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chocolakawaii · 1 day

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Hehe~❤️‍🔥

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Beron x reader

a/n: feel free to enjoy or cry to your heart’s content 🧡💛

warnings: smut, oral (m! Receiving), the smallest tiniest hint of breeding kink, and equally subtle hints of bdsm?

word count: 1.6k~

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Out of every attendant he’s had, you are by far his favourite.

There’s something he finds deeply satisfying, almost arousing, at the manner you conduct yourself with, that in his own mind is at times more respectable and dignified that some of the wives of his council. That his whore would be more dignified than what should be a noble lady—yes, he finds a dark pleasure in that fact.

That mental satisfaction is only added to by the physical pleasure you’re capable of stirring in him, stoking his embers until he feels he could burn you alive, reduce you to metaphorical cinders with the kind of pleasure his body gives to him in response to your mouth and tongue.

He leans back against the desk, head tipping back slightly as he keeps a dominating grip on your hair, pleased by how seamlessly you follow his silent demands—so effortless he can at times forget he has an entire female at his disposal, getting lost in the pleasures of your mouth that all he’s aware of is your tongue, hot and wet as you flick lightly over the slit in his head.

He fucks you as a possession, inanimate and wholly owned.

A muscle ticks in Beron’s jaw, his grip becoming even more unforgiving as he draws near his peak, brows narrowing in concentration as the high comes closer, almost material enough for him to grasp with his hands. He doesn’t bother with a warning, it doesn’t even cross his mind—his one focus is his own pleasure, and with a goading stroke of your tongue, he capitulates to the release.

Knelt between his legs, face pressed between them, you’re kept tight to his base, his hips bucking as his iron grip prevents you from pulling away, and you feel how he reaches his high, cum spilling on your tongue, down your throat, without a care for the fae who’s knelt between his legs.

He groans lowly, roughly, at last ready and warmed up, and you pull away from his cock, heavy and hard, moisture already nestled in a small bead at his tip. You lick your lips, keeping your head dipped until you’re certain you’re looking presentable.

Well, as presentable as you can be while kneeling before him and entirely without clothes.

Hot amber eyes glance down at you, and you wait obediently for his instructions, keeping your head lowered in a show of subservience.

“On the bed,” he orders firmly, hardly out of breath though a touch rougher than usual. You make to shift towards the mattress but he jerks on your hair sharply, angling your head to look at him in unfair reprimand. “I want you on your hands and knees,” he commands lowly with an edge of displeasure at having to even give the orders. “Make sure you look the part.”

Arousal liquefies between your thighs, already wet from having him in your mouth, and you move for the bed when he releases you. It’s not often he’ll order you into this position, but you can admit it’s one you like particularly. The bed is tall enough for you to bend over without a problem—being ordered to position yourself on your hands and knees means you’re forced to spread your thighs wide in order to be at the same height. An added humiliation that he seems to find equally pleasurable.

Swiftly and seamlessly, you settle at the edge of the bed, glancing over to where he’s now stood. He’s almost entirely clothed again, appearing as finely dressed as is customary for a High Lord, but his cock is hot and heavy in his large palm, and from that alone you know he has more than a couple of rounds for you to take.

You gasp in surprise when flame shackles your wrists, tearing them out from under you so you end up tipping forward, face in the burgundy and gold embroidered duvet, with your ass slightly raised in the air—not especially high, due to the wide spread of your thighs.

“Better,” Beron mutters to himself, hot palms settling over the roundness of your hind, spanning the soft skin before guiding himself to your entrance, applying a slight pressure to your lower back, forcing you lower to the mattress. “Look like a proper whore now.”

Your spine arches, head moving to the side so your cheek is pressed into the mattress, breathing shallow as he pushes the head of his cock into you, able to feel how you squeeze him, trying to pull him deeper so he’ll fill you up as he usually does, even without meaning to.

His palm connects roughly with your ass, and you gasp in surprise, feeling the stinging heat as your toes curl. “You’re being paid to work,” he growls out, “not to keep yourself spread out on my bed. Move.”

Heat flushes your skin, your hips shifting slightly as you try to obey his impossible instructions, attempting to move up and down, but he’s practically got you pinned to his bed, thighs unable to shift your weight even slightly with the way your arms are bound at your back. His palm connects again, and this time you whimper, trying to squirm beneath all the constraints keeping you in place.

“Can’t even manage that?” He spits lowly, pushing deeper into you, filling you up pleasurably while keeping you immobile beneath him. “I should throw you out,” he mutters, leaning over you slightly, his hips pressing tight against you, so he’s in up to the hilt, making you pant heavily as he puts his flames into you with so little effort, heat rising to his skin. “What good is a whore who can’t even fuck properly?” He mutters lowly, enjoying his power over you, both physical and through his position of High Lord. “Do I have to teach you?” He drawls, hand again tangling in your hair, pulling you from his bed, hips still kept tight to your hind. “Do you have no shame in your uselessness? Answer me.”

You open your mouth to speak, but can hardly string thoughts together, let alone a coherent sentence. “I…I can…” you mumble, hips shifting ever so slightly as you curve your spine, trying to widen the stance of your thighs in attempts to please him. “I can, if you’d—”

“You’re in no position to be making requests,” he mutters, drawing his hips back then pressing in again, forcing a whimper from your soft lips. “You should be begging me to allow you to stay after this lousy performance.”

“Please…” you mumble, but the word slants in your mouth, coming out all wrong, and you flush with humiliation.

Beron frowns with distain, pushing you into the mattress as he bucks into you, rolling his hips against your own, able to hear the muffled whimpers and moans he’s forcing from your mouth. He pushes firmly on your lower back, and you cry out as you flatten onto the bed, stomach pressed against the mattress while your feet stumble and scramble over the wooden floorboards, attempting to stand properly, but even your tiptoes only graze the floor.

He’s having none of it.

Without giving you time to make amends—though it was undoubtedly his intention to force you into this position—he draws his hips back and pushes in roughly, choosing a punishing rhythm as he fucks you into the mattress, keeping your face shoved into the sheets as he allows the inner fire of his magic to release.

You babble into the bed, squirming beneath his touch as he pounds into you mercilessly, touch rough and demanding as he keeps a relentless grip on your body, your wrists still bound at your back, entirely helpless while he takes his frustrations out on you.

Breaths pant from your lips, legs scrambling to stable yourself despite the hard grip he has on you. The flame wreathing your forearms is pleasantly hot, skin beginning to gleam with sweat, and your nails dig into your palms, unable to do anything other than take the unforgiving buck of his hips, cock touching those spots that have your breath hitching. Even uncaring for your pleasure, each movement of his cock rubs so perfectly against you, putting his weight behind each thrust as he pounds into you, content to take his frustration and strain out on you.

The high knocks you off your feet, fluttering around the thick length of him, and your skin flushes with his flame as his cock heats inside of you the closer he gets to release, spurred on by the feeling of your squeezing him so tight. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he presses hard on your lower back, applying pressure as he squeezes you between his palm and the mattress, making you more sensitive to his cock as he repeatedly drives into you.

Your lids flutter as you feel him release, able to feel the heat of his cum as he spills inside of you, toes curling with arousal, fluttering around him in attempts to keep him within the wet heat of your cunt.

“Shameless whore,” he mutters lowly, roughly, a touch breathless, “no matter how many times I tell you, you always find some way to take pleasure from it.”

You pant heavily, trying to regain your wits, but the heat is still flushing your skin, his cock still keeping you hot and full, able to feel how hard he is.

“We’ll see how much you enjoy the next few hours,” he drawls lowly, the flame that’s binding your forearms and keeping them to your back traces up your spine to wrap around your throat. “If you orgasm even once, you’ll keep the collar on for a month. See if that teaches you some damned obedience to your High Lord.”

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chocolakawaii · 11 days

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"A little pony dared to defy the king, Let me take care of this"~🪻

#artists on tumblr #digital art #ibispaint art #oc #original art #art #my little pony oc #my little pony #my litte pony friendship is magic #king sombra mlp #mlp oc #ibispaint artist

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chocolakawaii · 12 days

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Cuteeee ✨️💖❤️‍🩹

Day 2 of @tamlinweek - Poet

Practicing hard to become a traveling minstrel

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chocolakawaii · 13 days

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I follow @copypastus a while ago and I fell in love with Beron Vanserra design that was made XD It was very charming, I think what I liked most was the tail! and why not make Lauren (my OC) react to this design :³

#artists on tumblr #digital art #ibispaint art #oc #art #acotar #beron vansserra #autumncourt #acotar oc #i love him because yes #acourt of thorns and roses #a court of thorns and roses oc

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chocolakawaii · 22 days

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Lauren: -I'm going out for a few minutes, keep an eye on Lilith, don't burn the house down!

*Beron 2 minutes after Lauren leaves*

Beron: -"My wife and I made this"

#artists on tumblr #digital art #ibispaint art #oc #acotar #art #beron vanssera #autumncourt #acourt of thorns and roses #acotar oc #a court of thorns and roses oc #faerie

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chocolakawaii · 27 days

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I'm going to create a new Acotar OC, this time a human, more specifically... A wizard

Jurian will have a big brother :³

#artists on tumblr #digital art #oc #acotar #jurian acotar

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chocolakawaii · 28 days

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I'm in conflict with myself, at the same time I want to draw my laziness attacks me, or I have creative block, maybe if I use those 3D models as a reference it will help me.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #ibispaint art #art

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chocolakawaii · 1 month

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So cute!

mlp oc doodlez

#look this is so cute!

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chocolakawaii · 1 month

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Angeline in her human form is simply a muse, elegant and dangerous, the queen of monsters.

human version/pony version

I like to imagine her as a woman of Brazilian and Spanish descent <3

Angeline was born in the crystal kingdom, she met Sombra a few months before the whole disaster happened.

Sombra only met Angeline because Hope thought the two would get along, she wasn't wrong, Sombra and Angeline became close and created a loving bond.

Despite being a pegasu, Angel can use magic and has learned to adapt to manipulate the spells she has studied since she was a child, all thanks to the red pendant that was given to her as a gift by Sombra's family who was imprisoned in the red crystal in the freezing territory far from the crystal empire.

Angeline only gained that sliver of power because Sombra wanted her by his side, and so it happened, with the two ruling side by side as king and queen.

one last warning, in my story/fanfic the villains win, so don't wait for the heroines appear to save the day. :)

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chocolakawaii · 1 month

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i created a human version of my mlp oc, i thought it would be better suited for certain situations. I also want to do more Sombra and Angeline mini comics ^^

Maybe I'll introduce other villains, but I'm not sure which one to draw

oh of course! explaining about Angeline, she is... Neutral, she is not completely a villain, but she is not good either. We can say that she is like Discord.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #oc #my litte pony friendship is magic #my little pony oc #my little pony #mlp

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chocolakawaii · 1 month

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jealous husband