#Alcina dimitrescu x reader

[doveofnestmount]

BLOODSUCKER

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Alcina Dimitrescu x reader headcannons

Alcina doesn’t love in a way that mortals could understand. It’s consuming, eternal obsession. Once you catch her eye, she claims you. Any attempt at distance or defiance only tightens her grip.

You live in luxury, not freedom. The castle becomes your velvet-lined prison. She dresses you in silks, spoils you with rare wines and jewels, but never lets you leave the estate.

Her hunger for your blood is no different from her desire. She loves to taste you. Your wrist, your throat, your inner thigh. Sometimes she takes you in her lap, whispering sweet nothings, then sinks her fangs in mid-sentence.

Any servant who looks at you too long goes missing. Sometimes, you find traces, the scent of blood, a stray shoe. Alcina makes it clear: you are not to be touched.

Alcina delights in reducing you to something small, helpless, and completely dependent on her. She calls you pet, little one, darling.

Disobedience has its price. She’ll bend you over a gilded vanity, force you to watch yourself while she punishes you—slow, aching strokes, rough fingers, cruel praise. She whispers in your ear, “Look how beautiful you are when you cry for me.”

She loves you — violently. It’s not sweet, it’s not tender. It’s a hunger that never ends. She’ll ruin you in every way. Mind, body, soul. And then she’ll cradle your broken form, kiss your tears away, and say it was all for love.

[really-epic]

NOT EVEN KING ARTHUR CAN PULL ME FROM BETWEEN THEIR LEGS🙏🙏

[teaaagan]

Text

Y/N, texting Alcina: *sends a voice message*

Alcina, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent?

Y/N: No, don’t worry, just listen later.

*later*

Alcina: *presses play*

Y/N's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[write-it-like-disaster]

The Duke’s Apprentice — Chapter 13

Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: The Dimitrescu daughters interrupt your morning with the Lady, but the news they reveal isn't at all what you're expecting.

Carissa agrees to return the dagger to you, but when you go to retrieve it, a certain someone's already beaten you to it, and they become an unlikely ally.

Read it on AO3 here

[ranchracoon]

Body, Flesh, and Bones Ch. 8 "Taste"

Master Post

Chapter 7

Bela walks with you back to the chambers from last night, she's silent when walking unlike her sister. You forget she's there until she comes into your eyeline and startles you when approaching the chamber door which she unlocks. She moves to the side, allowing you to enter as she then swarms to the bookshelf loaded with binders. All of it meticulously kept and organized so Bela easily pulls out the binder before setting it on the desk then shifting over to a dresser used as a make-shift filing cabinet. She pulls out a few folders and sets them on the desk as well before she looks at you. 

"Here's everything from this year as mother requested. I will check on you during lunch then dinner you will be finished as to not have a repeat incident of last night. If you need anything you'll have to wait until I check on you, otherwise this is your last chance to make any requests."

"Could I...maybe get a pitcher of water?" You ask hesitantly. 

Bela doesn't react and simply gives a nod of her head before swarming off leaving you to your own devices. She returns momentarily with a pitcher and a glass, when you thank her she pauses her movement but resumes without another word before leaving you again. This would be much easier if you had some music to listen to or something, staring at hundreds of lines of numbers hurts your head. The water helps, you take breaks to stretch and give your brain a break to look out the window. If not for the looming sense of dread and despair, you would say it's almost beautiful with the snowy mountains in the background, blooming trees, then just what appears to a village. A dark gray stain plastered upon a white and green canvas.

Bela retrieves you at lunch time, escorts you to and from the dining room where you eat amongst the daughters once more. Listening to them bicker with each other, more specifically Daniela and Cassandra, makes them feel like actual siblings and not these blood thirsty, torturous captures. Still, you try to keep your guard up as you nibble on the food in front of you, not actually caring for the sustenance but still not wanting to appear rude. After Bela returns you to the chamber, back to work you go until the evening when the Lady calls you back for dinner. The daughters report their days; Daniela seems to be in charge of overseeing the maids, making sure they're working and following orders, Cassandra seems to do security by doing rounds of the castle and keeping certain areas off limits. Bela does everything else. 

"What about you?" The Lady asks. 

You blink and look up to see her looking down at you, swallowing slightly as you maintain eye contact. 

"It's going to take me awhile to get through everything, so far everything seems consistent but I've only just started."

"How long will it take?" She asks. 

"I don't know."

"Bela?" The Lady asks.

"I contacted our supplier and they will be arriving by the end of the week" she answers. 

"There, you have until the end of the week to finish."

You furrow your brows and try to mentally count how many days that is, but you honestly don't know what day it is. It could be two days, could be five but you feel too embarrassed to ask. 

"I can do that" you respond. 

Dinner goes on smoothly, there's idle chatter here and there about the wine business which you tune out as you continue to pick at your food. When dinner is finished the Lady stands after excusing her daughters then looks down in your direction. 

"Follow me" she orders. 

Following her leads to where you met her the first time, only this time it's just outside the double doors where there's a coffee table, love seat, and two chairs on the opposite side of the love seat. She motions for you to sit in one of the chairs and you do so, looking around the ornately decorated room. A maid comes in shortly after, kneeling in front of the fireplace to start a fire, as if the castle couldn't get any stuffier. The fire crackles and ignites to life to which the maid then leaves as the Lady sits across from you on the love seat. Within another beat the door opens again and a different maid rolls in a cart with a bottle of wine, and two glasses. The maid pours the wine and hands the Lady a glass first, then you before exiting through the door once more. 

"What's all this?" You ask softly. 

"Consider this an olive branch. We got off on the wrong foot and I hope to make amends, to put it plainly I'm curious about you. What you are."

"That makes two of us."

You take a sip of the wine, it's sweeter than you expected but still has a metallic bite to it. She gives you the vibe of someone who likes bitter or dry wine, but perhaps you're used to the cheap boxed stuff. Maybe this is how expensive wine is supposed to taste. The Lady watches you closely before taking a sip from her own glass, her yellow eyes reflecting the flames giving them a ghostly glow. 

"So you have no idea how you came to be?"

"What like...how I was born? I know that."

The Lady scoffs, "you know what I mean. You are not human, you might have been at one point, but you just solidified that you and I are not that different."

"How so?" You ask, taking another sip. 

"I'm sure you've noticed that my daughters and I don't have a normal diet. We require blood, and my daughters raw meat in order to survive. I prefer to mix the blood with wine, makes it easier to swallow but somehow I cannot seem to get rid of the metallic aftertaste."

You swallow nervously, the metallic taste she's mentioning sticking to your tongue as your hand becomes abnormally sweaty. 

"My special concoction I call sanguis virginis, a mixture of my best red wine and virgin maiden blood."

Your eyes drift over to the bottle sitting on the cart, the name glaring at you as you then look at your cup which holds half a swallow worth of wine left. Then your eyes shoot back to the Lady who only smirks, finishing her glass before setting it down on the table between you and her. If your heart could beat it would be hammering right now, yet it remains silent, however your breathing quickens, you set the glass down to keep from dropping it as your hands begins to shake. Your leg becomes restless and starts bouncing slightly as the room suddenly feels tight and like it's closing in on you. 

"Most humans when they drink it taste the blood instantly, usually vomiting or spitting it up shortly after."

You blink rapidly, wetting your lips as the lingering taste of the wine still sticks to them. How could you not know there was blood in it? It tasted good, really good, and you can't help but flash your eyes back to the bottle then back to her, repeating the motion obsessively. The lady reaches over and pours you another glass full, she sets the bottle down and leans forward with her hands folded under her chin. 

"Go on" she orders. 

Reaching out you take the glass, staring at the thick liquid and now knowing there's blood in it. Human blood. An innocent life. Yet you can't stop your arm from bringing it to your lips and tilting it upward. Can't stop your throat from gulping it down until the last drop passes through and you set the glass back down onto the table. A dribble runs down from the corner of your mouth, which you use the back of your hand to wipe away before licking the droplet off your hand. The Lady leans back into the couch, one arm resting on the arm rest and the other on the back of the couch as she crosses her legs at the ankle. 

"So, how did you become what you are?"

"You wouldn't believe me."

"Try me."

"My grandmother and I, we used to worship what we called the forest spirits, others called them the old gods, or demons. When Christians invaded, they killed anyone they saw worshiping them. Calling it blood magic, cannibalism, witch craft, anything to make people associate the practice with evil. Some people still did in secret but eventually it was only my grandmother and I. When she died I was the last one, and she told me I would be rewarded for my faith one day. Then I went to a party where..."

You suck in a sharp breath, the memories flooding to you in droves. 

"My best friend betrayed me. She sold me out to your human traffickers because they had her sister. Then a fire broke out and...I remember running toward the woods when there was this sharp pain in my stomach. Then there was blood and...I don't remember anything after that until I woke up in a container with others who were kidnapped."

The Lady listens without making a sound, nor a face. Instead the only movement is when she tilts her head up slightly but nothing more. 

"So, do you believe this is the blessing of your gods?"

"I don't know if it's a blessing, but that would be a logical assumption. I dedicated my life to them, and if this is supposed to be my reward, it doesn't feel like it."

You catch the Lady looking out into the distance behind you before she blinks and recenters herself, shaking her head slightly. Swallowing again you shift in the seat and rub your palms against your uniform covering your knees. 

"So, what happens now?" You ask eventually. 

"Well, I need to know if you're a threat or not to Mother Miranda's vision and ultimate goal. That has yet to be determined, but I'm sure she'll be fascinated to meet you."

"Who's Mother Miranda?"

"You could consider her to be our leader, the villagers believe her to be a goddess in human from and I owe everything I have to her."

"When will I meet her?"

"That is to be determined, until then, I suggest you scamper on up to bed before curfew hits."

"What about-" you motion one hand to the empty wine glass and bottle.

"Don't worry dear. Your secret will be safe with me."

[mephistoic]

though i feel like both of her versions might actually be on the right spectrum…

[naturesapphic]

I hope it’s not too much trouble but may I please request Lady Dimitrescu x Reader where the reader has a very high libido but tries to hide it due to issues with previous partners?

High sex drive

Lady dimitrescu x fem!reader

Warnings: horny reader lol, talks of smut, soft!alcina

All day was very hard for you. You were feeling incredibly horny and you felt embarrassed about it. Due to past relationships, they always made you feel slutty and bad for feeling this way and they would never help you. That’s why you haven’t told your girlfriend of five months of this, ever since the two of you started dating it was like your horniess multiplied by a hundred.

You could never tell Alcina how you felt, she would feel disgusted by you and would leave you. So here you were on your shared bed with your girlfriend, hands down your shorts. You had to do this on your own and you were honestly fine with it. You were so lost into your pleasure that you didn’t even realize that your girlfriend had walked in on you. There was a smirk plastered on her face as she walked over towards you, while you were still unaware of her presence.

“Need help with that darling?” She said lowly and you shouted in fear. You took your hand out of your shorts and looked at alcina with a horrified expression. Her face softened at the face you were giving her and she cooed. “I’m sorry darling I didn’t mean to scare you. I don’t have to do anything if you don’t want me to.” She reassured you and you felt your eyes feel with tears. She actually wanted to help you? You couldn’t Believe it. “I-I’m sorry…” you whispered as little tears streamed down your face making alcinas heart break.

“Oh darling…why are you crying my little mouse?” She said as she took you into her loving arms. You whimpered and hesitantly told her about how you were feeling horny and how you didn’t tell her because of your past relationships. By the end of it, alcina felt her blood boil towards your exes. How could they treat you that way and not help you? If she ever found out who they were she was going to slice them to ribbons.

Her thoughts were interrupted by your voice as it made her heart ache more. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you alci…” you said in a broken voice and alcina pulls you closer to her and started leaving kisses all over your face. “Don’t you dare apologize to me darling. Not ever. You didn’t do anything wrong. I understand why you didn’t tell me but I promise I’m not them and I never will be. I love you so much my little mouse.” She said and a smile was upon your face at her words, instantly making you feel a lot better. “Thank you alci…I love you so much…” you say as you cuddled further into her.

“No need to thank me darling. I’ll never judge you.” She said as she held you into her arms until you were alright but with alcina, you were always okay.

A/n: I hope you enjoyed this @sacredwarrior88 ! I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest. Please take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

[rippersz]

𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆'𝒔 𝑨 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

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Larissa Weems x Reader x Alcina Dimitrescu (NSFW; Double Penetration; Lewd Language; BDSM; Mommy Kink; Breeding; G!P)

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It’s too much. 

It’s way too much.

Too much touching, too much pleasure, too much passion. 

It’s all warm bodies, panting breaths, deep growls, small whimpers, and so much heat that you feel faint with it. They have you stuck in between, held up and hovering over thick thighs while two sets of strong hips alternate powerful thrusts. In and out. In and out. In… out… Easy and light for the two of them as sharp nails leave deep indents in the flesh of your ass, clenching and unclenching. She shoulders most of the weight, the taller of your two lovers, while she takes her fill. Insatiable and dark. Hard, fast, and rough. There’s grunts that pour past your ear and fan against the sensitive skin of your neck, creating the most precious addictive harmony as she scrapes razor-sharp fangs along the soft flesh of your trapezius. Skirting around the very edge of pain. She knows you fear it. She knows you’re waiting. Fortunately, she’s already made up her mind. The feeding will be for another night- or perhaps later, when you’re passed out on the bed between them, plugged to keep the warmth of their cum from spilling out of your pretty body. She’s unbelievably excited about that if the flex of her hips and strong steady hold is anything to go by. It’s a sweet gesture in the long run, keeping you in place so that the woman in front of you, grasping onto your lower thighs, can have an easier time using you for pleasure. 

And she is. Absolutely. 

Larissa’s porcelain skin is flushed pink with desire, spreading all the way down to the milky expanse of her bare chest. She’s huffing, her beautiful red lips parted with a sense of disbelief while her eyes, blown dark with an appreciative pupil, lock themselves onto the sensitive place where your bodies meet. She studies your venus mound, the soft curls wetted by your desire, and licks her lips without thought while you watch the hypnotizing roll of her torso. In and out… in and out… smooth and easy and deep enough to make both of you exhale soft moans and whimpers on each thrust. She doesn’t have the stamina Alcina does, but that’s why your draconic lover takes most of the force… and most of the resistance. Their difference in size, in moments like this, is terribly noticeable. You feel it in their hands, in the closeness of their chests and their heights, even while kneeling on the bed, and in the thick of their cocks as they grind into you from both ends. 

Filling all that they can, for all that they’re worth, and enjoying the sounds of your broken cries. 

“P-please- can’t!- Sens-sensitive!” You scream, vision blurring with hot tears as they continue their evil dance. 

Alcina is absolutely fucking punishing. You’re not sure how you’re going to walk comfortably come morning with the way she smacks against your backside. She’s obviously not shy and only finds a sick sort of enjoyment in your answering sobs whenever she whispers how tight you are for her. How desperate. Clenching around both of their lengths like a needy depraved little slut. 

And Larissa, who listens with sharp ears and responds with appreciative moans, can only watch and partake in her own lewd show as she sees the way Alcina hovers over you. Making eye contact with those golden fires, feeling adored beneath the heavy heat that comes with the constant stare your taller lover gives her. Eyes raking over the softness of her breasts, the hickies on the swell of her ribs, the golden curls at the base of her cock… Slightly smaller than Alcina’s, and tinged pink with delight as it moves in and out of you with fervor. Stretching with ease as you take her right to the hilt over and over and over. It feels like a piece of Heaven all on its own, plucked right from the stars, as Larissa looks up from beneath her lashes and bats her eyes at Alcina. Her cock throbs, wild with pleasure, as it fills you swiftly- and she takes that moment to pause. The lull barely has time to confuse you before Larissa is leaning closer, pressing your chests together in warm, hazy damp delight, so she can bring her lips right up to your-... shoulder. Over your shoulder. To meet the pull of Alcina’s body as her bountiful chest, soft and gentle, pins itself to the contours of your back. You can almost feel the heavy thump of her heart. 

“Kiss me, darling,” Alcina breathes quickly, her voice a deep pleasant rumble brushed against Larissa’s lips. They keep themselves inside of you, prolonging the ache in your body as they kiss. Slow and sensual, red lips opening and parting, pink tongues licking into each other with languid strokes. Eyes closed, suspended in bliss, throats bobbing with the most erotic moans. You can only watch, entranced and bewitched, as a strong shiver races down your spine. You quake in their shared hold and shift your gaze to see- Oh. Gold. Striking gold, glowing beneath a heavy lid, watching you with cloying amusement. It’s embarrassing to be seen in such a needy state, blushing and clenching and eager for whatever they can give you… you want to hide away, but you have nowhere to go. They’re so warm, so strong, and kissing so lovingly. 

Alcina’s eye closes as she loses herself in your other lover’s sweet mouth, and the desperation in your body only shoots to unbearable heights as the attention is stolen away.

“Please,” you whimper. Give it to me. Anything. Fuck me until I pass out and you can’t control yourselves anymore. Please. Anything. I love you. 

Larissa is the first to pull away. She’s slow, letting Alcina steal one last moan from her lungs, before she’s settling back onto her heels and licking the spit from her lips. Slow and appreciative. You figure they both taste like wine and sex and your body begins to squirm without much thought–completely taken by the envious nature that swells in your heart. 

Kiss me too. Please. Please, kiss me too. 

“Poor thing…,” your lover whispers, her breath like a cool balm against your heated skin. You nod immediately, trying to garner some appreciation, some sympathy, and lean your head back to rest on Alcina’s collarbone. She feels so strong behind you, still holding your legs without even a tremor in her forearms - and keeping you open for Larissa, who ducks to nuzzle against your neck. “Have we been neglecting you?” She asks in a murmur, the words flowing like individual pieces of silk from her cherry lips. 

You nod, quickly, and bring your hands up from your thighs to rest over her shoulders. A small tug has her settling closer, pressing so far into you that no space slips between your bodies. Chests kissing and hips locked, the sweat on her skin glistens beneath firelight. 

The hearth is proudly lit and burning away, flickering with shadows that dance across your sinful tango. Everything smells of perfume and sex and you’re eager to feel them moving again. Alcina is starting to hurt, aching so much within her nestled spot that you try to adjust - but her hands only dig into your thighs with renewed vigor. She doesn’t want you to escape. She doesn’t want you to leave. You feel the burn and you stay there for them, because tonight that’s your job. 

Larissa’s little pet. Alcina’s little fucktoy. That’s usually how it goes. 

And the sweet peck that the former gives you a moment later, lingering in the space between your eyebrows, sparks a little whimper to run from your throat. It’s a raw sound, betraying your need, and you watch as Larissa’s eyes soften. She is always so weak for you—never able to keep up the mean façade for very long. She can tease like a motherfucker, but the near punishing pace Alcina often sets is not something she can always adapt to. So she loves as she does now, kissing every bit of your face that she can reach, letting out soft moans that make your mouth water. And when you try moving to capture her lips, lazily twisting your head, she backs away. A terrible game of cat and mouse. A form of torture that has you in near tears because goddammit you just need them to DO something alread-

“Hngh!” A strained, choked sound, taken from the very depths of your eager soul, splits the heavy air.

It’s tinged with pain, overwhelmed with pleasure, as Alcina’s cock, in all of its big glory, drags out of your hole and slams back in.

“Fuck,” you hear her low murmur before the rest of her appreciation is drowned out by Larissa’s gasp. 

She’s clearly very sensitive, instantly shutting her eyes in undeniable bliss as the motions of your dance start up again. Alcina grinds easily, producing the dirtiest sounds as the meat of her thighs slaps against your ass. And no moan is stifled. No growl is hidden. She wants you to hear her. She knows how much it makes you throb, and when that happens, she knows it pleasures them both. And that’s part of it, of course. A common point of teasing. She pulls out certain reactions from you so you can please Larissa. Your sweet angel. Bucking her hips like she is now, a mad woman made by your own hands. White hair in disarray, chest painted in lipstick and light bruises, legs shaking with need. 

They stretch you so well… The perfect fits for your body. Even if it hurts. Even if, occasionally, you wince. It doesn’t matter. You’re just so warm… So easy… Constantly ready to drop to your knees if they ask. Always in the mood to give yourself up. It’s just as Alcina says:

“Such an eager little whore for your Mommies, aren’t you darling?” 

Yes. Yes, you are. 

“Mhm… Our pretty little cocksleeve…”

God, yes.

“Isn’t that right, Larissa? Such a good princess we have, hm?” 

The response is a deep purr. “Without a doubt, my love. So… oh gods, fuck… so obedient…”

Very. The most obedient. No choice but to be. Doesn’t matter. You’re a good princess. Best cocksleeve. All for them. Pretty Mommies…

Out there, you are more than this. You are something perhaps a bit more human. A bit more independently functional. You are expected to do things. Told to be mightier. Conditioned to work and provide and never rest.

But here… 

Oh here you are nothing but a means to an end. A hole to fill as your lovers, all red lips and aureate eyes crashing into sapphires, black and white hair in complete contrast, fuck you at their own paces. Staring at each other over your shoulder, hearts in their pupils, while they use you like the two-holed toy in between. Your pleas go unanswered. Your tears go unlicked.

They use your body like they’ve spent their whole lives waiting to. And your body accepts them. Eager for their care, their love, the heat that they want to fill you with.

“Cum with me, Larissa.” In your foggy haze, you hear Alcina pant. “Please,” she begs, a sweet sound you rarely get to hear, “Help me- hngfuckfuck- f-fill our little girl.” 

The term of endearment has you exploding in goosebumps, growing stiff with the amount of times your cunt squeezes around Larissa’s length in the span of only a few moments. It’s addicting, this position. This intimacy. The mind-numbing passion that follows in the wake of their rapid, eager thrusts. An easy tell for the bliss you’re about to feel. 

“Yes- yesyesyesyesyes!- Al-cina-!” Your fair-haired lover squeaks as she doubles over, presses her forehead into your neck, and pumps her hips erratically. The shiver flows through her veins and comes to a head, quick and hard, as she crumbles inside of you. 

Alcina, delighted by the show of those blue eyes rolling back in pleasure, follows without preamble. Her thrusts are mad, lost in their forgotten timing, and descend into short bursts of strength as she works herself all the way inside and finally gives into the electricity that floats into her body. 

The feeling of their breasts pressed to your front and back, heaving with the love you’ve given them, the Heaven that’s been taken, is enough to send you into a small orgasm of your own. It’s a weak pulse of your body, too tired and hazy to register anything but the thick warm cum that floods you. Spilling and spilling until you’re nearly certain that it’s all going to dribble out onto the length of their cocks as soon as they pull out, and then dirty the bedspread.

But really who gives a fuck about the bedspread? 

They’ll just buy another set, rich and expensive and softer than feathers. 

And then ruin that one too.

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Drops dead - Rip x

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Too tired for tags... waaaa...

[casualfoxwitch]

[shaaadooww]

You're telling me Alcina can purr????

Can someone pls write/ draw this 🥹🥹😭😭

[willalove75]

*y/n feeling under the weather and tired* *looks up at Alcina with outstretched arms* uppies? Alcina: *narrows her eyes at y/n* y/n: *pouts* Alcina: *scoffs, rolls her eyes and picks up y/n anyway* Y/n: *nuzzles into her neck with a content sigh* Alcina: *chuckles, shakes her head and kisses y/n on the forehead* what on earth have you done to me, my little mortal?

[official-cvntified-gay]

Me cause kinktober is coming:

(it's not the only one that's coming😏) (we're about to get fed)

[ellie722]

I have a feeling Sevika will get less and less fanfics as the year passes,just like what happened with Lady D like… IVE PLAYEDD THESE GAMES BEFOREEE

This is me but like with a bunch or lesbian characters behind me

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[heartdoomed]

Cuddling With Them

Pairing: Re Village Ladies

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons

Warnings: Mild sexual implications.

Masterlist

Alcina Dimitrescu

• Alcina is often surprisingly needy between four walls. When she arrives from a long day of stressful calls and dealing with her daughter’s shenanigans there is nothing she’d rather do than just rest her head on your lap and relax against your touch.

• Once this woman is fully comfortable with you, expect to spend entire hours just tangled with her and two glasses of wine.

• If you are a good listener she will brag her lungs out to you in her great drama-fashion. Ends up having someone to talk to is better than throwing expensive furniture at walls! You guys saved enough shopping trips with this.

• If you’re a talker rather than a listener expect everyone to hear you two laughing your hearts out about all shorts of subjects. She loves listening to whatever topics you are passionate about even if they aren’t much of her interest. Maybe she actually just loves how cute you look when you blabber to her.

• Just imagine laying on top/spooning with that woman. It’s like having a giant pillow that hugs you back (and often suffocates you on accident)

• If she isn’t petting your head she is definitely whispering sweet nothings to you. This woman just cant stay away from you when you both finally have a moment to be together in private — even if you two fall silent it will be the best silence you’ve ever experienced.

Bela Dimitrescu

• Oh this woman is absolutely lost in you. She was the first to suggest cuddling and she is an absolute menace when it comes to it. Just expect to be absolutely pampered by her. Pet names, face smooches, head pats, neck kisses, shoulder bites, and so, so much more.

• Bela has a thing for specific caring cuddles, such as cuddling together while you two bath, for example. A warm, fragrant bath is the perfect scenario for you both to relax together. She loves to wash your body, or just to have you help her wash her hair — imagine the unlimited possibilities of a playful bath time together.

• As much as she enjoys pampering you, Bela can be just as much of a pillow princess. She will absolutely love to be spooned or have her hair played with. Humming makes everything even better, she loves your voice, it’s just as comforting as the cuddling itself.

• Also the grumpiest when it comes to actually having to stop cuddling each other. She knows of her duties but leaving you on her bed to chase a runaway maid is inconvenient enough.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

• Putting it simply; It’s a challenge.

• If working on her feelings for you was hard, imagine getting this woman to give out affection like this? At first she thought cuddling was a waste of time, that she could be doing incredibly hunts with the time wasted doing nothing. That changed once you two first tried it out.

• You could never imagine how actually needy she was under her though behavior. Even more shocking was the fact that she once demanded you to spoon her instead. Of course she also enjoys spooning you, though getting away from her lock grip is almost impossible.

• She has this thing for feeling you as a whole; Taking in your scent, feeling your chest raise and fall, admiring your face while your eyes are closed. She is the jealous type after all, it’s just fair that she’d want to admire what is hers — though she will get flustered if you do the same, she is just not 100% used to romance.

• She is definitely a snarky cuddler, though. She will bite you if you end up teasing her about her softer side and if you both aren’t careful enough, a wrestling session will get her riled up.

Daniela Dimitrescu

• Are you kidding me? This woman LOVES cuddling to a point where she would actively “kidnap” you in order to receive more cuddles.

• She is a hopeless lover, of course she is kissing the hell of you during your cuddles. She finds it too adorable whenever you get flustered from her kisses, she may even get feisty and bite you out of playfulness.

• Prepare to do all short of things too, from reading books together to pillow fighting and covering all of her room in feathers — She will shoo you away in time to not get in trouble with Alcina. Her room is so full of secret passages that at some point you just got used to sneaking in and out whenever.

• Rainy dark nights awake together? Absolutely. You two would whispers secrets to each other while forgetting the need of sleeping.

• If you both just opt for a simple time together, get your ears ready to hear Dani blabbering about all shorts of stuff while getting comfortable onto you — If you stare too much at her you might even be able to rip out a blush or chuckle.

Donna Beneviento

• Oh, this poor woman.

• If showing her face to you took enough courage and self confidence of her, cuddling is a total different level of trust.

• Don’t take it personally, this woman loves you with every fiber of her being but receiving affection and giving affection aren’t things she is used with.

• But as soon as you two work it up you better be ready to be trapped. Once you two start cuddling Donna just can’t believe how much she loves it. She feels safe, protected, loved at least — This is better than anything she had ever imagined.

• At first things would be slow and steady, testing each other’s likings and boundaries. She loves to have her hair played with — she is a small spoon by nature, even if she is taller than you. When she is eventually comfortable enough to give you affection back, she often humms to you as she caresses your hand or back.

• She often gets flustered when you call out her cute antics that she hadn’t showed yet, she has her own affection mannerisms that she does her best to hide but you always encourage her to show herself more.

• Don’t be surprised if she easily falls asleep while cuddling with you, this woman is so affection deprived that being this comfortable around someone allows her to rest without worries. Funnily enough if she does falls asleep don’t expect to be able to escape her death grip, you are staying until she wakes up again.

Mother Miranda

• By far the most possessive but also the most demanding.

• It was kinda shocking to see Miranda undressed of all of her usual robes, without a mask her tiredness was visible but so was her piercing gaze upon you.

• You are her lover but she often calls you a pet nonetheless. Maybe she enjoys the thought— no, the certainty that you belong to her and that is a fact you can’t escape. She is a equally giver and a receiver, she demands obedience but also demands you to embrace her whenever she feels personally needy.

• Something she loves to do is to have your head on her lap as you two rest on her chambers. Reading letters and paperwork is much productive when she has you by her side, her slender fingers travel across your skull with a hauntingly soft touch — she will most certainly smile she feels your lips kissing her hand or your hand intertwining with hers.

• Expect either a comforting imperial silence or just whispers between the both of you. She prefers quiet cuddle sessions, probably due to her recurrent headaches from dealing with her bickering children.

• Just make sure to not tease or be too needy around her or this cuddling session will take a much heated turn.

AN: Phew I had a sweet time writing these! Hopefully more scenarios are coming soon~ Stares intently at my ask box