#concubine thots

[writefightandflightclub]

Suddenly got hit by the thought of Leto taking his sweet time eating his cum out of you after fucking you over and over for hours…

Um. Excuse me? Ok. Um. Help?! Like. My God. Um. Yes?!

(Thank you for this delicious thot, Erika, and please accept this hastily scrawled offering in return for your kindness in sharing this 😝🧡 Also sorry for typos or incoherence. Wrote this in a haze and I’m about to go to bed so no time to proof!)

P.s. I’m keen to write more for the Duke atm so anyone (18+ ofc) feel free to hit me up with requests 🧡

Word count: 1.1k ish

Warnings: SMUT: oral, cum-eating (lots) 18+ only, Minors DNI

Plenty: (Duke Leto Atreides x fem!reader)

You’re sure his tongue is tracing the shape of the Caladan coastline as it shivers through your folds, pleasure blooming through your core like the surge of waves into your deepest coves.

You cry out, clamping your own hand over your mouth to quiet yourself, the sound digressing to something muffled against the palm of your hand.

You feel Leto chuckle warmly against your cunt, before sucking a puckered kiss over your clit. “What is the use of a palace so grand as this if my concubine cannot make noise, hmm? Who is it that will hear you, all this way from the halls?”

“The guards, perhaps.”

“Let them hear you.”

Your breaths grow ragged as he works at your folds with his tongue. “I think they have already heard plenty from me for today, my Lord.” Leto knows well how to please you. Perhaps he does not care as to who knows it.

“There’s no such thing as ‘plenty’ when it involves you, my dove.”

He must believe that, for all day he has not tired of you. All day he has bred you, filling you over and over with his seed until you were full of him. Until, when he shoved inside of you with his throbbing cock, his own release was forced out around him, coating your thighs, his balls, his abdomen, the silken sheets - both your writhing bodies.

And, now that you have finally drained him dry, he settles himself over your sensitive cunt, his tongue laving the apex of your thighs, licking up his own spend.

He huffs his warm breath against your folds again as he adjusts, settling his head more squarely between your thighs. Your legs are folded back towards your chest by the firm press of his warm, broad palms, your Duke laid out on his front - in an undignified manner, quite unbefitting a man of his position.

You take pride in it. In him. At stately functions you have gossiped with other concubines - or, rather, have allowed them to gossip in your presence, as that would be unbecoming of your position. You’ve heard them tell that their Lords are more than content for their concubines to sink to their knees in service, but that the equivalent act is never bestowed in their favour.

And then, there’s your beautiful Leto.

You could count out whole calendar months against the time he’s spent between your thighs, and you know you are endlessly lucky to be at his service, when he gives you so much in return.

Indeed, you moan as his tongue probes greedily at your sensitive, fucked-open entrance, humming as his lips and beard glide over the mess he’s made of you. “Leto,” you gasp, as you realise he must mean to suck you clean of him.

He hums and you hear him swallow, the idea of him tasting himself sending a wild, throbbing want to your over-worked clit.

You throw your head back on to the propped stack of pillows he’d arranged you on when, moments ago, you had grown limp and boneless through your earth-shaking release. Your body positioned so that his seed must be gradually eking out of you, you now realise; taking a slow, honeyed surge down to his wanting lips.

You lick your own lips, imagining the moreish salt-tang of him, and once again pleasure crests as his tongue shivers through your folds. His ministrations dance over you in a gentle, teasing pattern; then, he flattens his tongue, licking a hot, greedy stripe along the full length of your throbbing slit.

Even the air is full of sex, just like you are, the room salted like the sea, a rousing musk which fills your lungs and makes you think of home.

You whimper, clamping your hands either side of his head, twisting your fingers into the regal, grizzled waves which undulate between the slack grasp of your fingers. You know not whether you mean to pull him closer or to push him away, but in the end you do neither, instead bucking your arousal up and into his mouth, grinding your heat against his beard and chin and nose until he is coated - a mess of your juices and his own seed as though he is the shore now, and you the dragged, liquid tide coursing over his stony face.

Leto does not complain, however. Instead, when you look back down to him his eyes are glinting wickedly - like black stones winking out of rock-pools. He hums into your heat, the sound low and drawn-out; sending vibrations singing through your core and reminding you you are empty of him.

“Leto!” you squeal suddenly as he swirls his tongue against you, flicking and thudding against your clit. Using all the power and finesse in his lips and tongue to stake his compelling argument.

You grow breathless, an impossible pleasure building as he writhes his tongue along your sensitive folds, meticulously cleaning every last drop of him from you.

“Do you like to taste yourself, my Lord?” you ask as a warm heat blooms right through your middle.

“I like to taste how full I made you, my dove. I like to taste how many times I claimed you as my own.”

From his position, you watch crinkles radiate out from around his eyes as he looks up at you - with a wicked amusement at the growing state of you, already a mess and about to become further undone. Then, he resumes his focus, his proud nose nudging against your clit as he sinks back towards your entrance.

The blooming pleasure makes you clamp down on nothing, empty of him, squeezing more of his seed out of you. You feel it trickle out of you, moments before it is met eagerly by Leto’s lips and tongue. You shiver as you feel the pleasant scrape of his drenched, coated beard, flattened to his shapely chin as he laps up every drop.

He grunts, pushing your thighs further back, opening you up to him further, and, as his tongue curls and slides and probes against you just the way you like, you fist your hands into the sheets in desperation. “Leto! My Lord! What do you mean to do to me?” You can barely take it, so overcome with pleasure already. “Do you mean to clean up every drop?!”

He chuckles warmly, a sound only you are ever privy to. He grips your thighs to manoeuvre them downward, settling them either side of his ears for your comfort. Allowing him to twist and to plant a delicate kiss to your inner thigh.

“I plan to keep going until I can only taste you, my love,” he rasps into your skin, and his words cause your eyes to roll skyward once more.

Leto dips his eager mouth towards your cunt once more too, entirely unrelenting.

You interpret that you are going to be here for some time at his service; but that suits you just fine.

When it comes to Leto - and his supple tongue - there’s no such thing as plenty. Never such a thing as enough or too much.

He shoves his tongue inside of you, finally through with his teasing, it appears. Indeed, the benevolent Duke finally grants you a consistent pace and motion, carrying you forcefully skyward as your pleasure lifts - like a hawk tossed aloft by the graze of the wind under its wings.

And, this time, when you come undone, you do make enough noise to befit a palace of this size.

In fact, by the time your Duke is done with you - which won’t be for some time - they may even have heard your gracious, lilting moans from all the way down in the halls.

[weatherman667]

Farming Life In Another World has the sheer tenacity to not become a harem anime.

And I mean, balls of mythril it takes.

Not only is it an anime primarily focused on one guy with a bunch of hot fantasy women, but the world also assumes it's going to be a harem.

Many of the characters are noble women, sent there to turn them into concubines to protect the relationship with the farm.

There is a small army of Elven women, refugees from a village that was destroyed. They often look him in the eyes and talk about how much they want to repopulate.

Many of the women sent to the village assume it's to be used as his playthings.

Nevermind the army of maids that seem to think it's their job.

Instead, it has one encounter directly hinted at, and adheres to it.

Just think about it, would you have the balls to see a large group of hot Elven women constantly looking you in the eyes and talking about repopulating, and NOT helping them?

It's up there with Batman thot patrolling Wonder Woman.

[dukeoftheblackstar]

vamp boba thots? :D

Vampires are the ultimate Sugar Daddy and I'm beyond willing to fight anybody who disagrees.

You no longer want to be a basic bitch who works a bajillion hours a day, buy shit you don't need (yes bestie, close that tab right now it's for your own good), whine about being broke, and cry while you contemplate on either living off coffee or wine. You want that good shit.

And by good shit, you want old money. Because bestie, old money is eternal. It doesn't just get you in clubs and VIP passes, it gets you in that exclusive room full of old men whose pockets run deeper than the bags on your eyes (: Some probable illuminati bullshit because these men don't die, they just stay old and rich.

If it pleases the court, Count Blah Blah, Boba VampBoba!

NSFW under cut. Lazy writing.

blood mention and vampire stuff idk

death mention and more vampire stuff idk

MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICES.

You're old enough to fuck and yet here you are, making horrible choices for yourself because you saw something shiny on the internet and decided to buy it. Thus, leaving your broke ass self daydreaming that a Sugar Daddy would just take you away.

But you know, you don't actually want the DADDY, you just want the SUGAR.

And by SUGAR I mean that sexy, black, business card DADDY lets you play with while he sits on his chair talking about stocks and other shit that that just screams money. You think they're all the same so you just swipe, dress pretty, act dumb and make excuses to not touch old dick because only money matters.

You obviously made the wrong choice because bestie, dick matters too D:

QUID PRO QUO.

We'll just get right into it because Count Boba Fett does not have time for your foolishness.

He doesn't appreciate the filth you bring to his good name. You get what you give and clearly, you're not giving much.

You can't expect to blow his money without blowing dick hun, that's just the law. It don't matter if he has concubines left and right, if he calls for you, you answer.

HEAD.

So head, right? He wants you on your knees slobbing on his knob like it's the 24th century BC where blow jobs were discovered. He wants you to explore and revel on that dick like it's your only saving grace because bestie, he's no merciful god. He can destroy you as much as he can destroy that punani.

He likes your mouth wide open. Goes absolutely berserk when you run your tongue along the fangs you now have while he sits on his throne rubbing one out.

If he's feeling generous, he'd not only wipe his pre-cum on your lips, but trace those dangerously sharp fangs with the tip of his cock. If he's in a good mood, he'd wipe it on your tongue.

But no make mistake, the count is not a very nice man. He old, he cranky.

You're not allowed to close your mouth unless he says so. He wants your tongue drip with saliva and his cum while you wait for his command. And if he's feeling extra frisky, he'd have you do a pre-meal on an unsuspecting victim so it's a hot pool of blood, saliva, and cum.

If you so ever move your mouth to close, the Count won't hesitate to give you a proper slap. Along the lines of:

"Now what did I say about keeping that mouth open, hmm?" He'd hmm the shit out of it while he whacks your chin and cheek with a slickened, hard, cock. He won't be soft on it either, you're gonna feel it rattle your jaw and hear him hiss because he might have whacked you with his raging erection a little too hard.

DO NOT BE FRIGHTENED, PRECIOUS BABY GIRL BECAUSE HE CAN BE GENTLE TOO.

And by gentle, I mean he'd massage your cheeks with your mouth open so when you're ready to be blessed by this fanged lord of darkness and bats (maybe he likes bats idk), you won't pop drop and lock it on his god-tier dick.

Hand on top of your heard with fingers under stray locks of hair. A tender graze before pulling your hair back so you'd look at him and wince because miss'ma'am, nothing on your face will ever look good than a rundown mascara with tears on your cheek after he dick fucks your mouth so deep you felt death for 0.03 seconds.

He also values the glow of your skin and what's better than nature's natural moisturizing properties? Cum of course. Best you remember bestie, we want that glow up ;) not throw up ♥

He likes to cum on your face, all over. Having you desperately lick where your tongue can reach because he's not about to down you in cum after prodding your throat like that because you're a princess and you deserve to call his name when he's ready for that cute lil P ♥.

SHOULDERS.

The Count is a bit of a clean freak sometimes and doesn't want making a mess of himself. Here's where you come in, huntie ♥ You make the mess for the count because he is not about hat life of buying you a Rolls Royce without something in return.

So there you are, sitting on the balcony fences with your knees spread and your ass barely supporting your weight. One wrong move and you fall to your death. But not to worry fam, I gotchu ♥

Boba's right behind you in full support as he just stands there with his chin on your shoulder and his breath hot against your ear.

He tells you to spread your knees wider and if you ever buckle and close them, he'll throw you off to your death.

Dangerous man, our count is. YUM. Like sir? Pls dick me down before you throw me to my death, am I right, bestie? Yes. Deffo. Now stfu and let the man work.

Mindful of the sharpened nails, he has his fingers over your panties in an excruciatingly slow motion. Tracing every curve of your now soaked lips, pressing, tapping, and flicking that precious bean through the cloth.

He'll probably do some stupid shit like lick the the side of your neck and nibble on your tongue, prodding you through the cloth.

He has a shoulder kink. He'd bite your shoulder. That's it. Idk what you're expecting but he will bite your shoulder. Maybe kiss it, lick it, leave a hickey, idk what to tell you babe.

NECKS. Total Vampire Kink, I tell you.

He'd grab you on the back of your neck and pull you to him, turning you to face him for the lulz. He doesn't need a reason, bestie. He'd do that shit while you're reading a book just so you could suck him off while he reads the morning paper, he don't care.

He'd run his fingers through the back of your neck slow and barely touching the skin. It's the only thing saving you from -- Oh shit, well no. He'd do that and THEN grab a handful of your hair and force you into a very steamy, tongue-tied, fang licking kiss until you beg him to to stop by pushing him off because he about to suck the life out of you.

As a very concerned citizen, please take swimming lessons and extended breath concentration lessons.

On lazy days, he wants to just rub his face all over the back of your neck, the sides, all over you neck. Like bitch, he didn't buy you 1283891273812937 perfume to let it go to waste.

He'd bite you. Sometimes love bites, sometimes hate bites because you should not be that cute of a baby girl when he's in meeting with other dignified vampires.

Sometimes he'd just bite you to taste your blood again. Then let it rain blood and you two can just roll into the blood bath and make out that scene in Heart Shaped Glasses by Marilyn Manson (shits hot for me)

I would say knees and toes here, but I got nothing. Sorry fam, dumb brain. I also need to know more about Vampires (:

For you @kimiheartblade

[sarahscribbles]

How do you think Loki lost his virginity?

Ooooh good question!

I’m thinking Loki and Thor were both massive playboys in their teens/twenties, and obviously had their pick of partners being princes.

I can see Loki not wanting any attachment, especially from his first time, so I’m thinking he either went to a brothel or used a concubine. I think he would have been the submissive partner and given up control to feel his pleasure.

Or, maybe when both princes reached certain age, they were presented with a “gift” to help them explore their needs.

(And I think I feel a fic coming on 👀)

Thots?

@the-lady-amphitrite @cake-writes @muddyorbsblr @fictive-sl0th @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @lokisgoodgirl @holymultiplefandomsbatman @joyful-enchantress

[connorsui]

I REGRET NOT COMING TO THE PARTY EARLIER CUZ THIS MAN IS SO FUCKING HOTTTTT 🩷🩷😩😩 like I don't want to hear debates ..or how insanely chaotic my thots are that I need a psychologist to historically summarize my brain in a single chapter on a book for college courses 🧍🏻‍♀️ ...

Ever since I let my neurons connect from watching this man for the very first time ...it was like nobody existed ..like I would let him do things to me that should be considered torturous to humanity 🤡

And I wouldn't complain ...I will happily be a pocket concubine for him 🩷

The knife scene …

[palabasa]

cannae believe concubine walkthrough is already over!!!!! 😭😭😭 i wasn't able to gush about it much on here but i'll try to post a couple of thots abt the final chapters and author's note

maybe i can even do a reread liveblog from start to finish...

[putseraphinaonthaphone]

UNDERRATED KINGS EDITION | Nerds With The Fattest Dicks HCs

cw// *graphic* descriptions of fat cocks and the nerd boys they belong to

@vilbabywrites this is your fault for making me SIMP at 3 IN THE AFTERNOON

Tenya Iida

Quickest quirk + endurance training = he's able to use his very fat dick to reduce you to a babbling over stimulated mess

He's always so polite about stretching you out, thick fingers getting you ready for an even thicker dick, first one, then three (because even he gets a bit impatient, but it's not technically cheating right?)

even when you're whining and begging for him to hurry up, put it in me, please

I think he'd keep his pubes trimmed and neat, and he got the heaviest fucking balls that slap against your ass when he's trying his best not to fuck you too hard (baby boy got powerful thighs that can fuck you through a wall if he's not careful)

FAT TIP, that makes you feel like you're already stretched to wide when he pushes into you for the first time

VEINS, mans has so much stress he needs to work out his cock is red and aching in seconds and every time it takes him by surprise how much he needs you

Shower not a grower, which makes cuddling interesting cause how can you NOT grind back on it?? It's there?? BEGGING TO BE FUCKED?

Sitting on his lap, same thing, you're unable to focus on anything but feel the thickness of him pressing into your ass

Remember how he gets hard at the drop of a hat?

Y'all end up zooming back to his room to take care of his unhideable problem more often than not

Shouji Mezou

CAPTAIN HOOK

The curve, y'all. THE CURVE

Everytime you and Shouji get naked together you can't help but get wet at the sight of him, because it curves up just right to hit your spot every time he bottoms out inside you

He discovers he has a size kink because you, you realize you're a fucking size queen because of him

The bump in your belly when he actually fucks you is a rare sight that makes both of y'all horny as hell (that was the night you realized, with the BUCKETS of cum leaking out of you, you might need some stronger birth control)

He usually shaves bare, but you think his white pubes are so adorable that you compromise on trimming instead of shaving (you both enjoyed the blowjob where you showed off the deepthroating skills you practiced so you could swallow his cock to the base of wiry white hairs that tickled your nose)

Look... the mans is made to breed, him and Iida (and Deku) have the biggest balls in the class, literally

Another shower, he thinks it's weirdly adorable that you can and have fallen asleep while keeping his soft cock warm in your mouth, breathing through your nose and resting your head on his thick thigh

Your oral obsession is fully satisfied with his balls or his dick or his fingers in your mouth

Tokoyami Fumikage

G R O W E R

you thinks it's sweet until y'all an hour deep into a makeout session with low emo music playing in the background, and then you're faced with a pierced cock that wants nothing more than to split you open

jacob's ladder and a frenulum barbell, which has you cumming just from him using your wetness to lube himself up, the metal bumping against your clit again and again

he's so sweet about it, telling you he'll take care of you and make you feel good

by which he means you're going to squirt before he's even inside you to make sure you're wet enough

his sheets are black so you don't have to be too embarrassed by the mess he demands y'all make every time

Dark Shadow loves to be the peanut gallery whenever y'all are intimate, yellow eyes noticing every twitch and moan and reaction you wish you could hide-- gathering all the intel needed to be able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument

His favorite way of telling you he's gonna destroy your guts is by sending Dark Shadow across the room to whisper in your ear

"Ready to sing for us tonight, nightingale?"

[roanniom]

Center of the Universe

Kylo Ren x Femme Empress!Reader

Summary: You walk in on Vicrul taking his pleasure from his concubine and it awakens a need in you you’ve never known. Kylo senses this need and it awakens something in him, too.

Note: Sorry for this lol. It is born of 2 glasses of wine last night and a thot at 2:30am. I have no excuses.

Warning: NSFW, voyeurism, PIV sex, pillow humping (I don’t see it as dub-con because in my fantasy this is like a willing concubine situation, but if that kind of thing is triggering, please do what is best for you)

Emperor Kylo Ren rules the galaxy with an iron fist and an absence of mercy. That which he wants, he takes, and that which he does not want, he extinguishes from existence. Absolute power has always been his ultimate goal.

At least it was. Until he met you.

You, the empress of not only the galaxy but of his mind, body, and soul as well.

He doesn’t like to leave you wanting, but sometimes that cannot be helped. Not when he’s got a galaxy to rule and you want him all of the time. You would never make your displeasure known - not when he is so good to you in the time he dedicates to your satisfaction. But it is why you find yourself wandering the corridors of the ship now, hoping to find him and seduce him into taking the rest of the day off to focus on you and you alone.

You find yourself drawn to the wing belonging to the Knights of Ren. Perhaps Kylo is in their training room. What you aren’t prepared for is the rhythmic slap of skin on skin that greets your ears just before you cross over the threshold into their main common area.

Peering around the door you take in the sight of Vicrul, Kylo’s favorite - and your favorite, if you’re being honest - knight. Sweaty and flexed in all his naked glory plunging himself into and out of a woman who you recognize as his new concubine. Kylo had graciously allowed each of the knights to bring a concubine onto the ship, officially for tension release purposes which would make them more effective in battle. (You knew however, deep down, that your emperor also generously sought to provide his men with companionship.)

You’d seen Vicrul’s concubine around on the ship, usually with eyes averted and body clothed in layers and layers of her planet’s lush fabric. You’d always vaguely thought her pretty, in that offhand thoughtless way you often thought a servant kind or capable.

But here. Here the woman is glorious. Unclothed and bared, her delicious curves ripple with the strength of each of Vicrul’s thrusts. Your eyes focus on the place where Vicrul’s member disappears into her body. You’ve always found this particular knight sexually attractive, but you’d never let it register to much in your mind. If Kylo ever noticed that thought, he would eviscerate Vicrul on the spot, and your feelings were never quite worth the hassle of that inevitable ordeal.

But his concubine. Her breast bounce freely and your hands itch to grasp them. Her lips part in a gasp and your mouth wishes to taste them. The way her hands fist furtively in the pooled fabric beneath her does wild things to you, exacerbating the pooling heat between your thighs. An urgency takes over you and you make a swift exit, retreating back to your quarters as the rutting couple continues on, none the wiser.

In your quarters you straddle a pillow and mimic the way that Vicrul had thrusted into his concubine. You picture her beneath you, wide eyed and writhing and jiggling and breathless.

As your own pleasure mounts you whisper low into the empty room, trying to capture the essence of the way Vicrul was speaking to her. Saying things about how well she’s taking you. How wet and needy she is for you and oh…oh…

~*~

Kylo senses a disturbance in the force suddenly, feeling ripples of energy waft towards him from your shared quarters in spite of the fact that he is in his war room on the other side of the ship. He’s almost instantly aroused, sensing the familiar cosmic aura of your orgasm. His feet take him out of the war room and on the fastest path to his quarters before he can even consider the fact that he had been in deep conversation about the plan for a particularly dangerous upcoming battle.

His empress had cum - by her hand or by a toy he did not know, but what he did know is that she would need him. She always did. And that fact made his cock grow hard in his pants, expectant and ready to please. Ready to be pleased.

Reaching out across the remaining distance with his consciousness, Kylo searched for the warm, purple hue of your life force before seeping into your mind for what he hoped would be an insight into the type of mood in which you found yourself. Did you want to be bound up in beautiful rope? Did you want to be taken over his knee and spanked? Did you want to be fucked from behind like the animal you are? Or perhaps slowly worshipped with a sweetness that did not exist for the rest of the world - only for you.

But when Kylo’s force tendrils delve into your post-orgasmic mind he finds none of those thoughts. Instead, he finds swirling smoky images of you mounting a beautiful woman. Though she does not compare to you, not in Kylo’s biased eyes, she is objectively sensual, with wetted, parted lips and hips that roll up into yours, making you issue out a cry that had Kylo’s member twitching painfully.

What he isn’t prepared for, however, is how you - the blurry you of your own heady mind’s eye - grab the woman’s wrists and slam them down to the mattress on either side of her head, keeping her restrained. Then you angle your pelvis more intentionally and begin grinding your cunt against the concubine - because now Kylo recognizes this woman as the one who pleases Vicrul regularly - causing the woman to gasp and writhe.

Your voice echoes ethereal and unnatural in your mind, where Kylo is an unbidden observer.

“That’s it, my pet. So needy. So desperate to be fucked by your empress, aren’t you?”

The tendrils of Kylo’s force intrusion retract suddenly back into his own thoughts and he finds himself rooted to the spot in an abandoned corridor, bracing himself against a duristeel wall with one hand and palming the most painful erection of his life through his many layers with the other.

Fuck.

You’d never had a fantasy like that. Not one you’d told him about nor one he’d ever seen in your mind before. He’d always thought the sight of you with another being would burn him through, but here he was, harder than ever and salivating at the thought of you taking your pleasure from someone else.

Maybe it was because he could feel the nuance in your aura. This was only about sex. The primal need for friction and heat and release. You were mesmerized by a body, not a soul. That was reserved for him.

A cocktail of conflicting emotions swirls through Kylo and he bashes the wall with the fist he’d been using to support himself against it. The lights in the corridor flicker.

This was just a fantasy. His empress had not been unfaithful to him. He could sense that she was alone in her room with her thoughts in the afterglow of a solo orgasm. Nothing has happened. Nothing had to happen.

So why was he feeling so uncertain?

“My emperor.”

In that very moment you reach out to him with your thoughts. You could not know his inner turmoil as you’re not force sensitive. But you know that he often keeps a channel to you open, making it easier for him to sense you, hear you.

“Was it not you who once called the place between my thighs the center of the universe?”

In spite of his current inner conflict this gets a low chuckle out of Kylo. He did indeed say that. Often.

“Well I’m enjoying it all to myself right now. And I could use some help.”

Your cheeky tone is clear even through your thoughts, cast out towards him across the ship as they were. A growl practically ripples through his chest then, and he’s sure to project it - the sensation more than the sound itself - towards your mind. Once he feels your satisfaction and anticipation mount, he severs the connection to your thoughts.

He’s got a quick detour to make before he goes to you.

So he turns right instead of left - off towards the wing that houses the Kights of Ren.

~*~

HOO BOY. I can’t really explain myself here. I know this isn’t for everyone, so I’m just tagging those who I THINK might be interested.

@paper-n-ashes @sacklerscumrag @xxcatrenxx @theoncrayjoy @desiraypark

[metharming-you]

[DM]

'Showie'. Hm.

euthemia was main concubine. ambitshish (<-?). thot she was better then my mother, tryed convincing [name redacted] to replayce her with euthemia. not ownly wuld that mene dead mom, but also dead paph and me as heirs needing to be killed.

Um. No. lamow.

paph had me pretend to get lost in the woods and had euthemia 'help look'. in fact i had a sword and he had a arrow. and in fact the palas kept pigs.

and in fact if you go up to mom covered in blood, she will clean and dispose of the evidence without even realizing it. won't even ask whos blood. <-clueless

[DM]

@electionfraudking

not your falt, u didint do anything rong. paph is... like Phylax. if Phylax was... so so scared, always

[supernovafeather]

Public Privacy (18+)

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Smut, nudity, exhibitionism, hidden recording device, friends to lovers, oral sex (both man to woman and woman to man), slight "there's only one bed" trope, fake couple, fluff, slight angst.

Imaginary location, non-existent characters, spoiler-free, not taking place in any Dune books. Just thirsty thots.

Once again, Leto will have to pretend, as commanded by his duty. In times of need and despite his power, acting is an important part of his life. His celibacy isn't something he is ashamed of. Why would he ? His heart is not taken, that is all. Nowadays people think too much in interest, not in sincerity. And as Duke of Caladan, he has the privilege of having a choice. Many women attempt - everyday - to get his favors. Time got him used to their soft gazes, to their pleasant fragrance, to their delicate touch. They are all fake. Nothing natural.

"Let's admit I find someone who will accept to play this game," Leto mumbles in a tired voice as Gurney keeps staring at him with this stern face, "what would be the point ? The protocol wouldn't be so much different if I go there alone."

"My Duke Lord, please keep in mind they are really sensitive to what attachment means. They are much more... explicit in everything linked to feelings. Being celibate - and showing it - is considered as a vow of egoistical life."

Leto sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. As a busy man he can't waste his time with such stupid things. What was meant to be a diplomatic journey to get new major contracts is turning into an inner debacle.

"Everyone knows I don't share my life with anyone. Wouldn't it be seen as hypocrisy to go to their festival with an unknown lady ?"

"From what I've understood they don't mind this kind of behavior. As long as you don't come unaccompanied, it is something positive. However I don't get their logic fully. And according to our contact, they will be ready to let you show a monogamous relationship even though this is contrary to their vision of things. They acknowledged we are the ones having exotic customs."

How fortunate, thinks Leto sarcastically. Finding one lady who would play the role of his partner in life for a whole week will be tough. One that ideally would be convincing enough in public, and respect his boundaries in private. No way he risks some political disaster due to a lady thinking she has all the rights to spread their words.

"My Lord. What about that spy ?"

The Duke knows exactly who Gurney is talking about. To be fair he already thought of you several times. It would remove a few spines to this tangled mess that is his situation to have you by his side for a whole week. A trusted friend to him, despite long months without seeing each other.

"She is loyal and clever. But am I willing to show my most talented spy to everyone ? It would be like going to a tauromachy, dancing around the bull while showing it the spear that was supposed to kill it. Nothing would prevent that animal to pierce my body with his horns, or to trampling my bloodied corpse during this little danse."

"She is the kind of spy morphing into any situation, my Lord. She may be cheerful. Or shy. Or trembling in fear. Or crying. Loving life or hating it. A warrior, a maid, a diplomat, a janitor. She can be everything."

"Give me one day. I know we are almost out of time. I'll give my decision tomorrow."

The following day, embarrassment fuels his veins as he explains the urgent matter to you. There is no doubt you are a professional, remaining expressionless as he asks you to be his temporary concubine for a fertility festival on another planet. As still as a statue, standing there in your grey dress, hands clasped before you in his chambers. You look like unmovable, deeply rooted to this ground yet relaxed. This invisible strength gave his goosebumps the first time he encountered you so many years ago.

"As you wish my Lord. Please give me more details on this mission."

These are your words. But he didn't plan anything. His main goal is to get rid off this ridiculous predicament and get this new market available to renew his ancestors' planet weaponry.

"We would be in a monogamous relationship." He starts in a stern voice to mask his uneasiness in front of Gurney listening to this unusual briefing. "As you could get exposed by some of their own spies, we would keep you out of reach, maybe a bit in retreat."

"Should I be more of a docile and silent concubine ?"

"In a way. But as it is a festival I expect them to ask you to get involved in one way or another."

You hum pensively.

"I'll need more details. We need to build an artificial relationship. Create some landmarks."

"Landmarks ?"

"Couples always have things in common. Some habits. Routines. And I need your help on these ones. I may play my part, but I can't play yours."

This makes him smirk to hear this answer. You'll never change. Always straight to the point, never hiding your opinion from him. He loves efficiency even if it means getting some cold reminder from you.

The moment his ship lands on the icy planet, Leto sighs as he tightens the layers of clothes around him in anticipation of this polar climate. A week ahead, full of unknown. Was it a good decision, to throw you in the mouth of this monster you've tried to parasite from the inside for months now ?

"Calm down my Lord." You whisper as you come closer to him by his left, your hands behind your back. "I do this all the time. Just be natural."

The man eyes you up and down, quick to notice a few things triggering his anxiety. Military stance. Confident glare. Just a few seconds before stepping to your guests palace amd you are still acting like this. Until confusion erupts on his face as he witmesses this sudden change in you. A soft gaze hiding behind a grey veil to mask your face just in case. Your soft hands gently wrapping his in a loving gesture. Your whole body relaxing.

"Please my Lord, ease your mind. There is nothing to be afraid of." You remind him with a voice wrapped in the softest silk of this galaxy. "Please guide me."

This voice does things to him. Despite knowing well how brutally you are when you twist a knife blade inside your enemies heart, his instinct pushes him to want to protect you. An urge to cup your face under this veil as he whispers bck at you.

"I will guide you till my last breath, my Lady."

You sound satisfied with his performance as your natural chuckle comes out from behind the greyish fabrics, eyes shining mischievously. You are a predator waiting in the shadows for your prey to lower its guard. And after months of playing with them, you are hungry.

The ambiance here is... different. The outside may be a frozen desert only disrupted by white cities built in giant tours between mountains, but the inside are colorful. Much more than on Caladan, so much that the Duke had to blink to get accustomed to the change of brightness. People are much more expressive as well.

"What a wonderful concubine my Duke Lord." Says the Baroness welcoming you, dress in her long yellow dress and her wild smile. "But why hiding her behind this sad veil ? You look sad like this. Unless this is some kind of custom I never heard of ? In this case I am so sorry."

"No no, it is just a part of her clothing." Leto justifies politely with a comprehensive smirk. "Is it something considered as disrespectful here ?"

"We prefer to see people's face clearly. Their smiles as well. Joy is vital here on this harsh planet. But please do not get me wrong."

After this encounter, the Duke and you folloe this Lady. The man sends you side glances several times, watching you carefully, knowing that something is wrong as he witnesses the thin line of your lips where your veil stops. This situation is bothering you. Without saying anything as you keep walking, Leto looks down at your hand sliding on his arm to lock it in a gentle embrace as you walk by people wearing their colored clothes, whispering and smiling to no end.

Then comes the moment you have to uncover your face in this Great Hall, the moment the spy has to reveal her features. Fortunately none of them seems to notice your function. They even sigh in adoration as they clasp their hands together as you finally let a natural smile appear on your lips. However, his anxiety reaches new high when the Baroness takes your hands in hers.

"What a wonderful creature my Lord, really my Lady, you truly are exquisite ! It's a shame you feel obligated to hide your face !"

There is a comical aspect at witnessing such a well-trained and disciplined spy trying to find an opportunity to formulate a few words politely between the Baroness intense monologue. But soon it turns into a speech making him sick. Only compliments, dozens if not hundreds of compliments flooding his ears between her followers' nods and whispers of approval, words rolling naturally yet so artificially. This hypocrisy over truth and sincerity leaves a sour taste in his throat. "The Sincere Companionship" as it is called here is just the proof that words lost their meaning. They may be as polite and welcoming as they wish with you, it sounds fake. Those words are repeated so many times to everyone and anyone that they are meaningless, as well as their synonyms.

They can't be trusted. To them, admiration, respect and comprehension are empty. They are just tools. Even between them. They don't leave any weight on their heart. No emotion.

"I need a break." Leto sighs as you are left alone in your bedroom at night. "I'm not used to people talking so much."

Before he can add anything else, he tenses up at the pair of arms embracing his form from the front. He doesn't question it, after all he trusts you more than anyone else in the world, and he mirrors your gesture with a raised eyebrow. You truly are beautiful with this charmed smile, he has to admit it. No wonder why you got so successful at infiltrating some powerful Houses as well as brothels.

"My dear Lord. You know how shy I can be. May I ask you to leave me for a few minutes ? Just the time I get accustomed to our room."

Questions flood his mind as he notices this slightly insisting gaze staring deep into his soul. It is a command. You are still on guard and soon he understands your suspicion as he nods and kisses your forehead.

"As you wish my Lady. I will be back soon."

He could get accustomed to this pleased smile and to the way you caress his bearded cheek with the back of your fingers. After such a long celibacy, playing this role pinches his heart. At least it boosts his ego. He should strengthen his acting in public. For now your couple appears like a timid one, not used to the way it is in the city so there is no reason to fear their reaction. But from tomorrow, you will need to be more demonstrative.

He let you more time alone, fifteen minutes approximately. And as you welcome him with this fake loving behavior, hands rubbing his chest up and down, he knows this week will be really long.

"A mic behind the bed. One above the closet." You whisper at his ear like you would while telling some dirty secrets to a forbidden lover. "Possibly a camera next to the window. I didn't check for mics under the desk. I suspect a camera directed to the shower in on the mirror left side."

His inner voice swears in a deeply displeased mumble as he kisses your soft lips. No secrecy. For a week. Him who loves being and feeling alone...

Luckily enough he doesn't have a reason to feel embarrassed with nudity. He even takes his time under the shower, appreciating the hot shower rolling down his muscles tired after this long journey. Someone is certainly watching him right now. Now that he thinks about it he would have noticed the presence of this bar next to the ceiling, but the absence of this curtain it is supposed to hold to hide the shower.

Still warm from his shower, he walks around the room, a towel wrapped around his hips before atopping by the window, watching the outside world reduced to a whitish mist dressing the polar land. It is beautiful at night with the few lights in the ground to guide the ships flying over this city.

"Are you avoiding me my beloved Lord Duke ?"

Maybe it is your taunting voice causing this twitch betwen his legs. But there is nothing to be expected from this night so he turns around, ready to talk back to you playfully like the caring concubine he is expected to be. But he didn't know you were as comfortable with your own nudity that he was with his own. The only thing possible for him is to watch your bare back and asscheeks as you take your time to put your silk nightgown on, facing the place you suspect a camera to be. You are having fun. You are having fun with this whole situation, showing your body to people you don't know. It does things to him.

"I am not avoiding you. Just taking some time for myself." He answers as you walk towards him with that same respectful smile you worked on to keep under any circumstances. "Enjoying the view as well."

"I do hope you are enjoying it. We only have a week. It would be such a shame not to watch."

Was this one directed to him ? To the spies ? To both ? He is going to get paranoid after these few days.

The first night is quiet. He got to get used to feeling someone in his arms again. No words exchanged. Just this feeling of being observed as you sleep peacefully against him. The day is boring and a new headache harasses him. Everyone is loud and wearing colorful clothes, high-pitched laughs erupting from time to time. Your couple got more expressive. Especially you, as the perfect little concubine taking care of her tired husband. He got taken aback when you started to massage his temples and scalp during a conversation with the Baroness in her office. But she hummed approvingly, her sharp eyes never leaving your peaceful face. Apparently this was not considered as abnormal here. And he likes it a lot.

The second night is... confusing. Leto swallows hard as he stares at the ceiling, lying on his mattress. After so many years he feels this need coming back. A libido rush coming back out of nowhere as you talk to him in a low voice. The three pale blueish moons are the only things illuminating your chamber.

"Leto, are you feeling good ?" You ask worriedly.

He nods, the lump in his throat too painful to say anything out loud. His heartbeat gets stronger as you come closer in this bed, you palm pressing against his forehead.

"Are you feeling ill ?"

"A bit feverish." He admits.

Under the blanket, he spreads his hips a bit to leave some room for his hardness trapped in his underpants. For a man ruling over a planet, he does have difficulties to breath properly. It's like years of self-taught discipline are getting wiped off by his animalistic instincts. If only he could isolate himself in the bathroom to take care of it. But ehat eould they think of a Duke fleeing his concubine to masturbate like a teenage boy hiding a shameful secret ?

Then the moment he crosses your anxious gaze he feels this warmth spreading to his heart too. Then it goes back to the bottom of his body as he notices your nipples perked due to the room freshness under your other nightgown. He is eager to taste them. Even more when you press against his side, whispering in your natural voice.

"Leto. This is an actual question. Would you be ready to... you know to show them ?"

There is no mistake in your intentions and he gladly tosses the blanket to the side of the bed with a few kicks of his foot under your surprised gaze. The Duke smiles as you eye his needy length up and down.

"All yours my sweet. You know it."

He forgot how good it felt to have someone wrapping his cock so tightly in such warmth. Even a bed creaking under his movements got lost in some part of his mind. Pleasured moans are a treat he regrets not having the opportunity to hear sooner. It drives him crazy as he takes you from behind, both of you kneeled on this mattress, his arms around you with one hand grabbing your breast bouncing. He can feel you clenching hard as you let this moan turning into a shaky scream, your front body fully exposed to the hidden camera. And you are the one who turned herself face to it. Knowingly. On purpose. He may be feeling dirty for not controlling his pulsions, but you, you are something else.

The third day, it is obvious that yes, the high ranked officials know. He feels protective of you as he notices the eyes longing on your silhouette now hidden under your long dress. He wraps an arm around you, keeping you close. Sometimes he feels a smirk erupting on his own lips as the Baroness herself eyes him up and down, her long and thin cigarette trapped between her teeth. A few hours later, he hopes she appreciated the way he ate you out once back in your chambers.

The fourth day ? He is even more into this game as you come back from another dinner. It's late. You drank some strong wine. You chuckle. Before he knows what is happening he gets pushed against the wall next to the door, his favorite person in this galaxy sending him this hot gaze he starts to get addicted to.

"Please stop being so hot my Lord Duke, I can't focus properly on what I have to do." You chuckle as you rub his crotch through his ceremonial pants getting too narrow for him already. "For an Atreides you sure are an impatient man."

"Stop saying such nonsense my sweet." He warns with a deadly glare he knows arouses you more than anything else. "We may be concubines but you owe respect to your Lord."

His belt falls to the ground, and his pants slide to his ankles as this time you take a sad expression.

"I'm sorry my Duke Lord." You say almost sobbing to the point he feels a bit guilty. "Please let me present you all the respect I have for you. All loyal servant shall kneel, not taunt."

You kneel respectfully in front of your ruler, and he realizes that he also forgot how good a mouth wrapping his cock feels. Despite his confused brain, he senses that eager action of yours. This urge to please him as you suck on his sensitive skin. The two times he tries to make you stop to fuck you on this bed you don't let him do it. You keep sucking and sucking, soon having him weakened as you look up at him with this sorry gaze. You look like apologizing genuinely to him for your taunting behavior and he can't hold back any longer.

The fifth day ? He wakes up with this kind of melancholy plaguing his heart and mind. Soon this will all be a part of the past. You are a spy. Him a Duke. The end. It doesn't stop him from smiling to your gentle kiss on his forehead, nor at the way you ask him to take a shower with you. Nothing sexual there, just each other's hands rubbing each other's body. You tried to get him hard again by insisting on his shaft, but unfortunately he had nothing else to give you so soon after what you did to him.

The sixth day begins with your head resting on his belly, eyes fully open and a beautiful smile directed to him.

"It's infuriating to witness such raw beauty and not having the chance to watch it as freely as desired." He confesses sadly as he rubs your cheek.

This sounds genuine, he knows it as your smile falls. But he doesn't care. Even under scrutiny he feels this need to be honest with you. Now is not about military or commercial agreements. It is about you and him. And your answer is silent. A remorseful smile, and a hug lasting for long seconds before you have to leave this room. This time you never leave his side, your arms wrapped around his tightly, his thumb grazing your hands, his eyes falling on you, sometimes a kiss on your temples. Strangely enough, in the heart of the planet's hypocrisy, he feels free. More than on Caladan. He wants you by his side. Here, you are his concubine defying his opponents shamelessly. Out there, you will be his spy and a friend.

At dawn of the last day, he takes his time with you, making sure he is in charge yet as tender as he can be. No boundaries remaining before jumping back into duty. At the end, this journey is a success. He endures the knowing and cheeky words from the Baroness who can't contain some teenager-like behavior for some reason.

"You two are lucky," she says with her hands clasped and shiny eyes, "we see this beautiful couple you are, how cute it is to see such a powerful man respecting his concubine ! You honor your House wonderfully ! You conquered our hearts ! We love to see such a thing !"

As if he needed the opinion of that bitch on his family he thinks sourly. But she is an all-mighty bitch in this part of the galaxy. Just her. Not even her House itsel. Better watch your mouth in her presence. Usually he would have sent a discrete warning to her due to those spying activities, but he can't risk to ruin these juicy agreements finally signed. He understands different cultures. But culture was a poor excuse to test and manipulate him. Amd the rest, the worst part ? It was espionage. Nothing else.

"Leto ?"

His name whispered so softly back in the ship gets his attention in thr rmpty hallway. Behind your grey veil, you look as unreachable as the first day. He got too used at your body in fill display to him. And to others but he prefers not too think about it.

"Yes ? What is it ?"

No word. Just an embrace tightening as he mirrors your gesture.

"I wanted to thank you for trusting me so much for this long." You say breathlessly. "I didn't think we would go this far."

"As you say." He sighs before letting you go, his eyebrows furrowing as he lifts your veil to cup your face. "Don't be sad."

"But I am sad Leto." You admit breathlessly, hurt eyes filling up with tears. "I felt something out there. And I'm certain you did too."

"I did. But after all...why should be the end ?"

Such a surprised face from you could have made him laugh in other circumstances.

"Leto... what are you implying ?"

"I am implying that... this was unexpected, but genuine and powerful. Never I would have thought that something like this would have happened to me at my age." He admits with a chuckle.

"You're not that old and me neither."

Relief floods his veins as he lets you kiss him softly, the slight pressure lightening his mood enough to make him smile as you stare at him questioningly.

"You are a talented woman. I would have never noticed their equipment without you. Now we know who they are and what they are capable of, even against powerful Houses."

You keep staring at him. You don't care much about what he just said. You are used to his compliments on your job after all.

"Leto. Just... whatever happens afterwards, just keep in mind that I fell in love with you this week. And I don't know what to do. I only insist on letting you know. I owe you honesty and loyalty."

This time he is the one kissing. Gently as he keeps you close to him.

"I fell in love too. Not with the spy."

"And not with the Duke."

Just like that your bond gets officialized, at least between each other. A desert hallway permitting intimacy is a much better place than an overcrowded and hostile palace spying on anyone's words and actions.

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[passionesolja]

Why Darth Sidious Would Beat Rumpelstiltskin From OUAT

Right off the bat, we gotta establish that Rumpelstiltskin literally just a highly nerfed, and mild seasoning Sidious.

Dude whole swag from Sheev “Darth Sidious” Palpatine

Dude wanna be Sidious so bad but he ain’t even half way as about it as Sidious is.

These my quick reasons why Rumpelstiltskin is a square and never been head honcho slime for a second of his life.

Sidious Been a Real Slime His Whole Life

When Darth Sidious was 17, he became Darth Plaguies’ Sith Apprentice. A few years before that, he ran over two pedestrians with his landspeeder then proceeded to race competitively. No fucks given.

Like a month before he became a Sith Apprentice, Sidious killed his whole entire family on their space yacht and got away with it. He had enough of Cosinga’s dissing and wiped dude nose. His whole family murked and they personal guards.

Rumpelstiltskin literally got dragged, disrespected, and owned by his dad who was Peter Pan.

A grown ass man being dissed by his dad who a peanut butter mascot.

Sidious would never.

2. Sidious Keeps All His Hoes in Line

Rumpelstiltskin literally in the club crying for his wife to get off Captain Hook dick because she hoeing and not taking care of they baby.

Sidious got 17 concubines and not one baby mama we do not recognize Triclops here. Sidious got nearly a month worth of thots and never once been Captain Save a Hoe.

Not once in his whole life.

Sidious don’t beg for a thottie time, the thotties beg for his time.

Rumpelstiltskin had a wife that disgraced him, and then found a new wife, Bell, who literally always on his top tryna baller block him. And he allowed that.

Sidious know he a king and he respect himself.

3. Sidious Ain’t Need Magic or the Force to Kill

If Sidious hate you, you can get rid of his Force powers, his political status, or a weapon and he’ll still body bag you.

Sidious a 63 year old man, fighting two 30 year old Zabrak men effortlessly. Like shit a leisurely jog.

He wasn’t even going hard on them. He was just messing around and he gave Savage a toe tag like it was nothing.

You take away Rumpelstiltskin powers and he’s literally nothing.

Dude don’t even know a single law, dude can’t even finesse you. He don’t even spin that gold straw into some money to buy a blicky or something.

He’s not even crafty or insidious. He’s just a dude who literally won’t pick up a glock and shoot Captain Hook after he with his son’s baby mama.

Sidious would have fought Captain Hook in a fist fight and killed him with his bare hands.

4. No Opp of Darth Sidious Has Ever Lived

Everyday, Rumpelstiltskin got a new opp get the jump on him.

Literally the whole series is just him getting jumped and owned by people who he knew he had beef with but did nothing about.

Darth Sidious has killed everybody he had ever had beef with, or he’s outlived them.

To get the drop on Sheev Palpatine, you have to do it right and have plot armor. Sidious killed Vader after Vader killed him.

Vader killed him, yeah, but Vader died to get rid of Sidious.

Rumpelstiltskin could never take his opps out with him. He cries and begs whenever they get the drop on him.

It took nearly half the whole Republic cliqueing up to kill Sidious.

If Sidious were in Rumpelstiltskin’s position, all his opps would have been dead and he would have been god emperor of Storybrooke in five years.

5. Darth Sidious is all-in on everything he decides to do

Never once in the entirety of his life has Sidious ever showed any remorse for his actions.

A bitch who think he cute and tryna suck his dick won’t make him doubt himself.

Sidious ain’t ever cry about being a Dark Lord of the Sith. He loves it. He loves shooting lightning out his hands and beating the fuck out Yoda.

Meanwhile, Rumpelstiltskin wishy-washy as hell. Everyday, dude flip-flopping on his life decisions.

Oh he love the dagger. Wait, no, he hates it.

Dude, pick a path and be about it. You not sympathetic you literally just unable to hang.

Sidious has never switched up on his side or his convictions. He loyal to his soil.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Sidious is a better guy. Rumpelstiltskin try to take his “lol evil but I try to it but I also am a sorcerer who’s bad’ swag but just can’t hang.

Basically, Sidious is a real, head honcho slime, chad god and Rumpelstiltskin a frail, broke boi no playboi carti, fake slime.

[plush-rabbit]

So not a request but just a question because i value your thots n opinions very very much - we know the brothers don’t mind sharing (tho they’re pretty possessive in their own ways) how do you think the dateables feel about sharing? Like Dia and Barb, and then Simeon and Solomon? I’m just curious I love youuuuuu

Yeah!! Since it’s not a request I’ll be answering it like,,, an ask... Anyways!! My thoughts below!!

Okay, so I think for the sake of MC/Reader/However you call them, the datebales would be willing to find a way to either have an open relationship/poly. But it would be a big learning curve.

I think realistically, Barbs and Solo would be the only ones more willing to “share” MC. But don’t mistake that for them being like happy with it or like adapting to it the best- just easier. I think Barbs himself doesn’t really have much time for like relationships with him having to care for Dia, so having another partner sort of allows for needs to be filled for MC. 

Solo, however, is- well I view him as sort of needy for attention. From the UR+ animation of his, we see him somber and in the newest lessons he mentions how the brothers are always surrounding MC not allowing for him to sweep in and have a shot. I’d think he’d be able to adapt to a poly/open relationship but he’s also be the type to sort of want them with him for most of the time. If that makes sense.

Dia!! So as a fandom, we all know that they’re demons, that Dia is a prince and he’s the optimistic kind for lack of a better word. But!! He is a prince. He is the sole child to the king meaning he has never really had to share before. I’m sure he’s had some sort of lovers/concubines/flings with the brothers at least a few times but I don’t think he’s ever had to share. I think he would be happy for the first few weeks but then the reality of “Oh, MC isn’t giving me their entire attention, huh” would settle in. It would be a big step for him to sort of accept that he isn’t going to be the only one on MC’s mind/heart. 

Now, for Simeon. Simeon would take the longest to accept with anything than a mono relationship. I think he would be one to prefer a more one-to-one relationship for spiritual/religious reasons. Falling in love with a human,,, already kind of frowned upon. Falling in love with a human and allowing them to also be intimate with two demons and a sorcerer? Definitely not something easily explained to Father. This isn’t to say he won’t warm up to the idea or at least do it because he values your happiness over his own, but he’ll be the hardest to covert. I think Simeon could definitely overcome the whole old way of thinking- plus I do think angels themselves are at least a bit more poly but with angels themselves not with other beings. I actually,,, I think it would be similar to Aziraphale and Crowely from Good Omens. A sort of weird stepping ground where the feelings are returned and sort of left for others to assume whereas the parties involved in the relationship already know their feelings for each other and accept them without explicitly saying them aloud.

I think Solomon would be willing to “share” simply because he probably has abandonment issues and like the more the merrier whereas Barb is more like, oh! okay, more people:) and Dia is more like,,, sharing?? unheard of but im willing to give anything a try while Simmy is like ,,, under father’s eyes, never... but father isn’t here

I hope this answered your question. Obey Me- and other franchises that I write for- really leave me with a lot of like world building fodder. Like they all love MC and im sure they’re willing to give it a try- especially they all seem to have a lot of love- but it’ll be a learning curve. I love you and take care!! 

[ghostinzero]

I know it's a stupid ass tik tok and I shouldn't be worked up but this is the language ppl use for one of the most accomplished women in history, all because she dated some dudes, what about all the male leaders who raped and married tons of women? what about the concept of concubines? is anyone calling them "thot" or saying they were "for the streets"?

[dear-kumari]

hey i’m not disappointed by ur answer at all! and i agree, i liked her when she was first introduced, character design and the way she challenged yona, i just also love the page when she attacked joodoh for how it was drawn and joodoh’s expression lmao. i think it’s unfair for ppl to think she’s strong now bc i think it was clear she had a lot of fortitude the way she carried herself and offered soo won her deal at the beginning. i remember ppl thot it was silly she didn’t have a backup plan, but rly think she just couldn’t even think abt him turning her down bc she was sure he was lonely for family like her. she wouldn’t allow herself to consider the possibility. i do hope her frustrations w yona aren’t completely brushed aside in the future, bc i LOVED her whole speech abt that and def felt her pain. she was so sympathetic already, i’d be pissed too her in situation. the way i saw it, she knows she’s going to die young, and she wanted to at least die w dignity/secure position of power that’s HERS, not as a concubine. have all that she can bc her life’s gonna be short. and what’s wrong with that? it’s not like she had grand evil plans to use the dragons for, she doesn’t have enough time. i don’t want it to go straight to understanding yona’s had some hard times, bc that doesn’t change the point. her being angry w soo won now feels like a shift from that, but she could be angry w them both kusanagi doesn’t have to choose. basically, i rly hope her role can still be to push yona’s thinking abt hiryuu, since they’re both at the castle now still and someone has to bring her ho-chan....

(Anon, you have finally motivated me to figure out how people have been sending these insanely long asks lately, and for that I must thank you.)  I understand what you’re saying and I guess I do agree with a lot of it.  As nice as the sentiment is, though, I doubt she’s gonna be able to keep up the same level of animosity towards Yona as she has towards Suwon.  One thing I loved about her character at the start was that she didn’t owe Yona anything, unlike Suwon who always has the fact of his betrayal hanging on his mind no matter how valid his feelings and actions are — but then Kusanagi ruined that element of her character not three chapters in because, hey, why let a strong, compelling, motivated female character just exist independently of the protagonist’s divine influence, amirite?  It’s not like she could’ve negotiated her own imprisonment or anything when things went sideways, demonstrating her competency and quick thinking as a member of a cutthroat court or anything like that — nope, Yona has to step in with her Moral Compass™, Jaeha has to save her while she’s on her knees (I hate it here lol), and Yun has to show her the compassion she’s never received to melt her Ice Queen heart.  I think the stuff with Yun could’ve been fine and heartwarming on its own, but the whole conga line of “look how awesome and perfect the HHB is uwu” just doesn’t give her that room to be resentful of Yona’s ignorance without the narrative throwing what she owes Yona back in her face.  So … no, I think Kusanagi has already chosen, and poorly at that.

Can she still push Yona to think about her role as Hiryuu?  Sure, with time, I think the broad lessons Yona needs to learn about divine power and the gods will finally sink in.  But the framing is already super reductive, so I don’t think it’ll necessarily conclude with Yona needing to be critical of her own actions.  This is probably gonna end with the “wow this illness sucks”/ “okay then I’ll fix it” *fixes it* scenario that I expressed concern over before, one that nominally solves the problem but doesn’t actually take into account Yona’s personal relationship with power and responsibility.  If we’re just building up to Yona as a selfless savior of humanity, then I’m sorry, but I feel bad for both of these young women — Meinyan for being denied agency and dignity, and Yona for being denied dynamism and nuance.

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BNHA Fantasy AU: Troll Muscular X F!Reader

Four Chapter Short Story - Updates about once a week

Summary:

From the moment you fled him, you knew there would be precious few places that you could escape The Duke of Tredal. Sure, legends said that in the dense fog of the Natt Valley, trolls lay in wait for weary travelers who lost their way in the dark. Nevertheless, with your pursuers hot on your heels, you had little choice but to head for the Old Bridge if you wanted to escape the fife. After two days on the run, you finally collapsed from exhaustion. Desperate to survive, you cried out to the stars for the strength to go on.

However, it was a monster from the deep that would answer your call.

Rating: Explicit

TW: Non-con monster fucking (or at best dub-con under implied threat of death), graphic depictions of violence/gore, troll on troll and troll on human cannibalism, mentions of previous sexual slavery/rape, menstural cunnilingus, fellatio, drugging, kidnapping, graphic depictions of lung disease.

NOT a vore story. Reader will live and be unmaimed.

Chapter 1 Excerpt Below:

As the heavy mist swirled past your pounding feet, terror-ridden eyes hazarded a glance back.

Did you lose them?

All humans in the Kingdom of Trefal knew, at the end of Fjell Forest, there was only a carpet of shadows awaiting you. Midday or not, the area at the edge of the Natt Valley lay under a coat of fog that was, even at its thinnest, thick enough to hide the trees only six wagon lengths away. As you witnessed this fact first hand, the hairs on the back of your neck rose. That also meant you couldn't tell if the men pursuing you still lay out there, hidden in the dark.

Those that traversed the Old Bridge between the Capital City Ottsk and the Duke's fiefdom knew that they may yield their lives to make the treacherous passage over the hazy valley. In addition, the tales told stories of man-eating trolls who prowled the fog, waiting for road-weary travelers to lose their way. Everyone knew that the Duke's land grant was generously large for a reason. The king always hated his brother. There was no doubt he hoped the infamous divide and the rumored creatures would mean they never met again.

As your heart pounded against your ribs, you prayed to the stars that you would also escape the old man so totally.

When last you saw his crippled husk, he had patted your cheek and told you he was so desperately disappointed at how things had turned out. He thought with you as First Concubine, you would be the one who could bear him the heir he'd always wanted. You had always been his favorite after all. You were so pliant and responsive that his training took easy. That's why he'd let you live longer than the others despite your failure over and over again. However, his wife really wouldn't tolerate it anymore. If you couldn't give them the child they wanted, it was time to move on.

When he told you your fate, his wrinkled brow had contorted in an approximation of pain. He couldn't really feel pain. The king's little brother lived too pampered a life to know pain. However, he could mimic it from the look on your face. After all, the way you cried was plenty painful for two. Not to worry though! Since you were his favorite he'd always treasure your heart. After he carved it from your chest, he'd put in on the nicest shelf in his bed-chamber. When he died, you could even be buried with him in the tomb! It was the highest honor he could give a simple concubine. After all, you were much closer to him than his wife in life. It was only fair to you that the same be true in death. He cherished you so much after all.

Needless to say, you'd felt differently about that honor.

That's why, two nights ago, you'd slapped the tainted wine from his hands, plunged the golden dagger into his arm, and jumped out the window into the pond below. As you swam to the far shore and raced across the castle grounds to the Old Road, you promised yourself you'd do whatever it took to survive. After two days with no food, no sleep, and no hope, you wondered if "whatever it took" would be enough to escape the fife.

When the long woven ropes of the suspension bridge came into view, a burst of adrenaline spurred your burning legs forward.  You surged out of the treeline, coming to a stop as you reached the precipice below. The bottom of the rock-lined valley was rumored to be so deep that it was said your vocal cords would wear out before you hit the ground. No one actually knew how far it went since it was covered in heavy mist year-round. The slick, moss-covered stones made it a near impossible climb. Many foolish men had died trying. Perhaps those disappearances explained the tales of the monsters who lived in the valley below.

You stared at the dark, moldy boards of the bridge. They were slick as oil in a lamp and the ropes looked frayed. You gulped, trying to find the will to move your aching legs towards your only escape. They were heavy as lead. Your anemia wasn't helping. The cramps this month were worse than ever before and the fear barely dulled them. As you hit the mildewed tressel, your knees buckled below you. Your hands barely caught you as your skin hit the splintering wood. Frustrated tears started to pour down your cheeks. Blistered hands wiped at your face. You gritted your teeth and tried to swallow the hopelessness building in your throat.

"Move!" you urged yourself, flexing your shaking arms. Quivering fingers reached out, trying to drag your weary body forward board by board. They clawed at the bridge as your head looked to the heavens. Your thin voice pierced the damp, musty dark as you begged: "Please just let me move!"

Covered in a blanket of thick, grey clouds, the heavens were blind to your suffering. Just as you realized the stars would not answer you, a voice from the deep did.

"Oh? I come up for the smell of blood and here I find someone trapping across my bridge? Been a while."

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[putseraphinaonthaphone]

Church

And I'll keep leading you on If you keep leading me into your room The drinks are all gone But that's fine baby, so am I

tw// toxic relationship, codependence, dark content, sacrilege, unprotected sex, creampie, high sex, drunk sex, violence, possessiveness, sadism/masochism, degradation and praise kink, quirkplay

What you and Katsuki had was simple, no matter how often you brushed off your friends concern by saying it was complicated. You got each other. Down to your most rotten parts, you clicked.

Some days he'd let himself into your apartment and you'd have to call off work for a week because he needed you. In as many positions as he could think of, on every surface of your place.

He worked out his demons by worshipping at the altar between your thighs. You clawed at his shoulders, his back, anything you could reach- giving as good as you got. He bit you, you drew blood when you bit the fucker back.

His hands heated up to brand your hips with his handprints, you trapped the asshole balls deep in your hole with your ankles hooked above his ass.

"Let. Me. Out." He bit out the words as he glared at you, his jaw clenched and his heavy balls pressing against your ass. You bared your teeth and clenched your pussy around him as tightly as you could.

You'd told him when he'd stormed your party, punched the guy you were dancing with hard enough to knock him out, yelling that you were his woman blah blah blah.

"You talk a big game, Bakugou." And yeah you were being petty using his last name as the rando's you'd invited to pass the time watched on with rapt attention as the number two hero's palms sparked dangerously. "But you never fucking commit."

"The only commitment you're going to fucking get is my brats in your womb. You really want that?" He spit the words at you, probably expecting you to be reasonable about this one thing- the biggest decision. Starting a family with him. Probably expected you to act out his worst fears because your dumbass boyfriend still didn't believe you were ride or die for his ass.

"Yeah, actually. I really fucking do."

"F-fuck-" His jaw ached from clenching it so hard but what could he do?

If you were that fucking stubborn that you wanted his kids he would fucking give it to you.

"Take it then, make me a daddy baby," somehow his words were both adoring and furious, and now it was him using his hold on your hips to push deeper, deeper, deeper into you. Until you whined and cried such pretty tears for him, whimpered "Katsu," and "big" and nothing else.

The fat length of him split you open as he used the strength of his entire body to hammer your cervix, bullying you like he always did. His crimson eyes watched your cross when he reached your deepest parts, a bulge forming in your belly and making him go absolutely feral.

"Right. There." His words echoed around your brain that he'd fucked empty, and you were nodding before he could even finish his command.

"That's where you're going to make my baby."