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tadpolesonalgae · 1 year ago

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Viviane x f!reader: Ice Frosted Gardenias[*]

A/N: because it’s been way too hot recently

Summary: you escort the Lady of Winter—also your dear friend, Viviane—on her trip to the Day Court. She notices the heat getting to you, and decides to help you cool down with her frost-kissed fingers.

Warnings: smut, pussy eating, use of a dildo?, mentions of fff threesome

-Part 2-

“Heat bothering you?”

You lower the hand that had been tugging at the collar of your cloak. “Not at all, my Lady.” You keep your eyes ahead, even as you can feel her lips lifting into a mischievous smile.

The Lady of Winter is out of her usual furs, instead loosely clothed in a wash of light blue fabric, breathable and soft, that hangs by two thread-like straps over the elegant slope of her shoulders. Her shock of white hair spills down her back, hiding the snowlike skin from the sun. Her indicolite eyes watch you keenly beneath near-silver lashes. “Come here, general.”

Reluctantly, you enter the garden, where the sun beats heavier until you’re just beneath her gazebo. “My Lady?” You ask, eyes still scanning the surrounding area. “Come now, relax with me. You must be boiling alive beneath those wretched clothes,” she smiles, raising herself from the deckchair. “These are the robes of your court, and I wear them with honour and pride, my Lady.” You reply smoothly, eyes a little less focused as she draws near.

You still as she raises her hand, her frost-tipped fingers dancing across your hot skin. “Don’t think I don’t know that you’re not even supposed to be on guard duty today, General.” The pads of her fingers brush beneath the curve of your mouth and you stiffen. “I simply wish for you to be safe, my Lady,” you reply. Her eyes narrow at you in quiet reprimand. You sigh. She’s caught you. “I simply wish for you to be safe, Viviane.” She beams, “that’s better. And now you know that I know, disrobe and relax. You can still keep an eye out if that helps, but you are to spend the day with me, enjoying this heat.”

She guides you by the arm to beside her chair, turning to untie the strings of your cloak. “My La— Viviane. You are the Lady of Winter, I can untie myself.” She rolls her eyes, but settles down on the grass. On any other occasion, you would chastise her about getting her robes dirty, but she was telling the truth about the day being for relaxing. She isn’t scheduled to meet with another soul today.

“Really, I don’t know how you managed to wear those clothes for so long. You’re the only one who insisted today, despite the obvious heat.”

“I need to set a good example. If I am lax in my actions, the soldiers will believe that’s acceptable and—” Your brows narrow when Viviane holds up her hands and makes jabbering gestures with her fingers. “That? That’s you. Talking about rules as if they’re unbreakable laws.”

You sigh, knowing better than to push back against your Lady’s sardonic sense of humour. You seat yourself beside her, a healthy distance away, trying to at least maintain an air of professionalism. “You can some closer, I’m not going to freeze you to a block of ice,” she teases, scooting closer. The idea sounds rather pleasant as you gingerly loosen your collar—only slightly.

The Lady of Winter rolls her eyes, then watches you quietly, as if she’s considering something. Your hairs rise at the back of your neck, and you just know she’s planning something. You open your mouth to speak, propose plans that will hopefully dissuade her from whatever promiscuous ideas she’s spinning together. But when you turn, she’s leaning toward you, shifting her hands to place them atop your shoulders. You stiffen as the pale silky fabric of her dress slides up over her thigh, light sparking off the tiny gems sprinkled about her to resemble diamond like icicles.

She swings her leg over your own, settling on your lap, looking down at you. “You’re going to boil alive if you don’t loosen your clothes a little, General.” She grins mischievously, cool hands cupping your heated cheeks. “My Lady?” You swallow as she grinds down on top of you. Her slim fingers find the clasp of your outer robe, the thinner one that lies beneath the cloak. She slides it over your shoulders, already moving to the toggles of your royal-blue jacket, loosening the wooden knots from their silver slats. One by one, her fingers slot them away, peeling off your layers.

The Lady of Winter stares down at your dilating pupils, pushing the material from your arms, until she reaches the the crisp white linen of your shirt, embossed with more silver thread. The Winter Court crest accents the collar and cuffs, and again, she begins sliding the pearly buttons from their placements. “How you manage to survive with this many layers on is beyond me,” she murmurs, untucking the shirt from the matching royal-blue skirt, that sweeps to your ankles.

Your mouth is parched, fingers trembling slightly as you attempt to keep your wits about you while she begins disrobing your final layer. The silky straps of the camisole slide from your shoulders, barely hiding your nipples from her hungry eyes. She shifts, raising to her knees as she reaches back to slide her hand beneath your skirts. You suck in a soft breath as she traces her cold fingers up your inner thigh.

She moves, settling between your legs to allow her cold fingers to brush over your heat, cupping you possessively. “You know, I had a chance to see Mor again a few moons back…” she begins, fingers dancing teasingly between your thighs. You dig your nails into your palm as you nod, attempting to keep still.

The Lady of Winter leans forward, mouth close to yours. “She told me of some…fun, she’d had. With another female.” You swallow, apprehensive of where she’s leading you. She pulls away, moving further down your body as she pushes your skirts up over your hips. “Are you not going to ask your Lady of her finds?” She drawls, grinning.

“What did she tell you, Lady?” You manage, her cool hands spreading your thighs, bare save for the cream socks that come to your mid shin. She smiles, fingers hooking beneath the white lace of your underwear, pulling it down, over your thighs, past your knees—off. Viviane traces her thumb over your clit, and you hiss at the temperature change. Her fingers are so cold against the heat between your legs.

It seems the sun reaches it’s peak in the sky, hot air filling the garden that gets to you even as you’re disrobed. She leans down, her lips brushing over your cunt, pressing a cold kiss to the apex of your thighs. “Viviane,” you hiss, stiffening, “we’re in public!” She waves her hand dismissively, “we’re in a large back garden, surrounded by hedges, beneath a gazebo. Unless you’re concerned about the insects getting a free show, there’s nothing to be worried about.”

Heat flushes your cheeks at her sound reasoning. “You’re the Lady of Winter…You shouldn’t—”

“You didn’t protest this much three days ago.” You purse your lips as she gives you a cheshire smile, her tongue flattening over your entrance as it drags upward, pressing over your clit. “That’s different,” you grit, holding back from threading your fingers through her shock of snowy, white hair.

She hums onto your pussy, and you involuntarily tighten. “How so?” You suck in a breath as she nips at your sensitive clit, thighs gently squeezing her. You divert away from her question, “you are my Lady,” you try to reason. “Yes I am.” Heat rushes your body at the carnal tone, the desire and yearning contained in those three monosyllabic words.

“Open wider.”

She’s set on you, and you know there’s no point trying to convince her to stop now that she’s started. You’re definitely going to have a talk with Mor for putting her filthy ideas in your Lady’s pristine mind. Your thighs open and she gives you a panty-dropping smile, “very good.” Her hand raises and your breath catches as she conjures a phallic object in the air. You swallow.

The muscles in your thighs contract as you attempt to shut your legs but she simply spreads them again. “I thought you wanted to know what dear Mor told me about?” She croons softly, and you watch as a frost feathers over the surface of the toy. “To know, yes. Not to be shown.” She shushes you, pressing the tip of the object over your clit, sending a pleasantly cool rush through your abdomen.

“Well, I think you’ll end up wanting to thank dear Mor for letting me in on this little adventure.” You grit your teeth as she runs the slightly wetted tip over your nipples. “Must you continue chanting that female’s name while you’re between my thighs?” She smiles, satisfaction skating across her icy blue irises, “jealous?” You try to bite back the snarl, but a growl sounds at the back of your throat “I thought you said you were my Lady?”

“I am. But I am also Kallias’, and my Court’s, and my people’s.”

“But not Mor’s.”

She grins quietly to herself, “and here I was thinking of inviting her to share you with me.”

She trails the object down over your stomach, until it’s between your thighs again. The tip presses against your entrance and you bite your lip. “I would not be the one to be shared, Viviane.” Your eyes pierce into hers, removing your boots with a fraction of a thought, raising one leg over her delicate shoulder. Her own pupils dilate at your words, as she pushes in the frosted toy.

A quiet breath is pushed from your chest at how easily it slides inside of you, how pleasant the coolness is. “Enjoying that, general?” She smiles, gently pushing in and out, burying deeper each time until it’s fully submerged in your pussy, concealed from sight; swallowed whole. You manage a nod, not wanting her to stop.

But then she pulls away, her mouth latching over your heat, her cold tongue lapping over your hot cunt, suckling at your clit, before pressing a kiss to your sensitive bud. You watch as she slides your underwear back on, pulling the lace tight over your hips, pushing the toy deeper, nestling in your cunt. “My Lady?” You manage, slightly breathlessly.

She sends you a wicked smile, cool fingers tapping your clit through your underwear. “I’m sure Mor will be delighted to see you,” she grins, and you clamp down on the toy. “Viviane…” Her mouth curves into an innocent line, “if you had stuck around for the meeting this morning, instead of coming straight to me when you weren’t even supposed to be on guard duty, you would have known.” Your breath hitches. She’s serious.

Arousal blossoms in your lower tummy as her middle and forefinger add a slight pressure over your entrance. “Now, general, I want you to go up to my chambers, and wait patiently for your Ladies to find you.” She stands, dusting herself off, pleasure flushing her cheeks at your blown out pupils, the scent in the air of your enjoyment. “And don’t even think about disobeying me. I am the Lady of Winter, after all.”

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heraxic · 8 months ago

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greek mythology au returns. concept sketches of the girls

(more context on greek mythology tag)

1: sphinx alcina (alina) and her harpy daughters

Alina was once a noblewoman and musician singing Athena’s praises, until the goddess herself offered rich rewards if she would serve her. Upon accepting, Athena turned her into a sphinx and took her to the first of the islands where she would gather treasures from all the warriors she killed.

2: aphrodite mia and athena miranda

Athena lost her daughter Pallas (eva), an aspiring warrior/hero, when she accidentally killed her during training. Afterwards she was deep in grief and fiercely jealous of Zeus’s demigod children getting promoted to gods and living peacefully on Olympus, so she created monsters to lure forth any warrior good enough to take as her own (meanwhile, she runs the same trick on the monsters, telling them that if they serve her and kill the unworthy they will have a place with her among the pantheon).

Aphrodite, infamous for her vanity, paradoxically took a liking (entirely platonic for the purpose of this au) to Elias (ethan) when he was young because of his beauty and gave him blessings throughout his life, intending to make him her servant on Olympus one day. She was Not pleased when Athena blinded/sent him off to her gauntlet of monsters and made sure the soldiers sailing him there would land on Kyril’s (karl) island where he would be relatively safe, especially from the gorgon’s stone gaze.

3: arachne donna (daphne) and angie (aretha)

Daphne was an exceptionally talented weaver, who created a tragically beautiful tapestry to cope with the loss of her family. Her craftsmanship and isolation made her the perfect candidate for Athena, who turned her into a giant spider and took her to the islands where she would serve her with her artistry as well as her newfound lethality.

4: evie and rose as the minor gods of fear and panic

The two deities were stolen away by Athena to keep as her children, as well as her prisoners. They are kept in captivity on Alina’s island (behind the gate she guards) where their powers are being used as a barrier between the archipelago and the mainland (anyone who tries to leave will be paralysed with fear and anyone who first arrives won’t have doubts about setting foot on the islands before it’s too late to turn back).

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