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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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What if teen reader was blind? Like her eyes are just crystal clear, BUT she’s blind. And shitty father Ethan probably doesn’t notice or refuses to acknowledge that his daughter is LITERALLY stumbling, tripping, bumping into shit and at one point, falls into the lake and he’s like “qUiT sCrEWinG AroUnD wE hAvE tO FiNd rOsE”

Now with uncle Chris, he probably has some kind of leash around her wrist for him to either gently pull her along, hold her hand, or she just stays behind with uncle Leon while he talks about his days as a cop to her to keep her mind occupied from her shitty father and Rose

You know what? You're so right. Because Ethan would 100% tell reader off for "fucking around" and Mia keeps telling him that this is just your way "seeking their attention" so poor reader is just getting gaslight her whole life.

When she comes to the village, and Ethan abandons her to look for Rose, reader is just so very scared as she stumbles with -100 vision, all while sniffling and trying not to break down. Since she heavily relies on her hearing, sometimes reader will just run straight into a tree if she hears something. Fortunately, she has Handsome now to save her.

Chris is just punching air as he looks at you through his binoculars, telling his team to keep their eyes on you as he decides to go and fetch you himself because at this rate, you're gonna be dinner for those monsters.

I can also imagine the Lords looking at reader with sympathy as she aimlessly swings a tree trunk around to fend monsters off. Heisenberg probably just grumbles under his breath before grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and telling you to "calm down. I'll help you find your sister." before dragging you towards his factory to give you some food and a bed to sleep (and maybe his jacket, poor thing has just been one shiver from hypothermia)

I can also see Lady Dimitrescu just taking one look at you and going "this. This is my child now." Before picking you up from your armpits and carrying you to her castle, softly hushing you as you try to break free.

In general, I think they would all treat you like a frail kitten they found abandoned in the rain rather than an actual human being. And as much as you deny it, you do enjoy the warmth and care they give you.

I don't think Chris would put a leash on you. Maybe a tracker or just holds your hand as he guides you through the woods, but not a leash. That's more of Ethan's thing, especially when he becomes a yandere for you and realises you weren't actually faking any of it.

Now he's got those kiddy backpack leashes you for you, plus Mia put a tracker INSIDE your body surgically (yes, you were not willing so she knocked you out). Now they know where you are 24/7.

Be happy they don't make you wear bell around the house. (They just might in the not so distant future)

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midnightlee25 · 4 months

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Hi! Can I ask you yandere lady Dimitrescu?)

Random Yandere Headcanons: Character headcanons: Alcina Dimitrescu

Strict but loving is the kind of yandere she is.

Her darling is to always stay in the castle. They can go in the courtyard but never off the castle grounds.

She will have a set of rules for them that they must follow.

If they don't, they will be punished.

She has both soft and torturous punishments.

She does tend to treat her darling as some kind of doll.

Dressing them up, putting makeup on them if they use it and showing them off when she can.

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theyanderespecialist · 9 months

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A Forced Blushing Bride 1 (Scenario) Yandere Lady Dimitrescu X Female Reader

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one with Yandere Lady Dimitrescu x female reader forced marriage! So I wish you good luck!]

(Disclaimer: Lady Dimitrescu is not yandere in canon, and this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine. Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have! But I would still give my soul to Lady D!]

(Enjoy this!)

(Forced Marriage) (Lady Dimitrescu)

(Name's POV)

I stare at Mother Miranda in horror. She had just told me I had been called to marry one of the four lords.

"I am sorry, Mother," I say. "But I cannot do that..."

"You do not have a choice, my child. You are to be a gift. You will do as told and marry Lady Dimitrescu." She orders me.

I want to run, and I need to run. I move quickly, only to run face-first into Lady Dimitrescu! Actually, I was almost face-first in her crotch!

"Ah, There is my blushing bride." Lady Dimitrescu says. "You are not trying to be a runaway bride, we're you, my dear?"

I look up at her, craning my neck to see her. "I can't marry you."

She takes her chin in my hand. "I am sorry, my dear, but you do not have a choice in the matter. You will be my wife and mine alone. Am I clear?"

Lady dimitrescu is not playing around. I do not want to do this, but I do not have a choice. I nod my head, and she smirks.

"Good girl, now let's get you home. We have much to plan for the ceremony. Then you will be mine, and I will keep you by my side forever." Lady Dimitrescu says and takes my hand.

She leads me into the castle, her daughters nowhere in sight. The maids come up frightened.

"See to my fiancé, do not dare try and sway her from me. Or it will be to the dungeon with you." Lady Dimitrescu orders them, and I am led to take a bath.

The finest of oils and soaps. A strange purple mixture in the tub.

"What is this?" I ask.

"It is a special mixture to make you pure from any man who ever has laid a hand on you." One of the women tells me.

I do not think it just does that, as my skin tingles. They wash me and take me to dry. Putting a nightgown on my body. They then leave me in my room, and I go to escape, but of course, the door is locked. I let out a scream yanking at my hair! This cannot be happening! I will not marry Lady Dimitrescu!

(Lady Dimitrescu's POV)

I smirk as I tell my girls about the soon-to-be mother. They are happy for me, telling me she will be good for me! Soon she will be my wife and the baths she will have. They will make her immortal. Then she will never be able to leave me! She will be mine for all eternity!

My Blushing Bride.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and yes, this is only part one! There will be at least one more part! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

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yanderes-galore · 11 months

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Could you write the yandere alphabet for Lady Dimitrescu? Thank you for your work! :D

Sure! No problem, I'm happy you like my work ^^ As with most people probably Lady D makes my Bi heart go brrrr-

Not sure how this came out but I suddenly thought I should write Lady D and just... did, lol- Hope you like it!

Alphabet Used Here

Yandere Alphabet - Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Sadism, Blood drinking, Manipulation, Obsession, Kidnapping, Forced relationship, Death, Forced family dynamic, Overprotective behavior, Murder, Violence, Jealousy, Cannibalism.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Alcina is capable of showing love and affection. She has daughters and is very protective of them. When she eventually takes in her darling, as a servant soon turned adorable little lover... she can be affectionate.

For the most part Alcina is rather calm. She's capable of being enraged and breaking that facade. She's vengeful and holds her darling close to her heart when she eventually obtains them.

Alcina could be seen as an intense yandere due to her sadistic desires and how she fights to keep her darling obedient by her side.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Alcina literally drinks blood so I'd assume she'd get messy for her darling. It's either her or her daughters but if anyone tries to "save" you from her... then they become their next meal.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

She would try to treat you well. You'd go from a servant forced to work in her castle to her lover. She'd give you your own lavish room and make sure you're well taken care of.

She wouldn't mock you unless she felt you deserved it somehow.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Alcina wouldn't frame it as "against your will". If she wants you to do something for her she simply has to order it and you'll listen. If you don't... then there's consequences. She likes to coax you in the right direction.

In reality she really is just making you do things against your will, she's just disguising it as the illusion of you having free will.

The short answer is yes despite what she says.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

She wasn't expecting to feel so vulnerable towards a human such as you... yet you managed to worm your way into her heart somehow. She's surprisingly open with you in private and a bit vulnerable despite how she normally acts.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Alcina finds your feisty behavior cute.

She'll allow you to have your way for a little bit before shutting it down. By the end of your little rebellion, Alcina is carrying you back to your room like a helpless child.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

She finds it cute and a bit amusing when you try to escape from her. She'll play along, maybe even get her daughters in on it, then catch you easily when she gets bored.

Sometimes she takes it as a game, other times she can find it annoying. It depends on her mood.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

I can think of a few...

- Watching her drain someone's life in a feeding with her daughters.

- Being fed human blood/meat.

- Seeing her kill anybody.

- Seeing her mutated form.

- Being fed FROM for the first few times.

Alcina has potential to create bad experiences for you. Depending on who you are, any of the above could be the worst.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

She wants to try and prepare you as her lover. She wants to dress you in elegant clothes, keep you in her castle/room, and make you a good parent for her daughters.

You can be your own little family... if she makes you behave by the end of it.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Alcina's territory is very isolated and she isn't usually jealous of her daughters with you.

If you were seen with another Lord or outsider, then she may feel threatened and jealous.

Depending on who it is she'll either lash out or cope. If it's another Lord she knows she's supposed to cope but she'd get into an argument quickly.

If it's an outsider then things are so much more simple!

She'll cut them to ribbons then feast on their blood.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

When you are a servant her attraction is subtle. She'll call you to follow orders and her daughters are rather teasing. You may even be subjected to more cruel treatment until Alcina decides she likes you.

When she declares you as her lover then she treats you better. She's affectionate and loving, although she has tendencies to get intimate during feedings. She adjusts things to your needs and her daughters begin to accept you as their second parent.

She's calm and poised as always, but with you she can't help but keep her eyes on you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Compliments, wine, gifts... she gives you luxury and in returns only asks you reciprocate her actions. She manipulates you and she feels so threatening. Other than her purposefully being sickeningly sweet and passionate there isn't much courting.

You don't decide if you are in this relationship or not...

She's decided for you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

She's about as affectionate with you as she is with her darlings, if not more. She's protective and obsessive with you. Which is better compared to how she usually treats humans.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

She locks you away, that or she could make feeding more painful.

Honestly... sinking her claws into your flesh is so satisfying. She loves your sweet crimson and laps at it as though she's starved. When she notices you're close to passing out, she waits until your blood loss is too much.

You could easily die this way. Yet she has solutions. She can either save you right before death takes you, or make you similar to her daughters.

No use escaping, dear... she has things all covered.

Now stop fighting family.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

When you first meet in this you are most likely a servant, so all of them at first. Although when you become her lover Alcina is more lenient.

You can roam the castle, except for specific areas and outside.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Alcina is really patient when it comes to you. Her daughters are not, though....

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

She feels she can't truly lose you. If you died she'll find a way to bring you back by asking Mother Miranda.

If you escaped then she'd never rest until she finds you. Her daughters miss you, too... how could you leave your new family?

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

She's become more delusional and animalistic after her mutation from Mother Miranda, so I'd say that.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

She'd try to comfort your tears or fits. She's patient with you, often standing in the doorway of the room she gave you or the one you two share.

When you're calm enough she'll approach you, embrace you in her hold, then whisper little promises in your ear about things getting better soon.

Most of which are probably lies.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

She likes to drink her darling's blood (?)

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Not many. Alcina doesn't show many weaknesses. If you be obedient she'll allow you more freedom in the castle, but she'd never let you out.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes but she'd tend to your wounds after. An example would be she would drink your blood from an inflicted bite or wound then have you patched up. She'd then let you rest before feeding again.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

She isn't a worship yandere. She'd go to great lengths to keep you in the castle and her territory, however.

She may even get her daughters to help her keep you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

She watches you as a servant for a few months, then she decides to keep you as a pet/lover. She doesn't really snap, honestly.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Possibly, yeah.

#yandere resident evil #yandere resident evil 8 #yandere lady dimitrescu #yandere alcina dimitrescu

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 2 years

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That comfy Stockholm Syndrome shit where a Darling is slowly becoming more docile and can spend some time with yandere while doing something that would be downright wholesome and domestic if they weren't a kidnapper and victim

Heisenberg noticing them taking his coat instead of him just tossing it on the floor or hook by the door. Them quietly asking if they can help cook and learn how to make Romanian and German dishes from him. Him seeing them shivering a bit in bed and silently grabbing another set of blankets.

Tomura noticing his Darling not squirming when he tells them to sit next to him and watch him play games, and smirking a little when they ask about what he's playing. And he's happy to infodump and talk all about it with them. Watching them doing a giant pile of laundry because this Gremlin-era Tomura doesn't do it, and he decides he wants to fold stuff (with his pinkies lifted, of course)

Twice downloading recipes on his phone and wanting to learn how to cook, since he doesn't want his Darling to subsist off of conbini food. That's OK for him, but they need proper meals! Cuddling them from behind while they're standing and dance-cuddling-dragging them to the couch on "movie night"

Alcina lacing up the back of Darling's new clothes since they're not used to older-style clothes, showing Darling how to taste wine properly, enjoying some tea with her Darling and three daughters while showing her their favorite card games. Having to tell her daughters not to bombard Darling with too many questions about the outside world at once ("there's no need to overwhelm her, girls. One at a time.")

#.bnha #.tomura #.twice #.heisenberg #yandere bnha #yandere tomura #yandere twice #yandere heisenberg #.re8 #.resident evil #yandere resident evil #.lady Dimitrescu #.alcina #yandere lady dimitrescu #.myshit #thots

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cillivnz · 3 months

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a good host [k. heisenberg]

PAIRING — KARL HEISENBERG x DIMITRESCU!READER

TROPE — DBF! [here, mother’s friend, no really close relation] WORD COUNT — 2469

WARNINGS — NSFW. 18+. fem!reader. f!masturbation, usage of sex toys, virgin!reader, voyeurism, hefty age-gap (reader is in early 20s, Karl is in his 50s), vaginal fingering, innocence/corruption kink, cursing, pet-names (bunny, little girl, etc.), slight degradation (he calls you a whore), slightly mean!Karl, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, squirting, overstimulation, clit-play.

A/N — i just think heisenberg would be a good fuck, that’s it— that’s what motivated this. i’m slowly rising like a phoenix out of the fires of writer’s block, so, slowly but surely i’m trying to get back on track with my requests and works. though, a full comeback might take a few months. no mention of Alcides [ gender-bent Lady Dimitrescu ], didn’t want to jinx the two verses, so Alcina is Alcina.

more from my ‘resident evil: village’ world.

“FUCK,” YOU GROAN as you shut the door to your chambers behind you.

you’d excused yourself for the umpteenth time, now inconsiderate of how rude you would seem to the man you’ve been leaving all alone in the cold and empty dining room of your manor.

well, your mother’s.

and a friend, too.

well, not a friend.

Karl Heisenberg and Alcina Dimitrescu would prefer the term, “(unfortunate) associates”, but manners run well in a noble’s blood so it’s natural for the two to try and be cordial.

and it’s the same manners, the same etiquettes instilled in you that have put you in this state.

flushed, embarrassed, and wet.

you couldn’t bare to look Heisenberg in the eye while he made small talk with you in your home.

his round, black glasses were perched on the tip of his strong nose, his hat, like a loyal companion, sat next to him on a wooden chair, his greyed hair, out and frisky. his overcoat had been long abandoned, perhaps, at the very entrance to the castle, so his beige undershirt, clasped around his big broad muscles and softer belly didn’t go unnoticed by you.

fuck, the more you took in his appearance, the hotter became the air in the room, your ability to breathe and the more frantically you’d rub some friction between your thighs.

YOU’VE FOUND KARL HEISENBERG INSATIABLE since you were a little girl, which you still were in his eyes, as he painfully reminded you every time by referring to you by that and nothing else. as of lately, your urges around him have worsened.

since your eighteenth birthday, Heisenberg’s began to look at you a little differently.

he listens carefully to the squeaky little bunny that’s lately got the balls to interrupt her own mother and company, correct them in political matters. yeah, Heisenberg’s began to notice you. earlier, your greetings would be dismissed with a nonchalant wave in the air, but now? heisenberg could hear you talk for hours, so desperately wanting to hear the sultry tone of your voice that he’d ask to hear the same story about your earliest memory hunting, over and over again.

so, to say he felt appalled by your frequent exits from your evening together— an evening he had committed to your mother, had Alcina been home— was an understatement.

after the third time you had left him alone, his impatience and ego got the best of him, though there was an undertone of curiosity there, too. so, he, sly as a fox, followed you to your room.

your back was pressed against the door, muffling your cries while you rubbed your clit down with a toy. you were in a trance, mind fogged with painful lust that drove your legs on its own fervour. you sink into your bed, ripping your dress off of yourself in a swift motion, and hiding your bare skin with a poor excuse of a duvet.

your toy was swimming in your slick with every rub against your cunt.

“fucking hell,” you moaned when the tip of the toy nudged your slit, massaging your hole, easing in only to pull out immediately.

while you edged yourself, thoughts of Karl crawled in, like their usual tendency. you fantasised about his big hands, how they were resting on your knee for a brief second, before continued sipping on his earl grey tea.

you sighed when his name escaped your parted lips. you wanted nothing more than to be split open on his cock, at his mercy. your mother would be so ashamed if she ever finds out one of her most disliked friends is the prime source of your infatuation.

you think about his lips on yours, your breasts, his fingers inside you, on your clit— you whined, “this so wrong, but fuck me,”

AND KARL HEISENBERG COULDN’T AGREE MORE.

admiring you from afar, he couldn’t help but feel a twitch of arousal in his pants. he is no damn saint, but he knew it was wrong of him to enter your room without permission. not his fault, your moans sounded like cries, so you worried him, he just wanted to make sure you’re okay. and his reason for staying to watch the show? well, like i said, he’s no goddamn saint. he just wants to make sure you’re really okay.

“so this is what you keep hopping off to do, little bunny.” his thunderous voice roared in the quiet of your room, the transatlantic accent deeper once laced with lust and mischief.

you jolted upright, “L-Lord Heisenberg!” you clutched the duvet to your chest, failing to cover a breast, still, and his eyes were quick to catch your mistake.

“please, call me Karl.”

“you seemed to have no problem in moaning it.”

you froze, clenching involuntarily around the the length of your penetrating toy.

“i—”

“shh, it’s okay.” your stammering was interrupted by a single step taken by Karl closer to you.

“i don’t mind, bunny.” he cooed, softly.

he took this moment to admire you.

you looked like a deer caught in headlights. your doe eyes, furrowed brows, plump, parted lips, the subtle perspiration settled on your collarbone, the duvet clinging to your cleavage and your pebble-like nipples peaking through it.

“i’m just mad you had to hide the show from me.” by the time those words leave his mouth, he’s on the foot of your bed. “thought Mama Dimitrescu would’ve taught you better, sweet girl.” he ‘tsk’ed.

“A GOOD HOST ISN’T SELFISH, HM?”

“A GOOD HOST LETS THE GUEST JOIN IN ON THE FUN,” he says; nods convincingly. a gentle hand inching towards your blanketed body, ready to peel the duvet off and expose you in all vulnerability.

he eyes you for a moment, face searching for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, but was pleased to see you rip all coverings off yourself on your own, grabbing Karl by the hand and pulling him towards you.

his face was so close to yours, you felt heat emitting from your body onto his.

“now, little bunny, are you sure yo—”

you cut him off by placing a kiss of fervency on his lips, giving Heisenberg the answer to questions he was yet to ask.

he let you enjoy the lead for a brief moment more, before taking control. laying you down, Karl was quick to climb on top of you, his hands not wasting a minute to feel your body beneath him.

“i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want this, too, little bunny.” you gasped at the confession, Karl using your parted lips as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

you were kissing your mother’s friend, holy fuck.

“tell me, baby,” he pulled away, eliciting a whine from you. he now laid besides you, relishing the warmth of your bare body.

“‘you ever put a real cock in there?” his hand grabbed a hold of the toy, easing in the tip into your slick folds.

your mind went blank, grinding your hips slowly into the sudden intrusion. “when i ask you a question, little girl, you answer it.” Heisenberg’s voice deepened in dominance. “n-no, sir.” you shook your head.

Karl groaned in arousal.

the thought of stripping away your innocence was so intoxicating.

“of course not. that brute dame knows better than to let you out of this shithole.” he scoffs, evidently insulting your mother, for reasons he named himself, “the minute you ought to step out, men would be pouncing on you like rabid dogs.”

he didn’t stop pumping the toy inside you, agonisingly slow, leaving you whining and begging for more.

“you want more, huh, bun?” he spoke so gently. you nodded, unable to form words because of the aching sensation between your legs.

“okay, i’ll give you more.” he lifted you up like you weighed a feather, placing you between his legs. his own were positioned between yours, so all it took for him to have you spread out was just a nudge of his knees.

“there we go, now spread that pretty pussy for me.” he rested his head on your shoulder, watching eagerly while you hesitated a little to comply.

he put his hands on yours,

and they fit like pieces of an intricate puzzle.

enveloping your smaller ones completely, his hands guided yours to spread your pussy open. the cold air of your room hit your leaking slit, causing you to shudder in his arms.

“look at you glistening, baby.”

“my god,” he groaned, rubbing your hand (and his atop) into your slick.

you sighed into the feeling of your soft hands, mixed with his large, rough ones.

“show me how you please that little pussy.” he whispered in your ear, kissing your lobe.

you nodded, biting your lower lip at his vulgarity.

a lord, yet so crude.

you began toying with your clit, rubbing figure-eights on the swollen bud. Karl’s hands wasted no time in fondling your breasts— groping, squeezing, twisting your nipples, tugging at them— only adding more pleasure to the sensation.

“ease one in.”

you weren’t sure what he mumbled until he decided to take matters into his own hands (literally) and rubbed a finger against your slit.

you swore you forgot how to breath when the sharp sensation of the digit penetration was felt.

“Karl…” you moaned, relishing in the feel of being stretched open.

“what do you think about when you touch yourself?” he asked, velvety voice dripping honey on you.

simply answered, “you.”

he kissed your neck, “i know, bunny. but what in specific?”

“uh~”

“tell me.” he grunted, pushing another finger inside.

“y-your hands… i think about your fingers… inside me.”

you mewed hearing him groan in your ear, the subtle nuzzle of his head into your neck urged you to continue. “‘want nothing more than your cock pounding me— wanna be at your mercy, Karl!”

“fuck, baby,” Karl groaned at your vulgarity; even you were surprised at the profanities leaving your lips but the lust hazed cloud in your mind burst with rains of arousal.

“i’ll give what you want for being such a good girl.” he purred in your ear, discarding the drenched toy. your whine at the loss of contact turned into a gasp when he so carelessly threw away your toy to the corner of the room.

you looked up at him through your lashes, feigning faux offense at the abandonment of your favourite companion on a lonely night. “don’t worry,” assured Karl, grinning.

“you won’t be needin’ that no more.” he grinned, plunging two of his thick digits right into your core.

you were stretched like a spring at the hands of this rugged noble. he nuzzled his head into your collarbones, the rugged stubble adorning his handsome face prickling your soft flesh.

Karl bit, licked, sucked, and nibbled, while you writhed, moaned, shivered, and cried in ecstasy.

“such a naughty girl— ‘acting so noble and sophisticated all the time, but when Mama’s friend comes in sight, you start cussing like a sailor with the libido of a pervy sleazeball.” he chuckled at his own descriptions of you, while you hadn’t registered a word he said, simply clenching and unclenching around his experienced fingers, moaning his name with every haggard breath.

“c-close!” you hiccuped, tears staining your rosy face.

“god, you’re so beautiful.” Karl groaned, licking the shell of your ear. you shuddered, not knowing if it was at his lewd actions or the mere compliment.

Karl breathed in your scent, your sensual oud suppressed by the sweet fragrance of your arousal.

he pulled out his fingers.

you began crying.

“why…?” you sobbed, “because,” he explained.

“you’ve not been a very good host, baby girl— leaving your guest waiting like that. only fair you don’t get release this soon, hm?”

he cooed his justification and you weeped like you had committed the most heinous crime.

your hole fluttered around the damp, chill air of your room. gaping around the new nothingness that replaced the stuffed fulfilling treatment you were receiving prior.

“please, i’m sorry— i’m… i’ll do better next time—”

“next time?” Karl was quick to intervene.

“what makes you think there’ll be a ‘next time’?”

your glassy eyes widened, “please, Karl, i’m begging you.”

“hm…” he hunched over your shoulder, chin prodding into your shoulder blade while he looked over at you, nonchalantly. not even an ounce of remorse, amusement, if anything.

“okay. since Mommy taught you manners,”

he rammed his fingers back into your cunt, a look of devilish glee spread across his face.

in and out, in and out, in and curl.

you screamed when he hit that spongy spot inside of you, dead-on. Karl was quick to cover your mouth.

“now, now, we don’t want sweet ol’ Pasha hearing us, do we?” he slowed, referring to the chamberlain that’s often posted right outside your door. you shook your head, urging him to go faster like he was.

“good fucking girl,” he groaned, feeling you pulsate around his wrinkled fingers.

“give me a show, host. make it worth the hours you kept me waiting. ‘dry and hangin’.” he nudged your legs wider, further apart with his knees. the hand that covered your pretty lips now wrapped itself around your own hand.

a sweet moment that lasted mere seconds, he took your interlaced fingers and placed them on your clit, shaking your hand fervently.

your brows furrowed, vision blurred as you peaked. afraid you can’t let go, but he’ll make you.

he’ll make you lose control, just like he’s made you his.

with one last push, or shove of his fingers, he quickly pulled them out, and broke the dam of pleasure.

your slick gushed out of your drooling cunt, drenching everything, including the two of you, nearby.

Karl chuckled, triumphantly. still rubbing fervently at your overstimulated clit, urging more of your juices to squirt out.

“now, that’s a show, darling.” he chuckled, grabbing your flushed face by the chin and connecting your lips to a passionate, chaste kiss.

when you closed your legs, he slapped your thigh, causing you to wince and jerk them open.

“—the hell are you doing?” he asked, seemingly offeneded.

“are you kicking me out?” he raised a brow, a sarcastic smile threatening to break on his face.

“b-but i thought we were—”

“done? oh, no, baby. you left me alone in that dining room thrice this evening.”

“this was just the first of three.”

“now, ass up, face down.” he manhandled you in the blink of an eye.

“your guest’s gotta entertain himself.”

he chuckled, and you nearly choked when you felt something mean, and thick prodding at your abused folds.”

you were in for a long night with your guest.

pt. II. main masterlist. blog directory. COCKUETTE MASTERLIST.

#karl heisenberg #resident evil #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #dimitrescu family #karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenburg fanart #karl heisenberg x reader smut #resident evil smut #smut #dbf!#age g4p #yandere!karl heisenberg #voyerurism #cillivnz #lord dimitrescu #coquette #cockette #cockuette

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issa-pheonyx · 8 months

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Yandere!Lord DImitrescu&Sons X Fem!Reader🔪 [Part 4]

𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗛𝗛𝗛-𝘀𝗼, 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗗𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗰𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘀, 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻?👀😳 Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

Being locked in a luxurious bedroom still felt like a prison. There was no way you will be able to escape unless you're willing to jump out the window, however it was too high. You just laid on the bed staring at the ceiling-drained out of your mind, thinking of what other plan you can come up with. "Wait...when I screamed there was some sort of impact from it." Predicting back when his sons were almost devouring your state of fear and more they seem to be shifted off their feet from the scream. "Mom would give me medication for me to be always calm-not being loud and stuff. OR should I say Mother Miranda." Getting up you look around to see if there is something you can test on if your theory is correct

There was a glass chalice by a wooden desk amongst other stationary essentials as you move it in the middle, kneeling down, and clearing your throat. "Okay, lets see what happens." You took a deep breathe and slowly start to raise your voice. Once your voice starts to pitch it didn't sound like your normal scream it was some sort of siren like high key note. The chalice immediately breaks and the items on the desk start to fall off to the floor from the impact as you cover your mouth,"Oh god." Quickly, you pick them up and put them back in place. The doorknob shakes as if someone was trying to break in. The door breaks open revealing Cass, Benjamin, and Daniel looking terrifying with their sickles in hand like the first time meeting

"Who was it?" "You okay, sis?" "Are you hurt?" Cass checked around the room, Benjamin stood next to you leaning down your height making sure you have no injuries, and Daniel was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. "You guys you need to chill...and stop saying sis!! I'm not your sister." You backed away from Benjamin going to the corner of the room,"And I'll never will be." They all freeze and slowly turn to look at you. 'Fuck, okay I'm dead.' They all burst out laughing, leaving you confused,"What's so funny?" You asked and they all turn to a herd of flies and back to normal as the three were towering you and cornering you

"You're just too cute to be our sis, ya know?" Benjamin says with a sweet smile on his face. "Cute sure...but, to eat-" Daniel elbows Cass,"Stop it! Then you complain why she's scared of you more." Cass just rolls his eyes,"Yeah, whatever, but isn't that what brothers do?" The two shake their heads. "Anyways, I think I will be her favorite brother~" Daniel puts an arm around your shoulder and squeezing the shit out you,"Urgh, stop it." You said,"Aw come on. Usually, everyone falls for me first!" He then messes with your hair making you growl,"Enough already." You shove him off as he giggles. Fixing your hair all of a sudden you were being lifted off your feet with a gushing Benjamin,"Awww man she is even adorable when she is angry like a little kitty~"

'This has to be a joke. They have to eat me eventually.' You just let it go and didn't want to budge off Benjamin's grip. "Boys!!" Lord Dimitrescu yells from downstairs as Benjamin puts you down,"Father is calling." Benjamin and Cass turn to flies as they left the room. Daniel being the last one to winks and says,"Don't worry, I'll let father know you're in no trouble with the door being broken, okay? You should get some sleep now." He closes the door and now you could leave, yet your eyes getting heavier tell you otherwise to get some rest and figure all of this out the next morning.

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Yandere!Mother Miranda and Yandere!Alcina x Y/N lactation fic part 2

Alright, lately I’ve been getting a lot of requests to continue this, so here we go! Read the first part here! Let’s get into it!

You panic as Mother Miranda holds you tightly against her. “No! N-no, please stop!” You begin to sob as she easily opens your mouth and places her nipple into it.

“Shh, shh, little one. Mommy needs to feed you now,” Miranda urges gently. “You’ve had a long day and it’s time for some dinner,” She says and begins bouncing you in her arms.

You struggle for a moment and manage to turn your head away from her breast. What the hell kind of torture is she trying to put you through?!

But… As Miranda looks down at you once again and captures your gaze, her beautiful silver eyes don’t hold anything but… Love. She smiles softly at you and leans down to kiss your forehead. “It’s alright, my darling. Your mama and I absolutely adore you,” She promises. “You are a dream come true for us,” She explains and looks at Alcina.

The lady of the castle chuckles warmly at her wife’s statement, holding her tighter and stroking your little face. “It’s true, draga. We can’t wait to introduce you to your older sisters,” She agrees.

Older… Sisters? They already have a family and they want you… To be a part of it? It catches you off guard to see how they’ve already made plans to include you in their lives. They are also very affectionate with you. When you first woke up, you were sure they had concocted some evil scheme to kidnap you and torture you. But… Now you’re not quite sure.

True, they could just be lulling you into a false sense of security, but you just… Don’t really think that’s the case.

You decide to proceed cautiously and just hope for the best… You’re too exhausted to put up much of a fight anyway.

As you study Miranda curiously, she can’t help but giggle at the serious look on your face. “I think we have a genius on our hands, dear,” Miranda proudly says to Alcina.

Alcina laughs as well. “It seems they take after their mommy,” She says and kisses the side of Miranda’s head.

Miranda hums contentedly at her wife before softly cupping your cheek and carefully opening your mouth again. She places her nipple to your lips once more, urging you to latch on. “Eat for mommy, baby. I know your little tummy is so empty,” She encourages, wincing a bit at how full and swollen her breasts are.

You look at the pained expression on Miranda’s face. As weird as this situation is, you don’t want her to hurt because of you. She’s been nothing but nice to you so far.

You huff. You know what? Screw it. You’re starving anyway. Your lips gently wrap around her nipple and you begin to suckle.

Miranda sucks in a relieved gasp at this. Physically, it feels amazing… But emotionally it feels even better. Her little one is eating finally. It brings her a great sense of calm to watch you nurse from her. She begins rocking you slowly and smiles happily up at her wife.

Alcina’s heart melts at how cute Miranda is. “You are so proud of yourself, aren’t you, draga?” She grins.

Miranda laughs softly and lies her head back on Alcina’s shoulder. “I must say that I am, my love,” She says.

The two are silent for a moment as they watch you suckle before Alcina clears her throat. “I… Really want them to meet the girls,” She says, excited but also very nervous.

The hesitation on Alcina’s face confuses Miranda. She grabs her wife’s hand and squeezes it. “They will soon, my love,” She says. “But… You look so anxious,” She points out. “What’s the matter?”

Alcina sighs as she rubs your head. “I know that Daniela will be so excited about finally being a big sister… But Cassandra and Bela can be so… Jealous,” She says carefully. “I guess I’m just feeling… Guilty for wanting another little one so badly,” She admits. “What if the girls think we won’t love them as much anymore?”

Miranda adopts a knowing expression at this. Alcina is always so hard on herself. “I believe you’re thinking about this the wrong way, my darling,” She says. “All Bela wants to do is please us. Another child will certainly be difficult for her to get used to, but not impossible. If we ask her to make an effort with Y/N, she will. Once she gets to know her little sibling, she’ll be just as taken with them as we are.”

Alcina hadn’t thought about that. Bela is so sweet. Of course she’ll warm up to her youngest sibling if she and Miranda ask her to try. She is a great big sister already.

However, Alcina remembers her second oldest daughter. “But what about Cassandra?” She asks her wife.

Miranda can’t help but chuckle at the unsure look on Alcina’s face. Her wife is so cute. “Cassandra is definitely… Protective,” Miranda concedes. “And while I know she would never intentionally hurt Y/N… It’s possible she might accidentally be a bit… Rough with them at first,” Miranda says quietly.

Alcina and Miranda both share a look at this.

At this point, you’re not even paying attention to what the two women are saying. You feel too… Little now. But, you do fuss a bit as you try to nurse. Miranda’s milk is sweet and warm. You like it a lot, however, you’re a little frustrated. Your mouth is already tired from nursing but you want more. You’ll need to get used to eating like this, it seems.

Miranda shushes you softly and pats your little back before she speaks again. “Everyone will have to get used to each other,” She says to her wife, expertly shifting you in her arms and helping you latch onto her breast better. “I think we’ll just need to supervise Y/N when they’re with their sisters for a while,” She suggests and strokes a finger across your cheek.

You settle down at Miranda’s actions and are able to suckle easier.

The priestess soon notices your eyes are growing heavy. She grins and looks at Alcina. “But for now… Maybe you should hold them for a bit?” She offers.

Alcina’s golden eyes glitter with excitement. “Really, draga?!” She asks, uncharacteristically enthusiastic.

Miranda giggles at this. “Absolutely, my love. You have been so patient,” She tells her. Miranda carefully takes her finger and breaks your latch.

Your eyebrows furrow and you whimper at the sudden departure of Miranda’s breast. You find yourself missing the sensation of suckling.

“It’s alright, my love. Mama wants to hold you now,” Miranda tells you and kisses your forehead. She hands you over to Alcina who eagerly cradles you in her arms.

“Hello, my little one,” Alcina says softly and kisses your cheek. She is absolutely beaming as she holds her youngest for the first time.

You immediately relax into Alcina’s warm and plush chest. While Miranda is also very comfy, Alcina has the perfect body type to snuggle against. She begins purring gently which quickly knocks you out.

As you begin to fall asleep, your eyes open for just a second. Long enough to see the two women share a tender kiss. For some reason, this makes you feel… Safe. They’re a loving couple who just want you to join their family. It’s like they really are your parents.

It’s strange how quickly you’ve grown accustomed to this arrangement, but you’ve never really been taken care of before. It’s… Nice.

The quiet ambience of the room further lulls you to sleep. But what will await you when you wake up?

Note: Yes, I’m lazy and Miranda and Alcina just automatically know Y/N’s name 😂 Hope you enjoyed!

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #mother miranda #mother miranda x y/n #mother miranda x reader #mirancina #lactation #breastfeeding #age regression #nonsexual age regression #angst #yandere imagines

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maybegays-blog · 5 months

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Welcome to my blog 🙏 🫡

(Edited)

What I WILL write:

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Yandere

X (Fem!) Reader (anything but male)

What I WONT write:

Heavy saw level gore. (It’s hard to write and it makes me a lil sick 😔😵‍💫)

Character x Character (nothin wrong w it, I just personally don’t really like ships)

X Male reader

🍇

Inc3st

If you request something that’s not on here, I will look into. (If I do not respond then I will probably not write)

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Please specify what you want me to write, I’m not good at coming up with things :(

Also, a small disclaimer. English isn’t my first language.

Masterlist

FUCKERS I WRITE FORRR!!!

Celebrities

La Zarra

Lady Gaga

Charlize Theron

Catherine Zeta-Jones

Gwedoline Christie

Trolls 3

Velvet

Viva

The Conjuring

Lorraine Warren

Wednesday (2022)

Morticia Addams

Larissa Weems

Marilyn Thornhill

The School For Good And Evil

Lady Leonora Lesso

Clarissa Dovey

Black Panther

Queen Ramonda

Shuri Udaku

Riri Williams

Steven Universe

The FEMALE Crystal Gems

The Diamonds

Resident Evil: Village

Lady Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

Donna Beneviento

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Total Drama

Gwen

Leshawna

Heather

Eva

Izzy

Courtney

Bridgette

(Not that far in the show, sorry!😔)

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petitelepus · 1 year

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Platonic yandere lady dimitrescu x child reader

What a cute little thing you are. When Mother Miranda had asked someone to take you, Lady Dimitrescu had been eager to pick you up.

There was no doubt that you would enjoy living in her huge castle instead of the house of dolls, a disgusting reservoir, or worst yet, a dirty factory owned by that hideous man Heisenberg.

The Lady of the castle treats you like you are made of the finest glass there is. Especially after you nicked your finger and it bled a little.

The Lord couldn't help herself and licked your wounded finger clean and she was shocked.

Your blood tastes absolutely divine...! Lady Dimitrescu is tempted to drain you dry and turn you into a bottle of fine wine, but she adores you too much to do so. Also, you belong to Mother Miranda, not her.

It's not clear yet if you are able to fill that hole in Mother Miranda's heart that even the four lords couldn't fill... But Lady Dimitrescu would have been happy whether you could or couldn't.

If Mother Miranda would claim you as another failure, the tall Lord would happily keep you with her. As one of the Mother's children, you are now other Lords' and Lady's younger sibling.

While the idea of turning you into wine is there, Lady Dimitrescu decides to take only a sample of your blood and mix it with her favorite wine. This way you can keep on living with her and provide her with fine blood.

Despite donating blood, you are treated like royalty in the castle, and the three daughters of Dimitrescu love to play with you. You're so small, you can all play dress-up, house and such!

If anyone even looks at you in a funny way, like that little maid from the village, they are severely punished.

Don't worry your little head about the screams, go and play with Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra! Your big sister Dimitrescu will take care of the rude maid.

#scarletdragontiger #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil #lady dimitrescu #daniela #cassandra #Bela #mother miranda #alcina dimitrescu #reader #yandere #enjoy!

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buttercandy16 · 28 days

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Characters I'd write for: (Send in Requests)

Rebecca Ferguson

Lady Jessica

Rose the Hat

Jenny Lind

Gwendoline Christie

Larissa Weems

Lucifer Morningstar

Sarah Paulson

Cordelia Goode

Diane Sherman

Mildred Ratched

Wilhemina Venable

Sally McKenna

Lana Winters

Cate Blanchett

Lady Galadriel

Lou Miller

Carol Aird

Lydia Tar

Lana Parrilla

Regina Mills

Rita Castillo

Trina Decker

RE Women

Lady Alcine Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

Donna Beneviento

Jessica Lange

Fiona Goode

Sister Jude

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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It's been a while since I've talked about RE8 and I'm just thinking about reader from my Yandere RE8 AU who is now living with the Lords after Ethan left her behind in the village, and I just know this poor baby is STRESSED. Like to the point that she can't argue without crying.

She's getting yelled at? She's crying.

Someone else is getting yelled at? She's crying.

She tries escaping the Lords and they bring her back and tell her that it's better for her to stay in the village with her "found family" than return to her real family who don't give a shit about her and reader is just standing there with furrowed brows and quivering lips, tears falling down as she weakly argues "N-No! You- you guys are *hiccups* wrong. I- they still love- I don't need anyone to take care of me!" And then proceeds to break down in front of them, causing Alcina to pick you up by your armpits like a little kitten and hugging you to her chest (u almost suffocate to death).

I just know that Heisenberg is the most awkward when you cry in front of him. He doesn't know how to comfort you, he's always had to bottle up his sad emotions, but he can't tell u to that! So... he's building some dancing soldets for you, or better yet, allows Handsome to dress like a stripper and twerk because that always seemed to make you laugh (it didn't, the hash brownies did).

As for Chria and Leon, oh my- their hearts just absolutely breat at the sight of you. But they know that they can't just let you cry your way into danger. So, they very lovingly and calmly tell you that they understand that this is frustrating but they can't just let you return to your horrible parents just because they're "blood". They could be your family too, and they swear to treat you better than anyone ever has. They slowly pull you back inside their safe house, Chris goes to make you some hot chocolate (with melatonin gummies mixed in) while Leon is just huddling on the couch with you, whispering affirmations as he watches you try to not have a meltdown.

#yandere re 8 #yandere re8 #yandere resident evil #yandere alcina dimitrescu #yandere lady dimitrescu #yandere lady alcina #yandere chris redfield #yandere leon kennedy #yandere heisenberg

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midnightlee25 · 2 years

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Yandere Team-ups: Lady Dimitrescu & Karl Heisenberg

Middle age cage

Both are basically always stealing their darling from each other so it’s very rare to have them both around their darling.

Oddly enough however when push comes to shove, they do work all in keeping their darling hide and save.

Both are very protective with their darling given the environment. Never letting them outside alone or near the village.

Both make sure mother miranda never finds out about their darling.

Both do spoil their darling quite a bit.

One of the things that would make them actually work together is If their darling were to somehow escape one of their ones. Their darling can never get too when this happens.

Both are possessive yandere however Karl is also obsessive while dimitrescu is really just possessive.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #resident evil #yandere resident evil #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #yandere lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg headcanons #karl heisenberg #yandere karl heisenberg

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theyanderespecialist · 9 months

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Howdy! Your post for Resident Evil has made me really have to think about what to ask for. May I request a resistant fem s/o getting kidnapped/adopted/or married into the Dimitrescu family? Alcina Dimitrescu if you please. Married or adopted I'm not greedy and I can't think of which is 'worse'. If not then I understand. Thank you in advance regardless.

Forced Marriage here we come! Fun Fact, Lady Dimitrescu is a canon lesbian. The Story Writer wrote her character as a canon lesbian. She is one of those man-hating lesbians. A stereotype yes, but you can tell in her dialog that she refers to men in this stereotype which is how they showed her lesbian side. Also, she wanted virgin women who had not been with a man as her staff.

It was another way she wanted pretty woman around to drink from and to have as playthings. But did not want them to be sullied by a man, because man-hating lesbian!

SHE IS A LESBIAN DOMMY MOMMY!

#yandere #yandere lady dimitrescu #yandere resident evil 8 #yandere resident evil village #yandere resident evil #yandere scenario #scenario #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #alcina x reader #reader #female reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #coming soon

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Might I request, for the Event: Actual dragon Lady Dimitrescu, or werebat Lady D if you'd like, with K-2 and K-3 prompts?

Yes! I'd love to ^^

Prompts Found Here!

Yandere! Lady Dimitrescu Prompts K-2 and K-3

(Halloween Event - Dragon)

Pairing: Romantic

K-2: "It's not kidnapping when your soul yearns to be here."

K-3: "There's no use trying to run. This is your home now."

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Biting, Forced relationship, Forced marriage, Dragons, Monster loving(?), Manipulation.

In tales as old as time, dragons have been kidnapping humans. For as long as dragons have been known to man there has always been tales told by man of how horrible they are. Even if all dragons have their reasons for what they do.

Some are hungry. Some take sacrifices. Some simply wish for companionship... both friendly and romantic.

You were an unfortunate victim to a dragon's yearning for companionship. A dragon who lives in the north, where snow swirls around an old castle. A dragon who bares sharp teeth and claws, along with long white fur.

Dimitrescu was a powerful dragon who alone cared for her three daughters. All smaller dragons who roamed her halls. Yet... her daughters were not enough to keep her company.

Which is when she took you in. At first as a servant in her castle, before eventually easing you into a role more suited for you. She was usually in her more humanoid form, but ocassionally you saw her stronger dragon form.

You thought she only wanted you to watch over the smaller dragons she called her daughters. A life where you were nothing but a slave to the dragon like in tales you heard. Turns out...

"I kept you here because I thought you were suitable to serve as a more... romantic companion to me."

Learning of Dimitrescu's true intentions scared you. She had liked how you treated her daughters who were still learning their humanoid form. Her daughters had also already imprinted on you.

Even if you wanted to decline, you could never go home if a dragon wanted to keep you-

"You kidnapped me to... be a lover to you?"

"It's not kidnapping when your soul yearns to be here."

The humanoid dragon scoffs before grinning.

"But... yes. You care for my young so well, I promise you'll live a lavish life here in my castle."

"I can't-"

"Why not? You're playing a dangerous game by refusing a dragon's proposal, human."

"This is not my home... no matter what you do, this will never be my family!"

"I wouldn't say that so loud, dear... you'll upset our daughters! Now, come here and embrace me. Dragon weddings are much different than your human ones, but you'll enjoy it."

You shake your head when the dragon comes closer. Like a frightened prey animal you run away, frustrating the dragon.

"There's no use trying to run. This is your home now."

You hear smaller screeching, most likely coming from her daughters.

"Girls. Fetch me our human...."

Claws hit the floor, clacking the cracked stone tiles in a rhythmic pattern. They were in their dragon forms, making them fast and agile. You run as fast as you can, slamming doors in the faces of the smaller creatures.

You thought you were doing well until you heard heavier thumping nearby. Dimitrescu was searching for you, her dragon form stomping through the large castle.

"I'll find you, dear...."

She growls, a noise loud and deep enough to shake your soul.

"You can't hide forever. I know you can't leave this place. You'll either be caught or die in the cold!"

You try to dart away from the noise, only to hear claws skitter behind you.

"There you are!"

Teeth sink into your arm and drag you off your feet. You look down to see a small ginger scaled dragon digging into you. Two other dragons, brown and gold scaled, corner you with growls.

"Mother is upset!"

"It was bad to run away...."

"Mother! We caught your human!"

You're forced in place by the three smaller dragons while a large white one approaches you. Her mouth is filled with teeth, anger flowing off from the beast in waves.

"Finally, (Y/N). Enough games."

You shiver when she swaps back into her humanoid form, wings still outstretched behind her in a menacing display.

"You have a lot of nerve running from me. The bites you were given will serve as your punishment. Now, girls, help me escort our human back to my room."

Against your will, you're herded back to the room Dimitrescu keeps you in. Her daughters do not leave you out of their sight and Dimitrescu wraps her tail around you.

Your fate was to be bound to this dragon... now and forever...

This was no fairytale, this was your horrific reality.

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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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