#dark lord dimitrescu

[lieutenant76]

Hiding in plain sight

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[cillivnz]

Hi 👋 I see you write for Lord Dimitrescu (miss a spot, hit the spot was brilliant and I would devour more) and I saw that you are taking requests, what do you think about monster hunter!reader x Lord Dimitrescu? You can take this in whichever direction you like best, but I do have a prompt idea!

Lord Dimitrescu and his sons find a trespasser on their land and Dimitrescu takes her in as his guest/prisoner thinking that she is a clueless lost traveler, not knowing that she's a hunter willing to get close to him by any means necessary, even if it means seducing a monster. Gaining access to his infamous library full of books on how to kill every monster known to man is just the first step, what she really wants is to find out the family's weaknesses and get lord Dimitrescu to let his guard down enough for her to kill him and every last member of his twisted family. Or at least that was the plan...

I just love villain gets the girl/ corruption stories and the idea of someone rolling up into that castle with every intention of wiping out the evil that lives there, but getting seduced instead... 😍😍😍

Love your work!!!

façade of seduction [lord dimitrescu]

PAIRING — LORD DIMITRESCU x MONSTER HUNTER!READER

WORD COUNT — 12.6k+ (i’m so sorry, it’s for the plot!)

WARNINGS — SMUT. eighteen+. AFAB!reader, dark arts, necromancy, the supernatural, mentions of murders, beheadings, cannibalism, vampirism, extremely dubious consent, cursing, extreme gore (blood, cuts, stabbing, mass murder, executions, etc.), reader uses seduction as a tactic, death of family, size kink, age-gap, degradation, pet-names, mentions as well as performed oral sex (talk of male!receiving, performed cunnilingus), fingering, female masturbation, mentions of male masturbation, unprotected penetrative sex, weird & unspecific AU, creampie, cum-eating, breast/nipple play, clit stimulation, extreme descriptions (?), kinda sorta brat-taming.

A/N — whoa, baby! she’s done! firstly, let me just shower this anon with kisses for trusting me such an amazing prompt! thank you, you beautiful soul. i had a blast writing this, and i’m sorry i couldn’t finish it sooner :’( you’re a literal genius, i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this, and thank you for the kind words! secondly,

i tried incorporating as much lore from the game as i could, majority of the plot is my own fictional work, and the rest [credited to the game] may have been tampered with to suit the plot of this fiction.

Lady Elvira Natalia Stoica is an original character — INCLUSIVE OF ETHNICITY, RACE, COLOUR, BODY TYPE, etc. the only definite characteristic she has is that she is reader’s doppelgänger with an identical appearance, and that her family is of the same origin as The Dimitrescus (Romanian).

Alcina Dimitrescu’s gender-bent version is named Alcides Dimitrescu in my fiction. the credit of his sons’ names goes to @angel-hawthorne ’s comment under this post.

there’s some deliberate references to my other Lord Dimitrescu fiction. read it HERE!

NOTES [excuse inaccurate translations]

"Idiotilor! Așa ne tratezi oaspetele?" : You idiots! Is this how you treat our guest?

"Oaspete? Dar ea—" : Guest? But she—

"Scuzați-vă." : Excuse yourselves.

căprița mea mică : my little doe

cameristă : maid

Pentru dumnezeu! : good god/for god’s sake!

𝓗unters.

Your father before you, and his before him. Monsters, demons, deities; anything of supernatural order, possessing paranormal traits needed to be laid down, and your family was bestowed with the responsibility to do so. They told you, you were god-gifted; possessing an astounding memory. It was as if you soaked in every word you read in journals rich in paranormal history, and carved every word into your brain with your own hand.

Those ungodly creatures fumed at the audacity of a mortal family killing the abysmal aristocracies in the name of slaughtering abominations.

How proudly you awarded yourselves the title of Vânători de urâciuni — Hunters of Abominations. Soon enough, though, the leaders of the Four Houses knew a lesson needed be taught, example be set; actions have consequences, and after all, you were mere mortals. Audacious, dangerous mortals.

The last of the Four Houses needed to be hunted down. Your father, your uncle, your brother managed to wipe out the other key members, before it was about time the reaper caught up to them. Weeks, months went by in weeping for them, never letting their caskets dry, but it was about time you stopped mourning. This isn't what you were raised to do — whom you were raised to be. There was no way in hell you'd let the last Family standing think that the danger was over, not when you found out that it was on their cue, their command, that the guillotine that slashed through your family's head held high, became the inevitable demise of the men of Vânători de urâciuni.

'Fuckers even had the audacity to send the heads back, all nice and packaged, and signed. It was then, you realised, the weight of your name's responsibility lies on your shoulders, now. Mother was too deep in the waters of depression, perhaps, vengeance would serve as her lifeguard, and you sought to get it. For her sake, and yours.

Packing the the remnant of your belongings, primarily, lore on whatever mutation resembled that of what you've heard the family to be; barbaric, and vampiric, you set voyage to Castle Dimitrescu, the Lord's stronghold within the vicinity of a titular Eastern European village; Romania, in other geographical terms.

After weeks on foot, travelling from place to place and squeezing in some good o'l slash-and-dash of monsters into your quest, you reached the abysmal castle. The oppressive aura surrounding The Dimitrescus' colossal abode could be felt miles away from its actual foundations, the monotonous venus blue atmosphere, the trees that have been decayed for decades, peering into your periphery, mortifying the sight of Castle Dimitrescu, even more. You shake off a shiver, determined strides leading you forward. An ominous forest welcomed you, seemingly, the flora responded to every step you took on the onyx soil; you were not too far from the gigantic gates of the castle, deciding to take a breather and assess just what you were dragging yourself into, the massive mountainous foliage providing a safe haven, temporarily.

Rummaging through the contents, page after page, you landed on Wendigo. You knew your ancestors categorised mutations in the same category as a Wendigo, it being the severest form of inhumanity; the mutated man would resort to cannibalism, still humanoid — tall and pale with elongated limbs and pale yellow eyes. If the Dimitrescus were anything like a typical mutated Wendigo, you hadn't thought this through. Then, you remembered your brother's journal.

He was vague with words, often scribbling up a précise at the end of a hunt. Too consumed by your tears, you initially forgot about it, until you realised halfway through your voyage that your mother packed his journal for you, and some documentations recorded by your father and your uncle in their youth, though, you highly doubted you'd be coming across an extinct creature.

There it was — the last page of his journal — the twenty-seventh page to be precise, with triple the pages still empty; clean slates like a reminder of his unlived life, the life that was taken away from him.

You smiled fondly at his handwriting, letting your fingertips trace the scribbles, how deeply the quill was engraved into the paper. You remember laughing at his handwriting, growing up, how your mother would ask him to get a doctorate to match his stereotypical physician's handwriting, but this is all he knew — all you knew. Hunting was your profession, your life and lifestyle, and now, inevitably, your demise, too. You began reading, as I said, your older brother, a master at scribbling précise.

You were unsure, however, when he'd got the time to write down about The Dimitrescus, having never come face-to-face with the tyrants. It seemed your brother's first guess, too, was 'Wendigo', which he scratched down, only to pen it down again, bigger and emphasised, once he enlisted 'Cannibalisme'.

Your heart sank at the etchings.

Even for someone like him, these were too cynical, like he were losing his mind at the mere thought of them: 'one LORD — THREE SONS', it read. 'Blood disease??', 'PARASITE??', 'VAMPIRISM'? That would mean— "Oh." You stood corrected when just below the analysis was a remark, "NO WEAKNESS TO SUN OR WEATHER". Sometimes you swore you and him had the same braincells, always jumping to the same conclusions, which only made the desire to avenge him overpowering.

Your eyes traveled to the end of the page, the last of ink spilled on the worn out pages of your brother's journal, 'NEOPAGAN CULT', 'BLACK GOD'. With widened eyes, and a sinister feeling you couldn't yet shake away, your eyes dart to the next, last page.

There was a symbol maniacally delineated, labelled as the same reports on the previous page. 'NEOPAGAN CULT SYMBOL', and at the bottom of the page, the last thing your brother ever did write was, 'THE CULT OF THE BLACK GOD'. You subconsciously traced the diagram, only to see the graphite taint your fingertips. Your mind was racing two hundred miles per hour, trying to put the pieces of a fatally intricate puzzle together. Your brother's journal, the last of the contents were mere observations, unlike the rest of the pages that are filled with methods of executing generations of monsters.

But for The Dimitrescus, the fact that 'most powerful family' was written with emphasis only made you scowl. You searched frantically in your bag for the journals of your father, your uncle; anything that spoke more about this parasite and the said Black God.

Glancing back at the foot of the palace, you had to do a double take when you saw the guards leave the premises, bread and wine in hand. Their chuckles could be sound from the heart of the forest, even though they repeatedly 'shushed' one another, saying "the Lord" would put their "heads on a stick".

You take their departure as your cue and pace quietly towards the castle. You stood face to face with the colossal gates, doing your level best to push them open, just enough to sneak in, but the big dumb fuckers wouldn't budge. Scoffing, as fate would have it in your luck, you began scanning the perimeter for any safe way in, otherwise, you sure as hell knew how to make an entry.

"Ain't no fucking way," you'd pretty much lost all hope, not realising when your brother wrote down, "tall", it included the infrastructure, too. It was then your eyes noticed one particular stone brick placed slightly outward, and the one above it, and then the one above it, outward enough for you to step on, up, and grip the grotesque grill, securing the premises from people exactly like you.

The first step up was easy, the stone steady enough to carry you, or so you thought for when the second you stepped onto the next one, the one below fell to the ground, shattering to bits. You eyed the stone your foot was on currently, leaping when realisation hit you. By the time you rock-climbed your ass up to the top, the whole way up had crumbled down. You gripped the gothic grill, not taking the maker of it to be a sadist, for it sliced the flesh of your palm even through the slightest contact. You winced, looking back at the broken rocks, perhaps, a good omen; no one would suspect you climbed up the wall, now.

Crossing the grill, you jumped down as silently as a human could, looking back at your newfound enemy, the grill, only for it to be leaking with crimson. You groaned at the sight of your blood, thinking you were better than this, letting some metal get the best of you, but the immense pain from the cut made your head a little dizzy. Shaking the odd feel off, you proceeded leftward, walking further in to be greeted by what seemed to be a courtyard.

No servants, chamberlain nor staff was seen out and about, quite contrary to what one would expect from the functioning of a castle this mighty. Though the odds were in your favour, it didn't seem so; it's quiet, too quiet. Nothing other than a raven's screech and the flap of the wings of a murder of crows was heard for miles. Your steps had quickened at the sight of a door, finally leading you inside. As you inspected it, you sensed a magical aura around it; you could use a spell to crack it open, but that would cause bring attention you did not need at the moment. So, you pull a pin from your hair and apply the cheapskate thief method, and lo and behold, you were in.

Fuck yeah.

Closing the bulky door as silently behind you as you could, you were slammed right back into it, while what felt to be a talon instead of a hand wrapped around the back of your throat. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Said an anonymous voice, cuing laughter from two more.

Fuck, no.

The last thing you remember was a pair of hands squeezing your waist, one choking you, while one hand ghosted over your face, causing a wave of unconsciousness to pass over you.

Chained; you groaned, a pounding ache ringing in your head like an alarm, your eyes blinked, close to a hundred times to get accustomed to your dark, unfamiliar surroundings, while your nose burned with the stench of— burning bodies?

You lifted your head to see three tall figures illuminated by the feeble attempts of a torch. "Alas, sleeping beauty wakes." You heard one taunt, a raspy baritone to his voice, "No fun — I prefer them unconscious," said another with a similar tone. "Well, you're no fun if you don't like to watch the fear in their eyes when they beg you for their life," said the third. The conversation flowed more amongst themselves, quite rude to not have included the meat of the matter — you, but what more could you expect from The Dimitrescu Boys? Oh, you were sure it was them. 'One lord — three sons', you remembered, and no odds suggested they were servants or guards. Not with the way expensive jewels embellished their stallion necks not-so-subtly, like an all-time reminder of their aristocratic status. 'Pathetic,' you thought, it seems no matter the day or age, the breed of "daddy's money" remains as obnoxious as ever.

While they bickered amongst themselves, you took the time to take in their appearances: Handsome, irrelevant. Tall, but no more than an average case of gigantism in most villages. Yellow eyes, but not humanoid — no, fully, thoroughly (so it seems) human. Could this be another variety? Hybrids, perhaps, since Vampirism was in the books of possibility. That could explain their immunity to weather conditions. Their facial features became vivid all of a sudden, and you noticed the blood smeared all over their faces. Paying heed to your iniquity, perhaps even irked expression, the boys smirked devilishly; not charming, dangerously, Lucifer-ishly, but satanically. You weren't into the lighter side of magic like your mother, only using it grotesquely, but you knew aura-reading, even envisioning, like the back of your hand, and theirs was sinister: an abysmal shade of black surrounding them, with occultism dancing between their physical forms in the fiery colour of hellish hues.

"Tell us, what's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" One questioned, "Hm, never seen one so beautiful." "Is she even real — ethereal." "Makes me almost not want to eat her." Your eyes widened at the last remark, "Eat her in a different way, I'd definitely." Their shark-like smiles grew wider, subconsciously causing you to back away from them while they inched closer, ready to pounce on you and relish your beauty. "What do you have there, boys?" Asked the deepest voice you'd ever heard, from the other side of what you now realised was the dungeon. You were taken aback at the intrusion, silently thanking your saviour, even if it were the man himself — Lord Alcides Dimitrescu, head of Familia Dimitrescu.

His sons scattered immediately, letting their father rest his eyes upon you. "Food, father," one spoke eagerly, as if trying to impress his old man. "We saw her trespassing in the courtyard, and then she came inside." Spoke the other. "You could have her," said another, "If you save us a taste." Your face lost its colour when a ice-cold hand wrapped itself around your throat, yanking you up with one lift, and throwing you towards the bars between you and the mammoth Lord. His devilish expression— softened? "Elvira!" He exclaimed softly, reaching for your face, but the second his hand tried to snake past the bar, he winced in contact, the metal bar hissing with effervescence. Weakness?

"Idiotilor! Așa ne tratezi oaspetele?" The man was fuming: a flabbergasted expression on the said idiots' faces. "Oaspete? Dar ea—" "She can do as she pleases in my home." The man spat venom like thunder, his hateful expression turned to apologetic and caring in the blink of an eye when he turned to you. "Let her out this very instant." He glared at his sons one last time before turning away and saying, "The longer you wait, the more severe will be the outcomes."

So you were rushed out the dungeon and sent to the guesthouse.

The chamberlain had been waiting for you there at the direct orders of her master. "Lady Stoica, We're truly very sorry for the inconveniences caused to you. The Lord gifts you these gowns as his sincerest apology. He'd love for you to join him for supper once you have freshened up. Step out of your chambers, when you're done, and I'll be happy to take you there." You didn't acknowledge her, only awaited her leave so you could examine the gowns she had motioned towards while babbling courtesies you didn't give a fuck about. It'll definitely take more than four gowns to earn forgiveness for the treatment meted out to you down in the dungeons, but you wanted to give the tyrant lord a little bit of credit, for the gowns were stunning.

As you took in the details of each cloth, you came upon a note, which read: Sweetest Elvira,

Forgive my imbecile progeny, if you think they are worth it, but let us celebrate your presence, still, in my abode. Would you be so kind to accept my invitation for dinner? I have long yearned your company since the last time Lord and Lady Stoica visited.

Hoping to have you with me,

Alcides Dimitrescu.

Your blood boiled at his handwriting. It was the same intricate, royally cursive writing that signed the parcel of your family's heads.

You headed into the bath with murder on your mind; no matter how many times you'd sink into the warm waters, the heat only aggravated your fuming self. It was rosewater, the scent made your mind trail back to days of yore: when your mother would set up baths like this for you, the sweet scent of herbs and nature's warmth filled your hateful mind with nostalgia, then worry. Your mother had the most fight in her, no doubt about that, but that didn't mean she resorted to it easily; always seeing the best in people, giving them countless chances to repent. A generous, godly trait, but fatal in a world dominated by people like the man you were to meet with for dinner— supper, or whatever. You were just glad you weren't being served as the main course.

For now.

As you dried yourself up, your mind replayed the conversations, the characteristics and behaviours of the family. How he called you, 'Elvira'. Yes, Lady Elvira Natalia of Familia Stoica, another noble household your family put an end to. The irony lay in her appearance: the two of you looked alike — no, identical. Perhaps minor attributes set the difference between you two, or the fact that you put a bullet between her eyes — eyes just like yours; it was the reason why the Vânători de urâciuni men hesitated to kill her — sister, daughter, and niece. Not you, never had you hesitated. It's what set you apart in a man's world. If a woman's emotions got the best of her, than lucky for you and unfortunate for the whole world, the only feelings coursing through your mind like the blood in your veins were bloodlust. Blood and Lust, as your mind trailed back to Lord Dimitrescu—

Alcides fuckin' Dimitrescu.

He was tall, so tall, he had to crouch to an uncomfortable extent just to get a proper look at your frame through the dungeon bars. His raven locs and beard: neat as a lord, rugged like a pirate; his sharp nose, his thick, furrowed brows, his luscious lips and those eyes. Those fucking amber eyes, captivating, devouring you like a fox after literal meat. Their hue was as fluorescent as a Wendigo's, then how was he not like one? How is he so devilishly handsome?

Stuck in a limbo, half- hypnotised with hazy memories of the Lord, memories you were yet to make with him, you were left enchanted; like he had cast a spell on yo— "Holy fuck." That's it. It's the only logical reason behind such profound emotions. He had cast a spell on you. It could've easily been the waters, you had bathed in them, let the rose waters soak every inch of your skin. Or worse, his eyes? You had definitely not been that out of it to imagine them glowing in the dark, but if he truly practised necromancy at such a profound level that a mere look in your direction left you enamoured, then you had to come up with a plan, and come up with a plan fucking fast.

Despite your certainty that the only way you'd feel something so unlikely for a man who was responsible for the death of family, was via nécromancies, you still had to be sure. So, you performed an indication ritual. In a vessel, you stored the possible method of enchantment — the bath water — along with the blood of the enchanted. You prick your finger deep enough to get ample beads of crimson out, letting them drop into the vessel. Now, if by dawn, the contents of the vessel turn potently black, your suspicions are true, and the tyrant Alcides, indeed, cast a spell on you, but if it were to remain colourless, than the worst of your concerns has arisen, for you'd have willingly let lust overpower the balance of bloodlust in the weigh of your emotions.

Placing the vessel underneath your bed, you begin dressing. The odds were too ironic not to choose the rose coloured gown for the evening, so you wore it, feeling condemned to. Fixing whatever you deemed necessary, you stepped out of your room to find the chamberlain stationed exactly where she said she'd be.

Her breath hitched a little, eyes widening as she saw you turn towards her, "You look beautiful, Miss Stoica," was her way of seeing 'you clean up pretty nice for a dirty mess in the dungeons', but you paid no heed, letting the woman escort you.

The walk to the Lord's dining area was awkward, and fearful for the servant. There was no denying you resembled the heiress of one of the Seven Royal Families, but you hadn't thought your own victim's identity would play as your decoy in your most fatal mission.

You didn't blame them, you were dumbfounded at the striking resemblance, yourself.

The hair, the skin, the features; it was without a doubt you killed your doppelgänger that day, and though you were never one to follow rituals of lore, it says, 'the slaughtering of one's self' — a doppelgänger — 'is the greatest sign of one's power and control', so it was no wonder since then you had long been feared in every corner of Eastern Europe, but you never earned notoriety, nor make a fuss over the death of The Stoicas, which is why everyone in Castle Dimitrescu believes you to be her, for they think she is what you are; alive.

"We've arrived, madam. If you need me, please don't hesitate to call." She gave you a knowing look, one of empathy? Weird. Interestingly weird. You only nodded, before pushing the glass doors open, and letting yourself in.

Alcides sat with the three of his sons, you'd heard him call them Boian, Cătălin, and Dorin, not knowing which one is which, but you doubt names matter when their death's are destined by your hands. As if sensing you, something you'd mentally categorise among his vampiric characteristics, his head shot up from his sons and immediately those amber eyes were on you, ripping through your dress, eating you alive. His lifeless skin flushed at the sight of you, wet hair clinging to your frame so perfectly, he could smell the shampoo from here. How tightly the dress hugged your curves, how accentuated the rose colour of the gown made your ethereal body. Your plump, pouty lips were rosy like the gown, an even prettier colour, the sudden blush that dared to creep on your face, your determined brows raised a little at the shameless attention you were receiving, your big, radiant doe eyes widening, pupils dilating, and your long lashes batting at his direction.

"Elvira." He rose from his seats, as did his sons, heads snapping right at you to shamelessly ogle at you. On seeing that the look of disgust on your face was directed towards his sons, he shot them a fuming glare, causing them to nod an apology and immediately be seated again.

"Thank you for joining me." He said, softly, awaiting you. You moved closer, deciding to be seated beside the lord, across from his sons. "How have you been, my dear?" His hand found yours, yours minuscule in his clasp. "I had been fine, until certain miscreants accused me of trespassing."

You shot the three culprits a glare, and rightly so. Alcides eyed his sons, clearing his throat obviously when his sons remained oblivious to his cryptic signs.

"We're, uh," began one, "We're sorry, Madam Stoica," continued the other, "We didn't mean for any of that to happen, we just wanted to scare what appeared to be an uninvited guest at the time." "Had we known it was you... well, let's just say your welcome would've been different. Mostly." Finished the last, and your mind immediately caught on to the insinuation:

"Eat her in a different way, I'd definitely."

You could see the man's blood boil beside you, "Scuzați-vă." He growled, and you caught a glimpse of just how much fear he's instilled into his children, for they immediately excused themselves from the table and left with hurried steps.

"Pardon them, I don't know where I went wrong in raising them." He sighed once they were out of sight, rubbing the bridge of his nose. You've never been one to sympathise with an enemy, but maybe sympathy isn't what'll lead to his slaughter; seduction is.

You wordlessly place a hand atop his, earning a soft gasp from him. His eyes searched your face, and when you couldn't help but give him a small smile, he grinned; from ear to ear, letting his pearly fangs rise from their pillowy coverings, his lips, which he soon had to bite to control his giddiness. "Oh, Elvira," his voice was soft, a mere yearn lingering in the warmth of the room. Had it been this hot since you stepped in, or had the flush of your cheeks been indicating otherwise? "You're so beautiful." His other hand tucked the stray strand of hair falling onto your face, behind your ear. You felt a tinge of bitterness brewing in you, whatever relationship was established between Alcides and Elvira, it sure was on the better side of the spectrum.

Were you really feeling jealous of your dead doppelgänger? Well, from the way he looked at you— her — right now, you'd say he wouldn't take to her murder too kindly.

"I swear, you're even more beautiful than the last time I saw you." You blushed, so he enjoyed the new-and-improved Elvira more. "Yet you stay ever handsome." NO. You didn't mean for it to slip, you didn't mean it, you didn't think it — yet, you said it, and he fucking relished in it.

To save you from your embarrassment, your newfound guardian angels, the chef and other servants, brought in food of all sorts. Albeit the sheer hatred you felt towards them, you couldn't help but ask Alcides about his sons. "Aren't you sweet?" He looked at you with fondness, before answering, "The servants will bring them food to their quarters."

Fair enough.

You proceeded eating without another word or glance in his direction. Upon finishing the scrumptious meal, you waited for Alcides to take the lead.

Men like him relished in power, authority, and since he was born into it with a silver spoon hanging from his mouth, it was the only thing he knew.

He looked at you for several moments, an unreadable expression on his face making you more conscious than repelled, as if you craved the validation of his eyes.

He rose from his seat, one hand lingering in the air, an invitation for you to clasp it, while the other grabbed a hefty cluster of grapes by the stem. "Walk with me, darling."

He had to look painfully low to even see your head, once you rose to your height, it helped, but little aid was provided to the giant standing at 9'6.

You held his hand, the sheer size difference had you squirming in your steps.

Just imagine how beautiful sex would be with him, you wouldn't even be able to fit him— "Fuck," you whined under your breath, making damn sure your voice wasn't audible to Mount Everest beside you.

This was the spell talking — thinking; it's got to be. You withdrew your hand, pretending to fix the blouse of the dress, earning a glance from the Lord in your direction, which only stayed for a moment before the calming silence between the two of you was the only thing you could see, until he halted, pulling your attention back to him. "Fruit, my dear?" He waved the cluster, so you knew which ones he was talking about. Come to think of it, you did feel thirsty, and those grapes looked lusciously juicy.

"I don't see why not," you shrugged, not anticipated him to raise the cluster to his mouth and bite a grape off. You watched, mouth slightly agape as a perfectly fine grape rested between his fangs. Even the slightest subconscious movement could rip through the fruit, yet it stayed perfectly safe in his mouth.

He then crouched, now eye-to-eye with you. His eyebrows raised in your direction, challenging you. Challenging you to pull the fruit out of his mouth, and there was only one way to do it.

You bit your lip, you could have your fun, just until you find a reversal cure to his spell.

So, you grab onto both his wide, muscular shoulders, letting your arms cross around his neck. You smirk at him, bringing one hand forward to trace his features. He was so, so strong, to the point you were more aroused than intimated. Your hand reached his torso, you could see how your teasing placed him in agony. Slowly, you let your hand ghost over his pants, and lo and behold, he was aroused; painfully so, and you felt it immoral to torment a man so much (the fucking irony), so you palmed him through his pants, causing his mouth to hang open and out fell grape— right into your palm.

You bring the fruit up to your mouth, Alcides left mesmerised with the way your plump, perfect lips wrapped around it before ripping through it. A moan escaped your lips as the juice dripped down your tongue. "So good," you left out a sigh, and something in him snapped. Alcides flipped you around, you were now pressed against some wall that practically emerged in support of his... expeditions. He plucked two grapes, placing them in his large palm, before bringing it closer to your face. When your eyes widened in confusion, his other hand wrapped itself around your jaw, squeezing your cheeks to open your mouth, before you realised what he demanded and gave it to him; you licked about the fruit, before accepting them into your mouth. Your tongue still teased his flesh, when he pulled away. Amber eyes mere slits with obvious lust, "Now," he began, "You can say you've eaten out of the Lord's palm." He winked at you before walking away.

You steadied your haggard breathing, before deciding to follow him when a certain room caught your eye. It were as if your name was being chanted like a careful whisper, that only sounded when you were left alone. Following your gut, as a hunter as skilled as you would, you push open the heavy doors and let yourself in.

The first thing catching your eye was an obnoxious leather chair that you couldn't help but run a hand over, "Gator skin," you scowled. Though a hunter, you were against hunting — animals, that is, although you'd be hypocritical to say so when the creatures you send to hell are no less barbaric than a creature tormenting in wilderness. Still, you believed in fighting an equivalent, or even better, an apparent immortal.

On the left of it was an fireplace, charcoaled in exhaustion like it recently gave up it's flame and purpose, and in front, was a library, the source of your calling; not colossal, yet extreme in number. The whispering chant grew to a shout, a yearn for each leather-clad covering of ink spilled on paper to be touched by your feather-light fingertips, and only a fool would turn down a beseech like such.

Books of alchemy, instructional journals of God summonings, documentations on every supernatural creature that roamed the planet and how to kill them; even the Satanic Bible was on display, and you explored every single one of them. Fighting the temptation to steal every book with valour, despite how useful each would've proved to be to you in the future, you declined every book until you reached what you sought, rather, what sought you tonight. "The Book of The Four Houses", the spine read. You pulled the book out, not anticipating it to be so heavy. "The Book of The Four Houses", you read again, searching for an author, but not met by any name.

You flip through the pages frantically, in hopes to find any continuance of relevance to your brother's observations, and there it was: Familia Dimitrescu, the excerpt was titled.

"Alcides Dimitrescu was born into the noble Dimitrescu family sometime before the Great War, and through this ancestry inherited a hereditary blood disease, possibly porphyria cutanea tarda. Although his family traced their origins to Cesare, one of the four founders of an isolated mountain village in Europe, Alcides himself lived elsewhere, perhaps through a cadet branch. In the aftermath of the Second World War and the abolition of the nobility, Dimitrescu returned to his family's former lands, which had fallen under the control of a neopagan cult worshipping the Black God.

Prior to 1958, at the age of 44, Dimitrescu was lured by the cult leader, Mother Miranda, to a crypt beneath the village cemetery, where he was surgically implanted with a Cadou parasite. The purpose of this experiment was to determine his viability as a candidate who could become host to a parasitic intelligence at a later date. This experiment mutated Alcides' body considerably, granting him regenerative capabilities, retractable claw-like nails, and the ability to transform into a dragon-like monster and back again. Moreover, the parasite halted his aging process, maintaining his appearance perpetually. In spite of these impressive biological changes, the resulting mutation did not nullify his blood disease. As a result, Dimitrescu needed a ready supply of fresh human blood to maintain his health, and was therefore judged by Miranda to be a failure."

"Although Dimitrescu was of no use as a host, his claim to Castle Dimitrescu was recognized by Miranda and he was allowed to take residence in the village as one of the Four Lords, who would maintain order over the native peasantry while aiding Miranda in Cadou research. Upon inhabiting the estate, Dimitrescu took over his family's vineyard and wine-distribution business as a means of supporting himself."

"Relishing in his reclaimed noble status, Dimitrescu developed extreme caste-based views of society, seeing himself as second only to Miranda herself. He openly loathed the other three house Lords, particularly Karl Heisenberg, whom he frequently argued with. He privately bemoaned that he was not Miranda's favorite, instead being treated the same as all the others. Despite this, Dimitrescu's alliance with the other houses allowed him to rule his castle with barbarous cruelty, regularly taking in new staff to replace those who had been taken to his dungeon to be killed and drained of blood for sustenance."

"Dimitrescu's own experiments with Cadou appear to have been limited, as the only confirmed instance was an experiment begun by Miranda and monitored by Dimitrescu. In this experiment, the corpses of three men were implanted with Cadou parasites. Over the course of about a week, the Cadou produced fly-like organisms which then consumed the flesh of all three bodies. Having assimilated the DNA of these men, the flies merged to mimic their human shapes and slowly adapted their likenesses. Dimitrescu immediately formed a bond with these three men, whom he named Boian, Cătălin, and Dorin, and came to regard himself as their father. They obeyed Dimitrescu without question, and were similar to him in that they were ageless and reliant on vampirism for sustenance. However, they were incapable of withstanding cold temperatures, thus remaining trapped within the confines of Castle Dimitrescu."

That explains the overwhelming warmth of the Castle that had began to annoy you.

"Over the next seventy years, Dimitrescu and his sons systematically consumed the flesh and blood of local peasants and servants alike. The blood of maids was extracted and combined with grapes to create Sanguis Virginis (Latin for "Maiden's Blood"), a traditional Dimitrescu family wine. The female victims, now infected with Mold, lived on as Moroaicǎ and Samcă, while male victims were consumed and then hollowed out to be turned into scarecrows for the castle vineyard."

"Dimitrescu's reign of terror was not without resistance, however, as one villager is known to have stolen a family heirloom — the Dagger of Death's Flowers — in an attempt to assassinate him with its poisoned blade. The attempt failed and he was buried with the dagger in the Tower of Worship to keep it hidden from any others who might seek to harm him."

You snapped the book shut, mind whirling in an epileptic shock, replaying every single word over and over in your head, then images of Alcides, his "sons", Cadou Parasites, Mother Miranda? By the time you realised it, you were hyperventilating, eyes scattering from corner-to-corner, in search of anything less cryptic, anything less 'Once-upon-a-time-there-was-a-beautiful-boy-named-Alcides', and more 'Weakness-to-duhduhduh-kill-by-gunshot-to-the-duhduhduh'.

You threw your head back in unfamiliar pain that originated from your chest, you can't believe plain ink on paper knocked the air out of you, but then again, so did the signed caskets of your family; by the same man you now found out to be ancient and seemingly indestructible, but talk of this "Dagger of Death's Flowers" gave you hope.

Your thoughts of retrieving it were cut short when the doors burst open. "What are you doing?" roared the thunderous voice of the man of the hour, "Elvira." His voice was laced with an emotion you were too out of your head to begin deciphering. His eyes dropped to the book in your hands while awaiting your answer. "Oh, why didn't you say so?" His expression softened, causing you to raise a brow in perplexity. He walked over, the fondness in his eyes returned, causing your tense posture to relax a bit. He took the book from you, and seemingly landed on a page mentioning Alcides' life before lordship. "You really love this book, don't you? I guess it is fun to read a fan's work." He chuckled, flipping through the pages as if he hadn't seen the book in a long, long time.

Huh.

If 'Elvira', too, had been scavenging through the book of Dimitrescus, possibly for the same reason as you, maybe you're more similar than you thought.

When you looked up to his height, his eyes were already on you. "You look tired, my dear. I would be happy to take you to your quarters." He smiled, and your heartbeat was quick to quicken at that. "I'd like that, my Lord."

My Lord.

The walk to your chambers was a haze, all you could feel was the growing wetness in your panties from the way his eyes bore into you; penetrating every inch of you, consuming your conscience with the darkest desires.

Taking out your brother's journal from your bag, you flipped to a fresh page and began filling in your own conclusions. As you wrote, you began to think— not just as a hunter, but as a long deprived woman who had just encountered the most handsome man ever, who just also happened to have murdered her family.

The way he walks, the way he holds your innocent gaze challengingly, the way he looks at you like you're the most exquisite meal, and he's a man starving. You had long abandoned the trepidation and abhorrence you felt towards his cannibalistic lifestyle, instead, feeling a shameful surge of lust shoot into you. You rubbed your thighs together, laying on the bed, but dutifully still, writing every bit of knowledge you gained today; from the parasite, to relations with the leaders of the other Houses and Seven Royal Families that Vânători de urâciuni had already slaughtered, to Mother Miranda, and even what little you read about the Black God.

By the time you covered every intricate detail of a disaster waiting to happen, the heat between your legs was nuclear; the throb, unbearable, leaving you no choice but to act on your animalistic urges. You straighten up, slowly discarding the beautiful cloth that once accentuated your body, now felt like constricted bondages on it.

Once bare, you sink into the pillowy cushions of your given quarters. Something about the whole room smelled like him, but the strongest scent came from your dress, when you were pressed against him. Even both your arousals could be scented from the innocent rose dress, so you tugged it closer to you, breathing in his smoky musk scent, along with your innocent floral one. "Fuck," you groaned, fingers finally ghosting over the mess dying to be made between your legs.

You decided now was not the time to tease, so you coat your fingers in your wetness and smear circles on your swollen clit. "Fuck."

Your bud throbbed in your grasp, desperate to have a little somebody's fanged mouth on it, your nipples hardened the same, aching to have that mouth graze over them, suckle on them, taint the soft, ample flesh with sinister marks. Hell, if it meant one night of succumbing to carnal pleasures, you'd even let the fucker carve that neo-pagan cult symbol on you.

"Fuck!" You weren't thinking straight — no, you weren't thinking at all. How could you? You were under a spell, 'Yes, that was it,' you thought, more so struggling in convincing yourself than anything. Just the sheer thought of a man possessing vile notoriety, relishing in every crime you've fought against; his size, the abnormality of it all. You fantasised about how inhumanely long his tongue might be, teasing around your clit before plunging into your slit.

Oh, that's it.

You shoved your fingers inside of you, whining at how unfulfilling they were, when compared to the hands of him. You were pretty sure his middle finger was bigger than your face.

The only sound to be heard was the squelching of your pussy and your whimpering. You could only pray you weren't audible, not that you minded, because it was Elvira Stoica who'd get mocked, not Y/N Y/L.

Your pace quickened at the thought of him fucking you as Y/N. Would the thought of fucking the enemy be as tantalisingly erotic to him, too? Or would he just hate fuck you, and then feast on your flesh?

"Fuck me..—" You lost your voice when your breath hitched in your throat. "Ju-just like that, mhhm." You were so close, just a bit more... "Fuck me."

That's it, honey, just let go—

"Oh," you moaned too loud to be safe, "Alcides!"

Your legs were shaking, cunt spasming around your fingers while your chest heaved up and down, in a breathless state.

As you rubbed your high out, realisation dawned in on you.

What have you done?

You woke up disgruntled.

Still unimaginably wet, yet thankful for the release, but you hadn't forgiven yourself. Last night was unacceptable, even for someone enchanted. To make matters worse, this isn't even the first time someone put an infatuation spell on you; at least three men before this, but not to pacify an enemy, but to woo a stoic woman with only murder on her mind.

The victim of such a spell for the fourth time, yet Alcides is different. This was incredible necromancy, not like any you've encountered before. It was then you remembered the vessel underneath your bed. Almost too eagerly you jumped off the bed, still somewhat entangled in the sheets, which you threw off swiftly.

You ducked under the bed, the vessel promisingly in the same spot as you had left it. Reaching for it with closed eyes and crossed fingers, you pull it from underneath and lift it to your height.

As you peeped one eye open, then the other in disbelief, you threw the vessel with one swing of your arm. It banged against the wall, before falling to the ground with a typical, screeching metal noise.

This can't be happening. There was no way you felt what you did for Alcides, willingly. The clear contents of the vessel indicated otherwise, though. There was no mistake in your ritual, either; you added what was needed and waited long enough.

"No, no, no, no, NO!"

This can't be fucking happening. You were ready to bawl your eyes out, when one sophisticated knock erupted you. "Elvira." It was him, you knew, your body and heart knew.

When no response followed, Alcides began, "My sons and I are travelling out of estate," he cleared his throat, "I'm sorry for telling you on such short notice, but we won't be back until tomorrow." His voiced trailed off, as if waiting for you to reveal yourself, your reaction, anything, but you're too shaken up to give him any satisfaction. "That's quite alright, my lord." You swallow the lump in your throat, not being able to control yourself and adding, "I'll be right here, waiting." You swore you heard a groan, but were stuck in a limbo by the time Alcides left your door.

You decided all things could be said and done after bathing, so you run a bath and let the scented waters soak into you, replacing the stench of your sins with the perfumed power of blaming Alcides; but you couldn't do that anymore, could you? Not when he was never provocative.

Once you finished freshening up, you grabbed another one of the gowns Dimitrescu gave you. It was black, and beautiful; you were left speechless when you put it on. God, did he really have to make you feel beautiful when you were sent to kill his entire bloodline? "Ah, such unfortunate circumstances." You 'tsked' before doing your hair.

By the time you were done with your makeup, you were certain of today's plan: You were going for breakfast, accessing the courtyard, navigating the Tower Of Worship, exhuming the villager with whom the "Dagger of Death's Flowers" is buried; dig it out, lace the blade with gunpowder, stab all fuckers, one by one, get the fuck out, walk miles back home, and hibernate.

Sweet.

You step out of your quarters to find the chamberlain posted there, just like the day before. "If I say so, my lady?" She looked up at you, the tiny thing was adorable for the fear she felt, yet still wanted you to know that, "You look ravishing." She briefly looked you in the eye before the rouge on her cheeks became embarrassingly obvious, to her. You, on the other hand found her just as she was, adorable.

Upon entering the dining area, she silently took her leave, when you grabbed her wrist. "First Alcides, now you, too?" You asked, flirtatiously referring to both of them excusing themselves from you. "The least you could do is give me company." And how could anyone resist the sultry tone of a stunning woman?

So the chamberlain finds herself dining with you.

You insisted she sat besides you, and despite putting the maximum distance between your chairs, she complied. "So...?" You inquired after finishing your meal, referring to her name. "Oh— uh— Pasha, mi lady." You smiled, "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." You saw her rub her thighs together from the corner of your eye. "Well, Pasha," you decided to break the awkward silence that hadn't formed yet, "You think you can take me to the Tower Of Worship?" You sipped on your tea, eyeing her while you swallowed, only to see her with widened eyes and haphazard breathing. "Me-my l-lady—..." she stammered, hesitation painted all over her soft features as if you asked her to murder The Dimitrescus herself, or eat you out, you couldn't decide which was more mortifying for the poor girl. "What is it, Pasha?" You sighed.

"Th-the area is strictly off limits— only the... family can go there." She gulped at your growingly irritable expression. "I am part of the family — the Stoica household, in case you've forgotten, cameristă."

"I- yes, mi lady. I'm so sor—" "I don't want to hear it." You interrupted, raising a hand in the air. "Will you, or will you not take me to the Tower Of Worship?" You stared at her, the impatience visible on your face, before you decided to put on the façade you knew best; the façade of seduction. "Please, Pasha," you placed a hand on her bare thigh, her little skirt leaving little to imagination.

"For me?" Were the magical words that got the job done.

So you walk with the head of the staff of Castle Dimitrescu, into the family's place of worship, to exhume the corpse of the only man with the balls to try and assassinate him.

Pasha dropped you off at the foot of the Tower, more than happy to bolt away once you told her it was okay to leave you alone.

You walk up the stairs, and into the end of Castle Dimitrescu.

For a place of "worship", the place had the most oppressive aura, reeking of the occult and unimaginable. You fought your way inside, barely getting in while the air was knocked out of you; perhaps, a barrier of necromancy, despite it, you were able to get through.

You ran from corner to corner, searched every square centimetre of the place, but no place near-resembled the tomb of an assailant. "Fuck, where is it?" Your hands dipped inside your bag to look for something, before pulling it out and beginning your rummaging.

Indeed, you had stopped by Alcides' study before breakfast, telling the maid you 'forgot something' in there during your "time" last night, before winking at her shamelessly and forcing your entry. Sneaking out 'The Book of The Four Houses' was something you could do with your eyes closed.

Your eyes read past every word until you landed where you were made to stop, when the wave of overwhelm hit you last night. "Hall of the Four", the title read.

"The Hall of the Four, known in Japanese as Between the Four Angels (四天使の間, shi tenshi no aida?), is an area of Castle Dimitrescu." The Hall of the Four leads to the Tower of Worship, but this door cannot be opened until the four masks are placed on the Angel statues."

You groaned a string of profanities.

It's like you were set up for failure, and the worst part is, you could hear him laughing in the back of your mind— Alcides. His new abode has become the back of your mind, for he never leaves there.

Tired, disappointed and on the verge of giving up, you leave the Tower. You were a goner without the masks, and despite being in a rush to at least try and acquire them, you walked in a defeated slumber.

The chamberlain met you somewhere near the courtyard, surprised to see you walking out alive. "Lady Stoica—" "Just take me to my quarters, Pasha." You sighed, earning a swift nod from the confused chamberlain.

You walked lost, still, until you reached your room and opened that damned book again. While you scrolled through the contents, a mere note fell off, barely in your grasp.

The handwriting.

It was your brother's, but— it couldn't be. They never got close enough, which is why you're here now, right? They never got close enough. Three of the most feared, skilled men in the world of hunting never got close to one man and his three experiments for sons.

How in the hell did— Wait.

'Mask of Pleasure: Second Floor of Castle Dimitrescu',

that's where you are right now.

Everything could wait, hell, God could wait on the other line of heaven. You needed answers, yes, but something in your gut tells you it's better unknown. All that matters right now is killing him and every last member of his twisted family.

Or at least that was the plan...

You find yourself walking towards any room, with any possibility of possessing a mask. Hell, you had no idea what it looked like, but if it looks anything like the pleasure you'd be rewarding yourself with once you get the fuck out of this place, the mask won't be too difficult to find.

Soon enough you had pulled the place apart — the whole floor — except one room you hadn't set foot in. Alcides Dimitrescu's chambers.

A colossal door; you couldn't look away from the necromantic symbols etched into the woodwork. Had you not possessed the ability to see through such dark arts, you would've stepped right in and be left to deal with a fatality. You pull two vessels from your bag; the Blood of Christ and Vurxelheim, two of the purest substances on the planet, known to melt away all magic, no matter how ancient or dark, and as your expected, it did just that.

Alright, now all that was needed was to open the door, and even an amateur could do that with a pin.

Upon entering, you took in the details of his abode, almost forgetting to close the door behind you. Everything was brown; that's something you've noticed about the whole castle. Monotonously warm shades of brown, dimly lit with heat radiating over every surface. You only quirked a brow at the abnormalities. It soon came to your knowledge that the foundation of this floor is regarded as the "Hall of Pleasures". Kinky.

You looked around every corner, in every possible direction and space, but to no avail. Sighing, your head fell back, eyes closed it absolute demotivation, but when you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was porcelain intricately carved, and hanging from the ceiling; a place where no mortal, but only a 9'6 indestructible titan of a tyrant could reach. It was obnoxious, if anything; placing it in a place so obvious, yet so out of reach — a direct message to show he's better than the rest, quite literally above them.

With no possible way of reaching it, you were still accessing your options when one strong arm wrapped itself around your waist and raised you up, right to where the mask hanged. "If you wanted to swing by my chambers,"

"You could've just asked, mic vânător."

Little Hunter— "Let go of me!" You writhed in his grasp, hand slowly reaching for the mask, still. "If you say so," he shrugged before letting go of you completely, letting you hang from the ceiling like a dreamcatcher. "Son of a bitch! You put me down this instant or I swear to God I'll rip through you and your experiments with my bare hands." "Ah, there's no need to get feisty, Elvira." He said, grabbing you by the waist, and putting you down, despite your kicking and struggling. "I'm only trying to help." He grunted, one hand disappearing behind his trench coat; you were ready to pounce at him, when he pulled, seemingly, the other three masks from behind.

"There you go, sweetheart. Masks of Joy, Sorrow, and Rage." He waved the remaining three keys to The Hall of the Four. You eyed him, and he swore the frowning pout was the cutest sight he's ever seen. "C'mon, they're yours for the taking, darling." He smiled at you.

"What's the catch, Alcides?" You sighed.

It's never that fucking easy, is it?

"One night with me." He simply spoke, taking your deepening scowl as a notion to carry on, "One night to decide what is it that you want, Elvira," "Or should I call you, Y/N Y/L of the Vânători de urâciuni?" Your eyes widened with horror; you hadn't processed him calling you 'little hunter', yet, and now this? This could only mean— "How did you—" "Please. 'You think I wouldn't find out about the mass murder of my fiancé? And imagine the gossip about town that it was a doppelgänger who did it." No, you were careful, he's lying — he's got to be. "Lucky for me, I get the sexier one, now." He chuckled, impressed with his wit.

When you didn't give him the satisfaction of freaking out on him, moreover agreeing to his terms, he rolled his eyes, "Pentru dumnezeu! The first mistake was the rocks you climbed on. They've deliberately been arranged like so, for trespassers like you to easily enter, walk through the courtyard, and into the quarters of my sons for them to feast upon. Then, leaving your blood on the grill? The scent agonised me. It was so difficult to put those three dogs on a leash, having never smelled something so sweet." He 'tsked', "The second mistake was trusting Pasha. It was her hand that twirled in your bath water, mixing the infatuation spell, and it was her, too, that switched the vessel underneath your bed. Very clever, by the way, very thoroughly performed indication ritual."

"But your third— baby, this mistake might as well be a blessing because it's the only fucking thing keeping me away from ripping into you slowly, and feast on your flesh for two whole days; pleasuring yourself, in my fucking castle, fantasising about fucking me."

"Oh, and the guillotine was Heisenberg, I only added the dramatic touch of sending the heads back."

You couldn't bear it.

Bottles full of emotions you've locked away for ages finally hit the concrete of reality; shattering to a million pieces while the man you still find irresistible, had an unimpressed look on his face. "Y/N. I know you want to kill me—" "Oh, honey, you have no idea." You laughed dryly, choking on sobs, but something tells you the impact of your threat didn't go in the direction you wanted because he visibly tensed when you called him, "honey".

"But," he raised both hands in defence, "I wouldn't have gotten you these," he said, waving the masks again, "If I didn't think this deserved a chance— we — deserved a chance." "You think I'll let you anywhere near me after you toyed with me like a plaything? Sent me my father, my uncle, my brother's heads to add a 'dramatic touch'?" "I should've put a more potent spell on you," he cursed under his breath, earning a scoff from you.

You pulled out a dagger from your thigh holster, and lunged at him. Caught off guard, Dimitrescu's eyes widen while you slashed through his alabaster shirt, eager to bleed some crimson into his lifelessly pale skin. "I've had it with you, brat!" He growled, the whack of his palm on your cheek took you back, and you didn't mean to moan.

The cry, it was wanton, and it had Alcides latching on to every ounce of self control he still preserved. "Alright, here's what we're gonna do," he grabbed the dagger from your grasp within a second. "You're gonna take off your clothes, lay down, looking pretty for me like you always do," he walked closer, raising his large hands again in defence. "You following me— okay," he inched closer to you, while you backed away, further into the wall. "I'm gonna feast on this pussy, then I'm gonna finger your tight hole open, and because I'm feeling generous," he grabbed ahold of your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, "I'm not gonna force my cock into your pretty little throat, you're gonna beg for it." He caressed your face, the way your doe eyes watered while staring at him, like glass he could see his reflection in, your agape lips and soft expression made his pants constrict his cock agonisingly. "And the last thing I'll be doing, even if it's my last ever," his hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you to his king-sized bed. Laying you down, and climbing on top like a wolf on a lamb, he says, "Is fucking this pussy till you finally accept that you're made for me."

His mouth latched onto your neck, easily manhandling you at the same time while you writhed in his grasp. "I would rather be dead." You spat out venomously, which only made Alcides smile. "Well, alright. I'd still pound you till you're a mere cum-dump, but I'd surely miss those pretty sounds you made when you fingered yourself thinking about me." He panted against your pulse point, baritone voice hoarse with lust.

He spread your legs, lifting both your hands up by the wrists to his face. "Tiny little things," he kissed the knuckles of each finger, "Unsatisfying, aren't they?" He showered your hands with kisses, "Don't worry, darling, I'm here now." He raised both hands so their size was visible in your periphery, before grabbing your dress and pulling it over your head. "No!" You resisted, causing him to huff, annoyed. "Don't make me tear it off, honey, you look breathtaking in it." He cooed, and your movements haltered enough for him to successfully get it off you. "Good girl— such a good girl f'me."

Immediately his eyes were on your curves, your hips — perfect for bearing the child he was about to fuck into you, your breasts, so ample, all available for his groping and fondling, your pussy almost peering out of the silk panties. "Fuck, Y/N." He groaned, about to rip your underwear off when your pleads interrupted him. "Alci-Alcides please don't." "Hm," his sharp eyes seemed to be calculating his next move. "You say no, but your body," he groaned, pressing the knuckles of two of his fingers against your clothed cunt, "Your body sings otherwise, my love."

Every second passing by was petrifying.

The mortal battle between blood and lust, two things you were the epitome of, qualities comprising your very backbone, now, asked you to break it; bend over backwards and break your back for this man.

The string of pleads you cried fell on deaf ears, which, a part of you was glad for. Maybe if you continued to put the blame on Alcides and his necromancy, you'll actually let yourself live with the fact that your desires to have him ravage in your guts is overpowering, and the carnality lay in the fact that you didn't even care about what happened after. You were serving him your body in a platter, which you had not an ounce of doubt would eventually serve that purpose, quite literally.

"Tell me you want me." He hovered over your breasts. If he wanted to play games, then games you'll play. "I want you..." you whispered, "to go fuck yourself." He would've smacked you again, but again, you would've enjoyed it. What did stop him, however, was the shit-eating grin plastered on your face that showed him you were still on planet Earth, among the living and the abominable.

"Now, why would I do that, when I've got such a pretty girl with her pussy all wet for me?" He mimicked your expression, staring into your soul until you were forced to look away, and your eyes landed right on his clothed erection. "This?" He followed your gaze, "You're going to take care of this in just a minute, but for now," he paused, his large hands turning into talons and ultimately perilous claws. Cutting through the hems of both your garments, he retracted his claws immediately. You flinched when his hands came closer to your hips, "Don't be afraid, mic vânător." His baritone voice gave you absurd comfort, the tone, reassuring. "They can't hurt you, unless I want them to." His pearly whites were like the fangs of a serpent, peering out, bloodthirsty for you.

With that, he lowered himself and dove right in.

You slithered about while his anomaly of a tongue kitten-licked your inner thighs. "I'll tie you to the fucking bed, if you don't quit squirming." He spat.

At your pussy.

You moaned in response, hips momentarily halting from the continuous resisting. "Yeah? You like that don't you, slut?" His fingers spread your slit, before spitting right into your tight hole that fluttered about nothing. "There you go, my love." He cooed in response to your whining, smoothly inserting his index finger into the same hole. A tremor ran down your spine at the sudden intrusion; the stone-cold, thick and long thing digit was a cruel thing, reaching that sweet spot the minute it bottomed out till, knuckle-deep in your velvety walls, and even calling the others to join in on the assault on your cunt.

Accommodating, now, three of his fingers, pummelling your cunt, scissoring you open, was more overwhelming than any dick you've ever taken. Maybe the fact that no one else could amount to the size of an ancient 9'6 vampiric cannibal Lord who's put his and the life of his sons in your palm.

Either you take them away, or let him take you to carnality never fathomed before, and the way he sucked on your swollen clit while fucking you with his fingers was a clear indication of your preference.

"Alcides," you moaned, nearing your high. "Yes, my love?" He replied almost instantaneously, as if finally you complied with a poor man's request. "What is it that you need, darling? I'll give it all to you." He lifted up from your pussy, leaving your clit with a wet 'pop' sound, making his way over to your breasts, while his movements inside you never faltered once. His sharp eyes searched yours, fixated on them while his hot tongue snaked out of his mouth to twirl around your hardened bud. Flesh on fire, you leaned into the feel of his mouth on you. "Fuck me, Alcides." You cried in defeat. How the mighty have fallen prey to the vultures of lust, mere carcasses of seduction.

Alas, the façade of seduction had backfired, and you had fucked up royally.

Upon hearing the trumpets of his victory through your pretty mouth, Alcides would've been a fool to refuse you. Eagerly he undoes his pants, letting his throbbing cock spring free. Your eyes damn-near saw your brain at the sight of the thing. "Alci— I can't." Seeing you panic, he began getting off on it. "You can, and you will." He hissed when his calloused thumb rubbed against the slit of his cock.

"Oh, I wanna feel that throat squeezing around me." He pumped faster, fucking his fist to the thought of you like many a night before. "But this pussy will do," "For now." He said, rubbing his length fervently against your slit, lathering your wetness on his leaking tip, enthusing a sweet mix of your cum, much more of which was to come.

"Won't be... able... to..." You spoke in between moans gaps the tip was in. The stretch was abnormal, ungodly, unnatural — exactly what you're deemed to kill. "You'll take it, mic vânător." He began to push more in, knocking the air out of your body. "Stop clenching," he groaned deeply, the sound resonating in your core. Nothing could've prepared you for this intrusion, so agonisingly painful, yet deliciously filling.

"You've... got to s.—stop... clenching." He pushed in the whole length, deadening your movements. You'd think he'd fear breaking you, but no. Alcides fuckin' Dimitrescu was thrilled to see you finally submitting, even if your body paralysed in the fear of being ripped open, your back arched, breasts stopped wavering in the air, and your breath caught in your throat.

Only when the loudest, most pornographic moan left your lips did Alcides begin to thrust into you, already drunk off of your pussy, ecstatic in ecstasy.

Despite the slow speed, his thrusts were deep enough for legs to start shaking. To your shock, he lifted your legs and since they couldn't reach his shoulder's that stood almost as stall as the fucking ceiling, they were swinging across his forearms, and at this angle he slammed his hips into you.

You screamed, damage was made to your vocal chords as well as your walls when the penetration quickly turned into pummelling, giving you zero time to adjust to the mammoth size of it. On seeing your closed eyes, Alcides smacked your face, gentler than before, yet enough for your eyes to shoot open, face contorting in pleasure at his gesture that was now among your favourites. "Don't let those pretty eyes waver away." His grip on your hips was threateningly tight. "Look into my eyes, or there," his eyes motioned downwards, and it was then you saw the immense bump in your belly. Your eyes widened in profound horror. He had most certainly torn your insides apart, you were sure.

"See how big it is— how well you still take it?" He babbled while vigourously pushing into your poor cunt. "Pl-lease, go... easy on—me." You managed to plead out, but nothing counts stop the possessed Lord. Finally, he got the chance to feel your insides, and there was no way in hell, he thought, he'd let you off easy. Not when you're the biggest threat to his existence, let you wrap so tightly around his monster cock.

Dumbfounded, cock-drunk, utterly paralysed in place, you had no choice but try to get accustomed to the relentless attack your pussy had to endure.

Just when you thought your demise would be the sole pleasure you were forced to undergo, two of his fingers rubbed fervent figure-eights on your bundle of nerves that ached with bloodrush.

You babbled incoherences, whimpering, shaking your head repeatedly when he lifted your lifeless body, just the tip of his cock inside, and switched positions with you. Now, he laid, somewhat upright, hands crossed behind his head. Leisurely eyeing you, while you struggled to breath with his entire length upright inside your walls, his tip pressing against your cervix like an enemy threatening to break down your barriers; your walls.

"M-move... please..." you mewled, causing him to 'tsk' with disdain. "Help yourself, căprița mea mică." He raised a brow, mouth curling viciously into a smirk, "Use me as you please." Your shaky hands reached for his broad shoulders, raising then steadying your hovering self over his cock. His eyebrows wiggled in amusement, awaiting your move comically, until the feel of your walls struggling to take in his tip pulled him back into a trance of pleasure.

He let out an animalistic groan that lingered to be what you swore was a whimper, so you did your best to lift your tiring legs and plop down on his cock, upright and pulsating inside you. "I could fuck this pussy every moment for the remnant of my days." He smiled at you, large palms resting on your hot ass, slowly caressing your curves. The gesture, so contradicting to the impaling you were enduring, nearly knocked the air out of you, for when your perplexed eyes met his expectedly ravenous ones, you were shocked to see them replaced by fondness.

"If I'm lucky enough to live," he paused, hands squeezing your ass before sitting upright, pulling you with him. You moaned wantonly when you felt his cock deeper. "Let this be how we wake, how we sleep — in each other's embrace." His eyes widened, as did yours, like deer caught in front of headlights. The feigning look of innocence on his face sent your core spiralling with erotic ache, when his face, not once breaking eye contact, inched forward to stop just in front of your nipple.

You shrieked when he took complete control, earning a whine from you as you just got the hang of dominance, but when you noticed the hellbent gleam of carnality in his eyes, you knew you were in for a ride.

He suckled on your bud while fucking through you. "You're close, aren't you?" He pulled away from your nipple with a pop sound, resting his bearded face on your breast, "I know you are. 'Can feel her tightening around my cock." He chuckled, mouth back on the hardened bud in his presence. You sneaked a hand down and rubbed your bundle of nerves, fervently.

His large fingers, jealous of your own, were quick to replace them in driving you to your high. You were practically spoon-fed the orgasm, that took a toll on your fragile body.

No emotion overwhelmed every hemisphere, every neurone of your brain like ever before. Your mind went spiralling away, like an eternal shore hugging the lunar tide for the first time a night, your shore's dry spell was over, and your body did it's best to fight the feeling and drive a stake through his lustful heart, but your body was worn out; used as any lucky ragdoll would be.

The overstimulation sent you back to Earth at godspeed. His movements were sloppy, but not faltering, and soon enough, he let his seed bathe your walls a pearly shade. "Take it all— carry my seed." He moaned, absentmindedly.

When you plopped onto his shoulders, he lifted you up single-handedly and laid between your legs. You instinctively closed them; despite being too fucked out of it, you still cringed at how both your cum leaked out of you, ruining the sheets and everything between.

"Alcides, no—"

You were a second too late in pleading, for he grabbed you by the legs, placed them on his shoulders, and stood up.

You hung upside down, your pussy a stone's throw away from the man's smirked lips. By now, you knew what was about to unfold, yet the first lick to your cum-coated lips sent shockwaves down your spine (rather up?).

He moaned against your clit, the vibrations causing you to writhe in his grasp. His tongue licked your pussy clean, the circular motions on your clit, to the long licks from your clit to slit.

It's crazy how an anomaly like him became your exception — the hunter's favourite prey. With a tongue so skilled, you weren't to be blamed for succumbing to your current situation; not like you could do much in the grasp of a monster like him.

You're lucky his cock didn't fuck a new hole into you.

When his large palms let go of your hips, you wrapped your legs around his neck instinctively. You could've used his vulnerability to your advantage, had your mind not clouded in the ecstasy of overstimulation. It seemed like Alcides thought the same, for he smirked devilishly to himself, letting his talons ghost about your flesh, before slightly retracting to pinch and squeeze your nipples. He placed open mouthed kisses on your clit that not once stopped throbbing.

You shook in agony, his mouth worked tantalisingly slow on your burning hot cunt. Deciding to show mercy, an unlikely thing for the tyrant Lord, he smiled at your frame hanging tightly from his; your breasts heaving under his touch, obstructing his view of your pleasure-stricken face.

Lord Dimitrescu plunged his tongue inside you, placing one hand on your hip to push and grind you against his tongue, and you swore every atom in your body was swollen with pleasure.

"No... n-no more..." Your beseech was deemed adorable by the man tongue-fucking you. He pulled out, slithery wet tongue, coated in your juices, leaving you breathless. He lapped at your wetness, growing per minute as he so desperately coaxed more out of you.

Dumbfounded, pussy-drunk, utterly engrossed in place, you had no choice but try to get accustomed to the relentless devouring of your pussy at the hands of your sworn enemy.

One of his hands snaked to your clit, the ever fervent pace of his movements drove you to madness. Your body stilled, eyes rolled back, breath hitched, and it was when his tongue flicked inside of you that you realised that you were doomed.

After drinking your juices clean, Alcides placed you gently on his bed, and by the time he laid next to you, you had already wandered off in dreams.

Your mother awaited your letters.

Perhaps, she'll be rejoiced to hear you alive and well, or maybe she'll be mortified that you're alive and well, and The Dimitrescus live and breath, still. Either way, she and the rest of the world better get used to you signing every final letter as 'Lady Dimitrescu'.

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[willalove75]

could you do one where reader goes to the village alone for some reason and almost gets assaulted (r#per I guess?) but fortunately Alcina saves her just on time, and they have some kind of comfort sex🙏

Thanks so much for the request!!

I definitely have requests that are much, much older than this one but I immediately had an idea when I saw this request so we're just going with it hahah

Warnings: s/a attempt (no actual s/a or detailed description) but please be careful reading anyways💕

Tags: Angst, fluff and smut

The cool summer evening air envelopes you as you make your way down the path towards the village. You can feel the tears evaporating off of your skin as they dry on your cheeks.

You know it isn't safe to be outside of the castle when it gets dark, but the fight you and Alcina had was the worst one you've had yet. She was angry after a meeting with Mother Miranda and the other Lords and all you wanted to do was help. She was too caught up in her rage and threw insult after insult at you, not realizing how deeply her words cut into your heart. She screamed at you to get out of her sight. You threatened back, saying if she kicked you out she'd never see you again, that you deserve to be treated better than that. Her only response was her chilling chuckle and the words "go ahead, see if I care. You're nothing but a pathetic maiden to me. You think you're special, but just know I can have a new you in a second if I so wished."

That was the last straw. Desperately holding back tears you ran from her study and out the door, only stopping to grab a shawl with the Dimitrescu sigil embroidered on it from the closet before leaving the castle. It was a gift from Alcina, she said that as long as you bore her crest, you would be safe.

Hurrying down the path, the sun sank lower and lower into the sky. You knew you needed to be inside before nightfall before the lycans began to roam the village.

The village finally came into view, you were so close, until a growl rumbled from the tree line. Not wanting to wait to find out what creature made the noise, you started to sprint towards the nearest building. The snarls and growls behind you let you know whatever it was was chasing you. After a brief look over your shoulder you saw a lycan sprinting and you kicked it into a higher gear and ran faster than ever.

As the buildings came closer you saw a few men outside, you recognized the building as the back of the village tavern.

"HELP!" You screamed, waving your arms at the men. "LYCAN! HELP ME!"

The men stopped what they were doing and turned towards you as you ran faster and faster, the lycan also gaining speed. One man pulled out a shotgun when you ran past him, practically falling into one of the other mans arms after tripping on a discarded bottle. The first man fired his shotgun at the lycan and you heard a "THUD" as it dropped to the ground.

Trying to catch your breath and calm your nerves you kept repeating over and over "thank you, thank you so much."

"Now, now, what's a little maiden like you doing all alone in those woods at night?" The man you fell into asks as he holds you by your arms.

"I-I was just on my way back to the village, I didn't realize how late it was." Eyeing your surroundings you notice that it's only you and the three men outside, no one else was in sight. "But thank you so much, I owe you all a pint at least, but I really should be getting inside."

You try to pull away but the mans grip tightens.

"Well hold on now darlin', what's the rush?"

"I really shouldn't be out this late."

"Well you have us here hero's to protect you."

"I really appreciate it, but please, let me buy you all a drink."

"I think we can come up with a better form of repayment, don't you think?" He says, looking to the other two men with a sinister smile.

Just then two more men stumble out of the back of the tavern.

"What the hell was that noise?!" One of them shouts.

"We found a damsel in distress." The man holding you says. "We were just discussing a form of repayment."

All five sets of eyes settle onto you and you knew then and there that you ran away from one monster, straight into the arms of another.

Fight or flight kicked in and you tried to pull away from the man but his grip tightened. Pulling your knee up, you make contact with his crotch and the man lets out a groan before his grip loosens. The moment he falters you make a run for it, only for one of the other men to grab you by your shawl and keep you from getting away.

The men drag you to the ground, kicking and screaming, fighting with all your might to get away. One of the men notices the Dimitrescu coat of arms on your shawl and he chuckles.

"Lookie here fellas, looks like we have one of the Lady's little maidens."

The look in their eyes grows darker as they start to move in on you.

-

An hour after your argument, Alcina was finally able to calm herself down. It was then that she realized the true weight of her words and the guilt set in. How could she have been so cruel to you? You were irreplaceable to her, she hoped deep down you knew that but she needed to make things right. Standing from her desk she began to search for you in the castle.

After checking your old room, the library, the kitchen, the atelier and your favorite sitting room she began to worry.

"Daughters! Come here now!" She calls.

The three girls appear in front of their mother moments later.

"Yes mother?" Bela asks.

"Have any of you seen y/n? I cannot find her anywhere."

The three girls look at each other and back at their mother, all shaking their heads "no."

"We haven't seen her mother." Daniela says.

"Why? Is she in trouble?" Cassandra says with a wicked smile.

"No, no she is not. I said some things I never should have and now I cannot find her." Worry starts to creep into Alcina's chest when she realizes she hasn't been able to hear your heartbeat, fearing that maybe she finally drove you away for good.

"Please excuse my interruption my Lady," one of the maids says after overhearing the conversation. "but you said you are looking for y/n?"

"Yes, have you seen her?" Alcina asks, turning towards the maid.

The maid turns her gaze to the floor and begins to tremble under the stare of her mistress.

"I-I-"

"If you know something maiden, speak. Now." Lady Dimitrescu says as her patience begins to thin.

"I saw her run out of the castle just over an hour ago my Lady."

"WHAT?!"

The maid cowers and trembles more.

"She looked upset, I tried to call after her but she didn't hear me. She ran through the doors and was gone before I could catch up to her."

Alcina looks at her daughters with fear in her eyes. The sun had set not long ago, she desperately hoped you made it to the village before nightfall but you would have been cutting it close.

"Girls,"

"On it mother!" Bela says.

"We'll find her!" Daniela says.

"And we'll kill anything that tries to harm her." Cassandra adds.

"You girls search from above, I will follow the path to the village. We must go quickly."

Without addressing the maid again the four Dimitrescu women run out of the castle towards the village.

-

One man manages to pin your arms to the ground as two others try to stop your kicking legs while you thrash in their grasp. The man you kneed in the balls leans over and backhands you hard across the face, stunning you for a moment.

Tears begin to run down your temples into your hairline as you cry out for help.

The man leaning over you glares down at your trembling form.

"You're a feisty one, eh? We're gonna have so much fun breaking you."

His breath reeks of alcohol and cheap tobacco, unlike the scent of Alcina's breath that usually smells like her sweet wine and expensive cigarettes. You close your eyes and wish by some miracle she could hear you, that she would come and save you. But you knew you were grasping at hopeless straws. She wanted nothing to do with you, even if she did there's no way she would be able to hear you in distress. You felt crazy but part of you wished for her so hard you thought you were making yourself remember the scent of her perfume as if she was right here. As if you were smelling it right this moment.

The mans hands grab at you and you squeeze your eyes shut, praying that they either kill you right away or grow bored of you quickly.

The man begins to taunt you and mid-sentence you hear him cry out in pain and feel something warm splatter across your face. Your eyes snap open to see black blades sticking out through the man's chest. He gets thrown to the side and in his place you see the familiar cream dress. As your eyes move up the figure you swear you're hallucinating. It's not until you see a pair of gold eyes, glowing with murderous rage staring back at you.

"Al-Alcina-" you choke out as more tears fall. This time they're tears of relief. Behind Alcina you see the man with the shotgun aim at her back. "Alcina! Look out!" You scream.

The gun goes off and her body lurches forward for a moment before she stands up straight once more. Looking down you see blood begin to pour from the exit wound of the bullet before it slows. Alcina turns to face the man and in one swipe she slices him to ribbons as his body parts fall to the ground. You notice the shotgun wound on her back heals, leaving nothing but drying blood and a hole in her dress as the only evidence of the wound.

The man holding your hands puts you in a chokehold and brings a knife to your neck. Alcina turns to see the man and her eyes flare dangerously. A buzzing noise gets louder and louder before you hear the man behind you scream in pain. He drops the knife as his arm gets pulled away violently. Turning towards the sound, you see Cassandra with her sickle through the mans arm, dragging him away.

"Don't you DARE put your FILTY MAN HANDS ON HER!" She screams in the mans face as he trembles.

More buzzing grows louder and Daniela and Bela appear behind the last two men that were holding your legs, they had backed away but were too stunned with fear to run. The girls put their sickles to the men's throats to keep them from running.

Alcina bends down and hesitantly reaches her hand out towards you. She doesn't want to startle you any more but she's also fearful that you won't accept her help after the things she said to you.

Meeting her eyes once more you let out a sob and push yourself off of the ground and into her arms. Alcina is taken back for a second before wrapping her arms tightly around you and holding you close. Relief washes over her, she found you, and you were safe. Her grip tightens after thinking about what could have happened if she showed up even a minute later. Quickly pushing that thought out of her head, she strokes your hair and kisses your temple; whispering in your ear over and over that you're safe and that she has you, that no one can hurt you now.

"Mother." Bela says. "What would you like us to do with the man-things?"

"Oh mother can we hunt them?! Pretty please?!" Daniela asks, batting her eyelashes at her mother.

Cassandra chuckles darkly at the thought. "Yes mother, can we please? We haven't had fresh man blood in so long."

"There is one for each of us!" Daniela adds.

Looking at her daughters, the Countess smiles.

"Of course, daughters. Lead them away from the village and you may set them free to hunt. Please be safe and return to the castle when you're finished."

Exchanging excited glances, Bela and Daniela stick their sickles into the legs of the men they were holding and the three girls begin to drag them away into the forest.

Turning her attention back to you, Alcina continues to stroke your hair and comfort you as your sobs begin to soften.

"Hush draga, hush. You're safe, you're safe now my darling. Nothing is going to hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

"You came."

"Of course I did." She says as she stands with you cradled in her arms and begins to make her way back to the castle.

"I thought they were going to- I thought they were going to kill me. I didn't- I didn't think you were going to come." You said through tears.

"I will always come to your aid, draga mea. Always."

"But, you said-"

"Shh, let us go home, you need rest. Then we will discuss what happened, alright my love?"

Nodding into her you cling tighter to her dress and she holds you closer to her chest in response. The gentle sway of her arms, the smell of her perfume, you begin to relax in her embrace as your adrenaline ceases and exhaustion takes over, lulling you into a deep sleep.

Looking down at you in her arms, fast asleep, Alcina berates herself for ever speaking such vile words to you. Aside from her daughters, you are her whole world. She curses herself for making you believe that she ever saw you as anything less.

Finally making it back to the castle, you begin to wake up as Alcina ascends the stairs to her chambers.

"Lets run you a bath, draga mea." She says. You nod in agreement.

After turning off the taps and pouring in your favorite soaps and oils, Alcina helps you undress and sits you in the tub. As she washes you, she examines the marks the men left on your body. Luckily there were nothing but a few small cuts and light bruising, but Alcina can't help but feel like each mark on your body was her fault.

Her eyes fill up with tears as she caresses the red mark on your face where the man struck you. Meeting her gaze, you're surprised to see the unshed tears that are building.

"I am so sorry my darling." She says quietly, just above a whisper. "I never should have said those horrible things to you. I didn't mean a single word I said. You mean everything to me."

"I do?"

"Yes. I could never replace you, ever. I was angry when I said those things. I know that doesn't excuse my behavior but I never meant for you to leave, I never meant to drive you away. I never-" she pauses as a few tears roll down her cheeks. "I never meant for you to get hurt. This is all my fault. I am so, so sorry."

"You hurt me."

"I know I did, draga. I hurt you so deeply and I regret every word I said to you. I will never forgive myself for what happened tonight because all of this, this is my fault."

She wipes her tears away and continues to bathe you. The two of you fall into silence as she washes your hair and combs out the knots. After the bath Alcina wraps you in a fluffy towel and carries you into the bedroom. You pull on a nightgown and crawl into bed while Alcina goes back into the bathroom to wash off the rest of the blood she had on her. She comes back out in a nightgown and lays next to you in bed.

Alcina pulls your back tightly against her front and you feel her nuzzle into your hair before taking a deep breath in. She exhales with a hum and places light kisses to the back of your neck. Your eyes flutter closed as you relax into her touch.

"You mean everything to me." Alcina says softly between kisses. "No one can ever replace you, draga mea. Not in a thousand years."

Her breath cascading across your skin causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. Alcina notices and you can feel her smirk into you. The hand she has resting against your stomach slowly moves up, coming to rest just under your breasts. The movement against your nightgown causes it to rise to the tops of your thighs.

A battle wages in your mind, part of you is still angry with her. She hurt you, so badly. The wounds of her words are still fresh. The other part of you wants her to take you. Even though you bathed, you can still feel the hands of the men on you. You want her touch to erase them from you, for her to claim you as hers once more.

Alcina picks up on the battle waging in your head. You have no idea how she always seems to know what you're thinking, but she always does.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asks with genuine concern in her soft voice. She knows you've been through a lot today and doesn't want to pressure you into doing something you don't want to.

"I - I don't know." You whisper back.

Alcina rolls you towards her, your eyes locking onto her golden ones. Her pupils are enlarged but she's holding herself back. The hand resting just under your breasts moves up to cup your face, her thumb caressing your cheek.

"I don't want to do anything that will cause you more stress, draga mea. I need you to tell me what you want."

"I don't know what I want, I just want you." You say as tears fill your eyes.

"Oh, my darling. May I kiss you?"

Nodding your head in a tearful "yes", Alcina leans over you, gently pressing her lips into yours. Her feather-light kisses practically make you melt as she peppers your lips with them. Snaking your fingers into her raven locks, you gently hold onto the back of her head, deepening the kisses.

Alcina pulls away just enough to look at you, your lips barely brushing against each others. Her sparkling golden eyes look deeply into yours and she says "I love you, draga mea. I wish I would have told you sooner, but I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone."

Your breath catches in your lungs at her confession. Never in a million years did you think she would ever love you. Words try to crawl their way out of your throat but a small whimper emerges instead. There's so much you want to say to her right now but your brain is swirling so quickly the words don't come. Instead of using your words, you do the only other thing you can think of - which is pulling her into you and kissing her with a fervor, conveying your message to her with your lips.

Matching your intensity, Alcina's lips envelop yours - although she's still hesitant to push you too far. Sensing her hesitation, you take her bottom lip between your teeth and tug at it, letting your teeth drag against it as it slips from between your lips. At first Alcina lets out a small gasp of surprise, but when she feels her lip between your teeth she lets out a low groan.

The moment her lip snaps back Alcina captures your lips with hers once more. This time with a hotter, more passionate kiss. Her tongue glides across your lips and you part them, allowing her in. Large hands trace the curves on your body, coming to rest at your hips. Alcina adjusts herself above you and you instinctively spread your legs, making room for her between them. She settles herself against you, careful not to put the full weight of her body on you. Rolling your hips into her, Alcina pulls your nightgown up to your waist and returns her hands to your hips.

"Alci, please." You pant between kisses. "I love you. I need you."

Alcina lets out a low growl in her chest and she peels your underwear down your legs before tossing them aside. Pulling her lips from yours, she inhales deeply, smelling your arousal as it greets her senses. When she looks back down into your eyes you notice only a sliver of gold remains from her blown out pupils.

Her long fingers dance up and down your legs as she plants kiss after kiss into the skin of your jaw and neck. When she drags them up the inside of your thigh she wastes no time and immediately cups your heat when she reaches the apex of your thighs. Her fingers explore every inch of you, gliding through your folds effortlessly as she coats them in your arousal before resting the tips of her fingers on your clit.

You moan into her ear as she begins to make small yet firm circles around it. A light flush begins to develop across your cheeks, slowly making it's way down your neck. Her breathing increases but she keeps her slow, relaxing pace.

Alcina's free hand cups your face as she continues to cover you with kisses. She can practically smell the scent left behind by the men, even after your shower - and all she wanted was to erase them from your body, covering them with her own. Her fingers alone begin to work you up so much you can feel an orgasm building as your flush deepens. Alcina picks up on how much your body is reacting and she slows her ministrations down further, causing you to whine.

"Don't stop, please." You whimper into her ear.

She coats her finger in your arousal once more before pulling back and looking into your eyes.

"Are you sure, my love? We don't have to-"

"Please, I need you. Take me Alcina." You say, cutting her off.

With one more passionate kiss, Alcina parts your lips and lines her finger up with your entrance before looking deep into your eyes.

"Relax my love, let me take care of you."

Before you can even respond she starts to slowly slide her finger into you with a gentleness you've rarely experienced. Knuckle by knuckle Alcina slowly fills you, pushing deeper into your heated core.

"Good girl, just like that." She says before her finger bottoms you out and you let out a moan of pure pleasure. Sliding her finger almost all the way out, she pushes back into you again a little faster, but still slow and gentle. When she reaches the spongy patch deep inside she curls her finger against it and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you let out another moan.

When you start to rock your hips to her rhythm, Alcina sets a modest pace; thrusting into you, curling her finger and pulling almost all the way out and repeating her pattern. Your orgasm begins to build and you pull her lips down to yours, capturing them in a heated kiss. As your tongues intertwine, the flush on your body reappears, deeper and hotter than before. You throw your arms around her neck and keep her close. If she wanted to, she could easily break free from your grasp but instead Alcina leans into you, allowing the closeness of your bodies to comfort her as she continues pleasuring you with her finger.

"Can you take more of me, my darling?" She whispers in your ear before nibbling on the lobe.

"Yes, please." You pant in response.

Your velvety walls stretch in a blissful way when she adds a second finger, the sensation causing you to cry out in pleasure. Alcina keeps her steady pace and brings her thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles around it.

"Oh gods! Fuck!" You whine into the fabric of her nightgown as your orgasm builds once more.

The room falls silent, the only noises being made are of her fingers thrusting in and out of you and your muffled whines and pants as she brings you closer to your release.

Both of her fingers curling into that spot deep inside causes your back to arch off of the bed, allowing Alcina to push deeper into you. She can feel your walls tightening around her finger but she doesn't quicken her pace, she keeps it steady, hoping to build you up slowly instead of fucking you into bliss like she normally does.

Part of you was surprised she didn't start thrusting faster and harder but another part of you is enjoying the slow build of your orgasm so much you never want her to fuck you differently than this ever again.

The coil in your stomach tightens more and more as more whines and whimpers fall from your lips. Alcina kisses you passionately again and you moan into her mouth as you get closer and closer.

Alcina picks up the pace only a little as she feels your walls begin to clamp down around her, knowing you won't last much longer. She pulls her lips from your and looks deeply into your eyes.

"I love you, so much draga mea." She says as her thumb caresses your cheek.

"I - I love you Alcina. Oh fuck, I love you so much. Please, please." You whine.

She picks up her pace a little more and you struggle to hold her gaze as her now black eyes bore into yours. The coil in your stomach is so tight it's about to snap, your body feels like it's on fire and you arch into her touch more, allowing her fingers to drive deeper than before.

"Ah, fuck! Alci, I'm - I'm gonna -"

"Cum for me my darling, let go. I have you." She whispers into your ear.

A few more thrusts is all you needed to fall over the edge as you cry out. Your orgasm rips through your body and all you can do is cling to Alcina as tightly as possible as she helps you ride wave after wave of pleasure. Alcina whispers praises as she guides you through your orgasm, doing her best to prolong it as long as she possibly can in an attempt to give you as much pleasure as possible.

It's not until your back collapses down onto the mattress and your walls finally relax around her that Alcina slides her fingers from your soaked center.

You can't help but whine at the loss, causing a light chuckle from Alcina. She lifts herself off of you and pulls you into her chest as the last of your aftershocks course through you. Her cool skin helps your heated body as you relax into her arms, focusing on the light throbbing between your legs and the tempo of her breaths as her chest rises and falls against you.

Alcina runs her fingers through your hair and kisses you on the head. She holds you close, not wanting to let you go, almost as if you'll slip through her arms and disappear if she doesn't.

"I love you, Alcina." You whisper.

"I love you so much my darling girl. I promise I will never hurt you again. I will never allow anyone to ever hurt you again draga mea. I will protect you, always."

Pulling away a bit, you adjust yourself to be able to look into her golden eyes. You can see they're filled with regret, with fear that you won't ever forgive her.

"I know you will. I believe you. I trust you. I forgive you." A tear falls down her porcelain skin and you wipe it away. "I love you." You say as you pull her so her plush red lips meet yours.

"I love you too, my darling. Forever."

When your lips part, Alcina tucks you under her chin and the soothing beat of her heart lulls you into a dreamless, peaceful sleep. Alcina releases a breath she didn't know she was holding when she feels you drift off in her arms and she swears to every god that may exist that she will never allow anyone, including herself, to ever hurt you again. That she will protect you for the rest of her life. And never again will you be subjected to the pain she's caused you today.

"I promise you, my love, I will protect you. Forever. You are mine, and I will love you always."

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[thefanficmonster]

Resident Evil Masterlist

* - Fluff

⨀ - Angst

Full-length Fics:

The Queen and her Guardian (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Just a Legend (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Snowman (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Nothing to worry about (Ethan Winters & Reader) ⨀*

Weakness (Karl Heisenberg & Child!Reader) ⨀*

Dark Magic (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Bloody Jealousy (Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader) *

Enough Said (Rose Winters & OC) *

Beyond Death (Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader) ⨀

Vulnerability (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

There you are (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *⨀

Finally, you're back (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Mission (Ethan Winters & OC) *

Sounds Promising (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Stargazing (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Beneath the surface (Chris Redfield x OC) ⨀*

Partner (Ethan Winters x Reader) ⨀*

Deal (Jill Valentine x OC) *

Not a Weapon (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Best thing (he lost) (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀

Worthy (Chris Redfield x OC) *

What happens in the gym...(Chris Redfield x OC) ⨀*

Vendetta (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

Regretting (Chris Redfield x OC) *

Innocent Life (Ethan Winters & Child!Reader) ⨀

Soldier First (Chris Redfield x Reader) ⨀

Heroism (Ethan Winters & Reader) ⨀

No Mistake (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

New Life (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Fated (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

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Karl Heisenberg x multilingual reader *

Karl's love language - annoyance *

Protective Karl Heisenberg ⨀*

Touch starved Karl Heisenberg *

Opposites attract (Karl Heisenberg x reader) *

Karl x Child-free reader *

Karl x *ahem* well-endowed reader *

Tipsy Romance (Karl Heisenberg x reader) *

Karl with an emotionless s/o *

Karl Heisenberg romantic headcanons *

For Margaret ⨀

Karl x injured s/o ⨀*

Karl x shy s/o *

Karl has a nightmare ⨀

Comforting Karl Heisenberg ⨀

Seeing his mutation for the first time ⨀*

Finding out the truth about Heisenberg ⨀*

Being Karl's adopted child *⨀

Insecurities (Karl x reader) ⨀*

The loss of a loved one (Karl x reader) ⨀

Ethan Winters x pregnant reader ⨀

Arguing with Heisenberg ⨀

Jealous Heisenberg ⨀*

Heisenberg with an introverted s/o *

The love story of life and death (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

The Lords as parents *

Mythical (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Life Hardships (Heisenberg x reader) ⨀*

Darkness (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Heisenberg's Family ⨀*

Heisenberg with a pregnant s/o *

Wine Woes (Heisenberg x reader) *

Single dad Heisenberg *

Mithanberg Headcanons *

Chris Redfield x injured s/o ⨀*

Heisenberg comforting his s/o ⨀*

Heisenberg with a jumpy s/o *

Heisenberg with a smoker s/o *

Single dad Heisenberg with a newborn *

Chris Redfield with plus-size s/o *

Heisenberg x non-binary reader *

Lady D with an s/o that is close with her daughters *

Enemies to lovers with Heisenberg *

Fluffy headcanons for Donna *

Ethan Winters x injured s/o ⨀

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[mouse-of-dimitrescu]

𝟷𝟸 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 🎄 #𝟾 𝙰𝚕𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Shimmering ( nudity, no smut )

WARNINGS: Nudity, bath, no sex. Just...kind of fluffy, Christmas time and mentions of the mutation. And Lycans.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

Ever since you got lost on a hike and fell captive to The Village, Mother Miranda had kept you under her wing ( quite literally ) — you worked as her employed research assistant. While Mother Miranda aimed to find a suitable vessel for her daughter and eventually get her " true child " back, you had another goal in wanting to bring about the next stage in biological evolution.

Despite your different goals, you worked well together and you learnt a lot from Mother Miranda's experiments. Mother Miranda had to leave The Village for important research at the end of the year which caused you to find company in one of the four lords: Alcina Dimitrescu.

You had grown quite close to the four lords because of your employment with Mother Miranda. Alcina let you stay at Castle Dimitrescu for a few days during the period when Mother Miranda was away. You walked with your luggage up to the front entrance and knocked a few times. The doors immediately opened ajdba swarm of flies halted your vision. You entered the dark halls with a small smiled seeing Bela, Daniela and Cassandra transmute back into their "human" forms.

" They're finally here. Mother had been speaking about you." Bela said excitedly, grazing her sickle lightly across your neck.

" Where did Mother Miranda go?" Cassandra asked.

" I can't really disclose infor—"

" Business with The Connections—" Daniela began to conclude but was interrupted by that all-too-familiar strong melodic voice.

" Thank you, daughters. You may leave the assistant alone now." Alcina entered the room. The three robed women bowed and changed back into their fly forms, fleeing out of the room.

You looked up at Alcina and lightly chuckled. " They really are full of energy." You noted, picking up your bag again and fiddling with the handle as you stood in front of Alcina.

" Indeed they are. Sometimes it's difficult to take control. How are you, draga?" Alcina leant down and took your bag from you. You didn't have time to object so you merely smiled at her actions.

" I'm alright. Mother Miranda is away from The Village at the moment, trying to seek out a new vessel for Eva. You know the story." You waved your hand dismissively. " Anyway, how have you been? The castle is unusually quiet for this time of year." You noted, gazing around.

Alcina gave you a small smile. " I have to employ new maids in my castle, the others have been bled dry. In the meantime, I have been working on the vineyard. Perhaps you could help me with it one of these days?" Alcina began walking as she spoke. You followed her, half jogging to keep up.

" Yeah I'll help." You nodded, walking briskly and jogging again. You caught the small smile playing on Alcina's lips as she led you upstairs. You arrived in a passageway with five doors, she took you inside a room and smiled.

" Draga, this is where you'll be sleeping. My room is just down the hall if you need anything. I'll leave you to unpack." Alcina left your room before you got the chance to thank her. You sat on the bed for a few moments, admiring the room.

The sheets were white and soft. A fireplace stood ready to be heated. The wallpaper was crimson — patterned with cream coloured roses. It all blended in with the dark wooden ornaments and furniture. You smiled to yourself as you began to unpack your bags, placing your clothes and other items away. You didn't wish to intrude on Alcina or her daughter's so you remained in your bedroom, engrossed in a book, previously taken from Mither Miranda's library.

The evening came around and you began to get rather hungry. You failed to realise the time. It was beginning to grow dark outside and the squeels of Lycans on the premises sent a small chill down your spine. You decided to shut the book and head out of your room. You walked through the passageway and headed downstairs where you found Alcina in the library, seeming to be working on some important documents. Without making your presence known, you sat down on a nearby sofa, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace in front of you.

Alcina soon turned her head and to her delighted surprise, she saw you seated nearby. She put the pen down and got up, striding towards you and sitting down at your side.

" Good evening, draga. You've been awfully quiet today." She noted.

" Yeah, I got stuck in a book." You let out a little laugh. Alcina smiled in amusement and looked into the fireplace. You both watched the flames frolic aimlessly.

That evening, Alcina and you spoke of Christmas and the way it used to be for her before the mutation. She spoke of how she kept a tree in a spare room with her old decorations. You both decided that you would put up a Christmas tree together the next day.

Alcina kept to her word and you both busied yourselves with the Christmas tree and other decorations. Alcina shuffled through an old box and found a golden star decoration which made her smile lightly. She towered next to the Christmas tree and easily placed the star on top.

" I think we did a good job, yes?" She asked, gazing over at you and looking back at the Christmas tree with the same admiration.

" I think so." You nodded and smiled. You put the left over decorations away back in the box and you tidied up a bit. Akcina smiled, pickung up her wine and taking a sip before sitting down.

You placed the boxes to the side and took a seat next to Alcina, leaning your head on her shoulder. Alcina was taken by surprise but said nothing of your sweet gesture. In that moment, she had the urge to wrap her arm around you. She initially tried to resist the temptation but when she looked down at your calm state. The older woman slithered her arm around you, pulling you closer to her.

" It's cold. Isn't it, draga?" She asked, almost rhetorically.

" Don't you get cold?" You tilted your head up to look at Alcina and she softly smiled down at you.

" Only when I'm angry."

You and Alcina stayed like that for a few moments, dwelling in the reminiscent warm light — all while picturing different lives that could have been, but never will be. You kissed Alcina's hand and let out a small sigh, realising that your evening with Alcina was almost over. ." It's getting late. I'm going to get ready for bed. Thank you for this, Alcina. It was truly a day to remember." You gave Alcina a warm smile and gently hugged her, standing up and carrying your book.

You felt Alcina's hands grab gently on your waist, pulling her back to her. Only this time, you were sitting on her lap. Your breath hitched as she touched a small hint of your flesh and you smiled slightly.

" What are you doing?" You tilted your head.

" Draga, our evening doesn't have to be over so soon." Alcina combed your hair with her fingers, looking affectionately at you.

" What do you mean?" You asked. Alcina smiled back at you and took your hand gently, bringing it up to her mouth and kissing it.

" Keep me warm tonight? I've had a lovely day with you and I wish for it to venture into the night." Alcina made eye contact with you. The once stern and confident eyes now flickered with wavering golden hope.

" I'd like that?" You whispered and let out a small giggle.

Alcina held you against her chest as you sat in her lap. She played with your hair and kissed the top of your head. You smiled and traced the seam lines on her dress, admiring the black roses that sat just below her shoulder. After a few moments, Alcina got up with you cradled in her arms and she walked upstairs, you held onto your book, finding comfort.

Leading you inside her chambers, Alcina shut the door gently and placed you down on her bed.

" Can I prepare a bath for you?" She asked, taking the book from your hands and placing it on her vanity.

" Bath with me?" You suddenly asked, making alsina stop in her tracks and turn to you with a small but growing smile. She walked over to you and picked you up again so you were eye level with her.

" I thought you'd never ask." Alcina kissed your cheek, her red lipstick staining your skin. She walked with you into the bathroom and sat you on the bathroom counter, preparing everything. You hugged your knees and watched her, occasionally averting your eyes to admire the golds and shimmering yellows. As the bathwater ran, Alcina fetched your towels.

After closing the door, the tall woman began to remove her jewelry. You gulped and hopped off the counter, a bit anxious to show yourself to Alcina but excited nevertheless. You turned your back to her and removed your jumper, then unbuttoning your shirt, removing that too. Once you were finally stripped, you turned to see Alcina already climbing in the big bath. The water moving with her body as she aatbdown, letting her back recline against the tub walls. You looked to her nervously and she smiled at you, holding out her hand. You took her outstretched hand and she helped you in, guiding you to sit between her legs with your back to her chest.

" You're really beautiful." You whispered, still holding Alcina's hand and tracing lines on her palm. Alcina smiled and kissed your head.

" You're beautiful too." Alcina rested her head back, shutting her eyes. She let her hands trail over you, feeling your soft flesh without having murderous intent. Everything was sincere. Water droplets trickled onto you as she drew invisible lines over your arms and legs with her fingertips. You looked up at Alcina from your position and rolled over to face her properly. You caressed her cheek and gently planted a kiss on her lips which was well accepted. She held you softly and kissed you back, enjoying the moment.

No words were said. No words needed to exist. The evening belonged to you and your lover — it was yours as the moon is the earth's ghost — a small light like the shadow of fire, an end to a glorious day.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢

#alcina dimitrescu #re8 #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina x female reader

[horeformilfs]

Mine

Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

TW: Possessiveness

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The horse-drawn carriage clattered along the worn cobblestone streets, its rhythmic noise only interrupted by the distant cawing of crows. Donna Beneviento sat gracefully beside y/n, her mourning veil casting a shadow over her face. 

"Cara mia," Donna's soft voice broke the silence, her gloved hand reaching for y/n's. "I appreciate you accompanying me to this meeting. It's crucial, and your presence comforts me."

Y/n smiled, her nerves still palpable despite Donna's reassuring touch. "Of course, Donna. I'll be by your side."

The carriage rolled to a stop near the abandoned church, the air thick with an eerie quiet that surrounded the ominous structure. Donna and y/n stepped out, the dark fabric of their dresses swaying gently with each movement.

Inside, the other lords, including Heisenberg, Moreau, and Dimitrescu, awaited Mother Miranda's arrival. The atmosphere was charged with a tension that matched the storm brewing outside.

Donna's hand never left y/n's as they entered the dimly lit chamber. Mother Miranda, cloaked in shadows, addressed the lords. The urgency in her voice echoed through the ancient walls, discussing matters that seemed both cryptic and dire.

The dimly lit chamber echoed with the sound of heels clicking against the cold stone floor as Moreau and Heisenberg departed, leaving Donna, y/n, Mother Miranda, and Lady Dimitrescu in the room. The air hung heavy with the remnants of the intense meeting.

Lady Dimitrescu's towering presence turned towards y/n, a glint of curiosity in her cold, calculating eyes. "And who is this lovely creature, Donna?" she inquired, a hint of amusement playing on her lips.

Donna smiled, introducing y/n, "This is y/n, my dear companion and confidante. She has been working alongside me for a year now."

Lady Dimitrescu's gaze lingered on y/n, her interest palpable. "A year, you say? You must be quite skilled to have captured Donna's attention for so long."

Y/n blushed under the scrutiny but managed a polite nod. "Thank you, Lady Dimitrescu. It's an honor to serve Lady Beneviento."

Meanwhile, Mother Miranda beckoned Donna aside, a serious expression on her face. "Donna, I need to discuss something with you privately," she said, leading Donna away from the group.

As Mother Miranda and Donna engaged in a hushed conversation, Lady Dimitrescu seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation with y/n. "So, y/n, working with Donna must be quite an experience. Tell me, do you enjoy your time in her service?"

Y/n nodded, offering a genuine smile. "Yes, Lady Dimitrescu. Lady Beneviento is a kind and caring employer. I'm grateful for the opportunity to work with her and Angie."

Lady Dimitrescu chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And has she been treating you well, my dear?"

Y/n laughed nervously, caught off guard by Lady Dimitrescu's directness. "Yes, she's been wonderful."

Alcina leaned in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "I'm sure a person like you has many talents. Perhaps we could get to know each other better."

Y/n blushed again, flustered by the unexpected attention. "I-I appreciate the offer, Lady Dimitrescu."

Alcina continued her playful banter, making y/n laugh with her witty remarks. The atmosphere lightened, and the tension from the earlier meeting seemed to dissipate.

When Donna and Mother Miranda returned, Donna's eyes caught sight of y/n and Lady Dimitrescu sharing a laugh. Something stirred within her, a possessive twinge that she couldn't quite ignore. However, she pushed it away, maintaining her composed facade.

Mother Miranda broke the momentary silence, "Donna, I have a proposition for you and y/n. Lady Dimitrescu has graciously invited you both to her castle for dinner. I trust you'll accept."

Donna hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between y/n and Lady Dimitrescu. Finally, she nodded, "We accept your invitation, Mother Miranda."

The carriage rattled along the winding path leading to Castle Dimitrescu, the moon casting an ethereal glow on the landscape. Donna Beneviento and y/n were seated inside, the quiet moments interrupted only by the occasional creaking of the carriage.

Donna's gaze lingered on y/n, a mixture of curiosity and something deeper in her eyes. "Tell me, cara mia, what did Lady Dimitrescu discuss with you?" Donna inquired, her tone gentle but betraying a hint of intensity.

Y/n smiled, recalling the conversation with Alcina. "She was just asking about my time working with you and made some playful remarks. She seems like a sweet person, Donna."

Donna's possessive instincts flared again, but she maintained her composure. "I see," she replied, her voice measured. "Just remember, cara mia, you are mine."

Y/n chuckled, oblivious to the undercurrents of possessiveness in Donna's words. "Of course, Donna. I'm all yours."

The carriage rolled to a stop at the imposing entrance of Castle Dimitrescu. As they stepped out, a maid greeted them, leading them through the grand halls to a sitting room where Mother Miranda, Alcina Dimitrescu, and Alcina's daughters, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, awaited.

The daughters, upon spotting Donna, rushed forward with excitement. "Aunt Donna!" they exclaimed, their voices filled with joy.

Donna smiled warmly, embracing each of them. "Hello, my darlings. How have you been?"

As the daughters chattered animatedly, their attention turned to y/n, who stood beside Donna. The air buzzed with anticipation as they questioned Donna about the newcomer.

"Donna, who is this?" Bela inquired, eyeing y/n with curiosity.

Donna's possessive instinct surged once more, but she quelled it, introducing y/n with a smile. "This is y/n, my girlfriend."

The daughters exchanged excited glances, and Daniela couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "Aunt Donna has a girlfriend! That's so cool!"

Cassandra and Bela chimed in, showering y/n with compliments. "You're so pretty!" Bela exclaimed.

Y/n blushed, grateful for the warm welcome. "Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet all of you."

As the evening unfolded, the tension from earlier seemed to fade away. Donna, y/n, and the Dimitrescu family shared laughter, stories, and the promise of a night filled with unforeseen twists and turns in the corridors of Castle Dimitrescu.

As the anticipation for dinner grew in the lavish sitting room of Castle Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda took the opportunity to engage y/n in conversation. Donna, engrossed in catching up with her nieces, was momentarily occupied, allowing for Miranda to approach y/n.

"Y/n, isn't it? I must say, you're quite a vision," Miranda remarked with a warm smile, her eyes appraising y/n.

Y/n blushed, returning the compliment, "Thank you, Mother Miranda. The castle is just as beautiful as you said."

Before their conversation could deepen, Alcina Dimitrescu, with her commanding presence, joined the exchange. "Miranda, you're keeping the charming company to yourself," she teased, her eyes locking onto y/n.

Miranda chuckled, "Indeed, Alcina. Y/n here has been sharing delightful stories about her time with Donna."

Alcina raised an eyebrow, casting a sly glance at y/n. "I hope Donna's treating you well. If not, you can always seek refuge in my castle."

Y/n laughed nervously, caught in the playful banter between the two powerful women. "Donna is wonderful, Lady Dimitrescu. I'm very lucky."

As the banter continued, Donna, sensing the magnetic pull between Miranda, Alcina, and y/n, found it challenging to extract herself from her nieces. The trio of sisters bombarded her with stories, inquiries, and excited chatter, making it impossible for her to join the conversation with the other ladies.

After a while, a maid entered the sitting room, announcing that dinner was ready. The group made their way to the grand dining hall, where a long table was elegantly set for the occasion. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on the opulent surroundings.

As they took their seats, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of anticipation and unspoken dynamics. Donna, though distracted by her nieces, couldn't help but notice the subtle exchanges and flirtations unfolding between y/n, Mother Miranda, and Lady Dimitrescu.

The grand dining hall at Castle Dimitrescu was adorned with ornate decorations, the lingering scent of the sumptuous meal still in the air. As the group moved to the expansive library, a warm glow from the fireplace filled the room, casting dancing shadows on the richly paneled walls.

Donna and y/n found a comfortable loveseat, the flickering firelight creating a cozy ambiance. Across from them, the three sisters eagerly settled on the couch, while Mother Miranda and Lady Dimitrescu took chairs on either side.

As they continued their conversations, the trio of sisters bombarded y/n with questions, their curiosity shining in their eyes. "How did you meet Aunt Donna?" Cassandra asked.

Y/n smiled, recalling the beginnings of her connection with Donna. "I've always been fascinated by doll making, and that passion led me to Donna. We crossed paths, and from working together, our relationship grew."

Bela leaned forward, her eyes wide with interest. "And what do you do, y/n?"

"I assist Lady Beneviento in her craft, helping with the intricate details of doll making. It's a fulfilling and creative endeavor," y/n explained.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Miranda and Alcina continued their playful banter, the air thick with a charged energy. "Alcina, you truly know how to make an evening more interesting," Miranda teased, her eyes lingering on the tall, charismatic lady.

Alcina smirked, replying, "I aim to please, Miranda. It seems our guest is quite taken with the charm of Castle Dimitrescu."

Back on the loveseat, the conversation took a more intimate turn. Alcina and Miranda delved into deeper, personal inquiries, making y/n blush and shift nervously in her seat.

Feeling the tension, y/n gently rested her head on Donna's shoulder, seeking comfort in the familiar warmth. Donna, sensing y/n's nervousness, intertwined her fingers with y/n's, the rings adorning her hand glinting in the firelight.

Alcina, ever observant, couldn't resist a teasing comment. "It seems our dear Donna has quite the treasure in you, y/n. Tell us, what captivates you about her?"

Y/n blushed, glancing at Donna with affection. "Donna is kind, creative, and caring. Her passion for her craft and the love she puts into everything she does are truly inspiring."

The library buzzed with a mixture of laughter, flirtation, and the flickering flames in the fireplace. In the midst of the atmosphere, Donna and y/n found solace in each other's presence, navigating the complexities of the evening at Castle Dimitrescu.

As the three sisters bid their farewells, expressing their excitement for a nocturnal hunt, the room was left with only Donna, y/n, Miranda, and Alcina. The library, once alive with laughter and chatter, fell into a heavy silence.

The conversation took a sudden turn, the atmosphere growing tense. Donna, who had maintained her composure throughout the evening, finally reached her breaking point. In an abrupt motion, she grabbed y/n's arm, pulling her out of the room and into another vacant chamber.

The door slammed shut behind them, and y/n, confused and concerned, looked at Donna. "Donna, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft.

Donna, who had discarded her mourning veil back in the library, remained silent, her eyes intense. In a swift movement, she pushed y/n against the door, her lips claiming y/n's in a possessive and demanding kiss. Y/n gasped, caught off guard by the sudden shift in Donna's demeanor.

When Donna finally pulled away, y/n felt slightly dizzy, her hand instinctively reaching for Donna's for support. Donna's eyes bore into y/n's, filled with a mix of emotions. "You're mine," Donna whispered, her voice low and possessive.

Y/n, still trying to process the sudden intensity, asked, "Donna, where is all this coming from?"

Donna took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "I could hear them, Miranda and Alcina, flirting with you the whole night. I couldn't stand it. You are mine, y/n, and I won't let anyone else lay claim to you."

Y/n, feeling a mix of surprise and a strange thrill, tried to reassure Donna. "Donna, it was just playful banter. You know I'm yours."

But Donna's possessive side had been awakened, and she wasn't ready to let it go. "No, y/n. I need you to understand. You belong to me, and I won't tolerate anyone trying to take you away."

The room, now charged with an intense energy, held the two women entwined in a complex dance of desire and possessiveness. As they stood there, Donna's firm grip on y/n spoke louder than any words could convey, a silent declaration of her claim over the one she held dear.

The library door creaked open, and Donna and y/n re-entered the room, the air still charged with the tension from their encounter. Alcina, ever perceptive, raised an eyebrow at the change in atmosphere. "Well, that was quite the exit. What happened?" she inquired, her eyes flickering between Donna and y/n.

Donna, attempting to downplay the intensity of their private moment, forced a smile. "Oh, nothing much. Just needed a bit of fresh air, that's all."

Miranda, ever the observant one, wasn't easily fooled. "Fresh air, you say? You seem a bit more flushed than usual, Donna."

Alcina leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Did something happen between you two?"

Donna hesitated, exchanging a quick glance with y/n. "It's really nothing, just a momentary lapse. Let's head to the main hall."

The four of them made their way to the grand hall, where the towering entrance welcomed them. As they prepared to bid their farewells, Miranda hugged y/n warmly, expressing gratitude for the delightful evening. Alcina, not one to be outdone, leaned in and planted a playful kiss on y/n's cheek.

Donna, who had endured enough, pulled y/n into her arms protectively. "That's enough. We appreciate the evening, but personal boundaries should be respected."

Miranda, surprised by Donna's sudden assertiveness, raised an eyebrow. "Donna, we were just having a bit of fun."

Donna's eyes narrowed, her grip on y/n tightening. "Fun or not, it ends here. Y/n is mine, and I won't tolerate any more interference."

Alcina smirked, enjoying the drama unfolding. "Well, Donna, possessive suits you. But, we were just playing, no harm intended."

Donna, unyielding, stood her ground. "I appreciate your company, but our personal lives are not up for amusement. Good night, Miranda, Alcina."

With that, Donna led y/n away from the grand hall, leaving Miranda and Alcina to exchange glances.

The horse-drawn carriage ambled along the dimly lit road, the rhythmic clatter of hooves providing a soothing soundtrack to the night. Inside, the atmosphere was a mix of tension and quiet. Donna, having removed her mourning veil, set it on the seat across from them, the moonlight revealing the soft features of her face.

In an attempt to break the lingering tension, Donna began, "Y/n, I want to apologize for earlier. I didn't mean to—"

But y/n gently interrupted, placing a finger on Donna's lips. "Don't apologize, Donna. It was... intriguing to see that side of you."

Donna, surprised, raised an eyebrow. "Intriguing?"

Y/n smirked, leaning in closer. "Yes, I never knew you had a possessive streak. It's quite attractive."

Donna chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a newfound confidence. She pulled y/n into her lap, causing a surprised squeal to escape y/n's lips. Donna laughed softly, relishing the playful moment.

As y/n cupped Donna's face, looking down at her with a smile, Donna couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through her. She leaned in, capturing y/n's lips in a gentle kiss. When they finally pulled away, Donna held y/n close, the moonlight casting a soft glow on their entwined figures.

"You're mine, y/n," Donna whispered, her voice a mix of possessiveness and tenderness.

Y/n nestled into Donna's arms, feeling the steady beat of Donna's heart. "And you're mine, Donna. I wouldn't have it any other way."

As the carriage continued its journey through the night, the air that had surrounded them earlier now transformed into an intimate embrace between Donna and y/n, weaving a silent promise of connection and belonging as they rode back to Donna's estate.

#donna beneviento x y/n #donna beneviento x female reader #donna beneviento x reader #possessive donna beneviento #resident evil donna #donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #resident evil alcina #resident evil cassandra #resident evil mother miranda #resident evil daniela #resident evil bela #resident evil village

[leorawright]

The re8 lords finding their soulmate (in this au every one has an identical symbol to their soulmate) but only after its to late.

Alcina: Already been killed to be turned into wine

Donna: Already been torn apart by her dolls

Salvatore: Already been transformed into a Lycan

Karl: Already been transformed into one of his cyborg monsters

Noooo the angst (I had to give one a happy ending so Karl's kinda works out)

Warnings: death, slight mentions of mauling (not detailed)

Lords finding their soulmate when it's too late

Alcina Dimitrescu

She was going over the different barrels of... wine in the cellar when she came across one of the bodies that hadn't yet deteriorated

It had her matching soulmate mark

She was absolutely devastated and sat in the darkness of the cell holding your body and tracing the soulmate mark

When she came out of the cellar, she took your body with her and gave it a proper burial as she thought it was the least she could do

Donna Beneviento

She was slightly panicked when you entered her house, so she hid and let Angie do the work to get rid of the 'invader'

But she noticed the soulmate mark through the rampage of dolls too late

By the time she got to you and the dolls stopped attacking, you were already dead

She was frozen and so mad at herself for hiding

She took you to her gardens and decided to bury you there, in the midst of her plants

Salvatore Moreau

He barely had time to check every single person before he added the cadou so he never noticed your soulmate mark

The next morning he was going over the test subjects when he noticed you, a half transformed lycan with a soulmate mark that matched his

His stomach immediately dropped as he began trying every single remedy to possible turn you back human

Sadly, none of it worked and you were fully transformed to a lycan

Moreau was devastated that he lost the one person who might've been able to actually love him

Karl Heisenberg

He barely spared more than a single thought towards the people he experimented on

So when he was in the middle of adding metallic parts to your body he noticed the mark on your wrist

The mark that matched his

He began cursing to himself as he removed every part of metal that he could while keeping you alive

When you did awake he was so relieved

When he saw that you were scared he revealed his soulmate mark and apologized over and over for not paying closer attention

He's been waiting for his soulmate and he doesn't know if he can lose you

#re8 x reader #resident evil 8 x reader #alcina dimitriscu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenberg x reader

[marilynthornhilllover]

I have an Alcina x reader request if I may!

Alcina has been super busy with work and has practically ignored reader. Reader has tried to get Alci's attention but it hasn't worked, so when some event at the castle happens where the lords and villagers gather, reader makes Alcina jealous on purpose and flirts with a villager. I'll leave the villagers fate in your hands but jealous sex happens afterwards and then maybe some fluffiness where Alcina realizes she's ignored reader and apologizes?

Love your fics so much!!

Jealousy is powerful

Lady dimitrescu x fem!reader

Warning: indecent language, jealousy, semi-public sex, fingering, use of pet names, cunniligus ,harsh sex, choking, overstiumlation, aftercare and fluff.

A/n: thank you!I hope you enjoy! I do apologies for posting this late💞💞

You've been trying to get alcinas attention all day. No matter what you did or said she didn't even bother to look at you, and if she did it would be a quick glance before she returned her gaze to what she was doing previously. You had finished your work out session in the gym and had decided to to try again. You dropped your gym bag and knocked on her study door. Your heard a soft but clearly frustrated 'come in' from the other end of the door before you entered.

You walked in closed and the door behind yourself. You looked up at alcina but she had something else stealing her attention away. You huffed and walked up to her desk, sitting on it. You leaned closely to her face, twirling your hair your swang your feet like a little teenage girl in love. You huffed as she began typing the keyboards harshly frowning.

" alcina i-" she groaned loudly before turning to look at you. As her eyes met yours, you could see the frustration in her eyes. The dark spots underneath her eyes a clear sign she was tired and not getting much sleep. You felt sorry for her but then again she's the one that refuses to take a break.

" can you leave me alone please, why do you always have to be so clingy" she huffed before turning back to her work. Your jaw dropped, you looked at her in disbelief. She hasn't shown you any attention in days and now your the clingy one. Your body couldn't move. You were looking at her and the computer screen. She was planning an annual villager party. There would be all the lords and a couple villagers at the castle tonight.

A smirked immediately painted your lips as an idea came into your head. You were going to make alcina jealous. If she doesn't want to show you attention and love you'll find someone to do it. Then she'll know to cherish what she has.

The morning went by smoothly and it was now evening. There was maids rushing everywhere to make sure things were in order and how alcina wanted them. The girls were dressed in beautiful black dresses but you haven't spotted alcina yet. There was still quite some time before the event started and neither Donna, Karl or mother miranda had arrived yet.

You used the time to get dressed. You decided to wear a dress alcina had gotten for you a long time ago but you never had to courage to wear it. You did your hair in a messy bun and threw on a pair of heels. Looking at yourself in the mirror you smiled confidently, you looked absolutely gorgeous. If alcina saw you dressed like this and talking to someone other than her she'd go insane.

You heard a squeal from Daniela downstairs and you knew immediately that Donna had arrived which meant so have mother miranda, you weren't sure if Karl had arrived yet but the party starts when mother miranda arrives. You looked at yourself one last time before making your way outside. You stood above the balcony and looked down at everyone.

You saw the girls with Donna and Angie happily talking and slightly dancing. Then you saw Karl trying to hug alcina but she pushed him away growling while glaring at him. You giggled alittle before you took in how alcina was dressed. She looked absolutely breath talking, as always obviously. She was dressed in a beautiful black dress similar to the white one she usually wears. Her hair was in its usual curl and tuck hairstyle.

If you weren't on a mission or rather angry at her from early you'd fall for her charm. Bedside her was mother miranda, dressed in her usual attire only difference was she had on her golden masquerade raven mask. You looked across the room to see a beautiful woman. She instantly caught your eye. She was wearing a long sleeve black dress the showed off her collar bones perfectly. She was also wearing a mask like miranda but it was red. Her eye makeup was flawless i made her eyes pop. You smiled knowing that she was the one.

You slowly made your way downstairs taking your time to walk on each step. Your heels clicking against the wood, turning everyone's attention to you. When alcinas gaze met yours you could see her pupils dilate, her eyes raked up your body, drinking you in. You almost melted at the way she looked at you. You looked over at your target and saw that she was eyeing you intensely. You felt hot and bothered.

As you got to the end of the staircase you gaved miranda a curtsy and she returned it. Her face was blank but you can see the smile in her eyes. You glanced over at alcina who was trying her best to not pull your into a room and start a make out session. You gaved her a dirty look before scoffing and walking over to the lady.

You could feel alcinas eyes burning into your skin. You smiled at the lady and stopped right in front of her. She took off her mask and smirked. She was more beautiful in person.

" what brings such a pretty lady like you to my feet tonight" she spoke in a sultry tone. You couldn't help the blush that took over your face, it was embarrassing how she already had an effect on you. Alcina was eyeing the entire conversation, she couldn't even pay close attention to what miranda was saying. Her eyes were like lasers towards you.

The lady took your hand in hers and kissed it while keeping eye contact. You felt your stomach do flips and jumps. This is the attention you've been craving from alcina all week, and now your getting it from someone else it feels weird but amazing. If you and alcina weren't a thing you'd definitely go for this lady, but God knows you love alcina too much for that.

You giggled as she left one last kiss on your arm before kissing your cheek. Alcina was boiling with rage. All she thought of was slicing the woman to ribbons. How dare she touch you in such way. You belonged to her. You were hers to touch only. Alcina was going to make that woman pay. Miranda cleared her throat and alcina instantly refocused her attention to the conversation.

" I'm rose darling and you?" She asked with that God damn fucking beautiful accent that you couldn't put your finger one. You smiled softly at the pet name knowing deep down alcina says it better.

" I'm y/n your not from the village are you?" You asked and chuckled softly and caressed your shoulder before twirling your hair with her finger before looking at you deep in your eyes. This woman as no rizz you thought to yourself but you have to keep the conversation flowing.

" Yes I am actually but I'm from further up south where mother miranda used to live" she said. That's where the accent is from. Half Romanian half European, makes a perfect accent. South villagers are trouble. All they have is their pretty accent and face but their heart is cold.

She intertwined your hand with hers and leaded you to the bar. The both if you talked and drinked. The entire time alcina kept her eyes on you. After a while you needed to use the bathroom so you got up and left. Rose was far too busy flirting with another woman to notice your sudden absence. And honestly you didn't care,you just wanted to teach alcina a lesson on how she should always give you attention. Which in her book is pretty childish of you.

You entered the bathroom and thank God it was empty. On the inside you could hear how loud people were talking and how loud the music was being played. You fixed your dress and noticed your lip stick was smudged slightly, you walked over to the tissue stand and pulled off a piece. When you turned around your soul almost left your body completely. Standing before you was alcina.... and she did not look happy at all.

Her eyes were a bright yellow and her pupils were dilated. There were lines in between her forehead and her face was slightly red. She was raging with anger. Before you got a word out she quickly wrapped her hand around your throat lifting you up to be on the same eye leavel with her. She made sure to leave space for you to breath but this was definitely going to leave a mark.

" so I see playing with fire is one of your biggest virtue now draga, hm?" She asked her tone husked and low, almost like a whisper and a rumble at the same time. You felt that familiar wetness in your core and you whimpered. She pursed her lips together smirking slightly before lowering you back down but not removing her hand from your throat.

" you know what they say draga, everyone has a choice..... and every choice has a consequence, so I hope your ready to face yours" she whispered licking the spot behind your ear, making you shiver. Your heartbeat picked up and she chuckled.

" I pity you draga mea, honestly I do. Your so needy it's ridiculous. But I'll set the table clear for you. You.are.mine" she whispered in a dominant tone making the last three words loud and clear for you.

" maybe if you had given me some attention and fuck me, I wouldn't have had to lead rose on and make her seem as if she has a chance. You need to cherish what you have!" You manged to shout before she squeezed your throat tighter. Her eyes flashed a brighter yellow making you whimper. You were making her angrier. You could literally feel it radiating off her.

" careful little girl, don't test my patience more than you already have because you won't like the out come. I'll have to punish rose for thinking she had a chance with you...." she spoke softly, there was this look in her eyes and this smirk on her face. You knew too well what she meant. You cleanched your thighs together as your head fell back against the wall and you moaned softly. The ache between your legs needed to be fixed now.

Alcina chuckled as she forced your thighs apart with her knee. She pressed her knee against your cunt and chuckled at how wet you were already.

" are you wet from me or from this rose?" She asked darkly.

" you!. God please alcina, I need you so bad.." You whined looking up at her under your lashes.

" don't worry mommy will take good care of you" she purred. But you didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She released your throat and dragged you out of the bathroom holding you close by a hand on your hip. When rose saw you coming from the bathroom she started walking towards you not taking heed of your face saying 'no', when alcina emerged from the bathroom behind you rose froze.

Alcina looked down at her with rage and anger, she could feel her blood boiling. Rose eye widen as she realized who she was standing infront of, not once has she been this close to the lady before and she was terrified. She slowly backed away and changed directions. You slightly chuckled at her reaction but alcinas fingers digging into your waist reminded you of what was about to happen next.

She guided you up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. She locked the door and pushed you against it, pressed her warm body against yours making no way for you to escape. You felt yourself getting ridiculously hot, your heart was beating so fast and loud it was the only thing you could hear. Alcinas perfume was intoxicating.

" when I'm finished with you tonight, I'll be leaving you absolutely bed ridden draga" her voice sharp- low and dominant. There was a low growl in her chest before she dragged you onto the bed and pushed you down onto it. She held up herself, not wanting to crush you with her weight. She ripped your dress in half with her claws. Your mouth fell open Slightly in shock but the look in her eyes said it all, she bought it so she can ruin it. Her eyes were dark and sultry.

You needed her so bad. Your hips uncontrollably bucked up towards her before she harshly grabbed your waist pushing it back down.

" listen to me y/n, from what you did tonight you have no control you hear me?, I do the touching, I do the fucking, understood?" She asked in a husked tone, you nodded but it wasn't enough for her.

" I asked a question draga, have I made myself clear?" You whispered as her nails digged into your flesh, it pain was sufficient.

" Yes mommy" you answered and she smirked.

" good girl" if you weren't laying down you would have folded completely, your knees would have give out. Her voice was was dripping with honey, even though she was anger she talked to you like she was saying a prayer. She took off your bra and you shivered at the cold air hitting your nipples. She pinch them making a soft moan escape from your mouth before she latched her mouth onto one. You moaned as she sucked harshly at your small bud, rolling the other bud in her hand as it erected for her.

You arched your chest into her looking down at her. Her eyes said it all. She was going to ruin you and you were here for it. She started kissing down your chest, stomach and lower abdomen. She slowly opened your legs and started kissing in between your thighs making eye contact with you the entire time. She was driving you crazy. You needed to feel her lips on yours, you needed it so bad.

" alci- I need you to kiss me" you whined arching your back and pulling the sheets as she licked up your slit. A soft angelic moan left your mouth, it was so beautiful.

" what was that draga?" She sincerely asked, while licking around your area.

" I need you to kiss me please" you whispered, shivering slightly as she manhandled your thighs to push then further apart. She ignored your request and began sucking and pulling at your clit. You arched your back and you pulled at the sheets. The moan you let out was pornographic.

" careful now draga, don't want our guests to hear how much of a slut you for mommy do you?" She asked the vibrations going straight to your core making you buck your hips and try to close your thighs but alcinas grip on them were strong. You started to feel that familiar feeling in your stomach.

" fuck- alci- mommy I'm gonna cum" you moaned and alcina smirked as she started sucking faster. You started moaning loudly, the only word you could think of was 'fuck' and 'shit'. Your legs started to shake as your eyes rolled back. You saw white as your orgasm washed over you. You were just about the calm down whe alcina pushed 2 fingers into your cunt. You screamed as your eyes rolled back.

She curled them inside you and started a steady pace inside you. She smirked at your blissed out face and kissed her way up your body making sure to leave marks. The sight was sinful. Her fingers knuckle deep inside you, your back arched off the bed, your eyes rolled back, your mouth open. She was destroying you. She made her way up to your neck and started bitting and sucking at the flesh.

" fuck alcina please-" you moaned out loudly as your hips bucked off the bed, she pushed her fingers deeper into you scissors them every thrust.

" wrong name draga.... do you think that rose could have fucked you like this? Have you crying like this, mhm beautiful? Look how slutty you are for mommy" she cooed and you swore you could have cumed right then and there. You clenched down around her fingers making it harder for her to move, she chuckled darkly and she went faster. The sound of your wet cunt when she thrust her fingers deep and hard into you.

" don't you dare cum" she hissed biting down on your neck. She was going to send you into oblivion. A place far way where only euphoria existed. On instinct you opened your legs wider for her the hit your sweet spot harder. You cried out as your orgasm came crumbling down on you harshly. You saw white. You knew alcina would be mad but you didn't care. She let you ride out your high but she still kept her fingers in you slowly thrusting and she kissed you passionately.

You could taste yourself, her wine from early and the fine steak she ate. You moaned softly as you started to become over sensitive. She kissed you slowly and softly using her tongue before she slowly pulled her fingers from you. You whined as she put them in her moan licking and cleaning them while looking at you. She smirked as she looked down at your fucked out face, how your chest was heaving with each breath you took.

She pulled her fingers from her mouth with a pop and leaned down towards you.

" Your lucky we have this event tonight because I was planning to go all night making you scream my name little one" she whispered making you giggle. She made a face as if she was insulted before tickling you.

" you think I'm being funny huh" she cooed making you giggle more. After she stopped the both of you shared a moment of silence just looking at each other lovingly.

" I'm sorry for making you feel like an option draga, it was intentionally. I'm sorry and I'll make it up to you.... you know.... other than sex" she whispered you smiled softly at her sleep starting to over take you. She smiled softly before laying down next to you and pulling you closer to her. She kissed your forehead and cuddled you closer.

"What about your party and mother miranda" you whispered. She smiled softly at you holding you tighter.

" I'll leave and go back when you fall asleep draga"

" don't go" you whispered before falling asleep. Alcina smiled and kissed your cheek.

" I won't my little shooting star"

#fypシ゚viral #fanfic #marilynthornhilllover #re8 lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescuxreader #lady dimitrescu #alcina x maiden #resident evil alcina #alcina x y/n #alcina demitriscu #alcina x reader #alcina dimitrescu #re8 alcina #resident evil village #resdient evil #resident evil #re8 village #re8

[wh0re4gwen]

TW- Re8 spoilers

Love Alcina & the girls, love Miranda, but let’s rant about Donna for a second.

Her Estate was not only the most horrifying, but the most traumatic. Before Ethan can even walk through the gates to her domain he literally sees his allegedly dead wife & she’s saying his name.

One of the first things Ethan has to do is complete a puzzle of a doll that is a replica of Mia. Not only that, he see’s and hears Mia throughout the entirety of Donna’s arc. And don’t even get me started on the giant ass fetus that chases you & in the DARK.

Donna may be the weakest lord, but she’s one of the more interesting ones. Her hallucinogenic abilities come In clutch. She obviously wasn’t able to engage in hand to hand combat, so she literally just fucked with his head the whole time. Not only making Ethan do crazy ass tasks, but also seeing the baby cradle was most definitely intentional. I feel like her estate was such a short part of the game & I would have loved to see more of her character.

Donna just traumatized TF outta this man. (Deserved thou🤷🏻‍♀️)

If it wasn’t for the sake of the game I strongly believe that Donna would have been able to out smart him, granted if Ethan somehow made it out of house Dimitrescu, that is. (We all know bud wouldn’t stand a chance) 

Moral of the rant, I love Donna & she can do no wrong. She’s too babygirl for this world<3

A/N: lemme know if y’all want another rant (?) with a deeper analysis of Donna & her abilities!:)

#donna #re8 village #house beneviento #donna beneviento #doll maker #angie resident evil #ethan winters #alcina dimitrescu #mother miranda #house dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil

[cillivnz]

MISS A SPOT, HIT THE SPOT [lord dimitrescu]

pairing. LORD DIMITRESCU x MAID!READER (dub!con turned consensual)

initial, DIMITRESCU SONS x READER (very dubious consent)

word count. 3072

warnings. AFAB!reader, cursing, misogynistic themes, animal cruelty (using gator-skin on furniture; don’t call PETA on me, i’m sorry), groping, a little bit of exhibitionism, dub!con, fingering, reader is pinned against the wall, reader’s family has been serving the Dimitrescus, large age-gap, oral sex (both receiving), throat-fucking, tongue-fucking, clit play, pyromania, dacryphilia, extreme degradation, belittling, spitting, penetrative sex (p! in v!), squirting, multiple & forced orgasms, extreme breast/nipple play, reader’s just being used by the family, reader is called maid as well as a pet name in Romanian, unprotected sex, creampie.

listening to. ‘Enslaved’ by Diva Destruction

notes. Y/L — Your Last Name, Y/F/N — Your Father’s Name, căprița mea mică — my little doe

A regular day in an abysmal castle.

Your ancestry were sworn servants of the Dimitrescu royals, and ensuing your father’s demise after leading a devoted life to the Lord, it was your turn.

You managed to avoid his acknowledge, as well as his sons’; something you thanked your stars for. You were still at a tender age; early twenties yet unexposed to the worldly works, courtesy of your conservative father. You loved the old man, despite him giving you constant reminders that your birth doomed him— how you should’ve been a son to continue his legacy, not a fragile, worthless woman. But those words only came out of his mouth like venom when he was made to overwork or worse— punished.

And like any other day you were dusting the halls. Except it wasn’t every other day you felt your skirt lift up fervently by two strong hands who also pinned you against the wall. An heir. Another, holding you down, while one tugged at your blouse. Alas, the Dimitrescu boys had found you.

“Well, well, the silhouette comes to life.” The one pining you spoke. He had a raspy voice with some baritone to it. “Sire, please leave me be—” you beseeched, but before you could even beg, you choked on your own words as your thong was pushed to the side. “She wants to leave, yet you roam about our land dressed like a whore.” This erupted demonic laughter from all three. “You thought we ought not to catch on?” The one below spoke, his face so close to your cunt, you felt heat radiate off of him with every syllable he dragged. “Your scent lingers— hauntingly— how we’ve chased after your ghost.” “But you were always too fast, little doe.”

“Always teasing us — where were you hiding this beauty? Hm?” One teased, his stone cold lips grazing your bare shoulder. “Moreover where had you been hiding this ass of yours?”

You jolted when a harsh slap landed on your ass, your not-so-subtle moan eliciting evil laughter from the men harassing you.

The one gripping your ass began to spread it, you writhed like a worm in their vice-like embrace, begging and praying for the abuse to be over; in a way it was.

The minute you felt something stroke your folds, prodding at your entrance, a demonic thunder struck. “What do you have here, boys?” They froze, as did you. This is the most cooperation you four have shown, as if unsaid, yet understood that if you hold your breath and close your eyes, the Lord can’t hurt you.

But slowly, as if puppies caught creating chaos by their master, did the boys move away from you. Bright yellow eyes ablaze in the monotonous dark of his castle. His eyes darted from your glassy eyes staring at him, the fear in them, to your rosy cheeks, blood-red lips, and straight to your skirt; your ass was out since a Dimitrescu brother hiked it up, the same heir, on realising what his father’s hungry eyes were doting upon, made a feeble attempt to fix your skirt, but before his fingers, barely tainted with your slick wetness, could touch the fabric of your skirt, let alone fix it, his father ordered. “Don’t you dare lay hands on her, more than you have already.” The Lord spoke with utmost calmness, and that’s what terrified the four of you, you especially, the most.

Reluctantly but obediently they stepped away from you. You were still clinging to the wall, frozen in place. “Come on over,” You saw his gloved hand motion towards him, “My chambers need cleaning.” An ominously mischievous tone and provocative smirk tugged at his lips.

The walk to the Lord’s chambers was awkward and fearful. He had insisted you walked in front of him, and you could feel eyes ripping through your flesh, your predator ready to pounce on you at any given moment.

You were making feeble steps towards his chambers, almost there, when he interrupted you, “Halt,” he said, causing you to stop dead in your tracks, but you dare not look back at him. “Clean my study firstly.” He ordered, and waited by the door for you to turn around.

Once you turned, you were met by calculating amber eyes that peered down at you from a head held high. He stood by the doorframe, and on seeing you make weak, yet progressive steps towards him, his thunderous strides entered the chamber. He was seated on a leather chair by the time you entered, as if he’d been there the entire time. ‘Gator skin,’ you heard a rumour the one time you cleaned the Lord’s study before. ‘He tore it apart with his bare hands, and had it skinned into a chair as a trophy.’ You hadn’t believed the chamberlain until you’d seen it yourself.

On the left of it was an ablaze fireplace, and in front, was a library; not colossal, yet extreme in number. Books of alchemy, instructional journals of God summonings, documentations on every supernatural creature that roamed the planet and how to kill them; even the Satanic Bible was on display.

“Do you fancy reading?” You almost jumped when his ravenous voice broke the eerie silence you were just growing accustomed to. “Yes, my Lord.” You seemed to pique his interest when he hummed after a short pause, surprised within yourself at the sudden confidence. It was clear, you preferred the father’s company to his sons’. Perhaps, you felt safe knowing he is the leash on his sons— the fear of your fears.

“Well, if your cleaning is satisfactory, perhaps… I’ll let you take some.” the Lord proposed, but somehow you knew this reward wasn’t for cleaning but something else he wanted to deem satisfactory.

You dare not utter another word and got to cleaning.

Dusting away, between books, underneath books; wiping away at the large mirror by the shelves. “What do they call you?” He asked with authority.

“Y/N Y/L, my Lord,” you hesitantly revealed. “Y/L!” He exclaimed, “You’re Y/F/N Y/L’s daughter,” he concluded in a wicked tone. With each wipe, he grew closer and closer and the horrid smile on his face grew wider and more sinister, forcing you to look back at him at a neck-snapping speed, only to catch him, still seated, gazing at you innocently.

“Mop the floors,” he requested, before adding “Maid.” As if asking your revelation of your identity fell on deaf ears that never demanded it. Without muttering, you dampen the mop and began cleaning.

This was just cruel.

You thought your saviour actually required your services, yet the man had you in the same position as his sons, except voluntarily, for you had to bend on all fours and stretch not to miss a spot, after all you were cleaning your master’s land, at his request. ‘The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,’ you sighed, only daring to think of it.

You heard fervent movement behind you, and the next thing you feel is your thong being pulled down till your ankles. It happened all too fast, you barely registered anything until his large hands spread you open to him. “They were right about you,” He spoke, intrigued, “Such exemplary beauty, căprița mea mică. Utterly pristine.”

Noticing your haltered movements, he quirked a brow. “Did I permit you to stop?” You choked a gasp, feeling his left hand trace your curves, making its way to squeeze your throat, while his right hand fiddled with your glistening folds. “No sir,” you breathed a sigh at the pleasure he was making you feel. “Fucking continue then.” He ordered and you did.

Maybe not a regular day in an abysmal castle. Your 9’6 Lord and Master, the fearsome and notorious, the head of the dreaded Dimitrescu family, Lord Dimitrescu himself, kneeling behind you while you wipe his floors, fingers stroking your lips, not yet penetrating, just— “Oh!” You moaned when a long, thick, wet something slithered about your pussy. Prodding at the places his very fingers grazed, now wiggling inside you.

You began panting, about to look back and begin your pleads when a strong hand grabbed your skull and forced it in place.

You were terrified; just a bit more coaxing and he could crack open your skull. You were less than half his size and half his age. What was more frightening to you was that it was just the tip of his tongue inside you. Your eyes rolled back and damn-near saw your brain as he began pushing more of it in.

Still, obediently, you wiped.

This pleased the Lord as he wrapped an arm over your waist to your legs and brought his thumb to your clit. The circular motions of figure-eights on your clit were frantic, causing an excruciating jolt of pleasure to run down your lower half, his anomaly of a tongue amplifying the feel.

You bit you lip, nearly drawing blood as the knot in your core grew unbearable. Feeling you clench around his tongue, Lord Dimitrescu replaced the oral attack with two of his fingers, stretching you so bittersweetly. The assault on your cunt was aching. He’d graze your g-spot oh-so-softly, slowly driving you to the edge yet deliberately prolonging the high tide. “You are making a mess, căprița mea mică,” he sighed, eyeing the slick dripping down your thighs, drenching you in all, and the wooden floor beneath you. “Allow me to help.” It was more imperative than offering, so it was but natural you grimaced in pain when he pulled out his fingers, moments before you were coming undone, only to spread your aching hole and spit into it.

You moaned; shamelessly, you let out a filthy, degraded moan, and the sound travelled straight to the Lord’s cock. “There, there,” he rubbed his spit on your folds, your swollen clit bathed in it, “All better — nice and clean.” He chuckled, causing goosebumps to arise on your spine and your breath to get caught in your throat when he shoved not two but three fingers smoothly into your weeping cunt.

You clenched at the sudden attack, bewildered at how easily you were being made to cum for your master yet again. He rose from his position to whisper in your ear, “Hits the spot, doesn’t it?” At that moment, he had you unravelling with a curl on his fingers inside you.

You screaming a string of curses, the Lord greatly amused by your sailor’s tongue.

He stood up, without a word or move. “Clean the mess you made.” He gestured down at your juices that he flowed out of your cunt. “And while you’re down there…” He unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock that sprang free, a demonic thing, it was; certainly, not pleasurable to accommodate inside, unless…

“Don’t be afraid, maid.” His baritone voice gave you absurd comfort, the tone, reassuring.

“It can’t hurt you, unless I want it to.” His pearly whites were like the fangs of a serpent, peering out, bloodthirsty for you. You wavered off the uneasiness, still eager to please your master. Grabbing his colossal cock, you began to work out the large vein on the underside of it. He hissed when you applied pressure, using both your hands in an attempt to hold it; in vain it went. You licked the tip, before slowly taking it in your mouth.

“That’s it. Show me you’re an all-rounder, maid; not just for wiping floors, show me that’s not all you can do bent over.” He chuckled, something so sinister about how his own vulgarity was so amusing to him. However, you weren’t opposed to it. After all, orders were orders; that’s one thing your father did teach you, if ordered directly, orders are orders, even if they’re fatal.

You gagged on less-than half the length, but your quick save by jacking off the inches unabsorbed by your mouth was much appreciated by the man above you. His large palm resting atop your head, slowly caressing your messed up hair into place. The gesture nearly knocked the air out of you, for when your perplexed eyes met his expectedly ravenous ones, you were shocked to see them replaced by fondness.

“You take it like it was made for you.” He cooed. You couldn’t help but put your guard down, making it unknowingly advantageous to the Lord who grabbed the same head he was caressing, as support to fuck your throat. He only chuckled at the stream of years flowing through your glassy eyes. Your flushed face tainted with tears was now red with lack of oxygen. His cock was slamming past your uvula; the bell tolls, as if he were morally obligated to.

“So young, yet you suck cock like you’ve been a whore all your life.” He chuckled to himself, before thrusting in deeply, and cumming inside your mouth. You swallowed his ichor without being told, when you stuck out your tongue to show him, he groaned, face contorted in some form of arousal, as he lifted your frame to his, kissing you with neediness. His lips were surprisingly tender, beard teasing your face while his tongue, one that swept your insides clean, forced entry into your mouth, which you hesitantly permitted.

“Dust by the fireplace, better get to it.” He said, pulling away from you. You grabbed the supplies and moved towards the said place. You hadn’t noticed when the flames became blazing, a conflagration, either way, you dipped the mop in the bucket beside you, and began wiping.

You couldn’t get much done, however, for from underneath your skirt, you felt something big prod your entrance. Rubbing the head of his cock against your clit, Lord Dimitrescu positioned himself behind you, before shoving the whole of it in. You screamed, damage was made to your vocal chords as well as your walls when the penetration quickly turned into pummelling, giving you zero time to adjust to the mammoth size of it.

Dumbfounded, cock-drunk, utterly paralysed in place, you had no choice but try to get accustomed to the relentless attack your pussy had to endure. “My…-my Lord!” You moaned, trying to form an actual sentence, “This is highly inap…-inappropriate!” You managed to muster. “Really now?” He questioned, you don’t know if it was a scoff or a laugh following his amused tone. “Who,” he paused, pushing you forward. You were now a stone’s throw away from the fire, every thrust into you pulled you back, which, despite the burn of the stretch, made you grateful for you were pulled back from the fireplace. “Do you think,” he continued, thrusting into you harder each time; the heat of the fire threatening to melt you whole, grazing your face, delicately. “You are.” He finished, slamming into you so hard, you began to cum, but before you could unravel before him, he pulled out, causing your pussy to spasm around the eerie nothingness of the room.

You were reduced to a whining mess, no words coming out of your abused mouth. “What’s the matter, maid? You want to cum?” he questioned, gripping your curvy hips. “Even when you’ve missed a spot?” One of his arms snaked on your waist, the other roamed about your spine, laying you down, before pulling your head up by your hair.

“You’re doing it all wrong,” he groaned, cock pressing against your slit, it’s new home, yet not in. He grabbed the bucket of freshwater besides you, pouring it all on the floor. “Let’s get that spot, shall we?” He said, before doing something so degrading, you felt disgusted in your own skin for enjoying.

Your hot body was used to wipe the floors of Lord Dimitrescu’s study. Ripping your blouse into shreds, he groped your breasts that had sprang free, before positioning your chest on the wet floor, and swaying you left to right.

This man, your ancestry’s master, was balls deep inside your abused pussy, fucking away the life in you, while using your tits as a mop. You moaned as your burning skin made contact with the icy puddle. “That’s how you wipe, căprița mea mică, so much better.” He grunted, the pace, the size, the girth, the sheer brutality of his sex was like a punch to the gut, nonetheless your poor cunt made feeble attempts to get accustomed to the ongoing torture. Your cunt clenched around his cock while your breasts swayed from side to side, the carpet had soupçons of water, courtesy of the fervency with which you “wiped”, which it soaked up instantly.

“My Lord, I’m going to- oh!” You yelped when he pulled out, shoving his fingers inside you and curling them. You hadn’t anticipated this, body reacting on sheer adrenaline junk that’s been coaxed out of you since the incident with this man’s sons in the halls of his castle.

Then, as fate would have it, mocking your misery, you squirted all over the floor. The juices gushing out your cunt, drowning the man that coaxed them out. He giggled, like a fucking teenager, while you fought for consciousness. Sure, you’d had sex before, he was a chef in this very place who mysteriously disappeared, but a man Lord Dimitrescu’s size? You had never held your head high around the family, avoiding their gaze like a thief, and now he’s fucking you like a stinging reminder of why you should’ve stayed in the shadows— remained a silhouette.

You were sore from the previous two orgasms, yet the man made it look easy to coax your third. The hostility your cunt displaying, clenching around the wanted, yet unmanageable penetration, was enough to unravel Lord Dimitrescu, you following with pornographic screams.

His grip on your hip and scalp was tormenting, but it soon loosened when he pumped into you one last time, pussy milked dry, filled with his overflowing load. He exhaled sharply, pulling up your panties, tapping your ass lightly. “You have been amazing — definitely considering promoting you.” He seemed very proud of his joke. Leaning down to catch your ear where you’d nearly passed out on the ground, he whispered in your ear. “Now, clean up.”

He left a moment after, stopping at the doorway to catch a glimpse of your sexy, worn out body. “My room’s next.” He said, leaving you alone with a shit load of mess to clean.

Your mess.

main masterlist. more from “resident evil: village”.

#lord dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu genderbent #lady dimitrescu #genderbent #lord dimitrescu smut #lord dimitrescu x reader #lord dimitrescu x reader smut #size difference #resident evil #resident evil village #dimitrescu #monster smut #vampire smut #lord dimitrescu sons #dimitrescu family #resident evil dimitrescu #maid dress #slutty maid

[my-fair-maiden]

My Fair Maiden is a Female Gender-Locked IF that is based within the world of Resident Evil: Village. Please be aware that there will be themes that are not suitable to some readers and thus this story will be rated 18+. This game will also be free from start to finish.

You hadn’t been expecting much when you had moved your entire life from the bustling city that was Seattle to the quaint, albeit slightly rundown, village of Valdelobos. All you knew was that you needed a break from the packed city streets and constant calls from your ex.

If you had known what would be awaiting you upon your arrival? Of the target that you’d become? Of the creatures that lurk within the shadows pull towards you?

It’s a safe bet that you would have never gotten off your plane…

Will you be able to survive not only the harsh climate that surrounding the isolated village but the advances of the Lord’s themselves?

Important Note: You will choose early on which Lord/Lady you’ll want the most attention from. (Meaning that’s the route you’ll be on.) This is a Twine IF.

Features

The MC, while being Gender Locked Female, will be customizable. Name, appearance, sexuality, portions of your backstory and hobbies.

While this is a romance focused story it still is set within the world of Resident Evil. It’s not going to be as dark, but it will have its moments.

Romance 1 of the 4 Lords. Or maybe you’ll set your sights on the High Priestess herself. (Also Moreau looks different for the purposes of this story.)

Bond with the villagers or possibly the lycans that inhabit the woods surrounding the village. Just make sure you don’t take on more than you think you can handle.

Prepare yourself for what is to come…. or who.

DEMO (TBA)

Mother Miranda

The High Priestess herself. The very woman that the villagers believe to be a Goddess. Whatever shall you do when said Goddess sets her icy gaze onto you?

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

Many stories are told of the Countess that lives within Castle Dimitrescu. Of the horrors that lurk within the gilded walls; how many that enter will never return. Will you be one of the unlucky ones that enter the Lady’s domain and never return?

Lady Donna Beneviento

Out of all the Lords, Lady Beneviento is one you haven’t heard much of. Something that’s quite ironic as no one has ever heard her speak, unless you count the handmade doll forever by her side, and even less have actually seen the face that lies beneath the dark veil. Will you be one of the few that does?

Lord Karl Heisenberg

A cocky individual that storms through the village like a winter snowstorm. You could hear his boisterous laughter from across the village square, but you can’t help but be intrigued by the hidden emotions lurking within his golden gaze. Will you be able to find out what lies beneath the mask of bravado he always wears?

Lord Salvatore Moreau

Almost as much of a recluse as Lady Beneviento, Lord Moreau rarely leaves the reservoir that he calls home. You’ve only ever been able to catch glimpses of his hunched form, but the kind golden eyes that peer out from beneath his cowl makes you want to learn more. Is that something that’s even possible? Only time will tell.

#my fair maiden #resident evil #interactive novel #interactive fiction #twine #fan game #somewhat #no demo

[gurlbesimpin]

ppl stop writing for Heisenberg... how about our magnetto man with a punk/alternative SO??

OUHHHH yessssss!

pairing: Karl Heisenberg x GN!reader

{{note: I generally write REVillage fics Post-canon/alternate universe, assuming Ethan and rose, Mia etc. never existed sry XD}}

Warnings: swearing, brief mention of gore, very mild sexual themes

Ohoho where do I begin?

Karl when he first spots you is... intrigued to say the least.

You weren't like the others, you dressed differently, acted differently, and most importantly... you weren't like the other villagers, blindly following and worshipping Miranda!

Now, Karl being Karl... he thought about pulling his usual BS about "I'm a metal lord, fear me!" but quickly decided against it; not wanting to scare you off or anything. Especially since you didn't seem local, therefore not knowing who the fuck he is.

{and pshhh don't tell anyone i told you this, but despite his huge ego... he might not actually want you to know who he really is at first. So he'll try his best to act "normal" and as human as possible}

After he finally approached you and engaged in a regular conversation, he quickly finds himself craving more.

Long story short, he seeks you out in the village again the next day, inviting you over to his factory because... he didn't really have a house. Anyway, he wouldn't show you what he actually does in there... you two will be in his office on the first floor, he ain't taking you down into the actual factory until he is sure you won't freak out.

This "friend meeting" (totally not a date ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °) goes smoothly surprisingly. He'll ask you about your tattoos and/or piercings, scars etc. {if you have any}.

After a long-ass conversation about all kinds of shit, he'll just ask the question we've all been waiting for.

"So buttercup, you... eh... one of those emos?"

Time for the explanation between emo, goth, punk, rock. Two minutes into this, Karl stops listening... he got his answer.

You listen to heavy music.

And so does he.

Start talking about Metallica, Slipknot, I prevail, Rob Zombie, ACDC, black sabbath, Iron Maiden, Avenged Sevenfold, hell.... even SOME my chemical romance and Seether- and i promise, you'll get his attention piqued!

Especially if we're talking german bands such as "Rammstein" or "Die Toten Hosen" and he'll just... scream internally?

Like first of all... there's someone who also hates mother miranda besides him, they are funny, hot AND love german bands?!

SIGN HIM TF UP!

Needless to say, you two started a relationship quickly.

Despite needing to make his huge ass metal army, he takes a day off to make a bigass stereo...

{and then later that day Lady Dimitrescu complains about the loud ass music coming from his factory that even SHE and her three girls can hear from her castle. lol. Heisenberg tells her to shut the fuck up}

His huge goal is obviously to kill miranda... and then after escaping this shit village together with you. When the day comes, you two will celebrate with flipping off Lady supersized bitch and rolling off to a concert

{which likely isn't a good idea... imagine Karl wanting the microphone from the singer or something. You be chillin and there's just... a floating microphone... you be like... "Karl? what are YOU DOING?!" meanwhile Karl just has a shit eating grin as the crowd screams}

But let's not jump to far into the future...

Right now, you two are stuck under Miranda's disgusting-ass thumb.

Dark times man. It's shit, but whenever you waddle into his office whilst he's working... just y'know... get your phone out and play one of his favorite songs!

This man will {depending on his mood} shoo you away, or most-likely drop what he's doing and just... *grab* you and start juming around the room like monkies in a moshpit.

Once the song finishes, his hand will move from cupping your cheek, to cupping CHEEKS. Just him seeing you rock out to his favorite songs... is enough for Karl to get all hot 'n bothered. So expect some bending over the Work-bench and nice grindin' whilst 'Closer' by nine inch nails plays ;)

EXTRA:

if you like steampunk

this

man

will

just...

Scramble to collect little gears and screws... making little earrings, rings, necklaces etc.

also

stud bracelets.

OH

and if you like wearing chokers

be careful

that awakens a beast within him

"oh ho ho buttercup! What do we have here? Want me to attach a leash and make you *my pet*?

#request #resident evil village #resident evil #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenburg fanart #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #re8 #re8 village #re8 x reader

[raddest-hat-showdown]

RADDEST HAT SHOWDOWN FULL BRACKET!

Polls for side 4B begin tomorrow, 03/30 at 10am EST. See below for the list of contestants.

Round 1 Side 1A-

Polls starting 10am EST 03/23

Doug Dimmadome vs RGB

Captain Amelia vs Captain Barbosa 

King Julien vs Commander Peepers 

Greg vs Tia Safalin

Ravio vs Jack Noir

Mephisto Pheles vs Carmen Sandiago 

Louise Belcher vs Wander

Ralsei vs Robinhood

Round 1 Side 1B

Polls start 10am EST 03/24

Preceptor Seluvis vs Mami Tomoe

Chess Chocho Cookies vs Papa G

Rennala vs Brain

Jezaille Brett vs Caitlin

Scaramouche vs Cad Bane

Spider Noir vs Fuka Kazamatsuri

Ernesto De La Cruz vs Dandelion

The Good Hunter vs Jotaro

Round 1 Side 2A

Polls start 10am EST 03/25

Mad Hatter vs Lord Yupa

Suika vs Mario and Cappy

Big Hat Logan vs Knuckles

Mizune vs Finn the Human 

Gabdalf vs Apple Jack

Professor Layton vs C.Q. Cumber

Kuzco vs Melia Antiqua

Jin Guangyao vs Trafalgar Law

Round 1 Side 2B 

Polls start 10am EST 03/26

Puss in Boots vs Donald Duck 

Black Hat vs Marx

Midna vs Funky Kong

The Man in the Yellow Hat vs Ice Cap

Niko vs Skullduggery Pleasant 

Dimentio vs Rook Hunt 

Angela Leon vs Merlin

Guinan vs Metallia The Swamp Witch vs Janus Sanders

Round 1 Side 3A

Polls start 10am EST 03/27

La Muerte vs Wild Wheel

Dark Magician Girl vs Chi Chi

Celty Sturluson vs Reginald Copperbottom

Perry the Platypus vs The 11th Doctor

The Captain of the Dead vs R.J. Macready

Luigi vs Cure Miracle Alexandrite 

The Riddler vs Indiana Jones 

Timekeeper Cookie vs Mary Poppins 

Round 1 Side 3B 

Polls start 10am EST 03/28

Rubber Helm vs Smokey the Bear

Stanley Pines vs Rincewind 

Lich King vs Asra Alnazar

Hat kid vs Zora Salazar

Amon vs Snufkin

Ainz Ooal Gown vs Green Arrow

Lady Dimitrescu vs Woody

Jarlaxle Baenre vs Black Pepper

Round 1 Side 4A

Polls start 10am EST 03/29

Captain Hook vs Suwako Moirya

Hat Man vs Luffy

Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen vs The Cat in the Hat

Charon vs Chuya Nakahara

Detective Sokka vs Juvia

Detective Rama vs Pearl

Cerebella vs Wakko

Megumin vs Laszlo Cravensworth

Round 1 Side 4B

Polls start 10am EST 03/30

Link and Ezlo vs Alfredo Linguine

Captain Jack Sparrow vs Vivi Ornitier 

Sir Pentious vs Jughead

The Onceler vs Moist Van Lipwig

Mona Megistis vs Dipper Pines

Robert E.O. Speedwagon vs Stella

Miriel Pastor of Vows vs Ask Ketchum 

Dr. Facillier vs Wirt

MAY THE RADDEST HAT WIN

#raddest hat showdown #raddest hat showdown bracket #raddest hat showdown update #raddest hat showdown round 1 #not polls #tumblr tournament #legend of zelda #one piece #a hat in time #over the garden wall #jojo's bizarre adventure #cookie run #wander over yonder #long post

[leorawright]

Could I get the lords with a SO who has frog abilities? Basically they are a excellent swimmer, can hild their breath for an extremely long time, has night vision, long prehensile tounge, can jump extremely high and can secrete poison from their skin. They also eat bugs and gets super tired during winter Beacuse of hibernation!

Ooo why not!

Lords with frog hybrid s/o

Alcina Dimitrescu

Incredibly intrigued by your abilities

Expect to be bombarded with questions by her daughters

Is a bit weirded out by the poison you secrete but doesn't mention it

Luckily since you can jump really high you can jump onto the different balconies of her home

Donna Beneviento

She finds you super cool and definitely wants to make a doll based off of you

Her house doesn't have the best lighting so being able to see in the dark is a big plus for her

She's got a room full of blankets and pillows for when you hibernate

She hates pests and mosquitoes so since you eat the bugs she's super thankful

Salvatore Moreau

You two are perfect together

Since he lives at the reservoir you're always able to swim when you want to

You and him hang out underwater sometimes and Moreau feels a lot more comfortable underwater with you

He's super interested by the poison on your skin but is too nervous to ask how it works

Karl Heisenberg

Since his factory is really hot and dry he makes you a separate room with a little pond in jt so you're more comfortable

You never have a need to hibernate because his factory is always super warm

He's actually got a huge fly problem so when you eat the bugs you get a free Karl kiss

#re8 x reader #resident evil 8 x reader #alcina dimitriscu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenberg x reader