#—🐾 anon

[luvkuvi]

Discord mods! Scara and xiao.. and reader is just a cute little thing that joined the server recently.. and has already began an interest of scara and xiao…and they talk about you in their dms <3 about how pretty you’d look..how you’re so sweet to them and anyone in the server, even if the person is being mean.. etc

🐾anon

THEY ARE SO UGHHH i want them both :(((

[rodolfoparras]

blue collar men in theory >>>> blue collar men in practice 😭 theyre useless i tell you USELESS. picking out their clothes to wear to work, to wear out, fixing &. plating dinner because they work so hard… house wife/husband life is for some people but it is Not for me, i respect yall fr -🐾 who grew up in a small, blue collar town w/ a blue collar father

Sugar you’re making great points here but all I’m thinking about is retired!Price taking care of blue collar reader

Thinking about trying to convince Price to retire but he refuses claiming he doesn’t know what he’ll do all day, even joking about how you just want to see him prance around the house only wearing a robe while doing chores

But after he says it, you cant get the comment out of your head and all you can think about is him waiting for you at the door, in a robe the same color as his cerulean eyes, matching stockings pulled up his thighs and a plug buried in his ass

Thinking about him kissing your lips as soon as you step foot inside, lace clad cock rubbing upon your clothed one, getting you all worked up only to pull away telling you dinner is ready with a smile on his face.

And you’re hot on his trail, barely shrugging off your muddy boots before you’re in the kitchen with him

He’s got his back turned to you, as he plates your food for you but just when he’s about to finish up he feels you coming up behind, your big hands on his hips and your painfully hard cock rubbing against the cleft of his ass.

He pauses for just a second, a gasp escaping his lips as he revels into the feeling. However just when he’s about to tell you to wait, that you should eat before you do anything, you’re dropping down to your knees, pulling his robe to the side before swiftly pulling the plug out of his ass.

“Didn’t you say dinners ready?”

[sea-lanterns]

I don't know about you but I can sense some rivalry between Panther! Arlecchino an Cat! Lynette for Mouse! Reader attention and affection

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Panther! Arlecchino groaning when she sees Housecat! Lynette run off with you in her mouth. She was going to be the one to run off with you so she could spoil you! Not her daughter!

Arlecchino probably regrets teaching Lynette how to hunt like an apex predator, because now she’s swiftly catching you before Arlecchino gets the chance to, darting away quickly and squeezing into the smallest of escape routes so poor Arlecchino can’t even follow her 😭

Panther! Arlecchino is simply too big to follow Lynette when she squeezes through some vent and keeps you in her cat bed. Purring quietly as she keeps you wrapped up in her longcat body and licking you to “clean” you from her roughhousing. Poor Arlecchino can only watch 💀

[muffinsin]

GUYS!!! GUYS!!!!!! idea time 😈

the dimitrescus (seperately) with a s/o that acts so much like a vampire, that the dimitrescus were suprised to learn they werent?

Like, reader has irregularly sharp teeth, claw-like nails, oddly pale skin, and literal bloodlust (they genuinly enjoy to drink blood, -- you can cut that part out if it makes u uncomftorable, obviously 💗💗)

Reader, their s/o, also avoids going outside like the plague, -- they hate the cold, always loom around and cause chaos (their energy vaguely resembles Danielas..), and wear dark, covering clothes (that also, somewhat resemble the dimitrescu sisters' cloaks) that you would expect to see in an old, monster-romance cliche.

Their s/o even has a tattoo! Its .. not on their forehead, but, its the same! Its a flower! They must be a vampire too! Wait, whaddya mean you're mortal? ..

.....

what?

IM GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL FOR THESE LOVELY LADIES GRAHHHH SOMEBODY LITERALLY SEDATE ME 😨😨😨😨😨

And now i leave, just like my father -- aha. Please laugh.

-🐾🍪🏕

Traveling girlscout anon ;3

Awhhh, this is a cute one!! We love ourselves these vampiric tendencies! :)

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

Until recently, Bela was convinced you’re a vampire. Or similar to her mother, at the very least

Sure, upon finding you and seeing your (at first glance-) humane nature, she did think of you as a human

But, within hours already, this changed

Early on she convinced herself you were like Alcina, not made of flies, but vampiric at the very least

After all, all about you screams just that

The first Bela noticed, ever, early on into your relationship, was your appearance

Hidden underneath your gloves are sharp claw-like nails

Much like her own, really, and nearly as sharp

She actually screamed in surprise and mild pain the first time you clawed at her back

She likes restraining you when things get wild, now, for the sake of her porcelain-like skin

Not only your nails look strangely inhuman, though

Next are your teeth, sharp and almost filed, again much like her own

Upon feeling them under her tongue, and later on inspecting them properly, Bela became aware of their fang-like nature

Really, she loves this

While she would never admit it, Bela loves to feel your fangs sink into her skin, to feel you break skin, to feel the pain she so rarely experiences due to her nature

And then, to her biggest surprise, there’s the tatttoo

Almost like her own! A rose, one typical for house Dimitrescu like hers, though lacking the other symbols of the house

Placed just below your neck, she saw it first when she offered you a massage

She likes to trace it whenever the two of you cuddle now, giggling whenever you lean up and kiss hers in return

What became obvious next, was your not so human appetite and favorite dishes

Mainly because while she made sure you had bread and such available, you showed no interest in that, and have barely indulged in that in the time she’s known you

In fact, to this day, you share her meals and snacks, blood

When she sits drinking the infamous blood-wine, you often sit down on her lap and take some sips from the fancy glass

At times you prefer it directly from the source

As such, Bela is moaning and gasping beneath you or trapped against a wall, her pale face flushed pink as you first bite down and tear her neck open, then suck at the wound eagerly

To this day, it’s something she grants you and something that gets her flustered like very little else

Your eyes are dark, your appearance even more so

Like her, you prefer dark clothing, something that only feeds into her suspicion of your vampiric nature

You loom about in the shadows, are hardly ever seen outside

In fact, she finds you only join her hunts at night

The sun she enjoys on her pale skin, warming and tickling lightly, seems to almost disgust you

You’re never seen in it, always stay in when you can

Your paleness almost matches hers

Sometimes, she attempts to get you outside

When she holds your hand and gently guides you, giggles as your face scrunches up in disgust

At times, you humor her, walk outside and stay in the shade, watch as she sunbathes

You don’t quite understand why, only growl to yourself at times as you watch her

At least, it’s an opportunity for you to watch her

Still, she giggles when your growls turn to whines after fifteen minutes or so, pleading to go back inside

At other times, you watch her from the window in her room, playing with the few daggers you’re allowed to store there

Then, suddenly, one day the truth comes out

It’s winter, the cool air trapping your girlfriend within the castle

Still, as she nibs at your neck and draws circles along your skin lazily, you feel her become restless

Working for her mother and being busy so often, winter is less harsh on Bela than her sisters

Still, she has cravings, as you come to learn early on in the relationship

And so she’s curled in your shared bed, whining quietly to herself (not that she would ever admit that) as you kiss her forehead

You promise, you’ll head to the woods to get her a snack, freshly caught, the way she likes it

Only is it during the day…and while the air is bitingly cold, the sun is standing high

Immediately, she worries and tries to stop you

Upon hearing her reasoning, you can’t help but giggle, which only prompts an adorably confused frown

You’re not incredibly surprised to hear her think of you as a vampire, but assure her nonetheless: you’re human

As such, she allows you to go, talking only of things to bring with you to keep you safe

And as you hunt for her, you endure the sun, frowning in annoyance at it occasionally

You truly hate the sun, and the annoyingly cold breeze makes it an even worse experience

But, you would do anything for her

And upon returning, you smile as she feasts on your catch eagerly, exploring your body anew after her discovery

You let her, leaving a light smile on your lips

Cassandra

Having met you officially as her mother’s advisor and informant from the village, and noticing your overall appearance, Cassandra has never thought of you as anything but a vampire

In all the time she has and does see you, you’re covered in black, gothic-like clothing, not at all unlike her own

You look regal, but dangerous, mysterious and dark

You look like you perfectly fit into the castle and the family, even before Cassandra has made you hers

Never has she seen you in colorful clothing, except maybe the few times you wore an almost victorian dress for one of Mother’s infamous hosted balls and festivals

A deep shade of red, victorian and gothic in style, further adding to her belief of your vampire status

Her believes haven’t changed to this day, even

When she hunts, you join her at night

And while not as fast or strong as her, you have little difficulty keeping up. Often you even slay beasts with her

The two of you like to stay until the morning approaches, kissing and hunting, relishing in one another’s bodies and words until it’s time to head back to the castle before the sun sets

She never questioned why you don’t like the sun. After all, all vampires don’t like it, can’t stand it even

You like to join her in the basement, often cleaning and polishing her weapons and tools of torture

She never thought of it as strange, never thought an immortal being like herself or her family would be bothered by the blood and screams

Your teeth are similar to her own, sharp and predatory, fang-like and glistening when the shine of the moon hits them

And while they’re not as strong or sharp as Cassandra’s, they are still unnatural looking

Of course, she’s very keen on them, as you realize early on

She loves to inspect your teeth and run her tongue along their sharp tips, crackling in delight whenever she isn’t careful and cuts herself on them

Secretly, she allows you to bite her when you play rough

At those times she relishes in your presence and vampiric-like biology, allowing you to take what you want from her, rather than the other way around

It’s rare times, but it’s still one of your favorite moments, when she allows you to hold her down and straddle her, your sharp teeth digging into her surprisingly sensitive neck

At those times it’s often that your sharp, claw-like nails come into play, as well as her own if you neglect to use protection

Always, you tie her arms and wrists up when it’s your turn to take from her

Your girlfriend simply loves scratching too much, so much so you’re sure you couldn’t live through it

You are after all, though oblivious to her, mortal

As such she’s usually tied when you take, and relishes in the deep scratches you give her along her backside when she takes from you

Sometimes, after, she allows you her blood as a reward

It’s divine, and if you could (and if she let you) you could easily live off only that

Alas, you often share in a maid with her, held between the two of you, her cries muffled as both of you share one side of her neck to drink from

While usually discarded after, they always make for a fun snack

Should one be unlucky enough to live through it, it’s clear she’s Cassandra’s plaything now, awaiting the woman’s attention in the basement

And lastly, another detail she loves about you, is the tattoo placed on your chest

A rose, similar to the one she sports, only missing the Dimitrescu sigil and the ring surrounding it

Sometimes, when feeling particularly soft and cuddling up together, Cassandra likes to draw along the tattoo, adding bits here and there

Until, at the end, it looks nearly identical to her own

You smile whenever you see it

The day she finds out about your mortality is one like any other, really

She’s out hunting with you, the late night hours when the sun is down and the air has adapted a nice, cozy temperature

You’re at it for hours, hunting successfully, not worried about the time in the slightest

It wouldn’t be the first time the two of you stay out all night

And as the spirits rise and the hunt slows, the two of you take advantage of the quiet forest that seems to belong to only the two of you, now

With your hands tangled in her hair and your teeth teasing her neck, you completely forget about restraining her hands

As such, when you bite down, her claw-like nails come down on you, slicing and tearing lines down your back

Immediately, you tear yourself away, screaming in pain even as pleasure runs through you and your fang-like teeth and lips tingle with the desire to feast on her again

As you sink to your knees, she’s immediately by your side

She doesn’t understand, not until she notices your trembling body and the deep slashes at your back

She never considered that, unlike her, you don’t heal as fast

Immediately, you feel her tear your blouse from you, straps of your and her clothing used to help bandage your wounds

You don’t notice how tense your body is, until she cups your face

Her face holds a mix of surprise, worry and anger

“You stupid mortal!”, she cusses, and you can’t help but grin stupidly at her

You doubt you’ll get her to trim her nails even a little, but are still somewhat thrilled to have felt them on you

She supports you as you make your way back to the castle, rambling on angrily about how you didn’t tell her you were human, as though it wasn’t obvious by your blood alone

For the next few days you enjoy the mixture of her pampering and scolding you

She feeds you her blood, somewhat feeding into the strange nature of your biology, a human fed a mutant’s blood

You keep ropes and such in mind after this, and allow her to worry about you a little more than before

At least, she doesn’t treat you as she does other mortals, still valuing your skills and abilities rather than treating you like you were made of glass

Daniela

When she first encounters you, she immediately thinks; this is it

You are it

Her true love!

Her one and only! The reason all the others were mere disappointments! The sole reason she hasn’t found happiness yet!

Because of course, her true love would be like her!

You’re even matching her tattoo, somewhat, wearing the rose tattoo on your wrist

Your heart at your sleeve, so to say, she thinks when she first sees it

Of course, it must be a sign

A sign you’re her soulmate!

Often, she traces your tattoo

When you do the same to her, she practically melts against you, a blushing mess of buzzing flies that could easily be mistaken for purring at your touch

You’re taller than the average villager, more so similar to her own height, too

She never once thinks you might be human, and you never once suspect she might have doubts about your mortality, and thus never set her straight

She supports you fully, buying you all the clothing you like, all dark and gothic themed, much like the one of her family

You’re a Dimitrescu by heart, she’s sure

Sometimes, she likes to take your clothing, hunting in a new pair of dark pants and a tucked in, black blouse of yours

At other times, she allows you to take inspiration from her clothing

With both of you detesting the cold, there’s nothing you like more than to curl up someplace with her

Daniela’s not made to keep others warm, being barely able to keep herself warm, after all

You, despite your appearance and vampire-like aesthetic, are entirely different as it comes to that, so that on cold days it’s often you warming her up while the two of you scowl at the temperature

Maybe, your warm body and blood should have been a hint to her, a hint proving your mortality

Often, she feeds from you, especially on the cold days

Your warm blood dripping down her throat and settling in her cool body works wonders, so much so her face is flushed fast and she heats up within minutes

Daniela loves the feeling of your teeth against her skin, the sharp fangs digging in and biting down at one of her most sensitive spots

Often, it gets her excited. You’re always eager

Another way for you to warm her up, after all

In turn, she eagerly allows you a taste of her whenever you want

Unlike you- another hint, probably- she doesn’t have to wait days for the wound to close again, after all, so you can occasionally feed off her multiple times a day

On sunnier days, Daniela tries hard to have you come outside with her

As she hates the cold, she loves the sun!

Next to you, she almost looks as if she is the mortal one, even

You, dressed in dark clothing and scowling a little whenever the sun hits your eyes, her, grinning from ear to ear in a light, fluttery dress, the only indication of her vampiric nature being the bloody splats along her chin and cheeks

Sometimes, she asks for picnics, reading together in the castle gardens, cuddling and sleeping in the sun, sharing little treats here and there that you’re sure she sneaked from the kitchens

She can’t tan, but likes the thought of it nonetheless, so you often read to her while she’s spread out in the sun like a lazy cat enjoying the warmth along its fur

Often, she ends up dozing off, awakening in your arms or in her bed once you’ve decided you had enough of the outside and carried her back to your shared room

At other days, she takes you hunting with her, the both of you running and stalking, laughing whenever a human gets lost among the tall trees

Sometimes, the two of you share the blood of your prey right then

At other times, you drag it home to the castle and you prepare the meat for the both of you

She always figured you do this as a preference, oblivious to the fact you really should not be eating raw meat

And on some other days, the two of you like to race at the castle, causing chaos where you can

You like playing a game of scaring the staff, seeing whose presence is more unsettling, counting how many poor maidens can be stalked until they grow aware of your presence

Only does she grow aware of your mortality when your chaotic games eventually cause a window to break

Immediately, you shield her body with hers when screams are torn from her

Teary eyes look up at you full of sorrow, as though she expects you to die shielding her

But, no such thing happens

Your skin doesn’t crystallize, doesn’t even bruise

You merely shiver as you hold her and wrap your vest around her tightly

“I’ve got you”, you whisper, and while you sound worried, there is no pain in your voice

She doesn’t understand…

As you return to your room, it’s her that checks you for injuries first, despite how you try to fuss over her

She can’t understand..not even a scrape?

You grow more and more confused with her

Why is she so surprised?

Upon voicing her confusion, you can’t help but laugh a little

As you cup her face in your hands, her cold, but soft cheeks pressed against your warm hands, she looks at you with an endearing expression

You explain you’re mortal, something you never quite thought you’d have to do

And yet, the more you speak the more she connects the pieces of what could have been hints from long ago

She feels a little silly, but is quickly overwhelmed by the happiness and excitement upon remembering you saved her

Her knight in dark, shining armor, truly

[biolumien]

HELLO!! i dont normally send requests (up to a year in tumblr, i have only sent.. 2. including this one.) but i was wondering if you write platonic stuff? :') im deadly inlove with your works, never fails to disappoint huhuu and i adore them, and if you do, do you mind writing a hoshina x younger sibling reader? maybe they have a bad relationship with him and tries to make it up by joining the third division so that they could get closer, but he's just giving the cold shoulder and ignoring them. in the end the reader gets injured - hopefully this isn't too detailed!! i was also wondering if you take anons.. if you do - could i be 🐾 anon? mentioning this again but i seriously do love your works they're all so well written 🥹

notes: aaaa?!?!? im really honored that you decided to request something from me;; fun fact im actually an only child (lol) so i hope this is something you were looking for!! (i am still a bit sick >_<...

siblings, siblings...

soshiro hoshina & sibling!reader general description of injury and blood on your end. word count: 899

you and soshiro were never really close. as the youngest of the hoshina family and with the best unleashed combat power in guns, you were often lauded as the family’s best chance in the defense force—which put you at odds with soshiro’s utter lack of combat power in the firearms department. you’d tried to reach out—to talk, to do anything—but soichiro and soshiro never had time for you. 

or well, it seemed as if soshiro considered you his number one enemy. the antithesis of his existence—that by the fact you existed, it seemed as if he would be utterly worthless after all. 

when you transferred to the third division, you received no acknowledgement from soichiro or soshiro. 

“i trust you will lay your life down for the cause as effectively as you have in other divisions,” mina said to you on the day you were sworn in, your brother at her side. 

he didn’t look at you. 

“you have quite the impressive resume,” mina had said. “second and first division positions. an easy shoo-in for division leader right after gen narumi. what made you decide to enter the third division?” 

you’d swallowed, watching soshiro very pointedly not looking at you. 

“i… no reasons, in particular,” you’d lied. “just… um… curious in expanding my options. is all.” 

soshiro’s eyes had been cold. 

it was clear where the two of you stood, and soshiro wanted nothing to do with you, even if you’d basically demoted yourself from a cushy spot in the first division for it. the two of you rarely spoke—and if he ever acknowledged you at all, it was with one word responses or an affirmative, very stiff nod, as if it killed him utterly and completely to acknowledge you. 

were the two of you sweet once? had you run around the hoshina estate giggling once? had that been you?

…

would it ever be you again, even if it had? 

(you remember the taste of konpeito that soshiro would sneak you from soichiro’s collection of sweets, and he would raise a finger to his lips, telling you it was a secret.)

(but then why did you remember the feeling of asphalt against your feet on the days where soshiro seemed to forget to train as he dragged you towards the grass to play chase?)

(then why did you remember the times where you’d have a bad nightmare, but never felt brave enough to go to soichiro, so you’d always gone to soshiro instead? he’d laughed, cocky and brilliant even late at night and told you not to worry because he’d cut up your bad dreams. and you believed him, because he was your big brother and he’d never been wrong, never been cruel the way soichiro was to you and soshiro.)

why did you have to remember all of that?

you cough out a mouthful of blood. 

of course you only remember all of that right now as you bleed out. 

your eyes feel heavy.

what had the attack been, again? a yoju? a honju? you could’ve taken it down on your own, right? did it matter? your gun didn’t do anything—it couldn’t, laying uselessly on the ground next to you as you felt another choking mouthful of blood cloying against your lips. 

you want to scream. 

what was the point, you wanted to ask. what was the point of transferring if your brother wouldn’t acknowledge you—even though all you wanted to do was speak to him again? 

“don’t close your eyes.”

thank god you still have enough energy for your eyes to fly open, staring up at soshiro, who leaned down to haul you to your feet—but really he was putting most of your weight on him, your feet barely scraping the floor. 

“soshiro,” you rasp. “why?” 

“that’s what i should be asking you,” soshiro’s voice was still cold. distant, as he began walking you back towards the other troops—carefully, so as to not upset your wounds. “why did you transfer out of the first division? from what i heard, you were making quite the name for yourself out there. needed to steal my spotlight that badly?” 

“that’s not it,” you snap, wincing in pain. “i just wanted my brother back. is that so much to ask for? i figure it is, because you just randomly stopped talking to me for no goddamn reason!” 

you feel soshiro freeze up. 

“you wouldn’t get it.”

he sounds resentful. 

“fuck no i wouldn’t!” you say. “i don’t know what’s going on because you won’t tell me! but the only thing i do know is that i want to be able to talk to at least one of my big brothers that doesn’t treat me like shit! because as it stands right now, both of you do!” 

you gasp out in pain, coughing up another mouthful of blood. 

soshiro’s body is still tense, his hand tightening where it’s wrapped around your arm. 

“i’m—” soshiro mutters. “sorry. i—i just.” he laughs. “i’m a sorry excuse for an older brother, huh?” 

“you are,” you retort, and soshiro laughs again, and he sounds almost like he did when the two of you were younger. 

“let’s go home,” soshiro says after a moment, his voice less resentful now. 

you feel almost like a kid again in that moment, leaning on soshiro after you’d fallen during tag, having scraped your knee. 

“okay,” you wheeze out. “okay.” 

[princessbrunette]

last thought .. reader who is always baking sweets for rafe even though he’s always whining about how he needs to stay in shape and cant keep putting crappy shit into his body!! but she secretly does it because she loves being all over him after he increases his gym visits to work off all the sugar <33

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him dragging all his friends into the kitchen padding up behind you whilst you make dinner or something like “did you make anymore of those fuckin’… uh… those little pastry things? want the boys to try ‘em.” and you’re just so proud like omg u liked them that much <333

[seoktized]

teehee hello (im the anon who made the sensitive neck gyu ask for tea </3) but anywho im here to HOPEFULLY deliver something awesome you can write about !! (which includes me thinking that gyuvin is really into dry humping.) i feel like he wouldnt be able to figure out if he'd wanna cum in you or his pants due to the overloading pleasure he doesnt wanna lose </3 im also here to request if i can be 🐾 here too ??

AHHH i love you for that ask you sent tea.. i was literally talking abt how i wanted to mark his neck up LOLOL but ofc you can be 🐾 anon!!! welcome love <33

dry humping while making out.. gyuvin has his hands on your hips slowly guiding them as he grinds up into you. baby is moaning and whining against your lips cause it feels so good but he doesn’t wanna cum yet.

“fu-fuck baby, wait- don’t wanna cum y-yet-!” he says breathlessly. you’re lost in your own pleasure, desperately trying to move your hips against his clothed cock.

gyuvin caves a bit when he sees you pouting and trying to reach your high. “feels good, gyuv,” you moan, grasping at his t-shirt as his hands start to help you move your hips again. “i know, baby. i know. but, fuck- i wanna cum inside you-” he whines.

gyuvin drinks up your moans as you shake against him, riding out your high while he continues to roll his hips trying to reach his own peak. “fuck, haah, gonna cum-!” he groans before he spills into his pants, a wet spot quickly forming on his jeans. <3

[coeurify]

idk if you’re comfortable with writing this (it’s okay if not no worries!) but gunplay w abby who forces you to suck the barrel and threatens to fuck you/shoot you with it if you don’t do a good enough job 🫣

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okkk so i changed it a bit but its still pistol sucking hehe!

warnings 18+ , dom/sub dynamic, the use of “dumb” and calling reader stupid, pistol sucking, i guess you could say fear play. reader is into how dangerous it is basically.

<3__ <3 __ <3 __ <3 __ <3 __ <3

The very first sensation you could pick out behind the black of your tightly closed eyes was something cool against your cheek. Something that pressed into the plush skin, drawing a sharp intake of air from your shaking lips. A disapproving tsk came next, escaping into the stuffy air of the room above you.

She was always above you.

As you shifted your knees, the flesh burned against the ragged carpet, the scratchy green material itching over your raw, bruised knees. The familiarity of being beneath her was unsurprising in this moment, even comforting.

What was surprising was the cool feeling, a chill sweeping through your body. Your eyes squeezed even further, bursts of color confined behind you shut lids as you tried to figure out what the shape was.

Round maybe? A frigid, rounded tip delicately traced beneath your chin, coaxing it upward.

“Open your eyes baby,” the voice gently commanded. It sent a warm rush through your spine, insides liquidly at the croon of Abby’s voice. Her voice that was always syrupy sweet to your pliant, submission-tinted brain– no matter how fucked up the situatuon may be. A moth to a fucking flame, your eyes blinked open, vision blurry as your face tolted more, the unmistakable shape of the blonde coming to view as your pupils adjusted to the light.

You knew why you were here. Why you had been shoved to your knees the moment you and Abby stumbled upon this rundown hotel. No resistance surfaced as her firm grip shoved you through the door, her voice, your siren song, falling silent only after demanding you to close your eyes.

You cant pinpoint how long you stayed like that, palms damp against your knees, eyelashes delicately grazing your undereyes, keeping them shut obediently.

“Do you know what’s under your chin?” Abby hummed, crouching down to your level, one strand of soft blonde hair falling in front of her face, her shoes squeaking softly as they bent to conform to her position.

One hand, the hand holding whatever object was pressing painfully under your chin, twisting as a tongue poked its way out from her lips, cerulean eyes blown out as her gaze falls downward.

“N-no,” you exhaled, fingers digging into the denim of your jeans, ignoring the heat that grew between your legs as Abby stared at you, eyebrows narrowed, tension etched on her face.

You’d really fucked up.

“Use your eyes, you're smart enough to do that, arent you?” the blonde taunted, casually flicking her wrist to press the object against you again.

You knew you deserved this, hell– you wanted this.

Hesitating, you shifted your head away from it’s position, chin dipping down in sync with your eyes, blinking rapidly as Abby’s pistol came into view. Of course.

“It’s your gun, abs,” you reply a moment later, lowering your voice to be as soft as possible, looking up through your eyelashes, acting on your best behavior, desperate to weaken Abby’s resolve.

But Abby was a stubborn girl, one who stook to her word, her decisions. Her punishments.

“Maybe she does have a brain up there after all,” Abby mocks, the pistol's barrel tracing the line of your neck as you swallow audibly. “Why do you think i’m holding my pistol, doll?”

“Dunno,” you mutter, a tiny knot forming in your tummy as Abby’s eyes flit to yours again, darkened under the dwindling light filtering through the boarded windows.

“You dunno?” the blonde repeats, licking over her lips again as an exasperated scoff falls from them. You only answer with a small shake of your head.

But you did know. You had made a dumb decision with that gun. Put yourself in danger, put Abby in danger.

It was a moment of misplaced confidence, when your body was squished against your girlfriend in a tight hallway in the city, her ragged breaths pressing into your ear as she gripped you close, waiting for the clicker to pass as silently as she could. The building was packed, a basement door opened sometime the night before likely– spilling a horde of new infected into a building that was usually deemed clear on patrols.

You just wanted to prove something. That was why you swiped the pistol from Abby’s waist, why you shoved it in your own pocket sneakily as Abby dealt with the clicker, motioning you to follow as you continued down the building.

You just wanted to get that rush.

“You are so fucking cocky, you know that?” Abby asks, the opening of the metal trailing up your cheek again until it taps against your temple. “Or maybe you're just dumb, huh?”

You shake your head rapidly. “Just wanted to help, abs.”

Help by going down the opposite way than abby in than building. Help by fiddling with the gun you barely knew how to use when a runner caught your attention. You were just trying to help when you stepped on a can, two runners flicking their heads up your way as you shakily tried to point the gun at one.

But you hadn't helped. Not when you had to scream Abby’s name after only getting one runner down, another grabbing at your arm as you tried to take off.

Your help was just another fucking issue as Abby had to save your ass.

“Help?”

You nod again.

“You think stealing my things, almost getting yourself killed, is helping?” she asked, her tone proving just how ridiculous she found you. You barely knew how to fucking work her fucking pistol, let alone go off alone on a patrol.

“I’m sorry Abby,” you whimper, knees grazing the carpet as you fidget, your heart racing with each gentle tap of the gun against your temple. “I was being stupid. M’sorry,” you admit, meeting her blue eyes.

“You think you're a strong girl, hm? Think you can go fight on your own? That you can steal my shit?” Your lip quivers, finding refuge between your teeth, a fiery swirl rising in your stomach as the pistol nudges your cheeks, Abby chuckling as she pokes at the fat there again.

There’s no way to escape the uncomfoftable roll of your hips down into the ground after the sound, how fucking condesending Abby sounded as she had a gun against your face. A surge of pure need intensifies, your poor core searching for relief from the tension.

“And look at t-that, youre fucking into it too?” your girlfriend sounds absolutely astonished by your reaction, and even if you know it's all a show to further that feeling of shame rising in your body, you still whine in denial.

“Do y’have a death wish or something?” she asks, “first you try and use this without a clue in the world of if it was even loaded, and now you're getting off on geting threatened with it?”

“No,” you deny, but you know your panties, which stick against your pooling cunt would tell another story.

Abby shakes her head, almost in disbelief as the very tip of the gun finds your lips. You hold your breath, gaze following hers.

“Dumb fuckin’ girl,” the blonde mutters, pressing the gun hard enough to part your lips, the cool metal pressing against the white of your teeth, a shiver wracking through your body at the feel of it.

“My dumb fuckin’ girl,” Abby amends, inhaling sharply as you relent, allowing the barrel to slide past the plush, wet warmth just slightly.

“You like this gun so much, the least you could do is clean it then, yea?” she muttered, and you dont mistake the slight hitch in her tone. You don’t miss how her position shifts to also kneel, yet still somehow looking down at you.

You open your mouth wider, her grip on the gun handle so firm it feels like it might crack, as she gradually lowers the barrel into your mouth.

Your heart pounds beneath your ribcage, your tongue exploring the cold metal, tracing the divots and intricate details. Abby had already cleaned it, you knew that, but she still pushed it further in your waiting mouth, a powertrip building behind her hazy eyes.

“There you go,” she whispered, “Aah,” her own lips parting, her chin tilting up as she eases the barrel further in, now resting against your tongue.

“just like that– sure you remember how to do this, hm? Taught you well with my cock, right?”

You nod, eyes flashing quick memories of your mouth around her strap. Abby was met with a soft suckling noise, her dilated pupils darting swiftly as the metal disappeared between your lips, hand softly, deliberately thrusting the barrel in and out.

You hadn't expected the motion at first, gargling gently as you adjusted to the cold feeling on the inside of your mouth, teeth scraping the barrel slightly as you sucked like it really was her cock, hollowing your cheeks, head moving in tandem with Abby’s slow movements.

It was fucking filthy.

Abby’s free thumb moves to your chin, swiping at a bead of shiny drool that dripped from the corner of your mouth, “You ever gonna do somethin’ so dumb again?”

Shaking your head, you feel the weighty tip against the back of your tongue, and you fight the instinct to gag around the metal. Blue eyes watch intently as the slow back and forth motion continued, your mouth pooling with more spit as you took the round shape as best you could, eyes straining to keep contact with Abby’s gaze.

“You ever gonna put your life in danger like that again?” Abby continued, voice dripping with that delicious sternness you seeked, that you craved. She savored the surprised and soft gag that came when she shoved the gun a little harder.

You throbbed at the feeling, at how her lips hardened into a line as you licked around the base of the gun, a new rush of wetnees ruining your panties as your thighs squeeze impossibly closer.

This shouldn’t have you so turned on by something that could so easily kill you being shoved in your mouth, dipped in and out like some toy for your girlfriend’s own pleasure. But it did. It had you drenched between your legs, heart beating as loudly as the blood that pumped in your ears.

A quick and obvious shake of your head follows the second question, and Abby pauses her movement, letting it still heavily against your warm, wet tongue.

“I could fucking kill you,” Abby admits, eyes falling to where you rub your thighs together, seeking friction. “You know that?”

But she wouldn't. Abby would never *really* hurt you, you know that. With one more soft thrust into your mouth, the end of the barrel is almost right there— flush against your face as she holds it. Abby watches your hands scramble to grip at something, throat constricting to keep a gag from rising in your throat.

“There ya’ go, gag on it,” she grits, watching as more drool seeps between the stretched corners of your mouth, only relenting when she sees tears prick the corner of your eyes.

“So damn dumb,” she huffed, the pistol slowly falling from your lips– a long string of drool connecting the metal to your gaped mouth before your tongue could swipe the string away, clamping your mouth shut after you choke out a quick, “m’sorry, m’sorry.”

Abby wiped the pistol against her pants as she stood, backing up until her ass found the bed, her legs spreading, pistol placed next to her. You watched, eyes lidded as you stayed glued to the floor, watching as her large hand patted against her thigh before trailing to her pant’s button, long fingers hooking around it, her own cunt aching under her boxers.

“Come show me how sorry you are.”

[teaxeee]

okay but gyuvin with a sensitive neck. (ESPECIALLY THE BACK) like hear me out please </3

also if i can, can i be 🐾 anon ??

Of course! Welcome 🐾 anon! But damn I am hearing you out 👁️👁️

Gyuvin having a sensitive neck would be something to your advantage. Like whenever you have your hand on his neck and kissing him while sitting on his lap it would melt him so bad. But if you moved your hand to the back of his neck and grip it even a tiny bit he's gonna start whining to the point he has to pull away from the kiss, his lips swollen and covered with saliva due to how much you both kissed and his cheeks flush while he lets out small whimpers? DNKSKG SIGN ME TF UP!

It would be useful 100% when he's between your legs and eating you out, his pretty lips latched onto your clit as he sucks it into his mouth while gripping your thighs with his hands, keeping them spread open for him. He would get so lost from how good your pussy tastes to him that he overstimulates you on accident, and the only way to get him to stop is by having your hand on the back of his neck and tug on the hairs behind! It always gets him to pull away and whine like he's deprived of your juices, his eyes half-lidded and his mouth slightly open, making him appear even more pussy drunk than he seems <3

[gashotbox]

smoking weed really loosens up my guts,, i just want to be in someone’s lap, taking bong hits, ripping progressively wetter and louder and beefier farts as i keep smoking bowls. until i cant help but grunt and rub my ass against their lap as its a particularly rough hit and i cant help but rip wet sharts until liquid shit starts to seep through my pants onto the other person <3 -🐾

this having me drooling. fuuckkk having you on my lap.. watching your eyes glaze over as i bounce you on my knee and u blast out fart after fart without a care in the world - high as a kite. the gas getting wetter n wetter.... patch in the back of ur pants growing dark damp n sweaty before a massive sharts start bubbling out your hole and into your underwear. rocking you in my lap as shit burbles up the hem of your bottoms and into my lap. uh huh

[spirit-lanterns]

Android Natasha taking care of Engineer Reader honestly gives me the vibe of her being Baymax from Big Hero Six so I'll imagine her like a big fluffy and soft robot for Reader to hug

🐾

Hehehe Baymax Natasha 🤭

Imagine how big and puffy she is as she lifts you up and envelops you in her warmth when she detects your body temperature is too low. Honestly, she probably is the equivalent of Baymax like how Stelle is Wall-E, so she can do all the things that Baymax does (and maybe more)

Imagine her acting as huge heating bed for the Engineer to snuggle up to when she’s tired and cold from working in her lab all day. Or the Engineer accidentally injuring herself in an experiment and Natasha going “on a scale of 1-10, how would you rate your pain?” With the most blank expression ever while the Engineer tries her best not to scream.

Ahhhh Android! Natasha would be so cute as Baymax! But maybe not as clueless as him as she is more aware of certain situations and is able to handle them accordingly. Also I imagine that the Engineer programs Natasha to not only be a healthcare robot, but to also be a battle robot because she can wield a bazooka.

[luvkuvi]

Guys >:(( I’m obviously ryuu’s favorite because I was nice and didnt Say stuff like “dying for 7 months ago” /nm /lh /t

🐾anon

OFC UR MY FAVE 🐾 NONNIE <3 u were my first anons and was nice to me coming back unlike some of yall smh/nm /j

[rodolfoparras]

SCREAMING at those photos ur reposting bc ?! you talking to price about nudes and hes like . idk unsure about it and then youre away and hes like … well no time like the present! sending a nude that isnt showing anything but his big, hairy body and waiting sooo nonchalantly (hes so nervous) idk my brain is braining - 🐾

When Price sees the type of effect he has on you, he starts sending them so often: during breaks, while away on long missions, even when the two of you are out with the rest of 141 he’ll sneak away to the bathroom stall just to send you a picture that will more than likely rile you up

Eventually it progresses into videos. This one he really wasn’t a big fan of at first because he doesn’t like hearing his voice on videos and he certainly doesn’t know how to work his phone while getting off but he just can’t stop thinking about it and one day he finally decides to go for it

The camera work is shaky, and most of the time he’s got the lens accidentally covered up but what matters the most is how clearly you can hear his voice through the recording; small whines escaping his lips as he strokes his dick, whines that only grow louder and mingle with the sound of skin slapping as he inches closer to his release, many times he’ll accidentally stop the recording so he has to send you multiple of them in one go and at one point you just have a clip of him going “please please please,” before he cums on video

[sea-lanterns]

(In contrast to what Signora anon said)

Now imagine Arlecchino jealous and worried for the Empress. She cannot bear the thought of fighting even the Tsaritsa to win your heart, nu uh, she won't have that

If it's just some paper business you'll be found inside Arle's office in her lap buried in her coat (imagine that you're enough small compared to her so shell rest her head on top of yours🥺). You don't even have to worry about leaving your warm spot neither for a second: want some water? There's already a bottle with two glasses on the table. Hungry? She got yourself your favorite snack previously prepared (what a caring husband right? 🥰)

If she has to go out however she will leave you her coat and when she comes back she expect to see you in it (otherwise you'll be getting a grumpy pookie bear so I warmly suggest you to keep it on👀)

🐾

Awwww we made the Pookie Wookie Bear jealous 🥺

Arlecchino comes back from her duties and is like “where’s my Empress?” Only for Signora to open up her coat and reveal the Empress all snug and warm while cuddled up to the fair lady. Oh, you bet Arle is going to be upset. She won’t really show it, but she gently tugs you away from her coworker and stuffs you in her coat instead, shuffling away with her Empress like she was a toy being fought over.

After that, Arlecchino does everything in her power to be the best husband she can be during your stay. She’s always keeping you in her lap or snuggled up against her, feeding you your favorite foods and drinks while she works to ensure you don’t get bored. Heck, whenever the other female Harbingers or god, even the Tsaritsa ask to coddle you for themselves, Arlecchino just shuffles away with you in her grasp, pretending she didn’t hear them 😭😭

Poor Pookie Wookie Bear. She thought traveling to Snezhnaya without the other courtesans would get her some alone time with her love, but unfortunately for her, it seems her coworkers have taken a liking to you too :(

Gib her kiss. She is trying to be a good hubby.

[muffinsin]

hi hello hola bonjour aloha 😵😵😵😵

OKOKOK SOOOOOOO ........ i know this request is weird BUUUUTTTT could u maybe possibly do the dimitrescus being with someone (as in, having an s/o) thats a humanoid arachnid??? If im spelling that correctly? rahhh idk

like, imagine those spider-people with like, agile spider legs on their back, sharp fangs, multiple, red/purple/gray eyes, dark fluffy hair, red/purple/other markings, etc etc. I think it would be funny since theyre literally flies dating a spider .. which eats flies

u can use doctor octavius as reference for the spider leg placement if u didnt understand, or like, angel dust??? Its up to ur interpertation, really, but id prefer if they did have normal human legs .. and features .. since a giant spider with a human head feels unnatural .. giggle, giggle

AS ALWAYS!!! take care!!!!!! Make sure to take breaks inbetween requests!!!!!

WITH MUCH LOVE AND LESBIANISM 😈😈😈😈 (the gayness directed at the dimitrescus .. not u, becauze .. i dunno u .. and thats weird)

-- 🐾🧃, AKA JUNGLE JUICE 👽👽👽

Piece out! (Not peace, i require violence)

Hell yeah!!🙌 Funnily enough, I think there was once talk of an arachnoid reader on this blog, but the idea got lost somewhere. I’m happy to dive back into it now!👀 Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

What started out as a sudden introduction in the forest, soon became more

Back then already, Bela was- unsurprisingly- intrigued by you

After all, your appearance alone is enough to make most double check whether they saw right

And she was certainly no better

Though, at the very least you did the same then, not quite believing you ran into one of the infamous Dimitrescu daughters

During your first interaction, time almost stood still as the two of you inspected one another-

you, standing in place when you ran just moments ago,

Bela, stilled with her sickle held in her hand, as though frozen like a deer in the headlights upon running across you

- it was a cute moment, even, in itself. Both of you, stunned by each other

Where you saw a pair of strong, piercing golden eyes, she saw multiple pairs of eyes

You watched then as she studied them almost, her own flickering across your face

The two eyes at the center of your face, human-looking in every aspect but their colour

A dark grey, she originally thought

In time, she would find and adore the specks of red and purple in them, only found upon closer inspection. But more of that later

Then, more eyes, stretching across the side of your forehead almost

5 of them, some more slit than others, some smaller, some larger

She shivered at the sight, but even you saw the curiosity shimmer within her back then already

It was clear to both of you that neither was mortal. Not entirely so, at least

Where you saw her regal, almost gothic and Victorian dress and the sickle, she spotted torn clothing

A villager, or at the very least that’s what you used to be

Only was your clothing torn and almost webbed shut again, the strings keeping your cloths together so fine they couldn’t possibly be any fabric or wool

While her fingers held the sickle tight, your long ones moved slightly, as if restless

More things were apparent immediately, such as,

Your long, strong legs allowing you to stand tall, nearly the same as Bela

Something unusual, certainly

And then, of course, the other pair

The strong, somewhat thin pair of arms or legs- Bela could never quite tell- sprouting from your back

The fuzzy, dark hair falling down your shoulders and back, a little too untrimmed, a little too wild for even the villagers’ standards

And the strange marks stretching across your bare arms

Neither of you attacked one another, then

In fact, neither of you moved, until the sounds of the angry mob of villagers faded away

You don’t entirely remember most of what happened after, only remember begging her to take you with her

Despite its reputation, you knew working and living at the castle must be better than starving out at the forest

And, holding the same curiosity in her tone, she agreed and took you in

Only were you no mere staff member, dusting this and that

You were Bela’s favorite

And everyone knew

You worked for her only, didn’t take orders from even the head maiden

The two of you spent more and more time together, chatting and sharing bits and pieces of yourselves

Your- nature- certainly made your work more challenging and fun

As such, at times, you would hold onto the walls with the limbs stemming from your back and climb high to the ceiling to dust even the top of the shelves

Often- surprisingly often given how busy she was- Bela opted to join you

Not in cleaning, of course. You’re sure she thinks it’s below her

Instead, she’d often- and still does- swarm halfway, as if sleeping on an invisible mattress in the air

She’d watch you work, talk occasionally

At other times, she’d trace your limbs gently when no words were exchanged

And, unsurprisingly, the ever growing bond and fondness between the two of you leads to something more

While Bela was the first to initiate things, you proudly claimed the first kiss from her

Upon being in a relationship, she found out more about you still

Like the sharp fangs in your mouth, which she loves to trace and feel dig into her skin

She loves the webs you spin, her fingertips occasionally dragging against the light silk

Sometimes, a fly of hers gets stuck

That, she loves less

And still, you always take care of the little insects, ensuring they won’t be trapped in some of the smaller webs you leave

At times, you quite intentionally web her, your spidery silk-like web trapping her arms above her head, her body fondled by the many limbs you possess….

Alas, we’re trailing off, but of course, your nature, body, and abilities are appreciated in all aspects

The bedroom being one of them, too

Though, Bela loves nothing more than cuddling up together, too

Especially when held in your arms, all of them wrapped tightly around her

It’s perfect to her, and often a blanket or two will be thrown in the mix in winter

Once, you suggested wrapping her up in your webs to keep her warm, which she quickly shut down

You learn, she doesn’t like feeling like prey, dislikes the feeling of being stuck like…well, a fly in a web

Speaking of, insects are strictly off the menu for you

That doesn’t mean she doesn’t encourage you to hunt, though

Often, you spin your webs at the forest surrounding the castle, hoping to bring back a catch that might earn you the favor of her younger sisters and mother

At other times, Bela all but swoons when you trap a particularly delicious maid and deliver her to her as a snack

Still, there is one thing that amuses you to no end…

She loved you, wholeheartedly. And she loved your arachnoid nature, too. She loves every bit of you

So you can’t explain to yourself why your partner is so terribly scared of spiders

The small critters truly do a number on her, prompting screams and shrill squeals, shivers and so on

Always, you ensure there are no spiders in the castle. No webs but your own

…Your lovely girlfriend and her sisters, suffering from arachnophobia

The thought always makes you giggle

Cassandra

Looking back, you can hardly believe your luck

Not only did you survive Mother Miranda’s experimenting, the depths of the village, the infamous basement of castle Dimitrescu and its residents, but also wooed one of them

Having Cassandra sleeping soundly on top of you, your limbs wrapped around her, you allow yourself to think of how you first met

Her eyes, a dark golden light in the dark, piercing you the very same day you were sent to the castle basements

And it seems, you awakened curiosity within the sadist

Of course, a being like you would

Something so rare, someone so unique

While you were originally made to be her newest plaything, a failed experiment handed over, Cassandra had no interest in killing you

Not that this stopped her light torture

Though, looking back, you can’t help but giggle. Even then she showed you affection in her twisted ways

Like when she’d stroke a dagger along your limbs, the touch strong and grounding, her breath fast

She has always been so very curious about you

Your eyes are her favorite part of you

She loves how unsettling they look

Sometimes, she whines; she wants to pluck them from you so very badly, to hold and kiss, to preserve and carry with her always

You have learned to understand and love her twisted affection, her rough words and the gentle, almost romantic meaning behind them

While you could easily get lost in her dark golden eyes, the same goes for her and your eyes

Sometimes, she likes to just stare at them when you cuddle, her eyes desperately trying to meet all of yours

It’s an admittedly adorable sight

And even during your first introduction, when she had grabbed your face harshly, she easily got lost in your eyes

While originally chained to the moldy wall of the basement, you’re upgraded fast

You become her obsession, her pet, her favorite horror in the castle

An honor, really

You know when she calls you her horror, it’s the most romantic thing she can express with words

She loves every part of you, too

Early on already she experiments with you, your cooperative nature catching her slightly by surprise

As such, when she lifted and prodded, cut and sniffed and what not, you always took it as an opportunity to talk to her

Early on, you find out more and more of Cassandra

Later, you learn she often rambles mindlessly when utterly absorbed in her experiments, games, and torture

As such, early on already, you listened as she rambled about her sisters and her hunts

Your presence was always a refreshing one, really

Cassandra is bold

As such, when she noticed just that, and how much she had grown to care for “her experiment”, you were moved from the basement

Quickly, your relationship turned from one of a captive and their tormentor to desire

She clearly desired you, her breaths ragged around you, her heart beating fast, her lip bit, her hands touching up on your limbs eagerly

And you had no reason to hide your attraction, in turn

To this day, you like experimenting with her

In a way, it’s allowing her to get to know you more

Often, her experiments mean working out new techniques to spin webs

At other times, she wants to see how precisely you can control the limbs stemming from your back

With a nice routine of spending nearly every day together, it’s no surprise when you eventually made a move on her

One Cassandra eagerly accepted and returned

She isn’t one for terms, and has never been. You’ve never been her prisoner. Never her friend. Never her partner

Always, you are what she feels

You’re her love, her passion, her horror, her excitement, her desire, her sadism

Due to this, there has hardly been a change after you’ve asked her to be your girlfriend. To her, you’ve always been what you are to her

You’re her partner, despite how she doesn’t like naming what you have

Her favorite couple activity is spending quality time together

She loves to hunt together

Her favorite game?

To chase prey into your web

She laughs loudly when it happens, her pupils wide, her hands twitching

If you ate humans and raw meat as she does, she would grant you the first bite, sometimes

As such, she likes to watch you wrap her prey up and carry it home for her

Her second favorite activity is to experiment with you, and do art together

She likes it particularly much when you spin a web and allow her to direct you, the silky threads assuming a shape to her liking

As it comes to experimenting, she finds it particularly fun when the two of you get to chat, one of your limbs holding onto her or handing her tools

The others are usually made to hold down whatever poor soul has caught her eye and is now to die

But really, her bright smile and manic crackle of laughter seems to make all your remaining morals drip away

Other things she loves is to use your webs to create obstacles when she trains

She knows she can’t achieve Daniela’s speed and precision as it comes to flying and the swarm, but likes to practice either way

And you like to help her by putting webs in her way

Only sometimes does she get stuck, growling and grumbling to you and herself when she’s…well…a fly in the spider’s web

Oddly enough, this doesn’t bother her, yet when even the smallest little spider is near her, she freaks out

Usually, that means you get to flick it away, hunting it down and only granted a rest when you present your love with the creature’s body as proof of its passing

You shake your head, smiling fondly at this, before returning to stroking your long fingers through dark hair. Less thick, more combed and cleaner looking, yet nearly matching yours in color

She hums in her sleep. You know, she will awaken soon, ready to hunt or plead with you to please play with the maids with her

It’s so very fun to see them stumble and cry in the webs, she insists

Daniela

To say Daniela was intrigued by you at first sight would be a vast understatement

Obsessed, more like it

Having been dragged to a lord’s meeting after countless experiments done by Mother Miranda, it’s the first and ideal opportunity to meet everyone

Including the stunning woman by the tall lady’s side

Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters, you learn

Daniela’s eyes are on you the instant you’re revealed to the lords

Gold with specks of green, piercing and curious, obsessed and eager

They flicker across you, your face and body, until they move back and flicker across your face, seemingly searching for eye contact

Eye contact, which proves difficult with the many sets of eyes you have

Oh, but she immediately gets lost in them

You flinch in surprise when she moves, fast, uncaring of the audience the two of you have

She’s pushed against you in an instant, her hands cupping your cheeks

Her skin is nearly as cold as yours, her palms cool as ice

She studies your eyes intensely

While she finds specks of red and purple, you find light shades of green hidden within the pools of gold of her eyes

Both of you immediately seem to fall in love with the sights presented to you

While you’re introduced as nothing but a failed experiment, Daniela immediately sees more in you

She begs, out loud as though she has no shame-

and maybe she doesn’t

- and she pleads:

“Mother, I must have them, please!”

And, you learn early on, Alcina Dimitrescu seems incapable of denying her youngest any wish she has

And in turn, it seems Mother Miranda has difficulty denying Alcina

As such, you’re handed over promptly, officially made Daniela’s property

She’d scoff at the title. You’re hers, though

You’ll be her best friend! Her love! Her soulmate!

She’s not wrong, at the end

For the first time in your life maybe, you feel free, even as you officially “belong to her”

You receive your own wing, even, though it’s near her own

You’re a little surprised at this, though now know that you’re given the entire wing by Alcina Dimitrescu to ensure no intruders would past the deadly webs and manage to find the precious youngest daughter

You’re quite proud of that, too

You like knowing you’re what stands between Daniela and any potentially dangerous intruders

You like knowing your webs will catch them should they sneak where they shouldn’t be

The only things she asks for are honesty, affection, genuine interest and respect

Things you’re eager to give her

In return, you receive time and space, love and affection, honesty and eagerness, care and happiness

While the two of you seem to start out as friends, more builds up between you fast

Daniela, bold as she is, is the first to initiate things, to steal looks and kisses, lingering touches and more

You eagerly give in, and the two of you become impossibly close

As such, you often sleep with her curled in your arms, your arms and legs wrapped around her, your limbs keeping her pressed close to you

She loves cuddling, loves holding your hands while your other limbs are wrapped around her

At other times, she likes to fight for fun with you

It’s a game to her, to evade your webs and limbs, to tackle them only to be smacked away by one of the long, strong limbs stemming from your back

Sometimes- usually- she wins

At other times, she ends up webbed by you, giggling when you make use of the opportunity to place small kisses all over her face

When she hunts on her own, she often takes you with her

She likes to race you, seemingly ignoring that your strength is not your speed, but the tactics and strategic placement of your webs

In the end, she likes to compare who captured the most prey

Often, it’s you, due to the many small animals getting lost in the webs

Though, she usually claims the larger and faster victims

Afterwards, she likes to indulge in snacks with you, often stroking along one of your limbs absently

When you’re spinning your webs, she likes to stay close and watch, occasionally freaking out when bits of her get stuck

She’s whining and snarling then, unable to free herself until you cut the webs loose and tug them from her

Despite liking your webs and being in your arms, Daniela doesn’t enjoy the feeling of being stuck in your webs

Too often has she lost herself as a fly in some spider’s web…

[softpawpup]

goat regressor items !!

bells

rocks

newspaper

flowercrowns

four leaf clovers

daisies

fleece sweaters and blankets

tippy tappy shoes

popsicle sticks