I Love Your Blog Could You Do The Ladies Of Re8 Reacting To Their S/o Stealing Their Clothes?

I love your blog 🥺🥺🥺 could you do the ladies of re8 reacting to their s/o stealing their clothes?

Thank you! <3 Absolutely.

Mia Winters, Elena Lupu, Mother Miranda, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Alcina Dimitrescu, and Donna Beneviento reacting to their s/o stealing their clothes.

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: n/a

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Mia Winters

Since Mia herself has a frequent habit of stealing your clothes, she can't be too upset when she asks for help finding a cardigan and you show up in it.

Not that you wearing her things bothers her, anyway. Far from it! The sight makes her melt a bit. You’re so cute. 

"I can take it off if you w—"

"It's fine," Mia insists, smiling and waving you off. She’ll just put something else on. 

(Likely something of yours). 

After that moment, the lines between both of your wardrobes begin to blur until they practically become one. Like, yes, you have your clothes and Mia has hers, but neither of you truly acknowledges the line separating her half of the closet from yours. 

Elena Lupu

It began with you tearing your coat while working outside, and Elena lending you one of hers for your journey home.

When she next saw you, she had decided to drop by your house and found you sitting on your small porch, wearing it.

You were also wearing it when she ran into you at the market. 

And during one of Miranda’s speeches.

Elena figures that if you like the coat so much, she’ll just let you keep it. She tells you such when you do finally try and return it. But you’re insistent that Elena takes it back because it doesn’t smell like her anymore.

Oh.

She gets it now. With a light blush dusting her cheeks, Elena takes the coat back for the time being. 

Mother Miranda

Miranda’s robes are just so... nice-looking? Well-designed? Who can blame you for wanting to try them on? Some might consider it ballsy to yoink the Mother Miranda’s clothes and don them, but anybody willing to attempt to get as close to her as you has got to be. At least a little. 

You’re enjoying how powerful the look makes you feel when Miranda comes in with a question for you, only to see you posed like... Well, the only apt comparison she can think of is a crab. Point is, you look utterly ridiculous. 

“Enjoying yourself?” she asks, making you jump nearly a foot in the air. 

"...Maybe."

Okay. If Miranda can trust you enough to sleep beside you in the same bed, to let you see moments of emotional vulnerability that others scarcely get to, then she's going to trust you to wear her things and not ruin them.

Just don't take her robes outside.

And if you ever put on her lab coat, be willing to give it back when she needs it.

Bela Dimitrescu

Bela simply admires you in silence for a minute.

You feel the need to ask whether or not she wants you to return what you're wearing. Her expression isn't easy to read and you can't tell whether or not she's upset.

Bela shakes her head and pays you a compliment before returning to her book.

You look great. Please feel free to wear her stuff more often.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra is likely to act as if she doesn’t even notice that what you’re wearing is hers. Even if it’s painfully clear. 

Internally, though? Cass’ brain is just going: holy shit. holy fucking shit. holy fucking shit fuck oh my fuck shit holy god.

The sight is so... satisfying? Pleasing? Hot?

Who gave you the right to go around looking that good? It’s borderline distracting.

Daniela Dimitrescu

The first time Daniela saw you in something of hers, she legitimately squealed.

She loves seeing you in her clothes.

(Of course, the fact that this is the sort of thing she's read in many a romance novels is part of the reason why).

But also, you look so good in everything!

Daniela will purposefully leave out things in the hope that you'll wear them. She often chooses items that are obviously hers, too. Just so that everyone else knows.

She's going to start snagging your clothes as well.

Alcina Dimitrescu

It amuses Alcina that you’re so determined to wear her things when they’re so far from fitting you. You have to pull some YouTube life hack-esque bullshit to make most of her things wearable.

Where did you get your dress? Actually, it’s not a dress, it’s a skirt you found in Alcina’s wardrobe. 

One time, she caught you all cozied up in one of her fur coats. But it wasn’t until Alcina went to move the coat that she noticed you. You were practically buried within it. After briefly checking to make sure you could properly breathe down there, she just found herself... endeared. 

Donna Beneviento

Donna is a tad bit confused when she catches you dressed in something she's fairly certain came from her wardrobe. She has to do a double-take. 

Do you need more clothes? She could make you some! You don’t have to wear hers. 

Unless you try to explain, Donna is probably not gonna understand.

One day, she decides to try it herself and it completely clicks. 

Donna starts stealing your clothes more than you steal hers.  

When you're gone and she's feeling lonely or particularly anxious? Putting on one of your shirts, sweaters, or pretty much anything that has your scent? It's nice.

Daniela memes + Angie for the soul

wholesome memes only this time to bring up the mood after the chaos!! :)) <3

Yandere! Barbie Girl ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

poc reader ᧔𐓪᧓˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Unfortunately, I haven't gotten the chance to watch the most recent Barbie movie but I will be seeing Oppenheimer tonight :) very excited. This post was inspired by Margot Robbie as the original Barbie but I didn't make the setting of this piece the Barbie movie, keep that in mind :)! Please feel free to talk to me and request works in my ask box, I love speaking with all of you.

She was absolutely beautiful, always making sure she was properly groomed. $79 glittery pink glass on her plump lips, french tip acrylic nails, gorgeous locs of honey blonde hair falling down her back.

Barbara was a self-made woman. She earned a diploma in international business before becoming the chief executive officer of her own company. Thanks to not only her job but knowledge, she earns enough to set you both for life. Because of the morals her father raised her with, she knows how to treat a wornan, and takes full advantage of this to take care of you.

She is the personification of the quote Dolly Parton made about being an entrepreneur. "You know, I look like a woman but I think like a man And in this world of business, that has helped me a lot. Because by the time they think that I don't know what's goin' on, I then got my money, and gone."

Barbara spends her hard-earned money mindfully. She' donate to her choice of charities, gift inventory to soup kitchens, give away basic needs to shelters, she particularly enjoys fostering animals with you.

Another thing she enjoys using her money for is to show you the beauties of the world. Flying to Istanbul to taste the delicious flavors of a Turkish breakfast, taking you shopping in New York, London, Paris, Dubai and having a hot springs spa day with you.

You're outrageously spoiled and doted on by her. It's HER job to show you exactly how thankful she is for you, it fills her with undetainable rage to think about someone else trying to make you happy and take you away from her. Of course, you'd never leave her for anybody else, she just can't help but overthink.

Because of her severely accomplished corporation, she's expected to attend specific events. Does she have the money to hire a top tier tearn to help ready the two of you? Yes, but she can help you herself. She will zip your dress up. She will apply makeup to your soft and beautifully crafted face, she will be the one to kneel and apply the shoes she carefully selected to your feet.

She will be the one to take your hand in her perfectly manicured one in front of all the cameras.

Soon, your hand will have a ring with a pink sapphire settled on one of your fingers. She'll make sure the proposal goes absolutely perfectly.

She takes you on the loveliest dates and some of them are stay-in nights. She'll take out your matching silk pajamas out of her walk-in closet, place bunches of pillows and plushies onto her couch, prepare your favorite snacks + beverages and get your most favored movie/shows onto the TV.

Every time the two of you go for a day out, you find at least one of her arms wrapped around your waist. Barbara will hug you from the back while settling her face onto your shoulder, either standing in silence or talking to you mindlessly.

"whatcha doin' :)?" "I had a plan for what we could do tonight." "While I was at work today, I was thinking about where we could go for our honeymoon."

She'd admit (without shame) that she's a clingy wife. You could be preparing dough for some baked goods and she'll be hugging you tightly from behind, being shoulder to shoulder with you, holding your hand no matter what you're doing, asking to bathe and shower with you (in a sweet way) so she can help wash you but she just enjoys being near you.

Obviously.

She goes all out during Christmas, anniversaries, holidays, etc. On the morning of your birthday, she'll wake you up with dozens of kisses on your face, presents wrapped in pastel colored paper, your favorite foods that she cooked herself, homemade baked treats she learned to make from her parents, she'll also quickly mention that she booked a cabin and how your flight is set for that exact day.

Better hurry and get ready, babe! :)

Christmas is her absolute favorite holiday as it is for millions of people but no one celebrates like her. The whole house is decked out in decoration, inside and out. A white tree accompanied with ornaments, each painted with individually unique designs by the two of you. She doesn't set out some of the more special presents under the tree because she wants to keep you guessing in the best way. Each present meant for you will have a tag on them that has writing about how much she adores you.

Winter is the best season to cuddle with the one you love. She takes that to her advantage as well! Barbara will set you down onto her pink satin couch that has multiple blankets on it to cuddle in front of the fireplace with you, old timey Christmas music on the record player.

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed reading this, it was supposed to come out earlier today but Tumblr was being a bit difficult so I had to make some changes but , hopefully, it still pleased some of you. I'll post some more tomorrow and I will let you know how I liked the Oppenheimer movie :).

L-O-V-E! That's what she feels for you!

💌 ⤻THE CHEERLEADER, Katie Williams

—> despite how loud she is on the field, she is always quiet when watching you through your window.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader is a nerd, obsessive behaviour, stalking, stealing, posessive behaviour, bullying, jealousy, slightly suggestive, this is a drabble but I will make fics for her in the future

🦋 ⤻ archives.

Katie Williams, the most popular girl in school. Stereotypically pretty with brunette hair, rich ebony skin, and of course, the cheerleader captain of you college. Regardless of what major you take, everyone has heard of Katie Williams and her sorority parties and cheerleading skills. Not to mention the piling number of admirers she has.

Yet, the only person she admired was you. The Hopeless Nerd who was a fellow student in one of her elective courses.

The first time she saw you, you were unassuming, the type of person she would have talked about behind your back but when you offered to share notes with her; without anything in return other than a thank you, it made her heart flourish like a blossom. You seemed so genuinely happy when you managed to speak to her and offer you help in the course.

She even heard you muttering about how you were glad to make a friend.

Oh... oh you... you may seem unassuming from your sweaters and oversized pants, but you — beautiful you — you were such a vixen; seducing her like that.

That night, she could not sleep at all.

Instead, she lulled over your notes in her one-person dorm, taking in the scent of the paper as she wondered whether the paper was accurate to how your delicate fingers actually smelled like.

She wanted those fingers so badly on her skin.

She had never desired anyone as much as she desired you. From a young age, her looks, her sensuality, and her popularity were all a means to an end — from that time she batted her eyelashes at a professor to round up her grade or flirted with the quarterback to get him to bring his crate of expensive beer to a party — but you were different. So different to the point she wanted to study you.

So she did.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

It started out innocent — as innocent as it could be, really — by just tailing you after classes, even appearing out of nowhere so she could chat with you or maybe even drag you to cheer practice. Oh, your hands were so nice to touch, she didn't care if they were soft or callous, she just liked to touch you. She just loved the feel of your skin against her ebony-coloured hands. She was darker than most people so seeing the contrast made her rather pleased. It was a mark that you were holding her hand. As disgusting as it sounded, she didn't wash her hands till the scent of your hands faded away. If you used lotion, cologne or perfume, she made sure to buy that exact scent just to spritz around her dorm room to mimic the delusion that she was cuddling with you.

More than that, she utterly loved watching you from afar. Sure, talking to you was heaven for her, but seeing you alone, unfiltered, and without any societal pressures on you just made her want to latch onto you. She hoped one day you'd be able to show that part of yourself — unrestrained from social norms — to her. For now, she'll have to watch you from afar and from the camera she had snuck in when she came over to talk about a history essay for your class.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

"[y/n], I remembered you liked this kind of candy, so I bought it for you!" She exclaimed as she clung onto your side.

"Huh?" You responded as you looked down at the candies she placed into your hands. "Did I ever tell you I liked this kind of candy?" You racked your brain, attempting to find the memory where you had shared such an intimate detail with her. After all, the both of you aren't that close, yet, anyway.

She froze on the spot for a moment. She had never been so obsessed with someone before, so she was admittedly a bit sloppy but she quickly recovered. "I see you around campus always snacking on it, I hope you like it!" She explained, twisting her words to make them sound sweet.

All. For. You.

"Thanks." You smile at her, and she swears she might faint. "See you in class?" You offered.

"Ye-yeah, see you in class." Katie had never been much of a fan of history, it was just something she picked out, but now she had something to look forward to.

"Are you coming to the game next week? I'll be cheering as usual, so you need to come! Cheerleaders need their own cheerleaders too, okay?"

. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ yandere rich girl ] ˎˊ˗

a yandere rich girl and her darling~

this was technically not the second highest voted character, so she should be after the jock, but my best friends birthday was this week so this is her slightly late birthday present. (also lesbian anon i hope you enjoy!!)

this part is sfw but i already have an nsfw part 2 planned lmao

gn reader x female yandere 💕

tws: general yandere behavior, obsessive thoughts

minors dni 🎀 18+ only

💌 ava lawrence, daughter and heiress to an old money family fortune, literally had everything at her fingertips. heaps of money, influence, fame, people falling all over her; she was the most popular girl in school, and that didn't stop when she graduated.

💌 because of her upbringing, she's always had possessive tendencies, border-lining the delusional. no one ever tells her 'no,' and she gets what she wants, when she wants it.

💌 she meets you at a completely random fundraiser event, which is largely open to the public– if they pay a small fee. it's for some gallery or museum; she honestly doesn't really care that much. showing up to the gala makes her look good, makes her family look good, and it's an excuse to drink and eat for free and get all dressed up... so she's there.

💌 what she does care about is not being seen alone, and her 'date' is a total no-show. bad for the public image, you understand. so she swoops in on some random person, you, and begins to chat you up. asking your name, who you know there or why you came to the event, complimenting your outfit and hair, offering to walk around with you.

💌 except her offering comes in the form of looping her arm through yours and telling you to 'take a look around' with her, and then she's walking before you even answer, pulling you along. she stops a waitress and picks up two glasses of champagne, shoving on in your hand as she keeps talking.

💌 the interesting part comes when she briefly mentions her family, and you look at her confused, asking who they are for clarification. it hits her then– you have no idea who she is. you're not a socialite like her.

💌 it's a strange thrill to know you went along with her, kept talking to her, simply because you wanted to– not because you felt a social obligation to follow a pretty socialite around. maybe there was an element of simple politeness involved, but it was different like this. you liked her, liked talking to her. and she liked talking to you, too.

💌 immediately she waved your question off like it wasn't important and began asking more about you instead. she wanted to know so much, which (as she realized somewhere in the back of her head) was completely unlike her. but that didn't stop her from asking, studying you almost like a scientist in a lab.

💌 it was such a rare opportunity that she had such a long conversation with someone who didn't know her, and wasn't innately trying to please her or get in her family's good graces. you even actively disagreed with her about the decor choices when she politely mentioned how pretty the ostentatious banners and table centers were. it was amazing.

💌 despite ava being notorious for getting bored and dumping people hardly a few minutes into conversation, she kept you sitting at a table with her for hours– and all the while, obsession was creeping up on her. she didn't want to let you get away, not when this was the most amazing, normal conversation she had ever had.

💌 not to mention that she was just noticing how attractive you were, how truly good you looked in your fancy outfit, how good it felt to make you laugh... it was like your name, and the sound of her name rolling off your tongue, were the only sounds left in her head. you were echoing around every thought she had.

💌 despite being a huge social drinker, she hadn't even touched her champagne for the last hour and a half, too enthralled with everything you had to say. and she had begun waving other people away, refusing to speak to people who knew her or her family, something she had never done– all in the name of keeping her focus on you. she couldn't let them interrupt and spoil everything!

💌 she worked social media subtly into the conversation. when this night was over (and god did she not want it to be over!) she knew she would have to find a way to see you again. there was no question about it. she got your name, you instagram handle, your twitter, whatever she could get from you, storing it in the forefront of her mind. she would never forget them. (later that night, she would scour every inch of your online presence, starving for more of you).

💌 as the night wore on, she would find herself getting touchier with you than she normally would be. a hand on your arm as you spoke, scooting her chair closer to yours so her knee brushed against yours, reaching out to fix the way your clothes were laying. it was like a zing of electricity shooting up her fingers every time she touched you, and she couldn't get enough of it.

💌 your skin was so soft under her fingers, so perfect. she wanted to feel so much more of you, slide her hands under your clothes, feel every inch. when someone else walked past you and placed their hand politely on your shoulder, she wanted to rip their fingers off. she wanted to scream every time you looked away from her, every time you smiled at someone else. pay attention to her, only her! she's the only one special enough for you!

💌 it was getting late and the gala was beginning to empty out; everyone was on their way home, or out to a private afterparty. ava, who had planned to leave hours ago, barely even noticed, devouring the attention you were giving her. the world had closed in until it was just you and her, and she found that the prospect of that changing nearly suffocated her with anxiety.

💌 she leaned in close, pretty, dazzling smile on her perfectly glossed lips, placing a hand over yours. "want to head out for a nightcap? i know the best place."

💌 something a little wild in her eyes told you not to say no; or maybe it was the way she grasped your hand, like she wouldn't let go if you tried to pull away. either way, you nodded your head, starstruck by her beautiful, glittering smile.

💌 her plans were set. she would get you alone, a private room in a private club. she would do whatever she had to do to convince you meeting her was your destiny. she would make sure her name was as stuck in your head as yours was in hers; she didn't care how much money she would have to spend for it, how long it would take. you would be hers.

💌 and once her perfectly manicure claws were sunk into you, she would never let you go.

💌 after all, ava lawrence gets what she wants. and right now, her gaze is set on you, darling.

xoxo mazzy @ darling--core 🎀

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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰!⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐱 ❥.

Valentina was one of the only Hispanic girls in every single one of her classrooms throughout K-12. This was due to the fact her family resided in a town with an extremely small population that was surrounded by a mountain setting. This never dismayed her in being a confident girl, her mother raised her with the mindset of "they're just jealous of you". Yet, this didn't turn her into an egotistical monster. She was a sweet girl despite what her looks may have made you assume.

Her mother and father were extremely loving and protective parents, basically the staple for a stable family. They'd have game nights, movie nights, group cooking sessions, etc. Her father was the type to take photos of her outfits before she headed off to school, her sporting a confident pose and a dimple guarded smile.

It wasn't surprising to anyone around her when she got accepted into a top-notch modeling agency. It was difficult to move away from such a loving and memory ridden home, away from her parents, but she and them both acknowledged it was time for her to branch out. Valentina was able to rent out an apartment in the metropolitan city of Chicago, such a big city intimidated her quite a bit but she eventually adapted and conquered her feelings of timidness.

She was extremely surprised by the experience of being flown out to Europe and being paid to walk for the most sought after brands, but, it wasn't something she couldn't get used to.

A deal's a deal.

The two of you met at an event you had partaken in planning, assisting in choosing the venue, the entertainment and assorting several food choices of different diets. As she was sipping on a negroni, she scanned the crowd and eventually settled on you.

God, were you gorgeous.

It was quite the scene. Her dark, shadowed eyes circling around your figure and face as sensual jazz music was being played by a live band. She took the skinny black straw from between her lips, smoothing out her silk black dress with one slightly tatted hand before walking on over to you. As soon as Valentina was close enough to get a good look at you, she almost leaned over to squeeze your cheeks, you looked far too adorable for her to handle.

"Hi", she said with a wide smile before quickly sticking her hand out to shake yours as she said, "I'm Valentina, what's your name?"

As soon as you replied with a fond smile and told her your name, she could help herself and decided to say:

"Oh, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, huh?" Ending her flirty sentence with a sultry laugh at the sight of your flustered expression. Before the conversation progressed even further, she requested to know your personal social media and even your number. Who were you to deny such a lovely lady?

She knows what she wants.

Valentina was always the first person to comment under your posts and reposted some of them onto her story, only those of which including your face or an outfit you decided to show off that day. It always included a caption written by her saying, "pretty." She never failed in texting you good morning and asking if you'd like to go out for lunch with her.

All of the checks were paid for by her, no matter how many times you tried to grab at the bill and take your card from your purse. The two of you could've gone on a shopping spree together, gotten coffee and then lunch and she'd still want to pay.

"Please? My treat." As if she didn't pay for your whole day out.

She treats you as if you're her girlfriend before she even asks you out, but don't worry, she eventually asks you and it's in the cutest way imaginable. You're taken to a floral garden and the only hint she gave you of the location was a text saying, "dress cute, as you always do." A red gingham blanket was settled onto the hunter green grass along with a woven picnic basket filled with every single one of your favorite snacks. You noticed the unusual nervousness that she had been moving with the entire time the two of you were hanging out.

"Y/n, I want to ask you before anyone else does, and don't say anything until I'm finished, okay? There's nowhere else in the whole world that I'd rather be than right here with you. Nothing would make me happier than being able to take care of you and hold you every single second of each and every day. You better believe me when I say that from the very moment I saw you, I felt nothing but love. Do you love me, Y/n? I want you to love me."

The intense wording of her confession startled you a bit, but you couldn't be happier. You were finally given the chance to tell her you also, indeed, did love her.

After you accepted her admission of love, Valentina gently placed her hand on the back of your neck and placed her plump, plum-colored lips onto yours.

You always tag along with her when she's set to walk and model clothing on a runway. Your presence makes her so much more confident than she already feels when she's swaying and strutting her hips. She'll find you in the crowd of fashion journalists and influencers, sending you a sweet smile and blowing you a kiss every once and awhile.

Her job can be a bit tiring but it's the reason she lives the life she does. She acknowledges this but the constant demand on the upkeep of her appearance is extremely irritating and overwhelming, especially when it's coming from people whose only job is to sit and judge someone's appearance.

The scum of the earth, as she likes to say.

When you're unable to be with her backstage during a show, she comes home and just nestles her messy head of hair into your tummy, whining and ranting about the people who made her angry that day.

"Sometimes I just wish I could do something to make them stop talking, like, forever." Valentina knows exactly what she could do to make her job easier but they're her superiors so they're restricted from her wrath.

Me when I can't fight my boss 🙄!!

Valentina absolutely loves taking you on holiday vacations, usually taking place in either Europe or her parents home back in Pennsylvania.

To her, there's no better way to start a morning than waking up next to you and seeing you peacefully sipping on your cup of coffee with a blanket wrapped around your bare chest. She's also

Valentina loves assisting you in more ways than one. She's a tall girl so she's able to reach up high shelves to grab something for you or put decorations up. She also enjoys assisting you in the sexual sense.

Sure, she comes home extremely tired from a long day at work, but she's not too tired to bury her head into your pussy and drown out your whines of overstimulation. Calm down, babe, it helps her relax! She'll also reach to hold your hand, staring at you with adoring puppy dog eyes as you writhe and attempt at moving your hips away from her gluttonous mouth.

Valentina is also a master at cooking. You'll wake up to the immediate aroma of chicken, cheese and homemade pasta noodles hitting your nose. She'll immediately whip up an excellent array of desserts for the two of you to share over a cup of coffee or tea.

Despite her tough aura, she loves to do nothing more than burrowing her head into your shoulder, wrapping her slender arms around your waist, nipping and kissing at your neck. You're far too cute for her to keep her hands to herself.

She's a complete baby when the two of you are alone, but there are some paparazzi photographs that show her softer side. A photo of you feeding her creamy tomato pasta backstage at a Mugler show, her sitting on your lap with her lips around the silver fork, looking at you with eyes filled with complete, pure devotion.

To some of your surprise, she isn't embarrassed by these pictures being published at all! It simply shows everyone who views it that your hers and she's yours.

It'll always be that way.

Back on the topic of holidays between the two of you, she enjoys wandering around vast cities with you as she holds onto your hand. Grabbing an iced coffee with a pistachio croissant whilst staying in Italy? And she's with the love of her life? Yeah, that sounds like an amazing day.

She's always happiest when she's around her baby, she's done terrible things to outside forces to keep it that way, and she's not above doing it once more. They should've known better and you'd understand if you found out, undeniably. They were trying to take you away from her, explain to Valentina why she should've sat back and let that happen.

You can't!

She adores dressing you up in her choice of clothing, especially if your personal style contrasts with her own. She'll purchase clothing that's in her favored style and pleads for you to try them on! She waits outside of the bathroom in your shared home as you change, anticipating to see her angel baby practically modeling the clothing she purchased.

Valentina also really enjoys doing your makeup! Speaking to you about your plans for the rest of the day and what outfit would look the best with the eyeshadow she's placing onto your eyelid. You make every single makeup look she applies on you absolutely perfect!

In general, she's incredibly protective but especially when it comes to people attempting to win you over with wandering hands and failed flirting. She practically powerwalks to where you and the person are standing and immediately starts interrogating them. She'll pull you closer into the side of her body, asking the person, "What were the two of you talking about? I'm kinda in the mood to laugh, tell me. I want to laugh too."

When it comes to her love for you, she'll go to the greatest lengths. If she ever sees you in an insecure attitude, there's nothing that could devastate her more. The girl that is the epitome of the word perfect, thinks she's unattractive..? How does that even work?

She'll look at your phone, seeing the influencer you're comparing yourself to and she has to stop herself from releasing a boisterous laugh. She gently takes your phone out of your hands before saying, "Honey, hey, look at me, yeah? I've seen this girl millions of times in real life, that workout didn't help her look like that at all, it was the surgeries." She's great at comforting you as she knows what it's like to feel unsure of yourself at times, and she never wants you to live in doubt of your appearance or attitude.

Those girls that are flat out lying on your explore page are going to get an extremely unexpected phone call filled with threats made to their personal cell. (With a voice changer of course!)

But, if she's incredibly angry she won't even bother concealing her real voice. She has enough connections to prevent any repercussions made toward her, she also has enough connections to help get rid of a person.