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mrswint3rs · 5 months

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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."

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muffinsin · 2 months

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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! :)

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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!

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revillagenews · 4 months

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Hot news: FCD club !

Word around campus is a hot new club called F**k Cassandra Dimitrescu (FCD) [note: not the type of fun f**k! It's hatred] has been officially approved by the student council. It has over 25+ members who have encountered C*ssandra Dimitrescu and either slept with her or been affected by her pick up lines

More at noon!

#village news #fcd club #Cassandra Dimitrescu #Campus gossip #resident lover #fuck cassandra dimitrescu

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silentcrowsilentravens · 1 year

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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

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snakeskins-world · 7 months

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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

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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[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

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ophelia-beneviento · 1 year

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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

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ranchracoon · 8 months

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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.”

#bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #dimitrescu sisters x reader #resident evil village #dimitrescu sisters #re8 #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #continue reading

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valleynix · 1 year

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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

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animetingzz · 2 years

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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

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cruncherzz · 2 years

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Top 5 Vampire Ladies

5. Bela Dimitrescu for #5, she is NOT a bad character in my eyes. Personally, I love Cassandra and Daniela just a little more because they had such distinct characterizations. Cassandra was CLEARLY the hunter and Daniela was CLEARLY deranged. It made them really interesting in my opinion!

4. Daniela Dimitrescu, whoop! Listen, she's such a great character that fits the "people who never received love from silver spoons lick it off knives" idea. She's torn between being loved and feared; all for it!

3. Cassandra Dimitrescu go RAWR! I love this woman, I love her so much 🥰! She's perfect in every way except the fact that her dialogue options are so limited and she got bested by man made of last years moldy ass bread. No but fr, Cass was initially my favorite Dimitrescu daughter, I dunno. Her characterization in game was cool, because even though she wasn't the oldest and therefore the heir, she was called upon by Alcina whenever you, the player, did smth. She's valued as a hunter and it shows in people's perceptions of her and in canon.

2. Morticia Addams. Fight me. Fucking fight me. This bitch is a vampire, have you seen her fashion? Edge Queen and I love her. 'Nuff said!

1. SYLVANAS WINDRUNNER, ladies and gentleman! She's a vampire, fight me. She's a banshee with fangs just add "Banshee Vampiress Queen" and make it canon. She has a look-alike in Castlevania that is a vampire so b o o m! C a n o n!

god she's fucking cool, love her character design too <3

#asks #sylvanas windrunner #morticia addams #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #highlifeboat #w h e e z e

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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 ;)

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