#Cassandra dimitrescu x reader

[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

[elliots-an-idiot]

Heloooooooo!🙌 How ya doing? I hope you’re having a *lovely* day! Seeing as you’re opening your inbox, I’m just gonna…leave this here ;)!

*leaves scroll*

What do you reckon the Dimis would think of forms of affection? Hand holding, kissing, cuddling, quality time, etc. do you think they’d approve of such displays in public, or just in the privacy of their room? A bit of good old fluff. Feel free to ignore it if it doesn’t take your pick!🙌

See ya :)!

🧁- anon

Hiii! This is an amazing ask :3 I love them so much and EAUGH I WANNA CUDDLE ALL OF THEM!!!! You said the dimis so I’m gonna include alcina :3 this is pure filthy fluff heheheheh :333

Content warning for minor (sfw) knife play. Also blood drinking…. They’re vampires.

The Dimitrescus preferences on affection with their s/o

Alcina 🍷

She enjoys being able to hold you, whether it’s on her lap while she works, or cuddled into her chest while you sleep.

Her hands are… well… gigantic. Which makes “regular” hand holding difficult. But she loves it when you intertwine your fingers with hers during particularly aggravating calls with Miranda.

She is, obviously, the big spoon. Which neither of you mind. She always holds you close to her while sleeping, she likes the feeling of protecting you. Shielding you from any dangers that may lurk outside of her arms.

She prefers to keep anything longer than a peck in private however. Unless of course, she’s showing someone that you’re hers. In which case you can expect to be lifted/pressed up against the nearest wall for her to make out with you.

She loves having her hair played with/her head scratched while laying with you, especially after a long/stressful day. She also likes having her back/shoulders massaged

She isn’t clingy like her daughters, but she loves being able to have you near her. When she’s working she likes to have you in her lap. You’re like a stress reliever to her.

She loves being able to lift and hug you, or lean down to press kisses to your head. She likes the way you look up at her after, it makes her feel like a goddess.

She loves it when you dance with her, you’ll often have dates in the castle, and her favourite place to bring you is always the opera hall. The two of you dance for hours, just basking in each others presence.

She always makes sure to reserve time in her day to be with you, no matter what. She even hung up on Miranda once after she “took too much of our time”

When she gets thirsty (not like that you horny bastard) she pulls you onto her lap and gently tilts your head to the side, she always peppers kisses down your throat before drinking from you.

She loves you so much, and makes sure you know that. Whether it be through words or actions, you always know how much you mean to her.

Some pet names she likes to use for you are dragâ (darling), iubire (love), little one, and pet.

Bela 📚

She, like her mother, loves having you with her while she works. She says your presence calms her during especially stressful days, your scent specifically helps.

She likes to have you on her lap, not during formal events or dinner of course. But when you’re reading together in the library she’ll pull you onto her and wrap her arms around you.

She loves it when you bury your head into the crook of her neck to press a gentle kiss to her throat, which normally leads to her squeaking and getting flustered. Only when you’re alone though, she thinks it’s “improper”.

She absolutely loves having her hair played with. Untangle her hair with your fingers? She’s a blushing mess.

She loves massages, getting them and giving them. You better believe homegirl is practically a professional at them.

She likes sitting next to you whenever possible, she always intertwines her fingers with yours. She loves being able to hold you, even if it’s subtle.

She has a busy schedule, to the point that she often forgets to eat. So when you walk into her office after a long day and offer up your neck? She practically melts, before hugging you tight and telling you how much you mean to her.

She normally hates giving you anything more than a gentle peck when in public, but please expect to be pushed up against the nearest surface as soon as you’re alone.

She loves it when you rest your head on her chest, or vice versa.

She’s bad with words, especially when you first start dating, but she always shows you how much she loves you. Her favourite way to do so is by taking care of you, bringing you a snack when she smells you getting hungry (blood sugar maybe?), or reading to you when you’re sad.

She loves calling you little one, darling, dragâ, and dove.

Cassandra ⚔️

Cassandra hates doing anything that could make her seem weak or soft in public. So hugs, hand holding, cuddling? Absolutely not.

She can and will push you up against the nearest wall to make out with you. She likes knowing that other people see, so that they know you belong to her.

But in private? You can’t convince me she wouldn’t love having her hair played with, and if you scratch her scalp? She will moan.

She’s not used to gentle displays of affection, especially at the beginning of your relationship. But after she warms up to it? She loves it, privately of course.

She especially enjoys having you sit in her lap while she’s sharpening her weapons. Often using your skin to test if they’re good enough, if she doesn’t smell blood as soon as she presses it up against you it’s not sharp enough.

She loves your blood, everything about it, so when she comes home from a particularly annoying hunt and finds you on her bed with your neck exposed for her? She growls before swarming right on top of you.

After drinking from you, she likes to lay on top of you and bury her face in your neck savouring your scent and taste.

Normally, if you’re alone, she likes to intertwine her fingers with yours or pull you onto her lap.

Shockingly, she’s incredibly clingy. Not so much as Dani, but still, very clingy. So if you’re especially busy or have to make a trip into town on any given day she’ll whine and complain until you get back.

She loves it when you trace her scars, she’ll often tell you the stories of how she “won” them to calm you down if you’re upset. She often tells you stories of her hunts, not only to introduce you to that part of her, but to analyse your expression for any hint of fear.

She often falls asleep on top of you, she likes how warm you are, and being able to protect you.

Cass is horrible with her words. Like. Horrible. Before you started dating she called you her blood bag… to flirt. She is b a d with expressing how much she loves you. So she shows you. She often kills maids who are rude to you and gifts you certain parts of them. After the fourth pair of eyes you had to explain to her organs weren’t exactly a gift you could keep. So she started bringing you teeth.

She likes calling you pet, little one, doll, morsel, snack,and (sigh) blood bag

Daniela 💌

She absolutely loves physical affection, and she truly doesn’t care what other people think. She constantly has to be touching you, or she will whine until she is.

Obviously, she’s the most clingy of her family, and the best cuddler. Like, are you sad? Bonk, Dani’s got ya.

You can’t convince me she wouldn’t love to sit in your lap to read, she loves it. She often reads aloud to you when you’re upset, and loves the same being done for her.

She loves it when you hold her, whether it be her hand, or her thigh, she constantly wants your hand on her.

She loves hugging you, like, absolutely loves it. She loves feeling your arms wrap around her and hold her to you, she says it makes her feel calm. I swear to the gods a hug from this girl could probably cure my depression.

She wants to spend as much time as physically possible with you every single day, which often leads to you not finishing your work.

When she’s particularly hungry, she loves pulling you against her before burying her head into the crook of your neck and inhaling as much of your scent as she can. She always marks you up before drinking from you, to show everyone you’re hers.

During the colder months, she enjoys nestling under a pile of blankets with you. Often giggling when you squeak at the feeling of her freezing hands against your sides.

She loves kissing you, it doesn’t matter to her who sees, all that she cares about if being able to feel your lips on hers.

She loves being treated like a princess, bow for her or twirl her? She is squealing and giggling in delight.

She loves spending time with you while reading, but, (when it’s warm enough out for her to go outside) she often drags you out to the garden to make flower crowns together.

She loves sleeping curled into you, with her arm flung around your waist and her head buried in your shoulder.

She like calling you more cheesy and romantic pet names, and expects the same from you. She calls you things like my love, dearest, sweetheart, little human, and her Knight. (If you call her princess she will melt)

That’s all! I hope you like this :3 thank you for my first ever ask :3

[horeformilfs]

I have an ask for you. So this can either be with Alcina, Donna, or any of the Dimitrescu daughters.

All I really want is like reader going absolutely ape-shit on some kind of foe. For whatever reason you want. Whether it be Eathan or just some random person trying to hurt her lover. The circumstance is completely up to you.

Oh, and if reader could have some kind of power, plant manipulation, shape-shifting, whatever, that would be loved.

Aaaanyway, thank you very much for even reading this. If you don't like it, just ignore me. No harm done. Have a fabulous day/night, and stay safe!

💐💐

I love this idea and made it kinda angsty

I'll Protect You...Because I Love You

Dimitrescu Family x Fem!Reader

TW: Arguing, Drinking, Fighting, Stabbing Blood, Fainting, Ethan Winters being a dick, Death

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In the dimly lit corridors of Castle Dimitrescu, Y/N moved with practiced ease, her footsteps echoing against the ancient stone walls. She had become accustomed to the labyrinthine layout of the castle during her time as Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's maid, navigating its sprawling halls with a sense of familiarity that bordered on intimacy.

But Y/N's relationship with Alcina transcended the boundaries of employer and servant. Over the course of eight months, their connection had blossomed into something far deeper—a love that defied the constraints of their disparate stations. Alcina's formidable presence had initially intimidated Y/N, but beneath her regal facade lay a woman of unparalleled complexity, whose icy exterior belied a warmth that Y/N found impossible to resist.

Despite the differences in their status, Y/N and Alcina had forged a bond built on mutual respect and unwavering devotion. In the quiet moments between their duties, they stole fleeting glances and exchanged whispered confessions, their love growing with each passing day.

And it wasn't just Alcina who had captured Y/N's heart; her affection extended to Alcina's three daughters—Daniela, Cassandra, and Bela. Initially wary of their mother's new paramour, the sisters had gradually warmed to Y/N's presence, finding in her a kindred spirit who shared their love for the sprawling grounds of Castle Dimitrescu.

Y/N's connection to the Dimitrescu family ran deeper still, for she harbored a secret that she had kept hidden from Alcina and her daughters—a power as ancient as the castle itself. Y/N possessed the ability of chlorokinesis, the power to manipulate and control plant life with but a thought. It was a gift she had inherited from her ancestors, one that she had honed in secret, fearful of the repercussions should her abilities be discovered.

But despite the challenges they faced, Y/N's love for Alcina remained steadfast, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to engulf them. And as the sun dipped below the horizon and the castle came to life with the flickering of candlelight, Y/N knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, she would face them with unwavering courage, guided by the love that bound her to Alcina and her daughters.

As Y/N approached the door to their shared bedroom, she could sense the tension radiating from within. The air crackled with an uneasy energy, sending a shiver down her spine. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit chamber.

Alcina sat at her vanity, her usually regal posture slumped with frustration. Y/N's heart ached at the sight of her beloved in such turmoil, her concern outweighing any fear that lingered in the air.

"What's wrong, Alcina?" Y/N ventured softly, her voice a gentle caress in the stillness of the room.

Alcina's response was immediate, her words tumbling forth in a torrent of anger and resentment. "That blasted Miranda! She thinks she can dictate every aspect of our lives, as if we're mere pawns in her game!"

Y/N listened in silence as Alcina ranted, her heart breaking with each word that fell from her lips. But before she could offer solace, Alcina's frustration reached a boiling point, her hands clenching into fists as she unleashed her fury upon the unsuspecting vanity.

The sound of splintering wood echoed through the room, mingling with Alcina's ragged breaths. Y/N moved closer, her instincts urging her to comfort her lover in her time of need.

"Alcina, please," Y/N pleaded, reaching out a trembling hand in a futile attempt to soothe her. "Let me help you."

But Alcina's response was sharp, her eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a chill down Y/N's spine. "Stay back, Y/N! This is none of your concern!"

Y/N recoiled at the venom in Alcina's voice, her heart pounding in her chest as she took a cautious step backwards. The sight of Alcina unsheathing her claws sent a wave of fear coursing through her, the primal instinct to flee warring with her desire to stand by her lover's side.

With a heavy heart, Y/N made her decision, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "I'll leave you alone, Alcina. I... I need some air."

And with that, Y/N turned on her heel and fled the room, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridors as she made her way downstairs, the weight of Alcina's anger heavy upon her shoulders.

As Y/N entered the dining room, her steps heavy with the weight of her emotions, she failed to notice the three figures huddled together at the far end of the room. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela exchanged concerned glances as they watched Y/N's distant demeanor, their hearts aching at the sight of her pain.

With a shared understanding born of years spent in each other's company, the sisters moved as one, their footsteps silent against the polished floors as they approached their beloved Mămica. Y/N's shoulders sagged with the weight of her burdens, her trembling hands reaching for the crystal decanter of whiskey that stood sentinel upon the table.

The clink of glass echoed through the room as Y/N poured herself a generous measure, her movements mechanical as she downed it in one swift motion. The sisters exchanged worried glances, their concern deepening as they watched a solitary tear slip down Y/N's cheek.

Bela, the eldest of the sisters, stepped forward first, her voice gentle as she addressed Y/N. "Mămica, are you okay?"

Y/N startled at the sound of Bela's voice, her eyes widening in surprise as she met the concerned gazes of the Dimitrescu sisters. She attempted to muster a reassuring smile, but it faltered at the edges, her facade crumbling under the weight of her emotions.

"I... I'm fine," Y/N replied, her voice betraying the turmoil raging within her.

But Daniela wasn't convinced, her keen intuition sensing the truth behind Y/N's facade. "Did you and Mamă have a fight?"

Y/N hesitated, her gaze flickering between the three sisters as she struggled to find the words. "Yes, but it's nothing for you to worry about."

Cassandra reached out a hand, her touch gentle as she brushed a stray tear from Y/N's cheek. "You don't have to pretend. We're here for you."

Y/N felt a sense of comfort envelop her as she sank into the plush cushions of the living room couch, Daniela nestled in her lap like a protective shield against the storm raging within her. The warmth of the fire cast flickering shadows across the room, a soothing counterpoint to the turmoil churning in Y/N's mind.

Daniela, ever the embodiment of affection, wrapped her arms around Y/N, seeking solace in the embrace of the woman she regarded as her other mother. Y/N returned the gesture, her touch gentle as she ran her fingers through Daniela's hair, the rhythmic motion a balm to her frayed nerves.

With a deep breath, Daniela ventured to broach the subject that hung heavy in the air. "Mămica, what happened? Why are you so upset?"

Y/N hesitated, her heart heavy with the weight of her confession. "It's... it's nothing, darling. Just a disagreement with Mamă."

But Bela, ever perceptive, sensed the gravity of the situation, her gaze piercing as she pressed for answers. "But why did you leave? You always stay with Mamă when she's upset."

Y/N's resolve wavered at Bela's question, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "Because... because Mamă got so angry... her claws came out."

The revelation hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the depths of Alcina's fury. The sisters exchanged shocked glances, their concern for Y/N mingling with a sense of unease at the thought of their mother unleashing her wrath upon the woman they held dear.

"That's... that's never happened before," Cassandra murmured, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Y/N nodded, her own disbelief mirroring that of the Dimitrescu sisters. "I know. That's why... that's why I had to leave."

And as the flames danced in the hearth and the night stretched on before them, Y/N knew that no matter the challenges they faced, they would navigate them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.

As the warmth of the fire bathed the living room in a soft glow, Y/N found solace in the embrace of the Dimitrescu sisters, their presence a comforting reminder of the love that bound them together. Cassandra and Bela nestled into Y/N's side, their forms molded against hers as they sought refuge from the storm brewing outside. Meanwhile, Daniela remained perched in Y/N's lap, her attention focused on the book in her hands as she read aloud in a soothing cadence.

But their tranquil moment was shattered by the arrival of Alcina, her footsteps heavy with the weight of her frustration. She swept into the room, her icy gaze fixing on the group gathered before her.

"Why aren't you all in the dining room? Dinner should have been ready by now," Alcina demanded, her tone sharp with irritation.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably under Alcina's gaze, her protective instinct kicking in as she sought to shield the girls from their mother's anger. "We were just spending some time together, Alcina. We'll be there shortly."

Alcina's response was a dismissive roll of her eyes, her frustration palpable as she turned on her heel and made her way to the dining room.

As they sat down to dinner, the atmosphere was thick with tension, the strained silence punctuated only by the clinking of silverware against porcelain. Alcina's mood cast a pall over the table, her brooding silence a stark contrast to the usual lively chatter that filled the air.

The daughters exchanged uneasy glances, their resentment simmering beneath the surface as they grappled with their mother's recent outburst. Y/N's heart ached at the palpable discord, her own frustration mingling with a sense of helplessness in the face of Alcina's wrath.

But amidst the awkwardness and resentment, Y/N found solace in the unwavering support of the Dimitrescu sisters, their presence a reminder that no matter the challenges they faced, they would weather them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.

As Y/N raced downstairs, her heart pounded in her chest with each step, adrenaline coursing through her veins at the revelation of Ethan Winters' presence in the castle. She found Alcina in the main hall, her imposing figure a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them.

"Alcina, what's happening?" Y/N's voice trembled with urgency as she approached her lover.

Alcina's gaze flickered with a mix of fury and determination as she turned to face Y/N. "Ethan Winters has escaped Heisenberg and infiltrated the castle. But don't worry, I'll deal with him."

Y/N's mind raced with a myriad of emotions, fear and concern warring within her as she processed Alcina's words. "What about the girls, Alcina? Are they safe?"

For a moment, Alcina remained silent, her expression unreadable as she locked eyes with Y/N. In that brief exchange, Y/N sensed the truth—the girls were still in the library, unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows.

Without waiting for a response, Y/N broke into a sprint, her feet pounding against the cold stone floors as she raced towards the library. Alcina followed close behind, her presence a reassuring presence in the face of uncertainty.

As Y/N rushed towards the library, her heart pounding with fear and urgency, she flung open the doors, relief flooding her as she laid eyes on the girls, safe and sound within the comforting embrace of books.

"Mămica, Mamă, what's going on?" Daniela's voice cut through the tension, her brow furrowed with confusion.

Before Y/N could respond, a deafening gunshot shattered the tranquility of the room, the sound reverberating off the walls as time seemed to slow to a crawl. Instinctively, Y/N moved to shield Bela, her body tensing in anticipation of impact.

But she was too late.

The bullet struck true, searing pain tearing through Y/N's abdomen as she staggered backward, the force of the impact sending her crashing to the ground. Shock and disbelief painted the faces of Alcina and the girls as they watched in horror, their cries of alarm echoing in the chaos that ensued.

Ethan Winters emerged from the shadows, his presence a menacing reminder of the danger that lurked within the castle walls. Y/N fought through the pain, her voice strained as she addressed him.

"Why are you here, Ethan?" she pleaded, desperation coloring her words.

But Ethan remained silent, his gaze cold and unyielding as he turned his attention to the Dimitrescu sisters and Alcina. Panic surged within Y/N as she watched him advance, her instincts screaming at her to protect her family at all costs.

With a fierce resolve, Y/N pushed herself to her feet, her body protesting with each movement as she positioned herself between Ethan and the ones she loved. "Stay back!" she warned, her voice trembling with a mixture of pain and determination.

But Ethan showed no signs of relenting, his gaze locked on his targets with a chilling intensity. With a resigned sigh, Y/N braced herself for the inevitable confrontation, her mind racing with thoughts of how to keep her family safe in the face of overwhelming odds.

As Y/N summoned the vines with her chlorokinesis, her focus shifted solely to protecting Alcina and the girls from the imminent threat of Ethan Winters. The tendrils of greenery twisted and coiled around Ethan, ensnaring him in a tight grip as she launched herself into the fray.

The girls and Alcina watched in stunned silence as Y/N unleashed her power, their eyes wide with astonishment at the revelation of her hidden abilities. The air crackled with energy as Y/N and Ethan clashed, each blow resonating with the weight of their opposing desires.

But despite Y/N's valiant efforts, Ethan proved to be a formidable opponent, his desperation driving him to strike out with renewed ferocity. As he delivered a final, devastating blow, piercing Y/N's abdomen with a merciless stab, a cry of anguish tore through the air.

With the last of her strength, Y/N summoned forth a vine, twisting it around Ethan's neck in a desperate bid for survival. With a sickening snap, his lifeless body crumpled to the ground, the threat he posed extinguished in an instant.

Exhausted and wounded, Y/N collapsed to the ground, her body trembling with the effort of her exertions. Alcina and the girls rushed to her side, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief as they surveyed the scene before them.

"Daniela, keep her awake!" Alcina's voice rang out, laced with urgency as she knelt beside Y/N, her hands trembling as she sought to staunch the flow of blood from her wounds.

The youngest Dimitrescu sister nodded frantically, her hands gentle as she cradled Y/N's head in her lap, her voice trembling with emotion. "Stay with us, Mămica. Please, don't leave us."

Y/N's vision blurred as she struggled to remain conscious, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she met Alcina's gaze with unyielding determination. "I'll protect you because... because I love you," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper before darkness claimed her, her body succumbing to the darkness that threatened to consume her.

With tender care, Alcina lifted Y/N into her arms, cradling her gently as she carried her to their room, the girls trailing behind in solemn silence. The journey felt endless, each step a testament to the weight of their collective worries as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of Castle Dimitrescu.

Upon reaching their sanctuary, Alcina laid Y/N upon the bed with infinite gentleness, her touch reverent as she began to tend to her injuries. With practiced precision, she cleaned and dressed Y/N's wounds, her movements deliberate as she worked to ease her lover's pain.

The girls watched with a mixture of awe and concern, their hearts heavy with the realization of Y/N's sacrifice. As Alcina finished her ministrations, they crawled into bed beside Y/N, seeking solace in the warmth of her embrace.

Bela nestled close to Y/N's side, her touch light as a feather as she draped an arm over her, while Cassandra snuggled against her other side, her breaths soft and steady against Y/N's skin. Daniela settled in the crook of Y/N's arm, her presence a soothing balm against the ache of her injuries.

Alcina took a seat in a large chair nearby, her eyes never leaving Y/N's form as she held vigil over her beloved. With a book in hand, she settled in for the long night ahead, the pages offering little distraction from the weight of her worries.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Y/N stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of the Dimitrescu sisters gathered around her bedside, their faces radiant with relief and joy.

"Mămica, you're awake!" Daniela exclaimed, her voice filled with unrestrained delight as she threw her arms around Y/N, her embrace warm and comforting.

Bela and Cassandra echoed their sister's sentiments, their smiles bright as they showered Y/N with affectionate hugs and whispered words of gratitude.

Alcina watched from the foot of the bed, her heart swelling with love and relief at the sight of Y/N awake and alert once more. With a soft smile, she approached Y/N, her gaze tender as she spoke.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Alcina began, her voice laced with sincerity. "For what happened last night, and for the hurtful words I spoke. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make amends and to work on controlling my temper."

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude at Alcina's apology, her own forgiveness offered freely as she reached out to take her lover's hand in hers. "Thank you, Alcina. I know we'll get through this together."

With the tension of the previous night lifted, the day unfolded with a sense of newfound peace and harmony. The Dimitrescu family spent the hours together, basking in the warmth of each other's company, the laughter of the girls filling the air with joy.

As they shared meals and shared stories, the bond between them grew stronger, their love for one another shining brightly amidst the shadows of their shared past. And as the day drew to a close, Y/N found solace in the embrace of her family, grateful for the second chance they had been given to cherish the moments they shared together.

[muffinsin]

Hello! I wanted to say that I really love your writing! Idk if you may have written a request like this or not but I was wondering how the Dimitrescu daughters would give G!P reader a handjob? Thanks so much!

Hey, hon! :) finally getting to this one XP I’ve decided to write this out as snippets, though! Hope y’all like it ;)

Masterlists

Bela

You squirm in your seat, your vision blurry from blinking tears away every few seconds.

Bela is- overwhelming, in the best ways.

You’re mewling as much as you’re moaning and groaning, panting and hissing.

Eventually, you open your eyes again, finding Bela’s intense golden ones.

Your wrists and ankles tied to the wooden chair you’re sat on, you can’t do a thing but squirm helplessly for her. With a sweet smile on her face, she hungrily pumps your dick more and more, cruelly even.

She’s ruthless, insatiable, even as your cock is sore and overly sensitive already and parts of her face and cleavage are painted white in your cum already.

You’ve lost count of how often she’s made you cum already, can only blink away the tears as you’re brought to orgasm over and over again for her.

Her hand works wonders on you, her movements quick but delicate, eager but measured and calculated.

She drags her fingertip along your sensitive tip each time she comes to the top, dipping and stroking, rubbing before her hand thrusts down again, slapping against your aching, drained balls.

You ball your hands into fists when you feel your next orgasm approaching again.

“Be-Bela”, you whimper, squirming and looking more pathetic than you’d have liked.

Bela, however, seems to drink in the sight of you, your desperation and desperation. She feels your cock throb in her hand, and decides to tease you even further, it seems.

Being entirely naked in front of you and jerking you off with her soft hand and strong fingers, there’s hardly anything you thought would be more erotic.

Then, she sticks out her tongue and leans into the space between your spread legs fully.

You groan and gasp watching her, the warm tip of her tongue sliding and pressing against your tip, her breasts pushed up for you to see.

You shiver as she licks and teases you, her hand jerking you off fast.

“Bela..!”, you moan, your thighs trembling, your fingernails digging into your palms.

In the end, you can’t stop yourself, groaning and twitching as you cum, your tense and sore cock aching and twitching as you empty your balls.

Again, wet cum slaps against her face and in her mouth and you force yourself to keep your eyes open in favor of watching the erotic display. What sticks to her face is cleaned by her fingers and tongue, then swallowed down.

“Very good! You can get me one more, little one”

It’s a promise, and an order.

Cassandra

She’s sat between your spread thighs, sucking and moving her hand at your cock, slowly jerking you off. Even with the sharp glare pointed at you, she looks positively adorable and tempting in the position.

Having supposedly tamed her after yet another bratty episode, you now have her between your legs, sucking and gagging on your hardened cock, warming it with her tight throat and massaging your balls with her strong hand and fingers.

Her face is messed already from the past half an hour of sucking at your cock. You don’t think you’ve seen a thing more erotic, her light makeup smeared across her face, her drool sticking to her thick lips and chin, your cum- wet and thick, new and dried- sticking to her cheeks and forehead.

She looks ready to kill you, despite the collar and leash you’ve managed to get around her throat. And still, she obeys when you tug the leash and make her throat you again.

She moans around you, as hungry for you as you are for her. You groan when she brings you right to the edge again, her mouth and hands Heaven-like.

“Fuck, yes-more”, you groan.

You don’t even notice your grip on the leash loosening a little, nor do you notice it when it drops to the ground eventually.

It’s as if you lose your control over her with it, the woman’s eyes somewhat darkening. With your eyes closed and mouth open, moaning and gasping as you get closer and closer to cumming down her throat again, you’re none the wiser to her movements and intentions.

That is, at least, until it’s too late.

You moan as you cum, feeling the sperm slowly drain from you, shoot from your tip and onto her warm, wet tongue.

You keep your eyes closed, lost in the blissful pleasure. You hear something snap, but don’t pay any mind to it, too exhausted from your orgasm.

“Wha-!”, you gasp, then, when you suddenly feel her hands at yours, the rope previously cutting into her wrists suddenly wrapped around yours.

“Cass!”, you hiss, but all your squirming and such helps you none now.

Even with the collar around her neck, she’s hardly in a vulnerable position, her eyes seductive and eager, the smirk on her lips telling.

You gasp when you’re pushed back into the armchair, your hands bound and legs pushed apart by her strong hands.

“Just relax, sit back, and enjoy yourself”, she teases, her tone low, her smile teasing and playful.

You hiss when her hand’s back on your sore cock, stroking your sensitive tip teasingly.

It hurts, almost, your cock so sensitive after your orgasm, but it feels so very good, too, and your sadistic girlfriend knows that fully well. And, as you know, she so very much loves to play with you.

“Mhmmm, I smell your arousal, little mouse”, she coos, her flies buzzing in excitement.

It seems there’s nothing cuter to her than you, squirming and whimpering, moaning and hissing in the thick armchair.

Her hand moves fast, her fingers around you tight, but creating perfect friction against your cum and spit soaked cock. She teases your tip and balls, all while with a sweet, but sadistic smile on her lips.

“A-Ah, fuck! Cass!”, you groan when you suddenly feel her teeth dig into your upper thigh.

You feel yourself be jerked off faster, closer to the orgasm you’re trying hard to deny her, sure you can somehow regain control of the situation.

Still, deep down you know it’s no use, her hand too skilled, your body so very responsive to your lover.

She giggles, perfectly aware of this, too, and when she licks all the way up your thigh and wraps her lips around your balls, you hear the chain of the leash as it moves with her.

“Mhmmm, yes, yes!”, she groans. You know, you can’t hold back any longer, especially when her hand tightens around you a little.

Your body lurches forward as you cum, your bound hands twitching, your thighs shaking. You can’t help but feel your face heat up as she keeps your cock right up, causing the cum to no longer hit her face, but rather your own stomach.

“That’s it, morsel”, she finishes with a teasing smile.

Daniela

You sit straight, your body tense, your eyes struggling to stay open. You’re just thankful no one’s attempting to talk to you.

Next to you sits Daniela, a cute smile on her lips. She looks so innocent, listening to her older sisters bicker.

All the while her hand is dropped below the table, her fingers tangled underneath your shorts and grasping your hardened cock.

You try not to pull anyone’s attention to you, yet feel your face heat up red and fight to keep quiet and still the better you begin to feel.

Daniela’s head rests on your shoulder. It seems, no one suspects her at all.

You’re hardly surprised. Your girlfriend is a lot better at keeping a poker face than you, really.

“Ah!”, you gasp when she squeezes your pulsing cock, but quickly manage to play it off in a series of coughs when Alcina’s head turns to you.

The thought of being beheaded the moment the mother of three finds out what’s happening underneath the table is motivation enough for you to stay quiet.

When you pick up your glass of water, your hand is shaking slightly and your arm’s trembling.

All you want is to grab your girlfriend’s naughty, wandering hand and pull her back to your shared bedroom. You want nothing but to plant her in the bed, to tear her clothing off her beautiful body like tearing the wrapping off a Christmas present, to push yourself deep into her and fuck her into oblivion.

Clearly, Daniela has different plans.

She shows no indication of stopping or even pausing, instead jerks you off faster and harder, clearly trying to make you cum right at the table.

You grit your teeth at the bratty and risky goal, but can’t help but feel a light wave of excitement at the thought, too.

She’s bold, and is getting even more so when her lips part and she becomes a part of the conversation.

You groan lowly, swallowing your moans with bits of water. Still, you begin to feel hot fast, your body on fire and cock aching and twitching in her soft, petite hands.

You squirm helplessly in your seat when the speed of her hand picks up, squeezing at your thick length and a fingertip sliding up and teasing at your tip.

You nearly choke on your water when her finger pushes down.

Again, you feel your orgasm coming faster and faster, though you know: you won’t be able to subtly cum.

As such, you allow your bratty, bold girlfriend to continue, more and more, with that sweet, innocent smile on her cute face.

You allow her to bring you right to the edge, then, when you’re gripping the table tightly already and are already almost hunched over, decide to intervene at last.

Daniela gasps under her breath when you reach down, roughly grasping her wrist and pulling her delicate hand from your warm underwear.

She looks at you, her wide eyes pleading, her cute bottom lip jutted out in a silent question, a plead for you to let her continue.

You squeeze her wrist tightly, a silent demand for her to obey.

It seems, for now she will. You know her obedience won’t last long, but can’t bring yourself to care.

Edged and overly eager to cum already, you want nothing more than to pull the beautiful woman from the table with you and bend her over the closest surface in private.

[reareaotaku]

Bloody Home

Summary: You are search of your baby, not knowing the dangers that lie ahead of you Tw/Cw: Blood, Gore, Death, Horror, Y/n is Rose's Mother/Married to Ethan, Yandere Themes, NSFW Themes, Obsession, Dubious Consent Themes? [They talk about fucking reader and it's implied the reader has no say], Forced Cheating Word Count: 2k+

Pt II:___ | Pt III:___ | Pt IV:___ | Pt V:____ [Almost made Mother Miranda into Father Mark, but I changed my mind]

The land was dark and cold, causing shivers to run down your body. The misty skies did nothing to ease you as you made your way through the forest. As you look over the horizon, you see a large Victorian-style mansion. You felt a strange pull towards the mansion and you knew you had to go there.

You traveled through the seemingly abandoned village. The snow-covered ground soaked your shoes. You heard a gunshot and the sound of flapping wings. You quickly find yourself into a house to hide from the creature.

You hear growls and a loud scream before silence. You peak through an opening and see a wolf like man devouring the flesh of a human being. You cover your mouth to stop yourself from the scream that nearly escaped.

You run through the village, before you run into a witch like lady.

"In life and in death, we give glory..."

"Uh, hello? I don't know if you noticed, but there's these- uh- creatures. You shouldn't be out. It's not safe."

She does not respond and you look at her confused.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

"Ah, it's you. The child's mother."

"Child? Do you mean Rose? My daughter is here? Where is she?"

"Rose, Rose, yes! She is in great danger. Since Mother Miranda brought her to the village, we have fallen into darkness."

"What are you talking about?"

Before the woman can respond, there is a chiming bell, causing your eyes to look up into the sky where the castle stood.

"The castle bell heralds danger. They're coming!"

"Who's coming? Whose Mother Miranda?" You try asking, but she shuts the gate on you, leaving you hoping for answers.

As you wonder around, you find this stone wall that led to the castle. It looked like it was missing two pieces and you probably had to find them. Luckily one was stored in a house nearby and you were led to Luiza house. Though, the doors were locked, frustrating you.

Thankfully you saw a little opening in the wall and where able to slip through and open the gate. Though as you opened it, you deemed the gesture pointless, as you were already inside. But, you were bombarded by a girl and her elderly father? who rushed in, thanking you for letting them in.

You knocked on the door, but no answer. The girl, Elena knocked, and a man opened the door with a shotgun to her face. He told her to hush, as she was drawing in the monsters. A woman's voice came from the back telling the man to let them in, but was confused when seeing you.

"You're not from the village?"

"No.. I'm uh, Y/n..."

"Well, if Elena trusts you... then so do I. Come inside, Y/n."

"Wait here, I'll check on the others."

You looked around the room, reading the letters and such, hoping the find the other piece of the stone wall. 'Mother Miranda' kept getting brought up and you were sure she was important. She didn't seem like any mother you had ever known and you sure were nothing like her. Just from what she had gathered, it seemed as if she was letting these creatures attacked the people here as she no longer saw any use for them.

You wondered if this Miranda woman knew how these creatures were made and if she allowed it to happened. They looked like they were once human, so you wondered if they were the humans from this village that had been experimented on- And now Mother Miranda had no use for the experiments and was letting the people die.

You shook your head, feeling the idea was stupid and over complex. Besides, it didn't make to much sense... But surely when did anything ever?

The lady, Luiza, lead you to the back where others where, but they didn't seem pleased to see you. They rebuked your involvement, thinking you would get them killed. Thankfully Luiza stood up for you.

"Please, Y/n, take a seat."

You were hesitant to sit down, but ultimately decided to, as to appease the others. You look around the room, before frowning.

"Are you all that's left? From the entire village?"

"All that's left? All that's left??"

You look towards the angry voice to see a man who looked angry. He stood and ran up on you.

"There is no one left! A worthless invalid! A stupid, wailing bitch- And you," He points to a lady in the corner.

'God,' You thought. 'Maybe those creatures should have taken this guy.'

"You drag a bloody man and an outsider in here like it's nothing... and expect us all to be safe?"

He goes on and on about how there is no safe, but you truly can pay his temper tantrum any mind. You needed that piece to open that wall so you could get your daughter back.

"That's enough! This house has protected my family for generations. And drunk or not, you re all welcome- and safe- in here."

"Whatever."

"What's even going on here?"

"We don't know. One day we were a quiet, devout village and the next the monsters came and attacked us. And they-they kept coming, and-"

"Wait, Luiza, where is your husband? Did they...?"

"No, n-no. He is out there... somewhere. He went to get help. Yes, yes, that's-that's it. He went to fetch help."

"Let us pray."

"For him... For all of us."

"Great one, hear our voice, together as one in reverence. We call on thee within the endless dark to deliver us into fate's hands. As the midnight moon rises on black wings, so we make our sacrifice and await the light at the end. In life and in death, we give glory, Mother Miranda."

"Now the tea should be ready."

As kind as some of the people had been, you truly wanted to find your daughter, not be stuck in some house.

"Come help me Elena, please."

That prayer- I've heard it before." You mumble mainly to yourself. There was an old woman near the graveyard."

"You mean the hag? Dumb bitch is crazy as a bag of rats."

His words didn't make much sense, as you had sensed something off about the woman.

"There is wisdom in her devotion, though." Luiza scolds the man. "And I hope it protected er as it shall protect us."

Leonardo laughs, before he falls on the table and the lattern falls, starting the light the carpet of fire.

"What the fuck are you doing?

"Leonardo, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

One of the men try to stop the fire and before you can help, you watch Leonardo stab Luiza with his machete. You run out the door, but the man gets ontop of you. Thankfully, Elena shots him, before the man can hurt you. She shoots him again when he tries to stand and you look at her in awe. You were impressed by this girl's skill.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Father..."

"Hey, hey. That isn't your father anymore. You did the right thing."

She tries to go for her burning father, but the whole place was collapsing and you quickly pulled her back, knowing you'd want the same done for your daughter.

You looked around for a key, before finding it in one of the kitchen drawers. You nearly jump with glee when finding it. There was also a screw driver, though you weren't sure what for. You start the car, hoping to bust out.

You weren't able to get past the second wall and hear Elena call your name. You felt stupid that it hadn't worked. You saw an area where you could climb and grabbed her as you both headed up.

You go up, but fall through. Thankfully you see a window and see your way out. Elena is quick to jump to fear because of the monsters, but you tell her there is nothing to fear and that it's going to be okay. You tell her you'll find her a safe house until you find your daughter that you assume is in that old castle.

"No! That place is full of nothing but blood and death. And I don't want to be alone while you're-" She stops midsentence when seeing her father. "Father?"

"Elena, no! That's not him- not anymore!"

"Elena!"

"He said my name! Father!" She goes down and you try grabbing her, realizing it wasn't safe, but it was to late. They both fall to their death as you watched horrified.

You jump out the window, before jumping to the ground. You go over to the closed area and use the screwdriver to unlock it and grab the other stone piece.

You go to open the gate, only to hear gunshots, confusing you.

"Stop! Mother Miranda!"

You open the door to see a woman holding the man from before.

"Hey!" You yell, to no vain.

She then kills him, causing you to gasp. She laughs, before disappearing.

"Who was- what was that??"

You go through the grassy areas, before seeing the hag, becoming relieved, even if you had felt strange about her before.

"Death. Yes. Death has visited them all!" She then laughs, freaking you out a little. You decide to ignore her and head towards the wall, of which you put the last stone into. The walls open, causing you to cheer in glee.

You go across the bridge and are led up a staircase. It led you to... a winery? You go to pull a lever, before hearing a man's voice.

"Well, well. Didn't think anyone was left! You must be pretty tough, huh?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Oh, you're not local! Even better."

You're then stabbed and you fall unconscious.

--

"The woman is of no use to anyone else. And my daughters do so love... well, pretty women. Furthermore, I can assure if you entrust the mortal to House Dimitrescu-"

You awake to see a creepy doll, taking you aback.

"My daughters and I shall take extra good care of her. She will not bother you in the slightest."

"Out of the way, ugly! I want to see-oh! She's awake!"

"You mean- Y-you mean?"

"Both of you, shut the fuck up!"

"You mean you'll fuck around with her in private, and where's the fun in that? Give her to me and I'll put on a show that everybody can enjoy."

"Oh, so gauche. No one wants to watch you fuck some mortal. Please! What do we care for bread and circuses? Keep it in your pants."

"Yack, yack. And if that woman is fucked to where she can't walk in the castle- blah, blah, blah!"

"I've heard all your arguments. Some of you were less persuasive than others, but... I've made my decision. Heisenberg. The woman's fate is in your hands."

"Mother Miranda. I must protest! Heisenberg is but a child and his devotion to you is questionable. Give the mortal to me and I will ensure she is... pleased."

"Shut your damn hole and don't be a sore loser! Go find your next fuck somewhere else."

"Quiet now, child! Adults are talking."

"I'm the child? You're the one who's arguing with Miranda's decision!"

"You wouldn't know responsibility if it was welded to that hammer."

"Oh, keep growing, one day your head might actually fit your ego!"

"Fight, fight, fight, fight!"

"Hey, don't I get a say in this?"

"Silence!" Miranda's wings open, causing everyone to hush. "My decision is final, there will be no argument. Remember from whence you came!"

"Thank you, mother."

"Lycans and gentle man, we thank you for waiting! And now let the games begin!"

"Let's see what you're really made of Y/n Winters. Get ready!" He slams down your chains and counts down as you are forced to run, not knowing what he'd do if he catches you.

You run down the tunnel, ignoring the voice, hoping they don't get to your head. They spoke of you as if you were some pet- A play thing even.

"Very nice, Y/n!"

You made it to a cave, only for Heisenberg to land infront of you. He swings at you, but then you start falling? You were unsure of what was going on, as you were in so much pain.

"You're still alive? Impressive... I will have so much fun with you."

The walls start to cave in, but you quickly find some boards and bang them open. You rush through the tunnel, before finding a hide out spot and getting your hands unchained. Those freaks- They must have Rose, your baby.

You ran about, before finding the place you had been at before. You pulled the lever and are lead back outside. You head up the hill, and a man comes out of a wagon.

"I've been waiting for you Miss Winters."

"How do you know my name?"

"Anyone who is anyone has heard of the likes of you. A hero searching for her daughter. Though I must say, that castle arouses suspicion."

"No shit. But so do you."

He laughs, waving you off. "I am but a humble merchant."

"Here?"

"Forgive my manners, call me the Duke. Now to business."

"Weapons, ammunition, healing salves- Anything you desire, I can provide."

You have little money, so you go on your way. You open the doors to the castle, before heading in and seeing a portrait of 3 noble ladies. You head around, before hearing a scream- Catching you off guard.

You go to read a sign, but you are stopped by three women.

"Looking for Rose?"

They corner you, before one of them pushes and stabs you. "Oh, you're very pretty. We'll have fun with you."

[charlessmiths-wife]

here - have some hcs about how the RE8 women would help you when you’re feeling a bit down! Bc we all know stress would be a lot easier to handle with some of our fave evil women by our side <3 ❤️💕💗💓

RE8 WOMEN COMFORTING YOU WHEN STRESSED/UPSET

ALCINA

-> In my mind Alcina sort of freaks out the first time she sees you get really stressed

-> she’s not been comforted much herself in her life, so she’s not entirely sure how to do it.

-> at first, she’s a tad maternal about the whole thing. she’s accustomed to comforting her daughters, however - she soon learns there’s a difference between the comfort of a mother and the comfort of a partner

-> and so with time, I reckon Alcina shifts and grows into an excellent partner to have around in instances of stress. she’s calm, she’s cool and collected. she’ll reason with you and rationally talk you down from your stress - before doing something with you to take your mind off it. maybe going for a walk or taking you on a date.

-> either way, your stress always dissipates with Alcina’s help.

BELA

-> Ugh. She can relate.

-> Bela is a stressed girlie herself, it’s something she’s accustomed to - therefore it’s something she’s used to dealing with.

-> She’d be very helpful. She’d talk it through with you, I reckon Bela is a great listener - and she’d hold you close whilst letting you talk about it for as long as you need.

-> picture this, your head on Bela’s chest, her fingers slowly stroking and combing through your hair whilst you tell her about all your worries, and she softly hums and nods along. being there for you every step of the way. who wouldn’t feel better?

CASSANDRA

-> lmao

-> Cassandra is the love of my life, so I can confidently admit that for a while babygirl would have NO IDEA what she’s doing

-> I think Cassandra is a very rational woman, and so seeing you upset immediately makes her think there’s some sort of immediate threat that needs sorting out.

-> so her initial reaction might be more… panicked than the calm and cool response you might see from the rest of her family members

-> however once you assure her you’re in no harm or danger, she’ll calm down, and then she can get to comforting you.

-> because she’s so rational, Cassie is EXCELLENT at providing advice for your situation.

-> she’ll sort whatever’s upsetting you out instantly. she’s just that good.

-> and, of course, she’ll do her best to comfort you along the way. Pressing a kiss to your forehead and reminding you how proud she is of you. I’m in love.

DANIELA

-> babygirl is like a KOALA BEAR

-> when Dani can tell your stressed/generally upset, she’ll cling to you. cuddling up with you as much as she can and not letting you go.

-> “oh my poor baby! come here, lie down with me.”

-> she’ll pepper your face with kisses. all whilst letting you complain all you need about whatever’s getting you down.

-> she’ll also join in on the complaining. which is just… so funny?

-> “ugh, I’m sorry about your boss my love…. she sounds like a total jerk!” “… you don’t know her, Dani.” “Still!”

-> it’s just very loving from her. as she is with everything. she’ll hold your hand and kiss you softly and tell you how loved you are, and remind you that you’ll always have her.

DONNA

-> the first time she sees you stressed or upset - DONNA. FREAKS. OUT.

-> somehow even more than Cassandra and Alcina combined.

-> however, as time passes and you guys get to know each other more and more… Donna becomes amazing?

-> she can instantly tell when somethings getting you down. and from there she acts as a silent but strong presence. she’ll guide you through whatever’s getting you down.

-> her go to plan is to run the pair of you a bath, and then cook you dinner. I head cannon Donna is an EXCELLENT cook and she knows how to cook up a comforting and hearty dish that’ll make you feel just better.

-> she’s very good at dealing with the emotional aspect of it all. she might not always know exactly what advice to give, but she is an EXCELLENT listener and she’ll always do her absolute best to calm you down. rubbing your back and holding you close, wiping your tears if needs be.

-> (can you tell im a massive Donna girlie?)

MIRANDA

-> surprisingly, she’s excellent.

-> Miranda’s well accustomed, in my mind, to dealing with you being upset/stressed about a situation.

-> she knows if you need comforting or advice.

-> if it’s comforting you need, she’ll pull out all the stops. running you a bath, rubbing your back, letting you talk it out.

-> if it’s advice you need, Miranda is excellent. she’ll help you sort your situation out as quick as possible.

-> no matter what, she’ll brew you a cup of tea and remind you not to let things get you down. she reminds you of the importance of only concerning yourself with what you can control.

-> she’ll tell you how well you’re doing, and how loved you are. kissing you softly and resting your forehead against hers. she makes the world calm down for you.

[bee-nutauthor]

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[ilovedonnabeneviento]

Heisenberg dgaf

[shogvnate]

Insomnia. headcannons

re8 ladies with a s/o who's an insomniac

contains; mother miranda, mia winters, alcina dimitrescu, donna beneviento, bela dimitrescu, cassandra dimitrescu, daniela dimitrescu.

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🐦‍⬛ mother miranda

honestly she's also an insomniac herself so it's not really a problem for her

if you're not busy, she'll ask you to accompany her while she's doing late night experimenting.

she's… surprisingly domestic?

she doesn't talk much when it's late (she doesn't talk much in general though), and you don't either so it works out.

sometimes forgets that you're not a mutant like her, but when she remembers she'll help you fall asleep. She'll find a way, she's a scientist, after all, a mad one at that. Nothing is impossible with her.

entertains you with her crows if her experiments get too dangerous for you.

the type to make you play chess with her over a cup of tea.

you have zero idea how to play so she teaches you.

???

how did the two of you end up playing uno??

…

why are the two of you playing go fish now?

🪡 donna beneviento

also an insomniac

but she's not as noticeable because she wears a veil and no one really sees her face.

late night reading, not healthy for both of your eyes but who cares?

donna is surprisingly active at night (not like that).

living with her includes hearing the kitchen being rummaged at 3 am only to find out it's her trying to cook pasta.

either that or she's trying to find her missing tool.

she can be forgetful sometimes and you are too, but remember, two negatives makes a positive! (you two still haven't found where your blue pen went.)

makes you and herself some soothing lavender tea.

she wears her hair down when it's late, and she's fucking gorgeous goddamn.

the sight of her alone makes you sigh dreamily.

you don't need sleep, you're already living the dream.

angie bites your toes if you look at donna funny for too long.

🍷 alcina dimitrescu

for the love of all that is holy, please stop trying to scare the maidens, it's 2 in the morning.

she's very tired.

she's the opposite of an insomniac, her line of work makes her really cranky at night.

technically she doesn't need sleep, but it's refreshing so she does it and hates when she's disturbed.

just imagine having to be a single milf girlboss with a massive dump truck, must be tiring for her, damn.

sorry. anyway, she'll find a way to help you.

perhaps you need medicine? she can give the Duke a quick late night call and make either Cassandra or Bela fetch them (because she doesn't trust the maidens will come back alive if she sent them this late.)

sits up with you until you're tired, but all the time she'll look like someone who hadn't had a blink of sleep since 500 b.c.

you decide to help her sleep instead, you don't mind.

so you ended up being cuddled by her while she's in her deep sleep, yay!

❄ mia winters

she's tired, not like alcina kind of tired, but just tired.

at some point in the night, she noticed you're not sleeping next to her, again, which made her wake up and get you.

you make her feel safe and when you're not there she gets reminded of her Louisiana days, which, isn't fun.

depending on the day, she can either haul you back to bed for her to cuddle or ask you whether you need something to calm your nerves.

stays up with you, but falls asleep in the end.

cuddling on the sofa with her is heaven so you don't mind.

in the morning you'll be so sore and stiff though, because when she cuddles, she's not even a koala, she's literally merging with you.

her warmth usually brings you to sleep, it's likely her general comforting presence that helps you.

buys you medicine to help with your insomnia if you ask so, but she'll do it tomorrow.

for now, she'd like to rest.

🦇 bela dimitrescu

contrary to alcina, the three of her daughters, and especially, bela, are insomniacs.

they do random shit at 1 in the morning.

one time bela got dragged into having a karaoke session, which meant you also got dragged by the other two sisters (read: daniela).

it's fun though, you got a good laugh from them.

which is great considering your insomnia is making you more and more mentally exhausted.

once they all let their energy out, bela can finally get some time with you.

bela may or may not bring you to her bedroom, depending on whether or not her sisters will tease her for it.

doesn't know how to make tea, so don't hope she does or ask her for it.

silence.

it gets really awkward when she's just sitting there staring at you and expecting you to just get bored and sleep.

you end up having candlelit dinner? breakfast? at 3 am.

🗡️ cassandra dimitrescu

as mentioned before she also has insomnia. she sometimes still manages to sleep though, but it usually happens at day or at random times.

after the whole late night shenanigans, usually she's the most tired because she matches daniela's endless energy but also bela's crankiness.

she enjoys laying down doing particularly nothing so expect her to lay on the same bed as you while staring blankly at the ceiling.

when asked she usually takes a few moments to respond, and as it turns out, she accidentally slept with her eyes open. kinda neat.

she's also like daniela, she can't sit still.

may make random small talks before she just… had it.

so she decided to ask you to spar with her in the armor room.

if you're tired, she'll suggest doing something else like taking a walk around the castle.

one time she's feeling generous, she actually asked you to waltz on the grand hall.

she still remembers the steps despite being dead for God knows how long but you absolutely have zero idea how to waltz.

and you're losing your shit whenever she smiles at you softly.

how uncharacteristic for the murderous vampire who gouged a maid's eyes out for looking at you wrong.

needless to say, your nights are always productive with cassandra.

🌹 daniela dimitrescu

with daniela, it's like gambling your sanity.

there's half the chance that she's feeling hyper that night, or the other being that she's feeling hella tired and doesn't want to be disturbed by the maids. (meaning if she sees someone messing up while she's in this mood, there'll be one more barrel in the cellar.)

either way, none of them meant anything good for you.

drags you to the library to read her stories, more often than not, she's asking you to read her fairy tales which is super valid. I also love them.

makes you play with her hair while you're reading.

very unpredictable, no wonder she's dimitrescu's wild card.

she sleeps when her energy runs out, which may take a long time.

she sleep talks, mostly slurring out your name or whining about how cassandra is always so unfair to her.

softly snores

you always end up being the one cleaning her mess if a maid died that day.

[wholelottawidows]

my favorite type of bra 🙌🤭

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[alcinas-big-ass-simp]

~ Your Lady Dimitrescu's fourth daughter + The sibling of the Dimitrescu sisters ( Your a hive mind of fruit flies ) ~

Note: obviously like the title says your Lady Dimitrescu's fourth daughter and you're made of fruit flies- This just randomly came to me and I thought it would be really cute dhshdhs + this is how Lady Dimitrescu and her three daughters would treat you as their New kid / new younger sister!

Honestly you guys maybe not like this but I have too- to satisfy my cravings for this-

• I don't even think you want to know how you got in this predicament—

• But anyways when Mother Miranda was creating you, she hoped for a different outcome or a better outcome then the other experiments she has done with blowflies. Because fruit flies are smaller and they only eat fruit, maybe that will give her a better result!!

• Nope. You came out exactly the same as the other blowfly experiments that she has done in the past, you came out a bit smaller at 5 feet and 4 inches and you only have a craving for fruit. She should have honestly guessed that this would happen but now she has a girl that is made of a hive mind of fruit flies-

• Yeah, we should have guessed this but she instantly told Lady D to take care of you and write down the progress of your development like she has with her other daughters.

• But now you are going to live with the Dimitrescu family..

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• When she first met you and got told that she will be taking care of you by Mother Miranda, her motherly instincts instantly went off! Just looking at your confused small quivering form made her dead heart ache,,, but she had to stay calm in front of Mother Miranda- So she just kept her cool and acted normal until Mother Miranda left

• When Mother Miranda left, she couldn't act calm any longer and instantly picked you up in her arms like one would do with a cat that they simply adored. She couldn't help herself! You are so so tiny compared to her daughter's and her, she can probably hold you with one hand from how small you are! She swore from this day on she will protect you with her life

• From that day you officially became the baby of the family! And Alcina is so so overprotective of you because of it, she is so scared to even let you go outside because of how small you are and that you know nothing about defending yourself in this new form! You are completely vulnerable to any hunters or robbers and she simply cannot have that!!

• Even if you get a small injury like a scraped knee or something, she will be all over you for weeks- she's so scared of something happening to you and so the way she combats her worry is holding you like a baby until you get better- she will legit carry you around the house like a baby in her arms for weeks, she only puts you down when you need to eat and do your business-

• But besides her being really overprotective of you, she's really affectionate too! Since her daughter's are older now and everything, they don't need to be babied as much as they used too and spend a whole bunch of time with her like they did when they were new here!

• But now you're here!! Your new and confused with your new form + cravings- And She is willing to teach everything you need to know about your new form + everything! She's so excited to have you around, maybe with you around she won't be kind of lonely anymore—

• And like I said she's really affectionate! She loves to have you snuggled up into her side when she doing paperwork for her wine business or anything else, she loves being with her new baby!! She's willing to stop anything if you come to her wanting cuddles or anything affectionate- She simply can't miss an opportunity to be with you!

• Btw she is going to get a painter to paint so many portrait of you, she does not care how much it cost—

• Oh oH OH- When mother introduced you to her saying you will be her new younger sister now, she was kind of skeptical at first but you're so small and weak- And she knows mother won't bring in someone that can possibly hurt them. She trusts her mothers instincts!

• After all that was said and done, she quickly grew attached to you! You're her younger sister after all and it's her job as the oldest sister to help you!! And she takes this job very seriously- She wants to be the one to teach you about your new form and Cravings since she read a book on almost every type of fly when she was researching one day.

• So obviously she should be the best choice to teach you these things! And she does! She has you sitting on her lap as she's sitting on her chair reading to you more about fruit flies and type of healthy fruit for fruit flies but she can get kind of feisty when anyone dares interrupts this moment between you two.

• She takes her job as you older sister very seriously like I said! So if you ever feel sad or stressed or maybe you're confused about something, she instantly wants you to come to her since she wants to be the one to teach you and after you overcome your problem she will praise you like no other- So many praises coming out of her mouth as she snuggles you closer into her chest

• But if she's doing something and you need her you're going to have to wait a couple minutes, she loves you but she needs to get this done first— But after she's finished with what she's doing she'll gladly do whatever you have planned in mind as long as it's safe or if you just need advice!

• And if you need to take a break from the other siblings, her room is always open for you to chill in! She loves you a lot and she knows how it can be overwhelming sometimes but surprisingly, her behavior is the calmest out of the siblings when it comes to you-

• Flat out going to say this, she did not trust you for like a good 2 weeks— You were not on her good side for some unknown reason, Bela and Daniela had to make sure Cassandra wasn't going to try to kill you or something-

• But in reality Cassandra was just making sure you were not a threat in disguise! So she just simply watched from a far for 2 weeks just to make sure- But she did find it quite cute how's the rest of the family interacted with you, it made her feel some things too

• After the time period of 2 weeks, from your perspective she completely changed as a different person- she was cold, mysterious and would always watch you from behind to teaching you how to defend yourself, cuddling with you on her bed and being very very overprotective of you like Alcina—

• After seeing how defenseless and weak you are, she couldn't help but want to train you how to defend yourself at least a little bit! It's just in case but like- I mean- You always have your sisters or mom around to protect you so it's kind of pointless in the end- But she finds it very fun to teach you cuz she can rant about techniques for hours and no one in the house will listen to her except for you-

• Tho sadly she can't teach you the cool and difficult moves because Alcina won't allow it because of your small frame and she just doesn't want you to get hurt- But that's okay, Cassandra can just have you watch her as she does the cool and difficult ones! She does like having a little hype girl cheering her on as she trains

• And you should have guessed it, she loves cuddling! Specifically on her bed! Her bed is her comfort place and somewhere where she feels like she doesn't have to be all big and confident in front of everyone, so it really helps her relax to cuddle with you in her bed!

• Oh my black god— When she saw you and got told you will be her younger sister, she squealed! She was so happy, she always wanted a younger sister and someone to take care of! It was like her prayers have been answered! She was all over you and loving up on you

• She was very very excited to get to know you and have fun with you! But don't worry, she won't play with you as rough as she plays with her other siblings- She's very very gentle with you like you are a piece of glass that can break any second. So her activities with you normally consist of her reading books to you, cuddling, playing innocent games like hide and seek + etc!

• You don't know how excited she is to read you all of her favorite stories as you cuddle with her! She can sit there for hours reading to you, seriously sometimes Bela or Cassandra have to drag you away from Daniela since she gets too engaged in the story and doesn't realize how much time that has passed-

• Yeah, it becomes a problem- Cuz she also does it when she's cuddling with you too. Time just flies by so fast for her! She really wants to keep holding you longer and snuggle into you more but your other siblings and your mommy need time with you too sadly

• She wishes she can have you all to herself some days, she can be kind of needy when she wants to hang out with you but there's no ill intentions behind it! She just loves you a lot and misses you a lot too, if she doesn't see you around the house she will panic even if you're outside doing something or something else—

• Her separation anxiety is popping off with you

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Yeahhh— This is what I do when I have no requests hfhdhhfhdhd + sorry if there's any mistakes I'm kind of sleepy right now lol

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[moonysreid]

headcanons on the re8 ladies when ur on ur period ✨

tw// periods, period pain, and mentions of blood

(this is quite short)

alcina dimitrescu

she is straight on the money. alcina knows you’re on your period before you even do - of course she notices the change in both your demeanour and even your smell. silently curses all/any higher power for the fact that you have to endure such pain each month. alcina does not like you to be left alone - she insists on using the desk in her room to work or if she has to leave then a maid is stationed outside the door to your shared rooms

bela dimitrescu

bela very vaguely already knew the concept of a period but was still quietly concerned at the sight/smell of blood coming from you. all but refuses to leave your side and will slightly panic whenever you hunch over during bad cramps. will definitely call donna and find out different ways in which she can help you relax

cassandra dimitrescu

how dare something cause you so much pain? at first she isn’t sure what has happened - she sees/smells blood and you in pain and decides that someone must pay for hurting you. is wholeheartedly against the fact that your body is ‘torturing’ you. she would definitely threaten a maid or two to find ways to alleviate your pain

daniela dimitrescu

again dani is not used to periods and will most definitely freak out when you’re bleeding and in pain - rushing to alcina panicking about you bleeding. i feel like you would have to explain it through a couple of times for her to calm down fully - but that’s not to say she’s not instantly trying to find ways to lessen the pain.

donna beneviento

all the comfort you could imagine. she is constantly trying to find ways in which she can stop you being in pain. you get the full works - teas, hot compresses, herbs, and tonics. she seems to be calm but if angies panicked running in circles when you groan in pain is anything to go by then she’s probably just pretending to be calm. poor donna just doesn’t like seeing you in pain

[urf4vsc0rpio]

hi scorpio. seeing the words "freak scale" in a pretty cursive font is something i never though id ever lay my eyes on. and yet here we are.

how about fluff cutie patootie romance sweetie pie scale? 1-10 of course. we gotta make sure ur wife isnt lacking.

-dani lovr xoxoxo freak bot

Dimitrescu Sisters Fluff Scale

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Nothing just fluff, def ooc

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: -

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I thought it would be funny HAHHAHA Nways dinner is served <3

I had to lay on the floor sm times just thinking abt what else to add

Bela Dimitrescu

Fluff Scale: 11/10

Look me in the eye and tell me this woman is NOT touch starved. Exactly, you can't bcs it's true

Sure she's busy most of the time but that doesn't mean she won't make time for cuddles

Poor girl is constantly stressed and done w her sisters shenanigans, give her a hug...

"Mmm..." She would mumble w her face buried in your chest as you ran your fingers through her hair, asking her how her day went.

When u guys first dated, I don't think she'd enjoy physical touch that much but would soon warm up to it and demands it always every damn time

You could walk into her room, see her busy and stressed n allat. The second you sat yourself in her lap, she'd immediately drop everything she was doing just to pull you closer and bury her face in your neck/chest while mumbling how much she missed you or how nice you smell

Waking up early? Don't even think about it, she'd whine and pull you closer "Don't go...just a few more minutes..." proceeds to cuddle in bed for an hour. R u gonna complain? HELL NO

Oh you're cooking? Would stand behind you with her arms wrapped around your waist and her face buried in your neck. "Bela I'm cooking..." "You can manage"

The second you open your arms, she'd immediately launch herself into your embrace.

Enjoys having her hair played w

Little playful nibbles and kisses have her heart

Would definitely kiss you all over just to hear you laugh

She's definitely the type to purposely brush her fingers against yours

Adjusts your collar, scarf, or hair with focused care, showing her attention to detail and thoughtfulness.

Would tots rest her forehead against yours after a kiss

Cup her face and she'd immediately lean into your touch with a happy hum. Trust me on this, I can confirm this fact cuz I'm married to her w 2 cat babies.

Def goes to u when her day is shit, crawling into bed and just laying on top of u, resting her head against ur chest to listen to ur heartbeat

Ur heartbeat = Absolute comfort

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Fluff Scale: 8/10

Bold but starved that's fo sho

Def wouldn't shy away from physical affection once she’s comfortable with her lover. Lowkey a natural flirt but also secretly craves genuine closeness which she masks with her playful teasing bcs idk...she's just built like that. Skibidi Alpha core

"Hah! Me? Touch starved!? Never!" While having you trapped in her embrace, refusing to let you go when you tried to squirm away just to prove her wrong

Would casually initiate lil touches but lingers longer than necesarry despite saying she doesn't care abt physical touch cuz it's stupid

100% would tackle u down playfully, saying that it's "just for fun and to test your strength" when in reality this is her way of seeking closeness w u w/o asking for it and embarrassing herself...cough and her ego cough cough

Pulls you into her lap w no shame whenever u two r alone "What? I can't pull my lover into my lap anymore?"

She’d want to be the only one you touch or hold and wouldn’t hesitate to make it known.

When u two r alone, Cassandra would soften. She’d lay her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, maybe even play w ur hair

Think of a manly dude cuddling his gf, immediately acts like he wasn't just whining softly when he saw her recording. Yea that's her.

Bold but starved that's fo sho

Grumbles when u point out how much she enjoys cuddling, says she's just bored but refuses to let u escape her grip

Def wouldn't shy away from physical affection once she’s comfortable with her lover. Lowkey a natural flirt but also secretly craves genuine closeness which she masks with her playful teasing bcs idk...she's just built like that. Skibidi Alpha core

She'd never admit it but she craves being held as much as she loves holding u. After a stressful day, she might just pull you close and rest her head on ur chest, staying silent but clearly seeking comfort which u happily give

Daniela Dimitrescu

Fluff Scale: 13/10

No words, just look at her.

This woman is CLINGY and she is PROUD.

Clings onto you whenever she can

Around you 24/7, either standing near u or just all up in ur personal space, clinging onto u like a koala

"This is y/n, she loves her personal space" "This is Daniela, Daniela also loves y/n's personal space"

Would be all over her you, always seeking physical contact. Whether it’s holding hands, cuddling, or resting her head on their shoulder, she craves constant reassurance through touch.

Being close to u = Ultimate comfort

Unbothered by how clingy she is, as long as ur aware of how much she loves u (and ur personal space)

Would tackle u before saying "Just wanted to be near u :3"

Kisses out of the blue

Just like Bela, she enjoys having her hair played w

Would pout and whine when u try to get up "Dani I need to piss..." "Okay and??"

Would giggle mischievously when she manages to pull u back down, clearly happy that she got her way

Eventually (reluctantly...rlly reluctantly) lets u go when u genuinely need to go somewhere

Also like Bela, wouldn't let u leave her bed "It's too early to get readyy!! Stay with mee" Proceeds to miss breakfast

She’d insist on sitting in your lap or making u sit on her lap, laying her head in your lap, curling up beside you with her arms wrapped tightly around you, just anything that involves being near u, she loves it

If cuddling was a sport, she'd ALWAYS win.

You'd be the first person she finds after a hard day, wordlessly throwing herself into your arms

Drama queen.

"You...you refuse to give me the affection I so desperately crave...?" you just said you were busy "Oh! I am hurt!" W her hand against her forehead and the other one on her chest "This is torture!"

Ur nightly cuddles consist of Daniela either falling asleep in ur arms or falling asleep w u in her arms, clinging onto you tightly as if you might just disappear if she were to loosen her grip.

When she’s feeling emotional or scared, Daniela would def crawl into your arms and cling to you silently, just needing the reassurance of your presence. "Bad day?" "Mhm..." "I got you, lovebug. I'm here" "Mm..." followed by small sniffles while u trace gentle patterns on her back which btw have I mentioned that she loves it when u do that? It's like the ultimate source of calm

She’d love giving and receiving soft, lazy kisses

Def enjoys playfully nibbling u.

[muffinsin]

Hiya, really been enjoying your work lately, so thank you for your time and effort :)

Basically this ask is a very loose idea so u can take it however u want. But the basic idea is Dom G!P-Reader x Dimi Sisters (Separately) where the Dimi sisters have been bratty as hell lately and so Reader in the dead of night, brings them down to the center of the village and Rails them for all to hear as punishment. And nobody Sane is gonna look outside, cause there are monsters about, but Reader definitely intends to be heard.

Anyway that’s basically the idea, once again thank you for your time and effort with these asks and hope u have a nice day/evening/night

Oh, now that's a delicous ask, hon! ;P

Let's get into this :)

Masterlists

Bela

She's blushing a little as you bring her along, your grip on her petite wrist tight, but not forceful. She allows after you obediently, this once, having given you nothing but trouble this week.

Now, she knows, you've got enough of it. Of her snarky comments and responses, her eye rolls, her little huffs or sarcastic little remarks. She knows she's been a brat, yes. Bela fully knows she's frustrated you to no end, too, her pretty mouth spilling nonesense, one bothersome, snarky comment after another.

Only is she a little unsure about what you're doing here.

She finds herself brought to the village in the middle of the night, dressed in little but her white robe that she wears to bed, the straps tight against her shoulders. The air is warm, still. The cold is never an issue in winter, she finds. And so, she doesn't mind how little protective clothing she has on, dressed only in her heels and in the nightdress and her panties below it.

As she looks down and spots her rock hard nipples poke against the fabric of her thin dress, even sees the light outline of them due to the white nature of the clothing, she can't help but blush.

Perhaps she should have taken the time to change, even as you insisted she follows now.

She stops only when you get all the way to the statue in the centre and you pause. You cross your arms, facing her at last, your expression a rather hard one.

You know, your girlfriend is not one to let you devour her in front of others directly. However, Bela grows more and more aroused knowing someone is near, perhaps near enough to hear, even. She always becomes a tad bit wetter when someone is around, just out of sight, just out of earshot. Usually, that is a maid.

Never would the polite, headstrong, perfect daughter of Alcina Dimitrescu allow someone to actually catch her, of course! Or even hear her, she would insist.

Sadly, your pretty girlfriend is a screamer. Your ilttle songbird is quite vocal, especially when she just feels so, so good.

As such, you usually move your hand across her mouth, sparing her the embarassment of her sisters hearing it and teasing her relentlessly for days, as well as your own skin, for you're sure her mother would not hesitate to attempt to sever your head from her body should she hear, insisting you're defiling her daughter or what not.

Perhaps, she's not wrong.

You do so love doing such filthy things to your brat, after all.

Especially when she's got a mouth on her, as she has recently.

This time, though, it's a little different. This time, she will be heard.

Humiliation. A proper punishment for your sweet songbird, the kind that has her get wet and feel sweet shame, the kind that shocks her back into behaving, even as the brat in her craves for more of this treatment. Living in the perfect world and having to portray the perfect, headstrong Dimitrescu heiress, Bela does so love it when you take charge for her, when you break her down. Always forceful, but never too rough.

Humiliation, it is.

She moans lowly, a rare sound at this volume, as you bring her closer and push your lips to hers. And while she originally attempts to fight you playfully, trying to win out against your tongue with her own, she submits fairly fast, her mind reeling with what else she could throw at you to truly make you snap.

Ah, to make a top snap. A brat's dream.

Or your brat's dream, certainly.

She hums against your lips, smirking briefly until she feels your hands wander to the straps of her dress. Her golden eyes widen a little and a gasp falls from her lips when you tug it forcefully, exposing the upper part of her cleavage, the top of her breasts visible, now.

"Here?", she gasps, her eyes wide, any snarky remark she was about to make pulled from her mind, now. Still, there's a smile playing on her lips. She trusts you, and foolishly believes that despite her brattiness, you will still help her keep quiet.

Alas, she ought to know;

Only good girls receive such guidance. And unfortunately for your pretty girlfriend, she is entirely incapable of being quiet when her sensitive body is fondled and your cock drills into her.

"Off", you simply command, shaking your head a little when you see a playful smirk play on her lips.

"Mhmm...no", she hums playfully, giggling when she notices you grip the strap of her night dress a little tigher. She presses herself closer to you, batting her long eyelashes at you, her thick lips curled to a playful smile.

"You do it", she adds, giggling to herself when you shake your head at her. Still, your cock pulses between your legs already, growing harder each moment you're with her and each moment you fantasize about what you're about to do.

As such, you quickly grow impatient, grabbing at her clothing and tugging it from her, up above her head, and lick your lips as you see her breasts bounce, then settle again.

Her nipples are hard, her porcelain skin momentarily covered in goosebumps as the night's air traces her flesh.

She's shoked at your impatience, gasping when your hand falls and a finger hooks into the front of her white panties.

Only now does she become awfully aware of where you are, of how exposed she would be if a villager was to step outside their home. They'd see her smooth skin, her perky breasts and nipples, her long legs, and- she's sure- soon also her shaven pussy, utterly sensitive when you pet it.

"What was that, Bela?", you hum, your boxers and pants almost unbearably tight on you as you tug her closer yet again. While your fingertips are hooked firmly into her panties, you feel her soft, sensitive pussy beneath it. You can't help but wonder whether she's wet already, and the thought only makes you breathe out lowly in return. She does always get so wet so very fast for you...

"I-", she starts, though finds herself at a loss of words yet again when you tug her underwear down. A bright pink blush heats up her cheeks as you guide her to step out of them. She feels so utterly exposed, far more so than ever before, and almost feels like a deer in the headlights, her bratty attitude gone and replaced by an almost shy one.

You tug her closer yet again, chuckling when her hands immediately go to your belt, her sharp nails digging into the leathery fabric, her fingertips trying to get it open already. You tsk at her.

You grasp her chin tightly, smirking as you feel her face heat up even more.

"You can be such a good girl, Bela", you coo, and the words alone have her gasp and push her legs together, as though your voice hit her right where she needs it most, now. You only tsk again.

"Obedient, patient, intelligent, submissive...", you trail off, inspecting her face slowly, as though making a show of your patience, even as it's coming to an end already. "But you've not been a good girl, have you, Bela?"

She opens her mouth to speak, but you tug her closer by her chin, shaking your head subtly.

"None of that now, brat. I only want to hear your screams tonight, until you're ready to have an apology fucked from your bratty little mouth"

Your words sting in the best way, have her moan and whimper lowly, her clit pulsing, her pussy leaking already. She's completely bare still, while you find yourself fully dressed. If anyone was to look, your power balance and status as the dominant one in this situation would be painfully obvious. And Bela, the intelligent thing she is, is fully aware of it.

Only does it add to her humiliation and arousal.

And just briefly, she considers being good. But she's a good girl so often! What's the harm in playing the brat just a little longer?

Then, her fingers tug at your belt again and she giggles, allowing herself a brief moment longer of playfulness as she smirks at you. In the next moment already she's grabbed, though. She gasps as you tug her to the well, shrieking in surprise as you push her to her knees. The ground is dirty, some of it rubbing uncomfortably against her knees. Yet again, if she had only been a good girl, this would not be an issue. After all, a good girl wouldn't have been brought out to the village to be railed and toyed with for all to hear. A good girl would not be getting the humiliating, rather rough treatment you have in store for her.

Bela's about to speak when she's cut off by her own gasp and shrieks the moment you grab at her hair- the base, as to hurt her less. You know your girlfriend isn't the biggest on pain being inflicted on her beyond the occaisonal spanking- and tug her head back.

"I told you, no speaking now, you little brat. I've had about enough of your comments", youo scowl, giving her hair another tug when she parts her lips yet again, as though testing you.

You do this a few more times, chuckling when another two times or so she repeats this, before rolling her eyes and sealing her lips at last.

A little more...

She watches with wide, hungry eyes as you unbuckle the belt yourself, groaning in relief when you can finally tug down your trousers and underwear. Her playful brattiness is quickly replaced by a shriek when, due to how close you're standing, your cock slaps against her face instead. You laugh as she flinches in surprise, gasping and scowling, trying to move her head a little despite the tight grasp you have on her.

"Open"

She gasps again at your vulgar command, and the implication behind it. Here?! Where...where anyone foolish enough to step outside could easily spot the proud, strong, dominant Dimitrescu on her knees, sucking you off like a common village slut? Her cheeks flush and heat up, but her gasp is enough for you to force your dick between her parted lips.

Again, she shrieks in surprise, her hands shooting up to your hips to steady herself, but she's not nearly prepared for the fast pace you choose this time.

You allow her no time to get used to having you in her mouth, allow her no say in how quick you're going.

Instead, you snap your hips back and forth fast, angling yourself to have her choke and gag around you deliciously. Her golden eyes water and she moans adorable, each moan and groan coming with vibrations around you that have you shiver and thrust just a little harder.

"You..."

A harsh thrust.

"are going to..."

Another harsher one, one that has her gag and shriek adorably, all her sounds coming out muffled and slurred.

"fucking behave", you grunt.

You move your hands down, tugging her in a new position that demands she tilts her head back completely. Sliding your hands to her throat carefully, you groan as you thrust again, feeling your cock slide up against your hands from the other side of her throat.

You feel it bulge from your entire lenght, the tip beautifully traced by her tight throat, the choker necklace tight around her. She's moaning and shrieking, once again unable to stay quiet.

Alas, even as her nipples are rock hard and breasts bounce, even as she presses her thighs together and whimpers adorabley, even as her eyes water and tears run down her cheeks, even as they slip shut when your balls slap against her face in this angle, you allow her no ounce of dignity left.

She jumps when your leg pushes up against her thighs, but quickly spreads them for you, her earlier brattiness roughly throat-fucked from her, her body trembling and moans coming from her.

Really, she ought to be thankful you're stuffing her mouth, knowing she can't be quiet and will, if not careful, become the newest talk among the villagers, likely as they decide whether it was someone having fun at late of night or suffering a horrible fate.

Pushing your leg between hers, you feel her grind against your boot eagerly, uncaring of the slight dirt sticking to it, now. She needs you, and needs your touch.

And being the good girl she knows fully well she ought to be, she knows to obey, to let you think, to stop with her attitude, lest you will simply fuck it from her mouth again.

Cassandra

Cassandra is, for the lack of a better word, an utter brat. She's spoiled, defensive, needy, impatient, and takes the definition of "brat" to a whole new level. Of course, there's times you can succesfully take care of the brat in her and get rid of it- temporarily, of course. She will never fully stop pestering you, will never stop bratting her way through the day.

And still, there's times where your little brat takes this to a whole new level.

Recently especially, she's been nothing but a little pest. You've been unable to get any work done at all, having always been interrupted by her by any means. Often, she does this by simply grabbing and tugging you away, using the strenght granted to her by the cadou inplant a mortal stands little chance against.

At other times, she "convinces" you to stop your work, swarming on top of your lap or a surface in front of you. When you're alone, she's often bold enough to be entirely naked, her fingers already sliding down her body.

And even with people around, she'll smirk suggestively, moaning this and that in your ear, her hands trailing down your body, subtly stroking over the hard bulge in your pants. That's another thing; the brat cannot keep her hands to herself. Normally, you don't mind, but you do believe she ought to be taught some manners eventually, no matter how beautiful she looks all nice and tied up for you.

At other times, she goes the extra mile, really, dropping some bloodied thing- guts, animals, women, in front of you and forcing you to clean up the mess. Of course, Cassandra can't be bothered to clean.

You grit your teeth at the mere thought; often you counter her dislike towards cleaning by tying her up on the bed and making her suck at your cock for hours, until both of you are sore, cleaning up her own mess, especially often after you've been in her.

Today, though, you have something different planned.

She growls quietly under her breath as she's tugged along, her arm gripped tightly by you. Occaisonally, she'll act as though she doesn't like the force you're applying, act as though she wants to get away, but one thing is and will always be a clear hint: the amount of strenght she posseses. For she could easily get away from you, swarming, or by ripping herself from you, but she chooses not to, and you know it.

She offers only pathetic attempts at tugging her arm free, growing wetter each time you tug her back even harder and tighten your grip on her in return, sure enough able to bruise her. Oh; you know, the thought gets your little masochist soaked.

Lured here by the false idea of hunting together at night, she follows eagerly still, unaware that you're taking taming to a new level, now.

You know, after all, if there's one thing that both, gets your sweet Cassie wetter than anything else, and tames the brat in her more than anything else, is Humiliation.

Sheer, proper, humiliation.

Whether that means tying her up and slutting her out, filling all her holes and making her bounce on your cock until her face burns bright red and warm, putting her in tight, humiliating outfits, she loves it all, and it works wonders in putting her back in her place.

Alas, this is a whole new level. To take your beautiful brat and take her in the village, surrounded by those so dearly afraid of her. You know, none will dare step outside, but the threat that they have the opportunity to will be enough to humiliate the woman back into being a good pet for you, you know.

When you finally arrive by the village, surrounded now by quiet houses, the graveyard and the statue in the centre of the town, you turn to her at last.

"Strip", you command, your tone technically leaving no room for arguments, even as you know your brat will do so, anyway.

She laughs, as though this is a joke, not once considering you might be serious. She only shakes her hips at you, giggling as her fingertip trails across your chest. "You first, little mouse", she coos, yet once again her laughter implies that she does not yet suspect a thing.

This, however, changes drastically when you grab her dress with your free hand and yank it up. She shrieks in surprise, her hands immediately trying to tug it back down, her cheeks flushing as she looks around, as though paranoid someone might've seen. You almost coo.

Strong, bold little Cassandra, shy about the possibility of some pervert getting off to her body.

You laugh at her, this time, tightening your hold on her upper arm and tugging her to you. She gasps, her teeth gritting when your hand lets go of her dress to grab at her face instead.

Her cheeks are slightly warm already- good. But not nearly good enough just yet.

She snarls when you lean in, your lips brushing across hers for a moment before she turns her head. You laugh, tightening her grasp and forcing her head back to you. The force of strenght and dominance has her gasp and moan, her eyes fluttering shut for but a moment before she tries to turn her head, attempting to challenge you once again.

Again, though, you don't give her the chance too.

You force her head back, gripping her cheeks tight enough that the tips of your nails dig into her skin sharply. You push your lips against hers, and while she originally tries to defy you, growling brattily as though she stands a chance at dominating you this time, she's proven wrong quickly. She's left moaning when you force your tongue inside her mouth, her head and arm held tight, her thighs pushing together as you dominate her so effortlessly.

With Cassandra, it's often like this when she's bratty.

She'll make things difficult, as though testing you, as though checking whether you can control her, still.

You never fail to do so.

She's gasping when your hand grabs at her dress and tugs open the corset, then feels you slide the zipper down her back. When her dress falls, about to pool by her feet, she attempts to catch it. But once again you're faster, catching her wrists tightly in your hands and forcing them to stay in place.

She's shivering, though not from the cold. When you tug down her bra, too, she gasps and squirms again, as though reminded of what's happening and- more importantly- where it's happening.

But even as she begins to snarl and try to bite at you playfully- again, you know she's fully capable of doing so if she actually tried- she finds herself pushed and yanked by you, a squeal ripped from her when you shove her down on one of the flat grave covers on the ground, the cool marble biting into her strong, bare back.

"Hey!", she snarls, but is quickly reduced to a flustered mess when you move down on top of her, your knee grinding her soaked panties against her sopping wet pussy.

"Can you hear it, my little huntress?", you coo, stroking her cheeks tauntingly sweet. Your free hand slides down, tracing little circles at her hip, just where the panties sit still, covering her, while your body on top of hers does a well enough job covering her strong stomach, strong arms, and round breasts and dusty pink nipples. Ah, but from her body, there is one asset that stands out as the best, easily: her thick ass, round and firm, juicy and tight.

You'll be exposing it, along with her dusty pink, sensitive pussy, in no time.

"Can you hear the pitter patter of their hearts?", you coo, once again drawing attention to her greatest source of humiliation; not the cool marble below her bare skin, not the air and light breeze caressing her flesh. The villagers, those that fear her so, surely close enough to hear should this go on any longer.

And while you can't hear, you know she does. You know it, for her cheeks adapt a pink shade amd warmth, for she gasps and breathes a little heavier, even.

She can't help but moan and whimper when you bite down her jaw, slowly, giving her enough time to prepare herself- or try to- for the sensation of your teeth grazing her sensitive neck. She's biting her lip, trying so hard to be quiet it's almost adorable. You'll have none of it.

Instead, you move up, kneeling, your legs at her sides as you unbuckle your belt. She gives you a knowing smirk, but in her eyes, among the gold and ever growing arousal, you see the humiliation creep up on her. If only one was to look outside...she could never live it down.

And still, she finds herself too greedy to stop you, even helping you tug off your pants and underwear. When she moves in to stroke your cock, you tsk, grabbing her wrist mid-air. Your brat does always have a certain difficult understanding that there are times she has no say whatsoever...

Ah, but she loves it.

She loves how rough you are, how you squeeze her wrist until it aches, how you push her back down and roughly grab at her panties, how you give her an almost primal, feral look as you yank them off, as though offended by them. Often, when in a bratty mood like this, she insists you do all the work, if only to have some kind of counter-argument when you eventually tease her about being a slut. Now, you're not going to grant her the opportunity.

She snarls at you when you grip her hair and hip, forcing her to stay in place as you hover over her yet again. She knows perfectly well what's expected of her, of course. Alas, the brat only does the complete opposite and tries to cross her legs, laughing, certain your frustration is growing.

Now, normally, you would not expose her fully. That doesn't mean you won't do so at a special opportunity such as this one.

Cassandra gasps when you part her thighs yourself, your grip forceful, and just right, before- to her surprise, you lift her by her thighs.

She shrieks as her ass is lifted off the cool marble, her heels digging into your back as you lift her just slightly, just enough to allow you to trust into her perfectly. Just enough to take every ounce of control from her and make her feel far, far more exposed.

She's shivering and gasping, her mouth agape, her hands desperately trying to grasp onto anything. Alas, with her like this, she can't even reach your arms, can't roll her hips, can't move her legs, can't do anything but take what's given to her.

Oh, she hates it. But she loves it so, too.

"Let me down!", she snarls, but there's little heat behind her words, as you know. Instead, you continue to toy with the little brat.

She knows fully well, being a pest will not get her anywhere, now.

She knows, all it takes is to be a good girl.

She hates it. And she loves it.

"A-AH! He-a-ah-hhey!", she shrieks, her eyes suddenly wide as you thrust into her fully. You give her no time to prepare, don't start out slow, or ease yourself into her. Instead, you ram yourself inside, laughing and groaning as you feel her stretch so wonderfully around her.

You know, the pain of the stretch only adds to your bunny's humiliation and arousal, ever one for pain- receiving, and giving- after all.

She's completely lost in the pleasure, whimpering, moaning, groaning and slurring out little phrases you don't bother paying attention to. You grip at her hips, using her body as though it was nothing but your favorite toy, and she's fully aware of it.

She knows, any second a villager could step outside and see the monstrous, mighty, sadistic Cassandra Dimitrescu railed like a ragdoll, completely helpless, her eyes tearing up and pussy pulsing around the large cock filling her. Her breasts bounce with every sharp thrust into her and every yank of her hips back to yours.

You hiss, feeling her heels dig sharper into your back and shoulders, but shake your head fondly, too. With Cassandra, there is always pain. With Cassandra, you've realized certain pain is not so bad.

Her eyes slip shut for but a moment, and it's enough for you to immediately pull out of her again, your wet cock slapping against her lower stomach instead as wet slick drools from her already.

"Wha-a...", she slurs, her eyes opening once again, her pussy suddenly far, far too empty. You know, with brute railing, you won't be convincing her to behave, even as you will absolutely be doing so later on, when she has earned it, as a good girl ought to. This, however...a warning, a threat of a denied orgasm and touch...this is your impatient, needy brat's weakness, instead.

And true to this, she snarls angrily, thrusting her hips, squirming helplessly below you. From this position, she's entirely unable to control the situation, though.

She whines as your fingertip trails across her entrance, now visibly stretched and drooling slick like honey. She knows what to do, and while she does try to fight her desire off for just a few more minutes of endlessly seductive and teasing touches between her legs- never quite what she needs, nor how deep and full she needs it- she does obey.

"Please..."

A weak attempt. But you have much more time to play with her and teach her to do better.

Daniela

Daniela, Daniela, Daniela...what are you going to do with her?

A good girl on some days, certainly.

Ah, but what a damned brat the woman can be.

Rolling her eyes, touching you and herself without any thought or permission at all and, of course, without even a glimmer or shame. In the past week alone, you’ve often had to grab her wrist during dinner, if only to prevent her from sliding her greedy hand to your thigh, then the bulge in your pants.

At other times, she is set on distracting you, whining about and licking at your ear when you refuse to give her the full attention she seems to especially crave whenever you’re busy.

And, of course, her most favorite way of bratting and teasing you; using the maidens to her advantage.

Now, you sure would like to claim it doesn’t bother you in the slightest when she pushes herself up against them, fluttering her pretty, long eyelashes and giggling flirtatiously around them, all while her eyes would always flicker back to you, as though the brat wanted to make sure you’re still watching her.

And really, you’re not awful at concealing your annoyance regarding that.

No, the problem is not your so very bratty girlfriend trying to rile you up. You’ve come to expect as much when she’s in such moods. No, the problem are the maidens she uses to do this. The maidens, and how their eyes are glued to your brat the moment she steps to them. How they ogle her, suddenly bold when she seems to give them attention, unaware it’s really only to rile you up.

Their hands, setting on your girkfrind’s hips. Her grin, her eyes set on you, when she notices this. She never brushes them off, not until she’s satisfied and sure this has earned her just what she wants.

And normally, you put up with it. You put her back in her place again after, and temporarily the brat in her is tamed.

Only is she becoming more and more bratty more often.

You’ve decided: you have enough.

And now your brat will be taught a lesson she won’t forget so easily.

She follows behind you, rubbing at her eyes and looking about curiously as you guide her along. She’s fully dressed still, having caught her just before she got ready to prepare for bed, but as often her dress is tighter than usual, as though the tight corset was made for nothing than to draw attention to her large, soft chest, wide hips and slim body.

You shiver as you take in her form, feeling the familiar ache between your legs already. She knows what she does to you, but tonight, she’s about to feel it, too.

Daniela giggles when you lead her to the centre of the village, a curious scowl on her face as she takes in the statue. Wouldn’t it look so much cuter at the castle?, she can’t help but think. Perhaps she can get her mother to put it in the courtyard!

Alas, her mild curiosity turns to surprise when she suddenly feels you push up against her, one of your hands snaking up her front and grabbing her dress by its cleavage cut, the other running up her back and finding the zipper easily.

She giggles still, always one to play around. She hasn’t yet paid mind to the fact that any villager could step outside at any moment, and therefore feels almost thrilled at the thought of doing such a thing outside. She’s capable of staying quiet, anyway, she’s sure.

And still, she moans softly when you begin kneading at her chest, your hard bulge pressing into her, your fingers clasping the zipper of her dress and dragging it down teasingly.

She blushes and giggles as you undo the corset and tug down the dress, though shrieks in surprise when you push against her back next, forcing her to bend over, now grasping the statue tight.

From this angle, she spots the small houses and cabins, lights going off as though someone was alerted by her shriek and decided to try and hide away.

Wait-!

She gasps when you hook your fingers in her red panties, your hips grinding against her soft, round ass in almost animalistic fashion. She turns to you, eyes wide, but as they take you in, an eager smirk takes over instead. She's grinding back against you eagerly, already distracted again, already back to drowning in the pleasure and want she feels for you.

Then, her panties are off yet when you let them dangle by her face by your index finger and she goes to take them, you pull back. She scowls, confused, reaching out to yank them again, but once more you only move them away from her and out of her reach. You tsk at her, pushing her back into her bent over position.

Moving your body along hers, you whisper by her ear, your bulge pushing up against her bare body now.

"What do you think, Dani, should we leave these here?", you coo, biting your lip as you pull open your pants with one hand and knead at her soft thigh with the other. She frowns in confusion, whimpering softly for you.

"I'm sure they'd have a nice time with them....", you hum, laughing lowly when she squeaks, as if reminded of the villagers again. Her face is bright pink and she gasps as your hand moves from her thigh up to her ass cheek, between them, then to her pussy.

Wet- soaked, even- and all for you.

She's whimpering and moaning adorably, her lips parted as she attempts to tell you off half heartedly, insisting you can't do this with the inhabitants of the village this close, close enough she's sure they could hear her through their shut doors if she isn't careful.

Ah, but she can't help the low, breathy moans that tumble over her soft lips when you caress her between her legs, stroking her drooling pussy gently, patting and sliding your fingertip between her lips there until it rests against the hood of her sensitive clit.

When you rub it in tight circles, the cute thing squeaks again, grasping the statue automatically when her knees buckle and she arches her back for you. She whimpers as, from the corner of her eye, she sees you drop the panties on the ground, chuckling to yourself.

"Think they'll fight over them, princess? I can imagine it", you coo, leaning back over her when you manage to unzip your pants at last and tug your cock free, the thick head drooling precum against her ass cheek.

She's blushing hard, shaking her head as if trying to deny this, as if both of you don't know how needy the mere thought has her feel, how her pussy drools more and more and pulses around nothingness at the thought.

And still, her head fills with thoughts of just that, of villagers yanking at her little panties, grabbing and rubbing them between their fingers, disappearing into their houses with them tucked to their chest. She shivers, imaginging some perverted villagers holding her underwear close, their hand between their legs...

The feralness of the thought has her head spin and moan when you stroke at her sensitive clit a little more. Then, however, a loud squeak is pulled from her when your free hand comes down on her thick ass.

She squeaks again, covering her mouth with her hand as another series of spanks comes. She tries to squirm and turn, whimpering adorably for you as you turn her soft flesh into mush.

"W-Why...?", she whines, even as she knows fully well why she's treated like this, why she was bound to be punished eventually. Ah, but even as her ass stings and her golden eyes turn teary, her nipples are rock hard and her pussy drools, a line of it dripping down onto the ground between her legs already.

You chuckle, but don't bother answering the little brat.

Instead, you merely continue, your cock rock hard as you press yourself into her form. Like this, bent over and arching her back for you, hugging the structure tight, she's almost small beneath you.

You love it.

She's squealing and gasping with every slap, her eyes slipping shut and fingers lightly gripping at her face as she covers her mouth, well aware her uncontrolled yelps are surely heard by at least some of the villagers.

She shivers as you lean forwards, your tip sliding up against her soaked pussy, your wet fingers grabbing and yanking her bra away. She's completely exposed now, for you, and for anyone foolish enough to step outside. Daniela Dimitrescu, fearsome, manic, a terror in the eyes of many villagers. Now, nothing but your toy, a little brat about to be taught the ways of being a good girl.

She shrieks again when you grab at her hair, curling it around your hand and twisting it into a fist as you tug, the auburn strands now almost used like a leash to make her arch her back even more for you.

When you line yourself up with her, she's posively drooling from her pussy already, so utterly soaked you need not even think of lube. Instead, you simply thrust your cock between her soaked, pretty little folds, groaning as you feel her wetness and warmth even like this. She's trembling already, moaning muffled phrases into her hand as you rub and squeeze her round ass cheek.

It's warm beneath your touch, now, and sporting a cute, pink shade that came from the spanking. Nothing too much, nor too little, just enough for her to get properly wet and feel it for a little while longer.

She moans and whimpers adorably for you, her body rocking and arms tightening around the statue each time another slap comes down on her.

Each time you thrust forth and the tip of your dick hits her clit, she moans breathily, doing a poor job of staying quiet as she hoped to.

When you finally push yourself in, without any warning, she screams, loud, breathily, a slurred moan falling from her parted lips. You thrust immediately, tightening your grip on her hair as your other hand slides to her hip and grabs it. You yank her back with every thrust in her, deep, hard, fast, far more than your little brat is used to.

She can only moan and cry adorably for you, her legs shaking already, her pussy gripping you tight.

While she’s quite used to you by now, often bugging you to play with her almost daily, she’s still rather unused to such a fast pace and roughness.

When she attempts to stand or turn, you only grip her hip tighter, chuckling lowly behind her.

“Ah-Ah-Ah. You wanted my full attention, didn’t you, Daniela?”, you coo, your voice strained as you snap your hips against her a little harder. She’s squealing and moaning helplessly, her pussy hardly able to take all of you inside like this, stretching with every moment, each time you force more of yourself inside of her.

Her breasts bounce as her body is manhandled and her arms wrap around the statue in front of her fully, as though her shaking legs are bound to give out any moment now.

You groan behind her, your whole body feeling as though on fire.

She’s so cute like this, moaning, squealing, gasping your name so sweetly. Her ass jiggles when your front snaps against her, her soft, dark painted lips parting to let out those sensual sounds.

She’s whimpering and moaning, stuck between the pleasure she’s given and the shock of just how rough you are with her this time. She knows, this is the punishments her bratty actions have brought forth, knows she isn’t granted the sweet, passionate sex and touches she often receives from you, rather feeling you grab and pound her like a toy, her body trembling, her insides wrapped around your wet cock like a vine.

Her head lifts and back arches fully when you give her hair another tug, your legs forcing hers farther apart even as she’s shaking already.

One, two, three orgasms are ripped from the overly sensitive beat, each making her more and more sensitive in turn.

She’s shaking and shivering, moaning loudly and slurring little phrases that you’re both sure the villagers are picking up inside their homes, even as they cannot quite tell what she says.

By the end, she’s pleading and moaning adorably, stuck between asking for more still like the greedy brat she is, and begging you to slow down and take pity on her poor, sensitive pussy.

You know, your little brat will remember this.