Artist: DarikaArt

IM ON MY KNEES OH MY GOD…..PLEASE RAIL ME…

These are my favorites of "In another life with Lady Dimitrescu" Collection. <3

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Your daily reminder to love Alcina Dimitrescu.

Serious question;

How would you guys feel if I started posting about Lady Dimitrescu? I’ve been in love with her longer than I’ve known Natasha even exists, I just never had the nerve to post about her. Like I wanna write some fics, post photos and simp openly for her. 

I thought about making another account for her but it would prolly stress me out, so idk

And for those of you who don’t know her, First off how dare you shes the milf of all milfs  but here’s some photos of her ;)

If no one says anything (I’m expecting they won’t) I’m just gonna start posting with her. Fully still like 80% Marvel blog I just wanna show my 9ft vamp wife some love <3

We all know how possessive Alcina gets with her wife, but has there been any instance/s where Maria gets furiously possessive over Alcina?

Trust me, Maria is just as bad as Alcina when it comes to getting jealous. The difference is that, while Alcina acts upon her feelings and gets rid of the “competition”, Maria lets her emotions fester and becomes very passive-aggressive about them.

Alcina’s previous marriage makes her green to this day. She is well-aware that it was nothing but a political move forced upon her and that she strategically got out of it as soon as possible, but a single mention of the late husband tips Maria into a horrible mixture of anger, insecurity, and possessiveness. She understands the importance of keeping the dagger safe, but if it were up to her, the guy’s bones would already be Vesta’s discarded chew toys.

Even though she is the friendliest towards mortals - she might be a bit mean sometimes because of picking up familial habits, but she had a balanced upbringing and is in “good” terms with a number of them - she does also lash out whenever those who are ignorant to what they are try to flirt with her wife. Men in particular. Her antiquated notions kick in quite hard and she takes it personally, sometimes sulking on the event for days and leaving Alcina to gesture wildly at her entire existence and go “What about all this makes you think I would ever leave you? For a man-thing, no less?? Be reasonable, now.”. But, unfortunately, Maria is not always the most rational person and can use the reassurance (or the letting out of her frustrations through villainous means).

Watch them during any social event and you will notice she hovers near Alcina as much as Alcina hovers near her, only in a more subtle way.

You Sent for Me, My Lady? Part 2 (Alcina x Maiden Fanfic)

Due to popular demand, I bring you part 2 of "You Sent for Me, My Lady"!

Part I

Warning: NSFW

As you make your way back to Lady Dimitrescu’s room, you find your heart is pounding out of your chest. You haven’t the slightest clue what she has planned for tonight. You pause outside her door, take a couple deep breaths to calm yourself down, and rap your knuckles against the door.

“Come in, my dear,” you hear Alcina purr from within.

When you open the door, you stand stock-still. Alcina rises from her seat in front of the mirror and slowly turns to face you. She is wearing a black lace peignoir over a red and black lingerie set. As you take in her blood-red stocking clipped to her garter, you realize just how long Alcina’s legs are and how firmly muscular too. Your mouth is working but you find the words die on your lips as you try to make them.

Alcina lets out an intoxicating chuckle as you stand rooted to the spot, transfixed. “I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of undressing myself before you got here, pet,” Alcina says, casting off her peignoir and setting it on the back of her chair. “Now are you going to come over here or do I have to come get you myself?”

You don’t respond but you take off at a run and launch yourself into her waiting arms. Just like before there is an unspoken agreement between the two of you as she kisses you hard, your legs wrapped around her waist for balance. She unbuttons your collar and begins kissing your exposed neck, near your fluttering pulse point. “I could hear your heart pounding as you were walking down the hall,” Alcina murmurs against your neck. “Even now I can feel it beating its soft tattoo.” Alcina cups your breast and you let out a whimper of desire.

She runs a red fingernail across your throat, drawing blood. “I still have yet to taste you, my sweet,” Alcina growls and when you look at her, you see her pupils have dilated from hunger, her golden irises only a thin band around them.

Without warning, she lunges forward and sinks her canines into your neck. She pulls you flush to her body and you can’t move even if you wanted to. Alcina feeds on your blood greedily, her lips making soft popping sounds as she moans in satisfaction. Her tongue rasps around the puncture marks left in your soft skin, lapping up any leftover blood before she eventually pulls away.

You try to make eye contact but find your head is suddenly light and your head lolls to the side like a rag doll’s. She catches your face in her hand and brings you up to face her. “Are you feeling alright, dear?” Alcina asks, brushing a finger by your cheekbone. “I tend to overdo it for the first feeding. Do you think you can stand?”

You nod and stumble a little as she sets you down. She holds you steady and you take a few experimental steps before you can eventually move on your own. She smiles at you encouragingly. “Would you mind opening the bottom dresser for me, pet? I left a surprise for you in there.”

Walking over to the dresser, you find your palms are slick with sweat. You wipe them on your apron before opening the dresser. Inside you find a strap with a harness. You feel your face burn scarlet as you hear Alcina call behind you, “There it is! Bring it over here, would you?”

You take the strap and harness in your hands and with your face burning make your way back to her. When you try to hand it to her, she lets out a laugh like tinkling bells. “Oh, I’m not going to be the one wearing it, pet. You are.”

Alcina picks you up in her arms, giving you a sloppy kiss as she peels back your skirt and fastens the strap and harness snug around your hips. She moves to take you to the bed, but you notice both of your reflections passing by in the mirror. Hesitantly you place a hand on her arm. She looks at you in confusion. “If I may, my Lady,” you say, clearing your throat. “I rather liked the view the mirror offered us last night.”

Her face breaks out into a wolfish grin. “Oh, getting bolder, are we, pet?” she purrs, running a thumb along your chin. “That sounds like a fantastic idea.” She takes you over to the chair in front of her mirror and settles you on her lap, your legs straddling her hips. Taking you by the back of the head, she moves to kiss you again. While doing so, she takes your hand and glides it up her gartered leg.

You look at her and she sees the hesitation in your eyes. She smiles, understanding your uncertainty. “This is the first time you’re using a strap, isn’t it dear?” You nod slowly, embarrassed at your lack of experience. Still holding your hand, she moves it to her already dripping cunt. “Do you see how wet I already am, pet? That should be enough to get you started.” Alcina moves her large hands to cup your hips and guides you and the cock to her center.

Alcina leans her head back against the chair and utters a low moan in her throat as you push in, slowly filling her walls. Bracing your hands on both of her shoulders, you begin to ride her with your strap, your hips moving in a steady rhythm. With each thrust, abortive moans and sighs escape Alcina’s lips, now coated with a mixture of your blood and her lipstick. You chance a look at the mirror and you see your face is already red from the exertion, your face shining with perspiration.

Alcina shakes her head, pins falling to the floor in a heap and her hair becomes unbound. You take a couple strands of it and inhale deeply. It smells strongly of her oleander and rose perfume. So she even puts it in her hair, you think to yourself. Interesting…

“You’re doing so well for me, pet,” Alcina gasps out. “Please, there is no need to be gentle. Please fuck me harder, darling.”

You increase the pace of your thrusting and Alcina’s hands bury themselves in your back. You see in the looking glass that she has bunched her fingers into the material, causing small rips with her nails. Oh, well. Nothing a little needlework can’t fix later.

You can feel your hips starting to get sore with the pace you’re trying to maintain, but you must do as your Mistress commands. There is something so satisfying about her supplications for you to fuck her harder that you have no choice but to comply. You want to leave her satisfied after she showed you what she could do last night.

Last night....That gives you an idea. You can see there is still room, so in addition to the strap, you slide two of your fingers into her core. Alcina lets out abortive gasps as you gently begin to stroke her sensitive walls while pounding into her with your cock.

“Yes! Dracu, yes!” Alcina pants. “Please, just like that! Don’t stop, draga. I’m so close!”

Your fingers quest further into her walls. Ah, there it is. Your fingers brush by her clitoris and you feel her shudder underneath you as she climaxes, coating your hand in her nectar. You pull out your hand and your cock and settle against her, your head on her chest, both of you breathing quite heavily.

“That,” Alcina says, putting a hand through your hair and stroking it gently. “Was absolutely magnificent. If I am to be completely honest, you surprised me, draga. I never knew you had it in you. But then,” Alcina kisses the top of your head. “They do say it’s always the quiet ones.”

You feel your cheeks burn at the praise. “Thank you, my Lady.” Just then, you happen to glance at the clock. “Good God! Is it that late already? Mrs. Fischer will have my head if I’m not in bed by light’s out!”

“Then why don’t you stay with me?” Alcina takes your hand and slowly begins to kiss your fingers one by one. “Even though Mrs. Fischer is the housekeeper, she can hardly argue with you if she knows you’ve been with me, her employer.”

You nod and she gives you a chaste kiss. “Good! Now I hate to make you work so late, but would you mind helping me out of this and into my nightgown?”

A smile spreads across your face. “It would be my honor, my Lady.”

Y/N, leaning in to Alcina seductively: Don’t you want to go somewhere more private?

Alcina: I do. But you are going to find me everywhere.