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MY SHAYLAAAAAA😭😭

Dimitrescu daughters as cats🤸‍♀️

headcanon that alcina is a very light sleeper cause she doesn't really need sleep anyway, but you don't know that though! so every morning you like peppering kisses all over her face to wake her up. alcina absolutely adores this, so she will keep pretending to be asleep until she can no longer surpress her smile and opens her eyes, leaning up to kiss you properly :))

i love soft alcina so much, hehe.

the duality, though like....

"𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙏𝙤 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡"

- 𝘙𝘌𝟾: 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘋𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 -

Model by @JellyReps, Map by @UberMachineWork both on Twitter.

Full versions on Twitter: https://x.com/MrCourage616

mama has arrived :DDD

Merry Christmas!

Couldn’t help but draw her😞🙏

She’s so gorgeous, I cannot

“All of this sorrow, I’ll consume…” 🍷

Rendering this took me long than I thought… 8 hours is insane

But imagine just how big her coat must be🙏

Habits

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A quick painting of my dearest lady :*

Very sleepy today

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DO NOT REPOST I have Pinterest I will fucking see it, DO NOT MODULATE, EDIT, SELL OR REPURPOSE MY WORK. Reblogs are welcome.

IM BARKING IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE MY LOVE

Where are you going, little one?

DO NOT REPOST I have Pinterest I will fucking see it, DO NOT MODULATE, EDIT, SELL OR REPURPOSE MY WORK. Reblogs are welcome.

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2022 style bela-sketch walked so 2024 style bela-sketch could run.

I used to hate seeing my older art, I still cringe a bit. Though a part of me is so happy to see little characterizations I found beautiful then, still instinctively finding their way to translating into this new piece. I haven't sketched bela in a long time, I did it with no reference except the memory of this old sketch. Despite the warp of style and angle, she is the same. Despite everything it's still you kinda shit. It's the little things, hambone. She is soooooo

My wish for her boobs too

Rendering this took me long than I thought… 8 hours is insane

But imagine just how big her coat must be🙏

Small self indulgence before my exams… Alcina my morale booster..

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

You are Alcina's favorite for a reason.

Requests open

MEN AND MINORS DNI!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

this

My biggest hear me out is mutated alcina

was tthinking about this one gif for days now and it screamed lady d so i had to do smth about it..

beware of women kissing (almost 😝‼️

characters from @resident-lover ‼️

baby girl 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

@toumii00 allowed me to draw a piece inspired by their recent Lady Dimitrescu piece!

im going feral

@toumii00 allowed me to draw a piece inspired by their recent Lady Dimitrescu piece!

...man i really liked the cassandra pegging one, not nearly enough of girls being caged and pegged rough out there, if you ever really feel like it seeing that explored more would make my (w)hole week

Welp, after seeing @zeleneagle ‘s art of buff Cassandra (find it here) I figured I just needed to write some smut bout it!🙇‍♀️🙌

I love that wordplay there, hon XD

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

You squirm a little in your chair, your eyes trailing over Cassandra’s exposed back. From this angle you perfectly see as the light dances around her muscles, smooth and hard along her scarred back and arms, even some visible at her sides from this angle, leading up to her muscular, hard stomach.

You watch her clean the many daggers set out on the table in front of her, sharpening them and swinging them at the air to test them right away.

As she does so, you can only watch in awe, your mouth watering and shivers running up your spine at her demonstration.

If it wasn’t for the annoying cock cage between your legs, you’d be rock hard by now, perhaps even bold enough to try and reach down and wrap your hand around yourself in desperate attempt to get off. Something she undoubtedly would punish you for, and likely notice within moments.

As if sensing your filthy thoughts, she turns to you, and you feel taken aback by her beauty.

Golden eyes pierce you as they flicker across your body, from your head and hair to the collar and chain leash sitting snuggly at your throat, to your tight shirt and the pants concealing your bulged underwear and caged cock.

Your mouth waters at the sight of her and your hands twitch with the desire to touch either her or yourself.

Your breath hitches as she steps to you, leaning down to your level. Her eyes are so beautiful, so dark and bright at the same time. You gasp when one of her hands drops between your legs, caressing the bulge in your pants. And yet when you attempt to look down automatically, her hand shoots out and grips your chin tightly.

You’re made to keep looking at her, your lips parting when she rubs her hand between your thighs. Eagerly, or perhaps simply desperately, you spread your legs wider for her, and feel your cheeks burn up as she laughs at this.

She leans in, whispering lowly in your ear;

“I had no idea I had such a slut at my hands”

You gasp as her hand rubs against your pants, right onto your balls.

“Then again, I should hardly be surprised”, she adds, a filthy smirk playing on her dark painted lips.

You try desperate to keep looking at her, yet you can barely resist looking down at her exposed chest. So strong, so muscular…her chest, large, perfectly sized.

Your head spins at the memory of her, her golden eyes piercing you as she rubs her breasts along you, teasing, bringing moans and moans from you.

Your entire body aches, then, she rises, taking you with her.

“A-Ah!”, you yelp in surprise as she tugs you up using your leash, bringing you to your feet. This close to her, it’s yet again obvious that she’s much taller, much stronger…

You gulp, looking up at her as she holds your leash tight.

“Off, pet”, a single command, spoken as she tugs on your pants. Immediately, you scramble to follow it, undoing your belt and quickly shimmying out of your pants and underwear.

You whimper yet again as your balls are groped, her fingers hard and strong, teasing you just right. You feel her hands moving up your body again, gasp when her sharp, claw-like nails sink into your shirt and rip out suddenly.

The fabric is shredded from your body, leaving you entirely exposed. Despite her chest being exposed too, it becomes immediately clear who is in charge here.

You shiver as she bends down lightly, brushing her lips against the space between your jaw and neck, just above your collar. You whimper helplessly for her, crane your neck and expose more of your flesh for her.

A pleased hum comes from her, and you feel her smirk against your skin, sharp teeth dragging against you. You whine and moan, groan helplessly when they dig in onto a moment later.

You clutch her hips as pain and pleasure greets you, certainly a familiar combination as it comes to Cassandra.

Blood runs down your neck, staining the black collar and dripping onto the silver chain of your leash.

You gasp, then, when you feel her fingers at your cock cage. Is she- please, please! You start breathing a little heavier, your eyes opening wide in anticipation.

“Ple-ease”, you rasp out, hopeful to see your cock released again. With Cassandra, the cage is only ever removed when she grants it. Often, you go all day, multiple days, only ever allowed to take it off when she takes you or plays with you. And often your cock is caged right after again, the sadist moaning and licking the salty tears that run down your cheeks as you cry out your desperations.

You’re shaking in her gasp, trembling in anticipation as the thing comes off and your cock is finally allowed freedom again. Immediately, her hand is on it, and your hips buck wildly as you attempt to get used to the intense pleasure of her warm palm stroking and squeezing you roughly.

Your legs tremble, knees buckle a little. You fall, held onto on her arms as she jerks her hand around your cock. White hot pleasure runs through your body, your vision blurry as shivers run down your spine. She’s so good to you, so, so good, and you feel so very sensitive each time the cage is removed again.

You whimper and moan, feeling so close already.

“Ye-es! Yes, please!”, you plead, whimper, cry out.

“Ca-Cass! More…!”, you beg, your moans and heavy breaths filling the armory with their depraved sounds. She laughs only, her dark eyes flashing. She loves to see you like this, so helpless, so eager, so utterly at her mercy. She knows what you want, what you have been thinking about.

You’re so close, feel yourself approach the edge as she jerks you off fast and rough, teasing your tip and squeezing each time at the top, dragging her hand down even as precum drips from your tip and runs down your hard cock already.

So close, so close…

You’re sure it takes only a few more seconds…!

Then, you cry out when her hand moves away again, leaving your cock drooling and twitching, aching painfully.

“Please!”, you cry out, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks already. She loves this, to keep you so sensitive, so utterly needy you’ll cry sweet tears for her when you don’t get what you want. She rarely gives in, but you know your tears and aching cock have your sadistic girlfriend’s pussy throb.

Your leash is tugged and you’re pulled back up your feet, your body still quivering beneath her touch.

Next, her lips are on yours, her tongue shamelessly shoving into your mouth and effortlessly dominating yours.

You moan, gasp, whine as more precum drips from you and onto the ground.

“Clean me, pet”, she whispers against your lips, her teeth sinking into your bottom lip as she pulls away and offers her wet hand to you.

Almost in worshipping fashion, you gently grip her strong wrist, moaning hotly when you lick across her palm. Like the rest of her, her palm and fingers are strong and scarred. You feel her veins underneath your tongue, suck and allow your tongue and teeth to drag against them lightly.

You taste yourself on her, the reminder of your near orgasm having your cock twitch and your balls ache again. When you open your eyes, you find hers are set on you, a confident, lazy smile on her dark painted lips.

Then, you allow your eyes to trail down subtly, down her neck to her choker necklace, her strong collarbone, her round breasts and hard nipples, to her muscular stomach and all the way to where her black jeans sit.

Your eyes trail along the chain hanging from them, the bulge in them. Your mouth waters around your fingers, wondering which strap she’s chosen today. The one matching her grayish skin tone? Large and long, a thick base and tip? Or the black one, even larger, with a rigged shaft and a thick tip and base? Or another one entirely?

She presses down on your tongue, demanding your attention again, and you obey instantly. While you’ve learned to love the pain she so dearly inflicts on you, you know it’s not wise to misbehave in the armory, surrounded by daggers and knives, swords and maces and what not for her to use on you.

“Are we going to be good today, morsel?”, she hums, her eyes boring into your flesh, almost.

Gulping, you nod. “Yes, my Lady”

Next, you only see a blur of your vision. You gasp when you’re promptly bent over the chair, your cock’s tip lightly pressing against the chair. You whine and whimper, feeling the leash tugged again.

Your back is arched slightly, just ideal for her and what she has planned for you. Your head spins as you feel her caress your ass, her sharp fingernails dragging into your skin and scratching you up.

As usual, the power dynamic between the two of you is obvious.

Cassandra, tall and powerful, pinning you against the chair. And you, leashed and collared, your cock dripping at the mere touch of your lover.

You hear her unzip her jeans, jump when you feel her strap slap against your ass cheeks.

Then, her hand is back on your cock in an instant, rubbing and stroking, turning as she jerks you off expectedly.

“Aah! Ye-ees!”, you groan, eyes closing, lips parting. You’re somewhat aware of what she’s doing, feel her press up against you and stroke her strap against your cock as she practically milks you to use your precum and cum as lube.

Pushing up against your balls and base, you feel, this is the black strap with the strange texture that never fails to make you see stars and pant helplessly for her.

Always, Cassandra utterly ruins you, often leaves you gaping and gasping, squirming for days as you attempt to get used to the stretched out feeling of your ass and the soreness of your freshly caged cock.

You’re shivering and whimpering, your back arched, your ass pushed against her front as she works you closer and closer to an orgasm with one hand and holds your leash to her chest with the other.

You’re feeling yourself get closer yet again, your balls aching, your face scrunching up when you’re so, so close. You drip down on her strap, groan when it’s rubbed against you to smear the wetness along you, too. She knows your body well, plays you like a violin, and she knows it.

Pleasure runs through your body when you get right to the edge, and you shiver and moan pleasantly when you feel her thick lips against your ear, her breath tickling it as she whispers;

“Cum”

A command, but also; permission.

Your body shakes and shivers as you obey, your cock trembling, cum shooting into her hand before it’s smeared right onto her large cock.

Larger, and thicker than yours of course, as it is with Cassandra. While not at all being condescending, she is superior to you in most things, and likes to remind you of this when she makes you look up at her, tugs and lifts you easily, and yes, even with her larger straps, enough to make you mewl pathetically for her.

Not giving you even a moment to recover, she first pushes her wet finger into you and pulls you close with your leash, tugging her finger to make space when she lines herself up with you.

Immediately, you feel overly sensitive again, holding onto the chair tightly when, at last, she pushes herself into you.

“AAH! Ngnnn, Ca-Cass’!”, you groan, gasping for breath when the leash is tugged again and your ass is completely flush against her.

She’s in so far, so deep, filling you completely…

With one hand gripping the leash and the other massaging your pulsing and drooling cock, she begins thrusting, hard and fast, giving you no opportunity to get used to her pace.

The armory is filled with moans and gasps, loud whines coming from your lips at the overwhelmingly good pleasure she grants you. You feel so sensitive, far too needy, but can’t bring yourself to be humiliated by this, not when she makes you feel so good.

Her strap massages your inner walls with every thrust, rubbing up against the wet heat while her hand works on your hardening cock.

Damn her, she has always been painfully good at controlling your body…!

“Fu-uuck!”, you groan, eyes squeezing shut again, your tongue poking out of your mouth. You only feel her, feel her so deep in her, feel her body curled into yours as her hips thrust powerfully.

“That’s it, pet!”, she cheers, laughing at your display of the pleasure she grants you.

You’re already twitching in her hand again, your hole squeezing her strap eagerly and drooling onto the floor between you each time she pulls out even a little bit.

You’re so close, so, so, so close to cumming already. You groan, find yourself craving the orgasm and becoming more and more desperate for it.

“Please..aa-ahh, please!”, you gasp, louder and louder the closer you get.

You’re so hard, so close…!

Of course, she knows.

Again, you feel her teeth dig into you, crying out and moaning loudly as she drinks. She does always insist, your blood tastes even sweeter when on the edge of an orgasm, feeling nothing but the pleasure she grants you.

You beg again, plead shamelessly for the orgasm you know only she can grant you.

Thankfully, it seems she’s in a good mood today.

Another series of powerful thrusts into you, and you’re pushed over the edge. You scream as you finally reach your orgasm, cumming against your chest and the chair, twitching and moaning helplessly as she bottoms out in you, thrusting and groaning, biting into your soft flesh.

You’re panting and smiling once you calm down, slumping onto the chair, your hole still throbbing around her and squeezing her strap.

Just when you think she’s in a kind mood today, you feel her hands back at your cock and cry out at the feeling of the cage against you.

“Please!”, you whimper, plead.

She only chuckles darkly in return, pressing a kiss to the bite mark now placed on you.

“Be good, and we will get to do this again~”

Here is the RE8: Village voice over sequel since RE8: Village won both polls! I will post another poll if you guys wants more voice over. This does mention some suggestive stuff in it, so view at your own risk! Love y’all. Have a goodnight!

THATS SO CUTE IM DYING

Heheheh it’s been foreverrrr but can we get some of the favorite dimi pictures again? Maybe Alcina?^^🤍

Hell yeah!! As usual, I’m very curious about y’all’s favorites! Here’s some of mine🙌

(Masterlists)

Yes please 👏🖤