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theyanderespecialist · 8 months

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Base Yandere Lord Dimitrescu Headcanons (Genderbent Lady Dimitrescu) (Resident Evil Village)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! Welcome back to another chapter! In this chapter it is Lord Daddy Dimitrescu as a yandere, he is the genderbent of Lady Dimitrescu. The Artwork I have for this is on Tumblr, wattpad, youtube, etc. I own it as I commissioned it. I hope you all enjoy this chapter here!]

(Disclaimer: Lord Daddy Dimitrescu is the genderbent version of Lady Dimitrescu, and he is not yandere in canon as her. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters is fine, just do not be gross or illegal about it. Also, rule 63 is if there is a female character on the internet it has a male version and vice versa. Also, Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. NO MATTER HOW MUCH THEY ARE MOMMIES AND DADDIES AND OR HOT LOL)

But let's be honest if Daddy D was yandere for me I would DROP EVERYTHING For this man!

Still, yanderes are not ideal… poo…

(Once Again, Enjoy this!)

-Base Yandere Lord Dimitrescu Headcanons-

.Lord Daddy D (yes that is what I am going to call him in this and you cannot stop me XD) is one of the four lords.

.You are the child of the local tavern owner in the village.

.You were to take Lord Dimitrescu's wine from him to transport out of town, this is how you met the lord.

.Instantly he wanted you, and he would have you.

.You would be a good partner and parent to his daughters.

.He wanted to keep you and he will.

.He now would come down to the tavern very often. Where he would see you working as a waiter at your father's tavern.

.You were a dutiful child and he could not wait to have you. To taste you in more than one way~

.He obviously has an excitement for how large he is compared to you.

.His sheer size, he could use you like a toy on his manhood.

.The idea alone excites him.

.Also he could make love to you standing up lifting you up and down on him.

.Almost wrapping a hand around half of your waist.

. Your size to him is something he likes very much.

.It makes him the more dominant one and is able to make you his easily.

.As a yandere he is very possessive and controlling and demanding.

.You belong to him and you should do as he says when he says it.

.You will be his nice little spouse for him.

.He has a daddy kink

.So he would be fatherly to you and guide you as a caretaker a lot of the time.

.He is also the type of yandere that will love to worship your body over and over making love to you until you pass out.

.To make you feel like you might shatter upon him.

.He is also very rough with you in the bedroom.

.able to make you cry out in delight and come undone upon him.

.He can be also a bit of a jealous yandere.

.He wants to be your one and only.

.If any other man or woman defiled you then they will be killed.

.If you were with anyone else besides him he would punish you.

.You should have none better and been a good future spouse and waited for him. Even though you did not know he would want you.

.Once he does punish you and kills all that have been with you.

.He will claim you, marking you as his and his alone, so no one will ever be able to have a claim on you again.

.He will most likely brand you with his house crest and carve his name into your collarbone.

.So everyone knows that you are his and belong to him and him alone.

.You will be moved to the castle to be his bed warmer and future spouse.

.Only his daughters and him could speak to you.

.If you tried to run the villagers are more than willing to capture you again and to bring you back to him.

.Where you would be punished by him for daring to leave then he will make love with you for days on end until you know your place with your future husband.

.He deals with rivals by torturing them and throwing them into the dungeon.

.You will be a good partner for him, he will make sure of it.

.He confesses to you by having a candlelit dinner.

.It is beyond romantic, if you say yes, you will be expected to marry him in post haste.

.If you say no, well he will threaten your family.

.He was a lord, what would your father do if he tavern was closed.

.If you still say no he will just have your father give him your hand that way you cannot say no.

.In the end you will marry him, it is just better for you if you are willing.

.He will hold your family over your head and you will be forced to marry him.

.To become his spouse and to warm his bed. If possible to carry his seed and give him more children.

.He will not stop until you are his mark his words.

.You belong to house Dimitrescu, you belong to Lord Daddy D.

(Now should there a mini-series of Vampire lord Daddy D >:3

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I hope that you all enjoyed this and stay sexy all of my sexy muffins!]

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marilynthornhilllover · 1 year

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Lady dimitrescu x fem! Maid reader

Name: " I see the way you look at me"

Warning: mommy kink, 18+ content, indecent language, eating out, kissing, NSFW,teasing, fingering, age gap, dominance, overstiumlation.

It's safe to say that you had the fattest crush on your mistress alcina, well lady dimitrescu. You were never allowed to call her by her first name, you weren't even allowed to call her lady dimitrescu. She always made you wear a balck collar with A.D initial on it, owning you.

You were her maid since you were a little kid.

Your father was a rich merchant who did dangerous missions on vampires, werewolves, zombies etc all around the world killing them brutally. One day he accidentally killed one of alcina's fore-sisters. So while your mother was pregnant with you he made a deal to let you serve by her side for all eternity as her maid and "personal helper".

Lady dimitrescu was very evil, lets say. Not precisely though. She had to feed. She was a vampire, every vampire needs blood. But sometimes you'd watch as she slather innocent people well, men really, only men. And suck them dry. As a kid at the time you were scared of her, always obeyed her. Lady dimitrescu was a monster and so were her 3 weird daughters. Let's not go into their life..... let's just say their worst than their mother.

Lady dimitrescu was old enough to be your mother around her early to mid forties. She was 6 feet but she loves to were heels that would carry it up to 6'3. She towered over you like a building. She always smelled good. Always looked good. She would go around the house just walking around.

Sometimes she'd watch you clean, as she leaned against the wall of the kitchen you could feel her eyes piering at you. You were cleaning the top to the kitchen cupboards, but you couldn't reach. it was so high, obviously a giant lived here. You were really struggling. "Need help my sweet dove?" A low but stern voice asked. You knew to well who is was. "Yes please mistress" you replied softly.

You heard her heavy foot steps as she walks towards you, her heels clinging on the floorboards as she do so. She placed both her hands on either side of your waist and guided you up a few more inches. You quickly grabbed the stuff and she placed you back down. You turned around to face her not looking up. You didn't dare look at her. It was against the rules. Well so you were told.

Her hands never left your hips. Owning their place there. You were getting hot. Your knees began to give out. You were sure she could see the big red spots on your face. "Why don't you look at me darling" she said lifting your chin a little. She looked down on you like you were her prey, eyes filled with lust and desire. "Your so precious, and precious things needs to be treated with care don't you think?" She asked staring down at you.

The height difference alone took you out. You began to feel this pool between your legs driping from your core. You nodded like a dumb fool, at this she chuckled as she brings her hand up to your face to caress your cheeks. "Use your words baby, mommy wants to hear them" God you loved her voice. So soft but demanding. When lady dimitrescu gives an order she expects it done. " y-yes please mistress" you said but it was so low, almost like a whisper.

She chuckled, she knew the effect she has on you. She lifted you up and placed you on the counter. You were breathing heavy. She made shivers run down your spine and she felt it. Her body was very close to yours. You opened yous legs so that she could stand between them. With your legs on either side of her your maid dress was carried up a little. Now your thighs were exposed. Her fingers creeped up them with ease. Your head dropped back as you let out a whine, bucking your hips closer to her.

She had the largest smirk on her face. She loved seeing you so needy for her. She pulled your head back using your hair giving her more access to your neck. Her long snake tongue flicked across you neck, causing a sweet moan to break lose from you. Lady dimitrescu wanted you to make more of those sounds under her touch. She chuckled as she felt your legs shake beside her.

She hovered over your ear causing her hot breath to tickle you. "I can't wait to destroy you little one " she whispers before withdrawing her self from you. She smirks as she walks away. Her hips swaying with every move. You caught your breath and went back to work.

You couldn't focus, but you had to because you had to clean the house for Cassandra's birthday. One of alcinas daughters, in fact the middle born. She was your favorite of them all. The party planers were soon to arrive, and you needed to get ready before then.

You quickly finished up and went to your room. You didn't know what to wear. While you were dashing clothes out of your closet, you realized that a black box was sitting on your bed with a red ribbon,along with a little note card. You picked up the card and opened it and began to read.

"Bought this for you little pet, do wear it as it is. It's a little inappropriate but mommy would love to see her pet in it"

You immediately undid the ribbon and opened the box. The dress was beautiful. It was a red dress with an open back style, with slits at the sides to give your legs room to show. After doing your makeup and hair you put on your dress and matched it with some clear heels.

The party had just started when you out . There was alot of people that would attend the dimitrescu family parties every year. werewolves, vampires, ghouls, zombies, etc. You were very scared of them when you were younger, but lady dimitrescu always protected you from their little tricks.

During the party alcina couldn't take her eyes off you, not even to pay attention to her daughter Cassandra. She made it very difficult for you to focus on anything. She'd gave you theses dirty looks. Her eyes would fill with lust and desire everytime they were casted upon yours. She made you feel things, and she knew it. You felt like you couldn't breath. Her staring become so intense that you had to leave and go to your room.

While in there you tried to clam down and steady your breathing. Soon you heard a knock on the door, you knew fully well who it was. Opening the door alcina steped through the door frame. Yellow crystal eyes stared down at you through long thick lashes. You Back away til you were pressed up against a wall. "Such a pretty girl" she cooes as she caresses your cheeks.

You began to breath fast. You knees began to quiver and shake beneath you. Alcina knew the effect she had on you, so you didn't find it surprising when she placed her hand on your waist and the other in your hair. She pulled back your hair and began kissing your neck, her snake tongue, god that tongue could work miracles. The She way it flicked across your neck, god to have it flick across your pussy.

Your were still breathing heavy. She chuckled as she smiled on your sensitive skin causing you to shiver. "Did I take your breath away darling?" She said as she pulled away with a line of sliva following. You whimpered at the sensation. "Please mommy" you whined, grinding your body on hers " what is it baby, tell mommy what you want most" she whispered her hot breath tingling your ear. " I want you to fuck me, please I'd really like that" you spoke.

She smirked as she looked down on you like her prey that you were."be careful what you wish for darling" she cooed. "Take off your clothes " she demand. You quickly obeyed your mistress and did as you were told. Her eyes raked up your body like it was food.

She walked up to you and met her lips with yours. Demanding entrance with her tongue, you quickly granted her permission. Her tongue swooped into your mouth filling you with pure ecstasy. She quickly dominated you, owning you. Every single inch.

It was the best kiss you have in your entire life. She pushed you away from her gently licking her lips. "Get on your knees" she said. You did as you were told and she laughed at your obedience. "Good girl, so quick to please mommy. Now it's time for mommy to do the same for you" she said walking towards the bed.

She laid on the bed and tapped the space next to her. You got up off the ground and went up to sit on the bed beside her. "Now sit on my face" she said. Your eyes widen. She noticed your hesitation, smirking at you. "Did I stutter little dove?" She asked her tone of voice being colder than earlier, an early sign of her rage building. You'd hate to get her mad like how Ethan would get her mad, so you obeyed.

You lowed your face over hers. She grabbed your hips and plunged you down on her. As soon as your cunt met her wet sloppy tongue your collapsed onto stomach, turning the position into a 69. Her tongue gently worked over your clit, hovering over it lightly flicking her tongue over your sensitive bud. She gently started sucking and pulling on your bud. Your eyes rolled to the back on your head as sweet moans left your mouth.

Alcina moaned against your cunt as she tasted your sweet juices. She worked her tongue up and down your folds and she plunged her long tongue into you. You cried out. It felt so good. The way she would flick her tongue up and down as she sucked sucked. She was driving you crazy. You soon began to feel a knot in your stomach.

Your legs began to shake. Taking advantage of your soon to come orgasm she pushed 2 fingers into you, curling them instantly as she fucked you endless both with her tongue and fingers.

"Mommy" you cried out whimpering.

" Yes baby?" she spoke sending vibrations across your pussy. She held your legs open with her free hand.

" f- fuck mommy please" you cried out as you felt your orgasm nearing closer and closer every thurst of her fingers and flick of her tongue.

" Yes baby i know, ready to cum?" She asked going faster with her tongue and deeper with her fingers.

"God your so warm and tight. Go on Cum for me baby" she said. and so you did. She kept fucking you ruthlessly like an animal. You couldn't take it. The overstiumlation was too much.

" oh God mommy please I can't" you cried tears falling from your face.

" Yes you can babe make mommy proud" she cooed. Soon you cumed again making a mess of her fingers. She removed her fingers licking your juices off her fingers. She cleaned you up.

" aren't you mommy's good girl, and her good little fuck toy aren't you" you nodded as she chuckled. She fixed her clothes and so did you, you both went back out and went different ways.

The rest of the night your legs wouldn't stop shaking, and alcina noticed chuckling to her self. She ruined you and now you were hers.

And only hers to ruin.......

#lady dimitrescu #fypシ゚viral #fanfic #resident evil #alcina demitriscu #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescuxreader #smut

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aithorin · 6 months

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oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you - Lady Dimitrescu x Reader - Part 1 (Eventual 18+)

Synopsis: As Lady Dimitrescu’s loyal personal maid, you have watched for years as others have come and gone from your Mistress’ bed, desperately wishing you could take their place. Yet despite your deep love for Lady Dimitrescu, she has never once looked at you that way. Years of repressed pain reach their breaking point when you accidentally walk in on one of your mistress’ trysts, for it is then that you finally accept that she will never truly see you. You confront her in hopes of stepping down as her personal maid but soon discover that Lady Dimitrescu won’t so easily let you go.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49435549/chapters/124759192

A/N: Part 1 of 3. Part 2 and Part 3 are here.

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She is always particularly stunning at times like these, in the moments before bed when it is just the two of you. Bathed in the dim light of a dying fire, the warm tones of the flames dance across her pale skin, rendering her with an ethereal delicacy akin to the airy paint strokes of Degas himself. Alone in her room and away from prying eyes, she lowers the walls she keeps built so high, softening her features in a way very few get to see. Here, she is simply Alcina, not Lady Dimitrescu, feared matriarch of House Dimitrescu, and you’ve never found her more beautiful.

Slipping out the final pin binding her meticulous updo together, the last of Lady Dimitrescu’s soft curls cascade down to join the other locks resting freely just below her shoulders. Though no longer forced into place, the wisps of hair still frame her face well, seeming to intuitively adhere to the inherent elegance that surrounds her. It’s a sight you’ll never tire of seeing. Hands reaching out, you fluff her hair, fingertips lingering in an attempt to prolong your time together. They ghost along the nape of her neck, pushing the bounds of propriety, and you savor every stolen touch, no matter how brief they may be. It is, after all, the closest you’ll ever be to her, and well, beggars can’t be choosers.

Swallowing around the yearning that threatens to consume you, the thought that you’d give anything to remain frozen like this briefly crosses your mind. You don’t want the night to end. Here, in the safety of these walls, you’re able to pretend that she’s yours. You brush her hair, not as a servant carrying out the command of her master, but as a lover displaying her affection. You don’t want to let go, for when you do, the illusion will shatter and take any hope of true happiness with it.

The rules of decorum call for otherwise, however. And so, with great effort, you pull your hands back to your side and step down from your place behind her, head bowing slightly as you await further orders. Seated at her vanity, Lady Dimitrescu barely spares you a second glance as her hands reach up to fill your place. “That will be all. You’re dismissed.” She says.

Straight to the point, just like always. You should have been used to it by now, the coldness with which she spoke to you. And maybe you would have been, if you didn’t know that she was capable of warmth. But you’d seen the way she doted on the maidens that caught her eye, how she spoiled them. Those lucky few were blessed with the privilege of bathing in the inferno of her passion while you barely managed to grasp onto the dying embers. And the scraps that you could get, well, they did little to fill the ever-growing hole in your heart that her indifference fostered. Despite the unceasing pain it brought though, you were certain you’d never stop chasing her affection.

But you are a servant first and a pining fool second, so nodding stiffly, you turn and murmur, “Yes, Mistress.”

With a quick curtsy that you’re sure she doesn’t even see, you spin on your heel and begin to make your way towards the door. The facade drops, having no reason left to hide. Unbidden tears spring in your eyes as the hurt that squeezes your fragile, battered heart begins to crawl up your throat, threatening to choke you with its immensity. The slow, steady pace of your steps gradually increase, becoming erratic as emotion threatens to overwhelm you. By the time you reach the doors, you’re all but running, desperate to escape the suffocating weight of the room.

Your hands hurriedly reach out to grasp the handles, and you yank the doors open only to stop short as you come face to face with another servant. Her own hand hangs in the hair, poised to knock. Momentary surprise flashes across her face, her eyes widening as her lips round into a perfect little o, but she quickly regains her composure. She straightens, attempting to appear confident; however, her clasped, fidgeting hands betray her.

Hesitantly, she raises her eyes to meet yours. She says, “Lady Dimitrescu asked to see me.”

It comes out like a question rather than a statement, but her words nevertheless hit you like a smack to the face. You thought you recognized her, and this is why. She’s the lady’s newest flavor of the month. Day in and day out, they waltz in, having a brief but passionate tryst with the lady. They never last long, barely half a month, and the maidens are often never seen again. Yet the disappearances do nothing to diminish your longing to be chosen. You never are though. In the three years you’ve been at the castle, Lady Dimitrescu has never once looked in your direction, and you doubt she ever will.

As you stand there, staring at the girl who withers beneath your prolonged silence, jealousy rears its ugly head. It crackles down your spine, snarling like a caged beast and urges you to devour the girl before you. Yet it quickly vanishes as rational thought returns, leaving nothing but bleak melancholy in its place. It wasn’t her fault that you were so inadequate. It wasn’t her fault that she’d piqued the lady’s interest, and you hadn’t. She simply suited your mistress’ taste, and you…did not. It was time you accepted that, no matter how much it hurt.

Deflated, you step aside while gesturing for her to come in, and she cautiously does so. She tiptoes past you, obviously still intimidated. You are soon forgotten though. Upon leaving your immediate vicinity, her nerves seem to melt away, for she practically skips over to Lady Dimitrescu.

Remaining rooted to your spot, dread pools in your stomach. You should leave. You need to leave. After all, there is only so much you can take in a single evening. The thought of being forced to bear their affectionate interactions makes you sick.

It takes you a second too long to muster up the courage. The maiden’s voice floats into the air, all lilting tones and cherubic innocence. “You called for me, my lady?”

The change in Lady Dimitrescu is instantaneous. Though you cannot see her, you can hear her: the way her clothes rustle as she stands, the scrape of the chair against the floor, the delight in her voice as she exclaims, “Imogen dear! You’re just in time.” You imagine that the dazzling smile you’d only ever seen directed towards others sits plastered on her face as she stretches out her arms and leans down to embrace her newest lover. The thought of it being true torments you.

The drastic shift pierces you like a dagger to the heart. Stiffening, you keep yourself from turning around, unwilling to subject yourself to the misery of seeing your Mistress happy with someone who isn’t you, and quickly hurry out of the room. This time, the tears do fall as you all but sprint back to your chambers, where you remain for the rest of the night agonizing over why it was never you.

Unbeknownst to you though, Lady Dimitrescu’s eyes stray to your retreating form as she holds her visitor, intense longing all of her own lingering in their depths.

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best-female-villain-tournament · 4 months

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best female villain tournament!

SEASON 2

RULES:

- Only submit the same character once

- Multiple submissions with different characters are fine!

- Matchups will be posted as soon as I have enough submissions and will include the most submitted characters

-Resubmissions are fine as long as they weren’t on the tourney last time

- Please be as detailed as possible

I had issues on my end with some technicalities and media’s. eg a lot of characters from the hatchetfield musicals by team starkid were just submitted as hatchetfield which made it harder to search for them to identify them and get pictures etc. If those and similar fandoms could be submitted with what musical etc they’re from that would be great :)

Those who sent submissions through my askbox will be getting submitted by me unless it was off anon(because you’ll be getting a notification)

Cool people/awareness tags:

@tournament-announcer @bisexual-protagonist-competiton @the-ballerina-battle @the-great-british-blorbo-off @pinkhairswagtourney @childhoodfriendstoloversshowdown @most-tragic-character-tournament

characters in the last poll(please do not submit):

Makima(Chainsaw Man)

Dahlia Hawthorne(Ace Attorney)

The Handler(The Umbrella Academy)

Margaret Slitheen(Doctor Who)

Linda Monroe(Hatchetfield)

Miyo Takano(Higurashi When They Cry)

Diane Makepeace(Layton Brothers: Mystery Room)

Marisa Coulter(His Dark Materials)

Vespera(Keeper of the Lost Cities)

Master Cyclonis(Storm Hawks)

Exellinor the Witch(How To Train Your Dragon(books))

Lady Felmet(Discworld(Wyrd sisters))

Magica De Spell(Ducktales)

Twyla Sophio(Cemetery Mary)

Liliana(Oxventure)

Marie Campbell(Killer Frequency)

Jezaille Brett/Asa Shinn(Ace Attorney)

White Diamond(Steven Universe)

Medusa(Kid Icarus)

Bryce Tankthrust(Brandon Rogers/Bryce Tankthrust, CEO)

Beatrice(Umineko When They Cry)

Shiela young(Hatchetfield)

Odalia Blight(The Owl House)

Cora Mills(Once Upon a Time)

Alcina Dimitrescu(Resident Evil)

GLaDOS(Portal)

Eris(Sinbad)

Beroba(Kamen Rider Geats)

Poison Ivy(DC)

Harumi(Ninjago)

Lusamine(Pokemon)

Arlecchino(Genshin Impact)

Dr Olivia Octavius(Spiderman: Into The Spider-verse)

The Other Mother(Coraline)

Granny Rags(Dishonoured)

Larxene(Kingdom Hearts)

Morgana Pendragon(BBC Merlin)

Barbara Burgess(The Goes Wrong Show (90 Degrees))

Cinder Fall(RWBY)

Lanfear/Selene(Wheel of Time)

Azula(Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Queen Chrysalis(My Little Pony)

Mother Gothel(Tangled)

Cruella de Vil(101 Dalmations)

Missy(Doctor Who)

Nightmare Moon(My Little Pony)

Himiko Toga(My Hero Academia)

Maleficent(Sleeping Beauty)

The Iron Queen(Sonic the Hedgehog)

Lust(Fullmetal Alchemist)

Shego(Kim Possible)

Queen Beryl(Sailor Moon)

Medusa Gorgon(Soul Eater)

The Enchantress(Shovel Knight)

Delilah Briarwood(Critical Role: The Legend of Vox Machina)

Delilah Copperspoon(Dishonored)

Kaia(Motorcity)

Lady Gisela Sencen(Keeper of the Lost Cities)

Evelyn Deavor(the Incredibles)

Yzma(Emperors New Groove)

Madalena(Galavant)

Ragyo Kiryuin(Kill la Kill)

The Prince(Bullet Train)

Queen Cersei Lannister(Game of Thrones)

#i started watching the starkid musicals so they’re being used as examples #just assume you’re talking to someone who doesn’t know anything #announcements #season 2 #best-female-villain-tournament #submissions

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horror-lady-tournament · 1 year

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Hello everyone, welcome to the Horror Lady Tournament: Video Game edition

In the previous tournament, multiple fucked up horror movie women faced off to see who was the best, and Carrie White won! (so she will just kinda. Remain the icon.) However, I was willing to do this again but with video games this time.

The roster is full now, but here were the rules for submissions!

Only characters that originate in a video game, please.

Only one character per game/franchise, sorry DBD girlies

They have to be at least a little morally wrong. Fran Bow is basically the moral ground line and it’s mostly because someone submitted her for the horror movie one so I was kinda pressured to include her even though she’s a stretch

No Poopy Pisstime or Painbow Fiends. I will accept Garten of Banban and I don’t really wanna explain why that’s ok but the others aren’t it’s a little complicated

Anyways, the starting 16 characters are…

Lady Dimitrescu, from Resident Evil

Fran Bow

The Nurses from Silent Hill

Charlie/The Marionette, from Five Nights At Freddy’s

Spooky, from Spooky’s Jumpscare Mansion

The Huntress, from Dead By Daylight

Mama, from Tattletail

Six, from Little Nightmares

HER, from IMSCARED

Uboa, from Yume Nikki

The Little Sisters from Bioshock

Amy, from FAITH The Unholy Trilogy

The Queen, from OFF

Karin, from Cooking Companions

Junko Enoshima, from Danganronpa

And Monika, from Doki Doki Literature Club!

And the characters submitted by viewers like you are…

Aya Drevis, from Mad Father

Misao Furukawa, from Misao

Beatrice Ushiromiya, from Umineko

Mary, from IB

Alice Liddel, from American McGee’s Alice

Patient 07/the Jammies Ghost, from phasmophobia

Sue Miley, from Your Turn to Die

Grimora, from Incryption

Lisa, from PT

The Sculptor, from Identity V

Daniella, from Hunting Ground

Venna, from Crowscare

Ellen, from The Witch’s House

Amanda the Adventurer/Rebecca Colton

Alice Angel, from Bendy and the Ink Machine

The Reaper Nurses, from Dark Deception

I hope you all have fun!

…And thank you all, for giving me a chance to compete!

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iri-2 · 23 days

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I Love You Like That

Rating: Not Rated Category: F/F Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Relationships: Mother Miranda/Reader Characters: Mother Miranda, Alcina Dimitresu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Angie, Eva

Miranda's dishes remain delicious as always, making you set aside the exorbitant prices demanded by the merchant who calls himself the Duke. Unlike other villagers, he doesn't fear Miranda's presence; he only cares about whether he's making enough lei. When he sees you beside Miranda, there seems to be something meaningful in his money-grubbing smile. You swear he continued to watch you both with amusement as you left.

This village is truly peculiar.

After lunch, Miranda quickly locks herself up in the laboratory. You have noticed this a long time ago. When she first joined The Connections, every time she finished lunch, she was always the first to return to the laboratory. You simply thought she was passionate about the research. But this time, her pace as she walks into the laboratory is not as steady as before. There is a hint of unease mixed in, as if she is running away from something. Is that you make her feel uncomfortable?

Miranda hides in her laboratory. Her frequent interactions with you have left her enthralled. As she sits at the dining table, once again gazing at you, the icy woman within her suddenly awakens, telling her to stay away from you. Her feelings for you would only interfere with her achieving her goal. She should rule over this village with authority, not allowing outsiders in or villagers out, just like her inner self. Many things that have happened recently are unfamiliar to her, yet they bring back the Miranda from over a hundred years ago, a time when she was mortal yet content. She knows that without Eva, she will never truly experience complete happiness, but when you speak to her softly, when you gaze at her eagerly, when you touch her gently, even the coldest ice can melt. This sensation unsettles the Mother Miranda, prompting her to avoid you. She doesn't allow it, she prohibits it.

You walk quietly down the road, contemplating your relationship with Miranda. Despite her refusal, she still considers you her friend. Well, friend is an appropriate term, isn't it?

Although you can't shake off the feeling that your presence is something strange for this village, you're not confined by that feeling and decide to interact with the villagers, maybe they'll get used to your presence. You simply hope so. But things run counter to your wish, as you pass by the houses, you are like a repulsive magnetic pole, the villagers within a few meters stiffen their movements, which is hard to ignore.

It's like an invisible hand pressing the mute button. Until someone breaks the silence.

As you pass by the statue in the center of the village, a girl peeks out from between the iron gates and gently calls out to you. "Miss, are you from the outside?" she asks in a hushed voice.

"Yes?" you nod.

"How are you still able to be out on the streets?" the girl asks anxiously.

"Sorry, what?" you ask, bewildered.

"Mother Miranda should have sacrificed you, if the rumors I heard are true. And I saw her buying a lot of things from the Duke, preparing for it." Her voice lowers even more.

"Mother Miranda? You mean my Miranda, no, I mean my colleague Miranda?" You blurt out something embarrassing.

The girl doesn't realize your little mistake, she glances outside quickly, making sure there's no one else, then pulls you inside. "Some say it's not auspicious for Mother Miranda to bring outsiders into the village, someone must've offended the Black God here. You must be a sacrifice to it." The girl says nervously.

Your brain is filled with confusion. "Wait, I don't understand. First, you also call Miranda 'Mother'? As they address it in the cloister? Second, who's this 'Black God' and why am I a sacrifice? I was brought here just for vacation," you feel like you're in some kind of cult story and decide to make a joke, and you emphasize the word "brought".

"You don't know? She's our priestess, she preaches to us, blesses our lives," the girl looks at you incredulously.

"Am I dreaming, or am I having some hallucination? If I remember correctly, Miranda is a scientist, who came to my organization for research." The girl's expression is extremely serious, no hint of joking, and you start to feel uncertain about what to say next, "She did bring me here in some unusual way. But what you're talking about, being a priestess or something, she never told me about it."

"Everything that was offered as a sacrifice never appeared again after entering the fields, but you come out of there unharmed," the girl's face holds a bit of hope. But hope for what? "I heard there are traces of lycans at the village border, it's her defense for the village, but it's also trapped us inside... If you can walk around freely, maybe we can..."

The gate behind you creaks open, and an old man with a shotgun slung over his shoulder steps in. "Elena! What are you doing?" then he looks at you, angry and sort of scared, "The outsider? Did you bring her into our yard? What if anyone else or Mother Miranda sees what you’ve done..."

"But father, she might be the hope we..." Elena is immediately cut off by her father's stern voice, "Go back to your room." Elena looks at you, her lips trembling, then turns and runs into the house. Her father stares at you, his hand gripping the shotgun strap tighter, poised as if to raise the barrel any second, "Outsider, you're not welcome here. Leave."

"I... I'll leave right away, just calm down." You almost make a gesture of surrender and leave their yard, closing the gate behind you.

It's not normal if you don't feel a wave of anger. You did nothing wrong. You shouldn't be treated like this. Miranda clearly still hides a lot from you. What did that girl Elena mean by her words?

"What did she tell you?" Miranda looks out the window. She has her back to you, hands gripping the window sill.

You recount Elena's words to her in detail. The air around Miranda suddenly chills, and you don't know why she looks taller. Instead of defending herself, she asks you, "Do you believe those nonsensical words?"

Do you?

"Do you believe I brought you here as a sacrifice to the Black God?" she questions again.

"She said they've always been isolated, and from what I saw, it seems to be true. Perhaps that's the only explanation for why this village seems so peculiar." Did you respond directly?

Her knuckles turn white. "I haven't told you the truth. Originally I have a better way to tell you this, but it seems impossible now."

"Better than your fluctuating attitude. Listen, Miranda, I don't know why you were still willing to bring me to your hometown, and tell me about Eva after rejecting me, maybe because we seem to be good colleagues and friends. " When you mention "friends", Miranda's body seems to shrink abruptly. You walk towards her, hand attempting to touch her shoulder.

"You know, I've been preventing some irreversible things from happening all along." She thinks about how you have unwittingly stepped into her shattered, insane life and found yourself sinking deeper into this bottomless quagmire.

"I don't care who you are, I just hope you'll reveal your true self to me."

"As you wish." You see the fabric behind her cardigan tear, and black feathers protrude from the cracks, covering her beige cloth in an instant.

"Miranda..." Your hand freeze in mid-air. "This is the truth." Miranda's voice carries a steel-like coldness. " Yes, I am the priestess of this village, I am their Mother Miranda."

"The portraits I saw in some places, the goddess with black wings..." Images of the the details you once skimmed over in the village flash in your mind. That is Miranda...

Her figure almost blends into the dark night outside, only the faint lights in the room outline her, letting you know she is still there. But her words want to push you far away, "I’ve controlled the village for a long time. Those who resisted me were dealt with by myself. They were all nothing but my lab subjects, only useful for sacrificing themselves for my Eva." You can hear her gritting her teeth. "You’ve seen Moreau and Heisenberg, they were all subjects I once wanted to use as vessels for my Eva, along with Dimitrescu and Beneviento. I bestowed various abilities upon them, making them my assistants, and appointed them as the Four Lords to help me manage this village. And I joined The Connections just to find a way to resurrect my daughter. I don't expect ANYTHING unnecessary to happen." Her voice intentionally becomes cruel, coming from behind the dark feathers.

"So, you're saying I'm a burden to you." Your voice decreases, but you don't think it is due to the revelation that this woman is kind of the ruler of this place.

"You ARE my burden!" Miranda sounds fierce, her words are like sharp spikes, ready to shoot from the jet black feather clothes at any moment. "And I'm going to deal with it."

Her harsh words are her thorny shield, a way to protect her love for Eva, her only love. No one can understand her feeling of spending a lifetime trying to retrieve her daughter. She needs to block out her other feelings. She has to become ruthless to control the villagers, she must eliminate other thoughts in order to focus solely on her research. She rarely leaves the village, maintaining her sacred image within this small rural settlement. In her interactions with the outside world, with you, she remains to be high and mighty, making things difficult for you at every turn. In her inner world, there are only she and Eva, and everyone else is a blur. Once she thought you were just one of them. After enduring various forms of intolerable behaviors from her, you still chose to stay in the laboratory, assisting her in research. Miranda won't admit that she enjoys seeing you meticulously conducting experiments, she won't admit that she enjoys your company.

She suddenly turns towards you, her ten wings as black as the night, obscuring everything.

You don't know where you wake up, but it's not Miranda's warm bed. The only thing you can tell from the exquisite wine rack nearby is that it's a wine cellar.

Someone opens the door, and the light that streams in makes you squint. The person's footsteps are silent, as if gliding in. A woman's voice rings out, "Our guest is awake."

"Let me see her!" Another woman enters. As you adjust to the light, you open your eyes to find two women in gothic dresses and hooded cloaks standing before you.

"Who are you? What is this place? And where is Miranda?" You panic.

"Don't be nervous, we won't harm you, I suppose," the woman with dark hair says in a playful tone.

"Cass, isn't this the woman Uncle Karl mentioned, the one who makes Miranda unsettling?" The other woman with red hair seems excited.

"Really? I thought Mother Miranda had maintained her calm priestess demeanor for decades. How do you manage that?" Cass, the dark-haired woman, asks you curiously.

You have no idea what kind of situation you've gotten yourself into. A while ago, you were working in the lab, and now you're trapped in a strange wine cellar, surrounded by two women dressed more archaically than the villagers. What's even more confusing is about her—Miranda. You never doubted her true identity, not even questioning how she brought you to the village. Have you been too deeply immersed in her rejection, lost in her ambivalent behavior? Now everything that's happening requires you to understand and digest. You don't believe she really kidnapped you and offered you to some 'Black God'. You are convinced of Miranda's unusual identity. Oh, how you wish this was an illusion. But deep down, you hope some of her behaviors are real.

"So Miranda dumped me here and left you two to watch over me?" You can only accept the reality temporarily.

"In fact, it's not like that," the redhead says. "Mother said she was entertaining Donna and Angie when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Mother Miranda was standing there, not as calm and collected as when she usually comes for discussions but rather agitated. And she had someone unconscious with her, who seems to be you."

"She never used to bring the heretics herself, you're probably the first one she brought here in her arms," the dark-haired woman chuckles. "And you don’t look like a heretic."

"She didn't even give Mother any instructions. She just pushed you onto Mother and said, 'Alcina, take care of her,' then vanished. That left Mother quite puzzled, so she ended up locking you in the wine cellar as usual." The redhead vividly describes the scene, as if she were there herself.

"How did you manage to make the stone-hearted priestess flustered, outsider?" The dark-haired woman leans in to observe you. You vaguely feel she's not entirely mortal either.

"Cassandra! Daniela! Why are you still here? Mother told you to behave and not run around when we have guests," a blonde woman enters.

"Bela, do you know she's the one who made Mother Miranda so different?" Daniela's big smile still hangs on her face.

"I do. Mother just discussed how to deal with her with Donna. In fact, they were also at a loss." Bela replies.

"Wait, can I say something?" You can't help but speak up, "I know Miranda is your priestess, but from what you just described, she didn't intentionally abandon me here, is that right?" Warmth floods your heart, along with a chuckle, even though they're still shrouded in unpredictable facts.

"That's right. Mother decided to let you stay in our castle until Mother Miranda returns to decide what to do with you," Bela says.

"Um, since this is a castle, can I not stay in the wine cellar? Can I sleep in a fancier place, like the living room floor?"

You are led into the foyer by the sisters. When they levitate, you feel like your eyeballs are about to pop out. "Come on, startled little thing," Daniela tugs at your arm. Sitting on the sofa in the foyer are two ladies. One has a towering figure you've never imagined, dressed in a white silk gown with a wide-brimmed black hat. Bela tells you she's their mother, Lady Dimitriscu. The other lady is in mourning attire, veiled in black, with only her ears and hands exposed. You're informed she's Lady Beneviento, accompanied by a doll named Angie. When you decide not to be surprised by anything today, the doll speaks up."The Bird Lady’s favorite!"

You see Lady Beneviento gesture to quiet Angie down.

"You truly are a miracle. No one has ever elicited such a reaction from Mother Miranda in all the years since she lost her daughter," Lady Dimitriscu speaks as she sizes you up.

"How many years has Eva been gone from her?" you ask sorrowfully, knowing how much Miranda loves her daughter.

"It's been a century. When I first met her, she wasn't as distant as she became in the following decades. Perhaps it was because her hope for Eva's resurrection was greatest at that time. But after countless failures, she became more and more indifferent, sometimes even cruel. Besides accepting volunteers, she would tie the heretics to the operating table and complete her experiment, which was when the rumors of lycans began. For those decades, her life was only about preaching and experimentation, and nothing else could move her." Lady Dimitriscu tells you with grief. "You're the first."

You cannot imagine how much pain Miranda has gone through. The Spanish flu took away her only love, causing her to isolate herself for a hundred years. You finally fully understand her various ambiguous behaviors before. There's something pulling her true self, restraining her, forcing her to suppress her emotions and desires. Who could treat her like this? Only herself.

You get lost in your thoughts for a while until Angie sharply calls your name, which brings you back to reality. You see Lady Beneviento gesturing something to her doll, then Angie speaks with a soothing voice, "Miranda has helped us a lot, and I'm grateful for that. I'm willing to do something for her. But in recent years, she's become increasingly reluctant to appear in public eye, you know, she's almost like Donna now." Angie's voice suddenly becomes sharp at the end of her statement.

"With her help, I have three daughters, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. That's the happiest thing for me. I hope she can find her happiness too, just hoping the process isn't so painful. I'm looking forward to sharing the joy of raising daughters with her." Lady Dimitriscu smiles, but her eyes look bitter at the three girls teasing around Lady Beneviento and Angie, one slightly reserved, one ready to quarrel with Angie and start a chase, and one teasing her sisters.

"In any case, we really enjoy our lives," Lady Dimitriscu concludes. Bela can't stop her sisters and Angie from quickly leaving to play, so she awkwardly sits beside Lady Beneviento, letting go of Cassandra's cloak in her hand. Lady Dimitriscu shares a lot about their experiences with Miranda.

"I didn't know about these things before. I was attracted to her, even confessed my feelings to her, and then she rejected me." You tell them about your laboratory life with Miranda.

"Perhaps you are the new variable in Miranda's experiment," a deep, slightly hoarse voice comes from behind the black veil.

At this moment, the three wind-like women return to the living room, all saying in unison, "Miranda is at the door!" They've watched her hesitating to knock on the door for several minutes.

You realize you have to say something to her now. You really hope Miranda can find her true self. It's something you can do.

You open the door and see her standing there in a subdued manner, her hands twisted together uncomfortably.

"Hey, this doesn't look like you're the village's priestess!" you step forward and gently place your hand on hers. Miranda looks up, surprised to see you opening the door. There's a hint of panic in her blue eyes, "Oh." Then she seems to try to calm herself down. She releases her hand, letting yours slip away naturally. "Aren't you afraid of me?"

You come a bit closer to her, "No." "Even if I tell you my true identity, the things I've done, including abducting you." Miranda tries to bury her unease in the pebbles on the ground. "No, Miranda. You don't need to be flawless," your hands cover her cold cheeks, making her look up, meeting your eyes, "I know I can't completely understand your pain, but you're allowed to have other feelings. You've just kidnapped yourself, thinking your love for little Eva should be everything. But accepting others' feelings for you doesn't change anything, my dear. You're the village's priestess, people should love and respect you, not fear you. The wooden goat would prefer neighbors who play and laugh with it, rather than being lonely in a solemn shrine. It would also want to see the world outside the mountain." You see waves in her eyes. "Allowing yourself to be whole won't stop you from finding Eva. If Eva wakes up and sees her mother is so different from the last time she saw her, will she feel strange and sad?" "I...never thought about these things." She closes her eyes, feeling your thumb brushing away her tears.

"It's okay, Miranda. You can try, so the villagers won't be afraid, and the Four Lords can find their friend Miranda, rather than having a chilling superior-subordinate relationship."

"What about you?" Miranda asks softly.

"Me? I'll do my best to help you achieve your wish, to have Eva by your side again."

"I have a simpler wish." You've hardly ever seen Miranda smile like this. She puts her hand on the nape of your neck, pulling you towards her, planting a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Hey, Miranda." You tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know crows are actually colorful in the eyes of other birds?"

"What?"

"Didn't the Megamycete tell you?" you chuckle, embracing her.

#resident evil 8 #re8 village #resident evil village #mother miranda #re8 #mother miranda x reader #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #angie #fanfic

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fantasy-relax · 3 months

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Inefable plan

Part 2.

Warning: Misscarriage.

Bela Dimitrescu x g!p reader

This is what happen when you don't follow the plan.

"You do all this because you love, right? You are in love with me!"

You should know this would happen, poor Daniela was heartbroken, lonely and needy, she wanted a relationship like her fairytales, of course she will hang on the only good interaction outside of her family, you.

"Lady Daniela, I-I" hope was in her face, her cheeks red smiling shyly "I-I"

You could lie and pretend, Daniela was pretty and both of you have some much in common, you could play along with her fantasy for three years. But it feel so damn wrong and the last thing you wanted was to trick her like that.

"Lady Daniela I'm sorry but I don't love you like that" you could see the moment her heart broke " I think of you as my.."

Dear friend?

No. Not exactly.

"I think I love you as I will had loved my sibling if I could had one"

You birth was one difficult, after you there were other pregnancies that never passed the second month, the relationship between your parents sour more for that. Your father wanted to keep trying for the perfect child and your mother was tired and hurt.

You don't remember if they even sleep in the room after the third try, you do remember the screaming of that night when your mother's dress was stained with blood and her face with tears.

Your mom was good company but sometimes more than you will ever admit to her you wished you have a sister or a brother to play, to fight, to care for, to be little less lonely but you knew better than ask.

In your time together in the library you see her not as the delusional, childish aggressive third daughter but as Daniela a playful, creative and adorable girl. That loved her family like you loved yours.

They were killers, they were mutants but they were family.

You glance at the clock in the wall you have other duties to attend.

"Can we talk more when Friday comes? I need to go lady Daniela I have more work to"

She let you go easily, at least she wasn't sad actually she seemed more thoughtful than anything.

Working around you try to make sense of your feelings and actions to towards the dimitrescu house.

Did they ripped other families apart? Yes, but the contract was clear, there wasn't fine letter everything was in the open:

The ladies of the house will carry any punishment that they think adequate in case of any broken rule.

While the punishment is dependent of the affected rule could be any of the following:

-Withholding food or payment.

-Whipping.

-Dismemberment

-Torture

-Death

There is no misunderstanding, obey the rules, work hard and everything is fine.

Now that you are thinking the rules more broken were five particularly:

-Be respectful to the ladies.

-Don't steal.

-Not slacking.

-Not enter into the forbidden sections.

-The windows must be always closed.

Calling the ladies monsters, bitches, freaks was something common between maids. The stupid ones that do it in the open end punished. This is fair.

The castle is full of luxury, even the maid quarters are better state than any of the houses in the village. Because this some try to smuggle some paintings, jewelry or anything of value to sell outside. They are punished when they're found out. This is fair.

The castle had a lot of rooms, almost every one of them were big. This was one of the reasons for what lady dimitrescu needed a lot of (wo)manpower. But some maids will leave their responsibilities to the others that will have to work harder to complete the assigned tasks. They were deal with by the other maids or given to the ladies. This was fair.

There were rooms that only the head maid or certain maids were permitted to be. Others were completely banned from entering. Woman in search of things to sell will enter just to be killed by the ladies or whatever is in the other side. This was fair.

Most of the windows were barricaded. You had to admit that rule was weird, yes it was cold but it was only for a few months in winter and some stray days in the year. But if lady dimitrescu wanted every window closed then every window must be closed is her damn castle after all. This was fair.

Woman signs the contract, woman broke the rules accorded in the contract woman is punished according to the contract. This was fair.

People keep coming knowing that death was hiding in the corner. Out of necessity, out of greed, out of freedom. By choice.

Now the question is: Why only few were capable of surviving the three years?

The head maid was one older woman, the head cook and her helpers too, the Carpenter, the stable manager, the blacksmith. They had been here for a long time, longer than three years.

Curiosity was always your best asset.

And your doom...

Well, you will just ask them the questions that you need and that will be all.

Yes, a good plan.

#resident evil village #daniela dimitrescu #My work

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delightfulcrasher · 2 years

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What would reaction be Yandere! Lord Dimitrescu discovering the reader is pregnant with his son or daughter? And what will happen if the other leaders find out?

Yandere! Lord Dimitrescu with a pregnant reader:

(TW: Yandere, possessiveness, pregnancy, control)

Try as they might, there was no way to hide the secret from the Lord. He always has this way of finding information. He would have found out, eventually.

Why would they withhold such valuable information from him, dear? Was it something they didn’t want him to know about? Were they shy? Did the prospect of becoming a parent scare them? Hush, now, darling. He will take care of everything.

He would become more touchy. There wouldn’t be a moment where the reader doesn’t feel one of his larger hands gripping into their shoulder. He’ll either keep his hands on their shoulder or their stomach. The shoulder so he can easily keep them in place, the stomach so he can feel their child inside them. His hands almost entirely covers his spouses belly.

This goes hand in hand with his increased possessiveness

The safety of the child is another thing he can hold over them. They wouldn’t want any complications to happen during the pregnancy, do they? So just sit still and do as you’re told, and he can ensure the best hospitality for them. Pregnancy is already uncomfortable enough, but now they have to account for an overly love-stuck Lord looming over them.

The Lord expects them to follow his every rule. They would only eat when he tells them to, rest when he deems fit, walk, dress, and act as he directs. He has three sons of his own, he knows what has to be done to ensure the best outcome. Father knows best.

The Lord wouldn’t be one to run his mouth about the child, but the other Lords would find out eventually.

Mirus is interested in the little experiment child. Oh, who is he kidding, he couldn’t hide his interest if he tried. This is something new, something he had never thought of before. One of his experiments infecting a specimen by the means of reproduction, the end result would be a marvel, that’s for sure. Needless to say Mirus has a sudden new interest in Dimitrescu’s s/o. Albin wouldn’t mind too much, he respects Mirus, he trusts him. But if he see’s you spending more time with him then necessary, his jealousy would spike.

Moureu is worried. Not for the the reader haha no way she couldn’t care less about them. She is worried for her own standing with Father Mirus. Seeing that Mirus has taken a new interest in them, means it’s going to be even harder for her to gain his affection. Having an accessible clinic in her land, the reader might spend some of their time there for routine check ups (When they’re not already held up in Mirus’s lab or Albin’s castle). Sal helps with the reader, although begrudgingly.

Don is excited. Hearing that one of the lords was expecting an heir was the best news he’s heard all day! He’s lonely, sitting in his house all alone surrounded by dolls, so this new addition sparks a new interest. Angus would be used as a training dummy for the reader, making sure they handle their role properly. Don doesn’t want anything bad to happen to the child, and will do his best to ensure they grow up unphased by their strange surroundings.

Karla feels sorry for them. If the reader had a chance of escaping before, now it would be near impossible. She’s honestly the only one who would sympathise with the reader in this trying time. She’s not as far gone as the others, she still has a semblance of humanity within her, she knows how fucked this situation is. She would try to offer some comfort and support to Albin’s s/o, but her visits are few and far between. Dimitrescu doesn’t want her anywhere near his precious partner, or their child, for the matter.

#mod answers #lord dimitrescu #lord dimitrescu x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #re8 headcanons #I hope I answered your ask #goodness this took some time I'm really sorry for the wait!#but uhh baseline is the Lord would be over the moon to have a physical symbol of your love #and the other lords eyes are on the reader now hope they like attention

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caitlynmeow · 1 month

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If you want to get the murderer in Donna to pop out, all you have to do is mention pineapple on pizza, and you'll meet a whole different individual.

#sorry i don't make the rules #house dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #donna beneviento #resident evil village #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #bela dimitrescu #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #headcanon

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musesofhororr · 6 months

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" I'm scared to close my eyes, I'm scared to open them. "

Many spooky/horror muses.

All muses & the mun are of age.

21 +

Starter Call !

Affiliated With ; @maskedspector @will-iam-graham @vulpineobedience @illustrious-beauty @frederickchill

Rules & Muses below ;

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Rules ;

please do NOT rush me with replies as most of y'all know i have MANY accounts xD

2. all muses are 21+

3. because this is a horror/spooky rp blog there will be gore, sexual themes and other things that will be 18 + themes.

4. Yes i do write smut but I WILL NOT WRITE WITH ANYONE UNDER AGE!

5. Whenever you send in a meme please say who it's for, for i will have many muses on here. if you don't i will assume that you are leaving it up to me.

6. i am open to shipping with anyone, for i am a shipping ho. xD but please DO NOT force a ship on me.

7. we are all here because we love to write so please DO NOT cause any drama. i am well passed that age in my life && i'm not about it. xD

8. i am OC friendly! So please message me whenever! <3

9. have fun! any questions please message me !

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The muses;

AHS ; Lana Winters FC ; Sarah Paulson, Mary Eunice FC ; Lily Rabe, Cordelia Goode FC ; Sarah Paulson, Misty Day FC ; Lily Rabe

Bates Motel ; Norma Bates FC ; Vera Farmiga

Bram Stoker's Dracula ; Mina Harker FC ; Winona Ryder

Charmed ; Prue Halliwell FC ; Shannen Doherty

Dracula { 2013 } ; Dracula FC ; Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Lucy Westenra FC ; Katie McGrath, Lady Jayne Wetherby FC ; Victoria Smurfit

Doctor Who ; River Song FC ; Alex Kingston, 11th Doctor FC ; Matt Smith, 16th Doctor FC ; Cate Blanchett

The Fall of House Usher ; Verna FC ; Carla Gugino

The Fall ; Stella Gibson FC ; Gillian Anderson

The Silence of the Lambs; Hannibal Lecter FC ; Mads Mikkelsen, Bedelia Du Maurier { VERY HEAD CANON } FC ; Gillian Anderson, Clarice Starling FC ; Jodie Foster.

The Haunting of Hill House ; Olivia Crain FC ; Carla Gugino, Theo Crain FC ; Kate Siegel, Nell Crain FC ; Victoria Pedretti

The Haunting of Bly Manor ; Dani Clayton FC ; Victoria Pedretti

Merlin ; Morgana Pendragon FC ; Katie Mcgrath

Penny Dreadful ; Vanessa Ives FC ; Eva Green

Resident Evil ; Lady Dimitrescu FC ; Lana Parrilla

Silent Hill ; Lisa Garland FC ; NOT SURE YET

True Blood ; Sookie Stackhouse FC ; Anna Paquin, Pam FC ; Kristin Bauer Van Straten, Sophie-Anne FC ; Evan Rachel Wood

Van Helsing ; Anna Valerious FC ; Kate Beckinsale

The X-Files ; Dana Scully FC; Gillian Anderson, Fox Mulder FC ; David Duchovny

Xena Warrior Princess ; Xena FC ; Lucy Lawless, Gabrielle FC ; Renee O'Connor, Callisto FC ; Hudson Leick

#i'm scared to close my eyes i'm scared to open them { self promo }#horror rp #ahs rp #bates motel rp #charmed rp #dracula rp #hannibal rp #haunting of hill house rp #penny dreadful rp #true blood rp #the x-files rp #doctor who rp #resident evil rp #silent hill rp #van helsing rp #xena warrior princess rp

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kurosstuff · 2 years

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Cassandra Dimitrescu x reader: Courting gone wrong?

Summary: Cassandra likes you, but with how she's "courting" you, you think she's constantly threatening you.

Warning(s): cassandra being a little feral shit, blood, violence, kinda detailed body detatchment(?), death(not readers), one or two dead animals, want to throw up(doesnt happen)

When you first became a maid you learned the rules fast, how to handle yourself around the Dimitrescu's sisters, to not draw attention.

All attention is bad attention no matter how you look at it.

Sure, being around Lady Bela is kinda safer then her sisters-she won't go around killing every maid in her way unless provoked. But even Bela is unsafe. That fact was proven once again when a maid spilt the mop bucket on her, she was shortly make into wine later on for the Lady of the house herself.

Lady Daniela was.. an interesting woman, but with how,, delusional she can be- she will attempt to recreate what she read but if you don't play along... well the mess left a stain for a month.

And the middle child- Lady Cassandra easily the most sadistic and purposefully dangerous of the sisters- be in the same room, possibility of survival is slim- look into her eyes? Speak a little louder then you should? Just sentenced yourself to tormented in a sick twisted game of hers, or if your lucky be personally dragged into the cellar for some wine making by Lady Cassandra herself. Of course it could be random as well-. So the one to look out for is Lady Cassandra from your own experiences with the sisters

Being the personal maid is usually fine as well, people say it's the golden ticket- it's anything but- especially if you so happen to be Lady Cassandra's personal Maid. Then no, it is not fine, out of the sisters-she has gone through the most personal maids, saying "Oh its fine! It's much more fun this way" or "they were far to boring to be my maid." And as her new maid. Well you accepted your fate soon enough, sad as it is- it's only a matter of time.

Cleaning her weaponry took longer then it usually does- seems like she had.. fun with her last playmate, the hand in the far back corner gave away the cleanup wasn't that successful. Drawing your attention back to dagger in your hand, a sigh escaped you, the bloody cloth drenching your apron in faded red as you scrubbed taking a moment or to as to wash the cloth in the bucket at your side. Soon enough the dagger looked almost as good as new- minus the damages to the handle itself the blade was shiny as ever.

Placing it down, as you moved to her- new favorite toy-a want to yell in annoyance filled your throat-but you gulped it down least you want unwanted company. A slight creek was heard behind you, looking back it was silent as it was in the room before, going back to cleaning a figure materialized behind you. Like a predator towards their prey, they crept up silently the bloody sickle by their side dripped liquid as they stalked forward, lifting the weapon up, slamming it down beside you- impaling the wood next to your head. A surprised squeak escaped you- a dark chuckle escaped the predator themselves behind you- revealing the one worse of any common predator. Lady Cassandra

"Aww little mouse. Did I scare you?" Snickering she stood back, watching you like a hawk, urging you to say something, all you did was stand up turn and bow not looking her in the eyes just yet- her smirk grew "well well, isn't this a sight. My lovely maid is all bloodied up." Looking at your apron in what sounded like fake concern

"no that will not do. Oh no not at all" Shaking her head slightly, Great seems like she's in a playful mood "the only one allowed to bloody you up is me. Not some dried up toy. Now go wash up" with a wave of her hand "then come back and wash my sickle"

"Of course Lady Cassandra" with that you hurriedly left.

Walking the corridors down to your room, was never fun, nor pleasant. Even now from your new room, all personal maids get their own room, sounds nice but not in the slightest. The room is near who they now belong to. Yours is infront of Lady Cassandra's room- something about how if she wants you to come to her, you won't take to long that way.

It's been- two months since you begin to be her personal Maid. One of the few longest who stayed Alive, even longer to not be hurt to much in Lady Cassandra's games. You'd say you'd be proud of it if you didn't want to jinx it. But as of late she seemed to find a new way to torment, one that didn't involve harming physically.

Opening the door, the rotten smell caught your attention first, the bloody mangled thing on your pillow. Your nose wrinkled at the smell- sighing as you walked towards the bed, at least the put the thing on a paper Towel- as if to not bloody your bed. Not sure why she cares now she's bloodied it before.

Grabbing a towel kept close for this reason you picked it up and went to the far garbage bin- looking at the thing in the bin. A cold shudder crept your spine- disgust filled you. If you saw this when you first joined you'd throw up- if not from the sight then the sickening smell.

It was a severed human hand

This wasn't the first time she's threanted you in this way, nor will it be the last time.

The first time it happened- whatever you'd wanna call it exactly. You assumed one of the sisters was upset with you. You almost screamed but stopped yourself. Anyone would if they opened their door and saw a dead tattered rabbit on the ground with a bloody letter saying 'Your eyes are pretty' not that great to wake up too. The letter itself also made your heartstop- the unsettling feeling of being watched didn't help either.

And it was a pain to clean as well- scrubbing the carpet until it left a faint pink mark, that took days to leave as well. The rabbit itself you buried in the backyard when you were able. Unknowing of the yellow eyes that watched you do so. The note itself if not bloody would have been sweet, but you threw it away right after, the unknowing threat creeped you out.

You assumed it was Lady Daniela who did this. Couldn't think of anyone else who would do such a thing. Imagine your surprise from the late, visitor that night

"I see the little mouse didn't like the present left for them?" A question made out to be a demand, sitting on your bed Lady Cassandra scuffed Glaring at you before bringing her attention elsewhere "hm. Your room is to boring. Put some statues in it- like the rabbit" She added fully aware of where it was kept

"Lady Cassandra- I'm very sorry. I didn't know it was you" you didn't wanna say it was a gift from her- cause- that'd be crazy- her of all people give a gift? No way, not in a million years. Even if you wanted it- which weirdly now that you think of it, you hoped it was. It would be much better then have it be some new threatening game of hers. Scuffing she stood, staring down at you before she could say anything-

Her mother called out to her- making her buzz off. Saved by the bell you guessed in a way. Switching aprons quickly you turned and went to your next job.

Cleaning the music room- not belonging just to Lady Bela but Lady Cassandra visits the room from time to time. She refuses to say why, but you have to guess she's good at music-or just liked to listen to it. The noises from the tightly locked room is always pleasant to hear. Luckily you don't have to go to far, opening the door you walked in closing it behind you.

"Well, hello little one." A voice called out, looking back you saw the only other Dimitrescu's who enters here the most- Lady Bela herself sitting at the piano, "Didn't expect to see Cassandra's pet entering here, much less looking healthy" She spoke mumbling the last part, not bothering to look up. She went back to the piano.

"Hello Lady Bela" you greeted before getting started to clean around, a hum was all you got, before a single piano key rung in the room stopping you for a moment, then another before a full on beautiful song started to play. Stealing a quick glance the Lady seemed to be in her element-not a blood filled one but and element anyways. Going back to cleaning all that left was the piano. You weren't allowed to touch the paintings or the music books littering the walls. So it doesn't take that long to clean thankfully

As the final key was hit Lady Bela stood with a silent hum, standing back for you to clean, watching you as you did. Brushing the towel over the keys as you sprayed, gently as to not push them accidentally. You closed of for a moment to clean the top seal of the keys before continuing

"Do you play?" Lady Bela asked suddenly, taking a seat beside you. Glancing at her quickly you went back to cleaning

"Not really my Lady. I've never played, never learned" you answered quickly, leaning forward she tried to catch your full attention.

"No? I can show you-" the door slammed open cutting her off, as a mass of bugs flew towards you both angrily

"What the fuck do you think your doing Bela." Cassandra spoke angrily grabbing you harshly pulling you up in a tight hold on your arm "this is my maid. Get your own damn maid." She hissed out pulling you along with her, once you both exited the room she glared at you- as if you really pissed her off, and in this case? You had.

" 'My Lady'" She mocked seething as she pulled you with her "what are you hers now? Don't like how I treat you so you go run off to the better sibling right?" Turning sharply she pulled you into a room. Her room. Letting you go, you rubbed your wrist slightly- the sight seemed to piss her off more "don't even try to lie to me either, I know it's true" she spoke her voice having a slight waver in it. You had to think quick- or this could be the last day on earth for you

"Lady Cassandra- I meant no offense I don't want to be her maid. I want to be just yours." Just yours, the words echoed in your mind, before you cringed at the thought. Would be disgusted if the younger you found out you'd later love the one who loved to torment you and the others. But luckily it seemed to please her, just a bit but enough.

"Good from now on if you are to clean when I'm in there. If you want to learn you will learn from me. Not some wannabe piano player. Got it" without waiting for a response-not that she'd need it she stalked forward caging you against the wall. "Now. You made me leave my meal behind. You wouldn't mind if I took a quick snack would you?" Lady Cassandra spoke leaning in close, her eyes narrowing as if actually waiting for consent. Nodding your head in agreement she smirked devilishly leaning close to your ear.

"I'll be gentle don't worry"

She was in fact not gentle at all.

She bit so hard and took so much you were on bedrest for a whole week- so weak to even stand up, it seemed like Lady Cassandra took pity on you as she carried you to your room, and actually tucked you in. Not before wrapping your neck surprisingly. With this- she was gentle, the blood drinking? No not at all. You were ordered not to talk in the meantime but you could tell she was- stressed. About what? You weren't sure

During the week of your recovery, you still were given threats. But not as bloody as the ones before. Just things made of bone? Or something. Or a random dead bird.

She still seemed to hate you even if she was caring for you? You assumed she was savoring her meal

When you were able to move around healthily again, you were given easier jobs for the time being. Just to follow your Lady around for the first part of the morning to cleaning her room. Then follow her to the music room. Then rest. And then repeat for the rest of the week

Lady Cassandra has been even more standoffish and quiet then she usually was. Even going as far as staying as far away from you as she can, even though she herself said you had to be near her when your out of your room. Huffing in annoyance as she fluttered away yet again, you knew where to find her around this time.

Her weapon room

One of the places she goes to most- especially if she feels upset or just wants to entertain herself for a bit. Her safe place. Quickly speedwalking there, you thought up a million things to say to her, to ask her whats the problem-hopefully you'll live, or you'll die trying to care.

Entering the words you rehearsed dried up as quickly as you figured it out. Gulping nervously, Lady Cassandra was currently stabbing a mannequin with her sickle-in a uncoordinated way. You called out to her causing her to stop for a moment. Letting her sickle go she let it stick in the mannequin as she turned to face you.

Guilt

Guilt on her face, not letting her look you in the eyes, the refusal to properly own up to her own personal mistake. She couldn't do it. She couldn't face you. Not look at the bandage on your neck- it was weird she could look at many inhuman horrible stuff and laughs-cause she causes it. But not this time.

Thinking quickly you decided to talk about random stuff that popped up in your head- moving around the room to clean as you did so. Slowly her eyes looked up over at you following you as you worked. "-and I thought it was kinda funny, how the man just gave his wife the animal as a gift and she just- left him? Like-" laughing softly. You gently wiped the scratched up table top. "Who even gives a dead animal as a gift though-?" Speaking the question aloud more so to yourself then the silent company in the room. Turning around back to the mannequin she finally spoke

"I mean. Giving animals and bones are pretty romantic right? Like that courting people do" Lady Cassandra awkwardly said her back turned to you. She seemed more tense then usual

Staying silent for a moment, you couldnt tell what she meant by that, but you assuned she was just confused or making a weird joke "I mean no one court's someone like that- that's for sure" you gave a soft laugh

She froze

"What..?" Turning to face you her face showed complete confusion, as if this was the first she's ever heard of such a thing. "You.. don't give dead animals to people you like for.. courting" She asked dumbfounded "or something like that of course" she hurriedly added.

"Um- yeah no. I'm not sure of anyone who gave such a thing to someone in a courting way" speaking you looked away to beginning cleaning again- failing to see Lady Cassandra's face paling even more then it already was "like for example, my father gave my mom some of her favorite flowers and books everytime he saw her." Explaining more in depth, Lady Cassandra looked more and more embarrassed the more you explained it too her

"Then what do you think I was doing this whole time" Lady Cassandra spoke before she could stop herself. Dropping the rag you turned to face her- seeing a red faced Lady Cassandra a shock too see but not unwelcomed "no. I didn't say that" pointing her pointer finger at you. She grumbled face deep red "no- i- stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"In awe at what I totally didn't say." Huffing she stormed up to you, standing before you eyes locked together once again. "Well? What do you have to say" breaking out of your trance you blinked looking at her before smiling

"Well if I'd known it was in a courting way, I'd tell you, I feel the same" your face felt warm, confessing in a room of weapons was the last thing you thought would happen. Much less to the person you just confessed too. Bringing her hands to your face she pulled you close to her gently, leaning her forehead against yours for a moment before speaking

"..can I kiss you" her voice surprisingly soft, ready to bounce back away if you declined all you did was nod in agreement. Smirking she leaned in-before freezing her breath on your lips. Then pulled away "wait. Hold on" zooming out dragging you with her she brought you to her room, then rushed to the bathroom. Coming back face fresh not a trace of dried or new blood, walking towards you again she led you to sit on the bed beside her. Waiting.

"Cassandra what was the book Lady Daniela gave you advice from?" You asked looking up in her arms, stopping for a moment, she shifted into a swarm of flies buzzing off but returning quickly with a blue book handing it too you. Opening the first page you froze, stiffening a laugh. "Is-is this the book? Are you sure?"

"I'd love to kiss you now If you'd like-" you spoke. Sparking new confidence in the woman who put her hands on your shoulder. Before stopping looking at you. Tilting your head to the side in, biting her bottom lip she moved forwards, eyes fluttering shut as yours did too.

Cold, practically ice cold lips were pressed firmly-yet in an unsure way, soft yet It still kept her rough nature in it. Cradling her face in your hands you brought her closer. Her lips warming up the longer they stayed against yours. A buzzlike pur vibrated from the back of her throat. Smiling against her your arms moved to wrap around her neck, her hands moved to your waist rubbing comfortably under your shirt a bit. Pushing you down gently, never once breaking the kiss she moved to straddle your hips biting playful at your bottom lip before pulling away, smiling in a uncharacteristically gentle happy way down at you

"That was lowly Lady Cass-"

"Just call me Cassandra. We practically made out so safe to say you can drop the formality" Cassandra snickered moving to lay next to you. An arm snaked under you pulling you almost on top of her-the other moved around your waist hugging you in a way.

"If I only followed that book Daniela gave me. Then we'd been here sooner" Cassandra spoke a buzz like pur escaping her throat as she did. Putting your head under her chin you smiled- but then curiosity caught up to you. Leaning back as much as she'd allow you looked over at her

"Yes. It is why. What's so funny?

"This is a book about how to see signs if a cat likes you."

#omg im in love with her #idk i wanted to add the last part- especially after i was lookinf stuff up for cats and foujd the book #and was like hey.#im writing cassandra and half this stuff im having her do #cassandra dimitrescu is a cat confirmed #idk shes #yeah #whatever shush i did it anyways #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #Daniela picked that book only to fuck with Cassandra #Cassandra ate the maid she wanted before so she thought it was perfect timing #also yeah you like her too but like idk how to add #cause i wrote this then i relaized like #fuck i forgot to explain how reader figured out they fell for a cannibalistic vampire bug babe #ill just write that as a whole ass extra if you all want idk #and as much as i love bold knows how to flirt Cassandra #i think cassandra not knowing how to fliry but doesnt wanna admit it and just- does it anywas is so fuckinf funny and kinda cute #like #this girl 100% thinks giving a bone jewelry to someone she likes is her proposing #her mom sits her down weekly to inform her #no you can not kill the rival and get the partner.#no you can not-#its a constant thing #i also never wrote a fucking kiss scene #holy shit #please tell me it was ok

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When you call my name. Do you think i'll come running? {Part 1}

+watch my heart burn

Summary: lady dimitrescu kills your friends but you managed to get away unnoticed, what happens when you go to work for her to get revenge on behalf of your mother? Will fate stand on your side?or will you let feelings get inside?

Lady dimitrescu x maid fem reader

Warning: insomnia, grief,anxiety, fear, slow burn, blood, cut wound, clumsy, slight depression, heartbreak,confusion,bullying, fluff.

A/n: I'm sorry if this is a bit long i just got this idea when i woke up and had to do it😌the song choice fits the fic well, recomend listening👍. Hope you all enjoy my darlings🤗💞

Part 2

You slammed your door as you sat with your knees against your chest hyperventilating. How could she do this to you. She knew what lady dimitrescu did and is capable of and yet she wishes to send you off to work for her just to get money and revenge. How heartless could your mother possibly be. You sobed as flashbacks of the night swept through your mind.

It was your friend avas birthday and you decided to go on a hunt in the woods for fun. See the nature, the beautiful things there and near. You, ava and your other 2 friends. And that's when the beast did her killings. Her long claws brutally killed ava and your friends but you got away without being seen. You were horrified, terrified.

You hated yourself after that. It was your stupid idea to go hunting. You could have went to other places for her birthday, but no you wanted to be adventurous. You got her killed, on her birthday too. ava was a good friend to you. She'll never be forgotten. When you got home you couldn't breath, you kept seeing their bodies.

Years passed and you got over it. You got therapy and you were good now. But when ever you remembered the pure lost souls that died that night, it broke your heart. But it wasn't your fault, no, never , it's not your fault that monster killed your friends, that's on her.

It was the morning of your departure and you were mid.

"You be safe now my love, my dear daughter y/n, be brave my love and remember our plans" your mother whispered in your ear before kissing your cheek.

You turned to the attendant. And softly smiled.

You got into the carriage and waved your mother goodbye. It was a long way from the village to the dimitrescu castle. Fear filled your body as you realized who's territory you were approaching. Who's house you'll be in. Who's rules you'll be following.

You breathe out a shaky breath as the lady turned around to announce your arrival. You nodded shyly, flashed her a soft smile and exited the carriage.

You were immediately met with lady dimitrescu's cold golden eyes. They show no love, no mercy no compassion. But there was a hint of something in them. Sadness? Pain? Tiredness? You didn't know but there was something under all that cover, over all thoses walls that she built up there was some pain, hurt, sorrow.

You immediately flicked your gaze to the ground and walked up to her slowly.

" good evening, lady dimitrescu" you spoke softly, hardly above a whisper. She placed her finger under your chin and averted your gaze to look into her eyes. You got lost in them for a moment. Was she the one who killed your friends? Can't be..... she's so, she looks so pure.

"I asked a question child, speak up" she growled letting your chin fall, removing her cold finger tip from your skin. You couldn't help but miss her touch for a split second. Reminding yourself who you were infront of. Reminding yourself who she is, what she is.

"I-l'm sorry m-my lady, I know you d-don't like to repeat yourself but I did not hear your last w-words" you spoke squeezing your eyes shut, hoping that she doesn't slice you to ribbons.

"Look up child, let me see thoses pretty eyes" she spoke softly. You immediately looked up at her, not wanting to anger her more incase this was a trap.

"I'm soft on newbies, if there are any slip ups, you'll be forgiven. But do not test my patience, my anger is it's own person" she firmly said finding peace and calmness in your eyes. She hummed as she took one last look at you before walking away.

"Elizabeth make sure our new member is welcomed and comfortable, and please do inform my dear daughters of our new maiden. I do not want them snacking on her for dinner" she spoke with a growl like chuckle. As if it's happened already but she didn't care but for you. She wanted no one to hurt you. You were valuable to her. A deal like no other.

The head maiden shows you around the castle, gives you background story on everything etc. She final makes her final stop, your bedroom. She opened the door and your jaw dropped. It was huge. You had a very big bed, almost as big as the bedroom and your own personal bathroom that was even bigger.

"Daniela what are you doing here" Elizabeth spoke firmly with a cocked eyebrow.

Daniela looked up from her book and glanced at you. Her smiled brighten as her eyes gleamed. She squealed as she rushed off the bed to hug you. Her cute and innocent act could have fooled anyone. Fooled you. But Elizabeth has been working here way to long to not see right through her deadly act.

" Daniela dimitrescu but can call me dani, oldest, and-" Elizabeth cut her off with the clearing of her throat. Danielle huffed and backed up.

" dont play what your not daniela. I will not take responsibility for your foolishness, remember you mothers words" she spoke seriously, eyes flashing angrily. Daniella 'ughed' rolled her eyes and disappeared into files.

Elizabeth turns to you and holds you by both arms.

" theses people aren't as dangerous as they look,you hear me. Just don't fall into their trap and DO NOT GET ON THEIR NERVES." She spoke.

"Lady dimitrescu is a very nice lady, especially I she finds you useful. And what she did with you outside she's never done with other maiden. Count yourself lucky cause she already likes you,but do not take it for granted. She doesn't slice anyone to ribbons unless they do a God forbidden thing. Stand your ground, don't look weak, it's yes mistress or yes my lady same goes for when your saying no. Stay away from her daughters unless she asks you to give them something which she wont because your new" she rambled rules and guides for you until she was completely out of breath.

She really cared for you. She's seen some fucked up shit go down in the castle and she's gonna look out for you.

" lastly, the lady always test every new maids loyalty and ability to follow instructions, always listen to what she says and read in-between the lines and pick your words and responds very wisely. Oh and always be up before 7:00, that's it, if I missed any you'll find them in your ground rules book" she kissed your cheek and proceeded to walk out.

" hey lizzy" you called out stoping her in her tracks, though she didn't turn around you can tell she was listening.

"Thank you" you said softly as you smiled. She turned around and flashed you a warm smile.

" of course. Your one of us now y/n. Even though you might not like the lady. You will follow her oders. There's a track if your the exercise type and there's a library. You'll always be working so no time to fool around." She said before closing the door.

You hummed and walked around the room. It was nice. You walked over to the bed where your maid uniform was laid neatly. And bedside it had a note.

- Welcome To House Dimitrescu, your shift starts at 9:30 AM ends at 10:35 pm for now. Any enquiries ask lady sepol, head maiden better known as Elizabeth.

You looked at the time and realized that you only had 20 minutes til you had to be one duty. You quickly got dress and went downstairs. The first thing on your list was doing the dishes then sweeping in the evening and tidying up in the night.

You entered the kitchen but a girl stopped you and pinned a fancy name tagg onto your uniform.

You smiled softly at her but she doesn't smile back, instead she gives you a disgusting look. What's that for you thought to yourself. But then you remembered Elizabeth's words. "Don't show weakness". you must have been so caught up in thought that you didn't even notice you had bumped into someone.

" sorry, I'm so s-" you tried to wip the water off her clothes but she slapped your hand away harshly.

" watch where your going newbie what are you blind? Are has the the salary amount gotten to your head bitch?" She spat glaring at you, before you can apologize again a voice speaks up behind her.

" Oh Leah give her a break. You were once new too" she spoke softly. The girl turned to glare at the woman huffing.

"Yeah but I wasn't this blind was i?" She spoke before walking off bumping into your shoulder harshly.

You sighed as you mouthed 'thank you' to the lady before moving to the sink to do your job.

" Sarah. Sarah mildow. Assistant head maiden" she spoke softly offering you her hand.

You smiled at her and shaked it.

"Y/n y/l/n" you said, she nodded and went back to stacking the wine.

"Don't come off as weak, my sweet girl. But don't fight back" she mumbled, winking at you when she looked up. You pressed your lips together and went back to washing.

"What are you doing?" Asked the same girl from earlier. You wondered if she was crazy... or maybe she's the blind one. Can't she just cut you some slack.

"Didn't you read the freaking ground rules? Only wash the dishes with stain dish soap remover, now your gonna have to wash all those over and now your gonna be late for your next shift But oh well not my problem" she laughed wickly and left.

You bit your lip and growned, now you'll have to re-wash 150 plates. You got to work and finished late. You quickly started doing your second shift for the day and it was around dinner time for the dimitrescu family. As you were sweeping the floor near the kitchen you hear lots of noise.

There's was shouting and yelling and it was loud. How could human beings shout so loud without their voice box being damaged or getting hoarseness But then it hit you. They weren't human.

You entered the dinning room area and quietly sweep the floors. The entire time lady dimitrescu had her eyes fixed on you. You could feel them pulling at you, heating your skin. You tried desperately to make yourself smaller.

" doing that isn't gonna make you disappear draga"she spoke loudly the table going quiet. Her daughters looked at her weirdly but soon realized she wasn't talking to them. Lady dimitrescu has never called a maiden that. Never ever. A couple maids who were picking up the left over foods were astonished. You didn't know what the word meant or what kind of people she says it to but all you knew you wanted to disappear.

"Come take this to the kitchen pet" she spoke firmly, watching as your shakily walked over to her avoiding her gaze. As you picked up the glass, your shaking hands caused it to drop and break. The girls began to laugh as tears welled in your eyes. Can't you do anything right. Lady dimitrescu wasn't angry though, she kept looking at you with curiosity and hope.

" Leah clean this up. As for you my dear get started on your other shift. " she spoke as she got up to leave the table. You were too scared to move. This lady dimitrescu noticed and chuckled. She gently placed her hands on your hips and moved you to the side so she can get up from her chair. Her hands on your waist felt magical.

She held you close as she whispered into your ear. The smell of strong rich people perfume and smoke over take your senses.

" That's already one slip up and it's only your first day,my love"

She removed her hands and walked away, her daughters vanished into a vast of flies. Leah pushed you which caused you to fall and cut your finger on the shareds of glass on the floor. She grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at her.

" i don't hate you y/n, but get your shit together because I don't want to clean up any more maiden blood" she said, letting go of you and walking away to go get the broom.

You finished your shifts and went to your room.

You took a cold shower and went to bed. Thankfully you weren't to late for bed. It's was only 11:08pm. You sighed as you set your alarm for tomorrow and closed your eyes. You twisted and turned no matter what you did you couldn't sleep. Maybe it's because of who's house you were sleeping in.

You sighed as you looked at the time.

12:15pm. You groaned. You really wanted to get some rest before getting for 5:00 tomorrow. You remember Elizabeth said that there's a library. Maybe if you read you'll eventually fall asleep, yeah.

You got up and threw on a thin comfy butterfly multi color robe and went to the library. As you entered your jaw dropped. It was amazing. It was definitely bigger than your room, and it had 4 floors filled with shelfs and books.

You smiled as you walked over to one of the isle. You couldn't find anything you like so you decided to move to a next one. As you came out you saw lady dimitrescu sitting on the couch with her hair undone, makeup off, comfy lace night gown and her reading glasses. Your eyes flicked down to her smooth legs. Her porcelain skin was glowing in the fire place light. It's rare anyone sees her like this.

Your eyes flicked down lower to her red toes and back up to the book she was reading. "Bows and arrows of a fool" it sounds interesting you think to yourself. You flicked your eyes higher to see lady dimitrescu looking at you over her glasses.

Fear builds in you as you quickly pull back and hide.

" I already saw you draga mea. Come out pet" she said sighing as she closed the book. You repeated the word shit over and over again and she shyly came around the corner and stood some distance away from her. You kept looking at the ground and fidgeting with your fingers.

" what difference does it make you look at me in secret but hide your pretty eyes from me in public child" she said changing her position in the chair. You heard how it creaked as it accommodates her weight.

Her eyes racked up your body. Fragile, valuable, fearful, shy there's so many words she can use to describe you just by looking at you.

"Come sit child" she spoke, her tone more soft and gentle. Although alcina was rough and cold on the outside on the inside she was just someone who didn't have a choice, someone who life beat up really bad, someone pure. You moved slowly to stand infront of her, still no eye contact was made.

She pulled you onto her lap and cradled you. Running her hand gently through your hair. You couldn't help but melt into her embrace. Her touch was soft and gentle despise her cold demeanor. She smelled like lavender and wine, with a hint of smoke.

You wrapped your arms around her neck and snuggled into her neck. She gently placed a kiss to your forehead and started rubbing shapes onto your thighs, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

" couldn't sleep draga?" She asked lifting your chin so she can look at you. You looked so scared, so tried. It broke her heart slightly. After thousands of eyes of feeling no other emotion other than anger and rage, alcina actually felt sorryful. Yet she didn't quite know what for. But holding you made something in her heart break. Maybe it was the love ones she killed for you and didn't know.

If she knew you were the one who got away that night what would she do?. Would she even be holding you? Kissing your skin? Calling you draga.

"Why do you fear me, darling?" She asked truthfully. Why would someone fear her to their core but still wish to be her hand cloth. Money make people do stupid things all the time but working for her, even money wouldn't make someone do something so risky. Especially with the type of anger she holds.

So why does a sweet angel dove like you wish to be in her presence? It simply amazes her. You both got lost in each other's eyes for what seemed like eternity. On til something in you snapped. She killed your friends. But yet here you lay in her arms, fearless. As if nothing happened.

You wanted to ask her the question so bad, why did you do it? There were so many questions you wanted to ask her. Because if she was the brutal monster every one claims she is, why is she so pure?

" I'll take my leave now, my lady" you spoke quietly, removing yourself from her embrace. You were supposed to ask her permission to leave yet her anger is far from building. What spell does this girl have on me, alcina thought to herself. You slowly backed out of the room. Elizabeth's voice ringing in your ear.

" theses people are not as dangerous as they look you hear me?"

"Lady dimitrescu is a very nice lady, especially if she finds you useful"

"What she did with you was rare, count yourself lucky, but don't take in for granted"

You felt dizzy, like your world was spinning. Your friends death flash before your eyes. Alcinas pure eyes. Elizabeth's words. She can't be the monster that killed them.... can she?

The real question is why does she like you? She she have a plan? Because so do you....

You make you way to your room speed walking as fast as you could. Not wanting to run to make a scene to the night shift guard maids. You enter your room and quickly lock the door behind you. You jump into your bed and cover yourself under the duvet.

Tomorrow is a new day. You thought to yourself. Your mother's voice echo in your head.

"She's a monster, but we'll get our revenge."

"Don't trust her y/n, be brave and remember the plan"

You soon fell asleep hoping that tomorrow doesn't cause trouble.....

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ranchracoon · 10 months

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Devour Ch. 4: Donations

With the sisters distracted, the new maidens become more familiar with their positions. Soon they even grow confident. You are there to help them as much as possible so that no mistakes happen, because once this week is over Lady Dimitrescu’s patience will be paper thin. They memorize their routines, the times that the ladies eat, and most importantly the house rules. It is a little funny to see them scramble out of your way, for they know one of the sisters won’t be far behind.

The next few days the girls feed off you almost daily, but they also watch your every move, even when they aren’t present you can still feel their eyes. Their bites are less forceful and greedy, with each passing day returning to their prime selves and requiring less from you. You don’t mind it though, your arms, shoulders, and neck have become a tapestry of their bites; Each one like a tattoo with their own individual differences, and you know exactly which bite belongs to which sister. Every time you look at the bruises your mind begins to reminisce about the ghost of their fingers wrapped around your arms, or how their bodies curved against yours.

You shake your head at those thoughts trying to focus on something else. You still have no idea who washed your uniforms, but you have an inkling that it was Bela. She denies it every time you ask, but what gives her away is how quickly she denies it and the way she twirls her sickle more than usual when the subject is brought up. You try asking Cassandra or Daniela, but Cassandra doesn’t like being bothered more than once and Daniela would have cracked by now.

When they’re not doing their duties, one of them follows you around and makes you eat in the main hall to ensure you’re actually refueling. The only alone time you have is when you return to your bed chambers for the night to wash your uniform and yourself. Except for one, tiny, unexpected visitor. Every night this week you find a fly wandering your room, as soon as you notice it, it quickly leaves through the space under your door. It’s now a part of your nightly routine. When you return to your chambers, you begin to strip from your uniform, listening very intently until the sound of buzzing catches your attention and you start searching for it. Again, it can only be one of three people and all three of them deny having any part of it, saying they have better things to do than stalk you at night.

The end of the week arrives faster than you like and you anxiously play with your tie, having to re-tie it because it keeps coming undone. The maids are ready; they’ve been lectured since they arrived that they would be required to donate blood. You have nothing to be nervous about, yet the anxiety still pours from every crevice on your body. Out of habit, you still wake up the Lady and her daughters as well as prepare their morning tea because it feels wrong if you don’t. In the kitchen you gather the attention of the staff and hand out sheets of papers with times on them, informing them that their tasks need to be done before their donations and to meet in the tasting room. With the exception of cooking staff who will be excused from lunch duty in order to do their donations and prep dinner in time. You aren’t hungry thanks to the nerves, but decide to eat a small portion of bread, cheese, and thinly sliced meat so as to not upset the ladies.

To give the staff extra time to pass out the rest of the times, while you take the rolling cart out into the main hall by yourself. This morning in particular Cassandra is the first to arrive, even before her mother which rarely happens but judging from her form barely remaining solid, she’s very excited. You approach the fireplace, feeling the heat lick at your back and cause beads of sweat to run down your spine. Cassandra looks you over and you swear you hear a purr coming from her, but it’s difficult to tell over the crackling of the fire.

“Good morning Lady Cassandra, did you sleep well?” You ask while handing her a cup.

“What did I say about calling me by my formal title? Mother isn’t here.” She replies before taking a sip.

“Better safe than sorry.” You smile.

“Hm. I could hardly sleep a wink, too excited about today. Speaking of, mind helping me with the donations today?” She asks sweetly. Too sweetly.

“I thought La-Bela was in charge of the donations?” You ask.

“Normally yes, but I’m the more responsible one and took over.”

The two of you stared at each other in silence before she scoffed and rolled her eyes, “she lost a bet with me so now I get to do the donations and she has basement duty.”

“I see. Well I would be happy to help you.” You smile at her.

Cassandra smiles widely then leans back into her seat, holding her cup close to her face as she inhales the scent. Lady Dimitrescu arrives, the other two daughters following shortly after and taking their respective seats. Lady Dimitrescu smiles at you with a wide, toothy grin as she takes her cup and sips down the thick liquid. She sighs heavily and fixes her posture, you settle beside her and look up expectantly.

“Are the maids ready Y/N?” Lady Dimitrescu asks.

“Yes Ma’am. They all have their donation times, and after breakfast I will go down with Lady Cassandra after breakfast to assist her. Unless you have something else that you need me to do.”

Lady Dimitrescu raises an eyebrow at her daughter, “you may help Cassandra today. I expect you to return to your normal duties tomorrow, otherwise I request that none of you bother me today. Doing so will result in punishment for all four of you.”

Your body remains neutral but your face gives away your true feelings, with your brow furrowed you glance up at Lady Dimitrescu. Four? Why are you suddenly involved? As if she can read your mind, the lady looks down at you and gives you her infamous smile: the one that reaches up to her eyes making her crow’s feet visible. You open your mouth to say something but her facial expression is challenging you to do so, which makes you shut your mouth again and lower your head. She hums approvingly before standing and taking her leave, Bela stands and calls for other maids to come clean up. The irritation in her voice obvious.

Before you can see anyone come out, hundreds of insects gather around you, tickling your exposed flesh along your neck. A few of them nuzzle their way up the sleeves of your uniform, it’s impossible not to let out a muffled giggle at the sensation. It’s uncomfortable, but not entirely unwanted either. The ground beneath your feet moves away as your body becomes weightless and all you can make out is the varying degrees of darkness and light around you. Eventually the ground returns to your feet making you wobble as you regain your balance after being carried, only to find yourself in the tasting room.

It smells like sterilizer and wine, it takes a minute to adjust as you roll the sleeves of your shirt up to the elbows. Cassandra walks around the table in the center, clearing off remnants of wine bottles, glasses, and dirtied trays. She swipes her hand over the wooden table, clearing off any remaining debris before she kneels in front of a cabinet to bring out sanitizing wipes. You brush your hands over your vest and watch her, waiting for some sort of instruction of how to proceed to help her but instead she continues on as if you don’t exist. You sigh softly and look around at the dwindling numbers of wine bottles, their stash really is hurting this winter. Usually they never took wine from here, rather using the wine in the wine room first but times truly are strenuous this season.

As your eyes drift back to Cassandra you see she’s already laid out the tubing for the pump machine, currently sanitizing them thoroughly. You cross your arms and tilt your head, she catches your look and pauses her work, mimicking your head movement. When she asked you to help, you had a subtle suspicion that she didn’t actually need it; she could probably do the entire setup with her eyes closed.

“You don’t actually need help with the donations do you?” You ask teasingly.

“I do. You’re helping me right now.” She responds, returning to her work.

“How so?” You ask.

“By keeping me company.” She answers without looking.

There it is. You chuckle to yourself and lean against one of the shelving units currently standing empty. She wants your company, plain and simple. You're touched really, it makes your heart flutter knowing she simply wants your presence around even without doing anything. In fact, now that you think about it, Cassandra was the one who follows you the most even if she remains mostly in her swarm form, hardly ever wanting to be solid. This is the first time you’ve seen her fully formed, not a single fly out of place until you take a few steps closer and a fly lands on you.

“You know Cassandra,” you start off in a teasing tone, “if you keep this up, I might think you enjoy my company. Maybe even like me a little.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I tolerate you at best, and you’re far less annoying than my sisters.” She remarks coldly.

You pause in your tracks, she glances at you underneath her hood but quickly returns her focus to her task. You narrow your eyes, unsure if that was her confirming or denying that she does in fact like spending time with you. Why else did she ask you to help only to stand around? A click with a pumping sound following catches your attention as you turn around to see the pump come back to life. You turn from facing Cassandra and take a seat in a chair near the machine, Cassandra materializes in front of you, her fists on her hips.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to donate some blood?” You respond a little dumbfounded.

Cassandra leans over, her face merely inches from yours, your breath becomes heavier as you lock eyes with her. Ignoring the voice in your head screaming to glance down, you can’t, you won’t. Cassandra lets out a deep, husky laugh bringing up her gloved hand to brush your chin.

“We’ve taken enough from you this week as is. Now get up before the first maid arrives.”

You push your sleeve down some and get out of the chair, she stands behind the machine and hands you some empty bottles that the blood will be deposited in. On cue the first maid arrives, she pushes the door open and nervously fiddles with her apron before approaching the chair. Her anxious eyes look up at you as you give her a reassuring smile, Cassandra steps forward between the two of you. Cassandra yanks the maid’s arm making her flinch, you move around and give Cassandra a look as you put a bottle down on the end of the machine with a tube inside. Cassandra pulls out a needle and the girl whimpers, she tries to yank her arm back but you can see the bruise forming from Cassandra’s grip.

“Stop moving or I’ll cut you open and drain the blood.” Cassandra threatens.

The maid bites her lower lip before she shushes up and holds still as Cassandra punctures the skin and the clear tube turns red. Cassandra straightens up and watches the blood flow from the maid’s arm, through the pump machine, and into the bottle near you. You look up to catch her golden eyes staring at you, you wonder if you should continue to tease her not. Maybe she’ll get irritated enough that she’ll admit that she’s the one who’s been in your room at night, then again, you didn’t want another maid to suffer. Before you can decide she looks away and impatiently taps her fingers against her arm, the only noise being that of the machine. After the maid has donated a pint the machine stops, Cassandra pulls the tubing from the maid’s arms and places a piece of cotton against her arm to stop the bleeding.

You withdraw the tube from the bottle and cork it, one bottle makes roughly two bottles of wine. You put the pure blood bottle on a shelf behind you then replace it with a fresh bottle and watch Cassandra swap the used tube with a fresh one. The maid stands and looks over at you, you give her another half smile before Cassandra hisses to get her to leave. The next maid won’t be arriving for a few minutes, so you eyeball Cassandra at what her hurry is but she doesn’t look at you.

“So..what was the bet you made with Bela?” You ask to pass the time.

“Oh nothing, but I made sure it was one I could easily win because I left something for her in the Chambers of Solace.” Cassandra chuckled darkly, “I made a maze out of our old equipment so now the Moroaică are spread out. I may have also hidden the key to the Special Chambers where Bela likes to hide her most prized possession.”

You perk up a little, “what’s Bela’s most prized possession?”

Cassandra looks at you, her eyes looking between the both of yours while she contemplates telling you.

“It’s a blue glass eye that once belonged to a maid. I made her a ring to hold it but she says that it ‘gets in the way’ so, did all that hard work for nothing.”

“So the infamous Killer Cassandra does have a soft side. Making gifts for her sisters. Never would have guessed.”

Cassandra appeared on the other side of the table, her hands slamming against it hard enough that it shook.

“If you tell anyone about either, I’ll slice your jugular and watch you bleed out.”

You swallow and nod your head in understanding before she swarms back over to continue her work. The rest of the morning goes smoother , a maid comes in, donates, they leave you alone with Cassandra, then another maid. During the moments of no maid you engage in small talk with her, she lightens up until another maid enters then she goes right back to being rough and cold. Daniela shows up halfway through-out the day with some food for you, you smile and take the tray from her, your hands brushing one-anothers as you do so.

“I’ll come back later to pick this up from you.” Daniela smiles.

“No need. We’ll give it to the next maid, who should be a part of the kitchen staff next.” Cassandra adds.

“Oh. I see.” Daniela teases, she leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

The kiss is longer than any other cheek kiss she’s given you, only when you think you hear a hiss from the otherside of the room does Daniela move away. She disappears and you take a seat in one of the chairs near the machine to eat, Cassandra looking at you from under her hood. After that you notice that every time a maid smiles at you, that maid gets treated harsher than the rest. The final maid comes and goes, you sigh under your breath as you put the last bottle into the storage rack while Cassandra takes apart the machine.

She finishes sanitizing the tubes, machine, and other parts without speaking to you but uncharacteristically close to you the entire time. By the time she finishes the bells throughout the castle ring to signal dinner time. Cassandra removes her hood and brushes her hands through her hair groaning lowly.

“Ugh, finally. I didn’t think I would last until dinner. I don’t know how Bela does this every month but then again, I now see why she’s such a bitch all the time.”

“Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad.” You say half-heartedly.

“That’s true, I got to look at you the whole time.” She quipped back with a smirk.

You scoff as you feel your cheeks warm up, she laughs which only makes your cheeks burn hotter while you cough into your fist and clear your throat.

“Speechless hm?” Cassandra leans over your shoulder, “and here I was hoping to hear more of that lovely voice.”

You stand there unable to say anything, all day you thought about ways to get back at her and her sisters for how much they tease you. Now you’re blanking on how to respond. Cassandra places a kiss against the shell of your ear before pulling away from you.

“Hm shame. Oh well, we better get going to dinner before mother becomes suspicious.”

Once again there’s nothing but blackness and weightlessness until you come crashing down in the main hall. This time however, you land in a seat with Cassandra on one side, Lady Dimitrescu on the other, and Bela and Daniela across from you. You swallow to keep from vomiting, this trip was rougher than the first and it took you a moment to recompose yourself.

“Y/N, how did the donations go?” Lady Dimitrescu asks.

“Good My Lady, everyone arrived on time and no one passed out. I will check in with the staff before I retire for the evening.”

“Excellent. We will take the remaining barrels of wine and start integrating the blood immediately. The fresher the blood, the better the taste. Good work my daughters, you are dismissed. Y/N, I will have my dinner in my chambers please.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Lady Dimitrescu stands and walks away to her private chambers, the maids roll out the meal and you lean over to whisper to one of them about making a separate cart for Lady Dimitrescu. The maid nods her head and takes her leave as you visibly relax a little, which is a bit funny considering the rest of the staff is stiff and nervous around the daughters. With their mother out of ear shot, Bela dissipates and smacks Cassandra before reforming in her chair.

“What was that for?” Cassandra yelled.

“That’s for the mess you made in the cellar.”

Bela swarms and hits her again, “and that’s for hiding the key to the Special Chambers. Where is it?”

“I don’t know.” Cassandra replies as if she's bored.

“I swear on Mother Miranda I will throw you outside.” Bela threatens.

“Oh please, as if you could catch me. We all know I’m the fastest.”

“In bed.” Daniela coughs.

“Shut up Daniela.” Cassandra growls.

Daniela gasps and looks between them, you lower your head and attempt to finish your dinner. The bickering eventually becomes background noise as you tune it out, stifling a laugh every once in a while when Daniela mocks one of her sisters. Eventually Cassandra throws her hands up and leaves, Bela scoffs and disappears too leaving you alone with Daniela who snaps her fingers for the maids to take her food.

“Thank you for bringing me lunch Daniela.” You say to her.

Daniela looks up at you, she stands up and walks over to you, briefly her eyes flash down before meeting your eyes again.

“Pleasure is all mine.” She responds before kissing both of your cheeks and leaving too.

You swallow and return to the kitchen to get the second cart with Lady Dimitrescu’s food, rolling it through the main hall, carrying it down the stairs, and lastly to her chambers. You knock on her door and she orders you to come in, you roll the cart inside leaving it there as she dismisses you with a wave of her hand. After checking in with the kitchen and yard staff you return to your chambers, occasionally hearing the faint voice of Bela or Cassandra still yelling at each other. Inside your room you found your uninvited guest quickly, they weren’t even trying to hide. What caught you off guard was finding two more uninvited guests as you partake in your nighttime ritual.

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kiatheinsomniac · 2 years

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hi, can i request a donna beneviento x female reader with this smut prompt:

“I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

thanks! <3

notes: my first fic about Donna! Our dollmaker deserves so much more love! I could go on forever about how capcom could have given us more about her in the game.

pairing: Donna Beneviento x Reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: NSFW content, smut, marking, vaginal fingering

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Everyone should know you're taken

You were careful to not knock the tray from Donna’s workbench as you found yourself leaning further back against it, Donna’s arms circled around your waist and supporting you as her lips danced across your neck.

Your lover had a habit to get so engrossed in her work that little else mattered while she was working on creating a new doll or fixing up an old one. Therefore, you made it your duty to bring meals down to her and make sure that she ate, you had even brought her a little hand-picked bouquet from the garden to go with the tea, fruit and sandwiches that you had brought her.

Your hands curled into the black velvet of her dress, not wishing to ruin her intricate hairdo by tangling your fingers into her dark tresses.

“My love, you need to eat something.” You protested through a moan that she pulled from you when her lips sucked down on your flesh just beneath your ear.

“Perhaps I plan on doing just that…” She murmured as one of her hands slid down your side, pausing to squeeze your hip for a moment before beginning to slowly tug up your linen skirt, the material patterned with little pink roses and green stems – suitable for her favourite gardener, she had commented that morning with a smile. Your eyes burst wide at her innuendo.

Donna had been very slow to open up to you – and it really said a lot to add that she was more open with her gardeners and the lords than anyone else in the village – so her confidence oftentimes surprised you. She was a well put together woman, always dressed modestly, only foregoing her veil in the privacy of her own home and yet some of the things she had done to you had you on weak and trembling legs all the following day. She liked using her hands, seeing the fruits of her labour – both in her workshop and in bed.

The sleeves of your blouse were pushed down your shoulders and her lips tended to all the newly exposed skin, heat pooling between your thighs when she began to suck down on the supple flesh of your breasts, leaving pink marks that would no doubt bruise soon enough.

“Donna, the Dimitrescus are coming for supper tomorrow, they’ll see–” You began to protest in a whimper as she bit down over your collarbone.

“I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” She murmured against your skin. Donna was such a private person that it gave you butterflies to know that this was something she wanted people to know about, you were something she wanted people to know about. Her hands skimmed down to your thighs and you pressed your palms on the workbench to help her ease you to sit upon the edge of it, still being mindful to not knock over the tray of food beside you. You used this chance to lean back a little bit, wanting to get a better look at her.

Donna was gorgeous, more beautiful than any of the porcelain dolls around the house that she had created to be her very image of beauty. She had pale skin, dark hair, such enchanting dark and doe-like eyes. You cupped her face in your palms, thumbs caressing her cheeks that were blooming with a light blush at touching you like this.

“I wish you’d lift the illusion…” You murmured softly, a bittersweet smile on your lips as you thumb caressed just under her eye, knowing that that’s where her insecurity lay hidden, “I adore you, I’d kneel in the church and worship you before Mother Miranda without hesitation. Nothing about you could ever taint my vision of you, I’ll love you with my dying breath, Donna.” Her eyes fell to your lap and she mirrored your smile but the illusion stayed in place. When she lifted her head once more, it was to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

“One day, not today, but one day I will. If anyone can assure me I’m not lesser in my bare form… It's you.” She murmured against your lips before she continued to kiss, nip and suck along the tops of your breasts. One of your arms wound around her shoulders, pulling her closer to stand between where you had parted your thighs to accommodate her, your other hand slipping down her chest to cup her breast through the velvet of her dress.

You arched your back as her hands slid up your legs, bunching up your skirt as she did and you reached up to tug your blouse down past your breasts. Donna let out a hum of satisfaction as her mouth continued to smother your flesh in kisses and bites. You let out a shaky sigh when her deft fingers pushed your panties aside and ran through your drenched slit, feeling her moan against your chest at what she had found.

“Donna, please, your tea-” Your voice came out weak and you were cut off by a moan when her fingertips circled your clit.

“It can be reheated…” She murmured and your hands clenched the sleeves of her dress in your fists, needing something to hold as two slender fingers prodded against your wet entrance. You buried your face against the top of her head, inhaling her scent of sweetpeas as she began to pump her fingers within your cunt, pulling soft and desperate moans and whines from your lips. “Stop worrying for a little while, doll, we can let go of things down here…” Her voice vibrated against the soft flesh of your left breast as she sucked down, sure to leave dark marks across your skin. You allowed yourself to relax, leaning over her shoulders for support as you held her close, her mouth barely parting from your body.

The heel of her palm began hitting your clit and the depraved noises from your cunt mixed with the sound of the record player in the corner as you were dragged closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. When you did come, you tried to snap your thighs shut but Donna standing between them prevented you from doing so, finding yourself wrapping your legs around her slender waist instead. She soothingly shushed you as you trembled, gently pulling up your blouse to cover your breasts once more, her hand coming up towards your face.

You opened your mouth to lap against her fingers, licking them clean of your wetness as her dark eyes burned into yours with lust.

You could both eat lunch after, you reasoned.

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