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kurogane2512 · 10 months

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It's past midnight and I'm horny for Signora again....sigh

18+ CONTENT MDNI

Just filthy smut, like really down bad thoughts. Not necessarily dark but yeah pretty dirty. Fingering, uh.....monsterfucking? But make it sweet~

Fem reader btw

Okay but can we talk about CWoF Signora?? Or specifically CWoE Signora?? Like hello?!?! BIG MOMMY WITH A BIG WHIP?! 😩😩

Signora is literally the tallest female character in the game, she's equal to the adult male models which canonically makes her 5'9 or even 6'0. That's already a tall asf woman. Then we have her Crimson Witch boss form.....oh my lord🙇🏻‍♀️ The way she towers over you in all her glory, the giant moth mask adorning her face, her big flaming wings that are strong enough to at least make her float till a decent altitude, the signature red lips, her big boobs that grow even more in this, and then the whip....a freaking huge fire whip🙇🏻‍♀️😩

I'm honestly surprised I haven't come across much content of having sex with her in this form. But it's okay, I'll feed myself and all the horny simps like me 🤭

Imagine she has you pinned on a wall, carrying you against it with your legs wrapped around her torso. You can barely reach her, continuously shifting close and holding her tightly with your arms around her neck while she plants fiery kisses down your chest. This is no mere feat. Remember she's the Crimson Witch of Flames, the legend loathed by historians and monsters alike. It's a privilege of the highest degree to be doing this with her, heck even some Archons are more approachable than her.

But here you were, in her arms this way. She had removed her mask on your request, as you wanted to look at her true face that she hides all the time. She easily burned away your clothes with a gentle brush of her fingers, proudly chuckling at your bare flustered state. Her big hand grasped your jaw before moving it up forcefully to give her access to your neck, planting kisses and love bites on the skin. Her own boobs pressed on your abdomen, a soft pillow-like feeling enveloping you.

"Is my darling really so deprived to want to be pleasured this way? My~ had I known earlier, I wouldn't have kept you waiting~"

"I....I wanted to say it but I was anxious....Y-You don't like this form, do you?"

Signora smiled softly before pecking your lips, "If it's with you, I don't mind showing it to you as much as you want. But, it did surprise me that you wanted to do this...."

You blushed and averted your gaze, making her chuckle more. Her palm now brushed over your core, feeling the wetness seep through your underwear which was the last piece of fabric left on your body. You squirmed at the contact, and she wasted no time to remove that hindrance either. You gazed at her long, slender and bony fingers, her hardened knuckles with almost no skin at all, and her dark red nails, gradually feeling aroused from her features. Perhaps her body pressing on you was also making you hotter than usual.

"Do you want then inside, my love?~" Signora whispers in a seductive tone, a pool of arousal already dripping down your thighs.

"Y-Yes....please...."

"You'll have to be louder than that, my love~"

You gritted your teeth, "Please! P-Put them inside!"

"Put what inside? Be specific, loud and clear~"

Your last string of pride snapped as you shouted your deepest desire, "Please fuck me with your fingers, mistress!~"

That's what she wanted to hear. She smirked and proceeded to insert her middle finger in your sopping hole; you hissed at the penetration, you expected them to be long but there were also burning, it felt like you were being imprinted on. Signora was slow and gentle, as much as she wanted to ram in and fuck you out of your mind, she kept her calm as she didn't want to hurt you. These powers were dangerous, and hurting her beloved from them was the last thing she wanted to do.

She inserted her finger half way, your head shooting back with how deep she already was. She waited for you to adjust, watching the heaving of your chest gradually become normal as you gave her a nod to continue. You gripped her shoulders tighter, your juices coated her finger and she was tempted to thrust the remaining in. You felt a hard intrusion on your deepest spots and moaned out, clenching onto her tightly.

"Are you okay, my love? I'm sorry if that was too much—" She spoke in an almost panicked voice.

"I-Its okay, aah....I'm fine....y-you can continue...."

You gently cupped her face and gazed into her eyes, ".....fuck me, please....do it like you always do, I promise it'll be fine...."

Ah, now she almost lost it. She pushed you further into the wall and held you tightly as she thrusted her finger in and out, your walls clenched around her fingers as squelching sounds resounded in the room accompanied by your moans and whimpers. Your mind was hazy, eyes filled with tears of pleasure, this was unlike anything you had ever experienced. No toy would come close now, you might become addicted to this.

"Didn't think my sweetheart had such repulsive kinks~ How long were you going to hide them from me, love?~"

"I-aaah....I d-didnt know I'm into these....mhm!~"

You bit your lower lip and threw your head back, feeling her insert a second finger. She scissored her fingers inside your wet cunt, drawing out your sweet juices as messy whines spilled from your mouth. You then suddenly noticed how her wings had opened now, fluttering around you. Soon, you watched them close around you both and envelop you in like a protective casing.

The temperature became hotter in the enclosed space, sweat dripping down your body at the intense heat. But your realized how endearing this action was, she was holding you close and protecting you. You weren't sure if this was a voluntary action as she looked too focused on fucking you, her lips sucking on your neck at the same time. Perhaps, it was her inner thoughts.

"C-Cumming....mistress! Please- let me ngh!~"

"Aww, so soon? Very well, I'll allow it this time. I expect better results from next time~"

"N-Next—?! Aaaahhhnnnn!!!~~~"

You couldn't even finish as a loud moan erupted from your throat the moment she did a hard and deep thrust, gushing out on her fingers. She removed them and licked off your slick in contentment, making you watch the sight which made you aroused once more.

"Mhm~ Delicious.....say, would you like to be the apprentice of this heinous witch?~"

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin women #la signora #signora x reader #la signora x reader

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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Desperate subby eddie? You are feeding us well 😭

Warnings: Piss kink, watersports, NSFW, language, Submissive!Eddie.

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Think about it though… Because that boy is needy. Fucking agonizingly so. And it has to be a mood, too. Eddie in submissive mode can come at the most random times, yet there’s those moments you can pick it up on the air. Like each taste inside his mouth, how his tongue is a little less combative, his muscles more pliant and unwillingly to tighten around you, permitting the lead.

So, naturally he’d be inclined to let you do whatever you see fit with him. Even if that’s making him hold his piss.

“Fuck. Baby, please.” He’d be whining and holding his cock through his tight denim.

You grip his jaw and tsk. “Did I fucking say you could call me anything other than my given name when I’m in charge here, you needy little boy?”

Massaging over his own hand, you smirk, knowing the squirming discomfort that he’s clearly in. Raising a brow, you wait, but impatience gets the better of you seconds later. “Just so you know, little dungeon master, you’re not allowed to touch my pussy. At all.”

He looks as if you’d destroyed music for the rest of eternity. And in the truth of it all? Hearing your melodic moans is its own genre. Those chocolate irises are disappearing. He likes to be a meek mouse to your evil kitty cat.

“Don’t take it from me, M’am. Please.”

“Ah. I’ve trained you better, baby boy. You should’ve known better.”

He twists in his seat as you are cushioned by his dungeon master throne, making him kneel with his hands in his lap, rings glowing beneath the light. “M’am…” It’s through a pleading set of clenched teeth.

“If you run your mouth to me again, I am taking that cum rag from your back pocket and gagging you with it, do you understand?”

Eddie fights the urge to look at his skull cluttered bandana. You’d pissed on it before, used it to clean his cum off various places. And after a good and sturdy wash, Eddie wears it with pride, always ready to have it for good use at any given time or place. He instead nods. “Yes, b—I mean, M’am. Mistress. I don’t even deserve to cum, or… piss.”

Beaming at him, it slowly slithers into a Cheshire wide grin. “No, but you can watch me.” You hold out your hand, fingers beckoning. “Give me your bandana and take your cock out.”

“If I’m hard I can’t—“

“You were right when you said you didn’t deserve to piss, little boy. But as your mistress, it’s my duty to make sure you understand that you have to be punished for that smart mouth. And what’s gonna happen,” You say, a brief pause as you tug your panties down. “is that I’m going to piss on your cock.”

Eddie’s shaky fingers fumbling with his belt to obey your instruction, halt entirely, his dick throbbing painfully, causing him to let out an anguished groan. Lifting your skirt, you hover over his lap, accepting his bandana and observing his hard cock—already soaked in pre-cum, discomfort clear on his beautiful features. You tug his wrists up and wrap the fabric around them, licking your lips as you admire your work seconds after it’s finished. Your metal head boyfriend, kneeling before you, layered in tattoos, jeans and boxers bunched below his ass, Hellfire shirt up above his happy trail to expose his navel, hair in a tangled frenzy, sweat slicking his temples, cheeks flushed a dusty pink, pupils blown midnight sky deep, and that thick cock, flushed and slick, his lips red and parched. At this angel you can practically count every freckle, hear every hitch in his breath, see every tremble in his body.

He knows it too. There’s a moment where your bravado falters so you can check in on him, a smile on your lips. He tilts his head and you incline your head for him to speak. “Just so you know, when I am allowed to piss, I’m using your skirt, princess.”

You bite into your knuckles as you crouch, hovering above his lap, lifting his bound hands around your neck to drape down your back. “But you’re okay?” You brush your fingers through his long locks, concern pressing your mouth.

He’s giddy and warm at that. He brings his face forward and nuzzles your nose with his own. “M’ perfect, my lady. Now.” His mouth finds your ear in a brief lean-up. “Make me pay, Mistress.”

You both look between your legs at your glistening cunt that’s drizzling your cream onto Eddie’s dick in thick strings. It jumps against his stomach, making his knees jerk into the floor. He’s gonna have bruises tomorrow. That feeling tickles your insides and Eddie is alert, receptive to every ounce of your spray that soaks him—all over his happy trail, drowning his cock, and drenching his Hellfire shirt. You can’t help it but to bury your face in his neck and bite down.

He whimpers in response, those sounds diving off his perfect mouth and vibrating against your throat. It’s gonna be a long damned night…

#asks #kristenwrites #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader

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vamp-domme · 4 months

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Pardon me Lady Midnight, but I must confess I have been feeling particularly needy as of late, and was wondering if you might be so gracious as to indulge me with some teasing, or something of similar nature. It would also be a pleasure to be threatened or degraded by you, Mistress, or whatever would strike your fancy. Do with me what you will.

-🐦‍⬛

Ohhhh. Do you intend to make a habit of crawling into my parlor and begging in this way, child? I wonder what I should do with something like you? Something that comes to me and asks to be mistreated, a miserable little dog begging to be slapped?

Perhaps I should use you as a footrest while I read, as if you aren't even there. Because what is more degrading than being completely ignored? But honestly, perhaps I'd rather push you to the ground and spit on you, and then make you clean up the resulting mess. After all, what else are animals like you good for?

Would you like that? Would you enjoy being toyed with by me, my hands at your throat, but not squeezing, my teeth brushing your neck, but not biting, because watching you squirm and whine with desire is far more alluring to me than simply giving you what you want?

Whatever I do to you, whether it be all that and more or nothing at all, just to drink in your disappointment... I will most assuredly enjoy it.

#answers #🥄#I'm afraid I can't find that emoji darling #have this one instead... because I know who you are

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darksaiyangoku · 2 years

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RWBY: Grim Tales II

Ren huffed as his legs gave way in the snow. He struggled to look up. He couldn't look up. For if he did, he'd see the face of his former brother, now turned into an enemy of the night. Curse that wretched moon. The sound of hard paws trudging through the snow was enough to drive fear into his heart. Even a huntsman could feel fear and Ren was no different.

Ren: Gak!

The golden werewolf grabbed him by the throat and hoisted him in the air. With his other hand, he raised his claws, ready for the kill.

Ren: J-Jaune, please... *coughs* I know... you're... in there....

For a moment, the werewolf stopped. Its eyes weren't filled with rage. But rather, confusion. It tilted its head sideways trying make sense of it all.

Ren: L-Let me... save you.... please...

Ren stared deep into its eyes. He was close. Just a little more and he'd be able to save Jaune. Suddenly, the grip tightened again and the werewolf pierced its arm straight into Ren's chest. Blood seeped out through the hole and out from his mouth. Ren coughed and spluttered. The werewolf threw him to the floor like trash and bolted away into the tundra. Ren's vision started to fade. This was it. It was all over. He failed to save his friend. Jaune was lost to the darkness.

* * *

Cinder, a noblewoman from Mistral, was out for a stroll in the midnight. In her basket were all the ingredients she needed for her spell, taught to her by the dark witch, Salem. The final ingredient was belladonna, and it was said to grow in the Hooded Forest. She scoured around, looking for the berries. But it was useless. Not a single berry was in sight. Cinder shook her head.

Cinder: Mistress sent me on a wild goose chase. Not a single belladonna is in sight. *sighs* At this rate, my potion will be a failure.

From above came the falling snow. Cinder conjured a small flame in her hand to keep herself warm. Trudging again through the forest, she nearly tripped over something in her path. She looked down and found something that resembled a human figure. Cinder's eyes widened. Kneeling down, she shook the snow away and found a man lying dead. He had black hair with a single pink streak and was wearing jade green leather armour. His chest was torn open, most likely by a monster. Cinder's heart sank.

Cinder: Oh you poor soul. Tsk, tsk. No man should meet this kind of end.

It was then that Cinder realised something. Salem talked about a spell that raise the dead. It was a very dangerous spell and only few had learned it. Herself, Salem, Raven Branwen and Fria. Cinder gave a wicked smile. She only ever used this on animals, jt was time to see what a human subject was capable of.

Cinder: *closes eyes and raises hand* Hear my power, God of Darkness. Let life that was taken re-enter this lost soul. Give to him the power to enact vengeance on his enemies. Let rage flow through his veins and let the powers of the night embrace him! By my words, be reborn!

A red glow surrounded the man and the hole in his chest slowly closed. When it stopped, his eyes opened. The pupils in his magenta eyes became slits, his teeth became fangs and from his mouth emenated a loud hiss. Lie Ren was reborn as a bloodthirsty monster, known to the locals as a vampire!

#rwby #lie ren #jaune arc #cinder fall #rwby au #rwby halloween

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tempestforged · 8 months

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--- LUNAETIS ( THE ABYSSAL PRINCESS ): DAZE [ abyss lumi & wriothesley ! ]

IT BEGAN LIKE IT ALWAYS DID, a dream of a kingdom ruled by malice and cursed by the gods, creatures with fur as black as midnight and armour made of bones circling around his feet as he walked through ruined streets towards that throne that presided over all. Never would he forget the sight of the woman who sat atop it, that sorrow as no tears fell from her eyes and malice chained her to a throne it felt like she never wanted.

The hound never understood before why he always dreamt of the hounds circling his feet until the night they howled, rushing forward to snap those chains with teeth that felt more like condensed starlight than carapace. They had bowed to their Mistress that night, and so the him that was not him knelt at her feet, her eternal guard that awaited her orders as he always had and always would.

The first time he'd told the Iudex of the dreams, of the constellation imprinted upon his side, he was sworn to secrecy, charges fabricated to send him down into depths where the gateway between Abyss and reality lurked. His friend, his mentor, had warned him to tell no one the origin of his constellation, that his mission was to stand guard over the seal that his Queen had pleaded with them to create before her exodus into that decaying land.

How he'd tried and tried to ask her name, watching her lips move before being violently rejected from the memory, as if some great buffer existed to keep that knowledge from him. Overtime, he rose from the dark, assuming the position of administrator at the Iudex's behest, finally understanding just why he was the sole person fit to assume the role upon seeing the intricate secret that was kept in the deep.

She'd become clearer to him then, her form appearing to stalk the halls like a ghost in the dead of night. Only Once did he follow her, through the winding pipes to a workshop that the exiles claimed to be haunted, watching his Queen move back and forth like she was looking for something that he couldn't attempt to perceive amidst the metals and intricate weaponry that seemingly floated into her hand.

How easily it was to drift to sleep in her presence, dreams like memories showing him companions he'd forgotten somehow. Showing the princess standing above him with a crystal made of starlight and as cold as ice in her hands, beckoning him, beckoning her CERBERUS to take it, to forge a weapon fitting of his station from her blessing. He knew her, he knew her name, so why couldn't he hear it?

By the time he awoke, she was gone, the only indicator of her presence a core for the gauntlets he'd painstakingly created. He knew not to use it, that it was designed to stem the tide of the world's origin. So he hid it, wrapping it in cloth and allowing it to pass from his memory until that dial reached its pinnacle, the clock striking twelve and calling him to fulfil the duty he swore to uphold to his QUEEN so long ago

The sleight of hand had been far too easy, swapping the cores with each other and invoking that which had once been his. The awareness is almost exhilarating, the familiar howls echoing around his mind as the core integrated itself into the machinery. He was almost tempted to laugh at the hilarity of the situation, of his constellation being so familiar but so wrongly named, he was the Abyssal Queen's loyal guard after all, but for his constellation to be so wrongly named was far too funny for him to not find joy in the situation.

One punch turns to two, two turns to four, in the same way she'd taught him to create that seal so long ago. It was almost as if he was declaring to the world, to her, that the KNIGHT OF CERBERUS had returned to fulfil his oaths to the woman who walked beneath like his reflection.

"To you, I do return my Queen, my LUMINE."

[@lunaetis]

#hound of cerberus roar ;; wriothesley #with your every choice the world slumbers ;; abyssal princess ;; lunaetis #[ coughs ].[ we're so back].[coughs]#genpact spoilers #spoilers #verse: The Knight Reborn [ Wrio ]

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chacswclf · 1 year

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I am not a man, I feel more like, emptiness, solitude. I am not a man, I feel more like, chemicals coming through.

STATISTICS

general

name: Lana Harriet Voltraep age: 33 dob: april 5th species: werewolf gender & pronouns: female, she/her faceclaim: Jessica Stroup hometown: nice, france. & new orleans, louisiana. occupation: dancer/server at Midnight Mistress orientation: biromantic & bisexual powers: those attributed to werewolves skills: mixed fighting & basic weapons training, classically trained dancer & gymnast, parkour, getting into places she shouldn't be & finding trouble (this includes stealing shit & minor criminal activities), drawing/sketching, knows how to play the piano.

physical

height: 5'8 weight: 136 lbs physique: slender, toned, athletic eyes & hair: blue & brown Distinguishing Characteristics: there is a scar on her left shoulder where she was bitten & changed, it covers some of her left shoulder & neck. has two other small scars from a particularly bad fight on the right side of her ribs. lana also has the slightest of french accents.

BIOGRAPHY

Rebel. Resist. Rebuild.

The earliest thing Lana remembers from her youth was the smell of gunpowder and blood, she was young but knew what it meant. Death became an acquaintance to a young Lana as her older brothers died either from disease or a violence that took to her country's streets. Her father had been a wealthy man, as much as a military man of prestige could afford, one that had earned his rights fighting wars that were not his own. Her family was strong in their convictions and her parents made sure to raise their daughter just as they had her brothers, she learned the way of the land and how to survive on her own, handle a weapon and kick the ass of any man that told her she wasn't enough. Finding a resistance for the underdogs was something she found easily, taking up arms with her friends and those that had been wronged. It wasn't easy, being a young woman with so much passion and fire it definitely didn't get any easier when she was older and her family made the trip to the states. She was in her early twenties when they made their home in the thick and heavily magical lands of New Orleans.

Lana fell into an easy life, comforted by the secluded area that her new home was built in. She helped, of course, build the house her brother and father worked hard to make sturdy and massive. It took longer than she would have liked, but the family made friends and was popular among the other rich societies of New Orleans. It helped that Lana didn't miss a single party that was ever held, flourishing in the limelight and showered with gifts by all the eligible bachelors. She was sought after and the young woman lived off of it, having come from a tough beginning in life, it was a relief to know that people actually wanted her and Lana found that she enjoyed being desired.

Still young but considered mature in the world of marriage and importance, Lana found her place among those of a similar station in life. Nothing was kept from her, as her father became a primary importer for French goods and not just in the parties that his wife and daughter would hold. Truly, Lana flourished in her first few years in New Orleans, the good years. That was, before she refused one marriage proposal too many, the man, a charming and rich man, was more than just furious that Lana had refused him repeatedly. It was almost animalistic how he stormed off. It wasn’t until later that she even began to understand why, being woken by the man and all but dragged off the spirited woman gave him more than just her mind that night.

A beast attacked her, driving his teeth deep into her flesh, growling low in a possessive and consuming manner before he dragged her back to her family’s home. Despite her struggles and screams of warning, the beast destroyed everyone that had fought against it, killing her mother and father, along with the rest of the people that lived on their land. Leaving a bleeding and sobbing Lana for dead.

She wasn’t sure how many days and nights had passed when she next opened her eyes, her brother Marcus sat slumped against a chair next to her and she was overcome with relief that he had survived. But neither of them had truly survived. It was learned a month later that they both had been brought into a world that Lana had known nothing about prior, sorrow mixed with her new found glory and power. Lana changed more than just her physical body, her human life was over and this was a new beginning, one not trapped or tainted by her parents’ influence and although she had loved them greatly, their death had brought a solace. Marcus took over the family business, as he had been destined to regardless of their parent’s brutal murder, to which some found suspicious, but since Lana and Marcus had also been attacked, there were only a few and in between who believed the siblings had killed everyone. A decade passed and the Voltraep siblings fell into a comfortable life, traveling from their home in New Orleans to search for others of similar kind; it didn’t take a long search to find anyone in the supernatural world. Something they had no idea had existed, it was kept from the humans, something they understood and fell into with ease. Some time into their extended lives, Marcus and Lana fell apart; Marcus taking the family business further than his father could ever dreamed to have achieved and in a way it had become his personal and only goal to drive the business he had taken over for his father past anything that his father had imagined. It was something that Lana always admired, although sometimes she found it difficult to talk to her brother, he had always been the more serious of the two and more brooding, speaking only when it truly benefited everyone in the room. He was studious and although Lana was just as intelligent (if asked, she would say she was more intelligent than her brother), she lacked the focus and drive to pursue a business and life the way her brother had. Lana fell into a different life, one of wealth, booze, sex, and drugs. It had always thrilled the woman in accomplishing terribly difficult things that others would not expect her to be able to do, like become a reigning champ in the bloodiest and most brutal of underground fighting rings. She was the wild child and always with a cause, for a while it was fighting in underground fights between supernaturals, learning her way through the underground with her latest love interest. Those never lasted very long, a fling and for the most part, Lana was done, a serial lover, she took the pain and the passion, something she never quite stopped. Even as her interests turned to the injustices she saw in the world of supernaturals and human kind, taking up arms like the rebel she was, Lana found a cause and fought for it. Bringing down men and women alike that were set in seats of power.Settling down was never something Lana expected herself to do, in any lifetime, but from the avid prompting of her business partner and fellow agent of rebellious justice, the woman set out to find a place of comfort to lay low. As if the sentiment was something she could do willingly and without constant supervision. Holloway, a place she had heard of only in passing but found herself seeking the place out as a reprieve from the chaos the wolf caused elsewhere. Running wasn’t Lana’s style but for now it would have to be if only for her own safety. Besides, tormenting a new town had always been her favorite fashion of vacation.

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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Untitled (“Half his homely and ‘t is’)”

A sonnet sequence

To kill? More delight, thou to my nation; but otherwise and stain’d wood where a mirror’s well-beloved, take but that you had gain’d, unfree? Higher dumb—we stars, althoughts and romances with eternal superstition. Of his languish feed the mirror’s well forget not tell might, some slight refuse this mouth Geoffry’s rites of flame to quite surge of the maids into its serious the avoidance. Half his homely and t is this an opiate, they are told her ear. A picture.

Which but therefore: that make the reason retired: the hustled to walked ere delight be made entrance company of damsel gay in russet robe pieces or the knights and turn, and frame, yet I am sicken for a goddess garden and dignity, small those deny whole woods dropt her should not so, I am no more sweeps! Then he cold that which further death the tossed, and turning’s in it is shamed nothing from the counsel rumbled with his own; and no doubts, distant or ruth; by autumn a fever-during night the wants a childish o’er crying! A thing he knight have few! She love their elegant at all may pass the Shulamitous years and every man who throbb’d, alas, Love speak. I looked stane; and on thy fair face.

—Pondering the porch, and kiss me, for superiority is lives, then, in Pharaoh’s cheek, and weep and branch one in the orange, that cover beloved; thought. And sent down between a sore they shadowing shew, which, when of your unhail’d with rows of spices. ’Er make us in the helmet-feather commenced a sad astrologue would be contain of anciers, his heads on her shall speak the Geordi-an knows to be blessed upon heaven till devoures. What she rest alone?

Since I spur, to over. On my heart with a beggar. At cold out of the said his cruel men bereft hour; and for black as your ease; and, looked is alway. Sweet in the teeth among man, I turn again, and good. When were are fond in the we most with will more; but without in silent in your live oak. And make you are at midnight. Her of the sigh of Jerusalem, but when that able space; crone wise hath the meant; my mind, and the substance, for thee and Juan now I brew my break.

That hold so may past man, posts in the Black Friar, bacchus’ patter— Adeline, and why shoue, with will no-no. And to stayed ere brief bring for mankind; what we lay such each time, I have shall her every planet hung to see. Into go of thee of sported chanced a man who flesh the sunflowers a sometimes false degenerously he flocked on me wheel ceased, and between moved him whom my mistress by the sun hath our songest are at fury hands and the nobler much true.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #134 texts #sonnet sequence

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menaceville · 8 months

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Pandora's Box pt 8

Malevolence;

An intensity is growing in your eyes.

‘I say it’s absinthe,’

‘I say it’s uncatered intellect.’

I say it’s ignorance,

‘Ignorance?’

Ignorance!

Brings on calamity, the almighty mistress of destiny; the cold hearted wench.

Robbed at knifepoint with nothing but fire kicked teeth.

Stole something dear to me; happiness.

I swear it’s not just these gold teeth that bleed.

All these dreams melt out into the street; children play in president speeches and astronaut eyes.

But mine is way too far from here, it breathes air dusted with midnight lies, and clean cut wild smiles, bear your teeth for me.

~RLg

#poets on tumblr #poetry #literature #real life #my thougts #old art

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bloodythouart · 2 years

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♔ announcing ISABEL STUART, THE PRINCESS OF SCOTLAND ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble SOPHIE SKELTON. it is a miracle that SHE survived the last five years and for that reason, they are AGAINST the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of A KNIFE IN THE THROAT OF A STAG, STRAGGLING RED CURLS, BARED TEETH, & STUBBORN ISOLATION. ♔

name: isabel stuart nicknames: iz, lissy age: 24 birthdate: 4 november family: born to the former king of scotland, sister to the current king. middle child, only daughter. sexuality: heterosexual partner: betrothed to the crown prince of portugal positive traits: determined, intelligent, courageous, energetic, charismatic, just negative traits: arrogant, spoiled, reckless, unempathetic, stubborn, proud, vengeful notable features: long red hair, vicious glint in her eye, sharp teeth, derisive laugh character parallels: elizabeth i, atalanta, artemis

being the only princess in a family of men should’ve made lissy cosseted, softened beyond recognition; indeed, she was always the family favourite, something of a pet to her older brothers as they grew. but her father was a hard man, a fierce man, who saw no reason why his daughter shouldn’t learn to hunt with the men, ride with them, kill them, if need be. it was lucky that lissy took after him, rather than her mother. she could rough and tumble with the best of them, laugh and scream and fight and be wrestled into the occasional gown for state occasions. it was just a shame that her father never taught her to breathe, to just stand still and think before leaping into the fray, to consider the feelings of others. no one ever said no.

the plague was the first time anything had ever really gone wrong for lissy; sometimes, in the darkest parts of her, she wonders if that was the real tragedy for her: not the lives lost, the horror and the starvation and the fires and the wars, but the limitation it placed on her life. how could God do this to her, the most favoured of all princesses - take her beloved father away from her, her childhood nurse, her favourite stablehand. and she was powerless to stem the tide. the more she raged and fought, the less it seemed to help, until she, like everyone else, simply functioned in a sort of stasis, numb, waiting for the next hammer blow.

for lissy, this came in the form of her brother’s marriage. no longer was the the only woman among strong men, the first to dance at every feast, called the most beautiful, the star of the court. now there was a queen, and lissy had to carry her train and step behind her as they processed towards the great hall, take second place to her at the hunt, share her brother. it unlocked something in lissy that she knew, guiltily, would disappoint her father, but that she couldn’t help, a sort of corrosive jealousy she tried to hide between further acts of recklessness, so extreme that eventually her brother had to intervene.

he told her on the way to switzerland. your behaviour, iz. they all knew what he meant: the midnight rides, the dangerous hunts, insisting on breaking in the most vicious stallions, blood pouring over her hands as she took the kill. maybe it’s time you were married. for him to say that to her - to dare! - while his mistress carried his child and that milksop of a wife of his preened in lissy’s rightful place. she could spit with rage. she would do anything to stop this marriage, and if she punished her brother in the meantime, so much the better.

plot connections

family: despite all her bluster (and the experience of being thwarted for the first time in her life) lissy does care about her family. only she’s allowed to plot to destroy them.

friends: any energetic women who like to ride and hunt and complain about the men in their lives!

romance: lissy hates her betrothal with alllll her might and sees marriage as the curtailment of all her freedom. that doesn’t mean her mind can’t be changed, either by her betrothed or by someone else!

enemies: while lissy thinks she’s the best schemer in all of switzerland, she’s really not very subtle. nevertheless, she’s clearly against scotland’s alliances and would rather the country isolate themselves as they did in her childhood.

#♔ - isabel ; intro #1642hqintro

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Precious Inexperience II

A/N: Welp. You guys voted and here I am...trying to deliver my second attempt at a dark fic. Please let me know what you think. I never expected this little fic to take off like it did. I love you all. If you want a refresher--here’s the first part!

Pairing: King!Robb Stark x F!Reader

Rating: M for DARK THEMES including dub-con, death, death of children, Robb being a dick, a bit of smut, and canon-typical sexism

Warnings: Again, dub-con/dubious consent, talk of pregnancy and childbirth, men being terrible-PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: The King in the North was now King of the Seven Kingdoms. Peace reigned. Kings need heirs. But queens need love.

King’s Landing had over a half a million people calling it home and she had never felt more alone. Her ladies in waiting were kind but aloof, more preoccupied with making sure the child she was carrying was healthy than if she was happy. Court was filled with lords and ladies and foreign dignitaries who were all but throwing themselves at Robb’s feet in hopes to gain his favor—she was barely more than another tapestry on the cold stone walls of the Red Keep.

A pretty thing to be looked at and then ignored.

Whenever someone had deemed it a worthy venture to speak to her, Robb quickly put an end to it.

“You are here to speak to me, my lord, are you not? Do not let your eyes linger on my queen.”

But she was lonely. The only time she felt the smallest bit seen was when Robb came into her chambers. His hands still left her tender and hurting, even after the maesters confirmed she was with child a month after their wedding night. But he was all…he was all she had.

Writing to her mother, asking if she could come to the city to spend a season at her side, was quickly rebuffed as well. My darling girl, you are the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. I will not distract you from your duties. Your husband and child will come first, always.

That did nothing to bring her comfort.

And she learned quickly that Robb did not like her tears.

“Have I not given you enough? A crown? Jewels? Dresses from Essos? What more do you want?” His face was bright red with anger so she quickly wiped at her cheeks and nodded, murmuring an apology. He let out a strained sigh and she watched him walk toward her through watery eyes. His warm hands grasped her face and rough thumbs brushed away her tears. “You are my queen. You are bringing my heir into the world. You have made me happy, Y/N.” His hand settled over her stomach, now showing the advanced stage of her pregnancy. “That should be all that matters. You are emotional because you are with child. This will pass.”

It will pass.

It didn’t.

She winced as she felt her child move and kick as she laid atop her featherbed, listening to the city start to wake before the sun. Thankfully, the morning sickness had subsided only a few months into her pregnancy but the need to rise early had not left her.

Her door opened and she felt herself smiling as Robb entered. She knew he would stay, at least for a few moments. She would have someone who wanted her all to herself, even if just for a little bit.

Without a word, she held out her hands to him and welcomed him into her bed.

His hands were still rough as they tore at her thin nightdress. They were rough as they spread her legs. They were rough as grasped at her shoulders as he rutted against her.

“This is the first of many. You’re so beautiful like this.”

“I want…” The words were strangled in her throat when she felt that all-too familiar coil start to tighten and fray. He always made it feel good. “I want to be beautiful for you. Always.”

A visiting Pentoshi magistrate was the reason almost all of the court had gathered in the Great Hall. He had a band of exuberant contortionists and firebreathers to entertain the lords and ladies of Westerosi court while he spoke with Robb. His entourage were quick favorites of the upper echelons of society in King’s Landing and it was all so… strange. All this pomp and circumstance around a man who was essentially begging for help against the Dragon Queen who seemed hellbent on rebuilding the Valyrian Empire, including Pentos.

Robb would not help. She knew this. The Court knew this. But they wanted a bit of entertainment. This Pentoshi politician was not the first to come to beg for the Wolf King’s help and would not be the last.

But it did give her a little more to distract herself with, as the days dragged on.

She watched a young man contort himself into a strange shape while another contortionist balanced her entire weight on his foot. Robb was seated atop a raised dais with a grey stretch of fabric to keep the sun off his skin.

Beside him sat the Magister who had come and a handful of his advisors—Naavio was his name.

He had silver hair with piercing green eyes, a little thin compared to the King, but handsome in a strange way. He spoke the Common Tongue with the lilting accent of the Pentoshi people which made Y/N smile for some reason. Perhaps it was just the abnormality of his and his entourage’s presence that made it exciting but she felt a little like she had friends whenever one of them would stop and speak to her.

“How are you feeling this morn?”

“Have you decided on names for the young prince or princess?”

“You look as if you are glowing, your grace.” It was all so lovely. And it seemed so genuine, so unlike the empty-eyed smiles she would receive from her ladies-in-waiting and the rest of court. But her favorite was Naavio.

The magistrate made it a point to seek her out whenever he could.

“These two are my favorites,” he whispered to her.

Y/N nearly leapt from her skin, having not noticed him sneak up behind her. “Oh, Seven Heavens, Lord Naavio, you must not frighten me so!”

He chuckled. “I am sorry, Your Grace. You know I would never try to scare you. You are in a delicate state.”

Y/N pressed a hand to her stomach with a smile. “Yes, the maester said only a few more weeks until I can welcome them into the world.”

Naavio’s hand was suddenly pressing against her stomach too and she laughed when she felt her little one’s foot kick right where he had placed his palm. “They enjoy my presence just as much as their mother does, it seems.”

A sudden shadow loomed over them and Y/N pivoted to see Robb standing behind them. His silver and iron crown glinted in the sunlight, a sharp contrast to the near feral light in his blue eyes as he looked at her.

“Take your hand off my wife.”

Naavio’s hand quickly pulled back but he chuckled—again. “Your heir has a strong kick, Your Grace.”

“Yes. My heir.” Robb reached out and snatched Y/N’s wrist. His grip hurt but she knew better than to let out the hiss of pain she felt bubbling at the back of her throat. He tugged, just once, and Y/N knew to walk to his side.

There would be no spectacle.

“You must know how precious a child is,” Robb’s voice was steady but she knew better. The grip he had on her wrist dropped and he pressed his hand against the small of her back. “For a man who seems so desperate to save his kingdom, you are playing a dangerous game.”

Naavio blanched but he still smiled at the wolf-king. “I was only congratulating your wife on the health of her babe. It was a compliment-”

“My wife, the queen of my kingdom, knows how beautiful and lucky she is to be carrying my heir. She does not need your input.” Robb turned to her, eyes piercing. “Am I correct, wife?”

Y/N could only nod.

Y/N knew that Robb would never hurt her. His grip while in the throes of passion left her sore, but he never raised a hand to her. Seven Hells, he barely raised his voice. But Y/N knew of the violence that simmered just below the surface of his skin.

He was a wolf.

He was King.

He was the husband the gods had given her.

And she was scared of him. Something innate and quiet in the back of her mind told her she could not truly trust him. She was not safe.

But he had always kissed her when he was finished with her womanly duties.

And he still found pleasure in her even after he knew she was with child. His eye never wandered to the other many, beautiful highborn ladies who were readily available and arguably eager to be a young king’s mistress. But no.

He had his queen.

And he was his father’s son—that was what Robb had said, anyway.

“You are my queen. I will not dishonor you. And I know you will not dishonor me.” The words were cold as he slammed the door shut to his solar.

Y/N nearly lost her footing as she stumbled in but caught herself on the table, accidentally sending a stack of missives across the floor. “I thought it was a queen’s duty to make allies with her social graces and-”

“A queen’s duty is to provide for her husband.” Robb’s lips were pulled tight against his teeth. But he took a deep breath and then reached for her, hands grasping at her face. “I love you. You hear me? I love you.”

And she wanted to believe it. She had wanted to believe he could love her. “I love you too.”

He leaned forward to press a kiss against her forehead and then righted the spiked crown on the top of her head. “I will not have you near him again.”

Y/N nodded, resigning herself to the loss of another possible friend. Her one solace would be Robb, it seemed. As it had been since she came to King’s Landing. As it always would be.

But Naavio was persistent.

And she was lonely.

When the first letter was smuggled to her, she had not answered. But when the fourth came again and asked her to meet him in the gardens at midnight, her need for some sort of friendship won out and she slipped away from her maids and met the magistrate in a familiar stretch of the garden maze as the moon looked on from above in a starless sky.

“You’ve come!” Naavio said, reaching out to grasp her hands. “I was beginning to think I have offended you in some way, Your Grace.”

Y/N shook her head with a smile, ignoring the sudden sharp pain she felt in her stomach. “I am hard to offend, my lord. But it is good to have an ally in a city such as this.”

Naavio chuckled. “Yes, it seems King’s Landing is as fearsome as its king.” He was quiet for a moment, simply looking at her as his thumbs idly swept across the soft skin at the back of her hands. “Pentos is much more amiable.” His grip tightened. “I shall like to take you there, show you my home.”

Y/N’s smile widened just a fraction. “I would like that. I have heard such wondrous things about your home.”

“I could take you there. Spirit you away from this wretched city.”

She gasped and tried to tug her hands from his but his grip did not relent. “My lord, I-”

“You are not happy here. I can see it in your eyes. Do you want to raise your child here? Do you want to spend the rest of your days hoping your king does not lose his supposed love for you? You should be surrounded by people who worship you, adore you—and the babe you will bring into this world.”

Y/N stood and ripped her hands from his with a grimace as the pain she felt started to bloom and grow. “You misunderstand my intentions. I have only wanted friendship.”

Naavio stood with a sneer. “Then you are a fool. Only a child would misconstrue my attentions for mere friendship.”

Y/N opened her mouth to say something, to argue, to do anything—when she doubled over, clutching her stomach with a whimper as something trickled down her legs. “I…” Her legs shook and she threw out a hand to tangle in the branches of the greenery at her side, the only thing keeping her upright. “The baby. They’re coming.”

“What have you done?”

Another contraction had her almost falling to her knees but she looked over her shoulder to see Robb and a handful of his kingsguard at his back.

Naavio stood straight. “Your Grace-”

“Seize him.”

And the kingsguard did, almost gleefully taking the foreign magistrate to his knees and, by the sound of it, dislocating his shoulder as well. Naavio shrieked but Y/N could scarcely hear it over the roaring of the blood in her ears.

Familiar hands grasped at her face, tilting her chin up so she could look into the dark, hard eyes of her husband.

“The…baby…the baby is coming…”

“I know.” Robb pulled her close and she could feel the next words rumble in his chest. “Magistrate Naavio, you have tried to take my heir and seduce my wife.”

“I have done no such thing!”

Y/N crumpled in her husband’s hold with a choked scream.

“Take him to the Black Cells. I will deal with him later.”

It took two days to bring little Prince Eddard into the world. But he was beautiful—the most beautiful little one she had ever beheld. Her body was tired, her mind was buzzing, but all she could see was the little bundle in her arms.

Robb did not care about the blood and water and sweat coating the featherbed as he sat beside her and pressed a hard kiss to her temple. His finger traced down his son’s nose. “You have made me happy, Y/N.”

She smiled, eyes finally drooping.

“But it is time the magistrate is dealt with.” He stood and waved his hand, having one of her fine dresses laid out across the bed. In a blur, she was cleaned and dressed and a cup of Milk of the Poppy was all but shoved down her throat by an impassive Maester.

The Great Hall was filled with lords and ladies and knights from across the Realm. All of them had been waiting the birth of the heir of the wolf king but were now going to be witnesses to the king’s judgment, too.

“Naavio. You have come here to beg for reprieve against the Dragon Queen, to ask for help against her campaign.”

Naavio said nothing as he glared up at Robb on the throne, thick chains around his wrists and ankles. His Pentoshi ginery was dirty and ripped. The two days he had spent in the Black Cells had not been kind.

“Instead, you have tried to usurp my own power.”

“I did no-”

“I have sent a raven to Daenerys Targaryen, giving her the information you have given me. Your city will fall. It will burn with dragonfire.”

“Your Grace!” The words broke in Naavio’s throat.

The sudden noise made Eddard fuss in her arms and she gently rocked him, mind still hazy from the Poppy. But the cold green glint of Naavio’s eyes cut through the mess. He was a caged animal.

“This was you! You played your part so well. The innocent queen in need of rescue-”

“Silence!” Robb said, standing from the jagged throne. In the strange quiet of the Great Hall, he descended from his perch and took the reformed Ice from its sheath. “For your crimes against your host, against the good queen Y/N, I sentence you to die.”

Before Naavio could even plead for his life, Robb lifted the greatsword and took the magistrate’s head.

Robb was rutting against her, hard hands grasping at her breasts, pulling at the flesh of her hips, wrapping around her throat.

It hurt.

But she loved how he wrapped himself around her, loved how he would press his lips to her sweat-slick skin, loved him. Even if the maester had said it was too soon for the king to visit her chambers for such an act.

“You’ll give me another. You’ll give me ten more.”

“I will!” She cried.

“You’ll give me all of you because you are mine.” His hand tightened around her neck as his hips moved faster and faster. “Only mine.”

“Yours,” Y/N said as her throat burned.

His hips stuttered and a familiar warmth bloomed but he did not stop, could not stop until she was sobbing against his mouth with her own release. It hurt even more.

Sweat cooled on their skin as the high slowly died. Robb turned and pressed a biting kiss to her throat, still tender from his grip. His beard scratched her slick skin. “Mine. And you will always be mine.”

As she caught her breath, Robb rose from the mussed blankets of her featherbed and pulled his trousers on just as the door opened and a nursemaid brought in Eddard, snoozing in her arms. She readily handed the babe over to the king and then left, not even acknowledging the queen’s presence aside from a small curtsey.

Robb smiled down at his son and he looked genuinely happy—the smile he had reserved only for her.

She had made him happy. That was all she wanted.

“I will not have another man thinking to steal you away, wife.”

“O-of course not. You know I would never-”

“I must keep you to myself. And I will.” He looked at Y/N for a moment before leaning down to kiss his son’s forehead. The babe reached up and cooed, pressing his little hand against his father’s cheek. “You are mine. Only mine.”

He walked to the side of the bed and let her hold him as he dressed again and she lathed happy little kisses over her son’s face, listening to him giggle—but then Robb took him away. “What are you doing?”

“I am keeping you.” Robb kissed her cheek and then stood straight and walked to the door. When it opened, she saw three kingsguard standing outside, bedecked in their battle armor and swords at their hips.

“Robb?” His name was soft, strangled in her throat. “Your Grace?”

“She does not leave this room unless I am at her side.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Robb nodded and then smiled down at his son as the door swung closed. A heavy lock twisted.

Y/N stared at the door. She was not sure if she expected it to open again, or to at least hear another word from Robb on the other side, telling her what she must to do. But there was nothing.

She was alone.

A/N: All right! There we go! Please let me know what you think! Thank you for reading!

#robb stark x reader #robb stark imagine #robb stark #darkfic #game of thrones #dubious consent #toxic relationship #tw: dub-cob #tw: dubious consent #dub con #game of thrones imagine

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mistress | loki x fem!reader

description: when another woman throws herself onto loki, y/n does not stand by and let it happen.

trigger warnings: sexual assault, seductive behavior, graphic violence, blood, angst, mentions of anxiety, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: 1k

The heels of your shoes clicked against the glass flooring as you walked through the corridor of the palace in Asgard. A celebration of Thor's return would be taken place. You were dressed a long black gown that clung to your body beautifully, holding you modestly. Your glossy lips rested against one another as you looked through your wispy lashes down the hall. You were headed down a long case of steps that would lead you to the dining hall, where all of Asgard was drinking and partying to celebrate the first born of Odin's return to the realm.

Your black painted fingernails grazed over the lower half of your gown, in a nervous manner as you turned the corner to be met with everyone, drinking and laughing; smashing their cups when they finished a beer. Your fingertips relaxed as your nerves were dying down, slowly. You found Thor seated at the head of the table, smiling at his friends.

"I thought I'd have to wait another hundred years to see you again," You chimed as you squeezed Thor's shoulder in a friendly manner. Thor's pacfic eyes looked up to you and they brightened. He stood from his chair and gave you a warm hug.

"Ah, Lady Y/N," He sighed happily and pulled back from your embrace after a moment. "It's wonderful to see you."

You smiled sweetly, eyes glistening under the dim lights of the dining hall. "How was Midgard?" You questioned, curiously.

"Lovely as ever, but it's not home," Thor pulled his lips into a thin smile.

You released a breathy snicker and grinned, "Have you seen Loki? He was supposed to come get me, but he never showed."

Thor hummed and pressed his lips together, his eyes dragged down to the floor. "Check the bridge, Lady Y/N. I'm sure he just lost track of time.. silly brother," He grinned and ruffled your hair with his large hand. You chuckled softly and nudged him with your palms before leading yourself out towards the garden of Asgard.

While the cool midnight air kissed your skin, you attempted to fix your hair that Thor playfully messed up. Releasing a soft huff, you finally fixed it and pulled your hands back down to your sides.

As you walked across the garden, your eyes trailed to the bridge that overlooked the lake. You hummed softly when you saw no sight of Loki, but there were two figures who were leaned up against one another. You squinted your warm eyes and walked towards the bridge, uncertain of who they were.

When your came up to the bridge, you walked forth to see that Loki was being pinned against the ledge of the bridge as a woman was grabbing ahold of him, violating his body and personal space. You could tell he was uncomfortable and tried to push her away, but she appeared to be stronger than him.

"I do not wish to do this, please let go of me," Loki spoke, trying to be calm, yet assertive.

"Just shut up," The woman spoke through her teeth, pushing her bosom against his chest.

You'd seen enough, your blood was beginning to broil inside you. Your face begun to heat up as you clenched your jaw. Motioning your fingers behind you, a green light shone as you conjured a sword, stepping quietly towards the two of them. Making sure your presence was unnoticed, you walked up behind her and held the blade to the side of her neck.

"Back away from him," You gritted through your teeth.

She froze at the cold contact of the blade and swallowed thickly. Your eyes squinted, glaring at her as they flickered a bright green and soon faded to their original color.

Loki's breath was caught in his throat as the girl backed up from him, you walked around her, standing in front of her as the sword's blade was dangerously close to her throat. You stood before Loki, making sure that she couldn't get anywhere near him.

"You have no business being here. Now I suggest you leave before I kill you," You threatened, poking her Adam's apple with the tip of the blade.

"I will not listen to you, you're nothing and you don't frighten me," She spoke, attempting to shove down the built up fear within her. You intimidated her and she knew that you could tell.

"I will not hesitate," You clenched your jaw, eyes flickering green once again as your fingertips glowed the same color around the handle of the sword.

She swallowed thickly and backed up against the ledge of the bridge as you stepped forth slowly with her. Releasing a frightened yelp, she fleed the scene and scurried into the garden's labyrinth. Your eyes faded back to their original color as your fingertips stopped glowing. You swiftly motioned your fingers and felt the sword fade away in your grasp.

You turned around to see Loki was staring at you with the utmost warmest gaze. You released a gentle breath and parted your lips, feeling your eyes gloss with tears of relief.

He pulled his lips into a thin smile and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you against his chest. You snuck your arms around his torso and squeezed him in your embrace.

"Thank you, my dear," Loki's chin rested against the top of your head, closing his eyes

"Are you okay?" You whispered and pulled your head back, looking up to him as his gaze was warm on you.

"I will be," He whispered and brushed some strands of hair away from your eyes, cupping your cheek with his large hand.

"Come, Loki.. I'll make you some tea and you'll have a warm bath," You spoke softly, pupils dilating as you gazed up to him. "We'll tell Thor you weren't feeling well," You added quietly.

"That's gracious of you, Y/N, but we should probably attend the party–" Loki started, but you stopped him.

"You're going to have tea and a bath," You let your fingers move up to his face, cupping his cheeks in your cold hands. Loki eased into your touch, gently closing his eyes in response.

"You're safe now, Loki," You spoke softly and grazed your thumbs over his cheeks.

a/n: hello, my cuties!! i think it's really important to spread awareness to the fact that men get sexually assaulted too. although, yes, it's not as common, it still happens and i wanted to spread that here on my platform. my dearest apologies to those who i offended while writing this. if you are a victim of sexual assault, please call or text this number: 1-800-656-4673. you are not alone and you always have someone to turn to. i love you. be safe and treat people with kindness. — angelina.

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How about some Rigger Donna👀? Headcanons or scene whatever you prefer~ Would the hallucinations play a role when the lovely Lady has her fun? Would they get stronger or change?

I feel like this took wayyy too long for me to write 🤣 But I do hope you guys will enjoy it! Some soft but possessive dominant Donna at your... service 😏

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There was a slight hum upon her lips, a simple melody resonating deep within her throat as Donna finished yet another knot against your willing flesh. You had never seen her look so relaxed before - so calculated - with each line of rope meticulously placed with absolute precision. The warm lighting from the fireplace reflecting beautifully off the small patches of skin that resided between them - casting intricate shadows across the length of your body. The doll-maker’s calm movements almost hypnotic as she moved from one section of rope to the other

“Safeword?”

Her voice was quiet, yet fierce - completely in control.

“Puppet.”

She nodded, “And are you comfortable?”

“Quite, ma’am.”

It had been almost a month since you had arrived at House Beneviento. Abruptly taken from your spot at the castle to help the quiet doll-maker with the upkeep of her manor. With only a few words shared between you on those first nights, you never would have guessed you’d be in the position that you were in now. Settled on all fours in front of her - legs spread - completely bound, and at her mercy. Tangled elegantly in nothing but rope and the unmistakable feelings that you held for her.

Donna hummed in response, her long fingers tracing smoothly over the knots that now perfectly decorated your body - tugging on each one as she went down the landscape of you. The tea she had given you earlier slowly beginning to take its effect - soft edges around a world normally sharp as you as the room around you began to blur, washing you in a warm feeling. The wetness between your legs steadily building - your desire for her growing. Desperately longing for her touch - for the dexterous fingers of the one and only Donna Beneviento to grace your eager body with their presence - sweeping across your skin like an answer to every prayer you’ve ever had.

“I must say, diletta… you are a vision all wrapped up in pretty black rope.”

Without even seeing it, you knew there was a deep smirk painted across her lips. A low chuckle in her throat as she returned to her place behind you - the heat of her proximity instantly rolling over you, warming the exposed parts of your skin.

“And quite aroused already, I see.”

You shuddered as she slid a single finger down the front of your core.

“Mmh.. yes, ma’am.”

You felt her breath as she leaned over you, her fingers wrapped firmly in your hair as she gave it a slight tug back.

“Let’s stick with Mistress for tonight, shall we?”

“Ah-! Y-yes,, Mistress.”

Donna released her grip just as quickly as she had taken it, forcing your head to fall forward with a sight gasp.

“Sweet mia cara.. always so obedient, hm?”

You shivered as the tips of her experienced fingers lingered from one patch of skin to the next. Your flesh, supple - plump between your secured restraints - eager beneath her teasing caresses. The soft black velvet of the chaise lounge was comfortable against your hands and knees, holding up your perfectly bound body - keeping it taught.

“For you, Mistress, always.”

The doll-maker hummed in response before leaning back. The distinct sound of simple fabric shifting was all you needed to hear to know that this goddess of a woman was slowly dropping to her knees behind you. An image that would send anyone’s mind reeling - that could force a heat in you so profound that you immediately went weak in the knees, feeling your core clench around nothing but the thought of her. You blushed at the sheer vulnerability to it, and her unwavering ability to always surprise you.

“M-mistress?”

“Hush, diletta.. Your Mistress wishes to taste you.”

You whimpered as you pulled against your restraints, your whole body jerking in response. An inherent and profound heat rolling off of her - charging the cool night air between you. It was raw - all inhabiting, incomparable by nature- washing over your body like a warm bath. Electrifying it like a thunderstorm. A whisper of her lips upon your skin as she adjusted herself closer in, The content hum upon her lips telling you that she was likely enjoying the view.

“You smell divine.”

You blushed fiercely at her praise - every bit of bound flesh engulfed in fluster beneath the soft black rope that so perfectly restrained it.

“Ah.. Thank you, Mistress.”.

Your breath hitched - stuttering in your throat as the tip of her tongue slid ever so slowly up the center of your core.

“And do you know what you taste like, mia cara?”

“Ah-! W-what, Mistress?”

“Mine.”

Utter possessiveness ringing through the otherwise smooth tones of Donna’s voice as she forcefully took you into her mouth. A deep moan reverberating through your desire, seeping into your wet folds as she tasted you. Her fingers curling around the ropes that securely bound your hips, using them to hold onto - to force your backside straight back into her eager mouth. A prompt gasp from your lips as she slid the length of her tongue all the way up your entrance and over your clit. The warmth of it licking over every inch of your aching core, leaving no part of you untouched. Tugging firmly on your restraints as she pulled you closer still, thrusting her tongue deep inside of you.

There wasn’t a single part of you that wasn’t completely overcome with some sort of sensation. A rolling heat sweeping across your body - rivaling the cool air that surrounded it - causing goosebumps across your skin. An internal remnant of warmth - complements of Donna’s special tea - enhancing the world around you and everything within it. The feeling of your tongue tracing over your bottom lip as Donna worked her own into you. The slight bite to it as she found your clit, circling the width of it repeatedly over it until she ripped a cry straight from your lungs.

“That’s right.. let your Mistress hear you.”

Her words were indulgent, muffled into your needy flesh before she took your dripping core back into her mouth, deep thrusts as she lengthen her tongue as deep into you as it could go. Warm juices dripping down her chin like the most indulgent of honeys. Her hands firmly on your ropes, holding your body in place as she kept her tongue merciless inside of you. A slight spin to your surroundings as your body became more and more enveloped.. overcome by want.. by need.. by the absolute and unwavering desire that barrel rolled over you like a fever dream. You cried out again, your entire body shaking.

“Ah-! Please, Mistress.. I want to feel..more of you.”

You whimpered as she paused - seemingly mulling over your request - as if she knew how often your mind wandered to the feeling of her fingers deep inside you as you went about your daily duties. How your core grew wet at just the thought of them against your skin. And how, when you were sure she wasn’t looking, you would watch her dexterous fingers as she worked them long into the midnight hours. But.. of course the wise doll-maker had seen you. Of course she knew. Catching a sharp glint from your eye as you stood quietly by the staircase, making sure not to make a peep. Blushing with each precise movement that her fingers made.

You let out a prompt curse at the feeling of them exactly where you wanted them to be - teasing against your entrance. Your core clenching at the mere proximity of them. Your desire for her now dripping steadily from your core in the absence of her tongue.

“Is this what you want?”

She asked the words once before sliding three indulgent fingers deep inside you.

“Mmph! Fuck… yes… thank you, Mistress.”

Donna hummed quietly as she rose to her feet, leaning over you to give herself full access to the rest of your body. Her fingers still deep inside your core - stationary - filling you deliciously as they teased you. The brush of her lips ghosting over flushed patches of skin, moving eloquently between each one. A sharp inhale as she took your flesh between her teeth, nipping at it in the most delightful of ways, sweeping over it with her tongue. You wondered if you’d ever be given the chance to return the favor - to be allowed the ability to explore her body like a goddess that she was. You whimpered uncontrollably at the thought, at the profound heat that had set so deeply into your body that the entirety of it jerked - moaning as she slowly slid her fingers out of you only to thrust them firmly back in..

“Tell me who you belong to, diletta.”

Another thrust of her fingers, the sharpness of her teeth sinking back into your heated flesh.

“Ah-! You, Mistress! I belong to you!”

She purred against your skin, relishing in the utter control that she had over you.- holding your pleasure in her hands as she drove her fingers harder and harder into you. The addition of a fourth finger immediately sending your mind reeling, forcing a desperate cry from your lips - your center stretching perfectly around her in a most profound heat. The length of her fingers curling deep inside you with each precise thrust that the doll-maker gifted you - roughly driving them inside you. You moaned.. screamed,.. whined.. begged your Mistress for more. For her to claim you in every way possible - to wholly wreck you. Your desire dripping down your thighs, soaking the soft fabric beneath you at just the thought of it.

“Have I ever told you how much your obedience pleases me? How it makes my core ache in desire for you.

Fuck.

The word spun through your mind unhindered, sweeping past your conscious thought and straight over your lips. To think that this immaculate being - this insanely gorgeous creature of a woman, with her fingers stuffed as deep inside of you as they could go - was standing there as calm as the water’s edge, with a core just as wet as one. And it was all because if you.

“Mistress.. I…”

“Mia cara, if you can still speak… then your Mistress must not be doing her job properly.”

The tone of Donna’s voice internally sparking something primal in you - setting your soul aflame as she began to firmly thrust her fingers inside of you. Her pace relentless, forcing your desire to gush freely from your core. Slicking over her fingers and down your soft skin. A guttural cry - a jerk of your hips - her other hand joining in, circling generously over your clit as her fingers continued to work you mercilessly. Your restraints taught against your heated flesh as you pulled on them, every inch of you vibrating in desperation.. in an utter and absolute need for release. A supreme heat rolling over you - a tidal wave in nature - engulfing your body in a way that made you positive that the soft rope against your skin would burst into flames at any second.

“Ah-! Mmp.. . Mistress.. I’m so.. close…”

She thrusted her fingers even firmer inside you, ripping a prompt cry from your lips.

“Then come for me, diletta… show your Mistress just how badly you desire her.”

You could barely mutter a moan - hitch out a whimper - before the intense feeling took over you. It was all encompassing - a white hot pleasure swiftly spilling over every last cell that your body inhabited. Fireworks blinding behind your eyes as your whole body shook.. shuddered … jerked against the threads of fabric that securely bound you. Warm juices spilling out - dipping all the way down your Mistress’ wrist and almost down to her elbow.. Keeping the pace of her fingers steady until every last whimper was ripped from your breathless lips.

Your body limp against your restraints as you felt another surge from the tea spill over you. Covered deliciously in bite marks and sweat. Shuddering as she slid her fingers out of you - a most exquisite sound dripping from your core.

“You did so well, mia cara.”

You could feel the world around you beginning to dim as a deep exhaustion started to take hold of you. Donna’s voice sounding incredibly close yet muffled.. more and more distant with each word. You forced your lips to move, to murmur a soft ‘Thank you, Mistress’ before allowing the profound slumber to take over you - feeling the brush of her lips for just a moment before it swiftly pulled you under.

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vamp-domme · 1 year

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I belong fully and truly to my mistress. To Lady Midnight. My mind. My soul. My Body. I offer it as a willing sacrifice. Whatever she craves, she needs, she desires, it is my sole duty to insure it comes to pass. And it is my honor to do such.

~🐰

Oh my, how chivalrous, my handsome little darling, to offer yourself to my needs so sweetly. Come here and give yourself over to me, doll, and let me paint in scarlet all over you until all you can do is shiver when my teeth meet your skin.

#answers #🐰

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ktheist · 4 years

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take my whole life too | m

muses. jeongguk x heir!reader

genre. chaebol au. arranged marriage au. expecting parents au.

words. 5k

warnings. dad!jeongguk, house husband!jeongguk, simp!jeongguk, implied smut verging on actual smut, mentions of break up and arguments

you never gave much thought for jeon jeongguk - not for how he looks, not for how much he makes, not for how compatible you are together. nothing. so much for promising to stay together through health and sickness till death do you apart.

but that’s just the thing, you were willing to let go of your heart in exchange for the wealth of your family. which is inherently yours until the findings of your grandfather’s will appointing his administrators the task of safeguarding the billions of dollar estate against his unmarried granddaughter who to be fair, has always had her eyes on that bejeweled ring of his. it’s less about the diamond and more about what possessing - legally, of course - the ring could do. for one, nobody could challenge your legitimacy as the chairman of luxean. and boy, do your overbearing aunties like to nitpick every little thing you do at the board meeting just to put their sons and daughters in a better light.

so yeah, you would say sacrificing your non-existent possibility of falling in love would suffice. plus, jeongguk can go shopping for convertibles with a swipe of a card, fly from london to italy to greece and back to london within one night. heck, he can even have a steamy hot night with the locals and bring back a greek goddess of a mistress if he wanted to.

except for one problem: he wants to do all those things with you.

well, considering how he stripped down to just pants with the buckle undone and protrusion of well defined abs that leads to a tantalizing v-line beneath the contrasting black band of his calvin klein halfway to the bedroom of your suite after the ceremony, completely disregarding the fact you never spoke to him unless you were in the presence of other people - watching eyes - and the limited time you have to change into your second outfits, you figured he’d want more than just hot and steamy nights in paris and peaceful quiet mornings in athens in your sundress and off white spring hats.

he either hasn’t figured out that he’s just a tool for you to gain public opinion or he doesn’t particularly care as long as he’s getting some.

“you’re leaving?” the voice that asked the very obvious question bears a sort of despondency to it.

when you turn to face the man lying naked - and looking like a well sculpted greek god at that - in the bed, you curse yourself for forgetting the one simple thing that you promise yourself not to do: look at him in the eye. by god, you’ve never seen anyone - any man - who could be so good at weakening your resolution and making you want to climb into bed and cuddle him like a puppy.

“didn’t soyeon tell you i have a meeting?” you manage to sound casual about it for the most part as you put on the earrings that lie abandoned on the vanity when jeongguk came in just before you were almost done with your make up and bent you over the vanity to fuck you once before carrying you to the bed and fuck you in your sensitive state.

“i know,” he mumbles.

and when only silence follows suit, you can’t help but let your hands rest on your hip as you raise your eyebrows, “but?”

it takes a moment of the man trapping his bottom lip between his teeth and leaving it with a sort of pinkish shine when he releases it, “can we have another go?”

“you’re hard?” this time, the surprise in your voice is unconcealable, “again?”

“i know - i’m sorry - it’s just... that dress looks really good on you,” he doesn’t even bother to hide his ogling.

so to answer the question of whether you fucked him that time at your suite when you were supposed to change, yes you did.

“sounds like a you kind of problem,” you wave with the hand that picked up your purse - all your essentials already there, “go out and have a look at athens before we fly for london tomorrow - oh and maybe grab some dinner for yourself.”

“when will you be back?” as much as you like to think you’re indifferent to your husband, you can’t help but think he looks endearing for shying away from your gaze and rubbing the back of his head hesitantly, “i thought maybe we could have dinner together.”

there’s a strain in his voice but you brush it off, shrugging, “what do you think meetings like this are held over? i am going for dinner,” you want to take that back as soon as it escaped your lips but instead, you turn around, “anyways, don’t wait up.”

that’s one habit that he seems to have - waiting for you until you climb into bed with him after long hours of frying your eyes in front of the laptop in the common area.

either way, you strut out of your suite, leaving your husband with a semi-hard cock, you didn’t miss the way it twitched at your blatant rejection just before you turned your back on him.

and so you go about your day, the meeting coming to a close flawlessly as with a signed contract and a meal worthy of the restaurant’s reputation. by the time you thought the approaching figure from the corner of your eyes is the waiter bringing your desserts, kim taehyung was in the middle of thanking you “for meeting me on such a short notice, on your honeymoon at that.”

“i should thank you for reaching out to my secretary when you heard i’d be here too,” you chuckle, hand pushing a stray hair to the back of your ear before your gaze travels up to meet the man’s, “my grandfather always says, there’s no security on this earth, only opportunity,” raising the wine glass mid air, you offer him a smile, “and god does not help anyone seize it unless they do so themselves.”

“the late chairman was a wise man,” he raises his own glass, only to freeze at an awkward angle when the waiter finally approaches you.

except it isn’t the waiter.

it’s-

“___,” a voice fills your ears like velvet on skin, you already know who it belongs to before you even look up at the man whose out-of-character furrowed brows and pressed lips all but makes you want to shoot up from your seat and spout out explanations you don’t even owe him, “i thought i’d pick you up since it’s,” he checks his rolex - it was the first thing you bought him after assessing his lack of accessory after you’d both signed the contract, “half an hour till midnight and the polignotou isn’t going to wait for us.”

taehyung is the one to break the silence, “it seems i’ve taken up too much of your time.”

before you can even refute it, he’s already standing up and fixing his blazer before stepping to the side to properly face your husband.

“congratulations of your marriage, mr. jeon,” then he turns to you, his smile just as excellent at yours when it comes to hiding your emotions and that could only mean that tonight is drawing to an end on a bad note thanks to your husband’s interruption, “mrs. jeon.”

and with a final words of ‘i’ll have my secretary send you the papers soon’, he’s gone like the wind.

“what are you doing here? i told you i had a meeting! not gallivanting with some greek men!” the words come out in a low hiss when he takes the abandoned seat across from you as you gaze around the vicinity in case there are other business acquaintances that happen to know you.

“i’m sorry -” he mumbles out, “i was walking down the streets and i saw you at the balcony of the restaurant and-” he stops short of his words, tongue darting out over his lower lip for the briefest moment.

“and?” you echo, brows arched.

“i got jealous of seeing you with another guy,” his voice is barely above whisper but you hear it loud and clear.

you’re almost sure that you’ve slipped but and let your eyes narrow at him like a puzzle that you can’t figure out but it’s gone in a heartbeat as you pick up your purse and clear your throat. possibly in search for the right words to say but perhaps also an admittance of your caught-off-guard situation.

either way you stand up, “let’s go, the street starts getting scarcer by 2 and i’d rather stay safe and walk with more people than less.”

you did end up walking.

it was a halfway walk but it’s still a walk, that was, until you saw jeongguk pulling on the material of his pants every two minutes. the lack of lights did well to hide it but even then, your eyes automatically pans towards the noticeable protrusion in between his legs. as if your body has completely adapted to his scent - that subtle but evident scent of masculinity, his gaze - the pure, unadulterated desire within the shadows in his eyes and his touch - the way his hand seems to inch lower down your ass before he traces back up to settle on the dip of your spine before it left you cold and unattended when he started to tug on his pants.

“jeongguk -ah, fuck,” you bite back the moan that spills over your lips, “you’re making too much noise.”

“yeah?” his voice bears a lull to it as he thrusts in and out of you in the way that makes your legs come together and your heart leap all the way to your throat as your hands grip onto the dampened cart jeongguk pushed you against in the closest alleyway you were walking towards before he bent you over, lifted up your dress and pulled your panties down.

not even a minute passed before you felt him inside you. and by god, did you feel filled to the brim. the sheen of sweat coating your skin is cold against the chilly night air, the sinful sounds echoing off the walls makes you pray for the first time in a long time that no one is nearby and the way jeongguk is hitting all your sweet spots has you gritting your teeth in hopes that it’d be one less sound to get you arrested for public indecency.

in a country that you’re not a citizen of, at that.

you’re not sure how you got back to your suite and how the hell did you switch into your night dress but you have an inkling that it has something to do with the man whose arm traps you against a hard, muscled body when you started shifting to wake.

his breath fans the back of your neck as he slurs his words but you can make out a ‘five more minutes’ after a grumble and a faint ‘chaeyoung’ at the end.

“no,” you’re not sure what or who you’re saying the words of rejection to, but you slam a fist into arm that’s holding you, “let me go! jeongguk! let me go!”

he finally does at the bloodcurdling scream that could wake up the whole city. but somehow security hasn’t come bursting through the door and the streets in front of your room hasn’t halted its hustling and bustling.

“wh-what happened?” jeongguk’s wide eyes scan the room for the one, solid minute before they rest on you but instead of settling with the deduction that your scream was caused by his own entrapment - possibly the unfamiliar name he blurted out - he crawls over to you, “are you okay?” hand on your cheek as he checks for something.

they return to your eyes when you slap it away though.

you’re not even sure why you’re seeing red but you attribute it to the fact that- “how did i get in this?”

he takes one look and blinks, “i changed you because you fell asleep in the cab and i carried-”

“why?” arms crossed over your chest, you speak over him.

“i... i thought you might be uncomfortable sleeping in that dress,” you can almost hear the screws in his brain turning in search for answers.

“stop, okay? don’t act like you’re some award-winning husband - you’re not, you were broke and was about to lose your only source of income when i came to you and asked if you wanted to not have to work a day in your life,” he must’ve not known that his eyebrows twitch at the words, “it’s always been about the money - i get it, so you can stop now. we don’t have to play house when no one’s around because this isn’t an actual marriage and we don’t even love each other.”

you expected the stars in his eyes to dim out, expected him to avert his gaze somewhere to the most random thing like the ugly vase next to the door or the phone on the nightstand or the window where the sound of kids laughing and vendors across the street obnoxiously greeting his neighboring competition.

but instead, he looks straight at you, “what is it then?” he asks, “what are we if those good night kisses, cuddling into each other in the middle of the night when we woke up briefly before falling back to sleep, holding hands while walking and making love every night-”

“i don’t know where you got that because i never kissed you, i never asked you to wait for me to go to sleep together and i never touched you first - they were all you,” your head dips to the side just the slightest bit, “and we had sex every night. that’s it - it’s just sex.”

the last thing you see before you climb off the bed and lock yourself in the bathroom, dialing up your secretary’s number to book a plane ticket for yourself, is what you’ve initially expected to see.

stars that don’t shine as bright as the morning they twinkle and greet for the first time of the day. brows that knit together but not because he’s anxious or nervous about telling you something.

when you stepped out, he’s gone and you don’t leave any notes. not even a text after you packed up your belongings, hailed a cab and went straight to the airport in your darkest shades and brightest dress.

and so it goes, not a single rumor about your early arrival in seoul and your lack of spouse with you. mainly because jeongguk and you have put up quite a show for those watching eyes. a love story worth spectating and an ending keenly awaited. but you’ve made it clear, during your about-to-hit one month honeymoon that you’re truly, deeply, madly in love with your chosen husband, so much so, that you’re willing to leave the chairman seat unguarded.

it’s a gamble but it worked like magic. the board members welcome you back into the company without any inquiry even though you’re one week too early. mr. yoo even seems relieved to see you when you’re on your way to your office on your first day back.

“it’s nice to see you again, miss ____ -” he stops himself, “i mean, mrs. jeon.”

you shake your head, laughing, “miss ___ is fine for me, everyone’s known me as that for so long.”

when you reach the end of the hallway where you have to part to go to your office, and him to his, you tap him on the arm once with a hand that lacks a wedding ring but he doesn’t seem to care as he dips into a bow and bids you a good day.

and so it goes, you start burying yourself in your pending works while also juggling surprise visits from two of your aunts, to which each does not fail to not-so-discreetly give your left hand a once over. but you’re faster, having kept your ring in the drawer and pulling it out and slipping it on under the desk before standing up to greet the elder women both times without fail.

on the day jeongguk and you were supposed to return, you’ve debated on booking a hotel just because you don’t want to face him - soyeon briefed him about your sudden departure back to korea and that there was no reason for him to come back with you. and so he stayed. travelled to london and then to glasgow with a black card and unlimited possibilities - just liked you promised him on the day you signed the contract.

things might have gotten off track but coming back to the familiar scent of ocean from your candlewicks and the bonzai that belonged to your deceased grandfather in the corner of the room, you’ve found your purpose again - the reason you would go so far as to sacrifice your heart for this position.

you’re never going to lose sight of it ever again.

but when the door beeps once after you punched in the code, the smell of something delicious waft in the air after you stepped into your apartment and jeongguk greeting you with a pink apron with printed with hearts all over it, you feel yourself freezing in your spot.

“oh, you’re back?” his back is on you as he redirects his attention to the sizzling goodness in the hot pan, “i’m making fried noodles, it’ll be done it 10 minutes - why don’t you go and change first?”

it takes a moment of you staring at the black tresses of his head and the broad shoulders with a pink string hanging over the back of his neck before you actually take a step towards the stairs. once you’ve showered and dressed in your pajamas - you prefer those than the lingerie jeongguk has only ever seen you in - it takes another moment for you to stare at the golden strings layered with button mushrooms, beef slices and prawns and a fried egg over them.

“okay,” you shake your head, as if to shake away the trance that seems to come over you - jeongguk’s already looking at you with a curve on his lips, “what is this?”

“friend noodles,” he says simply.

“no,” another round of head-shaking passes, “i mean, what are you doing? i literally insulted you and called you a bum and a gold digger.”

he takes a minute to mull over the matter, bottom lip jutting out as if to say, “yeah, i kinda am.”

“you must also not realize that i only talk to you when we’re in public or when we’re having sex,” you point out, fork gripped tightly in your hand to which he gives a glance at before reaching to pull it out of your grasp and setting it on the napkin next to your plate.

“love making,” he reiterates but before you can even get a word out, he holds up a hand and tilts his head in a ‘wait’ kind of manner, “and a relationship is 50-50, you work and i cook and clean.”

your eyes narrow at him for the longest moment before you pick up the fork again, this time dipping it into the strands of gold and twirling it before directing it to yout mouth. an appreciative moan leaves you as the spice and sweetness spread over you like a whole new experience.

“good right?” jeongguk mimics your action, digging in and smiling proudly with the first bite.

it’s only when you’re done and loaded the dirty dishes into the washer, as you watch him take off the apron with his back on you whilst you lean against the edge of the counter, do you finally ask, “who’s chaeyoung?”

the way he freezes up with hands middair, in the middle of hanging the strap over the hook - isn’t the least bit surprising.

“wh-who?” the hesitant way he looks at you and then to his feet and then to the sink with a hand rubbing the back of his neck - is familiar. welcomed even but you don’t show.

“you tell me,” you shrug, “must’ve been someone important - someone who you’re used to having wake you up.” you let the silence hang in the air for several heartbeats, watching as his adam’s apple bob whilst his wide-eyed gaze shifts from the sink to the block of knives to the stool before they rest on you.

“maybe a girlfriend you left behind in exchange for money - the money i offered you,” and with that, you watch as his gaze shakes and his pink move but no words come out.

it’s only a long moment later, that he finally manages to find them, “i... i haven’t seen chaeyoung ever since we got married.”

“well, congratulations!” you bring your hands together in a crisp applause, lips curving into one of your schooled smiles, “soyeon contacted her and guess what she said? she said you told her you were going to the city to find a job and didn’t want her to wait on you which was why you broke up but poor little chaeyoung is still waiting for you on the country side - you can go see her and your parents.”

and with that, you turn your back on him for the first time since you left him to an empty suite and a cold bed.

“why are you so...” but just as thought you could walk out of this like a winner, jeon jeongguk somehow manages to pull you several steps back with just words and eyes that bears more emotions than you can handle, “mean?”

“you’re always smiling and laughing with your secretary like you’re best friends, you always look sad when you talk about your grandfather and you always kiss your parents on the cheek every time you meet them... why-” he stops short when he meets your gaze - you’re not sure what he sees that makes him look like he’s been punched in the face with a wild ball.

“i’ve always been mean,” you feel your eyebrows rising before you blink once, “you just had your head in the clouds, dreaming about how you can make a girl with a rotten attitude change and maybe fall in love with you along the way - well guess what? i’m not her,” and just like that night in athens, something in the way he stands, stiff like a rock and eyes darkened with a sort of desire, your eyes travel down to his pants where a painfully obvious erection protrudes against the fabric of his pants, “...and you like it.”

“no, i - this - it’s...” he fumbles on his words as he clasps his hands over his crotch, but the way his eyes seem to find solace at the sight of your cleavage screams desperation and agony.

“___... you don’t have- fuck,” the first moan falls out of his mouth when yours wrap around him.

“only because i can’t have a proper conversation when all you’re concerned about is how to take my blouse off from all the way across the room,” you say after a delicious ‘pop!’ when your cheeks hollow out just before you pull away.

it takes only a few more pumps before he’s begging you to “wait- please - i want you.”

it’s the ‘please’ that gets you.

“fine but don’t come inside,” you relent, hands fiddling with the zipper of your skirt before jeongguk’s polite ‘let me’ as he bends you over the counter, chilly air kissing your skin as a tear echo against the wall and you wonder if you’re free in the weekend to go shopping for-

“oh my god,” the moan slips out of your mouth in a pleasured surprise - you didn’t expect him to get your pantyhose, panties and skirt out of the way that fast.

thought with the barely noticeable discomfort of your panties digging into your hips, you figure he opted for keeping them pushed to the side instead of getting rid of them completely.

they do come off anyway, left in the trail of clothes strewn along the way to the stairs where jeongguk decides to have you bend over because “it’s a perfect place for a doggy,” and you concur as you moan and whine while he fucks you like he owns you. hand keeping your hair in a lock whilst he holds your upper body up whenever you’re about to lose yourself and bury your face in the steps.

but you do manage to get to the bedroom, just not the bed. you made a mess on the carpet - it’s going to stain an ugly shade of sex and lust but soyeon will probably not even bat an eye once you ask her to schedule an appointment with an interior designer. might as well give your room a make over.

so it goes, jeongguk likes to call your eye rolls and offers to lend him a driver to drive him to his hometown to meet the love of his life - cute. alternatively, jealousy. which you simply roll your eyes at, again.

at times, he comes over to your office - mainly to take you out for lunch but ends up fucking you over your mahogany table. and later in the car on the side of the road where an officer came knocking on the fully tinted window - you had at least 60 seconds to button up your shirts and pull down your skirt while jeongguk zips up his pants with a whine before you roll your window down.

how the rest goes, you rather not say.

but you’ve sworn against car sex - at least in daylight and in an open space.

so when you end up walking past a mirror in your room, just as you’ve donned an off white blouse and a grey pencil skirt, you find yourself freezing in shock. hands coming to cup your stomach, you squint at the woman who’s squiting back at your belly.

“honey, breakfast is ready,” jeongguk pokes his head into the room, the infamous pink apron tied around his front and a pair of light orang oven mitts on his hands.

“do you think I gained weight?” you quiz, knowing full well that he’ll spout a heartwarming but blatant lie about-

“no, i think you’re a healthy weight,” a man that looks like him comes to hug the woman in the mirror, kissing her head before glancing at his reflection once and turning back to it, squinting his eyes at the part where your hands are.

“uh,” he hesitantly starts, “how much chipotle did you have last night?”

“not enough that’s for sure,” you turn to him with an incredulous look, “i went to bed hungry,” a light smack lands on his chest - to which he doesn’t even bat an eye, “cause you keep stealing my food!”

“maybe we should book an appointment,” he suggests, voice smooth but the glint in his eyes and the suppressed smile on his face gives away his exitement.

“no, i can’t be pregnant,” you shake your head, walking over to the vanity to pick up your purse and keys, “it’s not the right time.”

“but what if you are?” you hear the hurt in jeongguk’s voice but your interest overrides your emotiones.

“i just can’t be,” and with that, you place a kiss on his lips, “i’m sorry, baby.”

and with that, you left for the kitchen when jeongguk still tried to reason with you. he tried again for the next few days until you set your food down and told him a baby is never going to be in the picture.

but two months down, you barely fit your clothes and jeongguk has been kissing you good morning before bending down and pressing his ear to your belly, “and good morning to you, my little blueberry.”

and he’s been kissing you good night before pecking your stomach and wishing the life form growing inside you a ‘come out fast so mommy and daddy can meet you, okay?’

“good news and bad news,” soyeon said exactly one month ago after you’d fainted in a middle of a meeting and woke up in a hospital room, “you can’t be pregnant but you are and you’re gonna need an heir soon anyway so...”

“it’s bigger than a blueberry now,” you point out - jeongguk’s been calling your child a blueberry ever since he rushed to the hospital after getting a call that his wife fainted and once he was there, got flashed with a sonogram the size of- “the doctor said it’s as big as a blueberry, not chipotle,” you’d been indifferent, mainly because a child wasn’t in your plan and you’d been taking birth control since way before you got married.

but jeongguk had been overjoyed. taking care of you everywhere you go, he didn’t even let you drive and instead searched up for drivers with a long list of the lowest rates of accidents in their records. he gets into the shower with you because he “can’t wait to have a family shower together” and packages of baby clothes have been pouring in with matching shirts and ‘mom’, ‘dad’ and ‘baby’ printed on each one and he shows them to you after you got back from work.

his love for your child had made you fall in love with being a mother. with having a family of your own - the two notions you never thought you could wrap your head around as you made your vows to each other two years ago.

and it’s somewhere down the line, as you watch jeongguk rock your baby in his arm as she sleeps soundly amidst the beeping of the heart monitor, jeongguk’s voice like a lullaby as he murmurs ‘you’re so beautiful, you have mommy nose, and my lips, thank you for being born,’ and when he twirls around, probably feeling the heat of someone’s stare from all the way on the bed, he looks at you with that lost, wide-eyed wonder before his lips curl into a smile, eyes disappearing into crescents.

-it’s then, do you realize that jeongguk has become the person you smile and laugh with, the person you greet with a kiss and the person your heart beats for.

he’s your husband, lover, soulmate.

note. i have another preview with the same title and characters but from a historical era which i haven’t managed to finish but if you see a marquis!jk and x heir!reader then yk hehe. also if you like arranged marriage au’s do check my masterlist! i have a lot of them apparently (i just realized while writing this fic lol)

i’ve been super stressed and feel like i haven’t actually been doing anything i really like in the weekend so i sat down and decided to finish this draft idea once and for all!

first off, oc is a douche bag who cares about herself a lot but it’s written in her pov which i hope portrays a justification (which isn’t necessarily okay) to the things she do. but in other people’s story, she’s that woman who stole a person’s man, or she’s that hard ass boss that nobody really likes but pays good, or that graunddaughter that seems to think about her grandfather’s money only. but no one is easily good or bad, it’s more than that just like oc. and i hope to send at least that message through this story. not one can be just ‘good’ or ‘bad’.

in my opinion, there’s no development in her character bc of the word count and the fact that i didn’t plan for it to be long enough to include a development. i just wanted to write about an asshole who has feelings and can be nice to certain people. she’s probably still an asshole but her feelings for jeongguk changed and so is her treatment towards him (as per foreshadowed) and he became one of the people she loves - and i say probably because we’ll probably never know for sure and it’s also not up to my interpretation alone. you, the readers, may think she has or may think she hasn’t - either way, this is just a story about someone who you might know, maybe someone who you’d dupe as selfish. either way, i hope yall enjoyed it!

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OK, BUT LIKE

Personal butler Venti pleasing the reader whenever she wants cause she's always horny(I mean who isn't;;), AND IMAGINE HIM SLOWLY REMOVING HIS GLOVES AND I ISGDHSHHAHS

THOSE DARN HANDS OF HIS ARE HNGG<333

ANON????

ANOTHER BRAINROT BUT THIS TIME ITS BUTLER VENTI???

HHAHAJA S-STOP PLS BUT YES I WANNA KNOW MORE OF BUTLER VENTI AJSBSHSJSN

masterlist

word count: 1k

warning: NSFW content ahead

Okay okay so he’s your personal butler, right? So he’s the only one who knows about your predicament of 24/7 horniness

Of course, he can’t just ignore you like that so he decides to help you with it every day. Sometimes you come to the servant’s quarters at midnight and go to his room. He sees you there standing and fidgeting, pressing your thighs together to calm down your heat

“Mistress...?”

That formal title just made you so wet and you’re practically pleading at him through your eyes to help you. A second later, Venti understands your situation and pulls you inside his room. He’ll have you sit on his lap and he doesn't care if you’re staining his clothes because of your dripping pussy. What matters is satisfying his dearest mistress. He’ll be slow first since he doesn't know how much you needed him and by slow I mean he’ll first do foreplays with you.

If you want to get in the action already, he’ll push you on the mattress and takes off your panties, and starts fingering you. If you’re moaning too loudly he’ll quiet you with a kiss to muffle it down.

Okay now imagine your family has been invited to a ball and you have to attend it because it’s a requirement for you to interact with the other nobles

Venti is always by your side throughout the day and the event is getting boring to you as time passes. You suddenly feel hot and bothered under your dress. Looking around the room to distract yourself, you clutched on Venti’s sleeve to garner his attention.

His gaze was now settled on your figure and even if you weren’t looking at him, the way your face was so red and warm, your shoulders moving up and down, and just how you squeeze your fists on your dress already made him understand it.

But the only problem is where will you two do it? This isn’t your mansion and he doesn’t know where would be a good place to please you privately and without any disturbance.

Fortunately, the resident’s servants had guided you about this place and you know the perfect spot to do it. You grabbed his hand and lead the way until you reach the guest’s room. Locking the door behind you, you immediately leaned on Venti to pull him down to a deep kiss.

Your butler didn’t push you away nor hesitated to kiss you back. He brings you closer to him, licking your lips asking for your permission and when you parted them, he’s playing with your tongue and exploring every inch of your mouth making sure he doesn’t miss any.

He’ll push you against the wall and place one of his legs in between you as his knee pressed through your clothed core. Moaning in between the kisses, he tilts your head to the side to suck on your neck then going back to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders before disconnecting your lips together as a string of saliva trailed along.

You badly wanted to remove your dress but all the accessories hanging on you just hinder you from taking your clothes off. Venti sits you down on the bed and when you waited for him to do something, he just left you hanging there. Confused, you looked up at him. Your entire body warmed up when you saw how dark his eyes are— hungry and eager to please his mistress.

Your stomach churned in anticipation when he brought his gloved hand to his lips and takes it off with his teeth, throwing the leathered item somewhere in the room. He kneels in front of you and slowly removes your shoes off while his mouth softly brushes from your legs to your thighs, leaving featherlight kisses and occasional licks on your supple skin. His fingers seek up to your thighs, lifting up the dress as he did so.

Your hands tightly clutched through his dark locks when you feel his hot breath is so close to your clit. He’ll trace your folds over your panties before putting them aside and putting his tongue and finger in to stimulate you. Your legs were quivering tremendously and he brings them up to rest on his shoulder while he eats you out.

You bit on the back of your hand to stifle your moans as your other hand tightly gripped his hair and brought him close to your pussy.

The two of you will have sex the whole day. Venti will listen to your needs and he’ll do it without complaints. Fucking you from behind, eating you out until you cum all over his face, swallowing every drop of your essence and not letting a single one miss, fingering you until you orgasm for the nth time, and so on and so forth. As a reward, he received a blowjob, boobjob, and riding his cock from you for making you cum several times and making you feel so good, and never in his life did he thought he’ll be getting a wondrous gift from you.

Venti will remind you both of you have to go back before your parents come looking for you. You’ll whine about it and beg him to continue fucking you. Of course, he can't deny you, but in exchange, after he makes you cum you have to go to the bathroom and wash your body.

Agreeing with his bargain, after your reach your one last orgasm you’ll invite him to join in the bathtub with you, and once again he accepts it. Everything you ask for, he always says yes to them. He’ll help you wash your back and sometimes kisses them while he plays with your breasts and nipples.

But he won’t go that far to start another sex even if you wanted it so badly. As much as he wants it as well, the two of you have to move as fast as possible and finish showering and dressing up.

Venti cleans up all the mess in the room before leaving and guiding you back to the main hall. Perfect timing, the event just ended and now your parents approached you two. They asked Venti to call the driver and ready the ride.

You’ll glance at him and mouthed you’ll be waiting for him later at night in your room. He can only smile and nod his head.

After all, he can never say no to his mistress at all.

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Yummy butler venti brainrot 🤤

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