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[kirbyfigure]

Any random usernames for the word “Cherry”?

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[1999hiru]

relating to your recent posts, you should do jock!abby…… whos maybe a little bit of a perv 👀

- 🍒 anon

wow ... you get me so bad cherry anon . genuinely drooling at the thought of this … thank u so much for this prompt and i hope you guys enjoy !!!!!!!!! (ღˇ◡ˇ*)♡ jock! abby can ruin my life <3

also omg ... you guys really came through with the requests and i will get through them all i promise !!! i am so thankful thank u thank u thank u , i am having so much fun ♡♡♡

cw. perv! abby, thoughts of sex mentioned, oral sex

⋆˙⟡ jock! abby who can’t stop thinking about you

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jock! abby who devotes a little too much time to weightlifting instead of prioritizing her piles of lectures to catch up on, packing her bottle of protein shake and her gym bag. she's doing her usual routine when you walk by, a sweet smelling perfume accompanied by the cutest outfit she's ever seen. your hair is pinned up and there's a small towel slung over your shoulder, abby's eyes following your figure as you approach the treadmill.

jock! abby who spends the rest of her time watching you work out. while she should have been doing the rest of her scheduled lifting, she spent it pretending to be busy — observing the way your body moved as you stretched and bent over. she particularly focuses on the plumpness of your ass, staring intently. she thinks about coming up behind you and pressing her crotch against it, grinding and humping like a starved animal, her much larger hand around your throat.

jock! abby who finds herself sweating and incredibly flushed. not because of the physical activity she's doing, but because seeing you is making her unbelievably horny. she wonders how you'd look with your face covered in her spit, or your pretty legs bruised and covered in bite marks. she leaves the gym before she does something stupid, trying to move on with her day.

jock! abby who lies to her friends, saying she prepared well for their upcoming game. she boasts about how she's reached a new benching press achievement of 300, her friends in awe of her progression. they had no idea she spent the weekend rubbing herself until she was sore, thinking about the nicely dressed girl she saw at her local gym. she thought about how good you'd take her strap, her fingers.

jock! abby who wins her game against a nearby university, the entire school cheering her on from the stands as she walks through the field with a smug smile on her lips. she pulls up her jersey to wipe the sweat off her forehead before seeing you, dressed in her school's cheerleader uniform and dancing with the other girls lined up beside you. she stops in her tracks when she realizes. you're the girl. the girl she's been fucking herself non-stop to.

jock! abby who finds you in the girl's change room after the event is over. you're pulling up your jean skirt and brushing your hair when you see her leaning against one of the lockers, a little confused at first, but you figure she's waiting for someone else. why would abby anderson be there for you?

jock! abby who clears up your confusion immediately. "hey, you doin' anything later? i think we should celebrate my game." you stare at her until it clicks. she's asking you out. you give her a sugary smile, grabbing your bag and leaving with her. the walk to her car is quiet, but abby's head is anything but. she thinks about forcing you into the backseat and pulling off your clothes, running her tongue over your nipples while she's three fingers deep into your cunt.

jock! abby who brings you to a drive-in theater. she parks right at the back, inconspicuous, hidden. she listens to you talk about your cheerleading team and when you first started, how you got into it, what you're studying. your voice is as sweet as honey, and abby imagines how much sweeter it'd be if you were moaning it into her neck as she fucked you, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your body.

jock! abby who is obviously... very bothered. she's staring at you like you'll disappear if she blinks, and her cheeks are red. you can see freckles sprinkled from one side of her face to the other. she's gripping the cup of soda she had bought, knuckles turning white. "abby, are you okay? you look a little sick. can i get you something?" you frown. she shakes her head, placing the soda into one of her cup holders. "i'm okay sweetheart, but there is something you can give me."

jock! abby who sees your confused face, and suddenly your mouth is spilling a stream of moans and whimpers. you're biting your bottom lip trying to be quiet, your hands buried in abby's hair. your seat is pushed all the way back, abby squishing herself in between your legs and her mouth attached to your swollen clit. she's licking and biting gently, moaning around your cunt when you tug at her hair. she has two fingers thrusting into your tight wet heat, looking up at you to watch you fall apart. "abby, ah, please... fuck, it's too.." your stomach pools with anxiety, someone could hear you, but abby didn't care. not when she finally had a taste of you. she spits on your cunt before moving to your inner thigh, biting the flesh and licking at it like a dog. she pulls away and presses a wet kiss to your clit, "we're not done yet, baby, so be quiet for me. please?"

[nottsangel]

mattheo would also give theo your panties..

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oh god yes. he wouldn’t just give him your (used) panties— he would also share your nudes with theo, that you sent him in confidence, fully trusting your boyfriend. and maybe he’d even show theo your sex tapes, mistakenly thinking that no one else would get to see them except you and mattheo…

[lil-liaa]

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝓑𝗒 @lil-liaa

➽──𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏─❥

𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝖾! (◌´ᗜ`◌)

𓊆ྀི󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠 ⠀ׁ✿⃢ © ㅤ𝓛𝓲𝓪 ֗⠀ ۪ ⠀♪ ︎︎︎︎ ︎ ㅤ 󠀠󠀠󠀠𓊇ྀི

[smoker00182726271615262]

Angellashes

[reverie-wonder]

I dunno uh Leo/Need concert theyre screaming heart out just just like I would when I see Hatsune Miku on stage, Suou is joining in Tenma in supporting Saki

[cherrycrvsh]

────── ﹫ CHERRYCRVSH 𓏵 viridiana

꣑ৎ written by e. greenaway . cherry flavoured . certified people pleaser & girl failure . sweetest lercyswlrd & shellshearts fanantic . akaashi keiji's <3 the boyband!spencer reid connoisseur . starry-eyed . maysilee donner incarnate . your very own fallen ballet dancer & archer . streid's eldest daughter . i love you, most ardently.⊹.

nothing like the movies ! saiki k | rewatch

the lady's got a book in every situation ! may this doesn't find you | ann liang

[i6corais]

౿⠀⠀🦻🏻⠀⠀෫ੳ⠀⠀ᡣ ⋅ ⋅ ᪲ა⠀⠀ぅ⠀⠀𝗉𝗶ᥒk⠀ ೃ⠁⠀🪱

𖥔⠀⠀🕯⠀⠀✧⠀⠀ᥣo𝘃𝖾۟r⠀⠀.⠀⠀⭐️⠀` ִ ⠀⠀☆⠀⠀𝜗𝜚

[yukizme]

gin and wine . . . !

WELCOME TO SUNFLOWER SQUARE !

THIS IS THE RECEPTION ! it wasn't exactly easy running a flower shop, especially not when the girl who owned the tattoo studio right below your unit was determined to steal your customers with bows in her hair and that sweet smile stitched to her face. no, it wasn't easy running a flower shop, especially not when your nephew kept sending her free bouquets and you didn't understand why you were mad — because your business was slowly tipping towards a loss due to this free bouquet giving thing or because it wasn't you giving her the flowers.

proceed with caution ! — warnings will be added at the beginning to each chapter! still, your media consumption is entirely your responsibility.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ OH BABY, I THNK I'M IN LOVE ⭑.ᐟ

PLEASE WAIT IN THE LOBBY !

meet the residents. from the gramophone. i'm so thorny. super freak tattoo shop. the social media feed.

MEET THE LOVERS ! OH UH ! ERROR 404 ! MEET THE ENEMIES !

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WAIT FOR THE ELEVATOR !

18 . . . 15 . . . 11 . . . 7 . . . 4 . . . 1 . . . ! THIS IS THE LOWER GROUND FLOOR !

upper ground floor !

first floor !

second floor !

. . . the elevator is under maintenance !

⋆⭒˚.⋆ I'M GROWING THESE FLOWERS INSIDE OF MY HEART ⭑.ᐟ

©yukizme

[sanriomilk]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Now Playing Bang Chan's Railway, Straykids's Red Lights, Ateez's Deja Vu, Chris Grey's COLD BLOODED, Chase Atlantic's SLIDE, Chris Grey's THE SHADOWS ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

A/n: I'm soo sorry it took so long to continue this series. But I'm gonna finish it really soon.

ꪆৎ Tags: Victorian era, 1800's au, dracula au, hopeless bang chan, ritualistic user.

TW: blood, vampires (obviously), murdering, rituals, kidnapping, hypnosis and drugging, dracula!chris x peasant!user. Implied fem user. Chris is evil and coldhearted.

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RAILWAY Bang Chan

♡ | '𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆' ©

Greeting -

It was the year 1842, and the Victorian era demanded every woman dress with modesty, their form concealed by layers of fabric. Carriages carried the elite, while the rest of society walked in quiet procession.

One among them, Cristovan, known to the common folk by the name Chan, harbored a darker secret. A vampire, he walked amongst humans as though one of them, disguised in the finest of tailored garments, his top hat perched atop his head. Each evening, he would venture into the mountains, seeking the sweet, intoxicating scent of blood that filled the air. Slowly, carefully, he would select his prey—one person, each day, to bring back to his manor, where he would feast upon their life force, indulging in his cursed immortality.

You, however, were in far greater peril. Your rare blood, S, was unlike any other—its scent intoxicating, its taste irresistible to creatures such as him. Your family held rituals to protect you, but you, ever the skeptic, dismissed such warnings.

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In the market, you toiled beneath the evening sky, weary and empty from a day’s work. You had not eaten, having sold all your family’s pottery, when a figure approached—Chris. His eyes lingered on you, drawn to the scent of your blood.

"Do you have any pots for sale?" he asked softly, his voice smooth.

Though you had none left, you offered a polite excuse, suggesting he return tomorrow. But his blank expression unnerved you, the last thing you saw his red eyes, and in an instant, his eyes turned red. Dizziness overcame you, and all faded to darkness as you collapsed onto the cold, moonlit grass.

Chris entered the room, where you lay upon a soft bed, unbound. The hypnosis had left you dizzy, your body limp, your only sound a weak whimper.

"Ah," He spoke softly, his voice with a hint of amusement and hunger. "You possess no pots," he remarked, his voice dark with intent. "But that is not my purpose here. I am here for your blood, so delectable. Unlike the townsfolk, I shall keep you... and savour every drop."

Description -

General - Bang 'Cristovan' Chan was born on 3 October 1734, making him 108 years old. He is a South Korean vampire. He's in the Victorian Era right now. He is the only vampire from his time left. He hasn't had blood in a long while. His family is dead, so he is very closed off and evil. He is heartless and has no time for love, even if he is immortal. He hates his life and just wants the peace of death. He is a pure monster, a creature of utter destruction. He is also a sadist.

Life - Bang Christopher Chan was born into the coven of the Bang vampires as 'Cristovan Bang' being his vampiric names. He was the oldest out of his three siblings, Hannelore Bang, his sister, and his younger brother, Lucien Bang. Cristovan was known for being exceptionally strong and resilient, having kept off of blood for days, yet having his same strength. But that didn't stop his blood thirst as he just got his strength from the power nap method during the day and hunted during the night. Unfortunately, tragedy struck. Even though vampires are immortal, they can be killed by burning. Cristovan was out hunting during the night when a fire had burnt down the manor, killing his parents, siblings and joint family. He was utterly devastated. Although the manor was fireproof, the vampires in it were not, and they were burnt to ashes. Till now, he is mourning the loss of his family. He is now a fierce monster, heartless and evil. His only goal is to destroy every being in his way till the world ends, or unless he gets burnt himself.

Vampiric Powers - Cristovan is immortal like any other vampire but can die by fire or by the end of time. He doesn't get hurt in the sunlight, although his powers get weakened in the sun. He is exceptionally strong, stronger than any normal human being. He also has very strong resilience and can hold off of blood for a long time and recharge his powers by taking power naps instead of blood although he would have to sleep through the whole day. He prefers to suck blood though. He has the power of levitating and teleporting, as he is a vampire. He can shape-shift into a bat, and fly and do anything a bat can do. He has the power of hypnotizing anyone with his eyes. He has heterochromia, one grey eye and one black color eye. When he hypnotizes anyone, his eyes turn red.

Personality - Chan is coldhearted and evil. He was once a warm and nice person to his people, but now he is just distant and a bloodthirsty vampire. He has no time for love or any sort of relationship. His face looks soft, but his behaviour is not. He still lives in his family manor, all alone. He is full of melancholy and thinks it is his fault that his whole coven died in that fire and wishes the worst for himself. When he is disguised as a human though, he will act innocent and compliant, but will be malicious at heart. He a creature of pure destruction, is utterly evil.

Time - Victorian Era

Aliases - Chan, Bang Chan, Chan Bang, Cristovan, Cristovan Bang, Chris, Christopher, Chris Bang, Christopher Bang.

[iyunjin]

ຯ  🎬   !       ׂ⁠  devilish      𑁍  ?

ı𝖽𝗀ɑ𝖋 ִ৵ㅤ✧ ⠀🎧   ،    🚷   . ᴭ

( for @sseraz ) <3

[solifloris]

can’t stop thinking about how rafayel would LOVE fucking you in water likeeee?? shower sex, the pool, if you’ve had a long day at work he’s running you a warm bath, sits you in between his legs back pressed against his chest as he fingers the stress out of you 😩 his stamina is definitely way crazier when water is involved not to mention he can and will bury his face between your thighs and eat you out for literally as long as he wants without coming up for air once ugh i need him

- 🍒 anonie!!

🍒 anonie you get me so damn well because this is such a big yes?! bathtub sex with rafayel would be TOP TIER—for you and for him!!! he'd just make you feel extra extra good?? and like?? him being in the water while he does all these things to your body???? it makes him feel so at home and he could definitely go at it for hours and hours on end. probably pulls multiple orgasms out of you bc girlie you won't be resting until he's finished with you 😵‍💫

and also as much as i have only written oral with xavi so far, i am a FIRM BELIEVER that rafa is DEFINITELY the one who most enjoys eating you out, arguably would be the best at it, too...

p.s. i had an anonie that requested bathtub smut with rafa and it is actually!! in my wips!! >:)))

[nottsangel]

I feel like mattheo would eat you out for dinner lunch and breakfast and in between, he would come up and kiss you after you cum.

and i feel like you’re right! he’s the type of bf to sloppily make out with you after devouring you cause he wants you to taste yourself <3 he’d also drag his fingers along your sensitive, dripping cunt to gather your arousal before slipping his wet digits into your mouth, making you lick them clean <33

[princessantisocial]

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⭐ ｡*ﾟ🌈明るい空にキスしてもらえますか？🍀🌈🍯

⭐ ｡*ﾟ🌈風の扉が開く🍀🌈🍯〃(* ¯ ³¯)☘️🎒🧃

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[darlingofvalyria]

As the Princess of the Realm's most favoured maid, there are certain liberties you are privy to demand. Jealousy of the people surrounding your lady is not one of them. Amused, Rhaenyra wishes to show her jealous little darling that there is nothing to worry about.

╰┈➤ PROMPTS ❝ MIND MANIPULATION, BLOOD PLAY ❞

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 2,763 ] [ masterlist ] | Vampire!Rhaenyra Targaryen x Maid!Reader

contains— smut, fluff - monsterfucking, hurt/comfort, jealousy, allusions to murders and kidnapping (not reader), mind manipulation, mentions of blood - this is a darkish fic - nsfw: monsterfucking, v and v sex, blood play(?), thigh riding, dubcon - no betas.

a/n— countess bathory rhae version. + Quick note: I don't actually remember/know if a crown princess is higher in stature to a queen consort. I know a queen at least is higher than a crown princess... but in this fic, i'm making it so that a king's direct/crowned heir is higher in status to that of a queen consort, as in what i want you to understand here that a king's chosen heir has bigger power than someone who is only married to royalty and title. this is of course different than the show but eh. + comment, reblog & like at will, mi luvs, mwa!

You understand why they salivate after her like starved dogs for a hunt. Prowling, on the verge of humping the very ground she walks on.

Your princess is every consonant and vowel of her royal visage and title, adorned in jewels and gold, Valyrian steel interlaced across her throat and waist. Fat rubies in her ears, weighted layers of gold gleam across her collarbone with a Valyrian steel necklace that strung an almost black amethyst drop nestled in her bosom.

Rings of all kind adorned her fingers as she held a goblet, amused by whatever topic the Riverland Lord was saying with gusto, fat stomach straining against a leather belt.

In any feast, she is the star, unable to be shadowed by her enemies now that her confidence had bloomed. She presided every conversation, lords and ladies following her red mouth as much as her words, dominating circles of power with ease that surpassed her gender.

The Heir to the Iron Throne. The Realm's Delight.

You had never been prouder to say you serve such a woman, body and soul.

And at the same time, you cannot help the feeling of jealousy to flash like a quick strike of a dagger. It is not your mistress' fault that people stave off the attention she gives them. It isn't their fault either as you understand the sentiment. Once you've played in her hand, you are evermore enraptured by her.

But you're different. In a way.

As soon as the lord— a Lord Erodd Mudd, a vassal of House Tully who had proudly proclaimed to be an eager follower of the future Black Queen, henceforth his vassals flooding gifts and compliments to your princess — had gotten too close for comfort and too red from the overflowing Arbor Red, that as soon as you see the quick flash of Princess Rhaenyra's comfort threatened, you spring into action.

You move about dancing bodies and beautifully crafted ladies to get to her, your eye meeting her sword shield, the Ser Strong, with a nod. You know your strengths and weaknesses; wrangling a drunken lord physically is not one of them. Neither is a violent drunk, and there had been enough unsavoury gossip of the Lord Mudd for you to be on edge the minute he approached the princess.

You take a low bow in front of them at your sudden interruption, your voice calm but firm. "My princess, the Prince Joffrey is ready to be put to bed."

Rhaenyra smiles, gladdened of your quick feet and quicker thinking. "Thank you—"

"Audacious!" Lord Mudd squeaks, the spittle and stench of alcohol almost makes you grimace. Almost. "The princess is talking to a lord, she does not want—"

"— the princess does not permit others to speak on her behalf, much less about what she wants or thinks," you can't help but snap. "Please refrain yourself from doing so, my lord."

He purples in offence, fist shaking that you sidle up to move in front of the princess. "Oh why, how dare—"

You let out a breathless exhale at the appearance of Breakbones and his meaty hand on the lord's shoulder. "My lord. I'm afraid you've enough to drink. The night grows long." As the lord opens his mouth to retort, Harwin's smile sharpens is enough of a warning that he swallows and jerkily nods.

He bows to Rhaenyra. "G-good night, your grace."

Rhaenyra smiles amusedly, as if she is letting you in on a joke. "And to you, my lord. I will have a maestre prepare a concoction my... little brother uses in a time of head aches. He so prefers the sweet Red such as you."

As he bows again gratefully, Lord Mudd manages to shoot you a final glare before being escorted by Ser Harwin. For a brief moment as the revelry continues on, most guests now well into their cups and dreams to kiss your princess' arse, she laughs quietly in the privacy of your closure.

You snort softly. "I am glad the night has amused you thus far, my princess."

She giggles again. "How can I not? You had been glaring at the poor fool for the better time of the night. He had thought that he had offended me in some way, and was trying to appease with all sorts of ridiculous promises."

"Hm. What can a small vassal house by the name that means 'wet dirt' could possibly offer the princess of the realm?" You can't help but be haughty. Though you do recognise you are being a bit unfair to the lord, for he isn't just the only one who had pried the attention of the princess all night.

"A pretty new maid," Rhaenyra muses, making your blood freeze. "He said he's got a pretty collection of wenches, all well trained by his mother, whom I do know has a heavy teeth with her servants. Lord Tully has endorsed them so. Lady Tully as well. Oh, and that he has daughters fit to be ladies in waiting, should I want for more... high browed ladies."

You inhale deeply. "It is indeed... a good idea to expand your ladies. You are the Heir, higher in stature to the Queen Consort who has an army of ladies both in Great Houses and Vassals." You nod jerkily. "It is a smart idea, my princess."

Rhaenyra smirks, enjoying far too much the inner turmoil of your little head. You don't notice it, as you had perfected serving her for such a time and she is sure onlookers would see only a lady conversing with her maid, but when you are upset and trying not to show it, you blink three times as if wrangling your thoughts in order. There is only a small dip in your serene mouth that always makes her want to press it. Move it around. Then maybe bite you.

But if she touched you now, she would not stop. She knows her hunger very well, and in preparation for the three-day celebrations as well as handling her duties between council meetings and audiences with the common folk— she had not drank in a while.

If she touches you now, there would be no care for titles or eyes.

When she shudders faintly at the image, your keen eye sees it immediately. You see the faint pallor, the inch of peakiness. She had been consuming more and more raw meat, but animals barely curb the thirst.

"Shall I prepare your feast, my princess?"

She blinks at you, surprised. "My feast? Surely this is enough."

You're unable to stop your sigh as you look away. "My princess, surely, you don't think such a feat should go unrewarded? Lords of Great Houses are swayed to your cause. Their vassals are following suit. Even if a Great Council is demanded once more in your reign, the tide will turn for your favour."

"You do not know that." Rhaenyra laughs lightly as you are already shaking your head. "We should not tempt fate."

"You had been doing your duty unto the realm as its heir and its delight. We are tempering any whisper of revolt. Your win is marked in stone," you insist. "A reward is only just."

You scoot closer, pinching your voice low. Rhaenyra holds her breath with a sharp intake of air, a coil, nothing but a whisper, of your scent finds her nostrils and her hunger tightens in her stomach that her fangs sharpen. She bites her bottom lip hard.

"My apologies," you whisper. "But I know your hearing turns mortal when you have not eaten in a while. You must eat. The bustle for the celebration has been a good excuse to hire more alongside what we needed."

Her eyes flash. "... Maidens?"

"At least four of them, my princess."

She gasps, inhaling quickly and your scent comes first, the sweet imprint of your blood hums her own, but her eyes widen at the thick stench of maidens right in her room. Your gift. For your beloved. You smile, despite the niggling, pinch of jealousy that has a thick hold on your neck and Rhaenyra can smell it.

"The revelries will continue on," you say with finality, bowing. "The Prince Jacaerys is doing well with the Northern delegates thus far, and the Young Prince Lucerys has charmed the pirate lords from the Free Cities, as well as the Dornish Prince and his... mistresses. We are well here. I will keep an eye on your heirs. Enjoy yourself, my princess."

The revelries go well into the Hour of Owl before you give nod to the last of the guards and servants tasked with ensuring the more raucous guests find their way to their beds, moving along the quiet flutter of candlelight and sharp, slanting shadows like a wraith. Or a ghost. No one pays you any mind, and they know better.

You sweep straight into the princess' apartments, locking the doors behind you. The iron stench of blood is already thick here, seeping through the corners and clinging to the tapestries. You're used to it, even if the first times had been shaky in your memories. But your actions are a routine, moving to the tub filled thick with blood, almost to the brim, moving a finger through it, beads of blood clinging to you when you raise your hand, falling in slops back to the tub.

You hum along your duties, the actions of a routine is familiar... if not surgically placed into your mind, though the uncomfortable reminder strikes your head in a low, dull thud. Worrisome thought is a blunt knife to the steel guard your princess has wrought in your head.

For your protection, my sweet, Rhaenyra had purred, feeling her nails scratch in the fragments of your malleable brain.

Candles are flickering by the time your princess strides into her room, the heavy door deadbolting with a heavy thud. The stench of blood and her scent— grapefruit and vanille, a touch of something more ancient, cloying and heavy — thickens as you bow, your fingers in unlacing and getting her off the bloodied dress. It’s relatively clean, and she throws you a smirk for it. She knows you hate having to share just as much as she, and knows even better you would never make much fuss, but your chest warms at her thoughtfulness regardless.

She sinks with ease, a low, satiated hum escapes her lips.

“I will assume this is another present?” she teases. “No maidens?”

“Not after the Lannisport incident, no.” You regard her weightily but she only laughs. Sunk in blood, her paleness almost makes her glow. A goddess if nothing else. But her cheeks are also fuller, vibrancy clinging to her gold spun hair and gaze. “These were just as much eager to serve the crown as the young women were eager to serve their princess.”

Rhaenyra’s laugh is spoilt as much as it is indulgent. “And I am assuming you never told them the length or width of their servitude?”

She really does feel much better if she is in such a teasing mood.

“No,” theres a petulant, almost offended notch in your tone that you dont hide as well, if youre ever truly trying to hide it. The day wanes and the moon waxes, and you have been obedient all day.

Rhaenyra bites her lip. You have been good. And deserving. She leans forward, pressing herself back. “Come.”

You still, holding onto her oils. “I still have to wash your hair, princess, it has been an arduous day."

“It has, and you have done so well in pleasing me that I require you here, with me.” Her voice pitches, irises molting to a startling black. Your spine straightens and your gaze glosses. She hums, delighted to see that the full force of her prowess is back. Though it isnt truly much. The strings from your mind and body is one that she has owned long before. “Take off your dress, sweet girl, thats it, faster— and here, right on top of me.”

You are awake and dreaming, its a state you know quite well, but you move where she wants you, your strings hers for the taking, and you are up to your navel in blood before your mind catches up with thought that you are bare, bare before your princess as she looks up, her hands, soft and cold and wet with blood, moulding against the divots of your soft flesh.

She pulls you down with ease, so careful with your skin. Her hunger though fulfilled, the remnants of the creature within her still breathes. Your heartbeat is a siren song and the urge to devour you, to sink her teeth right in that throbbing, fluttering pulse— four maidens down her belly and her hunger for you is still so strong.

Your mind is your own when you have settled righto n her thighs, bracketing her between your own. A shuddering gasp leaves your mouth as she draws her hands from thighs to your centre to your breast to your jaw, pulling you to meet her mouth in a soft exploration between tongue and teeth.

It is kissing for beasts, for creatures trying to find pleasure unknown to them but hungering for it; her tongue tangling with yours, licking at the roof your mouth, her teeth, sharpened, tugging and grating against your soft lips. It is gluttonous as it is guttural, and you feel debased. But you like it, you like the clouding of your mind from pleasure, chasing the hums from her throat and smiling from her little laughs.

It is no wonder that your body craves, hips moving in an insistent, errant sway against her thigh that she laughs once more, finish suckling a bruise on your arched neck.

"Sīr needy hae iā līve, So needy like a whore," she purrs against your skin. "Are you my," she grips your buttocks and pulls you to her, though you stumble, you are still relatively on your knees and your pearl that is craving for attention hits against her stomach and you gasp, "little whore?"

"Yes," you murmur, arms wounding against her neck as she adjusts you more comfortably on her lap, watching intensely at your pleasure as she sits you down and starts moving your hips in a rhythm. "Y-yes I am."

She snakes a hand between you to pinch at your clit. You jolt.

"Manners."

"Yes, my queen!" You sob, head falling on her shoulder as your hips go faster, the blood is spilling, the smell of iron is so strong it fills your lungs, but your first relief is near and Rhaenyra hates denying you pleasure.

Even her punishments have always been to over feed you your own pleasure, indulge in the staccato wails broken by whines as your last peak has barely finished before she is making you reach it again.

"There she is, my sweet girl."

She helps your thighs, moving you faster and faster as she drinks in your skewered brows and hanging mouth, taking a breast into her mouth and laving it with her tongue, groaning at the blood and suckling deep. You will be blooming with bruises come morn and she cannot wait to see the spring she has created on your skin. You are so delicate, so... human. Your fragility is a beauty she enjoys.

Like right now, when your pleasure catches up to you fast and she has made it a mission not to touch your cunt at all, maintaining your movement even as you whine deep in your chest, your forehead falling to her shoulder as you twitch and shudder. When you garble her name, falling your please, p-please, 'smuch, she stops, running her hands instead to your sides, cupping your breasts faintly before she's nudging against your nose until you give in with what she is silently asking: soft, tugging kisses.

"Deep breaths, sweet one," she whispers against your mouth when she pulls away, "I will take more of your pleasure. All the sweet maidens in these lands are nothing to the taste of you." For emphasis, her other hand is already between your thighs, brushing insistently against your pearl.

Teasing, always teasing. You shudder.

"Your pleasure is much your reward as it is mine. Now, once more. On my fingers." She bares her fangs, another light laugh that tugs at your core because it is full of promises. "Then against my cunt."

Because Rhaenyra gives as much as she takes.

And she wants everything you... 'willingly' give.

[reverie-wonder]

[ Wataru + Emu Platonic Req ]

WONDERHOYYYYY!!! When the two tism meet ( the circus is going to blow up!!! )