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Fluff prompt @darkittensniper and I just talked about:

Daniela having been a little shit recently, playing pranks, breaking maidens, leaving her books and sickle everywhere for her sisters (especially Bela) to clean up. What does she get in return? Nothing, because Alcina cannot at all stay angry at her when Daniela flashes her little puppy eyes.

Cue to Alcina being woken up at 3-4am, flabbergasted at the noises of screams, music, singing, shrieks and whining and the bickering of her 3 precious daughters.

Still on her nightdress, she walks into the opera hall to find Cassandra lifting Daniela above her head, laughing while the redhead is cursing word after word.

Bela on the Piano, singing along as she plays the theme for lion king and Cassandra rambles something about little Simba, Daniela- their baby sister, they never fail to remind her when they feel like annoying her.

Of course, Cassandra is a little too excited and wild, opting for full on yeeting poor Daniela when she trashes and cuts Cassandra’s gloves with her nails.

Alcina, ever the observant mother, of course catches on and catches her youngest, yelling about how her precious “baby” should not be bullied like this. Cue to more laughter and pitiful whines of “Mamaaaaaa…..!” because Daniela is not happy about being called a “baby (-sister)” after living for centuries already and being more of a grandma lmao

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[iiilovebeam]

Art for @darkittensniper

[darkittensniper]

First Drawing of my OC for my OCxAlcina Fanfic.

Jasper Norov. 27y/o Female. Snow Leopard Shifter. Height- 6'5"

@iilovebeam was the amazing artist who drew this for me! I still just stare at it for long mintutes as a time like WOW something from my brain got drawn. like kdufsfngleabg Again thank you for the lovely artwork! I hope to reach out to this amazing person for more some day :)

[tootie23]

I got tagged by @oceanstorm07

I’m supposed to tag 20 people, but sadly I don’t interact on here much so I tagged the 2 people I’ve talked too lol! Don’t have to do this, but it was kind of fun!

THE LAST:

1. Drink: A sip of “He ain’t neva home” A beer my friends and I brewed. It was good 2 years ago, not so much after 2 years

2. Phone Call: My mom. Only because she doesn't text. 

3. Text Message: Everybody, I hate talking on the phone.

4. Song you Listened to: Holiday by Madonna 

5. Time you cried: Crying is for widows and crocodiles 

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: Ugh, yes.

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yeah, the lights came on and their teeth were literally fizzing

8. Been cheated on: almost

9. Lost someone special: Yes

10. Been depressed: That’s my life

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Ughhhh yessss

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. Black

13. Red

14. Blue

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Sort of

16. Fallen in or out of love: No

17. Laughed until you cried: Saturday

18. Found out someone was talking about you: no

19. Met someone who changed you: no

20. Found out who your friends are: I have a pretty awesome group of friends 

21: Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Yep

GENERAL:

22: How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Other than randomly being friends with Jem’s voice actress, I know all of them in some way.

23: Do you have any pets: Chickens(General Tso, Waffles, Nugget, Noodle, and Jasper Paprikash), Guinea pig(Lil Reese), dog(Penny), Soon I will be getting a goat...sooooon

24. Do you want to change your name: My name is awesome 

25. What did you do for your last birthday: Small Jasper themed house party

26. What time did you wake up: 745am

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Chatting about Wentworth I think?

28. Name something you can’ wait for: My chickens to get old enough to lay eggs. I love them!

29: When was the last time you saw your mom: Saturday

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish my default mood was happy and I didn’t have to work so hard to appreciate what I have. 

31. What are you listening to right now: The sound of silence

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yep

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Overdone discourse 

34. Most visited website: “The Facepage” as my parents call it.

RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME:

35. Mole/s:Nope

36. Mark/s: A few scars and small tattoos one of which I randomly got just so I would never have to wear a skirt when I was in the military. 

37. Childhood dream: To be an Egyptologist 

38. Hair color: Black

39. Long or short hair: Shooooort, little curly fauxhawk

40. Do you have a crush on someone: Hah! Nawl.

41. What do you like about yourself: I’m funny usually. My sense of humor helps me out. I’m resourceful, I figure out how to do the “impossible” . 

42. Piercings: both ears...formally other body parts *smirk

43. Blood type: O +

44. Nicknames: Tootie, Reese, Reese The Apocalypse, Silky the Christmas pimp(long story). 

45. Relationship status: 

46. Zodiac: Pieces/Aquarius cusp  

47. Pronouns: She/Her, Your grand luminance, Chick ones

48. Favorite TV show: Jem, Steven Universe, Wentworth, Sense8, Battlestar Galactica, 

49. Tattoos: Ankh, small Dragon on my calf that I rushed out to get because a bunch of dumb female Airmen wanted to wear a skirt to graduation, Chinese characters saying “Girl Power” Yep...Like Sporty Spice. The 90′s were hard on everyone ok?, Eye of Horus.

50. Right or left hand: Right, but kind of ambidextrous due to a surgery on my right wrist. 

51. Surgery: R wrist fused, left ankle rebuilt, kidney donated to brother, l shoulder rotator cuff repair, and I just had a hernia repair! 

52. Hair dyed in different color: I accidently dyed it orange once...

53. Sport: Roller Derby

54. (No question, so I’ll just put here my favorite video games): Fallout 3, final fantasy 7, World of Warcraft (Moorwyn the Troll yo!)

55. Vacation: Anywhere I can hike and camp, water featuere are a plus

56: Pair of trainers: I don’t know what this means. Adidas 

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: Griller (veggie burger)

58. Drinking: I only drink water...or alcoholic beverages anymore.

59. I’m about to clean: My house

(Missing questions 60-61)

62. Want: to be happy maybe 10% normal

63. Get married: Aight! 

64. Career: Disabled veteran, but I think I’ll go back and finish my masters one day (Community Health Education) I have a B.S in Health Science 

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. Hugs or kisses: All of it

66. Lips or eyes: both

67. Shorter or taller: Taller

68. Older or younger: younger

69. (Missing!)...Awww yeah?

70. Nice arms or stomach: biceps please!

71. Sensitive or loud: both, not at the same time I guess?

72. Hook up or relationship: Both

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: I’m a troublemaker. But not the bad drama kind! 

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: Yesssss...sooo much

75. Drank hard liquor: Yup

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yes :-(

77. Turned someone down: Yeah, dudes love trying to marry funny chicks. No thanks.

78. Sex on the first date: Sure! Depends on a ton of factors though.

79. Broken someone’s heart: Yes :-(

80. Had your heart broken: yes

81. Been arrested: No! But I’ve arrested people. It’s hilarious seeing giant grown men cry like babies. Smh

82. Cried when someone died: That’s a good reason to cry

83. Fallen for a friend: Yes...siiiigh

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: When I’m in a good place yes! 

85. Miracles: um. Can Science explain it?

86. Love at first sight: Nope. Horny at first sight? Yes!

87. Santa Claus: I totally saw him once on a late shift. 

88. Kiss on first date: Yeah, why not?

OTHER:

90. Current best friend: Kristo Smiff, I can always be 100% myself with her and tell her when I am having a mental health issue. She’s cool with giving me time and space, but not taking it personally. 

91. Eye color: lightish brown

92. Favorite movie: Fried Green tomatoes is my favorite book and movie. @darkittensniper @tikkish

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Hello my FAVORITE child, your Mother stopping by to drop a HC request if ya don't mind humoring me. I give you free reign with the maidens.... they are replaceable . But my vases and flowers are off limits still. You still do no wrong and are so perfect, smart and intelligent.

Also make sure u drain the blood the way Alci showed with the maidens. Now to my ask...... *unfolds a long ass piece of parchment paper and puts on my glasses*

Ok so hear me out. You know my HC on Feral Cass after her Cadou implant. Like babygirl is dumb ass rocks. She cant speak, talk, read, write, like nothing. Her whole brain gets wiped from something going wrong w her Cadou. She ask like a legit animal, like growling and snarls instead of words. U know feral feral.

SO like I would LOVE to hear your HC's on what Feral Cass would be like if she is like on a hunt and finds a pregnant women in the woods. For some reason or the other the women is lost from the village cuz preggo brain. Like she can smell that the women is with child and gets maybe curious about just what that means. *dumb ass rocks Cass but still has those baser instincts to know that this isn't normal prey* And maybe Cass like ends up protecting the women from an attack *cuz u know those woods aint never safe* so she is even more confused on why she did that. Why protect this "bloated "human ? Its just a human... right? She kills humans just to kill, what was different about this one type.

OK I go now... I ramble. BYYYEEEEE MY FAVORTIE CHILD!!!!!!

Hello, Mother @darkittensniper ! I suppose the vases and flowers being off limits is acceptable aims hatchets at the windows Being right and correct and all😌🙌 Dw, I know how to drain em >:)

Nooooow, abso-freaking-lutely! We love sum feral Cassie in this house🙌

Let’s get into it :)!

Masterlists

Noises, smells, visuals, everywhere. Cassandra loves and hates it at the same time

Her head jerks, from left to right, up and down. Her eyes wide, her lips parted enough to allow a glimpse of sharp, white canines dripping blood

Every little sound has her attention

Every little movement has her twitch and glance in the direction

Every scent makes her growl quietly

A hunt- a good hunt, this one will be. Certainly

If only she could settle on a prey. There is simply so much to choose from, she’s foaming at the mouth and growling in excitement already

Birds, boars, rabbits, villagers and hunters, Lycans and bears, even a varcolac!

She turns her head to the right, so fast it feels as though her neck is snapping

Cassandra snarls at the sensation, and for a moment it’s enough to drown out the noise she has just heard

Ah, but it returns. Panting

Yes, unmistakably

Female. Exhausted. Panicking. Crying

Cassandra’s eyes flash dangerously for a moment

She snarls for a mere moment again, her claw-like nails digging sharply into the handles of her daggers. For a second she considers dropping them, before the memory of the special engravings on its handle remind her not to do so

Then, a smirk appears on her face when she catches the direction of the strange scent

She is ready to hunt

She runs fast, uncaring and unaware of her dress getting stuck on twigs and thorns and ripping free again seconds after

Often, it nearly makes her trip. She pays it no mind, only keeps running

She can’t think, can’t talk, can’t do a thing but follow the noise and follow her basic instinct to discover, claim, and kill

The closer the gets, the more feral she seems to become

Her mouth waters at the loud heartbeat she hears, her eyes widen at the overwhelming scent that hits her

Suddenly she stops in her tracks, so sudden it’s as if she’s run into an invisible wall

She snarls, then whimpers, as though in confusion

Certainly, this scent is different than a normal one

Hunger and brutality is met with curiosity

As her legs come to a final halt and she stalks quietly, she finds her prey

She moves under twigs and through bushes, quietly snarking and smacking them away with the sharp sides of the daggers

Her lips curl upwards when she finds her prey again, this time being granted a closer look

Panting, crying, hissing and groaning, clutching her bloated stomach. Poor thing. Not that Cassandra understands

A woman. This much is clear

You’re unaware of the feral, beast-like brunette watching you from among the trees

You don’t hear her growl, her snarl of frustration when she can’t figure out what’s different about you

You don’t care, either, though

Not when all your attention is pulled to your foot and the harsh metal spikes piercing it

The flesh of your ankle is swollen and red, pulsing and radiating heat. You cry out and pant to yourself as you attempt to work on the sharp metallic teeth

A bear trap

Cassandra catches wind of this, too

Her lips are all too dry, and as her tongue darts out to lick them, her eyes flash to the blood covering your ankle

Hunger takes over her again, and as she inhales sharply, a small, excited squeak passes her lips

Her head jerks sideways again when a roar is heard, loud enough to cover her hiss and growls of displeasure and loud enough for even you to hear

A bear

She feels excited again, her bloodlust returning wholly, among something else

She needs to slay this beast

She practically tastes your panic in the air as the sound rings out and scares nearby birds

Is she about to watch the bear devour you? It doesn’t seem so

With a mind too clouded, the feral brunette can’t even entertain the idea of it

Instead, she swarms fast, the tip of her dagger grazing your shoulder as she stands in front of you

Protectively, even

She bares her teeth at the large animal coming from among the twigs and bushes, her own, sharp canines on display, blood and drool forming at her mouth

The beast stares for a moment, as though to think this over

Both are locked into a staring match, neither advert their eyes, neither moving at all

She takes in the black fur, the brown eyes, the mouth pulled to form a snarl similar to hers

Sharp teeth, perhaps even sharper claws on the animal’s paws

She practically vibrates with excitement, her flies buzzing both excitedly and aggressively

After a few seconds, she can’t stand the anticipation any longer

She charges, a growl and snarl coming from her

Yet, in her dizzying bloodlust and excitement, she is once again too fast and little strategic

As the bear moves sideways, Cassandra hisses. She slams against one of the trees, the wood hard against her shoulder

She snarls angrily, her body turning back to the bear running at her. It too is ready to charge now

She rips herself from the tree, her daggers slicing harshly into the bear’s massive neck

As blood spills and slaps her in the face, she laughs, the sound almost high pitched in excitement, the most human one she has been able to make so far

Clearly, she is enjoying herself

You watch in awe as she fights the beast, the show temporarily distracting you from the aching and biting pain of your ankle

The bear falls fast, a loud roar the last sound coming from it when daggers and teeth dig into its neck and rip brutally

A quick death, albeit a bloody one. You wonder if yours will be the same

The brunette hasn’t yet turned her attention back to you

She’s studying the body, sniffing and prodding, cutting and licking the blood off the blades, uncaring when she accidentally makes a cut at her own tongue or lip

You watch her, elegant, yet not elegant at all at the same time…her movements are fast and animalistic, feral

She snaps her head when she hears something, sniffs and tilts her head to examine the corpse

And yet, the way she holds her daggers, the way her back is just slightly arched as she has a look…she has something regal about her, a mere trace of elegance deep within

You turn your attention back to the bear trap

When you attempt to grasp one of the metallic claws and tug the trap open, you nearly scream in pain. It doesn’t budge, and you can’t see it properly with your stomach disallowing you to sit up as you’d like to

You bite down on your lip harshly, so that only a whimper comes from you, and gently stroke over your stomach to calm yourself

You remember what you have been told. To stay calm. To avoid stress. Well, that’s working out well for you…

Yet, you don’t realise that your pained whimper immediately has her head snap back to you

She’s back at you in an instant, her eyes following you when you flinch backwards

She feels- confused

Why did she save you?

Cassandra hovers over you, the blood at her face immediately catching your attention

Yet, with your leg stuck, you can’t even pull away as she climbs over you, the slightly torn parts of her dress almost ticklish against your trapped leg

You watch her face lower to your stomach, her expression almost confused

Cassandra snarls for a moment. No response comes from you or your stomach

Why is it like that? Why do you smell so odd?

She catches the scent, yours, and your blood. And another. A light one. Coming from your stomach

You tense as she inhales, her cheek brushing against your covered stomach

Cassandra only grows more curious. Uncaring about you, she sinks her teeth into the fabric of your shirt and pulls it up

Yet, when she doesn’t find a human curled against you like expected, but a large stomach only, she jumps back in surprise

Had it not been for the quick beat of your heart and the painful ache of your leg, you might’ve laughed at the strange view of this woman being startled by your stomach

However, she is quick to approach you again

With her head tilted sideways, she eyes you curiously

You realise- she isn’t going to hurt you. Nor is she going to hurt your unborn baby

Instead, she keeps sniffing about, eyes wide, fingers poking and prodding as though to confirm it’s your skin

When you attempt to sit up, you scream, having momentarily forgotten about the bear trap

Her eyes flash and widen, and for a mere moment the beautiful gold in them catches you off guard

You watch her move down your body, sniffing and inspecting you, as though checking for more wounds

Then, she is right at the beartrap

She grabs it, and with a firm yank, it comes loose

You scream, and for a moment, clutch your stomach tightly

Confusion sets in when Cassandra copies the action, her bloodied hands on top of you too

She seems unsure of her own actions, as though they’re driven purely by instinct, rather than actual thought and consideration

She watches you for a few more moments, before leaning close to your stomach again

You gasp in surprise when she suddenly smears her face against you, her bloodied cheek rubbing against you

Affectionately, almost

She growls as she repeats the action, again, and again

At last, she faces you again

Her head tilts. She takes you in, you realize. She is curious about you

“I’m from-the village”, you clarify for her. You wonder whether she can even understand you

She certainly looks human

“I got lost”, you admit, your voice raspy from screaming and crying

You don’t dare look down at your injured leg, instead keep your eyes fixated on her golden ones

She whines and snarls for a moment, then seems to come up with whatever she has been trying to think of

You shriek in surprise when her arms wrap around you and you’re lifted off the dirty ground

With certainty, she begins to walk, seemingly bringing you deeper into the forest

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I may be one of the few that really ship Cass and Lady Donna. The great Bela/Donna is always amazing thou! I just curious on ur thoughts on the matter of Cass/Donna ship?

You aren’t the only one pal! I could definitely see those two together. I like the idea of each sister with Donna though, honestly. Here’s some of my thoughts on especially Donna and Cassandra! :)

Masterlist

Cassandra and Donna seem like perfect opposites;

Donna, quiet and shy, reserved and eager to study more about her plants

Cassandra, sadistic and more than a tad bit crazy, energetic and eager to rip anything that moves to pieces

Not seeing Donna’s face was what drew the hunter’s attention to her

Never had Cassandra not seen someone’s face. Knowing apparently no one knows of the mysterious Lady Beneviento’s appearance made her all the more curious to Cassandra

She quickly notices how the two of them complement each other

Donna helps the skilled huntress relax. She teaches her to be calm and try new things, even introduces her to crafting and plants. Cassandra is particularly interested in those that can kill

Cassandra in turn shows Donna love and helps her feel more confident. She shows genuine interest in her dolls and cheers her on whenever they terrify someone. She also isn’t scared of them, something that catches Donna off guard

Cassandra loves to bask in the heat of the warm mansion and rest her head on Donna’s lap when she crafts another doll

Sometimes she will make suggestions for new designs, usually involving hidden blades. Donna indulges her and likes to listen

At other times, Cassandra will listen to the dollmaker talk about another poisonous plant. She likes to try to memorise some and at times even impresses Alcina at the dinner table when she brings up her knowledge on plants

Donna likes to keep the brunette close by. Cassandra radiates energy, and she feels safe with her

As they get into a relationship, even Donna begins to feel the confidence to reach out more. She will reach for Cassandra’s hand before the huntress sticks it out, and hold her cheek and clean it sometimes

She loves Cassandra’s head in her lap, and in turn Cassandra loves resting it on the doll maker’s thighs. It’s quickly becoming her favourite spot for naps

Donna also introduces Cassandra to tea, and snickers when the woman makes her distaste for it very clear. Ever since she stores some blood, fresh, in the kitchen

As they kiss, she often asks her lover to wear a blindfold. Cassandra doesn’t mind. She’s a predator and doesn’t need to see to know what’s going on. In fact, her senses are even more heightened, so that she feels the warmth of Donna’s skin as they kiss, her soft lips against hers

Cassandra makes sure to clean her chin of blood before visiting. If she forgets, she eagerly keeps her head on Donna’s lap while the dollmaker cleans her up with a soft cloth

At times she plays chase with Angie, but is always careful around the doll. She knows how much she means to Donna and doesn’t once question their strange connection

I mean, she is a woman made of flies connected to her sisters via a hive mind. How much stranger can it get?

When seeing Donna’s face for the first time, Cassandra almost freezes. She isn’t good with words, but thankfully Donna sees the awe in her eyes

She then proceeds to show the doll maker very, very often just how beautiful she is to her

She likes it especially when Donna demonstrates her powers given by the cadou

Cassandra is extremely protective of Donna, and so is the dollmaker of Cassandra

She makes sure to clear her bedroom of all her yellow flowers, and reduces their amount in the living. She isn’t yet sure what effect they have on Cassandra. Upon discovering one of her flowers, a blue type, makes the fly woman feel dizzy enough to swarm into trees and pillars, she had her dolls remove every ounce of them

When Donna is in company, which is rare, Cassandra always steps in front of her. She even is this protective around her sisters

Cassandra falls first, but Donna falls harder

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At last, @darkittensniper 🖤

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Me entering your blog:

What did I miss?...

700 follower and a Girlfriend?!!

Damn you got game, Congratulations 🎉

Haha, thank you? XP Apparently I have “rizz” lmao, eh, @darkittensniper

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Oh my fucking god.

I just remembered AO3 exists, like, for two years i forgot it was a thing. Idk how to process this information. For two years i have lived without AO3 omfg, i was waiting for the next chapter of a belaxreader and i forgot.

Does anyone have any recommendations?

Also, loved the cassxdonna fic 🤌✨

-deluded anon

XD

Fully depends on what you like to read!🙌 if anyone here is a fan of Alcina x OC, I highly recommend @darkittensniper ‘s story👀 (totally not using this as an opportunity to promote their work-…okay I am. It’s amazing y’all)

I’m happy to hear you like it :)🙌

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List of the lovely anons of this blog! :)

As there’s too many specific anons to all put in the featured tags (there’s a 24 tag limit I believe), I’ve decided to list them all here and put the tags on this post :)

This way y’all can find the requests of specific anons of this blog more easily, I hope

Part 2 to this, here

(Masterlists)

(The following are not in a specific order. I’m hoping to add to this list whenever a new anon claims a title🫶 don’t hesitate to let me know if I forgot some, please)

Rambunctious anon

Deluded anon

Weird anon

Touch starved anon

Asian anon

Lurker anon

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ anon

🐺 anon

🪶 anon

🎍 anon

⚔️ anon

👀 anon

🌲 anon

🐉 anon

🥚 anon

🦝 anon

Fluff anon

Flyin anon

Tia

-////- anon

🌊 anon

🦈 anon

🏳️‍🌈 anon

Users

Dianabetic6

Darkittensniper

El rey diablo

Fantasy-relax

Zeleneagle

The mighty pebble

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Welp if Feather revealed themselves. I must as well. its me... Im Flying Rizz Anon.

Feather I love that you are legit a crow. I need more crow friends. I have lots of shiny things to wow you don't worry! The irony of a cat and bird becoming friends!

Hehehe Muffin I know I said I would use the WorriedPerve bit but Flyin just seemed more... idk approachable! Cat be out the bag and cat is to silly to find her way back in said bag!

Damn, look at you rizzing them all up! XD🙌

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Sweet Divorce, dark Obsession, Love to come

Donna Beneviento x Daniela Dimitrescu

Donna sees her, and she knows; she must have her. She must claim what is hers.

Partly NSFW, Stalking, Manipulation, Top Donna, Bottom Daniela, Obsession, twisted intentions and falling in love quickly, a long post

Could probably be considered a part in a Stalker Donna x Dimitrescu series. Bela’s part can be found: here

Masterlists

Donna Beneviento is said to be many things.

A crafter of beautiful dolls, tiny clothing, and tools. A scientist and doctor, interested in exploring every little substance and every unique thing in detail. A botanist, collecting and using dozens of flowers and their pollen to her advantage. Now, those are all noble titles.

She also is a puppeteer, however, controlling and manipulating, shaping and guiding all to fit into the plot she has designed for them. She is an observer, quiet and appearing meek, and it helps her blend in with the shadows perfectly.

And she sees no reason not to blend in with them, to observe from afar, to study, to watch. She never allows an opportunity to pass by, but rarely recognizes opportunities as worth her time and effort.

This, is about to change, when a single, special woman catches her dark eye.

A regular day, a regular visit, nothing out of the ordinary, all is as usual. This is what Donna believed that day was going to be. After all, why wouldn’t she? After all, every previous visit has been just that. Arriving at the castle, a greeting by Alcina, an offering of tea and biscuits before Donna could get to work.

Never anything else. Never any disruptions, never anything out of the ordinary.

That was, until today, when it changes, when Donna sits in the room provided to her as usual, the cracked open window allowing fresh, warm air to fill the room.

Only this time, it’s different.

This time, she hears a cry. A cry so desperate, so pure, so helpless, so passionate. More follow, and more.

Her curiosity rises, she must know where this sound is originating from.

Donna rises from her desk, the thick, white dress from her lap momentarily forgotten. Alcina would have to show patience, there are more pressing matters at hand as of just now.

“What are you doing? This isn’t any of our business!”, Angie scolds, but Donna can’t find it within her to care. She wants to find out about this noise. She needs to discover its origin.

She stands slowly, her fingers grasping and opening the window fully in a fluid motion. Immediately, the sounds become a little louder. It’s a woman’s cry. A lover’s cry.

When looking below, she at last finds the source of such dainty cries. A woman indeed, of auburn hair, sunken to her knees at the castle’s gardens. She looks almost angelic, surrounded by flowers and white. The seamstress can’t make out the woman’s features, nor her face.

“Can we get back to our work now? I want to get home!”, Angie complains, but the brunette pays her no mind. No, returning to the manor, or working, is not an option now.

Her eyes wander to the white halo surrounding the creature- a large, expensive dress. She recognizes it, the puffy sleeves, the long skirt, the thin waist, the pale colour. Only is it now dirtied by the mud and dirt of the ground beneath and dark red smears of blood.

The woman keeps weeping. It’s a small part of Donna that feels pity for her, for whatever must have happened. Yet a larger, much larger part of her finds itself fascinated and drawn in by the sound.

She did not think she’d find such a pure and raw sound at Castle Dimitrescu.

No, all work has to wait. She needs to investigate.

Adjusting the vail over her head again, she quickly makes for the way down to the gardens. Passing staff pays her little attention, and her equally so to them. Walking in shadows, as she always does.

She finds the entrance to the gardens fast, despite just rarely spending time at the castle to fix one of the countess’s dresses in exchange for rare and precious fabrics and wood.

Only this time she is not after such things.

She walks outside, the sun hitting her eye even through the mourning garb. But she can’t bring herself to pay any mind to it this time, when she would normally grow annoyed.

Instead, her dark eye is set entirely on the beautiful woman on the ground in the middle of the field. Clutching a single rose to her, red, she weeps to herself.

She doesn’t even seem to notice her, until Donna kneels down right in front of her, her knees hovering over the dirty ground.

“L-Lady Beneviento”, the woman speaks. Her voice is soft, her lips even more so. Donna finds herself staring at the woman in front of her. Up this close, she can make out her features properly.

Her auburn hair, slightly sticky and messy with blood, some sticking to her wet cheeks, the rest ascending down her back and shoulders.

Strong, golden eyes, wide and beautifully teary, almost gleaming in the sunlight. Donna finds herself lost in them easily.

A button nose, soft as the rest of the woman, a little red and wet from her endless crying.

Her plump lips. Unpainted, but smeared with blood and tears. Her cheeks are equally wet and sticky with tried and wet tears, some remaining makeup is smeared against them. Donna admires the shape of them, the beautiful tear streaks they created.

What catches her eye though is the black rose tattooed on the woman’s forehead. This beautiful creature is no mere maid, no staff member, no prisoner escaped from the infamous Dimitrescu dungeon, but one of the countess’s daughters herself.

Donna searches her mind for an answer to her own questions. Daniela, was it not? She never officially met the three sisters, only ever heard Alcina speak so very fondly of them.

Ah, but she remembers the stories about Daniela, the youngest of the three. How often she would fall in love and get her precious little heart broken. It seems, this is a similar situation.

Daniela watches silently, her teary eyes wide, her bottom lip quivering a little.

“La-Lady Beneviento”, she greets again, her voice shaky and cracking from the tears that still run down her soft and round cheeks.

Never before has she seen such a marvellous creature.

Donna understands all in an instant.

She must know more of her.

She must get to know her.

She must have her.

Her hand reaches out, icy cold, strong fingers coming up to grasp Daniela’s chin. The woman doesn’t struggle against her hold in the slightest, instead merely keeps on whimpering a little.

Donna eyes the flower clutched in her hand, her mind burning with envy. Surely, this must be for someone else. Surely, someone else has hurt this beautiful creature.

Possessively, almost, she extends her other arm and snatches the flower from the auburn haired woman. Daniela gasps sweetly at the quick movement and for a moment Donna hears the flies she is said to be made of buzz almost aggressively before they calm.

The rose is tossed aside, leaving the younger woman’s hand slightly bloodied, but empty.

Instead, Donna plucks one of the pink roses from the ground.

Daniela’s cries have quieted down a little, her attention turned to the Lord in front of her. Never has she met a Lord of the village, save for Alcina of course.

She feels intimidated and a fluttery feeling in her stomach all the same. Despite having her heart broken mere hours ago, her lover, her fiancée, murdered by her sister after an unsuccessful attempt of escape, she already feels her heart sing again.

Perhaps, this is a sign? Daniela resists the urge to shake her head. No, Mother keeps telling her, she falls too fast. No, Bela keeps reminding her, she’s naive, she’s young, she’s gullible. She keeps falling for the wrong people. No, for Cassandra insists Daniela is too clouded by the bubble of false promises and expectations from fantasy books to ever hold a proper relationship.

And still, she feels a flutter at her chest, being this close to the Lord. She feels lightheaded almost, like a foolish, young maid again, this close to the older woman, with her fingers grasping her chin and keeping her eyes set on her.

Only, she wishes she could see the face behind the veil. She wonders how the woman looks below it, what features she is hiding.

Despite her tears, her face burns bright pink and warm when the silent woman raises the rose and plucks each thorn from it. She then raises it to Daniela’s face, and she shivers at the unfamiliar, but welcomed touch when the flower is set behind her ear.

She hears the doll maker’s heart beat quietly beneath her chest, a wild contrast to her own, fast heartbeat.

Donna smirks underneath the veil. Daniela is proving very cooperative. She watches golden eyes flicker across her, searching for her face, over and over again. She might just grant the poor thing a look sometime in the future.

As her hand retracts, the brunette’s fingers brush lightly against the Dimitrescu’s hair. Soft, again, and warm from the sun hitting it for the past hour or so.

Donna smiles again. Yes, she must have her.

After all, who would make a better doll for her than Daniela Dimitrescu?

In the days to come, Donna finds herself at the castle increasingly more often.

While sometimes she lets Alcina know of this, at other times she merely sticks to herself, unnoticed, invisible almost. After all, she rarely finds herself in the company of the Lady of the house, nor her daughters, who she has found out spend their days out hunting.

All, except little Daniela, who is usually away for half a day before retreating to the library; a routine Donna has been able to see and figure out within the first week.

She watches from afar most of the time.

When hunting, Donna likes to create beautiful illusions of the thickest, quickest, healthiest animals. A perfect prey. A perfect trap. Of course, Daniela adapts to this eagerly, changing her hunting grounds and gradually pushing more into Donna’s territory, while rarely staying within Castle grounds.

During the time her doll is out, hunting whatever catches her eye, Donna reaches out using her pollen.

She fills her love’s mind with her scent and the thoughts of her, until the poor thing is too distracted and flustered to even hit her prey with a simple attack of her sickle.

This usually means Daniela is left panting and blushing wildly, oblivious as to why her head is full of the thought of the Lord and her scent is strong as though she had smelled it a thousand times over.

Sometimes, Donna gets lucky. Sometimes, her pollen has an almost aphrodisiac-like effect on her doll.

Then, she watches hungrily from afar as Daniela neglects whatever creature she was chasing in order to lean back against a tree, hike up her dress and shove her fingers in her underwear.

Such as she is doing today, with her head thrown back and quiet moans and whimpers passing soft lips.

Donna almost feels it, almost smells it. She considers helping her sweet doll out already as she is helplessly and clumsily rutting against her own fingers. But still, no matter how clumsy and careful Daniela is, her sharp nails take away a lot of the fun and barely help with the brimming heat and wetness between her thighs.

Ah, but Donna could to better. Being the seamstress that she is, she is more than skilled enough with her fingers to bring her sweet redhead to ecstasy over and over again.

She begins to crave Daniela’s moans. Her pollen reaches out a little more, just enough for her to slip inside the woman’s mind unnoticed.

She groans lowly under her breath. She almost feels the other woman’s need for pleasure and release. Instead of tending to it just yet, she opts for adding more to it.

Daniela whines and moans as images of the Lord flicker across her mind. Has she been thinking of her? She can’t recall, and doesn’t care either. She must have, if it’s in her mind, after all.

More and more, day after day after day, Donna fills more and more of her doll’s mind with images of her and her scent.

Daniela is completely used to it. She no longer picks up when Donna is near, too accustomed to the smell being around her at all times. And with her doll prepared, Donna is ready to make her moves.

She moves silently through the castle, her heart pounding a little. In her hand she grasps a basket, in the other her little doll companion’s hand. Every little fibre in her body calls to her, beckons her closer, urges her to keep going.

“What are we doing here?”, Angie asks. Was her voice not only in the doll maker’s mind, she would have hushed her companion.

With her friend in such a state, it’s almost as if the doll represents the small, sane part left of them. Alas, Donna no longer cares for sanity. She knows exactly what she wants and craves. What she needs to have.

“Don’t you think this is going too far? Let’s go home! They’ll catch us!”, Angie pleads. Yet, when the brunette woman only keeps walking, she follows behind quietly.

She stops only when she finds what she was looking for; a door, dark brown, with a small D engraved in gold in the middle of it.

Cautiously, she opens it. She’s completely quiet, but her breath quickens and an excited, almost sinister smile crosses her lips for a mere moment as she steps into the warm room.

Inside, she finds Daniela, sleeping peacefully. The beautiful creature is tucked beneath heavy, dark red sheets and surrounded by more pillows than Donna ever imagined someone had.

She trails her fingertips across the satin covers of the blanket. Daniela doesn’t even stir.

If she notices the new presence and scent in her room, she doesn’t give it much thought. After all, Donna is always with her. And there is no telling when she truly is next to her, and when she merely occupies her mind.

With each passing day Donna’s obsession grows, and with each Daniela’s love and dependance does, too.

Every little maid that caught her attention in this time was released and lost in the woods, where their pollen induced state led to their ultimate demise. Of course, Daniela doesn’t quite know this. Of course, even Alcina does not understand this little secret of Donna’s.

Of course, though, she is always there, always around, to comfort her doll when she cries so sweetly after losing another. And with every time the thought of Donna and the feel of warm caresses in her mind leave Daniela more and more smitten. Despite rarely having seen her since their first encounter, she feels already incredibly drawn to the older woman.

Donna smiles as the back of her fingers brush over her beautiful doll’s soft cheeks. She sleeps peacefully, content, perhaps even unaware of the actions and presences around her.

She moves from the bed, then. Crossing to her closet, she begins picking bits and pieces of clothing. Some dresses, some underwear, some stockings that aren’t in top shape anymore.

Instead, she gently takes the folded clothings from the basket and replaces the missing ones. Summer dresses are replaced by ones crafted by Donna herself, some representing house Beneviento subtly in their design and threads, some less subtly, such as pieces which have the very crest snitched into the waist piece.

She puts the taken clothing into her basket, ignoring the growing excitement in her chest. Only a little more, before she could claim her..

She steps closer to the bed again, her fingertips gliding across Daniela’s exposed shoulder before pulling something from the basket yet again. A flower, this time, a dark purple.

“Do as I say”, she commands as she hands the flower to her doll companion. Although sighing, somewhat implying this can’t possibly be okay, Angie submits to the command and crushes the large petals directly under the sleeping woman’s bed.

Donna watches, enhanced, eagerly, as the pollen seems to rise. She holds her hand out in front of her, her eye closing.

She sees nothingness at first, then an image clears. Daniela, in her grace, skipping across a field and swarming in the sun with her sisters close behind her. A beautiful dream.

She sneaks into it, a woman standing in the fields. Daniela finds her in an instant, a wide smile on her lips. Yet, she gasps when suddenly clouds begin covering the sun and both her older sisters fade away. Still, her eyes are trained only on the dollmaker.

Donna moves as though in a blink, suddenly appearing behind the auburn haired woman. Her hands slide across her thighs, up to her hips. Daniela moans softly, even as her clothing begins to feel too tight on her.

She allows the woman to undress her, smooth, silky skin revealed more and more.

Donna groans. She yearns to reach out, to truly feel her soon-to-be lover.

Daniela moans softly as her clothing falls to the floor, the high grass tickling at her hips. She almost feels high, unaware of the sweet bliss coming only in form of a dream. She doesn’t question the many hands, some ghostly, two Donna’s, on her.

She feels them at her hips, her thighs. She moans breathily when they cup her large breasts and squeeze, two ghostly fingers pulling at her sensitive nipples.

Another pair slides between her legs, across her smooth thighs. Donna’s real hands, she notes dreamily.

With her head thrown back, Daniela sighs softly, then, a loud moan is pulled from her when the fingers push inside of her. She feels them, deep in, curling and pushing. Inside, across her clit, the palm of her lover’s hand smearing wetness all over her southern parts.

Donna feels her body tighten and her chest and pussy throb with want. She watches Daniela squirm on the bed, trapped, not unwillingly even, in her beautiful dream, constructed by her lover. She squirms and moans softly in her sleep. She watches as her hips raise and rock gently against the covers.

Daniela’s breathing turns faster, more desperate. The wind blows lightly against her face, somewhat helping her cool down even as her body grows hotter and hotter.

She whimpers and moans, slurry phrases and pleads passing soft lips the closer she gets. She feels it, the bubbly, light feeling, the rising pleasure.

She feels just how close she is. And then;

Donna pulls from the connection, a self satisfied smile passing from her lips as the woman whispers on the bed and a single, desperate tear runs down her cheek.

And as such, desperation and obsession, dependency and yearning rises and multiplies within Daniela for a final time…

Donna smirks confidently underneath her vail as she walks down the castle halls. She is unseen by most, bowed to by others. She could not care less about them, though.

She strides down the hall, then, upon arriving at the door with the golden D engraved on it, she opens it slowly.

As expected, Daniela’s eyes immediately flicker to her.

“Lady Beneviento”, she whispers, greets.

Donna smirks a little under the veil. She feels the power of her pollen all around the room. It has engulfed her little doll completely.

“A formal greeting to a Lord of the village starts with a bow”, she states, using the newly created bond to speak the command right within the other woman’s mind, rather than using her lips to convey the words.

Immediately, Daniela bends a little, her foot stepping forwards in a polite and almost regal bow.

“Lower”

Again, her darling Daniela follows her command in an instant. She bows lower, her head raised enough for golden eyes to meet Donna’s veiled face.

She whimpers lowly when a cool hand comes down to her chin. Donna cups her lower face gently, at first, then two fingers trap Daniela’s chin between them firmly.

She squirms in place, her entire body and all her flies buzzing, with electricity almost. She feels ready for the taking, ready to be reaped by her one and only love. She knows, it must be Lady Beneviento.

“Watch, my little doll”, Donna husks seductively. Daniela watches eagerly, her breath catching in her throat when one of Donna’s hands comes up and the veil is pulled up and left discarded on the small dresser by the door.

She feels almost lightheaded, both from the woman’s low and deep voice and the features of her face. A mix of harsh and soft curves, a dark eye, the other disfigured and scarred by the cadou.

She feels herself be pulled in closer already. This time, despite her shock, she needs to command or reminder to speak.

“You’re magnificent”, Daniela coos breathlessly. She received a sly smirk in return, then gasps upon feeling the same ghostly hands come up behind her.

Her face burns as she feels them grasp the hem of her nightdress and pull it up, revealing dark panties that leave little to imagination.

“I had a feeling you would show up…”, Daniela whispers shyly, her golden eyes, despite her shyness, set right on her lover:

“Strip, and kneel, little doll”, comes the Lord’s next command.

Again, Daniela does so eager and fast. She slides the panties down her smooth legs and steps out of them, then fully takes off the dress. She feels the ghostly pair of hands slide across her skin, groping here and there and making her jump.

She feels them tear apart her stockings as she takes off her bra and steps out of both the moment they fall to the floor around her.

Then, she kneels. She feels the pair of hands grip at her wrists and pull them behind her back, until the woman looks perfectly submissive for the older woman.

With her arms behind her back, Daniela can only stare and breathe heavily as Donna’s dress is lifted and comes off in a fluid, slow motion. Creamy, pale skin is revealed, a black garter belt and equally black panties, and a matching bra that comes off within seconds as well.

The younger woman’s mouth waters as she watches the panties fall to the floor. Then, suddenly, Donna takes a hold of her jaw and pulls her head forwards. She whimpers, her heartbeat quickening.

“Are you going to serve me, doll?”

Daniela shivers at the voice in her head, and nods fast.

Spoken like a question, it is more of a demand, really. A demand Daniela is all too happy to fulfill.

“Yes, my love!”, she insists.

In an instant, she feels the ghostly fingers wrap tighter around her wrists and shove her forwards. Her hair is gripped by her lover’s hand, just tight enough for her to be held in place. Her nose brushes up against Donna’s clit and her raw scent floods her senses.

Immediately, she gets to work. She moans against the other woman’s skin as she laps at every bit of wetness of Donna’s soaked pussy.

She feels, in return, how soft ghostly fingers slide against her slit and dip in a little. Never enough to push into her, just barely enough to give her a taste of pleasure.

An unspoken promise of a reward.

She moves her lips and tongue eagerly, Donna’s quiet moans fuelling her. The sweet taste of her arousal almost feeds into her efforts and the heat between her legs, as well as the slick wetness gathering there.

“Keep going, suck on my clit, my darling”

Daniela moans at the now familiar voice in her head, as well as the gentle pull of her hair to have her just where Donna wants her.

She wraps her lips around her pussy and folds and slides her tongue against and across her lover’s clit repeatedly, each time growing hungrier and more desperate.

She’s panting and rolling her hips down and against the pair of hands between her legs sliding against her slit and groping her ass and thighs shamelessly.

And Donna? She’s experiencing what can only be described as sweet ecstasy. Her eye is lidded when she glances down at what is hers and hers alone, the beautiful woman squirming and moaning on her knees, flushed face hidden between her thighs, bright pink pussy lips teased as she sucks on Donna’s dusty pink ones.

To some extend, she feels an extra set of thrills from taking the woman like this, from snatching her right underneath her family’s nose. No, Daniela may be born into house Dimitrescu, but she is of house Beneviento, now, Donna will see to it.

Her fingers tighten their grip on the younger woman’s auburn hair as she feels herself be brought closer to her orgasm.

A few more seconds, more hushed moans and groans, gasps and breathless whimpers even, and Daniela feels the woman cum just when her tongue pushes into her.

She is pulled up mere moments later, the hand sliding down and gripping at her neck guiding her to her tiptoes for Donna’s lips to come against her own.

“Good Girl”

Daniela moans at the low voice whispering in her mind. The groping touches only add to her desperation and want.

She is guided backwards, her arms and hands so flush against her back one could think they are tied or still held there by the phantom hands.

Donna smirks at this as she sits down on the soft, red mattress. Naturally, her sweet Daniela follows.

She allows the woman’s hands and phantom hands to guide her, her lips parted and allowing gentle moans and heavy breaths to pass by as she is set on Donna’s smooth, strong thigh.

She leans forwards eagerly, her lips hungrily pushing against soft unpainted ones. Both women moan gently. This close, both feel each other’s skin and smell one another’s scent. Daniela feels utterly consumed by the doll maker’s scent and the pollen around her, luring her closer and closer and creating more wetness between her thighs. Donna, in turn, feels more and more obsessed the more time she spends in such proximity to her doll. She craves her, can never be too close to her.

“Spread your legs. I wish to feel you”, she whispers against the younger woman’s ear. Again, her good girl obeys without hesitation.

She spreads her thighs and hovers just above Donna’s.

“Hha- A-Ah!”, she mewls upon feeling two fingers snake between her pussy lips and push inside. No virgin, certainly, but nonetheless the length of Donna’s fingers surprises the redhead.

She arches her back and grips her lover’s shoulders tightly, her lips parting wider and her moans and gasps increasing in volume when the fingers are thrust in and out of her at their full length.

“My lo-love!”, she cries out. She commands her arms to move and her hands to reach down at the fast pace, yet it’s as if they are glued to her back. She moans and rocks her hips, helpless to the overwhelming pleasure bestowed upon her.

Never has she had a maid this deep in her, this skilled with her fingers. Never have her nails been trimmed enough for her to curl them in herself or push them in properly without squeaking at the pain and damage they caused to her insides.

Donna, though? Yes. Lady Beneviento has no such problems. She easily finds and targets the most sensitive spots inside of her doll, with her G Spot being the one focused on the most.

Poor Daniela is a moaning, rocking, squirming and shivering mess. Her back arched and head thrown back, she can only rock her hips against the hand and thigh offered to her to attempt to regain some control.

“My beautiful doll”

“What a sight for sore eyes you are”

“You feel utterly soft on your insides, my little Daniela”

“At last, I am to claim you”

Daniela shrieks as the fingers of one ghostly hand shove between her lips. She feels her own wetness smear against the inside of her mouth and the back of her throat, then shrieks as another forces her flush against her lover.

Suddenly, the pollen surrounding her begins to burn. Daniela moans and cries at both the pleasure and pain given and forced upon her. She feels, slowly, how the burning pollen digs into the soft skin of her back, a brand made forever in the shape of the Beneviento house sigil.

Her first orgasm comes fast, even before the branding is completed. Tears of pleasure, happiness, pain and overstimulation mix with those caused by her constant gagging on the fingers down her throat, and each reflects in Donna’s dark eye.

The woman watches hungrily as Daniela’s wet pussy swallows a third finger and takes it inside, her body growing weaker and weaker, shivering and trembling on her lap. And yet, she keeps begging for more, endures the pain on her backside with the reminder that it shall mark her as Donna’s.

And such, Daniela comes again, her body trembling and caught by phantom hands and real ones alike.

Her body lays weak against her lover and her back stings and burns even as the pollen have let up. Yet, a large smile is set on her lips.

“I love you”, she coos dreamily. Donna’s smile widens. She nearly lets on about the darkness within her. Of course, her naive little Daniela believes to be head over heels in love. After all; her Mother kept telling her, she falls too fast. And her protective eldest sister, Bela, kept reminding her sister, she’s naive, she’s young, she’s gullible. She keeps falling for the wrong people. And of course, Cassandra, who would always insist Daniela is too clouded by the bubble of false promises and expectations from fantasy books to ever hold a proper relationship.

Now, Donna will ensure all this is only reserved for her.

With a smile on her lips, she kisses Daniela’s soft lips again, engulfing both of them in shadows.

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can you expand on what kinks you would and would not write for? Is watersports on the table? Knife-play?

Absolutely! I’ll get into most that I know or know of, though if there are any questions left, don’t hesitate to ask at all! I’ll answer them and add em to this list :)

A big thank you to @darkittensniper for helping me with the list so no kinks slipped my mind!

(Masterlists)

(These are not 100% in alphabetical order RIP)

Kinks I will write:

Alpha- and omega-verse

Anilingus

Aphrodisiacs

(Anal, oral and vaginal Sex)

Blood

Blindfolded Sex (/amaurophilia)

Breathplay

Bratting

Brat Taming

Breeding and claiming

(BDSM in general)

Bondage (ropes, cuffs, fabric, anything really)

Bulges

CNC (although it is made obvious that content has been given to it prior)

Cum play

Crying

Cutting

Degradation

Exhibitionism

Edging

Hands

Humiliation

Humping

Impact Play

Inflation

Gun Play

GIP

Katoptronophilia (/Mirror Sex)

Knotting

Knives and anything that resembles one (e.g. any other kind of blade)

Lactation

Lap Dances

Latex

Masochism

Mommy/Daddy kink

Multiple Penetration

Marking

Magic/Cadou abilities

Monsterfucking

Mutual masturbation

Nipple Play

Orgasm Control

Oral Sex

Oviposition

Overstimulation

Praise

Pet play

Pegging

Possessiveness

Pregnancy

Power play

Phone Sex

Roleplay

Sadism

Spit

Shibari

Slapping

Spanking

Squirting

Seduction

Sensory Deprivation

(Sex toys- I can’t think of any to exclude as of now)

Stripping

Size difference

Temperature Play

Tentacles

Underwear & Wedgies

Uniforms

Voyeurism

Vaginal Sex

Wax Play

Watersports

Kinks I’m unsure about/depends on the scenario/I haven’t given any thought yet:

Cuckholding

CBT

Electrostimulation (++; more likely to write/will write in most scenarios)

Food play

Medical Play

Kinks I will NOT write/are not my thing:

Acrotomophilia

Age play (do not mix this up with age regression please)

Beastality (as in: dogs, animals, etc.)

Beating

Feet

Findom

Furries

Incest- not sure if it’s a kink but I’ll put it here either way!

Necrophilia

Oculolinctus (or anything regarding eyes)

Piquerism

Sounding

Sweat

Scat (including Klismaphilia)

Tickling (/Knismolagnia)

Vomit

Vore

Weight gain

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Part 3 of feral Cassandra x pregnant reader? 🙏 I am dying to know Alcina's reaction

Awhhh XD Ajajaj, I wish! But I did make a deal with @darkittensniper , no more feral Cassandra until she releases a new chapter of her story or a oneshot, etc🙇‍♀️! We hope our cute (she would flay all calling her this) feral fly will make a return soon!🙌

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I demand (kindly ask of you) for more feral Cassandra taking care of pregnant oc 🫡 perhaps meeting the family

I’d love to!🙌 in my previous answers to this request I pointed out that due to a deal with @darkittensniper there will be no more feral Cassandra until she posts a new chapter to her story or a oneshot🙇‍♀️ my hands are bound, people! XP though it’s nice to see this feral woman have so many people liking her🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️