#lady dimitrescu imagine

[horeformilfs]

I have an ask for you. So this can either be with Alcina, Donna, or any of the Dimitrescu daughters.

All I really want is like reader going absolutely ape-shit on some kind of foe. For whatever reason you want. Whether it be Eathan or just some random person trying to hurt her lover. The circumstance is completely up to you.

Oh, and if reader could have some kind of power, plant manipulation, shape-shifting, whatever, that would be loved.

Aaaanyway, thank you very much for even reading this. If you don't like it, just ignore me. No harm done. Have a fabulous day/night, and stay safe!

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I love this idea and made it kinda angsty

I'll Protect You...Because I Love You

Dimitrescu Family x Fem!Reader

TW: Arguing, Drinking, Fighting, Stabbing Blood, Fainting, Ethan Winters being a dick, Death

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In the dimly lit corridors of Castle Dimitrescu, Y/N moved with practiced ease, her footsteps echoing against the ancient stone walls. She had become accustomed to the labyrinthine layout of the castle during her time as Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's maid, navigating its sprawling halls with a sense of familiarity that bordered on intimacy.

But Y/N's relationship with Alcina transcended the boundaries of employer and servant. Over the course of eight months, their connection had blossomed into something far deeper—a love that defied the constraints of their disparate stations. Alcina's formidable presence had initially intimidated Y/N, but beneath her regal facade lay a woman of unparalleled complexity, whose icy exterior belied a warmth that Y/N found impossible to resist.

Despite the differences in their status, Y/N and Alcina had forged a bond built on mutual respect and unwavering devotion. In the quiet moments between their duties, they stole fleeting glances and exchanged whispered confessions, their love growing with each passing day.

And it wasn't just Alcina who had captured Y/N's heart; her affection extended to Alcina's three daughters—Daniela, Cassandra, and Bela. Initially wary of their mother's new paramour, the sisters had gradually warmed to Y/N's presence, finding in her a kindred spirit who shared their love for the sprawling grounds of Castle Dimitrescu.

Y/N's connection to the Dimitrescu family ran deeper still, for she harbored a secret that she had kept hidden from Alcina and her daughters—a power as ancient as the castle itself. Y/N possessed the ability of chlorokinesis, the power to manipulate and control plant life with but a thought. It was a gift she had inherited from her ancestors, one that she had honed in secret, fearful of the repercussions should her abilities be discovered.

But despite the challenges they faced, Y/N's love for Alcina remained steadfast, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to engulf them. And as the sun dipped below the horizon and the castle came to life with the flickering of candlelight, Y/N knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, she would face them with unwavering courage, guided by the love that bound her to Alcina and her daughters.

As Y/N approached the door to their shared bedroom, she could sense the tension radiating from within. The air crackled with an uneasy energy, sending a shiver down her spine. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit chamber.

Alcina sat at her vanity, her usually regal posture slumped with frustration. Y/N's heart ached at the sight of her beloved in such turmoil, her concern outweighing any fear that lingered in the air.

"What's wrong, Alcina?" Y/N ventured softly, her voice a gentle caress in the stillness of the room.

Alcina's response was immediate, her words tumbling forth in a torrent of anger and resentment. "That blasted Miranda! She thinks she can dictate every aspect of our lives, as if we're mere pawns in her game!"

Y/N listened in silence as Alcina ranted, her heart breaking with each word that fell from her lips. But before she could offer solace, Alcina's frustration reached a boiling point, her hands clenching into fists as she unleashed her fury upon the unsuspecting vanity.

The sound of splintering wood echoed through the room, mingling with Alcina's ragged breaths. Y/N moved closer, her instincts urging her to comfort her lover in her time of need.

"Alcina, please," Y/N pleaded, reaching out a trembling hand in a futile attempt to soothe her. "Let me help you."

But Alcina's response was sharp, her eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a chill down Y/N's spine. "Stay back, Y/N! This is none of your concern!"

Y/N recoiled at the venom in Alcina's voice, her heart pounding in her chest as she took a cautious step backwards. The sight of Alcina unsheathing her claws sent a wave of fear coursing through her, the primal instinct to flee warring with her desire to stand by her lover's side.

With a heavy heart, Y/N made her decision, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "I'll leave you alone, Alcina. I... I need some air."

And with that, Y/N turned on her heel and fled the room, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridors as she made her way downstairs, the weight of Alcina's anger heavy upon her shoulders.

As Y/N entered the dining room, her steps heavy with the weight of her emotions, she failed to notice the three figures huddled together at the far end of the room. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela exchanged concerned glances as they watched Y/N's distant demeanor, their hearts aching at the sight of her pain.

With a shared understanding born of years spent in each other's company, the sisters moved as one, their footsteps silent against the polished floors as they approached their beloved Mămica. Y/N's shoulders sagged with the weight of her burdens, her trembling hands reaching for the crystal decanter of whiskey that stood sentinel upon the table.

The clink of glass echoed through the room as Y/N poured herself a generous measure, her movements mechanical as she downed it in one swift motion. The sisters exchanged worried glances, their concern deepening as they watched a solitary tear slip down Y/N's cheek.

Bela, the eldest of the sisters, stepped forward first, her voice gentle as she addressed Y/N. "Mămica, are you okay?"

Y/N startled at the sound of Bela's voice, her eyes widening in surprise as she met the concerned gazes of the Dimitrescu sisters. She attempted to muster a reassuring smile, but it faltered at the edges, her facade crumbling under the weight of her emotions.

"I... I'm fine," Y/N replied, her voice betraying the turmoil raging within her.

But Daniela wasn't convinced, her keen intuition sensing the truth behind Y/N's facade. "Did you and Mamă have a fight?"

Y/N hesitated, her gaze flickering between the three sisters as she struggled to find the words. "Yes, but it's nothing for you to worry about."

Cassandra reached out a hand, her touch gentle as she brushed a stray tear from Y/N's cheek. "You don't have to pretend. We're here for you."

Y/N felt a sense of comfort envelop her as she sank into the plush cushions of the living room couch, Daniela nestled in her lap like a protective shield against the storm raging within her. The warmth of the fire cast flickering shadows across the room, a soothing counterpoint to the turmoil churning in Y/N's mind.

Daniela, ever the embodiment of affection, wrapped her arms around Y/N, seeking solace in the embrace of the woman she regarded as her other mother. Y/N returned the gesture, her touch gentle as she ran her fingers through Daniela's hair, the rhythmic motion a balm to her frayed nerves.

With a deep breath, Daniela ventured to broach the subject that hung heavy in the air. "Mămica, what happened? Why are you so upset?"

Y/N hesitated, her heart heavy with the weight of her confession. "It's... it's nothing, darling. Just a disagreement with Mamă."

But Bela, ever perceptive, sensed the gravity of the situation, her gaze piercing as she pressed for answers. "But why did you leave? You always stay with Mamă when she's upset."

Y/N's resolve wavered at Bela's question, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "Because... because Mamă got so angry... her claws came out."

The revelation hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the depths of Alcina's fury. The sisters exchanged shocked glances, their concern for Y/N mingling with a sense of unease at the thought of their mother unleashing her wrath upon the woman they held dear.

"That's... that's never happened before," Cassandra murmured, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Y/N nodded, her own disbelief mirroring that of the Dimitrescu sisters. "I know. That's why... that's why I had to leave."

And as the flames danced in the hearth and the night stretched on before them, Y/N knew that no matter the challenges they faced, they would navigate them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.

As the warmth of the fire bathed the living room in a soft glow, Y/N found solace in the embrace of the Dimitrescu sisters, their presence a comforting reminder of the love that bound them together. Cassandra and Bela nestled into Y/N's side, their forms molded against hers as they sought refuge from the storm brewing outside. Meanwhile, Daniela remained perched in Y/N's lap, her attention focused on the book in her hands as she read aloud in a soothing cadence.

But their tranquil moment was shattered by the arrival of Alcina, her footsteps heavy with the weight of her frustration. She swept into the room, her icy gaze fixing on the group gathered before her.

"Why aren't you all in the dining room? Dinner should have been ready by now," Alcina demanded, her tone sharp with irritation.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably under Alcina's gaze, her protective instinct kicking in as she sought to shield the girls from their mother's anger. "We were just spending some time together, Alcina. We'll be there shortly."

Alcina's response was a dismissive roll of her eyes, her frustration palpable as she turned on her heel and made her way to the dining room.

As they sat down to dinner, the atmosphere was thick with tension, the strained silence punctuated only by the clinking of silverware against porcelain. Alcina's mood cast a pall over the table, her brooding silence a stark contrast to the usual lively chatter that filled the air.

The daughters exchanged uneasy glances, their resentment simmering beneath the surface as they grappled with their mother's recent outburst. Y/N's heart ached at the palpable discord, her own frustration mingling with a sense of helplessness in the face of Alcina's wrath.

But amidst the awkwardness and resentment, Y/N found solace in the unwavering support of the Dimitrescu sisters, their presence a reminder that no matter the challenges they faced, they would weather them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.

As Y/N raced downstairs, her heart pounded in her chest with each step, adrenaline coursing through her veins at the revelation of Ethan Winters' presence in the castle. She found Alcina in the main hall, her imposing figure a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them.

"Alcina, what's happening?" Y/N's voice trembled with urgency as she approached her lover.

Alcina's gaze flickered with a mix of fury and determination as she turned to face Y/N. "Ethan Winters has escaped Heisenberg and infiltrated the castle. But don't worry, I'll deal with him."

Y/N's mind raced with a myriad of emotions, fear and concern warring within her as she processed Alcina's words. "What about the girls, Alcina? Are they safe?"

For a moment, Alcina remained silent, her expression unreadable as she locked eyes with Y/N. In that brief exchange, Y/N sensed the truth—the girls were still in the library, unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows.

Without waiting for a response, Y/N broke into a sprint, her feet pounding against the cold stone floors as she raced towards the library. Alcina followed close behind, her presence a reassuring presence in the face of uncertainty.

As Y/N rushed towards the library, her heart pounding with fear and urgency, she flung open the doors, relief flooding her as she laid eyes on the girls, safe and sound within the comforting embrace of books.

"Mămica, Mamă, what's going on?" Daniela's voice cut through the tension, her brow furrowed with confusion.

Before Y/N could respond, a deafening gunshot shattered the tranquility of the room, the sound reverberating off the walls as time seemed to slow to a crawl. Instinctively, Y/N moved to shield Bela, her body tensing in anticipation of impact.

But she was too late.

The bullet struck true, searing pain tearing through Y/N's abdomen as she staggered backward, the force of the impact sending her crashing to the ground. Shock and disbelief painted the faces of Alcina and the girls as they watched in horror, their cries of alarm echoing in the chaos that ensued.

Ethan Winters emerged from the shadows, his presence a menacing reminder of the danger that lurked within the castle walls. Y/N fought through the pain, her voice strained as she addressed him.

"Why are you here, Ethan?" she pleaded, desperation coloring her words.

But Ethan remained silent, his gaze cold and unyielding as he turned his attention to the Dimitrescu sisters and Alcina. Panic surged within Y/N as she watched him advance, her instincts screaming at her to protect her family at all costs.

With a fierce resolve, Y/N pushed herself to her feet, her body protesting with each movement as she positioned herself between Ethan and the ones she loved. "Stay back!" she warned, her voice trembling with a mixture of pain and determination.

But Ethan showed no signs of relenting, his gaze locked on his targets with a chilling intensity. With a resigned sigh, Y/N braced herself for the inevitable confrontation, her mind racing with thoughts of how to keep her family safe in the face of overwhelming odds.

As Y/N summoned the vines with her chlorokinesis, her focus shifted solely to protecting Alcina and the girls from the imminent threat of Ethan Winters. The tendrils of greenery twisted and coiled around Ethan, ensnaring him in a tight grip as she launched herself into the fray.

The girls and Alcina watched in stunned silence as Y/N unleashed her power, their eyes wide with astonishment at the revelation of her hidden abilities. The air crackled with energy as Y/N and Ethan clashed, each blow resonating with the weight of their opposing desires.

But despite Y/N's valiant efforts, Ethan proved to be a formidable opponent, his desperation driving him to strike out with renewed ferocity. As he delivered a final, devastating blow, piercing Y/N's abdomen with a merciless stab, a cry of anguish tore through the air.

With the last of her strength, Y/N summoned forth a vine, twisting it around Ethan's neck in a desperate bid for survival. With a sickening snap, his lifeless body crumpled to the ground, the threat he posed extinguished in an instant.

Exhausted and wounded, Y/N collapsed to the ground, her body trembling with the effort of her exertions. Alcina and the girls rushed to her side, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief as they surveyed the scene before them.

"Daniela, keep her awake!" Alcina's voice rang out, laced with urgency as she knelt beside Y/N, her hands trembling as she sought to staunch the flow of blood from her wounds.

The youngest Dimitrescu sister nodded frantically, her hands gentle as she cradled Y/N's head in her lap, her voice trembling with emotion. "Stay with us, Mămica. Please, don't leave us."

Y/N's vision blurred as she struggled to remain conscious, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she met Alcina's gaze with unyielding determination. "I'll protect you because... because I love you," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper before darkness claimed her, her body succumbing to the darkness that threatened to consume her.

With tender care, Alcina lifted Y/N into her arms, cradling her gently as she carried her to their room, the girls trailing behind in solemn silence. The journey felt endless, each step a testament to the weight of their collective worries as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of Castle Dimitrescu.

Upon reaching their sanctuary, Alcina laid Y/N upon the bed with infinite gentleness, her touch reverent as she began to tend to her injuries. With practiced precision, she cleaned and dressed Y/N's wounds, her movements deliberate as she worked to ease her lover's pain.

The girls watched with a mixture of awe and concern, their hearts heavy with the realization of Y/N's sacrifice. As Alcina finished her ministrations, they crawled into bed beside Y/N, seeking solace in the warmth of her embrace.

Bela nestled close to Y/N's side, her touch light as a feather as she draped an arm over her, while Cassandra snuggled against her other side, her breaths soft and steady against Y/N's skin. Daniela settled in the crook of Y/N's arm, her presence a soothing balm against the ache of her injuries.

Alcina took a seat in a large chair nearby, her eyes never leaving Y/N's form as she held vigil over her beloved. With a book in hand, she settled in for the long night ahead, the pages offering little distraction from the weight of her worries.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Y/N stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of the Dimitrescu sisters gathered around her bedside, their faces radiant with relief and joy.

"Mămica, you're awake!" Daniela exclaimed, her voice filled with unrestrained delight as she threw her arms around Y/N, her embrace warm and comforting.

Bela and Cassandra echoed their sister's sentiments, their smiles bright as they showered Y/N with affectionate hugs and whispered words of gratitude.

Alcina watched from the foot of the bed, her heart swelling with love and relief at the sight of Y/N awake and alert once more. With a soft smile, she approached Y/N, her gaze tender as she spoke.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Alcina began, her voice laced with sincerity. "For what happened last night, and for the hurtful words I spoke. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make amends and to work on controlling my temper."

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude at Alcina's apology, her own forgiveness offered freely as she reached out to take her lover's hand in hers. "Thank you, Alcina. I know we'll get through this together."

With the tension of the previous night lifted, the day unfolded with a sense of newfound peace and harmony. The Dimitrescu family spent the hours together, basking in the warmth of each other's company, the laughter of the girls filling the air with joy.

As they shared meals and shared stories, the bond between them grew stronger, their love for one another shining brightly amidst the shadows of their shared past. And as the day drew to a close, Y/N found solace in the embrace of her family, grateful for the second chance they had been given to cherish the moments they shared together.

[wintersangelic]

If I Loved You Less - A Cassandra Dimitrescu Angst Fic

"Cassandra should've known that a Dimitrescu falling in love with a human would never end well. Alcina learned that lesson the hard way."

Chapter: 1/5 ♡ Word Count: 3.6K ♡ Rating: T ♡ AO3 Link

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[multimilfs]

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader: No Place Like Home

Summary: Alcina Dimitrescu + 38 -- "Can we go home yet?"

Prompt from this list here!

A/N: Writing this made me very happy. I love fics that focus on the whole Dimitrescu family, they're very wholesome (as wholesome as they can get) and I love them. I hope you all like this, please don't hesitate to leave a comment :)

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Tag List: @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld

AO3

Warning(s): Blood, Minor gore, Ambiguous relationships

According to Daniela, there are several reasons why winter is awful. 

Number one—it’s freezing! How could anyone enjoy their day when their limbs are half-numb with cold?

Number two—they’re stuck inside the Castle. This is one that bothers you as well; you failed to realize how much of a handful three castle-ridden girls would be. 

Number three—and Daniela’s least favorite, there is nothing to do. 

Winter has been your favorite season since you could walk; The holidays, the snow, the warmth of blankets and drinks. Your fondest memory is curling up with your sisters beneath a blanket after spending the day in the snow, fingers slowly warmed by ceramic mugs full of hot chocolate. It’s one you held onto your entire life. One you want to share with your new family. 

So you’ve decided to disprove Daniela’s points—or the last one, at least. 

“You’re quiet tonight.” Alcina comments. 

She glances across the room to where you’re curled up by the fireplace, book in your hand forgotten while you stare at the flames. You’re unsure how long you’ve been distracted. Her place in her own book is marked by a finger as she waits. 

“I’m just thinking.” 

“Ah,” She nods, “And here I thought it was the fireplace producing smoke.” 

You roll your eyes, but can’t stop the upturn of your lips, “Very funny.” 

Alcina wears a smirk as she goes back to her reading, leaving you to your thoughts. You can’t figure out how to bring winter to three girls who’ll die from the cold. They have to stay warm, there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Unfortunately, both hot and cold can’t coexist for what you want to plan. 

Sighing heavily, you put your head in your hands. You want to give up and call off the whole idea. Think, your mind argues, You’re a Dimitrescu now, and Dimitrescu’s don’t give up. 

“Alcina?” 

She hums, not looking up from her book, “Hm?” 

“Has the village ever celebrated the holidays? Not in the religious way, but in the festivities, giving kind of way.” 

“Not that I can recall. Mother Miranda frowns upon celebrations that aren’t tied to her. Though she could be forgiving this year, with Eva being freshly returned.” 

Ah. There’s the basis of your issues then; Mother Miranda. You nod and stand. Crossing the room, you’re delighted to remember that Alcina’s at level height with you since she’s sitting. You lean in and steal a long kiss. 

You pull away, red-faced and breathless, “Can I use the phone in your office?” 

And then you’re standing at her desk, the large phone clutched in your hand and ringing, ringing, ringing… 

“This better be good.” A cool, venomous voice drips down the line. 

You ignore the venom, “Mother Miranda.” 

“Little human.” 

Her voice has ticked higher in pitch, though otherwise nothing about the woman changes. You can hear the giggles of Eva somewhere in the background. 

“I trust you’re well?” 

“Skip the pleasantries. What do you want?” 

You wince, but relay your desires to the Goddess. It takes promises and a dash womanly charm to coax her into your ideas. You’ve agreed to watch Eva anytime she requires, as well as assisting her once a month in her studies. 

If you’re being realistic, you got off far easier than you expected to. You’d anticipated a lot more flirting and agreements of a bloodier nature.

Dodging questions about your call at dinner that evening, you head into the village the next day, alone. The few villagers shy away from the Dimitrescu carriage with fear in their eyes. You knock firmly against the inside of the carriage and bring it to a stop. 

Stepping out into the cold, snow crunching under your feet, you watch the people relax. Their grips are no longer white-knuckled and they nod in your direction. Some even dare to meet your eyes and you do your best to reward them with a smile, especially the curious children. 

You pat the flank of Alcina’s loyal horses, “Aștepta.” 

Beelining to the back of the village square, you slip quietly into the butchers. It’s empty save for you and the graying woman on the other side of the counter. Her back is facing you, rusty red curls slipping from the black scarf around her head, hacking away at a carcass with a cleaver. 

“Be with you in a moment.” She throws over her shoulder. 

“Take your time.” 

The cleaver clatters onto the table and she spins. Her eyes are wide, one hand clutching her chest as it rises and falls too quickly. 

“My Lady!” 

“I said take your time, Detta,” You sigh, “Will you ever listen to me?” 

“Her Ladyship would dislike it very much if I kept you waiting.” 

“My wife isn’t here. Finish up your task and then you can help me, not a moment before.” 

Detta hesitates as if waiting for a trap. You mentally curse the Lords—not for the first time—for inspiring so much fear into the people of their domain. Your love for your wife and her family is unending, but there are many times you could smack them for being so cruel. It makes interactions like this all the more difficult. 

You sense eyes staring in the shop, following your every move. You wonder if Detta feels them glued to her back as well. But you peruse the selection of dried meats as if they’re not there. 

There’s an attractive set of hindquarters hanging behind the counter. A heavy layer of salt covers the outside, dark red made pale pink. You wonder if your girls would appreciate it; it’s hardly their preferred fare of man-flesh, but Bela and Cassandra were fond of venison on occasion. 

Apparently satisfied with her work, Detta turns back to you, arms splattered with blood. You hardly notice it. 

“How can I help you, My Lady?” 

“I have an interesting request for you.” 

“Anything.” 

You level the woman with a look, “I’m not my wife, Detta. You’re allowed to refuse me.” 

Detta nods, but her eyes flicker behind you, to where the village no-doubt watches on. There’s sweat on her brow and you know it isn’t from her hard work. You sigh. You can hardly blame her for being so afraid, she’s grown up in the village and seen the countless atrocities committed, but you don’t want to be viewed as an extension of the bloodshed. 

Never have you raised a hand against any of them, but it’s done little to make you more favorable. You suppose that became your lot when you took the Dimitrescu name. 

“I… What is your request, My Lady?” 

“I’d like to set up a bit of festivity here for the holidays, including stalls for businesses like yours. Mother Miranda has given me her blessing. You’re highly respected amongst the people and I’d like you to spread the word around.” 

She hesitates. 

“You don’t trust me.” 

“It’s not that, My Lady,” Detta says, “The winter season has been hard on the village. It will be hard to join the festivities with no product.”

“What would the village require to make this happen?” 

Another glance behind you, a deep breath, “The lycans need to be disposed of. They hunt all our game and stock, trample crops, and terrorize us all around. Rid us of them and celebrations will be easier.” 

You nod. Heisenburg hardly needs the foul creatures anymore, the threat of Ethan Winters and associated groups having been eliminated. It will take a lot more than agreeing to watch Eva to convince Mother Miranda, but the woman has always been partial to you for some odd reason. You’re not convinced Alcina will appreciate what you have to agree to. 

Detta seems to take your silence as evidence of anger; she’s backed herself away from you, as far as she can without being rude. Her hand grips the handle of her cleaver. You could almost laugh at the absurdity of the scene, but you need her favor. 

“Give me a week.” You say, “And I’ll take the hindquarters behind you. What are those, venison?” 

—

The piece of meat goes over well. 

“None for me, girls.” Alcina turns it away, sipping at her wine. 

“Mama?” Daniela turns to you. 

Motioning to your plate where a cooked piece rests, “I’m alright. Thank you, bug.” 

The words have hardly left your mouth before the three swarm, teeth ripping into the raw meat. You’re thankful the aging process left it with less blood. Leaning back, you watch as you always do, with a sense of horrified interest. 

A large hand comes to rest on your thigh beneath the table. You glance up into golden eyes, offering her a fond smile. She smirks in response. 

“Your trip to the village proved worthwhile, it seems.” She comments. 

“To a degree, yes. I still have much to do,” You shift, sitting up and turning to face her. Alcina’s eyes meet your own and narrow, “Some of which you may not… enjoy.” 

“Oh?” 

“I need Mother Miranda’s approval and my methods may have to be… different, this time.” 

“No.” 

“Alcina, please.” 

Her wine glass is slammed onto the table. It shatters, Sanguis Virginis running over her gloved hand. The girls don’t notice. 

“She can’t have you.” Alcina snarls. 

“What is one night with her compared to an eternity with you?” You ask, “It’s only my body. You own the rest.” 

“I own all of you!” 

“Alcina, this is an opportunity to endear the village to us. I know you’ve been searching for one. You can hardly scoff when it drops into your lap!” 

“I can when it involves loaning out my wife!” 

You stand and move into her space. Slowly, you drag a finger up her arm, until you meet her gaze with eyes full of desire. Her jaw clenches. 

“What if you’re there too, hm? You’ve always enjoyed watching.” You whisper. 

Alcina exhales heavily through her nose. She rakes her eyes over you slowly and you can practically see the images behind them. You, in various positions, another pair of hands pinching and pulling at flesh, while all she can do is watch in a delicious state of helplessness. The interest and hate rolls off of her in waves. 

Her hand wraps around your smaller one. Your wrist is pulled to her nose and she inhales, eyes darkening with the scent of you in her senses. Teeth dig in and pull blood from the veins. You try not to whine. 

Three sets of eyes look up from their meal. 

Alcina pulls a tasteful amount of blood from you before pulling away. It colors her lips like another shade of lipstick. 

“You are mine, understood?” Alcina asks. 

“Only yours.” 

Cassandra gags, “Ugh. Get a room.” 

“Or at least let us have a taste!” Daniela smiles, blood and flesh in her teeth. 

“What did we say about boundaries, Dani?” 

Daniela wilts under Bela’s chastising look. She curls in on herself, muttering obediently that having them is important while the blonde nods. Should the Cadou parasite not be the right path for you, you’d want to go in a way that benefits your family; where they consume you, down to your marrow; you gather now isn’t the time for such admissions. 

Cassandra has leaned back in her seat to watch the scene unfold with thinly-veiled disgust. She’s using her sickle to pick flesh from between her teeth, accidentally flinging some into the center of the table. 

“Cassandra.”

“Sorry, Mother.” 

The middle daughter doesn’t stop despite her apology. Alcina digs her nails into the arm of her chair, the night’s events taking a toll on her sanity. You can’t blame her. There’s surely more news she’ll fill you in on when you’re wrapped up in bed. 

Something else finds its way into the center of the table, staining the white cloth red, and you see Alcina tense. 

“Girls, you’re excused.” You say quickly. 

All three nod, crossing around to offer brief affection before leaving; Cassandra the quickest of all, you can’t help but feel sorry for any maids that may cross her path. Daniela and Bela are slower and more intentional, offering a kiss on the cheek to you and Alcina. Daniela skips from the room and Bela waits for her to leave before following. 

It leaves you and your wife alone in the room, the latter with her head in her palm, releasing heaving breaths. You wait. Sipping at your soup politely, you spare glances her way. 

“You’re intent on going through with this?” She asks. 

“I am. I want to give the girls something to brighten their spirits.” 

“And there’s no other way?” 

“The village wants free of the Lycans and Karl won’t let them go unless Miranda tells him to. I’ve already made steep promises for my plans to happen at all, but this… there’s only one thing left to bargain with.” 

Alcina seethes, “Very well.” 

You lay your hand on the table between you, palm up. 

She stares at it for a few long moments. Placing her own hand over your own, you smile, and bring it to your lips. You kiss the back of it reverently. 

From there your plans unfold nicely. After a long meeting with Mother Miranda—in person, to Alcina’s disgust—the two of you settle on terms; she’ll permanently rid the village of lycans for 24-hours of unhindered access to you. It’s too easy, but that’s a problem for later. 

Within a week the village is free of the twisted creatures. Detta seems both pleased and surprised you managed it when you visit, but makes good on her end of the bargain. The people are informed of your plans and the square undergoes an exciting transformation. 

All of it is on your and Alcina’s dime of course. The Duke is all too happy to provide what you need for the lei you offer. He’s friendly enough though and you’re not naive to business relations, so you don’t take it too hard when he vanishes after collecting payment. 

It feels like a whirlwind until the day of the festivities rolls around. You bounce on your heels in the hall of four, waiting for your family. Alcina descends the stairs first, wrapped in pure white fur, smirking at your apparent excitement. 

“I’m glad to see you so pleased, draga mea.” Alcina presses a kiss to your lips. 

“I just hope the girls like it.”

“They will,” She assures you, raising her voice, “Daughters!” 

The familiar swarms race down the stairs, coming to a stop and forming your girls. Cassandra and Bela stand properly and nod at their Mother. Daniela throws herself into your arms, making you spin to catch her. She squeals in your ear. 

“I’m so excited, Mama! A real winter festival!” 

“Darling girl, try not to deafen your Mama.” Alcina suggests. 

You kiss Daniela’s forehead, “I’m excited for you and your sisters to see it, bug.” 

Cassandra clears her throat. You all glance her way. 

“If you’re so excited, why are we still standing here?” She asks. 

It’s a valid point. You miss the warning glance Alcina gives over your head, taking your wife’s arm and leading the way outside. The Dimitrescu carriage waits, the horses whickering and shaking their heads, eager to move. A maid holds open the door for you and your wife first. 

You let Alcina step in, followed by your daughters, but don’t enter yourself. All four give you curious stares. But you rush to the front where the horses wait with forced patience. 

They, like your family, are beautiful in a twisted nature; all a dappled gray, with midnight black manes, their flesh sunken in to reveal their skeletons. Their mouths drip black like they swallowed an inkwell. Where eyes once were are empty, red sockets. Though they lack the organs, you can still feel them follow your movements. 

In a pouch you’ve tied to your hip are five apples you dipped in clotted blood. The first, Negatio, noses the bag with interest. You pat one side of his face while feeding him an apple with your other hand. You go through the same motions with the other four until they’re pleased and your family is suitably impatient, making you smile. 

You’re tucked into Alcina’s side for the trip, enjoying the warmth of her body despite the heat in the carriage. 

“Mama?” Bela asks softly. 

“Yes, sweet bug?” 

“How are you keeping the carriage warm?” 

“A generator and heater I affixed to the back,” You answer. When they all stare blankly, you correct, “Technology I purchased from the Duke.” 

They all nod in understanding. You bite your lip to keep from laughing, leaning back against the seat and enjoying the gentle sway of the carriage. Out the window a fine layer of snow has started to fall. Alcina takes your hand in her own. 

You open your eyes and look up at her. She kisses the back of your hand, eyes impossibly fond. Cassandra rolls her eyes across from you. 

“Can we go home yet?” 

Alcina’s eyes are ripped from you as she glares. You raise your eyebrows at the reaction, saying nothing. 

“Cassandra.” 

“What? I’m just asking a question.” 

“You know how much time your Mama has put into this. The least you can be is grateful.” 

“I never said I wasn’t grateful! I just want to know how long this will take, there’s an old sword in the armory I had to stop working on.” 

You lean forward, “If you’d rather, we can take you back to the Castle, Cassandra.” 

“Absolutely not.” Alcina snarls, making murderous eyes at her middle daughter, “Cassandra will join her family for the festivities you so carefully planned and like it.” 

Cassandra grumbles and crosses arms over her chest. When you’re sure your wife isn’t looking, you meet Bela’s eyes, the both of you looking lost and confused; silently asking what the fuck was that? Neither one of you can come up with an answer. 

The youngest bounces eagerly in her seat by the window. It grates on Cassandra’s nerves the longer it happens and you’re waiting for all hell to break loose, you curse yourself for not telling the group to leave their weapons at home. 

The carriage rounds a final bend and the lights of the village come into view. All four of your family members lean forward to get a look, eyes wide. 

String lights hang from every tree and building around the village square. In the center stands a tall tree decked out with ornaments of all shapes and sizes. Some are brightly colored orbs and others a mesh of wood and glue, courtesy of the first graders at the school. 

Near the back, in front of where Detta’s shop is, stands a long white tent. People dip in and out, some bearing arms full of goods, others clutching only a steaming drink. 

When the carriage comes to a stop, you’re pleased to see minimal reactions to your arrival. You wave your girls out first. 

“After you.” 

Daniela shoves past her sisters and out into the air. She turns in circles and giggles, looking at you and Alcina with a large smile. 

“Mother, it’s warm out here!” 

“What?” Bela says aloud, while Cassandra scoffs out, “No way!” 

Soon enough the three of them are standing outside of the carriage, looking surprised and excited. Daniela and Bela even join hands and dance childishly for a moment before Alcina clears her throat. You elbow her hard. 

“Let them enjoy this.” You say. 

“I am, but they’re still Ladies of House Dimitrescu. They need to uphold the image.” 

“For who?”

“Mother Miranda strictly explained—“ 

“Mother Miranda needed you and the girls to intimidate so she could take what she wanted. The villagers are already frightened and Miranda’s achieved her goal. Let the girls be girls or I’ll have the carriage take you home.” 

Alcina’s eyebrows reach her hairline. You hold your breath and wonder if you’ve gone too far, but she smirks. 

“How refreshing,” She purrs, “Speak to me like that again and you may lose your tongue, draga mea.” 

“Yes, Alcina.” 

“Good girl.” 

You’re led into the festivities on your wife’s arm. Though you helped set everything up, it looks better than you expected. 

Detta waves shyly from across the square and you smile. The Duke sits next to her, gesturing passionately with his hands, and Detta blushes. You wink at the two. 

Your girls have disappeared into the tent to harass the local vendors and you’re about to join them when Daniela skips out, hot chocolate in her hands. 

“So,” You start, “still think Winter is awful and boring?” 

“Pretty much! But this is nice. Maybe it’s not so bad if this happens.” 

You laugh, shaking your head. Daniela grins and vanishes. You’ve done all you can to spruce up this winter for them and you’re rather proud of yourself. 

You already have a new set of ideas for next year and a whole 12 months to plan this time; you’re looking forward to firmly changing Daniela’s mind… eventually. For now you’ll just settle for being together. 

[thewritersaddictions]

House Dimitrescu: Lady Dimitrescu- My Fair Lady

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: fem!Reader x fem!Reader, fluff, confusion, The Dimitrescu Daughters, Sweet Alcina Dimitrescu.

Summary: When Alcina meets you she can't help but fall head over for you it might just help with your issues.

WC- 1.4K

A/n: firefly-graphics for dividers

Resident Evil 8 Master List // House Dimitrescu Master List

Alcina couldn’t help but get upset by the loud commotion going on outside the castle walls. Something was bothering them or rather intriguing the towns people. Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela weren’t bothered by the noises as they crept their ways away from their mother to go sneak food from the kitchen.  

The lady Dimitrescu was more than intrigued when she finally did venture outside the castle walls. The townspeople had gathered around a gold carriage. The laughs and giggles of towns folk soon erupted and became a whole harmonized sound that echoed in the small village that was in the mountains. Alcina arched a brow and wondered what could have possibly grabbed the attention of these poor and dank old people.  

A gold carriage was a good start, they hadn’t seen anything that nice or pretty for a long time. Now if that was Alcina doing or not she would never confess, her thoughts were stopped though when she what had everyone under a spell in the village.  

A beautiful girl had made her way to the center of the village. Near the sword wielding women, she stood with such grace and it look as though she was already admired by all who lived here. Well at least all that lived in the village homes. Alcina had made her way down into the crowd, and if we’re honest it’s hard to miss the 9-foot-tall women wearing white come walking around.  

I saw her from the corner of my eye, the white of her. The towns people whose attention I still had must have no noticed her yet as she circled us like vultures. I tried my hardest to gather strength and continued on why my conversation, but that was soon taken from me.  Scared eyes lighting up with fear, and all I could hear way the running footsteps of them. Suddenly there I was alone with the tall women in white.  

“You’re new to our small village.” The women say, her voice comes out like smooth wine and it’s got this cute accent behind every syllable she speaks. “Yes, I’m only here for a short moment.” I said taking in a deep breath as I have to arch my neck in a way, I’ve never had to speak with someone. “Might I ask why you’re visiting our quaint village?” The tall women asked her gaze falling down. I shallowed my panic, not that I had anything to be panicked about.  

“I’m here to see or rather talk with the lady of that castle.” I spoke, pointing towards the large castle doors. The same ones that the tall women had only just walked through before starting this very interesting conversation. “What’s your name my fair lady?” The massive women asked. I stumbled over my words, my name.. my name is y/n. . She smirked, and kneeled ever so slightly. She’d never be the same height as the young princess standing in front of her, but she tired. “So, do you know the name of said Lady?” The tall women asked me her eyes scanning my face. Light brown eyes making my skin crawling in a new and odd way.  

“A lady Dimitrescu.” I said shortly, wondering where this massive women was going with her series of questions. “Hmm, She truly is a grand women that Lady Dimitrescu.” She smirked and started to walk off. Where was she going to, and why drop all those cryptic questions. I pulled the hem of my dress so I didn’t scrap against the dirty ground as I chased after her the best I could. I heard as I chased after her her laugh the tall women that I was chasing was leading me straight towards the castle.  

“I never got to ask, but who are you?” I finally asked, she turned large hips stopping in their sway. A large smirk had became what look liked a permanent feature on her beautiful face. The more I looked into her eyes, the more I fell for the beautifully tall women that was standing in white in front of me.  

“Well if you must know dearie, Im Lady Alcina Dimitrescu.” I swear my mouth dropped and reached the ground before I was able to speak she turned and laughed before walking again towards the massive doors. They open on demand with just a wave of her and I followed closely behind her. Not bothering with the dirt that was starting to gather in the bottom of my dress. “Aw puppy you sure you want into this castle my dearie?” She asked her question brought fears, but something about her pet names brightened the very dark street I was treading on.  

“So dearie what is it that you were here for?” Dimitrescu asks as she settles into a dark and iron smelling room. I gather my bearing looking around. “I… I don’t know anymore. I wasn’t even sure that I would get an audience with you. I don’t have much prepared I’m sorry Lady Dimitrescu.” I rambled on my eyes not dare looking even towards her direction. “Oh sweetie. Come, sit.” She said out reached her large leathered covered hand. I gulped back the fear and terror placing my much small hand in hers. Her cheeks if ever so glimmered with a rare shade of pink and red, something against her pale skin and cold touch brought a new and different look towards her.  

I let Dimitrescu guide me. “When it’s just the two of us you may call me Alcina. “ she said, and in one moment I was resting in her lap. As if I had weighed nothing to her she had lifted me and placed me down. “And why only when we are alone? I asked. For the first time being so close to her. Her features up close did no justice for the far off rumors I had all my childhood. Of course before Alcina was able to answer the strange and horrible shrieking sounds came through the castle walls. My alarmed sat must have set something off in Lady Dimitrescu, her grip on my waist tightened and she whispered into my ear, “Be calm dearie.”  

Then like magic flies came out of nowhere and three daughters were in-front of the two of us. “MOTHER!!” The blonde daughter yelled, her face contorted in an instant, but then another daughter popped up, “Mother! Whatever Bela said is a true lie.” But even her eyes seem to cut through me like glass. Finally the last one turns up, “Mommy, I didn’t have anything to do with it.”  

“Daughters control yourself, I have a very special guest.” She said her words coming out silky smooth. “Who is that?” The three daughters said in a prefect unison. The pregnant pause was grand in the small bedroom that Alcina had taken me into. “Lady Y/n, please let me introduce you to my three daughters. Daniela, Bela, and Cassandra.” Each daughter stepping forward bowing and then stepping back.  

“Now go run off daughters Lady Y/n and I have some things to discuss.” Alcina said her daughter yet again in a flutter off smoke and flies disappeared. I hadn’t realized just tall I had become by sitting in Lady Dimitrescu. It was never my intention to grab the lady of the house’s attention but maybe I could use it to my advantage. “Now dearie. Business, what did you want to discuss with me?” There was a tinkering light behind Alcina eyes. Maybe what I wanted would come so hard if I just played my cards right and let the great Alcina Dimitrescu fall head over heels for me. I smirked and “I need your help… my village the next one over is in desperate need and I traveled here all my my lonesome to ask for your help.” I rambled on. Pleading eyes and soft words. Her expression softened and she smile the most pure smile I had seen in years. “Absolutely, under a condition. You’re to stay with me. I think you’ll do well here with me and my daughters isn’t the right sweetie.” Alcina said.  

I smiled and hugged her tight her large breast causing a great cushion between her and me. Hook line and sinker I had grabbed Lady Dimitrescu and hadn’t even meant that. Head over heels for me and anything I asked as long as I stayed, I’d do anything for my village even if I stayed with the big bad white wolf of the mountains.  

Posted on: 11/12/22

Completed on: 11/11/22

House Dimitrescu-

[fandom-go-round]

Ohhh, may I please request something with Alcina x fem!werewolf!reader? You KNOW there's some good tying down and biting kinks between them, gawd 🫣

Hey Anon, no issues here but please let me know if you want NSFW or not. This was phrased a little weird so I didn’t know what direction you wanted. I went that route here so hopefully that’s what you wanted!

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Werewolf Reader, Biting Kink, Chasing Kink, Being Pinned Down and Fucked, Begging

It can be hard for people on the outside to see that the two of you are in love. Mostly it’s because Alcina is a perfectionist and you’re much more laid back. This leads to her scolding you and telling you to ‘straighten up’; never said in a mean way but it always comes off harsh. You, in turn, tell her a loosen up and enjoy life more. All in all, it balances out. The girls know for sure that the two of you are in love and to clear out when the two of you begin eying each other.

Both of you enjoy a good chase and depending on who’s in the mood, the chaser can be either of you. Alcina likes to chase when she needs to blow off steam; it helps that you’re not human and give her a challenge. She wants to pin you to the ground and make you beg. When you chase it’s more about driving you both to the edge, pinning Alcina to the ground and making her forget everything but you.

Biting is a huge part of sex for both of you, though it’s in different ways. You like to leave bites on her thighs and breasts, some place that they’ll be hidden. Alcina doesn’t like people seeing the marks and you’re alright with that. It means that she’s yours and she likes to admire the large, jagged bites on her own. Alcina’s bites are a cross between wanting to feed and to show you off. Her marks are always on the neck or wrist where people can see them easily. She bites in a perfect circle and you’re impressed every time you see them.

There’s always a struggle at the beginning of your sessions, usually to show who’ll be on top. It’s nothing too rough (for the two of you) but whoever ends up on bottom or top tends to stay that way. Alcina wants you to rely completely on her and give yourself to her; nothing makes her happier than having you go boneless and beg her to keep going. You want exactly the opposite; Alcina shouldn’t be able to form words by the time you’re done with her. You want her to be a mess and truly herself, not the show she puts on in front of others. Either way it’s a win-win situation; neither of you are going to say no to orgasms.

[saintlyguy]

more house dimitrescu imagines, fresh from the oven with shredded cheese. turn them into fanfics if you want

1. Among Us: Why would a world class detective be invited to Mother Miranda’s New Year’s Spooktacular? Because in her palace, people that stand out are appreciated. After uncovering an imposter among a group of astronauts prior to their mission to Tau Volantis, Mother Miranda just HAD to take a peak inside your head. But not before mingling with her dubbed Four Lords; her adopted children who grew the family fortune while establishing their own names in different industries. You had the pleasure of bumping into the towering and GORGEOUS form of Alcina Dimitrescu, vineyard baroness. After the initial apologies, Lady Dimitrescu insisted you make up for your blunder by accompanying her throughout the evening. HOW COULD YOU SAY NO? She introduced you to Miranda herself, her prominent investors Duke and the Winters, and then her siblings. Her brother Heisenburg got up in her face which made you step in to defend the Lady then tell him off before sending him to the bathroom to wash your drink from his pants. At first you had Alcina’s intrigue, now you have her attention. The Lady opens up more then reveals pictures of her daughters that she keeps in a locket, leading to proud mother gushing. She then urges to hear some of your cases; her favorite being when you caught that eye-gouging serial killer in Kamurocho. You thought you were going to share an intimate moment in the courtyard only to be called to the dining hall by Alcina’s daughter who were all gushing over how their mama still has game. As you sat to eat, you notice the table for House Dimitrescu is missing its matriarch. Before you could ponder where Alcina was, her siblings Donna and Monreu scream “MOTHER HAS BEEN MURDERED!” Your instincts kick in as you implore the two to take you to the body then yelling out to security to lockdown the dining hall. As you rush with them you pass by a panting and disheveled Alcina; your eyes meeting to relay that something has gone wrong. You arrive at the crime scene and find Miranda crushed under a vanity. “That’s… that’s Alcina’s vanity!” yells Donna. Oh shit. Alcina is the prime suspect, but there’s more than meets the eye to this case. You’re gonna have to find out who killed Miranda to save Alcina.

2. Role reversal: You were Alcina’s head servant turned personal assistant turned lover. Or as her daughters playfully dubbed you: Big Momma’s Bottom Bitch. Before becoming Alcina’s equal, you were everything from her personal chef to her cleaner. Then you filled the roles from driver to masseuse. Now you are her first, her last, her everything :) As wholesome as you were with the Lady, you can bet your ass that she loved to be unwholesome with you >:) Days of enjoying each other’s company turned into nights of enjoying each other in ways that makes it hard for Alcina to look her daughters in the eye. Alcina is a very accomodating woman as she is deviously dominant in the bedroom. On some days you’ll switch it up and bring the amazon to her knees while every other day is death by snu snu. On your anniversary you decided to go a bit further will your own dominant side. Alcina is used to you groveling at her feet or demanding her to worship you like a chiuahua. Tonight after a filling meal and some time to unwind in front of the fireplace, you ask your wife to allow you some time to prepare a nice surprise for her in your bedroom. Alcina sends you off with a giggle and happy claps. While your wife bounces in anticipation you set the stage! “Alcina! My love? Come here!” Alcina decides to do that swaying walk you love so you can have your own little show as she makes her entrance. Alcina enters to the lovely surprise of you in a perfectly tailored suit with tucked shirt and a nice leather belt. “WHY AREN’T YOU IN UNIFORM?” Alcina is puzzled as you gesture her to the walk-in closet which contained a… maid outfit!? Alcina knew you wanted to be dominant, but she didn’t realize she was gonna be put through the ringer! She loved it. Your wife… your maid walks in with a feather duster and a maid costume that generously shows off her stockings and skin! You grin then command Alcina: “Come here.”

3. They’re in the goddamn walls: Lucky you gets to spend your summer vacations from classes at the luxurious apartment of your distant relative Aunt Ada at the Arconia in Manhattan. On the days your Aunt was off, she took you all over NYC: to Flushing for hotpot and taiyaki with ice cream, or to Washington Square Park to watch crackheads, or to the corner to shoot dice. Work days when Aunt Ada left you money for whatever food you want were still fun since you had such a big fancy building to explore. You got to know the tenants like the dollmaker Donna, veteran Chris Redfield, and video game reviewer Wesker. Your favorite tenants were the Dimitrescus: single mom CEO Alcina and her three fun loving daughters Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. Most days you would play with them or just hang out at either of your places. It got to the point where Alcina took you to the side to say “You’re no longer a guest. You’re family.” You just had to hug her which led to one big group hug. Days were spent laughing with the Dimitrescu girls, while nights were spent texting with Daniella. Sure you texted her sisters, but with Daniella you text and talk long into the night. You send each other memes and even greeting with hearts. Everyone on the floor knew you were sweet on each other. It even got to the point where the Dimitrescus and your Aunt would collaborate to get you two alone so that one of you could confess. So far there have been 17 attempts. One evening, Daniella asks that you meet her while her family was out doing errands. You arrive to see she has found a secret entrance in her bedroom that leads behind the walls! You two decide to explore, finding relics of the past and even eavesdropping on your neighbors. This becomes your secret getaway with Daniella; this was special because it belonged to only the two of you. Daniella decided on some nighttime fun and decides to wake you up in the middle of the night. IN YOUR ROOM! Turns out there’s another secret door to the corridor in your room, which means you two can see each other whenever you want! You and Daniella decide to creep around at night to see if you two can catch anyone lacking. You two halt near Jill Valentine’s room because of some laughter. You two peek through vents to see that Jill has company and is getting pretty intimate with a handsome shaggy man. The two of you watch then out of shame pull away only to stare at each other for what seems like eternity. Daniella breaks the silence: “Kiss me. Now.” It’s everything you two could ever want. After yet another eternity you walk her back to her apartment without realising your footsteps alerted Redfield. “They’re in the walls… THEY’RE IN THE GODDAMN WALLS!” You two book it back to her apartment, close the secret enteance, then jump under her covers. You two lay as your breathing returns to normal only to drift off to sleep because of how safe you two make each other feel. The morning after was really awkward since you woke up to find Alcina and Aunt Ada waiting in the doorway while Bela and Cassandra are celebrating.

4. Runaway bride: You love your job as the bartenderista of that one place in Raccoon City where everybody knows your name. Serving up drinks and good food to forlorn students and workers alike kept you on your feet and made everyday interesting. Especially ones where you had to double as bouncer and toss out troublemakers. One of your regulars, Norm swears that your punches are enough to drop a tiger. On a quiet evening, your usual routine of cleaning the tables is interrupted by a bride in a luxurious gown looking like she just ran a marathon. “Hey can I hide here for a bit? I’ll pay you $500000.” What dafuq? Anyone else would have taken the money, but you offered this stranger her own booth and even a meal. “You look like you need to get away from something.” Introducing herself as Bela Dimitrescu, eldest daughter of real estate tycoon Alcina Dimitrecu, the bride settles down and calms down once she tastes your karaage. Through the delightful sounds of eating, Bela tells you that she left her fiance at the alter with nothing but her gown because the marriage is a sham. Then why dafuq did she say yes? Because she was only doing what she thought best for her family, specifically her mother. Bela was to marry the heir to the Umbrella Corporation; their marriage would also merge the company with that of her mother, establishing their position at the top of the financial food chain of Raccoon City. So she put up a facade, pretending to be enamored with her fiance or at least the idea of merging two powerful families. You stand up and declare “Stay as long as you need.” Your apartment is just above the restaurant and you’ve got a spare bedroom. Also you know that Bela certainly needs time to plan how to tell her family that the wedding can not happen. You give Bela a change of clothes then settle in for the night, planning to close shop tomorrow so you both can plan her next move. There’s plenty of banter and jokes until you two hear on the radio that Bela has been declared missing and possibly kidnapped by her mother and the police. You turn on the tv to see a press conference of Bela’s family pleading for her return. Only after the report do you notice Bela was clutching your hand, you being her sole comfort during her darkest hour.

5. Curious Curator: Cassandra Dimitrescu owns a private gallery of treasures and oddities that could put tourist traps suc as the Winchester Mansion and the Mystery Shack out of business. “Come one, come all to Cassandra’s Cache to see fossils of unimaginable creatures and peruse paintings that stimulate parts of your mind that you never knew existed. No tour is complete until a guest fires one of the weapons!” Cassandra’s favorite is her genuine live cannon :) However, it is not the myriad of artifacts and unconventional armory that draws visitors, it is the promise of Cassandra’s personal vault. Cassandra takes a vibe check of every guest, weighing if they are worthy of peeping into her vault and in extension: her soul. Cassandra’s vault has been rumored to be everything from being a library full of texts from lost civilizations to being her personal pirate hoard to being the finest doomsday bunker. Only one person has peeked her interest and has a chance to be the first allowed into her vault: you, the quirky yet sometimes witty handyperson of the neighboring town who always drops by to see if the isolated Cassandra needs anything. Yeah she needs you to breach her vault, hot stuff.

6. Oh my Goddess: Alcina, Goddess of women and wine undertakes the task of rebuilding Greece after a certain demigod kills Zeus then leaves for Midgard. Unlike her predecessors, Alcina shares her power with her children Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. If she and her daughter were butting heads, then how would the Goddess of Wine grow the vineyards that will feed and quench her newfound home (Mama needs her wine!). Alcina’s daughter rarely fought, often ceased by Big Mama’s tough love, but somehow they always find time to fight about who among the daughters reigned supreme. Alcina reached her limit when a fight caused the Goddess to spill her private reserves into a volcano which resulted in the birth of dragons. “BELA! CASSANDRA! DANIELA! COME HERE! NOW! Mother has a present :)” Confused that they were not going to be sent to do more labors like cleaning out the augean stables again, the sisters decided to not look a gift horse in the mouth. “My darlings, my lovelies :) I have a nice golden apple for the best girl!” GASP “But mother… there’s only one.” Alcina gives a smirk >:) “I know, my loves.” The Mother Goddess then throws the apple off Mount Olympus, telling her daughters that the mortal who finds the apple will decide who among them deserves it the most. The girls then scramble to reach the mortal world only to find a misthios with a broken spear and an eagle companion. You have no idea why an Apple of Eden is just lying on the side of the road, but your Creed demands that you ensure it does not fall into the wrong hands. Suddenly three goddesses appear before you, each introducing themselves: “I am Bela! Goddess of Knowledge! That apple belongs to the only woman who will know how to use it properly!” states the blonde. “You will know me as Cassandra! Goddess of Indulgence! That apple is mine!” shrieks the dark haired woman. The redhead jumps forward, “I’m Daniella, I came down to do two things: to eat that apple and eat some ass!”

[naturesapphic]

Could I ask for Alcina who loves to make anxious maid reader melt by covering her face with lipstick kisses?

Melted

Alcina dimitrescu x anxious!maid!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff :)

Rain was pattered against the castle in a downpour while you were cleaning the windows. You smiled as you watched the rain pour down and how the trees moved with the wind. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the clicking of heals on the floor coming towards you. You immediately snapped out of it and continued cleaning the windows.

“How are you doing darling?” Lady dimitrescu asked you. You shyly looked up at her and a faint blush covered your cheeks. “I’m doing okay. Just washing the windows…I got a little distracted that’s all. I love watching the rain.” You said shyly as you looked back out the window. Lady dimitrescu followed your gaze and watched a bit with you.

“I can see why you like this but make sure it doesn’t distract you too much dear. You still have a lot more windows to clean.” She smirks as she leans down to give you a big kiss on your cheek which left a red mark after she pulled away. If you thought your face wasn’t red before, it sure is now. “Awww darling does me kissing you make you blush? You look so adorable acting this way.” She said.

She leans down once more and starts covering your face with kisses that left her lipstick on your face and pulls away smiling. “There. After you get done with cleaning the windows I want you to meet me in my office. There’s some things we need to discuss darling.” Your lady said to you and you nodded your head in understanding. “I need words little one.” She said sternly. “Y-yes m-ma’am!” You squeak out and she pats your cheek lovingly as she walks back to her room, swaying her hips. You sat there a blushing and shocked mess but quickly snapped out of it, getting back to work.

A/n: sorry this was so short but I didnt really know what else to put 😭 but I hope you enjoyed anyway and I hope the rest of y’all did too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

[daughter-of-the-undertaker]

Just a thought…

Lady Dimitrescu x Brienne of Tarth

[saintgoths]

ꜱᴍᴜᴅɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀꜱᴄᴀʀᴀ

ADA WONG, BELA DIMITRESCU, ELLIE WILLIAMS AND LADY.

THANK YOU FOR 600+ FOLLOWERS NOW HERE'S SOME WLW ACTION.

WARNING - NASTY SEX, STRAP USING, BITING, TRIBBING, PUSSY EATING, MUMMY KINK, 69 AND SCISSORING.

P!LINKS!

ADA WONG

You hadn’t remembered the last time someone else had made you feel like this, and you had hated the fact that the only person who could reach so deep inside of you and have you craving for more was the same woman you had sworn off from not seeing.

Ada Wong.

The mystique, the enigma.

The woman you had an on and off relationship with, the same woman who’d leave for weeks without saying another word to you, disappear into the world as if she was mist, a woman made of the very same air you’d choke on whenever a thrust from the toy she had worn had pummelled deep inside of you, she had you in a twisted position, face down and your buttocks staring up at her while she smoothed her hands against your skin before she had left it with one last slap.

You had jerked once you had felt the connection, teary-eyed as the strap vibrated against your walls, you had shuddered and flinched every time you had felt the tip of the cock lick deeper inside of you, you didn’t know what you were saying and didn’t realise how much you had cried in bliss. Your mascara smudged and voice trembled as she pulled you into a fountain of orgasms, Ada’s voice talking to you as she purred how much of a good girl you were, always coming back to her and being the adorable pet, you had silently promised her to be.

“Yes!” You had foolishly cried out. “Yes!” You had now been vocal on how you had belonged to her, Ada had known that side of you would come out soon, how slick and tactful she was, as if she was in your mind stroking and egging you on to point out how much you were hers.

“Good girl, say it again for me, say that you’re mine,” Ada moaned as she could feel her high attempt to cut through her, she had tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth, the pearl of her cunt slick and swollen as the vibration of the adult toy pulsated and quivered against her skin, she had rolled her eyes back, her slender digits caught up in your hair as she pulled herself closer to her, her naked chest against your bare and glossy back as she continued to pump the cock inside of you.

Her lips quivered before it had been pressed against your shoulders, she had left sloppy kisses against the wings of your body while she could feel her motions become more jerked. “Ada!” You had cried out, “I’m gonna---oh!” You squealed as your cunt tightened around the object, your body had trembled while your nails dug into the damp bed sheets, as your back had arched deeply as your juices painted the cock, you could feel Ada’s teeth dig into your shoulder, leaving her mark as she muffled her cries, her cum staining the strap that she had pulled out of you.

She had rolled to her back as she released a big sigh while she turned off the strap, you had laid beside her, eyes trained on the ceiling that had dimly lit the area, arm above your head while you had barely looked at her, though, had been aware with how her dark eyes focused on you. “Gonna leave now?” You whispered and as kickback, you felt the way her body shuffled on bed, in thought that she was getting ready to leave, you had been surprised when she wrapped her left arm around your upper torso,

“No,” she replied as she left a kiss against the sharpness of your jaw. “I think I’m gonna stay.”

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BELA DIMITRESCU

She had stared up at you, fingers stiff against your hips while her eyes glinted in a humour that had challenged you, she had known what you had wanted, what you had desired and she had brief moments of giving it to you, and you were so close to it. As if you were a naïve child pointing your hand towards the sun claiming you almost caught it, dominance.

Her citrine coloured eyes had been shadowed as the slick wetness of both of your cunts had shaded above each other, you had licked the back of your lower teeth, you had known she had also wanted it, wanted you to dominate her the way she’d handle you, so you had taken it, had pressed yourself against her, and had watched the way she had moved.

Bela didn’t close her eyes but you saw the way her eyes adjusted as she held back a moan. So, you had leaned forward and kissed her, both of your blood-stained mouths mixed with each other as the sweet aroma of the scarlet liquid had trembled a moan out of her. You had been smooth with the way you wrapped your hand around her neck, there had been a soft heat, as if fire had been slowly melting an ice cave, you had slipped your tongue inside of your mouth and she had gasped, her hands slipped to your buttocks.

You had moved yourself forward and as an echo the slimy and sticky sounds of both of your mixed nectar had been pronounced, she had shuddered, there had been a small fight in her as she gently bucked her hips forward, but you had pressed her down while you had kissed her hard. A high moaned had passed through her lips as you had begun to pick up the pace, her eyes now shut as she had taken in the pleasure that had shifted between her thighs, she had squealed in your mouth as your swollen pearls circled around each other, and once she had tilted her head back, you had attacked her neck with kisses.

You had nibbled and sucked as you could feel her tight cunt throb against yours. “Yes, right there!” She cried out, her moans reflected against the walls, her cries in scales higher compared to her natural tone, thus you had smirked, you had been rough, but there was still an essence of care with the way you had touched her, the way your hands cupped her breasts and circled her inflamed nipples as her back drowned against the bed, she had shook against you and her positioned her hearth in a better angle, she had wanted more, she had wanted it harder, and you saw it with the way she had looked at you.

With much lust and hunger, you had now had both hands wrapped around her throat as you continued to fuck her. “Like that baby?” You had questioned, your inquire enough to have her look at you with doe eyes, eyes she would barely look people with, just for you.

“G’nna cum! Oh baby! Oh!” She screamed as she curled her toes, “Gonna cum!” She echoed as her juices squirted out, her nectar had drenched the both of you, aimed in distances she’d never thought she could do, you had continued to move, adamant to let her go you had chased for your high and pulled your head backwards as you had grunted in inconsistent patterns while Bela continued to cry in bliss under you. “Yes!” She quivered as she could feel herself release one last time, with you, she had orgasmed again before she collapsed her limbs against her bed.

You had smiled while you pulled your used cunt away from her, had pressed your mouth against hers before you had spoken. “On a scale from one to ten, how angry is your mother going to be with me?”

Bela had smirked at you before she replied. “A thousand.”

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ELLIE WILLIAMS

She had been so ludicrous, desperate and empty when she didn’t have her face between your thighs, she had tried. Tired to stay away from you but you were a Siren, a Lorelei, Lilith herself.

She had moaned as her hand coated her soaked cunt that she had circled with the weight of her fingers while she had also tasked herself to suck and lick the small ball that had gently perked up from your small meaty fleece Ellie had captured her mouth with.

Your hips had gently thrusted forwards, hands curved around the arch of the kitchen island you had sat on. Its once cold platform warmed by the heat of your skin and the friction you had caused whenever you had moved your hips forward to press your cunt further against her face.

Her green eyes open as she looked up at you with loving eyes, and as she used two of her digits to slip inside of her tight hole, Ellie had rolled her eyes back while she had encouraged you to bounce on her face. “Mama, come on,” she whimpered before she kitten licked your clit, and in response to her name-calling you had moaned just as you slipped your fingers into the messiness of her hair, guided her on where to move her pink lips and where to inhale you.

You had felt it, the sweet stinging need to release on her face, but you had held it back and choked back a cry when you felt the texture of her tongue slip inside of you, her eyes still open as she watched the way you had fondled your breast, the way you had rocked your hips forwards to bounce on her small meat. “So good, fuck Ellie!” You had wept and as she had hummed against your heat, the smooth vibrations flowing through your body. Frantic, Ellie blinked towards you as she quickly grabbed your other breast.

Like a juvenile, was what Ellie had been, with the way she had suckled on your clit, bounced on her fingers and played with your breast with her other hand, she was like a thirsty mammal, and when she had closed her eyes and had curved her fingers against her sweet areas, she had then climaxed around her digits, her nectar spilling against the ground while she slipped out her fingers and used both of her hands to spread your legs further apart.

“Fuck! Ellie!” You had cried as you could feel yourself begin to shake; eyes drowsy as the second warning of your body wanting to cum zapped through your figure. “Ah-fuck!” You had cried out just as you lurched your body forwards, both of your paws deep into her tied locks as you had finally cummed into her mouth and like the hungry dog she was she had inhaled all of them, licking every inch of your ambrosia as much as she could and once, she had finished, she had pressed her chin against your leg.

There had been a certain look on her face, a look of happiness, and as you had sighed, you returned her smile, Ellie had then spoke. “Did I do well mama?”

“Yeah,” you had breathed. “Yes, you did.”

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LADY

You had lost how long it had been when both you had Lady had started kissing, and you had forgotten how you even made it into the room, all you had known was how much you had wanted to taste her, how much the both of you had wanted to taste each other, it was like your minds were connected, how the two of you were in sync. You had each other hands between each other’s thighs and the two of you had licked each other’s tongues, as if the moment you two would let go of each other you’d both disappear.

“I love you,” Lady breathed before she walked you to the bed, both hands clasped against both sides of your face as she had then pressed you against the soft bed.

It wasn’t long until the two of you had peeled off each other’s clothing and positioned each other’s hearths above each other’s faces, you had been quick to press your tongue against her slit, her taste had been hot and tangy and the simple aroma of her nectar had driven you crazy, you had moaned, your body tight as you could feel her the balance of her tongue stroke your sex, the both of you rolling your hips as you had both chased your high.

Quick, you had thrusted your tongue inside of her, aided her to bounce on your tongue, the slight effort had pulled an fiery string inside of her, and her moans began to get higher in a preposterous scale, her moans twisted into a nasally cry as she could feel herself suck her stomach in, she had lifted her mouth away from your cunt, her eyes were rolled back as she could feel herself quickly orgasm inside of your mouth.

Embarrassed, she had turned to you. “Sorry,” she had muttered and moved, you had shook your head.

“Don’t apologise,” you said before you kissed her again, and cheerfully, Lady had pushed your body against the bed.

“Then let me make it up to you,” she whispered before she crawled up your figure just as she had tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth fore she cupped the back of your knees with her palms. She had positioned herself above your sex before she started to rub her pussy against yours, and with a short sigh, Lady had fluttered her eyes shut, her dainty hands wrapped around your ankle as she slowly picked up the pace.

Her lips had shuddered as her clit smothered against yours, she had closed her eyes before she tilted her head to the side. “You feel so good baby, ah,” she had whined and as kickback you had watched how she quickly moved with your glossy eyes, you had watched how she worked her body, her waist, had stared at the curve of her hips and perk of her breast as she bounced against you, both of your cries intertwined with each other as the wet friction between the two of you had built up.

“You’re so beautiful,” you had muttered before you had reached for her breasts, watchful with how the short strands of her hair had bounced and swayed at every movement of her thrusts, you had circled the pad of your fingers against her nipples and lustful, she had bent over and kissed you again, the strokes of her need to orgasm once more had pulsed through her body and she had held it back, but it had been a terrible but wonderful pain, holding back her nectar and continue racing for yours.

She had lost herself inside of you, breathing you, taking you in when she licked your tongue again, you had gasped and whimpered, as you could feel yourself cry, she had felt so good, you had felt so good, the enlarged bud of your clit stroke and humped against hers, you had traced your fingers against her jaw, shadowed every inch and edge as you could feel yourself want to climax, the two of you in a pool of such intense pleasure that there had been a loss of words, just the mere gasp and moans and the strong staring in each other’s eyes.

The moment one of you had eventually spoken was when you could feel your body tremble, inflamed with bliss and thrill as it took over your body. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You squealed and with flush, Lady laughed through your mouth, stubborn to pull herself away from you, obsessed with idea of being connected with you eternally.

“Cum with me,” she lustfully suggested and once more, her distinct cries commenced again, shaking and jerking against you as her sticky honey spilt against your body, mixing with your amrita that quickly poured out, with a relieved sigh, she had fallen against you.

“Trish is so going to make fun of me,” Lady said before she folded herself off of you.

With a smirk you had agreed. “Yeah, you do moan really weird,” you said and with a short slap against your forearm, Lady clicked her tongue.

“I hate you.”

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REFERENCE TWO

[ellastone-olsen]

WHEN she is a MOTHER >>>

[horeformilfs]

Sorry to bug ya but I was wondering if you’d mind a Alcina x ex umbrella experiment s/o

Like there super snuggly because “this touch doesn’t hurt what!!”

If you want to add some Demi fam in there I am not opposed because it’s cute

Only if you wanna

A Family's Embrace

Dimitrescu Family x Gender Neutral Reader

TW: Panic Attack, PTSD, Nightmares

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The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of the wind against the ancient walls of Castle Dimitrescu. Y/N sat by the window, staring out at the endless stretch of darkness that cloaked the land. The room was warm, a stark contrast to the cold void outside, but inside, Y/N felt a chill that had nothing to do with the weather.

Alcina had taken Y/N in under Mother Miranda's request. What was once a dark, twisted experiment of the Umbrella Corporation had somehow found refuge in the imposing, yet oddly comforting embrace of the castle and its inhabitants. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu and her daughters had taken to Y/N almost immediately, showering them with a kind of warmth Y/N had never known. Yet, despite this new-found sanctuary, there was a barrier Y/N couldn't seem to break down.

"Y/N," Alcina's voice, smooth and deep, echoed from the doorway. Y/N turned slightly, catching sight of the towering figure of Alcina, her presence filling the room with a mix of elegance and power.

"Yes, Lady Dimitrescu?" Y/N replied, their voice barely above a whisper.

Alcina's crimson lips curved into a gentle smile as she crossed the room, her steps almost silent. "How many times must I tell you, dear? Call me Alcina." She reached out, intending to place a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder, but Y/N flinched away, pulling back instinctively.

A flicker of frustration crossed Alcina's face, but she quickly masked it. "Y/N, why do you shy away from me? Have I done something to make you uncomfortable?" Her voice was still gentle, but there was an edge to it now, a hint of impatience.

Y/N looked down, their hands trembling slightly. "It's not that, Alcina. I just... I don't want to." Their voice broke at the end, and they clenched their fists, trying to steady themselves.

Alcina's patience was wearing thin. "Not want to? You barely speak to me, you avoid my touch, and yet you never explain why. Do you not trust me? After everything I've done for you?" Her voice rose with each word, the calm exterior cracking to reveal the storm beneath.

Y/N's heart pounded in their chest, the pressure of Alcina's words weighing heavily on them. "It's not about trust," they whispered, tears beginning to blur their vision. "I just can't..."

Alcina's temper snapped. "Can't what, Y/N? Can't let anyone in? Can't accept that someone might actually care for you?" She loomed over Y/N, her shadow engulfing them. "I have given you everything, and yet you give me nothing in return!"

The words hit Y/N like a physical blow. They stood, shaking, their mind a chaotic swirl of fear and confusion. "I'm sorry," they choked out, before turning and fleeing the room, leaving Alcina standing there, her anger giving way to a painful realization. 

Hours passed, and Alcina found herself pacing the halls of the castle, her mind replaying the confrontation over and over. She had always prided herself on her composure, but something about Y/N brought out a raw, unfiltered emotion she couldn't control.

Determined to make things right, she made her way to Y/N's room. She knocked softly, then opened the door, finding Y/N curled up on the bed, their face buried in their knees.

"Y/N," she said softly, the anger gone from her voice. "Please, talk to me."

Y/N looked into Alcina's eyes, seeing the sincerity and the pain reflected there. It was a moment of understanding, a fragile bridge being built between their two wounded souls. But the past held a tighter grip than Y/N had realized.

"I can't," Y/N whispered, the words heavy with regret. "I'm sorry, Alcina. I just can't let you in."

Alcina's hand froze, the warmth of her touch lingering in the air between them. A mixture of hurt and frustration flashed across her face. "Y/N, you don't have to do this alone. I want to help you, but you need to let me."

Y/N shook their head, tears streaming down their cheeks. "I'm broken, Alcina. And no matter how much you care, I can't change that. I don't know how to let anyone in without breaking even more."

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken words and shattered hopes. Alcina slowly pulled back, standing tall once more, her expression unreadable. "I understand," she said quietly, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her emotions. "I won't force you. But know this, Y/N: I am here for you, whenever you're ready."

Y/N nodded, unable to find the words to respond. They watched as Alcina left the room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway, leaving Y/N alone with their thoughts and fears.

The night seemed even darker now, the cold seeping back in as Y/N curled up on the bed once more. They knew Alcina's love was genuine, but the chains of the past were still too strong. And so, they lay there, wrapped in a cocoon of their own making, waiting for a dawn that felt so far away. 

Weeks passed in a tense stalemate. Every attempt Alcina made to offer comfort was met with the same response—Y/N flinching away, retreating further into their shell. Alcina tried to be patient, but the constant rejection gnawed at her. She wanted to break through, to help, but Y/N's walls remained impenetrable.

One night, a storm raged outside the castle, the wind howling and rain lashing against the stone walls. Y/N lay in bed, tossing and turning as memories of the experiments flooded their mind. In their nightmares, they were back in the sterile, cold labs of Umbrella, the pain and fear suffocating them.

A loud crack of thunder shook the castle, jolting Y/N awake. Heart pounding, drenched in sweat, they couldn't catch their breath. Panic seized them, and they bolted out of bed, the need to escape overwhelming their thoughts. Barefoot and in their nightclothes, they ran through the corridors, the storm's fury mirrored in their frantic pace.

They found themselves in the courtyard, the rain drenching them instantly, but they didn't stop. Lightning illuminated the path as they made their way to Alcina's wing of the castle. The wind howled, the storm's ferocity making the journey treacherous, but Y/N didn't care. They needed Alcina.

Reaching her door, they pounded frantically, their fists a blur against the heavy wood. "Alcina! Please!" they cried, their voice barely audible over the storm's roar.

The door swung open, and Alcina stood there, her eyes wide with shock. "Y/N?" She pulled them inside, closing the door against the storm's rage. Y/N stood before her, drenched and trembling, their eyes wild with fear.

"What's wrong?" Alcina asked, her voice gentle but firm, trying to anchor Y/N in the present.

"I... I can't breathe," Y/N gasped, clutching at their chest. "The nightmares... I can't..." Their words trailed off into sobs, their body shaking uncontrollably.

Alcina's heart ached at the sight. She wanted nothing more than to hold Y/N, to offer the physical comfort she knew they needed. But she held back, respecting their boundaries. Instead, she knelt down to their level, her eyes meeting theirs.

"Y/N, look at me," she said softly. "You're safe here. Focus on my voice."

Y/N's eyes darted around the room, their breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Alcina spoke again, her voice steady and calm. "In and out, Y/N. Breathe with me. In... and out..."

Slowly, Y/N tried to match Alcina's rhythm. The world narrowed to the sound of her voice, a lifeline in the storm of their mind. "That's it. You're doing great," Alcina encouraged, her eyes never leaving theirs.

Minutes passed, each one feeling like an eternity, but gradually, Y/N's breathing steadied. Their sobs subsided, leaving them exhausted and still shivering from the rain and the aftermath of their panic attack.

Alcina rose gracefully, her movements slow and deliberate. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes," she suggested. "I have something dry you can wear."

Y/N nodded weakly, too drained to argue. Alcina retrieved a robe from her wardrobe and handed it to them. She turned her back, giving Y/N privacy to change. Once they were in dry clothes, Alcina led them to a chair by the fireplace, where the warmth began to seep back into their bones.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Alcina asked, sitting across from them, maintaining a respectful distance.

Y/N shook their head, their eyes downcast. "It was the same as always. The labs, the experiments... I couldn't escape."

Alcina's expression softened. "I'm sorry you have to go through this, Draga. I wish I could take away your pain."

"I know," Y/N whispered, their voice barely audible. "I'm sorry I keep pushing you away. It's not that I don't trust you. I just... I don't know how to accept help."

Alcina nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "Healing takes time. And it's okay to take things at your own pace. Just know that I'm here for you, whenever you're ready."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, and they looked at Alcina, seeing the unwavering support and care in her gaze. "Thank you," they said, their voice breaking. "I don't deserve your kindness."

Alcina shook her head gently. "Everyone deserves kindness, Draga Mae . Especially you."

For a moment, the room was silent, the storm outside a distant roar. Y/N took a deep breath, feeling a small measure of peace for the first time in what felt like forever. They still had a long way to go, but with Alcina by their side, maybe, just maybe, they could start to believe in the possibility of healing.

As the fire crackled and the storm raged on, Y/N felt a fragile hope begin to take root, nurtured by the warmth of Alcina's unwavering support. It wasn't a solution, but it was a step. And in that moment, it was enough. 

As the night slowly passed, Alcina stayed awake with Y/N, the storm outside gradually subsiding. The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Alcina kept a watchful eye on Y/N, who sat wrapped in a blanket, still trembling slightly from the ordeal.

After around two hours, Y/N, drained and needing sleep, gently curled into Alcina's side. Alcina hesitated for a moment, then softly rested her hand on Y/N's back. Y/N flinched but didn't pull away, a small but significant step.

"Draga," Alcina murmured, her voice gentle, "would it be alright if I held you?"

Y/N hesitated, their mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. The fear and trauma were still there, but so was Alcina's unwavering patience and care. Finally, they nodded, their voice barely a whisper. "Yes."

With utmost care, Alcina took Y/N and pulled them into her lap, wrapping her arms around them securely. Her touch was firm but gentle, a protective embrace that sought to shield rather than confine. It took a while for Y/N to relax, their body stiff and tense. Alcina remained still, her warmth a steady presence against Y/N's fears.

Gradually, Y/N's breathing slowed, and the tension began to melt away. They snuggled closer into Alcina's embrace, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. "It's actually not bad," Y/N mumbled, their voice muffled against Alcina's chest.

Alcina smiled softly, her heart swelling with a mix of relief and tenderness. "I'm glad," she whispered, her hand gently stroking Y/N's hair. "Rest now, sweetheart. You're safe."

As Y/N and Alcina settled into their embrace, the tranquility of the moment was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Alcina glanced towards it, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, before rising to answer.

"Come in," she called out, her voice carrying a warmth that invited entry.

The door creaked open, revealing Daniela, Cassandra, and Bela standing in the doorway, their expressions a mix of concern and determination.

"We wanted to stay with you tonight, Mother," Daniela spoke up, her voice surprisingly gentle compared to her usual playful tone.

Y/N's heart sank at the sight of the three daughters, realizing they were intruding on what was meant to be a private moment. They began to untangle themselves from Alcina's embrace, intending to make a quick exit, but Bela's voice stopped them in their tracks.

"Where do you think you're going, little one?" Bela asked, her tone softer than usual, a hint of warmth in her gaze.

Y/N hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "I... I was just going to leave, so you could have time together," they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper.

Cassandra stepped forward, her expression earnest. "No, we want you to stay," she said firmly, her eyes meeting Y/N's with unwavering sincerity.

Y/N's heart swelled at the unexpected invitation, but they couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. "It's really okay, I don't want to intrude," they protested, their gaze flickering between the three sisters.

Bela approached them, her movements graceful yet purposeful. "Nonsense, little one," she said gently, reaching out to take Y/N's hand. "You're not intruding. You're part of our family now."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes at the simple, yet profound words. They nodded, their voice catching in their throat. "Thank you," they whispered, overwhelmed by the acceptance they found in the Dimitrescu sisters.

With a soft smile, Bela led Y/N back towards the bed, where Daniela had already curled up in Alcina's lap. Cassandra and Bela made room for Y/N to join them, and soon they were surrounded by the comforting presence of the Dimitrescu family.

As they settled in, Y/N felt a sense of belonging wash over them, a feeling they hadn't experienced in a long time. Bela's arm draped around them, offering a sense of security they had longed for. When tears threatened to spill once more, Bela gently brushed them away, her touch tender and reassuring.

"It's okay, little one," Bela whispered, her voice a soothing melody in the quiet room. "You're safe here with us."

And in that moment, as the storm raged outside and the fire crackled softly, Y/N knew they had found a home, not just within the walls of Castle Dimitrescu, but within the hearts of its inhabitants. And as they nestled closer into the embrace of their newfound family, they allowed themselves to believe that maybe, just maybe, they could find healing and happiness in the warmth of their love.

[asylummint]

A Love Unforeseen

Fem!reader

I've loved lady D since the release of Resident Evil 8 and so now that I'm back to writing I thought I'd indulge.

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In the grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu, the air was thick with opulence and history. Alcina Dimitrescu, the imposing mistress of the castle, moves with regal grace as she oversaw the daily operations of the estate. Servants scurried about, attending to their duties with precision and diligence.

Among them was a maid named (y/n), her gentle demeanor and doe-like eyes contrasting with the imposing grandeur of her surroundings. She moved through the corridors with a quiet efficiency, her soft footsteps barely making a sound against the polished marble floors.

Alcina couldn't help but notice (y/n)'s presence, her beauty and grace standing out amidst the bustling activity of the castle, there was something about the maid that intrigued her, a certain innocence and purity that she found herself drawn to despite her best efforts to maintain her composure.

As days turned into weeks, Alcina found herself seeking out (y/n)'s company more and more, relishing the moments they shared in quiet conversation or brief encounters in the hallways. She was captivated by the maid's gentle nature and genuine kindness, finding solace in her presence amidst the chaos of her responsibilities as mistress of the castle.

One evening, as Alcina walked the halls alone, her thoughts filled with thoughts of (y/n), she came upon the maid standing by a window, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. There was a sadness in her eyes that tugged at Alcina's heart, stirring emotions within her that she had long thought buried.

"(y/n)," Alcina's voice was barely a whisper as she approached, her gaze softening as she took in the sight of the maid before her. "What troubles you, my dear?"

(Y/n) turned to face her, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Alcina standing before her. "My lady!" She gasped softly "I... I was just lost in thought."

Alcina stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently brush against (y/n)'s cheek. "You needn't carry your burdens alone my dear, I may be the lady of this castle, but you have me." She said softly, her heart aching at the maid's sadness.

(Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat at the tender gesture, her gaze meeting Alcina's with a mixture of surprise and longing. In that moment the air between them crackled with an unspoken tension, a palpable connection neither of them could deny.

And as the moon hung high in the sky, casting its soft light upon them, Alcina found herself leaning closer, her lips brushing against (y/n)'s in a gentle kiss that spoke volumes of the love that had blossomed between them, a love that neither expected but longed for in secret.

In the halls of Castle Dimitrescu, amidst the whispers of the night, a new chapter began for Alcina and (y/n), a chapter filled with love, passion, and the promise of a future together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of their hearts.

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i hope you enjoyed!!!!! please remember requests are open!

[ladydimitrescusdarling]

Girl... you are giving us TOO MUCH power to just say whatever we want with Lady dimitrescu and valentines day🫣 I'm thinking maybe valentines day is passing and the Lady grabs a certain maid to spend it with to make it less lonely. Or perhaps reader is working up the courage to give her a love letter 👁 I can just hear the "Oh? What's this? My my".. and for a steamy thot I can't stop thinking of some special valentines day lingerie💏. Love all that you feed us, take care of yourself!!😭🙏

Firstly, love those ideas ❤️ especially that second one with the love letter!

And second, thank you ever so much that’s so sweet! ✨

More ideas and confessions are always welcome!

[multimilfs]

what festers in silence

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Rosemary Winters is a twin, but her sister proves unnecessary in Mother Miranda's plans; how convenient that the great Lady Dimitrescu is in the market for an infant. Accepted into the fold with ease and no shortage of love, a threat comes to loom over Castle Dimitrescu, a threat named Ethan Winters. With his arrival comes a question...

Are we so very different from the monsters we condemn?

Chapter(s): 2/2

Relationships: Alcina Dimtrescu/Reader, Alcina Dimitrescu's Daughters & Reader, Alcina Dimitrescu & Original Character(s)

Words: 19970

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Additional Tags: Human/Vampire Relationship, Motherhood, Family, Moral Dilemmas, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Blood and Gore, Loss of Sanity, Bloodlust, Mania

[ambersweets134]

My comfort characters pulling up at 3 in the morning after a minor inconvenience (they can't stand me)