#resident lover

𝟐) 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Pairings: Resident Evil Characters x Female! reader

Word count: 3.8K

Warning: (nothing, I hope so! maybe mention of blood)

tags l content: Resident Evil x reader • headcanons / scenario

𝑨𝑵: 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕!!! 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉. 𝑨𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖! 𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 🖤

Alcina Dimitrescu:

At first, you were just an interesting sight in her castle, different enough to draw her attention but not important enough to make her wonder why she let you stay. She told herself it was just curiosity. You weren't treated like a maid, but not exactly like family either, and Alcina didn't think much of it, until her daughters began to show an interest in you.

It started gently, with them sticking around you for a longer amount of time than normal, seeking you out rather than losing interest, and what caught her attention was not their behavior but yours. 

You didn't fear them, try to control them, or react as other people did; you simply spoke to them calmly and politely, as if they were something normal rather than something to be feared.

She actually noticed it one evening while going through the castle, when the typical chaos was replaced with something more peaceful. There were no screams or hitting laughter echoing through the halls, only calm voices. That alone led her to walk away. Instead of entering, she remained just out of sight and watched.

You stood among her daughters as if you had always been there, talking to them while Daniela stopped you every few seconds, Bela listened more carefully than usual, and Cassandra remained in the room, trying not to care. And you were gentle with them.

That was the moment something changed.

Something settled in her chest as she watched them choose to stay near and listen to you, and it felt right. That was what scared her the most. She should have been annoyed, protective, or dismissive, but instead she found herself lingering longer than she intended, her attention fixed on you and the way you fit into her world so naturally.

She stepped away before you could notice her, dismissing the changes as insignificant, but she couldn't ignore them afterward.

She could not ignore the changes. She began to notice how often she looked for you without thinking, how readily she let you get closer than anybody else, and how the castle itself seemed different depending on whether you were present or not.

The knowledge did not come suddenly; it grew gradually, in moments she could no longer deny, until one day it became apparent and undeniable.

She loved you whether she liked it or not. She was in love with you, whether she liked it or not.

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Bela Dimitrescu:

At first, you were just part of her routine. Bela didn't need to be close to see you; she stalked you through the faint buzz of her flies and the shadows they carried, always just far enough away to be unnoticed. It was simple to remain away in that way, making everything feel controlled and comfortable.

You went about your days as usual, unaware of what was going on around you, interacting with villagers, organising your things at the market, moving through your life in a calm and normal manner, and for a while, that was enough.

The first change was subtle. You began to notice something - not enough to understand or respond in the way that most people would, but enough for Bela to see clearly.

You didn't run, didn't try to chase anything away, didn't treat the presence around you as something wrong. If anything, you simply... accepted it, and that alone was enough to keep Bela's attention longer than it ever had before.

What truly changed everything was one afternoon when one of her flies got too close and landed on your palm. Bela expected the usual reaction - the natural scowl, the quick disgust, and the movement to sweep it off without thinking twice. That was what always happened.

But instead, you simply looked at it for a moment, your expression relaxed, before gently shifting your hand to allow it to take off again. And Bela felt it, sharp and odd, because those flies were not distinct from her; they were an extension of who she was, and no one had ever handled them, or her, with such gentle care.

After that, she couldn't look at you the same way again. It was no longer just a habit, curiosity, or a way to pass the time. She began paying fresh attention, noticing the small things she hadn't cared about before

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Cassandra Dimitrescu: 

From the moment you entered the castle, Cassandra had already decided what you were: weak. She'd seen it too many times before: the fear, the begging, and the way maids fell apart in her presence. 

You were meant to be the same. But you were not. You didn't run away when she surrounded you the first time, didn't beg, didn't give her what she wanted, and instead of killing you, she kept you, at first just to see how long it would take before you broke.

She studied you more than she admitted, lurking in the shadows, waiting for that time. You kept quiet and careful, avoiding her when possible but never genuinely attempting to run away, and oddly, this simply made her focus on you more.

The change happened outside the castle. You had been ordered to clean the outer walls, far enough away from the regular safety, and Cassandra followed without thinking. She saw the lycans before you did, waiting to see how you would react. You hardly had time before they were on you, claws grabbing your flesh, your steps chaotic as you sought to leave, and something in her broke.

She moved without thinking, cutting through them with an elegance, making sure they suffered for daring to touch you. By the end, the earth was filthy, and the air was silent, and you were left standing there - injured, scared, but alive.

Cassandra gently turned to face you, expecting your fear. Instead, you took a cautious step forward, your hands trembling slightly as you reached for her, your focus shifting from what she had done to the wounds on her body. You told her she was harmed, as if that was all that mattered, and she stopped moving for a time.

You weren't supposed to touch her so softly, as if she weren't harmful. And still you did, your hands gentle as you tried to scrub the blood off her. Her hand tightened on your wrist before you could pull away, not painfully, but enough to keep you there, her stare fixed on you.

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Daniela Dimitrescu:

Daniela had no intention of staying the first time she visited the Duke's shop, but you did not react as she expected. You didn't worry when objects moved on their own, didn't shout when stuff fell from shelves, and didn't try to scare her away - you simply gazed at her, calm and fascinated, and that was enough to entice her back.

 It was chaotic at first, as were all of her actions. She spoke too much, moved from one topic to the next, repeated herself, and knocked things over to see how you would respond, but you never pushed her aside.

You listened, even when she didn't make sense, even when she filled the silence just to avoid it, and over time, without either of you realizing it, the time you spent together lightened. Conversations lasted longer, wandering into topics that didn't matter but still did - small details about your life, strange ideas, even the romance books you loved to talk about. It became routine for her to see you, and she didn't question it, until one day you simply disappeared.

She believed you'd return, that you were simply busy or late, but when she returned the next day, and the shop stayed empty, outside of Duke, something seemed odd to her. The place was too quiet, too normal, but at the same time strange, without your voice. She was pacing and touching things without really seeing them, waiting for you to scold her like you usually did after some time.

The emptiness followed her, settling in a way she couldn't ignore, until she finally reached her mother. Alcina saw right away, of course, her gaze landing on Daniela with silent attention before she ever spoke. 

Daniela tried to ignore it, muttering that she was simply bored, but Alcina only looked at her for a while before calmly stating that she knew her daughters and could sense when something caught their fascination.

Daniela disagreed with it at first, swiftly and almost defensively, stating it wasn't like that, but she didn't seem convinced. Because the idea was already there. How frequently she returned, how long she stayed there, and how everything seemed wrong when you weren't there.

Alcina didn't push, didn't need to. She simply told her, with confidence, that if it truly meant nothing, she wouldn't be so upset, which was enough to make Daniel relent. The feeling was too strong and obvious to ignore, so she eventually asked what she was supposed to do. Alcina basically told her to express herself, write to you, and put her emotions somewhere she could easily understand them.

Daniela didn't answer right away, but later, alone, she found herself thinking of you again - your voice, your stories, the way you always listened to her, no matter how chaotic she was. Because the idea of not seeing you again felt wrong in a way she couldn't express, and it was enough for her to realize she wasn't going back out of boredom any longer, nor was she staying because she had nothing else to do. She was coming back for you, and she had fallen in love between visits.

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Donna Beneviento:

You stood out from the start. Donna had become used to being forgotten at the lords' meetings, sitting quietly aside from the others while voices rose and fights filled the room, her presence recognized only when necessary. She wasn't expecting anything else. 

It was easier that way. But you noticed her. Not in a way that drew attention or made her uncomfortable, but softly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. When you came, you greeted her with a tiny smile, a lingering gaze, and a gentleness in your voice that no one else had used. She couldn't understand why that stuck with her.

At first, it was just something she was reflecting on later, in the privacy of her own home, replaying small moments she knew no one else would notice. You started staying with her longer after meetings, speaking to her after everyone else had left, and filling the silence with something warm. 

It was awkward at first, with her responses brief, but you never rushed her or made her feel like she needed to be more than she was. And eventually, she found herself inviting you to remain. Tea became an excuse.

A peaceful habit formed without either of you noticing it. You would sit with her in that little, gloomy room, talking gently about topics that didn't seem important, while she listened more than talked. 

Angie, of course, never stopped talking about it, constantly yelling, mocking, and pointing out how Donna's focus was always on you, how she seemed lighter when you were around. Donna would attempt to calm her down, her hands grasping slightly in her lap, but she would never send you away.

It began like the others: voices rose, tension in the room, with Heisenberg's typical biting words cutting the air. Donna stayed mute, as she always did, her eyes dropped, and her hands still. But this time, you didn't keep silent.

Your voice rang through the room, firm in a tone she hadn't heard before, directed at him, calling him out for the way he spoke and acted. Donna felt a sudden, uncomfortable tightening in her chest as she looked up, her gaze focused only on you.

You defended her. Not because you had to. Because you wanted to. No one has ever done this before. No one had ever chosen to stay by her side, to speak for her, or to see her as you did without asking for anything in return.

Because the way her chest tightened when you spoke, the way her attention stayed on you, the way the thought of you leaving suddenly felt unbearable...

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Mother Miranda:

You thought Miranda wouldn't fall in love? You're completely wrong.

When she approached you as Mia, it was calculated, controlled, every word chosen carefully, every movement intentional. You were simply a source of information, someone near enough to Ethan to be valuable, someone she could easily control. At least that was the plan.

Getting close to you was simple. You trusted her, spoke to her without hesitation, and allowed her to stay with you longer than she should have. At first, she followed the plan perfectly, soft smiles, a gentle tone, just enough warmth to make you comfortable, just enough distance to stay in control.

However, the longer she stayed, the more difficult it got to keep up the charade. You spoke to her as if she were still Mia, as if her presence and the way she looked at you were normal. You did not doubt her. I didn't hesitate. Miranda began to notice things she shouldn't have cared about, such as the way your voice softened when you spoke to her...

It eventually became less about the mission. She started hanging around longer than necessary, asking questions she didn't need answered, and making reasons to be near you, to touch you. You allowed it every time, thinking it was just friendly touches. That was her first mistake. The second step was recognizing that she didn't want to stop.

The change didn't happen all at once, but it became hard to ignore in a way she couldn't explain: you smiled at her, something gentle and genuine, untouched by fear or manipulation, and Miranda froze. 

It didn't feel like control. It seemed like something she desired. After that, everything changed, even if she refused to admit it. She still played her part, spoke like Mia, but something behind it had changed, something she couldn't control in the same way she controlled everything else. Her look remained longer, her voice softened accidentally, and she despised it because Miranda never loses control.

But you made her. This wasn't about Rose anymore; it wasn't about the mission, and she couldn't end it without consequences. It was about you. Because loving you represented vulnerability, risk, and something she may lose. 

She didn't back down, didn't stop it while she still had the opportunity, because a part of her - the one she believed she had buried long ago, refused to let you go. And that is how she knew. It was never just manipulation or a role she was performing. She had fallen in love with you somewhere between lies and reality, between control and something far more deadly, which was something she couldn't afford.

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Karl Heisenberg:

You think Heisenberg didn't notice you the moment you walked into that room? Please. You're not like your aunt, and that was enough to capture his attention. You vary from Alcina, who breathes cold elegance and control. Less predictable. And Karl? He likes things that don't fit in their proper places.

At first, it's simply entertainment. teasing you at meetings, making jokes about you simply to see how you respond, and watching you rather than listening to anything Miranda says. You don't answer as he expects. And this simply makes him push harder. It becomes a habit without him knowing, seeking you out, and making reasons to talk to you.

You wind yourself sneaking away together more than once, slipping out of meetings or walking into areas of the castle where neither of you is meant to be, as if it were a game. There is no strain like with the others, no endless desire to prove anything. Just calm moments, snarky jokes, and the rare smirk he doesn't bother hiding.

But one of those moments lasts longer than it should. You're someplace hidden away, far enough away from everyone else that the castle's noise doesn't bother you, and for once, he's not talking. Not making jokes, pressuring, or testing you. Just... there. Watching you.

Still looking at you like you're something worth keeping around, like you're something he doesn't want anyone else getting too close to. And the thought of you walking back into that room, back to the others, suddenly doesn't sit right with him.

Because it's not just amusement anymore, not just curiosity or some passing interest he can drop the moment he gets bored. You've become something more than that, something that slipped past all his usual rules without him noticing.

Because somewhere between teasing you, arguing with you, and those quiet moments you weren't supposed to share, he stopped treating it like a game. He wanted you to be only his.

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Ethan Winters:

You thought he would give up after the first time you said no. He did not.

Ethan was persistent without being forceful or making others feel uncomfortable. The first time he asked you out, it was awkward and shy, as if he wasn't sure he should be doing it. You politely rejected, and he nodded, a little uncomfortable, muttered something about understanding and not wanting to make things awkward.

But he kept trying.

Not irritating or forceful, but simply tiny tries. Casual comments of getting coffee, asking if you wanted to join him on a walk, and other basic requests were easy to decline. You did, at first. You had reasons, and he respected them. He never pushed or questioned you, simply accepting it and moving on as if nothing had happened.

But it did. He continued coming back, not just to ask you out, but also to chat, to sit with you for longer than necessary, and to make reasons to be with you. It became routine, your discussions, the quiet times, the way he would check in on you without making it obvious.

And sometime along the road, it stopped being about inviting you out.

He started to notice things. The way you smiled when he said something silly, listened even when he didn't make much sense, and being with you made things feel a bit simpler. Because one day, he asked again, anticipating the same response, ready to laugh it off and pretend it didn't matter.

And you did not say no. It wasn't an important moment. Just a simple, "Okay."

And it mattered more than anything else.

The date wasn’t perfect. It was basic, a bit awkward at times, and you were both confused about how to act now that things had changed. But Ethan did not mind. He didn't want things to be flawless.

Because you were present. And it was enough.

Every tiny moment after that, he began to look forward to seeing you, the way your presence became something he relied on without realizing it, the way the concept of returning to how things were before didn't feel right.

He did not say it right away. Didn't hurry it. But he knew. He fell in love with you...

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Leon Kennedy:

Leon, our adorable dork. Yeah... He's the sort that falls in love at first sight, and unfortunately for him, that moment comes while he's half-conscious, bleeding, and being brought into your medical station. He doesn't even notice what's going on at first; just an explosion of activity, the sound of voices, and then you, leaning over him and working as if nothing else matters. And that's it. That is all it takes. Even in that state.

Because now that he is conscious, he realizes that he is gazing, and he is suddenly extremely aware of how near you are, how your hands move so smoothly, how your voice remains steady no matter what condition he is in - and yes, that is when he becomes a total disaster.

Initially, he attempts to act normally. Professional, as if this were just another task and you were another medic. But it doesn't take long for everything to fall apart. He makes reasons to return even when his injuries are small, and makes tiny jokes or uncomfortable comments to keep you chatting for a bit longer. And the worst part? He understands what he's doing and how blatant it is, yet he can't seem to stop himself.

What he does not expect is how soon it becomes more than simply a crush.

Because the more time he spends with you, it develops into something deeper. It's in the way he looks for you as soon as he walks into the room, the way he blindly trusts you, and how your presence becomes something fixing rather than distracting.

 And then, as they usually do, one operation fails, and he is unable to locate you for a little while. Just a second, maybe two, but that's plenty. Enough for that extreme fear to strike him before he can stop it, enough for him to rush without thinking, searching for you as if nothing else counts until he finds you again.

Because that emotion was unusual, not for someone he had just met, and not for something that was meant to be brief. This isn't simply him being distracted; it's not a harmless crush that he can laugh off later. This is something deeper, something that has been growing since the first time he saw you...

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Grace Ashcroft:

Do you think Grace would be subtle about it? Not a chance. She is a real nerd, absolutely committed to her profession, constantly focused and organized - but what about you? Yes, she's gone. It probably begins when she first hears your voice over communications, and she simply pauses for a second, like - oh. Oh no. 

Because she's now paying a bit too much attention, listening a little too carefully, noting how you speak and how you maintain your thoughts, no matter what happens. She's hooked from that point on.

At first, she tries to tell herself that it is nothing but adoration or like a crush. You're good at what you do, so she'd notice. Of course, she'd want to keep you safe, lead you properly, and ensure everything runs well. 

That is her job. But then she starts doing things that aren't technically part of her job, like monitoring your vitals more frequently than necessary, leaving your communication line open a bit longer, and providing you updates you didn't ask for simply to see how you react. And when do you do it? Yea... She's staring at her screen with a stupid smile.

It just gets worse as you interact. She begins to recall small details that you say, bringing them up later without even realizing it, and subtly changing missions to make things easier for you, although telling herself it's just efficiency. It is not. She knows it isn't.

Things become chaotic, louder than normal, and riskier as your signal goes out for a brief period of time. She's yelling your name before she even thinks about it, her voice losing that calm, and when you finally react, your voice comes back over the comms as if nothing happened. She genuinely needs to take a breath.

Howdy, darling! This is such a cute prompt🥹🥹yes I absolutely can write this for you! Thanks for your time ♡ I hope you enjoy!

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╰┈➤Fluff: Established Relationship-Alcina Dimitrescu | Feminine Reader

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The wind howled past you like an angry wolf,

each snow flake bit at your skin with frozen teeth.

You could hardly see, your only source of vision being from your hand held flashlight.

The bag on your back was the reason for your journey, a shipment of Bulgarian grapes your lover planned to turn into wine. To Alcina, these fruits were simply unattainable had it not been for you. She couldn't leave the village, and she didn't trust anyone else with such foreign specialty.

Though she didn't like the danger brought with the trip, you were employed as an explorer way before you and her met. Your job was often to work with the Duke in the business of around the world goods. Whatever he needed stocked, he'd give you the money needed and send you off to handle the terrains his carriage couldn't take him. In a sense, you were the bird in between.

You assured Alcina that you'd be fine, you had traveled worse roads and been lost in more terrifying environments.

You, however, should've known better than to assume the weather. Your past experiences should've warned you that an unexpected blizzard would be highly possible; especially in Romania. Sudden temperature drops were fairly common, and snow wasn't unusual. Though, had you thought it out a little better, you would've waited the night out in shelter.

Regardless, you pushed through on the faint trail you'd grown to recognize. You've been to Castle Dimitrescu many times for deliveries, those of which being how you and Alcina were introduced in the first place.

Your thick jacket was littered in snow, your hair basically painted white. You most certainly couldn't feel your fingertips anymore, despite the wool gloves that clung around them. Each wrong step on a broken branch or an unseen hole in the ground caused a sore ache to your ankles and feet. What time was it, even? Late enough for sundown, of course. Though the exact time you weren't sure. You just knew it had been all day of traveling, only occasionally stopping for breaks when needed.

The broken, mossy pillars of Castle Dimitrescu finally came into your near view. An audible sigh of relief escaped, causing a white cloud of cold air to form around your mouth.

When the large, steel door, embedded with Alcina's family logo swung open with a creek; you shook yourself off by the entrance as much as possible, not wanting to bring in the cold, wet snow and risk damaging one of the daughter's flies.

You walked into the large hall, past the swirling staircase, through the dark dining room, and eventually out of the other door. The courtyard felt horrendous now that you had felt the warm heater inside the castle. Your bones begged for a break, your nose sniffling.

Opening the next set of double, wooden doors that were hidden in a corner of the courtyard, your skin tingled walking into the heated space once more.

You silently cursed any God that would listen for Alcina having so many stairs in her quarters,

You even had to sit down and simply breathe for a second. You'd been traveling for days, to the border of Romania and back into the old city. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it. Anything was worth it for Alcina…and the paycheck helped too.

You looked up the stairs, it was just a little further. Just a little more and you'd finally be able to see Alcina again. The distance was tortuous. You were more than happy to be back. You'd get to sleep in a familiar bed; you reckoned she'd even let you sleep in tomorrow.

And that isn't to mention she'd be thrilled to see you, Alcina was always more clingy than she let on. Plus, she's been anticipating her package, she'd been thrilled with your diligence and your delivery.

Those thoughts alone were enough to power you once more. You stood up, readjusted your bag, and ignored every burn in your joints. You began to pretty much count every single step.

At the top, your breath was heavier, more panting.

Your knuckles were cracking as your shaky hand knocked on her large, brown door. You heard Alcina groan from inside, no doubt she assumed it was unwanted company: such as a maid. The lock clicked once, the wood screeching across the floor; leaving a faint scratch mark.

Alcina's golden eyes widened upon looking down at you, her face honoring the unimaginable soft expression she reserved for only you.

“My, you've made it back.” Her voice was a mixture of disbelief and strange emotions that she struggled to name.

You were so tiny standing in front of her, though your pride was bigger than the world. You nodded happily, holding your chin up as you took the bag from your back.

“Yep! And I've brought your order. Safe and sound.” You unzipped the first layer to reveal fresh, contained green and purple grapes.

Alcina beamed, a small laugh following. Her large hand was placed on your shoulder, she used it to guide you into her room. Her opposite hand reached out to take the bag from your hold.

“You've done wonderfully, my little traveler.”

She picked up one of the blankets from a nearby basket, wrapping the warm cotton around your frame. You sighed, grabbing each end and pulling it tighter around you.

“You're nearly frozen solid. Did you not anticipate the storm?”

You didn't know if the warmth on your cheeks was from Alcina or from the burn of the cold. You shook your head, a slight shiver running down your spine, “I didn't. I thought it would be a clear night.”

She hummed, setting the grapes down on the table, and gesturing towards the couch for you to sit. Her long legs made quick strides to the fireplace in the corner, she knelt to coo it to life.

When the embers struck into orange flames, Alcina walked to sit beside you, her arm instantly wrapping around your body; pulling you flushed against her.

“Silly girl, I suppose I'll just have to warm you.”

You hummed, tilting your head to look up at her, “A warm bath would be nice.”

Alcina smiled down at you, shaking her head, “No, I was thinking more like..” her hand came up to cradle your cheek, her face leaning down to place a soft kiss to your forehead, “..that.”

You immediately froze, your eyes widening. Your mouth opened and closed, much like a fish out of water. Your words came out in incoherent stutters, Alcina simply kissed your mouth to hush you.

She then kissed the corner of your lips, your rosey cheeks, your bright red nose and your sparkling eyes. You were finding it increasingly harder to breathe with every touch she granted.

Alcina's hand slipped from your cheek to your chest, feeling how rapidly your heart was beating.

“So flustered by just a few kisses?” She teased, pulling back to admire her work; your face was already so covered with her smudged, red lipstick, “Mortals are so easy to please.”

When you didn't respond with words, only that cheesy smile hanging from your lips, her amusement grew, “I ought to keep going, then.”

Alcina did, relentlessly.

Her lips were attaching to each piece of your face, your body slumping even further into her hold. At one point, the blanket that was wrapped around you had fallen off; pooling around your waist. Alcina momentarily stopped her soft attacks to readjust it back around your shoulders, her gloved hands making work to ensure the material was tucked beneath your arms .

When you were bundled up again, Alcina reached over to the coffee table, grabbing a spare lipstick that laid on top. She reapplied her classic red, her lips continuing their mission happily.

You could've sworn you saw stars. Soft giggles and that goofy smile never wearing from you. In a way, it was working; she was warming you up. Just more in a shy manner than with actual heat.

“Do you feel better?” She asked in that rich tone that never failed to melt you. Her eyes carefully scanned over your face, admiring how good her smudged color looked on your skin. Her eyes met your half-lidded ones, the look of pure bliss spreading on your face,

“Nnnngh..”

Alcina's eyebrow quickly arched, her head tilting, much to resemble a confused puppy, “What?”

“Nngh..mmm”

“Darling, what-”

You nuzzled your cold nose into her neck, causing a shiver to respond in her body. You cut her off with your alien-like noises, resulting in her eyebrows furrowing. Was this..normal?

“Mmmmm”

Alcina pursed her lips, her hand patting your back in a soothing way. Each little connection her hand made earned a soft grunt for you. It was almost comical how malfunctioning you were, “Perhaps we ought to get you in the bed.”

“Mm!” That one sounded very grumpy, it even shook your shoulders. Alcina froze, not wanting to disturb you further. You kept huffing, though she couldn't figure out what it was you wanted.

Eventually, you sighed, your hand shooting out from the blanket containing you, landing directly on her face. Alcina made an undignified sound for a woman so regal, she instinctively tried to pull away from your grasp.

Instead, you lifted your head from her neck, using your grip to shove her face against the side of your cheek.

Alcina stared for a moment, though she quickly smiled when she figured out what you were asking for. She puckered her lips, pulling you close into her lap and kissing all over your face once more.

You sighed happily, your eyes fluttering shut.

“You're spoiled.” She whispered against your nose, her hands holding either side of your waist to keep you steady.

You responded in yet another unknown noise, one that she couldn't begin to describe.

Alcina kept kissing you softly until your breathing evened out. She felt oddly thankful for her size, as its added strength made you easy to lift. She carried you to the bed, ensuring you were cuddled securely beneath the blankets.