#or so Alcina keeps saying to herself

[caitlynmeow]

Alcina @ younger Cassandra: this attitude better be preparing her to lead the family business and not lead a jail gang

[wallflowerimagines]

Howdy dowdy, Partner. It's me, ya boi, Skinny Penis.

How would the Lords react to a selectively mute S/O? Especially their reaction to them talking to them for the first time.

I have this mental image of Heisenberg's S/O saying something really casually (while they're relaxing or something), and he just whips around to look at them and he just shouts "hoLY FUCK!"

Saw the first line of this ask and then it was followed by a cute prompt????---

Warnings: swearing, my typical brand of silly

Alcina Dimitrescu

She's so used to your quiet demeanor it's to the point where she COMPLETELY forgot that your silence is a choice.

Alcina quite honestly never expected you to speak to her, and she was mentally planning for the rest of your relationship to be this way -- all of the servants are learning to sign, just in case, and she has pens and paper in every room if you prefer to write as your form of communication.

When you do finally speak up, she's frozen. What.

Oh. You can. You...can speak?

It's one of the times you've ever seen Alcina baffled, because honestly? She has no idea what to do.

However, you can bet she IMMEDIATELY analyses the situation in order to make sure she can get you to keep talking to her. Whatever made this happen needs to be repeated as much as possible -- Now that she knows you can be made comfortable enough to speak, she needs to hear you speak again.

(It might not have been your intention, but you hit her right in the superiority complex. Her partner spoke to HER. JUST her. Exclusively. Alcina is going to be riding this high for decades)

The Lady Dimitrescu is a big believer in positive reinforcement with her loved ones, so you better believe that every time you speak she is extra affectionate, because she does like to hear your voice!💞

Essentially, you have prompted constant affection DO NOT RESIST---

Donna Beneviento

I mentioned this in my other Donna x Mute reader post, but Donna is able to relate to a mute s/o a lot.

She's pretty nonverbal herself, so often you two have moments of quiet peace, where the two of you are doing your own thing together in the same room, taking breaks only to hold hands, cuddle, and kiss each other sweetly.

Truly dreamy💕💕💕

The first time you speak to her though, she's sewing a new outfit for one of her dolls, while you're reading in the setee beside her.

You peak over her shoulder, clear your throat and say: "You're really talented, Donna".

She drops a stitch.

Her face is burning underneath her veil. The first thing you say to her is a complement??? About a skill she is actually proud of??? That's already enough to get her heart stuttering, but you said her name.

It feels like such a small thing, but it sends Donna into a tizzy. Your lips formed the syllables of her name, and she can't get over it. You said a compliment and her name in the same sentence.

She's swooning. Smitten. Overcome.

Expect some flustered giggling and a compliment in return.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore has no chill whatsoever.

He literally drops everything and scuttles across the room to stand in front of you, flitting his hands around you in excitement, not quite touching you but close.

He's! So! Excited!

He didn't process what you even said-- you SPOKE TO HIM!!!! Fireworks are going off in his brain, Kool and the Gang are celebrating the good times, life is beautiful and love is in the air....

Moreau is delighted by this development. You feel safe enough around him a monster to vocalize your thoughts. You trust him. He already knew you did, but this is confirmation he didn't even know he wanted. Moreau almost starts crying he's so relieved.

Meanwhile you're repeatedly trying to warn him about the disaster occurring on the stove.

"... Salvatore, honey, the pancakes are burning."

Honey???? HONEY??? Are you TRYING to kill him????

Salvatore staggers on his feet, unintentionally the most dramatic you've ever seen him.

Sighing, you hide a smile behind your palm and give him a little smooch on the cheek before you go rescue your breakfast.

Moreau flatlines. Better give him some mouth to mouth 💗.

Karl Heisenberg

Absolutely shocked the first time you speak.

He's working on a soldat, fully used to the silence as he solders body parts together to make a deadly monster worthy of murdering Mother Miranda.

"You missed a spot--"

jESUS FUCK

Very softly, you speak up again. "At the shoulder. It's not... It's not fully connected."

Heisenberg whips around to just...stare??? At you for a bit?? His face is totally expressionless, but make no mistake his brain is reeling.

What is he supposed to do here? You feel comfortable enough to talk with him--this is a big deal, right? Is he supposed to comfort you? Praise you?

Still, it's not in Heisenberg's nature to make a big deal of things, and he doesn't want to spook you.

Eventually he nods, grunts in acknowledgement, and gets back to work.

Still, your words ring in his ears. Your voice fits you so well? He never really thought about what you sounded like before, but honestly now it's all he can think about.

Much later, when you almost forget about the whole thing, he'll offhandedly say he's proud of you for finally speaking up for yourself.

It's kinda condescending? But you know Heisenberg pretty well, and the fact he refuses to meet your eyes let's you know he's just being his normal, socially stunted self.

Thank him for the "compliment" and you'll get a pleased grin back, as well as a teasing hair ruffle. He's...happy you're comfortable with him.

It just makes your relationship feel even more right. ❤️

[rippersz]

𝙰𝚕𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞 + 𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙰𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜) (SLIGHTLY NSFW):

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I love them :3 Yes I doooooo - Rip x

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[willalove75]

*Bela, Daniela and Cassandra walk into the dining room in their new dresses, just getting back from a shopping trip in the village*

Alcina: oh girls, you all look beautiful.

*y/n walks in after them, wearing the same outfit they left in, but sporting a new push-up bra that makes their boobs look amazing*

Alcina: *almost chokes on her wine and barely manages to compose herself*

Cassandra: *to Daniela* You owe me 100 lei

Alcina: D-draga, you look, uh- wonderful.

Y/N: AW thanks babe! *kisses her on the cheek*

*throughout dinner Alcina can hardly focus on her meal or the conversation, she’s staring at y/n’s boobs the entire time*

Cassandra: hey mom, can I have 200 lei?

Alcina: *still distracted* huh? Yeah sure bug, my purse is over there *gestures vaguely* *keeps staring*

Daniela: mom, can I have 600 lei?

Alcina: mhm, *eyes don’t leave y/n’s chest* my purse *gestures again*

Bela: mom, can I have 1,000 lei?

Alcina: I already said- *a look of realization crosses her face* 1,000 lei?! What?! Absolutely not.

Bela: oh come on! You already gave Cass and Dani hundreds!

Alcina: WHAT

*Daniela and Cassandra cackle and fly out of the dining room*

Y/N: you two owe me 400 lei!!

Alcina: for what?!

Y/N: they made a bet that you’d be so distracted that they could ask you for any amount of money and you’d say yes. So I get half of what they got.

*Alcina rolls her eyes and facepalms*

Y/N: anyway, I was thinking that after dinner we could go to the library and-

Alcina: nope. *stands up and throws y/n over her shoulder and heads directly to the bedroom*

[blood-red-ocean]

It's been a while since I did an unhinged headcanon so here's what I imagine would be in each RL character's bag/backpack/pockets ✨

Miranda

- Poison. Either concealed in one of those old timey capsule rings or in a little bottle à la Emperor's New Groove.

- Paperwork. More specifically, expulsion paperwork already filled out except for the name section which she would fill out any time she was displeased.

- Some crow feathers. Whether it's from Cornelius getting nosey or Miranda being sentimental, nobody knows.

- Pictures of Eva and of MC.

- I feel like she'd also be the type to have a fountain pen in her handbag too.

Alcina

- One of those poseable wood doohickeys. You know the ones.

- Her signature perfume. And maybe a rose. And a tube of lipstick.

- A brochure of local wine tastings, and also a bunch of brochures from her theatres.

- She would probably have a Polaroid nude of MC stretched out on a chaise lounge tbh.

- Something to represent each of her daughters. A little trinket, perhaps.

Donna

- A book on herbology which is tattered and yellowed, the spine barely keeping the pages together.

- Her notebook with her order ledger and her own sketches and scribbles.

- A travel mug of herbal tea that she brewed herself.

- A little bag of dried flower petals and herbs.

- Her gardening gloves.

- I also believe that Angie would've gotten her a very small plushie of a plant that she takes everywhere with her.

Angie

- At LEAST twenty seven of those little travel sized alcohol bottles. Every time she takes a step, there's a clinking sound.

- Painkillers.

- A small, much less tattered copy of the herbology book that Donna has, but every page has a dried flower within it.

- In a secret pocket, there is a very small folded up picture of her mother.

Bela

- She doesn't carry a bag with her, it's not practical.

- Though if she did, she would probably just fill it full of office supplies.

- Maybe little things that made her remember her heart was beneath layers upon layers of numbness. The skull of a mouse, a four leaf clover, a small plushie.

Cassandra

- Its ✨the backpack✨ that she takes to dates' houses/dorms.

- Also like a billion of those little coffee machine capsules.

- An old takeaway cup.

- A stack of pieces of paper with phone numbers on them, just in case.

- A wrench, just in case.

Daniela

- TECH DECKS. SO MANY TECH DECKS.

- And like fifteen sticky hand things that she can use to hold MC's hand from a distance.

- Also a rag for when she gets sweaty.

- A skating magazine and a book on constellations.

- Also a book about theatre and some brochures for when she tries to connect with Alcina.

Mia

- Knives.

- So many knives.

- Empty her backpack out? Knives.

- Turn her upside down and shake her by the ankles? Knives.

- Look under her tongue and tell her to say 'ah'? Probably a tiny knife in there too.

[muffinsin]

I have a request, with absolutely no rush! Say the sisters get ahold of Donna's pollen and use it on the staff. Most staff have their fear amplified which is fun, except one. How do you think the Dimitrescu Sisters would each react to using it on a maid that ends up admitting she likes them?

Now, this one’s very interesting!👀 Let’s get right to it!

Masterlists

Bela

She has a relationship based on mutual respect with most of the staff members

She is not overly hostile towards them. In return, the same goes for the staff’s behaviour towards her

Tasks are completed more or less eagerly, and throughout, away from the constant fear of dying at every little opportunity

There is no complaint when working for her, and in return, she leaves those doing good work be

Those who do not respect her, learn to fear her

Either way any emotion, really, is rare to come by between the staff members and the Dimitrescu heiress

Normally, this doesn’t require any proof

However, Bela is rather fond of control. And proof. She wants to know all that is going on. All feelings, and all possible conspiracies

As such, she has talked to Donna regarding just a small yearly sample of a pollen stemming from a particularly powerful flower

With her wish granted, this pollen is used, a little bit each month, to check in whether the staff is up to something

Feelings and thoughts are revealed

Often, fear comes to the surface and Bela must deal with hysterical, crying, screaming and begging staff members

She never assures them she won’t harm them, but never lays a finger on them, either. Not without reason. She knows, maids will become somewhat scarce to come by if they keep dying within months of working at the castle. Something she scolds her younger sisters for in particular

Yes, indeed, fear is something she is well versed in

Sometimes, at rare times, instead of fear, respect is displayed

Those are quick to earn Bela’s favour and are granted somewhat immunity from her sisters. Alas, respect and trust is impossibly faked with the pollen clouding a person’s mind

When you are summoned, she is visibly curious. There is no point hiding her curiosity, after all

She doesn’t know a lot about you

You’re tense, knowing what is about to happen. That true feelings and thoughts are about to be spilled

She wonders, will the pollen betray you and portrait hidden hatred?

Bela smirks as the pollen is blown in your face, your eyes immediately a little brighter, your posture slacking, your fingers twitching with the need for more

Her smirk falters however, when one appears on your face

“Lady Bela…”, you slur out, and she raises an eyebrow as you step towards her

Do you really believe you could take her on in a fight? Pathetic!

She crosses her arms when you move forwards, her eyebrow raised challengingly

However, you don’t assault her

Instead, Bela finds herself blushing a deep crimson all the way to the tips of her ears when you cup her cheek and set your other hand to her waist

She understands in an instant. You mean no attack. No violent one, anyway

Her flies buzz anxiously as you lean in, your eyes heavy and gaze piercing, your lips pursed slightly

Just like that, she feels your warm breath against her plump lips

“You’re so beautiful…”, you whisper

She feels a shiver run up her spine

In an instant, a hundred thoughts run through her head

Why do you like her? It certainly isn’t the first time she has caught someone’s eye, yet for someone to be this bold, even under the pollen’s influences?

What about her mother? Alcina would hardly approve of such a thing. Bela knows not to get entangled with the staff. With mortals

She knows and remembers Mother’s chiding words, spoken to her after her first heartbreak

Is she no better than her sisters? Getting fancy with the staff?

Oh, but when your lips surprise her by boldly pushing against hers, all these thoughts suddenly seem to fall away

Nothing but a gasp and a small whimper is pulled from her when you pull back again after a few seconds, the need to inhale air so soon again far too great for a little mortal

She gasps in surprise when she feels her hip being squeezed, as though affectionately

“I-I’ve alwaay’s wanted to do th’at”, you slur out, a lazy smile on your lips

Curse the wicked blush your words inflict on her

Cassandra

She has many titles given to her by the staff. Monster. Beauty. A bad omen. An omen of death. The devil. The torturer

She loves it

After all, what better feeling is there, than to be feared?

Oh, and she wants just that

Cassandra doesn’t care for admiration. For glory. For love among the maids

She doesn’t seek such things from lowlifes, as she often likes to refer to the staff members as

No, she wants to be feared

She crackles with delight at the raw fear she tastes in their blood, the fast beating hearts and hushes of conversations coming to an end when she nears them

Yes, she is respected. Because she is feared

And she is quick to demonstrate why she should be feared. Ah, she is eager for it, almost

Cassandra is very aware of how a staff member sees her

Most are doing a horrible job hiding it, anyway

However, there’s you, too. You, who never quite lets on what you feel towards her

Respect? Certainly. You’ve not once sneered at her. Doing as much would prove to be a death sentence anyway

Yet, you haven’t once done anything at all regarding her. No smile. No sneer. No nothing

She notices your glances her way, and yet, you never quite look away as fast as others when she turns to you

One second. Almost precisely so, until you turn away

Just enough to confirm: you have been looking at her

Your feelings are a mystery to her, and it draws her in

She yearns to understand you. To find out what feelings you harbour for her

As such, she visits Donna regarding some of her flowers. Specifically, their pollen

She wants to find out your true thoughts and emotions, in any way possible

As such, it takes only a little bit of bargaining and persuasion to get what she’s looked for; pollen, just a handful, enough to reveal what you feel

She smirks when she corners you the next day already, her gloved first clenched with the pollen hidden inside

You haven’t even got time to ask what is going on before powdery yellow pollen is blown in your face, obscuring your vision for a mere moment before it returns back to normal

Cassandra waits in anticipation. Her eyes glisten, her fingers twitch and clench around the handle of her sickle every other second

She’s visibly excited

Will you cower before her? Fight her? Admire her?

Your eyes, however, hold determination. What for, she wonders?

You don’t reek of fear like the others, she notices

Instead, Cassandra gasps when you boldly reach out and grasp the sickle, tugging hard enough to pull her close even when the blade pierces your skin

The scent lingering in the air has her groan, her dark pupils widening slightly, so only a thin line of gold is visible in her eyes

You bite your lip at the sight

As you cautiously raise your hand to put it on her waist, she watches with rapt attention

This is- curious

You seem to be studying her, as much as she studies you

Then, she gasps in surprise when her shoulder is kissed, gently even

“I have been yearning for you, Cassandra”, you admit at last

She shivers at the words, her flies buzzing beyond her control

The lack of her proper title riles her up, yet she can’t bring herself to strike you down

She is still left confused, despite your confession

While indulging in a few maids here and there, all know that fancying this sister leads to pain, ultimately

Judged by the cut on your hand, you don’t seem to mind, though

She shivers when the hand is raised to her cheek, her nose brushing up against your palm when she turns her head enough to lick the smeared, red blood

Her head is turned to you, and she smirks as you lean up, standing on your tiptoes, just enough to brush your lips against her chin

Poor thing… if only she leant down

She allows herself to stare a little longer, her hip tugged to no avail, as you practically beg her to lean down

At last, she humors you

As your lips push against hers, she can’t help but moan. Her chest aches, her cheeks heat up

Somehow, knowing it’s genuine is nearly overwhelming her

You like her. You do. The pollen assures her of this

The thought makes her head spin

Daniela

The staff’s opinions on her are incredibly different

Some lust after her. They notice the beauty the youngest Dimitrescu possesses and can’t help but yearn for a taste

Sometimes, she indulges them

Often, she is seen flirting, laughing, smiling beautifully

Many have fallen victim to her charms already, and many more are to come

Others see through this

They call her a black widow, a siren, the reason so many are lured in and killed. No one ever makes it out unharmed

Yes, some hate this sister

Of course, it would be foolish to show it openly

And still, Daniela notices the hateful glances and hushed whispers thrown her way, only to silent down and disappear when she’d do as much as turn her head

She couldn’t ever kill all who felt this way, it seems

And lastly, there are those deadly afraid of her

Terrified to the point of hyperventilating when she’d get near

She is a Dimitrescu, and that means death to most of the staff members

Respect is not in the picture. Not truly, and Daniela knows this

She yearns to get the same kind of respect her sisters do, yet it never seems to work

Is she polite and nice like Bela, they merely fall in love or prove their leash needs tightening. They misbehave and fail to see her as a leader. As their boss

Is she brutal and ruthless like Cassandra, they all cower in fear

Yet, there still is no one showing proper respect

But- there must be, no?

She decides, she wants to find out, and a small trip to Donna has her find exactly what she needs: pollen, from a flower capable of spilling the true feelings and intentions of whoever is targeted by the sickly, light green pollen

Eagerly so, she buys half a bag full of the special pollen, enough to interrogate all the staff members

After the first three subjects, Daniela questions why she even wanted this in the first place

All she has received so far was taunting words, hateful speeches, confessions of lust, eager hands attempting to touch what they should not, tears and begging, shaking and screaming for help

She has been called a monster, a siren, a beauty, a beast, a monstrosity, a mistake

Not a single one stood out. She truly is considering killing them all. Mother could replace them for her, after all

Then, there’s you, however

Unlike the others, you don’t immediately jump into action when affected by the pollen

You stand still, a light smile on your face, your eyes meeting hers

It’s rare for her to have someone look into her eyes. Even less so with such adoration

Slowly, you begin to move towards her

She resists the urge to move back again, her eyes narrowing and focused on your hands

If your intention is to touch what is not yours to touch, you’re not the only one. Those before you have attempted it and lost their limbs

However, you aren’t acting the same way as them

Instead of her hips and chest, your hands raise to her cheeks

She freezes for a moment, your hands wonderfully warm against her even warmer, light pink cheeks

With a sharp intake of her breath, she at last notices the emotion in your eyes, unclouded due to the pollen

It is not hatred, or ignorance. Not fear, or unhappiness. It’s not raw lust and perversion. It’s love. Admiration. Respect

She nearly loses herself in your eyes

If you love her, you must be her soulmate, no?

She’s the one to lean in and allow a kiss, and you are the one to reciprocate

She feels your love, in the gentleness you hold her cheeks with, in the soft gaze set on her, in the dreamy sigh when she pulls away for a moment and feels your breath on her painted lips

She holds your hand, and the sensation makes her feel lightheaded. She loves it

Daniela’s flies buzz excitedly when her hand is squeezed, the loving smile on your lips only for her to enjoy

“You love me!”, she decides for you

She’s happy, thrilled even

A lover, just for her! A genuine one!

Still, she doesn’t want your first day together to be under the pollen’s influence

She wants to hear you admit your feelings towards her, not be forced to do so

As such, she presses a gentle kiss to your lips again, and with her flies buzzing excitedly, she swarms off and away

She has a date to plan!

[heisenberg-simp257]

Hello! Could you please write headcanons about Four Lords learning that reader has feelings for them? What would they do, how would they feel, etc.

Thank you from now! ☺️

Sure thing! Enjoy!💖

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The Four Lords Learning that the Reader Has Feelings For Them

Alcina Dimitrescu

-She would learn about your feelings through her daughters, who snooped through your diary. Of course, she would scold them and lecture them on privacy because that's the mature thing to do. Afterwards, she would have time to ponder on this information.

-Alcina would feel a sense of pride that she has such an effect on you. But at the same time, she would feel uncertainty. She's been alone and not in a relationship for so long. Should see act on this? Keep it a secret? If anything, she needs a long time to think.

-While she's holding this information to herself, her attitude doesn't really change around you. However, if anything, she is just a bit softer. All of your little actions make sense now, so she can't be annoyed if you avoid eye contact or anything like that.

-She would poke and proud a bit at your personal life in order to try and get you to spill. Alcina is crafty at little games like that, and you normally fall for them. However, this time it's a bit tricky as you seem exceptionally good at avoiding the truth she desperately wants to hear.

-In the end, she eventually tells you the truth. Not only does she want to hear it from you, but you deserve to know that you have been snooped upon and the events that happened afterwards. From here, you can either deny her claim or speak the truth. It all depends on if you think she will return the feelings.

Donna Beneviento (and Angie)

-She would learn through Angie, who happened to eavesdrop on you talking to yourself about your feelings for Donna. The little doll has no sense of morals, so she didn't care about spilling your secret. Donna, on the other hand, wished that it was kept a secret to stop the awkwardness from building up in her chest.

-Donna would feel panic because no one in her lifetime has ever felt this way for her. It's not that she thinks she's unworthy of it (even though it's crossed her mind with her scars), but rather that it was unexpected, and now she has to examine herself to see how she feels about you.

-She is the absolute best at keeping secrets, but she hates it when secrets involve her. Donna is usually quiet, but now she is more quiet than normal. She starts to hide around because it's hard to face you while she's dealing with her own emotions. She also tries to distract herself with things, but it doesn't really work.

-You're the one that starts to get concerned, not even realizing or thinking about what Donna knows. You try to get her talk, to see what's wrong. She knows you only care about her and just want to help, but it's so hard for her to deal with feelings that she's never had to deal with before. She just needs a lot of time.

-Eventually, Angie's had enough and screams out the information because she can't take all the secrecy and so forth. Donna gets all embarrassed as do you, so the silence is loud. It stays that way for a while until one of you is brave enough to speak up, which can maybe lead to the start of something interesting.

Salvatore Moreau

-He would learn by accidentally hearing you say it to a fellow lord. Honestly, you didn't think his hearing was that good or you never would've have spoken to Donna after Mother Miranda left. Moreau feels intense guilt from this, knowing he should never have found out this information this way, but he couldn't help his curiosity when he heard his name brought up.

-Moreau would feel ecstatic and a huge bundle of excitement. Someone actually likes him! Thinks he's worth something important to them! He's a hopeless romantic, so he doesn't have to think very long about his feelings for you. Moreau knows how he feels, but he doesn't want to scare you away, so he stays quiet.

-He's the worst at keeping secrets, especially when they involve him or you. The man just wants to tell you what he knows, how he feels and how he knows what you feel. But at the same time, maybe you're holding back for a reason. And Moreau doesn't want to pressure you into an uncomfortable situation, even though his heart is telling him otherwise.

-Huge hints start being pulled by him about how he feels about you in hopes that you will get the courage to tell him about your own emotions. His actions, wording, and other small romantic gestures start being displayed to you. If you don't notice, then you're blind. However, your red face would say otherwise.

-Eventually, he just tells you how he feels, pretending to have never heard you speak to Donna. Apparently, that would be a good confidence booster for you because you now hold the power to accept or reject his feelings. But you know how you feel, and now how he feels. You have nothing to deny.

Karl Heisenberg

-He would find out through sheer intuition. Heisenberg would notice your actions, your reactions to things, and put it all together. Can he be certain that you have feelings? No. But then he decides to pull a card and snoop a little just to confirm his own puzzle. Of course, some wording from you in a secret little journal was right, you did have feelings for him. His intuition was right.

-Heisenberg would feel, well, in denial. There was no way that you could actually feel something for him. He was too much of a monster. But at the same time, he hoped that his stubbornness to deny this would be proven false. If anything, he feels extremely vulnerable because someone has opened their heart to him. Now it's up to him to decide if he will open his heart back, which absolutely terrified him.

-Lucky for him, he's great at acting like he knows nothing. Heisenberg can go about his daily life without acting differently because of the feelings you have for him. He has to admit though, he catches himself getting flustered more often, which he hates and loves at the same time. It just goes to show how vulnerable and soft you've made him feel.

-Soon, he tries to take advantage of the situation. If you really have feelings for him, you will show it like you have been. So, he starts to tease you, get closer to you, and so forth. He knows he's just making himself more vulnerable, feeling more things towards you, but he's actually starting to like it. He likes the warm fuzzy feelings that are starting to appear in his cold-hearted chest. Soon, he won't be able to contain it.

-Eventually, his change of behavior brings your curiosity. However, it's still a race to see who will say something first, you or him. Heisenberg actually has less patience than you, so he brings this whole situation to light, giving you a whole speech how he doesn't care how you feel, but he needs to say how you feel. In reality, he was readying himself for the rejection his mind thought he would have to receive. He was glad his heart told him otherwise.

[tu-sugar-mami]

See? Not that complicated

Around 900 words

Summary: Alcina thinks you might be staring too much.

-a spec of fluff at the end and implied smooches

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Contrary to what most people would think, it wasn't uncommon for Alcina to catch the maids staring at her one way or another.

Certainly one would think that with how easily fright took over the poor souls condemned to serve in the castle, they would be more careful with their gaze.

With time, such behavior was noticed but barely acknowledged by the Lady of house Dimitrescu, or at least that's what she liked to tell herself. 

It had been a few months at least since Alcina noticed that one specific maid who seemed even more reckless than the last curious ones, and slowly but surely started to get on the Lady's nerves. 

At dinner, said maid would be planted on the sides of the table with the rest, patiently awaiting the order to refill the glasses for the family, but the Lady knew her curious eyes drifted towards her whenever she thought Alcina wasn't looking. In the halls, when Alcina had the disgrace of being stuck with this maid, the woman was attentive to her in every detail. Whenever Alcina climbed up the stairs and the maid happened to be there, she could sense eyes following until she was out of sight.

At first it was… how to say? Not flattering of course, since Alcina was already used to it, but it certainly was a surprise how often the maid would look at her, not even bothering to hide her staring. And now, well… if the woman was stupid or she was simply not afraid, Alcina couldn't tell. 

It was…strange.

That is until, on a rainy day that forced Alcina's daughters to stay indoors and spend time with their mother, the Lady realized that the maid's gaze wasn't in any place other than her lips. Especially with every laugh and smile the joy of bonding with her daughters provoked her that seemed to make the staring more intense.

Although, at the time it was a mere theory. 

A theory that Alcina, in all the brilliance of her mystery solving gene, set herself to prove.

She started by officially naming you her handmaiden. That would ensure to keep you close in order to study you and, if she was proven right, try to discover why you were so invested in her lips. 

After a while though, she started to look for other things that weren't in her original plan at all, such as how often you'd stare, what expressions would take over your face, and other things that gave Alcina an idea of why you so adamantly kept your gaze glued to her mouth. Of course, there was always the option of asking you directly, but immortality is boring after a few decades, so where was the fun in that?

After a few months of spending time with you, she realized that she may have been enjoying your company a little too much. It was fun to try and solve the mystery, but it was also nice to have you distract her from the things that stressed her (AKA her idiotic brother's antics and the more and more impossible tasks Miranda asked of her) on a daily basis.

And then, almost as if it was divine intervention, the waters in Alcina's mind parted and led a path to illumination.

What if you were just daydreaming of… a kiss? 

It wouldn't be strange, no. Plenty of maids had done so before, yearning for a kiss of the Mistress, but never asking for it so silently and much less than your signature intensive gaze.

Perhaps, Alcina thought, she should try that. After all, her kisses were like glasses of water, she wouldn't deny them to no one. Although, the only 'no one' she would allow near her was you… still, she was feeling generous, and so she went on her way to fetch you from the gardens.

To prove her new theory, of course.

But then, after you had been lured onto her bed for an impromptu make out session and you dumbly called her a cuddle bug while laying snuggly next to her with your leg thrown over her side, Alcina was proven wrong.

If her heart could still beat, right there and then it would be hammering against her chest at the sight of your content droopy eyes and the loving smile that rested relaxed on your face.

It was then that Alcina realized, as your hands cupped her face and your thumbs started gently tracing her lips, that you Kept. Staring. 

Was it not a kiss that you wanted then? 

Had she read it all wrong? But she was so sure! 

What else could it possibly be the reason for your incessant and annoying stari–

"You don't have fangs…" 

In a single moment, all of Alcina's thoughts came to a quite harsh halt.

What?

Your drowsy eyes started closing, and between yawning and burying your face in her neck Alcina could only make out a muffled explanation.

"You're a vampire, I think. I was wondering for a long time if you had them, but you're tall and I'm a bit blind so it's hard to see…"

 

Alcina struggled to keep down the exasperated laugh that inevitably came from her at the answer to the so called mystery, and as she held you closer to her, a vague memory of you wearing glasses for a while when you first arrived at the castle drifted through her mind before she too surrendered to the grasp of sleep.

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You can buy me a coffee here if you'd like ;)

[shslbunnylover]

★★★𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 30: 𝙒𝙚𝙚𝙙)★★★

Character: Alcina Dimitrescu

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Weed, Oral sex, clitoral stimulation, boss/employee dynamics (Top Alcina/Bottom reader)

Genre: Smut

A/n: I've never smoked so forgive me for any mishaps! (Also this gif is so hot- Throw me mommy-)

Word count: 2.0k

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Her voice was seductive, alluring, and just beautiful as it hummed along to a jazz song that was playing on the radio on her desk.

The way her lips wrapped around her joint made you wish that her lips were pressed against yours.

Just a simple gaze at the woman made all of your worries disappear, every single trouble you had endured throughout the week seemingly fading away.

You couldn't help the way your eyes were drawn to her and her beauty, it was just too fascinating to look away.

You felt horrible for falling for her, but she was too beautiful and alluring not to do so.

"You're staring," Alcina stated, her golden eyes not even thinking to meet your gaze as she looked at herself in the mirror, watching the smoke from her joint leave her lips with focus.

Your eyes quickly widened, a sweat droplet forming on your forehead as you looked down to avoid her.

"I'm... I'm very sorry my lady, I didn't mean to do that," You apologized, trying to avoid any possible punishment she may give you, despite you being one of her favorites.

The golden-eyed woman simply hummed in reply, sighing in contentment as she felt the weed finally taking its effect on her body, leaving her limbs buzzing like they usually did whenever she smoked.

"What did you need, Y/n?" She finally asked, breaking the silence while the smoke around her made her look all that more enchanting.

"I saw smoke and I admit I was frightened, I wasn't aware you were smoking," You replied, your voice trembling, the sounds of the glasses on your tray clinking slightly from how anxious you had been.

Alcina raised an eyebrow, looking over at you as she licked her lips as her lipstick had transferred over onto the roll of paper in a pink-tinted circle.

"Hm..." She thought for a moment before a slight smirk began to form, making you even more nervous and flustered all at once.

"I'm sorry my lady, I didn't mean to interrupt you, I apologize sincerely," You stuttered, the anxiety from the previous week making you even more of a mess than you were already after entering her room.

You tried to quickly leave, before you saw one of her long claws keeping the door shut, making you freeze up and stumble backward.

"Little mouse, you-" Alcina tried to say, slight worry and amusement swirling around in her tone, the confidence she usually carried increasing to new heights thanks to the drug taking its effect on her.

"I'm sorry, please just, I got scared and I..." You trailed off, your speech stopping as you felt her golden eyes piercing through your body.

"Little mouse, be a good girl and be quiet for a moment, alright?" She asked, the smirk forming on her lips increasing as she looked at your endearing nature.

You took a deep breath, nodding as you took a step closer to the taller woman, looking at her with expectance.

"Good. Now, why are you so nervous? You know I would never hurt you. You're too good to me for me to do such a thing," Alcina questioned you, taking another puff of her joint as she released the smoke off to the side to still see you well.

You paused for a moment, your eyes looking off to the side before you finally spoke up once again.

"It's just been a stressful week. I haven't had a break from family matters and personal chaos," You admitted, sighing slightly as you once again looked down at your feet.

The golden-eyed woman nodded, looking at you with a soft smile mixed perfectly with that seductive smirk she always carried around you to get you flustered.

"I see. What if I gave you a way to relax? You seem like you need it," Alcina suggested, rolling up another joint as she rubbed the paper between her fingers while looking at you.

You nod.

"I'll take anything at this point," You sighed, your eyes widening as the taller woman handed you the fresh joint she had just rolled up.

"Don't worry, I won't fire you~" Alcina teased you with a chuckle, licking her lips once again before placing them back on the paper, taking a huff of the smoke before exhaling it into the air.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" You asked, knowing you weren't too experienced when it came to weed, as you were mainly too focused on your other duties as Alcina's head maid.

"Here, let me teach you," The older woman chuckled, sitting you down for you to straddle her leg, raising an eyebrow when she felt a slightly damp spot on your underwear.

You blushed furiously, trying not to squeeze your legs together out of embarrassment and crush on the aristocrat.

"Okay..." You stuttered, eyes widening even more as you felt the paper being placed inside of your lips.

Alcina carefully lit the joint, helping you puff out the smoke as the buzz from the weed filled your body, your brain going fuzzy as the two of you sat in silence.

The silence was embarrassing to you, and the knowledge that Alcina could most likely feel how wet you were becoming on her leg certainly didn't help.

The room around you both was quiet, only to be interrupted by your breathing and the occasional cough.

That was until the older woman broke the silence.

"You look adorable straddling my lap like this, draga mea~" She smirked, chuckling as she heard you squeak in response to her teasing.

Her voice sent shivers down your back as her hand caressed your cheek, her other hand holding her joint off to the side as she watched you get flustered.

"Thank you... My lady," You replied, pausing your actions as you looked up at the golden-eyed woman with pure adoration.

And there it was.

That silence.

But, it was different.

It felt...tense...

Much more tense than it had been only a couple of moments prior.

"Șoarece mic?" Alcina asked, knocking you out of your staring and thoughts for the umpteenth time that night.

"Yes, my lady?" You replied almost immediately.

"Why are you always staring at me?" She asked, the smirk on her face allowing for you to recognize that she was not mad at you at all.

Had you not been under the influence, you probably would have immediately denied everything. But that wasn't the case.

"Because you're a goddess..." You confessed with a massive blush present on your cheeks, moving slightly forward, whining a bit as your wet core rubbed up against her thigh. "I've loved you since you allowed me into your home,"

Alcina smirked, quickly putting her joint on the ashtray along with yours as she pulled you in for a deep and passionate kiss.

"Mmm...!" You whimpered, your eyes closing while your hands fondled each other's body, tearing off each of your clothes as if your lives depended on it.

It all seemed to be happening so fast as your bodies pressed up against each other, Alcina pushing you down on her large bed as she left bite marks and hickeys across your collarbone, so desperate to fuck you before her confidence weakened.

She looked all the more attractive like this, gripping at you as if she was a lion destroying her prey, and it only made your pussy leak more of its arousal onto the sheets below.

Finally tearing your underwear off you, leaving you as naked putty on her bed, Alcina leaned over the top of you, nibbling on your ear before speaking.

"Say 'opal' if you want me to stop, alright draga mea~?" She teased, her husky breath leaving your skin littered with bumps.

You nod eagerly, your heartbeat thumping at levels you didn't know it could beat at thanks to how fast you both had moved from smoking together to fucking on her bed.

Lowering her head between your legs, Alcina chuckled deviously at the sight of your glistening pussy, wasting no time as she quickly swirled your tongue in and out of your tight center, her thumb rubbing viciously at your clit. She relished in your taste, lapping up all of your cum as her large tongue worked magic on your aching sex.

Your body quivered under her touch, loud moans echoing off the walls of her bedroom and filling the larger woman's ears, your cries of pleasure only encouraging her to keep going.

"Please~!! My lady!" You mewled, your legs shaking even more as her strong hands flipped you over to fuck you in a doggy-style position, still rubbing your clit quickly as her tongue continued to push itself in and out of your glistening folds.

"Mistress," Alcina corrected you, watching as your back arched the closer you got to your climax, now speeding up the pace of her tongue to a speed you couldn't help but come undone.

"Please Mistress~!! I need you~! I- God damn it~!" You begged her, feeling your whole body tighten up and quiver as your orgasm began to wash over you.

As she praised you in Romanian, Alcina continued to rub at your clit, dedicating her tongue to swallowing all of your releases as your back stopped arching, your body collapsing into a blissed-out and wet mess on her bed.

After she finished licking you dry, the golden-eyed woman emerged from your thighs, massaging your legs to help them stop shaking.

"Fuck...You tasted so good Șoarece Mic ~" She smirked, pulling you close to her body as the fatigue caused by the drug began to overtake each of your bodies, leaving you both cuddled up against each other's naked bodies.

"Thank you, mistress," You smiled, kissing her on the lips once again as your fingers intertwined. "I must ask...have you always liked me like this?" You chuckled nervously.

Alcina nodded.

"Why wouldn't I? You're perfect Draga mea~" She smirked, her large hand falling to your ass before pulling you closer against her breasts, leaving you even more of a blushing mess.

[ctitan98official]

Sub!Alcina gets pregnant by Y/N

18+ Minors DNI

CW/TW Reader is gender neutral but has a penis in this one. I don't really care if this pisses you off, TERFs. For some reason this one in particular has triggered y'all XD

Anyway, for the rest of you awesome peeps, this was a request from ao3 and I had to write it T^T Sub!Alcina is my favorite. Y/N is also a hard dom. Let’s get into it!

Alcina in everyday life is a force to be reckoned with. You don’t live up to her standards? Well, everyone’s replaceable, right?

She likes things done a certain way and she always gets what she wants.

But, little do people realize that Alcina has a very different personality in the bedroom. During intimacy with Y/N, she likes to be taken care of for once and told what to do. It’s the only place she feels comfortable expressing herself in this way and she absolutely cherishes it. Y/N has satisfied this deep need for her to be and feel useful. It’s all she’s ever wanted, really.

One day, Alcina feels… Weird. She’s unusually warm. All over. It’s mid-autumn, so the weather is not to blame. But, she’s wired. Like her body is tingling and itching for something.

Later on, Alcina realizes what she’s been craving pretty much all day. She is sat at her vanity when she bites her lip and fantasizes for a moment. She lets out a breathy gasp as she imagines Y/N taking her completely. She hasn’t ever told Y/N… But one of the most deliciously sinful things she has ever wanted them to do is… Breed her. She was always meant to be a mother and the idea of creating a little one with Y/N was an intoxicating thought. She wants Y/N to fill her up with their love. She wants to feel her body swell with life and know that it’s Y/N who put a baby in her. It’s as much a sensual desire as it is an emotional one.

Y/N has been out most of the day, and Alcina feels an unusually strong urge to be with them. It’s like a biological pull that is driving her crazy with lust. She knows that Y/N will make all of her pent up sexual frustration melt away in an instant once they start touching her.

Alcina tightly rubs her thighs together in an effort to quell her arousal, but she lets out a dissatisfied whine. She is truly hot and bothered and there is only one solution. She can’t wait for Y/N to get home.

Alcina plans to surprise Y/N and slips into some skimpy black lace lingerie. She is nothing if not a performer.

Y/N finally enters Alcina’s bedroom and they freeze at what they see.

Alcina is lying on her side in the bed. Her scantily clad outfit barely covers the most intriguing parts of her body. Her soft breasts and voluptuous thighs are on full display. The innocent doe-eyed gaze she’s directing towards Y/N is lighting them up. They know this look. Alcina is feeling very needy and it makes their feral side burn with pleasure.

“Draga… I need you. All of you.” She pants.

Normally, Alcina prefers oral, but she pointedly looks at the slowly growing bulge in Y/N’s pants as she says this. She’s indicating exactly what she needs. Wow, this is turning out to be a pretty great day.

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Y/N wordlessly sheds their clothes and gets onto the bed.

Alcina tries to move over to make room for them, but Y/N roughly pushes her down by the shoulders. “Did I say you could move, you dirty hussy?” They say and begin effortlessly ripping Alcina’s lingerie off to get clear access to her body.

The soft gasp and mewl that Alcina elicits lets Y/N know that she is swimming with desire.

Y/N leans down and presses harsh kisses up and down her neck, every so often nipping at her soft flesh.

Each time Y/N’s lips touch her skin, Alcina feels fireworks shoot off. How are they able to make her feel so alive? She closes her eyes blissfully, but Y/N suddenly slaps her across the face and grabs her by the back of the head to look at them.

“You’re gonna keep your eyes on me the whole time. Understand, toy?” They tell her.

Alcina is in heaven. The sting from Y/N’s hand hitting her face leaves a tingly sensation that makes a burst of pleasure shoot down into her sex. She is so wet… So, so wet. Her arousal began to pool below her and Y/N slowly kisses their way down to her pussy. Her neatly shaved lower lips are puffy with want. Once Y/N pokes and prods at them with their tongue, Alcina shrieks with unexpected pleasure.

Y/N grins deviously. “I’m gonna allow that outburst because I’m the one who caused it. But next time, I won’t be as forgiving, toy.” They tell her and clap their hands onto her luscious hips, gripping them hard.

Alcina eagerly nods her head, wanting to please Y/N.

Y/N resumes their exploration of Alcina’s dripping pussy and latches onto her already hardening clit.

Alcina grips the bedsheets as Y/N teases her bud mercilessly.

Gentle bites on Alcina’s clit and rougher swipes with their tongue, provide Y/N the outcome they’re looking for.

Alcina pants helplessly and can’t help but to grab onto Y/N’s head with her hands.

Y/N plunges their tongue deep in Alcina’s love canal and begins thrusting with the appendage.

Alcina knows she’s close and so does Y/N. They can feel her walls tightening up. They add two fingers and drag them in and out of Alcina’s heated core while they focus their mouth on her clit.

Alcina wails as she hits her first climax and her orgasm makes everything feel warm and hazy.

Y/N laps up her love juices. They take the two fingers that were just inside of Alcina and hold them to her mouth. “Suck.” They command and tightly grab onto her shoulder with their other hand, holding her in place.

Alcina moans and opens her mouth. She greedily sucks Y/N’s fingers and makes sure to look them in the eyes when she does. All she wants is to serve them.

“Yeah, you taste that? Remember that I was the one who caused it. I made that happen.” Y/N tells her in a raspy whisper.

Alcina nods and Y/N finally pops their fingers out of her mouth. “You’re nice and lubed up now, huh? All prepped and waiting for my cock? You’re such a nasty slut.” They tease.

Alcina feels her arousal begin to burn again. This was what she had been waiting for.

Y/N pushes Alcina’s legs open and eyes their prize. Alcina’s glistening sex is just begging for them to fill it up. With no warning, Y/N dips their fingers into Alcina’s core and coats them in her arousal.

Alcina lets out a surprised squeal, but Y/N immediately snaps at her. “You keep that disgusting whore mouth shut until I say so!” They order.

Alcina is coming undone just from Y/N’s words alone.

Y/N takes their now lubed fingers and rubs them all over their hardened shaft. They growl as they smell Alcina on them. They need to just take her right now.

Y/N lines up their cock with Alcina’s entrance and begins pounding away.

Alcina desperately tries to meet Y/N’s rhythm with her hips, but they seem to be too fast even for her.

Y/N grunts and slows down as they remember something. “Shit, I need a condom.” They murmur and try to remove themself from Alcina to go get one.

Alcina quickly wraps her legs around Y/N’s back and holds them there. “Wait! Wait, I… Don’t want you to use one.” She begs.

Y/N’s eyebrows shoot up. “What?” They question.

“Please, please… Fill me with your seed, Y/N. Fill up my womb. Put a baby in me, Y/N… Please…” Alcina whines as she looks into their eyes.

Y/N is speechless. They splutter for a moment in surprise, breaking character. “Um… Really?” They ask.

Alcina nods and keens as she anticipates what’s coming next. “Yes…” She hisses in pleasure. “Make me your bitch, Y/N. Knock me up. I need you to fuck me and get me pregnant. I want to be a mother again, Y/N. Please…” She whispers.

At Alcina’s words, Y/N’s dick begins to throb. This was so hot. “Okay, let’s do it.” They say, a new determination blazing in their eyes.

Alcina smiles breathlessly and lays her head back.

Y/N continues thrusting into Alcina and brings their hands up to rub her nipples with their thumbs. “You’re boobs are going to get so huge. Changing because of something I did. Your body is mine.” They snarl in desire.

“Yes, yes, yes…” Alcina chants softly. This is what she’s been waiting for all day.

“Everyone’s gonna know that I claimed you when you’re carrying my baby. They’re gonna be jealous because you belong to me and me alone.” Y/N grunts out. They feel a wave of hot pleasure building in their lower stomach. They were about to blow the fattest load and it was all going into Alcina.

Alcina was getting so close to orgasming from Y/N’s words and ministrations. She loved when they talked dirty like this.

Y/N thrusts a few more times before they let out a harsh roar as they spill their seed deep into Alcina’s fertile womb.

Alcina feels Y/N’s cock pressed up against her cervix and the force of their orgasm makes her climax soon after.

Y/N feels pure pleasure as their balls empty their virile, hot cum into Alcina’s awaiting pussy. Their seed paints Alcina’s womb white and they wonder if this would be the time that their baby was conceived.

Alcina’s eyes well up with happy tears. She was going to be a Mama again. She is thrilled Y/N reacted positively to her deepest wish. Alcina was positive that Y/N had just gotten her pregnant, but of course, she wouldn’t know for sure until she went to see Mother Miranda.

After a while, Y/N finally finishes pumping into Alcina. They try to pull out, but Alcina once again wraps her legs around Y/N.

“No, no, no…” Alcina whines through her aftershocks. “Stay inside me. Just a little longer?” She begs.

Y/N grins. “Okay, babe. Whatever you want.” They tell her.

Alcina closes her eyes and brings a hand to rest on her stomach. There would be a little one growing in there soon. She couldn’t wait to see how her body changed during pregnancy. She wanted everyone to know she was Y/N’s and what better way to prove it than by getting knocked up with their baby?

Later on, as the two cuddle in bed, Alcina is still reeling from the amazing sex that she and Y/N had earlier… However, she feels a familiar hunger coming over her again. “Y/N?” She asks softly, as Y/N rests their head on her chest.

“Yeah?” They ask, snuggling into her more.

“Do you think we should… Try again?” She suggests. “J-just to be sure it takes! You know, for the baby?” She clarifies, very flustered.

Y/N takes their head off of Alcina and just grins up at her. “You don’t even need to ask, Alcina.” They say and begin kissing her once again.

Note: That was dirty, nasty, disgusting… Did you like it? Let me know! ;)

Masterlist

[ilovehugslikealotalot]

The New Arrival (Series)

Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader

(Not my gif)

It seems as though y/n has an…admirer?

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WARNING: 18+ MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE fluff, angst, smut

Part 2

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She still wasn’t talking and Melina truly didn’t know how to communicate with y/n. She’d only ever heard the girl say two words, ‘thank you’. It was astonishing to Melina that y/n could get even the hardest of tasks done in mere minutes with complete perfection. The girl was always on alert and never once has she objected, she was…very obedient.

Fiona, the assistant Grand ChamberMaiden, had helped y/n communicate, somehow. She had gotten y/n to say a few more words. Though, it was quite difficult for the girl. Fiona didn’t understand why y/n was the way she was until she heard from locals about her childhood and past. Tragic, it truly was.

So, Fiona and Melina, knowing the nature of y/n’s past, acknowledging the fact that she will need assistance if the Lady of the castle were to decide to take y/n as her new… plaything.

After a week or so, y/n was getting better but still stayed silent most of the time.

Alcina, one night, came into her bedroom to see it spotless and flawlessly clean. She was taken aback, no maiden had made her room this clean before, even the month old blood stain on her white carpet was gone. She hummed in approval to herself wondering who the maiden might’ve been, it couldn’t have been an old maiden, it must’ve been the new one.

what was her name? Ah, yes, y/n..

This new maiden seemed exceptional. Though, Alcina would never admit it, she was impressed. The Lady had made the mistake of toying around with every new maiden but it was a mistake she was quite fond of. Alcina’s personal favorites were the ones who could handle scrutiny and judgment. Of course, none of them could, most just cried and stayed silent. Which was…tolerable. But soon enough, she grew tired of their company and set the women on their merry way. But, if they dared to object to Alcina’s wishes they’d be gladly turned into a barrel of wine.

The Matriarch summoned for her head maidens, phoning their rooms, she ordered them to come to her chambers immediately. “Yes, My Lady? What is it that you need?” Melina asked, bowing her head, Fiona shortly following behind her, doing the same.

“Who was assigned to clean my quarters? Last night, to be exact, while I was at that family meeting.” Alcina quite bluntly asked, applying her crimson custom lipstick as she spoke. Melina and Fiona looked at each other in slight fear, could it be that y/n had done something wrong? Or had Alcina found a new toy?

“Well…? I’m not the type of woman who repeats herself.” Alcina coaxed, placing the cap on her lipstick. She fixed her straightened hair, adjusting her well tailored suit. “It was the new maiden, y/n, Mistress” Fiona responded, eyes boring into the ground. Not daring to look at Alcina. The Countess hummed, “bring her to my quarters later” Alcina instructed, Melina’s eyes widened. Alcina couldn’t hurt her. Not like she did every other maiden in the castle. Y/n was too naive and obedient, Alcina would ruin y/n. It’d be even worse if y/n fell in love and got attached to Alcina. The poor girl wouldn’t understand.

“My Lady, I must protest. Y/n isn’t ready. She has vocal problems. You might only find her as a nuisance rather than a new plaything. She’s an incredible maiden, but maybe not for as your plaything..” Melina insisted, trying to keep Alcina from ruining y/n like she did most of the maidens in the castle. Alcina stopped her movements and placed her hands down on the edge of her vanity. “Are you…talking back to me, Miss Thornton?” Alcina seethed, the Countess scoffed and stood up lighting her cigarette. “Be happy, I feel generous today, Melina. And as for your little new maiden. You’ve taken her under your wing I see?”

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Alcina had taken Melina and Fiona’s words into consideration, maybe this new maiden would be a nuisance. But, as Alcina watched from afar she couldn’t help but gawk at the beauty that was her maiden.

Y/n went on, skillfully dusting the table lifting the objects in her way. Alcina watched from above, entranced by her movement. The Countess made a point to watch the girl, but the more she spent admiring fom afar the more Alcina wanted the woman all to herself. “Y/n, darling. Be a doll and fetch me a cigarette” The Matriarch cooed, elegantly sauntering down the stairs and sitting on her favorite lounge chair. The maiden nodded, walking away hurriedly to grab Alcina’s cigarettes and her cigarette holder.

Alcina couldn’t help but study the young girl as she moved, a slight sway in her hips. The way she gently bent down to grab something set a spark in Alcina.

Incredible indeed…

Alcina had thought, a soft hand under her chin as she smirked, the countess shamelessly looked her from head to toe. She certainly was a delicious sight to look at. The young girl looked at Alcina with wonder and curiosity. Was the Matriarch always this flirtacious?

“Oh, don’t mind me, sweet girl. I’ll just be your Admirer from Afar if that’s alright with you?” She smirked, winking at y/n with a mischevious glint in her eye.

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[yourstrulyrika]

waiting for idv rank matches to reopen because i overslept so have an alcina fic. i was multitasking while writing it but i hope it’s not as messy or smth

dom!alcina, fem!reader, lots of blood!!! just warning ya’ll. dark themes because you’re trapped in Dimitrescu castle. (reader is alcinas maid) possessive as fuck alcina, i mean it

you’re Alcina’s favorite maid.

maybe that’s why she never killed you in the first place? why she never let her daughters eat your flesh? you’ll never know. you kinda got used to it at some point, even when it’s.. weird. to say the least. but this is your new norm now, no matter how insane or cruel it sounds.

however, Alcina does treat you pretty well considering the circumstances, especially when you’re obedient. she doesn’t like disobedience, she finds it futile. why being disobedient to someone who will kill you if you try to run? the disobedient ones always end up as the best wines, though.

you’re Alcina’s pretty thing. she puts you in the prettiest clothes, showers you with luxurious things. rich lingerie, dresses that barely cover anything— all for her, of course. she loves when you’re dolled up, always ready for her to devour you. her favorite thing to do is ripping your dress off with her long claws when she wants to take you.

she roughly rips the dress off, always making you yelp, but she

she often has you seated on her lap, her claws making little cuts on your neck or lips so she can drink down on them, licking them clean. she can’t get enough, your blood has to be the sweetest drink she could ever get. the best blood has to be from your thighs, though. your inner thighs are covered in various bite marks and purple bruises because she keeps feeding off of them.

it’s even sweeter when you’re aroused. she figured it out when she accidentally brushed your clit and found it wet when she was drinking your blood. cute, she thinks. that explains why you tasted sweeter today. it caused her to wonder; how would you taste like if you were to cum? only one way to find out.

Alcina is skilled with her fingers, you found out. you’ve never felt so many things at once. fear, arousal, bashfulness, self disgust. arousal was clouding all the other emotions though. how could you focus on anything else when Lady Dimitrescu herself is making you see stars with her fingers while sucking your blood?

she fingers you so well, flicking your clit, nibbling on it to tease you. her mouth is either on your thighs, your clit or your nipples, biting on it. not enough to hurt but enough so you feel her power, that if she wanted, she could eat you in a damn second. but no, you’re her pretty doll, her maid. she won’t kill you, at least not yet.

she eats your pussy like it’s the a five star meal. slurping your creamy juice, lapping at your warmth until your thighs are quivering. and that’s when she replaces her mouth with her fingers, with her other hand making cuts on your inner thigh to drink the blood. like she thought, you taste the sweetest. that only makes her wonder how you taste when you cum.

she notices that you’re getting more whiny when she drinks your blood, pretty obvious. but you’re liking it, you’re getting more aroused. the people at the village would consider you insane, but the Lady herself certainly loves it. seems like she’s trained you well. she’s gonna keep you here forever, maybe even infect you with the Cadou. anything to keep her doll by her side.

but she pushes those thoughts aside for now, they are not needed at this moment. the blood leaks down your thighs, and she licks all of it clean, sucking your wounds so more blood leaks out of it. she always drinks enough blood to make you dizzy and weak, but she lets you recover. only for her to suck it out again. but that’s okay, that’s just how the Lady shows her love. she slides her fingers deep inside your warmth, curling them just right so they keep brushing against your sweet spots. usually, she has long nails. but, she’s sure they would hurt your insides, so she keeps them rather short. she would care less if it was anyone else, but it’s you. her hands are cold, even when inside you, even when they’re wrapped in your warm slick. she keeps it up, even holding a little bit on sucking so hard so she can drink more when you cum.

she makes you feel like you’re both in heaven and hell at once. feeling so good, but at the same time your thighs are in hell. sure, your wounds will be soothed later, but it hurts nonetheless. at the same time, the pain, the dizziness you feel when Alcina drinks your blood like this— it feels good. so good you can’t stop yourself from cumming, giving your lady exactly what she wanted.

letting out a hum of approval, she thrusts harder, overstimulating you while you cum until you’re whining and whimpering, the feelings overwhelming you. when you start squirming from the pain between your legs though, she stops, finally going back to feasting on your crimson blood.

and she was right. it does taste better when you’re like this.

she surely will try this method more in the future.

[rippersz]

𝙰𝚕𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞 + 𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙰𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 #2) (Slightly NSFW):

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OH THE PASSION. THE LUST. THE LOVE. Here’s how you met these two beautiful creatures :3 :

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ʚ♡ɞ Larissa has gone through a lot of dry spells in life. She spent a long stretch of adult life alone when first returning to Nevermore and becoming Principal. She was constantly busy and never had time for anyone else in her bed, much less herself. So anything regarding sex was put on the back burner. It became hard when she thought about it, but after soaking herself in heaps of work, it wasn’t so bad returning to a cold bed.

ʚ♡ɞ Then… you. And Alcina, of course. But first you. You, who started at Nevermore as a faculty member. You were a hit with everyone - especially the Principal. She thought you were funny and intriguing, and often found herself gravitating toward you at important events and staff meetings. Her eyes would always seek you out, and her heart began to pound whenever she thought about you walking into the room. It was hard to come to terms with this ‘crush’ - she hasn’t had a very good track record when it comes to romantic relationships, one night stands, or interests. You, however, melted around Larissa. You became best friends in no time. The dynamic duo of Nevermore. Wherever she was, you were usually close behind if you weren’t busy with classes or lesson planning.

ʚ♡ɞ And soon enough! You kissed. One warm night in her office, with you leaning against the couch, your bare feet in her lap. There was a glass of wine beside her kicked off heels and a glass of easy champagne in your hand. You were never a heavy drinker - and you always wanted to keep your wits around Larissa. But she was so… spectacular. She made you laugh until you cried, snarking about this person or another, and her hand was so warm on your calf. Those polished fingernails of hers drew random shapes along your skin, and you couldn’t help but fall into a state of utter happiness. Pure joy. You were so content you could’ve fallen asleep. But then the night was ending and she was shifting to get up and you leaned forward to sit up and your faces were suddenly so close and neither of you could pass up the moment. Not at all. Two seconds later, you were sharing a slow hesitant kiss. It was a soft press, and then a breath, and then another soft press. It was easy to fall into it, but she slipped a hand onto your shoulder and gently pulled away. A small talk ensued about your jobs - and you said you were already looking for a place in Jericho. Working at Nevermore was lovely, but you needed a bit more independence. She said to let her know when you were ready to go and kissed your cheek chastely before letting you go, blushing madly as you went.

ʚ♡ɞ So you began dating. It was beautiful. Slow and steady and not at all boring. Larissa herself was so fascinating that even a night in together, with no other plans, was a good enough date for you. There were picnics, restaurants, nights at her office, walks around Jericho in the light rain, even a vacation to Paris once over the summer.

ʚ♡ɞ It was amazing! Perfection.

ʚ♡ɞ Until you walked into a bar one evening, took a seat at a booth, and heard a deep rich voice break the comfortable conversation. It was angry and loud. Distinctly feminine but also a bit scary. You instantly made eye contact with Larissa, who looked rather (appropriately) startled.

ʚ♡ɞ “I don’t understand how you ever passed Kindergarten! Did you lose your ability to read in the huge clown pockets of your ridiculous suit pants? It clearly says ‘served chilled.’” And hard hitting heels spiked against the wooden floor. “No wonder this hole has such a poor rating! You can’t understand a wine label! Thank god I’m opening a business here. You’ll be out within the month. I suggest you start packing. Goodbye!”

ʚ♡ɞ And from around the corner came a woman even taller than Larissa. You saw her first and your eyes flew so wide, your lover had to turn right around in her spot and go “What’s wrong??” before the words died instantly on her lips.

ʚ♡ɞ There was a raven-haired beauty, sleek and curvy, that came stalking around from the back office. Her lips? Deep red. Her eyes? Hidden behind sunglasses. She didn’t seem to care if it was nighttime. Her attitude radiated arrogance and strength. She was obviously pissed, and obviously pre-occupied, but something stopped her. You and Larissa, probably. But you didn’t understand how she saw you - she was looking away! Apparently that didn’t matter, as a second later she stopped - and her head whipped around to face you two.

ʚ♡ɞ Instantly, you sank back into the booth. Larissa looked at you with wide eyes. You looked at her with wide eyes. It would have been comical if you weren’t so nervous. She definitely saw you. And she looked expensive. Opening a business? Out within the month? Who the fuck is she?

“Excuse me.”

And like one person, you and Larissa turned to look up. She was, somehow, taller than your lover. Larissa stood at a beautiful 6’3”, but the stranger stood at… 6’9” probably. She looked nearly inhuman. Pale, striking, and her nails were so… sharp.

“I couldn’t help but notice you’re the only ones occupying this… establishment,” she spoke so properly, drawing out some of her vowels with a drawl. You swallowed. Larissa stared. “I must be honest, ladies. It’s really not worth your time. Why don’t I show you a better spot? I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it.”

You shared a confused, worried glance with your lover. The woman’s smile was sharp.

“I um- Larissa? Thoughts?”

Your lover blinked and quickly gave you a polite smile.

“I think it would be rude if we passed it up… what do you think, love?”

“Uh-”

“How about this,” the woman interrupted and placed her palms on the table, and her sunglasses slid down the bridge of her nose. Suddenly, you were both pierced straight through by sharp golden eyes. Definitely not human. You and Larissa shared a look. “To apologize for my… earlier outburst… I’ll treat you both to a brilliant dinner. I insist.”

ʚ♡ɞ And so you went out together. She said she’d send you back to pick up your car later and then you all packed into the back of a limo. Clearly, she had money. You clasped Larissa’s hand. And then the woman went soft with charm. She took off her glasses, shook your hands, and introduced herself as Alcina Dimitrescu. Instantly, you knew the name. Dimitrescu Winery. The vineyard. And this was the Queen Bee herself.

ʚ♡ɞ It was riveting eating with Alcina. She got the best service, the best food, and the rich restaurant you went to some miles outside of Jericho seemed to welcome her with open arms. You talked about your job, Alcina mentioned her new business opening in Jericho, and Larissa kept herself quiet about her job. She was always weary. Thank goodness that changed as soon as Alcina gave her a once over and engaged her in the most intriguing conversation. She wanted her to be comfortable. Larissa squeezed your hand under the table when Alcina asked about her job, and you squeezed it back. When Larissa finally spoke about Nevermore, Alcina lit up.

“It seems like a marvelous place. I know I would have loved going there when I was young.”

ʚ♡ɞ You talked politics, dinner, jobs, men, and women. Alcina could obviously tell you were involved - and you were so used to people mentioning it somehow that it was weird how she didn’t comment on it. Until she mentioned an ex-wife, and you squeezed Larissa so hard she had to stop herself from bursting out laughing.

ʚ♡ɞ Alcina made you both blush. She was so engaging, so haughty, and clearly flawed. But you and Larissa looked at her with sparkling eyes. It was a marvelous evening. You exchanged numbers.

ʚ♡ɞ And then there was another meet up. And another. And soon enough, you were three best friends. Three best friends with a shit ton of tension. By the time you and Larissa spoke about your mutual interest, you knew a lot about Alcina. You trusted her with everything. On one of her less busy days, she brought Larissa lunch because she forgot hers. And one evening when you were working late, she showed up with a cup of hot chocolate and coaxed you into going home. She was very sweet on you both.

ʚ♡ɞ Eventually, you had the talk. It was in Larissa’s quarters. Alcina had invited you over to her very luxurious apartment many times, but on that evening, you were lounging in Larissa’s living room. Heels all kicked off, Alcina’s wine on the table, and you came up with the half tipsy idea to play spin the bottle. It was silly, made them laugh, but you put the emptied bottle on its side and spun and soon enough you were kissing Larissa. It was a gentle, slow kiss. Then she spun and oh… oh. Of course. You’d both have to kiss Alcina at some point. And something in her eyes glinted with sadistic pleasure. Larissa was a little nervous, but she threw caution to the wind and kissed Alcina soundly on the lips. You were buzzing with anticipation and nervousness—which quickly slipped into desire when Alcina let out a filthy groan and kissed Larissa back. She was quickly overpowering, shuffling closer, but your lover pulled back with a raspy gasp - And Alcina leaned over the table, took the bottle, and pointed it toward you. No spin necessary apparently as she moved across like a lioness, grasped your chin in one hand, and pulled you into a deep kiss. Again, she groaned. Larissa was blushing all the way to her toes. You were nearly fitful with pleasure. And when she sat back, satisfied with her smudged lipstick, looking bizarrely outrageously handsome, you and Larissa shared a look. But Alcina spoke first.

“Forgive my… overzealous nature. I’m sure it’s no surprise. I have just been… eager.”

“For how long?” You asked her.

The smile she gave you was sheepish.

“Since the first time we shared dinner together…”

ʚ♡ɞ And of course that led to your amazing power throuple.

ʚ♡ɞ It’s the best relationship you’ve ever been in. They’re mature women, but also incredibly childish at times. Alcina especially. Larissa has a better handle of her emotions and yours. She just knows how to be a good partner - probably because she’s spent a lot of time alone, wondering about all the ways she’d treat her lover.

Alcina, however… well she has her moments.

They’re usually in the bedroom.

ʚ♡ɞ Her nature is incredibly domineering and on one of your official dates together, she explained herself.

“I don’t think either of you will be surprised, but honesty is of course the best policy,” she cleared her throat. “So I should probably tell you both that I’m a dragon.”

Her bluntness had you laughing, but she was not joking around. Larissa could only gape.

“A dragon? That’s your gene pool?”

“Indeed, draga.”

ʚ♡ɞ So it did actually explain a lot. Her possessiveness, her strength—she doesn’t know how to be any way else. And her lust for blood, too… it’s something you try not to talk about in depth. She tells you her practices are safe and consensual, and she’s not interested in fucking anyone who isn’t you or Larissa. The crassness has Larissa blushing, but it’s endearing. And you both trust her.

HOWEVER.

The Bedroom is a different story.

ʚ♡ɞ There, the differences in your personalities stand out a lot.

ʚ♡ɞ There, you are the small quivering submissive doll that Alcina loves to play with and the sweet little darling that Larissa loves to tease. It’s rather unfair, but when you get both of their hands on you, you can’t complain.

ʚ♡ɞ BDSM is a big part of your relationship, as I’ve mentioned in the past. It’s something that means a lot to all three of you, and the intricacies are something you learn with passion; so titles (for example) is a thing you indulge in often.

ʚ♡ɞ Alcina is Mommy. It’s just how it is. And Larissa is Miss. Or Mommy. Or Mistress. It really depends on how far gone you are. If you’re deep in sub-space and shy, she’s Mommy. If you’re feeling a bit brat-ish and frustrated, it’s Mistress. Alcina’s title also changes sometimes, but it’s usually Mommy. Something about it gives her a power trip - which she lives on of course. And it’s… whew. It’s WHEW.

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[willalove75]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do Alcina x stone top reader, like Alcina try to take control like she usually does but ultimately fails and get ✨DEMOSLISHED✨ on her desk.

I hope you see this, I thank you in advance :)

Hiya!! Thanks so much for the request!

My brain wasn't able to come up with a scenario where I was able to make this work with her canon measurements so I'm making this more of an AU where she's human sized. I hope you enjoy!

Tags: dom!reader, smut, degradation, praise

Warnings: 18+ Only. Minors DNI

It was a cold night in the castle and you were all alone in bed. Your wife, Alcina, was still working and when you glanced over at the clock you realized it was almost midnight. She went back into her office after dinner and you haven't seen her since.

The financial quarter was nearing its end and she had a ton of paperwork to finish for the vineyard but lately she's been working herself to the bone. For over a week she's been coming to bed after you've fallen asleep and is gone by the time you wake up. You've tried to talk to her about going easy on herself but she's as stubborn as they come and doesn't give your suggestion a second thought.

Alcina has been stressed in a multitude of ways and neither of you have been able to relieve your sexual frustration in nearly two weeks. Tonight you've reached your breaking point. She promised she would be in bed early, that she would reward you for being so patient. Since she still hasn't shown, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

You throw a sweatshirt on over your pajamas and cross the vast castle to the wing where her study resides. The stone floors are cold beneath your feet and it's so silent you think you can hear your heartbeat ricochet off of the walls. You've never gotten used to the castle at night. It's always been eerie. Even when you were first hired as the groundskeeper, being here at night freaked you out a little. Nevertheless, you trek on.

Once you reach her study door you give the thick wood a few light knocks, not wanting to startle your wife inside.

"Come in." A tired and frustrated voice replies.

When you walk in you see Alcina sitting behind her desk with her reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.

"Hey." You say as you walk in.

"Draga, what are you-" She glances over at the clock and her face falls. "Oh, shit." She mutters. "I'm so sorry draga mea, I didn't realize how late it was."

Alcina removes her glasses as she stands and walks around to the front of her desk where she meets you. You rest your hands on her hips and she drapes her arms around you neck. She gazes into your eyes before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours.

"You said you would be in bed two hours ago, my love." You whisper against her lips before moving to press light kisses into her neck.

"I know draga, I'm sorry." She says, leaning her head to the side to give you more access.

Your start to kiss her neck a little harder and nip at her skin causing her to sharply inhale.

"Come to bed."

"I can't, I still have-" her breath hitches in her throat when you suck on her pulse point. "I still have some paperwork to" her breath hitches again. "to finish."

"It can wait."

"I can't-" her words are cut off by a groan when you slip your knee between her legs and press up into her.

With your hands firmly grasping her hips, you rock them against you as you continue to mark up her neck. Alcina bits her lip to keep her moans at bay and grabs at the back of your head. With every rock of her hips against your leg you can feel her wetness against your skin grow through her lace panties.

"Oh, draga." She moans into your shoulder.

"You're so wet." You mumble into her soft skin. "Let me have you, iubirea mea."

A low growl rumbles in her throat and you can feel its vibration against your lips. When you first started working at the castle you barely spoke Romanian but Alcina taught you some words. Speaking to her in her native language is one of your secret weapons since you know how much it gets her going.

You press up into her a little harder and a moan slips from her lips. Alcina pushes you down into the chair behind you and straddles your lap. She grabs the hair on the back of your head and pulls at it, kissing you hard.

As someone who considers themselves a stone top, it's not uncommon for you and Alcina to fight for dominance in bed. Every so often you'll relent and let her take over or she'll win the battle you two playfully fight. Tonight however, she broke her promise and you're not letting her off the hook that easily.

Grabbing her thighs you stand up from the chair and lift her onto her desk. Some of the papers littering the surface fall to the floor along with a few other items cluttering it. The two of you are kissing hard, both of you trying to take control as your tongues eagerly explore each others mouths. More things fall to the round as you quickly pull up her dress and her hands grab at your sweatshirt. You slide your hands to her hips and pull her to the edge of the desk, pressing your leg between hers and you grind into her. A moan rings out into the night air and she manages to pull your sweatshirt off.

Her hands go straight for your pajama bottoms and you grab her wrists. Alcina is strong, you'd never know how strong she was just by looking at her but looks are certainly deceiving. Luckily your work as groundskeeper has increased your strength as well so it's an even match. Somehow you manage to pin her arms behind her back and she grunts in protest but never breaks the kiss.

Holding her wrists behind her back with one hand, your free hand dives between her legs. The pads of your fingers immediately find her clit over her underwear and you waste no time rubbing tight, quick circles around it. Alcina throws her head back and cries out with a growl. She pulls against your hand restraining her wrists and tries to break free.

As she wiggles in your grip she slides off the desk landing on her feet. Just as she manages to break out of your hold you manage to keep one of her wrists pinned and your other hand grabs the other. She fights for control and you're able to turn her around and bend her over her desk. You pin her wrists behind her back again and lean over her.

"Stay down." You growl into her ear.

A whimper escapes from her lips and you nibble she shell of her ear. When you pull back she tries to fight against you and you give her a hard smack on the ass. She cries out in pleasure and you massage her reddening skin. You give her one more smack when she pulls against your grip on her hands and she cries out again.

Her legs begin shaking with need and she starts to whimper. She stops fighting back and you grab the hair on the back of her head and lean over her again.

"Good girl. Don't make me keep punishing you."

Alcina groans and you sit back up after placing a kiss on her neck. Holding her wrists with one hand, you use the other to pull her wet thong down her long legs. You tap at her legs so she steps out of them and you feel how drenched they are in your hands.

"So wet for me already baby? I barely even touched you." You caress her slit and graze over her clit, causing her to whine. "You wouldn't be so desperate for me if you worked so much, you know?" You tease.

You can tell you hit a nerve with that one because she growls and fights against your grip once more. With another smack to her ass she settles down.

"I'm just going to have to tie your wrists together, aren't I?" You ask.

Before she can respond you start to tie her wrists together with her wet, lacy thong.

"Not perfect, but it'll have to do." You say after you finish. "You know, I was hoping to ravish you in our bedroom, but you're so stubborn I guess I'm just going to have to do it here."

Alcina opens her mouth to quip back but the only thing that leaves her lips is a whine as your fingers explore her dripping slit.

"Fuck you're so wet." You say, coating your fingers in her arousal.

You begin to circle her clit and she starts to moan.

"You like that baby? You like when I play with your clit like that?"

"Uh-huh." She wines.

"Use your words." You say, slowing your ministrations.

Alcina whines in protest and cries out.

"Yes! I love it. I love when you play with my clit."

"Good girl."

After circling over her clit a few times you easily slide two fingers deep into Alcina's soaked pussy. Her moans echo through her study and her eyes roll into the back of her head.

You push your fingers deep inside her dripping cunt until you bottom her out and pull them away. After repeating that a few times you start to curl them into her walls and Alcina's cries grow louder.

"Yes, let me hear you my love." You say as you pick up the pace.

"Oh fuck!" She moans.

"You like when I overpower you? When I treat you like my little fucktoy?"

"Mhm."

You smack her ass again and she yelps.

"Use your words." You say as you thrust back into her.

"Yes! Fuck. I love it baby."

As you fuck her with your fingers her legs begin to shake and her walls start to clench down around you. You bring her right to the edge and pull your fingers out of her, leaving her pussy to clench around nothing. Alcina cries out in protest.

"What's the matter, love? You didn't think you could break your promise and not go unpunished, did you?"

"Fuck you." She spits.

Alcina hates being edged, it's not that it makes her uncomfortable, she just doesn't like being teased. You've only ever done it one other time and you ended up paying for it by being completely tied down to her bed and edged for hours at her mercy until she made you cum so hard you blacked out for a minute. She told you she was going to "fuck the brat right out of you" and she sure as hell did that night. But you know if you were the one to break a promise like this you'd be punished so it's only fair that she receives a punishment as well.

"Ah, being bratty now, are we?" You say as you tease her clit. "A very attractive woman once told me that the best way to deal with a brat is to fuck it right out of them. I wonder how well that works."

"Don't you dar- fuck!" Her words are cut off with a cry when you shove your fingers back into her.

The only other sounds that came from her lips were cries and moans of pleasure as you fucked her relentlessly. Bringing her to the edge of release before taking it away over and over again. Each time you were met with a cry of protest. Her whimpers were the sweetest sounds you've ever heard. Especially when they were accompanied by the wet noises her pussy made when you thrusted in and out of her.

Her arousal was dripping down your wrist and down her trembling legs. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her flushed face and chest were laying flat against the cool mahogany of her desk. You brought her to the edge and back down again when you heard the tiniest beg slip from her lips.

"What was that?" You ask but she only whimpers in response. "Was that a beg I heard?"

Alcina doesn't respond so you bring her to the edge again and just as she's about to tip over, just when she thinks you'll finally let her cum, you pull your fingers out.

"Fuck! Please!"

"Ah, there it is. Please what? Tell me what you want baby." You say, pushing back into her.

"Please fuck me, make me cum. Please!" Tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes as she desperately whimpers. You take a second to look at the goddess laying beneath you and your mouth waters.

"Fuck, look at you. So wet, begging for me to fuck you senseless, at my mercy."

"Please." She whimpers.

You've never been able to reduce Alcina to such a begging, wet mess before but you absolutely love it. And by the sound of the moan she releases and the way her walls grip your fingers when you slide them back in, you can tell she loves it too.

"More, please, fuck me. I need more." She moans.

Pumping your fingers in and out of her, you bring her to the edge once more. Just before she's about to explode on your hand you pull out entirely again and she cries out. Before she can say anything you shove three fingers into her and her body jerks as she screams in pleasure. After giving her a few seconds to stretch around your fingers you begin to finger fuck her harder than you think you ever have before.

"You've been such a good girl for me. Even though you broke your promise, I think you've more than made up for it. Let me take care of you baby." You whisper to her as you drive her into oblivion.

"Fuck, oh fuck! Yes, fuck me, make me cum! Please baby harder!" She cries.

You slam your fingers deep into her and drive short, hard thrusts into her g spot as you curl your fingers in a rhythm. Her legs start to shake and you feel her walls clench down around you hard before you feel them relax. Alcina screams out into the night and her body trembles as her orgasm hits her like a freight train. You keep up your pace through her orgasm and as soon as she's done a second one builds and hits her. As you guide her down she trembles beneath you. You untie her wrists with one hand and once you feel the pulsing of her walls slow down, you pull your fingers out.

Laying in front of you, your wife is a blissed out, trembling mess. Your hand and her legs are glistening with her cum, she whimpers every time an aftershock runs up her spine and her legs can barely hold her up.

Alcina looks up at you as she tries to catch her breath and you help her stand. Her legs are unsteady so you guide her to the chair and sit her down. Kneeling in front of her, you pull her hips to the edge and spread her legs. She goes to protest and you sit up and kiss her.

"Shh, let me clean you up. I'll be gentle, I promise. Okay?"

She nods her head and you kiss her once more before positioning yourself between her legs. Looking up, you see her half-hooded, lust-filled eyes staring down at you and you lick up her soaked pussy as you stare into them. Her eyes roll back and she tosses her head back against the chair.

As you clean up her mess you can feel her pussy pulsating against your tongue. Her clit is swollen and you circle the soft flesh with your tongue, making Alcina whine. Even though you weren't trying to make her cum again, you can feel her orgasm build with each lick and suck of her pussy. You let it slowly build, giving her clit a gentle suck and pull every so often, before her hand is gripping the back of your head. Slipping your tongue between her folds, you keep eating her out until she cums into your mouth with a soft cry.

You make sure you clean up every drop before slowing your movements and pulling away from her. Looking up, you see Alcina resting her head against the back of the chair with her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling as basks in the afterglow of being fucked senseless. After you wipe your mouth, you sit up and cup her face and her eyes meet yours.

Alcina leans down and captures your lips in a deep kiss. When your lips part she rests her head against yours and closes her eyes. You can tell she's rightfully exhausted. From both over-working herself to being fucked so hard. Pulling her into you, you have her wrap her legs around your waist and her arms around your neck and you pick her up. After you adjust your grip on her, you're surprised when she nuzzles her head into your neck instead of protesting. She's never let you do this before without putting up a fight so she must be either exhausted or in desperate need of being taken care of, or both.

You carry Alcina into your shared bedroom and sit her down on the counter in the bathroom. After wetting a washcloth and pouring some soap on it, you clean between her legs as well as your face and hands. Wrapping herself around you again, you carry her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. She slips out of her dress after you unzip it and after she removes her bra you help her to pull a nightgown over her head. Pulling the covers back, she curls up in bed and you follow suit. Covering the both of you with the duvet, you lean over to shut off the light.

Alcina curls into you, burying her face in your neck and wrapping her arms around you.

"Thank you." She says as she places chaste kisses on your neck.

"Of course my love, I hope I was able to help you relax."

"You did draga mea, more than I can explain. Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too baby."

After a soft kiss goodnight, the two of you drift off into a peaceful, restful sleep.

[fantasy-relax]

MC being a menace to themselves and everyone else.

Also MC with Dani and Angie:

Hands Daniela a bag full of snacks, drinks and cream for muscular pain

"Be careful, take your time if you want to do a new trick. This night you choose the movie, have fun darling!

Sit Angie at the table were a lot clubs pamphlets lie:

"I was thinking that you and me can go in a trial for every club in school, maybe something catch my attention finally, I feel like having no talent mean more opportunities, you know?"

"you can go alone"

" yeah but I want to go with you, I'm not good at being social and if I drink more alcohol I will go in a coma, so what do you say, sunny?

".. Okay"

That being said they're still a menace.

Someone says shit about Angie Sexuality. Mc hits them with a bat

Someone says that Daniela is the useless dimitrescu. HERE COMES MC WITH THE STEEL CHAIR.

Daniela have to defend MC from her family, Bela disapproves MC for their behavior and every single time that Mc is close to alcina... Well things don't go well.

MC : "DON'T TALK TO ME YOU BREATH STINKS BECAUSE OF ALL THE SHIT YOU SAID"

Alcina: "YOU INSOLENT BRAT"

MC: "THIS BRAT IS GONNA SHOVE YOUR STATUES IN YOUR PUSSY AND I'M SURE THAT THERE WILL BE SPACE FOR MY FOOT"

Daniela: "OKAY WERE GOING NOW"

MC Throwing a coconut to alcina: "MAYBE THIS THING COULD TEACH YOU HOW TO BE A GOOD MOTHER"

Daniela: WERE YOU EVEN GET THAT?

Yeah better keep them away.

Cassandra... Is kinda hard to explain.

Cassandra: "hey handsome, do you wanna go with me?"

MC without blinking:

"Why do you think I will be interested in a insecure playgirl that doesn't understand what romantic feelings are and hide behind a mask so much that doesn't know how to be herself anymore so she try to fulfill her needs by chasing the glamorous lights of fame, forever trapped in a vicious circle of fleeting pleasures"

Cassandra:...

Daniela:.. We are going now.

MC can't be mean to donna it feel like kicking a abused puppy and Angie only said good things about her.

Angie: I don't understand why she wouldn't let me go outside of this fucking town.

MC drinking a smoothie: maybe she is so traumatized that feels the moment you're far away from her, something bad could happen to you and she will be incapable of saving you. Losing the only good thing left in her life.

Angie:... I think I need to visit her now.

Because of this, both of them are ready to turn a blind eye to MC feral and weird behavior.

Did they know a lot things about everything without reason? Absolutely, pass the salt please.

Someone steal all the sugar in the Cafe? They know nothing please ignore the boxes in the room.

Vandalism in all the walls of the school? How outrageous! *kick a can spray paint behind the couch*

There has been a fire in a room under the watch of alcina? Wow, truly surprising *Angie says meanwhile in the back Daniela is gesturing wildly to an unapologetic MC with ash in their face*

They care for each other very much and every loop MC do something nice for them. It hurts only little when they look at MC with distrust. They can start again, is okay.

[muffinsin]

Ok, please dont pressure yourself too much! Please delete my requests if there, well, shit.

Anyway, readers been dating one of the sisters for a while n for some reason or another rs mother visits. But rs mother isnt exactly the greatest mother to r and to summarise abuses them, emotionally or physically up to you tbh. Holding them up to ridiculous standards and tells them she wished she had aborted them, generally just being a bit of a dick- making fun of how the reader looks and thinking they have ownership of the reader and her body bc shes their mother. Lady Dimitrescu is not tolerating this in her castle and as much as she wants to ignore it she cares for reader bc her daughter loves them (idk if that makes sense) so she comforts reader like a mother should, praising reader when their mother has just shouted at them or something.

Queue to the sister finding Lady Dimitrescu reading to reader whilst there curled up on her lap with a blanket. (Motherly)

Idk if any of this makes sense, feel free to completely change parts of this.

With fruitiness,

Deluded anon

A rare Alcina post here! Because the prompt was just too adorable and I love this tall murderous woman as a mother figure🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ this one’s quite Alcina centered for once :)

Keeping this Bela/Cassandra/Daniela neutral for once! :)

Masterlists

You know, today is the day your mother is coming over. You know, it was bound to happen, too

The moment she picked up on you living in a grand castle, she suddenly acted interested and invited herself

A declination of her “request” is not possible. Aside from this, your lover is most keen on meeting her

You haven’t yet had the courage to tell her about your mother, nor about the woman she truly is

How can you, when your lover’s mother is just perfect?

Alcina is kind, and caring. She’s strict, but out of love. She shows affection, and she practically showers all three of her daughters in praise. She never fails to comfort them or point out that she is proud of them no matter what

Neither of the Dimitrescu family members notice your yearning look when you watch your girlfriend hug her mother and receive a kiss on the cheek or forehead in return

It’s breakfast time- your favorite time. In general, mealtimes are your favorite. It’s the times of days when all sisters and their mother are together

Alcina never misses it. She always pauses her work, even on busy days, to spend this time with her daughters and you. It feels almost like a privilege to sit among them, sometimes

However, now all you feel is dread, and yet: still hope

Perhaps your mother will be influenced by Alcina, positively

Still, you feel dread knowing she will be here shortly

A few hours later, you stand in the main hall and fiddle with your girlfriend’s dress as you wait for your mother. You know, she won’t be much longer

You almost flinch when the heavy doors open, yet can’t help the involuntary smile when you see the woman that has birthed you step inside

Your smile falters when she immediately begins to complain about the cold and the frustrating path it took to get here. Your girlfriend chuckles nervously, as though unsure what to say, and you can only join in

Then, your expression turns to a hurt one when she begins to criticize things and you already

Starting with the state of your clothes- a little rough looking from your roughhousing with Daniela earlier today

You blush in embarrassment and shame as you’re scolded, your hand squeezing your girlfriend’s tightly

Next, your posture is criticized. You stand straight again, tears welling in your eyes at your mother’s words

Unworthy. Filthy. Ragged. A waste

You’re quick to greet her and ask her how she is doing when she scolds you for this, too

But it seems even that can’t be done right, for she simply starts scolding you for not checking in more often

After all, how is it she only learns months later that you are dating one of the “monsters” of the castle?

Her displeasure makes it quite clear, even if it has been already: she intended for you to work there and earn her money until your demise

You flinch when she steps closer to you, as though to examine you

You spare your girlfriend a pitiful look as she attempts to interrupt, yet is cut off by your mother’s tsks again

She comments on your clothing. One of your favorite outfits, made to ruin by her. The colours, the fabric, the style is all criticized

Then, your body

You flinch when a finger sharply pokes your stomach

“And I thought they would feed you less, here”

The comment stings, and has both, you and your girlfriend, tense up. Her, in anger. You seem to only shrink into yourself

You know, she’s looking for a way to keep back your mother without causing offense. She is still your mother, after all

You hold back your tears when you’re criticized again, your hair, your face, your arms and hands

“I love them and how they look”, your girlfriend protests when your look as a whole is criticized

This makes you jump in surprise, and whimper when it causes your mother to finally turn to your partner

She examines her, as if determining her worth

She scowls at the tattoo on her forehead, yet her features soften at beautiful hair, a regal-looking face, a smooth neck sporting a necklace with a very obviously expensive gemstone

Smooth skin and a seductive figure, a beautiful, if gothic, dress clinging to her and hugging her body and curves perfectly

Your mother laughs for a moment

And it stings when she points out: you’re not at all worth your girlfriend’s time

Of course, your lover immediately corrects this. She assures: you’re her everything

And yet it is only met with a scowl

Your eyes snap back to your mother when she calls your name, her own eyes icy cold

Upon being asked how much money you make, you fall silent

Living at the castle and being in this relationship, you don’t make any. You work, yet not for money, but to support the staff and ultimately Alcina. You don’t get paid, simply work to keep busy and support

After all, why would you be in need of money? Your girlfriend’s money is yours, now. And hers is Alcina’s. Being paid for your work would only come from your own pocket, ultimately

You don’t dare tell your mother about this. You refuse to risk her taking any of the money that belongs to the Dimitrescu family. A warm flutter spreads in your chest momentarily as you realize: it includes you now

Yet, this doesn’t satisfy at all, and you flinch as she throws up her hands and yells

After all, she sent you to this place to earn money for her! And here you are, empty handed and happy? She’s fuming

She screams, calls you a mistake, a waste

When your lover steps in front of you, arms crossed and yelling back at last no matter the consequence, you take it as an opportunity to slip out the room

You run, tears blurring your vision as you sob so violently, your body trembles

You aren’t even sure where you’re running off to, or for how long you have been running

You’re ashamed as the staff sees you sob and run last them. You just want to get out of sight

You’re running fast, and before you know it, push through several doors until you burst into a room

Only when Alcina gasps in surprise at the intrusion do you notice you’ve stumbled, seemingly automatically, into her office

Her eyes are wide, and for a moment she looks ready to strike

Then, her eyes soften. She knows the little human that has stumbled into her study. You are no mere staff member- you are the that has wooed her daughter

She frowns in concern at your state. Your heart beats so fast, unnaturally so. You’re distressed

Your expression is pained, and tears stick to your cheeks and jawline

She can’t help but care for you. You are important to her precious daughter- as such you have grown into the countess quite a lot

You sob quietly as she gets off her chair and moves towards you. A door is closed, and a large hand sets on your backside

It’s guiding you, you realize, towards the large chair in the corner

To your surprise though, she sits down before you can. To your even grander surprise, you’re lifted on her lap

Ignoring the blush of embarrassment on your cheeks, you can’t help but reach out to feel the fabric of her dress

For a moment, Alcina watches you as you fiddle with it. It seems to help you, even as you still cry a little

You feel her large hand on your back, the other set over your knee, covering it whole. Her thighs are large and steady, but comfortable, and there is a warmth naturally radiating from her body that the sisters seem to lack

You feel grounded, with her here. It makes you feel better, even as you sit in silence

You find three loose strands on the dress, and she watches curiously as your fingers immediately move to it

Her hand hovers, ready to stop should you pull like her two youngest daughters like to do

You aren’t, though. Alcina watches in confusion as you begin braiding the little strings between your small fingers

You work gently, and meticulously

When you finish, you trace the tiny braid

“What meticulous grace you possess, little one”, she praises, her eyebrow raised curiously as she traces the tiny thing with her index fingertip

You can’t help but feel a light, happy feeling in your chest at her words, and feel it settle there among the darkness caused by your mother’s words

Your tears have dried, and yet new ones roll down your cheeks at the mere memory of her words just before

You aren’t quite sure you’re ready to share her words yet, but thankfully, there is no need

You feel her move about, until you find yourself pulled close to her, with your head comfortably resting against her chest. It’s rare you feel this at ease, even as sobs wretch your body. You feel warm when her arm slings around you, as though protecting you from the evil of this world

You see now, how the sisters are so devoted to their mother. You couldn’t quite understand from your own experience, but it’s clear: Alcina is different from your mother in every way

You sob quietly as you turn, your body tucked into hers. Due to her height, you fit perfectly against her stomach and chest

You cringe a little as you notice your tears wet her expensive dress, yet as you attempt to pull away, a hand comes up to the back of your head

Not strong, or forceful. Not even threatening. Reassuring, rather. She wants to keep you there

“Don’t mind them, little one. Tell me what happened”, she demands gently

You feel yourself relaxing against her, your hand coming up to hold onto her dress

When you open your mouth, it takes a few second for words to spill out. Then, you can’t stop yourself

You cry as you talk, slurring and stuttering, whimpering and trembling. But her piercing, golden eyes are warm and stay on you, and her arms do not untangle from around you. She does not interrupt you either, and yet it feels like she understands every little of your broken words

Her brows furrow in anger quickly at the words spilling from your lips

How dare someone treat you this way? Alcina thinks a lot of you. Obviously, or else she would not allow her daughter to be with you. She would not have a fool for her precious darlings, after all

Lucky for you, Alcina approves of you. And as such, she is enraged by your mother’s words

“Unworthy?!”, she gasps, utterly shocked upon hearing your mother said such a thing

“I am yet to deem people unworthy”, she protests. A silent, but honest phrase. You catch the meaning: you are worthy, according to all whose opinion matters

You feel yourself calming down a little again as she talks, praise after praise of your qualities falling from her lips

You’re quite surprised she has paid you much mind, really, but feel content in her arms

Eventually, as she talks, you feel yourself calming down

Your head is tilted upwards against her chest, and you feel your eyes slipping shut as she traces your features with her fingertip

Alcina watches curiously as she does this, first tracing your brow and nose, then your cheek

She remembers doing this the first time, with her eldest daughter back when she was a child and experienced distress the first time. Seeing as it calmed her down greatly, it’s now her go-to

And it seems to calm you, too

You don’t notice you’re hugging her and pushed up against her until she shifts her arms and you find yourself curled up in her spacious lap

Through heavy eyes you see her pick up a book, and with a tired smile on your lips, you cuddle closer as she begins to read

You don’t recall the last time you felt this relaxed with anyone that wasn’t your lover

As her words turn muffled the more sleep takes over you, your eyes feel heavier and heavier

Your mother’s words no longer linger on your mind, instead all you focus on is the comfort and love you feel in the moment, the happiness and acceptance

You don’t notice when your eyes slip shut, but with a smile, you fall asleep at last

An hour later or so, Alcina jumps when her door is slammed open again

This time, her daughter is the one entering the room, her fist clenched and a scowl on her face

“Mother, I’m going to kill someone!”

She laughs fondly at the remark, the book clasping close as she rests it on the small, unoccupied space left on her lap

Just as her daughter attempts to sit down there too, she shrieks in surprise and swarms backwards upon finding the space occupied by- you

Alcina smiles at the adorable expression on her face

She pulls you a little closer, then extends her arm and gently pulls her confused daughter closer

“Come here, my little fly”, she coos, sensing the woman’s anger at your mother. As expected, she purrs and eagerly leans into the countess’s touch

Alcina smiles lovingly as she, at last, too climbs into her lap, settling comfortably and purring contentedly

Even in your sleep, you feel your lover pull you closer, and even as you sleep; a small smile shows on your lips