a quick wiggle to adjust so you can breathe, you let out a content sigh and you scratch at your scalp. Alcina snakes her hands underneath you and holds you tight.

You feel something wet on your shoulder just as you hear Alcina sniffle above you.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” The concern in your voice is thick and you try to turn your head towards her as much as you can.

Alcina shakes her head and takes a quivering breath in.

“I’m alright.”

“Baby why are you crying?” This time you try to turn your body a little to get a better look at her but she keeps you pinned in place.

“Thank you.” She whispers.

“For what, honey?”

“For loving me. All of me. You have no idea how much I treasure you.”

“Can I look at you?” You ask.

Alcina nods her head and slowly pushes herself off of you before sliding out the toy still buried in you. As you roll over, Alcina removes her end of the you and tosses it onto the towel at the end of the bed. Stretching your arms out towards her, Alcina crawls into them and you place a kiss at the top of her head, holding her tight.

She sniffles again and you pull back from her and place your knuckles under her chin, raising her gaze to look up at you, as she’s done to you countless times.

“I love you so much. Every inch of you. Every part of you, even the parts you don’t like about yourself, I love them and I always will.”

Looking into her gorgeous eyes, she looks up at you innocently. Alcina may be a lot of woman, but in moments like this you see the young girl she keeps buried inside of her. With all six foot three of her curled into you, you can’t help but cuddle her like she’s your size.

Alcina slides her hand into your hair and pulls you into a deep kiss. It was the kind of kiss that made up for when words failed. The kind that conveyed so much love it made your heart nearly burst.

When your lips part you wipe the trail her tears left behind and she lets out a huff before sitting up and wiping her eyes.

“Ugh, well this wasn’t part of the plan!”

You let out a chuckle while rubbing your hands over her thighs.

“Maybe not, but I do love when you’re soft.” Alcina rolls her eyes at you. “What? I love seeing the soft side of my big, bad, intimidating girlfriend.” You say as you wrap your arms around her waist and rest your chin on her chest, looking up at her. 

Alcina playfully rolls her eyes at you before wrapping her arms around you and pulling you back down onto the mattress. You let out a surprised squeal and laugh as she pulls you down.

“I’ll show you big, bad, and intimidating.” She says, flippantly snapping her teeth at you.

“Oh no, I’m so scared!” You say with almost too much sarcasm in your voice as you laugh.

Alcina scoffs at you.

“Don’t be fresh!” She says as she goes to tickle you.

“No! No, no, no!” You yelp, trying to squirm away from her.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere!”

The two of you end up in a pile of limbs and laughter before she finally gives up on tickling you. The drastic shift of moods tonight has you absolutely wiped but Alcina convinces you to shower with her before going to sleep.

Once you’re both done and ready for bed, you notice the rain has finally stopped and all you hear outside is the sound of frogs croaking in the distance. Alcina holds you against her and kisses your forehead.

“I truly am sorry your plans got rained out today, draga.” She says. “Perhaps we can reschedule what you had planned for next weekend?”

“You really want to do that?”

“Of course I do! You put so much time and effort into it. All of the little details you decided to add, like my favorite foods or my favorite museum, it means so much to me that you wanted to do all of those things with me for our anniversary.”

“Well, yeah. I have fun when you have fun. Besides, it’s not like I get many opportunities to woo you.” You say with a smirk.

Alcina laughs and kisses the side of your head.

“We shall have to remedy that, then.” She puts her fingers under your chin and guides you to look up at her. “Happy anniversary, draga mea. Ai toată inima mea. Te iubesc atât de mult îngerul meu.” (You have my whole heart. I love you so much my angel).

“Happy anniversary, Alcina. I love you.”

[thekiabo99]

Can we get Alcina chasing fast fem reader through the castle (or woods) after the reader gets her worked up and then denies her?

Hi, I love this idea so much! Thank you for your request. I tried to make it as close to the game as possible, hope you enjoy this!

This story includes: fluff, romance, slight hint of sexual themes

Lady Dimitrescu x Fast Fem Reader

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You Have To Catch Me First!

It was a day like any other day, clouds painted the sky as you gazed out of the window and into the courtyard of castle Dimitrescu. You were bored, as you had nothing to do and were currently waiting for your lover to return from the wine room.

She was currently doing some paperwork on the recent sales of her wine, she was always in there and you missed having her around you. Lady Dimitrescu was a very busy lady, having to manage her wine and her daughters constantly, she sometimes had no time to spare for you.

Pulling your attention away from the snow covered courtyard, you decided that you would go pay Alcina a visit. You were feeling mischievous and wanted to see your darling lover, so you decided to make your way to her.

Making your way through the dining hall and into the main hall, you swiftly went up the grand staircase and made your way towards the wine room. Giggling slightly to yourself, you knocked on the door before entering only to see Alcina seated at the small table, writing in what looked like a diary.

As soon as you entered the wine room, Alcina looked to you with a blank expression, clearly thinking you were a maid. Upon seeing you entering, she immediately smiled at you as she placed her pen down. “Hello draga mea, it is so nice to see you” she greeted warmly as she turned to you, beckoning you over to her with her finger as you smiled at her.

“Hello darling, I have missed you recently” you greeted back, moving towards her as she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you up and onto her lap. “Oh, I am sorry draga mea, I have been so busy lately. I did not mean to neglect you” she said, gently nuzzling her head atop of yours as you smiled and hugged her tightly.

“I know how busy you are darling, do not worry. I just miss your touch” you said, eyeing her up as she chuckled slightly. “I am sure you have draga, I know I have missed you” she said, gently moving to kiss your cheek as you smiled warmly at her actions. “You know Alcina… I have been wanting you for a while now” you said, teasingly dragging your hand along her neck as she held back a slight growl.

“Draga… do not tease me. You know I do not have great self control” she said, eyeing you up as you leaned forwards to kiss her. She accepted your kiss as you let her take the lead, enjoying her deep kiss as you held her shoulders slightly. When you parted, she eyed you up as you smirked at her. “Draga, you have no idea what you do to me” she said in a low tone as you dragged your hands down her arms, enjoying the way she bit her bottom lip slightly.

Her fangs stuck out slightly as you laughed slightly, “Do you want me?” You asked, a teasing tone to your voice as she licked her lips slightly. “Mmm, you know I do” she said in a sultry voice, her eyes were on you as you chuckled and abruptly jumped down off her lap.

She raised a curious eyebrow to you as you teasingly licked your lips at her, “If you really want me..” you trailed off as she looked you over. “Draga, what are you doing? Are you going to leave me waiting?” she asked, a hint of annoyance in her tone as you looked to her. “You will have to catch me first if you want me, darling. A true huntress always catches her prey” you teased as she rose from her seat.

“Drags please, let us not waist time. Come to me” she softly demanded as you smirked at her, “Oh, no no no, you have to claim your prize” you teased as she growled slightly.

“Playing games? I do like a good chase…” she said lowly as you moved towards the door, “Come and get me… my dragon” you teased as she instantly came towards you. Whenever you called her your dragon, it always got her riled up and you knew it. Before she could reach you, you swiftly went out the door as you darted towards the grand staircase.

Alcina was quick to follow you, her large size giving her an advantage on you as she strides towards you. Fortunately for you though, you were unlike most humans, for you had a speed advantage on her as you zipped down the stairs at incredible speed.

“Draga, you know I hate it when you run away!” she called to you as you slid down the railing of the stairs. “Come get your prize!” you shouted as she hurried down the stairs after you, an annoyed look on her face.

You moved towards the door which leads to the dining hall as you watched her quickly reach the bottom of the stairs. As she strides towards you, you swiftly go through the door as you hear her groaning at you in annoyance.

You swiftly went to the door at the back of the dining room, the one which leads to the courtyard as you see her duck through the doors to get to you.

You instantly darted out the door as she swiftly followed after you, almost having to run properly as she came out the doors after you. “You have nowhere else to go now Draga… you have cornered yourself” she said lowly as you ran around the central statue, smirking at her as she came down the stairs leading to the courtyard.

“I am not caught yet though, am I?” You teased as she strides towards you, a smirk tugging at her lips as you moved towards the back gates of the courtyard, narrowly avoiding her large hand which tried to grab you.

“Draga, do not dare go into those woods! You know they are not safe” she warned, almost running to get to you as you swiftly climbed over the gate, running towards the woods behind the castle.

“Draga!” You heard her call as you laughed “Come on my dragon, do not let your prey escape!” You teased as she easily opened the gate and ran after you. You went further into the woods as she chased after you, you narrowly ducking under branches and being careful not to trip on anything.

Alcina had no worries though, as she used her claws to cut down any branches in her way. She was gaining on you as you were having to constantly duck under branches.

Eventually, you lost the sound of her footsteps as you stopped near a nearby tree, catching your breath. You looked around for her, hoping she’d appear soon as you began to worry that she had actually lost you. Worry began to take over you as you stepped forwards slightly, “Alcina?” You called out into the woods as you looked around.

There was no answer as you began to panic slightly, the last thing you wanted was for her to be searching all night for you in these woods. “Alcina, my dragon? I am over here!” You called again until you heard a branch snap behind you.

You jumped as you instantly went to turn around but as you did, a large, gloved hand came towards you as you felt yourself being pulled into something. You instantly relaxed when the familiar white dress of Alcina came into your sights, indicating that Alcina had caught you.

“Caught you, Draga” you heard her low voice state as she instantly wrapped her arms around your smaller frame. “Thank god, I was afraid you had lost me” you said, laughing as she lifted you so you were in her arms, preventing you from fleeing.

“Oh, my Draga… you could never lose me that easily. Your scent is one I will follow eternally” she said, lust filled her voice as you smirked at her. “Now… I have caught my prey. Do I get what I want now?” She asked, voice over with love and list as you snickered slightly.

“Hmm, maybe later darling, if I am feeling nice that is. For now, I want to return home and see the girls” you said, loving her agitated expression as she hugged slightly. “All of that chasing for you to deny me? You really are lucky I love you, draga” she mumbled out as you cuddled into her.

As she began to walk back to the castle with you in her arms, you noticed her serious expression as you smiled lovingly at her. “I love you, my dragon” you said as she looked down at you and released a sigh.

“I love you too, Draga. Even when you tease me and then deny me” she said, smiling as you hummed in content.

[izzymissi]

Alcina Dimitrescu taking care of sick S/O Reader (fem) soft and cute short fanfic. REQUESTS OPEN!!

The night air is thick with quiet stillness, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire in the grand hearth of your chamber. Fever tugs at your limbs, leaving you weak and exhausted, every breath heavy and labored. Sleep is fleeting, constantly broken by chills that seem to sink deep into your bones, making it impossible to find comfort.

But then, there’s a warmth—a presence that stands beside you, commanding and familiar. Slowly, you open your eyes, and there she is, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, gazing down at you with a rare softness. Her golden eyes, usually so sharp and intense, are softened with worry as she reaches out to brush her gloved fingers against your cheek.

“Draga mea…” she murmurs, her voice low and full of concern. The endearment, so lovingly spoken, wraps around you like a blanket, and despite your feverish state, you feel yourself relax beneath her touch. “Why did you not tell me you were feeling unwell?”

You try to respond, but the words fail you. Her expression softens even further, a gentle smile curving her lips as she shushes you tenderly, bringing her fingers to rest against your lips. “Hush, darling. No words are needed. I am here now, and I shall care for you.”

She moves with a grace that belies her towering stature, her gown whispering across the floor as she kneels by your bedside. Alcina leans in close, her face only inches from yours, and you feel her breath—warm, steady, calming—fan against your fevered skin. One hand settles gently on your forehead, and she frowns, her thumb brushing softly over your brow. “You’re burning up, my love,” she says, her voice laced with concern. “You shouldn’t be alone like this.”

You close your eyes, her touch bringing an unexpected sense of relief. Her other hand finds yours beneath the covers, and she lifts it to her lips, pressing a feather-light kiss to your knuckles. She holds your gaze as her lips linger, a soft, unspoken promise in her eyes. “Tonight, I will not leave your side,” she whispers. “I’ll stay here, draga mea, until you are well again.”

With surprising tenderness, she slips off her gloves, revealing long, elegant fingers that are unexpectedly soft as they cradle your face. She presses her cool palm to your forehead, her touch bringing a soothing relief to the fever’s heat, and she hums softly, a melodic, soothing sound that echoes gently through the room.

“Poor thing,” she whispers, her voice soft and laced with affection. Her thumb brushes over your cheek, tracing gentle circles that lull you into a sense of calm. “You work so hard, always looking after me, and yet you won’t let me return the favor.” She sighs, shaking her head slightly, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I suppose I shall have to be more persistent.”

Alcina’s fingers drift down, tracing a line along your jaw before coming to rest on your chin. Her gaze never leaves yours as she leans in, so close that her lips are mere inches from yours. “Let me take care of you, my love,” she murmurs, her voice barely more than a whisper. She presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, her lips warm and lingering.

The kiss sends a wave of warmth through you, gentle and comforting, yet there’s a hint of something more—a tenderness that takes your breath away. She pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, her own gaze dark with emotion. “You mean the world to me, darling,” she murmurs, her fingers stroking the side of your face. “I would move mountains to see you well again.”

Her lips return to yours, a soft, lingering kiss that is both reassuring and passionate, her hands cradling your face as if you are something fragile and precious. Each kiss is tender and slow, as if she is savoring every second, pouring her love into each brush of her lips.

When she finally pulls away, her gaze is filled with a fierce protectiveness. “I won’t allow anything to harm you—not illness, not even this fever.” She reaches for a cool cloth, wringing it out with a surprising delicacy before placing it gently on your forehead. Her movements are careful, precise, as if any sudden motion might cause you pain.

“There,” she murmurs, her fingers stroking over your temples. “Just relax, my love. Let me hold you.”

Gently, Alcina sits on the edge of the bed, slipping her arms around you and pulling you close. She rests your head against her shoulder, her long fingers threading through your hair in slow, calming strokes. Her other hand rubs soothing circles along your back, and the steady rhythm of her touch lulls you into a sense of peace.

“You know, I cannot bear the thought of you suffering,” she whispers, her voice soft yet filled with intensity. “You are my heart, draga mea. I would give anything to see you happy and well.” She presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, her lips lingering as if the touch alone could drive the fever from your body.

The heat of your fever fades slightly under her touch, replaced by the warmth of her embrace. You find yourself leaning into her, breathing in the scent of her perfume—rich and intoxicating, filling your senses and grounding you. Her hand moves to cup your cheek, tilting your face up so she can look into your eyes. “Do you know how precious you are to me?”

Her voice is barely a whisper, but the depth of her affection is unmistakable. She leans in, capturing your lips in another kiss, slow and unhurried. Her lips move against yours with a tenderness that takes your breath away, each kiss deeper, more consuming, as if she is pouring her very soul into you.

As she pulls away, her golden eyes search yours, and she smiles—a rare, genuine smile that softens her normally sharp features. “There is nothing I would not do for you,” she whispers. “You are my beloved, my light.”

She presses another kiss to your forehead, then to each cheek, her lips lingering as if she can heal you with each touch. “Sleep now, my love,” she murmurs, her hand smoothing over your hair. “Rest, and know that I am here, watching over you.”

Cradled in her arms, wrapped in her warmth and love, you feel your body finally begin to relax. The fever’s grip loosens under her touch, and as her fingers continue their soothing caress, you find yourself drifting into a peaceful sleep, comforted by the knowledge that you are safe in her embrace.

[inlovewithgreta]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Kinktober 2023 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Week Two: body worship/massage

Oiled Up - Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Alcina started feeling needy during her weekly massage session with you.

Other Warnings: praise, eating out, etc…

Word Count: 2k

Taglist: @enchantressb @shslbunnylover @aemilia @bellatrixsbrat @finnja555

Translations:

*draga mea: my darling

*îngeraș: angel

*zeița mea: my goddess

*eşti frumoasă: you are beautiful

*dragoste: love

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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"Mmm, I love how good you are with your hands, draga mea," Alcina admitted as you kneaded at her meaty thigh.

'My darling’, you couldn't help the deep shade of blush that snuck onto your cheeks at her words. She knew exactly how to get you flustered. You had been her personal maid for weeks now, and she could read you like the back of her hand. It was just too easy. You were the only maid whose eyes not once glanced in her direction as she changed at her vanity, blushed each and every time she called you a term of endearment, and treated her body like she was a national treasure each time you gave the woman her weekly massages.

And to you she was exactly that. A treasure. The kind of treasure that deserved to be treated with the best care possible.

"Only the best for you, my lady," you gave the woman a small smile.

"Alcina," she corrected you. "You're the only one who's seen me naked, the least you could do is call me by my first name." She smirked to herself when noticed your blush grow deeper.

"I–" Words were unable to form as your focus from your task wavered. Had you truly been the only one to see her bare form? With the way she was so carefree about undressing in front of you, there was no possible way you could be the only one. But the truth is, you were.

She trusted you. Trusted you with caring for her. Trusted you with treating her the way she had always yearned to be treated. Other maids were scared of her, but you, you never feared her. You adored her. Everything about her was perfect to you, and she could see that admiration in your eyes each and every time you glanced her way.

"You seem surprised..." she noted the shocked look on your face with curiosity.

"No!" you immediately caught onto the subtle change of tone. "You–you're just so...beautiful, and I just thought–"

"Beautiful.." she chuckled to herself. "I wondered when you would admit your attraction to me. That was easier than I thought."

"What?" you returned your gaze back to her, hands still kneading at her soft milky skin.

"Do you think I haven't noticed the way you look at me? And the way you touch me?"

"I'm so sorry if I've made you uncomfortable–" you went to remove your hands but Alcina was quick to grab at your wrist to keep you from moving.

"I find it quite adorable actually. The way you try not to look at or touch my breasts, and avoid making any contact between my legs when you give me my massages. Here I am lying here naked, giving you full access to my body and you go completely red the second you get near my chest or my cunt." She licked her bottom lip with a deeper smirk than before, purposely dragging your palm up her body. "I know you want to feel me. To play with me. And if you truly think I'm beautiful..prove it."

Alcina had wanted you just as much as you did her, and in this moment it all made sense. The little pet names, the smiles she would only give to you, the gentle touches she would give you here and there all finally connected. She had been giving you clear signs since day one. She wanted.. no, she needed more from you.

She let go of your wrist once your body was leaning over hers, and your hand was hovering over her right breast. Your left hand was shaky while the other one had rested along her soft stomach to keep you from falling on top of her.

"Touch me, iubi. All of me." Alcina nodded her head, reassuring you even more than she was okay with you touching more of her than you ever have before.You hand finally falling to her chest, gently gliding across her firm chest, fingers lightly grazing over her hardened nipple that sent shivers down her spine.

"Just like that, draga." She cooed.

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip when you pinched her nipple and heard a quiet blissful moan from Alcina. Her little noises and praising words helped relax you, making you more comfortable with your actions.

"You're so beautiful, Alcina." You admitted, crawling higher up her body to be face to face with the woman.

The corners of her lips turned upright at your sweet words, easily telling that by the look on your face, you were telling the truth.

"You have the most perfect smile I have ever seen," your fingers trailed along her faint smile lines, "you say you need to look more youthful, but I say you're already perfect in every way...and I do plan on proving it to you, if you'll let me."

Although she had already told you that she wanted you, you still needed to hear her say it again, wanting her to be sure of what she was doing before you started, knowing you were going to get lost in the moment.

"Touch me. Taste me. Do whatever you want to me, draga mea. I am yours. All yours." Her manicured fingers grabbed at your jaw, pulling you impossibly close so her lips could engulf yours in a fiery kiss.

Her lips were full and soft to the touch, and they were exactly how you imagined they would be. Your hands freely played with her nipples, pinching and pulling at the hardened buds to elicit more explicit noises from the woman beneath you. You massaged her breasts as you played with her, not straying from your previous task.

Your lips left hers after your body begged for air, but refused to leave her body as you gave her nose the sweetest of kisses that scrunched ever so slightly at the unexpected gesture.

"Tell me every thought that is going through that pretty head, draga." She stated as she grew curious after the little pecks you gave to her smile lines.

"You have the most beautiful face I have ever laid eyes on. The way your eyes gleam when the light shines on them at just the right angle. Your nose that scrunches every so often. Those smile lines that form when your lips turn upright. You're truly remarkable, Alcina. And that's not all..."

The woman's heart fluttered in her chest at your words. She loathed the aging lines that formed along her face, but your words had her rethinking everything.

"This neck... oh how I've been wanting to leave my mark on it." You mewled, sucking prominently along her pulse point that had the woman sigh in contentment.

She was going to listen to every word that spewed from your mouth. Truly listen to every word, every detail, every syllable that you decided to share with her, knowing you meant every bit of it.

"This chest. Words can't even describe how badly I've been wanting to touch it. To kiss it. To cherish it." You placed kiss after kiss along her large breasts. "The roundness, the fullness, the way they sit perfectly on your chest, with and without support. You're truly a work of art." You admitted, before pulling a pink nipple between your lips.

Alcina's fingers roamed your luscious locks, sweetly combing the hair away from your face so she could keep seeing you and the loving look you held in your eyes. Your oiled covered fingers slid down her elongated torso, leaving Alcina squirming beneath you once you reached the faintly ticklish spot just above her hips.

After kissing your way across her chest, instead of swirling your tongue around her other nipple, you decided to focus on the widespread veins that were prominently shown around her racing heart while your hands kneaded at her outer thighs.

“Your heart.. The same heart you say is the home of a monster, but I think otherwise. This is the heart that saved me. The heart that gave me a home. The same heart that is beating in sync with my own as I kiss along every possible inch of you. You’re a Goddess, Alcina… Zeița mea.”

You placed numerous kisses down her torso, past her navel, and across her hip bones that protrude ever so faintly from her body. “These hips.. I’ve admired their shape. The perfect curvature of your body is truly remarkable. I can’t help but bask in your beauty.” You nipped at her flesh, forcing an audible moan past Alcina’s crimson colored lips.

Deft fingers fell to her inner thighs, spreading her wide-open for you to nuzzle between her legs. “Don’t even get me started on your thighs, ‘Cina. All I’ve ever thought about was how much I’ve longed to be between them. For them to squeeze around me as I pleasure you with my tongue.” You licked a small trail up her thick thigh towards her glistening center.

“Keep going, draga.” Alcina encouraged you with a soft smile and an eager tug to your now messy locks.

“Eşti frumoasă” You whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. Your hot breath in contrast to her cold, wet cunt had her bite down on her bottom lip as she shivered in anticipation.

Your eyes glanced up as you flattened your tongue along her folds, Alcina’s face was barely noticeable behind her large breasts. Eyes darted to her hardened nipples, and you couldn’t help the moan that fell past your lips at not only the view in front of you, but the first tangy taste of her along your tongue.

Alcina was quiet, and you worried you weren’t pleasing her, but the hand behind your head pushing you harder against her aching cunt was more than enough to reassure you.

You held a firm grip to her thighs, keeping her legs spread as your tongue swirled around Alcina’s swollen, sensitive clit.

“You taste so fucking good,” you moaned.

You took your time with her, alternating between flicking and sucking her throbbing clit until you found the movements that forced an audible moan from her.

Her grip in your hair tightened as you built her up, keeping your focus entirely on her clit. Lewd noises filled the room as you ate her out, occasionally slurping her cunt.

Alcina was panting, feeling herself falling closer and closer to the edge. Her heart was racing, the same heart she had told you from the start that beated for nobody. But here it was, running wild all for you.

“Draga mea, don’t stop— please don’t stop…”

The sound of her begging, something the woman never did, had you rubbing your thighs together. You had her right where you wanted her. 

Her walls were crumbling down to the point where she could let herself go. Her usual stoic and confident demeaned going down the drain, and instead being replaced with vulnerability and neediness.

“I’m so close,” she breathed out. “I’m going to come, draga! Don’t stop, don’t stop…” Her thighs threatened to close around you, and you let them. Meaty thighs wrapped around your head, keeping you tightly between her legs. Your air was restricted, but you didn’t let that stop you. Your pace was rapid, rough, and Alcina couldn’t help the expletives that flew from her mouth.

“Let go, zeița mea. Come for me.” Your tongue swirled tightly around her clit, ensuring to put pressure on her sensitive bud to completely unravel her.

Her long back arched from the bed, large veiny breasts lifting high in the air as Alcina came with a loud sinful, toe curling moan. You kept with your movements as you could feel your own wetness drip down your thighs, allowing Alcina to feel euphoric for as long as possible.

You sucked and slurped at her tangy cunt, licking up every last drop of her orgasm. Her thighs shook as they let go of your head, allowing you more access to air. “Okay, okay, dragoste.” She whimpered, pulling you gently up by your hair. You licked your lips with a pleased hum, and Alcina couldn’t stop herself from pulling you straight up to her to engulf you in a needy kiss.

She let out her own pleased moan as she tasted herself along your tongue while her lipstick smudged and colored your own lips in a deep crimson. 

“Well, did I prove it, zeița mea?” you smiled against her lips.

Alcina couldn’t help but chuckle at your words, and she knew she had to admit her first defeat.

You cupped her flushed cheeks while bright golden eyes gazed at you longingly. You squeezed her cheeks ever so slightly as you gave the tip of her nose a gentle peck, forcing her skin to scrunch at the contact.

“Eşti frumoasă, Alcina.. The most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on, I will say it again and again, and prove it to you as many times as I have to until you believe it yourself.” You admitted with a kind smile. “Zeița mea, my Alcina, I will worship you until the end of time.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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hey can we get headcanons for the girls and maybe donna for an s/o that doesn’t drink? (#sobergang) the girls’ whole livelihood is on the vineyards and wine business, so i feel like it’d be

“oh no thanks, I dont drink.”

“oh its okay there isnt any blood in this wine its safe for you :)”

“no… babe I dont drink”

:0 *shocked pikachu face*

and for donna im leaning into fanon she’s italian and wine is big in their culture

Absolutely! Awhh, our darling Donna in here, too! :)

Let’s get into it🙌

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Bela

Now, Bela is by far not an alcoholic

And despite how she practically worships her mother and attempts to be just like her, she doesn’t drink nearly as much wine as her

That being said, though, she drinks the most out of the three sisters

Unlike Cassandra and Daniela, she doesn’t drink it purely for the blood, either

She genuinely enjoys the taste of it

Her family being the one to produce the many different bottles and flavours of wine, she’s quite proud of their unique tastes, too

They have the sweetest of wines and those containing blood, rare, expensive wine and one that is more affordable, yet earns them a more stable income

At work, she usually has a glass of wine with her, tainted with blood

The blood helps her concentrate

The wine helps her keep her calm around the incapable fools around her

Mother wouldn’t approve if she slaughtered them all for their stupidity…

Another glass is served to her at breakfast, though it yet again serves rather to strengthen her, and as an alternative to drinking straight from someone’s neck

On some lucky days, you allow her to do just that, too though

To curl up with you, to mount you and grind down on you while she feeds, to moan at the delicious taste of your blood as it hits her throat

You feel dizzy each time, but never bad, and she always cares for you after

Lunch is shared by the two of you only

Sometimes in her office, at other times in her room or in the castle gardens, should the weather allow it

Today, you’re in luck

You sit out by the gardens, surrounded by the beautiful flowers and their refreshing smell

Bela has her usual glass of wine, whereas you occasionally sip from a glass of water- cleaner than all the water at the village, certainly- as you talk

You love this part of the day

You get to tell her about your day, she tells you of hers

It’s just the two of you, no worries can reach you

You watch as she drinks, still talking and telling her about a story you picked up among the maids today

Some newcomer or so, nothing too interesting to Bela, but you appreciate that she’s still listening to all the gossip you have to share with her

And even as you talk, your eyes are fixated upon her lips

The glass touches them gently, the soft things set on its rim as wine is poured into her mouth

Some escapes her and briefly passes her lips, but she pulls the glass away and her tongue darts out fast, catching the lost drop

You don’t even notice that you’ve been staring, nor that you’ve stopped talking

“Would you like some, draga?”, she asks, then, her arm outstretched so the half-drunken glass is right by your face

This close you can smell its sweetness

You almost chuckle. Bela has always liked sweet wine, the fruity flavor, the elegance of it

You shake your head at her offer, though

“Oh, no thank you, darling. I don’t drink”, you refuse politely

For a moment, she sends you a confused look

You watch her sniff the wine first, then take another sip, before the glass is held out for you again

“It’s the regular kind. I promise, there’s no blood in it”, she hums, then

You can’t help but chuckle lightly, even as you feel your face flush with warmth

You explain, you don’t drink

“At all?”, is her first reaction

You almost giggle again

For someone so smart, so experienced even, her question is adorably naive

Upon hearing your answer, she’s visibly shocked

She isn’t upset by any means, she’s just- surprised

Her family’s wine is a delicacy, especially in the village. A privilege. It’s very uncommon for someone to not jump at the opportunity to drink it

She sips from her glass again, and you practically see the gears turning in her head

She realises- she has never seen you drink any of her wine before, nor any other type of alcohol

When you pick up the conversation with more gossip around the castle, it’s like the entire interaction didn’t happen

You don’t bring it up again, nor does she

Still, the next day, at your lunch date, you notice she has a glass of wine, and a glass of water

With a smile, she offers it to you

“Would you like some, draga?”

You giggle. How could you refuse?

Cassandra

Cassandra isn’t the biggest fan of wine

Sure, she’ll have it, but it barely has any effect on her. She’s mostly in it for the blood

Sometimes, you find her drink wine randomly just like it’s water

She doesn’t seem to mind and it has no effect on her at all, aside from a small speed and strength boost the blood seems to offer her temporarily

Due to the fact she only drinks wine with blood in it, though, she has never offered you any

This changes when, one day, the two of you stop by the kitchens on the way to the basement

It’s not unusual by any means. Cassandra loves to pick up some snacks beforehand

Especially when she plans on taking you to her laboratory, her own little room in the castle’s basements

Sometimes, you allow her to take you out on a date there

While you occasionally hear a prisoner’s screams, the privacy the two of you share down there is beautiful

Her sisters can’t interrupt you, no worries can reach you

It’s her own little sanctuary, and she chooses to share it with you

It’s an honor

This time, she slips a bottle of wine with her, whereas you take some bread and the raw, chopped meat she likes so very much

And she does, popping one in her mouth every once in a while as she listens to you

She loves this!

Today, especially, as she sits as if enthralled, listening to you talk about blades and demonstrating their uses, counting the pros and cons to each

Clearly, the research you’ve done to impress her has paid off

You know, she’s considered getting a new blade after all, despite not being sure which one just yet

Your vast knowledge and list of swords, daggers, axes, maces, even bows has her intruiged

As she watches you, she takes a few sips from the wine bottle set on the table with you

She hums at the taste before popping another meat cube in her mouth

Not bad at all, certainly, though she finds it lacks the flavor of blood

As you keep talking, and she keeps drinking, she eventually offers the glass to you

You shake your head, getting out a quick “No thank you” before your rant about blades from medieval times continues on

She tilts her head a little at you

Waiting for you to finish your sentence, she holds up the wine glass again

“There’s no blood in it, I made sure”

Her sweetness strikes you for a moment. And still, it doesn’t quite tempt you into drinking

“Oh, I don’t drink”, you clarify instead

Her eyes are set on you

“At all?”, she asks

You nod

She shrugs, then; “Okay”

You watch her as she gets up wordlessly, setting the bottle aside by another table

She downs the glass in one go, then- to your surprise- retrieves water

Never have you seen her drink that before

When she sits again, she gestures for you to continue

Still, your rant is quickly interrupted by your giggles when she takes a sip

Her face turns sour, a mix of a frown and pout on it as she spits the water back in the glass and sticks her tongue out

“This has no flavor at all!”, she complains, throwing another meat cube in her mouth

You can’t help but laugh at her

Again, your rant it interrupted for a moment, and you laugh loudly when she swarms off and returns with the glass filled with fresh blood

To each their own, you suppose

Daniela

She likes to drink wine, really, having somewhat grown up with it

Ever since reaching a stage in her life in which she could control herself- her blood lust, her feelings, her emotions- easily, she was allowed to taste not only the blood of servants and prey, but also the finer taste of her family’s rich and infamous bottle: sanguis virginis

From then on, Daniela’s been somewhat addicted to the sweetness it adds to the blood

She wishes it wouldn’t come with the price of killing the blood’s host

You’d make such a fine bottle…

But even so, Daniela has appreciated the many flavors of the many different bottles of wine her family produces

While she never has too much-

not that it would matter, seeing as wine barely has any effect on her anyway

- she likes to sip from a glass of rich wine from time to time when she reads

She finds it gives her class, and keeps her throat nice, warm and most of all; not dry

You’re sure this prevents many from being slaughtered by her

This being said, Daniela is always quick to offer you a taste, too

She wants to share with you, after all

And still, she doesn’t feel upset when you decline her offer

Despite her rather energetic, delusional and eager personality, Daniela would never push you when you’re feeling uncomfortable about something

Besides, she isn’t overly in tune with what humans may and may not eat and drink

She trusts your judgement

More for her, she supposes

She never really paid much mind to it, to the fact you’re not drinking. Even she doesn’t drink when she isn’t in the mood for it

Then, one day, it seems it’s revealed to her

You’re in bed with her, curled up in the sheets together

Your neck is aching, throbbing where her sharp teeth dug in mere minutes ago

She’s licked all the blood from you and is now curled up at your side, clutching your arm

Her flies buzz calmly, so much so it nearly sounds like she’s purring contentedly

You feel so happy, so calm

And still, her wet lips and the memory of her drinking from you has you feel somewhat guilty

Her family’s business is wine..she likes wine…and yet you haven’t as much as tasted it once

And the worst of it, to you?

She doesn’t even know…

“Dani?”

She hums in return, but when no answer follows, sits up slightly to look at you, despite her comfortable place at your neck

You decide, if somewhat spontaneous, you must tell her

“I don’t drink”, you whisper

She frowns in confusion

Then, she giggles, her nose scrunching up so adorably, you can’t help but smile

“You can’t drink my blood, silly”, she giggles

You almost whimper. No, that wasn’t what you meant

“No, love”, you coo

You explain again, this time she seems to understand a

And yet- she doesn’t get angry at all, or sad. She simply doesn’t understand why it bothers you

“Don’t worry, Cassie doesn’t drink either!”, she insists

You wonder if she lies to make you feel better or because she genuinely believes her older sister doesn’t drink aside from the blood wine that strengthens them all

Either way, though, it can’t help but make you feel better

You squeeze her tight, chuckling when she buries her face back in your neck

You love her so incredibly much

Donna

You don’t see her drink much outside of mealtimes, really

Therefore, you wouldn’t call her much of a drinker, much less an alcoholic

Though, you know wine is a part of her culture and something she generally enjoys, given the right time and combination with something else

She loves her usual with her meals, or mixed into some of it

It’s somewhat rare she uses it in her cooking, though, often opting for having it herself only

If you didn’t know better, you’d think she knows you don’t drink and isn’t sure whether this applies to wine used in cooking, too

If only you knew..

Of course, she picked up on it early on

Being quiet and having quite many dolls set up to give her multiple perspectives, Donna is not only great at reading people, but is very perceptive too

Now, she doesn’t know for sure, of course

She only knows she hasn’t ever seen you drink before, at any occasion

At the same time you’ve never actively said a thing, and have never asked her not to drink

This leaves her a little confused, admittedly, but just in case, she doesn’t add any alcohol to your drinks or meals

You haven’t quite picked up on that yet, or at the very least haven’t connected the dots just yet

You feel a little nervous though, not drinking when you know she enjoys herself a glass-

or even two, if she’s in the right mood

- at dinner

Today, it’s no different, when the two of you sit comfortably at the dining table

With Angie off to the side playing with some of the other dolls, you at last have Donna all to herself

You grin happily as she talks, her voice raspy and quiet from her lack of use to it, but slowly becoming more confident each day

As she talks, she occasionally tips the glass of wine to her lips

You envy the drops of wine making their way past her soft, bitten lips and inside her mouth

The food the two of you share is warm and comforting

She talks of how it reminds her of home, and you can’t help but think how nice it is to share a home with her, now

To be her home

With her glass set back on the table, she reaches across to hold your hand

You feel her squeeze it and give her softer, skilled hand a gentle squeeze back

Her voice, though soft and low, catches you a little off guard

“There is something I have been wanting to ask you, fiore, if now is a good time?”

You hum, then nod at her, then, because you can’t help yourself, add a verbal answer as well

“Of course, my love”

She looks as though she’s pondering on how to phrase her upcoming question, her dark eye set on the table, then flickering back to your face

“I’ve been curious; do you not enjoy the wine I serve with the food? I assure you, it’s one of Alcina’s best, and I can assure you there’s no blood in it”

You’re not entirely sure what to say at first

“Well?”, Angie pipes in, her shrill voice a sharp contrast to Donna’s

You jump at her voice, then giggle a little when Donna gently shushes the doll

You know, she doesn’t mean to rush you. Her body language and silence imply patience

You automatically squeeze her hand again, feeling your body heat up a little

“It’s not that I don’t enjoy your wine or cooking!”, you quickly reassure her

Then, when no answer comes from her, you reveal;

“I just, don’t think”, you whisper

You don’t expect her to be mad. You know she wouldn’t, won’t, be

You just don’t want her to think you don’t like her wine, specifically

As always, she understands, though

She sends you a soft smile

“Would you like to try some juice, then? The berries from the garden will soon be ready for harvesting”

Your wide smile matches hers

“I would love that”

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They are busy busy business ladies. Alcina runs the Dimitrescu Vineyard and often encounters all of the complexities that come with owning a company, while Larissa runs Nevermore and deals with her own pile of tasks each day. They’re fiercely independent like that, but even the strongest, tallest, most intelligent businesswomen have to find solace somewhere. In this case, it’s found in each other… and in you.

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ʚ♡ɞ Larissa’s top two love languages are Gift Giving and Quality Time. Physical Touch is a close third. She hates not spending time with both of you and does whatever she can to free up her schedule. It’s difficult, but she manages because you two are worth it. And date nights, vacations, even little trips to town are the things that keep her happy and smiling. She’s always the first to suggest you all go somewhere, and even if you or Alcina are especially tired, you fall prey to her big glittering blue eyes. As soon as her face falls and she starts to pout, Alcina makes a show of covering your eyes and her own with her hands.

“Oh draga (darling in Romanian) don’t look now. She’ll tempt us. Drag us off to Hell. She’s utterly insatiable.” And you’ll giggle while Larissa’s expression falls sharp and her eyebrow ticks up. “Hell? You don’t think I’m an angel?” And Alcina can only roll her eyes before pushing you off to grab your jersey while she swipes an arm around Larissa’s waist and brings her into a kiss. “You are an angel. Sometimes.” “And other times?” They both grin. “The most wicked devil I know.”

Her gifts are also always from the heart. Very sentimental, like a well-written card, or a niche thing from the Jericho antique shop that she thinks you’d like. For Alcina, it could be a very ornate wine opener, and for you it could be an old broach or a locket big enough to put a picture of your family in.

ʚ♡ɞ Alcina’s top two love languages are Gift Giving and Physical Touch. Acts of Service is a close third. The truth is, she has a lot of money. A lot. Like a lot. And she is eager to show it off and spoil you two. Now Larissa is just as proud a woman, and enjoys her freedom and independence to pick out her own wardrobe, but Alcina can’t help herself. Larissa returned home one time and Alcina instantly rushed in to wrap a beautiful Parisian fur coat around her shoulders. It was the perfect size, the perfect length. Larissa wears it every winter, even if she told Alcina that she didn’t have to. It came with matching gloves, but Larissa slips those onto your hands so you two can match when you go out together. And as for yourself, her special little darling, she’ll seek out the things you’ve mentioned (even in very brief passing) that you liked. Oh that cute little trinket you saw in an Instagram advertisement? Suddenly it’s on the kitchen island waiting for you with a little note from ‘Yours, ~ A. D.’ - She signs her initials like that every time. You and Larissa keep them in a hidden box. It’s nearly full.

And I don’t think it really comes as a surprise when I say Alcina is a big admirer of physical touch with her loved ones. She is fiercely protective and vain, so she adores showing you off as the two women on her arm, but if someone stares for a little two long, her gaze burns her through sunglasses. The bright gold always startles normies. So this usually means she walks in the middle of you two whenever you’re out, with both of you on each arm. But if Larissa’s the one who is treating you all, she walks in the middle and struts around proudly.

ʚ♡ɞ You wanted to do it one time, just to see what it was like, and you looked like a young woman with your lesbian mothers. It was very embarrassing. They teased you HEAVILY. Every shop you went into, it was always “Oh what about this sweetheart? Do you want this for your room? Right next to your diploma?” Or “Oh this frame would be perfect. We could put it with your school pictures love, what do you think?” - You got so frustrated and flustered that you walked right off and it took them 5 minutes to realize you had literally walked away further down the street. Alcina scented you out and came to find you in a perfume store, trying to hide your smell. When they got there, you glared until they agreed they’d never do it again (but sometimes it slips in when they’re feeling wicked).

ʚ♡ɞ Now of course that does lead to power dynamics- which are very much a thing in this relationship. When it comes to Alcina Dimitrescu’s involvement, there will always be power dynamics. She is very not normal about her control issues, but that’s okay. You love her anyway. And Larissa learns to accept that it is both a blessing and a curse. She has to spend a lot of her own days in control, but it’s not necessarily by choice all the time. Before you two, she was very lonely and had to compensate with work, but now that she is with you, she has the opportunity to relinquish some of the control and responsibility that comes with the job. Thank goodness Alcina is all too eager to pick up the slack.

ʚ♡ɞ In terms of personality dominance, those two definitely take the cake. It is, to an extent, a good cop bad cop dynamic, but they do agree on a lot of things. Like they agree you’re adorable. And beautiful and handsome. And that they want you. In many more ways than one. And also they agree that giving you your privacy is just as important as having their own. The last thing they want to do, especially Alcina, is to infantilize you. In the beginning, Larissa had to sit Alcina down for a very difficult discussion to explain her own behavior to herself. She pointed out that Alcina sort of suffocated you a bit, which was true. She was quite controlling—always wanting to be by your side, always preparing you for the worst. CLEARLY she has some trauma, but you get through it. Alcina is eternally grateful that Larissa felt confident enough to speak to her. Past partners have been forced into submissive silence by their own fear because Alcina is such a strong force of a woman. She is very loving, but can be harsh.

ʚ♡ɞ Larissa, on the other hand, is a doting lover. She texts your group chat every free second she gets. Sends you a picture of her meal in the privacy of her office to thank you for making lunch. You always respond with hearts or suggest the three of you call while you go about your lunch hour. She suggested you three try syncing up the time so you could see each other and spend a bit more time together - seeing as you all get home rather late sometimes. Alcina joins the call a bit later but greets you with warm hellos and asks how her “Sweet girls” are doing. Larissa is also the type to buy flowers. She adores them. Some people think it’s silly because they’ll just die if not taken care of, but she doesn’t think so. She comes home with bouquets in hand to make up for a stressful week or a particular stretch of time in which you three can’t see each other often. If Alcina goes away on a business trip, she’ll welcome her back with black roses and so many red kisses that the poor woman almost falls over. If you’re stumbling through the door at midnight after a long day doing whatever it is you do (I’m thinking business analyst or perhaps even owning your own shop), then she waits up and gives you a little single rainbow rose still in the plastic because she knows you like the novelty of it. Oh and kisses too of course.

ʚ♡ɞ That being said, you’re sort of the morally grey cop in the cop dynamic. Rarely do any of you do something to truly piss each other off or upset each other, but it does happen. If you somehow upset Alcina, Larissa sits you down for a chat while Alcina rants in the background. Alci is very passionate and does have a temper, but for all of her bluster and bark, a quick “Alcina, sit” from Larissa has her growling, rubbing her temples, and taking a seat in the living room with you two. From that point on, it’s only a matter of discussion. Alcina has a habit of keeping her feelings to herself until she blows up, but Larissa is very preemptive. She KNOWS such habits amongst you all could possibly ruin your relationship, so she tries her hardest to keep the peace. You and Alcina argue, but Larissa talks you through it until the calm is restored.

ʚ♡ɞ If they piss you off or upset you, you have a very difficult time talking to them about it. You’re a soft-hearted person for them and the last thing you want is to cause a rift, but if you don’t come to them about it first, they WILL find out. Your two lovers are extremely intelligent and very observant. Alcina can tell something is off by the slightest falter in your beating heart and Larissa can tell something is off if you speak a single word in a different tone. To them, you are an open book. And they know that they’re intimidating at times. Larissa is a sweetheart, yes, but her irritation is brutal. And Alcina is… Alcina. So it can be (understandably) quite hard. That’s why you’ve taken to texting them before they get home, asking them to chat in the living room or the bedroom. And if not that, then you speak to them separately. You go to their offices, sit and sort it out as best you can, and then the three of you regroup later. It’s the healthiest option…… but it doesn’t always work. You can get very insecure being with these two literal otherworldly women, so sometimes you just shut down instead. Hide within your thoughts and occupy yourself until you can’t anymore. It happened once where you were so upset and anxious that you stayed at your office and fell asleep. Larissa and Alcina were shit scared. They went searching for you there of course, and Alcina carried you to the car before Larissa drove you three home. It was a stressful experience but after you all talked it out in the morning, you promised to try and be more open - but only if they did the same.

ʚ♡ɞ HOWEVER, if you two somehow manage to piss off or upset Larissa Weems, it is Hell for you both. All three of you have a distinct bond that can’t be broken even with the sharpest of scissors. You’re all linked in some individual way, and it’s lovely, but it also means that you’re very soft on each other. And you and Alcina have a silent understanding that although Larissa can take care of herself, she is also highly deserving of all of the protection and love you give her. Meaning you don’t want to add to her stress. But when you do—she is a slow simmering ball of emotions. She may be loud at Nevermore when faced with Wednesday, but when it comes to her lovers, she just gets a bit disappointed. And that is something you and Alcina can’t handle. So when that happens, and she isn’t the one to put it back together or demand you all sit down and talk, that means you and Alci have to do the heavy lifting. So you do. Alcina pours glasses of wine, you put on some music, and the three of you sit in silence either working on your laptops or indulging in some hobbies until Larissa finally speaks up. She just needs to be in your presence, to recognize your quiet understanding that something is wrong, before she really gets into it. And after that, you of course make it a point to never repeat whatever it is you did to make her upset. And Alcina pulls her into her arms while you hug her from the back because you know Larissa appreciates the attention, the affection, and the warmth. Then you kiss. A lot. A lot a lot. Smooch smooch smooch muah muah muah.

ʚ♡ɞ When you call Larissa, she answers with a “Hello, darling” because she always checks the caller ID before picking up.

ʚ♡ɞ When you call Alcina, she answers with an “Alcina speaking.” because she never checks the caller ID before picking up.

ʚ♡ɞ You and Larissa called her once in the past and she answered with her usual, hard-toned greeting. When you and Larissa mocked her with a high-pitched “aLciNa sPeaKing”, she hung up and blocked your number for five minutes. Sometimes, you’re still tempted to do it.

ʚ♡ɞ You steal their perfumes and shampoos. One time, Alcina used Larissa’s conditioner and ever since, Larissa asks her if she should order two bottles of her hair care instead of one. Alcina just rolls her eyes and reaches out to grab her. Larissa goes scurrying away, letting out a yelp and a laugh. 

When they cuddle you and smell their products, they only grin and pull you closer. They want you to share their things. And also you’re just too lazy to keep your own stocked.

ʚ♡ɞ Your kisses with Larissa, just you two, are sweet and slow. They last a long time and usually lead to wandering hands and a lot of lipstick marks. Larissa happily leaves marks and hickies on you, but the three of you understand that she can’t have the same. If someone at her job saw that, they’d probably complain. But below the clothes, she’s painted to high heaven. Alcina does, after all, have a very voracious appetite. She spends a lot of time kissing and marking because it soothes the dragon in her. And Larissa is just the same when it comes to you specifically. The marks never take to Alcina’s skin, so Rissa usually uses her teeth and tries to leave marks anyway. But on you, she takes full advantage. Teases you with hickies and bites until you’re begging her to move. To treat you. It’s unfortunate then that she’s just so busy and has to return to work and absolutely must leave you high and dry until you’re nearly crawling all over her when she returns home later.

ʚ♡ɞ Alcina’s kisses, on the other hand, are always mean and rough. She pushes your faces together, grabs your hair, clutches your jaw in one large hand. She’s eager to overpower - it’s just in her nature. And she’s not scared to lean down and reach you, pull you up into her arms, and shove you against a wall. She uses her teeth to nip, and her tongue to fill your mouth and take you completely. Safe to say, she never leaves her kisses without you stumbling away–breathless and smiley. And there’s no escaping her until she’s done with you. Never ever. You will only push away from her when she wants you to. And you rarely want to of course, but when you’re busy and late to a meeting, you’re under a time crunch.

ʚ♡ɞ Larissa and Alcina kissing, though… whew. Dear god, whew. Dear LORD, whew. Larissa’s hands go sliding around Alcina’s waist and she has to lean up on the tips of her toes to meet Alcina halfway. And when they get there, they smile first before kissing roughly. Alcina knows not to put her hands in Larissa’s perfect hair, so she settles for gripping the back of her neck and pulling her close. Close close close until Larissa lets out a squeak and Alcina has to lean and pick her up bridal-style so they both don’t go tumbling to the ground. It doesn’t happen often, but when she does, Larissa can only giggle giddy and happy. She doesn’t often feel petite and girlish, but Alcina has a way of making her feel like a woman worth caring for. You do too, of course, but it’s different. Not any less or any better, just different. And they kiss until they both run out of breath and Larissa pushes Alcina away. The taller woman grumbles and steals another kiss before they finally go their separate ways.

ʚ♡ɞ There’s so much more to this little poly relationship. From kinks to flaws to business work and all that. Let me know if you wanna see more <3

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I love them :3 Yes I doooooo - Rip x

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Take Me Back to Shore ~Broken!Wifey!Larissa Weems xComforting!Wifey!Alcina Dimitrescu(AlrissaAU)

Summary— AU where Larissa and Alcina are wives, in a long distance relationship where Larissa works to run Nevermore in Vermont and Alcina runs Castle Dimitrescu in Eastern Europe. They see each other as much as possible, but the distance starts to really take a toll on Larissa… Luckily, Alcina is there to comfort her wife.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: little angst, happy ending fluff, implied panic attack, anxiety, self-conscious, insecurity, crying, burn out, long distance relationships, comforting, loving wives, happy ending, etc.

Enjoy (;

Larissa sighed deeply as her bright screen strained her eyes to the point of incompetence. With a groan she shut her laptop, looking out her office window, she realized how late it was. The woman felt a pang of guilt as she pulled out her phone and hit the first contact on the screen. The phone dialed. The blonde hadn’t talked to her wife all week and it was Friday.

She had just been so busy, this time of year her workload tripled, the end of the school year coming near, or at least it felt like it. Running a school was not a feat for the weak. Plus, Larissa didn’t want to bug her partner too much, she knew that Alcina led a life of her own, and had her own responsibilities as well. The woman was pulled out of her thoughts by a familiar voice on speaker.

“My love?”

“Darling, Hello…!”

She heard Alcina expel a sigh across the phone.

“It is lovely to hear your voice, Draga Mea. I’ve had the longest day. How was your week?”

Larissa couldn’t help but wonder if she had interrupted the woman while doing something if she was so busy. Her mind nagged her, wondering if Alcina had even thought about her, missed her this past week. The two women only saw each other on the weekends or on breaks, due to the nature of their jobs.

The two of them had met each other while vacationing in Geneva. They had immediately hit it off, spending all of their time together by the end of the week. When the heavenly vacation eventually came to an end, Larissa and Alcina had to part ways, each going back home. But they vowed to keep in contact. Over the years, they chatted over the phone and would visit one another as much as they could. Five years later, they were married. But this long distance was starting to chip away at Larissa. Larissa groaned.

“Long. What about yours? I do hope I’m not interrupting anything…” The blonde breathed out.

“Oh Draga, I am sorry. And nonsense, you never interrupt. I am sure my day was nothing compared to yours. How close are you to being done? Will you be coming home tonight?” Alcina insisted.

That wasn’t true, Larissa interrupted all the time. She had called Alcina five times last week, that’s why she hadn’t called once before today this week. She felt like a burden. Alcina kept such a busy life, running her castle and village, Larissa never wanted to interfere with that. She felt that every call or text she made was a price to pay, a toll taken on her soul. Nevertheless, Alcina insisted that Larissa was a priority. It hadn’t always felt this way. Maybe it had just been a long week…

Spending extended time away from the love of her life never did Larissa any good. It was easy for the blonde to get inside her head and let her thoughts spiral her into a slippery slope of depression and anxiety. Larissa dragged her mind from the depths of the sea back to the shore, back to Alcina. She let out a pitiful sigh.

“Not done, no. Not even close… There is simply too much to do. Might have to stay the weekend to get it all done…” The blonde mumbled, bringing her hands to cover her face in shame of the words coming out of her mouth

“Oh ‘Rissa Mea… Please come home. Work from here if you must. You’ve been all on your own for so long, I can hear it in your voice.” Her raven haired wife cooed lovingly.

Larissa squeezed her head. She felt so conflicted, so overwhelmed. Should she go home? She had heard her wife’s plea for her to return, and part of her believed it. But another part of her mind was screaming at her that she didn’t deserve it, that Alcina was saying these things out of pity. Alcina didn’t want her. She could only stand to spend as little time with her as possible. She was a mere impediment, a nuisance in her wife’s life.

Larissa suddenly smacked herself in the head. She had to get these thoughts out, she couldn’t think properly. It was too overwhelming. She cringed to herself, gnawing at her teeth as she curled into a ball in her chair at her desk in her office. Alone, as always. She had remained quiet for too long. She had given herself away and now it was Alcina’s problem to deal with.

“ ‘Rissa? Draga? My love, please talk to me.” Alcina pleaded, concern and care lacing her entire tone of voice.

Larissa couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. I’m not wanted. I’m worthless. I’m useless. No one wants me. Her mind broadcasted those phrases over and over again, on a merciless loop. She was hyperventilating, shaking in her chair. Tears began to stream down her face. Her nails clawed at her skin, just wanting to feel something, anything rather than the pain radiating throughout her entire being. She was going to drown, she was being dragged back to the depths of the sea. But Alcina was her anchor.

“Take deep breaths for me, Draga Mea. Deep breaths. Find some peppermint and some water. Let us talk through it.” Alcina calmly instructed her wife.

Larissa nodded shakily, slowly untangling herself and doing as she was told. Once she popped a peppermint in her mouth, had a few sips of water, and did some deep breathing with Alcina, she sat back down with some sniffles. Alcina then proceeded to talk Larissa through it, debunking all of the blonde’s anxious thoughts with loving ease, until the blonde was calm and reassured that she was indeed loved, wanted, and worthy.

“I… I’m sorry” the blonde stammered after a period of silence.

“Nonsense, my love. Now, please come home. This week has obviously affected you more than you know or care to admit, and you have no one to take care of you over there. Come home and be with me.”

Larissa nodded and stifled a little, as a little tear of love escaped her right eye.

“I will, Alci, I promise. Thank you, I love you so much” the blonde breathed out.

“I love you too, Draga Mea. See you soon.” her raven haired wife hummed

All Larissa had to do was reach out; Alcina would always be there for her.

~~~

Alcina Dimitrescu Masterlist

Larissa Weems Masterlist

[yanderepuck]

Their nicknames for you

Mainly for my own reference bc I'm always forgetting this shit and how to spell them

Napoleon: Nunuche

Mozart: Mein liebling, mein schatz

Leonardo: Cara mia

Vincent : My schatje

Theo: Hondje

Arthur: Love/Luv (???)

Isaac: Darling

Dazai: Toshiko-san (and too many others)

Jean: Mistress, mademoiselle

Will: Darling, my muse(doesn't really have a consistent one)

Comte: Ma cherie

Sebastian: ???

Vlad: Draga mea (???)

Faust: Guinea pig (Meerschweinchen)

Charles: Princess

Drake: Fawn

Galileo: ???

[jokeroutsubs]

Šta bih ja [updated lyrics SERBIAN+ENGLISH]

Šta bih ja u ovoj crnoj noći bez tebe radio?

U ovom gradu nemam kuće ni adrese U ovom gradu nemam nikog koga znam U ovom gradu svakakva se čuda dese Gužva, buka, haos, a ja sasvim sam

U ovom gradu mene žene strašno vole Kažu da sam tako sladak i drag U ovom gradu ne mogu da mi odole Dok na oči mi pada mrak

A ja samo čekam i žudim Za trenutkom kad ćeš zvati Da ti kažem da za tobom plače, tuguje i pati I treperi srce moje kad ti čuje glas

Draga, šta bih ja u ovoj crnoj noći bez tebe radio?

Ovom gradu ko da nigde nema kraja Sedam dana traje ko godina U ovom gradu samo internet još spaja me Sa licem kojeg volim ja

A ja samo čekam i žudim Za trenutkom kad ćeš zvati Da ti kažem da za tobom plače, tuguje i pati I treperi srce moje kad ti čuje glas

Draga, šta bih ja u ovoj crnoj noći bez tebe radio?

Šta?!

Šta bih ja u ovoj crnoj noći bez tebe radio? --- [ENG TRANSLATION]

What would I do in this black night without you?

In this city I have no home nor address In this city I have no one I know In this city all sorts of miracles happen Crowd, noise, chaos, but I'm all alone

In this city women really love me They say I'm so cute and kind In this city they can't resist me While darkness falls over my eyes

But I'm just waiting for and craving The moment when you'll call To tell you that, because of you, my heart cries, grieves and suffers And trembles when it hears your voice

Darling, what would I do in this black night without you?

This city seems to have no end Seven days seem to last a year In this city only the internet still connects me With the face that I love

But I'm just waiting for and craving The moment when you'll call To tell you that, because of you, my heart cries, grieves and suffers And trembles when it hears your voice

Darling, what would I do in this black night without you?

What?!

What would I do in this black night without you? Translation by @moonlvster Listen to Šta bih ja on all the streaming platforms

[naturesapphic]

Could you do mommy alcina x little fem reader having a beach day? Mommy alcina chasing her little around trying to get sunscreen on and cute lil stuff like that?? I miss mommy alcina 😭 thank you!

Beach Day

Mommy!alcina dimitrescu x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, fluff

“Draga are you coming?” Exclaimed out to you as you were still in y’all’s room gathering stuff together for y’all’s beach day today. It will be just the two of you which hasn’t happened in a while so you were excited as was alcina. “I comin mommy!” You yelled back to her as you stuffed some more toys in your backpack and you hurried down the stairs to your mommy who was waiting for you by the door.

“You ready to go then dragostea mea?” She asked you and you jumped up and down excitedly. “Wes Wes Wes! I weady mommy!” You exclaimed happily as you grabbed your stuff and headed out the door, not even waiting for alcina. She chuckled and grabbed the rest of the stuff, following behind you. The two of you put y’all’s things in the carriage and y’all were on your way to the beach. Moments later the carriage stopped near a sidewalk where on the other side of it was the beautiful beach waiting for y’all two.

“Mommy wook! We here’s!” You said happily as you pointed out the window, showing alcina. “I see that iubi.” She responded to you and you immediately went out the carriage and started looking around, not going far off without your mommy. Alcina paid the men for the ride and got y’all’s stuff out from the back. “A little help here draga?” Alcina chuckled and you ran back over to your mommy, apologizing. “Sorry mommy…I help!” You said as you got your things from her and the two of you walked down to where the sand was warm and the waves were coming up on shore.

Alcina set up towels, chairs, and umbrellas for y’all while you got all your toys out. Your mommy got sunscreen out of her bag and called you over. You looked behind you to see your mommy opening the sunscreen bottle and putting it on her pale body. You knew what this meant and you didn’t want it on, you just wanted to play! “Y/n darling come here.” Alcina called out to you again and you ran the opposite way of your mommy and she let out a playful gasp. “Y/n! Get back here!” Alcina said playfully stern and you let out giggles as you ran around in circles, trying not to have your mommy catch you.

“Nu sunscreen!” You shouted behind you and alcina laughed at your whining. “The sunscreen helps your skin puisor mea (My little cub)!” Alcina explained to you and you pouted and kept running. You were getting tired and so was alcina so she sped up and scooped you into her arms which made you squeal. She took you back to the shaded area of her chairs and umbrellas and had you on her lap as she put sunscreen all over your body. After she was was done you were pouty and grumpy until she came up with an idea.

“Would you like to play in the water with mommy then after build a sand castle?” She asked you and your face brighten immediately at the proposal. “Wes Wes Pweasie!” You said happily and immediately got off her lap and started running towards the water with your little hand in hers, pulling your mommy along. She giggled and scooped you up again and went into the water where y’all played for an hour or two, until your body started to get tired from all the playing and splashing the two of you did. “Wanna go build a sand castle with mommy now darling?” Alcina offered and you nodded your head, clinging onto your mommy. The two of you went back on land and sat down on the sand with y’all’s damp bodies.

For the next two or so hours, you and your mommy built the biggest sand castle ever! It was the biggest one you’ve ever seen in your life and you were so excited. For the rest of the day on the beach, you ate, played, sat with your mommy, put on more sunscreen and build sand castles with your mommy. What a perfect day.

A/n: I miss mommy alcina too Lowkey 🤧 I hope you enjoyed this anon and I hope everyone else did too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

[cillivnz]

more than what you bargained for [k. heisenberg]

PAIRING — KARL HEISENBERG x DIMITRESCU!READER

TROPE — DBF! [here, mother’s friend, no really close relation] WORD COUNT — 1163 (short and sweet)

WARNINGS — NSFW. 18+. fem!reader. loss of virginity, hefty age-gap (reader is in early 20s, Karl is in his 50s), daddy kink, innocence/corruption kink, cursing, pet-names (bunny, little girl, etc.), slight degradation, slightly mean!Karl, p! in v! sex, brief orgasm denial, dacryphilia, slight exhibitionism, overstimulation, clit-play, mention of blood, spiting, cum-play, inappropriate usage of stuffed toys!

A/N — requested! i wasn’t going to leave y’all hanging high n’ dry, nonetheless, but thank you, all! (💋 for u) no mention of Alcides [ gender-bent Lady Dimitrescu ], didn’t want to jinx the two verses, so Alcina is Alcina.

i’ve decided to write this as a mini-series, can absolutely be read as stand-alones, the title would be “cockuette”, inspired by the coquette-ish aesthetic of the series, hence the 🎀 on Karl!

NOTES [excuse inaccurate translations from romanian to english]

draga esti acolo : sweetie, are you there? da, mamă? : yes, mother? da, mamă. am doar febra : yes, mother. i just have a fever.

YOUR NIGHT HAD JUST begun.

spinning you around, you were manhandled into a vulgar, shameless position— with you face squished against your pink, cum-slick duvet, and your ass up and spread for the older man.

“such a pretty pussy, baby. you’re really givin’ this ol’ man a treat,” he spread your gushing hole with both his thumbs.

you felt his hot breath fanning over your clenching cunt, whimpering like a wounded animal at how painful the anticipation from the lack of contact made you feel.

“hurts, daddy—” you moaned, your subconscious choosing your words.

“—daddy, huh?” he cocked a brow.

you looked back with widened eyes, face flushed with embarrassment.

you gulped, taking in the scars painting his handsomely aged face.

why was he even more beautiful up close?

“sorry…” you bat your lashes, pussy twitching involuntarily around his thumbs, still stretching you wide for the cold air of your room.

“nah, bunny. ‘s nothing to be sorry for,” he let go of your round ass to pull you closer, cupping your face and kissing you gently.

you felt every crevice of the metal man’s lacerated face, his soft silver locs brushing against the apples of your cheeks, pale grey eyes staring lovingly into yours only after his plump lips parted from your kiss-swollen ones.

he flipped you around, girthy cock falling heavy on your clit almost immediately.

without another word, he pushed the tip inside you, making you gasp.

“K-Karl! holy fuck—” you whined, showing hostility towards the fat penetration.

“sh, daddy’s here.

i got you, pretty bunny.”

only stopping when your hips didn’t allow him to go further, he let you adjust for a brief moment, before starting at a slow pace.

“Karl, it’s too much— too full.” you winced, eyes watery with pain.

“you’ll get used to it, bun. it’s made for you.” he grunted, eyes half-lidded, relishing in the feel of your tight cunt squeezing along his length.

“look at me when i fuck you, miss,” he grabbed your chin firmly, forcing your eyes open. the hand that hadn’t got an ironclad grip on your hip snaked its way onto your clit, rubbing vigorously. “Mama really didn’t teach you manners, huh?” he continued, thrusts gaining brute force and speed.

“that’s okay, darling girl. daddy’s here to teach you lessons. this is one of many.”

he chuckled viciously, eyes glinting with mischievous malice that once again dominated his softer side.

by now you were a moaning mess, crying over the assault of his fat cockhead on your sweet spot, and over the bruises forming on your body from his relentless groping and squeezing, his way of marking you in your most private, sensitive areas.

a reminder that you had wronged Karl earlier, and now you weren’t going to forget.

he turned you around in the blink of an eye, your returned to your initial position with the same sense of degradation; face down, ass up.

now, Karl was not holding back. not when your velvet walls were letting him glide through you.

only the sound of skin-on-skin slapping was sound, until a curt knock was heard.

“draga esti acolo?” your mother’s deep voice echoed.

you were frozen in place, life flashing before your eyes while the man balls-deep inside you only slowed his movements.

you raise your head meekly to look back at Karl, only earning a sly smirk from him.

“da, mamă?” you croaked.

“i’m sorry for leaving you alone with that bastard for so long, i couldn’t have left without dealing with those pests.” she sighed, referring to the people Mother Miranda had ordered her to deal with, but the only thing you cared about right now was Karl’s reaction to the insult.

and knowing him, you knew he was going to take it out on you.

instantaneously, he began pounding into you with brutality, using your g-spot as a punching bag for the mean shaft inside you.

you bit down on the cotton sheets, letting your sharp teeth gnaw into the floral print.

“when did he leave?” your mother’s voice was heard again.

“ah- ab-about an h-hour ago!” you grunted the high-pitched response.

silence met you momentarily.

“are you okay, dragă?” she asked, concerned.

“da, mamă. am doar febra!” you groaned.

your mother cursed under her breath, “it’s my fault for keeping you up so late. i’ll send Pasha in with remedies,” was the last thing she said before her heavy footsteps grew distant.

you moaned a sigh of relief, while the man behind you only chuckled. “bastard, huh?” he mused, still stuck on your mother’s insult.

“bet she’d chew on her words when my seed coats her daughter’s womb.” he scoffed, increasing the force of his thrusts by tenfold.

“daddy!”

your eyes rolled back, his heavy balls slapping your sensitive clit with every thrust, his large palms slapping your fat ass cheeks; could this be—

“—MORE THAN WHAT YOU BARGAINED FOR, bunny?” his hand found your clit, pinching the bud.

he looked over to your side, amused by the sight of your childhood toy, a bunny you named ‘Mina’ staring at the filth unravelling in-front of it.

he grabbed the teddy, still thrusting in and out of you, “choke on this,” he squeezed your cheeks together, opening your mouth just enough to shove the teddy bunny’s arm inside.

your cries were muffled, Karl finally able to focus on chasing his high.

pinching your bundle of nerves, he pulled out completely, feeling you sobbing fully into your sheets at the orgasm denial, cunt convulsing around nothing— the perfect moment for him to shove his cock in whole (in hole, literally) and shoot his load into the pussy whose virginity he just stripped off.

he groaned in your ears, hoisting you up by the hair to kiss you with fervency.

“that’s how a good host treats their guests.” he bit down on your lip, earning sobs from your breathless self.

pulling out, he was eager to spread you open again and see the his cum drool out of you, and lo and behold— your puffy cunt oozed out traces of blood in both of your fluids mixed. Karl stretched you wider and spat right into your hole, causing you to flinch and clench.

he chuckled, pulling Mina the bunny away from your arms, and using its saliva-soaked arm to clean your folds.

you winced at the contact, but the softness felt so good.

“milady, Lady Dimitrescu has sent some soup— OH, GODS!” Pasha the chamberlain dropped the big bowl of remedies to the ground, and charged out the same door she barged in on seeing the princess naked as the day she was born, getting her wet cunt cleaned by the most dangerous of the Lords, holding a teddy bunny in all his glory, with that goddamn smirk plastered on his face.

poor Pasha deserves therapy as compensation for the shit she sees at Castle Dimitrescu.

pt. I. COCKUETTE MASTERLIST. more from ‘resident evil: village’. main masterlist.

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid Pt. 2. Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu brings you in as one of her maids, at least, that's what you thought she brought you to the castle for.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut.

Notes: Part 2! This one is smuttyyyyyy and a little long hehe there will probably be a part 3 once I crank out some other fics!

Click here for the rest of the series

You head to the Lady's chambers, nerves filling your belly as you walk up. You put your ear to the door to see if you can hear her inside, the wood is too thick to hear anything so you take a deep breath and knock on the door. After a few seconds nothing happens, you knock again, a little harder this time. Still, nothing. Terrified to open the door on your own, you stand there for a few minutes, unsure of what to do. Eventually you hear the clacking of heels across the marble floor and the familiar shadow of the Lady's curvy figure appears down the hall. She sees you standing at the door and smiles.

"You didn't have to wait for me draga, you could have waited inside."

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't sure." You shyly say.

She gently caresses your cheek and smiles at you.

"After you." She says, gesturing to the door.

You carefully open the door and walk in. She ducks into the doorway and enters her room, closing the door behind her. You're not sure why, but your stomach sank when you heard the door shut. She hasn't given you any reason to be afraid of her, but there's an uneasiness that you aren't able to settle.

She sits at her large vanity, you notice that everything in her room is made to scale for her, the furniture just a little bigger than what it normally would be. She takes her hat off and sets it aside, she slowly removes her gloves and sets them down also. She looks at you through the mirror as you stand near her bed, unsure of where to go or what to do. She gently pulls out the pins in her hair and her dark curls gently fall past her shoulders. You look around the room, turning to the side to admire everything.

"What is that?" She asks, her eyes focused on the bloodied bandage wrapped around your arm.

"Oh, nothing, just an accident in the kitchen during dinner." You say turning away from her a bit.

She turns around and looks at you, her yellow eye suddenly intense.

"There was no accident, was there?" She says, staring into your eyes.

You go to speak and she cuts you off.

"Do not lie to me."

A chill goes down your spine, you look down at the floor.

"No, at least I don't think it was an accident." You quietly say.

You hear a low growl come from her chest, she turns back to the mirror and ties a silk scarf around her head as she grumbles something you can't understand.

"Darling help me with these damned buttons." She says, trying to undo the buttons down the back of her dress.

You walk up to her and carefully unbutton her dress. She pulls her arms out of the sleeves and reveals a navy blue lingerie set. The lacy bra just barely holding in her breasts, you realize you were staring and look away, your cheeks turning red. She smiles and stands up, the dress falling to her feet. She walks over to her wardrobe, you can't help but be mesmerized watching her. Her heels showing off her long, strong legs, the lacy garters hugging her thighs, the garter belt hugging her large, round hips, her thong showing off her perfect ass. She looks over her shoulder and catches you staring at her. You look down, your cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.

She pulls a robe out from her wardrobe and wraps it around herself. She walks up to you, your eyes still focused on the ground, and puts her finger under your chin and lifts your face. Your eyes meet hers and you feel like the air was stolen from your lungs.

"Who did this to you?" She asks.

"I don't know," her stare becomes more intense. "I mean I know, I just don't know her name." You say as your voice begins to shake.

She continues to look at you, waiting for you to tell her.

"I don't want to get anyone in trouble, or killed." You say.

"I will not kill her." She says as her stare softens. "Or maim her." She adds.

You take a deep breath and describe the maid that's been harassing you. "She has dark hair, she's a little taller than me, a little older than me I think, blue eyes."

You hear her growl again, her face is so close to yours you feel the vibration rattle in your chest.

"I know exactly who that is." She says with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I will take care of her. Stay here, make yourself comfortable."

In one swift movement she lifts you and places you on her bed.

"I will be right back." She says.

She opens the door and ducks out, shutting it behind her. You hear the sound of her heels get further and further away. You sit on her bed, not wanting to get too comfortable and risk bleeding on it, since you're pretty sure the cut hasn't stopped bleeding yet. After about 10 minutes the door opens and she walks back in and smiles at you as she shuts the door.

"If she bothers you again, you must tell me. Yes?"

You nod your head.

"You arm is still bleeding." She says as she grabs it and examines it.

She walks into the bathroom and walks out with more bandages. She sits next to you on the bed and removes the poorly wrapped bandage you had applied earlier, a little blood trickles down your arm and she takes in a deep breath, inhaling the scent.

"Cassandra was certainly right, you do smell sweet." She says with a smile.

She wipes the blood off with her finger and licks it clean.

"Mmm, draga mea, you are very sweet." She says with her eyes closed, trying to savor the taste on her tongue.

She opens her eyes and gazes into yours, she's a little surprised to see curiosity and wonder in your eyes instead of fear. She wraps your arm with new bandages, and does a much better job than you were able to.

"If that doesn't stop bleeding by morning have the head maid take you to the infirmary, understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Call me Mistress." She says, caressing your cheek.

"Yes Mistress."

"Good girl." She purrs.

You feel like your heart skips a beat as she praises you, you swear she also notices because a smile crosses her face after you feel it.

"Mistress? May I ask you a question?" You ask, averting her gaze.

"Of course draga, what is it?"

"Why did you bring me here, to the castle? Why did you pay my uncle so much so you could take me here?"

"Come." She says taking your hand.

She leads you to the vanity and sits, she motions for you to climb up and she pulls you into her lap, you're a little surprised, you're also caught off guard when you realize you feel safe with her. She pulls your ponytail out and your hair falls around your face. She runs her fingers through your hair, gently pulling it back. She picks up a hairbrush and begins to brush your hair, delicately brushing out every knot she comes across. You close your eyes and smile, the last person to do this was your mother before she died, you forgot how relaxing it is.

"The thought of killing the both of you then and there did cross my mind when we first met." She says, breaking the silence. You eyes snap open, staring at her in the mirror, her attention still focused on brushing your hair. "But you were, and are, very beautiful and the thought of killing someone so beautiful due to the careless actions of a child seemed like a waste." She pauses for a moment as she untangles a knot.

"And then you said you were willing to give your life for your cousin" she says with a laugh "not even your own child, it, impressed me. But I also pitied you when you said taking care of those children was your only purpose. I thought to myself 'how does someone so beautiful think so low of herself where her sole purpose in life was taking care of someone else's children?'" you feel her fingers part your hair as she starts to French braid it.

"Once I met your," she pauses for a moment. "Charming, uncle," you giggle. "It all made sense. I knew you would be much more appreciated here, because I appreciate everything that is beautiful. So I made him an offer he could not refuse, and it was worth every cent because you, draga mea, are very beautiful and you are one of the best maid's I've ever had." She ties off the bottom of the braid and drapes it over your shoulder. She puts her hands on your shoulders, and looks at you in the mirror.

"I must admit though, it would have brought me endless joy to have ripped that retched man apart. Speaking to you like that, in front of me, he is lucky I was able to restrain myself."

"Yeah, he's kind of a dick." You say with a smile on your face.

Her hands slide down to your hips and she gently leans down, placing a kiss on the top of you shoulder. You feel a chill run up your spine, she smiles as she feels it run through you. She places another kiss and you lean your head to the side, giving her more access. She places another kiss, this one on your neck and you take a sharp breath in. You feel a wetness form between your legs as you feel her cool, soft lips on your warm skin. She pulls away and you wait for her lips to meet your skin again, but it doesn't happen. You open your eyes and look at her in the mirror, a smile across her face.

"That's enough for tonight." She says softly into your ear.

You can't hide the look of disappointment on your face.

"Patience draga."

She lifts you off of her lap and onto the floor.

"Remember, straight to the infirmary in the morning if that is still bleeding. And if that maid does anything, at all, you tell me. Yes?"

"Yes ma-" you pause and she looks at you through the mirror. "Mistress."

"Good girl. Goodnight." She turns her attention back to herself and unties the scarf from her head.

"Goodnight."

You head back to your room and crawl into bed, mixed emotions swirling in your mind, you were terrified of your Mistress when you walked into her bedroom, but by the time you left, all you wanted was more of her touch. You drift off to sleep with her on your mind.

You wake up the next morning and get dressed, you check your arm and luckily the bleeding stopped. You head to the kitchen for breakfast, you sit down to eat and see the maid walk in, she shoots you a dirty look as she holds her arm over her abdomen. To your surprise, she does and says nothing. "Maybe she'll finally leave me alone." You think to yourself.

The next few weeks go by smoothly, the maid doesn't bother you, besides shooting you dirty looks every chance she got, your Mistress invites you back to her chambers a few times each week, always ending the same way, her lips making contact with your skin, each time her hands gently explore your body a little more, and then sending you on your way, leaving you desperate for more every time you leave.

She invites you into her chambers again, you knock on the door and there's no answer. She's made it clear more than once you're allowed to go in and wait for her, so that's what you do. You climb up onto her bed and make yourself comfortable. You lay back on her pillows, you're surrounded by the smell of her perfume, cigarettes and a hint of her wine. You close your eyes and breathe in the smells, an arousal building between your legs as you wait for her.

The sensation becomes too much to ignore, you slowly reach your hand between your legs and rub your aching bud over your underwear, a quiet moan escapes your lips as you release the intense tension that has been building up.

"Patience is not a virtue you possess, is it?"

You jump when you hear her voice, you slam your legs shut and sit up, both mortified and a little scared, you didn't hear her come in at all.

"I- I'm so sorry mistress, I- I was-" You panic a little trying to find the words.

"Pleasuring yourself, in my bed?" She says with a raised eyebrow.

You put your head down, your cheeks on fire, you wish you could disappear into a swarm of flies right now.

You hear her laugh and feel her finger under your chin, her cold skin feels like ice, she turns your face towards her.

"I will dismiss it this time, but make no mistake, if it happens again, I will not be as generous." Her piercing yellow eyes staring into yours.

"Yes Mistress, thank you." You quietly say.

She pulls you closer, her lips gently brushing against your ear, the sensation between your legs grows once more.

"I am the only one who is allowed to pleasure you, understand?"

An involuntary moan escapes your lips at her words, the arousal in your legs unbearable, you close your eyes to try and ignore it. She pulls back, her finger still under your chin, you open your eyes and see her staring at you, waiting for your response.

Your throat suddenly dry, you manage to squeeze a "yes Mistress." out.

She smiles and walks towards her vanity, setting down her hat.

"Come, pet." She says to you as she sits.

You scramble off of the bed and walk over to the vanity, she moves her curls to the side, gesturing for you to unbutton her dress. You unbutton it and she stands up and slides out of it as usual, but unlike the other times she's invited you into her chambers, tonight she doesn't go to her wardrobe and put on her robe, she returns to her seat at the vanity in a black lace lingerie set . She looks at you through the mirror and you climb up next to her as usual. You're taken by surprise when she pulls you into her lap, she usually does, but you weren't expecting it since she was just in her underwear.

She pulls your hair out of the ponytail and brushes it like she does almost every time she invites you in. Instead of braiding it, she pulls it to the side when she's done combing through. You automatically lean your head to the side, giving her access to your skin, becoming desperate for her touch.

You hear her smirk and feel her pull the shoulder of your dress down, exposing your skin. Her soft, cold lips meet your bare skin and a moan escapes your lips. She gently hums at your reaction.

"Eager tonight are we?" She seductively whispers into your ear.

"Mhm." You say, nodding your head. Another moan escapes as she places her lips closer to your neck.

You feel her smile and another moan escapes as her lips make contact with your pulse point. Your panties are soaked, you feel a throb between your legs, you shift in her lap to try and make it go away. She gently slides one of her hands to the inside of your thigh, her lips firmly planted on your neck, you spread your legs, desperate for her to touch you.

"Do you want mommy to touch you?" She whispers into your ear.

You let out a whimper as you nod your head.

"Use your words, tell mommy what you want."

"I need you to touch me, please." Your request sounding more like you're begging than asking.

You let out a moan as she cups your soaked panties, your eyes roll and you lean back into her a little.

She gently rubs your throbbing clit over your underwear and you buck your hips and throw your head back, more sounds passing through your lips. She hums as she feels the wetness between your legs, the sound gently vibrating your ribcage.

"Did you ruin your panties thinking of me?"

"Mhm" you say, unable to form words.

She watches you squirm in her lap in the mirror, enjoying every second as you're desperate for her touch. She begins to feel a wetness between her legs as she too becomes eager for you.

She removes her hand and you let out a small whine, she picks you up and puts you on the floor, you look up at her, never feeling so desperate in your life. She swings her legs to the other side of the vanity bench and leans forward, her gigantic, perfect breasts in your face.

"You have been so patient draga, I think it's time you're rewarded for your excellent behavior." She says, she extends one of her claws and you freeze, fear runs through you for a moment as you stare at the razor sharp claw, the fear does not go unnoticed by your Mistress.

"Oh sweet pet, I won't hurt you. This is just the most efficient way to move things along." In one swift movement she claws through your dress, not once touching your skin. The rags fall around you, leaving you in your bra and drenched panties.

She retracts the claw and stands, she lifts you into her arms and slides her hand to the back of your head. She pulls you into her and your lips slam together, you hold onto her tightly as you kiss her back, hard. You feel her sharp fangs across your bottom lip, as well as her tongue, asking for for admittance. You part your lips and her tongue slides into your mouth, swirling and exploring inside. You moan into her mouth, her lips curling into a smile as you kiss. She's taken by surprise when you gently bite and suck on her bottom lip, a moan rattling in the back of her throat. She carries you over to the bed, she lays you down and climbs on top of you, your lips not once parting.

She kisses down your jaw and nips at the skin down your neck, her tongue soothing each small bite you receive. She moves to the other side of your neck and kisses and nips at it, she purrs into your skin.

"If only I could taste you." She says quietly, probably more to herself than to you.

"Do it." You say breathlessly.

She lifts her face from your neck and looks you in the eyes.

"Do it, it's okay, I trust you." You say, meeting her stare.

She looks a little surprised, never expecting you to offer yourself in that way to her, at least not this quickly.

"Draga, are you sure?" She asks, scanning your face for any hint of hesitation.

You pull her lips into yours and kiss her again, you slowly pull away and look back into her eyes.

"Yes."

"If I take too much, tap me on my arm and I will immediately stop, understand?"

You nod your head and smile at her. She smiles back at you and lays you back into the pillows, gently exposing your neck, holding your face so you don't move.

"Keep still, I will do my best to make it as painless as possible."

You hold onto her arm and she gently sucks and swipes her tongue over the perfect spot on your neck. You take a slow, deep breath in as you feel her move in. You feel her fangs dig into your neck, a sharp pain shoots through you as she breaks through your skin. You furrow your brows and let out a whine and tighten your grip on her arm. She doesn't go further, her eyes focused on your face. You take a few more deep breaths and loosen your grip, you relax your face and gently caress her arm with your thumb, signaling her to continue. She sinks her fangs in a little more, the pain less than the initial bite. You feel her drink, small moans of pleasure escaping from her. You move your hand up from her arm to the back of her head and hold onto her curls. You feel her smile into you as she drinks. Just when you think you're going to feel lightheaded, she pulls her fangs out of you and caresses the puncture wounds with her tongue.

She places a soft kiss on the wound and places a kiss on your lips, the metallic taste of blood still on them.

"If at any time you feel uncomfortable, or if something hurts or doesn't feel right, or if you want to stop, tell me, and I will stop. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

It turned you on even more hearing her speaking so gently and softly, yet still coming off as so dominating and commanding.

She kisses her way down your body, unclasping your bra and throwing it aside. She kneads your breasts and gently sucks and licks your nipple, moving over to the other, giving it the same amount of attention as the first one. Small moans leave your lips as your hips lift off of the mattress a little. She pulls your soaked panties off and kisses down your stomach, her hands following the curves of your waist, coming to a rest on your hips. She gently kisses and nips at the inside of your thighs and you let out a few giggles. She looks up at you and you make eye contact with her, the throbbing in your core only increased as you looked at her with her head between your legs.

She drags her tongue up your folds, your eyes roll back and your hips lift off of the mattress, she holds them steady as she licks you up and down, your moans go up an octave when you feel here wrap her lips around your clit and suck on it.

"Fuck, Mistress, it feels so good." You whine.

She flicks her tongue across your clit and you cry out again. She licks you up and down, giving special attention to your aching bud each time she passes over it. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, you grab a handful of hair at the back of her head as she brings you to the brink of orgasm.

"Mistress, please, don't stop, I'm gonna-" another moan passes through your lips.

"You're gonna what?" She asks between licks. "Tell mommy what you want."

"You're gonna make me cum." You whine. "Please, make me cum Mistress, please." Your whines turn into begs as she brings you closer.

She flicks her tongue across your clit again and latches onto it, licking and sucking it as your legs begin to shake.

"Oh yes, oh fuck, don't stop, I'm gonna cum."

The orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, screams of pleasure emerge from you as your back arches and your hips come off of the bed. She holds them back down, making you ride out the orgasm as long as possible. You come down from the high, your legs shaking, trying to catch your breath.

"Oh my god," you pant. "That was amazing."

"Oh my," she says, a chill runs up your spine as you feel her finger between your folds as she covers it in your juices. She looks up at you with a devilish smile on her face, her finger dancing around your entrance.

"Wait, before you-" you begin to speak, she immediately pulls her finger away and looks into your eyes. "I just feel like I should tell you, I've never- I'm-" you look away, a little embarrassed.

"Draga mea," she says, caressing the inside of you thigh. "Are you a virgin?"

Your eyes meet hers and you nod your head. Her eyes glow as a smile crosses her face.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asks sincerely.

"No."

"Are you sure?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, please Mistress, don't stop."

She places a kiss on the inside of your thigh and brings her finger back to your dripping entrance.

"Just relax, mommy will take good care of you."

She slides her finger into you, your eyes roll as you let out a moan, you feel a sharp pain for a second, but pleasure takes over as she slowly moves her finger in and out. Her large middle finger stretches you out as she quickens her pace, gently curling into your walls on each re-entry. She pushes in deeper, the tip of her finger hitting a spot inside of you that makes you cry out in pleasure.

"Good girl." She says with a smile.

She makes sure to hit that spot each time she pushes into you making your back arch each time as you cry out for her to keep going. She quickens her pace further, thrusting a little harder each time. You feel another orgasm building quickly as she continues to pleasure you.

"Mistress, you're gonna make me cum again." You cry out.

You think to see stars when she pushes harder and faster into you, herself eager to make you cum again. Your screams get louder as you get closer, you tightly grip onto the comforter and clench down around her finger, desperate for the release she's about to bring.

"Yes, I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum. Don't stop Mistress." You yell, you feel her lips wrap around your clit, she sucks hard on it as she finger fucks you. You make a noise you've never made before and your body convulses when the orgasm hits. You scream out her name in pleasure as she makes you ride it out for as long as possible. She slows her pace, the shockwaves from the orgasm still shooting through you. She gently removes her finger from you, she places a kiss on the inside of your legs as they gently tremble.

Your heartrate begins to return to normal as your Mistress crawls up next to you and wraps her arms around you. Her soft lips meet yours, she slowly and passionately kisses you, her hand cupped around your face. You gently grab her breast over her bra, your thumb caressing her hard nipple over the lace. She smiles and brings your hand up to her lips and kisses it.

"I think that's enough for one night." She softly says.

"Are you sure, if you want me to I can-" you say, your eyelids feeling heavy.

"Draga mea you have done more than enough to satisfy me tonight." She gently kisses the bite mark again. "You will sleep here tonight and return to the maids quarters in the morning, understood?"

You nod your head. "Yes Mistress." You say with a sleepiness in your voice that brings an endearing smile to her face.

She wraps her arms around you and you cuddle into her, she gently hums as she strokes your hair, the beautiful yet haunting tune lulling into you a deep sleep.

You wake up the next morning feeling like you slept for two days, you sit up in your Mistresses bed and rub the sleep from your eyes. You take note of a soreness between your legs and look around the room, realizing you're alone. You spot a new, clean uniform on the bench of her vanity with a note on it. You climb out of the bed and walk over to pick up the note.

Draga, A new uniform to replace the other one. Enjoy. LD

You almost wish the note had more to it, but you also know that she isn't one to show her soft side, you really weren't sure if she even had one until last night. You put the new uniform on and place the note in your pocket. You climb onto the vanity bench and look into the mirror, you pull your hair back into a ponytail and examine the bite mark on your neck, it's not incredibly noticeable, but not completely invisible either. It feels sore when you bring your fingers to it, inspecting the marks.

You hear the door open and turn to see your Mistress walk into the room, she spots you at the vanity.

"Good morning Mistress, I hope you don't mind me using your mirror for a moment." You say shyly.

She walks over to you and turns your face to the side, you drop your hand from your neck and she inspects the marks.

"This should heal just fine." She mutters. She turns your face back towards her, her hand not leaving your face. "Did you sleep well my little pet?"

"Yes, very well, thank you."

"Excellent." She says, caressing your cheek with her thumb. You close your eyes and lean into her hand a little, you hear her smirk and you look up into her eyes. You are putty in her hands, and she loves it, truth be told, you love it too. She drops her hand from your face, the coolness of her fingers lingering on your skin. "Off you go." She says, nodding towards the door. "The head maid will be waiting for you to give you instructions and lay out your new responsibilities."

"New responsibilities Mistress?" You ask, confused.

"Yes, as my new handmaiden you have a new set of responsibilities that must be fulfilled."

"Oh." You say, looking into her eyes.

She gives you a look, waiting for you to obey her orders and leave.

"Thank you Mistress, I will head there at once."

The corner of her lip curls into a smile and you make your way out of her room. As you leave you hear a noise down the hall, you turn to look and you see one of the maids who is friends with the one who has it out for you. She looks at you, surprised and unsure as she sees you leaving the Lady's chambers, you see her gaze shift to your neck and her eyes widen. You quickly turn and make your way to the head maid, an unsettling feeling begins to gnaw at you, "this won't end well." you think to yourself.