#Professor dimitrescu

[theauthor2103]

AU where Professor YN and Professor Dimitrescu share a dance together. Art by iandipen

You leaned back in your office chair, kicked your feet up on your desk, and rested the back of your head in your hands. It had been an extremely long day at the college grading midterms, each professor had been shut up in their office with their heads in papers and computers, laptops, and MacBooks. The students were enjoying their first day of spring break while you and the other professors were hard at work. The college halls were empty and eerily silent, which left you feeling unsettled. It was simply unnatural to for the school to be this quiet, there was always the sound of people walking up and down the halls, keys dangling from lanyards, pens and pencils writing on paper, the clicks of keyboards from people typing.

You decided to put on some music to calm your nerves while enjoying your lunch break. Most of the professors would be going to the break room to enjoy lunch provided by the Headmistress from a local restaurant. It was a nice way to end the quarter before going on break, but you decided not to go. It was your first year teaching at this college and you had too many papers to grade since you decided to take on an extra class. You you wanted to get home a decent hour rather than being stuck past 7pm. You decided to bring snacks to eat during the day instead of having a lunch, that way you wouldn’t get distracted by the staff lunch and could get work done. You knew that if you walked up to the professor’s lounge, it would be over. There would be no way you would get any more paper grading done, so you decided to work in your office and spend your lunch break dozing off for just a little bit while listening to the music play.

You smiled when the sound of Glen Miller’s Moonlight Serenade came on and sighed out. That song always calmed you down and put you at ease. You turned the volume up all the way, put the song on loop, and leaned back in your chair again. It wasn’t like there was anyone around that would complain about the music being too loud, and even so it was just Glen Miller. Who would ever complain about this song?

“Why Miss L/N, I didn’t take you for a fan of Glen Miller,” said a low voice from the door. You smiled and sat up in your chair to greet your friend, turning the music down a bit. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Professor Dimitrescu.” Alcina strut into your office and tutted at you.

“Sleeping on the job? I thought you said you would be getting your work done today, and yet here you are,” she sat down on your desk, pulling the ends of her skirt down, “lulling about.”

“Everyone deserves a nice break, Alcina. I believe it was you who originally told me that and stressed how important it is to not overdo it,” you said, eyes closed and leaned back in the chair.

“I believe what I said was don’t overdo it, not sleep on the job. Perhaps I should report your insubordination to the headmistress,” she teased you, smiling back.

“Snitch,” you teased back. Alcina rolled her eyes at you and stood up from your desk.

“I came to collect you for the spring break party,” the taller woman said, crossing her arms over chest.

“Oh, I’ve had my fair share of spring break parties. My parties days are over I’m afraid, but you kids have fun.” You waved your hand and playfully shooed her off

“Kids?” Alcina smiled at you and rolled her eyes, looking at a rubix cube, a stress ball, and some squishy dinosaur toys you had on your desk. “I’m older than you.” Alcina placing her hands on her hips and leaning on her foot. You felt your face blush and swallowed, the ends of Alcina’s mouth curving upward ever so slightly. The two of you had been flirting with each other ever since you started working at the college.

“It hardly shows. I swear, when I first met you I thought we were the same age.” She blushed and chuckled a little, her voice rumbling in her chest. You wanted to feel the vibration of her vocal cords in your mouth and kiss her. This little game of cat and mouse you two had been playing since the beginning of the year was itching away at you. You weren’t entirely sure if Alcina had the same feelings for you, or if she was just indulging herself.

“Charming as always,” Alcina said. “Now are you coming to lunch or not?”

“Eh, I don’t think so. As much as I’d like to, I won’t get any work done for the rest of the day if I go.”

“I can understand that,” Alcina nodded. Moonlight serenade began to play again and she smiled, slowly swaying her head back and forth. “I do so love this song.” You smiled up at her and stood from your chair, leaning against the desk.

“I do too. It really calms me down.”

Alcina smirked at you and batted her eyes gently. “Am I making you nervous?”

“No, no,” you chuckled nervously, “I just- you know, it’s been a long day with these papers. Just spikes up my anxiety sometimes. That’s all.”

“Well, don’t let me keep you from your work.” You frowned and felt your heart sink. You didn’t want her to leave, you wanted to spend more time with her. Work be damned, you could always come in tomorrow and do the rest.

“Oh no, no. You’re not keeping me from my work.” You tried not to seem too obvious and attempted to be cool about it, not wanting to come off as desperate. Again, the ends of her lips curved upwards as you walked over to her from the other side of the desk. She looked you up and down quickly, her face glowing from the sun’s rays, wrinkles and laugh lines more defined.

“Good,” she said, stepping closer. You were inches from each other. You could feel your face heating up and you had butterflies in your stomach. Alcina reached up for a loss button on your collar shirt and buttoned it up. “This was lose.” You both stepped forward slightly, the music ringing in your ears. For months now, you wanted to grab the older woman’s face and smash your lips onto hers hard, rip her clothes off, run your hands down her back and hold her close to you in your arms.

“Thank you,” you said. “Umm….” Should you take a chance? “Alcina, I was wondering….” What if she said no and rejected your advances? Did she actually like you, or was she just stringing you on? What if you mistook her friendship for something more? What if she felt uncomfortable by you and stopped talking all together?

“Yes YN?” Alcina asked, looking back into your eyes.

“Would you….” You were too nervous to ask her and instead let your body do it for you. You reached a hand up, offering a dance. Alcina blushed down at you and took it. You felt your face melt off from heat and your stomach leaped. You felt her fingers close around your hand and placed your hand on her hip while she rested hers on your shoulder. You awkwardly swayed back and forth on your feet and held Alcina close.

“YN, do you actually know how to dance?” Alcina asked chuckling. You were far too happy to care, lost in her beauty and enjoying this moment that you had been killing for.

“No, not really.”

“Well, perhaps I’ll teach you.”

“You know… I would really like that.”

“As would I.” You felt your heart melt and followed her lead, trying not to step on her feet. Having Alcina in your arms like this, dancing with her, moving your hips with hers, it was a dream come true. Not exactly how you pictured things going, but it was even better than what you imagined. You wanted more of Alcina, wanted to spend more time with her, wanted to know her better, you wanted her to love you back. You fell hard for this woman the day you met her and you were getting antsy and impatient after all these months of waiting. You didn’t want to scare Alcina off knowing she did not trust most people and waited patiently for her.

It finally paid off. Alcina rested her head on your shoulder and wrapped her arms around your neck. You locked your arms around her waist and held her close to your body. “You know, I’ve liked you for some time now, YN.”

“Really?” you smiled. Alcina lifted her head up slightly.

“Have I not made that clear with all the passes I’ve made and the flirtatious jokes?”

“Hahaha, no you have. I just… I respect you, Alcina. I know it’s hard for you to trust people and I don’t want to push you. But, I really like you.” You gently began rubbing her back softly as the music played on.

“Thank you, YN. I know I can be… difficult sometimes at reciprocating feelings.”

“Worth the wait, Professor.” Alcina smiled and looked at you. You stared back at her and grinned, leaning in to her face until her lips touched yours. Alcina gently caressed your face and deepened the kiss with you. You held her tightly against you, not ever wanting to let go of this perfect woman.

Yeah, the wait was definitely worth it.

#SoundCloud #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu AU #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu and reader #lady dimitrescu x YN #lady dimitrescu and YN #lady dimitrescu story #re8 #resident evil village #resident evil village AU #professor alcina dimitrescu #Professor dimitrescu #theauthor2103 #angstyanon0 #angstyanon😛 #resident evil 8 #should I continue this story with hot office sex?

[seasonofthebxtch]

The reader is a senior in college who joins her school's most prestigious choir ensemble, which just so happens to be directed by the illustrious Professor Alcina Dimitrescu.

This is one of my favourites atm 

#lady dimitrescu #alcina x y/n #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #dimitrescu #re 8 #re village #professor dimitrescu

[m0mmyracc00n]

So, based on both TabTab317's AO3 story "I'll Make You Sing" and also @visenyavires on TikTok, here is some Professor Dimitrescu art because I'm gay and have a panic attack anytime I even see their videos okay? okay.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMN1HL8bU/

#Tabtab317 #I'll Make You Sing #resident evil 8 #art #artist on tumblr #artists on tumblr #my art #original art #god I'm gay #Professor Dimitrescu

[eilahtte]

Introducing Professor Dimitrescu 😈

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil #re8 fanart #my artwork #dark academia #re8 village #ma’am #of course you can step on me professor

[shortstrawberry]

A RL AU where Donna is Dr. Donna Beneviento, your Professor of Botany and Toxicology. Because we deserve it.

You met Dr Beneviento in a totally cliche way. By bumping into her while you're running late for your first day at college. At that time you didn't even realise she is a professor at the college. Dr. Donna has this young baby face that would make anyone think she's a senior at college, and not a woman well into her thirties.

So it's no wonder that you made a complete fool of yourself in the first meeting. You apologise 10 times for knocking her books all over the place. You also noticed her trying to hide her scarred side of face while gathering the very same books with you. Like a over enthusiastic idiot, you went ahead and tried to make your future professor feel comfortable about it with you.

"Scars are beautiful in my opinion. They show you survived so much. You don't need to hide them, at least from me."

Thankfully, Dr Beneviento didn't take any offence to your eager compliments, and instead just blushed and smile at you. That was enough for you to get your first crush at college. But like the gay panicky idiot you are, you didn't take her name or number. Still, you figured your roommates would know about her. How hard can it be to find a beautiful pale faced senior in college?

Not so hard, you figured out as the very same beautiful woman showed up in your Botany lecture. That's right, the woman you had tried to shamelessly flirt with was your Professor.

Understandably, you were mortified. You approached her after class, fully intending to kowtow before the professor in apology. Dr Beneviento though shyly waved your apologies away, instead asking you to assist her in her botanical garden.

A first year being asked to be a professor's assistant is no doubt strange. But Dr Beneviento was so insistent you take the job. She even went ahead and assured you a good pay and two days holiday in a week. Something she honestly didn't even need to do. You were already such a simp for her and would have done it for free.

And so starts you getting to know your Botany professor up close. The woman was almost always squeaky shy, the tempo of her voice barely reaching above her whisper. But when she stands on her podium, teaching a batch of 100+ students, you swear a spilt personality takes over the normally shy professor. It shows that Donna knows the shit she is teaching, and she demands respect over it from her students.

However, it soon became obvious that Dr Beneviento harbours a sweet spot for you. You'll always remember that one moment where she had caught you sleeping in one of her classes. You had stayed up all late tending to the new batch of soil you're preparing for the garden. The usually impartial professor came up to your seat, took off her trenchcoat and draped it over your sleeping form. She even went ahead patting your head before continuing with her class. She also did this in front of 100+ students.

After this, you can't help but get your hopes up high. Still, she's your professor and there's nothing you can do on your end. What if you have it all wrong and Dr Beneviento cares for you because you're her niece Angie's friend? And so you keep quiet.

Little do you know, Professor Donna Beneviento fell for you at first sight. Inviting you to be her botanical garden assistant was a ploy to get close to you. Inviting you and Angie to her cottage for dinner was a ploy to get to know you outside of classes and work. But just like you, Donna is also afraid of making the first move. Especially when you're still her student and she is so much older then you in age. For now, she is content to admire you from as close as she can get to you.

Wanna see a jealous and possessive Professor Donna in action? Let me know!

#resident lover #donna beneviento #donna mammina #professor donna #botany can be hot #bela dimitrescu #wlw #requests open #resident lover headcannons #ao3 writer #resident evil village #re8 village #donna beneviento x reader

[atelier-melvalda]

Warm-up sketch

#lady dimitrescu #resident evil village #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil fanart #very gay of me to draw Alcina as a warmup #I have been playing Resident Lover (fangame where you date the characters of resident evil village) and been enjoying it so much #Alcina is your art professor in Resident Lover #absolute queen #women are so beautiful

[snkskyler15]

This was the first scene that came to mind when I saw that the wine was hitting Alcina hard (and I'm not here to complain, I loved it so much) @resident-lover thank you so much for this

#resident evil alcina #resident lover #alcina x reader #re8 alcina #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina #Professor Alcina #yes mommy #mommy #sugar mommy

[revillagenews]

Us when summoned to the student council or Miranda's office

We are innocent and have done no wrong (*cough other than what Miranda has ordered us to do cough*)

And the student council, uhhh let's say Bela is not pleased with our work ethic

#village news #bela dimitrescu #resident lover bela #resident lover Miranda #resident lover #As usual professor Ingrid is no where to be found :( #P.s. we totally did not provide Cornelius with bells #We did :) -intern #“Mia asked me how I wanted to go *lip bite* gods she so hot” -intern

[sweetbumblebea]

The professor layton RE8 au is over that's it nothing can top Lady Dimitri and his son Clive

#ok so ive been thinking more abt the au #but this is all i drew #anyway #re8 #resident evil village #professor layton #dimitri allen #clive dove #lady dimitrescu

[avocado-sammich]

Okay, hear me out… Pokemon GO x Resident Lover?

Valor: Cassandra, Alcina, Miranda

Mystic: Bela, Donna

Instinct: Daniela, Angie, Mia, MC

#resident lover #pokémon go #resident evil #pokemon #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #angie beneviento #donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu #mother miranda #actually I’m torn between lady dimitrescu being valor or mystic #the stans are either team valor because of Cass or just straight up team rocket go #miranda is the research professor team rocket go boss and valors leader all in one #most of the cult are also secretly part of team rocket go #I haven’t played pokemon go in so long but this came to me in a dream LOL

[uniquevocashark]

One layer sketches (reposted since it wasnt showing up anywhere the first time >:T)

igraine, niveli and ophelia are mine, alcina is from resident lover and everyone else belongs to love and war, @delunesnumberonefan's dnd game :3

#GAH now i have to redo the tags #art #my art #my ocs #friends ocs #igraine wesker chief of castle staff #resident lover's professor dimitrescu makes an appearance #love and war #am i an artist on tumblr? perhaps #saskia <3 <3 <3 #ophelia and niveli are elder scrolls ocs i havent drawn in three or so years i think? it was nice to actually give ophelia a design

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Larissa Weems Masterlist

Mommy…Master List

Approach at your own risk... smut = * extra smutty=**

Series

First Times Chapter Series Masterlist

April Fools (Sex Pollen) Part 1*

& Part 2*

Dreams, You Say? Part 1*

& Part 2**

Pomegranate Lips Ch 1: Morning Cup of Black & Blush

Ch 2: Take Me to Coffee First…

Ch 3: Under Against My Heel*

Ch 4: Tipping Point

Ch 5: Nights Spent Together*

Ch 6: Hope

Ch 7: Healing Takes Time

Ch 8: ~In the Works (;

Jealous, Are We? ~sub!larissa xdom!marilyn xdom!reader Part 1**,

Part 2**

Bend us, Break us ~sub!larissa xsub!morticia xdom!Reader Part 1,

Part 2*, Part 3*, Part 4**, & Cupid Struck Thrice

What the Body Wants Part 1**,

Part 2** & Part 3

One Shots

Only For You

Bite Me ~young!larissa xyoung!morticia*

Too Far?*

Use Me**

A Long Day ~Fanart &Headcanons

Louder ~sub!larissa**

Tears of Care

Sweet Corruption**

Even Though…

Senseless ~sub!larissa*

Let Me Take Care of You ~sub!larissa*

A Break from Work ~sub!larissa*

Try Me ~sub!larissa*

Pretty Red Lips ~young!sub!larissa xyoung!morticia

Relax, Angel ~sub!larissa*

Why Me?*

Desk Activities*

Asking for It*

Mind’s Betrayal ~young!sub!larissa xprofessor!reader*

Fuck Me Dirty ~sub!larissa**

Last Straw

Bad Chick*

Pencil Skirts &Mommy’s Desk*

No Where Near Finished ~sub!larissa*

Breath, My Love

Careful What You Wish For ~sub!larissa*

More than just Sex*

I Take Care of What’s Mine*

“I love MILFS” shirt…

Playful Chemistry*

Women in Power make My Knees Wobble ~Morissa xReader*

Even the Boss Needs a Break ~sub!larissa*

Takes One to Know One ~Larissa xLady Lesso**

Tipsy Nights*

Give it to Me*

Hello Darling ~Larissa Weems Fanart

Mirror Reflection*

Initialized Necklace ~gn!reader

My Kind of Crazy ~Young!Morissa feat. Professor!Reader*

Larissa Weems’ Sexuality

Some Fun… ~Morissa xReader*

Mere Thought of You**

Fabulous Night to Remember ~Alrissa xReader**

Wonderful Introductions ~AFAB!Genderfluid!Reader*

Drunk Courage

Finally Seen ~gn!Reader

On and On ~Sub!Larissa xFem g!p!Reader*

In Times of Need ~Sub!Larissa**

Dinner Party Deals*

Marking/Branding Kink with Larissa Weems*

Numb and Afraid ~Soft!Larissa

Convince Me, Darling

Bait Me**

Music Lover ~Larissa Weems Headcanons

Spicy Fantasies ~Larissa xMelissa xReader*

Breath Play Fetish with Larissa Weems*

Everybody Needs Somebody

We Want Who We Want ~Holiday Bingo**

The Way You Adore Me (Like No Other) ~Fem!BestFriend!Reader**

Platinum Goddess to the Rescue ~Fem!Student!Reader

Give Me What I Want ~Bratty!Bottom!Larissa

Put You in Your Place ~Dom!Larissa xFem Switch!Bratty!Reader*

You’re Too Good for Me ~Larissa Weems xBrienne of Tarth*

Give It To Me Over The Phone ~Morissa (Sub!Larissa Weems xDom!Daddy!Morticia Addams) xFem Dom!Mommy!Reader*

Under My Thumb ~Dark!Mommy!Larissa Weems xFem Student!Reader*

I Don’t Go Down Easy ~Sub!Mommy!Larissa Weems xFem Dom!Daddy!Reader*

My Good Little Sluts ~Sub!Larissa Weems xSub!Lady Lesso xFem Dom!Reader**

Melting ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Dominant!Mistress!Reader**

When the Heat is Mutual ~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)

Utter Submission ~Sub!Larissa*

The Filth We Share… ~Daddy!Larissa*

Quivering at Your Touch ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Mommy!Younger(20s)!Assistant!Reader (feat. Morticia Addams)**

Strip Me of My Power ~Dom!Larissa Weems x Sub!Bratty!Lady Lesso**

Take Me Back to Shore ~Broken!Wifey!Larissa Weems xComforting!Wifey!Alcina Dimitrescu(AlrissaAU)

Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List

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[crushedgraham]

18+ request: in modern/au, fem!reader and Alcina are married and she's a college professor and she's on a zoom call and reader tries to break her composure, like eating her out underneath her desk?

thank you!!!

Getting that A

Pairings: Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

Summary: Alcina seems stressed, so much paperwork and now a lecture over zoom? It only seems right as her wife to try and lighten her load - on your knees.

Warnings: Roleplaying, a little degradation, exhibitionism, Modern AU

There are very few people who would willingly listen to two hours worth of art history, but when the lessons were taught by your goddess of a wife? Suddenly it didn’t seem so bad. Maybe it was the way the vocabulary rolled off her silver tongue or perhaps the designer glasses that sat perched perfectly on the ridge of her angular nose. You couldn’t care for the reason, all you knew was that you were married to the sexiest professor in all of Romania (possibly the world) and she was missing from her rightful spot between your thighs. 

Your knuckles knocked quickly against the deep mahogany wood of Alcina’s office door, followed by a distant “Come in.”

Pushing open the heavy door, your eyes immediately fixate on Alcina’s powerful figure sitting behind her desk. You shoo the lustful thoughts away as you note the stacks of paper scattered across the desk along with a pale finger rubbing at her brow bone - a habit you’ve come to know when your wife is particularly stressed.

“Draga? Is everything alright?” You’re snapped out of your own little world by weary blue eyes searching yours.

“Hm? Oh yeah, I brought your lunch up since you skipped breakfast.”

She resumes her incessant scribbling as you gently rearrange a few papers to make room for the tray. “How sweet of you, my love. Thank you.”

Though she made no move to react any further, her eyes remained glued to the documents. Taking this as a challenge, you saunter around the desk until you're by your wife’s side. Your hands glide along the neatly rolled sleeves that cling just enough to her forearms, up to her tense shoulders where your fingers press into a tight knot at the base of her neck. Alcina’s reaction is immediate, her hand stilling, her long eyelashes fluttering shut and the sinfully low groan that rumbles deep from within her chest. 

“You’ve been working so hard, take a break, baby.” Your breath tickles the shell of her ear and you punctuate the end of your sentence with a nip at her earlobe. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, I have a zoom lesson in five minutes.” Her tone is threatening but all it does is make you want her more. 

Alcina was a very experimental woman and that extended into your sex life. There was a particular kink that you knew she had that had been untouched for quite some time. This was quite a fitting situation to strike at it.

“I’m sure I could help you de-stress and listen to the lecture at the same time, professor.”

Her eyes meet yours, silently asking if this is what she thought it was, all you offer is a cheeky grin as you kneel like a saint at the feet of their goddess - you were always ready to worship your lady. 

“Let me help you, professor, please?” 

The space underneath her desk is slightly larger than an average sized desk because Alcina was anything but average. From this angle, she got a wonderful view of your cleavage that your tight dress top did little to conceal. She might not outwardly express it but the dilation of her pupils was all the encouragement you needed to nuzzle your cheek against the cold metal of her belt buckle - your hands groping and squeezing the strong muscle of her thighs. 

Alcina tuts at your neediness, “Such a slut. Well go on, prove yourself useful and I just might let you pass.” She goes back to work, now clicking away at her computer to get the zoom meeting ready. 

You unbuckle her belt with vigor, dropping it on the floor with a soft thud when it makes contact with the plush rug that aids your exposed knees that will surely bruise after this. The button on her suit pants is stubborn and takes a bit of cautioned yanking that earns you a glare but you undo it nonetheless. You tug the pants down just below her knee caps, revealing her lacy black underwear. Alcina spares you one last glance before clicking the “start meeting” button, students knowing your wifes strict rule of punctuality, begin flooding into the meeting.

The heady smell of her arousal mixed with the accents of her perfume and cigarettes mix to create an aphrodisiac that only you would ever witness. Shuffling forward, you press your tongue flat against the wet patch that stains the center of her underwear. The faint taste adds to the burning heat between your own thighs. Hungry for more, you yank the delicate lace to the side - a moan nearly slipping out from your lips as the sight of Alcina’s puffy, wet pussy is on full display for you. 

Her voice, deepened by her lust, begins the lecture but it sounds worlds away to you. Your wife is notorious for her powerful voice, which is just as commanding and boisterous in bed. And as much as you’d love to make her scream your name - you didn’t want the undeserving students in the call to witness what solely belongs to you. To avoid this, you begin by slowly cleaning the insides of her thighs where her slick has collected. Your tongue trails up the sides of her cunt, narrowly missing her soaked folds. Alcina glares down at you over the rim of her half-moon glasses, her nostrils flaring from the teasing that she couldn’t stop you from carrying out. 

But for both your sanities, you finally relent. Pressing your tongue against her swollen clit draws a shaky exhale through her nose and a feather light whimper from yourself. Your tongue stays there, drawing little circles before dipping down to taste her straight from the source. Above you, Alcina digs her manicured nails into the top of her desk in an effort to keep her tone even. Yet when you stuff your tongue inside her, her composure quickly begins to crack. Her velvety walls clench against your slick muscle as you work it in and out of her needy slit, her body twitching as the tip of your tongue presses against the spongey little spot inside her that you know all too well. 

Alcina quickly asks a question, allowing one of her students to answer, giving her a brief moment to focus on your motions. Her hand sneaks down to thread between your locks, her grip is tight and the sharp points of her nails scrape against your scalp ever so slightly. The added pressure to your head pushes your face further into her pussy, your nose now rubbing just right against her clit. The new friction against her clit mixed with the scandalous situation sends her to the brink of cumming embarrassingly fast. A large black pump gets thrown over your shoulder, the heel digging into your shoulder blade. The burn from both the heel and her nails along with your own arousal that drips from underneath your skirt encourages you to ignore the aching in your jaw and fuck your wifes dripping cunt faster. 

“I apologize but a family emergency has c-come up. I will pick up from where we ended next week.” Her rushed excuse doesn’t register in your head but the obscenely loud moan after she ends the meeting does. 

You get one last thrust in before her walls start twitching, constricting your tongue - forcing you to helplessly take the coating and gushing of cum. It clings to your tongue as you pull it out from her pulsing cunt, taking a long pause to enjoy the taste as it slides down your throat when you swallow. 

“So professor, how was that? Surely A plus worthy.” You question smugly.

Alcina rests her head back against the leather headrest of her plush office chair, her eyes shut as she basks in the afterglow of her orgasm.

“Perhaps a B minus at best.”

An offended and quite appalled gasp rips from your drenched lips as you stare incredulously at her. She opens one eye to look down at you, her face completely neutral before she cracks a grin, little giggles tumbling out before they turn into full laughs.

“Joking, darling! I can’t help myself when you react so adorably.” She rolls her chair back to give you enough space to lift you up into her lap. You refuse to look at her, your bottom lip pushed out in a pout and your arms crossed securely over your chest. 

“Oh? Is my little dove upset with me? What a shame, I only give rewards to those who don’t pout and ignore their amazing wives.” Alcina noses along the curve of your neck, red lips passing the color of her expensive lipstick onto your skin. Her fingers deftly reach under your skirt to trace your cunt through your thoroughly soaked panties. 

“I- I want a-an A..!” You whine out. 

Watching Alcina unravel so beautifully nearly brought you to your own orgasm, untouched. Still, you were turned on and your sensitivity was cranked all the way up. A throaty chuckle reverberates against your skin. 

“And you got your A, Dragul meu.” She rises to press her lips against yours in a slow kiss, she invades your mouth, moaning into the kiss at the taste of herself. Though the moment is broken when the sound of the front door opening followed by the loud bickering of your three daughters echoes into the large office. You drop your head onto Alcina’s chest with a groan.

“I didn’t even get to cum…”

“We both need a shower, perhaps I could give you your reward there.”

That was all you needed before you were booking it to your bathroom connected to your bedroom. Alcina shaking her head in amusement at your antics while redressing.

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina x reader #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village

[atropalugosi]

I have been thinking about Alcina calling MC Donna's pet for days now so have some more silly gay shit featuring basically what went through my head upon reading that little piece of dialogue 😅

"Oh, Donna! What a pleasant surprise to see you out of that shop for a ch-" professor Dimitrescu stops dead in her sentence, a nasty scowl overtaking her 'pleasantly surprised' face upon seeing Valeria. "And why, pray tell, is your PET with you?"

"Alcina!" Donna sounds absolutely livid and scandalized, glaring harshly at her adopted sister. "What would M-"

Donna goes on to presumably scold the professor, but Valeria can't focus on it when Alcina's words echo in her brain. 'Pet'... she really wouldn't mind being Donna's pet not that she was thinking of it. But what sort of pet? The novice botanist imagines herself with puppy ears, following her boss around and tending to her every whim. It was hardly a farfetched daydream, but something about it just doesn't stick.

Then an image comes to mind; the look on Donna's face when they saw a cat during their walk. She was completely enamoured. Valeria pictures the woman looking at HER like that, smiling like she were the most precious creature on the planet. Would Donna want it, she'd be more than happy to sport kitty ears and a bell collar to boot, curled up on the botanist's lap while she has her tea. Maybe Donna would even pet her head, calling her "mia cara gattina" or-

"Let's go," Donna's voice cuts through the girl's thoughts, hand claiming her own and pulling her towards a side room.

"Sì mammina," Valeria replies without thinking.

All three women go silent as Valeria feels her entire body combust. Donna looks rather red in the face herself, staring at her in shock and appall. Alcina looks as though the redhead had just proven a point of hers.

"The porcelain and marble working rooms are soundproof by the way," the professor chimes in, causing the flower shop workers to blush further. Donna tries to compose herself, grip tightening on Valeria's hand.

"Let's... get started on your project," she practically squeaks. Valeria can do nothing but nod dumbly and follow along, doing her best not to embarrass herself or Donna further.

#donna beneviento #donna benevento x reader #resident lover #valeria (maiden oc) #lugosi speaks #my writing #dev team can't just make a casual comment about pet play in game and not expect us donna stans to meow

[blood-red-ocean]

can I request Mother Miranda next? i have this silly idea where MM's crow(s) has a habit of stashing all kind of shiny things near reader's house. Maybe she has a small porch that's not been used cause reader doesn't have time lounging around, and the sneaky crow is, like, yeah, this is perfect, and so reader goes about her life non the wiser to crow's shenanigans behind her back until one day she hears some sound outside and goes to investigate which ends with her stumbling upon MM rummaging through pile of... something. Awkward silence.

I don't know why I saw reader's house and immediately went 'ah yes, they live with Miranda' but ANYWAY enjoy <3

Small Thief (RL!Miranda x Reader)

Word count: 1.9k Warnings: None Summary: Cornelius is a sneaky lil gremlin.

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“Babe? Have you seen my keys?”

Overturned couch cushions and the contents of upturned cabinet drawers laid in the wake of your frantic rummaging. The very thought of having lost a set of keys to the headmistress’s house scared you enough, but it would be even worse if you had not simply misplaced them and had dropped them somewhere on the Campus. Especially with Mia’s habit of being an absolute gremlin and showing up unexpectedly in places she wasn’t supposed to be.

“Hmm?” Miranda strode into the room, hand fiddling with the button on the other wrist of her shirt.

“My keys, babe, my keys. I need them.”

You knew what was coming immediately. You knew it so well that you could almost quote her word for word. “Now, what did I tell you about carelessly tossing your keys down, little crow?” She and you both knew that if she had spoken those words to anybody else, it would have seen as harsh chastising. But you knew her better than that, and you could easily pick up on the way her mouth quirked up at the corners. The Miranda version of a playful grin.

“Forget about your keys, darling mine,” She said, striding over to you to kiss your cheek. “I will be awake when you return, I’ll let you in.”

“Andy, you know I’ve got class till late tonight.” Miranda smiled a little more visibly at the nickname you had picked for her – Devil Wears Prada had quickly become her favourite movie to watch with you, and she didn’t hide her blush fast enough when you called her it playfully for the first time while playfully testing out different variations of her name. Mir, Mira, Andy… “Professor Dimitrescu is making us recreate a classical piece in our own style.”

“That’s… Out of character.” Miranda frowned a little. “Very well then. I’ll still let you in.”

“But—”

“I’ll be awake.” Miranda gave you a pointed look, and it hit you then. Of course she would be awake – without you around to help with the growing pile of student council paperwork, full of requests and grievances that were above even Bela’s station, she would no doubt spend considerable time poring over them, with Cornelius on her shoulder. She often turned to work when you weren’t around.

“Okay, fine,” You said. You reached up and caressed her cheek, a playful smirk growing on your face. “Just don’t drool on the papers when you fall asleep this time, okay?” This earned you a tut from Miranda.

Hours later, and back aching from spending hours at an easel, you trudged into Miranda’s – you and Miranda’s – house, dropping your bag at your feet. You leaned back against the door and groaned, rolling your shoulders slowly to relieve some of the tension. The smell of pizza wafted down the hallway and into your nostrils, stomach growling angrily. “Oh, fuck yes,” you breathed, following the scent like a cartoon character. There, on the kitchen counter, laid an open box of your favourite pizza, and a note beside it which stated, in Miranda’s elegant cursive, “I am in my office. Come find me when you have eaten, little crow.”

Pizza slice in hand, you navigated the house, making your way to her study. The door was propped slightly open, and a gentle push on it made it swing forward, revealing Miranda bent over her home desk as she pored over some paperwork.

“Pizza?” You asked, holding a piece out.

Miranda crinkled her nose a little and shook her head. “Not tonight, Feather. I don’t think I have the stomach for it right now.” She tapped her fingers on the top of the desk as she sat back, peering at you with concern. “Are you alright? You seem exhausted.”

“Because I am,” You mumbled around a mouthful of cheese, sauce and dough. “Dimitrescu made me restart my piece three times. Three times! All because I mixed the pigment slightly wrong.” Miranda kept tapping her fingers one by one, the familiar sound almost mesmerizing you – almost.

Click, click, thud, click. Click, click, thud, click.

One of her golden finger guards was missing, the soft thud of her bare finger hitting the wooden surface jarring against the clicking you were used to. “Hey,” You spoke up, frowning. “Where’s your guard?”

Miranda shifted uncomfortably, hesitating. “I have no idea,” She eventually admitted. “I removed all of them earlier to take a bath, and when I turned back, one was missing.”

“Ah, so the great Miranda doesn’t have eyes in the back of her head after all.” Miranda shot you a playful glare, affection vaguely hidden beneath. “I’m sure it’ll show up somewhere.”

“It is rather… Concerning, that things keep going missing around here. I’m not usually this… Disorganized.”

“You aren’t disorganized at all,” You reassured her, licking the grease from your fingers. “Maybe we have a ghost.”

Miranda rolled her eyes lightheartedly at that, returning to her work. You grabbed your books and papers, settling in on the couch opposite her desk to study. Yeah, you were exhausted, but you still had other classes to study for, and not even being romantically bound to the headmistress would give you endless exceptions when it came to your studies.

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Weeks passed, hours and hours of late classes beginning to make you feel burned out. You spent the days counting down to when it was finally done and you could spend your time with Miranda again – and quicker than you thought, it was over. You left Professor Dimitrescu’s class with a heavy wooden frame in hand, a begrudging A+ grade, and a sense of smug accomplishment. You couldn’t wait to get home and tell Miranda all about how Alcina had squirmed, heaving sighs and muttering as she scribbled an A+ onto the piece of paper before her.

Upon arriving at home, however, Miranda was nowhere to be found. Propping the frame up against the wall, you dug your phone from your pocket and checked it – no texts, no missed calls. Venturing deeper into the house, you peered into Miranda’s study to see it empty and dark. Brow furrowed, you ventured even further into the house. It was unlike Miranda to not tell you where she was – or rather, command that you go and be at her side.

“Andy?” You called out. You peered into darkened rooms, intrigue growing as you saw parts of the house you hadn’t seen before. Between the rush of moving you in with her, and exam season, and Alcina’s late classes, you had barely had time to spend sitting quietly with your avian goddess, let alone explore the depths of the house.

Just as you were about to give up and try and call Miranda, a crashing sound came from the very back of the house. Pulse rushing in your ears, you immediately jumped to alertness, searching for something to wield as a makeshift weapon. Eventually settling on a discarded iron poker, you held it aloft as you took slow steps towards the crashing sounds. You eventually came upon a glass door, a faint glow emanating from behind it. With one hand on the doorknob, you took a deep breath and threw the door open, roaring.

“RAAAAAAARGH—Andy??”

Once the frantic flurrying of wings and dark feathers and Miranda’s cursing had died down, you could get a proper look at the small room you had entered. It was covered in screens rather than windows, and it took you a moment to realise it was a porch.

A porch filled with heaping miles of miscellanea, remarkably less organized than the rest of the house. Miranda stood in the midst of it all, her face flushed and scowling… At Cornelius. Eyebrows raised, you glanced between the two of them, taking a step back. Cornelius let out a rather loud, indignant caw, wings lifted at Miranda.

“You! She hissed, pointing her finger accusingly. “I knew it!”

A glint in the corner of your vision caught your eye, and at a single glance you heaved with relief.

“My keys,” You breathed. “Thank the gods—” You reached out to pick them up, and the fluttering of wings signaled Cornelius’s arrival. He stood with one foot on them, staring up at you with one burning yellow eye. It hit you then that this wasn’t some secret that Miranda kept, some uncharacteristic habit – no, Cornelius had been periodically stealing more and more items over the weeks, stashing him where he thought nobody would find them. You reached out again to try and take the keys, but he just cawed softly at you, clicking his beak.

“Hey, what—”

“You have to give him something else,” Miranda grumbled, sifting through the heaps of shiny objects. “I learned that the hard way.” She tapped her earlobe, and you noticed that one of her dangly gold earrings was missing, no doubt wherever Cornelius had stashed it again. On her finger was the golden finger guard, back where it belonged.

“Well, I don’t have anything shiny,” You spoke to the small thief. “But… You want my A+?” You held out the piece of paper with the grade and Alcina’s comments on it, and Cornelius studied it for a moment. With a quick chirp, he grabbed it from your hand and flew off to the back corner of the porch, no doubt to stash it somewhere safe. Miranda watched him with her mouth agape and threw her hands up in exasperation, calling after him, “Seriously? I feed you! I raised you from a baby! And they can give you paper?” Miranda took a breath as if to continue, then stopped, turning to you with raised eyebrows. “Did you say A+?”

Grinning, you nodded quickly. “Yep! Can we get pizza to celebrate?”

“Again, Feather? Aren’t you tired of it yet? I could order you something much nicer—”

“Nope, pizza,” You called out, moving back into the hallway of the house. Miranda followed you, pride in her eyes.

“Very well, then,” She sighed in mock exasperation. “But first, show me your work.”

There was a skip in your step as you led Miranda by the hand back to the entryway, where you had placed the painting. You held it up to her and watched as her eyes conveyed her emotions – surprise, awe, pride and then, as she gazed back up at you, love. “It’s beautiful,” She murmured. “We must display it at once.”

You followed her as she went to the kitchen, opening a cabinet and pulling out a small golden hook, and a nail. She hummed as she roamed the house, trying to figure out where the hang your artwork, and you blushed about it. Eventually, she settled for hanging it above her desk in her study, this simple gesture making your heart skip a beat, reminding you again her how she loved and prioritized you. She reached up, preparing to nail the hook into the wall, when a dark blur rushed by and left her hands empty. She growled a little under her breath and chased after it, leaving you in fits of giggling as she went.

“Cornelius! Get back here with that!”

To nobody’s surprise (but to Miranda’s chagrin), it only took the promise of some head scratches from you to get the hook back from the small thief. You could’ve sworn he gave an approving caw at the sight of your painting, as well.

#resident lover #resident lover fanfic #horror #resident evil #mother miranda #miranda x reader #request #resident evil 8 #fanfic #fanfiction

[zeroone-eleven]

Third Time's the Charm; Bela Dimitrescu (Resident Lover)

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Requested? ☑

"What a shame she's fucked in the head, they said."

Summary: Bela places her trust in the wrong iteration. A dual POV on the Neutral Ending to Bela's route

Warnings: Angst, Miranda being an obsessed control freak

Genre: Angst

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"You should've stayed well away, Bela."

A few days ago that voice would've made her blood turn cold upon hearing it. A few days ago she'd be stuck in place. A few years ago she'd have shut down at being spoken to by that woman.

Bela whips around with anger in her eyes and tension in her shoulders, her knuckles begging to be planted on the older woman's cheekbones- Over and over and over and over- But she composes herself before committing to assault.

"It would only further convince MC that I'm not alright." she tells herself. Bela breathes, and tries to speak with a levelled voice. She soon finds out that there is no one who has unwavering control over their tempers.

"You know what you've done, and eben though you refuse to tell me- I know you know what I'll try to do from here on out. You know that nothing can stop me as long as I'm on my own feet Miranda. Sooner rather than later, I'm going to find out exactly why I know most of what has happened before it happened before I was supposed to know. Once I'm free of you, I'll find my heart, take my life back, take whatever else it is that you took from me, and I will have all of the answers before I start a life that your cursed claws will never dig into. "

The Eldest Dimitrescu swears she sees something in Miranda's eyes for a second, fear? Astonishment? Surprise? Anger? She cannot place it and yet whatever it was, it gave her the resolve that was needed to mend her shattered strength. Bela stands tall, squaring her shoulders and meeting Miranda's guarded gaze with her eyes unblinking.

"I will not let you cage me like one of your pets. I'm not reinforcing your spell, and I'm not going to be dancing around your plans anymore- I will tear them down myself with my bare hands if I have to do so."

The barest hint of a smirk grazes and upturns Miranda's lips, her eyes showing glee- As if she's somehow won when everything has just begun. Bela scowls, she opens her mouth to throw questions at the older woman when she's beat by the Headmistress to what she wants to say.

The light jiggle of her apartment's door handle catches her attention, and she now knows that Miranda didn't come here to taunt her or question her:

Miranda's here to gloat. Bela knows only of one person would be batshit crazy enough to think to ask the Headmistress for help.

"I'm afraid I am not the one to cage you this time around, Flightless Bird." Miranda speaks with victory in her voice, like she's barely holding back a laugh. Bela chooses to ask the priestess about what her riddled sentence means when a faint screeching sound makes it way to her ears. Horror fills her eyes when she realizes-

Sirens.

Unrelenting sirens.

"What did you do?" She demands to be told. Miranda only schools her features before turning her back on her student.

"What did you do!?" She screams, aiming the glass in her hands towards Miranda's direction. She finds that she must be more disoriented than she thought as she sees the professor catch the glass like it was nothing before her hand glows dimly and the glass buckles and breaks in her grasp.

The Sirens grow louder and Bela's eyes follow the shards that Miranda drops to the floor. Her stomach sinks when she sees some of the shards stained with red, younger blues following the source of the red droplets.

The skin on Miranda's palm stays open.

The sirens grow louder and Bela notices the phone in her other hand too late.

Bela raises her voice again, demanding and desperate, so close to letting the tears fall- Yet all Miranda does is turn her back to the younger blonde with no interest in the conversation. The Headmistress reaches for the door and Bela lurches forward, rushing with the desperation to have her question answered when her missteps and her shoe slips on a fallen shard. She hits the ground before she knows exactly what has happened and she's about to pull herself up when a softer set of steps enter the apartment. Familiar shoes stop at the threshold, and Bela can't bring her eyes to look up- Look at the face of someone she trusted.

She never registers how the blaring sirens are now just outside her apartment's window.

Bela's mind is oddly calm for a moment that feels like an eternity while she tries to pull herself together to meet your gaze. Her time is cut short when two other pairs of shoes suddenly appear in the doorway and suddenly Bela is looking up- Screaming.

The woman you have grown to trust scrambles back, her eyes fleeting between the two responders who waste no time in taking her arms. She fights against them, screaming and kicking and swinging as best as she can with both her arms taken hold of- There is a part of you that holds unwavering respect for her still. She fights and fights and fights. Bela's resolve remains stubborn and unbroken to the very end regardless of her mind's state.

One of the responders jam a needle into the side of her neck and at the same time something inside of you withdraws, like a child curling up in a corner with its hands on its ears. It feels wrong to see Bela be subdued, she's meant to stand tall- Stand proud- To strike down any and all obstacles that dare to stand in the way between her and her goal.

The hazy image of a statue of a knight bleeds into your brain-

You scrunch your eyebrows and before you can even begin to wonder what that was- It is gone and all you can do is meet Bela's eyes from across the room. She hangs limp in the respondents' arms yet somehow she's still awake, with the distance between you and the three of them you are surprised when you hear her whispered words with perfect clarity as if she was in your arms instead of theirs.

In your arms- Bela's laying in the courtyard outside The Headmistress' office building in your arms and you're screaming for help.

"I'm not insane. Please believe me."

Your head spins and your stomach is in knots. You open your mouth, and nothing comes out. The responders drag her off, and Bela's eyes never leaves yours-

She's angry, desperate, begging- And it feels so wrong. Bela's not supposed to be this unkempt, she's not supposed to be dragged off.

Bela's supposed to wake up in her room in her family's mansion with you waiting by her bedside-

"Please! Let me go, I'm not insane!"

You're shaken out of your daze, and the last thing you see of Bela is her eyes. Her gaze is boring into yours as she wordlessly pleads, fighting against the call of sleep with all the fading strength she can muster while they secure her in a straightjacket before the ambulance door is harshly shut.

A hand finds its on your shoulder and as gentle as the motion is- The touch is sickening nonetheless. Your body wants to recoil and throw the hand off, yet you're reduced to nothing but a motionless body with your feet glued to the pavement and your hands feeling like lead.

Headmistress Miranda's voice is low and apologetic while she offers you something. You don't know what she offered but your stomach lurches after she has voiced the proposition and all you can bring yourself to say is that you do not know.

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Bela counts. Lying on her back as she stares at the wrist watch that her mother had sent her as a gift a long time ago. "Get well soon." she imagined was the sentiment. Alcina remembered that she likes to keep track of time, or so she chooses to believe. Why else would her mother send her this?

23:50

It's funny how in all her years she had neber once bothered to memorize which 12 hour time equates to the other twelve hours on a 24 hour format. She shakes her head after the chuckle falls out of her lips.

"Whoever thought that a Grippy Sock vacation would manage to be educational.." she says to herself.

The smile falls from her lips as an annoying sensation crawls up her skin. She shuffles in her place, having learnt months ago that she cannot even undo a single clasp on her uniform without the assistance of a staff in the institution.

She presses her elbow against a spot on her rib, wiggling in irritation until the itch dissipates. She sighs in relief before retuning to her original position, letting her thoughts wonder to you.

Did you take her spot on the council? God, Bela hopes not. Yet she believes that you'd do an amazing job if you did decide to take over for her.

Have you graduated already? She hopes so as she thinks to herself that the sooner you're out of that hell hole, the better it is for you.

23:58

Bela hopes that Miranda has somehow poked her own eye with those gaudy finger guards that she wears. She also hopes with extreme pettiness that Cornelius has not gone a day without running into a window.

She wonders if Anteros is doing okay, he's with Daniela now but she wonders if he misses her. She sure has missed the dog she raised from puppyhood.

23:59

Bela turn to her side, hoping that you're okay. She still doesn't have her heart, but she finds it in herself to hold onto hope that she'll be out of this dreadfully decorated institution soon.

Bela spares another glance at her watch-

The time is still 23:59.

She hopes that someday when she's free you'll run into each other. She ignores the part of her that speaks of how Miranda probably intends to keep her here forever.

Bela closes her eyes and prays to whatever will listen that you and her family are okay. She slips from consciousness, remembering that you never got to meet Anteros when everything was still as okay as they could be.

Bela dreams of you with her and Anteros in the local dog part, Daniela and Cassandra tossing a frisbee between them as the German Shepherd trues to snatch it out of the air again and again.

05:30

Bela wakes up to a blaring alarm, her body clock tells her that something's up. She opens her eyes, and to her surprise- It is sunlight that greets her and not white padded walls.

Tears burn her eyes and a laugh escapes her as she glances at the calendar on her dresser.

"Club Fair day."

She takes a moment to breathe, to sit and remember how it felt to simply be in her own bed.

Bela jumps off the bed, running over to her ckoset drawer with newfound hope burning in her veins and in her chest. She smiles excitedly, she really wasn't insane at all.

"Third times' the charm." She says to herself as she leaves the apartment with a bright smile on her face and a liveliness in her step. She barely remembers to tone it down before getting inside the Campus grounds.

Miranda has eyes everywhere and she's supposed to be heartless. Bela schools her expressions and walks in with her head held high.

"Time for a new game plan."

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You trip over your own feel, reaching out a hand only to end up taking the whole tablecloth down with you.

The Goddess stares at you with mild disgust, but she quickly reaches a hand out towards you.

"Are you alright?"

"I just fell for you."

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you realize that you've said that out loud. The Goddess raises an eyebrow at you, and you thank your lucky stars that she decides to let your throwaway comment slide.

"We're the Student Council Club. Would you like to join?"

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01-11 thinks that someday, a non-angsty Bela Dimitrescu work will find a place in the Masterlist. For now, 01-11 is having too much fun.

P.S: 01-11 thanks you for reading.

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