#daniela dimitrescu/reader

[atropalugosi]

Wrote some more canon to my my own story rather than resident lover maiden drabbles. This time featuring Dani and her handmaiden

Ivett was more uncomfortable at this very moment than she had ever been in the rest of her time serving the Dimitrescu family, and that was honestly saying A LOT. She had come back to her personal chambers after a long day of tending to Daniela's assigned work for her only to be followed by her. If she had known this the maiden would have stopped outside her door to talk, but now instead Daniela had barged into her room and therein lay the problem.

Her bedroom, now her own little room near Daniela's rather than the maids quarters, had since become her safe place in the castle. A place she could return to every night or here and there throughout the day in order to have some quiet and space to herself, and the lady had just waltzed in like she owned the place. Which, Ivett admits, she technically does own this room, but she would like to feel at least a little bit respected and at least get a knock on the door before Daniela just enters.

To make things worse, the lady was looming over the maiden, toothy grin making Ivett nauseous with anxiety. Daniela had her backed into her dresser, arms blocking her in, and while under normal circumstances she might find that flustering in a fun way, at the moment it was making Ivett feel like a caged animal. She wanted to push Daniela off or bolt out of the room, but her body wouldn't let her. Stuck still, she merely waits for whatever the vampire is about to do.

"Little Mouse," Daniela drawls, leaning further into Ivett's space.

"Yes, Daniela?" Ivett looks up to see the woman preening at the use of her name rather than her title. It would be cute under better circumstances.

"Since you've been doing SUCH a good job for me this week," she starts with a sly look. "I was thinking you deserve a reward for your efforts."

Ivett's eyes grow so wide she's sure there's no green of her irises left to be seen, and Daniela looks entirely too pleased with that. The maiden stops herself from getting too excited too quickly and instead clarifies first; "What sort of reward?"

"Well, I have some things in mind," the lady drawls in a way that doesn't leave much to Ivett's imagination. "But what would you like?"

And there it was! Exactly the ticket Ivett was looking for, handed to her freely. She almost felt bad for how she was about to disappoint Daniela, but for once in her life here she was going to do something for herself damn it!

"Can you please stay out of my room?" She requests immediately. Daniela looks positively stunned, brow scrunching and an admittedly adorable pout finding her lips.

"I- pardon?!"

"I'm really sorry Daniela, but I would like to request you stay out of my room." Ivett sighs tiredly, hoping beyond hope that the lady would grant her reward. "If you have anything to ask of me I'd like it if you knocked and waited for me to come out or invite you in, unless it's an emergency... please."

It's near impossible to read how Daniela is taking this and Ivett begins looking anywhere but her face as she waits to probably be yelled at for the selfish request. Instead, she finds herself with room to breath as Daniela slowly backs away from her. Looking up again the redhead flashes an apologetic smile at Ivett, though she looks a little dejected.

"I can do that," she replies with a strained voice that pulls on the maiden's heartstrings. She really hadn't meant to hurt her feelings over this. "I, uh, I will just... be going now."

Before Daniela can swarm out of there to assumedly go cry or throw a fit, Ivett takes her by the hand, stopping her dead in her tracks and whiping her head to face the maiden. Ivett timidly reaches up for a hug, arms wrapping gently around her lady's shoulders. Though Daniela never hugs her back, Ivett eventually lets go, but not before pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

"Thank you Daniela," she smiles genuinely, cheeks a bit flush with embarrassment. "Have a good evening."

Without warning Daniela swarms, disappearing from the room through the gap below the door. Ivett is left worrying if she had done something wrong, but when all is quiet, she decides to happily take the win. The lady, for her part, thinks maybe this didn't go where she wanted, but perhaps making her maiden happy was worth it.

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[historyonthespectrum]

since a lot of people liked the last ones!!

[team-avia]

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[heartdoomed]

Cuddling With Them

Pairing: Re Village Ladies

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons

Warnings: Mild sexual implications.

Masterlist

Alcina Dimitrescu

• Alcina is often surprisingly needy between four walls. When she arrives from a long day of stressful calls and dealing with her daughter’s shenanigans there is nothing she’d rather do than just rest her head on your lap and relax against your touch.

• Once this woman is fully comfortable with you, expect to spend entire hours just tangled with her and two glasses of wine.

• If you are a good listener she will brag her lungs out to you in her great drama-fashion. Ends up having someone to talk to is better than throwing expensive furniture at walls! You guys saved enough shopping trips with this.

• If you’re a talker rather than a listener expect everyone to hear you two laughing your hearts out about all shorts of subjects. She loves listening to whatever topics you are passionate about even if they aren’t much of her interest. Maybe she actually just loves how cute you look when you blabber to her.

• Just imagine laying on top/spooning with that woman. It’s like having a giant pillow that hugs you back (and often suffocates you on accident)

• If she isn’t petting your head she is definitely whispering sweet nothings to you. This woman just cant stay away from you when you both finally have a moment to be together in private — even if you two fall silent it will be the best silence you’ve ever experienced.

Bela Dimitrescu

• Oh this woman is absolutely lost in you. She was the first to suggest cuddling and she is an absolute menace when it comes to it. Just expect to be absolutely pampered by her. Pet names, face smooches, head pats, neck kisses, shoulder bites, and so, so much more.

• Bela has a thing for specific caring cuddles, such as cuddling together while you two bath, for example. A warm, fragrant bath is the perfect scenario for you both to relax together. She loves to wash your body, or just to have you help her wash her hair — imagine the unlimited possibilities of a playful bath time together.

• As much as she enjoys pampering you, Bela can be just as much of a pillow princess. She will absolutely love to be spooned or have her hair played with. Humming makes everything even better, she loves your voice, it’s just as comforting as the cuddling itself.

• Also the grumpiest when it comes to actually having to stop cuddling each other. She knows of her duties but leaving you on her bed to chase a runaway maid is inconvenient enough.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

• Putting it simply; It’s a challenge.

• If working on her feelings for you was hard, imagine getting this woman to give out affection like this? At first she thought cuddling was a waste of time, that she could be doing incredibly hunts with the time wasted doing nothing. That changed once you two first tried it out.

• You could never imagine how actually needy she was under her though behavior. Even more shocking was the fact that she once demanded you to spoon her instead. Of course she also enjoys spooning you, though getting away from her lock grip is almost impossible.

• She has this thing for feeling you as a whole; Taking in your scent, feeling your chest raise and fall, admiring your face while your eyes are closed. She is the jealous type after all, it’s just fair that she’d want to admire what is hers — though she will get flustered if you do the same, she is just not 100% used to romance.

• She is definitely a snarky cuddler, though. She will bite you if you end up teasing her about her softer side and if you both aren’t careful enough, a wrestling session will get her riled up.

Daniela Dimitrescu

• Are you kidding me? This woman LOVES cuddling to a point where she would actively “kidnap” you in order to receive more cuddles.

• She is a hopeless lover, of course she is kissing the hell of you during your cuddles. She finds it too adorable whenever you get flustered from her kisses, she may even get feisty and bite you out of playfulness.

• Prepare to do all short of things too, from reading books together to pillow fighting and covering all of her room in feathers — She will shoo you away in time to not get in trouble with Alcina. Her room is so full of secret passages that at some point you just got used to sneaking in and out whenever.

• Rainy dark nights awake together? Absolutely. You two would whispers secrets to each other while forgetting the need of sleeping.

• If you both just opt for a simple time together, get your ears ready to hear Dani blabbering about all shorts of stuff while getting comfortable onto you — If you stare too much at her you might even be able to rip out a blush or chuckle.

Donna Beneviento

• Oh, this poor woman.

• If showing her face to you took enough courage and self confidence of her, cuddling is a total different level of trust.

• Don’t take it personally, this woman loves you with every fiber of her being but receiving affection and giving affection aren’t things she is used with.

• But as soon as you two work it up you better be ready to be trapped. Once you two start cuddling Donna just can’t believe how much she loves it. She feels safe, protected, loved at least — This is better than anything she had ever imagined.

• At first things would be slow and steady, testing each other’s likings and boundaries. She loves to have her hair played with — she is a small spoon by nature, even if she is taller than you. When she is eventually comfortable enough to give you affection back, she often humms to you as she caresses your hand or back.

• She often gets flustered when you call out her cute antics that she hadn’t showed yet, she has her own affection mannerisms that she does her best to hide but you always encourage her to show herself more.

• Don’t be surprised if she easily falls asleep while cuddling with you, this woman is so affection deprived that being this comfortable around someone allows her to rest without worries. Funnily enough if she does falls asleep don’t expect to be able to escape her death grip, you are staying until she wakes up again.

Mother Miranda

• By far the most possessive but also the most demanding.

• It was kinda shocking to see Miranda undressed of all of her usual robes, without a mask her tiredness was visible but so was her piercing gaze upon you.

• You are her lover but she often calls you a pet nonetheless. Maybe she enjoys the thought— no, the certainty that you belong to her and that is a fact you can’t escape. She is a equally giver and a receiver, she demands obedience but also demands you to embrace her whenever she feels personally needy.

• Something she loves to do is to have your head on her lap as you two rest on her chambers. Reading letters and paperwork is much productive when she has you by her side, her slender fingers travel across your skull with a hauntingly soft touch — she will most certainly smile she feels your lips kissing her hand or your hand intertwining with hers.

• Expect either a comforting imperial silence or just whispers between the both of you. She prefers quiet cuddle sessions, probably due to her recurrent headaches from dealing with her bickering children.

• Just make sure to not tease or be too needy around her or this cuddling session will take a much heated turn.

AN: Phew I had a sweet time writing these! Hopefully more scenarios are coming soon~ Stares intently at my ask box

[maitressonneurs]

we moved too soon over this fanart y'all

she's pure magestic

credit art : @blacksalander

[muffinsin]

hiii can i request omega bela x alpha reader??

(reader goes in rut and disappears for a while, but bela finds her and it triggers her own heat and they end up having rough sex for a few hours)

Hey, hon! 👋 sure ;)!! Some much needed happy time for our sweet Bela comin right up

Let’s get into it🙌

Masterlists

Bela frowns as she attempts to open the door to one of the unoccupied rooms in the castle, hearing your heavy heartbeat at the other side. She’s been looking for you for hours already, worrying.

Now, she picks up your heartbeat, though as she tries to move her head to the door to hear more of what’s going on inside, she pulls back, her nose scrunching up at the scents attacking her senses. It smells almost like you lit as many candles as you could find, rich and heavy and natural and sharp scents now stinging at her nose and eyes. Little does she know, you have, all to try to conceal the overwhelming scent of your need that comes with your rut.

You’ve taken Bela before, and fantasized about taking your beautiful girlfriend even more often. But never like this, never during your rut. Fearing what you might do to your omega, you instead opted for locking yourself away, groaning as low as you manage, your legs spread, your hand working furiously on jerking you off for hours already, ever since your rut started.

Like it might make it disappear, might make it end early, might make it more bearable.

But your body yearns for Bela’s tight body wrapped around you, not your hand, and you’re left panting, imagining what you’d do to her given she was with you, given you could force your hard, swollen dick in her. You groan a little louder at the thought of your knot pushing into her, too.

You wonder, would she squeal for you when as little as your enlarged, heavy tip pushes inside? Would she moan and arch her back, rock her hips back and forth and plead for more? Would she want it all? Would she beg for you, as she does so sweetly when she’s about to cum for you?

You groan, the sound deep and guttural. Your cock throbs in your hand and your balls ache. With every passing moment you have a harder time fighting the growing urge to track your omega down, push her over and bury yourself deep inside. You want to hear the familiar sound of your heavy balls slapping against her ass as you’re on top of her, want her sweet little moans and loud squeals as she takes it.

Bela always takes you so obediently…

And when you call her a good girl and her pussy all but tightens and milks you for your cum…

You groan, feeling another wave of white, creamy cum slap against your stomach. You’re still hard, still throbbing, still full, still unsatisfied.

Bela frowns at the other side of the door, confused. She doesn’t notice how her nipples harden and pussy aches a little already, the candles clearly not doing a well enough job of completely concealing your scent and the specific scent that comes with your rut.

Worried, she easily swarms through the locked door, though the second her eyes land on you- sat on the ground completely bare, jerking at your large, hard cock and cupping your full balls, your lips parted and sweat sticking to your skin lightly- she feels her body and mind submit. Immediately she grows more aware of the ache between legs, her pale cheeks heating up and clit aching and pulsing as she watches cum drool from your thick tip.

And despite your attempts of controlling yourself as to not hurt Bela during your rut, you’re helpless now.

“Here, now.”, you command breathlessly, your fingers snapping and index finger extending to point at the spot on the ground in front of you. Bela, the normally so strong and proud heiress, squeaks when her body obeys before her mind can even fully catch up and she drops down, swarming out of her dress as she does so.

Immediately, you grab at blonde hair and force her head down, the need to fill her almost too much. You will, you try to calm yourself. You just want her talented mouth on you, first, and are sure it wouldn’t hurt to give your beautiful girlfriend a little time to prepare herself.

Bela moans around you when she’s tugged down, her hands coming to your legs to catch herself, her golden eyes squeezing shut as your warm, sore tip pushes in her mouth. You groan, and while you might normally be rather sweet with your somewhat inexperienced omega, you now feel nothing but the desperate, raw urge to take her.

Tears form at Bela’s eyes as she’s tugged lower, her throat tightening around you a she gags, her pretty body twitching and squirming. She’s beautiful like this, with teary eyes and a large cock slamming her throat.

“y-Yes, keep going, Bela…”, you groan, your silent command enough for her to at last wrap her tongue around you too. You spot her closed eyes, and immediately feel a surge of pride and possessiveness course through your body. She squeals around your cock when you tug her hair again, her eyes hazy and unfocused, becoming more and more watery the deeper she takes you.

“Look at me when you take me, omega”, you groan, the rut changing your words to almost a snarl that has pleasure shoot up her body like a jolt of electricity shooting from her clit. Her eyes are on you now, beautiful and bright golden, even as she feels you push properly down her throat and stretch it out, her choker necklace suddenly almost unbearably tight on her.

Her golden eyes are wide when you push closer, your fat knot rested against thick, soft lips. You shiver at the feeling of her tongue darting across it, another orgasm rising within you already. To her, the scent is both, overpowering and overwhelming in the best ways. It makes her head spin and pussy clench, her body yearning for the knot pressed against her lips. Her body feels hot, the first sign of her heat triggered by your rut. Soon, the poor thing will be moaning and whimpering, hot and bothered, squirming and soaked, begging for you. Already, she feels need pool within her stomach and whines sweetly at the feeling of her black panties clinging to her wet cunt.

But it’s nothing compared to how the look in your eyes makes her feel. Like you’re about to devour her, about to eat her whole or push her down, pump deep in her and fill her up, claim her wholly. The thought of your seed deep inside of her makes her moan around your cock, her heat especially making her almost desperate for the feeling of your warm cum nestled deep inside of her. Looking at her now, Bela spots the raw want, love, and feral hunger in your eyes. She sees the way your legs tremble slightly and feels your cock twitch in her mouth and throat, her body shivering as she gags around it when it does so.

Fuelled by her own want and her desire to make you feel good, Bela begins to bob her head slowly, her golden eyes still set on you, her hands squeezing at your thighs hungrily. She's trembling, too, and subtly grinds down on her heel to help relieve some of the tension between her legs.

She feels you edge closer and closer to your orgasm, your lewd groans and gasps for air growing louder and more frequent. She continues moving her head and tries to move her tongue across you, but every bump of the knot against her lips has her twitch with need and get utterly distracted again. If you weren't this desperate, you'd find her completely adorable. More than you already do, that is.

When you cum at last, she squeaks in surprise, your hand flying to her golden hair and gripping it tightly to keep her in place. Hungry, you watch your cute omega gulp down your cum, her eyes watery, her throat bobbing with every bit of cum she gulps down and that is fed to her. The moment you release your hold on her, thinking she might just suck a little more, however, she pulls back. She gasps for air, her tongue sticking from her mouth and dripping drool and cum, her lips parted as she pants, utterly unused to such treatment, but wetter than ever before in her life.

You won't have it, not now, you can't.

You instead lock eyes with her, groaning as you slap your cock against her breasts this time. They're held together nicely by her black bra, and while your body burns with the want to take her already, you have a new goal in mind first- to use her breasts and paint her face, hoping the more you cum on her body, the less harsh, big, and brutal the stretch of your knot will be. You aren't sure whether cumming even can decrease its size, but are more than eager to try, knowing fully well how awfully tight your stunning girlfriend is.

“Don’t you dare make me beg, omega”, you groan. A warning, a snarl due to the rut slowly driving you insane with need. You reach forward easily, capturing her chin this time and pulling her closer. She shudders at the touch, but you hear the purr-like sounds of her flies buzzing eagerly still.

“You got on your knees for me. So do your job like a good girl now, Bela”, you almost coo, watching hungrily and with envy as a shiver rakes down her body and a whimper slips from her wet lips. The petname briefly has her sink down against her heel again, but before you can do anything about it or take her for yourself, she moves in at last.

She easily shreds the bra from her, her bare and sensitive breasts spilling from her. You groan, leaning back a little against the wall you've set yourself up against. She presses herself forwards obediently, her chest rising and falling as she wraps her breasts around you at last. Immediately, this has your hips buck up and in turn has her whine a little at the thick knot, as though hungry and fearful of it at the same time.

A clever girl.

“Good girl”, you praise, shivering when you hear her moan and hear her breath hitch at the petname. Immediately, she begins moving her breasts around you, the cum drooling from her chin easily lubricating your soaked cock for her. “That’s it, baby. That’s my good girl...!”, you breathe out, feeling slightly dizzy already. It's painfully easy for you to cum during your rut, as though your entire body was trying to tell you to breed your omega and pump her full of as much cum as possible, though your endurance and the large knot more than makes up for it.

She's working her breasts around your cock eagerly, unsused to this, but certainly willing and quick to catch on. Whenever her nipples brush against your tip, both of you moan just a little louder, and whenever her fingertips bump into your knot it has you almost growl with want.

She can't help but giggle, though. She's never seen you like this, never this desperate, this feral, this hungry. You gasp when her fingertip slides over your large tip, a guttural groan and loud snarl pulled from you when it lightly dips against the middle of it.

Immediatley, Bela gasps when you thrust up properly, your knot pushing against her breasts, your tip bumping into the sensitive skin at her neck.

“I said no teasing, Bela”, you grunt, your eyes unfocused. You're so close to cumming again, so close to painting her beautiful face white in cum. The thought has you shiver and moan, even as your body pities the mere thought, your rut almost demanding you to pump it all inside instead.

The command sends a full body shudder through the omega, her breasts once again rubbing against you obediently. Leaning down, she allows more drool to drip onto your tip. You squirm against the wall, panting, groaning, your thighs flexing and toes curling.

She knows how to treat you. And she knows it fully well, too.

She doesn't need to be told to open her mouth, surprisingly, her body immediately leaning forwards and lips wrapping around you hungrily. Again, your fingers find blonde-golden hair and hold on tight, your grasp as much of a leash to hold her in place as it is to help ground you.

You groan to yourself and thrust your hips back and forth eagerly, your breath ragged, grip tightening and body coiling with raw need.

”God, you’re perfect”, you groan breathlessly as you cum, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feeling of her tongue swirling about the tip of your dick, dragging more and more of your cum from you. She's eager, and a little more practiced now, clearly feeling a little more confident now that the threat of the knot doesn't press directly against her. The thought has your stomach cramp, balls ache and dick twitch in her mouth.

You feel her pull away a little as cum dares get a little too much, some of it even drooling from the sides of her mouth already. You aren't sure what makes you snap in this moment, but in the next one you're already pushing her over, your body on top of hers, a vicious, needy snarl torn from you.

She pants below you, her hips thrusting up and down and pussy rubbing against your leg between her thighs enough to drive you crazy. You move up a little more, groaning as you grab your cock and tip the head against her lips again.

“That’s it, omega”, you groan filthily as you push yourself inside, a shiver running down your spine when she moans and the vibrations run all the way up your cock and to the knot. Below you, she needily rubs her pussy against your hand the second it dips between her thighs, allowing her a small release, too. Even through her panties, you manage to feel how utterly soaked she is for you. “Open wide for me...fuck...you’re taking all of it, yeah? You gonna be a good girl for me, Bela?”

She whimpers, her nails digging into your sides and drawing blood, her hips rolling as she grinds against you a little faster. She keeps you in her mouth obediently, her eyes shutting as she sucks at the tip, as though drawing the last droplets of cum from you. It has you see stars, your legs aching and knot feeling almost as though it's tightening painfully.

“Oh, fuck, Bela...”

Normally, your girlfriend might scold you for your language. Now, she can only moan and whimper for you.

Every muscle in her body is trembling, hips twitching forward in short, desperate movements, her breathing ragged, shaky, uncontrollable. You feel lightheaded, knowing this is all for you.

You groan loudly, furiously jerking at your cock as though to will the last droplets of your cum to drop inside her mouth still. And your good girl? She laps it up eagerly, her pride and strength forgotten, replaced by neediness and desperation caused by her heat and your rut.

The moment you feel the last of you spill inside your omega's warm mouth, you move and grab at her hips. She isn't heavy, but her eagerly following you makes it even easier to pull and yank her forwards, hauling her onto the bed by the corner of the room before she has as little as a chance to wipe the cum from her lips.

“Not done with you, my pretty girl”, you groan, your voice rough, dipping and becoming a little more feral the longer you are forced to wait to take her properöy.

No more. You can't handle it anymore, and with Bela shivering and whimpering beneath you, already spreading her legs in pure need for you to help her out with her heat. You shove her onto her back hungrily, your hands sliding along her body and spreading her legs fast. Your body on top of hers, you run your hands first up to her breasts again, your head dipping low to whisper by her throat; “...I need you...I need every...perfect...part...of you”, you groan.

Below you, she arches her back, as though wordlessly offering herself up for you.

Who are you to deny your precious omega?

You drag your mouth along her soft throat, feeling her shiver sweetly below her. When you dig your teeth in, she screams beautifully for you, her body curling into yours, her back arched to push her up against you. She's panting for you, her eyes fluttering close and lips parting as she's claimed, again. It's always the same spot, the bite mark by her throat, the very mark that you love to kiss over every day. It drives her crazy in the best way.

In your hazy, sex-driven state you barely manage to line yourself up before pushing in, groaning as you immediately manage to slip deep inside due to how soaked she is. Her whole body shudders and her warm, wet pussy grips you tightly as precum drools into her already. She's not yet experienced you in your rut, but the mating press position gives her a pretty good idea of what you're about to do to her.

She cries out for you when you start things out with a rough, deep thrust, your teeth scraping against her bare throat again, right where the mark sits and bleeds. You love seeing it stand out against her pale, beautiful skin.

Then, you move faster, panting as you practically hump and rail into her, feral and hungry, lust taking over. You can only think of marking her more, of filling her up, of breeding her tight, warm pussy until she reeks of nothing but you, instead of the rich perfume clinging to her. Your pace is relentless, your hips snapping against her and balls creating a slapping sound when they smack against her ass cheeks. You move as though you couldn't stand a single second without being inside of her, your sensitive cock drooling and aching, twitching and pulsing deep inside of her.

And by the Black God, Bela can feel it. The way you're shaking, the way you're groaning, panting, thrusting. She's kissed and drooled over, your tongue lapping at her marked throat and chest. She's pounded into the bed roughly, her body burning and pussy on fire. She flinches every time the knot slaps against her, even as it doesn't dare enter her just yet.

She takes it- takes you- takes everything you give her like a good girl. Her whole body trembles for you, her head thrown back against the mattress. She's whimpering and clinging to you, her nails scratching at your back, though she tries her best not to draw blood from you, well aware of how lethal her hands alone could be.

When you cum again, you collapse against her, still thrusting, riding it out, making sure every last drop stays deep inside. She's shivering and gasping, her heat calming slightly as your seed settles in her womb, your dick smearing it against the inside of her pussy over and over again.

“Don't you think I'm done with you, little one...”, you murmur against her throat, voice hoarse, spent, even as you ache for more still.

You're still hard, after all.

You still need your omega.

You need to get rid of the knot, desperately so, by now.

Inhaling, you pick up the scent of Bela’s slick wetness in the air, her scent even sweeter and intense than normal due to her heat. It has you shudder

She gasps for you when you grip her thick thighs and lift them up, your hands groping eagerly. Her knees are pressed to her chest now, legs trembling, her body completely exposed and left open for you. With anyone else she’d feel vulnerable, would perhaps snarl and have her flies buzzing loudly as a warning, but she trusts you completely. You push yourself in properly again, feeling your knot press up against her pussy. She’s so soaked for you, so ready…

You slam your hips back and forth again, our clouded senses clearing enough to allow you to hold her and kiss at her cheek and throat as you do so. She feels so good for you, and judged by her hot moans and loud screams of pleasure, it’s safe to say you do, too.

Bela feels so incredibly full as you slam all the way into her, even knowing your knot still lingers outside of her pussy, only ever dangerously close to pressing inside.

Adjusting her hands when the pleasure gets too much, she instead claws at the white sheets below her, soaked in cum, squirt she didn’t even know that dripped from her, and some sweat. She feels you bottom out within her, grunting lowly and moaning against her.

You hold onto her thighs a little harder, press them a little tighter against her chest to allow you deeper thrusts. She moans and gasps, but never tries to truly squirm away, and never as much as thinks about swarming away from you.

“That’s it…”, you groan, your back arched now as you thrust greedily and sloppily, full of need. “Good…girl….take it…take it…all”, you grunt, each word followed by a sharp, deep thrust inside of her that makes her squeal and squeeze your cock with her pussy.

Every thrust has Bela’s overall rather petite body rocking back and forth for you, her head tipping back, moaning, gasping, sobbing from the pleasure, completely overwhelmed in the best way as she’s fucked into the mattress.

She can feel it now, the huge knot, swelling and pressing against her entrance, daring to force itself inside.

Above her, you groan and pant, your teeth easily finding first her throat, then you lick down her front and wrap your lips around gentle, hard, sensitive nipples poking out where her thighs allow it. Every suck has her squeal and groan, her head down back, her pussy feeling as though full to the brim.

You’re about to prove, she can take more still.

“Fuck…let’s fill you up, little one…”, you pant, the only warning you’re capable of giving her before you move in fully.

With the next time your hips snap forward, relentless, you force the knot inside. You’re locked in place, her pussy sealed and stretched, your cock gripped tight.

Bela screams at the sensation, her slim legs twitching and thick thighs aching, body shaking, feeling herself stretch around it. You grind a little deeper, just as much as you can, until you’re locked tight too.

And she feels it, feels how full she is at last, how impossibly stretched she feels. She feels little of the pain due to her heat and slick wetness between her thighs.

Instead, you listen as she sobs for you now, begging for your knot, begging to cum, begging you to help with the insatiable need from her heat, her need to be full, even more so, even when her stomach is slightly bulged and your cum is sticky inside her.

With your knot shut in her, and the overwhelming pleasure that comes with it, you scream into the pillows, your body held on top of hers, your most powerful orgasm yet wrecking through your aching body.

Feeling cum shoot from your tip and your knot ache, you slump against her tiredly, holding her as gentle as your shaky arms and hands allow.

The knot is still there, still seals both of you together, but at last the heat and desperation fades a little, allowing you to cradle her in your arms in the bed. Neither of you mind the wetness, though, content to be in one another’s arms.

[charlessmiths-wife]

here - have some hcs about how the RE8 women would help you when you’re feeling a bit down! Bc we all know stress would be a lot easier to handle with some of our fave evil women by our side <3 ❤️💕💗💓

RE8 WOMEN COMFORTING YOU WHEN STRESSED/UPSET

ALCINA

-> In my mind Alcina sort of freaks out the first time she sees you get really stressed

-> she’s not been comforted much herself in her life, so she’s not entirely sure how to do it.

-> at first, she’s a tad maternal about the whole thing. she’s accustomed to comforting her daughters, however - she soon learns there’s a difference between the comfort of a mother and the comfort of a partner

-> and so with time, I reckon Alcina shifts and grows into an excellent partner to have around in instances of stress. she’s calm, she’s cool and collected. she’ll reason with you and rationally talk you down from your stress - before doing something with you to take your mind off it. maybe going for a walk or taking you on a date.

-> either way, your stress always dissipates with Alcina’s help.

BELA

-> Ugh. She can relate.

-> Bela is a stressed girlie herself, it’s something she’s accustomed to - therefore it’s something she’s used to dealing with.

-> She’d be very helpful. She’d talk it through with you, I reckon Bela is a great listener - and she’d hold you close whilst letting you talk about it for as long as you need.

-> picture this, your head on Bela’s chest, her fingers slowly stroking and combing through your hair whilst you tell her about all your worries, and she softly hums and nods along. being there for you every step of the way. who wouldn’t feel better?

CASSANDRA

-> lmao

-> Cassandra is the love of my life, so I can confidently admit that for a while babygirl would have NO IDEA what she’s doing

-> I think Cassandra is a very rational woman, and so seeing you upset immediately makes her think there’s some sort of immediate threat that needs sorting out.

-> so her initial reaction might be more… panicked than the calm and cool response you might see from the rest of her family members

-> however once you assure her you’re in no harm or danger, she’ll calm down, and then she can get to comforting you.

-> because she’s so rational, Cassie is EXCELLENT at providing advice for your situation.

-> she’ll sort whatever’s upsetting you out instantly. she’s just that good.

-> and, of course, she’ll do her best to comfort you along the way. Pressing a kiss to your forehead and reminding you how proud she is of you. I’m in love.

DANIELA

-> babygirl is like a KOALA BEAR

-> when Dani can tell your stressed/generally upset, she’ll cling to you. cuddling up with you as much as she can and not letting you go.

-> “oh my poor baby! come here, lie down with me.”

-> she’ll pepper your face with kisses. all whilst letting you complain all you need about whatever’s getting you down.

-> she’ll also join in on the complaining. which is just… so funny?

-> “ugh, I’m sorry about your boss my love…. she sounds like a total jerk!” “… you don’t know her, Dani.” “Still!”

-> it’s just very loving from her. as she is with everything. she’ll hold your hand and kiss you softly and tell you how loved you are, and remind you that you’ll always have her.

DONNA

-> the first time she sees you stressed or upset - DONNA. FREAKS. OUT.

-> somehow even more than Cassandra and Alcina combined.

-> however, as time passes and you guys get to know each other more and more… Donna becomes amazing?

-> she can instantly tell when somethings getting you down. and from there she acts as a silent but strong presence. she’ll guide you through whatever’s getting you down.

-> her go to plan is to run the pair of you a bath, and then cook you dinner. I head cannon Donna is an EXCELLENT cook and she knows how to cook up a comforting and hearty dish that’ll make you feel just better.

-> she’s very good at dealing with the emotional aspect of it all. she might not always know exactly what advice to give, but she is an EXCELLENT listener and she’ll always do her absolute best to calm you down. rubbing your back and holding you close, wiping your tears if needs be.

-> (can you tell im a massive Donna girlie?)

MIRANDA

-> surprisingly, she’s excellent.

-> Miranda’s well accustomed, in my mind, to dealing with you being upset/stressed about a situation.

-> she knows if you need comforting or advice.

-> if it’s comforting you need, she’ll pull out all the stops. running you a bath, rubbing your back, letting you talk it out.

-> if it’s advice you need, Miranda is excellent. she’ll help you sort your situation out as quick as possible.

-> no matter what, she’ll brew you a cup of tea and remind you not to let things get you down. she reminds you of the importance of only concerning yourself with what you can control.

-> she’ll tell you how well you’re doing, and how loved you are. kissing you softly and resting your forehead against hers. she makes the world calm down for you.

[wandaslittlelove]

Hi i saw your post about you wanting to write about lady d and i was wondering if you would consider my request. I understand if not.

Could you possibly do one with Lady d and reader trying to keep their relationship private because Lady d thinks that the girls don’t like reader and they don’t because they think r with hurt lady d and leave her and one day one of the maids tries to harm the girls and lady d was out in the village for something so wasn’t there and reader gets in the way of the maid and the girls to protect them and gets really badly hurt in the process and the girls don’t know what to to but bela takes charge and tries to stop the bleeding and right when lady d comes home she gets the wrong idea as she has just seen her lover on the floor and her daughter stood around her but them daniela says what happened and lady d helps to patch up r and then when r wakes up she’s surprised to see all of them there and bela and dani crying and when she wakes up they notice and rush to her to hug her and cassandra is in the corner of the room trying so hard not to cry and r asks what wrong and cass just breaks down in tears and runs to r and snuggles up to her. Thank you!

Blood and Tears

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader, Dimitrescu Daughters x Reader Warnings: Blood, Knife, blacking out

“I'll be back soon,” Alcina says as she picks up a small bag. You followed behind her as she made her way to the front doors of the castle. She was going to the village for matters unknown to you.

“I could come” you try again for the fifth time. Ever since she had told you she was going out you had begged her to let you come with. It had been forever since the both of you had some alone time since you were constantly trying to hide your relationship from the girls. WIth a laugh she rested her hand on your cheek.

“I will be back before sunset. Ill even bring you back something” You thought it over for a second. She would only be gone for a few hours and she said she’d bring you a gift. You lean into her hand, closing your eyes to take a moment to just feel her before nodding. After a second she pulls away and begins walking out the door. You watch her until she climbs into her carriage and then you turn to go back to your work.

The day was going smoothly as you spent your time cleaning and dusting. A smile on your face as you thought of your lady and what you both would do once the girls were asleep. Hiding your relationship from them wasn’t easy but Alcina thought it was necessary since the girls didn’t seem to like you much. She was thinking of ways to introduce your relationship to them without it going south but for now it was best to keep it under wraps.

As you're cleaning you round a corner and stop in your tracks at the scene in front of you. Standing in one of the smaller hallways was Cassandra standing in front of one of the maids. The maid was holding a large knife. The room was cold, preventing Cassandra from doing much to defend herself. Your eyes widen as the maid lifts the knife and without thinking you run in front of Cassandra to shield her. Time seemed to slow as the maid brought the knife down on your shoulder and you cried out at the pain. The maid looks at you with mouth wide open before she drops the knife and runs off. Falling onto your knees you clutch your shoulder as tears well up in your eyes. Behind you Cassandra stands quietly.

Your vision blurs and your ears ring as you hear more buzzing getting closer. Words are being exchanged but you can’t hear any of it. Suddenly a cloth is pressed onto your wound and you hiss. Looking up you see Bela crouch in front of you. Her mouth is pressed into a thin line as she tries to slow the bleeding. Behind her you see Casandra and Daniela looking on with worried faces.

“Girls im home” You can barely make out the sound of your lady as her steps grow closer to where the four of you are. You can see the way Daniela tenses slightly and feel as Bela presses a little harder onto your shoulder. Looking up you watch as Alcina rounds the corner and freezes as she sees the scene in front of her.

“Mother-” Cassandra starts but before she can say anything else Alcina is pushing past them to get to you. She kneels beside you pushing Bela over slightly. She lifts the cloth from your shoulder slightly and her eyes narrow as blood gushes out of the wound. “What have you done!” She yells at the girls and they stand in a small line as they squirm nervously.

“It wasn’t used! One of the maids did it! She tried to attack me but y/n stepped in front of me” Cassandra explains. Your vision starts fading and you reach out your good arm to grip onto your lady tightly. The blood loss was causing you to sweat and feel cold. With a gentleness that not many experience from her Aina lifts you into her arms. Just as she begins walking to her room your vision fades as you go limp in her arms.

You wake up hours later. The first thing you notice is the dual pain in your shoulder and the feeling of bandages on it as well as the hand holding your own. Opening your eyes you flinch at the light. Slowly blinking you look around the room. Alcina sits beside the bed. Her hand in yours as she smiles at you when you blink up at her. At the foot of the bed stands Bela and Daniela you frown as you notice the tears falling from their faces. Before you can ask any questions the two quickly engulf you in a hug. Bela curled up on your good side and Daniela pressed gently into your other side. Alcinas hand slips from your own and instead goes to rest on your thigh.

Scanning the room once more you find Cassandra hugging herself in the corner. Her hands shake slightly and you can see the way she is trying not to break. You try to move but the other two girls curl up to you tighter forcing you to stay laying down.

“Cassandra? What's wrong?” The second the words leave your lips a small sob leaves her lips and she joins her sisters in clinging to you. Her head rests on your stomach and you can feel as her tears soak into the fabric of your shirt.

“I'm sorry. It's my fault” She cries as she holds onto you tightly.

“Honey it's not your fault. I choose to step in front of you. Your not the one that hurt me” She nodded against your stomach but you could tell she didn’t truly believe your words. They all continued to hold onto you, their cries growing quieter.

The girls fall asleep quickly after. Still clinging to you tightly as if you would disappear if they let go. Looking over at Alcina you see the happy smile on her face as she reaches out to rub your cheek.

“It looks like they finally like you” She whispers as to not wake the girls.

“All it took was a little blood loss” You joke. Alcina playfully glares at you.

“It was more than a little.” You laugh at her words but wince slightly at the pain it brings to your shoulder. “Rest dear. Ill be back” She pulls away from you and you frown as the warmth of her touch disappears.

“Where are you going?” You ask as she stands and walks to the door.

“To take care of that maid”

[infamous-light]

You Belong to Me Ch. 1

Alcina Dimitrescu x F! Reader

AO3: You Belong to Me

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu's obsession knows no bounds as she becomes increasingly possessive over you. Will you succumb to her dark embrace, or find a way to break free before it's too late?

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: Yandere, possessive/obsessive behavior, blood, aftermath depiction of violence

You woke up every morning to the faint glow of dawn filtering in through the small, frost-covered window of your cramped living space. The air was cool and still, carrying with it the subtle scent of weathered stone and aged wood. It was a far cry from the comfort of your former life, but you have long since resigned yourself to the harsh realities of servitude since you began living in Castle Dimitrescu three months ago.

With a weary sigh, you pushed yourself upright. The blanket slid away to reveal the simple cot that served as your bed. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and planted both feet onto the cold, unforgiving surface of the wooden floor. It made goosebumps travel across your arms.

Ignoring the slight chill in your bedroom for now, you walked over to a small dresser, and with a gentle tug, you pulled open the drawer, revealing an array of neatly folded uniforms within. You sift through the selection, your fingers grazing over soft cotton blouses, tailored trousers, and dresses. After thoughtful consideration, you settled on a plain white blouse paired with sleek black trousers.

Once dressed, you made your way over to where a small basin sat atop a stand, tucked away into the corner of your bedroom. Cupping your hands, you scooped up the frigid liquid and splashed it onto your face. As the droplets cascaded down your cheeks, you reached for a hand towel hanging nearby and patted your face dry. You turned your attention to your hair next and picked up an old hairbrush resting on the stand. As you ran it through your strands, you felt the satisfying tug of knots being smoothed out.

After combing your hair, you placed the hairbrush back down with a soft clink and grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste tucked next to the basin. You applied a pea-sized amount of toothpaste onto the bristles and began to brush your teeth. Once two minutes have passed, you rinsed your mouth and toothbrush and placed it back on the stand. With a sense of cleanliness and readiness, you leave your bedroom, prepared to face the day ahead.

You walked down the hallway, the quiet tap of your shoes thumping lightly against the carpeted floors. The walls, painted a pristine white, were lined with gold accents that shimmered under the candles’ soft lighting. Alongside the decor, various paintings adorned the walls, depicting scenes of women dancing in sunlit fields or portraits of people.

The interior of the castle was beautiful, you could admit that, but beneath it all lurked the unsettling reality of torture and death. Behind closed doors, unseen horrors unfolded. All the maids lived in constant fear, their every move scrutinized, and their slightest mistake met with brutal punishment. The halls were haunted with their pained screams and whispered pleas for mercy.

The price of disobedience and the consequences of crossing the line drawn by Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters was one you wanted to avoid at all costs.

Eventually, you reached the supply room door and turned the handle. The hinges protested with a soft, familiar creak as you swung the door open. Inside, shelves were neatly stacked with cleaning supplies. Just as your hand reached out to grab the items you needed, you heard a familiar voice behind you say your name.

You turned around and a rush of warmth flooded through you as you realized it was Catalina. Since your arrival three months ago, Catalina had become your closest friend, an anchor, guiding your life through the horrors of this castle.

“Good morning.” Catalina greeted you with a warm smile, her chestnut brown hair cascading in gentle waves around her shoulders.

“Hey, good morning.” You replied, returning her smile.

“Are you ready for another grueling day?” She joked lightly, though her voice was tinged with exhaustion.

“Yeah,” you forced to maintain your smile despite the unease that gnawed at your insides. “But we’ll get through it like we always do.” You added, summoning a bit of reassurance for both you and Catalina.

The corners of her mouth downturned, forming a subtle frown as she spoke. “I wish I had your optimism right now. I have to help Maria clean up Miss Daniela’s bedroom,” she continued, her tone heavy with a sense of foreboding. “I dread what I’ll find in there.”

You grimaced in response.

Daniela was the youngest of Lady Dimitrescu’s daughters. She was known for her volatile and unpredictable nature. Her actions often left everyone on edge. At any given moment, Daniela's demeanor could shift like the wind, turning from saccharine to savage in the blink of an eye. It was best to avoid her completely when it came to the Lady’s three daughters.

“Well, I hope it’s nothing too bad.” You murmured.

“Me too,” Catalina said with a soft smile. “But I’ll see you later at lunch, okay?”

“Definitely. See you then.”

As Catalina left the supply room, you grabbed a bucket already filled with soapy water, a mop, and a couple of washcloths. With your supplies in hand, you made your way over to one of the hallways assigned to you. Upon reaching your destination, you carefully set your supplies down. The mop leaned against the wall while the bucket of cleaning solution sat nearby.

Taking a moment to survey the large window, you noted the thin layer of dust and grime obscuring the view beyond. Determined to restore its clarity, you dipped one of the washcloths into the water and wrung out the excess liquid soaking the fabric.

Positioning yourself at the first window, you finally got to work.

***

As you finished wiping down the last window, the midday sun shone high above the mountains, letting you know that it was nearing noon. Satisfied with your work, you gathered your cleaning supplies and began to make your way back to the supply room.

However, as you walked along, the silence of the castle was shattered by the sudden, blood-curdling scream of a woman. The chilling sound was quickly followed by a sickening gurgle. Dread washed over you like a wave as the implications of what you had just heard sank in. Without hesitation, you quickened your pace, clutching your supplies in a death grip as you hurried away from the source of the horrifying noise.

“You there, stop!”

A menacing voice cut through the air, and you halted in place. Every muscle in your body tensed as you recognized the commanding tone of Cassandra, the middle child of Lady Dimitrescu. Encountering Cassandra was an ordeal in and of itself. Though not as overtly unhinged as her youngest sibling Daniela, Cassandra's brand of cruelty was more insidious. Her actions were calculated, designed to inflict maximum suffering upon those unfortunate enough to cross her path. She was known to be the most sadistic among her sisters.

With a knot of apprehension tightening in your stomach, you slowly turned to face her, meeting her piercing gaze with trepidation. However, your attention was soon drawn elsewhere as you noticed something deeply disturbing: blood dripped from the edge of her sickle, staining the floor in dark, ominous droplets.

“Come here.” Cassandra drawled out, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. Her lips curved into a sly grin as she extended her index finger, beckoning you over.

Swallowing hard, you forced yourself to comply, your footsteps hesitant as you approached her. Her grin widened, a glint of amusement dancing in her eyes as you stepped closer, feeling the weight of her gaze upon you.

“Clean this mess up.” She said lowly as she inclined her head toward Lady Dimitrescu’s study room.

“Yes, Miss Cassandra.” You whispered obediently.

As you cautiously stepped past the door frame, a scene of horror greeted you. There, sprawled in the center of the room, lay the lifeless body of a maid. Her throat was gruesomely slashed, the wound jagged and brutal. A pool of blood spread like a sinister halo around her head, seeping into the cracks of the floorboards.

For a moment, you stood frozen in shock.

Time seemed to stand still as you struggled to comprehend the brutality of what lay before you. Your eyes were fixated on the lifeless form, unable to tear your gaze away. You had never encountered a dead body before. The sight was jarring, shocking you to your core.

You had seen the aftermath of violence before, heard the distant screams, and seen leftover blood etched into the fibers of the carpets, but never have you come face to face with death itself. This was different.

This was raw and real.

Your eyes briefly caught sight of a large key adorned with the Dimitrescu family crest, resting delicately next to her hand. Before you could ponder its significance, Cassandra's voice, smooth as silk but laced with an unsettling edge, whispered close to your left ear.

“Don't mind her,” she purred, her breath brushing against your earlobe like a cold breeze. “She had it coming.”

Startled, you gasped and instinctively stepped forward, desperate to get away from her.

Cassandra chuckled and stepped around you without a single care in the world. She bent over and retrieved the key, slipping it into the pocket of her dress. Then, in a chilling display of strength, she seized the young woman by the collar of her blouse, her grip unyielding as she dragged the limp body along with ease. And then, as if forgetting something, she paused, turning slowly to fix you with an unnerving gaze.

“Consider this a lesson. This is what happens to those who attempt to escape.” She remarked, her tone almost causal, as if discussing the weather. Her eyes then drifted toward the trail of blood that stained the floor. For a moment, her eyes lingered on the crimson mess before meeting your own again, a smirk playing on her lips. “You may want to hurry and clean this up before Mother makes an appearance.”

The implication of her statement hung heavy in the air.

“Yes, Miss Cassandra.”

As Cassandra finally departed the room, a surge of anguish threatened to engulf you, but you suppressed it. With trembling hands and a heart heavy with dread, you forced yourself to maintain composure, though every instinct screamed at you to turn and run.

There was no time to waste as you got started on cleaning the blood up.

Time seemed to warp and twist, stretching into an eternity as you meticulously cleaned every speck of blood off the floor. With each swipe of the mop, your hands shook uncontrollably, the memory of what had transpired haunting your every move. Every corner you scrubbed, every stain you erased, felt like an attempt to cleanse not just the physical space, but the sorrow that threatened to consume you from within.

Just as you thought you couldn't bear another moment of the suffocating silence, you heard it. The unmistakable sound of heavy high heels clicking through the hallway. Your heart almost leaped into your throat, but instead, pounded against your ribs like a caged animal desperate for escape.

The click-clack of her high heels came to a sudden stop.

A tense stillness settled in the air, thick and palpable, as you sensed her presence looming by the doorway. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled and stood on end, a primal instinct warning you of the danger that stood before you. But your eyes remained fixed on the floor, as if it held the key to your salvation.

And then, finally, she spoke, her voice like velvet. “Well, well, what do we have here?”

You found yourself momentarily stunned. You didn't know how to respond. Your mind raced, searching for the right words, but they never came. You had never spoken to her before, until today. So, you settled for her title instead.

“My Lady.” You managed to utter softly.

But there was only silence in response.

You shifted uneasily, unsure of what to do next. Was she waiting for something? Did you do something wrong?

With a hesitant glance upward, you found yourself locking eyes with Lady Dimitrescu.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as you held her gaze, a sense of unease creeping over you like ivy winding its way around your limbs. There was something in the way she looked at you – a hunger, a thirst for something you couldn't quite name – that made your insides curl.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the moment passed, and she offered you a knowing smirk – a flash of pearly white teeth that sent a chill down your spine.

Your pulse quickened as you watched Lady Dimitrescu walk past you, her tall figure casting a long shadow across the floor. But then she stopped, the sudden cessation of movement sending a jolt of fear through you. You could feel her presence hovering somewhere behind you, a suffocating weight that seemed to press down on your very soul.

“You missed a spot.” Lady Dimitrescu said but it sounded almost playful.

“I-I’m sorry, my Lady,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll get that cleaned up right away.”

Your heart hammered in your chest like a relentless drumbeat as you scrambled over to her. Kneeling beside her, your eyes caught a small spot of blood that you had missed, a tiny droplet that clung stubbornly to the floor. How was she even able to see that?

You pulled a handkerchief from your pocket, fingers fumbling slightly in their haste. With gentle precision, you began to clean the area, your movements slow and deliberate.

Finally, when the task was done, you gazed up at her, seeking some sign of reassurance. But what met your gaze was unnerving – a smile that sent shivers down your spine. It wasn't the smile of satisfaction you had expected. No, it was something far more sinister. Her lips curled upward, revealing a glimpse of something altogether different – a flash of fangs.

“You may go.” Lady Dimitrescu said, her voice carrying an eerie calmness.

“Thank you, my Lady.”

With a deep, respectful curtsy, you dared not linger any longer than necessary. As you hastily gathered your belongings, you could feel her eyes boring into the back of your head as you left her study.

You navigated the many hallways once more, each twist and turn blurring together seamlessly. Desperation clawed at you, urging you to put as much distance as possible between yourself and Lady Dimitrescu.

As you rounded another corner, a wave of exhaustion washed over you, both physically and mentally. Taking a moment to collect yourself, you breathed deeply, letting the tension melt away. But even as you tried to calm your racing heart, your mind couldn't shake the image of the way Lady Dimitrescu stared at you.

There was something off about it, something you couldn't quite put into words.

You hope you never find out.

***

The morning sun casts a soft golden glow through your window, signaling the start of a new day.

With a languid motion, you stretched your limbs and pushed the covers aside, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. Rubbing your eyes, you let out a soft yawn and glance around the room, the familiar surroundings gradually coming into focus. Yet, something seemed out of place.

Your gaze drifted to the door of your bedroom. You frowned as you saw a small, folded piece of paper lying on the floor, just beneath the edge of the door.

Intrigued, you rose off the bed and padded your way across the room toward the note. You bent down and picked it up. Unfolding the paper, you found yourself staring at what appeared to be elegant handwriting scrawled across the page.

My dearest pet,

It has come to my attention that your talents are wasted on menial tasks. Therefore, it is with great pleasure, and without room for negotiation, that I hereby command you to assume the role of my personal servant from this day forth.

You shall attend to my every whim and desire with the utmost devotion. You will be at my beck and call, ready to serve me without question or hesitation.

You are expected to begin your shift at 9 A.M. in my bedchambers. Do not be late.

Yours faithfully,

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

Blood froze in your veins.

As you read those words, an icy grip tightened around your heart.

Pet.

Being labeled as Lady Dimitrescu's “pet” made your stomach churn. At that moment, the room seemed to close in around you, suffocating you with its hold. You released the note from your trembling fingers, watching it flutter back to the floor.

None of this made any sense.

Lady Dimitrescu wasn’t known for keeping pets. The very idea seemed absurd, yet she called you one.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, she also wanted you to be her personal servant. That fact alone was terrifying. You were already forced to work in this castle but the prospect of serving directly under her? That was a whole other matter.

You stole a glance at an old clock perched on your dresser. It was 8 A.M. You knew you had little time left before you were expected to be in her bedchambers, ready to fulfill whatever tasks she demanded of you.

Many thoughts flittered around in your mind, swirling like leaves. Among them, one stuck out the most. The desire to escape burned within you like a flame refusing to be extinguished.

No.

The idea was foolish. It would surely get you killed. You have already seen what Cassandra did to that maid yesterday.

But what if you took your time to plot your escape?

Escaping the castle would not be easy. It would require cunning, stealth, and a plan so foolproof that even the Dimitrescu family would be caught off guard.

Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against you, you have to try. You refuse to live the rest of your life as some noblewoman’s pet.

Turning on your heel, you got dressed and left your bedroom. With each step, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, as though a pair of unseen eyes followed your every move. You glanced over your shoulder, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of someone lurking in the shadows, but the hallway remained empty. You quickened your pace until the sound of your name pierced through the stillness of the hallway.

Startled, you pivoted to find Catalina standing there. Her smile, usually bright and welcoming, faltered as she took in your demeanor. Concern etched across her features as she walked over to you, her hands settling gently on your shoulders. Her touch offered both comfort and support.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Her voice carried genuine worry. “I didn’t see you at lunch or dinner yesterday.”

You swallowed hard, your throat feeling dry and constricted.

“No, everything is not okay.” You managed to rasp out.

“What’s wrong?” Catalina's expression softened with empathy.

You hesitated, feeling the weight of Lady Dimitrescu’s words pressing down on you. But you needed to confide in someone, and she was the only person you trusted enough to share that information with.

“I received a note this morning from Lady Dimitrescu. She said that I’m to be her personal servant starting today.”

Catalina's reaction was immediate. A light gasp left her lips, and her hands, which had been resting reassuringly on your shoulders, fell away. The color drained from her face, leaving her complexion pallid as her lips pressed together in a thin line.

“I don’t know what to do.” Your voice quivered, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. “I’m scared.”

Catalina's brow furrowed as she sought to understand the situation.

“Why did she ask you to be her personal servant?” she asked, her tone gentle yet probing. “The grand chambermaid usually attends to the Lady’s needs.”

You reached up, delicately brushing away the tears that gathered in the corner of your eyes. “I’m not sure. She just said that my talents were wasted on menial tasks.”

There was a long pause as she absorbed your words.

“This is very unusual.” Catalina murmured; her voice laced with unease.

A queasy sensation crept up from the pit of your stomach, coiling like a serpent as you hesitated to tell Catalina how Lady Dimitrescu addressed you in her note as well. You were reluctant to say it out loud.

Pet.

You were no longer a person, but a possession.

[abouchlaire]

Karl Heisenberg with a dad bod (actual dad bod like with the beer belly and allat)

Mother Miranda with stretch marks (due to pregnancy duh)

Also Alcina Dimitrescu with stretch marks and pale white skin (Her growth and stuff mhm)

Donna Beneviento with her scar (According to diarys she always had that scar and thats why she was really shy (or not considering i lack memory capacity)

The Dimitrescu daughters with their mohawk-y shaved head (cause of the Cadou insertion and stuff) (no im not adding the "Messy eyeliner" "blood around their mouth" "Eyebags" and stuff cause those are hot.)

Sal and his obsession with cheese and Tele novelas... (he's so me.. watching romeo and Juliet as i chew on the 2nd cheese block i have.) and genuinely just waiting patiently for the opportunity to talk during arguments and eventually giving in due to how much of a people pleaser he is. Also mommy issues yeah thats me...But im not wierd about it (i am) (for a different reason) (dang if i was ugly and mother m was my cult mom I'd kms for her attention too).

@thegamingcatmom (sal gen creeps me out because of the mother m obsession (honestly so real for him like OH?) so i didnt included him at first..but heres his.)

[lycanscandance]

so what's is called?

You, Alcina and her daughters were all sitting at the dinner table...you were boredly resting your head in you hand and taping your fingers against the table before you paused

Y/n:Alcina..?

Alcina: yes my love?

Y/n: what's is called when you bite someone and take their blood?

Bela: feeding obviously

Alcina: yes ..dear bela is correct...it...is called feeding..why dear?

Y/n: so...if you bite someones tit and take blood from it....is that breast feeding..?

Alcina:...

Bella:...

Cassandra:..

Daniela: yes-

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[historyonthespectrum]

Dimitrescu daughters as cats🤸‍♀️

[ps5captures7]

LEON KENNEDY in Resident Evil 4 [2023]

Captured On PS5, By Me

Capture Dates - ??

Post Date - Thursday, 10th October 2024

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[urf4vsc0rpio]

hi scorpio. seeing the words "freak scale" in a pretty cursive font is something i never though id ever lay my eyes on. and yet here we are.

how about fluff cutie patootie romance sweetie pie scale? 1-10 of course. we gotta make sure ur wife isnt lacking.

-dani lovr xoxoxo freak bot

Dimitrescu Sisters Fluff Scale

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Nothing just fluff, def ooc

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: -

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I thought it would be funny HAHHAHA Nways dinner is served <3

I had to lay on the floor sm times just thinking abt what else to add

Bela Dimitrescu

Fluff Scale: 11/10

Look me in the eye and tell me this woman is NOT touch starved. Exactly, you can't bcs it's true

Sure she's busy most of the time but that doesn't mean she won't make time for cuddles

Poor girl is constantly stressed and done w her sisters shenanigans, give her a hug...

"Mmm..." She would mumble w her face buried in your chest as you ran your fingers through her hair, asking her how her day went.

When u guys first dated, I don't think she'd enjoy physical touch that much but would soon warm up to it and demands it always every damn time

You could walk into her room, see her busy and stressed n allat. The second you sat yourself in her lap, she'd immediately drop everything she was doing just to pull you closer and bury her face in your neck/chest while mumbling how much she missed you or how nice you smell

Waking up early? Don't even think about it, she'd whine and pull you closer "Don't go...just a few more minutes..." proceeds to cuddle in bed for an hour. R u gonna complain? HELL NO

Oh you're cooking? Would stand behind you with her arms wrapped around your waist and her face buried in your neck. "Bela I'm cooking..." "You can manage"

The second you open your arms, she'd immediately launch herself into your embrace.

Enjoys having her hair played w

Little playful nibbles and kisses have her heart

Would definitely kiss you all over just to hear you laugh

She's definitely the type to purposely brush her fingers against yours

Adjusts your collar, scarf, or hair with focused care, showing her attention to detail and thoughtfulness.

Would tots rest her forehead against yours after a kiss

Cup her face and she'd immediately lean into your touch with a happy hum. Trust me on this, I can confirm this fact cuz I'm married to her w 2 cat babies.

Def goes to u when her day is shit, crawling into bed and just laying on top of u, resting her head against ur chest to listen to ur heartbeat

Ur heartbeat = Absolute comfort

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Fluff Scale: 8/10

Bold but starved that's fo sho

Def wouldn't shy away from physical affection once she’s comfortable with her lover. Lowkey a natural flirt but also secretly craves genuine closeness which she masks with her playful teasing bcs idk...she's just built like that. Skibidi Alpha core

"Hah! Me? Touch starved!? Never!" While having you trapped in her embrace, refusing to let you go when you tried to squirm away just to prove her wrong

Would casually initiate lil touches but lingers longer than necesarry despite saying she doesn't care abt physical touch cuz it's stupid

100% would tackle u down playfully, saying that it's "just for fun and to test your strength" when in reality this is her way of seeking closeness w u w/o asking for it and embarrassing herself...cough and her ego cough cough

Pulls you into her lap w no shame whenever u two r alone "What? I can't pull my lover into my lap anymore?"

She’d want to be the only one you touch or hold and wouldn’t hesitate to make it known.

When u two r alone, Cassandra would soften. She’d lay her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, maybe even play w ur hair

Think of a manly dude cuddling his gf, immediately acts like he wasn't just whining softly when he saw her recording. Yea that's her.

Bold but starved that's fo sho

Grumbles when u point out how much she enjoys cuddling, says she's just bored but refuses to let u escape her grip

Def wouldn't shy away from physical affection once she’s comfortable with her lover. Lowkey a natural flirt but also secretly craves genuine closeness which she masks with her playful teasing bcs idk...she's just built like that. Skibidi Alpha core

She'd never admit it but she craves being held as much as she loves holding u. After a stressful day, she might just pull you close and rest her head on ur chest, staying silent but clearly seeking comfort which u happily give

Daniela Dimitrescu

Fluff Scale: 13/10

No words, just look at her.

This woman is CLINGY and she is PROUD.

Clings onto you whenever she can

Around you 24/7, either standing near u or just all up in ur personal space, clinging onto u like a koala

"This is y/n, she loves her personal space" "This is Daniela, Daniela also loves y/n's personal space"

Would be all over her you, always seeking physical contact. Whether it’s holding hands, cuddling, or resting her head on their shoulder, she craves constant reassurance through touch.

Being close to u = Ultimate comfort

Unbothered by how clingy she is, as long as ur aware of how much she loves u (and ur personal space)

Would tackle u before saying "Just wanted to be near u :3"

Kisses out of the blue

Just like Bela, she enjoys having her hair played w

Would pout and whine when u try to get up "Dani I need to piss..." "Okay and??"

Would giggle mischievously when she manages to pull u back down, clearly happy that she got her way

Eventually (reluctantly...rlly reluctantly) lets u go when u genuinely need to go somewhere

Also like Bela, wouldn't let u leave her bed "It's too early to get readyy!! Stay with mee" Proceeds to miss breakfast

She’d insist on sitting in your lap or making u sit on her lap, laying her head in your lap, curling up beside you with her arms wrapped tightly around you, just anything that involves being near u, she loves it

If cuddling was a sport, she'd ALWAYS win.

You'd be the first person she finds after a hard day, wordlessly throwing herself into your arms

Drama queen.

"You...you refuse to give me the affection I so desperately crave...?" you just said you were busy "Oh! I am hurt!" W her hand against her forehead and the other one on her chest "This is torture!"

Ur nightly cuddles consist of Daniela either falling asleep in ur arms or falling asleep w u in her arms, clinging onto you tightly as if you might just disappear if she were to loosen her grip.

When she’s feeling emotional or scared, Daniela would def crawl into your arms and cling to you silently, just needing the reassurance of your presence. "Bad day?" "Mhm..." "I got you, lovebug. I'm here" "Mm..." followed by small sniffles while u trace gentle patterns on her back which btw have I mentioned that she loves it when u do that? It's like the ultimate source of calm

She’d love giving and receiving soft, lazy kisses

Def enjoys playfully nibbling u.