#no maidens 🤨

[lanadelreis]

LISA FRANKENSTEIN NATION I WAS LISTENING TO THE BOOK OF MORMON SOUNDTRACK AND I HAD AN AWFUL REALIZATION.

JOSEPH SMITH “FOUND” THOSE TABLETS IN UNDER THAT TREE IN 1823 AND WASNT MADE AN OFFICIAL RELIGION UNTIL 1830.

THE CREATURE DIED AS A YOUNG ADULT IN 1837

THIS MF IS OLDER THAN THE WHOLE ASS RELIGION OF MORMONISM

THESE MFS WERE ALIVE AT THE SAME TIME

NOT ONLY THAT JOSEPH SMITH LIVED A LONGER FUCKING LIFE HIM

god was absolutely not on my man’s side while he was alive like wow idk what’s worse: having your death be spent in a hell of semi-consciousness for 150 something years or having some random probably schizophrenic dude be more well remembered than you 😭

[teslathelame]

"VICTORIAN MAIDEN PLUS SIZE RELEASE"

>looks inside

>max bust 102 cm

[cowboy-robooty]

higurashi is good but they keep on fucking up their own characters. I KNOW THEIR CHARACTERS BETTER THAN THEY DO AS IN THEY CONSTANTLY HAVE INCONSISTENCIES IN THEIR BEHAVIOR LIKE WTF GUYS

[casreturns]

[theonottsbxtch]

Can we get oscar x teacher smau since school is starting over here in America?

Professor Piastri? | OP81

an: thank you so much for this request! i had so much fun with it. i had to remake this three times because tumblr kept deleting my progress 🫠. good luck with the start of school soon!

fc: pinterest

requests: open

messages between oscar and yn

oscarpiastri

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only 34 days left 🙃

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userone: I WANT MORE B&W PHTOOS 💳💥💳💥

usertwo: what is op81 doing in a library?

landonorris: summer break is in 15 days you muppet

oscarpiastri: i know, i can count

landonorris: right and i’m world champion

userthree: i need more photographer oscar content

logansargeant: i swear it was 28 days the other day?

oscarpiastri: no ☹️

userfour: what does logan know🤨

userfive: me 🤝 oscar, both having important things in 34 days

usersix: ooh what’s yours!!

userfive: school break!

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imessage between oscar and yn

ynprivate

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getting to see the hubby live at work 🥰

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yourbestfriend: HOW DOES IT FEEL FHAT OSCAR PIASTRI, YOUR HUSBAND, IS NOW A GRAND PRIX WINNER

ynprivate: SHUT UP SHUT SHUT UP I CANT EVEN CELEBRATE WITH HIM

oscarpiastri: you can celebrate with me in the hotel room

logansargeant: ew get a room

oscarpiastri: i’m trying to

yourcoworker: THIS is why you didn’t want to meet up for coffee and mark papers?!

ynprivate: 😅🤭

logansargeant: my favourite secret wag i swear

ynprivate: how many secret wags do you know?

logansargeant: 🤐

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BREAKING‼️

the shock. the disbelief. the dismay for some. oscar piastri married?! today the world is shocked to find out that one of the grid’s most charming drivers has been secretly married for years! that’s right, married. the news was bought to us after a screenshot was leaked on twitter from yn (his wife)‘s private instagram where she was seen posting him with the caption “getting to see the hubby live at work🥰”. the woman identified as yn ln, still goes by her maiden name was a girl he met while at boarding school.

yn ln is currently a teacher in england, and the couple has managed to keep their relationship entirely under the radar. sources close to the couple reveal that they chose to keep their marriage private due to her career in education, wanting to protect her from the intense public scrutiny that comes with being associated with an f1 star (hence the reason she has kept her maiden name)

the screenshot, which shows a sweet picture of oscar looking into her camera, has sent the f1 fandom into spirals!

despite the sudden exposure, oscar and his wife have yet to comment on the leak. the secrecy surrounding around their relationship only adds to the intrigue, leaving fans and media outlets waiting with bated breath.

who is oscar piastri and what more is he hiding?

*photos credit to yn’s instagram*

oscarpiastri

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cats out the bag now, mrs piastri everyone. only 11 more days until her summer break!

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userone: that’s what the countdown was about 🥹

usertwo: oh hell nawh they both hot

userthree: how long have they been together what?!

logansargeant: married for two years but together for much longer, i’ve known since 2019☺️

landonorris: oscar we are NOT friends

oscarpiastri: i am sorry, i had to respect the mrs’ wishes

landonorris: LOGAN HAS KNOWN FOR SIX YEARS THAT YOU HAD A PARTNER

landonorris: i was low-key starting to think you were gay mate

ynprivate: i’m so sorry!! i just didn’t want work and private life to get mixed up

landonorris: i guess i can somewhat forgive him

ynprivate: yay! maybe we can meet for coffee to get to know you better, osc talks so much about you :)

landonorris: he talks about me 🥹

userfour: i think they broke the internet for good this time

userfive: helpppp lando in the comments 😭😭

usersix: imagine your teacher being oscar piastri’s WIFE

userseven: i hope nicole didn’t find out through instagram

nicolepiastri: no, but i did find out he got engaged three weeks after it happened!

alex_albon: @/landonorris take this L and hold it you dweeb

landonorris: 🖕🖕

[jamietwat]

Roy and Jamie getting engaged and Roy assuming that they’ll both just keep their last names because of course they will, they’re very well established as Roy Kent and Jamie Tartt and they already have the Roy Kent chant and the Jamie Tartt baby shark remix so why the fuck would they fuck with that? Plus, he’s sure as hell not changing his name and he’s sure Jamie’s far too full of himself to even consider changing his own and that if anything, he’s going to try to talk Roy into changing his just to annoy him

But then Jamie starts talking about how they shouldn’t say anything publicly about it because people are dumb enough to not have caught on to them being a thing yet (but the people in their lives all know and still would know about the engagement too) and think how funny it’ll be if they don’t say anything and then the first game after the wedding, he just shows up in his new kit with his same number and Kent across the back and let the general public figure it out

And Roy’s like you’re planning on changing your name 🤨 because he still doesn’t really believe Jamie’s even considering it and he just assumes it’s all talk until Jamie’s like yeah, duh, am I not supposed to??? And Roy hadn’t considered it all before that moment but now Jamie’s talking about playing with Roy’s name on his back and Roy kind of thinks it’s stupid career wise for Jamie to change his name but he’s also suddenly very aware that he likes that idea so he’s like no, I just didn’t think you’d want to… or that you’d make a decision like that just so you could have a laugh and make a whole scene of it (even though, to be perfectly honest, that second part doesn’t feel that surprising at all when he thinks about it for a second)

And Jamie’s like I’d rather have your name on my back than my dad’s because Georgie either took Simon’s last name or went back to her maiden name and Jamie already has more than enough names in common with his dad and would LOVE to not be playing with his dad’s name on his back to be a constant connection and to make it easier for his dad to take credit for his success and use Jamie’s achievements for his own benefit

Roy has an internal oh moment at that and it feels like it’s going to be a serious talk kind of moment until Jamie grins and leans into Roy’s personal space and nudges him as he adds that and you know that I can’t pass up an opportunity to start a little drama and get all the attention on me and then Roy’s laughing and the serious moment is over, but that’s more than decided it for Roy

So of course they go with the hard launch by having Jamie play in his new kit as soon as they’re married because it’s funny and it both works out fantastically for Roy being uncomfortable with the public all up in his personal life for the lead up to the wedding and with Jamie loving the attention on him and attracting more to him than Roy with the dramatic reveal

[superiorsturgeon]

Jaune: *dangling from a branch 1/3 of the way down a sheer cliff* Ugh…I always knew I would come to a bad end…so much for being a hero…

Jaune: I should just let go and fall to my death…

Cinder: *clinging to one side of Jaune’s body* Suicide is the coward’s way out! So do it! 😈

Pyrrha: *clinging to Jaune’s other side* No! Don’t do it, Jaune! Your crappy life is worth living!

Pyrrha: …and so is mine, if it’s with you…? 🥺

Cinder: *rolling her eyes* UGH!! Enough with the emotions already!

Cinder: Do it!!

Jaune: Uh, guys? I don’t mean to interrupt but…

Pyrrha: 😕 ?

Cinder: 🤨 ?

Jaune: …the branch broke off when you were talking.

Cinder/Jaune/Pyrrha: *plummet down the cliff side* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH…!!!!

One crash later…

Pyrrha: *crawling out of the bush where she landed* …wait, Cinder, can’t you fly with your maiden powers?

Jaune: *lying in an impact crater* So you weren’t ever in any danger? Why were you screaming too?

Cinder: *dangling by one foot upside-down from a tree branch* I never said I wasn’t a drama queen!

[aleiiii]

How did Ná met the mystic monkeys? Separately.

yippeee these asks are fun, gets the good ole brain workin

ALSO IM NOT GREAT AT WRITING SO I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE LMAO

any suggestions would be great too harhar

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For Wukong, Nà met him with the help(?) of the lil monkey babies that live in the small monkey village just before the monkey kings (shame) temple. She enjoys hiking, so she takes her drawing materials and equipment with her in hopes of capturing all the beautiful sights she comes across - also to just wanting to visit this temple for the monkey king. While she’s there one day, one of these monkeys take it upon themselves to take a lil souvenir back to their king. Nà was determined to get her sketchbook back (any artist who’s deeply attached to their sketchbook raise your hand 🙋🏻‍♀️) , so in a wild goose chase she ends up at the front doors of his temple. I like to think she knocks on these doors in hopes of seeing a temple maiden, perhaps they could help her, instead she gets monkey king, in the flesh, thinking he’s getting his order of noodles from MK. Absolutely floored, she doesn’t know what to say, probably just pointing in the general direction behind him to the monkey that jacked her sketchbook. Wukong gladly gets the sketchbook back to her, getting a few glances of the subject matter inside… he’s intrigued. I would think after that, Nà would continue coming back to the monkey village, and the little chimps ending up taking her things to get her to come back to the temple. I wonder who told them to do that…

For Macaque, I’m still in the works on how these two might meet up. I kinda have the idea that they run into each other somewhere in the theatre when Mac is having his theatre kid moment there, and Nà taking a few jobs there in helping with set designs (multi faceted artist me thinks). They might exchange a few words, Nà complementing this mysterious storyteller on his props (and show). I feel like they won’t truly meet each other until the season 3 finale. Maybe Nà catching glimpses of a strange shadow at the corner of her eye at times at times when she’s hiking after that encounter at the theatre. Strange but doesn’t think too much into it ( the city does have a few demons lurking around but yknow best to just mind your business) Perhaps, while Wukong is under the lady bone demons possession, she’s been taken in by MK and the gang (when they’re with Pigsy,Tang and etc.) A strange first meeting, him all tied up and what not. A meeting nonetheless. Queue Mac’s onslaught of teasing. She might connect the dots later that Macaque was that mysterious guy in the theatre she saw a while ago.

Also lil interaction with all three of them at the end of season 3, Mac starting his persistent annoying behavior to Wukong. Who else was gunna watch her while Wukong was on vacation 🤨

[brucewaynehater101]

Turns out Janet was actually a swan maiden, Jack stole her cloak of feathers. Instead of being an obedient, biddable wife, as he expected, Janet channeled the swan. She was unruly, aggressive, and utterly two faced since to everyone else she looked like the epitome of grace and serenity.

She was also very monogamous and even more angry at being caught by Jack because she was already pregnant when he took her feathers! Tim's bio parent was some random wizard who turned out not to be worth Janet's loyalty, especially since the idiot assumed that Tim was Jack's child despite the timelines not actually working. Jack was also stupid enough to assume Tim is his son.

Tim finds his mother's cloak after he gets back from the Brucequest. It doesn't have the same power to bind him the way it bound his mother, but they were her feathers, she is his son, her blood, and he can wear them.

Tim mostly takes to napping in the pool at the manor or some other body of water there since none of the Bats, or Damian's pets, will bother him while he's a swan making it a safe place to sleep. He does not tell the Bats that he's the swan. YJ knows and they put a pond into their base where Tim can hang out.

Yo? Is this based off of that one myth/legend/story where magician turned swans into women to try to marry them? I don't remember much about that story, but hella sus for the magicians. They can't manage to find someone they are compatible that they try to turn animals into humans hoping the animal will be so grateful they fall in love with the magician 🤨

I don't know about y'all, but if someone, without my consent, transformed me into another being hoping I'd marry them, I would commit a murder. This is all I've known. I don't want to be anything else.

Anyways, I'm not too sure about the cloak of feathers part. Is that similar to the selkie? Selkie have a "coat" that allow them to turn into their seal counterparts. In the legends, humans who obtain the coat thus trap selkie on land and can force the selkie to do what they want (like pieces of shit). This usually leads to nonconsensual marriage. I'm not an expert, so feel free to look more into this myth. I like AUs that chat about it.

Anyways, good on Janet. I hope she made Jack's life hell for that stunt. What a piece of shit. Also, since the magician doesn't have her feathers, I hope Janet killed him. May the gods never rest his soul.

I'm curious if Tim, since he's the son of the magician, has any magic powers.

How much did he know about his mom and her situation before her death?

Has Tim ever turned into a swan before finding the feathers, or did he just suddenly become a swan and have to deal with it? How much part swan is he? Does he have any physical traits when he's human? Behavioral tendencies? Can he eat bread?

This is a cool AU I'd love to explore more of ^^

[kiyosw]

loss of innocence , size kink and cervix fucking with sweet n innocent shrine maiden miko 😇

(no explanation needed feel free to go as wild as you can)

-i think u know who i am AAHHAHAHA

SCREAMING MY LUNGS OUT FOR YOU.

WARNING/S: NSFW, GN READER, READER IMPLIED TO HAVE MALES GENITALIA, MARKING, CERVIX SEX, OVERSTIMULATION, SIZE DIFFERENCE, PET NAMES (MASTER), CREAMPIE.

NOTE: ADDED SOME EXTRAS TO THE HEADCANONS BUT OH GOD. I screamed after reading this req. AHH THIS IS PERFECT. YOU'RE SUCH A GENIUS. (IS THIS ALSO WHO I THINK WHO IT IS.. 🤭🤨) I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY WHILE MAKING THIS.. but oh well.. 🤭

REQUESTS STILL OPEN.

When you two first did it, dear archons she swear she saw stars just by the tip entering her.

With how you are towering over her, your shadow just engulfing her whole body and how you're already splitting her cunt in half with just the head is enough to make her close to the edge.

She was confused, too innocent on how not even half of your cock is entering her and she's already whimpering at the feeling, her slick just multiplying every inch of your cock that's being inserted in her soaking cunt. <3

She still needed some time to get used at your throbbing shaft. How can she not, when you're already panting and leaving marks on her pretty neck?

When she's already accustomed to your ubdoubtedly huge shaft, she was already a moaning mess.

Even though she tried to hide her moans from you, she can't understand it as her body keeps on failing her to do so. It just feels so damn good, especially when it's you that's making her feel this good.

Her sweet moans against your ear continuing to make your cock throb more, adding fuel to your thrusts until your tip poke at something that made the sweet little miko whine and cum in an instant. <3

Seeing at the reaction, you continued to thrust even after she's still recovering from her recent climax.

"Hmngh, w-wait— I-I just came— R-right th-there..! T-too sensi..–tive..!"

Ears twitching and tail thrashing on the white silk sheets, as it feels too pleasurable and sensitive for the little fox. <3

Still thrusting inside her warm caverns, you soon realized what your tip poked. Her cervix.

Being more determined than ever, you continued thrusting until you saw it on her lower abdomen, your cock so deep inside her that you entered her womb.

The innocent little fox still squirming and fucked up, still on a trance on how you made her feel so good.

Smirking ever so slightly and turned even more if possible as you saw the bump disappearing everytime you went out, pressing on it while staying deep inside miko.

Even though she just climaxed, the innocent fox still managed to cum on your cock too fucked up after seeing the little bulge on her pretty abdomen, breathless and only thinking about the cock that's pounding hard into her womb and cervix.

Cumming deep inside her, every ropes of your cum being emptied out on her needy cunt as she shamelessly chases your lips to muffle her moans, still being embarassed at all the noises she makes.

"Hah.. fuck, Taking all of my cum inside you so obediently, such a good girl for her master."

After this, she knew she won't get enough of you fucking your cock so deep into her needy cunt. <3

[bucknastysbabe]

Docile - King Aegon II x Lady Stokeworth Reader

my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the king priest loves me so so much - @/rollercoasterwords

Rating: Explicit (read tws)

Tags: Dark!Aegon II, post blood and cheese, lady-in-waiting reader, past relationships, exhibitionism, dirty talk, TW: Aeggy Ain’t Nice, manipulation, emotional abuse, unreliable narrator, degredation, dub-con, it’s dreary at the keep, Aegon is very unstable, rough sex, pnv!sex, erotic choking, lights out orgasms, spitting, a wee bit sloppy, dacryphilia

A/N: Hey look I wrote a filthy nasty depressing Aegon fic. It felt great. Cheers🤨

Taglist: @aemonddtargaryen @lovelykhaleesiii @aemonds-holy-milk @sugarpopss @fairysluna

The cold throne sat with Aegon atop, broody expression upon his drawn features. The entire room felt lifeless and chilly. Not that it had been a warm place in what felt like years. Goldcloaks and the Kingsguard seemed to loom around every corner.

Heads were being stuck on pikes, Lord Otto brought 100 cats to the keep, and Helaena’s anguished wailing echoed through Maegor’s Holdfast. It was a dismal place. You and the other ladies-in-waiting of the mourning queen were rendered moot as of now. Aimless.

Aegon always held power over you. Since a fresh maiden coming from Stokeworth— the loyal lambs to the Targaryens since the conquest. That’s what he called you, little lamb, while chasing your skirts with that silly laugh of his. He took your maidenhead soon after, Helaena not paying any mind, oft lost in her thoughts or tending to the children.

You still felt guilt slipping about in the early days of the affair. Soon the prince grew tired of the passionate affair, finding the attention of whores easier. He had broken your soft heart at that grand feast celebrating kinslaying. He slurred, lips stained with strongwine and violet eyes glossy, “Lamb, I find this to be stifling. It’s probably best if you return to your duties.”

He had found another maiden to cavort around and deflower before everything when to shit. Funny enough, you thought it was bad then. Aegon seemed to have all life drained out of his wily nature after the horrid incident of his son. He was somber, drunk, raging. Wouldn’t see Helaena and seemed to prefer drink over the company of others. Too dangerous out on the street.

A guard nudged you out of the spiraling thoughts, bringing your gaze up to darkened eyes regarding you at the edge of the grand throne room. Aegon called from afar, voice booming in the barren room, “I said come here little lamb.” Bowing your head in obeisance, two guards flanking, the sound of your heels clicking against the marvel began to match the beat of your heart.

Now at the steps of the imposing mass of a throne you kneeled. Somehow felt in your bones it was the correct move. Aegon’s moods were sour and a tempest of late. He murmured, “Good little lamb. You Stokeworth’s were bred well. Come here.”

Gaze flicking up to his own— your mouth fell open. He wanted you to climb that monstrosity? Your heart beat faster, sweat collecting on your palms. The king sniffed, “Not very smart though, yes, get up here. To me, lamb.” He swigged his goblet and full lips curled just the slightest.

Taking shaky steps up the throne you felt as if you might cry, everything feeling wrong, the fear of being cut arising. Eventually a ringed hand reached out, Aegon’s fuller face cocking to get a look. Taking his hand, the blonde jerked you forward into his lap. You screeched in terror, eyes bugging at all the sharp blades.

Aegon’s laugh was a deep rumble, thick hands securing around your soft waist, squeezing and feeling. He hummed softly, “Just as I remembered. Meek little thing, pretty little thing, I’m not letting you get impaled lamb.”

Your eyes stared into his violet ones, tired and dull from well, everything. He looked away first, grumbling, “Turn around, I look a fright, only you ever got that. Sweet lamb. How foolish I am.” Aegon swiftly maneuvered you to sit astride his lap, back pressed against his softer chest and belly. He’d put some on with all the drink and stress eating.

He tucked his chin onto your shoulder, then moved to kiss and murmur, “I won’t let you go again. Lock you up if need be. Mine,” he bit a mark into your sensitive skin, “My lamb now. You’ll stay in my chambers. Poor sweet sister needs more maesters than ladies in waiting.”

A hand roughly grabbed your jaw, jerking your gaze to his. Aegon looked ravenous, eyes darting to and fro, licking his lips. He growled, “Open.” Your jaw lowered obediently, horrid shame crawling up your spine, heating your cheeks and cunt. He spat onto your tongue, still tinged reddish with wine. Your king smiled pleasantly when you swallowed, overwhelmed tears beginning to rise.

“Good little lamb, I taught you well did I not?”

“Y-you did my liege.”

Aegon’s hands moved upward to free your breasts, casually and uncaring, not like the room was filled with guards. Men who had seen you as a little girl. He groped and pinched at the soft flesh, giggling meanly, “These have gotten riper, gorgeous, how the guards wish they could have a piece.” You warred on whether to protest. But it felt so good to be coveted again.

Still. Everyone shall know by supper. Aegon wouldn’t let up, this you knew. He tweaked one of your nipples and the thoughts flew out of your head as you squirmed and mewled under his fingers. He laughed again, dragging his swollen cock into the soft velveteen of your dress. It was the same laugh he always had.

Just a little too high and sharp.

For some reason it dug in like the blades around you now.

His voice was a bit more ragged now, palms squeezing your tits on the side of too hard, moist lips frantically moving. You whimpered in pain, hand coming to his wrist to try to ease Aegon away. Aegon rasped, “I need you, ease my burden, take my pain will you lamb? Will you?” His blunt nails dug into your breast.

“Yes my king! Yes! Anything!,” you cried to make him stop.

Aegon sighed, fingers scrabbling at your dress, huffing, “Up, get it up, need you lamb, quit playing the shy maiden.” You blushed and helped him hoist up the fine fabric, tears welling up again as your cunt laid bare to the entire room. He swiped two fingers through your slit, collecting the gathered wetness, grinning wide.

“All that crying and you’re wet. Did you spread your pretty legs for another lordling when I stopped? Something to stop the ache I gave you hm?”

He luridly suckled your essence off those ringed fingers, moaning deep in his chest. Aegon pushed you forward, freeing his swollen cock from its confines, slapping the wet tip against your ass. He growled, “Hold your damn dress up,” he aligned himself with your soaked entrance, “I asked you a fucking question, dumb little lamb.”

Shaking your head once again, you sobbed out, “No— no! It’s only ever been you Aegon!” You shrieked in the sudden and rude entrance of his cock, stuffing your unused cunt in the worst kind of pleasure. The blonde stiffened and his hands shook at your hips, breath at a staccato pace. His voice, softer, murmured, “I- I can tell lamb, but you only address me ahh-as your king.”

He pressed a sweet kiss to your flaming cheek when you simpered, “Yes my King.”

Your cunt ached and pulled at Aegon’s cock, body alight with pleasure after so long. Closing your eyes, spilling more tears onto your heaving breasts, you begged for more. He snorted, “Get to it then lamb, show me how you used to ride.” He maneuvered your legs up jerkily, stiff prick throbbing deep inside.

Grabbing onto Aegon’s fine breeches, eyes darting fearfully to the blades so very close to your thighs, you picked up your hips in a slow drag. The king moaned in delight, gasping when you sank back down onto him with a filthy wet noise. It would only get worse.

Again and again you bobbed up and down his thick length, mewling and trying to hold down your sobs. Some of the goldcloaks watched with poorly concealed desire, the Kingsguard even taking peaks. Oh Seven above, you thought, you had become no better than those brothel whores.

Aegon finally began to fuck back, driving deep when your ass came down to meet his hips, drawing utterly shameless cries from your throat. He grabbed your throat and jerked you back, eliciting coughing and a choked sob. He licked up a trail of hot tears, groaning your true name deeply, squeezing at your tender neck. Brutally he forced himself harder and harder, a wicked burning sensation licking up your belly, your swollen pearl throbbing frantically.

You sobbed and squirmed, assaulted by all the emotions and sensations, the lack of blood flow to your head exacerbating the situation. Whimpering thinly, you pled, “Aegon, oh please- my king, I! B-be gentler!” He stilled his hips and stopped, throwing everything off center again.

The man’s lips pouted as he drawled, “You agreed to take my pain away from me lamb.” All you could do was stare with wide eyes, the picture of a scared little sacrificial sheep. Ready to have her blood smeared and sprayed all over. Aegon’s brow furrowed as he continued, “Remember when I took your maidenhead? How lovely you sang, you said you loved me.”

Eerie silence laid stagnant.

“You love me do you not lamb?,” his haunted eyes seemed to the ceremonial dagger, slicing you open for the gods and all to see.

“I love you, I always have.”

“Then hush and take my cock, I’ll spoil you later.” Back to fucking and choking he went, harder now, panting harshly through bared teeth. The noises of your coupling rose and rose to a fever pitch. His deep moans were pitching, rambling nonsense into the sweaty nape of your neck.

You were bent forward to his mercy, crying out on every deep thrust of his leaking prick. Aegon closed in on your neck, tilting you so to desperately mash his puffy lips against yours. He dominated the kiss as you fought for breath, writhing and convulsing. The fire was back in your belly, spreading upward and outward. Your former lighthearted prince ushered, “C’mon my lamb, my pretty little hole, wet your king’s cock.”

He let go of your throat to pinch at your swollen bud, the influx of air and stimulation making you see white. Hot hot white. There was the register of your howl and violent spasms, pleasure overtaking everything. You could distantly hear Aegon’s grunts and feel the inevitable load splattering the back of your once pristine dress. Imagination or not you could swear the blonde whisper, “I love you too.”

It seemed as you floated for a hours, minutes, seconds. Eventually blinking enough to see the open-mouthed guards and desolate throne room. You laid back against again, panting whilst the King seemed to be smugly preening. He spoke slowly, as if you were a dolt, “Do you need me to lace you up? Seemed I fucked any rhyme or reason out of you.”

“Please,” you sulked. Guilt and shame and remorse and love sickening filthy syrupy love crashing down. Aegon laced your tits back up and called to one of the Kingsguard, “Take the lovely lamb back to her quarters, you can open court now Lord Commander.” Criston’s dark eyes regarded you with revulsion at the doors of the throne room, the other knight escorting you on coltish legs.

You kept your head and eyes down being led away, the murmuring and gasps of the obviously defiled Lady Stokeworth circling around. While the queen mourned, her own trusted lady-in-waiting was off sating her husbands ravenous appetite. Bile rose up to your throat. You sat in Aegon’s darkened quarters, snapping at a maid to draw a bath.

Atleast you could hide from your shame in here. He seemed to care for you still after all. Even if he sought to make you just as defiled and twisted as he. You stared out the window facing the Blackwater, contemplating your fate. Long live King Aegon, second of his name.

[coffee-bard]

So no maidens???🤨🩸🥀

[twistedtalking]

Welcome to Twisted Talking (2.0)! Your one-way ticket to NRC. (Asks/interactions open)

Twisted Talking is a roleplay blog with a twist (pun unintended).

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Mayo (which is me btw), will not be role-playing just one character, but the whole cast! (Rollo too, I guess... Staff definitely tho!)

There are different levels of role-playing! Canon-compliant, Romantic, and Yandere. These would be symbolised by symbols?

🤨- Canon Compliant :)

😏- Romantic <33

🫣- yandere ;)

3. You can also send letters! But beware, I might take longer since uh-oh I am tempted to print it on paper.

4. I do take NSFW asks, but only in Canon, so it would be just their horrified reactions.

5. Minors welcome here. I've seen lots of yandere fic blogs that say minor dni, and as a teenager who hasn't yet reached her debut, I feel super sad about it. So yeah, minors welcome!

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You now know everything you need to know to ask/roleplay. Now, personal stuff! About me, the one running this thing!

My alias is Mayo! I am a binibini (maiden) from the Philippines! I am currently a not-yet 18 year old. I am quite excited about my debut ngl.

Other than Twst, I am very fond of manga! I've read tbhk and wotakoi! I'm also excited for "The flower that blooms with dignity" anime adaptation! I also love musicals, like Six and Hamilton. Very excited for Epic the Musical's release too! (I also code)

Outside of tumblr, I am a high-school student (middle school, by Japan's standards), who wants to spread the word of God! That's why I add bible verses on each of my posts! My dream is to one day be a Voice Actor in America, while also doing accountant work. I also one day want to live in Japan!

My main account on tumblr is called @/everydaytwstsimp. Its mainly for reblogs though.

[donnas-dollface]

Since requests are open, would it be alright if I request something with Alcina with a girlfriend who was basically raised to embody the 1950's ideal woman? Always insisting she do all the housework, always trying to appear elegant and poised and dainty, always supporting their lover no matter what, and always going all out with their appearance: makeup, hairstyle, dresses, high heels, just to please Alcina? Only they actually enjoy doing all this?

If this is too uncomfortable for you I won't be upset if you don't do it, I was just curious.

characters; Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem! Reader

a/n; mm, to be a vampire's wife and dress pretty yes. my apologies for the wait, im a bit picky about how i write things and wanted this to be just right 😭🙏

warnings; natta

Okay, Alcina is indeed a woman of class. So while you do fit in with her appearance and everything, she feels guilty thinking you're just doing this for her sake of keeping a good image.

"Oh Y/N darling, you don't need to do all of this to please me."

"What? Oh no, Alcina, I enjoy doing this."

Oh my. You like doing this? She's absolutely thrilled. And very much relieved. Oh my god, she thought that maybe you thought she had certain expectations and SHE FELT SO BAD.

Alcina absolutely loves you but y'know she kinda insists you don't do much house work. "We've got our lovely little maids for that Draga." You just look at her and shrug. "Keeps my hands busy while you're working hon." Oh well. Happy wife, happy life.

She does like it when you give the cooks a day off and make dinner yourself. It's something about you making it, it tastes different. Even the girls do. Sometimes they bug their mother while she's working asking if you're the one cooking.

"Mother? Motherrr??"

"Yes Dani."

"Is Y/N cooking dinner tonight?"

"Let's see… they agreed to give the chef Fridays and weekends off… Mm, I'm afraid not my dear."

"Let's just fire them."

"Your darling mother wouldn't agree with that."

she likes watching you though, it's odd. Hardly was there domestic moments in Castle Dimitrescu before you showed up.

Another thing. Alcina and the girls absolutely do NOT trust anybody, even the maidens with cleaning their rooms and spaces. But you? Alcina doesn't mind, and she adores it. You've clearly paid enough attention to her to know where every little thing goes. Her lipstick? Neatly placed on top of a washcloth in her bathroom drawer. Messy documents? Neatly stacked at her now cleaned desk. You even refilled her ink jar.

She's swooning oh my. She's literally holding herself back from buying a wedding ring and proposing on the spot. Visualize that TikTok with the guy pounding his credit card against the desk. That's her.

On the other hand, the girls don't really mind it, but when they know their rooms are due for a cleaning they quickly throw their messy teacups at the dishwasher and are hiding whatever needs to be hidden.

And your little outfits? She finds them so adorable and honestly it's comforting. she was born a little after the 1950s, so seeing a familiar thing is comforting.

REALLY REALLY ENJOYS HELPING YOU WITH YOUR MAKE-UP AND EYESHADOW. She'll hold your face and be carefully applying it and you're there watching her eyes and her little tongue sticking out as she's just totally concentrated.

Sometimes you're just totally in awe by her and get startled by her releasing her gentle hold on you and going "Finished!" Please this woman melts the minute you look in the mirror and smile so big. she was hesitant about doing it when you asked first, but her confidence blooms when you point at hers and go "Can you do it like yours please?"

She enjoys you telling her about different eyeshadow palettes you got and different lipstick shades. Definitely agrees with allowing you to practice different techniques on her, and will proudly flaunt them. Sometimes she's in a meeting and Heisenberg is looking at her like 🤨

"Something's different."

"Mind your business child."

Donna notices her adoptive sister's wearing a different shade of eyeshadow and this causes Angie to ask.

"Hey Beanstalk, what's up with your look?"

"It's Alcina, and my lovely little Y/N did my makeup today."

Angie deadpans.

Okay clothes wise, Alcina probably has alot of vintage dresses and wardrobe stored away. Not exactly 1950s but hey. After her implant with the Cadou, she did grow remarkably taller, and she couldn't fit them anymore. It made her quite upset, so she stored them away. But now you're here!

She pulls them out and has you do a whole fucking fashion show. She's so happy you're marveling at them, and honestly so thrilled they have a new purpose. And she lovessss it when you wear them while accompanying her occasionally to a meeting.

Hair wise, Alcina just adores whatever style you go with. She tries helping you with the curling but she burned herself one time and started cursing like a sailor. You wanna cut your hair? She's a bit sad to see your long hair go but will happily snip it. or accompany you to a professional your choice.

Babes will one hundred percent hold your high heels when your feet get sore from them. She'll carry you too, cause she'll be damned if you hurt yourself.

Enjoys the smell of your perfumes. sometimes when you're away for awhile, sayyy helping in the village because somebody broke something and can't run their shop, she'll spray a bit on herself and is just like >:( "They better be home soon".

The sight of you two together? has her smiling so much. She hired a painter to do a portrait of you two and the girls. Has it smack in the middle of the living area.

hehe i hope you enjoyed thank you for requesting :)

~kaylee

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

why do you call miko 'yae'? it's her surname and with your posts i saw you didn't call ei just 'raiden' or ayaka 'kamisato' or jean 'gunnhildr" or hu tao 'hu' ?

what's the difference??? bc for me all of this above looks just as weird as calling miko 'yae' 🤨

and yeah i know shrine maidens call her miss yae but that's bc she's their boss and they respect her too much to even call her by her name

when ei who's close with yae miko sees her she doesn't say oh yae she says miko..

so if we in your works are s/o for her please let us call her miko bc thats her name

if you dont want to call her by her full name all the time just use her first name like you're doing with other characters bc it hurts my eyes pls

Honestly I just kinda forgot that was her surname for a while, and decided "Eh screw it I've been doing it for way too long, might as well keep going with it."

Muscle memory more than anything.

[ialmostdroppedmy-croissant]

No maidens 🤨