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[ranchracoon]

Fan-Fics & One-shot master post

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One-Shots

Mother Miranda

Donna Beneviento/Angie

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Dimitrescu Daughters x Reader

Alcina Dimitrescu

Other

Fan Fics

Devour (Dimitrescu Sisters x Fem Reader)

Phantom of House Beneviento (Donna Beneviento x Fem Reader)

Make Me Yours (Mother Miranda x Alcina Dimitrescu x Female Original Character)

Body, Flesh, and Bones (Alcina Dimitrescu x Female OC)

To Be The One (Mother Miranda x Fem Shifter MC)

Request Rules

1.) Must be over 18.

2.) Please be specific in your request.

Do you want smut, fluff, angst, etc?

Resident lover or Resident Evil?

Do you want it x reader?

What genders do you want all characters (female, intersex, non-binary, etc)?

3.) I only write female, non-binary, or gender neutral reader/MC

4.) I will never, ever write: underage (unless 100% platonic), regression/age play, rape, beastiality (does not include monsters), fisting, necrophelia, oculolinctus,  piquerism, direct incest (sister x sister, Alcina x daughter, etc),  Acrotomophilia (amputation fetish/kink), vore, surgical/medical, hooks, lactation, spit, or urine/scat. Everything else is pretty much on the table.

[ranchracoon]

"To Be The One" Ch. 12 Connections

Chapter 11

What was she expecting? Miranda to suddenly change her ways? Open up for her? Treat her like a partner? What wishful thinking. Instead she is treated like a lab rodent; hooked up every day to test her blood for any changes because that's faster than any other method. Faekah watches Miranda closely, she's jittery like she consumed too much coffee. Every morning she tests Faekah's blood, sighs when nothing has changed, then leaves. Where does she go? Today she is going to find out. Why? She knows deep down if she leaves it'll upset Miranda, but maybe negative attention is better than no attention. 

Faekah opens the door from the cabin and steps outside for the first time, in what feels like forever. The crisp mountain air hits her and makes her shiver but she inhales deeply as she wraps her arms around herself. This is a mistake. She doesn't have anything to keep herself warm, Miranda will be mad. She could shift but if she is pregnant that could harm the embryo. Faekah breathes in another deep breath before glancing back at the cabin then taking a determined step forward. She's a good tracker, there's enough snow on the ground she can retrace her steps and if it starts to snow again she'll head back. She won't go far. 

She follows a path through the trees that's worn from years of use, so worn that nothing grows on the path anymore and even the snow seems to avoid it. It leads her to a clearing that gives her an entire view of the village. She takes it in even as the air picks up and makes her shiver again. She makes out a castle, in the distance a lake, and her eyesight may be good but even she cannot see past the thick fog that appears to settle in one section. Below is the village where she can see people eagerly attempting to survive but something catches her attention. On the outskirts, if she hadn't caught them moving she wouldn't have noticed them. Someone in a snow camo suit that blends with the dead foliage. She stares, maybe she's just imagining it, but then they reach up to press something against their head and that confirms her suspicion. 

She should head back, this doesn't concern her, yet she doesn't stop her feet from following the path down the steep embankment toward the village. Maybe Faekah can subdue the person and present it to Miranda. She shakes her head. Bringing presents like a cat to their owner. Pathetic. She swore to herself she would never allow another person to make her feel inferior, or small or beg for affection. So why is she still making her way to this person? What does she hope to accomplish? How will she even find Miranda once she has the person?

That makes her pause. 

Too long. 

She has her eyes on the target, and they see her in return. 

Shit. 

"Faekah?"

She snaps her head over to the sound of her name to see Miranda standing there. She's in her usual garb with the return of her mask, but here, she appears Goddess-like. Surrounded by dirt, grime, and decay she appears clean, holy, radiant. Even Faekah feels the compulsion to not gaze upon her. The people around drop to the ground, bowing their heads in respect as Miranda crosses over to her. 

"What are you doing here?" She asks hushed but firmly. 

"There's..." she points to find her target gone. 

She feels like a child about to be scolded by their parent, adamant that there's a reason for her to disobey. 

"You need to leave, now," Miranda orders. 

"Miranda," sings a man's voice. 

Miranda turns around, shielding Faekah from the group that approaches, the people who were once bowing in the sleet now rush to hide in their homes. There's five of them with one in the middle who must be the leader,  Miranda and herself could easily take them but her eyes drift to the rooftops and alleyways. Sure enough her instinct stands correct when a person wielding a sniper rifle appears on one of the rooftops. The approaching group halts a fair distant away, enough they can speak plainly but far enough they could react if Miranda or her attacks. Classic. 

"You know, I don't take kindly to being ignored," says the man. 

Miranda says nothing which makes the man scoff. He reaches into a bag and pulls out a folder. 

"I have what you want, and you have what I want. I consider myself a forgiving man so, I'm willing to give you this, the answers you seek, in exchange for the girl with no bloodshed. Despite you ignoring me. Or, we can do this the hard way and I start burning your..." the man looks around with a look of disgust, "precious village."

"How do you know what I want?" Miranda asks.

"Please, you're not exactly quiet about it. This here has names. Everyone infected with your mold, and all of it's strains. Years of research at your finger tips."

"What if this is a wild goose-chase to keep me occupied while you squander the opportunity I currently have?"

 "You remember your little disaster in Louisiana? Well, there were survivors, and I hear one of them is entirely reanimated by your mold. Or at least a strain of it."

"So?"

"And they have a child."

Miranda pauses. Faekah looks at her with a hint of worry as she connects the dots.

"Miranda, you know it wouldn't work. We even discussed it, the host would take over-"

"Silence," Miranda orders. 

"Your decision Miranda, just give us the girl," the man says. 

Faekah gently grabs onto Miranda's arm, "you cannot actually be considering this! What about all those things you said?"

Miranda tugs her arm away, "oh please. I said what I said to get what I wanted. You actually believed it? That I have feelings for you? For all you know those feeling could be utter contempt."

The man tosses the folder at Miranda's feet, the impact making the ends of her robe shift slightly and sleet splatter on it. Faekah's heart shatters. She drops her hands as two people break off from the group and surround her, one of them grabbing her arm. She yanks it away and turns to walk in the direction they guide her. She doesn't look at Miranda. 

"Pleasure doing business Miranda," the man says. 

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[ranchracoon]

Escort

Modern Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem Sex Worker

Requested by: SuhHYEWON1

*NSFW Warning*

*strap use, strap blow job, oral*

It takes less than an hour for her to arrive, surprising considering Alcina works in the heart of downtown but also, it's the dead hour. No one but people like this woman and herself working at these hours. She's stunning, well duh, of course she is but a different kind of stunning. Not some pretty face she'd find at a bar, no this woman has been born and raised high class. Clearly must be the 'ceo special'. Crimson red hair with a phthalo red dress, skin that matches the obsidian accent of the office. 

"Valentina?" Alcina asks. 

"That's correct," the woman answers, "Miss Dimitrescu."

Even her voice sends a wave through Alcina's spine, the thinly veiled facade of composure slipping. Valentina. That's a beautiful name, she doubts it's her real name but maybe that's apart of the appeal. Alcina stupidly used her real name, but perhaps Valentina assumes the same about her. Valentina gently sets her coat and purse down on one of the chairs opposite the desk before stalking around it to where Alcina is sitting, she wastes no time that's for certain. She forcibly spins Alcina's chair around and cages Alcina with her arms on each side. Then she slowly straddles Alcina's lap, testing the weight on the chair before continuing and fully sitting on her lap. Alcina can feel her heartbeat from her throat down to between her legs, Valentina smiles politely with a seductive look from her hooded eyes before she cups Alcina's face and joins their lips. 

Alcina melts instantly, falling into routine and familiarity as her arms wrap around Valentina's body to pull her closer as Valentina grinds on Alcina's lap. The skin tight dress that Valentina is wearing rides up past her thighs and Alcina's hands greedily grope down her body to the perfectly toned legs, pushing the dress further up. Valentina lets out a moan of encouragement as she deepens the kiss, turning it more heated as Alcina fully lifts the dress to expose a red, lace thong. Valentina breaks the kiss and sits upright, grinding her hips further as Alcina leans in and kisses her neck. Valentina sighs feeling the hardened erection through the pants, Alcina squeezes Valentina's ass pushing her further into the erection and making her shiver. Valentina maneuvers her hands on Alcina's chest to push her back against the chair, she sits up and slides her legs off the chair until she's standing again. 

Slowly she rotates her hips as she releases Alcina's chest and drags her hands over her body to the edges of Alcina's pants. Valentina unclips the belt, draws down the zipper to release the large dildo that springs free. She looks up at Alcina, maintaining eye contact as she draws her tongue along the base to the tip before taking it into her mouth. Alcina shivers, even though she can't feel it the thought alone sends a spark of arousal through her body. This woman takes the whole thing down her throat, sucking it as if it were real. Alcina watches her entranced, the way her head bobs up and down to make sure the strap is coated in saliva. Valentina's nails dig into Alcina's thighs each time she takes the full length, clearly trying to remain composed and that makes Alcina smirk. She rests a hand on the back of Valentina's head and thrusts up to force a gag out of her. 

"Stand up," Alcina orders, removing her hand from Valentina's head.

Valentina listens, releasing the dildo and wiping the bit of drool from the corner of her mouth as she stands. Alcina breathes heavily as she stands as well, pushing the chair back before she forcibly grabs Valentina's hips and lays her on the desk. Objects cascade off the edges but Alcina doesn't care, she can replace anything broken, right now she only has eyes for the woman in front of her. Valentina wraps her arms around Alcina's shoulders as she drags her hands over Valentina's thighs to her thong. Alcina pushes the thong aside as her strap probes her cunt, she uses one hand to stroke Valentina's clit making her moan quietly. 

"No one is here, I want to hear you. If you stop, I stop," Alcina threatens. 

"Yes ma'am," Valentina replies. 

Alcina slides in and Valentina moans loudly, tilting her head back and Alcina attacks her neck once again. She kisses and sucks on the flesh as she begins thrusting, her hand still circling Valentina's clit. Valentina moans, digging her nails into Alcina's back as the desk creaks and rocks from the force. 

"Oh you feel so good, you're so big," Valentina moans. 

Normally it slips out like second nature, this time a part of her means it. The strap stretches her deliciously and hits her cervix in a perfectly blend of pain and pleasure. Valentina moans loudly, not even her usual fake moans but genuine, deep moans. Alcina keeps flicking her clit and thrusts hard and fast, she wants this woman to come undone on her, she wants to watch the pleasure plaster her face. Valentina arches her back, her erect nipples grazing over Alcina's as she squeezes Alcina with her thighs. Alcina pushes a little harder on her clit and Valentina gasps loudly as her orgasm rips through her unexpectedly. Her entire body tenses, she shivers and grasps onto Alcina tightly, her thrusts become slower until she stops entirely. Valentina gasps again and pants heavily as she slowly unclenches and relaxes with a flood of warmth overtaking her body. 

Alcina places another kiss against Valentina's neck before slowly pulling out, a rush of cold hair hitting her slick makes her moan and shiver. Alcina stands upright, undoing her pants further to remove the strap, tossing it aside onto the chair. She checks the time then looks down at the woman sprawled over her desk. 

"When you can, follow me," Alcina orders. 

She walks around the desk to the set of couches adjacent to it with a coffee table between them. Alcina scoots the table aside and props herself on one of the couches with her pants still undone. Valentina gets up from the desk, her legs a little shaky but she composes herself quickly and fixes her underwear before going over to where Alcina is. She doesn't need instructions, she gets on her knees in front of Alcina and pulls down her pants further to give her access to Alcina's cunt. Alcina smirks at how she immediately knows. Alcina spreads her legs further and Valentina dives in, her mouth cupping Alcina's cunt before her tongue slides in and flicks her clit. Alcina sighs and rests her head on the back of the couch, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation. Valentina is very gifted. Her tongue swirls Alcina's clit just the way she likes, then drags down and back up licking up her slick. Alcina sighs again. 

"Yes, just like that," she breathes out. 

Valentina continues, rolling her clit, licking her up and down with force, then back to the clit pressing down on it with her tongue then flicking it side to side. Alcina lets out a little groan as her hips start to lift off the couch getting close to her own orgasm. Valentina grazes her teeth over Alcina's clit, then sucks it and Alcina shivers. Her orgasm is lighter, she trembles and sighs heavily as her thighs attempt to crush Valentina's head. Valentina licks up Alcina's slick then sits back up on her heels before standing and wiping her mouth, Alcina breathes out and fixes her pants as clarity comes back. Valentina picks up her purse from beside Alcina, she opens it and takes out a card and pen, scribbling something on it before setting it beside Alcina. 

"My personal number," Valentina says quietly before leaving the office. 

[ranchracoon]

Beg Pt. 2

Beg Part 1

Omega Alcina Dimitrescu x Alpha Fem Reader

Requested by: SuhHYEWON1

*NSFW Warning*

*blow job while sleeping, pregnant Alcina, knotting*

A pregnant omega in her final trimester is insatiable. You feel bad for the poor staff that have gotten in her way, or found the you knotted inside her waiting for it to pass. They thought your ruts and her heats were bad, this is ten fold. After a check up with Mother Miranda she finds you passed out on the bed.

But she can't help herself. 

You got her into this position; swollen belly, swollen ankles, always hungry, always horny, but better than the first trimester when she was nauseous all the time. How dare you get to sleep when she's over here carrying your babies, unsatisfied, and frankly pissed because of her brother Heisenberg. You roll over and Alcina smirks as she carefully lifts the covers off you, she eases her fingers around your pants and pulls them down just enough for your cock to be exposed. She watches your carefully as she takes you flaccid cock in her mouth and begins sucking, her tongue encompassing the tip which instantly gets you aroused and start hardening in her mouth. She smirks as she continues to suck your cock, taking it down to the base then to the tip and fondling your balls a little which makes you moan in your sleep. 

That's right. You groan again and your hips instinctually buck up and she takes all of your cock greedily. Her free hand reaches underneath her dress and under her underwear to her clit, rolling it around as she feels how wet she already is. You grunt and pant heavily as she teases your slit with tongue and your knot forms at the base of your cock, she moved her hand to stroke it, feeling the muscles and veins pulsate underneath the warm flesh. She strokes it, releasing your cock to lick it and suck the side before going back to sucking you off again. You grunt and thrust your hips up, cumming inside her mouth. She swallows just as she's about to orgasm herself from masturbating. Suddenly a hand grips her hair and pushes her down, forcing your knot past her lips and into her mouth as she continues to swallow your load. 

She reaches her peak and orgasms, her body trembling as she moans on your knot, her pussy clenching around air wishing you were inside her. She looks up and sees you looking down at her, your sleepy eyes now wide awake as you remove your hand and she brings her head up. Your knot slipping from her lips and a trail of saliva connecting your tip to her lips when she pulls away. 

"Get on top," you order. 

She listens. Her inner omega loving the way you command her as she straddles your hips and moves aside her underwear so she can sit on you. You guide your cock into her as she sits down, fully taking you, knot and all before she begins grinding her hips back and forth. 

"You feel so good inside me," she moans. 

You love it. Your hands stroke her pregnant belly as she rides you, the thought of impregnating her again gets you going. She's carrying your baby. Yours. A sense of possessiveness overcomes you and you growl lowly, thrusting your hips up and making her moan as she bounces on your cock. 

"Just like that," you groan. 

Alcina continues to ride you, her orgasm rising to the surface as she shivers and clenches around you making you groan loudly. Your knot swelling and locking inside her once more as you cum hard and deep again. Alcina moans and slows her hips as she rides out her orgasm loving the way your hot seed fills her. Alcina leans over and kisses you gently, you kiss her back before she leans back up and gets herself comfortable on your knot. 

"I hope you had a good nap, because you're not going anywhere."

[ranchracoon]

Insatiable Pt. 2

Insatiable Pt. 1

Omega Daniela Dimitrescu x Alpha Fem Reader

Requested by: Max_El_Deafo

*NSFW*

*Pregnancy sex, knotting*

There's a shift in the air. Daniela, while normally unable to go a few days without teasing you has been avoiding you. She's locked you out entirely from her room, forcing you to take refuge on one of the couches inside the library. Her sisters aren't much help either; Bela and other betas are the only ones allowed inside the room, while you, Cassandra, and even Lady Dimitrescu are greeted with threats and growls. You confided in Lady Dimitrescu, but instead of comfort she only gave you a knowing smile and said not a word leaving you feeling more alone than before. You have a theory as to why she's acting this way, she's exhibiting all the signs of an omega nesting which means eventually she'll allow you in. But when?

If your theory is correct, and you're 99% certain it is, that means she's pregnant or wants to be and every inch of you is screaming to be beside her. Hold her hand, care for her needs, but omegas are territorial about two things: their nests and their babies. She'll let you in, and you just have to be patient. You sit by the door every day, watching the betas enter and exit throughout before you retire to bed and repeat the process the very next day. Finally Bela comes out, bringing all the betas with her and she turns to you, the door slightly ajar and you catch a whiff of her. Your mate. Her normal strawberry smell while earthy and sweet, has now turned sugary and thick like syrup and it makes your teeth hurt. 

"She's ready," Bela says quietly. 

You stand abruptly and Bela holds a hand out to slow you before moving out of your way and leaving. With a breath for confidence you push open the door and find your mate awaiting you on the bed. You approach and wait, she looks you up and down and motions with her fingers for you to remove your clothing. Happily you do so, the room itself is stuffy and warm, not only from the roaring fire inside the fireplace but also from her intense heat. Carefully you climb over beside her and she slowly removes the blanket covering her. She's naked underneath, her breasts are swollen and plump and your eyes travel down to her belly. It's noticeably round but still in the early stages of growth. 

You reach out and lean over to put your head against it, closing your eyes and hearing the faint heartbeat from your sensitive hearing. Then another. Your eyes shoot open and you look up at Daniela who only smiles widely and holds up a two with her fingers. Oh the excitement that rises in you. You want to swing her around in joy, cover her in kisses and you can't help but lean up and kiss her deeply which she happily reciprocates. Her hands cupping your face as she holds you close to kiss you deeper.  When she breaks the kiss she looks over your face, her hands stroking your hair lovingly before trailing down to your shoulders. 

"I hope these last few weeks were restful for you.." Daniela says lowly. 

"I couldn't sleep a wink without you," you respond. 

"That's unfortunate, because you won't be getting any for the next few months."

A pregnant omega has an incredibly high sex drive, paired with Daniela's already unquenchable thirst sends a tingle up your spine. Daniela drags a hand between your breasts, down your stomach, and between your legs stroking your flaccid cock. You suck in a sharp breath as it instantly begins to harden from her touch and you lean forward to kiss her neck. Her scent becomes more acute, less sugary and more tart and citrus like as it mingles with your own. 

"lay back," Daniela moans. 

You remove yourself from her neck, laying on your back against the mound of pillows which prop you up slightly. Daniela shifts and straddles your lap, sitting just beneath your erection as she continues to stroke it. You moan softly and watch her as she sits up and slowly guides you inside her, both of you moaning in sync at feeling connected once more. You slide in easily from how wet she is and she sits her full weight on you as you reach up to rub her breasts. She sighs and begins rocking her hips back and forth on you then adds a little bounce. You groan loudly and thrust your hips up in tandem with her riding while your hands continue to message her breasts. Daniela tilts her head back and rests her hands on your chest, eagerly riding your cock faster and harder while you thrust in her. 

Your knot forms inside her, making her riding sloppier and your thrusts harder to make as she grips you and locks you inside. You groan loudly and cum hard, she halts her motions and moans, forgetting how much she missed feeling you inside her and the feeling of your cum. You buck your hips and carefully roll her onto her side, bracing on your knees and lifting one of her legs onto your shoulder. You begin thrusting again, knot fucking her and making her moan loudly as your knot threatens to probe out and back in but remains locked inside and stimulating her. Daniela gasps and latches onto your arm holding her leg as she orgasms, her walls clenching onto your knot and making you shudder. 

You cum again. If she wasn't already pregnant she would feel it from you filling her. Daniela lowers her leg, shifts around so you hug her from behind while remaining knotted inside her. She covers your bodies with a blanket just as a knock on the door stirs a growl from you. She hushes you and tells them to come in, it's a beta and you relax a little, hugging her tighter as your knot shifts inside her. The beta sets down a tray beside the nest before taking her leave, knowing from the smell of the room what has happened. She's a professional though. She bows her head and leaves the room promptly, you chuckle a little and shift your hips to force your knot deeper inside Daniela. She moans and bites her lower lip, rotating her hips to stimulate your knot. 

It's going to be a long few months indeed. 

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Body, Flesh, and Bones Ch. 12 "Trouble"

Chapter 11

Master Post

When you reenter the castle you see Bela standing off to the side away from the entry way, when you close the door she moves closer with her arms crossed. 

"Mother requests you, she's in her chambers" she says flatly. 

"Did...I do something?" You ask. 

"She didn't say."

"Thank you for telling me."

Bela scoffs and flies away, you make your way through the corridors, through the courtyard and eventually to the lady's chambers. You knock and wait for her to give you permission to enter, pushing the large door open then closing it behind you. The lady stands by the window where you say her previously, as you suspected she holds a cigarette in her holder and breathes it in deeply before exhaling slowly. You now realize the entire room smells slightly of smoke but the rest of the castle doesn't. How did you not notice before? 

"What else are you hiding from me?" The lady asks. 

"I-I'm not hiding anything ma'am."

"Those bodies weigh roughly 50 kilograms and you carried one as though it weighed 1 while it took four to carry the other. Bela also told me about the incident with the young girl, what was her name.."

"Zoey," you answer. 

"Yes. Zoey. So I ask again, what else are you hiding from me?"

"I'm afraid I don't know how to answer that."

"How unfortunate."

Before you can respond she yells for her middle child, Cassandra, making you flinch from the acute pinch on your ears. Cassandra appears, her lower half remaining in a swarm like form as she stands at attention. 

"Yes mother?"

"Take her to the dungeon but do not drain her. It's time we find out what she really is."

Cassandra flashes her teeth, thousands of flies swarm you and nip at your skin to try and get you to move but you plant your feet. You're not giving in that easily. There's a low growl and the flies continue ten fold, the skin instantly healing where they break skin. 

"Move!" Cassandra orders. 

"No!" You snap. 

There's a flash and you react by ducking just as her sickle flies through the air, cutting nothing but her reaction time is far superior. She changes instantly and hooks down toward you, her swarm making it impossible to break through as you try to dodge once again. Her sickle sinks into your thigh. The scream you release doesn't sound like you. It's high pitch, a mixture of animalistic and human that shatters the nearby windows. Your jaw tightens, your head pounds, your teeth feel like they are being ripped from your gums, blood pools below you as you reach up to touch your head. 

You do not feel flesh. 

You feel porous, slick, hardened, material. Your fingers trace around to the base and feel something protruding from the back of your head and you know that feeling in an instant; antler. The ridges are a dead giveaway as you run your hands back down the sides and you come to the conclusion that you're feeling bone. Your head is narrow, you squeeze your eyes shut as they vibrate and pulsate while you move your hands toward them to find them sunken in and the front of your face elongated like a horse with the skin missing. There's a substance covering the bone and when you finally force your eyes open to see, it's red with bits of black coating your fingers. 

"Fascinating."

Your head snaps up to Lady Dimitrescu who hovers over you, Cassandra by her side with her sickle sporting the same red and black mixture. Blood. Your blood? You hyperventilate as the room spins. 

"It might be time to write Mother Miranda."

Those are the last words you hear before the room becomes black. You remember feeling nauseous  and something hard hitting your body, most likely the floor. There's nothing. Maybe you died. That would be a blessing. You'd be away from this nightmare, you'd be with your grandma. You've never been suicidal, despite how bad home got because you always had your grandma, or the forest and the beings giving you comfort. Maybe that's the answer; this castle is big and falling apart in many areas, maybe you accidentally step on a precarious edge...

"That is a coward's way."

There's no voices, only a thought that sparks in your mind like a pop-up that you can't click away. Your eyes open and all you feel is an unquenchable thirst; thirst to survive, thirst for blood, thirst for feeling. There's darkness all around you but in a moment the edges become clear, the outline of a bucket, jagged walls, and the hardness of something below you. Sitting up comes with a symphony of creaks, groans, and snaps as you take in the rest of your surroundings. It's cold, damp, smells like the butcher's if it were riddled with mildew. The dungeon. Your hand absent mindedly rubs your thigh to feel a scar and rip in the fabric, then your hand shoots up to your head to feel your hair, flesh, warmth. 

With a sigh of relief you stand and approach the bars of your cell, looking through to try and capture any sign of...something. There's a flickering around the corner from a light and when you lean on the bars to get a better look they creak and groan, a few pebbles land on by your feet. These cells are old, with enough pressure they would break. You grab onto the bars and tug with all your strength, they creak, groan, crack, and more rocks fall which makes you pause. If you pull back, the ceiling will collapse and trap you. You need to be strategic and quick. You push on the bars, they continue to groan but do not budge. Taking steps back you get a running start and slam your full body against the bars. 

There's a pain in your shoulder but you are determined. You hit it again and this time the entire thing crumbles away, you land forward on the stone and broken bars with the cell buried in rubble behind you.  When the dust clears you scramble to your feet toward the light, rounding the corner and seeing a singular lit torch and a long hallway. Even though you can see, you take the torch from it's holster and walk through the hallway, coming to another opening that has cells on each side filled with archaic torture devices. In the corner there's an opening in the ceiling that illuminates a set of stairs. Before you head there a low growl catches your attention and sets off every alarm bell in your body. It sounds more like a groan then growl, and there's a metallic dragging noise following it. 

Using the torch you turn aside and come face to face with a skeletal figure wearing a hood. You yell in surprise, and react by swinging the torch across the figure's body, catching the cloak on fire. It screams and raises a sword but the movements are clunky and slow as the sword lands beside you lazily and the creature turns to a pile of ash. 

"Well...." you start. 

Another groan. 

"You got to be kidding me..." you mutter. 

You spin around and beeline for the stairs as the cells around you creak open and groans follow the sounds of your shoes on the stone. The stairs are worn, every two steps more worn than the others and you nearly trip from the dip in them, dropping the torch. It doesn't matter, you leave it. The stairs lead you to a wooden pantry with hanging 'meat' from the ceiling. You squirm, the hanging limbs mixed with hooves looks straight from a horror film and when you try to pass through the floor is slippery with residue. Despite it all, your stomach growls and your throat burns for relief, the sudden urge to bite into the raw meat makes your teeth ache. You shake your head and find yourself in the kitchen, a quick glance out the window shows only moonlight. 

Now what?

Right. You didn't think this through. You escaped the dungeon but now what? If Lady Dimitrescu finds you, there will be consequences. If one of her daughters finds you, also consequences. You could try and escape but you'll be greeted with mountains. Who knows how far the nearest town is. The dungeon isn't an option because of those, things. You're trapped in more ways than one like the guy who sawed his arm off after being trapped by a rock. Groaning behind you makes you hurry through the kitchen to the hallway that leads to the dining room to stop dead in your tracks. 

Before you is a maid, one of the older kitchen staff if you remember correctly, and a familiar black cloak with the hood covering the face. The maid sees you first and attempts to scream from surprise but a gloved hand covers her mouth. The figure turns to see you, her golden eyes visible even in the dim light before they narrow. 

"What are you doing?!" 

It's Bela. Your eyes drift between the maid and her before you look behind you to see another creature come into view, dragging its sword behind it with a low groan. Bela leaves the woman who runs off toward the dining room and comes between you and the creature, her sickle at the ready and illuminating in the moonlight. She looks over her shoulder at you, her height shadowing you. 

"What did you do?" She asks through gritted teeth. 

[lesbianjaxsondart]

if you put the new harry potter show on my dash in any way it's gonna be an automatic unfollow from me, guys. like. it's 2026. come the fuck on

[artxssa]

How to piss of the Lady of the House [speedrun, no cheats, any %]

I am reviving my Lady D phase and no one can stop me

[bluemuffin-draws]

Grace having the most kissable face

[ghostlygreen-arts]

Egg Hunt

[bio-requem9]

Thinking toxic yuri with grace and bela...🤔

"Don't feel bad for wanting me so much, my love..." - Bela Dimitrescu

It seems that Grace feels a little guilty for wanting and desiring Miss Bela Dimitrescu so much. But we can't judge Grace, because Bela is a beautiful and irresistible woman.

*I'm sorry, I'm still learning how to color my artwork.😔✊🏻*

[cheshire-cat-talks]

[sirensoutro]

Bela Dimitrescu and Grace Ashcroft are the best thing for my mental right now

[ranchracoon]

Take Charge

Alpha Dimitrescu Family x Omega Fem Reader

Requested by: SuhHYEWON1

*NSFW Warning*

*Knotting, slight humiliation kink, masturbation, oral*

Many like to believe that Alphas are the ones who make the rules, take what they please, and everyone else has to obey. That may be true in some places, but not in the castle Dimitrescu. A house of four fearsome alphas, known for their blood thirst, and rage, are ruled by none other than their omega, and Mother Miranda of course. The only omega brave enough to volunteer herself when requested by the head of the house, Alcina Dimitrescu, to 'help' during her rut. The daughters however, also took a liking to her and so began numerous spouts of fights. Yet with a commanding tone they bent to her will, obey her every order, and even Alcina herself finds herself submitting to her voice.  The staff, made up entirely of betas, has never felt more at ease. The ruthless killings have all but ceased, they do not work tirelessly in fear but now breathe a little easier all because of you. 

That isn't to say you don't get an immense power trip because of it. Four alphas all to yourself, to please you whenever you wish, cater to your every demand, and protect you should the need arise. Once thought to never amount to anything, having to forcibly marry in order to survive, and you're now treated second only to the Reverend Mother herself. Of course in front of Mother Miranda, the other lords, and even the occasional guest you act like the loyal, pretty, little omega that you are. Standing beside Alcina proudly, but not too proud, and her boasting about you whenever she can. When the doors shut though, they practically worship the ground you walk on. 

Alcina especially. 

Behind closed doors no one would expect her to take demands from you. Omegas are supposed to be submissive, obey their alphas, yet the head of the household is currently running her fingers along your back. She messages the muscles, loosening the stubborn knots that have formed in your shoulders and back. Occasionally you moan and arch your hips a little, pressing against the erection poking from under her dress. You know exactly what you're doing. She doesn't take, she easily could, but she continues to work your back and sides, then your legs getting you on the tip of dozing off. That wouldn't be fair though, and because of her magical fingers you decide to let her have some fun. You arch your back, letting the blanket fall and expose your soaking cunt which stains the front of her dress. 

"Go ahead," you say. 

She instantly removes her dress and pushes between your legs, her large hands grasping onto your hips. She glides in and you moan loudly at how much she fills you. She thrusts deeply but knows not to rush, letting you stretch and fit to her. You moan again and clutch onto whatever you can. She growls lowly, possessively, her lips finding her favorite spot in the crook of your neck. Her thrusts become shallower and slower as her knot forms inside you, making you groan from the slight pain and pleasure mixed into one. When her legs start to tense and tremble you know she's about to cum, and you tighten your hold on the bedding as she thrusts in sporadically. Then you feel it. Her warm cum shooting inside you, filling you further than you imagined and another orgasm ripples through your body making Alcina moan as she attempts to shove her knot in further. Alcina purrs quietly and kisses your neck as you stroke her shoulder, laying there in a slight daze as she pumps her cum into you.

*          *          *

Daniela loves to give more than receive, while the others usually seek you out she's the one you look for. She kisses up your thighs sweetly, your legs resting on her shoulders as she reaches your cunt. You spread your legs for her wider to give her more room and she dives in, her tongue running along your soaking cunt as she laps you up. You arch your back and moan softly again, her warm tongue touching all the right places especially when it enters you and wriggles around. You love it when she does that. She devours you like her last meal, as if you hold the key to her survival, and boy do you enjoy every single second. She runs her teeth along your clit and sucks hard which makes you curl your toes, then she returns to flicking it side to side with her tongue. Your hands fumble and tangle into her hair pushing her down as your orgasm ripples through you. Your body tenses, trembles, you gasp and grind your cunt against her face as your thighs hug her tightly and she continues to lap you up. 

When you sigh and release her head she slowly sits up, the reward of her work covering the edges of her mouth. You smile brightly and hold your hand out and she instantly places her cheek upon it. Your thumb brushes along her cheek lovingly, a silent praise and thanks. Daniela chuffs softly and you look down between her legs to see her poor erection begging for attention. Part of you wants to say no, let her suffer for her little outburst with her sisters earlier, but you're feeling rather generous tonight. 

You nod. 

Daniela wastes no time spreading your legs further and slipping her cock in with ease. She's not as big but you love the feeling of her being inside you regardless. She thrusts and the slight curve of her cock hits all the right nerve endings and make your sensitivity bearable. Daniela is so patient but she barely starts thrusting before her knot presses against your entrance. She thrusts in as deeply as she can and cums hard, her legs trembling as she moans and presses down on top of you. Her knot locks her in and you moan from feeling her fill you, wrapping your legs around her waist as she trembles again. You cup her face and bring her lips to yours, tasting yourself on them. 

*         *         *

You have the most fun with Cassandra. Other than her mother she's the most possessive, having the hardest time sharing and she makes that frustration well known. Often taking it out on the poor maids who happen to cross her paths, but that's where your fun starts. Cassandra, chewing out a maid who accidentally spilled a little mop water, threatening to slice her open down the middle...yadda yadda. Usual Cassandra stuff. You saunter into the hallway, the poor beta latching onto you with her eyes, desperate for aid. You cut between Cassandra and the beta, brushing your hand only slightly against Cassandra's chest. 

"Come," you order. 

Oh how she tries to protest, and you can only imagine the flurry of emotions and thoughts toiling on her face: anger for interrupting, curiosity for what you have in store for her, she needs to listen, she needs to punish, if she listens that undermines her authority, if she doesn't she'll never get anything again. She ends up following you closely, her feet practically catching on your heels from how she hovers. Once in the comfort and safety of being alone in a room, you spin around, grab her by the shoulders, and push her down onto the nearest surface you can find which happens to be an old chair. 

"Y/N...I really don't appreciate..." Cassandra starts, trying to maintain her status. 

"Do you want me to fuck you?" You interrupt. 

Cassandra closes her mouth instantly. 

"That's what I thought. Now..."

You wave your hand for her to pull up her dress and she does so as you shimmy off your underwear from under your skirt. You secretly hate wearing it, but for moments like this it does come in handy. Cassandra watches you intently as you kneel between her legs and take her cock with one hand then the tip with your mouth. You're not about to be fucked dry. Cassandra moans softly and tilts her head back as you suck her with your tongue swirling around her tip. She hardens in your mouth, growing in length and girth making it more difficult to take all of her but you try anyways. You go as deep as you can before gagging and stroking the rest of her with your hand. When she's nice and wet you release her cock and stand up, straddling her lap with your hands on her shoulders for stability. 

Cassandra wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you tightly to her chest as you slowly sit down on her. Moaning softly as she stretches you and fills you, rocking your hips slightly to get comfortable as her tip hits your cervix. Cassandra buries her face into your neck, nipping and sucking on the flesh. Despite the rules: no permanent marks outside of the mating marks, Cassandra loves to leave bruises along your neck, collarbone, and breasts. Using one hand you unbutton the top of your uniform and Cassandra dips her head to your breasts, sucking and biting on them as she thrusts upward. You moan softly and start riding her, rocking your hips back and forth with a little bounce. Cassandra growls lowly as she bites particularly hard on one of your breasts making you gasp and clutch onto her tightly. 

"Hey! Behave yourself or I leave right now," you threaten. 

Cassandra huffs and releases your breast, kissing where she bit and then takes one of the nipples and sucks on it. You forgive her very quickly. You moan and continue riding her, picking up speed as she thrusts up occasionally making you lurch forward with your breasts further in her face. You pant softly as Cassandra manages to bring a hand between your bodies and start rubbing your clit. 

"Oh yes. Just like that," you moan. 

It doesn't take very long before your orgasm comes to the surface. Her playing with your clit, her cock deeply inside you and threatening to break through your cervix. You bounce faster until you slam down and let your orgasm ripple through you, warmth overtaking your entire body as you tremble. Cassandra grips onto you tighter, her fingers still twirling your sensitive clit as she thrusts upwards and cums hard. Her knot firmly set inside you. You groan from the sensation, loving and slightly addicted to the feeling of one of them cumming inside you. You can't get enough and you know Cassandra is more than happy to oblige. 

"Such a good girl.." you praise, stroking Cassandra's head.

*           *            *

 "What would the maids think, seeing you like this?" You purr. 

Bela tugs against her restraints, her hands tied behind the chair with her legs spread and her cock fully erect with precum dripping down the shaft. The room is cold. Not cold enough to harm but enough that she can't swarm free. You reach down and stroke her cock, it twitches and throbs from it and Bela groans softly. 

"Respectful Bela, cock out, whimpering to be touched," you say. 

She sucks in a sharp breath when you stop touching her, standing upright as you trail your hand around her shoulders. 

"Would they laugh? Point? Maybe one of them might want to join."

Bela growls lowly, her chest rumbling, "no."

"What's that?" You ask coyly. 

"No...I don't want them..."

You smile and take her cock again, using the precum as lube to stroke her again, "who said it would be for you?"

Bela snaps her eyes to you as you continue, "maybe I'll let one of those Betas have their way with me. Or maybe bring one of your sisters in. Have you watch the whole time. Me being fucked by someone else."

Bela groans loudly as you stroke her tip, your fingers squeezing her lightly as you milk more precum out of her. 

"You would like that wouldn't you? Watching someone else bring me to my orgasm? Then fucking you while knowing someone else's cum is inside me."

Bela shivers and gasps, her knot forms at the base of her cock and with a firm squeeze she cums over her chest, painting her breasts and part of your hand with her cum. She sighs softly and looks down just as you bring your hand up to her mouth. 

"Look at the mess you made. Clean it up."

Bela sticks her tongue out and licks her own cum off your hand, moving it between your fingers to get every last drop. You smirk and stand upright as you twist the chair around to face the bed. You lay on the bed with your cunt exposed to her as you begin stroking your clit and looking down at her. 

"Well, since you came already I guess I'll have to pleasure myself. Should you cum again before I do, I'm leaving you there the entire night."

Bela whimpers softly and tugs against her restraints again as you moan, pinching and rolling your clit. You rest your head back and grope your breast, moaning louder on purpose. You can hear the chair creaking from Bela trying to break free as you spread your legs further. 

"Oh yes..." you gasp. 

You run your fingers down and plunge them inside you. They're not nearly as satisfying but will get the job done. You finger yourself and use your thumb to stroke your clit all while Bela watches. She sucks in breaths as your arousal fills the room. She tugs again on her restraints, her cock throbbing once more as she watches. You sigh and flick your clit faster, your hips raising off the bed as you come to the peak of your orgasm and groan. Your hips drop and ride your fingers as your orgasm waves down your body to your toes. Slowly you stop rolling your clit, pull out your fingers and sit up to see Bela whimpering, her cock throbbing and on the verge of exploding. You lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees. 

"Cum for me baby."

Bela groans as she tilts her head back again, her cock bobbing as she cums all over herself once again.  

[ranchracoon]

"To Be The One" Ch 11. A Decision

Chapter 10

Trigger warning: artificial insemination, some medical practice, and also NSFW

"Me?" Faekah repeats. 

"That is what I said," Miranda responds. 

There's a gleam in her eye as she fully examines Faekah, as if seeing her for the first time, "you would be perfect in fact."

Miranda reaches out and cups Faekah's cheek, a spark of heat rushes through Faekah's body as Miranda's taloned fingers dig into her flesh. 

"Your shifting abilities might be an advantage. Able to withstand the rapid changes. The only other possibility is to have a host made from pure mold, or preferably their child."

Faekah swallows nervously, "that wouldn't work. The host would overtake and Eva's essence would be destroyed. Or you would have another Eveline on your hands."

Miranda removes her hand after lingering there too long, Faekah lowers her head slightly from the missing heat. 

"I suppose I could find another. One untainted by the mold..." she draws on. 

Faekah looks up instantly, the sudden burst of...jealousy? Panic? Either way she opens her mouth. 

"I'll do it."

The weight of her words crashes down on her, her shoulders slump, her breath hitches, everything feels tight and wound up. Miranda looks at her from underneath that infernal, golden mask; her grey eyes examining Faekah like another specimen which makes her skin crawl. She panics. Why did she agree? What did she just agree to? Why did she do that? Her mouth runs dry as Miranda faces her fully and reaches up to remove her mask. What is this woman doing to her? Her body rushes with heat, her heart hammers in her chest, Miranda is beautiful with a sharp chin, high but round cheeks, and a smooth round nose. Miranda reaches up and removes the hood from her head, exposing her blond hair which is slicked back under, what she hopes, is layers of gel or hair product. What on Earth is she doing?

Miranda only smiles, not a sinister smile, but a small, hardly curved at the edges smile as she rests her hood and mask aside. She steps toward Faekah and cups her face again, this time with both hands, her head lowering to mere inches from Faekah's. If one of them were to wet their lips, their tongue would touch the other's lips. Faekah holds back every urge to do so. 

"If this works, I would be eternally indebted to you."

In a flash Miranda releases the poor girl and turns her back toward her lab equipment, "come. We have much work to do."

Faekah's body moves without her say so, subconsciously flowing into a routine and knowing the exact steps to take. Miranda would hold out her hand and she would give her what is needed without communication. Miranda combines the mutamycete, her DNA, and while Faekah is preoccupied, bows her head in prayer to the black God that this works. To bring back her darling Eva. The bundle is ready. She turns to face Faekah who still stands there like a poor fawn caught in headlights. 

"Come now," Miranda says softly. 

Miranda leads Faekah to a nearby gurney, adjusting it upward so she can sit comfortably as she climbs up and lays there awaiting more instructions. Miranda can hear her heartbeat, racing like a bunny's, or one of her conscious victims. Faekah is neither though. Miranda sighs softly and sets aside the bundle before standing beside Faekah, brushing a hand through her hair. 

"I don't know what you have done, but somehow you have wormed your way through my cold exterior. I hate to admit it, but I fear I have developed feelings for you, and it pains me to say but I am willing to make you a deal. Should this work, or not, because of your willingness to even do so, once the outcome is determined. I will let you choose if you stay here in the village or not."

Faekah looks up at her, "you mean, you'll let me leave?"

"I will provide safe passage for you and means for you to live comfortably. I know you cannot return home, but I will give you a second chance. Just like you have been willing to give me."

Faekah's heart continues to pound, but she nods her head in understanding before Miranda places a soft, tender kiss upon her forehead. 

"Now, I need you to calm down."

Faekah takes slow, deep breaths, until her heart rate is at a reasonable speed then Miranda motions with her hand to remove her pants. That gets her nervous again. Miranda turns around to give her privacy, although she personally thinks it unnecessary considering what she's about to do. As Faekah removes all the clothes from her bottom half, Miranda removes her talons and the lace gloves over her fingers to replace them with nitrile gloves. 

"I'm ready."

Miranda turns back around and finds Faekah bare, her hands still resting above her pelvic area. It's adorable that she still tries to be modest. Miranda pulls a stool to the end of the gurney and picks up some prongs. 

"Now, I'm afraid I don't have any stirrups for your feet, so you'll have to spread your legs  the best you can because I need to insert this past your cervix."

Faekah swallows, her entire face bright red as she slowly spreads her legs. A little foreplay would have been nice but here she is, spread eagle. Miranda remains entirely neutral, professional, as if she's done this a hundred times. The prongs are cold and make Faekah tense and wince as they open her vaginal cavity to expose her cervix. She breathes to calm her self, she needs to remain relaxed. She feels a sharp pain in her cervix and tenses, she sucks in a breath and breathes out shakily as she tries to calm herself again. Then it's over. The prongs are removed and Miranda stands from her seat, moving over to beside Faekah as she takes her hand gently. 

"Now we wait, but if you're open to it, there is a way to...move things along."

"What?" Faekah asks. 

"Well, I'm not sure if there's a scientific explanation, but having an orgasm can help ensure insemination."

Faekah blushes again, her entire body heating up at the thought, "you...want me to masturbate?"

Miranda chuckles lowly, "if you want, or perhaps I could help you. Afterall, you might become pregnant with my child. It seems only fair I play a role."

Faekah wants to pass out, wishes the ground would open up and swallow her but at the same time she gets excited at the thought of Miranda...touching her. Faekah nods in agreement and Miranda smirks, removing her gloves slowly as she returns to the end of the gurney. Weirdly enough, in all of her fantasies about Miranda, they all did involve the lab and a gurney. Miranda brings back the stool and sits down, scooping her hands underneath Faekah's hips and pulling her down to where her legs rest on Miranda's shoulders. 

She greedily takes Faekah's whole cunt into her mouth, her tongue instantly darting out and finding its way inside her. Faekah moans and shivers, her hands clasp onto the sides of the gurney as pleasure rears up her spine. Miranda's tongue wiggles inside then she pulls out and attacks her clit, flicking it round and grazing it with her teeth. Faekah starts to rotate her hips, grinding down into her face. Miranda widens her mouth, her teeth adding the perfect amount of friction while her tongue moves in and out. Faekah throws her head back and grinds down harder, while Miranda tightens her grip on Faekah's thighs.

Miranda curls her tongue and buries it as deeply inside her as it can reach, she shifts her body downward as far as she can and begins grinding back. She removes one hand, shifts her body again, and plunges two fingers inside. Faekah moans loudly and bucks her hips, she loves the feeling of her fingers widening her and stretching her walls. The simultaneous stimuli of her clit being sucked, and being fucked by Miranda's fingers is perfect.

Every muscle starts to tighten as she rides her, the bubbling warmth rising in her abdomen and all it takes is one last grind downward. The friction on her clit, the feeling of Miranda's tongue inside sends her over the edge. Her thighs clench together on her head as she stops grinding and spasms with the waves of warmth and pleasure. She pants heavily as relief permeates her body and Miranda moans lowly, savoring every drop of her orgasm. She licks Faekah clean and slowly removes her head as Faekah's thighs shake.

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