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muffinsin · 2 months

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Swinging by from the server: the talk of the daughter’s flies being around reader was so cute. Imagine if you just came across a pile of Bela in your room or something- just a clump of flies from Cassie or Dani in the corner watching you- ahaha such an adorable thought really! What do you think?

- AK Anon

I loved this conversation, hon XD very odd indeed, but very fun🙌

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Bela

She likes to keep at least one of her flies with you at all times when she’s busy and you’re left to roam the castle on your own

For safety purposes, she reasons

She doesn’t want you to get in trouble, she reasons

The castle is such a dangerous place, she reasons

You know, she enjoys being close to you, and likes to personally ensure your safety

You don’t mind, you like the little winged companion travelling with you

Usually, she sends out one or two flies to hover near or on top of you

Often, you allow the small insects to sit on your shoulder as you go about your day

During those times, you often feel her nuzzle against your neck or shoulders, even in such a separated form of her swarm, eager to receive contact

You’d never think of denying it to her

Then, there are other times, such as when you’re kept busy for painfully long

Now, sometimes when you’re working on finishing up some papers, you’ll have your girlfriend sit patiently

Yet, as time drags on, Bela gets restless and bored

Instead, she swarms off, and leaves you with a couple of her flies

You consider them your companions in such times, your tiny assistants eager to bring you what you need

Often, they retrieve little things for you, such as paper clips

They purr happily when you praise them and allow them to drop the items in your hand, their tiny wings flapping excitedly, their little arms and legs rubbing along one another

At other times, you see the tiny insects flap their wings in a desperate attempt to lift a pencil multiple times their size and weight

Upon satisfying you and bringing you all you need, even the little insects come to rest for once

You watch as they all huddle together in a pile of flies at the edge of your desk

Then, silent purring is heard, so quiet you must hold your breath and lean in to even hear it

However, the sound is unmistakably a small version of the purrs your girlfriend is capable of doing

The pile of insects lays, mostly unmoving, as you work, and only sometimes can you spot an insect moving about

When you finish your work at last, they all seem to come alive again, tiny wings flapping in an attempt to reach Bela when she swarms back into the room

You smile fondly at her

Cassandra

She insists on being close to you

Cassandra is, even if she would rather face a snowstorm in the middle of December than admit it, very clingy and protective

You’re her precious lamb. Her lover. Her everything

She often feels anxiety when she doesn’t know where you are, even if she attempts to keep this a secret

The castle is grand, and dangerous. She worries. She knows, her family isn’t the only threat here

As such, Cassandra likes to keep some of her flies attached to you

She tries to keep these a secret too. Opting for hiding around corners or far up, little insects attempting to stay hidden

When you catch one and clasp your hollowed palms over one of her little insects, she tenses. Each time, without fail, a dark crimson blush on her cheeks and a frustrated, embarrassed snarl passing her lips

When encouraged to be less secretive about her little flies, she opts for travelling by pocket. Yours

Cassandra likes it best when you happen to wear a top with a front pocket at your chest. When controlling one of her flies, she likes to stay huddled up in there

It’s warm, and close to you. Two things that are among ger favorite things in the world. Not that she’d admit that

She stays like this every day, whether in the dungeons torturing poor souls, hunting out in the forest, taunting her sisters or exploring the outside

A fly is always with you, tucked in your pocket, its little head peeking out and its little wings flapping angrily whenever someone dares get too close, and flapping happily whenever you offer a tiny droplet of blood to the insect

You know, normally this would mean your girlfriend is purring. Alas, you don’t hear it when it comes from only a single fly

Cue to Cassandra gritting her teeth in aggravation when she begins purring and blushing in the middle of “playing” with a prisoner

On rare occasions, you find her completely spread out- not, the usual way

You still chuckle when you sit at your desk to tend to your hobby, Cassandra’s head on your lap, and find yourself surrounded by piles of flies

With her body somewhat out together enough to allow her to lean against you and keep her head in your lap, she sleeps soundly

On the window sill, lie two piles of flies, each seemingly basking in the sun. They, like Cassandra as a whole, seem to almost purr and vibrate with happiness

On your desk are the next two piles. One for each side, little insects sleeping and taking up your space. Before your girlfriend fell asleep, you noticed the tiny heads of the insects cocking and tilting from side to side to examine your work

And lastly, the pile on the bed, spread out and nuzzled against the soft fabric of the pillows and blankets, equally purring and twitching at times

You giggle whenever you gently bump your fingertip against a fly and it makes your girlfriend whine in her sleep

Daniela

Before seeing it for yourself, you never really gave her nature a thought

Of course, you know of her flies. Naturally

You just never saw them as individuals. Daniela is a swarm. An entity. A whole

You never assumed her flies could exist independently from one another, controlled separately by your girlfriend, or even not controlled at all

As such, you’re quite surprised when you walk into your room one day and find a pile of flies on your bed, rubbing up against your pillows, others merely sleeping seemingly comfortably

And yet, Daniela is nowhere in sight

Upon scooping the little insects up, they rub up against your palms instead. You giggle at the light, ticklish feeling

When you enter Daniela’s room and find her lying down and reading on the bed, the insects rush forwards to reconnect with what you assume must be a part of her back

She grins, her smile and eyes wide when she sees you

“Join me, my love!”

How could you deny such a sweet request?

Still, as you settle in next to your girlfriend, you notice a few stray flies buzzing about in the room

Some cuddled up in the shirt of yours you left her, as though eager to cover themselves in the scent that must cling to it

Others basking in the sunny spot on the window sill, while two others sit curiously on Daniela’s fingers, their many eyes taking in the book pages as she reads

A few move off her body, leaving little holes where they used to be

Daniela doesn’t seem to notice

Not even her voice wavers or her smile falters as the little insects move away and fly through the room

You feel the insects and the featherlight touch of little legs on your skin, as though they, like your clingy girlfriend, tried to cuddle up to you

You feel them on your shoulders and on top of your head, little legs tangled in your hair, little wings flapping happily

Others settle on your arm, climbing and seemingly playing with one another

You wonder whether Daniela is even aware of it

You hear the light purring coming from your girlfriend, and feel the tiny insects vibrating slightly against your arm and fingers

When she closes the book and stretches, you see her sharp teeth glisten in the light just as she yawns

Her flies seem to return to her, just enough to allow her to rest her head on you and wrap her arms around you

You grin. It’s cuddling time

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #AK anon

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ponett · 14 days

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Do you think that Melody thought the Slenderman was real when she's young? Allison absolutely did, though. Right?

Young Melody would believe every scary story she saw on the internet and be scared of Slenderman or whatever jumping out at her when she goes to the fridge late at night. Young Allison would also believe all of them and try to play it off like "haha that monster sounds AWESOME, I bet my mom could beat it in a fight though," but secretly she would be just as scared as Melody

#anon #ask #slarpg aks

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 7 months

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"Do you need a tug on your collar to refocus?" Is so mommy Wanda coded 😳

Oh my god right? Hold up the thoughts are flowing in now...

"Focus baby, I know its hard but mommy needs your attention on her, okay?"

"Do you like it when I pull at your collar, darling? I can tell, your eyes are all glassy and your pupils are blown. Here, I'll do it again for you."

"Was that a whine? Fuck, I bet you're dripping for me, aren't you? And I haven't even touched you yet baby, we'll have to use the collar more often."

I think I would be healed if this happened to me.

#anon aks #answered asks #wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #dom!wanda #mommy!wanda #puppy!reader #marvel #mcu #wanda marvel #wanda mcu #charsgaythoughts

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certainlynotasimp · 10 months

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(They've created an adorable little monster /j). Yet again, a Sunny and Migs quote to make somebody out there laugh.

[Miggy and Sunny, discussing the idea of having a second kid, when Maria is little]

Miguel: What? But I thought you wanted more kids.

Sunny: Yeah, I do... It's just, I don't think Maria is a fan of the idea... especially since she has your... tendencies.

Miguel, raising an eyebrow: ...what tendencies?

Maria, playing roughly with her toys: Sorry, Mrs. Silver, but you've bothered me for the last time...

[She proceeds to pretend rip the toy apart, biting it and clawing at it. Miguel watches this, horrified]

👀👀 I mean you see how she is with her brothers lol.

#miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #fanfic #headcanon #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotations #anon aks #anon #anon message #anon answered #sunny x miggy

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yandere-daydreams · 3 months

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As a person on the aro/ace spectrum, I think personally I don’t mind Alastor smut and all that cus asexuals do fuck, they still have sex, not all I recognise, but it’s a spectrum depending on the person. Like my asexual friends do it to pleasure their partners and find joy in that. Or they just aren’t as sexually interested, but can still be down other times. Aromantic ppl can still be in relationships as well ! I know I’m preaching to the choir here, but that’s what I think

this is a very personal tangent about a very niche subject, but i do actually find the fact that alastor is actively 100% not into sex at all kinda refreshing from a representation standpoint. a lot of allo people's first reaction to finding out asexuality is,,, like,,, a thing is to be like 'oh but you still do fuck right??? you're not all touch-adverse celibate freaks right???' and, as someone who is one of those touch-adverse celibate freaks, i have just grown a bit tired of it. like, sure, some ace people do have sex and some aro people are in relationships, but, like, what if they don't? what are you going to do then, linda?

#to be clear this is not related at all to the ask lmao #it's just something i've been thinking about for a while #and now i be ruminating #personal #anon aks

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autisticredhood · 2 years

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huge mood ak anon 2 that car chase was miserable i was screaming the whole time

the love for catboy trumps all though <3 thanks for being the messenger btw arh :)

aknon 1 🤝 you 🤝 me: catboy jason <33333

#no longer a bartender back to my horsey!! 🎠#ak anons #ive had a great time being messenger lol thanks for sharing ak video game lore!! :#:3

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ahoyimlosingmymind · 25 days

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Bc I figure there are dissenting opinions...

Feel free to openly be a hater in the reblogs and comments. I won't freak out on you, I promise! <3

#I'm firmly in the 'they're a crack ship that I love'. sector.#are they in any way realistic? No.#am I still writing fanfic as if I am taking it seriously? you bet.#I really hadn't planned on this ship becoming what it is when I answered Lava Cake anon's aks about Fitz and Marella #but here we are #kotlc #Fitz vacker #marella redek

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nondualiber · 2 months

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hello I have everything I want and my 3D mind starts wondering how do i feel i speak tons of languages, and have all this knowledge, for example when I have no scenes that convince me I do? i gaslight my self and say i have it then bump on the 3D where I need it and it leaves me in a state of I have it at the same time waiting for it how do i get out of this in between, please?

hey anon! first of all, i 100% understand you. i have been literally there in the same situation.

that, just as you, made me feel like i was doing something wrong until i realised: the 3d has nothing to do with manifesting. it can't control itself: your (negative) thoughts, your doubts, your sense of needing... guess what. they are all a 3d thing! which means that you have nothing to worry about since those limitations won't affect your manifestation AS LONG as the real you doesn't agree with them. when you have thoughts like that, don't give them any importance and don't identify with them.

that's all. you can rationalize it however you want: you can think of it as "that's the ego trying to sabotage me, not the real me speaking"; "i assume it won't affect my manifestation so it won't"; "the real me isn't like that and the 3d will follow the real me, it doesn't have to show up here for now" or any other way it makes sense to you. the key is don't give those feelings any meaning, and they won't have.

sorry if i didn't explain myself very well, i tried my best 😞💗

#4d reality #affirm and persist #it girl #law of assumption #law of attraction #loablr #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #shifting #loa blog #anon aks

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fcthots · 7 months

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jason making you watch a recording on his phone that he imported on your laptop of him fucking your face…. and him telling you to touch yourself to it and he records it AGAIN. double whammy.

- ⚡️

I usually don’t write anything that has to do with bjs but this was too good. Anyway. Made this Ak!Jason

His mask has a mini projector in it, sort of like you see in the iron man movies. It mostly just displays maps when he needs them and a few trackers in case of an emergency. He doesn’t use it often because it can be distracting to have blinking lights constantly at the edge of your vision.

But he's been in this meeting for two fucking hours, sue him. He's bored and he's aggravated that he has to be there in the first place. Really, he doesn’t. He hasn't even said a word. He's just there because he makes a point to be at every meeting he can. No mutinies that way.

He can't help himself. He sends the video from his phone to his display. He has never been more thankful for all the gear he's wearing.

It's taken from behind the laptop so he can't see what's playing on it, but he knows that video by heart. What he can see is you, on full display. You're laid back on the bed with two fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. He can hear himself laugh in the video before he begins walking towards you. The camera gets closer to be able to get a pretty zoom in and you dip your two fingers into your pussy and make a gorgeous sound. Jason watches his hand spread your legs apart. "Gotta get a good angle for the camera, baby." He watches as you go to put your thighs back. "Looks like I gotta do all the work myself." His hand spreads your thighs again and holds them that way.

The video ends abruptly, but he remembers what happened next.

#ak!jason #saph’s love letters #jason todd #jason todd x reader #saph’s thots #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #⚡️ anon #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader smut #red hood imagine #red hood smut #red hood x reader smut #red hood x you #jason todd x afab!reader

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muffinsin · 1 month

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Seeing @donnabenevientosimpingzone’s redraw of their beauty and the beast AU got me thinking about reader as beauty with the beast Dimitrescu sisters! What about your thoughts?

- AK Anon

Let’s goooooo!!🙌 Yes!!!

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Bela

She remembers the day she was cursed vividly, though would not admit so

In fact, she barely comes across as emotional at all

She shows no excitement, love, care or admiration unless she is with her sisters

She works hard, yet is all too aware of the curse wrapped tightly around her

The appearance of a beast to match the cold, ruthless one within, it was said

She refused to fall in love, and this is her punishment

Alas, she still doesn’t look for one

She avoids all mirrors, yet also all chances of love

She is aware of the rose petals slowly falling, and yet, merely watches them sink to the table top

It’s inevitable, she insists

Bela snarls angrily when her sisters and mother attempt to find her a lover, anybody, merely to break the curse

In the end, it seems to be in vain. She doesn’t want to fall in love

At least like this, she is strong enough to provide for her family

Hideous and lonely, but useful and caring for them, she thinks bitterly every so often

She refuses to let the witch that has cursed her win out in the end. She will not fall in love. She refuses to

As the apparent last year of her life comes around, however, things change slightly

With the petals of the preserved rose falling more and more, and only a few little ones still blooming, it becomes clear: this will be Bela’s last winter

She is given an own section of the castle, a retreat. She would not want her family finding her dead and beaten

What she did not expect, however, was you

You, who so innocently saw one of the flowers she took to planting and admiring each day

You, who childishly picked one, and another, and another

You, who foolishly entered her home without invitation

She considers your fate for a couple of moments. She doesn’t feel like having company, despite her promise to her family

Alas, you smell tempting, and she is starving

She decides to keep you. For food, at first

You notice too late that you are now in the beast’s grasp. Doors are locked. Windows are shut. Gates are closed. There is no escape

You have not yet seen your captor

At first, she intends to eat you. To make a fine meal out of you

However, she just…can’t

Not when she glances at the portrait of her family at the wall of the main hall, her eyes finding Daniela’s bright golden ones

She remembers, she has promised her youngest sister she would give love a chance in these last four months of her life

That she would not turn her back on people in these last months

She sighs, but allows you to breathe and live yet another day. And another. And another after

You’re given a chamber to reside in until her demise

After this, you are set free, she promises

She doesn’t treat you unfairly, you notice very early on

You are a prisoner, but are not under the threat of being harmed. In fact, it seems both of you are just waiting out the time it takes for her to perish

She’s open regarding this

She tells you, you will be set free upon her death. She tells you, this death will come in only mere months

You are only to follow strict rules- as is she. Rules set by her sister that even Bela is bound to

Mealtimes spent together, goodnights and good mornings, at least an hour per day of spending quality time together

At first, you can only see the beast. The fur and monstrous claws, the flesh between her teeth at mealtimes. You realise soon, somewhere within this beast lies a person. A woman

A surprisingly intelligent and mature one

She doesn’t lash out at you when you attempt to escape, merely points out there is no escape just yet

And in time, you no longer attempt to escape. You see it is futile, yes, but most of all: not necessarily. You know she will keep her promise

Bela doesn’t get angry when you refuse eating meals together, and equally doesn’t get angry when you do join her and show clumsiness with the cutlery

You notice, she must be a noble. To have been raised as one, rather than merely residing in the large manor

She knows which fork to use for what. She sits straight and upright, her head held high despite her appearance. She screams royalty effortlessly

You wonder, however- has she always been this way? This- inhuman

When you ask her, she is surprisingly open about it, and when she points out the blonde woman on the large portrait in the main hall, you can’t believe your eyes at first

She used to be beautiful…and oddly enough- she still is

Even as she no longer has the human-like appearance she used to have

Still, you recognize the same, piercing, golden eyes

The same blonde of her hair, now fur that stretches across her body

The very same necklace with the embedded red gemstone that still sits snugly around her throat

And lastly, the same rose tattoo decorating her forehead

She tells you of the curse, even the rose indicating how much time it left

You shiver, knowing her time is running out

As you begin spending time with her, you notice yourself falling

Yet- you can’t be sure she feels the same. She seems to have a brick wall set up around her, unable to let you in or allow her any escape

And at first, you don’t mind. You merely wait out the time

Yet…in time she becomes so…curious

A month passes and you know not many are to follow

If she is to die, you want to know who she is. Who this beautiful woman is and was

You intend to break it down her walls

In time, you find out there is more to her than she likes to let on

You find a way to bond. A tiny hole in the cement bricks her walls are made of, allowing you to slip through enough to see her

You find out- Bela loves to read and write. And as much as she attempts to fight it, this allows a connection

Such as the small, almost shy smile when you find out about her favourite books and quote from them throughout the day

You notice it, even as it only lasts a few seconds before she hurriedly wipes it off her lips again

In time, she doesn’t bother hiding it again

She is perceptive, and you find yourself having your favourite food more and more often

Your hourly time together increases, so that nearly all evenings are spent together

You’re reading together in the library. Sometimes out loud to one another, sometimes quietly on your own, yet within each other’s company

Within another few weeks, she begins to warm up to you

She cuddles up to you when you read to her

In return, you hold her as tight as you can

With the last month drawing near its end, you both become more and more tense

You want to save her

And Bela? She didn’t believe she would ever yearn to be saved

She’s scared to make a move first. She knows, to break the curse, love must come from you

She’s worried initiating things will make your feelings less genuine

Alas, it is one day she rests in your arms, her eyes closed, a relaxed smile played on her lips

She listens as you read from her favourite book, your voice smooth and trained from having done this so often already

When you look down, you can’t help but allow your gaze to linger on her face a little longer than normal

You take her in, her beautiful features and the soft fur decorating her body due to the curse

You trace the one on her cheek, a soft blush on your face when her golden eyes snap open and find yours

Her lips are parted, as though inviting you in

Gently, you raise her head up, and even more so, you brush your lips against hers

You gasp when she suddenly pulls away, an apology ready to tumble from your lips

Yet, it isn’t the kiss that made her pull away, but rather the warm light seemingly coming from her

She’s gasping loudly, her eyes pressing shut and hands raising as though to protect herself

You watch as paws with claws turn to gentle, petite hands and soft palms, thin fingers with black painted, sharp nails

Fur is turned to soft, pale skin

A petite nose, even fuller, pinker lips

No longer does blonde hair cover her, but merely the hair on top of her head. You take in its sight, the way it perfectly descends on her shoulders and down her back

Her eyes, golden as they were in her beast form, shine bright for you

They glisten with tears, as do yours

This time, she doesn’t hold back

She runs to you, her human arms wrapping around you, her lips, warm and soft, pressing against yours

You smile into the kiss, at last content with the knowledge that you will not lose her to time

Cassandra

She doesn’t believe in witchcraft, in curses, in true love

When she is given a chance to apologise and make things right, lest she will face “consequences”, she laughs in the hag’s face

In a split second, she is transformed, and she is forced to believe in all she thought was false

Only days later can she comprehend what happened, long after

When fur covers her body, her precise fingers replaced by large paws, her lethal nails now truly claws

When she wakes up a week after, she finds a single red rose on her nightstand, a note underneath explaining the flower’s petals signal her remaining life span

She doesn’t believe it, naturally, despite her beastly form

In fact, she laughs, her hand clasping around the flower and squeezing

Cassandra screams at the sudden pain in her chest. She immediately knows, this is real

By the time Alcina, Bela and Daniela rush into her room, the lies on the floor, clutching her chest and the flower

Eighteen or so petals lie dead on the floor, already curled in on itself after her assault

Only fifteen remain. One for a day? For a month? For a year? For a century?

No one dares guess

Yet, as flowers fall every few weeks, worry rises

It’s made clear, Cassandra must find her true love

The thought itself would have made her laugh before all of this

And somehow, it still does

She would rather die than fall in love again, she’s certain. Death can not betray her the same way love has in the past

Alas, she doesn’t even consider it

No amount of scolding and raging from Alcina, no amount of reasoning from Bela, and no amount of sheer begging from Daniela has her see reason

She refuses to even give it a try

Suitors chosen by her family are turned down and devoured with a smile on her face

Maidens and other staff members brave enough to make a move are used as playthings in the basement

She acts like she doesn’t mind her new form

And she doesn’t, not fully at least. She is even stronger, faster, and looks more intimidating than ever

Naturally, the huntress enjoys this

However, she is not oblivious to the comments made about her, nor the ones she existing and forming anew every morning when she catches her reflection in the mirror

She truly looks like the monster all make her out to be, now. All see the monster she apparently is, now

All, but you

You see the woman within

You remember her vibrant, loud laughter through the halls

You remember the sadistic joy in her eyes whenever you finished polishing her sickle. Sharp, and clean, ready to taste blood again

You wonder- are you a monster too- for smiling at the memory of her proud, self satisfied smirk upon presenting her bloodied sickle to you again

Yet- she is changed now. You don’t know what happened, only that something happened

She is covered in fur, her appearance beast-like

Even sharper teeth than normal. Even louder snarls and growls

More muscles, even sharper nails. No, claws, now

And, of course, the horns stemming from her head. Ready to impale, at all times intimidating those around her

Yet, the same stunning, golden eyes…

The same smile as she snarls, the same hunger and anger, the same stubbornness and sadistic humour

You can’t help but ask yourself; what happened to the beautiful huntress?

Has she encountered prey that is not so easily slain, at last?

Has she, as you knew she eventually would, made an enemy too powerful?

As the one tasked with nearly all concerning her weapons, the two of you used to be quite close

Now, not even you know what happened to the beauty

You’re determined to find out. You- care for her- you fancy her- you come to realise

And you’re not fighting such thoughts

Alas, you do find yourself surprised when you make moves and are not immediately torn to pieces by another family member

Everyone at the castle knows just how protective they are of one another

Getting close to one without gaining another’s attention and feeling their watchful eye on one’s back is impossible

Yet- no knife comes to your neck when you serve Cassandra her dinner plate and leave it with the smallest of flowers, made of smooth, beautiful metal, something you specifically asked the duke to get

And Cassandra? She has the cutest expressions you’ve ever seen her have. In the next moment it’s gone, as she snarls and digs into her food like an animal would

It seems, she doesn’t quite get the hint

You don’t mind. Years of being with her allow you to know bits and pieces of what she’s like

You have learned she appreciates bold honesty, and that’s exactly what you’re going with

So when she swarms to you, her entire front covered in blood, and reaches her hand paw out to grasp the next weapon, polished and sharp, your voice stops her in her tracks

You confess, you’re thinking inappropriately of her

Not the way one should be thinking of one of the ladies of the house

She seems to brush it off with laughter, and you frown

Did she not understand?

You mentally face palm at your mistake. No, unlike others, you not only crave her for sex. You decide to specify

“I have been thinking of kissing you and holding your hand” you admit instead

You watch her golden eyes widen, then gasp in surprise when her clawed paw comes down on the wooden table between you

She snarls, and in an instant, she is off

What?

Seemingly unreciprocated as it is, you would have thought she’d kill you on the spot

And perhaps she would’ve, if she didn’t like you, and if it wasn’t for the promise made to her family. Yes, she was avoiding love. But she wasn’t allowed to kill it

At first, you find yourself discouraged to court her. She didn’t seem interested in your approach

This is, however, until you receive an order from lady Daniela to retrieve candy from the village, where she suggests picking up a dagger for Cassandra, too

Yet, the cherry on top is an order from lady Bela herself, an order to clean the training hall. Right as Cassandra seemed to be using it

You watch her for a mere moment, punching and slicing, moving fast around the dummy

Then, you clear your throat to let her know of your presence. You doubt she would’ve been oblivious to it for long

As subtly instructed by her sisters, you hand the beastly beauty the dagger found and retrieved in the village

Her eyes practically shine at the sight. Sharp, curved. Little, yellow gemstones embedded in the side of the handle

She picks it up and you shriek when she swipes it across your cheek. A light touch is enough for blood to spill and your heart to race

Still, you stand perfectly clear when a long, strong tongue darts out and licks the blood from your cheek

Cassandra’s body pressed against your smaller one, her fur tickling your skin

You feel almost lightheaded, this close to her. If you tried, you could wrap your arm around her

Then, the moment passes, when she moves back and- to your surprise- bows her head slightly, just a mere moment, before she swarms off

A thank you

In the following weeks, you keep spending time with her. She barely seeks you out, and you see the stubborn walls built tightly around her

Yet- she feels them break, slowly, no matter how fast she attempts to put them back up

She craves your attention and is ruthlessly jealous towards all showing you theirs, or daring to take yours from her

You begin spending time together nearly every day

She is with you when you work her weapons, occasionally snarling when she wants you to sharpen one even more, or purring contentedly when she thinks of a job well done

You bring her daggers, and in return, she brings you trophies from her hunts

Often, this has allowed you to have a wonderful dinner

It’s rare the staff gets any meat, so you quickly begin to feel proud when you’re able to fix yourself something up using the venison and such she brings you

At nighttime, you’re aware of her form occasionally slipping in your room, as if to check up on you

You never expose or stop her; even leave out a bite or two from your food

You make sure you leave her raw flesh, knowing she enjoys it better

You are still blissfully unaware of the flower, until one day you make your way to the armoury and- to your surprise- find her on the ground

As you rush over, she is panting heavily, her eyes barely open, her paw-like hands trembling, her lips parted and letting out small, sharp whines and whimpers

She lies there like a wounded animal when you sink to the ground and pull her head onto your lap. Immediately, she turns to you, weak, yet alert

In her hand, she is clutching a single flower

A red rose, with merely a single petal hanging on to it

You don’t understand

She’s shaking, as though crying in your arms. You don’t understand she is scared, this close to death

Still, you attempt to comfort her

“I’m here, Milady”, you promise, and with intentions innocent, yet loving, you press a single kiss to her forehead

You gasp when the dark room is finally lit up by the sun-like light surrounding her

She’s gasping, her eyes wide when she breathes even when the last flower petal falls and sinks to the stony floor

Your eyes press shut in an instant when the light subsides, a fierce blush on your cheeks and the image before you burned into your mind. You’re not complaining in the slightest

Fur and beastly features have been replaced. Her large, paw-like hands have returned to scarred palms and strong fingers, smooth skin and decently muscular arms

Her hair, on top of her head, is wild and caressed her skin as she lies on you, shivering in her naked form on the stony ground, her arms pulled to her chest to cover herself, her legs tucked in for the same purpose

You remember the sight of smooth, pale skin, scarred here and there, bruised at parts, but beautiful nonetheless. Smooth legs, slim hips, a bellybutton and her abdomen, her fleshy thighs all seen in the second it took until your eyes slipped shut

You hum when, suddenly, you feel her lips against yours again, yet can’t at all help but smile into the kiss

It seems, the curse has been broken

Daniela

She’s always been into fairytales. Princes and princesses, dragons, thieves, empresses, pirates, gnomes, witches, beasts

Just- she never assumed she would live one

When approached by an old, hooded man, she doesn’t bother hiding her disgust

How’d that get into the castle? Mother always keeps them away

She shudders when the figure stretches out his hand, his fingers bony, his weak smile hidden in the shadow of his grey, dirty hood

Held between his fingers, a single rose, clasped, so no thorns are left on it

Daniela grimaces

She has been taught not to take things a man-thing offers

Such an odd, mysterious looking one, too

She declines, her grimace turning into loud laughter when the man stretches out his arm, as though asking her to reconsider

Then, mood strikes her again. She didn’t even notice her sickle appearing next to her, nor how she gripped it until she brought it down on the man already

Only, it didn’t slice. No blood, merely fog, and light, by far too much of it

Before she could even tell what happened, her vision became blurry already

Upon waking up, the curse was bestowed on her

Her flesh transformed, her frame larger and beastly, furry with sharp horns sticking from her and her petite fingers transformed into monstrous, large, paw-like hands with sharp claws

Her teeth, small fangs replaced with larger ones, her tongue large and foreign in her mouth

A tail, growing from her, wrapped around her protectively

She whimpers, then screams for her sisters and mother

As they arrive, all words die on their tongues

Their eyes are wide and horrified, their brains jumping to attempt to understand the situation, the appearance of the youngest Dimitrescu

In her hand, a single rose and a letter

Even in time, she can’t get accustomed to her appearance

All mirrors are removed in her rooms, she doesn’t even dare meet her reflection in the bathtub

And still, she is overly aware of it all. How difficult it is to speak, how very different her body is

How she is looked at…what they say behind her back, thinking she can’t hear

She is moved out of the castle, and to Donna’s lands. The flower is handed to her, to study, and as payment, while Daniela resides in a manor in the woods

By herself, where no one but her can remind her of all this

At least, that is the plan. Was. A plan that changed when she first spots you pick a flower of her garden, then- to her horror- push open the heavy doors leading inside

“Hello?”

The phrase seems to almost echo in the hall, and makes her flinch. Before, she would have been thrilled about company. Now…

She yearns for company, still, there is no doubt about that. Yet..a glance down at her paw-like hands and furry arms has her think better than to show herself

“G’o”, she demands, her voice quivering, unused

You merely whip around, as though trying to find where the beautiful voice is coming from

When you take a step in her direction, she immediately backs up. She can’t let you spot her this way! How did you even get past Donna in the first place!

“Go!”, she pleads again, her voice a little stronger this time

You stop dead in your tracks, a small frown on your face. Go? Why?

As you ask her just that, her breathing grows heavier

“There’s a beast”, she answers

You frown again. A lycan, perhaps? Is it keeping the woman with the beautiful voice a prisoner? Why? You’ve never known a lycan to do such a thing

“Can I stay?”

She nearly whimpers, torn

She yearns for company, for you. For a piece of herself again. And yet…you will be just like everyone else upon discovering her truth

“Make sure the monster doesn’t find you. Stay away and hidden”, she says instead, doing her very best to keep an animalistic growl and purr back

And you take her advice to heart. You stay out of sight, your head ducked even when you can’t spot the trace of a monster

At nighttime, you hear the lovely voice of the woman through a closed, wooden door

You knock, and smile as you hear a gasp from the inside. Then, however, your breath hitches at the other sound coming from the room

A growl, animalistic, loud

Is the beast with the beauty? Right this moment? Keeping her in there? Terrifying her?

You’re not sure where your sudden rush of adrenaline comes from, yet you suddenly find yourself gripping the handle and pushing the wooden door open

You’re faced with what you believe must be the beast she spoke of

Large, with furry ears and blackened horns, sharp, threatening fangs and claws

Yet, the sweetest, most human shriek falls from the creature’s lips at your sudden intrusion

You see the truth in an instant. This is the woman talking to you upon your arrival

Immediately, you feel as though intruding. Yet, you can’t move from the spot, her gaze strong, but gentle

In a split second of vulnerability, she allows you to see it all

Her pain, her humanity, her hunger for blood, the beast in her, the love and passion, the yearning, the care, the playfulness, the loneliness

When you step closer to her, she doesn’t know what to expect

She closes her eyes and wonders; will you strike her down? Like the beast she is, or rather, looks?

No such thing happens

Instead, she shivers when she feels your hands thread through the fur covering her cheeks, all the way up to her furry, soft ears

She can’t help but purr at the feeling, her face feeling warm

You work carefully with her, as though exploring the strange woman’s body and nature

When hesitant, golden eyes meet yours, they widen immediately at the care they find in yours

You must love her! Right? You’re the one to break the curse! True love! It must be!

As she suddenly leans forwards and you feel oddly soft lips press against yours, you shriek in surprise

Her expression turns to a hurt, almost disappointed one when you pull back

No magic? But- you must be the one! You must free her of this!

It seems, her expression tells you her thoughts

Still- you don’t leave. And she doesn’t make you

In the weeks to come, you find out just how clingy the company-deprived woman is

She spends all her time with you, should you grant her this

Meals are eaten together. At first, she attempts human food

Soon after, you encourage her to eat properly, and smile at the mess she creates devouring her meal right from the plate, no utensils needed, nor able to be used by her large, claw-like fingers

She spends her days with you, showing you the manor and its many rooms

The library, the opera hall, the bedrooms, the kitchen, the large garden

Upon entering a greenhouse, you notice the many sketches of a rose pinned to a part of the wall

She explains the curse, all too eager to be open with you about this. It feels far too good to allow all of it out

As she talks, she feels the weight slip off her shoulders

You understand her, somehow

In such short time, the cursed beauty has dug her way to your heart, and now seems to be fully taking it up

Before you know it, you sleep comfortably in her arms, and keep her head nestled on your stomach at night

She’s close to you, the low rumble of her purrs lulling you to sleep

She radiates warmth, while you eagerly suck it up

As months pass, you grow closer and closer together

You take her out on dates, even as neither of you calls them that

You spend day and night together, your fingers entangled in her fur, her clawed hand gently caressing you as much as she can

The more time passes, the larger the urge to kiss her. It nearly overcomes you sometimes

You wonder- how do her lips taste? You sometimes still feel the ghostly touch of them on you from when she has kissed you months ago

You hunt together sometimes, and you help her prepare the food and try it in new, different ways

You encourage her about her appearance, and smile whenever you hear her laughter when she is dressed loosely in beautiful gowns

You watch the stars together and enjoy candlelit dinners

You paint, she watches. She dances, clumsily, in such her current form, while you sing along

As she whirls and jumps, laughs and giggles, you can’t help but snake your way past the chairs and piano, right to her

She gasps when you clasp her large hand, mindful of the sharp claws adorning her fingers

When you whirl her around, she laughs, vibrant and happy

You allow her to move a little more, your smile matching her wide one

When she whirls back around to you, you grasp her furry cheeks gently. You feel the soft hair under your fingertips

When you lean in and your lips touch, you nearly gasp at the electricity between the two of you

She gasps as she pulls away, her arms stretched out, her golden eyes wide as she watches with wonder

Her fingers transform first, huge claws replaced by sharp fingernails painted a deep red, connected to soft flesh and pale, petite fingers that stem from a soft palm

Her arms are next, no longer furry, but pale and nearly grey, shivers overtaking her skin

Next is her chest, and you hurriedly supply her with your vest to wrap around her

Yet, it’s her face that has your breath hitch

Soft, round features

A gentle chin, and full, soft cheeks

Kissable lips, painted pink

A button nose

And lastly, her stunning, golden eyes

You smile widely at her

Big appreciation to @darkittensniper for supplying me with music and good soup while writing this🙌 ur the best, Mother

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #AK anon

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Hello✨

Can I request a fic where Larissa and f!reader are in relationship and one night are talking about what turns them on and would maybe wanted to try in bed and R mentions that somnophillia sounds interesting and Larissa agrees. So one night L can’t fall asleep while R is already sleeping she remembers what R said and decided to give somnophillia a go? (Hope everything makes sense, it’s my first time requesting)

Hello my lovely, I hope this is okay my darling and I’m honoured to be the person to receive your first request.

Experimenting 18+

*Authors note~ I have to admit I was a little anxious about how to approach it and where I could take it. But I think I'm finally happy with the outcome now*

Trigger warnings~ somnophillia oral (r receiving) thigh riding (l ) fingering (r )

Prompt~ see the ask^^^

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When you joined the Nevermore staff, you had never imagined that it would lead you to the love of your life. Or that she would be a shape shifting headmistress who doted on your every move. This was clearly a slice of heaven and you'd be lying to say if you weren't addicted to the angel that was clearly Larissa Weems. The fact someone so uniquely beautiful, inside and out, was interested in little you was absolutely mind blowing for you. Yet you couldn't be happier with your life.

It's only natural as your relationship progressed you and Larissa had conversations about what you like and dislike. It became clear quickly to you both that Larissa thrived off of dominating you and you adored submitting to the women. That fact caused more questions to be asked and more limits and boundaries to be discussed. As efficient as she always is, Larissa complied all the information into a document and you'd regularly review it to see if it was all correct. That list is what caused the best morning of your life.

During these conversations consent had been acquired for any possible situation that could occur. The thought of doing something you were not happy with actually made the taller women feel physically I'll. There was multiple ways she could incorporate your desires which allowed her to still leave you guessing. The element of surprise is what added to the game. You had safe words and the colour system as ways of reassurance. Your safe word being "Ocean" and "Red" while amber allowed a conversation to take place.

Recently you had been having a rough time, your students seemed to want to challenge your authority which had resulted in you being extremely stressed and agitated. You constantly seconded guessed everything you did and were unable to fully relax and unwind outside of the classroom. It was truly heartbreaking for Larissa to see, you hadn't even tried to be your usual bratty self the past few days. That's when the idea hit her, you were to focused on what was happening around you that you weren't able to fully let go, all she wanted to do was help you with that. Which is why she consulted the file and found one thing you wanted to try, something Larissa had been on the fence with initially. After talking about Larissa agreed to try it with you but truthfully you had accepted that it was just going to remain a fantasy. Oh but your girlfriend was full of surprises.

Larissa would always wake up first. It was a routine really, normally she would spend time in bed with you enjoying the intimate moments. You were always so beautiful but there was something about how you looked asleep. Your mind free of worry, your brows relaxed and your lips curled up in a little smile every time you felt her lips against your skin. That's what really gave her the confidence to do this for you. You needed to relax and if this was going to help then Larissa would happily oblige. Not only were you a submissive but you were her love and she only wanted you happy in life.

Thankfully, you always preferred to sleep without clothing, you'd argue it was much too warm for that, that made Larissa's plan ten times easier. Ever so carefully she moved her body below the covers and shifted to settle between your legs. She let her lips press a few gentle kisses to your thighs and her fingers trailing over the skin there. Every now and then she would peak her head up through the cover to see what your facial expression was doing. Seeing the happy smile on your lips encouraged her to give your centre a tentative lick. You instantly responded on your sleep by your breath hitching. Much to Larissa's relief she could see you were enjoying yourself despite being asleep. And that's what spurred her on. Her licks becoming more sure of themselves.

You felt yourself coming round to the land of the living with an undeniable feeling of pleasure between the apex of your thighs. A moan tore through you as your sleepy brain registered your girlfriends diligently working her tongue against your now dripping core. Moans were spilling out from you uncontrollably and you brought your hands to her hair in a tale that you wanted her to continue. You could feel her smirk against your cunt before she plunged her tongue inside of you and moaned at the taste. "Oh fuck me larissa Jesus" you moaned the sleep still evident in your voice. This was ten times hotter than you had ever imagined.

Sensing you were close she moved the covers so she could see you before whispering "my little slut, you enjoy mommy using you while you sleep then huh?" You couldn't help but moan at her words, they were cut off by a cry as she took your aching clit between her lips to suck. That's what threw you over the edge. She helped you come back from your high before crawling up to kiss you good morning. You could taste yourself on her tongue before you mumbled "good morning to you too my love"

One kiss lead to multiple kisses and a quick check in which you readily replied "green god green" had resulted in Larissa perched on your thigh, her fingers finding your soaked centre. You brought yourself up to try and kiss every inch of her exposed chest, her hips rocking in time with her thrusting fingers. The room filled with the sounds of your arousal and the combined moans and pants of you both as you chased the high together. That morning you both fell over the edge together before collapsing in the bed together catching your breath.

"Baby? Was that okay? I just you said" Larissa stumbled over her words, the nerves now showing. "Ris, it was perfect, I loved it thank you darling" you reassured adding kisses to punctuate each word. For the first time in days you fully relaxed. Here in her arms after that amazing morning all the stress had melted away.

Word count ~ 1157

*Authors note~ I'm not sure if I like this or not but it was an attempt at least*

#fanfic #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #principleweemsxreader #principal larissa weems x reader #anon request #anon aks #fan fic smut

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