#c: bela dimitrescu

[valleynix]

sharing my top three favorite pictures of the fruit flies because i’m gay and i can

#bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #LOOK AT THEIR SMILES #ugh #bela: >:) #cass: c:< #dani: >:D #please i love them so much #it’s so unhealthy but idc #red flags mean nothing to me when they’re hot #they killed people? suddenly my moral compass is nonexistent

[highlifeboat]

Bela wrung her hands together, pacing the floor just outside her mother’s personal quarters. She could hear the woman talking on the phone on the other side, most likely to Mother Miranda. Which most likely meant it was not a pleasant conversation. The eldest inhaled, silently debating if she was better off trying to do this later. She’d hate to catch her mother in a bad mood, and the fear of how she would react to the blonde’s news had Bela’s mind swimming with all sorts of anxieties.

Perhaps she could get away with saying nothing at all and just… hoping things worked out. She didn’t want to cause trouble, even if her sisters had been doing their best to reassure her there was nothing to worry over.

“Mama loves us no matter what. She says so all the time!” Daniela told her.

“In fact, she might love you more when you tell her.” Cassandra agreed.

Bela sighed. She wasn’t sure she fully believed either of them. Of course mother loved them dearly, but this was not the same as when they’d broken her favourite vase.

Her ear twitched when she heard the subtle click of the phone being hung up, her pacing coming to a halt. A large part of her wanted to turn around and leave, lie to herself that she would try again later.

The other part just wanted it over with so it wouldn’t burden her mind anymore.

Straightening herself, she took a breath and knocked on the door.

“Yes?” Came her mother’s voice.

“It’s me, Mama.” Bela answered. “I… want to speak with you.”

“Of course, little one, come in.”

She wasted no time in entering the room, gently shutting the door behind her. Her mother didn’t look away from the vanity mirror, applying a layer of lipstick as Bela moved quietly across the room, taking a seat on the sofa.

Her mother glanced at her through the mirror, catching the way she was fidgeting. “What’s the matter, fiul meu?”

Bela’s ears twitched down for a split second, and she cleared her throat. “Mama, do you… Are you… happy that I was born a boy?”

Her mother paused. “...What an odd question…” She mused. “I can’t say I’m upset over it. Why?”

“W-Well, what I mean is… Would you prefer it if I… wasn’t?”

Her mother turned to fully face her, and Bela swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. “I love you regardless, darling.” She moved to gently cup Bela’s face. “You are more than a manthing, you’re my son. I love you just as much as your sisters–”

“No!” Bela stood, flies starting to buzz with her growing nerves.

“Bela–”

“I–I’m not a boy!” She yelled, claws digging into the palm of her hand.

Her mother blinked. “...I’m sorry?” She asked after a moment.

Bela could hear her nonexistent heart pounding in her ears. “I am not a boy. I don’t want to be a boy anymore. I try, Mama, but it’s not… right.” She shifted on her feet. “A–And I know Mother Miranda doesn’t approve of these things, but I–I am a girl. I am a girl, and I want to dress like one, and look like one, and I… I’m sorry…” She crossed her arms over her stomach. “I’m sorry if you don’t approve of it, either, but I needed to tell you, e–even if you hate me for it.”

There was silence between the two for a moment. Bela stared at the floor as she awaited some kind of response. Eventually, her mother lifted her up, setting the blonde on her lap and giving her a kiss on her head.

“I could never hate you, little one….” She mused, rubbing gentle circles on the girl’s back. “I love you too much.” She gave her another kiss on the forehead, getting a content sigh from the blonde. “Your sisters–”

“They know…” Bela hummed. “They, uhm… They’ve known for a little while….”

Her mother nodded. “Well then, we should have you fitted for some proper dresses soon, shouldn’t we?” She smiled. “And perhaps notify the staff not to refer to you as ‘master’ anymore.”

“And… what about the family? Mother Miranda? Should I tell them?”

“Only if you wish to. Though I imagine Mother Miranda may be the only one who sees any… issue.” She huffed a little. “But we can deal with her when the time comes. For now, just know you have your sisters, and myself, to support you.”

Bela sighed, finally relaxing into the warmth. “Thank you, Mama.”

“Of course, fetita mea.”

#idk bela coming out drabble before bed ig #because i c a n #bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #drabbles

[mrswint3rs]

Best Friends Older Sister

pairing- MODERN AU Bela Dimitrescu x Fem! reader

summary- You and your best friend’s sister have some unspoken chemistry

a/n- i was gonna do more with this but lost motivation

25 days of kinkmas day 5 - slight sadomasochism stuff ig

NSFW WARNING:

                 contains- Mentions of reader having family problems/insecurities, oral sex (f!receiving), dom! bela sub! reader, slight sadism ig, clit pinching, forbidden romance/lust, mutual lusting, slight age gap (Reader is 19 and Bela is 24)

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You've been best friends with the middle Dimitrescu sister, Cassandra. For as long as you can remember. Having met through high-school as misfits, the two of you became instant friends.

You even went to the same college when you got older. Even though you were drastically different in many ways, you understood each-other with ease. You told each-other everything. Be it life struggles, random thoughts, or whatever else. You trusted one another with everything.

But there was one thing you couldn't bring yourself to tell her despite all this. You had an undeniable attraction to her older sister, Bela. You told yourself you would never act on it, never thought you'd have a chance. Bela was like a walking goddess. Her black lipstick perfect, never cracking. Along with her pale skin and dark makeup so bewitching and her gothic style. Her eyes, beautifully golden, spoke so many words. Especially when they looked at you.

Cass lived with two sisters, Daniela, and Bela. You'd known the three for about as long as you'd known Cassandra. They were all similar in style, but they didn't stick out to you as much as the eldest did. It wasn't just her looks or the way she carried herself. You were drawn to her sensible demeanor. She simply knew what she was doing and exactly what she wanted. She was intimidating, yet enticing.

You always had troubles with fitting in until you met Cassandra and her family. They were unique but they felt like home, never judging you.

In a way, the Dimitrescu household was like a second home to you. You often stayed over when you got a break from college. You absolutely despised staying in the school dorms. Your roommate was insufferable. Your personalities and different living habits constantly clashed. It was just easier to stay with the sisters who you actually got along with.

They always made things interesting, not like most people. You've spent a few holidays with them even. You weren't very close with your own family after moving away, nor did you have any siblings growing up. It was fun with them. The way they constantly bickered with each other over the dumbest things. And they included you.

It's been a few weeks since you've been over. Mostly because of upcoming midterms, but also because of your growing guilt.

You'd always told yourself nothing would happen with Bela, as much as you wanted something to happen. You told yourself it was just a meaningless crush. Nothing more, nothing less. Even with all the glances you shared, her constant teasing of you. You didn't think you had a chance anyway. Not to mention, you felt like it was weird to have feelings for your best friend's sister. You thought she was out of your league. She was older, so sure of herself. You were in shock when something did happen, and Bela was the one to instigate it.

As usual you were over at the house, waiting for Cass to get off work. Daniela was out, leaving you and Bela alone.

That's when she kissed you. Not just a simple kiss, but one that was full of pent up desire. It was intense, after the awkward small talk and side eye glances. She knew how you felt, you made it so obvious. She noticed everything. The way you were constantly staring at her thinking you were being subtle, and how nervous and red faced you got at her teasing. But you never noticed how she was looking back. That passionate moment between you was cut short at the sound of Daniela's car pulling into the driveway. Bela pulled her lips from yours with a smirk. You were completely caught off guard and didn't know what to say. Yet she was so calm, acting as if nothing happened as Daniela came inside.

You ended up going home later that night, not saying a word about it to Cass. You could hardly believe it happened yourself. You couldn't get it off your mind. It felt so wrong yet so right at the same time.

Even three weeks later, you couldn't stop thinking about the interaction. It was just a kiss.

Your thoughts were later quelled at the sound of your phone. Cassandra texted, asking you to come over. You knew you couldn't avoid her forever, so you agree. You didn't want her to think you were cutting her off or something.

When you pull into the driveway you find Cassandra's car isn't there. You don't think too much of it as you head inside. But you notice Cass really wasn't there, only Bela.

"Well, look who it is." she taunts with a playful grin. "I was scared you'd avoid me forever.."

You're utterly confused. Cass was the one who asked you to come over, yet she's nowhere to be seen. "Where's everyone at?" you ask, completely avoiding the confrontation of what happened the last time you were over.

"Cass is at work for the next hour or so." She replies, "Daniela is over at a 'friends' house. So it's just us, little one."

That didn't make much sense. Why would Cass invite you over if she was at work? She could sense your confusion. "But I got a text...?"

"She left her phone at home by mistake," she giggles, "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. I missed you, and she's the only one who has your number."

She was being so direct with you, unlike her usual teasing. She always left you questioning whether or not you were just being too hopeful.

"Why?" You ask. She laughs at your question. You were so visibly anxious, just standing there in the doorway awkwardly.

"You poor thing, so clueless." She teases. "Why don't we go to my room and I'll just show you why. Unless you can't handle it?"

Your heart almost stops. Her tone was so seductive, there's no way to misinterpret it this time. She was making her intentions known.

You put your fears aside and follow her to her bedroom. You'd stayed over many times but you'd never been in her private space. Even her room was beautiful. She had a queen sized bed, complimented with red and black satin bedding. Everything in there matched her aura perfectly.

You get comfortable on her mattress, removing your shoes and laying back. She soon joins you. "Comfy?"

Without answering, you act on impulse, pulling her in for a kiss. You're hoping you weren't reading too much into it. Your overthinking stops once she reciprocates, moving on top of you and bringing a hand up to cup your jaw. Her lips were so pleasingly soft, but her movements were rough. Her teeth took hold of your lower lip, teasingly tugging before diving back in and kissing you deeply.

You moan softly into her mouth as it goes on to be more heated. You start to get more secure beneath her, letting your hands wander up her back of her shirt.

"Mnn...finally gaining some confidence are we?" She pulls away smiling pridefully. "Why don't we spice things up a bit, little one? Be a good girl and strip for me."

Your face flushes once more but you don't hesitate to obey. Quickly, you remove your top, letting it fall to the floor.

"Such a pretty girl," she praises, "and you're mine, aren't you?" She watches proudly as you remove the remainder of your clothes, awaiting your answer.

"Yes ma'am...all yours." You were fully unsheathed for her. You prayed that you wouldn't be interrupted this time. You'd dreamed of this, never expecting it to become reality. But it was. You were bare, dripping on her bed, with her ready between your thighs.

She grins, seeing the anticipation in your eyes before pressing a few soft kisses to your clit. She was just teasing you with the heat of her breath.

"You want it?" Bela queries and you nod eagerly. She knew you wanted it, she just wanted you to say it. "Ask nicely." She urges.

You felt a bit skittish and on the spot. You're hesitant to speak the words she wants to hear aloud. But with a cruel pinch to your clit, your mouth opens, letting out a pained whine.

"P-please!" you cry as she keeps a tight squeeze on you. "Please what? Don't be shy, you can say it." She was thoroughly enjoying the way you were squirming.

"Please, I want you to eat my pussy.." You cave at her sadistic disciplining.

"There you go, lovely. Was that so hard?" She releases your clit, still grinning slyly. She loved the raw sounds you made when you were impelled. Along with that look of fear in your eyes. But as much as she loved tormenting you, she wanted to please you first. Your cunt was so wet and needy in front of her face.

"Your pretty pussy has been lonely lately, huh? You're such a needy little thing I can tell it's been a while since you've been touched." Despite her tantalization, knowing you were craving her so much turned her on greatly.

She finally gives in and plunges her face into your wet heat. The way you mewl drives her mad. Her tongue laps at every fold and crevice, wanting to taste every part of you.

She groans into you as she feels your hand desperately gripping her hair. You couldn't help it with the way she was devouring you. Every flick of her tongue was determined. She wanted to give you something memorable, so she'd stay on your mind always. She couldn't stand the feeling of you avoiding her. You were hers.

She sucks and laps at your clit furiously, she couldn't get enough of your sweet sounds. Your thighs clenched together so tightly against her as you writhed. Even more so when she spreads you further, licking at your most sensitive glands.

"F-fuck, gonna cum..." you whimper, your hips thrashing wildly. This only urges her to throw in her fingers. Her tongue continues in a gratifying pattern, while simultaneously finger fucking you into your orgasm.

You cream around her fingers, your walls convulsing as you reach your peaks. Your throat was dry from the heavy breathing and cries escaping it.

"Aww, what a mess," she taunts as she departs from you. "What do you say, hm?"

"T-thank you.." you manage to respond.

"Mhm, good girl. Maybe next time, I'll let you try and please me. Cass is going to be home soon. Don't worry though lovely, it'll be our secret."

mlist

#bela dimitrescu #bela x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil 8 #re8 village #re8 #resident evil #resident evil x reader #wlw #fem reader #modern au #age g4p #smut #fanfiction

[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

#alcina dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #deluded anon #Mommy issues #-maybe!

[ctitan98official]

Bela Dimitrescu long lost child AU

Alright, I’ve been wanting to do one of these AUs for Bela for soooo long lol. I was just having trouble figuring out the set up. Anyway, super excited to share this! Let’s get into it!

It’s been a hard winter in the village. You can barely keep yourself fed. Doing odd jobs here and there isn’t paying the bills and you’re becoming desperate. You sigh as you realize what you need to do.

You need to inquire about a job at castle Dimitrescu.

Lady Dimitrescu provides payment as well as lodging and meals to her staff. It’s your last hope.

So, this morning, you made the trek all the way up the mountain. As you trudge through the snow, your thoughts drift to your mama, as they always do. You miss her so much.

The last time you saw her was when you were 4 years old. Your memory of her face is murky at best, but her voice? You’ll never forget it.

It was smooth and rich. It always brought you comfort and you loved when she sang you lullabies.

Sadly, she had gotten very sick one year and the villagers called Mother Miranda to come and make a house call.

The situation must have been dire because the priestess whisked your mama away and you never saw her again. She’s… Gone. She has to be. There’s no other explanation for her not coming back to you.

But, things are a lot more complicated than they seem…

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All of her undead life, Bela has felt incomplete. Like… She was missing something. It’s a hollow feeling and she hates it. While she tries to find fulfillment in things like the arts and reading… It doesn’t cure the deep loneliness she’s afraid will last forever.

However, the minute you set foot in the castle… Bela feels it. That thing that has seemingly been missing all of her life? It’s close. She has to go and find out what it could be. She swarms high and low, checking every corner, before her search leads her to the main entrance.

You are currently talking with the head maid about her arranging a position for you on the castle staff, but the minute Bela spots you she knows that she’s found what she’s looking for.

Your scent, while definitely intoxicating to her because of your blood, is familiar and… Calming. Has she met you before somewhere? She can’t help herself and walks right up to you, analyzing you intently.

You and the head maid pause in your conversation and look at her warily.

“C-can I help you, lady Bela?” The maid squeaks out.

Bela shakes her head no, not even bothering to look at the maid, and waves a hand to dismiss her.

The maid nods quickly and books it out of the room as quickly as she can.

Seeing the head maid haul her ass as soon as Bela showed up freaks you the hell out. Oh, shit. The Dimitrescus really are as scary as the rumors make them out to be.

You and Bela stare silently at each other for a moment before you clear your throat. “Hi,” You say softly, giving her a nervous grin.

Bela involuntarily purrs at the sound of your timid voice. How… Absolutely adorable. She takes one step closer and gently smiles at you. “Hello, little one,” She greets.

Your eyes shoot wide open as you hear her voice for the first time. The same voice that used to sing you to sleep and read you stories. You can’t tell by the way she looks, but… Is this really her?

“Mama?” You ask.

Bela blinks rapidly. What… What did you just call her? She feels something tickling the back of her brain in remembrance at the title. She slowly reaches out a hand to touch your face, completely consumed by your presence. But, the minute her fingers grace your skin, it’s like a shot of lightning running right up her spine. Memories of her life before the cadou and coming to live in the castle flood her brain. Memories of her life with… You.

Holding you, nursing you, changing you… It’s all there. The thing that she’s been missing for so long… Was her little baby. “Y/N?” She asks, feeling her eyes well up with tears.

You are awestruck. You nod your head, suddenly unable to speak.

Bela cries and pulls you close, wrapping her arms around you and holding you tight. “Y/N… My little baby,” She sobs, burying her face in your hair.

You feel your own eyes blur as you begin to cry as well. You are so… Relieved. You’re not alone in the world anymore. Your mama is back. You found her.

Bela feels her heart ache as you cry on her shoulder. “Shh, shh, shh, mama’s here, Y/N. I’m here now,” She soothes. She easily picks you up and brings you over to a nearby bench. She sits down and pulls you onto her lap, wiping your eyes. “Everything is going to be alright, Y/N. We’re together now,” She says softly and kisses your forehead.

You give her a watery smile and bury your face in the crook of her neck, enjoying the feeling of her holding you again. She’s so warm…

Bela runs her fingers up and down your back as she rocks you gently. Her entire being is thrumming with satisfaction now that she has her little one back.

The two of you stay like that, with you eventually falling asleep on her, and are undisturbed until Bela hears Alcina calling for her nearby.

“Bela? Where are you, draga?” She says.

“By the main entrance, mother,” Bela quietly answers back, knowing that her mother will hear her and not wanting to wake you up.

Needless to say, Alcina is shocked to discover her oldest cradling a random full-grown person in her arms. “Bela? What on earth-”

"Hush, mother! You’ll wake, Y/N!” She whispers frantically.

Alcina crinkles her eyebrows in confusion but decides to settle next to her daughter before asking any more questions. She watches Bela for a moment as she checks to make sure you’re still asleep and brushes some hair out of your face.

What… The hell is going on? “Alright, draga. Care to fill me in?” She whispers.

Bela looks guiltily over at her mother. “Promise you won’t be mad?” She asks with a nervous grin.

Alcina rolls her eyes and sighs. This is all of her daughters’ go-to defense when they’ve done something. “Spill it, draga,” She says tiredly.

“I… Y/N is my… Child. Well, I mean, they’re an adult now, obviously, but what I’m trying to say is-”

“WHAT?!” Alcina suddenly yells in surprise.

Well, so much for not waking you up.

You startle at the loud noise and almost fall right off of Bela’s lap.

Thankfully, Bela catches you before you can hit the floor. “Mother!” She gripes at Alcina and checks to make sure you didn’t get hurt. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay?” She asks tenderly.

You’re incredibly groggy but nod your head and look around… Before catching the murderous glare Alcina is shooting you. You shrink back and hide your face in Bela’s front.

“Bela, if this is some kind of joke-”

“It’s not, mother!” Bela says, patting your back to comfort you as you flinch at Alcina’s tone. “I… Had Y/N before I came to live in the castle,” She reveals.

Alcina’s jaw damn near hits the floor. While Daniela, and sometimes Cassandra, have been known to tell tales… Bela is always honest with her. She must be telling the truth. Alcina closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath, before gesturing for the blonde to continue.

Bela sighs and turns to her mother. “I always… Knew something was missing in my life. You remember all the talks we’ve had about it,” Bela begins.

Alcina nods at this, recalling how Bela would often barrel into her room and sob as she confided in her about this.

“Well… Today, I felt like I was finally… Complete. When I made my way down here and saw Y/N, I didn’t know how, but I knew we were connected,” She explains.

With your mama holding you tightly, you finally feel brave enough to look over at Alcina. This time, her expression is gentle as she regards you. “I… Um… I didn’t recognize her by her looks, but… I remembered her voice from when I was little,” You offer.

Alcina’s eyes soften further at your statement.

“When I touched their cheek, all of the memories from my previous life came flooding back,” Bela says. “And… Well, now you know, mother. I hope you’re not upset,” She finishes.

“I can leave if you don’t want me here-” You try to say.

“Absolutely not, draga,” Alcina interrupts. “This makes you my grandchild. You’re staying here with us,” She smiles and leans over to kiss your cheek and Bela’s as well.

Your face burns at this. You once again bury your face into Bela’s front, but this time out of bashfulness.

Alcina and Bela giggle at how cute you are.

Bela hugs you tighter. “We have so much catching up to do, little one,” She tells you and nuzzles her face into your hair.

“That’s true, draga. And Y/N has two aunts to meet as well. Oh, your sisters will be so shocked,” Alcina grins.

Your head pops up in excitement. “I have aunts?!” You ask Bela.

Bela just groans. “Oh, great… That introduction is going to be chaos…” She mutters to herself.

Alcina laughs at Bela’s reaction. “It looks like our babies will be having their first playdate together very soon,” She teases.

Bela playfully rolls her eyes at this.

The three of you sit and chat for a little while.

You came here for a job and ended up finding your family… How lucky are you?

Note: Ooh… It will be very interesting to see how Cass and Dani will react to Y/N 😂 Stay tuned and thanks for reading!

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x y/n #y/n is stupid #resident evil imagines #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu

[neos-schlond-poofa]

The Parallels of Resident Lover

It is common knowledge within the Resident Lover fandom that there are many parallels in the game, namely Miranda and Bela. However. I am here to tell you there is a much more extreme and serious parallel, one that no one else has pointed out before.

Alcina Dimitrescu and Lois Griffin are parallels of each other. I know, I know, your mind MIGHT be blown right now, to the point where you don't get it. But do not fret, fellow Resident Lovers, for I am here to elaborate on the truth.

EXHIBIT A: APPEARANCES

It is no secret that both Alcina and Lois are, well, attractive. Lois Griffin is consistently called one of the hottest mothers in animation, while Alcina has a fanbase of dedicated people purely because of her appearance. These two ladies are naturally attractive; some people even call them MILFS. It's not just how hot the two are; they have different little things scattered throughout that are obviously meant to mirror each other. Lois has bright red lipstick, referencing her still mainly happy attitude, while Alcina has dark red lipstick, highlighting the dark secrets she holds. They both have earings; the earrings that Lois wears are much more modest, as she is a simple housewife that doesn't want to show off, while Alcina is rich and always ready to stun. They both wear pants. They both have short hair, representing their bold and headstrong attitudes, and it is styled in such a classy manner that upon seeing them, you know they will not mess around. Alcina is also canonically in her mid 40s, while Lois is 44.

Exhibit B: Parenthood

It can be argued that Alcina and Lois aren't the best mothers. And for the most part, neither of them even realize their faults. Furthermore, their children are all parallels of each other.

Bela and Chris - Blonde

Dani and Meg - Obvious Least Favorite

Cass and Stewie - Gays with a flair for the dramatic and their own silly best friends; Cass has Elena while Stewie has Rupert

This obviously it not a coincidence. The RL team is dedicated to making sure everything has meaning, including the own family dynamics present in their families.

Lois wasn't always a terrible mother. In early seasons, she could even be considered a good mother, even if she was sometimes a bit selfish. This is just like Alcina, but instead of it being early in the game, it is the interpretation of Alcina put in by the developers. Alcina being a bad mom in contrast to her amazing parenting skills in the original game is meant to specifically reference Lois randomly becoming a terrible mother.

Exhibit C: Their Own Families

Alcina and Lois both come from rich and powerful families. Alcina is from the Dimitrescu bloodline, while Lois is from the Pewterschmidt bloodline. Through their families, they both have a lot of money and property. Alcina most notably owns the manor present in the game and a castle, while Lois once inherits her aunt's mansion in the season 2 premiere, "Peter, Peter, Caviar Eater." While Lois opts to have a much more quiet and normal life, her family's worth can not be ignored. Having Alcina actively embrace the wealth her family brings contrasts Lois in such a stark way. After all, to be a parallel doesn't mean to be a carbon copy. They are not equal triangles; they are congruent.

Additionally, they both have odd brothers that they do not make much reference to and prefer to forget. Lois has Patrick and Alcina has Karl. One important thing to note is that Patrick's original voice actor was Robert Downey Jr. whilst Karl's last name is Heisenberg, the alias of Walter White. Who else is in the TV show of Walter White which is called Breaking Bad? Krysten Ritter, who plays Jessica Jones in the MCU. You see, it is easily all connected if you just take your thinking caps and your magnifying glass and look a bit close at the context clues.

Exhibit D: A Love For The Arts

What is Alcina and Lois, without their love for the arts? It is no secret that Alcina is a connoisseur of arts. She even teaches Women in Art at the university. She lives for art, and even expects her children to be the same way. Meanwhile, while it is less obvious for Lois, she is easily a huge fan of art. The biggest example is in the season 2 episode, "The King Is Dead," where she is committed to having the perfect play and gets mad when Peter "ruins" it. She appreciates the arts, and to see them be disrespected hurts her. Lois is also a teacher; while she is mainly known for being a housewife, she has had multiple different jobs, including once being a music teacher at school in the episode "Connie's Celica" in season 18 and consistently being a piano teacher throughout the series. Lois is a gifted piano player and is the main aspect of the arts she appreciates. For most people, they associate her piano playing with the opening of the TV Series, which goes from her casually playing the piano to a Broadway style number, which is obviously what inspired the decision to make Cass a theatre kid.

Exhibit E: Jazz Singers

While this may seem very minor, it is not. In the original game, Alcina was previously a jazz singer. Her favorite music genre is definitely jazz and she has a deep love for it. Meanwhile, Lois Griffin occasionally sings jazz throughout the series and the earliest prominent example of this in the series is the season 1 episode, "Mind Over Murder," where she begins to sing at the bar located in the basement of her house. Jazz is integral to Alcina... but would that be so true if Lois was not once a jazz singer? Her interest in jazz only exists because of Lois's connections to jazz as Alcina was directly written to be a parallel of her.

IN CONCLUSION

It is undeniable that Alcina was created to be a direct parallel to Lois Griffin. Her story simply wouldn't have the same emotional impact as it does if not for this. There is so much more that can be expanded upon as well, as I only scratched the surface of their parallels. I would like to thank Seth MacFarlane for making this all possible with the creation of Family Guy, and the Resident Lover Team for creating such a moving story. Truly, we need to stop this talk about the "Miranda and Bela" parallels now that I have revealed the truth. And, of course, you're welcome Resident Lover Team, for finally spreading the truth I know you've deeply been wishing to be discovered. Especially you, @dead-finch-420, mainly because I had to utilize some of your art pieces to make this post explaining what I'm sure you knew as you drew some of these pieces.

#resident lover #resident lover meme #resident evil #resident evil village #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #lois griffin

[silentcrowsilentravens]

Hello. I've been thinking about the daughters + Donna being ordered to kill the reader by MM but ending up finding themselves unable to go through with it.

I'm also thinking about this now.

Decided to leave the endings open :P

Donna Beneviento, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, and Daniela Dimitrescu being ordered to kill the reader by Mother Miranda, but finding themselves unable to go through with it.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: attempted murder.

Masterlists here!

Donna Beneviento

Donna's grip on the knife is unsteady.

You would probably wake up if she weren't shrouded in one of her illusions. You would hear her ragged, uneven breathing and poorly muffled crying.

Donna doesn't want you to see her. She doesn't want you to know that it's her.

This is undoubtedly the most difficult thing she has ever been made to do.

This will not be the first time she has taken a life. There have been those who ventured too far onto her property with ill intent.

Then, there were times when Mother Miranda pressured her into conducting Cadou experiments.

There was the gardener. He was first. It was an accident. One that still haunts Donna.

After her parents passed, he practically raised her. He was all she had.

She killed him.

And now, she's going to kill you. Because if she doesn't, Mother Miranda will. Miranda will draw it all out and make you suffer.

Donna will make it quick. You'll never even see it coming. This will simply be a sleep you never wake from.

She stands at your bedside, weapon at the ready. She can't put this off any longer.

You look so peaceful.

...She can't bring herself to move.

She can't do this. Donna has watched too many loved ones be put in the ground before their time. She isn't going to let you be one of them.

Suddenly, her illusion breaks.

The knife drops to the floor with an audible clatter.

The sound causes you to stir, and your sleep-addled brain slowly begins to process the sound of loud sobbing.

"...Donna...?"

You find her on her knees, folded in on herself with her palms flat on the hardwood.

"Hey... what happened? What's wrong?" You're beside her in an instant.

Donna grabs onto the front of your shirt and pulls you closer to her, burying her face against you. You can feel your collar quickly growing wet.

"I-I'm sorry! I can't—I c-can't do it!"

You tentatively wrap your arms around her. "Can't what? What are you talking about?"

"I-I—Mother Miranda, she wishes you d-dead... and she wants it done by m-my hand..."

You can feel your stomach drop. It is only now that you notice the knife on the floor.

"But I c-can't—I can't bring myself to go th-through with it... Please forgive m-me..."

"Donna..." You can't find any words. Your brain has yet to even fully process all of this.

Suddenly, she pulls away from you and looks you in the eye.

"Listen, if y-you love me as I do you... then you will leave and never return."

Bela Dimitrescu

Bela does not disobey. When something is expected of her, she does it without question.

So, of course, when Bela learns that the Mother Miranda has something to demand of her, she fully prepares to carry out whatever this thing is.

But then the order leaves Mother Miranda's lips.

Do it, she tells her. Or I will.

For a short while, Bela carries on as if nothing happened during that meeting. As if she doesn't have the weight of this task now resting upon her shoulders.

There shouldn't be any weight, shouldn't be a pit growing in her stomach as time goes on. Killing has been something that's always been natural to her. She's slaughtered many, and she's found it easy. She's found it fun.

However, this is different. Because you mean something to Bela.

You know, it's funny, she never thought she would get so close to a human. In the beginning, when she began to grow fond of you but still kept you at arm's length, it was because she was afraid of something like this happening.

She's had nightmares about things like this.

She has to go through with it, though. She doesn't have a choice.

When Bela decides to get it over with before this eats at her any longer, before Mother Miranda does it for her and you're worse off for it, she finds you out in the courtyard. She ignores the harsh bite of the approaching winter as she walks up behind you.

For far too long, she stands there, unmoving.

You must eventually sense her presence because you turn around and jump slightly. "Hey. You scared me."

"My apologies," she says softly.

"It's a bit too cold for you to be out here, isn't it?"

"I'm fine."

Concern immediately overtakes your features. "I can see you shivering, Bela. Go bundle up if you want to be here! I don't want you to catch your death out here—"

Bela lets her hand fall from the handle of her sickle, the last of the resolve she built crumbling.

She can't. She cares for you too much.

She speaks your name, cutting you off. "...I need to speak to you about something important. Let's head somewhere more private."

Cassandra Dimitrescu

You know something is... off well before the incident. Cassandra seems like she's trying to avoid you, and when you are around her, she acts cold and distant.

It's frustrating. You haven't the faintest idea what triggered this switch in her and she won't tell you. You plead and beg her to just talk to you. Even if she wants you to piss off, can't she just say that instead of keeping quiet and staring past you with this unreadable expression on her face? It hurts.

It hurts and Cassandra knows that it does.

She seldom feels guilt, but this eats at her despite the fact that she doesn't stop.

This is necessary. All of this is necessary.

If Cassandra doesn't do this, then Mother Miranda will and you'll be even worse off.

If she doesn't pull away, then she can't do this at all. Cassandra has never had to work up the nerve to kill someone before. Half the time, she hardly even thinks about it before she goes through with it. Often, she draws the process out. But, by the Black God, Cassandra is struggling to find it in her to kill you.

It will be easier if she breaks the bond you've spent building with her first, right?

When the day comes, she seems to have all but vanished from the castle.

That is until she's pushing you into a room and shutting the door behind her.

You stumble a bit but catch yourself. "Cassandra?" you utter in confusion.

You can't see her eyes. Her head is ducked down and her hood is casting most of her face in shadow. No words leave her lips. At this point, you don't know why you expected any different.

Slowly, she begins to close the distance between you, wrapping her hand around the handle of her sickle.

"...Cass? What are you doing?" Your back hits a wall. "Cassie?"

Cassandra stops just a foot short of you, finally pulling her weapon from its sheath.

And suddenly, you find it in yourself to laugh. It is quite possibly the most strained and shakiest laugh you have ever uttered, but it leaves you regardless. "I guess I'm right, then."

Shut up, Cassandra thinks. Stop talking. This is already hard enough.

"You've finally gotten bored with me, huh?"

"No."

Your gaze darts from the sickle up to her face.

"No," Cassandra repeats. "I told you I would never."

She'll make this as quick and painless for you as she can. In a flash, she raises her sickle and swings it at you.

You brace yourself.

She...

The tip of the blade strikes the stone beside your head.

She...

Ugh!

"Damn you." A tear slips down Cassandra's cheek. "Damn you and what you've done to me!"

She waves her weapon towards the door.

"Leave."

You don't move.

"Leave! Do you hear me? Get out of here! If I ever see your face around this village again, I won't let you leave alive!"

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela has always been brazen with her affection for you. There's no doubt about that. She always goes out of her way to ensure you know how much she loves you.

However, you feel as though Daniela has been extra affectionate lately.

As in, you're starting to suspect that something is going on.

You've brought your concerns up to her more than once, but received similar answers every time that all sum up to this: Nothing is wrong. Why would something be wrong? Daniela just loves to love you!

Okay, you think. You're worrying over nothing.

(If something was wrong, Daniela would probably just tell you, anyway. She usually does. She doesn't like to keep her feelings inward).

But one day, as you're passing by her room, you hear crying.

You stop and knock on the door. "Dani? You alright?"

You can hear her sniffle before she goes quiet for a moment.

You aren't supposed to know. You're supposed to be dead, but Daniela keeps putting it off.

She decided that she wanted to make your remaining days as pleasant as she could, but all the time she's been spending with you has just made this task feel even more difficult.

Briefly, a thought passes through the back of Daniela's head. She could take you by surprise here and now. She could.

She has to. She needs to do this before it's too late.

"...Daniela?"

She eyes the blade sitting on her bedside table.

She slowly reaches for it...

Then lets her hand drop back onto the bed.

"No," she finally says, her voice cracking. "I'm not."

"Can I come in?"

"...Yes."

The moment you open the door and cross the threshold, Daniela practically launches herself at you. If the doorframe wasn't there to catch you, you would've fully toppled over. Her hold is a tad bit crushing.

"I'm sorry," she sobs into the fabric of your shirt, "I'm such an awful girlfriend."

"No, you're not. What are you talking about?"

"I am! I've been lying to you!"

#resident evil x reader #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #donna beneviento #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #donna beneviento x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #dimitrescu daughters

[snakeskins-world]

Just noticed this.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

A,B,C,D. The first four letters of the alphabet.

#resident evil village 8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #residentevil #resident evil #lady dimitrescu #countess alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #dimitrescu family #Dimitrescu's

[flannel-valkyrie]

Bela Dimitrescu NSFW Headcanons

A/N: This is a NSFW alphabet that i wrote for my moon, @dimitrescusistersplssteponme who is an absolute simp for the Dimitrescu sisters.

This work of fiction is 18+ and NSFW so if you are under that age DNI!

Enjoy the smut, you whores (affectionate)! Bela x Afab!reader with Gender Neutral Pronouns!

~ A (Aftercare)= Bela is a very giving partner. She will be happy if you give her aftercare, but if you don't, she's fine with that, too. She will gladly give you A+ aftercare after every round. She'll clean you up, give you a massage, and insist you drink some water, eat something, or rest. She'll even read to you or prepare a bubble bath if you wish. She truly cares for her lover and will do anything to make them comfortable.

 B= Bela's personal favorite body part is her legs. She likes how slender yet slightly muscular they are, and she finds them very pleasant to look at. This is one of the reasons why modern Bela wears shorts/short dress often. Her favorite body part on her partner would be their boobs. Big boobs, small boobs, any boobs, and all boobs! She would love to bury her face in between her partners breasts and never leave (And on the plus side, boobs make great pillows, which make them a superior body part).

 C= Bela doesn't like to make things too messy in her daily life, but she doesn't mind if things get messy in bed. She secretly loves it if her Lover covers her face (or any part of her body, really) in their cum, but she would never admit it. Bela would personally rather cum on her partner than inside of them. She has no problem stuffing them full of her cum (if she has a cock), but she would rather see them covered in it. She loves to cum on her Lovers boobs and thighs the most.

 D= Bela's dirty secret is that she enjoys being covered in her partners cum or covering them in her cum. Usually she likes to be open and honest with her partners about her kinks, but for some reason she has always felt kind of awkward about liking that sort of thing. The only time she would tell her partner is if she was with them for a long time and knew they wouldn't judge her.

 E= Bela has been in multiple relationships and is rather experienced when it comes to sex. In her life, she has had sex about eight times, all with women. She has never left her partners unsatisfied, always making sure they're okay with what she's doing and having a good time. She is experienced with all kinds of different things, from kissing, to oral, to fucking her partner with a strap on.

 F= Bela's favorite position is cowgirl. She loves to be on top of her partner to watch their boobs bounce and watch their reactions as she fucks them/rides them. If you do this position, be prepared to have a million hickeys where only her will ever see. She loves discreetly marking her partner as hers and hers only.

 G= Bela tends to be more serious during sex, but she doesn't mind joking around sometimes. She just gets really focused on pleasuring her partner. Or she's too busy eating them out to even think about joking around.

 H= Bela prefers to keep herself trimmed. She prefers to be clear of body hair, and she waxes everything. She likes having her pussy nice and smooth. As for her partner, it’s their body, their choice. If they have a lot of hair down there, or are completely hairless, she doesn't really care. She finds her partner attractive either way. It's not her decision to make. Body hair is a natural thing, and she doesn't mind her partner having it at all.

 I= It depends on what kind of mood Bela is in. If she's feeling angry, frustrated, or has been teased, sex is more likely to be very intense. If her partner is up for it, she will make them cum multiple times. She will tease them as much as she wants and test their limits, but if they tell her to stop, she will do so immediately and either continue gently or stop completely. If she's feeling sad, tired, or particularly affectionate, sex will be more intimate and softer. She'll hold her partner close and leave soft kisses on their neck, boobs, and thighs instead of hickeys. On average, she can be pretty rough, but there's always level or intimacy and care.

 J= Bela doesn't really masturbate that much if she has a partner. Not only does she not have the time to do so, but if she does, she'll just reach out to her lover. If her lover isn't in the mood for sex, she won't guilt trip them, though. She'll just go somewhere private and finger herself until she makes herself cum, moaning her partners name softly under her breath. If she's single, she will masturbate more often, but still not that much. Maybe three times a week at most.

 K= Bela's kinks include Dirty Talk, Nipple Play, Overstimulation, Edging, Blood Play, Knife Play, Teasing, Telephonicophilia (Phone Sex)

 L= Bela isn't too picky, but she prefers to do anything sexual in private. The bed, the countertops, the shower; basically anywhere with a door that locks work for her. She also likes supplies for Aftercare to be accessible, so having sex in Castle Dimitrescu is her preferred place to do the deed. However, if her partner doesn't mind waiting a little while for proper aftercare, Bela doesn't mind having sex elsewhere, as long as no one is around. She doesn't want anyone else seeing her lover’s naked body.

 M= Teasing automatically makes her horny. Acting on any one of her kinks is also sure to motivate her to have sex. If her partner wears anything revealing or begs to be touched, they might as well just get comfortable on the bed, because they're not going anywhere for a while. It's not too hard to get Bela horny, though she does have pretty good self-control, so don't expect to just have sex. She's definitely going to tease or edge her partner a bit first.

  N= Anything Noncon is a no, even if it's consensual Noncon. It makes her extremely uncomfortable and will ruin the mood immediately. Anything that makes her partner uncomfortable is also a turn off for her. Hurting her partner too much also is a turn off for her. Another major turn off is anything to do with furries; she has nothing against them, and she doesn't mind people that are furries, they just creep her out.

 O= Bela is very skilled at giving oral, and she loves giving it, too. She loves the taste of her lovers cum as she eats them out/sucks them off. She likes receiving, but she much prefers giving. Having her mouth on her partner is one of her favorite things. But if her partner wants to eat her out, she'll gladly lean back and enjoy herself, or sit on their face and ride their tongue. Whichever you prefer~

 P= Bela's pace depends on her mood, or her partner’s needs. She likes being rough and watching her lover get lost in the pleasure, but she also enjoys taking things slower and thoroughly touch every single part of her lover’s body. As stated before, sex with Bela is usually rough with a level of intimacy and tenderness. Its softer and slower if she's sad, tired, or upset. If she's angry, frustrated, or her partner teases her, it's usually fast and rough.

 Q= Bela only really enjoys quickies if her partner is so desperate that they just can't wait, but she isn't too much of a fan. She much prefers to take her time with her partner and savor their body. She doesn't like to rush her lover’s pleasure. (edited)

 R= Bela prefers to not be risky when it comes to location, liking to be in a comfortable and familiar place. As for experimentation, she will gladly try any kinks with her partner, except for her hard no's or turn offs. She also won't try anything that her lover says no to or is uncomfortable with. She doesn't want to lose their trust, especially not over something like that.

 S= Bela has average stamina. She can go two or three rounds before becoming too tired or sore to continue. But that doesn't mean that her partner only gets to cum twice or thrice, she likes overstimulating her partner, so if they're up for it, she will gladly make them cum up to six or seven times. After running out of stamina though, she needs a few hours before she will want to cum again, but that's fine. She can spend that time on her lover

 T= Bela will gladly use toys on her partner. Dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, nipple clamps, even butt plugs; you name it, she will use it if her partner agrees to it. She also likes toys being used on her. Her personal favorite to use on her partner is a strap on, while her favorite to use on herself is a vibrator. She doesn't really use those toys on herself too often, though. Why would she when you're her favorite toy?

 U= Bela will tease her partner without mercy. She likes edging as much as she likes to overstimulate them, and she will gladly use toys, her fingers, and her tongue to drive her lover crazy. However, if you tease Bela, you better prepare yourself, because she will tease you until your mind is melted and all you can think about is her. Then she'll make you cum until you can’t think at all.

 V= Bela isn't too loud, mostly soft moans and whimpers. She gets embarrassed if she's too loud, but she doesn't really know why. She likes to keep her noises at a minimum, mostly because she would rather hear her partners sounds than her own. She likes to hear ever moan, scream, and whimper that comes out of her lover’s mouth.

 W= Bela acts like she's completely dominant in a relationship, but she also likes when her partner is dominant. She won't object to her lover using her as a fuck toy and doing whatever they want to her, but she needs to have a strong bond with her partner to let them be the dominant one, especially if they want to do anything along the lines of BDSM, which she is totally up for by the way.

 X= Bela's body is rather beautiful and reminds one of a perfectly sculpted statue.  She has a curvy figure with multiple scars on her body from unspecified causes that she doesn't really talk about. But despite the scars, she's gorgeous. She has thick thighs, large breasts, and a nice ass. What more could you ask for? Bela has both a good personality and a beautiful body.

 Y= Bela doesn't have a super high sex drive. She doesn't usually get that horny without any sort of provocation, but it's rather easy to make her horny from acting on her kinks or even wearing a shirt that shows more chest than usual or wearing a pair of tight pants.

 Z= Bela stays awake for a while after having sex. She likes to take care of her lover, giving them proper, extensive aftercare. After her lover is settled, she'll lay next to them and hold them close, closing her eyes as she slowly dozes off, probably using her lover’s boobs as a pillow.

~~~~~~~~~ Well, that’s the end of the fic! Please like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed it!

If you want to see some NSFW headcannons for Cassandra or Daniela, let me know in the comments!

Have a great day!

#resident evil #re8 #re8 fanfiction #bela #bela dimitrescu #re8 dimitrescu #fandom #fanfic #bela dimitrescu x reader #beladimitrescu/reader #castle dimitrescu #dimitrescu sisters #afab reader #gender neutral reader #residentevil8

[harveywritings92]

[The Dimitrescu daughters are trying to fix their TV after it suddenly goes blank, they were watching the season finale of a soap opera they liked when it happened, all that’s on the screen now is a gray dot.]

Bela : If you look close, you can make them out.

Cassandra : Hey, yeah, I think I can...

Daniela: I think this is sick! You're both staring at a dot!

Bela [sobbing]:  She's right! She's right! Oh, how I miss TV!

[Cassandra desperately switching the remote on and off]

Cassandra : Dark mother, just give me one channel!

Daniela: Wait...didn’t Uncle give us book in case something like this happened, (checking a table drawer) where is it?

Bela: Oh! I threw that away.

Daniela, stares at Bela: You threw what away? 

Bela: Tv fixing book.

Cassandra: Why?

Bela: Because mother said anything Heisenberg writes belongs in the trash!

Daniela: So...We have no way of fixing the TV?

Bela: We could... call him.

Cassandra: You know he’s not allowed in the castle unless... the generator....breaks.

{The girls smile a Bela grabs a Vase intending to bash the castle’s power grid with it.]

Cassandra: Wait! (Takes the vase from Bela) Not the Arte di Murano! (gives Bela a different vase) Use the Waterford. Mother’s been wanting to get rid of it for years.

{Bela goes to the basement, as Lady Dimitrescu come into the den.]

Lady Dimitrescu: Don’t tell me you’re still tinkering with that damn box...Where’s Bela?

{The power goes out, Cut to Heisenberg fixing the Castle’s generator.}

Heisenberg: I found the problem someone jammed a fucking vase into to the damn generator.

Lady Dimitrescu: A Vase? How did, Wait...is that my Waterford?! (turns to face her daughters)

Daniela, as Bela and Cassandra cower behind her: Uh...W-Well mother, since uncle is here, c-can he fix the TV?

[Needless to say, Lady Dimitrescu threw the tv off the roof.] 

#s: the simpsons #with some adlib added #re8 incorrect quotes #re8 dimitrescu daughters #re8 lady dimitrescu #re8 heisenberg #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #resident evil heisenberg #resident evil incorrect quotes #resident evil village

[valleynix]

my favorite guessing game: who is Daniela referring to :3

(wrong answers only because i think it would be hilarious while i write some more)

#to promise the moon #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #you get a head pats if you get it right #should be obvious but like #maybe it’s actually c-dani………. #mwahahaha

[ophelia-beneviento]

Re8 winter with the gals <3 (part one?)

Includes: alcina, bela and Cassandra.

• ~ ALCINA DIMITRESCU ~

• If your cold alcina will take you to her room and turn on the fireplace, and :insert cuddles and probably warm tea:

• The girls will personally force you and Alcina to play either monopoly or clue. Maybe other board games who knows.

• If alcinas cold (unlikely) she will cuddle with you,, and lay her head on your chest or shoulder.

• I don’t know why but wintertime makes Alcina want to read more, so you’ll often find her in the library or her room reading some book. (Usually fictional)

• When Christmas rolls around, if your a female she’ll give you a necklace or bracelet with the dimitrescu pendant on it. If your a guy she’ll give you a watch with the background of,, you guessed it. The dimitrescu pendant, or a piece of clothing you wanted. Other genders? Well it depends on if your masculine or feminine more.

• Again with Christmas.. you better get the girls something or else they will plot against you. Alcinas more easy going on Christmas but she’d definitely be a little upset if you didn’t. It could be a cool looking flower and she would cherish it till it dies.

• ~ BELA DIMITRESCU ~

• Bela gets cold semi-easily,, below 70° and she’s clinging to you for warmth. • congrats, your belas personal heater :) she is ALL over you. (In the fluff way you damn dirty minded ##&@
!)

• She’s like her mama, when your cold she will cuddle you, give you tea and turn on a fireplace.

• if she sees you outside she’ll frown and more than likely almost freeze trying to go out with you. You have to go inside with her for her to stay in.

• lots of kisses and hugs because winter makes her happy, (even though she’s not allowed outside)

• Loves watching the snow fall through a window.

• Also likes drawing, reading and playing games whilst temporarily quarantined from outside imao (woman is a boss at monopoly to the point you swear she rigs the game every time)

• Christmas? She’s giving you at LEAST bare minimum 4 gifts, she adores you and wants you to know it.

• You could give bela a literal stick and she would be so happy.

• ~ CASSANDRA DIMITRESCU ~

• Cassandra’s a little more complicated with winter. She doesn’t like showing she gets cold but secretly she’s shivering majority of the time.

• You might catch her shivering and if you confront her about it she immediately denies and gives you a >:c face. But you eventually get her to admit it and then she drags you to hold you in her bedroom.

• If your the cold one? Heh..heheh.. this woman will threaten to shank you in the leg if you dare deny to warm yourself up. • Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeees A truth or dare maniac, LOVES playing it.

• Her siblings tease her for being easily chilled to the bone. And she expects you to handle that.. good luck

• Christmas she will rob for your gift if she has to

• I think we can all agree Cassie is the gifter to prank you, like wrap your gift in at least 20 layers + loads of tape because its hilarious to both you and her.

(I’ll write part 2 whenever I have the urge and patience)

#re8 village #resident evil 8 #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil #x reader #headcanon

[ranchracoon]

Devour Ch. 13: Celebration p.1

Your arms are numb, pins and needles cause excruciating pain but you do everything in your willpower not to move. Daniela is asleep on top of you with her face buried in your chest, Bela is on your left, and Cassandra on your right. However, the alarm on your clock has other plans, all three of the girls groan in annoyance until Cassandra reaches up and stops the ringing.

            You never knew just how needy all of them are until now as they rearrange back against your body, all of them tightening their hold on you. You are responsible to wake the daughters every morning so it wouldn’t hurt to sleep in a little longer. When Lady Dimitrescu talks to you that morning you answer carefully, and keep your face neutral, she doesn’t bring up her daughters again. While assisting their mother one of the daughters will drag you behind a closed door, or in Cassandra’s case, behind a painting to steal kisses.

            The morning of the celebration is different, there is energy and excitement in the air for the celebration tonight, even the girls can hardly contain themselves. Flies sputter around their forms, unable to remain solid for more than a few minutes. You go to the bathroom to freshen up for the day but when you come out the girls are gone, and replaced with an outfit wrapped in plastic with a large white box next to it. There’s a note on the top with familiar swirly hand writing on it.

            Wear this tonight for the celebration. No peeking until then. – love B, C, and D.

            You smile at the note, put it in your nightstand and set the box inside the closet for safe keeping. The outfit in plastic is your new uniform; you strip off the clothes from last night, and carefully put it on. The black pants fit on you perfectly, snug around the thighs and slightly loose around your calves, suspenders are included too. The clips are gold and the stretchy material the same shade of black as the pants with a golden stripe down the middle. They hang loosely against your legs as you button up the white, collared shirt all the way to the top. The neck doesn’t choke you like your old uniform, the sleeves are crisp and reach your wrists; your old one was too short in the arms and often got stuck on your forearms. You pull the suspenders over your shoulders, then button the vest on top, and admire how it curves over your breasts, rather than squish them.

The final touch is a blood-red bowtie, you haven’t worn a bow tie before and it takes longer than you wish to admit to figure out how to tie it. You notice no jacket present, and as you run your hands over the vest, you slip your fingers into the pocket and feel a piece of paper in it. Using the lantern in your room, you hold the note up to read it better. The handwriting is neat with large, looped letters but not cursive like how the girls write.

Here’s a uniform to get you through until I finish the others, I also have some casual wear for you as well. My sister requested that the material be ‘tear proof,’ which means you’ll need specific cleaning instructions. You’ll find them on the back of this note. - Donna

Underneath those words is sloppy handwriting, similar looking to that of a small child.

Thank you for playing with me! I can’t wait to see you again! - Angie

You laugh at the splots of ink and wrinkles on the bottom of the note where Angie had written. After you turn the paper over, you scan over the instructions before tucking the note with the other. As the drawer closes Lady Dimitrescu calls your name, it sounds close meaning she must be in the Opera Hall. You glance at the time, seeing it’s a quarter past breakfast, and that lights a fire under your feet. You sprint to the sound of Lady Dimitrescu’s voice, only slowing when you are within eyesight of her, you fix your new uniform and steady your breathing.

The lady stands in the middle by the piano, maids and other workers surround her as she gives them orders. All of them run off in a hurry, none of them looking at you or the lady as they leave. The lady turns to you as you approach, you respond by bowing deeply to her.

“Apologies my lady for my tardiness, I’m not used to a bowtie and was having some difficulties tying it.” You explain.

She waves her hand, swiping your excuse from the air, “never mind that now Y/N. As you know tonight is the celebration for Mother Miranda and her daughter Eva, and we have a lot to get done. My daughters are excited and you know how distracted they get when they are like that. I need you to control yourself enough to double check everything is ready then report to me in my chambers when done.”

You bow again, “of course my lady. I will make sure nothing is out of place.”

She faces away from you and you beam with excitement too, you fall straight back into the position you are very familiar with: being head maid. You’re running around the castle all day, taste testing that all the food is prepared properly, ensuring no dirt is present on walkways, aid in hanging decorations, and most importantly making sure fires are lit everywhere.

The sun lowers toward the horizon, guests begin to arrive and maidens are dressed in clean, freshly pressed uniforms to greet them all. You hurry to the lady’s chambers, brushing a droplet of sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand before knocking on the door.

“​​Enter.” The Lady answers.

You push the door open to find the lady in front of her vanity in only a robe, you avert your eyes immediately.

“I’ve come to inform you that guests have started to arrive and everything is ready to go.”

“Thank you. Now come help me dress.”

Lady Dimitrescu points to a wrapped dress on her bed, you grab it while she puts on a black lace bra with matching underwear and garters that buckle around her thighs. You hide back a smirk at the matching set, curiosity makes you wonder who she is really getting dressed for. Definitely not Mother Miranda. Her dress is sleek and black with long, transparent trains that hang off the sleeves and it’s accompanied with a red corset. She steps into the dress while you climb up a step ladder and help her zip it up, then tighten the corset to her liking. She shakes the dress tail out so that it’s spread out behind her, then faces you so you can put on her signature, black gloves over her hands.

She keeps her hat off and instead allows her curls to breathe and stretch, they fall across her cheeks when she leans over the vanity to apply her red lipstick. The final touch is her house crest necklace which she hands to you, she pulls her hair to the side for you to clasp the necklace around her neck.

“Thank you Y/N. You may go get ready now, be down in the main hall within an hour. I do not want you to be tardy for Mother Miranda’s arrival.”

“Yes my lady.” You reply.

You bow and retreat to your own chambers, bathe off the sweat as fast as you can, your eyes flicking to the clock every few seconds to watch your time. You approach your closet and take the box out, setting it on your bed. You remove the lid, move the tissue back to reveal a dark navy and white suit. It’s the most beautiful article of clothing you’ve ever seen other than what Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters wear; and it’s all yours. Your hands tremble as you lift the surprisingly light suit, then lay everything out neatly on top of your bed. At the very bottom of the box is a brand new pair of leather shoes, if you had more time you would admire the detail of every piece of fabric.

First you put on your best pair of underwear and the only non-sports bra you have, then the white button up shirt. It doesn’t have the top two buttons; you think it’s a mistake so you feel around for them or any sign that buttons are supposed to be there. Instead, you feel the Dimitrescu crest embroidered on each point of the collar, your fingers trace the intricate design. That would explain why you didn’t see a tie with the suit, it’s to remain open and you are grateful that you have at least one bra that makes your cleavage pop.

Next is the navy-colored pants that hug every curve of your legs with just enough slack so that the pants don’t rise up too high when you sit. There is a black belt with a golden clip rather than suspenders, and you tighten it around your waist where the pants sit. The same-colored vest has six large, golden buttons that are parallel to each other, but only three are the actual buttons. The fabric is smooth and soft under your hands, ritualistically you brush them over the front of you then pick up the jacket. The left side of the jacket is embroidered with golden roses and thorns that shimmer in the flickering light. You tie the black leather shoes on first, button the single button on the jacket, and spray the perfume over your neck. 

Music can be heard all the way to your chambers, you grimace at how loud it’s going to be in the main hall. By the time you reach the courtyard there are more people gathered but the bulk of guests are in the main hall. The music is more tolerable than you thought, the live jazz band play their hearts out while dancers flood the floor. When the song ends everyone looks toward the foyer above you, you follow their gazes to find Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters.

Your heart stops, as does time. Bela is first, her golden hair down her shoulders with one lace braid circling her head like a crown. Her dress is red, with a slit up to her mid-thigh and golden embroidery flows around in swirls looking like a sea of red and gold. Her lips are red with speckles of glitter that reflect the light, accompanied with glitter over her eyes and cheeks. Cassandra is next, she has a golden suit, the jacket buttoned up to just above her navel, with a white button up underneath that is left unbuttoned at the top like yours. Her hair is braided and twisted into a circle in the back of her head, with azure jewels braided in. She gives you a smile, not her usual huntress smile, a genuine smile that is only enhanced by her golden lipstick. Then Daniela, she is radiant in a phthalo green dress that has a cut in a low V with a long trail behind her. Her hair is left down with a small, silver crown resting upon her head. She beams at you, her lips and the dusted eyeshadow are the same color as her dress, there’s reflections of silver within them.

Your mind wanders, that you are a canvas and their lips are the brushes that paint you in strokes of gold, green, and red. At the end of the stairs you wait, you hold your hand out to be the first one to greet them as they descend the stairs. Lady Dimitrescu offers her hand, you bow and kiss the back of her hand as she takes the final steps.

“You look beautiful as always my lady.” You compliment.

She nods her head to you, blinks her eyes slowly in acknowledgement then makes her way through the crowd of people who do the same as you. You can hardly contain your excitement when you take Bela’s hand, heat courses through your body when you kiss the back of her hand.

“Lady Bela, like a forest fire you’ve consumed my entire soul and heart. You look ravishing.”

“Save that sweet tongue for later.” She whispers back, then walks past you.

Your heart skips a beat again, goosebumps rise under your skin when you hold Cassandra’s hand. Her gaze pierces through you, the smell of trees pouring off her as you bow to kiss her hand.

“Lady Cassandra, you shine like the sun, and I am just a sunflower begging for your warmth.” You whisper against her hand.

When you look back up, a blush has made an appearance on her cheeks. She says nothing and simply smiles at you, but her eyes swell with admiration The second Daniela squeezes your hand, it’s like a lightning strike, the electrical currents course through your veins.

“You look amazing.” She whispers to you.

“Lady Daniela, you stole the words out of my mouth. Nothing written or spoken could describe the imprint you’ve made on my heart.” You whisper back.

Daniela giggles as you watch them greet guests, they follow in their mother’s wake through the crowd. The strong stench of fish passes by you, you glance over at the deformed man who walks by, eagerly asking for when Mother Miranda will arrive. You recognize him as Lord Moreau from his portrait in the church. You look around for any of the other lords but give up after some time from the sheer amount of people. The music starts up again and you too your way through the crowd, you use Lady Dimitrescu as your homing beacon knowing that the girls will be near her. Just as you suspect, the three of them turn their gaze to you, their faces hold happiness and excitement as they see you but quickly change to worry as you approach Lady Dimitrescu. The lady finishes her conversation with another woman before she looks down at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes Y/N?” She asks, her voice softer than normal.

“Lady Dimitrescu, I would like to ask you for permission to dance with your daughters.”

She ponders your request, she purses her lips while in thought just like Daniela does, and now you know who she gets it from.

“Very well. Which one would you like to dance with?”

“All of them. A dance each.”

The muscles in her jaw flex with tension but you hold your ground, your eyes never leaving hers as they examine your face. You know she will question you about this in the morning, but now you only care about Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela.

“You have my permission to dance with my daughters.”

You bow your head, “thank you my lady.”

You swivel on your heels, approach Cassandra first and offer a hand to her. She happily takes it and you can feel her restrain herself from dragging you onto the dance floor. The song that plays is one you know by heart; you practiced it as a child in the village while watching the adults perform it. Cassandra follows your lead; your muscle memory comes in full swing as you never take your eyes off her. Your pair of hands are raised while you have your other hand on her waist and she has hers on your shoulder, your bodies twirl around the other dancers like they aren’t there. It’s only you, Cassandra, and the music that drowns the conversation around you into a dull roar.

“I wish I could kiss you right now.” Cassandra lowers her head closer to your ear so no others can hear you.

“Believe me, I want nothing more than to kiss you too, love. Judging from the look Lady Dimitrescu is giving me though, I take it I wouldn’t make it to morning.” You respond.

“I know she likes you, otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now. I want her to know about us so we can stop hiding, but also, I want to keep you all to myself.” She breathes in your smell before you feel her nonchalantly press her head against you and rub it.

“What was that for?” You laugh.

“We aren’t the only monsters here you know. I want everyone to know that you’re off limits, you might not be human but you still smell like one.”

You smile, tilting your head against her as she rubs against you again and the song ends with a final spin. The people around the dance floor clap as new dancers take the stage and Cassandra is replaced with Daniela. She also restrains herself; she’s tense as she approaches you but her eyes hold excitement. You wrap an arm around her waist and grip her hand as she does the same, the next song is a faster pace and unfamiliar to you. Daniela reassures you as she leads this time, you mimic her steps and the gestures of those who dance around you.

“Did you see who mother was talking to?” She asks with a giggle.

“I’m afraid I wasn't paying much attention, beautiful.”

“Look now.” She giggles again.

You look over her shoulder to see Lady Dimitrescu next to a regal woman who wears a purple dress with a golden shawl over her shoulders. She has dark brown hair that’s tied up and she’s smiling up at Lady Dimitrescu, there’s a faint blush on her cheeks even from this distance.

“Who is that?” You ask.

“The baroness of Hungary.” Daniela replies, “I don’t know much about her except from what I’ve read while snooping in mother’s office. Apparently, they’ve been corresponding for months now and I think mother is head over heels for her.”

“What makes you say that?”

“She called mother by her first name. The only other person allowed to do that is Mother Miranda.”

The surprise on your face makes Daniela giggle again, she spins away from you before twirling back into you. Lady Dimitrescu’s laugh roars over the crowd, it’s a deep, belly laugh that you’ve never heard before.

“I guess love really is in the air.” You state.

Daniela pecks a quick kiss against your cheek then presses her jaw against your head in the same manner Cassandra did. You sigh, lean against her as she leads you in the dance until it ends. Claps erupt once more in the main hall, and now Bela joins you. Unlike the other two, you face opposite directions with your right arm in a 90-degree angle against her left arm that is also held the same way. You walk in circles with your arms together, looking at each other before you switch and bow, then conduct the dance officially.

“You look absolutely stunning, my dear.” You compliment.

“As do you. Daniela chose the color, Cassandra chose the cut, and I chose the details. I’m especially appreciative of the view I get, you should wear your shirts open like that more often.”

Heat coats your cheeks and you clear your throat, “if your mother allowed it then I just might.”

Bela smiles at you, leans down close to your ear, close enough you feel her breath inside your ear.

“Your suit would look even better on my floor.” She purrs.

“Only if your dress is next to it.” You quip back.

 Bela giggles and you dance with her in comfortable silence, this dance requires the two of you to be further from each other but each time you come together she brushes her head against your neck. When the music and claps stop, Lady Dimitrescu holds up her wine glass and taps it to get everyone’s attention. People from the courtyard trickle into the hall to listen better as the lady clears her throat.

            “Thank you everyone for joining us this evening, and now the woman everyone has been waiting for. Mother Miranda and her daughter Eveline.”

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[animetingzz]

Angst piece #1

Bela Dimitrescu x reader (platonic), Cassandra Dimitrescu x reader (sorta implied)

A/n: Proofread but who knows there could still be mistakes 😂

“LOOK AT YOU! YOU HAVEN’T GROWN UP ONE FUCKING BIT!” The sound of screams and glass shattering echoed the halls leading to Bela’s study. Bela approaches (Y/N)’s door cautiously, she could hear the sobs through the door and the strong metallic scent hit her like a punch in the gut. Panic set in and Bela threw open the door, almost terrified by what she might see. There (Y/N) sat sobbing, hands and face bloodied and broken glass surrounding her. “YOU’RE STILL AS USELESS AS YOU’VE EVER BEEN!” (Y/N) curls into herself, hands gripping her head roughly as tears and blood flowed rapidly down her face. Bela rushes to the girls side, unsure of what to do first she settles for hugging the girl with one hand and clearing the glass away with the other. “(Y/N) what’s going on?” The girl buried her face in Bela’s shoulder, clinging to her like if she were to let go she’d disappear. “Nothing’s changed. . . I can’t get it out of my head. . . ” The blonde helped the girl up off the floor and walked her to the bathroom, wanting to tend to her wounds. “Honey, is this about what happened with Cassandra? You can’t blame yourself for that.” (Y/N) looked up, tears still brimming her eyes, “I can’t get it out of my head, I should’ve been there. I can't get it out of my head. . . It’s like it’s constantly playing on loop! I should’ve been there!” The (h/c) girl turned away from the eldest Dimitrescu, hands fisting her hair in anguish. “(Y/N)! You need to stop blaming yourself! Listen to me, it could’ve been any of us.” Bela turned (Y/N) toward her, grabbing her wrists to get her attention. “Any one of us could’ve been in your place and it still would’ve turned out exactly the same. Cassandra knows the risks of leaving the castle, we all do and that’s how we survive. That is how we keep each other alive. She’s hurt but she’s alive. YOU did that, YOU kept her alive. It’s because of YOU that she’s upstairs right now painting instead of six feet under. (Y/N) you have to let it go. For her sake and for yours.”

A/N: just an idea I’ve been toying with for awhile. Was sitting in my car listening to “Experience” by Ludovico Einaudi on repeat as I wrote this because I showed up to work two hours early by mistake 😂

A/N 2: also Cass is ok just a bad accident because she’s stubborn af and reader is like me (an overthinker) so when shit hits the fan reader can’t help but blame herself even if it clearly wasn’t her fault. I also didn’t have the heart to make it as angsty as I’d like.

#bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #re8 dimitrescu #castle dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #re8 village #re8 angst

[muffinsin]

Yo. Just realised but you did ABC's for both Daniela and Cassandra but not Bela. Would that be possible if you have the time? Thank you

Omg thank you for the reminder haha!🤗 let’s get into it!😋

Masterlist

Bela Dimitrescu, nsfw Alphabet

A- Aftercare

Her favourite form of aftercare is relaxing in a warm (blood-) bath, with soap and soft sponges. She will kiss all marks she’s left on you, and blush when you do the same to her. Should you have serious marks and bruises, she will be sure to apply cream to them all after your bath, then read together

B- Body part

Favorite body part of hers: her hips. She knows she’s seductive and beautiful and loves to grind her hips against her lover and have them hold her by them. They’re slim yet soft

Favorite body part of others: their arms and hands. Bela is quick to notice if you sport muscles or not, and whether you do any heavy lifting. She loves having an arm wrapped around her while she is railed, or hold your hands as she does it to you

C- Cum

She loves to taste her partner’s and her own cum, and especially enjoys sucking her own fingers clean of it after fingering with herself. She can be either a creamer or squirter, she can’t control either

D- Dirty secret

She has a raging Mommy kink, as a submissive as well as when she takes on the role of the dominant one. This can easily be exploited and used to make her submit and obey within moments, or simply to catch her off guard

E- Experience

She has, funnily enough, the least experience out of her sisters. She is still plenty experienced as it comes to vanilla sex, but hasn’t had as many kinky encounters as she would’ve liked. She is, by definition, too busy for sex most of the time

F- Favorite position

Cowgirl riding her partner when she feels submissive, or the doggy style position. Both make her feel so aroused and shy at the same time.

As a top, she enjoys keeping her partner on her lap or simply bent over a desk or shelf

G- Goofy

She’s hardly goofy and rather serious at sex. She won’t joke about, though smile a lot and have the time of her life. As a dom, she can be quite strict however

H- Hair

Shaven at all times, even when she doesn’t expect sex or stripping naked. She likes the control over her body when everything else in her life seems stressful

I- Intimacy

She cares a lot for who she sleeps with. Unlike her sisters, she won’t just pluck a random maid and take her to bed unless she is extremely sexually frustrated. She likes to kiss and even hold hands during sex sometimes, even mix in words of praise and affection when she degrades her partners

J- Jack off

She jacks off significantly less often than her sisters, too busy and caught up in her work and with keeping them from causing trouble. Is she in a relationship however, she will often ask for help in her breaks, claiming it helps her with the tension in her body and with the stress

K- Kink

Among many kinks, one stands out particularly much for this sister; Bela’s very, very strong and undeniable praise kink. Her knees feel weak at the smallest of praises and her cheeks light up, her efforts double and she becomes so needy when more and more praise is given to her

L- Location

She usually sticks to the privacy of her room for sexual encounters, sometimes even her office. Only when she feels particularly needy will she dismiss her worries regarding a location and even start her sexual game in semi public places.

M- Motivation

Dirty talk or teasing, as well as exploiting her weaknesses such as her praise kink never fail to rile her up. Whether dominant or submissive, Bela responds to it and will often enough either tease right back, put her lover in their place, or give into what they offer

N- No

Anything regarding feet and scat is a no to her. She considers herself near royal! She dislikes fisting, too

O- Oral

Incredible with her mouth. Her skilled tongue works wonders and she never fails to give immense pleasure in only a short amount of time. She likes giving oral, but also enjoys receiving it. Her clit is the most sensitive part of her, as well as her nipples

P- Pace

Very dependant on her mood. Is she in charge, and isn’t riled up, she will usually go for a fast, but sensual pace. Mind you, she is plenty capable of railing her lovers too.

Is she on the submitting side, she likes it however her partner gives it to her. She loves it fast and rough and being overstimulated by it, and she enjoys the sensual touches

Q- Quickie

Depends entirely on how desperate she is. She tends to go for proper sessions, but will take quickies if she feels riled up too much

R- Risk

She likes the thrill of being caught, but doesn’t want it to actually happen. Generally she likes to stay on the safe side of things

S- Stamina

Medium if she is the one giving, and quite high if she is on the receiving end

T- Toys

She finds it embarrassing, but she loves them. She likes to use them on herself and wreck herself especially with big dildos and vibrators. Bela likes to see how much she can handle.

She also enjoys to use them on her partner ;)

U- Unfair

She is the fairest of the sisters, unless you’re in trouble. Then she will tease and go far enough to drag a few tears from you. Never too much, however. She isn’t sadistic like that by any means and doesn’t want you sobbing underneath her

V- Volume

Very, very loud. Poor, sensitive little Bela can’t keep quiet unless she is made to. Perhaps at the start, but after minutes and sweet touches she is already a moaning mess. Upon being pleasured more and more and overstimulated, she can turn into a screamer. It’s best to keep this one gagged if she doesn’t want to be heard

W- Wild card

Bela loves wearing revealing lingerie for her partner, whether she feels dominant or submissive. She likes seeing their reactions. If she feels bratty, she might go for very revealing one, or no underwear at all even

X- X-Ray

Smooth muscles and nimble limbs. Generally rather slim, with thick thighs and breasts and a round and soft, fairly sized ass

Y- Yearning

Depends entirely on whether she is teased or not. Generally her sex drive isn’t the highest

Z- zzz

She naturally isn’t overly tired after sex, but likes to nap regardless. If she is on the receiving end, however, it can happen that she will pass out if she is toyed with long enough. She loves this, rest assured ;)

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village #weird anon

[the-broken-truth]

Can I request daniela dimitrescu with a male secret bf? Who she keeps secret not on purpose she just keeps forgetting to tell her sisters and mother and they get caught in bed together(not like that but the guy is shirtless cause daniela wanted his shirt

🙎‍♂️

[Castle Dimitrescu - Daniela's Room - Around 10:45 P.M.]

Dani sat in the large armchair in her room as she twirled her finger through her long reddish locks, waiting for the man that captured her heart to arrive by knocking on the window - it would be bad if he came in through the front door because her Mother and Sisters still hated men the last time she checked, but this man loved her and she wasn't going to let him go.

The knocking at the window came and Dani jumped up, skipping over to the window and opening it, greeted by the smiling face of an [e/c] eyed male with [h/l] [h/c], wearing a large shirt to cover his muscular body with jeans and a pair of climbing boots.

"Hey, Love." He greeted as he leaned forward, placing his lips on Dani's, making her squeal in joy before he pulled away and climbed into the room, closing the window behind him. "Sorry I'm late, Dani, mother and father wanted to know where I was going and I could say that I was coming to see you; they would have had a cow if I told them that my girlfriend was the youngest in the Dimitrescu Family."

"You're not alone in that. Mother, Bela, and Cass would have my head if I introduced you to them." Dani placed her head on her man's chest and inhaled his scent before looking at him with a smirk on her face. "Okay, shirt off."

"Huh?" He blinked at her.

"Shirt off, I want to wear it." Dani said with a smile on her face.

"Okay." He took off his shirt and handed it to Dani, who put it on over her dress. She grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the bed and got under the covers with him before grabbing a book for him to read to her when the door suddenly opened and Alcina walked into the room.

"Daniela, darling, have you seen..." She opened her eyes and was frozen at the scene before her

Her daughter - in a manthing's shirt.

A manthing - without a shirt - in her daughter's bed.

A manthing IN HER CASTLE!!!!

"YOU DISGUSTING MANTHING! YOU DEFILED MY DAUGHTER!!!"

"MOTHER NO! THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND!!"

"YOU BRAINWASHED HER TOO?!"

"WHAT?!!!"

#daniela dimitrescu x male reader #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village