#dimitrescu x reader

[lucidmagic]

Bela/Cassandra/Daniela, trying to be flirtatious: "Would you love me if I was a worm?" Reader, deadpan: "You're literally a swarm of flies." Bela/Cassandra/Daniela, now pouting: "You didn't answer the question."

[maybegays-blog]

Ethereal Chemistry

Prologue

Lady Dimitrescu x Scientist! Reader

All Chapters

Warnings: Rushed

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The faint hum of machinery filled the air as you worked diligently in your lab, surrounded by beakers, test tubes, and the soft glow of monitors. Your latest project was coming along nicely.

Just as you were about to delve into the next phase of your research, a familiar voice echoed through the intercom.

"Hey there, [Y/n], mind stepping into my office for a sec?" It was Alan, your colleague and occasional partner in mischief.

You paused, a mix of curiosity and caution flickering within you. Alan's sudden request for a meeting wasn’t unusual, to say the least.

But as you were busy with your project, annoyance built up at being interrupted.

‘Ugh, what does he want now?’ You muttered to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose in irritation.

With a sigh, you set aside your work and made your way to his office, your footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

Pushing open the door, you found Alan seated behind his desk, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Ah, there you are," he said, motioning for you to take a seat. "I've got something I want to run by you."

You settled into the chair opposite him, your curiosity piqued. "What's on your mind?" you asked, curiosity evident in your voice.

The man leaned back in his chair, his expression serious yet tinged with excitement. "You ever heard of Mother Miranda and the four lords?" he began, his tone measured and deliberate, curiosity shining in his eyes.

You quirked your eyebrow at the sudden question. "You mean that cult Chris was so worked up about?" you asked, a flicker of unease creeping into your voice.

He nodded solemnly. "Yes."

His determination seemed to intensify at the mention of Chris.

But there was something in his demeanor that set off alarm bells in your mind. The way he couldn’t hold eye contact, the slight twitch of his lips—it was clear that he was hiding something.

"Alan, what aren't you telling me?" you pressed, your voice tinged with suspicion.

He hesitated, his gaze flickering to the floor before meeting yours once more. "Okay, I may have... hacked into some important files," he admitted, his tone sheepish.

"You what?!" Your eyes widened, a mixture of shock and concern coursing through you.

The gravity of his confession weighed heavily on your mind. You both knew very well that this could get him fired, or even worse.

"You shouldn't be hacking into any files, Alan! How do you ‘accidentally’ hack anyway?"

"I was just try’na gather information. You know, for research purposes!" His tone grew louder as he tried defending his actions.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, crossing your arms. "Whatever. Why did you call me in here?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with newfound determination. "I have a plan," he began, his voice steady. "We gather the necessary resources and equipment in the village, discreetly, of course. Then, we'll put it to good use."

As he vaguely outlined his plan, you couldn't help but feel a knot form in your stomach.

This entire thing felt wrong. The risks were too great, the consequences too dire. But your colleague seemed unfazed, his confidence unwavering.

"Come on, [Y/N]," he urged, leaning in closer. "With your expertise and Astrid's help, we could make this happen. Think of the knowledge we could uncover, the things we could achieve!"

You hesitated, torn between your curiosity and the sense of foreboding that lingered in the back of your mind.

But when he mentioned Astrid, your other friend,(and his sister), joining the venture, a glimmer of hope flickered within you. If Astrid was on board, maybe together you could keep an eye on Alan and ensure things didn't spiral out of control.

With a heavy sigh, you nodded reluctantly. "Fine, I'm in," you said, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "But we need to be careful. We can't afford to make any mistakes."

Alan grinned, a spark of excitement dancing in his eyes. "Don't worry," he reassured you. "Together, with you and Astrid, we've got this covered."

[rosalynesimp]

No excuses.

Lady Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: blood, flirty

Notes: I apologies for my English. Let me know, what you think :) TY!

“I need to get rid os this selfish wretch! How dare she?!”

Alcina growls, scratching the wall under her hand. She rolls her eyes, sneaking away to her room, grabbing the nearest vase and throwing it against the floor. It was one of her favorite vases but now it’s broken into a dozen fragments.

She definitely had a thing for pretty vases that she loves to collect in her castle. Her emotions overflowed and she didn’t give a damn about the vase.

One of the maids, Marianna, totally drives her insane. Marianna has been laying her dirty hands on Y/N for few weeks now. Every time Alcina wanted to steal Y/N to her chamber, Marianna appeared out of nowhere and took all of Y/N’s attention.

Alcina stops, taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She sits at her vanity, takes her long cigarette holder, puffing on it nervously. The anxiety crashed on her completely unexpectedly. Dimitrescu looks out of the window, placing her arm on her own arm, tapping it with her middle finger. The slowly falling snow outside calms Alcina down and she feels tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

A giant swarm of flies appears right behind her back. Her daughters smile slightly before they notice Mother’s frustrating face.

“What are you doing here?

Alcina watches them through the mirror standing quietly behind her.

“We heard you wanted to get rid of Marianna, Mother…”

Cassandra says, smirking as she puts her hands behind her back.

“So what?” Alcina asks, frowning.

Her blood boils inside.

“We can help you, Mother.”

Bela adds as she smiles, tilting her chin up.

Dimitrescu also tilts her chin up, raising one eyebrow as she takes her long cigarette holder and looks over at her daughters, a devilish smirk slowly comes upon her lips.

“Hm…” She hums.

“Say yes, Mother. Please?” Daniela smiles at her.

“Her blood tastes soooo good…” Cassandra laughs.

Alcina nods, gets up, placing her hand on her waist. She hates this maid… particular one maid that flirts with her favorite maid.

“The blondie haired slut is your next target. Understood my words?”

Alcina spits out those words as her facial expression turns into disgust. Daughters nod and lick their lips, laughing. They haven’t haunted for so long due to coldness outside but Mother finally let them have fun with one of the maids.

“Yes, Mother.”

Cassandra and Daniela turn into swarms and immediately fly away.

“Bela.” Alcina says, before her Daughter vanishes.

“Yes, Mother?”

“Be careful with Y/N. She’s… the best maid.”

Bela nods with a smile before disappearing after her sisters and Dimitrescu sits at her vanity once again, rubbing her eyes. She feels so annoyed and tired of feeling jealousy every day. It was just the right time for creating another special bottle wine.

*****

You wake up as usual and quickly go to cook a breakfast for Lady Dimitrescu. Usually the head maid does Lady’s breakfast. She is the greatest cook of all of maids.

You take a look around and smile to everyone when other maids start their job. Except one. Where is Marianna? You frown and walk over to the head maid. Marianna is never late for her job. Every maid is well informed what will happen if they disobey.

“Where is Marianna?” You ask nervously.

“I don’t know, Y/N. Why?”

The head maid replies as she looks at you and shrugs.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Thank you.” You nod.

“Y/N!” The head maid says, her voice is trembling.

“Yes?”

“Lady Dimitrescu is waiting for you in her Chamber in an hour with her breakfast. Don’t screw it up.”

You nod again, feeling your heart skips a bit as you walk back to do your job. You’ve been invited to Dimitrescu’s chamber few times to… please the Lady. After that you always went to your room. Even though Lady Dimitrescu seems to like you, you are not sure about her next moves.

After some time the head maid brings you a tray with few plates, covered with cloches. You nod, gently carrying it to Dimitrescu’s Chamber. You knock few times, slowly opening the heavy door into her room. It opens smoothly and you walk inside the quiet big room that is dimply lit.

“My apologies, Lady Dimitrescu. Here’s your breakfast as you asked.”

You smile at her, your arms tremble a little as you place the tray on the table. Mostly because of the tray’s waist.

Alcina turns her body to you as she finished applying her red lipstick. She smacks her lips together, smirking. The Lady gets up, slowly walking toward you, never taking her gaze away from you. You stare at her, completely amused by her beauty. Lady Dimitrescu always caught your attention by the way she looks. She definitely is the prettiest woman that you put your eyes on.

She notices your sparkling eyes, kneeling in front of you as she places her bare palm on your cheek. She gently caresses it with her thumb, running her finger against your moist lips.

“Thank you, dear. Mind joining me?”

Alcina asks in a cloyingly sweet tone as she smirks, looking into your eyes. You shake your head in disagreement but your stomach treacherously growls. You swallow hard and look away. Lady Dimitrescu let’s put a laugh, placing her cold hand on your shoulder.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re hungry. Come on, I’ll share.”

“N-no, thank-“

“Y/N, are you disobeying me?”

Lady Dimitrescu’s voice turns to cold in a second as she gets on her feet again, stepping forward to you. You are half of her height but still manages to look into her golden eyes. You sigh and nod.

The Lady smirks as she turns around and walks toward the table, placing a second chair besides hers before inviting you to join her. You smile at The Lady, taking a seat right next to her.

“Enjoy, dear.”

Alcina takes off cloches, putting them aside and takes a deep breath of fresh well cooked steaks. She smiles, looking down at you. You doubt for a second before your stomach growls again, echoing in the room. You look up at Alcina, taking a fork and a knife, digging it into the steak.

You both eat quietly. Alcina finishes her steak faster and leans against the chair, wiping her lips with the cloth napkin. She smirks, watching you eat your steak and gently strokes your hair.

“How is it, Y/N?”

She asks quietly.

“Not the thing I’m used to… but quiet alright.”

You nod, giving Lady Dimitrescu a quick nod and pushing the plate away as you get full.

Alcina smirks, elegantly takes her crimson glass, pouring some wine into it. She swirls the wine in the glass. A tense silence hung in the room before you break it.

“Thank you for sharing your breakfast with me, Lady Dimitrescu.”

You say, rubbing your stomach.

“Please, call me a Mistress, dear.”

Alcina smirks and you nod in agreement.

Lady Dimitrescu pats her lap and you shyly climb on it, your back faces her. You can smell her body scent mixed with cigarettes and perfume. She… smells nice. You like her scent. Alcina gently caresses your cheek with her fingers, sliding her hand down to your neck, brushing your hair off your shoulder. She leans down, slightly nibbling at your skin and you shiver. She already drank your blood few times.

“You’re lucky we just had breakfast… Otherwise I’d drink some of your sweet blood.” She smirks.

“You… can do it.” You reply.

“Not this time, dear. I’ll leave your blood for a dessert.”

Her words sent shivers down your spine and you nod, looking into her eyes. She can feel your fear running in your veins and it makes her grin even more, showing off her white fangs.

“May I?” She asks.

Alcina smiles softly at you, takes a hair brush, runs it through your hair. It makes you relax and you close your eyes, letting out a soft sigh. Alcina starts to tie up your hair in two braids. You let her do it and sit quietly on her lap, feeling her cold fingers touch your neck. Surely, Lady Dimitrescu did it on propose. She knew how your body reacts.

“Here you are, Y/N.”

She wraps her arm from behind you, placing her index finger on your chin, lifting your head so you can look at yourself in the mirror. You tilts your head from side to side and then smile at her through the mirror, slightly leaning against Lady’s arm.

“Thank you, Mistress. May I go now?” You ask and she nods.

“You may, dear. Thank you for sharing this morning with me. I hope you liked it as much as I did.”

You smile at her, placing all empty plates on the tray, heading off toward the door. Alcina gets up, walking toward you to help you with the door, opening it.

“Oh and… Y/N.” Alcina says.

“Yes, Mistress?”

You stop behind the door, turning around to face Alcina. She gives you a devilish smile.

“She… was quiet tasty, wasn’t she?”

Lady Dimitrescu laughs loudly in a low tone, shutting the door right in front of you, leaving you with your worst nightmare right there.

[jinxxparodiesproductions]

The maids shouldn’t have left their fan fiction out 👀

[yelenablshop]

[mellythesimp]

－ Where have you been all my life?

－ Hiding away from you and your damned daughters probably.

－ My my, how unfortunate you failed at some point~

－ Oh, milady... How unfortunate indeed...

aka watching a tiny village from a very high placed balcony with your belo-

some pretty and wealthy alcoholic you met

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Seventeen: Alcina Dimitrescu + A Chirstmas Story

With thanksgiving just having ended your wife is all over the place. The kitchen looks like a hurriacane has come through. Dishes stacked up in the sink, flour litters the countertop and floor. While Alcina daughters had come inot town during the holidays, Alcina had tired her damnest to make sure that the holdiays were as good as they could possibly be.

So this was an every year sort of thing, the probelm was that she never sat down long enough between hanksgiving and chirstmas to take a single breath. She's always up before you are. In the kitchen making a new recipe that leaves the whole house smelling of fresh dough bread, cookies, or pies.

"Alcina!" You whine as soon as you wake, her side of the bed isn't warm. The sheets pulled back to make sure you stay warm underneath them. You padd to the kitchen, wrapped up in your throw blanket. It's nearly mid morning, and Alcina already got flour, and whatever else on her face smeared agasint her cheek. "Hello darling." She says warmly. She looks tired "How long have you been up for?" You ask her, she shurgs her shoulders as the oven beeps in alarm of being done pre-heating.

"I've been up for a few hours now." She says as she moves around the kitchen. "You're coffee is ready in the coffee pot." She says softly pecking your lips and then returning to her baking. You sit at your island and watch your wife. Her tired eyes reading the recipe once then twice, then a third and final time. You sip on your coffee with ease to not burn your tonuge.

It not til later that night when your wife has washed her dirty dishes twice over in the sink and now in the dishwasher. Alcina is pretty much on repeat for the months of November and December. Bake, sleep, wake up and repeat. "Alcina, will you come sit down next to me?" You yell to her from the couch. You hear the tiniest bit of a sigh.

But she walks into the living room. You pat the seat open next to you. "Alcina I think you should sit down." You're looking right at her, but she seems to be off in the disntace of her thoughts. "Well I… there's a few other things I need to get done." Your wife mutters not taking the open seat next to you. You challenge her words.

"What do you have to get done, baby? You've already been in the kitchen for what seems like the entire day." "I have to go…" Her words die in the back of her thoart as she looks down at you. You aren't trying to be mean, even if that's how your face, and vocie is making it out to be.

"Just come and sit with me please, I feel like I haven't spent any time with you since the start of November." You say sadly. Anoher sigh leaves Alcina lips as she sits down next to you on the couch. "Thank you." You mutter quietly. "Will you stay with me while we watch a movie?" You ask Alcina, she nods and snuggles into your side.

Even though your wife is taller then you she stills tends to be squished into your side. You had already pre-picked something earlier in the morning. A good ole' favorite. "What did you pick drag?" Alcina asks as she looks from your shoulder up at the larger flat screen. "A classic christmas movie." "Which is?" You and your wife banter with each other over what's a classic christmas movie.

"You aren't making me guess which one you pick, just tell me." She huffs out after a few minutes. "Okay fine… we are watching a chirstmas story. A classic." You remind her, she rolls her eyes and pecks your cheek. "I have to agree it's a rather good chirstmas movie for the holiday." Your wife says finally agreeing with you.

You feel Alcina wiggle next to you, as if she wants to get uo from the couch, "How about I go make some popcorn for us?" She offers, you shake your head. "No because if you get up and go back into that kitchen you'll never come back out I know you to well Alcina. Now sit and stay next to me." You demand, you clcik play back on the tv and return your attention to the title credits.

Completed on: 11/25/23

Posted on: 12/17/23

House Dimitrescu-

Resident Evil Master List // House Dimitrescu Master List // Christmas Stories Master List

[horeformilfs]

Scars

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

TW: SH, Isolation, Depression

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The grandeur of Castle Dimitrescu echoed with an unspoken tension that clung to the air like a haunting melody. Y/N, Lady Dimitrescu's personal maiden for two long years, had danced delicately on the fine line between duty and desire. In the beginning, she had dared to flirt, to call Alcina by her first name in moments of intimacy. However, the harmony they once shared had started to unravel.

It all unraveled after a disastrous meeting with Mother Miranda. Lady Dimitrescu, burdened by the weight of her responsibilities, had snapped at Y/N in a way that shattered the fragile connection between them. "Enough, Y/N! Your trivialities are the last thing I need right now!" The words, like poisoned arrows, had pierced Y/N's heart, leaving her wounded and broken.

In the aftermath of that fateful encounter, Y/N withdrew into herself. The once lively sparkle in her eyes dulled, replaced by a haunting emptiness. No longer did she address Alcina by her first name; now, it was Lady Dimitrescu or Mistress, devoid of the affectionate familiarity that once defined their relationship.

Weeks passed in the castle's looming silence, and Y/N's demeanor became a mere shadow of her former self. Her days consisted of mechanical motions—working tirelessly, eating sparingly, and avoiding rest. The daughters sensed the shift, the subtle change in the atmosphere, and attempted to pry into Y/N's world.

"Cassandra, Bela, have you noticed Y/N's change?" Daniela inquired one evening, her eyes filled with concern. Cassandra nodded, her gaze fixated on the distant figure of their troubled maiden.

"She's not herself. We should talk to her, find out what's going on," Bela suggested, her tone reflecting a mix of worry and compassion.

Approaching Y/N, the daughters attempted to unravel the mystery, but Y/N's defenses were impenetrable. "It's nothing, really. Just a rough patch," she dismissed, forcing a strained smile. The weight of her unspoken pain hung in the air like an invisible storm.

Alone in her quarters, Y/N grappled with the unbearable loneliness and shame. Unable to cope with the emotional turmoil, she turned to a dark outlet—self-inflicted wounds that offered a fleeting escape from the haunting echoes of Lady Dimitrescu's harsh words.

One night, as Y/N traced the lines of her own scars, tears mingling with the pain, she whispered into the silence, "What have I become?" The castle, indifferent to her suffering, held the secrets of unspoken torment within its ancient walls.

The once vibrant connection between Y/N and Lady Dimitrescu now lay shattered, an unbridgeable chasm of regret and heartache. In the cold embrace of the castle's shadows, Y/N wrestled with demons that whispered cruel echoes of a love lost and a soul fractured.

The castle, once a bastion of secrets, now held an unsettling weight of unspoken pain. Lady Dimitrescu, ever perceptive, couldn't ignore the drastic change in Y/N. The once vibrant maiden now moved through the halls like a ghost, her laughter replaced by a haunting silence.

One night, unable to bear the distance any longer, Lady Dimitrescu sought Y/N out in the dimly lit corridors. "Y/N," she called out, her voice carrying a mixture of concern and a hint of desperation. Y/N, attempting to maintain a façade, brushed off Lady Dimitrescu's worries with a forced smile, insisting that it was nothing.

Determined to break through the walls Y/N had erected, Lady Dimitrescu reached out, grabbing Y/N's arm gently. However, Y/N yelped in pain, surprising both of them. Alcina, her eyes wide with shock, released her hold immediately. "Y/N, what happened?" she demanded, her authoritative tone tinged with genuine worry.

Y/N, tears welling in her eyes, hesitated before muttering, "It's nothing, Lady Dimitrescu, just a minor accident." But the pain in her eyes spoke volumes, and Alcina refused to let it go.

With a gentle yet firm insistence, Lady Dimitrescu guided Y/N to a quieter corner. Her heart sank when she lifted Y/N's sleeves, revealing a mosaic of scars that told a story of silent suffering. Some were fresh wounds, while others were faded echoes of past pain.

A mixture of sadness and concern clouded Alcina's features. "Y/N, why?" she implored softly. Y/N, unable to meet Alcina's gaze, whispered, "I just wanted it to stop." The weight of her confession hung in the air, a plea for understanding.

Alcina, realizing the gravity of the situation, made a decision. "Come with me," she said, her tone softer now. Leading Y/N to her room, Alcina opened a door to a sanctuary of solace. The room, draped in shadows, held the promise of a newfound connection, as Alcina took the first step toward mending the fractured pieces of Y/N's soul.

In the dimly lit confines of Alcina's room, the atmosphere shifted from shadows of despair to the tentative promise of solace. Alcina led Y/N to the bathroom, her movements deliberate and filled with a quiet determination. Setting Y/N on the counter, Alcina gathered first aid supplies, her touch gentle as she cleaned and dressed the wounds that marred Y/N's arms.

Once the task was complete, Alcina's lips pressed a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead, a silent reassurance in the haunting stillness of the room. Lifting Y/N with a careful grace, Alcina settled her onto the bed, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

Summoning her daughters into the room, Alcina assigned tasks with a firm yet motherly authority. "Cassandra, Daniela, go to Y/N's room. Remove any sharps you find. Bela, bring some of Y/N's clothes here," she instructed, her daughters nodding in acknowledgment before dispersing on their assigned missions.

Y/N, lost in the depths of her own thoughts, remained silent as Alcina engaged with her daughters. Alcina, noticing the dissociation, sought to bring Y/N back to the present. Gentle touches, a hand on her shoulder, a reassuring squeeze—Alcina used every method at her disposal to ground Y/N in the reality of the moment.

Once Y/N was anchored in the present again, Alcina turned her attention back to her. "You're going to stay with me, Y/N," she said, her voice a soothing cadence. Y/N, confusion clouding her eyes, asked why. Alcina's response was a solemn promise, "I want to keep an eye on you, make sure you're safe."

Alcina's gaze held a depth of sincerity as she continued, "Whether it's me or one of my daughters, you'll never be alone until you feel safer with yourself. We care about you, Y/N, and we'll stand by you through this darkness." The room, wrapped in the stillness of understanding, held the fragile beginnings of a newfound connection—one that would, hopefully, help Y/N navigate the shadows that loomed over her.

Y/N's gaze remained distant, caught in the tumultuous currents of her own thoughts. Alcina, undeterred, gently cupped Y/N's face in her hands, forcing her to meet her gaze. "Y/N, listen to me," she urged, her voice a low, comforting murmur. "You don't have to face this alone. We're here for you."

The touch and the words seemed to pull Y/N back from the edge of her thoughts, and she blinked, meeting Alcina's eyes with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. "But why, Lady Dimitrescu?" Y/N questioned, the weight of confusion evident in her voice.

Alcina sighed softly, a motherly concern etched on her features. "Because, my dear, you're more than just a maiden in this castle. You're a part of our world, and we take care of our own." Her fingers traced a gentle path along Y/N's cheek, the gesture holding a promise of protection and understanding.

Y/N, eyes brimming with unshed tears, finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't think anyone cared." The admission hung heavy in the air, a revelation of the isolation she had felt in the midst of her struggles.

Alcina's expression softened further, and she pulled Y/N into a reassuring embrace. "You're not alone, Y/N. We care deeply about you. Your pain is ours to share, and we'll help you carry it until you can stand on your own again."

As the room embraced the quiet solidarity between them, Alcina's words lingered, weaving a promise of companionship and support in the face of the darkness that had clouded Y/N's world.

The night wore on, and as the castle settled into an uneasy quiet, Alcina guided Y/N through the simple rituals of preparing for bed. In the hushed intimacy of Alcina's room, Y/N changed into comfortable clothes, feeling a strange mix of vulnerability and safety. Alcina, too, changed into more relaxed attire, the weight of responsibility momentarily lifted.

As they settled under the soft glow of dim candlelight, Alcina gestured for Y/N to join her on the grand bed. The mattress cradled them both, and the air seemed to shift with an unspoken understanding. Alcina, ever graceful, drew the covers over them, creating a cocoon of warmth in the vast expanse of the room.

In the quiet moments that followed, Y/N found herself enveloped in Alcina's comforting presence. The distance that had grown between them seemed to dissipate, replaced by an unspoken connection forged in the crucible of shared pain. Alcina, mindful of the fragility of the moment, pulled Y/N closer, her arms a protective shield around her.

The weight of the day's turmoil began to lift as they settled into the embrace of the night. Y/N, for the first time in weeks, felt a sense of peace wash over her. The steady rise and fall of Alcina's chest, the soothing rhythm of her breath, served as a lullaby against the echoes of the past.

As sleep began to claim them, Alcina pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead. "Rest now, my dear," she whispered, the words carrying a tenderness that had been absent for too long. Y/N, nestled in the crook of Alcina's arm, closed her eyes, letting the soothing darkness of sleep carry her away from the haunting echoes of pain.

In the shared vulnerability of the night, Alcina and Y/N found solace in each other's presence, weaving a fragile tapestry of healing in the silent corridors of Castle Dimitrescu.

[haddonfieldwhore]

unexpected- bela dimitrescu

bela dimitrescu x reader

warnings: brief violence, mentions of blood/blood drinking, potential stockholm syndrome undertones? this probably has so many plot holes, maybe hints of nsfw for like 2 seconds

you felt your knees scrape against the stone floor as you were thrown to the ground, along with 2 other people who were in the same position. you had been on a solo hiking trip when you got well… incredibly lost, to say the least. you weren’t sure what the case was for the other abductees, but you assumed something similar happened for them to end up in this enormous castle along with you.

your head felt fuzzy and your vision was slightly blurred from bumping your head, as you heard what sounded like… insects? in the middle of winter? you must have hit your head harder than you thought. the buzzing sound was replaced with the sound of laughter - the unfriendly kind - as three figures dressed in dark clothes seemed to almost materialize in the room with you, until one of them stood over each of you. you looked up at the figure, now able to see that it was a blonde woman, with dark makeup and was that- blood? dripping down her lips? regardless, you couldn’t help but think that you had never seen anyone so-

“beautiful,” you muttered, unintentionally saying the end of your thought aloud. she looked at you curiously, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her dark stained lips. “i - im sorry.. i didn’t-,” you mumbled, as she leaned closer,her face now a few inches above yours. you could now tell that you had in fact heard insects; they were flying around her and crawling across her body. you found yourself unable to speak, both in awe of her beauty and terrified of whatever she was going to do to you.

“well,” she laughed. “i must say, that is not quite the reaction i’m used to from captured prey.” her dark fingernails traced along your collarbone, and you shivered. what exactly did she mean by prey? your attention was drawn to your left, and one of the other captives let out an ear piercing scream, and you saw one of the other cloaked figures biting into his neck. you felt the blondes cold hand on your throat, turning you head back to look at her.

“i’ll do anything you want,” you said, staring up at her with innocent eyes, and it sent an excited chill up the woman’s spine.

“i know you will, little one.”

•••

that had been three months ago, and you counted your blessings every day that you were still alive. you were the only one of the three humans captured that day, and you still were in disbelief when you woke up each morning. bela, the blonde who had taken you, had surprised even herself when she made the decision to keep you. maybe your blood tasted that good, or maybe she liked the way you looked at her, you weren’t sure, but you found yourself quickly growing fond of the eldest dimitrescu sister.

cassandra and daniela, bela’s younger siblings, were perhaps even more shocked when the blonde had said a week after you had arrived, that you were off limits; not to be harmed in any way. the specifics didn’t matter, whether you were her pet or personal blood bag, you were hers and hers alone. you have her blood when she needed to feed, and despite her mothers protests, bela had designated a bedroom near hers to be yours. her mother, alcina, was against keeping a human here for any reason other than to drain them dry of their blood, other than the maids. you offered to work, free of charge (keeping your life was payment enough in your eyes). the money was not an issue to the countess, but she surrendered and agreed after belas constant pestering.

her sisters were shocked; they had never seen their older sister like this, and frankly, it scared them a little. how could they trust someone like you- an outsider, a human? sure, you had very little chance of ever escaping the castle and even less of a chance of getting out of the village alive and alerting anyone of their existence. and who would believe you? bela kept you on a short leash, never letting you too far out of her sight; not that you were complaining. from the small amount you had explored the castle, you knew you would get lost in a heartbeat, or find yourself in inescapable danger.

you were sitting in the garden, admiring the flowers, your fingers tracing the delicate petals of the roses that somehow were still in bloom in the cold winter. one of the maids came out to find you, since the sisters could not go out in the cold.

“lady bela is asking for you, dear,” she spoke. the other maids were friendly enough towards you, but a little cautious, knowing you were so close to bela and not wanting to get on any of the dimitrescus bad side.

“thank you, mary,” you smiled. “do you have scissors with you?” you asked the older woman. she patted the pockets of her apron, and found a small pair of shears, offering them to you. you thanked her again, carefully snipping a single red rose from the bush. you have back the shears and headed inside, carefully carrying the bloom with you as you hurried to bela’s room.

you knocked on the door, hiding the rose behind your back while you waited for her to open the door. you smiled at the blonde when she appeared in the doorway, and she looked you up and down playfully.

“what are you hiding, little dove?” she asked, a smile spreading across her face as you presented the rose to her. “does mother know you’re stealing her flowers again?” she teased as she took it gently from your hand, admiring the crimson petals.

“no, but i’m hoping she won’t miss just one of them. and i thought since you don’t get to see them all winter…” you explained, and she smiled back at you.

“very thoughtful. thank you.” she sniffed the air slightly. “are you bleeding?” you looked down as she grabbed your hand, and there was indeed a pin prick of blood on one of your fingers.

“it must be from one of the thorns- im sorry.” you apologized, but she just laughed, bringing your fingertip to her lips and sucking gently it, until the bleeding stopped.

“all better,” she smiled. she walked over to the dresser and placed the rose in a vase, taking out a long dead one that you had brought her weeks ago.

“mary said you were looking for me?” you remembered why you came inside in the first place.

“do i need a reason to want to see you?” she teased. bela often danced around answering questions, but you had grown used to it at this point. “come here,” she said, now sitting on the bed. you obeyed, sitting next to her, before she tackled you into the bed, pinning you down.

“bells-“ you exclaimed as her weight on top of you knocked the wind out of you. she smiled at the nickname, and you could see her sharp canines.

“you know, i already ate this morning but i can’t help myself; you taste too sweet,” she laughed, but instead of biting your neck like you thought she would, she leaned down and pressed her lips to yours. your eyes widened, but you couldn’t help but kiss her back. her lips were surprisingly soft, and even as her teeth nibbled at your bottom lip, you couldn’t help but notice how gentle she was being.

her kisses trailed down your jaw, before you felt the familiar sensation of her fangs sinking into your neck. it hurt, but you had grown used to the feeling by now, having given her your blood many times. you were starting to feel dizzy, and almost as if she could tell, bela pulled away, smiling with red stained teeth at the way your fingers clung tightly the the fabric of her sleeve.

“rest, little human,” she muttered, pulling the blankets over your tired form and tucking you into her bed. you could barely keep your eyes open, but you could’ve sworn you felt the bed dip next to you.

•••

you awoke a few hours later, although you weren’t sure what time it was as the curtains in the castle were always closed to keep out the sun and the winter air. despite the castles cold interior, you were warm and cozy, and you looked at the bedding around you, delicate patterns of black and red surrounding you. the felt someone stroking you hair gently, and could hear a quiet humming from the person sat next to you. you looked up to see bela sat with her back against the headboard.

“good morning sleepy head,” she teased. “did you sleep well?” you nodded in response, although still tired. unable to stop yourself, you curled closer to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and laying your head in her lap. she made a small gasp in surprise, as never in her life had someone clung to her so adorably. how could she feel this way about a human? she thought to herself, surely her mother and sisters would berate her for going soft.

to say that bela never expected to be in this situation was perhaps the biggest understatement ever. but your soft little sounds you made as you snuggled into her, despite her lack of body heat, made her cold heart swell for the first time in what felt like forever.

“stay close to me little dove,” she cooed. “there are horrors in this world you could never even dream. but i will keep you safe.” she gently touched the two small puncture wounds on your neck where her fangs had pierced your skin.

“i will be the only thing to ever harm you.”

[running-with-kn1ves]

Maybe I can ask you nsfw alphabet for modern Alcina?)

A/N: I've had an idea for a longer modern! Alcina fic w/ an exotic dancer reader and am hoping to have the time to do it !! So unfortunately I focused only on letters A, E, I, O and U.

Modern! Alcina Dimitrescu NSFW alphabet

CW: NSFW, gender neutral reader power imbalance, oral, sub/dom complex, modern! Alcina dimitrescu

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

Alcinas domineering, attentive nature doesn’t just extend to when she's pleasuring you in, or outside of the office. She’s very keen on aftercare-- in order to keep you well preserved and in good health, she prioritizes keeping your mental and physical state decent, especially if she’s been particularly sadistic. After you both catch your breath from an evening of intense action, she'll push your face in between her plush breasts, enveloping you in her arms. Her fingers come up to brush your hair, nails slightly tickling your scalp as her hands go down to rub your back. She'll whisper sweet nothings about how good of a pet you are, her chest slowly rising and falling with each slowing breath. If you were to have been punished, She’ll rub away the stinging pain of the crescent marks her nails left on your skin, along with the numbing spots on your bottom. She expects you to hold her in return, pushing your knee in between her legs and wrapping your arms around her side. Her aftercare is the embodiment of warmth, her body being a plush pillow she forces you against, scolding you if she still feels you haven’t learned your lesson.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) 

The woman has a list of lovers that attest to her experience; she’s had flings and fiance's over the years that show how giving she can be, but not without a price. If you're inexperienced, she can't help but give a sly grin, promising that she’ll be a doting teacher. However giving her such an advantage will always backfire one way or another for you, as she can’t help but tease -- it's just too easy for her, she can’t help it. If you know your way around however, she’d enjoy testing you and seeing how much you can handle, interested in pushing you to your limits. She’ll hold you to high expectations however, so its best not to gloat too much. She’d lay back, resting her hand under her chin and opening her legs with a quirked eyebrow. Since you know so much, she’s intrigued to see how well you can manage to satisfy her.

I = Intimacy, how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect 

A complete romantic, though she'll never admit it. From rose petals on the bed to praising you with her passionate tongue, she loves a good romantic evening. She enjoys the candlelight dinners with you, drinking sweet wine with your sweeter lips to devour, but the dessert that comes afterward is even more rewarding. Though, these kinds of events are rare if you dare to push her buttons, expending beyond the rules she sets in place. Dare to try and leave without her permission? to deny or disobey her? She won't hesitate to strip away the softness of silk sheets and the warmth of her lips, only to leave you with the cold of her fingertips and the bite of her teeth. The intimacy is what really brings out her gentle dom side, the raspy whispers of how she wants to see you cum, how delicious you feel, how good you’re being. 

O = Oral, preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc. 

Oral can be a high reward, and an agonizing punishment. It starts out quite pleasant for the first few orgasms Alcina pulls out of you, but that bliss easily shreds into overstimulated terror, where escape isn't an option. You cannot get this woman away from using her mouth to satisfy you into oblivion. It can be pure ecstacy, with her hands around your hips, wet kisses up your thighs as she keeps her eyes glued on your face. To say shes a pro doesn’t do her mouth justice. By the time you think she’d tire out, she’s got her mouth pressed up against you for another round, lifting your hips from the bed to get even deeper. Alcina quite likes her own fair share of receiving oral as well, faceriding being her go-to. It's a complete turn on to watch her darling writhe beneath her, arms wrapped around her thighs as their desperate tongue clings to her. To hear the sound of skin on skin, saccharine lips  attached onto her clit like it's your lifeline. 

U = Unfair, how much they like to tease 

Alcina has definitely got a side of flirtation that shows when its deserving, especially if she finds you utterly embarrassed or needy. It's so adorable to see you hide your face in shame when you react to her touch, how you beg her to stop teasing you. If you reveal how desperate you are, how you ache for her whether it's from the haze of alcohol or unresolved libido, she'll let out a light chuckle and slip her hands down to your hips like honey. Slowly as she inches to your crotch, but she barely gives enough to satisfy. Alcina loves to edge with every light touch of her fingertips and the way she slowly unbuttons her shirt. Denying you of your orgasm each agonizing time, she'll reduce you to a shivering, begging fool, like putty in her hands-- and she can't help but get off on it.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Any sneek peaks for a Lady Dimitrescu fic 🙏🙏????

Heyyyy anon…!!

I do indeed have a sneak peak for you… 😏 This is for a Larissa x Alcina x Reader fic that @scream-queenlover & @cissyenthusiast010155 (I/me) are writing together <333!! Keep an eye out for it… 😘

This time it was the blonde who placed her hand on your arm. Your breath hitched. “No worries, Darling. In fact… We were wondering if you’d like to come home with us for the night…?” She purred. Your heart race tripled and your eyes frantically fluttered from one tall woman to the other. “I…” you tried to speak, but your throat was hoarse and choked up, so you nodded instead. “Use your words…” the raven haired goddess hummed wickedly. You felt the blondes hand begin to wander teasingly. “I— Yes! Yes please…” you stuttered with a flushed red face. The poised, blonde then removed her touch, leaving you craving only more.

Remember to vote on what the Larissa x Alcina Ship name should be 🤍✨

Talk with Me 🩵🤍🩵

[maybegays-blog]

Can u write sad Lady d angst i want to cry

Here you go 🙏🙏 Also I canT write angst to save my fucking life, sorry. I tried my best tho😢😢

Echoes Of Sacrifice

Warnings: Gore(?) Character death, murder, depressed Alcina.

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As Ethan Winters ascended the winding staircase of Castle Dimitrescu that led to a secluded tower, his heart pounded with a mixture of fear and determination.

He knew that somewhere within these ancient walls lay the key to ending the reign of the vampiric matriarch, The Dagger Of Death's Flowers. And he would stop at nothing to see his mission through to its bitter end.

Unbeknownst to Ethan, you trailed silently behind him, your own heart heavy with a sense of foreboding. Every step brought you closer to a confrontation that could shatter the fragile peace you had fought so hard to maintain. But you couldn't stand idly by and watch as Ethan plunged a dagger into your lady’s heart. Not when you knew the depth of her despair, the agony of her loss.

You pressed on, ascending the steps as the chill of the winter wind swept past you.

Finally, the staircase came to an end, opening into a secluded tower bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. In the center of the room, a large coffin containing a decaying skeleton. Nestled within the skeleton’s arms, lay the dagger—the weapon capable of ending Alcina Dimitrescu's immortal reign.

But before Ethan could make his move, you stepped forward, your voice trembling with resolve. "Ethan, please," you pleaded, your words a desperate plea for reason. "This isn't the way. We can find another way to end this."

But Ethan's eyes burned with determination as he reached for the dagger, his fingers closing around its hilt with a fierce intensity. "I can't let her hurt anyone else," he growled, his voice laced with a steely resolve.

With a surge of adrenaline, you lunged forward, your hands grappling with Ethan's in a desperate struggle for control. The dagger glinted ominously in the moonlight as the two of you fought for possession, each movement a flurry of desperation and determination.

But despite your best efforts, Ethan's strength proved too great, and with a swift motion, he wrenched the dagger free from your grasp. Time seemed to stand still as the blade gleamed in the moonlight, its deadly edge poised to strike.

As Ethan gripped the dagger tightly in his hand, his eyes blazed with determination as. "You're standing in the way, of me and my daughter!" he spat, his voice thick with anger and resolve.

However, you refused to back down, your own voice trembling with emotion as you pleaded with him.

"Ethan, please," you begged once more, the desperation evident in your tone.

Ethan's gaze hardened as he raised the dagger, the moonlight casting eerie shadows across his face. "I can't take any risks," he growled, his grip tightening on the weapon. "Not when my daughter's life is on the line."

"No!" you cried out, your voice a desperate plea as you lunged forward once more, your hands outstretched in a futile attempt to stop him. But it was too late.

With a sickening thud, the dagger found its mark, sinking deep into your chest with a cruel finality. Pain lanced through your body like a thousand fiery needles as you stumbled backwards, your vision swimming with darkness before you sunk to the ground with a loud cry.

Ethan didn't get any time to react as your fiancé stormed into the tower and saw you sitting on the floor, your form going limp, a primal roar of anguish tore from her throat. The man-thing quickly backed off as your lady rushed to your side, she dropped to her knees. She cradled you in her arms, tears welled in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," you managed weakly, your voice cracking with pain.

"No, my dear," Alcina whispered, her voice trembling with sorrow. "I should be the one apologizing. I have failed to protect you, my daughters, everything." Tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving trails of mascara in their wake.

You reached out with trembling fingers, desperate to brush away the tears cascading down your lady's cheeks, her sorrow etched into every line of her face.

"Don't cry, m-m'lady," you whispered, your voice barely a tremulous murmur, weighted with your own heartache.

Your touch was a fleeting caress against her skin, a feeble attempt to soothe the anguish that threatened to consume her. But in that moment, as you gazed into her tear-filled eyes, you knew that your words were not enough to ease the pain that gnawed at her soul.

As she felt your breathing grow faint, panic surged through her.

"No, Y/n!" she cried out, desperation lacing her voice. "Stay with me. We can be together, marry, have children! Please."

Her voice rose, desperation lacing every syllable, as she pleaded with you to hear her final words, her heart breaking with each passing moment as your life slipped away from her grasp.

“I-“

As you attempted to respond to your lady's desperate pleas as best you could, a painful, bloody cough erupted from your lips, and you quickly covered your mouth with your elbow, earning more tears from your lady as she watched helplessly.

You yearned desperately for the chance to live another day, if only to be by her side for a little longer.

"I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry, 'Cina," you murmured, your voice fading away.

Your eyelids grew heavy, but you fought desperately against the urge to succumb to sleep, clinging to consciousness for her sake.

“I-I can’t…” You weakly held her hand.

But despite your best efforts, you could no longer hold on.

"I l-love you," you breathed out one last time, the words barely a whisper as darkness enveloped you.

As you went fully limp in her arms, your lady’s heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her sobs echoing through the tower as she held you close, her grip tightening as if trying to hold onto you forever.

Meanwhile, he stood by, a silent witness to the tragedy he had brought upon you all.

But as her teary eyes shifted to the figure of Ethan Winters, her eyes narrowed with a fierce resolve. She gently set your down before, with a single, fluid motion, she rose to her feet, her elegant form now radiating with a deadly grace.

"You will pay for this," she growled, her voice low and menacing as she advanced towards Ethan. Alcina's rage burned like a wildfire, driving her onwards with a relentless fury.

With a primal snarl, she lunged forward, her nails elongating into razor-sharp claws as she seized Ethan by the throat. Her other gloved hand wrapped around his neck as the scent of blood filled the air. She tightened her grip, her eyes blazing with a feral intensity.

"You thought you could defeat me?" she hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. "You thought you could take everything from me and walk away unscathed?"

Ethan, fueled by desperation and the relentless drive to protect his daughter, fought back with a ferocity born of desperation. With a surge of strength, he desperately tried to stab your fiancé with the dagger.

Yet, as the dagger pierced her flesh, it proved futile. Her skin swiftly regenerated, just as it had before, within mere seconds.

The last Dimitrescu's eyes widened in shock, her expression shifting into a mask of fury, a silent condemnation of the consequences wrought by Ethan's actions.

In that instant, a surge of realization swept through Ethan: the poison on the dagger had rubbed off onto you when he struck you.

Barely giving him time to process the gravity of his actions, with a swift motion, she tore open Ethan's chest, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh with a sickening squelch.

As Ethan's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, he gasped out, "Stop... please..."

She paid no heed to his pleas, her grip unyielding as she ripped his still-beating heart from his chest with a savage snarl. Blood sprayed across the tower, painting the walls in a macabre tapestry of crimson as Ethan's lifeless form crumpled to the ground.

With a triumphant light in her eyes, Alcina held Ethan's heart aloft, her eyes ablaze with a fierce satisfaction. "No one," she declared, her voice echoing through the chamber like a thunderclap, "no one will ever take my beloved from me again."

And as the echoes of her words faded into the silence, she turned her gaze to you, her heart heavy with sorrow.

He had already taken you, he had taken your life.

For though you were gone, your memory would live on within her, a beacon of light in a world consumed by darkness. Your lady could only sit beside your lifeless body, her heart breaking as she clung to your side, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Oh, my sweet girl, why did you do this?" she whispered, her voice choked with sorrow and disbelief.

The days that followed were a bleak procession of solitude and sorrow for your fiancé. The once-grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu echoed with emptiness, each footstep a haunting reminder of the absence that weighed heavily on her heart.

Alcina retreated into the depths of her chambers, the shadows embracing her like old friends as she mourned the loss of you and her beloved daughters. The air grew heavy with the weight of her grief, each breath a struggle against the suffocating darkness that threatened to consume her as the maids watched their mistress slowly lose herself.

The grandeur of her surroundings felt hollow and meaningless, a cruel mockery of the life that had once thrived within these walls. The portraits of her daughters gazed down at her with empty eyes, their faces frozen in eternal beauty—a painful reminder of all that had been lost.

But it was the silence that was the most unbearable—the absence of your laughter, your voice, your presence. Each moment stretched out into eternity, each heartbeat a relentless march towards an uncertain future without you by her side.

In the depths of her despair, the dragoness found herself grappling with emotions she had long buried beneath a facade of strength and stoicism. She questioned her worth as a mother, as a ruler, as a woman burdened with the weight of centuries of loneliness and longing.

With each passing day, she vowed to honor your memory, to carry you with her always.

—

Masterlist

[rosalynesimp]

Y/N: We’ve been together for 10 years, Alcina…

Alcina: So?

Y/N: Turn me into vampire. Do you see those wrinkles? My grey hair?

Alcina: You’re around your 30. Make it to 40 and we’ll talk, love.

Y/N: I don’t want to be an old, ugly, wrinkly vampire…

Alcina (choking), who turned at her mid 40: Excuse you, young lady, did you just call me ugly?

[ranchracoon]

Devour Ch. 4: Donations

With the sisters distracted, the new maidens become more familiar with their positions. Soon they even grow confident. You are there to help them as much as possible so that no mistakes happen, because once this week is over Lady Dimitrescu’s patience will be paper thin. They memorize their routines, the times that the ladies eat, and most importantly the house rules. It is a little funny to see them scramble out of your way, for they know one of the sisters won’t be far behind. 

The next few days the girls feed off you almost daily, but they also watch your every move, even when they aren’t present you can still feel their eyes. Their bites are less forceful and greedy, with each passing day returning to their prime selves and requiring less from you. You don’t mind it though, your arms, shoulders, and neck have become a tapestry of their bites; Each one like a tattoo with their own individual differences, and you know exactly which bite belongs to which sister. Every time you look at the bruises your mind begins to reminisce about the ghost of their fingers wrapped around your arms, or how their bodies curved against yours.

You shake your head at those thoughts trying to focus on something else. You still have no idea who washed your uniforms, but you have an inkling that it was Bela. She denies it every time you ask, but what gives her away is how quickly she denies it and the way she twirls her sickle more than usual when the subject is brought up. You try asking Cassandra or Daniela, but Cassandra doesn’t like being bothered more than once and Daniela would have cracked by now.

When they’re not doing their duties, one of them follows you around and makes you eat in the main hall to ensure you’re actually refueling. The only alone time you have is when you return to your bed chambers for the night to wash your uniform and yourself. Except for one, tiny, unexpected visitor. Every night this week you find a fly wandering your room, as soon as you notice it, it quickly leaves through the space under your door. It’s now a part of your nightly routine. When you return to your chambers, you begin to strip from your uniform, listening very intently until the sound of buzzing catches your attention and you start searching for it. Again, it can only be one of three people and all three of them deny having any part of it, saying they have better things to do than stalk you at night.

 The end of the week arrives faster than you like and you anxiously play with your tie, having to re-tie it because it keeps coming undone. The maids are ready; they’ve been lectured since they arrived that they would be required to donate blood. You have nothing to be nervous about, yet the anxiety still pours from every crevice on your body. Out of habit, you still wake up the Lady and her daughters as well as prepare their morning tea because it feels wrong if you don’t. In the kitchen you gather the attention of the staff and hand out sheets of papers with times on them, informing them that their tasks need to be done before their donations and to meet in the tasting room. With the exception of cooking staff who will be excused from lunch duty in order to do their donations and prep dinner in time. You aren’t hungry thanks to the nerves, but decide to eat a small portion of bread, cheese, and thinly sliced meat so as to not upset the ladies.

To give the staff extra time to pass out the rest of the times, while you take the rolling cart out into the main hall by yourself. This morning in particular Cassandra is the first to arrive, even before her mother which rarely happens but judging from her form barely remaining solid, she’s very excited. You approach the fireplace, feeling the heat lick at your back and cause beads of sweat to run down your spine. Cassandra looks you over and you swear you hear a purr coming from her, but it’s difficult to tell over the crackling of the fire. 

“Good morning Lady Cassandra, did you sleep well?” You ask while handing her a cup. 

“What did I say about calling me by my formal title? Mother isn’t here.” She replies before taking a sip. 

“Better safe than sorry.” You smile. 

“Hm. I could hardly sleep a wink, too excited about today. Speaking of, mind helping me with the donations today?” She asks sweetly. Too sweetly.

“I thought La-Bela was in charge of the donations?” You ask. 

“Normally yes, but I’m the more responsible one and took over.”

The two of you stared at each other in silence before she scoffed and rolled her eyes, “she lost a bet with me so now I get to do the donations and she has basement duty.”

“I see. Well I would be happy to help you.” You smile at her.

Cassandra smiles widely then leans back into her seat, holding her cup close to her face as she inhales the scent. Lady Dimitrescu arrives, the other two daughters following shortly after and taking their respective seats. Lady Dimitrescu smiles at you with a wide, toothy grin as she takes her cup and sips down the thick liquid. She sighs heavily and fixes her posture, you settle beside her and look up expectantly. 

“Are the maids ready Y/N?” Lady Dimitrescu asks. 

“Yes Ma’am. They all have their donation times, and after breakfast I will go down with Lady Cassandra after breakfast to assist her. Unless you have something else that you need me to do.”

Lady Dimitrescu raises an eyebrow at her daughter, “you may help Cassandra today. I expect you to return to your normal duties tomorrow, otherwise I request that none of you bother me today. Doing so will result in punishment for all four of you.”

Your body remains neutral but your face gives away your true feelings, with your brow furrowed you glance up at Lady Dimitrescu. Four? Why are you suddenly involved? As if she can read your mind, the lady looks down at you and gives you her infamous smile: the one that reaches up to her eyes making her crow’s feet visible. You open your mouth to say something but her facial expression is challenging you to do so, which makes you shut your mouth again and lower your head. She hums approvingly before standing and taking her leave, Bela stands and calls for other maids to come clean up. The irritation in her voice obvious. 

Before you can see anyone come out, hundreds of insects gather around you, tickling your exposed flesh along your neck. A few of them nuzzle their way up the sleeves of your uniform, it’s impossible not to let out a muffled giggle at the sensation. It’s uncomfortable, but not entirely unwanted either. The ground beneath your feet moves away as your body becomes weightless and all you can make out is the varying degrees of darkness and light around you. Eventually the ground returns to your feet making you wobble as you regain your balance after being carried, only to find yourself in the tasting room. 

It smells like sterilizer and wine, it takes a minute to adjust as you roll the sleeves of your shirt up to the elbows. Cassandra walks around the table in the center, clearing off remnants of wine bottles, glasses, and dirtied trays. She swipes her hand over the wooden table, clearing off any remaining debris before she kneels in front of a cabinet to bring out sanitizing wipes. You brush your hands over your vest and watch her, waiting for some sort of instruction of how to proceed to help her but instead she continues on as if you don’t exist. You sigh softly and look around at the dwindling numbers of wine bottles, their stash really is hurting this winter. Usually they never took wine from here, rather using the wine in the wine room first but times truly are strenuous this season. 

As your eyes drift back to Cassandra you see she’s already laid out the tubing for the pump machine, currently sanitizing them thoroughly. You cross your arms and tilt your head, she catches your look and pauses her work, mimicking your head movement. When she asked you to help, you had a subtle suspicion that she didn’t actually need it; she could probably do the entire setup with her eyes closed.

“You don’t actually need help with the donations do you?” You ask teasingly. 

“I do. You’re helping me right now.” She responds, returning to her work.

“How so?” You ask. 

“By keeping me company.” She answers without looking. 

There it is. You chuckle to yourself and lean against one of the shelving units currently standing empty. She wants your company, plain and simple. You're touched really, it makes your heart flutter knowing she simply wants your presence around even without doing anything. In fact, now that you think about it, Cassandra was the one who follows you the most even if she remains mostly in her swarm form, hardly ever wanting to be solid. This is the first time you’ve seen her fully formed, not a single fly out of place until you take a few steps closer and a fly lands on you.

“You know Cassandra,” you start off in a teasing tone, “if you keep this up, I might think you enjoy my company. Maybe even like me a little.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I tolerate you at best, and you’re far less annoying than my sisters.” She remarks coldly. 

You pause in your tracks, she glances at you underneath her hood but quickly returns her focus to her task. You narrow your eyes, unsure if that was her confirming or denying that she does in fact like spending time with you. Why else did she ask you to help only to stand around? A click with a pumping sound following catches your attention as you turn around to see the pump come back to life. You turn from facing Cassandra and take a seat in a chair near the machine, Cassandra materializes in front of you, her fists on her hips. 

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to donate some blood?” You respond a little dumbfounded. 

Cassandra leans over, her face merely inches from yours, your breath becomes heavier as you lock eyes with her. Ignoring the voice in your head screaming to glance down, you can’t, you won’t. Cassandra lets out a deep, husky laugh bringing up her gloved hand to brush your chin. 

“We’ve taken enough from you this week as is. Now get up before the first maid arrives.”

You push your sleeve down some and get out of the chair, she stands behind the machine and hands you some empty bottles that the blood will be deposited in. On cue the first maid arrives, she pushes the door open and nervously fiddles with her apron before approaching the chair. Her anxious eyes look up at you as you give her a reassuring smile, Cassandra steps forward between the two of you. Cassandra yanks the maid’s arm making her flinch, you move around and give Cassandra a look as you put a bottle down on the end of the machine with a tube inside. Cassandra pulls out a needle and the girl whimpers, she tries to yank her arm back but you can see the bruise forming from Cassandra’s grip. 

“Stop moving or I’ll cut you open and drain the blood.” Cassandra threatens. 

The maid bites her lower lip before she shushes up and holds still as Cassandra punctures the skin and the clear tube turns red. Cassandra straightens up and watches the blood flow from the maid’s arm, through the pump machine, and into the bottle near you. You look up to catch her golden eyes staring at you, you wonder if you should continue to tease her not. Maybe she’ll get irritated enough that she’ll admit that she’s the one who’s been in your room at night, then again, you didn’t want another maid to suffer. Before you can decide she looks away and impatiently taps her fingers against her arm, the only noise being that of the machine. After the maid has donated a pint the machine stops, Cassandra pulls the tubing from the maid’s arms and places a piece of cotton against her arm to stop the bleeding. 

You withdraw the tube from the bottle and cork it, one bottle makes roughly two bottles of wine. You put the pure blood bottle on a shelf behind you then replace it with a fresh bottle and watch Cassandra swap the used tube with a fresh one. The maid stands and looks over at you, you give her another half smile before Cassandra hisses to get her to leave. The next maid won’t be arriving for a few minutes, so you eyeball Cassandra at what her hurry is but she doesn’t look at you. 

“So..what was the bet you made with Bela?” You ask to pass the time.

“Oh nothing, but I made sure it was one I could easily win because I left something for her in the Chambers of Solace.” Cassandra chuckled darkly, “I made a maze out of our old equipment so now the Moroaică are spread out. I may have also hidden the key to the Special Chambers where Bela likes to hide her most prized possession.”

You perk up a little, “what’s Bela’s most prized possession?”

Cassandra looks at you, her eyes looking between the both of yours while she contemplates telling you. 

“It’s a blue glass eye that once belonged to a maid. I made her a ring to hold it but she says that it ‘gets in the way’ so, did all that hard work for nothing.”

“So the infamous Killer Cassandra does have a soft side. Making gifts for her sisters. Never would have guessed.”

Cassandra appeared on the other side of the table, her hands slamming against it hard enough that it shook. 

“If you tell anyone about either, I’ll slice your jugular and watch you bleed out.”

You swallow and nod your head in understanding before she swarms back over to continue her work. The rest of the morning goes smoother , a maid comes in, donates, they leave you alone with Cassandra, then another maid. During the moments of no maid you engage in small talk with her, she lightens up until another maid enters then she goes right back to being rough and cold. Daniela shows up halfway through-out the day with some food for you, you smile and take the tray from her, your hands brushing one-anothers as you do so. 

“I’ll come back later to pick this up from you.” Daniela smiles. 

“No need. We’ll give it to the next maid, who should be a part of the kitchen staff next.” Cassandra adds. 

“Oh. I see.” Daniela teases, she leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek. 

The kiss is longer than any other cheek kiss she’s given you, only when you think you hear a hiss from the otherside of the room does Daniela move away. She disappears and you take a seat in one of the chairs near the machine to eat, Cassandra looking at you from under her hood. After that you notice that every time a maid smiles at you, that maid gets treated harsher than the rest. The final maid comes and goes, you sigh under your breath as you put the last bottle into the storage rack while Cassandra takes apart the machine. 

She finishes sanitizing the tubes, machine, and other parts without speaking to you but uncharacteristically close to you the entire time. By the time she finishes the bells throughout the castle ring to signal dinner time. Cassandra removes her hood and brushes her hands through her hair groaning lowly. 

“Ugh, finally. I didn’t think I would last until dinner. I don’t know how Bela does this every month but then again, I now see why she’s such a bitch all the time.”

“Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad.” You say half-heartedly. 

“That’s true, I got to look at you the whole time.” She quipped back with a smirk. 

You scoff as you feel your cheeks warm up, she laughs which only makes your cheeks burn hotter while you cough into your fist and clear your throat. 

“Speechless hm?” Cassandra leans over your shoulder, “and here I was hoping to hear more of that lovely voice.”

You stand there unable to say anything, all day you thought about ways to get back at her and her sisters for how much they tease you. Now you’re blanking on how to respond. Cassandra places a kiss against the shell of your ear before pulling away from you. 

“Hm shame. Oh well, we better get going to dinner before mother becomes suspicious.”

Once again there’s nothing but blackness and weightlessness until you come crashing down in the main hall. This time however, you land in a seat with Cassandra on one side, Lady Dimitrescu on the other, and Bela and Daniela across from you. You swallow to keep from vomiting, this trip was rougher than the first and it took you a moment to recompose yourself. 

“Y/N, how did the donations go?” Lady Dimitrescu asks. 

“Good My Lady, everyone arrived on time and no one passed out. I will check in with the staff before I retire for the evening.”

“Excellent. We will take the remaining barrels of wine and start integrating the blood immediately. The fresher the blood, the better the taste. Good work my daughters, you are dismissed. Y/N, I will have my dinner in my chambers please.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Lady Dimitrescu stands and walks away to her private chambers, the maids roll out the meal and you lean over to whisper to one of them about making a separate cart for Lady Dimitrescu. The maid nods her head and takes her leave as you visibly relax a little, which is a bit funny considering the rest of the staff is stiff and nervous around the daughters. With their mother out of ear shot, Bela dissipates and smacks Cassandra before reforming in her chair. 

“What was that for?” Cassandra yelled. 

“That’s for the mess you made in the cellar.”

Bela swarms and hits her again, “and that’s for hiding the key to the Special Chambers. Where is it?”

“I don’t know.” Cassandra replies as if she's bored.

“I swear on Mother Miranda I will throw you outside.” Bela threatens.

“Oh please, as if you could catch me. We all know I’m the fastest.”

“In bed.” Daniela coughs. 

“Shut up Daniela.” Cassandra growls. 

Daniela gasps and looks between them, you lower your head and attempt to finish your dinner. The bickering eventually becomes background noise as you tune it out, stifling a laugh every once in a while when Daniela mocks one of her sisters. Eventually Cassandra throws her hands up and leaves, Bela scoffs and disappears too leaving you alone with Daniela who snaps her fingers for the maids to take her food. 

“Thank you for bringing me lunch Daniela.” You say to her.

Daniela looks up at you, she stands up and walks over to you, briefly her eyes flash down before meeting your eyes again. 

“Pleasure is all mine.” She responds before kissing both of your cheeks and leaving too.

 You swallow and return to the kitchen to get the second cart with Lady Dimitrescu’s food, rolling it through the main hall, carrying it down the stairs, and lastly to her chambers. You knock on her door and she orders you to come in, you roll the cart inside leaving it there as she dismisses you with a wave of her hand. After checking in with the kitchen and yard staff you return to your chambers, occasionally hearing the faint voice of Bela or Cassandra still yelling at each other. Inside your room you found your uninvited guest quickly, they weren’t even trying to hide. What caught you off guard was finding two more uninvited guests as you partake in your nighttime ritual.

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Cassandra: How do I make a date romantic?

Daniela: Try being mysterious.

Later

Reader: So where are we going?

Cassandra: None of your fucking business.

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Blood Pact {Casandra Dimitrescu}: Drink Your Fill

Pairing: Casandra Dimitrescu x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Vampire smut. Blood, teeth, bondage, sharp sickle, penetration with sickle handle.

Blood Pact Master List

Today was like any normal day.

You had been out and milling about in the garden, making sure all of the shrubs and hedges were properly pruned, the plants had water, and completing your duties of filling the rest of the castle with fresh flowers. Your little break with Daniela had you stall your work, forcing you to put off half of it by a day. You huffed and made your way through the castle carrying the same large boxes of flowers around, refreshing each designated container, until you found yourself in Lady Dimitrescu's large walk-in closet. You glanced at all of the pretty clothes that were placed in the open curtain, seeing the gold gilded walls, and a large white chaise lounge in the middle of the room. You made your way over to the side table and placed the box on the floor next to it, picking out the best flowers to match with the ambiance of the room. That’s when you heard the sound of a door opening from your left. You looked up from the flowers to notice who was making their way into the room.

It was Casandra Dimitrecu.

“Well, well, well, I finally caught you.” She said

“Caught me?” You asked, “Is there something you’ve been needing from me, my lady?”

She made her way closer to you, placing her hand on your chin, gently raising it to gaze into your eyes.

“Nothing more than what the others have required from you.”

You smiled at her, standing up to meet her gaze.

“Well, why don’t you drink your fill then?”

She was happy to hear it roll off your tongue so easily. That’s when you felt the sharp blade of her sickle hook around your neck, dangerously close enough to slicing your throat open. Casandra moved closer to you, whispering in your ear.

“Don’t worry, I plan to, but you know exactly how I like it.”

“With a hint of fear?” You asked

She chuckled at you.

“Let me string you up and just watch. Taken alive, dead, it doesn’t matter to me. But which would you prefer?”

“Alive, preferably.”

She pulled you around by the sickle, knowing you would follow her to prevent an inevitable death. She moved you over to the white chaise lounge, forcing you to sit down before ripping the ties away from the curtains, and tying them around your wrists, attaching them to the chaise. You looked up at her as your eyes grew wide in fear.

“Good. The more scared you are, the thicker the blood!”

She dragged the sickle along your body, catching at the fabric.

“Casandra -“ You hissed

She ripped the first few buttons, exposing you ever so slightly to her. She could see the remains of the bite marks on you from when Daniela had fed on you.

“Tsk, tsk - this won’t do at all.”

She ripped through the rest of the buttons, quickly and skillfully, making sure not to slice your skin. She moved your shirt away leaving you even more exposed. She trailed the sickle down to your waistband, slowly pulling up on your belt. She smiled at the gaze you held with her, never leaving your eyes.

“That’s how I want you. Just like that.”

She moved the sickle away from your belt, kneeling down beside you. Her icy cold lips found their place on yours as her gloved hand glided along your body, feeling up every curve and sensitive area before it finally snaked down your pants, making its way down to your clit and slowly began to make circles around it. You let out a soft moan into her mouth, attempting to move your restrained arms, but you were unable to break free.

Cassandra loved having you like this, completely at her mercy. It made it all the more fun for her.

She removed her hand from you, gaining a slight groan of disapproval. She unclasped your belt, sliding your pants off. She watched as you tried to hide yourself from her gaze, but she held it on yours, with a much more sinister and hungry one.

“Open your legs for me.” She said

You hesitated but the look on her face made you realize how serious she was, so you finally did as you were told. Her expression changed to a softer one and she smiled at you.

“Perfect, Sweetness.”

She flipped the slick around in her hand, bringing the dull bottom of it to your entrance. You swallowed, knowing what exactly she had planned, what was to come next. She slowly slid the handle of it inside of you and you hissed at the pain of it stretching you out, but Casandra’s voice soothed you back, allowing you a moment to adjust before she began to thrust the handle in and out of you, coercing bitter sweet moans out of you.

“You like that?” Casandra asked, “How about harder?”

She thrust the hand in harder now, angling it up just right to force you to jolt at the sudden pressure, hissing out a cry of pain.

“Ah! Cassandra - Fuck!”

She laughed at your misery, continuing her pleasure filled torture on you, preparing you so she could sink her teeth in and drink her fill. You looked so good like this before her, your voice sounding like music to her ears. She continued to thrust the handle deeper and harder into you, watching as you began to coat the handle.

“I can’t hold back any longer.” You whimpered

That got her attention. Cassandra leaned into you, placing her lips on your chest, finding their place over your nipples. She caressed you with one hand while torturing you with the other, all while her tongue was doing it devilish dance on you. It didn’t take you long before you felt the pleasure rise, your voice cracking along with your resolve. .

You were perfect.

Casandra sunk her teeth into your chest, gaining a whimper of pain from you as she continued to over stimulate you with the handle. She moaned into the bite, drinking in your pain through your blood as it began to warm her body, bringing her pleasure. She drank in as much as she wanted from you, taking it all. You were delicious on her tongue, in her body. She couldn’t get enough of you.

But soon she had to release you, she didn’t want to kill you, not yet at least. She removed her teeth from you, hearing a whimper of relief leave your lips as she ceased her torture on your body. She brought her hand up to your face, kissing your lips with her bloodied painted ones.

“So good for me.”