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muffinsin · 1 month ago

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hiya muffin!

i was wondering, if you havent done this prompt before, you would write something about the dimitrescus dating a strongwoman-type reader? Like, big, tall, throw-you-over-her-shoulder typa gal. If you dont write specific genders thats fine too ‼️‼️ Im just very self-indulgent, as someone whos RE8 oc is built like a TANK. 😓

thank you for your time. Stay peachy! 👽

Oh? Absolutely!👀👀! I write for female and neutral readers, so you’re all good! :) I think I’ll have to check out your OC sometime then! Very much of a fan of..buff…women…😋

Kept a lot of littler HCs in these to add a bit variety to it!🙇‍♀️👀

Let’s get into it :)

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Bela

With Bela by your side, it becomes very clear that there are two types of physical strength in people at the castle

The type you possess

And the type she wields

Her, wielding unnatural strength gifted by the cadou infecting her

And still, physically speaking, Bela is rather petite, with no visible muscles, only soft skin and an overall rather skinny build, little body fat or muscles seen

You, on the other hand, are almost a direct opposite to this

While being incredibly strong for someone from the remote village, you certainly also look it, unlike your girlfriend

And poor Bela just about melts at this

Feeling your strength and seeing the muscles proving it are incredible exciting to her

She likes to cling onto your arms when you walk

When you suddenly flex them, you often manage to pull a gasp from her

Unfortunately, she manages to stay quiet sometimes, only straightening up adorably and holding on a little tighter

When you cuddle, Bela loves to be held by you, to feel your frame against hers, to hide away from her responsibilities for just a little while

While she won’t ever admit it, she feels so safe around you, extra much so due to your height and strength

Somehow, it helps her feel almost small, looked after

A break from being the coolheaded heiress. The cunning huntress. The eldest sister forced to manage her younger sisters day after day

A break from being the strong one, the responsible one

Simply to be Bela, Bela, who is wrapped up in your arms, held tight, comforted

Often she will hold onto your strong shoulders then, or wrap herself around your upper body all together

Of course your girlfriend enjoys different portrays of your strength, too

When you occasionally quite literally pick her up, you always bring a squeak from her thick lips

Always, without fail. You love it

No matter how long she’s with you, she will never get used to that

You wouldn’t think she is used to it, her tall physique and overall cannibalistic and dangerous nature not quite- well- inviting one to pick her up like she weighs nothing

Funnily enough, you find Bela does weigh very little, being made of a swarm of flies

She’ll hold onto you tight, blush adorably as she’s carried

When she feels particularly comfortable, perhaps even somewhat carefree, she’ll giggle when you pick her up

Often, you find yourself picking her up and slinging her over your shoulder when she overworks herself yet again

She’s whine and giggle, insist she has things to get done

Both of you know it’s a losing battle anyway, for she too craves the comfort you offer her

Another time you display your strength is by purposefully showing off

Such as when she looks around her room for her sickle, usually whenever some foolish maid dared “clean” her perfectly organized room or one of her sisters went through it to find something

You like displaying your strenght by easily picking some of the furniture or items up for her as you help her look

When feeling playful, you pick her up entirely, drawing giggles from her when you claim “nope, not under here!”

You’re happy you’re one of the rare people to make her laugh

Cassandra

Cassandra is considered the strongest individual at the castle, and has been for a long time

Well, aside Alcina, that is

Still, she takes pride in being the strongest among her sisters, the most efficient killer and huntress

You don’t change this, necessarily

But, you easily become one of the, if not the strongest mortals at the castle

And as such, with your height and strength, you stand out

In the beginning, you think Cassandra must hate you

She bothers you each day, digs her nails into you and scratches, bites and giggles your ears off

She’s a nuisance, even reduces the time spent in her precious torture chambers if only to annoy you a little more

Soon, you find out;

No, she does not hate you

In fact, it couldn’t be any more wrong to assume so

No, strong, evil, sadistic Cassie has a crush

Someone to match her, perhaps?

She’s excited at the thought

She tests you, you find soon, seeing just how much she can toy with you before you snap

Ever trying to fluster you with hot, open mouthed bites along your skin and back, you eventually think to even the field

Now, acting against Cassandra can certainly to a quick death sentence and a drawn out, torturous death below the castle grounds

Alas, you know: Cassandra is playing a game

She wants you to join in, to receprocate

Bored of the average staff members surrounding you, the playful brat wants a challenge

One only you can give her

So, the next time she gets near, trails her sharp fingernails along your arms and moves in to bite yet again, you strike

“EAA!”

You didn’t think you could make the fear-inspiring, brutal, nightmarish Cassandra Dimitrescu squeak, but find it’s an utterly adorable sound

Thrown over your shoulder easily, Cassandra hammers with closed fists against your back, squirming and kicking to be let down again

You deny her this

After all, if she truly wanted it, she would free herself from your grasp

You’ve seen it a hundred times before, how she slips from intruders and predators by turning into a deadly swarm of flies piercing its skin

Or her pool of strength, even, which she doesn’t seem to even dip into as she hammers her fists weakly against your back, careful she doesn’t cause any serious damage

It’s a game of play-pretend, her protests loud while a large smile is on her face

You dare interact with her, even dare to push and pull playfully. You indulge her

She likes you

Over the course of weeks, she keeps on doing the same, biting and teasing you only to end up surprised when you push back, grabbing her and throwing her light, but muscular body across your shoulder or holding her and carrying her by your hip as you work

The two of you enjoy your game, the playful bickering, the little wounds inflicted that you know she loves to see on your skin

Soon, she makes the first step, once at last swarming from your grasp to plant her lips against yours

Eager, you reciprocated, not about to let the opportunity pass

Neither of you feel the need to take your time, and quickly a kiss blooms into a relationship of playfulness, affection, pain and pleasures

You find, she enjoys how you catch her off guard when she’s about to fight you and is thrown over your shoulder easily

Even if it does earn you a few bites along your back

While she never quite uses her full strength on you, knowing it would shatter your bones and tear your skin like paper, she does like to bite and scratch, giggling when you reach up to smack her ass or tighten your grip in her as pain rushes through you

This aside, you find she enjoys a show of your strength even much behind closed doors

When you’re wrapped up in one another, she too likes to give you a display of her strenght, laughing in delight as both of you struggle to keep the other down

And lastly, in softer moments, she likes to be curled up on top of you like an overgrown cat, her flies buzzing calmly with your strong arms around her

While having a few muscles herself, she’s still somewhat petite compared to you, her body strong, but unable to sport too many muscles due to her biology

You find, she likes touching up your arms even more due to this, remanding head scratches with one hand while her teeth sink into the arm of the other

Daniela

When seeing you for the first time, Daniela just about throws herself at you

Never has she seen anyone with your physique, finding mostly weak maidens working at the castle whereas anyone of ample strength is often sent to work for Lord Heisenberg or Moreau

You chose the castle, instead

On your first day you encounter the woman already

Daniela’s swarm is all around you, her upper body formed just so she can trail her fingertips up your chest and to your shoulder

“Aren’t you a delicious thing”, she coos, her lips parted, her eyes set on you

She looks ready to eat you, no, not only ready, eager

And while you try to be as polite as possible and not get yourself into trouble with her, Daniela shows clear interest in you

She’s on you each day, trailing her fingers across your skin, shamelessly touching up your arms and shoulders and swarming in the air to lean her head on your back and shoulders, her expression almost dreamily

She’s convinced you love her early on; after all, why wouldn’t you, silly!

And as such, you find she’s very touchy

When you’re working, she’s often pressed up against her back, her shorter frame against you and her breasts pushed into your back causing your own nipples to harden occasionally

Your body and mind certainly responds to her

When you sit, on a break somewhere, you already know to anticipate her coming your way and boldly sitting down on top of your thighs, chatting about this and that

As she does one night, her head rested against your shoulder, her hands in her lap, her body on your lap in turn

She’s talking quietly, but you can tell she’s getting tired by the way her words make less and less sense and she trails off more often before finishing her sentences

Upon proposing she ought to get to bed, she merely whines and curls closer against you

And seeing this, you boldly wrap your strong arms fully around her and lift her

Daniela is up in an instant, giggling and holding onto you as she’s carried to her room

What true princess treatment!, she thinks, and it’s what immediately has her feelings for you double in intensity

You aren’t sure when the two of you got together and started dating, as she’s always been so very touchy and has always somewhat treated you like her girlfriend

Was it when she asked if you’d join her that day? Nestled underneath the warm covers?

Was it when you shared her bed in a different way the first time? When you had her wrapped around your fingers, her smaller, more petite body underneath you?

Or was it when she started regularly pulling you down or swarming up to you for kisses?

When you’d cup her cheeks, lean down and steal some whenever she was on her way out?

Or was it when you started regularly joining her for dinner with her family?

You don’t know, but couldn’t be happier

Being the snuggle bug she is, Daniela loves to be held in your arms

Despite her overall soft and gentle physique, Daniela is very durable and giggles each time you squeeze her hard, completely unharmed

She giggles most when you pick her up and throw her over your shoulder, usually when it’s time for the two of you ought to get some sleep and she’s still sat in the library, reading through yet another romance and fairytale

Both of these things fluster her easily too, though

While Daniela has a flirty personality and a way with words, you manage to reduce her to a blushing, gasping mess when you show off your physique or strenght

When undressing or changing, she’s on you immediately, touching and kissing in almost worshipping fashion, occasionally even biting or scratching when she can’t hold herself back

And lastly, she loves to go hunting with you

Your physique gives you an advantage few others have and allow you to hunt with her

Leaving the castle is a privilege known to little and even should you not hunt with her, you like to accompany her

Often, this means waiting by a small pond for her and ending up bathing together when she returns covered in blood

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bitchsister · 8 months ago

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the ask and your subsequent lucky charms!au post about curtie being always up for sexting and listening during lectures to bucky rubbing one out and calling curt's name made my loins melt and my brain rot and i had a thought—

Bucky gets invited to hold an open talk about his law practice at Curt's university. Obviously the target audience is law students, but Bucky asks Curt whether he'd like to attend anyway and Curt excuses himself saying he has an important aerodynamics class he can't afford to miss. Bucky's a bit bummed out, but on the other hand he figures that at least he won't be getting distracted.

He takes the talk very seriously, wants to be strategic about his presentation, gauge his audience before the lecture actually starts. So he wanders through the corridor next to the lecture hall a bit before the start, figuring the people hanging around there would mostly be his audience. He gets snippets here and there: two friends looking at a leaflet announcing Bucky's talk and betting on what his salary is (and grossly overestimating), a girl anxiously reciting Latin law terms under her breath (likely worried about getting quizzed in her next Roman law seminar), a hulky guy excitedly telling his lanky friend about the cute girl in the pink laced dress he noticed going into the lecture hall a minute ago. The other words from their mouths are considerably less respectful towards their object of interest, and Bucky chides the pair as he passes by. 'Not my fault she looks like a slut!' the hulky guy retorts. Smirking ever so slightly, Bucky points out that parole boards don't accept that plea anymore and suavely strides past them into the lecture hall. The pink laced dress is indeed already in the hall, as the boys had said, sat in the first row, and Bucky's heart drops into his stomach when he sees that it's Curt. He has gloss on his lips, glitter on his cheeks, and three small ribbons in his hair. Curt hasn't had a haircut for months, and Bucky likes it that way, likes to stroke his hair and ruffle it, and will gladly pull it when Curt asks, but somehow he's never thought of decorating it. Good that Curt thought of it though because, Bucky realizes as he sets up his PowerPoint, Curt looks gorgeous with ribbons and in a frilly dress.

Of course, Curt looks gorgeous in everything, even Bucky's old oversized T-shirts. But old T-shirts don't accentuate Curt's ridiculously tiny waist. Or the milky collarbones. Or the soft neck. And then Curt looks at Bucky from under his silky dark eyelashes, and it finally hits Bucky hard that the next hour will be a much greater challenge than expected. Even though he prefers pacing, he spends most of his talk behind the speaking stand to hide the inevitability of the events in his pants. Curt spends the next hour twirling his hair, adding gloss to his lips using a small pocket mirror, fiddling with his sleeves to pretend they'd accidentally slipped, revealing a shoulder; conspicuously sucking on a lollipop, biting his lips, and making the lewdest facial expressions whenever Bucky looks in the direction of the audience. It's as distracting as it is exhilarating and, after a while, Bucky actually starts enjoying the challenge. His talk becomes peppier, funnier. He gets students riveted about a tax evasion case.

When the lecture is over and the students begin streaming out of the hall, Bucky stays behind, waiting for the flow to dissipate and making sure he doesn't get too close to Curt when dozens of eyes could see them. He sees the obnoxious hulky guy from earlier catch up with Curt right before the door, say something indiscernible amid the noise of the student bustle, and slap him on his ass. Incensed, Bucky has to force himself not to leap across the hall to them and rough up the perpetrator, but retribution comes to him faster than Bucky ever could anyway as Curt plainly knocks the guy out with a single punch. The incident causes the movement of students to grow chaotic — there is swearing and running around; somebody cheers; somebody goes to get a nurse. Amid the confusion, Curt turns his gaze to look at Bucky across the floor. He doesn't look at all confused or flustered — if anything, now his eyes twinkle even more than they did during the talk. They finally meet in the parking lot next to Bucky's car. Curt's face is practically glowing, and not only the glitter-covered parts. 'What about that important aerodynamics class?' 'Tomorrow.' 'I should spank you for lying, you know. And whatever that spectacle was.' Despite his words, Bucky is smiling, playful. 'Sounds like a plan,' Curt answers, smirking like the little devil that he is. and then they go home and fuck nasty lol

FOR FUCK SAKE.

WHYYY WHY WHY!!!!!!!!!

Bucky practically drags him inside the house, grabs him by his jaw once they’re in his study and licks the taste of cherry out of Curt’s pretty mouth, the sticky sweet flavor from all the lollipops he’d sucked on while staring at Bucky, wishing they were him during the lecture, still left behind.

Bucky forces his thighs apart once he lifts Curt up onto his desk, his movements neat and contemplated but his hunger growing by the minute.

“You know,” he huffs, turning his boy around and bending him over the mahogany of his executive desk instead. He’d hit it from the back. “You wanna act like a slut, you’ll get fucked like one.” He wraps a hand around the nape of Curt’s neck, pressing his cheek into the furniture he was bent over.

Skirts meant easy access, the frills and lace flipped over Curt’s back to reveal what he’d been showing off the whole time, his back arched and his thighs spread. “Gonna teach me a lesson, professor Bucky?”

Oh, calamity!!!

I LOVE THEM SO

#💌#🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴#GAHHHHH #curtbucky #yoyo writes #lcau

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