Professor Alcina In Love With OC (by Stage) 1- Aloofness (indifferent) 2-Trying To Be Sympathetic Falsely.

Don't know if this has been ask if so ignore this lol.

To all the lords, dimitrescu sisters and mother miranda what is your type?

:D

(I'm going to have them all answer honestly because if we're being realistic they'd all lie either a little or about basically the entire question)

Alcina Dimitrescu: Adorable, tasteful, intelligent, amusing, talented, strong-willed *seductive tone* yet entirely submissive at the right times.

Donna Beneviento: *Swallows* U-understanding, caring... no... no... I-I just want someone... to-to really love me *sobs*...

Salvatore Moreau: Someone... *barely keeps down some acid* someone whlo is nod afraid uh me... *cries* l-loving... like in muh-muh movies... *fails to keep down acid, it gets all over the floor* (He doesn't say it but also someone who fits the mommy bill)

Karl Heisenberg: Heh, smart, pretty, witty, charmin', and most impordenly, they're a real fighter, don't let any motherfucker hold em down but occasionally ready to be held down. *realizes there are some similarities between his statement and the 'big bitch's', gags. He speaks after in a rare moment of vulnerability* Hones'ly, I just don' wanna be alone anymore... I got no one but Sturm at the momen'. *Grimaces* Speaking of the fucker... YOU STUPID SACK OF SHIT! I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS SICK FUCKING WORLD AND I'll TAKE YOU OUT OF IT!

Daniela Dimitrescu: *Giggles* I'd like an adorable little maid... romantic and pretty.

(Sorry I didn't do Bela and Cassandra I am really sleep deprived, I'll probably be back to edit and add them in the next two days)

Lady Dimitrescu Feeding on a FemReader (it's very sweet I promise) also lady d with fangs makes me feral

You are Alcina's favorite for a reason.

Requests open

MEN AND MINORS DNI!

The grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu were cloaked in moonlight, its silvery beams slicing through the towering stained-glass windows. The air was thick with the mingling scents of aged wine and candle wax, the kind of ambiance that thrummed with both elegance and danger. You stood in Alcina Dimitrescu's private quarters, your heart fluttering wildly as the towering figure of your mistress approached, her presence as commanding as ever.

“Ah, there you are,” she purred, her velvety voice sending shivers down your spine. “I’ve been waiting for you, my sweet little pet.”

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. Lady Dimitrescu’s golden eyes gleamed in the dim light as she stepped closer, her gaze locking onto you with a predatory intensity. She smiled, her crimson lips parting just enough to reveal the gleam of her sharp fangs.

“Do you know why I summoned you tonight?” she asked, her tone teasing as she reached out to trail a long, elegant finger down your cheek.

You managed a soft, shaky “No, my Lady,” though you had an inkling.

“Because I have been craving something… exquisite,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke. “And no wine in this castle can compare to the sweet ambrosia that flows within you.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you felt your knees weaken as her words wrapped around you like a silken ribbon. Alcina chuckled at your reaction, her deep, melodic laughter vibrating through the air.

“Such a shy little thing,” she said, her voice low and affectionate. “But you’ve always been my favorite for a reason.”

Before you could respond, Alcina cupped your face in her large, warm hands and tilted your chin upward, her thumb brushing against your trembling lower lip. Slowly, she leaned in, her lips capturing yours in a kiss so tender and passionate that it stole the very breath from your lungs. Her kisses were intoxicating, both commanding and gentle, leaving you utterly spellbound.

As her lips moved against yours, you felt her hands slide down to rest on your shoulders, her grip firm yet reassuring. Breaking the kiss, she pressed her forehead to yours, her eyes boring into your own.

“Are you ready, my sweet?” she whispered, her breath warm against your lips.

You nodded, unable to form words under the weight of her gaze.

Alcina guided you to sit on the plush chaise longue, positioning herself beside you with the grace of a queen. She tilted your head to the side, exposing the delicate curve of your neck. Her lips traced a slow, deliberate path along your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“You’re so perfect,” she murmured between kisses. “So deliciously perfect.”

Her fangs grazed your neck, and you gasped softly, your hands instinctively clutching at her dress. She paused, her lips curling into a soft smile.

“Relax, darling,” she soothed. “I would never hurt you.”

With that reassurance, her fangs sank into your flesh, the sharp pain quickly melting into a euphoric warmth as she began to drink. Each pull of her lips was slow and deliberate, a testament to her restraint and care. Her hand slid down to intertwine with yours, her fingers squeezing gently as if to remind you of her presence.

You felt yourself growing lightheaded, a haze of pleasure washing over you as Alcina fed from you with a reverence that made your heart ache. When she finally pulled away, her lips were stained with your blood, and her eyes shone with a satisfied glow.

“Mmm,” she sighed, licking her lips. “Exquisite, as always.”

Alcina reached for a cloth she had prepared earlier, dampened with warm water. With the utmost care, she dabbed at the small puncture wounds on your neck, her touch so tender it made your chest tighten.

“Such a good girl,” she whispered, her voice dripping with adoration. “So brave for me, so utterly delectable.”

Her words sent a surge of warmth through you, and you couldn’t help the shy smile that crept onto your lips. Alcina cupped your face again, her thumb brushing over your cheek as she gazed at you with an intensity that made you feel like the only person in the world.

“Do you know how much I cherish you?” she asked, her tone almost reverent. “You are mine, my sweetest treasure, and I will never tire of indulging in you.”

She kissed you again, slower this time, her lips lingering on yours as if she wanted to savor every moment. When she pulled back, she pressed a kiss to your forehead, her smile soft and loving.

“Rest now, my pet,” she said, gathering you into her arms. “You’ve given me everything I need, and now it’s my turn to care for you.”

hanging from the meat hook all by yourself, handsome?

DYING

HELL YEAH NOW WE'RE TALKING

SPEAK UP QUEEN, LET THE WHOLE WORLD HEAR YOU🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

incase someone needs this

Shes not, she’s taken, by me 🤪❤️🍷

If those are too heavy i can hold them for u babygirl 🫦

“All of this sorrow, I’ll consume…” 🍷