"Marcela still feels the momentum of the claws whizzing by - then she's out of the window. A triumphant smile curls her lips. The huntress has not only made the Countess furious again - she managed to steal the master key! And that means plenty of maidens freed from the cellar."
New OC incoming! She's lean, she's mean, she's an "Annoying Alcina"-machine. May I introduce to you, esteemed audience: Marcela. A huntress with a penchant for challenges and for thwarting Alcina's evil (business) plans. I hope you enjoy her driving the Countess absolutely mad by regularly setting free ALL maidens from the Dimitrescu pantry- I mean, the dungeons. 👌😌
Also, I just wanted to follow up this Wednesday's Insta post with a huge, massive thank you to all of you who liked and commented and took the time to write such sweet and supportive messages! It has absolutely made my week! I appreciate you guys SO much! Take care and have a great weekend! 💕
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the sweetest wine 🍷
lady dimitrescu, boss-ass QUEEN, after rene gruau's 1954 ad for cinzano wine
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Resident Evil Village + @ao3tagoftheday (1/?)
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y/n: alcina is so damn nosy. never has any consideration for my privacy…
angie: is this about her finding your ‘wanda x reader’ word doc?
angie: dumb bitch
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A little face study for our beloved Lady D, since I know some people have a bit of a hard time (me included) with getting the facial features right. Maybe someone else finds it useful too
(Screenshots used as refs from here, here and here.)
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A Lovely Distraction (Alcina x Reader)
There must be, you think, no greater pastime than kissing your Lady.
Your arms are wrapped around her neck, her long, elegant fingers have woven themselves into your hair as her plush scarlet lips move hungrily against yours.
You had originally planned to walk her to her seat and wait for her in the carriage while she was at the Four Lord’s meeting. Alcina had called out to you then in her low, velvety voice as you turned to leave. “Well aren’t you going to kiss me goodbye, draga mea?”
She leaned down from her chair as you approached and you kissed her waiting lips. And then you gave her another. And another and another until she had finally scooped you up in her strong arms, her tongue gently coaxing open your lips.
You bite down on her lower lip, and a desperate moan escapes Alcina’s throat. When you chance a look at her, there is no mistaking the desire in her aureate eyes.
You give her a grin as you begin to fold her skirt up, revealing her marble thighs. “Surely we have enough time before the Lord’s meeting, my Lady?” you propose.
Alcina considers for a moment but shakes her head, her frustration evident in the furrowing of her brow. “I wish we could, darling, but around now is usually the time that Mother Miranda arrives and the other Lords will follow shortly. We can’t risk it.”
You press a kiss to her collarbone and you smile as you hear her sigh. Her resolve is starting to waver. “But what’s life without a little risk?” you purr. You rest a hand on her garter clasp before looking into her tawny eyes, wordlessly asking for consent.
Before she can answer, you hear a door open and Alcina in one fluid motion takes you from her lap and conceals you from within the folds of her skirts. And not a moment too soon, because Mother Miranda soon materializes in a flurry of feathers.
“The first to arrive, as always,” Mother Miranda says coolly. You’re not sure if she can tell you’re hiding underneath your Lady’s skirts or not. “Your other siblings will be arriving soon. Make yourself comfortable.” You hear the clack of her heels on the stone floor as she makes her way to the front of the dais.
As you wait for the other Lords to arrive, you turn to the alabaster columns before you and only now do you appreciate the position you are in. You can already smell the arousal pooling in between her thighs.
The other Lords finally arrive and the meeting begins. Mother Miranda’s voice becomes a steady drone in your ears as you run your hands along Alcina’s tautly muscled legs. She jumps slightly at the touch but settles once she remembers it’s just you under there.
You begin to press kisses up Alcina’s legs and when you arrive at her inner thighs, her legs suddenly spring open. “Please, darling,” you hear her whisper to you huskily. “No more teasing. Just put your tongue inside me.”
“Very well, my Lady,” you say, chuckling as you position your face in front of her entrance. You brace your hands on her thighs, smirking as you feel the muscles in them clench with anticipation.
She inhales sharply as she feels your tongue enter her core. Mother Miranda pauses in her speech before eventually continuing.
There’s no doubt about it. She must know you’re under there. However, for some reason, she is choosing to ignore it.
Your attention turns back to Alcina as she grabs you by the hair through her dress, forcing your tongue deeper into her cunt.
“Impatient today, are we?” you mutter to yourself.
She pitches her voice low so only you can hear it. “Faster,” she pants. “And don’t be gentle.”
“Yes, my Lady,” you say. She must have realized too, that Mother Miranda knows you’re there, and she doesn’t care. You wonder for a moment if the priestess might be jealous.
You smirk as you ratchet your tongue thrusting to a relentless degree, hearing the squeak of leather as Alcina digs her gloved hands into her chair. Let Miranda be jealous. She should know that you’re the only one who can make your Lady feel this way, the gasps and moans only you can elicit from her that she is desperately trying to suppress.
You can’t see your Lady’s expression but you can well imagine it. A strained smile on her face, sweat beading her cracked forehead, only occasionally allowing herself to close her eyes in pleasure for a brief moment before remembering where she is.
When you take her large clit in your mouth and begin to suckle, she can’t help but cry out.
Mother Miranda pauses the meeting again. “Alcina, are you feeling quite well?” she drawls.
“I-I’m fine, Mother Miranda,” she says in a strangled tone, arching her back as she feels your tongue wrap itself around her clit again. “S-something just bit me is all.”
“I’m sure something did,” you hear Heisenberg mutter. Mother Miranda takes no notice of the comment and continues the meeting.
You hear the snap of a lighter, but it seems the flame refuses to catch as Alcina flicks the wheel over and over with the pad of her thumb to no avail. You smirk to yourself. Alcina must be really close and she must be attempting to cover her climax as a cigarette drag.
The flame finally catches and the acrid smell of tobacco fills your nostrils. You see no reason to hold back now as you dart your tongue relentlessly in her walls.
She finally climaxes with a contented sigh and you rasp your tongue along her inner thighs, not wanting to miss a single drop of her nectar.
But she’s not done with you yet. She takes you by the hair through her dress again. “Don’t you dare stop, draga,” she hisses to you. “We have hours yet left in this meeting. Make yourself useful.”
You smile. “As you wish, my Lady.”
You continue like this throughout the meeting, pleasuring your Lady, feeling her strong thighs shudder around your head as you make her orgasm again and again. Finally the meeting draws to a close and the other Lords go their separate ways, off to their own respective holds in the village. Miranda descends from the dais and you hear her steps approach and stop in front of Alcina’s chair.
You don’t dare move from your spot, your mouth hovering over your Lady’s entrance. You can imagine Miranda’s dove-gray eyes boring into Alcina’s golden ones, a challenge in them.
After what seems like an eternity, Mother Miranda finally says, “I hope you have a lovely evening, Alcina.” There is no inflection in her tone.
“Y-you too, Mother Miranda,” Alcina replies. With that, Mother Miranda turns and stalks from the meeting room, her heels clicking harshly on the cobblestone tile.
With Mother Miranda finally gone, Alcina reaches and swings you up from under her dress, settling you on her lap. You grin sheepishly at her as your face and hair are still dripping from her dew.
Alcina doesn’t seem to mind as she takes your face, still sticky with sweat and her climax, in her hands and kisses you deeply.
She pulls back and strokes your damp hair. “That was wonderful, pet. You’ve truly outdone yourself this time.”
You feel your bravado from before melt at your Lady’s praise. You duck your head, feeling blush creep up your cheeks. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself at the meeting, Your Ladyship.”
“I certainly did,” Alcina replies, taking your hands in hers and kissing your knuckles. “You proved yourself to be a most lovely distraction.”
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Alcina: *opens the door*
Daniela flying down the hallway: WEEEEEEEE
Cassandra chasing after her: DANI!!! GIMMIE BACK MY SICKLE
Bela running after Cassandra and Daniela: CASS!!! GIMMIE BACK MY SICKLE!
Y/N running after Bela, Cassandra and Daniela: YOU GUYS STOP CHASING EACH OTHER OR YOUR MOTHER WILL KILL ME!!!
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a curiosity you may not have known is that Lady Dimitrescu hired Laura as she knew that the young woman was able to gracefully climb poles, hoops and silks. A hobby for the butler, but a skill inside a castle where gates, frames and chanderliers don't clean themselves.
(I apologize for the bad quality of the pics, but my phone is terrible and I don't have a pc anymore...and the Lady takes her time to call for someone to fix things inside the Castle)
Hoop figures are the best for (in order): scare the maids letting myself slide suddenly; take a nap on the chandelier when I don't want to be disturbed; talk with the Lady at eye level
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dear media writers,
please stop making the villains in shit hot. thank you.
- a very concerned fan who thinks said villains are attractive
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Miranda and Alcina: *being possessive and jealous of you*
Mother Miranda: She put on her best dress just for me!
Lady Dimitrescu: Hah! Dear, she took it off only for me...
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Lady Dimitrescu with a female s/o
Calls you Love, Darling, and Flower(if you're comfortable with that)
She already hates Heisenberg but now that you're here she hates him even more because he talks to you.
Absolutely spoils you.
Will take note of absolutely everything you like and the next morning it will appear on your bed or bedside table.
Loves cuddling, but only in private(i.e. bedroom)
You will always have a lipstick stain somewhere on your face, neck. arms, or chest.
Constantly praises you.
Holds your hands whenever she notices that they're cold.
If you sleep in the same bed as her, then she'll hold you in a warm embrace and hum to you till you fall asleep.
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Miranda x Abigail ----The Song of the Crow Ch. 9 (NSFW)
Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8
Almost perfect is still not perfect.
It's still not good enough.
Even if she hadn't already found the one for the ritual, Miranda would yet deem Abigail an unfit vessel for Eva –and she doesn't want to acknowledge the bubbling relief that comes with that conclusion.
Personal affairs have no room in science's cold, faceless domain. Thankfully, she doesn't feel things so deep, anymore, that they would affect her judgement.
So she is being entirely impartial when she arrives to the conclusion that, for all of Abigail's extremely favorable disposition with the Cadou, her body yet holds an immense weakness;
Her human cells have mutated only partially, thus have a limit to how far they can be pushed. Too much speed and strength from her other side, an extended use or strain of the parasite before they have time to recover, can prove fatal. Miranda isn't even sure she can withstand a full transformation without being split down the middle afterwards.
The pains are there as a self-defense mechanism, a warning alarm for her to stop. It is a good thing she has learned to heed them.
Miranda pushes her chair back and rolls her shoulders, sore after being stuck in the same position over a microscope for the better part of the afternoon. Blue eyes do a quick scan of the lab until they settle on their target, seated in an old armchair on the opposite end, soundless as a phantom.
Abigail is idly scrolling through her phone, cheek rested on her fist, headphones on and the volume still very low, so she doesn't bother Miranda.
The priestess approaches. Dual-colored irises look up at her as she extends a claw to the base of Abigail's neck. Her finger moves up, slowly, drawing little goosebumps in its wake, until it tugs on one earphone.
“You waited, hm?”
“You told me to.” Abigail replies.
“But you hardly ever do as you're told.” Miranda counters. A wicked smile forms on her lips. “Well. In most cases.” Most cases other than the bedroom. She's very good at following orders there.
Abigail simply rolls her pretty eyes and rises. “I can go home if you're tired. No hard feelings.” she proposes after a beat.
The thing is, Miranda doesn't feel like going back to an empty stronghold. The evenings go by much faster with the brunette there. She has something to focus on rather than constantly overthink every little detail about the upcoming ceremony.
“No. Come with me.”
They leave the lab together.
Abigail's teeth are absolutely chattering by the time they make it inside.
“Can't handle a little cold?” she prods, dry and warm in her folded wings.
Abigail sends her a downright withering look. “Oh, you are one to talk, toasty in those wings that block everything. What does my arm do for me? Nothing!”
Miranda simply takes in the sight of her, frozen and drenched from the melted snow, like a puppy left out in the rain.
“Don't look at me like that.” Abigail growls. Then, in a smaller voice, “I hate you.”
“Even if I tell you I own a hot tub?” Miranda asks.
Abigail's jaw drops. “I...won't hate you as much if you show me where it is.”
The blonde considers, for a moment, making her work for it. Perhaps have her say that she loves her, even if the very notion of that is a joke.
A large part of Abigail probably does, indeed, hate her, she thinks. And that is fine. A lot of people do. Many more will.
Miranda motions for her to follow and leads them past a corridor Abigail has never stepped in. A spacious room with adjustable lighting awaits on the other end, sporting a bar filled with drinks for all tastes and a luxurious hot tub.
The blonde intended for it to help her relax after long, stressful days at the lab, but the hot water did little to calm her mind. The entire chamber eventually lost her interest.
But. Seeing Abigail gasp and light up at the sight of it, excited like a kid offered their favorite candy... the tub doesn't feel so useless anymore.
“Oh, wow. This. Is. Amazing.” Well, it must be, because the steaming water has all of her attention now.
Abigail removes layer after soaked layer of clothing. There is something quite eye-catching about the way her shirt clings to the lines of muscle in her shoulders and arms, but Miranda does not complain about watching it go. With far less enthusiasm, she removes her own clothes.
A soft, pleasurable hiss slips past Abigail's parted lips when she sinks into the bubbly water. It almost sparks a deep, predatory instinct in Miranda.
“You know, if you told me this was an option on day one, I would have been much more cooperative.” Abigail speaks, low and calm and sporting a satisfied little smile.
“Is that so.” Miranda joins her side.
The massaging sensation of hot water lapping at her back is certainly pleasant, better than she remembers, but it's not this which holds her attention.
“Mhm.” The brunette nods, eyes closed.
She doesn't think Abigail has ever been this calm around her, not even while she's sleeping. Right here, she looks innocent, a pretty girl every bit the twenty eight years of her age, rather than someone who spent most of their life at war.
Abigail carefully rolls her left shoulder, opens and closes the fingers of her left hand in the water as though testing out their sensitivity to the temperature, or lack of thereof.
“Does it hurt again?” Miranda asks.
“No. The sensations are just always so... dulled.” the brunette explains.
That sparks something in the priestess, in the scientist half of her. She moves in front of Abigail, inspired for a little experiment that will no doubt be much more fun than the rest for both of them.
“What? It's never good when you get that look in your eye.” Abigail states.
Miranda graces her with a small, you-know-me-so-well smile. Without speaking, she raises her hand to her company's ebony shoulder, letting it rest there.
“How about now?” she inquires quietly, gives a little press with her thumb to where she knows tension lingers in the human body.
Abigail makes a cute little sound in the back of her throat, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
Success. Miranda doesn't really have control over her Cadou, but she has influence over the girl herself that's more than enough. Perhaps she shouldn't revel in that fact as much as she does, but, well. She brushes that stray thought aside for now.
Long, pale fingers then trail down, leaving a faint drag of nails past the nice contours of Abigail's black bicep, all the way to her wrist.
Dual-colored eyes glance away from hers and she doesn't need enhanced sight to tell the warm hue on the other woman's cheeks isn't just from the hot water bubbling at their chests.
Miranda brings a finger under her chin to command that darkened gaze back on her own. The unspoken experiment started as one thing, but it has turned into entirely another, now.
Because Abigail doesn't blush or get coy when they have sex, or when Miranda pushes her head between her thighs, or when she pins her down by the throat. But here she is, blushing from these little touches that aren't even sexual.
“Does affection do the trick for you, little raven?” she teases, lips close enough to accidentally brush.
“No? You know I can read the signals your body is giving, right?” Miranda trails her lips past the corner of Abigail's as she whispers, down the curve of her jawline, to settle on the curved black line at the left side of her neck that looks like a tattoo.
Slowly, torturously slowly, Miranda kisses the spot. Once, twice, until she feels Abigail lose the fight to supress a shiver in her arms.
“You won't faint on me, will you?” she asks, teeth tugging on the other woman's earlobe. Who knew taking her sweet time pushing the brunette's buttons could be so entertaining.
“Probably not...” Abigail huffs. “But maybe we should move this to the –ah— bedroom.” That little hitch in her breath towards the end does things to Miranda.
“Can you even wait until we get there?” she challenges, slotting their bodies a tad firmer together.
“Fuck, Miranda, I don't know.” Abigail breathes out the admission.
“Want me to take the edge off right here?” she husks in her ear, fingers hovering just above where the brunette needs them.
The little raven breaks. Succumbing to her was inevitable.
Miranda will admit that having her bedroom not be empty anymore is... good.
It's good for reasons beyond the bone-piercing cold in the heart of winter. Because not all nights are the same, even for someone who has lived for the time she has. Some are far, far longer than others.
Miranda may be woken by a happy, beautiful scene in a dream, like holding her smiling daughter in her arms and showing her the different types of flowers blooming outside their old home in spring. Equally frequent is the opposite, however; her standing over a colorless grave while everything freezes around her.
Dream or nightmare, it's all the same.
It hurts all the same.
Her subconscious never fails to remind her of the piece of her missing that she needs to get back whatever the cost, even if she dies trying.
But it's not death that terrifies her;
It is failure.
Even with the countless tests and experiments she has conducted over the years, determining that her selected vessel will be an almost certain success is still far from knowing it shall be so. Too far. Anything could go wrong during the ceremony and—
Miranda is broken free from the chains of her mind when Abigail shifts, beside her. The brunette huffs as if she's annoyed at whatever dared to wake her, then rolls onto her front, burrowig into her pillow as though trying to become one with it.
The prophetess cocks an eyebrow. She would have thought it an unspoken rule at this point that Abigail never faces her in bed.
“You're still up...?” her voice comes, thick with sleep, underneath the dark curtain of tousled hair obscuring her features.
Miranda gives her a you-should-see-yourself-right-now look.
“Too cool to sleep like the rest of us?” Well, someone's chatty tonight.
But it does draw a little smile from the blonde, the sentence and how she says it. “I am above such basic practices.” she replies, turning onto her side.
Her fingers absent-mindedly reach between them, to guide rich brown locks away from Abigail's pretty face. The fleeting thought crosses Miranda's mind that she's so glad the Cadou hasn't altered the brunette's looks –that would be such a terrible shame.
A strange sensation rises up within her, then. She doesn't have a name for it, but it urges her to touch Abigail more, to bring her closer and she doesn't know how to do that outside of provoking her or sex.
The second her hand lingers near Abigail's nape, after guiding her hair there, the woman's back tenses. It's subtle, but Miranda feels her muscles jump beneath her hand as if the possibility of having to defend herself cannot be ruled out even here.
“Relax. If I planned on murdering you in your sleep I would have done it the first night you hogged the blankets.” she says, laying her palm open on the middle of the brunette's back.
“...I don't hog the blankets.” she protests slowly.
“I can stop touching you if you want.” Miranda offers.
She will not be offended if her company agrees with that. She will even understand. Their arrangement doesn't include this... whatever this is.
The seconds it takes Abigail to reply feel a tad too long.
“...no.” she finally breathes. “It feels... good.”
Miranda traces little shapes on her shoulders and back until Abigail's breathing evens out once more. Watching her breathe in and out, so serene, the blonde's own eyelids start to droop.
When sleep takes her, there are no images to haunt her.
It is a peace she knows she doesn't deserve, but she will take it, anyway.
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Because I Love You (Forever Mine)
AO3 Link! Finished the first chapter and I'm so excited to share it with y'all! Let me know your thoughts if you want to share them and enjoy! Apologies for any and all grammatical errors!
“Oh, come on, Cass! We never do anything together.” You practically whined.
Cassandra rolled her eyes. “I don’t even drink wine, Y/N, so why would I go to a wine tasting?” She asked.
You sighed. “Cause Liz bailed on me. Again.” You replied. “Except this time, I don’t know where she went. She just disappeared off the face of the freaking planet.” This was the third time it’d happened, but at least the other two times she kept you informed of her whereabouts. Claiming that she needed time and that she’d called you when she was ready.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me, right? She left again, didn’t even leave a note?” You shook your head. “You know, you shouldn’t take her back this time. She’s not worth it anymore.”
“You’re right, I know you’re right, but… I love her, Cass.” You dropped your head into your hands, groaning. “Enough about Liz. The wine tasting is tonight, you’re coming with me.”
Cassandra groaned. “Fine, fine, but please don’t force me to taste anything.”
“I can’t make any promises.” You moved out of the way of her hand as she attempted to slap your arm. “Close up for me, yeah?” You asked, taking off your apron. “And be ready by 8.” Cassandra flipped you off in response and you laughed as you left the coffee shop.
You checked the time on your phone, seeing that you’d be late for your acting class if you didn’t make it to the bus station on time. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You muttered.
“Y/N!” A voice called out. You froze. You recognised that voice anywhere. “Y/N, wait. I can explain.”
You frowned. “Liz, I don’t have time for this right now.” You said. You only had a few minutes to get to your bus before it left. “We can talk later, okay?” You offered.
“We can’t, it’s important. We have to talk now.” Liz persisted. She sounded scared, sounded like she hadn’t slept in a few days.
You nodded your head. “Okay, we can… talk back at the shop, I guess. Is everything okay?” You asked. Liz shook her head and sniffled. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, grabbing her hand.
“I’m scared, I don’t know what to do.” Liz replied. “I think… I think someone is trying to kill me.”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “What?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your heart broke seeing Liz cry like this. “It’s gonna be alright, Lizzie. I swear.” You said as you opened the door to the coffee shop, Cassandra giving you a weird look as she helped a customer. “I’m gonna get you some coffee, I’ll be right back.”
“I thought you had class, why are you back? And why is she here?” Cassandra asked.
You shrugged your shoulders. “She’s convinced someone’s trying to kill her. She’s scared, Cass.” You replied.
Cassandra scoffed. “She’s probably lying, Y/N. Did you ever think of that?”
“I consider it for a second, but I don’t think she’s lying.” You said. “I’m gonna get her some coffee, talk to her, probably take her back to my place so she can rest. And then I’ll come and pick you up for the wine tasting.” You said with a small sigh.
“Maybe you should stay with Liz if this is serious. We can go to a wine tasting some other time.” You knew Cassandra was trying to use Liz as a reason to not have to go out tonight. “It’s fine, honestly, I can work on my photos tonight.”
You shook your head. “No, no. We are going to that wine tasting. I heard Alcina Dimitrescu is supposed to make a small appearance and I just have to see her in person.” Alcina Dimitrescu was the reason you wanted to become an actress. You almost quit when she did, but you toughed it out for Donna.
Cassandra rolled her eyes. “I knew there was a reason you were dragging me to this thing. Something makes me think I was your number one choice for a plus one from the beginning.” Cassandra said. “I will do my best to make sure you don’t say or do anything dumb.”
You smiled at her before focusing back on Liz’s coffee. “Thanks, Cass, you’re a literal lifesaver.” You pressed a kiss to her cheek as you passed by her.
“You have no fucking idea.” Cassandra muttered under her breath with a small shake of her head.
When you walked up to Liz, she was staring at her hands. “Hey, drink this. After, we’ll head to my place and you can stay there until we get this sorted, alright?” She nodded her head, taking a small sip of coffee. “Now, why do you think someone is trying to kill you?”
You saw Liz’s posture stiffen and her eyes widened a bit. “Someone broke into my apartment last weekend, left some threatening note. It basically said that if I didn’t stay away from you that I’d be dead within the week. An-and I…”
You took one of her hands in yours, squeezing it gently. “It’s fine, it’s fine, I swear. I’m just glad you’re okay. Did you go to the police?”
Liz grimaced a bit. “I did. They said I was probably just messing with myself.” You looked at her in confusion. “Apparently, the note is in my handwriting and the only prints on the note were my own.” Liz took another small sip of coffee as she watched you think. “And you’re like the only person that has my new address.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “My phone. The one I lost?” Liz nodded her head, albeit hesitantly. “I had your new address in there from when you told to me. Someone must’ve gotten it from there… which means I didn’t lose my phone, it was stolen.” You said the last part quietly, mostly to yourself. Why would someone intentionally steal your phone just to threaten your girlfriend?
“Why would someone steal your phone?” Liz asked. You shrugged your shoulders. The two of you sat in silence until Liz spoke again. “Can we go now? I feel like we’re being watched.” She started looking around the café, letting out a small breath when she didn’t notice anything weird.
You nodded, standing up from your chair. “I need to go confirm something with Cassandra and then we can go.” Liz nodded her head, watching you walk up to your co-worker. “Maybe we should postpone the wine tasting…. But Alcina Dimitrescu will be there and I can’t…. my priorities are not in the right order. I’ll ask my neighbour to keep an eye on Liz. That should work, right?” You asked Cassandra.
“I mean, you could ask your neighbour, but will Liz be okay with that?” Cassandra asked as she typed on her phone.
“Well, Liz and Dani know each other, kind of.” You said. Cassandra looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “What? I said kind of. They’re not buddy buddy with each other, but they get along.” Cassandra snorted at how unconvincing you sounded, and you hit her arm. “Cass, it’s not funny, this is serious. I’ll text you later.”
You rubbed your temples as you walked towards Liz. “Everything okay?”
You gave her a small smile, taking her hand in yours as you left the coffee shop. “Everything’s fine. Everything will be fine.” The ride to your apartment was a bit quiet, Liz had fallen asleep on your shoulder. It made you smile how peaceful she looked like this, like she wasn’t in this terrifying situation. “Liz, wake up. The bus is almost to the station.” You whispered into her ear as you shook her slightly.
You reached your apartment as quickly as you could when the bus stopped, getting Liz comfortable on the couch. “Can we… can we watch a movie?” Liz asked.
You looked at the clock on your wall, it was almost 3. “Uh, yeah, yeah, sure. I have a little time before I need to get ready. What should we watch?” You asked as you sat down next to her.
“Mamma Mia?” Liz suggested and you approved. “I just want to watch something that’ll help take my mind off of this.” Liz confessed as she snuggled into your side.
You truly did feel bad that she was going through this. No one deserved to be threatened for any reason, especially over dating you. It seemed a bit excessive to you, a total stalker move. The two of you made it about halfway through the movie before Liz was asleep again. You positioned her so she was laying down on the couch, wrapping the covers around her tightly, and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“No go.” Liz mumbled in her sleep. “Stay.”
“I have to get ready for my event, hon. But I promise I’ll come right back and I won’t leave your side.” You said softly. Liz nodded her head with a small sleepy smile. “Call for me if you need anything.”
You headed towards the bathroom, letting out a sigh as you placed your hands on the sink counter. “What are you doing, Y/N? Liz needs you and you’re still considering going to a wine tasting for someone who doesn’t even know you exist. Someone that still won’t know you exist even after tonight.” You let out a huff before turning on the shower.
When you were done getting dressed, you went out into the living room to check on Liz. She was still sleeping, but she had a small frown on her face. You pressed a small kiss to her cheek, hoping to make her frown disappear and it worked, but it also caused her to stir awake.
“Did I go to sleep again?” You gave her a nod. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been so tired lately.” She covered her mouth as she yawned.
You waved her off. “Don’t apologise.” You grabbed her hand in yours. “I have to leave for a few hours, but Daniela will keep an eye on you, okay? Speaking of, she should be arriving soon. But I promise, once I get back, you have my full undivided attention and we are going to get through this together.”
Liz nodded her head. “Thank you.” Liz said. “Do you need to leave soon?” Liz asked.
You sighed. “Probably. It takes like two hours to get to Cassandra’s from over here.” You said with a small sigh. “I can cancel if you need me to. Cassandra will understand.”
Liz shook her head. “No, go. You’ve been talking about this thing for weeks. And that Dimitrescu lady you love so much is gonna be there, can’t miss that opportunity. I’m sure Daniela and I will be fine and you can continue to fuss over me when you get back.”
“Alright, but only if you’re sure.” You said as you heard a knock on your door. “That’ll be Daniela. Try not to stay up too late and you can sleep in my bed, of course, if you find yourself drifting off again.” You said as you opened the door for your neighbour. “Hey, Dani. Thanks for doing this.”
“No problem.” Daniela said as she entered the apartment. “Hey Elizabeth, how goes it?” Daniela asked as she sat down.
Liz shrugged. “Fine, I guess. I mean, besides the fact that someone is trying to kill me.” Liz let out a small laugh to try and ease the tension in the room.
“Well, I am going to get going now. Feel free to order takeout, watch whatever, it’s fine. I will see the two of you when I get back.” You gave Liz a small peck on the lips. “Stay safe, alright?” You mumbled against her lips and she nodded her head. “Text or call me if something happens. Have fun you two.”
By the time you reach Cassandra’s, it was almost 7:30 and the wine tasting started in an hour. You knocked on her door, frowning when you realised she wasn’t dressed yet. “Cass, why aren’t you ready?” You asked as you pushed into her place.
“Because I just got home from the shop and I thought I would have time to chill out before you came barging in here, throwing orders around.” Cassandra replied with a roll of her eyes. “Besides, the vineyard we’re going to, it’s Dimitrescu’s. Which is like 20 minutes from here.”
You frowned. “No? It’s supposed to be at the other vineyard, right?” Cassandra shook her head. “Okay, that’s fine. I just… that definitely means she’ll be there, right? Why’d they change venues? When did they change venues?” You groaned as you plopped down on in a loveseat.
“First, breathe and calm down. Second, they changed venues at the last moment because there was some kind of fungi that spread throughout the vineyard. Dimitrescu’s was the closest next one that they could relocate to on such short notice.” Cassandra explained.
“I need a drink.” You said with a sigh.
Cassandra rolled her eyes. “You can drink at the tasting. I’m going to go get ready and you’re going to relax for a bit. I know everything with Liz is stressing you out.” You nodded your head. “Good.”
It didn’t take long for Cassandra to get ready. As much as she didn’t want to go to the wine tasting, she’d already picked out what she was going to wear.
The two of you called an Uber to take you to the event. It was a public affair so you knew there’d be lots of people there. “So you’re just gonna watch me drink wine all night?” Cassandra nodded her head. “Listen, if I get up close to her, just make sure I don’t do anything stupid. Please.” You begged as the two of you walked into the event.
Cassandra laughed. “If you say something stupid, then I am walking away and letting her deal with you.” You punched her in the arm causing her to laugh harder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I’ll apologise on your behalf and then we’ll just go, it’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, great idea. Leave in the middle of her wine tasting when I make a fool out of myself so that’s how she remembers me for the rest of my life.” You let out a small laugh. “Besides, what if she asks me about wine? I don’t know the first thing about it!”
“I doubt half these people know much about wine, you’ll do just fine. And you deserve a night of just relaxing, like I said earlier. If you drink too much, you can stay at my place. I’m sure your neighbour won’t mind watching Liz overnight.” Cassandra pulled you over to a table. “Whatcha got here?”
“This is Alcina Dimitrescu’s special, Sanguis Virginis.” Maiden’s blood? Interesting name for a wine. “Would you like to try it? This is a wine tasting after all.” The girl said. You nodded your head and she handed you and Cassandra a small cup of it. “You taste this, you won’t want to drink any other wine.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Fuck, this is good.” Cassandra handed you her cup and you downed it. “You’re selling this tonight, right?”
“Of course! There’s also a mini bottle in all of the goody bags for tonight!” She said with a smile on her face. “I’m Bela. I’m Ms. Dimitrescu’s assistant back at the office.” She looked over at Cassandra. “Do you not drink?”
“Nah, wine just doesn’t do it for me.” Cassandra replied.
Bela waved passed you and you turned around, your eyes widening. It was her. It was Alcina Dimitrescu and she was coming this way. “Shit, Cass, she’s right there. I don’t have enough wine in me for this. Help!”
Cassandra wrapped her arm around your shoulders. “Chill. Buy your wine, I’ll talk to her.” You nodded your head, turning back to Bela. “Ms. Dimitrescu, how are you this evening?” Cassandra asked.
Alcina smiled at her. “I’m doing quite fine, Miss…” She trailed off.
“Cassandra, you can call me Cassandra. Although, that one over there calls me Cass.” Cassandra replied, sticking her hand out.
Alcina shook it. “Well, Cassandra, it’s nice to meet you. You can call me Alcina. Enjoying my wine?” Alcina asked.
Cassandra shook her head. “No offense, but wine isn’t really my thing. But Y/N is enjoying it, right?” She asked, looking back at you. You were holding three bottles of the wine. “Yeah, they’re enjoying it. And hey, dude, it’s not nice to stare. Say hi or something.”
You felt your face get hot. “S-sorry. Um, hi, Ms. Dimitrescu, hi. Wow, beautiful, just beautiful.” You stammered out. “Shit, sorry, I, oh my goodness, I’m sorry.” You said when you went to shake her hand but ended up spilling your cup of wine on her instead.
“It’s quite alright, darling. I wasn’t fond of this blazer anyway.” Alcina said as she took it off, handing it to Bela. “I’m pleased to see that you’re enjoying yourself. I have to go and mingle now, but perhaps you’ll let me take you out to dinner.”
“What?” You asked, your brows furrowing.
Alcina chuckled. “Dear, you did spill wine on me. It’s only fair to add in the dine since you’ve already done the wine.” You opened your mouth, but closed it again. “I’m sorry, but I really must go. Bela will give you my number and the address to the office, this offer is free to use whenever you please. It was a pleasure meeting the both of you.” Alcina gave you all a small smile before leaving.
“Holy shit. You just got asked out by the Alcina Dimitrescu. What’s Liz going to think?” Cassandra asked.
“Shit! Liz, I need to call Daniela.” You said. You pulled out your phone and dialled Daniela’s number, but it went to voicemail. “They probably fell asleep. I’ll send her a text and we can, I mean, I can go taste more wine.” You quickly sent Daniela a text before saying by to Bela.
“Oh, Ms. Dimitrescu’s number and our address. Hope to see you soon.” Bela said as she handed you the paper.
Cassandra grinned at you. “You’ve got date with Alcina. Without even trying.” Cassandra said. “And it’s not like you’re going to say no. You’re practically obsessed with her, you’d be crazy to not take the offer.”
You groaned. “I am not obsessed with her. I just really like her work. And she’s got a nice wine.” And such a lovely smile. The most beautiful laugh, and the way her eyes sparkle when the light hits them just right. “I’m not obsessed and I will be saying no to her offer.”
Cassandra stopped abruptly. “You’re fucking kidding me? You’re going to deny Alcina a date with you? Maybe I’ll go instead. It would be a shame for such an amazing offer to go to waste.”
“Here, take it.” You said, handing the card to her. “I admire her too much to go. And I’d make an even bigger fool of myself if I did.”
Cassandra shook her head. “Uh, no. Tomorrow is Saturday and that is her personal number. I have my photography class and then we’re going to lunch and you are going to invite Alcina out to eat with us.” You shook your head. “Yes, you are. Now, be quiet, she’s about to make some speech.”
You looked over to see Alcina with a wine glass in her hand, making her way over to a microphone. “Can I get everyone’s attention, please?” Alcina asked, making everyone turn to listen to her speak. “It is so wonderful that all of you were able to come. Some of you are good friends, family, and some of you are new faces that I hope to become better acquainted with. I do hope that all of you enjoy this new blend. To Sanguis Virginis.” Alcina said, raising her glass before taking a drink.
You leaned over to Cassandra. “So if this is her wine, then why was she going to have it at some else’s vineyard?” You asked.
Cassandra shrugged. “I don’t know, why don’t you ask her?” Cassandra suggested. You laughed at her comment. “No, seriously, ask her because she’s coming over here again. I’m going to go bug that Bela girl, bye.” Cassandra said before leaving you all alone.
“Your friend change her mind about having some of the wine?” Alcina asked as she approached you. You stared at her for a moment. “You seem nervous to speak to me. Is it already that I’m here with you?” Alcina asked.
You cleared your throat. “Yes, yes, absolutely. It is your wine tasting, after all, no need to ask for permission.” You stared at the ground as you spoke. “Cass said that I should invite you out to lunch tomorrow. I really am sorry that I made such a mess of your blazer, I’ll pay for the dry cleaning if you want me to.” You offered.
Alcina put her hand under your chin to make you look up at her. “As I said, I wasn’t too fond of it in the first place. And no need to pay for the dry cleaning, but I’d be more than honoured to join you and your friend for lunch tomorrow. However, I have an early business meeting so you’ll have to stop by the office.” Alcina explained.
“Oh, okay. Yeah, yeah, will do.” You replied. “Why’d you have tasting wine there not here?” What the fuck was that? “Sorry. I meant, why’d you want to use another vineyard and not your own for the wine tasting.”
Alcina hummed. “I spend so much time here, that I thought a change of scenery would be nice. I can see now that I was wrong. Perhaps I can take you on a tour of the vineyard sometime.”
“Oh, I’d, well, um, sure, I’d like that.” Why was she being so nice to you. “I should probably go save your assistant from Cass. She can be overwhelming.” You said, glancing over to the table where Bela and Cassandra were, chuckling at how annoyed Bela looked by your friend.
“Of course, Y/N. It was a pleasure having you here tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch.” Alcina said. She pressed a kiss to your cheek before leaving, making conversation with someone as soon as she stepped away.
You pressed your hand to your cheek, walking over to Cassandra and Bela. “Cass, Cass, let’s go.” You said.
Cassandra looked at you. “Are you alright? Did Alcina do something wrong? Oh, I’ll sho-“
You cut her off. “No! No! It’s nothing like that, I just. I need to get home and check on Liz. I’m starting to get worried cause Dani hasn’t responded to my text.” You said.
“Dude, you probably missed the last bus back home. You’ll have to stay at my place until morning.” Cassandra said.
You shook your head. “I appreciate the offer, Cass, but I’m getting a bad feeling about Liz.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll pay for your ride home. And then I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Cassandra said. “I’ll wait with you and then go mingle a bit. Some lady was giving me googly eyes and I’d like to see where the night ends up.” Cassandra said, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Ew, you’re disgusting.” You said, pushing her away from you. “Now, hurry up and pay for the ride. I don’t want to keep you too long from your mystery woman.”
“You know, I’m sure Ms. Dimitrescu wouldn’t mind giving you a lift home.” Bela said. You honestly forgot that she was standing there. “I could go ask her, she’s standing right there.” Bela offered.
“Uh, no, it’s fine. I wouldn’t want to take her away from the event.” You replied.
Bela waved you off. “It’s fine. She never stays at these things, always leave before the tasting is over. We’ll probably be heading out soon.” Bela said, checking her watch.
“Hey, you probably should take this offer. The closest is Uber is like 30 minutes away and that’s without traffic.” Cassandra said. You looked up at her and then back to Bela before sighing and nodding your head.
And that was how you found yourself in the passenger seat of Alcina Dimitrescu’s town car. “So did you enjoy yourself tonight?” Alcina asked as she drove you home.
You nodded your head. “I did.” You replied. “Sanguis Virginis is an interesting name, Maiden’s Blood.”
Alcina’s eyebrow rose. “You speak Latin?” Alcina asked.
“No, but I did read about the wine at the tasting.” You replied. “It’s a very good wine, by the way. I’m sure it’ll do well once it hits the market.” You said.
“Thank you, Y/N, I appreciate that.” You gave her a small smile before the two of you went back to riding together in silence.
When she pulled up outside your apartment building, you noticed that the lights were off in your apartment. “Well, this is home sweet home. Thanks for the ride.” You said.
“Let me walk you up to your apartment.” Alcina said as she got out of the car. She was opening your door before you had the chance to tell her that you’d manage. “I can’t say I’m completely aware of what drew me to you tonight at the vineyard, but I do apologise if I was too forward.”
You shook your head as the two of you got into the elevator. “No, you’re fine, it was fine. I really should be the one apologising, profusely I might add, for the spilling wine on you.” You replied.
When the elevator door opened, Daniela ran up to you. “Y/N! Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you. Someone took Liz!” Daniela said through her tears.
Your eyes widened. “What? What happened? Are you okay? Did you call the police?” You asked. You looked at Alcina who looked just as concerned by the state your neighbour was in.
Daniela nodded her head. “I did. The guy took my statement and everything. I’m so sorry. I just ran to the store really quickly cause she said she felt sick and I didn’t see anything in your bathroom. And then when I came back, she was being put into the back of a van. I tried to stop them, I really did. I’m so sorry.”
“Shh, shh, it’s okay Dani, it’s fine.” You said. “I’m sorry about this.” You apologised to Alcina who waved off your apology. “Stay right here with Alcina, I’m going to get something out of the apartment.” You said before entering your apartment.
Alcina looked over at Daniela. “By Gods, Daniela, you really would’ve made a great actress. Why didn’t you take mommy up on her offer, little one?” Alcina asked as she wiped her daughter’s tears.
Daniela rolled her eyes. “First of all, you’re not my mom. Second, I don’t want to be an actress cause look how well that went for you! And third, are you happy? Y/N is my friend and this little stunt you’ve pulled tonight could’ve gone very bad.” Daniela said is low voice.
“But it didn’t. And I am your mother, whether you like it or not, and you will not talk to me that way.” Alcina hissed at her. “Now, tell Y/N how sorry I am that I had to leave and that I’ll do what I can to help out with this Liz’s kidnapping. I love you, sweetie.” Alcina pressed a kiss to Daniela’s forehead, wiping off the lipstick she left behind.
Daniela sniffled and nodded her head. “Yes, ma’am. I love you, too.” Daniela said.
Alcina gave her a smile. “That’s my good girl. I’ll see you later.” Alcina said before leaving.
Daniela let out a sigh as she headed back into your apartment shutting the door behind her. Her mother was crazy, doing what she’s doing just to get your attention. And now she was part of it, part of her whole plan. What could she do but play along and see it through?
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Blood like wine
Pairing: Lady Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader
Summary: You've worked for the Dimitrescu house hold for a long time. The sisters liked you and Alcina took every chance to mess with you. It was okay for being where you were but the cleaning up of a close maidens blood and serving her for dinner was too much. And much to Alcinas disliking you speak your mind.
Ask: afab/female reader x Alcina "Darkish" smut ig... hatesex between maiden!reader and Alcina with the prompts;
1: You look so good with my hand(s) around your throat
2: You're so hot when you're mad
3: Bad (girls) get punished
4: I'm going to ruin you
5: I promise I'll be good
6: Bite Me
7: If you don't like teasing why are you moaning
8: Be a good girl and spread your legs
9: You won't break me
Genre: Smut (Dark plot)
TW: smut, cleaning blood, mourning a friend, hatefucking, slavery, maid, vampirism, blood, dom/sub, masochism, sadism, abuse, blood kink, knife kink, vampire kink ig, mistress/mommy honorifics, fear, humiliation, choking, marking, size difference, monster fucking, power play, funishment, punishment, BDSM, adrenaline kink, etc etc etc (let me know if I missed something)
Rough translations: [draga mea - my darling] [draga - darling] [mea - my/mine] [curva mea - my slut/whore] [fata mea bună - my good girl] [Jucaria mea - my toy/play thing]
Authors notes: Hi, this actually didn't take that long! But I do lose motivation easily, I also am I the process of finding a new home, and I'm having some issues rn. But luckily I was able to finish, my first, fic request! Yayy! I can't believe how quick this blog started. A few grammar mistakes and spelling errors, but I really hope you enjoy this! And I very excited to write more for you guys.
Requested by Anon
You weren't new to this. Ever since you got here Alcina tried her best to drive you crazy, she could feel your heart speed up around her, and the scent of adrenaline flaring at her nostrils as she brushed by you inside the castle. After a month or two you couldn't take it. It drove you crazy knowing she was there day and night, knowing that everytime she saw you she made an attempt to get you flustered. Although nothing has happened much to your disdain.
But now, months have passed. You have been experiencing an influx and drastic decline of maidens. You of course, being one of of longest lasting maidens, were left to clean up the dimitrescus messes when it came to their maidens untimely demise. There were lots of reasons the maidens hadn't worked out. The reasons ranging from making some sense, to down right unfair. Some of the more common reasons your mistresses killed and ate them were insulting the mistresses, even if it didn't seem like an insult the Lady did have a foul temper. They were deemed incompetent, dropping things, missing spots when they cleaned, didn't cook or season something right. Some made things worse, like cleaning a stain and spilling more or accidentally breaking something. Or it was as simple and cruel as losing a game to the dimitrescu sisters.
Although you hated cleaning their blood, you were fortunate that they usually only chose the longer lasting maidens to clean. Mostly because the newer ones hadn't seen blood like you and some others had, but you also knew how you felt when you got to the castle. You were glad, that despite their cruelty they were able to learn that humans and monsters were different, and you were glad that the mistress's freshmeat didn't have to see these things. Not yet at least.
Despite the privilege of picking up after their horrible habits, being the longest lasting maiden in the house did have its perks. You had a bit more leniency, some more break times, you were somewhat respected by the Dimitrescu sisters, you had your own room, easier chores, besides the blood clean up, like cooking dinner or serving your mistresses and many maids look up to you, asking for advice. Although you try not to make a habit of befriending them. At this point at your stay, you were no longer in fear of your life, unless you pissed someone off. Which wasn't hard to do but you were smart and you tried to play it safe.
But now you knelt on the floor scrubbing blood from the tiles until it was gone. And you had finally finished cleaning up "Carla". Her blood stained your light pink frilly dress, your hands were red and your eyes were empty staring at the clear spot on the tile floor. You closed your eyes for a moment to mourn her before rising, and shoving yourself to your feet. You were a bit wobbly, knees weak and tingling. Your heart felt like it had stopped beating as you shoved any emotions you had for your friend deep inside you, and now you were assigned to serve the mistresses dinner tonight. You didn't know if you could face them after this.
You were able to make it to your room, rinsing off your hands in the sink and walking back into your room to grab a fresh cream colored dress with lace and matching lacy undergarments. You took a little bit longer in the shower making sure every drop of blood was off your body. Before drying yourself and dressing up.
It wasn't long before you entered the kitchen and Bela and Daniela were already all over you. "Y/N, why aren't you cooking? We want your food....!" they complained. You raised your eyebrow slightly. "I had someth- someone to clean up" you replied maybe too bitterly, you were going to say 'something' instead of someone but decided against it, clarifying to them that you; a human, had to clean up your coworker and friend because of them.
Bela squinted but Daniela did not get the hint. "Ohhh! That maiden right? Yes she was quiet delicious! But I'm sure that you would taste better! If mother would just allow us one sip-"
"Y/N" Alcina cut her daughter off before she could continue, it was a loud and aggressive shouting of your name, and your angry, spiteful look at the girls turned into a wide eyed and jaw clenching anxiety. You gulped, shutting down any comebacks you may have had.
"How can I help you, mistress?" you asked timidly approaching her slowly. As much as you hated it here, you were even more terrified of dying, and even more so of their dungeon. "Why don't you bring us some wine" you nodded hesitantly before walking to the fridge. You heard a ding and the maiden Brit was at the stove announcing that dinner was ready and began to plate it.
You closed your eyes to calm yourself, but it didn't help. So just reached for the wine, but you knew this wasn't just wine or some random person, this was Carla. You looked at it, pure hate in your heart, your eyes were furrowed and your heart was racing. Earning a glance from Alcina as you walked slowly over to her.
They had already been provided glasses, but you did all you could possibly do at that moment. You stood there staring at the bottle in your hand, you really couldn't pour her blood into a glass just for some stuck up vampire bitch to drink. "What are you doing? " She asked mockingly "The glass is right there. It's not that hard, just pour my wine, pet." she spoke condiscendingly as Brit brought her dinner. Your timid, empty, expression changed rather quickly, as much as you usually liked being called her pet, her general apathy towards you and this woman you had to clean up off the floor, utterly disgusted you.
"Her name was Carla" you said bluntly, and rather rudely. But immedietly closed your mouth chewing on your lower lip. Brit had already finished serving the lady, and with that cleared the area looking at you apologetically. Snickering and laughing coming from the sisters.
"Excuse me?" Lady Dimitrescu's voice was unnaturally cold and calm. It sent chills through your body and you couldn't look up at her, down at the floor or anywhere else for that matter. Your eyes remained fixated on the bottle of your friends blood in your hands, a single tear was able to escape your cold and angry demeanor. You were going to die, and you knew this, so you decided. Just then. Speak your mind. If it's the last thing you do. You can tell her how horrible and cruel she is.
"Her name was Carla, and she was my friend" you said looking upwards, directly into Alcinas glowing yellow eyes. For a moment you froze, feeling much much smaller than usual, and much more scared and useless than normal. Her eyes felt like they were peircing a hole through your heart, but you hoped the hate in your eyes did the same to her as you glared back. "I cleaned up your mess of her blood, I got it all over myself. And Im-- Im actually not sorry! And I will not feed her blood to anyone especially not a monster like you" the tears ran down your face, letting loose some of the emotions you've held onto for so long.
Everyone stood there in silence, everyone stood there frozen, still your eyes glaring into hers, you refused to look away. You wanted her to see. The sisters exchanged looks all their faces all locked in the same shocked expressions, and Britney nearly fell over as she served the other mistresses.
"Dinner is over everyone out now" Lady announced the coolness of her voice now tinged with something darker. Anger? No. Uneven shakes? No. Sadness? Definetly not. Acceptance? No.... Bloodlust? Yes, now unfortunately for you that fit.
Britney reluctantly but quickly fled the room. Protests and arguments arose from Lady's daughters. "Now" she repeated. It was mostly complaints you heard from them as they shuffled out of the dining room, most of them were for missing dinner. But the dimitrescu sisters called out a few worse comments that made your skin crawl. "I wanted to kill her!" "I wanted to taste her blood!" "Can I just try a peice??" But finally the door closed leaving you completely vulnerable with a giant and very pissed monster towering above you, almost twice your size.
You were absolutely mortified about whatever was to come, but at least you wouldn't have to watch this monster play dress up anymore. Your heart was racing as you stood your ground, about four feet too short to spit in her face. Alcina stood for a moment. Pausing to look down on you, before grabbing you by your neck and lifting you into the air.
You struggled kicking your legs and trying to pry her hands free from your neck but it was pointless.. You were gasping for air struggling to breath. She stared at you with rage her in eyes as you fought against her. "Hmm, who knew you'd look this good with my hand around your neck, curva mea~" it was only when you began coughing and turning dark that she set you free. Your throat was burning and your neck was sore. As you dropped your knees banged the hardwood floor a breath forced from your lungs by the impact.
Yet on your knees, through shallow breaths you stared at her, no longer hatred but pain. How could you feel this way, towards her. The ways the two of you have talked, the way she's brought you to balls, and treated you so good. But it was all different. She was an animal, and you hated yourself for caring. "Well now we both truly know what you are? Huh? Do you like playing barbie? Playing some classy lady? Please..." you scoffed.
The corner of her red lips tugged, revealing a sharp fang and a nasty look. "Well now we both know what kind of fucking monster you really are!" You could've swore you heard a laugh escape her which got you upset, but even more fearful than anything else... Was she enjoying this!?
Her hand reached down a grabbed the back of your h/c ponytail, and yanked. Forcing you to look at her. "You're very attractive when you're mad. Did you know that Draga?"
You tried to pull away, but she was strong. Your heart was racing and you closed your eyes. You really didn't want to look at her. Not ever. You regretted everything now, getting found, being brought here, falling for Lady, befriending the maids and your mistress's daughters. You wish this was the first time you met Alcina, so you could hate her the way you should.
You were trying to pretend this wasnt what you wanted since you met her, what she wanted. But you didn't want anything from her anymore. Your body couldn't lie to her though, pink littered your face, as the blood rushed heating your cheeks. Your heart beat irregular, throbbing to her every touch. You wanted to cry and scream and go home, but this was your home now, whether you liked it or not.
Blood was always her strong suit, so it wasn't surprising seeing a condescending smirk tug at her blood red lips. She could smell it, the heat it rushing to your face, she could feel every heart beat. And every strong emotion led back to her animilistic senses. And she had complete control. She leaned down, you were now even shorter so she had to kneel to even come close to level with you. You gulped as a single deadly claw lifted your chin, creating a small cut on your neck.
You decided not to pull away, not to scream or spit at her. Or even wipe away the blood, because no matter what you did now, you were in a lot of trouble. You could've been killed by now, and you were sure if you didn't behave now, you would be.
So somehow you sucked up, your feelings once again bottling them back up as you did for months and months. That's how you survived. You gulped down your anger and pride, "M-my lady... I'm sorry please just let me go, I uh I just- I just need some sleep, that's all....." you were pleading. Alcina let single eyebrow raise as she took off her large black hat. Her jet black hair made it just past her ears, curling at the tips "No Y/N. Bad girls need to be punished."
She lifted your chin, your face turned an even deeper shade of red. The positioned your head in a way that was forcing your face so your e/c eyes met her glowing golden ones. They sent shivers down your spine, how you wanted to- no. Needed to look anywhere but there, they were intense, made your stomach queezy and your body shake. But you couldn't. Her fingers and a single long claw held your face in place. Alcina leaned closer, watching your nervousness, listening to your heart beat faster. She could sense all the emotions going through you right now, including the growing arousal inside of you.
Lady chuckled darkly at that "I'm going to ruin you, draga mea~". You could feel a rush coming into you, your stomach flipped and you gulped, wide eyed at your mistress. She tilted your head upwards to taste the blood from the cut she made on your neck. You shivered as the tip of her tongue traced downwards, slightly, grazing the curves of your muscles. Her claw sliding into your dress collar until you heard a rip, and the shoulder was cut and falling off your small frame. Your entire shoulder, neck, part of your arm, and half of your bra was exposed to her now.
You let out a small gasp as she traced her fangs down your collar bone, her tongue gliding across your exposed skin, her hands reaching up your dress, long fingers gripping your legs from all sides, and gently caressing your inner thigh with her thumbs. Goosebumps littered your skin as you tilted your head back trying to get some air, right before she stopped everything. Every touch and word, now she just stared at you as you tried to regain control of your breathing. She couldn't help but to laugh a bit at your overestimlated body.
"You think I'd let you get off that easy kitten? Only good girls get to cum" She spoke softly but there was still darkness in her words. You whimpered looking at her. "Please mistress, I'll be good. I promise" You immediately bit the inside of your lip, before you said anything else. You're supposed to be pissed and so is she. But she was making it to hard to remember anything besides right now. You didn't even want to look at her, you could already see that confident smirk, looking at you as though she won. You didn't want to give her that power.
You felt so empty, you tried to rub your thighs together ignoring Alcina all together. But that quickly turned into her hand squeezing around the bottom of your jaw, moving your head up to look at her. "You better be good" was all she said before tilting your head to the side, and placing long kisses on the sweet spots of your neck and shoulders, every kiss would progress into her sucking just enough to raise the blood to right below your skin but not enough to bleed, leaving marks all over your body.
Lady held both of your thighs open wide for her, your dress appeared to be ripped in more places than you had originally thought. Your stomach, and underwear were out in the open, and you could see how just one of her hands could wrap around both of your thighs so easily. Her teeth grazing your skin and her thumbs getting dangerously close to your sweet spot. She inhaled into you neck, sliding her hand over your waist, her palm over the top of your pussy, before her thumb began to circle your clit through your wet panties. When she did, it took everything in her not to suck you dry, you on the other hand moaned maybe a little too loudly at the stimulation. She kissed your pulse point, you were sure if you could see yourself, your neck and upper torso would be covered in red lipstick.
"Please- I-.... Please bite me mistress?" You questioned, your words shaky and breathy. Now your head was almost empty, all you could think about is her large beautiful figure pressed against your body, her long slender thumb expertly caressing you. Her chest heaving against yours both of you fighting through the arousal. "P-" you were about to beg when you felt a sudden pain in your neck. You let out a loud gasp, your hands fighting the urge to scratch down her back. As she bit into you she pulled your underwear to the side revealing the needy wet lips, covered in slick below them.
Alcina hummed pulling away from your neck and wiping away some blood. One of her large hands holding your back, to keep you from falling over and with the other she stuck a single finger inside your entrance, you let out a sharp inhale, her fingers were longer than anything you've experienced so far, she twisted it around, circling the walls. She watched your face, your eyes nearly closed staring at her. Cheeks completely red, as you struggled to find your breath. She decided to add another finger painfully slow. As she teased your eyes squinted shut, you attempted to buck into her hand for more pressure, or speed or something. "Good girl" she teased her voice low and sultry.
Alcina had a permanent smirk glued to her face, watching you, the small gasps and moans that left your lips, how you shook in her hands. "Mm does that feel good?Jucaria mea~" She questioned, you attempted to answer but you couldn't speak. When you 'refused' to answer her she took it as an opportunity. So, so painstakingly slow she removed her fingers.
Your eyes fluttered open, your chest violently heaving as you clenched down on nothing. "Ah- no- I-" you blushed, you really, really needed more, the teasing felt so painful, so slow it hurt. "Y-yes Mistress- please... dont stop.. it felt so go-" she cut you off by lifting you, a squeak escaping your mouth. You felt the cold granite counter top beneath you, your thighs were trembling, as your hands reached out to the edge of the counter to hold on.
"mistress- s-stop teasing" you whimpered, she grabbed your thighs and pulled you to the very edge of the counter, standing between your legs. "You're not in charge here, stop telling me what to do" there was the terrifyingly cold, calm in her voice again.
She slowly lowered herself watching your face go timid as hers reached between your legs. She ripped off the rest of your clothes leaving you completely open and vulnerable for her.. She stuck a single finger in and began to thrust very fast. You're stomach ached and your thighs shook. You couldn't help the gasps and moans that left your mouth, until she stopped, the wave that was about to crash, violently fleeting. "Ple- please mistress- please stop teasing me?" you cried out begging her this time instead of telling her.
She noticed the change. "If you don't like teasing then why are you moaning?" she questioned, with a grin playing across her face.. but you couldn't look at her, instead you attempted to control the noises you were making, everything except your breaths that you couldn't control. Which was enough. "Now be a good girl and spread you legs, for your mistress"
Your heart was racing , "Yes mistress" you sighed out almost a whisper, you opened your shaking legs, her hands still tracing their skin. "fata mea bună" she smirked down at you, her eyes admiring your trembling body with a cocky grin on her face.
"You look so beautiful like this, Draga~" she teased before sliding two fingers back inside you, slowly thrusting. Her other hand squeezing at your jaw and pushing your face upwards, slowly closing the gap between your faces, until hers was so, so close.
"If you ever disrespect me again, I'll have your blood for dinner. Do you understand?" in between each word, she thrusted her long fingers into you harshly.
You tried to respond, but you could barely think. Your eyes rolling back, as your sweet spot was hit over and over again. "Y-yes" You were able to stutter out in-between her thrusts, you tried to focus on your mistress, or her words. But you couldn't, strings of half finished words, and moans escaped you. Unabe to control yourself any longer, you wrapped your arms around the woman. Holding onto her for dear life, as she ruined you, just like she promised. You were so close, you clenched around her your moans continually growing louder.
You shut your eyes too embarrassed to look at her "Please ahh, My Lady i- ahh I need to cum. Please let me cum-" you cried out, you were desperately begging her now. She chuckled moving her face closer "Cum for me curva mea" as she spoke her lips grazed yours.. her voice calm and dark. Watching you as you finished for her,, moaning louder than before, you body shook in her hands. It felt so good, your entire body was tingling and as you were allowed to finish, your lips met hers desperately clinging to her.
Much sooner than you had liked she pulled away, removing her fingers, and leaving you empty and cold. Your breaths were still heavy taking a lot of energy to get back to normal. She watched you as you tried to calm yourself, smiling at her work.
She began to collect her things. "Go to your room when you can-" she said moving to leave. "WAIT? Like this? What about everyone else I'll see?" You asked anxiously, she raised her eyebrow at you and ripped down the curtain the maids were supposed to replace and tossed it gently at you. You looked down and nodded.
As you wrapped yourself in the old curtain you watched her grab the bottle of wine you left on the table. You gulped as she motioned you to come over there. Was she going to make you drink it? And if you refused and misbehaved or pissed someone off again, you were surely not going to be given another chance like this. He reluctantly walked over to her and as she walked to the sink you followed. She opened the bottle and tipped it letting it drain out slowly into the pipes. "She was your friend?" She questioned dumping it at a normal speed. "Yes" you said softly.
"Don't make anymore then. This is what happens." She said gently, she did care, in her own weird, and morraly ambiguous way it seemed. He clenched your teeth watching her rinse out the sink.
"Am I going to die too?" You questioned without thinking. She turned to you. "Humans all die, but the dimitrescu's will not be the cause y/n" she said before exiting the kitchen without another word. But you stared at the drain watching it go down, her words playing in your head.
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beginning my bela cosplay ;)
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Donna: Oh, you lost something important? Just go home.
Donna: Oh, you got fired from your job? Just go home.
Donna: Oh, you've got a mental illness that heavily burdens your everyday life and is slowly ripping your sanity to shreds? Just go home!
Alcina: That last one was a little too specific...
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resident evil beauties
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i'll see myself out
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Do you think Alcina’s faith and loyalty towards Miranda was starting to waver before that phone call scene. Like obviously it snaps after the phone when she’s all, “TO HELL WITH THE CEREMONY!” I just always got the vibe that she was beginning to question somethings but was still loyal until the events of the game.
I feel like miranda giving heisenberg the job of disposing of ethan was her tipping point. like her outburst was strong and you could absolutely tell that she was on the cusp of being done with miranda and her bullshit. but I think the moment she realised that she didn't mean anything to miranda was when her daughters died. if miranda hadn't brought rose to the village, lured ethan there, then her children would still be alive. she went into this believing that she was putting miranda's best interest first, but you could definitely tell that she was not 100% into it. which I don't blame her cause like I said, miranda treated them all like shit and only cared about herself and getting her daughter back. if she truly cared about them then she would not have involved them in the events with ethan and risked their lives just so she had more time to get the ceremony together and whatnot.
in conclusion, yes! I do feel like her faith and loyalty to miranda was starting to crumble and I think miranda was sensing that too and that's why she risked the lord's life. because if they're not going to be loyal to her through thick and thin then, in her mind, she has no need for them anymore.
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I made a little self-insert comic about Alcina x Me coffeeshop AU ❤️
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