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running-with-kn1ves · 1 year

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Modern AU! Alcina Dimitrescu X GN! Reader

A/N: thank you my 3 women loving followers for your support, here is a self indulgent dominant lady fic.

Content Warnings: dubcon/noncon, NSFW, GN reader in lingerie/tied up, violence, manipulation, gaslighting, yandere themes, scratching, power imbalance.

Synopsis: Your fiance who is powerful in more ways than one, comes back home to punish you for your recent getaway attempts.

Word count: 2300

Alcina Dimitrescu didn’t have much time in life for simple pleasures.

When it came to her evenings and weekends, she was often still slaving away in her office, making sure each report and data chart was made with precision-- the precision that shaped her company and financial success. Her routine consisted of 7 shots of espresso and yelling at languid underlings who dared to be useless in her presence, which took up a great chunk of her day when she wasn’t staring at monthly stock reports and hundreds of emails.

Alcina had just finished up the last of her work long past office hours, leaving the tall woman with a more than ill-tempered mood. She was never one to be ignorantly carefree or without a dash of skepticism, but today had shown a more than sour side of the CEO.

So when the exhausted woman busted through the door with stray hairs sticking out of her business-casual hairdo, dark circles shadowing underneath her eyes-- she couldn’t help but look to the nearest thing to relieve her tension. Unfortunately, the first thing she set eyes on was the closed bedroom door.

The front door to her penthouse shut with a loud echo, the bedroom door ripping open next in the same pattern. Alcina set down a set of folders and her purse on the bedroom vanity desk, not shedding a glance at your helpless form on the bed.

Her sudden presence was a vast change from the silence you had grown accustomed to, only ever sensing the tick of a clock and the hum of the fridge which nearly drew you to insanity. These past 7 hours bound-- with your hands and feet tied to the edges of the bed-- had made your mind drone. The dark of the blindfold wrapped around your eyes made you rely on your ears, which found it very easy to sense Alcina’s loud entrance.

You immediately tensed, recognizing the specific click, click, click of the black high heels she wore every friday.

“Please--” You begged, rubbing your tied ankles together in an attempt to break free of your restraints. Nothing good could come from her presence back home, and you weren't prepared to take in the consequences she would soon give out.

You had attempted that morning to get to the airport and travel as far as possible from her, having won your autonomy back from the woman after behaving civilly and remaining by her side since the proposal she pushed upon you. But this attempt had destroyed any future advantages, showing you were yet to be trusted by her after she caught you triggering the front door security alarm at dawn, suitcase handle in hand. After binding you to the bed, Alcina made sure you were very aware that further punishments would ensue as soon as she got back from work.

Beforehand, you had remained mostly compliant in your relationship with Alcina. She didn't deprive you of your belongings or most of your freedoms upon her relocation of you to her apartment; she only remained vigilant on denying you the ability to leave home without her, nor to become unfaithful. But this new attempt to flee had shown your true colors of fear, thus stripping you of every perk she let you keep upon your engagement.

You began to feel your sobs crack again in your mouth, but you kept it shut to shove them down. Even as you weakly tussled with the rope around your limbs, Alcina didn’t pay much attention. She was too busy flipping off her high heels and removing her coat blazer to pay much mind to your upset state.

But once your desperate pleas left your mouth once more, your hands shaking as you felt the rope rubbing your raw wrists, Alcina began to grow annoyed.

She gave a light slap to your thigh.

"Stop this instant."

You did as she said with a recoiling leg, flinching at the sudden touch you couldn’t see. The woman grabbed the rope keeping you tied to the footboard, sitting on her knees upon the bed to remove the rope from your bare ankles. Your feet had turned a bruised color from hours of rubbing against the rope; Alcina ran her fingers tenderly across the chafed flesh. You flinched again, this time from the shooting pain.

With the last knot undone, your feet were finally free. Just from a simple maneuver of her hands, the businesswoman put your poor attempts from the past several hours to shame.

“There, better now are we?” You gave a small nod, feeling like a cornered dog waiting for her to strike and you to bite out of fear. Alcina grabbed your shins, pushing them away from your weak, limp legs. “Now, open up for me.”

Her gentle sternness made you almost think you were out of the clear-- that maybe she decided your miserable day in dark isolation was enough of a reprimand. But as she widened your legs and came closer, you doubted yourself.

Hot breath fanned over your inner thighs, soft hands coming to massage your hips.

“No--!” You gasped, trying to shut your legs. You had dealt with this specific punishment before, and were not keen on facing it again.

“You don’t have a choice, dearest--” Her voice was laced with annoyance, hissing her syllables as her strong hands fought against your instinct.

“I don’t think you want to see what happens if you keep disobeying,” Alcina heightened, squeezing your ass with a tight grip of her palm.

You reluctantly opened your legs again, though not nearly as wide as she had previously pushed. The woman forced your slow movements to speed up with a harsh grip, yanking your legs open as you quivered.

“Will you p-please untie my hands now..?” You shakily asked.

You weren’t nearly as meek as the first time Alcina grabbed you in such a manner-- but you couldn’t help to naturally stutter at how the woman roughly handled you.

Alcina hummed, breath fanning over your stomach. She took a moment to answer, dragging her hand up underneath the cute red underwear you had been forced to shamefully wear. You had been dressed in this humiliating lingerie get-up since this morning when she decided to fulfill your punishment, and Alcina couldn’t help but deliciously eye you and the lingerie set, completely decked out with thigh garters and ribbon.

“That’s quite a daring question from someone in your position.” She said bitterly.

You kept your mouth shut after that, firmly pressing your lips together as you anxiously awaited to negotiate more terms of your punishment. But Alcina didn’t seem quite up for talking.

The businesswoman leaned in between your legs, her nose pressed against your underwear as she gave a nuzzle into your crotch. She seemed to be tempting you, waiting for your touchy gasps to arrive; she knew how sensitive you were once she could get you going. You kept your legs firm and steady against the sheets, knees leaning inward as you tried to stay calm.

“Please Alcina-- I’m sorry I just--”

You tried to talk to her, but the woman’s hand suddenly came to meet your clothed sex, rubbing gently as you talked.

“I don’t know what got… got a hold of me,”

You tried to justify your actions of leaving to her, but couldn’t help sense the slow, pulsating sensation of pleasure she was pulling from you. Her chilled hands refused to give you the warmth and enjoyment of an embrace, coldly searching for that rhythm that would turn you to putty. She held your hip with her other hand firmly, gripping so you could feel the nick of her sharp, pedicured nails. Alcina wanted you to feel pain, to feel pleasure you could never replicate alone or with another soul-- and to pull it away to leave you begging.

“I promise it won’t happen again, so please unt--”

“Quiet!” Alcina roughly pulled your body closer to her, your arms straining against the headboard. Her cupped hand came to meet your awakening sex, rubbing full, slow circles as she stared at your wincing face. "You defy me after all I've done for you… the privileges you've been given, the time I've exhausted,"

You whimpered as she began to circle around the wettening spot on your underwear with the pad of her thumb.

"I come home after providing for you, to this. To an ungrateful little tantrum."

Alcina's subtle accent grew the more frustrated she got, her hand removing from your twitching pelvic bone as she grabbed the bottom of your thighs. Her sharp fingernails dragged down the supple flesh, thin lines of peeking red forcing your face into a grimace.

You had been Alcina Dimitrescu's fiancé for some time now, one that she easily managed to keep under her paw with domineering threats and promises of a good, wealthy life. No matter if she enjoyed the taste of your blood a bit more than normal fiancés did, or held more power in the relationship than most, that was all trivial when it came to the meat of your relationship. And yet, you still defied her, still dared to bashfully turn away when she offered you affection, and attempted to “escape” her clutches. She was hurt, more hurt than you would ever know, but she wouldn’t dare show that to you. Not when you had yet to be reprimanded for such unacceptable actions.

No fiancé of hers would act this way, in public or otherwise. She knew how good you could be, how obedient… and she would do what it took to remind you of your place.

"I'll show you what happens if you dare to leave my side.”

Alcina’s claw-like nails ripped the pretty lace that was your underwear, cutting the flimsy garment to reveal your bare skin.

You felt the sharp sting of Alcina's hand on your buttocks once more with a jolt, sensing she was getting closer as the bedsheets rustled. You had still been stripped of your sight, adding to your fear and impatience to be released. Tension was building in your lower half with every stroke of the CEO's palm in an attempt to begin your torture. She planned to bring you from orgasm to orgasm, denying breaks or moments to recover in a meticulous attempt to change your most pleasurable moments into ones of suffering and sensitivity. It wasn't the first time she used overstimulation against you, and probably wouldn't be the last. It was by far her favorite method of punishment, despite its necessary patience.

The businesswoman let out a sadistic, low chuckle. It was almost mocking, a small ‘poor dear’ escaping from her lips as she ran her fingers up your navel, tip-toeing like a lover would.

“I want you to apologize.” Alcina demanded, her fingers now caressing your lips, as her knee moved to spread your legs further.

“I’m sorry--”

You were abruptly cut off by the sudden feeling of a large thumb forced past your words, swirling against the stickiness of your tongue.

“Shh.” Alcina tsked. “I don’t want to hear it from your lips.”

You let out a low groan at the sensation of her finger exploring your mouth, touching your teeth with the lightest graze, daring to gently rake her nail over your tongue.

“Show me with your body.”

The businesswoman’s other hand went to your now exposed sex, her closed mouth humming as she looked down at the mess you made. She played with your aroused lower half in a delicate manner, teasing with the heaviest of touches. Even without witnessing your desperately expressive eyes, Alcina enjoyed watching your lips purse around her finger when she made your body writhe. She loved how your chest rose and faltered with eached hitched breath, how your limp hands clenched at the ropes when she sped up her pace.

You were becoming more worked up as she fully began to pleasure you against your desire, creating an intense impact with only her two hands. She felt so relaxed-- able to watch as her adorable spouse-to-be was absolutely bewitched by her every move. you felt her covered breasts brush against your shoulder as she leaned down to press gentle bites against your collarbone.

Alcina pulled her thumb from your mouth, allowing you to follow with a series of hiccups and pleas of pleasure.

“Alcina--” Your cracked voice cried.

Her grip on you suddenly grew tighter as she seemed to remember that this was supposed to be a punishment-- not a reward. No matter how much she wanted to unzip her tight skirt, remove the binds from your bruised wrists, and pull you under her, she knew there was authority to uphold. And though it might not seem so-- but giving out your punishment could be just as fun as indulging herself, if she managed not to exhaust you too much.

Your dry lips felt the touch of a suffocating cloth, ticklish lace scratching your nose as the fabric was pushed into your mouth. Alcina pressed the ripped garment further down your throat, relishing in how your underwear looked almost as good keeping your mouth shut as it did when you wore it correctly.

Tears began to bubble up in your eyes as muffled sobs exited your mouth, Alcina's rub of your arousal spreading to coat your sex in an effort of humiliation. The woman huffed, gripping your jaw with one hand, your dripping sex with the other.

Running her hands down your body she slid to your hips, prying open your legs again once more to bring her mouth to your sweet spot-- one that she’d make sure to overstimulate into oblivion. It was safe to say, your pleasure would be quite short-lived tonight, soon to be replaced by oversensitivity and bittersweet pain.

"Remember, dragostea mea," Alcina whispered, hot breath and toothy canines hitting your thigh.

"I’m only giving you what you deserve."

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freyanistics · 1 year

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Hehe little wife swooning big wife

Art by Marshimelli

#I love getting art of these two #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #natasha dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x oc #self insert #self indulgent #lesbians

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 month

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Below the cut is the final organised post list for this year’s kinktober event. At the end of October this post will be deleted and the actual masterlist will go up in its place.

Under 18s and ageless blogs will be blocked if you interact with this post.

week 1 -> female reader inserts

oral only ; julie langford x cis female reader insert

dom to sub ; lady tremaine x cis female reader insert

public sex ; zeke yeager x cis female reader insert

on the phone ; alcina dimitrescu x cis female reader insert

sub to dom ; mey rin x trans female reader insert

pet play ; ascended!astarion ancunín x trans female reader insert

fucked dumb ; golden cheese cookie x cis female reader insert

week 2 -> non binary and neutral reader inserts

oral only ; sparkling cookie x neutral amab reader insert

dom to sub ; mammon (helluva) x non binary amab reader insert

public sex ; wally darling x neutral afab reader insert

on the phone ; billy lenz x non binary amab reader insert

sub to dom ; poly kitmas (ghosts) x neutral afab reader insert

pet play ; poly vees (hazbin) x neutral afab reader insert

fucked dumb ; hollyberry cookie x non binary afab reader insert

week 3 -> male reader inserts

oral only ; rika kim x unspecified male reader insert

dom to sub ; adam (hazbin) x trans male reader insert

public sex ; pyramid head x cis male reader insert

on the phone ; jamie winton x trans male reader insert

sub to dom ; poly m&m (helluva) x cis male reader insert

pet play ; angela blanc x cis male reader insert

fucked dumb ; lord oyster cookie x cis male reader insert

[posting break from the 21st until the 31st to recover]

halloween -> self indulgent prompt

loss of virginity ; elias gallagher x cis fem reader insert

#sleepingdeath #kinktober #minors dni #ageless blogs dni

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lesbianecrivain · 10 months

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An excerpt from my Isabela Madrigal x female!OC. I'm almost at the finish line with this fanfic. I'll publish them in one sitting when I finish them. This fanfic would probably be less than or equal to 15 chapters. Meanwhile, my Lady Dimitrescu fanfic is 💀💀 I cant seem to write anything for that fanfic even though I already planned the course of actions and its ending 😓 tho i'll also publish the remaining chapters of that fanfic in one sitting—I'm at chapter 11 with that fanfic, which will probably also be more or less than 15 chapters.

I hope that when I publish my Isabela Madrigal x OC fanfic, y'all will like it 🥺 It's extra gay ofc and kinda self-insert

#Isabela Madrigal #Lady Dimitrescu #Retourne-toi!#isabela madrigal x reader #isabela madrigal x oc #lady dimitrescu x original character #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil #lesbian #sapphic #fanfic

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miss-atena · 1 year

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Fanfiction and Headcanons Masterpost

On today's list of my impulsive acts, a masterpost/masterlist of my writting stuff. probs gonna pin this and edit it regularly so that yall can know what to expect.

Update: I'm adding a DNI cuz I'm afraid of the internet after coming back and leaving Twitter, and also think it is worth putting some important info on my boundaries.

Writting requests: Open

Drawing Requests: Open

DNI

LGBTQIAphobic, Racist, Misogynist, Ableists, basically prejudiced people in general

Non-traumagenic Systems.

Proshippers!!!

Danganronpa/Omori heavy accounts (personal reasons)

If you romanticize abuse of any kind!!!!

Caliborn (Homestuck) kinnie

Pro-israel!!!

My boundaries

Im okay with NSFW accounts following me as long as it is stated in the Bio and has nsfw tagged.

I draw self insert x canon and my OCS x canon. I will always tag in case someone doesn't like dupes or sharing.

I will write/draw heavy gorey, graphic violence and slightly suggestive stuff besides the normal angst, romantic, platonic, fluff and those common things of such.

I will write heavier topics, but with respect to the topics and with due research, so it may take me some while.

I WONT write/draw problematic stuff such as incest, pedophilia and non con stuff. In writting i may briefly mention past SA or abuse BUT I WON'T WRITE ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS WITH CHARACTERS

It is a 50/50 chance of if I will write/draw yandere stuff. I am not the biggest fan of it, but if I do write it, don't expect anything romanticized, the characters will be portrayed as bad people.

I will ONLY write Ortho Shroud and Sally Williams as platonic. Same with Plushtrap, BB, JJ, DeeDee, Gregory and Casey from FNAF.

Fandoms I draw/write for: Homestuck (no epilogues or HS^2), Hiveswap, Creepypasta, Osomatsu-san, Madness Combat, Five Nights at Freddy's, Twisted Wonderland, The Amazing Digital Circus.

What I write/draw: OcxCanon (MUTUALS ONLY), CanonxCanon, ReaderxCanon, solo characters, general headcanons, aus.

If there is anything not clear, send me an ask or DM and I'll explain things to the best of my abilities

Masterlist for written works

CREEPYPASTA / SLENDERVERSE

My slendermanor au infodump

Neurodivergent headcanons with creepyppasta pt. 1

My Creepypasta AUs in general

Creepypastas soft spots

Creepypastas with an S/O that does SH

Tim/Masky with a super tall Reader

Jupiter Volkomenn x Tim Wright

The Proxies x Reader who is like Lady Dimitrescu

Tim Wright with Hanahaki disease x reader

X Virus x Biology Nerd Reader

Genuine - X Virus x Assistant Eri

Birthday Wish - X Virus x Assistant Eri

Jason the Toymaker x ADHD Reader

Jason the Toymaker x Chosen One Reader

FNAF

Monty with a Sick S/O

Monty conforting a heartbroken Reader

HOMESTUCK

Humanstuck Infodump +family dynamics

Pale Cronus x Porrim headcanon

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Jamil Viper x Yumi Yozakura - unusual surprise

Riddle Rosehearts x Nene Damseletta - Tea for Two

Vil Schoenheit x Idia Shroud Headcanons

Jamil Viper x Yumi Yozakura - Lunchbreak Talk

Vil Schoenheit x Trey Clover - Hidden Quirks (Headcanons)

NRC Staff with a Blue Point Siamese chaotic cat

Leona Kingscholar x Reader - Purring

Leona Kingscholar x Marina Havik - Post-Game Praises (Headcanons)

#masterpost #masterlist #creepypasta fanfic #fnaf fanfic #homestuck headcanons #creepypasta headcanons #homestuck #hiveswap #osomatsu-san #madness combat #creepypasta #fnaf #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland

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alpurrtwhizkersss · 2 years

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a little introduction [2023]

hey, my name’s Alpurrt, otherwise known as alpurrtwhizkersss here on Tumblr :)

i decided i’d do an introduction post because i’m thinking of starting to write on here.

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/alpurrtwhizkersss/698998070518644736/i-love-you?source=share

i’ll be writing on my own, so i don’t rely on requests but they’d be really great to recieve!

you can find my pronouns in my bio, they may change quite often so i’m not going to put them here because i can’t be bothered coming back to edit this post every week :’)

i do lots of things! my main passion is art, but i’m not sure how much of that i’ll be posting on here, so i’ll mainly be posting about my other passion, which is writing!

here’s the good bit that you all probably care about, what fandoms i write for! okay, actually, first i’m going to tell you my rules for writing:

feel free to request things using the ask box! i’ll always have in my bio whether my requests are open or closed, and i’ll try and get to requests (if i get any) as soon as i can, but since i’m currently at school they may take a while, so please be patient with me :D

I will not write:

Smut, requests concerning serious mental disorders/issues, very dark topics, anything which could insinuate a lack of consent in a relationship, other’s OCs/self-inserts, canon ships (I only write X Readers!)

I will write:

Angst, fluff, making out, hurt/comfort, injury/violence descriptions (this does not mean self harm, I’m sorry but I don’t feel comfortable writing about this topic.), X Reader write from prompts if you give me a prompt and a character, platonic!reader, familial relationship!reader (NOT ROMANTIC) and LGBT+!Reader/Ships!

If you have any questions about these rules/want to clear anything up, drop me an ask!

NOW! Fandoms I write for (With the characters!)

Star Wars:

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Poe Dameron, Finn, Rey Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Han Solo, Leia Organa-Solo, Qui-Gon Jinn, Lando Calrissian, Satine Kryze- All of the clones, I’ll really write for anyone from Star Wars, apart from Rebels- since I haven’t seen that yet! But I will update you all when I have :)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Shang Chi, Katy Chen, pretty much all of the Eternals apart from Sprite, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Miles Morales, Foggy Nelson, and Matt Murdock.

I will write for pretty much every X-Men character, I also write for the Fantastic 4 :)

DC:

I write for Gotham as well as other DC canons, so literally send ‘em all in, but if you want specifics:

Every Young Justice character, the entire Batfamily (Damian is questionable, depends what the request entails.), most villains apart from The Joker, most Arrowverse characters, characters from the Sandman, The Suicide Squad (2021), Peacemaker, and John Constantine. There’s probably many more I haven’t thought of, so like I said, just send them all in to me :)

Resident Evil:

Leon S Kennedy, Ada Wong, Albert Wesker, Claire Redfield, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, William Birkin, Annette Birkin, Sherry Birkin, Jake Mueller, Lady Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Karl Heisenberg, Rose Winters, Joseph Frost, Richard Aikens, Forest Speyer, Luis Sera, Ashley Graham.

Finally, we have some other fandoms that I write for but that aren’t my mains! I won’t be listing names of characters I write for these fandoms so just send a request in and I’ll likely do it :)

Lord Of The Rings

Star Trek

Doctor Who

His Dark Materials (I won’t write for Lyra unless she’s older)

Criminal Minds

The Lost Boys

BBC Ghosts

Supernatural

The Umbrella Academy

The Matrix

RDR2

Final Fantasy 7

Harry Potter/Marauders

Power Rangers

TMNT

Les Miserables

Nancy Drew Video Games

The Hardy Boys

Assassin’s Creed

Stranger Things

It (2017/19)

The Walking Dead

James Bond (PLEASE SOMEBODY ASK ME TO WRITE FOR THESE MOVIES I’M LITERALLY BEGGING)

Dirk Gentley’s Holistic Detective Agency

Six of Crows

Hannibal

Newsies

The Walking Dead

helplines:

America:

https://www.apa.org/topics/crisis-hotlines

Britain:

https://www.centreformentalhealth.org.uk/helplines-and-crisis-contacts#:~:text=If%20you're%20in%20crisis,line%20%2D%20text%20SHOUT%20to%2085258

#fanfiction #writer #writers #writers on tumblr #introduction post #send me requests #please i need inspiration #x reader

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fleurmioneotp · 2 years

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Hello!

I...have no excuses ): just been really down since last chapter i posted, i just wrtote something fresh out of the oven, I've been obsessing over Donna Beneviento, The Dimitrescu Ladies, AND Mother Miranda! Yas, she too! I decided to start a one shots for Village :D! Will be with OCs! and my favorite ladies, of couse some are self insert, i won't tell wich ones tho'. ANYWAYS!

first one is up! Is a Dani x MC <3 Village shots has begun!

#my fanfic writing #resident village #Donna my love #Daniela Dimitrescu #firs shot is here #let's goo #hello #i'll try to work on my other fics #i hope i'm able to leave this feeling of meh ):

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sugarkittycat04 · 3 years

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THEY HIT DIFFERENT MAN-

#BI PANIC #my hero academia #my hero academia fanart #my hero academia hawks #Hawks fanart #hawks #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu fanart #lady dimitrescu x self insert #hawks x self insert #my art #Fanart

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doodleferp · 3 years

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Giant woman

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marascomics · 2 years

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hey babe u have some blood on ur lip, let me clean it up for u <3

#kissing in the carnage cause we’re romantic like that #when I tell you they’re all I’ve been drawing 😳#me making self insert oc’s that interact and fall in love with my favourite characters: it’s free therapy #alcina x maiden #maid oc x lady d #res evil #lady dimitrescu #res 8

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theratsareinspace · 3 years

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Cigar Smoke and Metal-Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Check out the Masterlist for the complete fic!

Chapter 1

Cold.

That was the first thing that came to mind as you awoke.

I’m cold.

You tried to sit up, slowly perceiving your surroundings— a dense, snowy forest.

Guess that Uner driver was drunk after all…

The car was smashed up against a tree, the very dead driver still in the driver’s seat. You felt in your pocket for your phone, but you didn’t even have to look at it to know it was a shattered mess.

“Well, shoot.” You mumbled as you once again surveyed your surroundings, trying to figure out where to go. Eventually, your eyes landed on a faint trail of smoke. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire, and where there’s fire, there’s people… usually.

The journey seemed to take hours. As the sun set, creatures seemed to begin skittering around in the shadows. What creatures, though, you couldn’t say. You picked up your pace as skitters turned to the pitter-patter of more predatory animals. Wolves. They began getting closer and closer to you, preparing to go in for the kill. It felt like they were right behind your ear, and all you could think to do was run. You ran and ran and ran from the terrifying creatures. A clearing appeared ahead of you after what felt like an eternity of running. You couldn’t see what all was there, but you saw what you were looking for— civilization. You sprinted up to the first house you saw and banged on the door. No response. None from the second house, either. Or the third. As you caught your breath, you realized the village you had stumbled into was completely desolate. You took shelter on the front stoop of one of the houses, wrapping your thin sweatshirt around your frame. It wasn’t much, but it would keep out some of the bone-chilling cold. You settled into a fetal position and fell asleep, hoping to skip most of the night. Before you drifted to sleep, though, a jingling sound caught your ear.

“You are not from here, are you, girl?” A weathered voice spoke. Looking up, you found an old, greasy-looking hag was leaning over you.

“N… no, no ma’am, I’m not. My Uner driver crashed a ways up the road, and there were wolves, and I ran here. Do you have a phone I could use? Mine’s busted.”

“Hmm… you are a strong one. That could prove useful…” the hag’s voice shifted from scraggly to soft, as if belonging to a young woman.

“I’m… sorry?” You began to speak, but before you finished, the hag turned into a young-looking woman in some sort of priestess getup. Six large wings stuck out of her back. Before you could react to this transformation, the woman pressed a cold palm to your forehead, knocking you out completely.

Again you awoke in a cold, unfamiliar place. A woman dressed head to toe in black and a creepy doll were leaning over you.

“Mother Miraaaaaaaaandaaaaa!!! It’s awaaaaaaaaaake!!!” The doll sang in a hideous voice.

“Moreau, is her Cadou ready yet?” The same young woman from before asked.

“N-N-No, m-mooooother,” an utterly gruesome voice wheezed, “it n-needs a few m-more days to- to- to-“ he retched. “To incubate…”

“I see. I have other duties to attend to. Keep watch on her and keep detailed accounts of her reactions. Be sure she is fed, I do not want you to starve this one.”

“Oh, Ye-Ye-Yes, m-m-mother, thank you f-for this new peoples to experimentate on…”

The woman, who you presumed was Miranda, had seemed to have left.

A hideous man made his way over. “Ehehehehehe… mother thinks you’ll be good for her special child…”

You dared not to speak, fearing for your life.

“I will grab you some eatsies so mother’s special child doesn’t starve!” The grotesque creature left the room, leaving you alone with the funeral-garbed woman and her weird doll.

“What does he mean by… good for ‘mother’s special child’?” You asked the woman.

She didn’t respond. Though you couldn’t see her eyes, you had the feeling she was staring into your very soul. A chill went down your spine, and the room seemed to grow deathly cold.

“HEY, DOLL-FACE!” A gruff voice filled the silence. The woman in black looked to her left. A tall, dirty-looking man wearing a trench coat and wielding a giant hammer was just outside the bars of your cage. He waved his hand and the metal bars bent, allowing him in.

“I heard Mirander’ had found an outsider… thought I’d have a look at it.”

The woman in black bowed her head and stepped away, allowing the dirty man to approach you.

He grabbed your chin and tilted it upward to get a better look at your face.

Instinctively, you bit at his fingers. He retracted his hand. “Ooo, it’s feisty. I like that in a woman, you know.” He turned to the woman in black. “The cadou might not actually kill this one.”

“Mother is gonna use this one for her little baaaaaabyyyyy!!!” The doll screeched.

The man laughed. “That isn’t gonna work for this one.”

“Sheeee doesn’t know that!”

“Maybe I can convince her to give it to me… I’ve been wanting a maid.” He smirked at you, sending another chill down your spine.

“I’m back, people!” A gross voice called down a corridor you couldn’t see.

“Ugh. It’s the freak.” The greasy man took out a cigar and lit it.

The fish-like man entered the room. He was carrying a plate containing a sad looking piece of… something.

“Moreau, have you told Mother Mirander that it won’t work on this one?” The man took a drag of his cigar.

“Mother said it will, so it will. I tolds you not to smoke in here!” The fish man retched.

The greasy man looked at you, or rather, through you. “Don’t worry, sweetcheeks. This’ll all be over soon. Lighten up, you’re getting out of this cell one way or another…” The man picked up his hammer and left.

You didn’t want to think about what either of those outcomes entailed.

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Lady Dimitrescu X Maid! Reader

A/N:Ahh I apologize if this is OOC, I’m always afraid of making them that way when I write! But I tried to keep in mind all of Lady D’s quirks~

Btw I just wanna state that any mention of a “smaller/weaker body” is in comparison to how literally GIGANTIC Lady D is. The reader in this scenario does not have a predetermined body type other than human. Unfortunately not all of us can adorn the grace and beauty of all of Lady Dimitrescu’s 9 feet, therefore I left the reader as being a weak, sloppy lil human :0

TW: Blood/biting/ wounds mentioned, possessive behaviors, forceful behaviors, dubious kissing and touching

“Now girls,”

The tall woman shook a finger in front of their faces, bending down slightly to reach their height.

“Behave.”

“Yes mother.” They said harmonically. The girls’ voices were monotonous, but held a hint of mischief.

Your years as a maid for the Dimitrescu family gave more than enough experience to know that these girls were up to no good. No doubt you’d be in a world of hurt soon. Lady Dimitrescu stood back up, her cigarette flowing smoke near your face.

Despite your new role as a little ‘plaything’ for the three women, you still were given the dignity to wear your uniform. Well, what you assumed was for dignity was just a thrilling idea for the girls. A maid? All to themselves? To drink dry? It was a dream come true. How could they deny themselves of such a cute little helper, stuck in such a tight uniform, always being lower than the rest of them.

“Now, I leave them to you,” Lady Dimitrescu said towards you in her sultry tone. ”If they get a bit rough, just indulge them. Entertain in whatever way you must. Understood?”

You felt yourself shake under her gaze; the woman never looked at you, usually only calling you over when necessary. But now, she stared down at you with a piercing gaze, almost scrutinizing you.

“Yes my lady.”

You bowed lightly, showing respect as she swayed towards the door.

“I’ll be back soon girls, don’t break this one as early as the last, alright?”

“Yes mother!” The three girls giggled, whispering to one another as their guardian walked out.

Once Lady Alcina’s footsteps were too far away to hear, you felt the three girls’ eyes on you. Specifically Daniela’s; something about the unwavering hunger in her face unnerved you. She licked her lips, eyeing you down.

“Now sisters, don’t you think it’s time we play?” Daniela announced, pacing back and forth between her feet.

“Oh yes,” Cassandra replied. “I do think we should take hold of this opportunity mother has given us.”

Grabbing her sickle, Cassandra walked closer to you, her tall stature looking even more intimidating up close. All you were was a chambermaid; the most you came in contact with the masters of the house was to clean up their bedrooms and wash their clothes. So why was this happening to you?

It seemed the universe had no intentions of taking pity on you, as Bela and Daniela followed Cassandra.

“I get first cut, okay?” Cassandra said with haste, licking her sharp teeth.

“No way, I found this one, you got to tear the other one apart last time.” Bela argued.

While the two were busy glaring at one another, sickles at the ready, Daniela made her mark. Jumping atop you, she held your hands down, smiling devilishly from above.

“Miss! What are you-”

“Quiet now love,” She interrupted your words, pressing hard into your legs as she pinned you down. “We’re just going to take small bites now; it’ll be enjoyable...for us.”

The woman giggled, the blood dried to her face making her look even more terrifying.

“Daniela!” One of the sisters behind you screamed, her pouting causing the other sisters to look towards her.

“How dare you start without us; just for that, I’m going to get at least a leg.”

“Not if I get to it first.” Daniela responded, biting into your shoulder. You yelled out in pain, feeling each tooth dig straight in. The agony of your flesh being torn, grew to be too much for you to handle. She bit straight through your clothes, fabric tearing with ease.

“Damn thief.” Cassandra muttered, ripping your hand out of Daniela’s grip. “At least give me an arm.”

Opening your fighting fist, Cassandra dragged her sickle down your palm, bringing a rush of red and pain. As the burning sensation hit your shaking hand, Cassandra lifted the limb to her crouched position.

Her wet tongue gliding over the wound made you shiver, the grip being too strong for you to rip away from.

Bela got on her knees, ready to attack as well. She lifted her sickle back, ready to strike at your lower abdomen.

Before she could, the sound of a creaky door opening filled the silence. No longer was the slurping of your flesh or crackle of the fire ringing in your ears; no, it was the thunderous footsteps of Lady Alcina.

“Daughters!” Lady Dimitrescu entered the room, prying Cassandra off your hand. “What did I say!? Goodness I’m gone for a second and you can’t control yourselves.”

Daniela was pulled next, her teeth refusing to let go as she left deep tooth imprints on your shoulder. The girl whined, her arms reaching out to you again.

“But motherrr,” Daniela whined, stumbling back up on her feet. “We just wanted a taste, that's all!”

“No, you must learn to control your desires. You are all ladies of the Dimitrescu household, you must learn to manage your hunger!”

“We weren’t really going to finish the maid off, just a little bite is all.” Cassandra mumbled, gripping her sickle tight.

“I come back for a mere moment to wish you goodbye and this is what I come to.” Lady Dimitrescu sighs, pacing around the room.

“Well, is the human dead?”

Bela looks over at you, procuring a response. “I don’t believe so, mother. It’s chest is still moving. I didn’t even get a bite before these two did!”

Bela pointed at her sisters accusingly, sticking her tongue out at them as they made angry faces.

“Girls,” Lady Alcina said warningly. “I told you this would be the last creature you get to play with. And you’ve already broken the damn thing! It’s clear you need time to yourselves, without the temptation of a human.”

Walking over to you, Lady Dimitrescu peered downward, blowing smoke towards your face.

“Can you walk, maid?”

You didn’t respond, still in shock of the events that occurred seconds ago.

Alcina sighs, taking your wrist upward. Her abundance of power compared to your limp body, made you rise with ease. Tumbling, you nearly hit the floor again. Lady Alcina caught you quickly, her hand firmly pressed against your stomach.

“Be careful. I can’t have any more staff getting killed.” She mumbled.

Walking out, you were dragged with her, one hand in hers as your other gripped the wounded shoulder.

“Mother! Please!” The girls behind you pouted, throwing a fit. Daniela flopped on the floor, throwing her sickle to the ground. It was clear even though she got the most out of you, she was also the most disappointed.

Lady Dimitrescu didn’t respond, merely shutting the door to the bedroom after you walked out.

“Those girls..” Alcina sighed. Continuing to grip your hand, she turned away from you. She adorned her wide-brimmed hat, indicating she was going to leave the castle. Well, that she was about to, before the events transpired.

“Come with me,” She demanded, pulling your stumbling form towards her. “I can’t have any more of you playthings running away.”

You bumped into her back by accident, feet tripping over one another.

“Ah Miss I’m sorry!” You pulled yourself out of her hand, walking backwards from her. “Please I- I’ll take care of this myself, don’t worry.” You bowed your head, still clutching your shoulder.

“I promise the rest of the staff won’t see a thing. I just need to clean up…” Your voice trails off as she lifts your chin with her finger.

“Who do you think is in charge here?” Alcina demanded.

“You miss-”

“So why are you pulling yourself away from me, Hm? Acting against my orders?”

You stutter, unable to form a sentence as her long, pale finger digs into your skin.

“I really didn’t mean to…”

“If you know any better, you will do as I say.” She said through gritted teeth, hazel eyes burning holes into your own.

Reluctantly, you replied with a short “Yes, my Lady.”

This seemed to please her, as she looked away from you--gripping you by the cuff of your shirt. Despite your curiosity and fear eating away at you, you didn’t ask questions as to her plans for you.

Through the twist and turn of the halls, you recognized that she was leading you to the way of her bedroom.

Not long after the long halls, you found yourself in front of the infamous door. Her bedchambers were right behind it; a place you had never ventured. Sure, you were a chambermaid, but that was for every other room in the house besides hers. No one entered Lady Dimitrescu’s room.

You heard rumors from the other maids about the area; they said it was decorated with the spines of men who dared to reject her, and the eyes of pretty women she was envious of. They were terrifying rumors, things that made you shiver, and caused you to speed walk every time you had to pass by her room.

But now, a part of you couldn’t help but be eager to see if the rumors were true. Thankfully the pain in your arm and hand were beginning to dull as the blood dried. There was still a pulsing pain, but it was no where near as bad as when the girls’ had their teeth in you.

“Now, you are to never speak of this to anyone,” Lady Alcina ordered, twisting a key into the lock. “If you do, I won’t hesitate to let my girls do as they please.”

“Yes my Lady.” Even though the threats were not a usual form of communication from a lady to a maid, you knew better than to speak out of line. She’d kill you faster if you did so.

Opening the door, the tall vampire woman allowed you to walk in first. Giving a short bow, you scampered in meekly.

The gigantic room was intimidating; the ceilings were so high, filled with intricate designs. A fireplace burned brightly in the room, allowing some sense of comfort and ease to you. Despite the lack of attention from the maids, the room looked quite clean.

“Sit.” Lady Dimitrescu demanded, signaling to the end of her bed. Walking over to it, you patted the sheets beforehand. Dust flew into the air. The bed was beautifully made with embroidered patterns and gold lacing, but it seemed to be just for show.

It was clear no one had slept in that bed for years.

You watched Lady Alcina take off her hat leisurely. She moved around the room, digging in various drawers for something she seemed to be missing. Muttering under her breath, she finally found the item she was looking for. Pulling out a roll of bandages and a rag. A bowl of water was already waiting nearby on a desk across from you.

“Grab that for me.” She commanded. You scurried over to the bowl, trying to balance it between your hands. Your right palm was still cut, the stinging occurring every now and then. The weight and pressure of the bowl was agonizing; Your hand gave out. Thankfully, Alcina was there in time-- again.

Grunting in frustration, she grabbed the bowl before it crashed to the ground.

“Are you unable to hold things or are you too dimwitted to handle it?!” Her voice was only slightly raised, but it made you shiver ten times more than usual.

“I’m so sorry miss--”

Grabbing the bowl from her hands, you lightly walked over to the bed, ignoring the stabbing you felt in your hand.

The vampriric woman sighed, strutting over to you. “Sit.” She commanded once more.

You did as she said, watching her kneel on the ground before you. Even though she was on her knees, the woman’s height was still taller than your own. With the bowl in your lap, she dipped the handcloth in.

“This may sting.”

Her voice was gentle, but firm, like a mothers’.

You watched and tried not to flinch as she grabbed your hand. Gripping the side of the porcelain bowl with your non-injured arm, it took everything in you not to let it go out of exhaustion.

Lady Dimitrescu flattened your palm, turning it towards her. Pressing the handcloth against your cut, you felt the warm water seep into each crack and crevice. It stung a bit, but not as much as holding the bowl.

Once the rag was tainted with too much blood, Alcina dipped the cloth back in. She repeated this method several times, not speaking a word to you. Her eyebrows furrowed with concentration.

“Thank you miss but..” You tried not to sound ungrateful, afraid for what she might assume from your words. “I don’t understand why you’re helping me.”

The Lady didn’t respond immediately, thinking over the question.

You took her silence as annoyance, clenching onto the bowl harder.

“Because I must clean up after my daughters; their mess is my mess.” she said with dignity. “I don’t prefer you… weaklings as company, but I won’t let my entire staff get killed.”

You nodded in agreement, swirling a finger around in the warm water. Oh how you would kill for a bath at the moment.

“Thank you..” You whispered. The woman did not respond, but from the way her face softened, you could tell she heard. Finishing wrapping your palm, Alcina removed the bowl from your lap, onto the dusty, hard bed. You looked at your palm; it looked good as new now that all the blood was mopped up.

“Now, take off your blouse.”

You looked bewildered, immediately shielding your arms over your chest in defense. The woman stood up, putting a hand on her hip.

“Don’t be vulgar,” She sneered in disgust, looking down upon you. “I can’t reach the blood on your shoulder with a uniform in the way.”

Hesitantly, you looked down at the destroyed spot. It was shredded; your uniform was reduced to slivers of black and white fabric, dampened with blood. Touching the spot, you winced; it was completely raw. You looked back up at the woman innocently, hoping she would just leave it alone.

“Remove it. Now.”

You looked down, shaking. Unbuttoning the top buttons, you slid the shirt off your shoulder, leaving just enough of yourself exposed. Sitting on the bed, Alcina turned towards you.

“Turn.” She demanded. You did as she said, moving to face towards her so your shoulder was visible. The lady let out a sigh of disapproval while looking at the wound, shaking her head. Dipping in the cloth, you watched her slowly bring it up to your shoulder. She went at an unhurried pace, but the pressure was still painful.

You groaned unintentionally, feeling the pain sting. The warm water was nice, but it didn’t help hide the burning ache. Alcina continued to move slower; at first you assumed it was out of pity for you, but looking at her face you saw something much different.

She looked almost sickly captivated, eyes not daring to blink. Licking her lips, you saw her lipstick smudge just a bit. Her breath quivered, chest rapidly moving up and down.

Looking back at the wound, you noticed droplets of blood and water drip down your shoulder and chest.

“It’s exciting, isn’t it? Seeing blood.” Voice deep, she spoke in an almost intoxicated tone.

“Sometimes I just can’t help myself…” Alcina mumbled, releasing a low chuckle.

The woman gripped your face, turning it to the side. “Such pretty flesh. I can see why my girls want to tear into it so.”

Her tongue darted out lightly, merely brushing at your cheek. The test of the waters wasn’t enough; The vampiric woman’s mouth assaulted you, licking your entire cheek. She let out a light moan of satisfaction, looking down at you. Her hand forced your face upwards to look at her.

“Oh dear… I truly enjoy your fearful expressions.”

You couldn’t stop staring, from the blood on her cheek to her sadistic grin. Bending down, she lifted your head higher to expose your shoulder even more.

“I tried to contain myself when I saw all that blood, but it’s too hard to ignore now.”

She whispered against you, taking a light taste of the blood falling down your chest.

“M-my lady…” You couldn’t deny that this was strange; the whole town was filled with a strange cast. Yet, nothing like this has ever happened to you.

“Just enjoy it dear.. You never know when you’ll get to interact with someone so elegant and kind again.”

You quivered as the Lady brought your hand up to rest upon the back of her neck. She took several longing licks at your chest, each one getting closer to the wound.

Moving away, Lady Dimitrescu licked the side of her mouth, getting every inch of blood that was on her. Looking down at you, she smiled; you shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, refusing to look in her eyes.

“My dear… I have a small favor in mind.”

This piqued your interest; perhaps you’d finally get to leave the room? Maybe run away in time without getting caught?

“Yes, Miss?”

The woman continued to dab at your shoulder with the wet cloth, staring at your wound.

“The girls have already made quite a few tears on you; you don’t mind if I make a few more do you?”

The Lady moved to look at you, her hand stopping from cleaning the mess. Your blood ran cold; another torture session? From another vampire? You didn’t know if you could handle this job anymore.

“Uh, my Lady, that’s--”

“Ah, good. I knew you wouldn’t mind. Afterall, what are you to do if you don’t comply?” She feigned a remorseful tone. “We’ll have no choice but to throw you to the cold if you can’t do with our requests.”

The woman laughed lightly, grabbing the bandages once more. Beginning to wrap your arm, you could hardly focus on the pressure she was applying.

So, it was either: deal with getting nearly killed by her, or by the weather. You decided to take your chances with the tall woman; after all, there was at least a one percent chance you could survive.

“Yes...of course Miss.”

Alcina grinned widely at your hesitant response.

“Good.”

She wrapped your shoulder incredibly fast, tying the bandages to stay together. You felt your movement become a bit restricted, but it was better than bleeding out.

Lady Dimitrescu turned behind her, grabbing something you tried to peer over to see. Turning back around, you saw a small silver cutting knife in her hand. It was tiny really; at least for her size. Just a bit bigger than a pocket knife. And yet something about it was so intimidating.

“What uh… what is that for..?”

“For me, of course.” She chuckled.

You sighed a breath of relief, smiling a bit goofily at the idea, thinking she didn’t mean you. But the way she raised it so high, hovering above your upper arm, made you bring your hands up in fear. You cowered beneath them, shielding your face.

Lady Dimitrescu ‘tsked,’ a low sigh leaving her lips.

“Now now, you can’t do that or else I can’t eat. You want to serve your mistress don’t you?”

Lowering your arms lightly, you looked at her small smile of encouragement. Grabbing your fingers, the Lady brushed her thumbs over each digit.

“I can make sure you’re distracted, would you like that..?” She asked; you noticed the increase of kindness in her voice. Never was your Lady so kind. You feared whatever game she was pulling, but went along with it for the sake of staying alive.

Nodding your head, you looked down. Lady Dimitrescu gave you a small fake pout of sympathy.

“Alright my darling..”

Grinning, she moved forward quickly, faster than you imagined. Before you could stop it, her lips were on yours. She kissed deeply, smashing against your lips. She moaned in delight lightly against your mouth, occasionally letting go, only to move back in to attack your lips.

Her lipstick smeared against your skin, the taste getting inside your mouth. She sucked on your lower lip; before you knew it, she was running her knife quickly against the arm you held her with. Your hand shook in fear and shock as she pressed her tongue lightly inside of you. You hesitantly brushed your own with hers, feeling the saliva move to your lips as she separated.

You gasped for breath, but Lady Alcina was hardly phased, moving instead to your arm. She watched the blood run down your bicep, licking it up with seduction. Sucking on the skin, she drank from your arm.

You couldn’t help but moan out in pain and pleasure, seeing her twisted expression at the delicious taste of your insides.

“Marvelous..” She whispered, swiping the blade over your lower shoulder once again. You winced, but this time the cut didn’t seem as painful. Lady Dimitrescu sucked at the flesh once more, gripping your waist to move closer. With great ease, she lifted you onto her lap, your legs straddling her waist.

“My Lady I-”

“Shut it.” She commanded. Her voice filling with more desire than anger.

Licking at the two wounds, the tall woman glanced back at you.

You stared, tears pricking the edges of your eyes. Lady Alcina pressed her lips tightly to yours, giving a small peck. You could feel her lipstick drying upon your face.

“That’s enough...for now. Thank you, my little dear.”

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