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muffinsin · 4 months

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Hey, I like to think castle Dimitrescu has a nice sizable garden. I like to think the family employs maids to upkeep the gardens alongside the vineyards; planting and designing elaborate flower beds, Roman statues, trellises, arbor gate, a beautiful hedge maze mixed with climbing roses, secluded seating in dead ends and an elegant fountain hidden in the middle. I also like to think that once spring has sprung, Daniela reads in the gardens rather than the library.

I also also like to think that one late summer night, a curious outsider scales the garden walls for the sole purpose of picking a rose. What they find instead is Dani, sitting by the fountain reading out loud Romeo and Juliet. Enchanted by the youngest Dimitrescu’s beauty, the outsider (fem g!p) admires from afar. Dani is reading Act 2 scene 2 where Romeo scales the capulet garden wall to see Juliet again (aka the balcony scene). She reads out a Juliet line, “How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.” Before she can continue, the outsider reads out the Romeo line, “With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.” Of course, this startles Dani at first, but soon she relaxes and finds herself taken by this dashing outsider. She gets the idea to test this outsider and see how long they can recite the story until things become…..too heated.

Lol I’m sure you can see a pattern with me. I love romance, especially the classics. Also, happy new year day!🎉

I absolutely agree about the garden!🪴 also such an interesting concept!👀 I’ll admit I’ve never read Romeo and Juliet lol so this might be a tad bit messier than I’d like it to be- won’t lie tho I had a lot of fun with it😬 Happy new year! 🎊 (little late as I took my time with this request, but still! Happy 2024 y’all!🎊)

Let’s get into it!

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

You barely manage to hold onto the stone wall as you climb alongside the small ledge. It’s cold, and slippery, and if it wasn’t for the vines covering it, you doubt you would be able to find your grip again at all.

Below you lies sure death by now, rocks and hills, thorns and boulders. You don’t spare it a glance now- never has looking down worked for anybody. You’ll just be able to return the way you came, all the way at the end of the ledge and into the tree that stands tall and proud.

A rose, is your goal.

You’re not sure why you’ve accepted this bet in the first place- to pluck a rose from the gardens of the Dimitrescu family. It’s by no means an easy task, much less one that promises safe return.

Maybe it’s your curiosity that led you to accept.

After all, the Dimitrescus are somewhat of a myth, merely a very real one.

You’ve never personally laid eyes on any of them, but heard the stories.

Stories of women, virgins, dragged off and made into wine. Others enslaved to work at the castle, at which a gruesome fate awaits them should they not perform well.

Other stories speak of a woman, a countess, taller than any man or woman one has ever seen. And three commanders, daughters.

It is said they are a family of royal standard, yet blood-thirsty huntresses willing to kill and slaughter innocent people.

You know of their distaste of men- everybody does.

And yet you have never seen them, not one of them. Are they truly as bad as they are made out to be? Are they filthy hags with bloodied limbs and large, unforgiving eyes?

It says it is curiosity that kills the cat, and yet you’re feeling exceptionally curious.

Perhaps, your questions will be answered at last.

You steady your grip as you near what must be the gardens of the castle. The summer air is warm, and even from the opposite side of the wall do you smell the scent of many blooming flowers.

You freeze momentarily at a voice. Have you been discovered?

No, the voice is faint, and dreamy. Soft, and beautiful. You feel as though pulled in.

Faster and more eager than you should, you scale the ledge faster, eager to see who this beautiful voice belongs to.

“What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel”, the dreamy voice goes on.

You frown- you know this quotation.

For a moment you feel a small blush creep to your face- how fitting the line is, in a way. Only is it you who suddenly has their mind invaded by the calm, soft voice from the other side of the wall.

It’s soft and warm, gentle and yet- hopeful. Phrases roll off the sweet maiden’s tongue like honeyed words, from what must be honeyed lips.

You wonder- is this one of the women kidnapped by the almighty Dimitrescu family? A beauty trapped in the castle? You would free her, and yet beg her to sing her sweet phrases more and more.

You keep moving, you can see a bunch of thicker vines near you, perfect to climb the thick stone wall and make your way into what can only be the Garden of Eden.

“By a name. I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word.”, the dainty creature reads aloud.

You grunt quietly as you at last climb the thick vines. As though enchanted by a siren’s spell, your eyes immediately find the woman the beautiful voice belongs to, and are at once unable to gaze away from her for even a moment.

Auburn hair falls down her back and shoulders, glistening in the beautiful light of the moon. It has her skin appear almost white-grayed, the pale color a contrast to her dark clothing.

She is ethereal, you realize. You can’t make out the details of her face from a distance, the urge to move closer to her taking over your mind.

The beauty sits perched on a small, regal looking bench, surrounded by flowers.

You watch her pick one, a white, large one, and bring it to her face. Even from the distance you see her eyes closing in content.

She’s completely in her own little world, it seems. It’s a beautiful sight to see. Never have you gazed upon such beauty and purity.

Then, she giggles, and it’s as though your heart skips several beats.

The flower you are supposed to pick- there are plenty right within your arms reach, yet you can’t be bothered. Your eyes have set on a by far more perfect prize.

The beautiful woman smells the flower once more before picking up the book resting in her lap again.

“My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words. Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?”, she reads aloud in an angel’s voice, though she is giddy now. She seems to be reading to the flower she has picked, as though it was her beloved Romeo.

You’re blushing, the next line well on your mind. Again, it applies to you.

“Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.”, you whisper to yourself. What are you- a burglar, technically? A villager?- neither, if she shall not like even one. You wish to be whatever she wants you to be, for her.

Soon enough the dainty creature repeats, gently, the words from the verse.

“Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.”, she hums. You fully climb over the wall, hidden by the shadows as you step into the garden.

This woman, you notice in the back of your mind, doesn’t seem like a captive. Like a helpless maiden. She seems powerful, yet delicate.

Upon getting a closer look, you notice her golden eyes nearly glowing in the darkness of the night. They’re beautiful, unique and breathtaking.

You yearn to touch the beauty, to feel her words of love and affection addressed to you.

“How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, and the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here.”, she reads aloud, and her voice is so soft, so enchanting and alluring, seductive and sweet, innocent and tempting all at the same time, you can no longer hold back.

“With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out; And what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me”, you blurt out.

She’s visibly startled, so much so that the flower falls from her delicate thighs and onto the stone pavement, her golden eyes bright and wide as she turns her head adorably, trying to find you.

It seems even before you step out of the shadows, she finds you.

Still, the beauty stares in bewilderment as you approach, stepping closer and closer. She takes a step back, gasping when the back of her knees hit the bench behind her.

To your shock, a sickle is summoned to her hand, and her position grows defensive. Perhaps it’s foolish that it took you until now to realize that the dainty creature is no helpless maiden, but one of the predators taunting the village and its inhabitants.

But, she’s pretty.

And so you march on no matter the risk, as though she was a siren and had lured you in.

When in front of her, you bend down somewhat gracefully to grasp and pick up the fallen flower. It’s shines in the moonlight, not entirely unlike the beautiful woman’s eyes.

When you rise and, with to Daniela surprising and never seen confidence, grasp her hand, you note a small, but surprised gasp coming from her.

Her hand is soft, but cold, and she gasps again as you bend down to place a light kiss to her knuckles.

How…romantic. You’re unlike anybody she has ever met or even laid eyes on.

The woman wordlessly stares, a blush on her pale cheeks making her seem more petite and innocent than she surely is.

As she accepts the flower back into her hand, words tumble from her lips- the continuation of the verse.

“If they do see thee, they will murder thee”, she whispers.

Unbeknownst to you, Daniela’s words ironically are a warning. If one of her sisters or mother was to spot you, you will be slain. Her eyes glisten with something- curiosity, love, hope, darkness. You feel as if you could drown in those beautiful pools of gold.

You hold her gaze. For some reason you find yourself deeply disappointed when her hand slips from yours.

She looks shy, yet seductive. She knows exactly what she is doing, and is yet cautious- you are an intruder, after all, with intentions unclear to her.

“Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity.”, you answer, stating Romeo’s verse.

Again, you seem to almost be responding to her warning in the poem of the beautiful words of the verse coming from your lips.

Then, a small promise falls from Daniela’s lips. Again, you would not know the true meaning of the spoken phrase until later.

“I would not for the world they saw thee here”, she says, and means it.

Her sisters will not find this delicious and intriguing intruder. You’re all hers, she decides.

You’re quick to respond to her.

“I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, and but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate, than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love.”

You smile at her blush, as well as when you notice her breath quicken. This woman is adorable.

Daniela feels as though her head is spinning. She feels weak at her knees at your romantic words. This is like the most delightful of games!

The auburn haired woman grips the flower a little tighter, smirking at you as she smells it again and smiles.

With a light push to your shoulder, she walks past you, elegant in her slow and seductive movements.

“By whose direction found'st thou out this place?”, she asks, real curiosity burning in her golden eyes.

You see what she is doing, too. She’s testing you, to see how far you will be able to go until you cannot keep up with her.

As though you were the predator you know this woman apparently is, you stalk after her as she moves, admiration and want clear on your face whereas her is a perfect mask of seductiveness, hope and eagerness.

You don’t keep the beautiful woman waiting, instead answer proudly: “By love, that first did prompt me to inquire. He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot, yet wert thou as far as that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.”

The woman’s eyes shine at your answer, and yet as you reach out to grab her, she spins and keeps moving.

She’s a siren, and you’re eager to be pulled under.

Her fingertips caress the flowers she passes, the vines and even the cold stone wall. She rests on top of the stairs of a gazebo, excitement betrayed in her eyes.

You stare in anticipation, your greedy eyes taking in the sight of this woman. Her auburn hair falling gently and blowing in the warm wind, the black rose tattoo in her forehead symbolizing her house. You wish to trace it.

The choker necklace sitting snuggly around her throat, regal and gothic looking, with a single, green gemstone embedded in it.

Her large cleavage, exposed due to the V-Cut of her dress. You do your best not to stare, yet feel your dick twitching beneath your trousers at the sight and scent of the woman, the flowery and sweet one lingering in the air as long as she is only around. You feel your arousal rising with every passing moment.

She’s the most stunning creature you have ever encountered.

“Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face, else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight. Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain deny what I have spoke. But farewell, compliment. Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,

Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries they say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully; or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,

So thou wilt woo, but else not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, and therefore thou mayst think my behavior light. But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true

Than those that have more coying to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, but that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, my true-love passion.

Therefore pardon me, and not impute this yielding to light love, which the dark night hath so discoverèd.”

By the end of her turn, she is in front of you, so close that you feel on fire, almost. Her hands, bare and soft, rest on your shoulders as she gazes down at you from the step she stands on. Golden eyes betray the arousal she feels, and give a hint towards the delusional “love” she believes to feel already.

It’s a dangerous game, and one you’re eager to play.

The woman gasps as you grip her hips, slim but soft, and allows you to lift her off the step.

Her golden eyes find you, tension building up farther between the two of you. Her gaze is piercing almost, as is yours.

“Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow, that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-“, you begin, smiling softly as she eagerly responds, her hands squeezing your shoulders as you squeeze her hips.

Her cheeks are warm and pink as she talks, the dainty creature only yours for this moment.

“O, swear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.”, she responds, breathless.

Daniela feels eager, and she spots the eagerness in your eyes.

You feel her so close to you, and it’s making your head spin. All in you demands you to lean forwards and capture the woman’s soft looking lips in yours.

“What shall I swear by?”, comes your breathlessly spoken reply.

“Do not swear at all, or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee.”

You can no longer hold back.

A small, surprised gasp comes from the woman as you grip her back and push her forwards, your lips capturing hers effortlessly. She hums and moans against yours, her small noises more erotic than any you have ever heard before.

She is a seductress, a huntress, and you are her all too eager prey.

“Tell me your name, Juliet, I must know”, you beg, words hushed and whispered against her soft lips. She’s panting from the kiss, hands rising to your neck.

“Daniela”, she answers. “Daniela Dimitrescu”, she adds, as though there was any doubt remaining to her true identity.

You capture her lips in a kiss lest she can speak again, your tongue addicted to the taste of hers again already.

Her little noises, her moans and gasps, hums and giggles do a number on you. You must not look or reach down to feel yourself become hard, and you barely refrain from groping and kneading the soft flesh of her body.

Softly, you lead her inside the gazebo, and an equally soft gasp escapes your lips as the woman pushes you down on the bench.

You must not yearn for her touch, however, as she straddles your thighs immediately and leans in for yet another kiss, her hands coming up to the sleeves of your blouse, tugging gently.

You know what she wants, and grant it to the beauty.

With a simple movement you unbutton and take off your blouse, eyes watching hungrily as Daniela slips off your lap to undo the corset around her waist. You watch greedily as she pulls its strings and it falls to the floor, then reaches back to pull open her dress.

One by one skin is revealed as her dress inches down- pale shoulders, perky, round breasts and hard, slightly darker nipples, a soft stomach and waist with smooth and wide hips, black panties in the way to see her most intimate part. Thick thighs and black, near transparent tights, black heels. You can’t help ogling the beautiful creature.

Daniela blushes under your gaze, climbing back onto your lap as she kisses you. Your hips settle on her hips again, and you feel your bulge press up against her covered cunt.

You want nothing but to press up, to grind against her.

“Perfect”, you whisper, trailing kisses along her sensitive neck. She’s moaning and whimpering on top of you, hands kneading your thigh only arousing you more.

She cups your bulge, and you near bite down on her pale skin. Groans slip past your lips as she gropes and squeezes, eagerly exploring your body with one hand on your bulge, the other traveling up and down your front.

“You’re ethereal. Breathtaking”, you moan. You feel her shiver and hear her gasp at your words. She’s adorably sensitive as you prod at her neck, kissing, biting and sucking, creating hickeys on pale flesh.

Daniela lets out a light gasp as your hands slide up to her breasts, squeezing and cupping them. They’re large and round, soft and firm. A pull of her nipples has the redhead arch her back slightly for you.

“So beautiful”, you whisper, like you at last receive your prize. She whimpers, moaning and mewling softly for you.

With desperation clear in her golden eyes, Daniela grinds down on you, her warm panty-covered core rubbing against your bulge. You feel yourself growing painfully hard and twitching underneath her. You want release, and you want to grant her hers.

“May I, my fair lady?”, you whisper against her neck, lips brushing against her bruised and marked skin as your fingers slide down and toy with the waistband of her underwear.

She nods quickly, eagerly. “Yes, my love, please”, she gasps all so happily.

As soon as she stands enough to allow you to slide her underwear off, her eager hands grip the waistline of your trousers. Eager, seductive eyes set on you yet again and you nod, lifting your hips enough for her to pull the clothing down and expose you.

Your eyes widen as she drops to her knees, a hand snaked between her own legs, her other on your thigh. She stares up at you, submissively and blushing, yet so eager and enticing.

“Please”, you whisper, a gentle command for her to take you in her awaiting mouth. Daniela doesn’t have to be told twice, head leaning forwards as she takes you in, humming and moaning around your tip.

It’s been ages since she’s had one, she feels giddy with excitement at the prospect of getting to play with you!

You tangle your hand in her hair, feeling the soft locks as she bobs her head and squeezes your thigh.

Her cheeks are warm, her eyes bright whenever she glances up at you. Moans ripple from her throat and your head spins when she begins to finger herself, dragging moans and mewls from her lips which’s vibrations bring you immense pleasure.

At the squelching sound of her pussy accepting her fingers inside, you wish for nothing but to bury yourself deep within her.

She takes her fingers well, and is, by the sound of her fingers thrusting in and out, soaked.

You yearn to feel the woman around you, bouncing on your cock and receiving it hard from behind as her adorable, sexy breasts bounce for you, then clean the beauty up.

“Y-Yes, you’re doing so go-good!”, you praise, which only seems to spur her on more. Daniela hums and smiles, hips shaking for a moment as she curls her fingers within herself.

Truly, she would much rather have you inside than her fingers, if only so she wouldn’t have to be as gentle as she must be with her sharp nails.

She tastes the precum dripping from you for a moment, giggling as she lets go of your cock and licks it up eagerly. “Good girl”, you groan, panting and moaning for her. You cup your own breast and guide her head back to your cock, shivering as the minx drags her tongue along you and sucks your tip clean.

You gasp at the feeling, the pleasure driving you closer to your orgasm.

She too feels close, her thighs trembling and her hips bucking up as her thumb grazes against her clit and rubs it as she thrusts her fingers inside.

With gentle, shaky hands you grab her hair again and guide her back to her previous position, moaning as your cock slips back inside her warm and wet mouth and she bobs her head again.

You feel yourself at the back of her throat, pushing up against her collar necklace the deeper she takes you and gags around you.

Your fingers twitch as you play with your breasts, and your head spins. You’re so close, but want her to cum first. So you hold back and continue on moaning and gasping, praises for her falling from your lips that only edge her closer to her own orgasm.

Thankfully, she is not far away from hers, moaning and whimpering constantly with a flushed face and a mouth full of your cum.

At last you notice her cum, her moans and muffled scream bringing you to your own, as you hastily pull away to cover her chest and lips.

You pant and buck your hips beyond control at the erotic picture of the beautiful woman painted in your cum. It drips from her wet lips to her chin, sticks to her chest and collarbone.

You waste no time to pull her back on your lap, the woman’s glee giggles causing a wide smile to form on your face. She’s got you wrapped around your finger, with her sweet voice and adorable appearance and giggles, her unique physique as well as her beautiful eyes- and both of you know this.

Her lips meet yours once again. As you taste yourself on her tongue, you feel the primal urge to taste her.

Daniela blushes shyly when her wrist is grabbed and brought to your face, your eyes taking in the shimmer of slick wetness that coats her fingers.

When you wrap your mouth around the digits, the auburn haired woman grinds down again. Her wet cunt rubs directly against your cock and your head spins at the feeling of her wetness smeared against you.

You hum around her fingers, tasting the sweet, candy-like wetness that must be her cum. You almost chuckle. The sweet flavored taste matches her perfectly.

Daniela watches panting as you suck her fingers clean completely, only letting go of her wrist once all wetness is licked and sucked away.

As you feel your cock hardening between your legs and pushing up against her, Daniela squeaks adorably. She grinds down properly, moaning and whimpering at the feeling of her wet and sensitive clit rubbing against you.

As much as you are a fan of her wet body humping your cock, you barely have any restraint left. All of you urges you to push inside the beautiful woman.

“Can I?”, you ask, wanting to confirm her consent to this. Daniela giggles breathlessly, her hips raising already and her hand reaching between her legs as she sinks down on you.

“O-Oooh!~”, she moans, her mouth dropped open at the feeling of having you slide deep inside of her. She’s shivering and grips your shoulders tightly, as though to adjust to the feeling.

You stay still despite your urges to take the dainty creature and fuck her sore, instead allow her this time to get used to the feeling. Still, your cock twitches and throbs inside of her, and her cunt clenches around you as if to milk you of your cum.

“You feel s-so good, my love”, she whispers, panting and moaning as she moves her hips a little.

“As do you, my beautiful Daniela”

The phrase makes her head spin and has her clench around you tightly. To be called yours so boldly is doing things to her. She doesn’t ever want to let you go! No, you’re all hers, intruder or not. Her sisters would never have to find out…

Daniela gasps when your patience seems to come to an end. You thrust upwards roughly, eager to feel her clench around you again; and you are granted this.

“Divine”, you whisper back, your hands at her hips as you work your hips. You thrust fast and deep, and watch in delight as the redhead moans and shrieks from the pleasure, her hands tightening on your shoulders, her breasts bouncing as she is fucked on top of your lap.

Daniela’s head is thrown back when you lean down and wrap your lips around her breast, sucking eagerly. Now you have a taste of her, you are sure she is what can only be described as utter bliss.

“Ah-ah! A-AAAh!”, she shrieks and moans, little whimpers and moans falling from her black painted lips. She feels you thrust deep into her and does her best to match your thrusts, grinding down and panting soon at your pace.

You don’t deny her, instead move your hand down to rub her small clit in tight circles.

She can’t remember ever being taken like this; raw want and lust displayed in the form of pointed, skilled thrusts into her, hands gripping her hips tightly to ensure she would stay in place right where you want her, as well as the way your lips wrap around her nipple eagerly.

“Ple-A-AH! Yes! Yes! AAHMORE!”

She feels helpless in the best way, succumbing to pleasure and love, whimpering and gasping for more. Her thick ass presses against your balls every time she grinds down again, and as your limbs ache, you feel her riding you eagerly.

Daniela’s hips buck helplessly after a short while already. You feel her tightening around you every few seconds, her chest heaving and her arched back causing her breasts to push against you tighter.

You lose your other hand from her hip and slide it up her ribcage, until you cup her unoccupied breast.

The poor redhead feels herself be brought to her orgasm fast; with your cock buried deep inside of her and her clit rubbed, her sensitive nipples squeezed and sucked.

Eager to repay the favor, one of her hands slides down to cup your breast. The dainty thing is a lot stronger and naughtier than she appears, her fingers bringing you pleasure with ease even as her hips rise and fall.

She looks graceful riding you, even as her head is thrown back and her back is arched for you.

“S-So close, A-AAAAH! Y-yes! YES!”

You bite down on her gently, tearing yet another squeak and gasp from her lips. Her clit feels warm as it throbs under your fingertip, the needy woman so close.

When she cums, she tightens around you, so much it takes all of your willpower not to cum inside of her yet. You don’t want things to end just yet, too caught up in her bliss.

Daniela gasps when within moments she is picked up and turned, instead leaned against the bench with you still inside.

The new position allows you to thrust even deeper into your sweet newfound darling.

It’s ironic in a way; your intention to pick and steal a single flower from the Castle gardens, yet you pluck the most beautiful and precious one for yourself

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #dianabetic6

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traumacatholic · 4 months

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Hi, please pray for me. A lot has been going on in my family. Parents divorced, boyfriend has no job, my car just went down AGAIN, and I’ve been having very bad panic attacks that are making me believe I am sick. Please pray for the healing of my body, mind, and my family— as well as our finances, so that we can do the things we need/want to do.

I'm so sorry to hear that you and your family have been struggling so much. I will keep you all in my prayers. And I will post some prayers that you may find helpful under a readmore. You can always edit them slightly if you wish to use them to pray for other people

O my beloved Queen, my hope, O Mother of God, protector of orphans and protector of those who are hurt, the savior of those who perish and the consolation of all those who are in distress, thou seest my misery, thou seest my sorrow and my loneliness. Help me—I am powerless; give me strength. Thou knowest what I suffer, thou knowest my grief: Lend me thy hand, for who else can be my hope but thee, my protector and my intercessor before God? I have sinned before thee and before all people. Be my Mother, my consoler, my helper. Protect me and save me, chase grief away from me, chase my lowness of heart and my despondency. Help me, O Mother of my God!

Thee alone I follow, Lord Jesus, Who heals my wounds. For what shall separate me from the love of God, which is in Thee? Shall tribulation, or distress, or famine? I am held fast as though by nails, and fettered by the bonds of charity. Remove from me, O Lord Jesus, with Thy potent sword, the corruption of my sins. Secure me in the bonds of Thy love; cut away what is corrupt in me. Come quickly and make an end of my many, my hidden and secret afflictions. Open the wound lest the evil humor spread. With Thy new washing, cleanse in me all that is stained. Hear me, you earthly men, who in your sins bring forth drunken thoughts: I have found a Physician. He dwells in Heaven and distributes His healing on earth. He alone can heal my pains Who Himself has none. He alone Who knows what is hidden can take away the grief of my heart, the fear of my soul: Jesus Christ. Christ is grace! Christ is life! Christ is Resurrection! Amen.

O Master, Lord my God, in Whose hands is my destiny: Help me according to Thy mercy, and leave me not to perish in my transgressions, nor allow me to follow them who place desires of the flesh over those of the spirit. I am Thy creation; disdain not the work of Thy hands. Turn not away; be compassionate and humiliate me not, neither scorn me, O Lord, as I am weak. I have fled unto Thee as my Protector and God. Heal my soul, for I have sinned against Thee. Save me for Thy mercy's sake, for I have cleaved unto Thee from my youth; let me who seeks Thee not be put to shame by being rejected by Thee for mine unclean actions, unseemly thoughts, and unprofitable remembrances. Drive away from me every filthy thing and excess of evil. For Thou alone art holy, alone mighty, and alone immortal, in all things having unexcelled might, which, through Thee, is given to all that strive against the devil and the might of his armies. For unto Thee is due all glory, honor and worship: To the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.

Almighty God, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, come to my help and deliver me from this difficulty that besets me. I believe Lord, that all trials of life are under Your care and that all things work for the good of those who love You. Take away from me fear, anxiety and distress. Help me to face and endure my difficulty with faith, courage and wisdom.

Grant that this trial may bring me closer to You for You are my rock and refuge, my comfort and hope, my delight and joy. I trust in Your love and compassion. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.

Teach me Lord, to dispose my deeds so that they will serve in glorifying Your Holy Name. Take pity, O Lord, on all Christians. Hear the desires of all who cry out to You, and deliver them from evil. Save Your servants [insert name/s]. Send them comfort, consolation in sorrow, and Your holy mercy. Lord, I especially pray for those who have in anyway insulted, abused and grieved me. Do not punish them for the sake of me, a sinner; but pour Your mercy upon them.

Be merciful Lord, to those who have entrusted me, an unworthy sinner to pray for them. Be merciful Lord, to all who ask Your help. Lord, make this day a day of Your mercy; give to each according to their petition. Be the Shepherd of the lost, the Guide of Light of unbelievers, the Teacher of the unwise, the Healer of the sick, the Comforter of the dying, and lead us all to the desired end: to You, our refuge and blessed repose. Amen

#prayer #prayer request #prayer req

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For a fic exchange with darling @actual-bill-potts, who wrote me this fantastically creepy Maedhros/Sauron piece and requested some Tol-in-Gaurhoth angst in response! I hope you enjoy love you sm <3

Warnings: rape, graphic depictions of violence. This is significantly darker and more explicit than my usual fare, please take care!

It is Edrahil’s turn. Finrod should not be surprised: he has heard them all die by now, from little Calimmacil, the first baby ever born in Nargothrond, all the way to old Farphen who has lived uncounted years since the Great Journey – and to end them in such a manner! But Edrahil – Edrahil, who has ever had such faith in Finrod – he cannot bear it. He will not listen.

A noise at the entrance of the dungeon, cutting through the low growl of the waiting wolf. It is Gorthaur again, dressed all in white, his eyes of flame gleaming with amusement. He is the only thing Finrod can see clearly in the dark. “Only two left,” he observes. “Are these last dearer to thee than thy other companions, little lord? Or shalt thou cling to thy secrets yet?”

“Aran,” Edrahil croaks, as the wolf draws closer. “Aran, do not—” Beren’s parched voice joins his in agreement.

“I will give you nothing, Gorthaur,” Finrod says – whispers – pleads.

The all-too-familiar sound of teeth tearing through flesh. Edrahil cries out, hoarsely.

Gorthaur is watching Finrod’s face as he weeps. “Thou art enjoying this, art thou not?” he says. “Their faith in thee in the face of such despair… it pleases thee.”

Through his tears, Finrod manages to summon up a glob of saliva to spit at Gorthaur’s pristine robes.

Edrahil has begun to call for him – they all do at some point. “Aran,” he gasps, “Aran, please—”

Gorthaur makes an amused sound. “This is thy own doing,” he tells Finrod. “Thou mightst as well take pleasure in it.” He sits down on the floor beside Finrod, his robes the only clean thing in the filthy dungeon, and puts an arm around Finrod’s naked shoulders, drawing him close. “Hear how he muffles his cries,” he whispers, his breath hot in Finrod’s ear, “for thy sake – does it not gladden thee?”

“No,” Finrod gasps, trying to pull away, but the manacles around his wrists and ankles hold him in place, and anyway he is crying too hard to concentrate. He raises his voice so that Edrahil can hear him better. “It will not be long, dear friend – I am sorry, I am so—”

He breaks off with a choked cry. There are hot, slick fingers inside him – breaching him, opening him. Edrahil screams and at the same moment Gorthaur twists his fingers—

Finrod cannot control the heavy panting breaths he is taking. He cannot help the way he shudders away from Gorthaur’s heat and, at the same time, leans into it, cannot stop his hips from bucking at the violating press of fingers within him.

“Come, little lord,” Gorthaur purrs. He licks a teasing stripe down Finrod’s neck. “Enjoy it.”

The sickening crunch of bone. Beren shouts out, but Edrahil is quieter now. “Aran,” he croaks. “Aran, it hurts…”

Gorthaur takes Finrod into his free hand and strokes him, suddenly. Finrod has opened his mouth to summon up some soothing words for Edrahil – and what can he even say, what will possibly make this better? – but all that comes out is a startled moan.

"There," says Gorthaur, slipping a third finger into him. Finrod cries out, and Gorthaur lets go of him in order to grasp his chin with one scorching hand and push his tongue into his mouth, stoppering his sounds of distress. "Didst thou not choose this?" he reminds Finrod, twisting his fingers again, leaning in to kiss away the tears running down his face. "'Tis well within thy power to call off my wolves, if thou wilt only tell me thy name." Finrod gives a sob and Gorthaur laughs. "No? Understandable. It brings thee pleasure, I can see that much."

There is a horrible slurping noise coming from the wolf now, and the wet slap of entrails against the stone floor. Edrahil is still conscious: he lets out the occasional tiny ragged whimper, each time muffled by the moans Gorthaur draws from Finrod's lips. He does not want this – it must be some Maia magic, to make his body respond so – but what if it is not? What if Gorthaur is right, and Finrod does take some perverse pleasure in his companions' loyalty?

"Hush, hush," Gorthaur says, gentle now, even as he takes Finrod in hand again, stroking him hard and fast. "Enjoy it, little lord. Enjoy it."

"He is gone," Beren reports from the other side of the dungeon, his voice dull and rasping, and with a sob Finrod spills into Gorthaur's hand.

Gorthaur seems to lose interest, after that. He withdraws his fingers from Finrod and leaves him slumped against the wall, the scent of blood mingling with that of his own release. "Only one left," he says, glancing from Finrod to where Beren must be chained, although Finrod can still see nothing but the terrible vision in white before him. "I shall see thee again soon, little lord."

"Aran," Beren whispers, once he is gone; but Finrod cannot bear to respond.

#silmarillion #my fic #cw rape #nsft #finrod #sauron #edrahil #beren #I do not know what this is but it's fucked up basically

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orthodoxadventure · 2 months

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You are in my prayers, would you mind also praying for me?

Thank you, I greatly appreciate your prayers. It means a lot to me. And of course! May God bless, guide, and comfort you and those that you care about <3

Two prayers for the self that you might find beneficial:

Orthodox Prayer for the Self

Lord, into the hands of Thy great mercy I commend my body and soul, thoughts and acts, desires and intentions, needs of my body and soul, arrival and departure, my faith and hope. To Thee I commend the end of my life, the day and hour of my expiration, the repose of my soul and the resurrection of my body. Do Thou, O Most Merciful God, O gentle Lord, Whose clemency is ever unconquered by the sins of the world, take me, who am more sinful than all others, under the wings of Thy protection, and deliver me from all evil. Cleanse the great multitude of my iniquities, grant the reformation of my wicked and hardened life, and ever defend me against approaching evil transgressions, that I in no manner ever anger Thee. Shelter my weakness from passion and evil men; guard me against visible and invisible enemies, lead me on the road to salvation and to Thyself, Who art my harbor and the heaven of my desires. Grant me a shameless, peaceful Christian death, protect me from evil spirits, be merciful to me, Thy servant, on Thy last judgment, and number me among the blessed flock on Thy right, that together with them I may glorify Thee, my Creator, forever. Amen.

Orthodox Prayer for Mental Health

#prayer #prayer request #prayer req

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 2 months

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O Harlot, Hear the Word of the Lord

35 Wherefore, O harlot, hear the word of the Lord:

36 Thus saith the Lord God; Because thy filthiness was poured out, and thy nakedness discovered through thy whoredoms with thy lovers, and with all the idols of thy abominations, and by the blood of thy children, which thou didst give unto them;

37 Behold, therefore I will gather all thy lovers, with whom thou hast taken pleasure, and all them that thou hast loved, with all them that thou hast hated; I will even gather them round about against thee, and will discover thy nakedness unto them, that they may see all thy nakedness.

38 And I will judge thee, as women that break wedlock and shed blood are judged; and I will give thee blood in fury and jealousy.

39 And I will also give thee into their hand, and they shall throw down thine eminent place, and shall break down thy high places: they shall strip thee also of thy clothes, and shall take thy fair jewels, and leave thee naked and bare.

40 They shall also bring up a company against thee, and they shall stone thee with stones, and thrust thee through with their swords.

41 And they shall burn thine houses with fire, and execute judgments upon thee in the sight of many women: and I will cause thee to cease from playing the harlot, and thou also shalt give no hire any more.

42 So will I make my fury toward thee to rest, and my jealousy shall depart from thee, and I will be quiet, and will be no more angry.

43 Because thou hast not remembered the days of thy youth, but hast fretted me in all these things; behold, therefore I also will recompense thy way upon thine head, saith the Lord God: and thou shalt not commit this lewdness above all thine abominations.

44 Behold, every one that useth proverbs shall use this proverb against thee, saying, As is the mother, so is her daughter.

45 Thou art thy mother's daughter, that lotheth her husband and her children; and thou art the sister of thy sisters, which lothed their husbands and their children: your mother was an Hittite, and your father an Amorite.

46 And thine elder sister is Samaria, she and her daughters that dwell at thy left hand: and thy younger sister, that dwelleth at thy right hand, is Sodom and her daughters.

47 Yet hast thou not walked after their ways, nor done after their abominations: but, as if that were a very little thing, thou wast corrupted more than they in all thy ways.

48 As I live, saith the Lord God, Sodom thy sister hath not done, she nor her daughters, as thou hast done, thou and thy daughters.

49 Behold, this was the iniquity of thy sister Sodom, pride, fulness of bread, and abundance of idleness was in her and in her daughters, neither did she strengthen the hand of the poor and needy.

50 And they were haughty, and committed abomination before me: therefore I took them away as I saw good.

51 Neither hath Samaria committed half of thy sins; but thou hast multiplied thine abominations more than they, and hast justified thy sisters in all thine abominations which thou hast done.

52 Thou also, which hast judged thy sisters, bear thine own shame for thy sins that thou hast committed more abominable than they: they are more righteous than thou: yea, be thou confounded also, and bear thy shame, in that thou hast justified thy sisters.

53 When I shall bring again their captivity, the captivity of Sodom and her daughters, and the captivity of Samaria and her daughters, then will I bring again the captivity of thy captives in the midst of them:

54 That thou mayest bear thine own shame, and mayest be confounded in all that thou hast done, in that thou art a comfort unto them.

55 When thy sisters, Sodom and her daughters, shall return to their former estate, and Samaria and her daughters shall return to their former estate, then thou and thy daughters shall return to your former estate.

56 For thy sister Sodom was not mentioned by thy mouth in the day of thy pride,

57 Before thy wickedness was discovered, as at the time of thy reproach of the daughters of Syria, and all that are round about her, the daughters of the Philistines, which despise thee round about.

58 Thou hast borne thy lewdness and thine abominations, saith the Lord.

59 For thus saith the Lord God; I will even deal with thee as thou hast done, which hast despised the oath in breaking the covenant.

60 Nevertheless I will remember my covenant with thee in the days of thy youth, and I will establish unto thee an everlasting covenant.

61 Then thou shalt remember thy ways, and be ashamed, when thou shalt receive thy sisters, thine elder and thy younger: and I will give them unto thee for daughters, but not by thy covenant.

62 And I will establish my covenant with thee; and thou shalt know that I am the Lord:

63 That thou mayest remember, and be confounded, and never open thy mouth any more because of thy shame, when I am pacified toward thee for all that thou hast done, saith the Lord God. — Ezekiel 16:35-63 | King James Version (KJV) The King James Version Bible is in the public domain Cross References: Genesis 9:15; Genesis 13:10; Genesis 13:13; Numbers 21:5; Deuteronomy 22:22; 1 Samuel 24:13; 2 Samuel 24:25; 1 Kings 16:31; 2 Kings 16:5; 2 Kings 25:9; Psalm 78:24; Isaiah 24:5; Jeremiah 2:26; Jeremiah 3:8; Jeremiah 3:11; Jeremiah 19:5; Jeremiah 24:7; Jeremiah 50:4-5; Ezekiel 23:26; Ezekiel 23:47; Ezekiel 23:49; Ezekiel 26:6; Ezekiel 36:11; Matthew 10:15; Luke 12:16; Romans 3:19; Revelation 11:8; Revelation 17:16

#judgment on Jerusalem #the Covenant remembered #atonement #grace #shame #I AM #Lord #Ezekiel 16:35-63 #Book of Ezekiel #Old Testament #KJV #King James Version #Holy Bible

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Supreme & Eternal Fire, Abyss of Charity

=============================================== Then this soul, as if being inebriated, tormented, and on fire with love - her heart wounded with great bitterness - turned herself to the Supreme & Eternal Goodness, saying:

"Oh! Eternal God! Oh! Light above every other light, from whom issues all light! "Oh! Fire above every fire, Because thou art the only Fire who burnest without consuming, And consumest all sin & self-love found in the soul, Not afflicting her, but fattening her with insatiable love, And though the soul is filled she is not sated, but ever desires Thee, And the more of Thee she has, the more she seeks, And the more she desires, the more she finds & tastes of Thee - Supreme & Eternal Fire, Abyss of Charity. "Oh! Supreme & Eternal Good, Who has moved Thee, Infinite God, To illuminate me, Thy finite creature, With the light of Thy truth? "Thou, the same Fire of Love art the cause, Because it is always love which constrains & constrained Thee To create us in Thine image & likeness, And to do us mercy, Giving immeasurable & infinite graces to Thy rational creatures, Oh, Goodness above all goodness! "Thou alone art He who is Supreme Good, And nevertheless Thou gavest the Word, Thy Only-begotten Son. To converse with us filthy ones & filled with darkness. What was the cause of this? Love. Because Thou lovedst us before we were. "Oh, Good! Oh, Eternal Greatness! Thou madest thyself low & small To make man great. "On whichever side I turn, I find nothing but the abyss & fire of Thy charity" ===============================================

-St Catherine of Siena speaking to God in mystical ecstasy as recorded in A Treatise of Prayer of her Dialogues. Formatting is mine, added to make it easier to follow (hopefully)

#christian #christianity #god #god's love #jesus #catholic #catholicism #christian mysticism #st catherine of siena #dominican saint #saint #faith

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uchiha-slut-fiction · 1 year

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I’m so sorry that I’ve fallen off the face of the earth for the last 7 months but I’m back bitches! Y’all ready for some Shikaku headcanons? I never see enough love for that absolute dilf. Enjoy!

🍃Sfw🍃

Favorite movie is “O brother, where art thou?”. He’s the type.

Is definitely a morning cuddler. He wouldn’t be hard to convince to stay in bed for a few more minutes just to be close to his s/o.

Wants to learn all your hobbies and interests.

Prefers to eat out as he isn’t the best cook.

Is chivalrous but not because he thinks they can’t do it themselves or that they’re weak. He just respects the hell out of his s/o.

Would love nights reading and drinking together alone.

Would set aside specific days of the week to do things with his s/o. I mean, he would be planning whole dates and events to go to.

While he loves to go out and have a good time he stays at home a lot of the time. It’s quiet, peaceful, and you can’t possibly get caught up in things.

Has a huge record collection. I believe he would listen to an assortment of artists. His main artists would probably be something like: The Doors, Pink Floyd, The Civil Wars, Gorillaz, Rammstein, etc.

Smells like teakwood and spearmint. Fresh and woodsy.

Follows a pretty basic skincare routine. Facewash, moisturizer, spf. The basics. It’s basically all you need anyway.

Prefers beer to liquor. He would probably drink a stout.

A great hunter obviously. Only hunts for eating purposes and they use all parts of the animal.

Secretly reads poetry. He loves it. Makes him feel something.

Protective as hell but nobody would ever know it. He would be subtly watching over his s/o. He doesn’t want to get in the way or seem overbearing. He just worries.

Open to having more children if that’s what his s/o wants. He secretly wants a girl. He’s had his boy and it was fun. However, would be soooo excited to be a girl dad.

✨Nsfw✨

Daddy Daddy Daddy

He’s so soft for his s/o. He essentially worships the ground they walk on so whatever they ask, he’s gonna fulfill that.

Dominate but in the sweetest way. He will most definitely choke and spank you but he’s gonna give the sweetest praises while doing so.

He’s a man who eats pussy for himself. He loves the way his s/o sounds. The way they move and react. It’s addictive.

Eats ass. Enough said.

He doesn’t give a fuck, he loves outdoor sex. Just being out in the open. So much room. So much potential for getting caught. It’s perfect.

He loves to let his s/o put makeup on him. He thinks eyeliner looks sexy on him. And it does. He knows he’s hot. He’s gonna make sure to smear his lipstick between their thighs too.

Loves facefucking. Obviously he doesn’t want to make them throw up or hurt them, but the gagging and struggle he can’t help but find sexy.

Loves buying and picking out lingerie for his s/o. He doesn’t care about the looks he gets at the sex shops.

Definitely doesn’t mind being called daddy. It would only take the once and he’d probably lose his shit. (In the best way possible)

He doesn’t moan or whimper in bed but he is vocal. He talks a lot. When he thinks back on the filthy things that come from his mouth during sex it makes even him blush.

Loves hidden hickeys. He likes to mark his territory without broadcasting it everywhere. He still respects them after all.

Would love to get his s/o off while they read to him. He’d make a game out of it.

Would smoke weed with his s/o during sex. (It would so be legal in konoha dont @ me )

Thank you guys! Hope you enjoyed. As always, feel free to request and I’ll try to get to it.

#shikaku #nara men #nara clan #shikaku nara #shikaku smut #narutodilfs #naruto headcanons

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visenyaism · 1 year

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L+ratio+knave+rascal+eater of broken meats+ base+proud+shallow+beggarly+three–suited+hundred–pound+filthy+worsted–stocking knave+ lily–livered+action–taking knave+whoreson+glass–gazing+super–serviceable finical rogue+one–trunk–inheriting slave+wouldst be a bawd in way of good service+art nothing but the composition of a knave+beggar+coward+pandar+the son and heir of a mongrel bitch+one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition🫵🤬

#i cannot in good conscience liveblog king lear but i want to anyway #king lear #the leal servants are fightinggggggggg

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fuh-saw-t · 1 year

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I saw your post about neopronouns, so please explain: thou

(Btw, no need for this to be concise or anything. You just seem to really enjoy this subject so I wanted to give you an easy way to ramble. I love seeing people talk about the things they love!)

Where art thou, 'thou'?

All (bad) jokes aside, the linguistic timeline of 'thou'—or, more accurately, thou/thee/thy in the modern form of identifying pronouns—is one of my favorites I've ever looked into. I find it so fascinating. Thanks for the ask!

To best understand this, I think it'll be fun to make a timeline. So, here we go:

Old English

We're just getting started.

When modern speakers hear 'thou', we mainly associate it with religious texts or Shakespeare, which is understandable—the usage of 'thou' dates far back.

'Thou' was a singular pronoun, derived from Proto-Germanic, appearing as 'þu' (thu) in Old English (which, for the record, was over a thousand years ago—long before Shakespeare—and used between the years 450-1150). The fact that it was a singular pronoun is the important bit. Today, we see 'you' as being numerically ambiguous; we could be referring to a singular person, or many people, but in older forms of English the pronoun to refer to a singular person was for 'thou', leaving 'you' as a plural.

Middle English

Here come the French.

Then, as French continued to influence English, turning it to the much more readable Middle English (the language of Chaucer, for context), 'thou' was gradually pushed to the sidelines as the plural 'ye' and 'you' expanded to be used as a singular, too.

French's influence made the English 'you' the equivalent of the French 'vous': it is now formal—what you would use to address someone of high or equal social standing. In turn, 'thou' declined (in a process attributed to semantic derogation) to an informal pronoun used to address someone you were intimate with or, most notably, someone beneath you in the social rankings.

Early Modern English

Here's where things start to get bumpy.

In the mid-1600s, in comes George Fox who, in my words, would be described as a filthy prescriptivist. He was the founder of the Quakers, and a large part of early Quaker rhetoric was to avoid class distinction—something I could certainly get behind. Quaker speech, therefore, consciously avoided 'you', opting to use the more neutral thee/thou for everyone regardless of social standing. This extended to them sometimes getting into trouble for refusing to call judges 'your honour', and so forth. Thee/thou became associated with Quaker speech, and not many people liked the Quakers. However, this isn't the biggest impact on the usage—far from it, in fact.

The biggest reason, I believe, that 'thou' lost its popularity is because of developments in society—most notably travel and the industrial revolution, as well as the growing merchant class in the 17th century, which was when this pronoun really hit a decline. People stopped using 'thou' as often because it became harder to judge the class of whom you were speaking with. Social mobility disrupted the otherwise clear and stagnant order of British society. It would be a terrible insult to call someone above you 'thou' on accident, and so you would default to 'you'.

In fact, in Early and Late Modern English, 'thou' became an insult. Perhaps in one of the more surprising turns from something that was once a simple pronoun, to 'thou' someone (morphed into a verb) would insult them. As more people used the pronoun as a method of insulting others, it was favoured even less.

Rolling back to George Fox, a famous line of his goes as follows: "We were often beset and abused, and sometimes in danger of our lives for using these words to some proud men, who would say, 'What! You ill-bred clown, do you thou me?'"

From a simple, singular second-person pronoun, to a token of informality, to an insult, 'thou' has definitely had a ride. And, with its current association with religion, poetry, and the old classics, I earnestly hope it doesn't stop rolling.

#language #pronouns #ask blog #fsasks #lingpost #linguistics #english language #english #uk #writing #thou #history #language history #british history

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O Rose, Thou Art Sick

Chapter Nine: Original Sin

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Summary: Swiss takes up Fox’s offer and visits their rooms in the middle of the night so they can… get to know each other better. This chapter isn’t very plot heavy and you won’t miss any big details, so feel free to skip this one if the content makes you uncomfortable!

Word Count: 7.1k

Content Warnings: This chapter contains explicit smut. 18+. Swiss x GN!OC (OC has breasts and a vulva). Very consensual and a lot of checking in with each other, pegging, soft dom/sub, rimming, teasing, degradation, praise, hair pulling, spanking, biting, oral, anal fingering, cunnilingus, the word cunt is used a fair bit

Notes: This fic gets very filthy very quickly. When I was planning it out, I originally wasn’t going to write this chapter and just kind of leave it to the imagination because it’s not Copia, but then I came to my senses. I’m feeling just a litttle bit anxious about putting this out because it’s the first smut I’ve ever posted and even though you’ve probably read the other chapters, this one has to be good and also sexy 😳 But anyway, do enjoy!

Fox swung their leg back inside the room, stubbing out their cigarette on the precariously balanced ashtray beside them. Pulling their robe tighter across their chest and wearing a scowl that could make rocks cower, they made a break towards the door and the incessant knocking.

“Okay, alright! Jesus Christ!” they huffed as they stomped across the rug. Whoever it was must have been banging on the door with both fists and Fox hoped it was for nothing less than the hallways having burst into flame. Or the Devil himself, which they supposed would be a grand affair around here. They swung open the door with force, ready to either scold the intruder or eat serious crow if they were met with face-melting fire. As it turned out, neither would be the case.

Towering over them and leaning against the wall on his elbow was Swiss. He turned his head leisurely when the door swung open, as if he hadn’t been banging bloody murder on it just a few seconds prior. “Don’t say that,” he said, and Fox’s shoulders slumped. They wished they hadn’t put out their smoke now.

“It is two in the morning,” Fox bit, folding their arms. They hadn’t forgotten their offer to the Ghoul, but as the evening had ticked on, they assumed he wouldn’t show up that night. If at all. Swiss was still wearing that helmet and they were starting to wonder if he ever took it off. He was still wearing the same clothes as earlier too, and it made them think on what he could have been doing for all these hours. Fox knew the Ghouls slept, but whether they needed to or if even this Ghoul did was a mystery. Had he retired back to the den only to change back into his clothes and saunter over here?

Swiss only shrugged in the most non-committal way he could apparently manage. “I knew you’d be awake.”

“How?” Fox narrowed their eyes at him.

“Your lights are always on,” he said, running a hand across the back of his helmet. “You smoke out your window until morning.” He shrugged, again, and his voice was pointed as if by show.

By a show of their own, Fox smoothed out their face and brought a hand up to clutch at their robe against their chest. “You watch me? Do you look through my windows?”

The Ghoul paused a moment and Fox could not tell for the life of them what his face was doing under the mask. The way he stood up and pushed back his shoulders made it seem like he was sizing them up. Or trying to intimidate them. Or maybe he liked that they looked so appalled. Yes, that was it. “Sometimes,” he told them.

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” Fox said, letting it hang in the air for only a second before stepping aside and tipping their head towards the interior of the room. Swiss didn’t say anything and only slipped past them, but his smile wasn’t lost on Fox. They were sure he saw theirs as well.

The door closed softly, with the latch clicking shut being almost inaudible. Fox turned to look at Swiss, who stood in the centre of the room. It was funny- the two of them hadn’t had many interactions outside of him either running at them or away from them, and he always gave off an aura that was, well, ghoulish. But now he was standing with his hands behind his back, glancing around like he didn’t know which way was up. “Take off that fucking mask,” Fox said finally, leaning back against the door.

Swiss throat bobbed and he brought his hands up slowly, unclasping the helmet. When he slid it from his head, the first thing revealed was a set of straight, dark horns poking up sharp from behind the leather. They weren’t shiny, they were dull and ashy like burnt wood, more like Mountain’s. They were longer than Fox expected and they rose out from the very top of his forehead, like a baby goat’s. The horns trailed off into even darker skin that was flecked with gold and framed by unfurling trails of long dreads.

Fox blinked, realising they had been staring. “You are a pretty boy,” they said, happy to see the smile quirk in the corners of Swiss’ mouth. After a moment of quiet thought, they added, “Do you have a tail?”

Swiss’ eyes became wide and Fox couldn’t help but scoff. “Not for that. I’m just curious,” they said.

Swiss cleared his throat and nodded. “Yes.”

“Where does it go?”

Again with that scandalous look that made Fox smirk. They held their hand up as Swiss began to take a step closer, clearly riled by the suggestion. “Down boy. I just mean shouldn’t it be obvious?”

“Oh,” he said. “If they’re not out, sometimes I wrap it around my leg. Or glamour it away. I’m… not allowed to have it out when I’m inside.”

“Why not?”

“I was… swatting.” Swiss looked down at his feet. It was the first time Fox had seen him look even remotely embarrassed. They pinched their lips together in an effort to not laugh. By the way his cheeks coloured a truly lovely purple, and the noticeable squeeze he gave the front of himself through the front of his trousers, they could tell he liked the scrutiny.

“As if you couldn’t get into just as much trouble with those hands,” Fox said with a tut, crossing the room to meet Swiss. He watched intently, eyes stuck on following them. They considered his face when they stood in front of him, having to crane their neck up as their eyes didn’t even meet his chin. Slowly, they pulled the tie on their robe and let it fall open. Swiss’ eyes swelled, going big and dark at the sight of their suddenly very naked body.

Fox drew in a sharp breath. It was cold in the room with the window still open and they felt goosebumps ripple over their skin, nipples perking as they arched their chest out. They didn’t feel shy under Swiss’ leering. Certainly the opposite. They felt a surge of pride at it, they felt powerful for having him gawk wordlessly, finally. They took his hands, so warm and big in their own, and pulled him in. “Well, don’t just stand there. Put the moves on me, pretty boy.”

The smile Swiss gave them was positively wicked and he ran his tongue over the edge of his teeth, grazing over his fangs. His hands slid from Fox’s and to their sides, fingers tiptoeing up their body while he gauged every shiver. When his hands danced over their ribs, Swiss leaned down and pressed his lips to theirs in a kiss. It was unexpectedly tender, merely a brush, and so tender in fact that it made Fox gasp just a little. But at that, the kiss deepened. Swiss let out a moan, muffled and soft, and his hands overwhelmed Fox’s breasts. His thumbs rolled over their nipples and they parted their lips in a silent whimper to let him in.

The switch from gentle, romantic even, to just hungry was startling, and the pair became a rush of swiping tongues and hot, swallowed breaths. Swiss left Fox’s mouth with a trail of wet kisses dragging across their jaw and into the crook of their neck, tongue lathing so feverishly it sent a fluttering heat down through Fox’s core. But the Ghoul didn’t stop there and continued to press his lips over their collar bone, licking stripes down their chest until his tongue hooked onto their nipple and- wait, was his tongue forked? Fox tried to take a peek but Swiss grasped them tight and sucked hard, rolling his tongue, and they had to squeeze their thighs together.

With a single finger pressed into the centre of Swiss’ chest, Fox pushed the Ghoul slowly. He was reluctant to pull away, a line of spit trailing from Fox’s breast to his lips. He was breathing hard and staring into Fox’s eyes as he straightened up, head turned in question. He was surprised, confused maybe? But Fox smirked, taking the moment to look him up and down, lingering on the growing tent in his pants. Swiss gasped when Fox reached down between them and ran that single finger along the outline of his bulge. “I wonder,” they began. “If your cock is as pretty as your face.”

Swiss bit his bottom lip. He arched his hips against Fox’s finger, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths. They drew their hand away delicately, eager to tease, and Swiss whined. Fox’s free hand shot to their lips to muffle their snicker- but not too much. It seemed that as much as the Ghoul could dish out the spooking and the provoking, the pushing, the teasing, he could certainly take it just as well. In fact, Fox had more than half a mind to think this had been the goal.

Pretty boy. And for tonight, he was their pretty boy.

Swiss made it obvious what he wanted. He pushed his hips forward needily, his hands sliding around beneath Fox’s robe as a hopeful invitation to move closer. Usually, Fox might have teased him just a little longer, but they thought it only fair to reward him a little for revealing his hand so quickly, so to speak. They replaced the tip of their finger with the flat of their palm, pleased to watch Swiss’ eyes fall shut. He began to grind against them and Fox was surprised that they didn’t even have to move. Once Swiss had that contact, he was happy to take what he could and Fox was happy to let him work himself up even more.

Fox was also surprised at just how well behaved he suddenly was. When they pulled back their hand ever so slightly, his hips stalled. The two of them held eye contact the whole time and it only took one arch of an eyebrow from Fox for Swiss to still completely. He didn’t make much of an effort to hide his disappointment though, which earned him a stern ‘don’t you dare pout at me’ look.

Fox fiddled idly with Swiss’ trouser fastenings until they fell open, and slid their hand under his waistband. His lips parted in a noiseless breath of a moan when they reached his cock, growing fat and hot when they pulled him out and stroked him from tip to base.

This time they really did pull away and shuffled back just a step or two, shrugging off their robe to let it fall to a pile on the floor. Slowly, very slowly, Fox’s eyes wandered down. “Oh,” they sighed with a grin. “I was right.”

Swiss was an obscene sight. He was fully clothed but his cock hung out of the front of his trousers, standing up full and proud and leaking. Not that Fox had taken any real notice before, but he was packing some serious heat and it was not immediately obvious when he wasn’t hard. The thought of him getting worked up around the Ministry, where he wasn’t supposed to, his cock filling out and impossible to hide, made Fox feel very warm.

Their hands came down onto Swiss’ hips and he arched as if he couldn’t help it, but still held patiently. Fox guided him back, taking soft steps in time with him, until he bumped into the edge of the desk. They held his eyes, unbreaking when they sank down to their knees. A brazen smile crossed their lips at the sight of Swiss gaping down at them. Was he always like this, they wondered? When the other Ghouls or the Siblings got down on their knees for him. Was he this patient? They doubted it, but he played it very convincingly. Either way, the Ghoul was doe-eyed and flushed that lovely purple, enjoying every second.

Fox turned their eyes down to Swiss’ dick and they felt that hot ache rush through them. They held their legs together again, trying to relieve some of the pressure. But it wasn’t enough. A hand rushed between their thighs, fingers sliding over their clit with a moan. They bit their lip, not caring how needy they suddenly looked. And oh, how they had needed this. They’d been dutifully avoiding… quality time with themself. They didn’t want to think about why, but they’d never had so much trouble getting out of their own head. Whenever they were alone, alone in their rooms, alone with their thoughts, and that heat came to them, gathering up tight and desperate, they fumbled it. Night after night, they fumbled it. Until they’d given up. It made them feel stupid. Them and their stupid, stupid head listening only to their cunt. They weren’t going to think his damn name, not now and not ever. They didn’t think there was something so tantalising and seductive about him, that the heat, the spite that came off him in swathes wasn’t so intense it drove them a little mad. It shot straight between their legs and they would never forgive their horny brain for wrongfully twisting that hate around into arousal.

But Swiss. Swiss was in front of Fox now, hot and hard, and they needed him. That unabashed lust got pushed aside for a moment when they realised they hoped Swiss hadn’t caught on to it, and wouldn’t tease them for it. Another time- maybe. Another time they’d be happy to have Swiss whisper any manner of degrading filth to them while he pinned them down, railed them until their legs gave out. Another time. But right now, it was Fox’s turn. They put one hand on Swiss’ clothed hip and the other around the base of his cock. The Ghoul tensed slightly under their touch, a wavering breath hissing out of him. Slowly, Fox dragged the very tip of their tongue over Swiss’ sensitive head and collected the fluid that had beaded there. He groaned and his hips arched. Fox in turn moaned wantonly at the taste of him. They weren’t about to tell Swiss just how much they liked this, or how good he tasted, but when they looked up at him through their lashes, he was giving them an almost smug look that told them he already knew.

One inch by one torturously slow inch, Fox took Swiss’ length into their mouth. They savoured every shudder, swallowing him down with greedy ease. Swiss’ mouth was hanging open, breathing hard and just on the edge of moans that he was trying to hold back. Trying and almost failing. When Fox met the hot skin of Swiss’ body, hairs tickling their nose, they couldn’t help but gag around him a little. It only threw more fuel to their own arousal and they were relieved that their free hand was already between their legs, fingers quickly gliding up their dripping cunt, stroking circles around their clit. Swiss’ cock held at the back of their throat and they swallowed again before letting themself move back, lips dragging, spilling slick. But then they felt Swiss’ hands atop their head, his fingers pushing under their hair and running across their scalp. He was trying to pull them in, trying to keep them choking, gagging.

Fox pulled off quickly. Quickly enough to risk giving themself whiplash. They ignored the string of saliva dragging from Swiss’ cock to their wet lips. They ignored the Ghoul’s whines and their hands were around his wrists in a second, pinned to the edge of the desk in another. “Behave,” Fox rasped. Swiss blinked dumbly. “Are you going to behave? Or am I going to have to tie your hands?”

A glimmer sparked in those golden eyes that said he might like that. The way his stomach tensed, the way his cock bobbed, was quite the giveaway too. But Swiss shook his head diligently. “I’ll… be good,” he said, a smile coiling in the corners of his mouth.

Oh, Fox thought and they released his wrists. He liked this game, he wanted to play by the rules. “Finally,” they grumbled sarcastically, taking Swiss back into their mouth in an instant, before he could respond. At least not with words, because he groaned. He groaned low and long, right from his belly.

Fox wasn’t about to get ahead of themself again and decided to really take their time. They weren’t entirely sure whether they were doing it to tease Swiss or to just savour the act. It was probably a bit of both. They dragged their tongue slowly, tauntingly, over every inch they could reach, swirling around his tip just enough to make him tremble. But not enough to make him think they’d grant him any mercy if he tried his hands again. When Swiss started letting noises slip, little pants and strangled gasps, Fox only gave him the tip of their tongue. They traced veins, lapped at his slit until they could draw out those whines from him. Whines he tried to hide behind the knuckles pushed into his mouth.

When they eventually worked his pants off, bit by bit until they laid in a pile around Swiss’ ankles, Fox teased him with the wet heat of their mouth, allowing him only fleeting tastes of the back of their throat and the flat of their tongue. They didn’t pull away and they didn’t stop until their lips were wet with spit and their jaw was aching. They didn’t stop until Swiss was grunting and tensing as he tried not to buck his hips. But, good boy that he was- and as much effort as it took- he somehow managed not to.

Fox brought their hand up and slipped two fingers past their lips, sucking on them and coating them generously. Swiss’ thighs were warm when they slapped them apart with the back of their hand, earning a gasp from him. When Fox reached through his legs, Swiss gasped again. And when their fingers grazed over his hole, he sucked in a very sharp breath followed by an unashamedly lewd moan. While circling his puckering ring, Fox took Swiss’ cock back into their mouth all at once. They wanted to take him in slowly, they tried to, but as their tongue swirled deftly, taking Swiss’ length into their throat and then back again, they were bordering on sloppy. Swiss wasn’t too far behind, clearly fighting to not abandon his good behaviour. Any lapse he allowed himself came out as a series of breathy moans and an eager spreading of his legs, which made Fox hum around him. It took only one more weak grind of his hips, one more desperate whine before Fox slipped a finger inside him. They curled their finger, pumped it in and out of him while searching for that magic spot. Swiss arched his back, and Fox thought he was doing so as much as he was able, but was quickly proven wrong when he doubled back even further with a strained groan. Fox was impressed both by how flexible he was and how he was only beginning to actually lose his resolve now that they had worked up to two fingers pushing deep into him. He was breathing heavily, rolling his hips out to get more, pushing his cock further into Fox’s mouth. He was twitching and pulsing around Fox’s fingers, his stomach muscles tensing and untensing in a delicious display.

Without too much warning, Fox removed their fingers and similarly pulled their mouth away with a soft gasp. They ran the back of their hand over their mouth, mopping up the mess made by their enthusiasm, and finally allowed themself to catch their breath. After a moment, they pushed themself up to their feet. Their fingertips glided up Swiss’ thighs and danced under the hem of his shirt. Swiss shivered at the touch and Fox smiled up at him.

“I thought you were pretty before,” they said, voice low and husky. “But now you’re fucking gorgeous.”

Swiss’ eyes were blown dark, backlit by that ethereal shimmering gold. His bottom lip was red, swollen from where he’d been evidently biting at it, and his skin was sheen with sweat. When Fox looked down between them, they saw just how achingly hard his cock was while it hung heavy and red, dripping from Fox’s mouth. They brought a hand up to Swiss’ warm cheek and he leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut. It was unusually sweet.

“Stay here, pretty boy,” Fox whispered. “You’ve been very good, and I’m going to get a toy for you.” They leaned up and pressed a grazing, teasing kiss to Swiss’ dark lips. He hummed in return and chased the touch with a whimper as Fox pulled away. But they weren’t finished. Their hand snaked up over his back, around the nape of his neck, and they stroked softly, fingers pushing into the back of his hair. It was intoxicating, Swiss turning to putty in their hands. If Fox had known that this is what it would take to get him to behave, they possibly would’ve done it a while ago. Their hand tightened into a fist, quick enough that Swiss would feel the gentle tug, the sting of it. They pulled him down and let their lips touch his ear. “You had better be naked when I get back.” It wasn’t a threat, and it wasn’t harsh, but it wasn’t kind. Fox only released him after they licked a stripe along the shell of Swiss’ pointed ear, lingering long enough to let him swallow down his moan.

Fox paused for only a moment when they crossed the room, mere steps away from the threshold to their bedroom. They looked back over their shoulder at Swiss and saw the Ghoul staring back at them, still as stone. Fox smirked and they almost laughed. They knew Swiss would have liked it if they had. He was waiting. He was waiting so patiently, as if he was nervous to move while their eyes were on him.

They made quick work searching through their room and returned to Swiss in no time with their strap-on, the accompanying harness, and lube in hand. The Ghoul had obediently taken his shirt off and stepped out of his pants, having left the clothes in a somewhat neat pile on the desk chair behind him. Fox really did laugh at that, even letting slip a small ‘aw’. Swiss pushed his chest out slightly, as if to not show off his embarrassment, as if to look brave.

“How considerate of you,” Fox mocked. “Why the sudden change of heart?” They laughed again and it was mean this time. To think that all they had to do to teach him some manners was wrap him around their finger. They couldn’t imagine what he’d do for them when they had him seeing stars. Swiss now looked a little sheepish, with his flushed cheeks and his tail curling around his calf. Fox raised their eyebrows in question, waiting for just a moment for Swiss to speak. He didn’t.

“Do you want me to stop?” they asked.

The smile that crossed Swiss’ lips was no less than wolfish, and it was quite the sudden change in demeanour. He cocked his head and his fangs poked out from behind his lips, the spaded tip of his tail tapping rhythmically against his leg.

“No,” he said.

Fox smiled back, pleased with the both of them, and promptly turned their attention to their strap. They stepped into the harness and focused on fiddling with the fastenings so it sat at their hips snugly. The dick they’d chosen wasn’t obscenely huge, not as intimidating as it could have been if they had been feeling particularly cruel, but it was far from the smallest they had. Swiss was staring at them and Fox wagered he had been doing so this entire time. His lips were parted in quiet need, and it would have been dignified if not for his hands held taught into fists, resisting the urge to stroke his own cock.

Fox took the time to consider Swiss’ body now that they could get a good look at him. And there was no harm in making him wait just a little bit longer. He was a lot bigger than they had expected. Of course, he wasn’t small, but he had seemed so much more slight while he was dressed. He had big, broad shoulders and strong, toned thighs, but a skinny little waist that made Fox want to wrap their arms all the way around him. Swiss’ tail swished behind him, giving away how much he liked the lingering look Fox was giving him. Biting their lip, Fox put a hand on their strap and gave it a few lewd strokes. Swiss matched it with an equally whorish moan.

Fox raised a hand and twirled their finger, giving Swiss a knowing look. That wolfish grin came back in a second and Fox had never seen anyone whip around so fast. He braced himself over the desk and it was clear he was buzzing with palpable excitement.

“Let’s see that ass, pretty boy,” Fox said as they stroked a hand up his back, all but purring at how warm he was. When their palm reached his shoulder, they pushed him down delicately, until his chest met the surface of the table. Fox’s fingers drifted down his spine, skipping over his skin as if hardly touching him at all, until they reached the curve of his ass. They groped, squeezing what meat they could get their hands on before planting a firm slap to his skin. Fox liked watching Swiss jerk under their touch, they liked hearing his groans and watching him spread his legs for them.

“Good boy,” they praised while they tentatively stroked their fingers over his hole again. “Go on. Show me how much you want it.”

Fox teased him, fingers toying, begging to be inside him again. Swiss was holding out, defiantly trying to beat them at their own game. But no matter how he tried to mask it, he was getting desperate, and he pushed back against Fox’s fingers. He arched his hips back, keening. When Fox stopped and tore away any speck of contact from him, he whimpered pathetically, not even trying to hide how distraught he was. But, they didn’t keep away for long. Slowly, Fox got back into their knees and Swiss let out the most unabashedly indulgent moan, the deepest and the most drawn out he had uttered the whole night, and he followed it with a breathless ‘yes’. Fox spread him apart and didn’t waste any time letting him adjust to the feeling before they were dragging their tongue up the back of his balls and over his hole. They didn’t stop there and experimentally licked at the base of Swiss’ tail, holding it to one side gently so it didn’t smack them in the face.

“Oh, shit-” Swiss swore as he jolted and Fox heard the scrape of claws on wood. They paused for a moment to glean whether that was a good swear, but they didn’t have to hope for long as Swiss very quickly pushed his hips back with a fierce grunt. “Keep going,” he hissed.

And that was Fox’s cue to stop playing nice. They gave Swiss’ tail a sharp tug and brought their hand down on his ass- hard. So hard it left a flushed mark on his skin that Fox was quite proud of. “You’ll take what I give you. I thought you were going to behave?”

Swiss grunted again but it came out as a petulant whine.

“If you’re not going to behave, I’m going to tie you to this desk and stick a vibrator in that pretty ass of yours. I’ll make you finish me off with your mouth and then I’m going to leave you here until morning. Understand?”

The room went quiet save for Swiss’ heavy, shuddering breaths. Fox could all but hear him gulp too. The silence dragged for a second too long and so Fox brought their palm down on Swiss’ other ass cheek, harder than the first time. Swiss gasped.

“I need to hear you. Do you understand? Don’t you want to be a good boy?” Fox ran their finger in circles over the rising mark on Swiss’ skin, just enough that he would feel the threatening sting of it.

“I… I understand,” Swiss breathed, chasing it with a soft groan. “I’ll be good.” His head fell forward onto the desk in defeat and he remained still. So still, his legs were wobbling.

Fox sighed dramatically and ran their thumb over the back of Swiss’ thigh. “You’re lucky you’re pretty,” they said through a smirk before leaning back in. Their tongue met Swiss’ tail again, generously exploring what length of it they could reach while their hand stroked up to the tip and back. This wasn’t the first time they’d been in this position, but it was obviously the first they’d fucked someone with an honest-to-Satan tail, and they were enjoying it just as much as Swiss. Who knew it was an erogenous zone? Perhaps Swiss was actually enjoying it just a little bit more, considering that.

Fox gave up on teasing not too long after. They traded it for sinking their tongue back between Swiss cheeks and eating with a fervour that had the Ghoul squirming against their face. Fox knew they didn’t always have a lot to work with, being so small, being mostly made of bones and sharp corners. And they knew they certainly couldn’t compete with the lineup of Ghouls who had undoubtedly been in this position before, with their devilish forked tongues and lustful appetite straight from Hell itself. But what they lacked in equipment, they more than made up for in enthusiasm. When Fox worked their tongue inside Swiss, pushing past his tight ring and diving in as deep as they could go, they had to grasp him hard so they could keep up with the rhythm of his rocking hips. He was grunting into his hands, groaning, gasping for breath. Fox liked everything, but they liked that he wasn’t loud. It was surprising, reserved in a way. As reserved as someone could be with his ass stuck out with a tongue in his hole.

Fox pulled away, a little reluctantly, and they knew they would be red faced from the heat coming off of them. They nipped at the back of Swiss’ thigh when they stood, not entirely ready to let go of the taste of him, and when they were leant over his body, they slid two fingers inside him. Swiss craned his neck back and moaned under his breath while Fox kissed the back of his shoulder.

“I love the noises you make, pretty boy,” they said between lazy kisses. They allowed Swiss to grind onto them, a fact that he seemed entirely grateful for. He rocked his hips back, squirming like he just couldn’t stay still even if he could help it. It was desperate. Quick and bouncing, as if he just knew Fox could take it away any second and he wanted, needed, to feel every inch inside him, needed to feel the stroke on his prostate. Unluckily for him, Fox knew just when to pull back, just when to slide their fingers so they never quite made it. They wondered if they could make Swiss cry if they did this for long enough. They wondered how long they could work him up before he just had to fist his cock, furiously thrust into his hand even though he clearly knew Fox wouldn’t want him to. He had to know- his claws were sunk back in the surface of the desk and he was letting his cock drag on the side of it. Fox was three fingers deep, teasing out those long, stuttering whines from Swiss when they reached over the desk for the bottle of lube.

They knew Swiss was looking back over his shoulder at them while they applied it to their strap. They stroked generously, indulgently, rolling their thumb over the plastic head. Swiss’ eyelids were heavy, eyes dark, and skin flushed all the way down his neck. Fox brushed their fingers over his hole, only just and refusing to sink inside him until he clenched around nothing and grunted in frustration.

“That’s it,” Fox encouraged, and yet still teased. “Moan for me. Is this what you want, hm? You want my cock?”

Swiss’ back arched and he nodded. He let out a noise as if his lips were pinched together tight, trying not to let his pathetic, needy groan escape him.

“I can’t hear you, pretty boy.” Fox cupped the round of Swiss’ ass and they felt the heat of where they’d slapped him before. They felt the Ghoul tense under them, expecting another. But instead, they closed their palm around him and dug their fingers into his skin, pressed their nails into him until he was gasping.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Please.” Swiss looked over at Fox now, grinning wickedly.

“Good boy,” Fox said and Swiss laughed, breathless.

Carefully now, Fox lined up behind Swiss, the slick head of their strap resting flush against his hole. They put a hand on his hip and dragged their thumb from the sharp point of his bone to the soft of his outer thigh. It was funny, really, just how small they were in comparison to him as they stood like this. But the Ghoul was about to let them take him all the same. They pushed their hips forward and Swiss moaned.

His arms were stretched over the desk, his fingers curled around the edge of it like he was gripping on for dear life. The silicone cock slowly disappeared inside of Swiss, every inch filling him out until their thighs meet. Fox let out a slow sigh at the sight of it. They imagined Swiss was so tight around the strap and they realised just how much they had neglected themself when their own cunt ached. They allowed Swiss a moment to catch his breath- they weren’t sure he’d taken a single one in the last few seconds. But only a moment before they started to fuck him.

With a hand tangled up in a knot of Swiss’ dreads, pulling him up so he arched back against them, Fox thrust into him rhythmically. It was gentle at first- hard but considerate- the full length of the strap sliding in and out of the Ghoul. They angled their hips up with focus, concentrating on hitting every sensitive spot inside him one after the other. And when he let out a strangled groan and a trembling swear between gasps, they knew they had him. Fox leant against his back and experimentally grazed their teeth over Swiss’ shoulder. He stuttered and twitched against the heat of Fox’s chest and their hands, his head craning to one side to feel the warm, sweaty skin of their forehead. Swiss’ breath on them was quick and strained with moans, and he all but cried out when Fox’s teeth sank deep into his shoulder. They knew they weren’t working with the fangs Swiss was possibly familiar with, but from the way he jolted and the way he swung his arm over the top of his head to grasp wildly at Fox’s hair, they assumed it was more than enough for him. Fox drove their cock back into Swiss with force, deep and relentless, drowning in his flurry of yes-yes-yes’s.

Their hands didn’t leave Swiss’ hips for not even a second when they pulled out and spun the Ghoul around so he was facing them. He turned clumsily, carefully, as if he was afraid he was going to lose his legs beneath him. “Turn around,” Fox guided, letting Swiss settle back against the desk. Their size difference was even funnier now they were face to face. He felt so much bigger than them, but left breathless and keening, moving any way Fox would make him. His cock was in an even worse state. Heavy, swollen, slick and just begging for friction. “I want to see your pretty face.”

Swiss hummed approvingly and, with Fox’s help, slid up onto the desk. With his knees in their hands, Fox brought his legs up around them and they pushed a gentle hand to his chest to let him lay back. He was so easy to manipulate, so pliant and obedient. “This okay?” Fox asked as they leant over Swiss, wanting to show him a brief softness to reward his own.

“Very,” Swiss said and they both fell into a laugh together. For all of his frights, for how much of a menace he made himself seem, he and Fox came together quite beautifully.

Fox rolled their hips and slid back into Swiss, and the noise he made was truly sinful. His head began to tip back, his eyes flickering. But Fox put a hand to the side of his face and forced his desperate face to meet their own. “No, look at me,” they said. They wanted to see the whites of Swiss’ eyes as they filled him, they wanted to watch his mouth hang open in that gorgeous silent cry. They wanted him to see the look on their face when they made him arch, made him scream.

“Fuck yes,” Fox breathed, thrusts strong and rough and deep. “You’re such a good boy. Such a good boy for letting me fuck you.”

Fox reached between the two of them and wrapped a hand around Swiss’ poor neglected cock. It felt intimate, drawing out every sound, swallowing down his breaths while their eyes held locked together. Swiss reacted with his whole body, every muscle tensing beneath Fox’s weight, his legs pulling them in close and the grind of his own hips frantic.

“Oh- shit. I’m gonna come-” Swiss whined. His hands clawed at Fox’s shoulders, and they hissed at the sting. But they didn’t stop, couldn’t stop now.

“Come for me, baby. I want to see that pretty face when you come.” Fox was angled so with every slam of their hips, they drove their cock into Swiss’ needy hole, and they knew from the way his legs trembled and his breath hitched that they were hitting his prostate every time. Swiss was arched enough that Fox thought he would start rising off the desk any second, and his cock pulsed, kicked in their hand.

Swiss came hard and suddenly. He groaned through gritted teeth, like all the air had been knocked out of him. Fox wasn’t sure he would be able to grind down on them, having been so fucked out and in the throes of bliss that his bones had turned to jelly. So they gave him what he needed- he deserved it- and they fucked him slow, making sure Swiss savoured every drag, every inch. He came over himself, thick ropes hitting his chest with surprising force, dribbling down his sternum and to his stomach. Fox let him ebb, let him melt, let the hot swell of euphoria flow and settle over him.

Swiss collapsed back onto the desk, so worn out that he couldn’t even manage a sigh. Fox was careful when they pulled out, more for their own sake than the Ghoul’s. The muscles in their legs and those running through their stomach were burning, and they were sweating like the whore they were. It was quiet except for their shallow pants and the only movement was their hand scrubbing through their damp hair. Swiss eventually looked down to himself with a curl on his lip. Whether it was a satisfied smile or a grimace at the mess he’d made, Fox wasn’t sure. But he began to push himself up.

“No, no,” Fox said, standing between his parted legs. “Let me.” They bent over without warning and licked a greedy trail up Swiss’ chest with the flat of their tongue, collecting the sticky streaks of come before swallowing them down. His skin was salty sweet, and the taught fluttering of his stomach beneath Fox’s tongue made them laugh against him. They looked up at Swiss through their lashes and saw the Ghoul beaming down at them, his eyes wide.

“You fuck like a Ghoul,” he said all in one breath and Fox huffed. Their strap fell away from their hips with a fiddle of the buckles, and it was quickly placed to one side.

“I hope that’s a compliment,” Fox hummed, distracted for a second by the red marks streaking their skin where the harness was digging into them. But Swiss’ hands were surrounding their hips in an instant and he stood before them, towering, all those jelly bones back in place. Fox suddenly felt their height. Like they were prey.

Swiss nodded, but the way his eyes glinted, the quickness of his breath, Fox realised he wasn’t playing predator here. He was just eager to please. Very eager. The look he was giving them was hungry and it was dark, but now more than ever Fox could see how soft his face was. Doting and delighted. “Let me return the favour,” he whispered, so quiet Fox could barely hear him.

Swiss spun them with no effort at all and Fox squealed. They weren’t even finished making the noise before they were draped over the top of the desk, and the squeal fell into a moan when Swiss’ head came down between their legs. They were so wet at this point that their thighs were smeared with their arousal and their cunt throbbed, aching for relief. Fox had been happy to see to Swiss, make him come undone under their fingertips, but as soon as they felt his tongue lapping at their wet heat, they unravelled completely. They threw their hands over their face as they became a mess of stuttering and swears, so very grateful for once that Swiss was being wonderfully ruthless. Just as Fox was convinced of Swiss’ determination to make them come from his tongue alone, he curled two fingers inside them, and they howled against their palms. Unlike Swiss, Fox was very vocal and they repeated the words they never thought would even cross their mind when it came to Swiss’ antics-

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waheelawhisperer · 2 years

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Somewhat inspired by the whislash post.

Whats your ranking for operators you are most definetely absouletely not horny about?

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Oh, boy. I had to think about this one for a bit. Not to figure out who I should rank, but to figure out precisely where they belong. Fortunately, there's a cool sorter tool here that helped me out a bit.

I'll be ranking the operators based solely on the primary factors that would never, ever make a good Christian boy like me horny in any way, which means things like appearance, voice, personality, characterization, etc. will be important, while I'll mostly pass over things like gameplay value or role in the narrative unless they somehow tie in with the other factors I mentioned. I'll also only be ranking playable operators, because that's what the question asked for and this will probably be long enough as it is.

Nearl: Margaret Nearl tops (heh) this list because there is absolutely no way anything about a tall assertive busty blonde onee-san-type with a kind and caring personality, the resolve to fight for her cause despite all the opposition, a deep, sexy voice, and the combat skills to tear armed men apart with her bare hands could ever make a pure young man like me want to dick her down on my kitchen table.

Siege: Siege was actually the reason I got into Arknights. One of my friends baited me in by calling her Saber Lion, which worked well enough that I rerolled like 20 times for her. She was my first pot 6 operator, my first E2, and my first M9 90. She was first on my list for the longest time as well, but then Hypergryph released Near Light and Lowlight personally flew to Texas to hit me in the face with the "HORSE HOT" stick and then continued beating the shit out of me while I lay on the ground in agony. I like Siege for reasons similar to Margaret, but she also comes with a punk aesthetic and that deliciously wild and messy ponytail. Her operator files describe her combat style as "fierce and sometimes reckless", which is nice because feral women make my neurons activate. I will never accept "Vina" over "Verna" as the official translation of her name, though. Fuckin Altria shit all over again.

Schwarz: If I were the type of filthy degenerate who wanted to be dominated by a woman (I am, of course, not a degenerate of any type), Schwarz would be very high on my list of candidates. I like her voice, her outfits, her color scheme, those golden eyes that pierce right through me, the cold, stoic personality with just a hint of warmth and kindness that can be drawn out if you put in the work and dig deep enough... Also, she's a total badass who can take on dudes like Hellagur. I like badasses, and I was a big fan of her scenes in her event and the Rainbow 6 crossover.

Gladiia: Tall fish mommy tall fish mommy tall fish mommy tall fish mommy. Lady Maria is my favorite Bloodborne Character and Gladiia is basically Fish Maria, so like... she was a hit the moment I saw her design. I want her to lecture me for my mistakes and then praise me when I fix them. Tall, regal, warrior-types utterly destroy me.

Hoshiguma: In awe at the size of this lass. As a proud short king, I feel a natural attraction to tall queens, and Hoshi is as tall as tall queens get in Arknights. She also has sick abs, a huge rack, a nice voice, a kind, caring, laid-back personality that nonetheless does not prevent her from fucking people up when given sufficient reason to, and one of my favorite aesthetics in Arknights. As I am not a pathetic wretch tormented by unholy lusts, women in leather (and particularly leather pants and jackets) have no effect on me whatsoever, but I admit that I appreciate Hoshiguma's looks regardless. Also, women on motorcycles are very, very cool. Being a cop is an unfortunate downside, but I'm willing to graciously look past that.

Skadi: Didi Didi Didi Didi Didi! Long, flowing hair, a nice hat, nicer booba, and deep care for others hidden behind a stoic exterior make Skadi very appealing. A great shortcut to getting me to like a character is giving them a cool hat, and the Abyssal Hunters deliver in spades. I also really like her no thoughts head empty approach to life, it has some great comedy moments. Skadi's not stupid, she's just so freaking good at violence that she defaults to it even when it's not the ideal solution to a problem.

Whislash: I WANNA BE IN THE CAVALRY WHEN THEY SEND ME OFF TO WAR! Margaret edges out her Auntie because something about her Guard form's art makes her look incredibly handsome and I like her personality more, but Whislash is still great - busty blonde onee-san-type with an assertive personality that's really sweet underneath it all. I wonder if y'all have figured out how I feel about strong women yet. Sadly, she lacks her niece's healing Arts, meaning that unlike Margaret, once she claws my back to shreds, she can't just fix it up. Alas.

Blaze: Tall busty boisterous onee-san-type, likes fighting and drinking and having lots of fun. I'm shy and introverted and not particularly socially adept, so someone willing to coax me out of my shell and help me get out of my comfort zone in ways I wouldn't normally is automatically attractive. On top of that, Blaze is a sweetie and very dedicated to making the world a better place for the Infected, and I love that kind of conviction and drive.

Saria: Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Like Schwarz but less gentle, somehow. Funnily enough, Saria didn't quite slam me in the face with her attractiveness until her Law skin released and hammered me directly in my weakness for military/pseudomilitary uniforms. Nice voice, same type of kindness hidden beneath coldness as several others on this list, HUGE dommy mommy vibes, and incredible combat skill would make my heart beat faster if I were the type of disgusting pig who felt those sorts of things.

Gavial: I don't know what it is, but I've always thought that Gavial's art is really pretty, to the point that I was more excited about getting her than I was about getting a Medic that wasn't Hibiscus when I got her from the credit shop, and then the Great Chief Returns event decided to make the croc hotter. I like her voice, thin tails are the best, and I am very appreciative of sporty girls. It's hard to get sportier than Miss "I will defeat Nian in a rock climbing contest to get her medical data" Gavial.

Bagpipe: Bagpipe was pretty enough as it was, but then her race queen skin dropped and she somehow got hotter. I am very weak to dragon girls, even more so if they have big boobs and super strength, and the combination of Bagpipe's codename and her origins as a farm girl is a wellspring of innuendo and double entendre. Truly a gift to the type of man I most certainly am not. As a bonus, the fact that she grew up a country girl means she's likely to be aroused instead of weirded out when I tell her about my massive gun collection (women are frequently aroused when I talk, of course, but somehow they don't usually respond positively to information about my extensive home armory or the survivalist compound I built in the Texas backcountry) and enjoy driving down dirt roads in my lifted pickup truck (complete with truck nuts!).

Ch'en: Honestly, I thought Ch'en was a bit of a bitch early on, but she got some really fantastic character depth and development that took her from unironically annoying to someone whose scolding would give me an erection if I had not transcended beyond the need for such things through the power of prayer and meditation. Female Tourist C's design was fantastic and I think it's really funny that Miss Super Serious Police Lady has always gone around in short shorts. It's like her power level goes down if her thighs are covered... not that I'm complaining. While her Sniper form's E2 art does make her look a bit like bluer Blaze, she still looks fantastic and I'm a huge fan of the way Arknights has portrayed her character growth and struggles. Great voice, too. Mmm... Wanna pull her hair. Just a little.

Texas: Wolfgirls make me howl, or would if I were susceptible to desire. Wolves have always been my favorite animal, and I'm also a pretty big fan of girls, so combining the two is a recipe for success. I like Texas in particular both because of her name and because she's really, really pretty. I love the red undertones or whatever they are in her hair in her E2 art. Also, they just gave her a skin that made her hotter.

Indra: Feral punchtiger. Love the fact that they weren't afraid to give her scars. She's a warrior through and through. Strong, tough, confident, fantastic aesthetic, incredibly loyal and loving (to the point where her profile states that she exemplifies the spirit of chivalry better than many of the actual knights of Kazimierz), friendly and affectionate... Yeah, Indra's great. So is her voice.

Lappland: Also feral and wild. Good voice, skilled in combat, nice aesthetic. Really interested in learning about her backstory with Texas. I want her to bite me. I want to bite her back.

Meteorite: Tall, blonde, busty... Have y'all figured out my type yet? She also looks really, really gorgeous in her skin's art.

Horn: Blonde Blaze and also a wolfgirl. If I hadn't previously attained full control over my flesh cage's hormones, she would send them into overdrive. Awoo.

Mostima: I have a hard time explaining why I like Mostima so much, to be honest. To start with, she's gorgeous. I also like seeing the way her relationship with the Doctor develops in her talk lines. I am very fond of slowly thawing ice queens.

Surtr: I like redheads. I like them a lot. Unfortunately, Surtr is carried almost purely by her design, because her personality and characterization isn't much to write home about. Luckily for her, being a redheaded devil girl gains her a lot of ground as it is.

Mudrock: She's six feet tall and jacked, idc what her profile says. She's very pretty, but also very weird. Since I'm also a bit of a weirdo, I have a soft spot for her, and I respect the hell out of her commitment to fighting for the Infected.

Saileach: Based on everything else I've said so far, I have absolutely no idea why Dragon Jeanne D'Arc would appeal to me. None whatsoever. /s

Provence: Wolfgirl with a sweet personality, 2 nice skins, and a big fluffy tail. Her environmentalist convictions make a very interesting character trait since that's an important issue to me as well. She also likes cleaning, apparently, which is great because I fucking hate cleaning but am happy to do other things like cook and carry shopping bags on Provence's frequent shopping trips.

Specter: Feral shark. Provides emotional support and also buzzsaw. Has nice tits and a nicer hat. I love the way her sane version is so boisterous and ready for a brawl. Not the biggest fan of her canonical foul mouth because I was taught not to ever, ever curse as a child (guess how well that worked) and still have an involuntary emotional reaction to being bombarded with profanity. Still think Specter's great though, and is absolutely the fun kind of unhinged.

Franka: Franka be thicc. She's cute, fun-loving, and one of the better parts of the early story chapters.

Liskarm: Also one of the better parts of the early story chapters. Liskarm is cute and I like her dynamic with Franka.

Swire: Endearing rich dork. Swire is very pretty and a sweetie at heart. I'm a sucker for her stockings.

Gitano: Pretty deer pretty deer pretty deer. She was one of my early casters and I have a certain fondness for her, and also just think she looks fantastic in her art.

Dobermann: Tough, stoic hardass instructor who nevertheless cares deeply, who will push me to be my best without ever pushing me beyond my limits? Yes, please. Also, she has a whip, shows her midriff, and her skin would make me want her to step on me even more if I were into that sort of thing. Tl;dr I'm gonna make Dobermann a Dobermomm.

Gravel: Very cute, would kill for me, and gives kissies. What else could I need?

W: Great tits, gives off serious "dommy mommy" vibes and equally serious "obnoxious little shit that needs to be put in her place" vibes. Schrodinger's Sarkaz.

Meteor: Horse MILF with nice abs. Very pretty.

Shining: Demon MILF with nice tits. Very pretty. Also love the way she's a total badass and yet has chosen to be a healer, along with the way she just kinda... kept showing up in the Kazimierz arc and everyone was like "oh fuck oh shit we gotta get out of here" and Shining's just like ":)"

Eunectes: Not actually the biggest fan of Zumama's base art, but her her skin... whoa, boy. Whoever designed that one is extremely cultured and intelligent.

Ling: The Sui sisters are all very attractive, but they're further down on my list than some others because I don't think I'd be particularly compatible with any of them in terms of personality. Dusk is too reclusive even for me, Ling has issues with alcohol, and Nian is just a bit of a brat. Unfortunately, the fact that Ling is fantastically gorgeous is not enough to overcome my intense distaste for alcohol and drunkenness.

Dusk: See above with Ling. Dusk is very pretty, but I have enough trouble forcing myself to get out of my room and go do things as it is. Dating Dusk would mean spending my entire life as a shut-in.

Nian: Nian would fucking pour ghost pepper sauce down my throat while I was sleeping.

Kal'tsit: I used to just find Kal'tsit annoying, but then A Walk in the Dust came around and she was blessed with three new outfits, so now she's both hot and annoying and I have to reconcile the fact that she looks ridiculously sexy in all three of them with the fact that my brain immediately starts playing phone line hold music on loop every time she opens her mouth.

Robin: Something about Robin arouses my protective instincts. I want to hug her and cuddle her and tell her that everything will be okay.

Quercus: Thicc kitty.

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Honorable Mentions:

Mountain: While I don't personally want to fuck Mountain, his art makes it very clear that someone did. Man's got forearms the size of my torso idek how he bends his arms. Dude is literally just muscle. Either his artist or whoever gave his artist directions really wanted to just get fuckin railed by the Frosted Flakes mascot.

Jessica: I'm not normally as attracted to the retiring types as I am to the bolder ladies, but less assertive girls are great too. Jessica is stacked, sweet, and shy, and I could use a sugar mama because the company that rents my apartment to me seems to believe its sole purpose is to suck money out of my bank account like some kind of oversized leech.

Hellagur: Hellagur's a very pretty man, and I love the way he's kind, wise, mischievous, and badass at the same time. Would definitely go down on him, just gotta say "no homo" first, cuz otherwise it'd be gay.

Skyfire: Furry Rin.

SilverAsh: He's pretty and so obviously horny for the Doctor that I can't help but want to give him sloppy toppy in return.

Beanstalk: Beanstalk's too petite for my normal tastes but she makes it on this list anyway specifically so I can make inappropriate "professional breeder" jokes.

Pramanix: Pramanix seems very soft and cuddly. I want to hug her.

Sideroca: Massive mommy milkers. Moo.

Broca: I am currently trying my best to lick his abs. I said "no homo" first tho, so we good.

Blemishine: I'm not actually convinced she's legal, and some of the information we've gotten previously leaves me with a sneaking suspicion she is specifically not.

Utage: Her (swimsuit) design is objectively extremely horny, but high schoolers are a bit below my preferred age range.

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