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macaronniart · 2 months
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stupid istik i'm fuckin ballin
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savageymir · 1 year
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Ngl, it would be pretty badass if Mother Miranda and Donna Beneviento were added to Mercenaries Mode... 👀👀
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grandiosenowhere · 11 months
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.•°☆..•.▪︎.°
You stopped in front of the library door before entering, taking a moment to fix your collar and straighten out your vest. The Lady had requested you meet her there at ten o'clock sharp, so you still had a few minutes to spare anyways. The smile that coated your lips had been there since earlier that evening, from the moment the Countess had pulled you aside at the Christmas party to inquire about your plans for the evening.
Of course you had none - even if it was Christmas. A day meant for warmth and the company of family and friends. Which, if you were being honest, you had neither - not really. Most of your family disowned to when you made the decision to come and work at the castle. And as for friends.. well, while there were a couple of maids that you occasionally spoke with, you passed most of the staff in age by at least a decade. Not that you considered yourself old - not by any sense of the word. And if it didn't bother Alcina.. well, then, what did it matter, really?
Still, you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been surprised when the Lady asked you. A slight twinkle to her eyes when you agreed.
The warm light that now radiated from under the massive door confirmed that she'd already lit the fire. And as soon as the clock began to strike ten, you slowly turned the door handle.
"My Lady?"
Your voice was quiet as you entered the large room, firelight dancing across the endless rows of reading material. The nostalgic smell of decaying paper and old books a more than pleasant mix with the newer scent of burning wood.
"Hello, dear."
Alcina's voice caught you off guard, making you jump. Words quickly losing themselves as soon as your gaze fell upon her, your mouth falling open. There she was, curves encased in firelight and draped in a crimson nightgown. A matching sheer robe adorning the width of her shoulders. Her position that of a goddess, laid on one side with an arm resting comfortably under her head. Her shapely figure soft against the warm glow and undoubtedly inviting.
"Ah-" was all you were able to muster out, making the Countess chuckle. A soft smirk curling at the corner of her lips as she took a sip from the glass wine she was holding, the warm liquid inside almost jewel like within its firey backdrop.
"Mh.. well said, pet."
Suddenly, the formal clothes that you wore were insufferably hot - unbearable even - a deep flush quickly taking over your body.
"Ah.. s-sorry, my lady.. you just.. look.. well, incredible."
You blushed deeply as you said it, but you didn't care. They were true. You had never seen a more beautiful sight in your life. And you were certain you never would again. Her raven lock hair and fair skin, basked in a glow that danced softly across the red fabric she adorned and flickered wthin her eyes. You swallowed hard and brought your fingers to the buttons of your vest.
"May I?"
The Countess nodded, leaning back. "By all means."
You let out a heavy exhale and quickly started the lengthy process, discarding your clothes as quickly as you possibly could before coming to sit in front of Alcina - wearing nothing but your underclothes. Her eyes were warm when she looked at you - filled with Christmas spirit.
Or maybe too much seasonal wine.
"What was that you were saying about 'looking incredible'?"
You bit your bottom lip and looked to the side. "Smooth, my lady."
"Honest, dear."
You were about to object when she placed her glass of wine on the ground next to her and pulled you close, her large frame casting you in a dark shadow. She was even more stunning up close, with heated embers dancing around her silhouette. Gods, you wanted her. You weren't sure how anyone couldn't. Not if they saw her like this. No way.
"You, ah .. you could kiss me, if you wanted...."
"Mh.. as you wish."
The tender kiss that met your lips was not what you were expecting. It was so soft and careful - gentle - as if your lips were the most fragile thing in the world. You placed your arms around your neck and pulled her a little closer, tongue dancing warmly over hers.
"Mmmmh." She moaned into you - tone aged, raspy.
Another sweep of your tongue as she had you on your back, kissing you deeply - profoundly. The sheer size of her encasing you as she leaned down.
"Spread your legs for me, pet."
You wasted no time in obeying her, discarding your panties as fast as you could. Her lips pressing firmly back into yours the moment they were off, large fingers coming to roam over your body. The Lady's eager mouth claiming yours over and over again, kissing you as if you were her only lifeline - your back arched and waiting for her.
"Ready?"
Is that even a question??
"More than."
The moment her finger slid into you, her mouth began to claim your flesh. Slightly intoxicated lips kissing up and down your neck, nipping at the soft skin of it as her finger thrusted in. You moaned - arms firmly wrapped around the Countess' neck, hips bucking into her. The subtle scent of mulled wine and cigarettes coating your skin as she slowly marked your body, making it hers.
"F-faster. Please."
"Mh.. needy."
You immediately screamed out when she picked up the pace, driving her finger into you at an overly indulgent speed - curling it with each thrust. You had never felt so good in your life. So warm, so aroused. Every inch of you covered in a deep flush as she pushed you closer and closer to your peak - steadily building the pressure deep within your core. Your need for her coating her fair skin and glistening in the firelight. She kissed you deeply again, tongue warming over yours as she slid a second finger in, pace immediately picking up.
"F-fu-"
You couldn't have finished your curse if you wanted to, a wholey heated orgasm rolling over you like bath water. Hips jerking as you muffled a scream into Alcina's kiss swollen lips and rode out your climax on her fingers. Her eyes half lidded as she looked down at you, a soft look of adoration coating their glisten. The next kiss that came was soft and gentle, allowing your breath to slowly steady.
"My lady-"
"Hush, rest."
"But.. you.."
"You will rest first, pet "
You gave in and nodded, Alcina's large frame holding you close as you breathed. The soft crackle of the fire and the steady of her breath the only sounds in the library - though, the distant sound of a winter's wind howling could be heard if you really listened. You snuggled into her chest, enjoying the Countess' unexpectedly warm demeanor for as long as you could.
"Merry Christmas." You murmured, making her chuckle.
"And to you." She replied, holding you a little closer.
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milkiedimitrescu · 1 year
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Someone make a petition for Gwendoline Christie to play Lady Dimitrescu in a live action movie. P l e a s e.
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caitlynmeow · 2 months
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Alcina certainly had distinctive reactions to her daughters hitting puberty and also the daughters all had different reactions from one another. Also, the daughters were late bloomers; Bela and Daniela were over 16 and Cassandra was 17 so it was very new to them.
They all needed their mom when it happened but it was chaotic still.
Bela tried to tough it out and acted as if she wasn't fazed, just being very matter-of-fact about it because what would her mama say if she saw her freak out over something so mundane? But Bela couldn't fool her mother because Alcina noticed her pale face and slight shaking, like girlie was about to pass out and was acting nonchalant tho she did have a little panic moment when Alcina told her it was okay and that she could just-- Allow herself to feel all sorts of things.
Cassandra was the opposite. She was all panicky and loud wanting her mama and she did enough crying too because what is Cassandra Dimitrescu if not dramatic? There was some exaggeration of course, but she is also good at riling herself up so she made herself actually panic for no reason. Alcina was there with her because part of that dramatic personality is Alcina paying attention to it and fawning over her daughter. Which she did. Alcina was there to manage the freakout and stayed calm enough for Cassandra to finally calm down and listen to her.
Daniela was different. One, she has two older sisters so she knows what's up, and two, being the youngest it was Alcina freaking out this time, not Daniela. The youngest Dimitrescu walked casually into her mother's room one day declaring that she got her first period the day before (she told Bela first because she's trying to prove to her mother that she's capable of handling things on her own) and Alcina's reaction was "WHAT?!" Because what does she mean she is old enough now? The lady of the castle knows that she is being irrational, but Daniela is her baby, and having her grow up like that was jarring to Alcina.
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lesbospackagetour · 9 months
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the way I reserved sooo much judgment for the twilight girlies when I was in high school and now I’m a full-grown adult with a grown-up job writing erotic fanfiction about a 9 foot 6 vampire countess
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kiwi-duckquack · 9 months
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"oh you like [insert character that is usually described as sexy] because u want to fuck them" NO they just so happened to crawl into my brain and hide in the Hyperfixation Hole for their respective months! It's not MY fault you see sexually appealing where I see PERSONALITY
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rottingsoftly · 1 month
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i spent an hour and a half dying over and over at the hands (claws? flies?) of mutated Dimitrescu in Villahe of Shadows difficulty and honestly i wouldn't have it any other way
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wastrelwoods · 7 months
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when the unhinged lady with the oil spill skin and the corpse-lookin milky white eyes shows up in the 2010 VMAs meat dress, extolling the god of murder with a vocal performance that sounds like a torch singer being strangled, radiating an aura of pure cunt that affects every creature within a 50 foot radius. that made me so excited to get into act iii of this game for real
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beaft · 4 months
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my BG3 character has developed such a strong personality that he keeps trying to break out of the game and make himself into the main character of an original story, which I am attempting to discourage, because God knows I do not need another WIP on my hands. I'll just draw pictures of him instead
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sanguine-succubus · 9 months
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valleynix · 1 year
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@uselessaussie and i created a small collection of memes based on some comments i got from that post pointing out sapphic imagery in castle dimitrescu
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Sooo 👀 I came across some fanart today that featured Alcina slicing open the front of a servants uniform and, well.. this is what came to mind 👀 (and yes, ahem, Reader is Sasha in this 😂) Anywayss... A little Halloween treat for you all 🎃✨
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You felt your breath leave your body the moment your back hit the wall, Alcina's large frame boxing you in.
"Did you really think you could dress like that all evening and there not be any consequences when we got home? Hm?"
You swallowed as her sharp claws traced up your neck, stopping only slightly to lift your chin a little higher. Though, you couldn't help but smirk.
"What? Not to your liking, my lady?"
At this you got a subtle click of her tongue, her eyes raking over you. Her warm breath across your ear as she moved in a little closer.
"Mh.. I think you know the answer to that. Pet. Though, I don't think Miranda appreciated your choice."
Even with the tips of her claws close enough to rip through your skin at any second, you chuckled. And yes, the Lady had told you to dress for the occasion - albeit a Halloween masquerade ball - but you had had other things in mind, with every piece of your attire chosen specifically for the evening ahead.
The metal collar she gifted you.. her favorite corset.. a teal silk scarf you wore only once for a painting - even the dress pants you wore - everything on your body was purchased by her... at one point or another. You had even made sure to wear your hair exactly how she liked it. And when her moment of surprise finally passed and a single eyebrow raised, the Countess simply asked you.
"And just what are we supposed to be, pet?"
You smirked, of course, giving her a single word.
"Yours."
And now she had you exactly where she wanted you, pressed against a wall and completely at her mercy.
"Y-yes, well.. I didn't wear it for her, my lady."
A tender kiss to your neck.
"Indulgent little thing."
You could almost feel every inch of you being set ablaze - every part of you yearning for her. For her touch, for her control. With a single claw toying at the lacing of your corset - her hand coming down in a dominant fury, slashing down the front of it with such force the corset almost completely fell from your body. A flush of satin against the heated skin of your torso as Alcina leaned back in, her large fingers caressing over your flesh as they made their way down. Stopping just short of the hem of your pants.
"Is this what you want, my sweet? Is this what you desire?"
You whimpered and her body pressed even firmer into you.
"Answer me, pet."
"Y-yes. Please."
She hummed in such content that it rolled across your body and landed in your core. Your lips slightly parting when the pressure of her finger found your clit, circling over it.
"Mmph.. th-thank you, mistress."
She growled from above you, practically slamming your back against the wall as she lifted you and ripped your pants from your body. The width of her finger forced into you with a stretch - causing you to cry out. Her lips crashing into yours - in heated want - in untamed need. Your desire quickly coating her fingers with each desperate thrust, with each sweep of her tongue over your own.
And you knew you wouldn't last long, not with the tempo she kept nor the velocity with which she fucked you. Your body nothing more than a toy to be used. Than a panting mess against her large frame as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your head now swimming, body heated. A charge of pleasure so strong that when it surged across your body every part of you jerked - shuddered - your inner thighs completely drenched in your arousal.
The Lady's finger only slowed for but a moment, allowing you just long enough to catch your breath before you were completely nude and thrown onto her bed. With A look of desire in her eyes that only told you she had no plans of being done with you anytime soon.
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theauthor2103 · 2 months
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ATTENTION FELLOW LESBIANS ATTENTION FELLOW LEABIANS
I found her. I fucking found our wife Lady Dimitrescu
Peggy Lee is literally Lady D, look at her!!! The hat, the gloves, the face, ESPECIALLY THE SMUG LITTLE LOOK😏, THE FUCKING NECKLACE
She’s goddamn perfect
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daedrabela · 9 months
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broke: still caring about an ex's opinion
woke: not living by anyone's opinions
mental illness: tailoring your life for THEIR opinions
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