#divine inside us

[crown-ov-horns]

My stupid OTP

and their stupid theme song

#Spotify #warrior nun #ava silva #adriel #warrior nun fandom #wn fandom #diary pages #playlist #otp #ava x adriel #avadriel #otp playlist #ghost #alba baptista #william miller #music #this song so gives s1 finale #but their possible dynamic in general #because even though he used his insights for manipulation i do believe he saw through the scars inside her #and they're both opposites and more like each other than they (or the fandom) want to believe #they'd make one hell of a force together #now question is do i include and the sea became blood in this #because this is temptation by the devil #atsbb is... less that since she's also a divine being #but i guess it works... because he's the only one who truly sees her and the only one she feels she can lean on eventually #atsbb differs a bit from my usual wn storylines

[glavilio]

me sprinkling in a little bit of romantic baggage into all my characters with a uniquely transgender flavor. no one is safe

#i'm making pernelle and calisone ex lovers from way back #and his guilt over hurting her is a big reason why he doesn't obey the court's order and kill them as a knight and vassal #also prince mirse (the current partner of callisone and true vassal of the court) doesn't see citinri as a threat #he's certainly more of a strategist politician than how the king sees himself as a divine ruler. he understands that citrini has no #economic power or political leverage and that they own no land. the king's religious and fanatic fears are not shared by his court in i #it's entirety. so his vassals don't necessarily obey him but don't dispose him because he is easy to manipulate and change to the status qu #would inevitably harm the monarchy and the power the lesser princes can use. marse especially understands that but also sees pernelle as a #major potential ally in case things do go sour. the island is inferior technologically and she is one of the few insiders with #scientific and technological expertise that compares to the early modern mainland and other continents #because of calisone and pernelles history calisone also acts a little bit like a father figure to citrini #though a temporary and very very distant one. since both of citirnis grandparents are dead and half estranged. and their cousin is the same #age and also quite distant emotionally and geographically #of course plenty of the vassals do share the same religious and political ideals with the king #or familial ties #those are the ones that pose a real danger to young arrant errant citrinitas

[starfish-comics]

I got a bit excited to try out every possible use of my teleportation gloves and it led to some trouble.

#turns out just because you can teleport somewhere doesn't mean you should #i tried to use them to get inside the actual fort in fort joy #and got myself into a fight that I was NOT ready for #and had to figure out how the flee function worked in a hurry #divinity #divinity original sin 2 #dos2 #comics #sebille

[wackachewbacca]

I don’t know if Uthodern is suffering so much because the city itself relies primarily on divine magic for its inner workings, but if this magical blackout extends to the rest of Exandria, does that make this is the beginning of a dark age?

#the historian inside me is absolutely buzzing #like i don’t really think it fits the exact qualifications for dark age but it’s like pretty close for a world used to magical divinity #since like it’s founding so dark age might be a bit different for them #c3 ep53 #the bells hells #critical role #cr spoilers

[corneater3000]

quitting my last survival mode inducing + disrespect ridden job brought to me boundless fields fertile with growth <3 frolicking lately in such a deeper knowing of purpose and alignment. it’s like when everything is whipping and swirling and chaotic around me, i have this tether now, which feels like the deepest parts of me settling into a new body. this new body looks just like the old one, soft and lush, but it does not hold doubt or shame or insecurity. there is not room for it anymore. it cannot exist in the spaces i am walking into. cultivating a landscape of inner gentleness and selffulness has been soooo guided by something greater + deeper + unspoken within me and everything has just been clicking lately. the feeling of alignment is easier to recognize and inhabit for longer periods—i feel so tender and humble and affected by everything in the sweetest way. it feels so true to be brimming with feelings and life and sorrow and fear and to be on my own side through it !

#i love using tumblr as a little diary #lol #i have some impending huge life changes coming and my nervous system usually does not adjust to big changes easily or we’ll #and of course in such divine timing i am building this grounding thing inside me #something that is very sure of where it is going and why it is here #once again on my knees in gratitude for the mystery and the magic and the timing of everything #how we are put through trials to learn skills that we will soon need to utilize #that there is a plan in motion always #before we can even recognize it #<33 #also on a separate note there has been a sudden development to my clairvoyance abilities #and i always underestimate the power of being able to see energetically what’s in front of me in a tangible way #the constant reminder of spirit and this entire plane that we are taught doesn’t exist #and how easy it is to come back to self with that reminder #everywhere i look! everyone i look at! #brings me back 2 meeee <3

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

does a mosque feel similar on the inside as a cathedral. would that be a comparison your mind might jump to when faced with a big resonant sort of awe-inducing space or nah

#and if nah what place that yaz has been could i then use #it's not like she couldnt have been in a church as a tourist but like. would she. and would her mind go to that comparison #me writing yaz pov is playing whackamole with catholic imagery it's The Worst #i think in general my yaz pov lacks a certain something bc i think we just really dont have the same life experiences #like in the little ways #in the ways that you will make comparisons to when faced with stuff #i can relate to a lot of her feelings but i cant imagine her concrete physical mundane daily life very well #which i actually cant with anyone super well but it's most apparent with yaz #bc with timelords i feel like youve got a lot of wiggle room #you can make them have experience of anything you want or need for a simile #i would be just as bad at it with any other human i just dont really write any other human super extensively tbh #the problem is also i love catholic imagery too much #i like the symbolism of divine stuff #especially between thoschei #but then it's also like i have no idea if divine stuff works the same way in any other religion so #just dont know if it translates #it probably Doesnt #i can only do my best #it's not much and it's not very honest work but #some pictures of inside mosques do look pretty similar in shape as churches im thinking of #just a lot wider #so maybe it does kinda sound/feel the same? #but idk the vibe in there. i also dont know the vibe wrt god #like protestants are all buddy buddy and all about jesus and stuff #thats not the vibe im aiming for here #i dont think islam is like that with god but i dont know how it is with god so #im aiming for awe

[waldenborn]

new tags drop.

#“ 𝒊. countenance ﹕ the sun inside him of him rages like wildfire and he is gold. #“ 𝒊. character study ﹕ the gods make the greatest of us mortals into constellations as though that gives us immortality. #“ 𝒊𝒊. persephone lynn ﹕ there is a constellation of you in the sky. #“ 𝒊𝒊. clarke griffin ﹕ she came to be from the ashes of divinity. #“ 𝒊𝒊. octavia blake ﹕ her eyes hold thunder and her blood is magma. #“ 𝒊𝒊. monty green ﹕ he carries the universe on his straining shoulders. #“ 𝒊𝒊. jasper jordan ﹕ we forget that stars too have numbered days. #“ 𝒊𝒊. raven reyes ﹕ you are the brightest goddamn sun i have ever seen. #“ 𝒊𝒊. bellamy blake ﹕ it's the boy with the ink stained dreams and a star soaked heart. #“ 𝒊𝒊. peyton moore ﹕ she's a nebula‚ exploding carbon and iron. #“ 𝒗. fightear ﹕ you and i drink the poison from the same vine. #“ 𝒗. season one ﹕ your crimes have made you expendable. #“ 𝒗. season two ﹕ i hope you know you're all incredibly special to us. #“ 𝒗. arkadia ﹕ just tell me how many burdens are left. #“ 𝒗. season three ﹕ there's no pain in the city of light. #“ 𝒗. season four ﹕ a second fire to destroy the world. #“ 𝒗. bunker ﹕ am i supposed to be grateful to have survived this. #“ 𝒗. season five ﹕ there are no good guys. #“ 𝒗. season six ﹕ face your demons. #“ 𝒗. the vampire diaries ﹕ nothing bad ever happens in mystic falls. #“ 𝒗. modern ﹕ i'm standing in the ashes of who i used to be.

[luxrayz64]

I saw a post a while back responding to criticism of botw as being "a good game but not a good zelda game", and they responded with how the Zelda Formula was getting tired and stale and botw was a response to that, that it was meant to harken back to the original zelda game where it just drops you in and it makes you find everything on yr own. which like is fine and good and all but. you do know that the original zelda had 8 full unique (as unique as they could be on the nes) dungeons right. the original zelda game had dungeon items. they didn't need to take out one of zeldas defining gameplay aspects and replace it with the fundamentally inferior shrines and divine beasts. you can make a game non linear and refresh its gameplay without taking out one of the series' strongest aspects.

#I saw it ages ago and haven't really stopped thinking about it #there's no way you can ever try to tell me that shrines r superior to dungeons no way #shrines are short. dull. all use the same assets and same theming. theres no room to work on and develop concepts #some concepts r developed across multiple shrines but bc the order you find shrines in is different every time it still doesnt work #divine beasts r fucking disappointing. they're the actual dungeons but they're abt as long as a mini dungeon and as boring as the shrines #they at least have the set pieces of taking place on giant moving mechs going for them. but inside they're all the same #the bosses are visually all the same #you can make a good zelda game w only four dungeons majoras mask is RIGHT THERE. but mm also has sidequests and a strong story and #strong characters that aren't already dead that you actually give a shit about #romani ranch and the. I can't remember his name. kafe or whatever the fuck his quest was so interesting #the only quest botw has that comes anywhere near as close to it in quality is tarrey town and the actual GAMEPLAY side of that quest is- #just chop down trees and gather x amount of wood #like multiple people I know who played botw didn't even want to actually fight the final boss/only fought the final boss out of boredom #that's not good!!!! when people aren't invested enough in your story to even fucking beat it that's not a good sign!!!!! #mmmmm don't get me wrong. botw is a good game. it's fun to explore and traverse that world. its physics and chemistry systems r insane #but this is why people say it's a good game but not a good zelda game bro 😭 I want more than 2 types of dungeons #botw is a game im very conflicted on I think it's fascinating. but I've only played it thru fully once #anytime I try to come back to it it can never really regain my attention fully #some of that absolutely has to do with adhd but some of that also has to do with the fact that it's not a rewarding game to play- #for me after a certain point. I've seen everything there is to see and that's really the only compelling thing it offers #ocarina of time and twilight princess and majoras mask all offer me cool boss fights and compelling stories #THAT'S a reason to come back. botw I think I need another 5 years to forget everything about it before I can come back #that last point has more to do with me than an inherent problem with the game #... but it's still the only game in the series (that I've played) that has that problem #again. I like botw. it was phenomenal the first 200 hours. I hope tok is more like what I want from a zelda game though #need to stop putting the entire post in the tags goddamn #espeon cries

[royalreef]

(( I don’t know if I included it before when I talked about everything that the waterbreathing charms that Miranda gives to people do, exactly, but I DID abruptly remember that they should make it so that anyone who’s wearing one is unable to get dizzy.

On land as well as underwater — the charms themselves have no way to “detecting” if someone is underwater or not, since that’s more complicated and creates more problems than it solves, so technically, if you were given a waterbreathing charm by Miranda, you abruptly cannot get dizzy in any physical way.

I imagine it doesn’t do anything for sensations of dizziness caused by emotions ( or maybe it does? it would be useful, since they are taking people who might panic at all the sensations that come along as a result of simply being underwater, down to where that can really become an issue ), but more importantly, I don’t think it would affect balance either.

It would probably serve more of a “band-aid” function as a magical artifact, able to remove the sensation of dizziness after the fact, without physically altering anything or doing even more intrusive magic on the rest of the inner ear that controls balance. Since these are primarily intended to be used for guests and people who are just visiting, comfort and end-user experience would be the primary concern, and so something simpler would be far more ideal than anything deeper.

#Most secret royal advisor || OOC #Given by Divine Right || Headcanons #(( i have so many headcanons abt the waterbreathing charms and how they WORK #(( which is useful bc like #(( theyre super important and miranda does in fact give them to people #(( i'd have to decide on the emotional dizziness as well..... like i said its entirely designed for comfort #(( and while my first idea involves the magic being activated through the pathway the dizziness comes about #(( so in this case it would have to do with the inner ear and what's going on inside of it #(( it wouldnt necessarily stop the brain from feeling the sensation of dizziness. only the inner ear's ability to communicate that to it. #(( so if it were triggered by conditions inside of the brain and the inner ear was uninvolved the magic might not be tripped #(( so to have it remove emotional dizziness as well would mean the magic would have to be applied #(( directly to the ability to feel dizziness at all #(( which merfolk might not want to remove entirely #(( as it can still be important for the body to register based upon other circumstances #(( now you see my process with designing magic in general for miri and this worldbuilding

[kiilonova]

i understant the whole divine alchemy of the body approach to transsexuality but for me personally it is about the technical science and the chemical microbiological changes and the transformation of the physical to match the existing divinity im already tapped into.

#cro zone #i get this feeling inside me like im not really trans- gender. more like my gender was never determined in the first place #and i have just been doing what makes me happy forever #and knowing that that will change over time #and feeling like my body is a tool that gets polished and adjusted as i use it #like its just a vehicle for me. which can be divine if you want. but its not for me #i relish in the tangibility and the physical earthen nature of the body #knowing the cycle of the seasons is for me too

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

“Too fucked out to reply, sweetheart?” Simon teased, nipping at the skin at the base of your throat. “Nothin’ else you want to yell at me for?”

You let out a groan in reply, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you held onto Simon’s shoulders for dear life as he fucked up into you. “F-fuck you, Si.”

“I’m trying, love.” Simon nipped again at your throat, eliciting a yelp from you. “You come home all mad from your bad day, and take it out on me, huh? What did I do to deserve the attitude, sweet girl?”

“N-Nothing!” You panted breathlessly as Simon continued to ruthlessly pound into you, his cock hitting spots within you that you didn’t even know existed.

“That right?” Simon threw you a smirk, before stalling his hips completely, his cock resting motionless inside of you. “You just needed someone to take your bad mood out on?”

“‘M sorry, Simon.” You moaned, squirming underneath your boyfriend in hopes he’ll start moving again. “Please.”

“Nuh uh, you’ve been bratty. You want to be fucked? You gotta do the work yourself.” Simon flipped the two of you over, smirking as you now sat perched on top of him. “Go on then, use my cock to make you feel better.”

You pursed your lips together in frustration, your nails digging into Simon’s chest as you lifted yourself off his length, before sinking yourself back down onto it. The stretch of him inside of you never failed to make your mouth water. “Oh my god, Simon.”

Your nails began to leave crescents across your lovers chest, marks Simon would be sure to flaunt later. You set a steady pace, the only thing mattering in that moment being your inevitable orgasm.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” Simon praised, his eyes locked onto the divine sight of you fucking yourself on his cock. “Keep using me, go on. Make yourself cum.”

As Simon’s fingers squeezed at your hips, and his low grunts and groans filled the room you felt yourself growing closer to your high. His cock was sinking deep within you, causing your mind to run blank.

And with Simon’s sweet praises falling from his lips as you came undone on top of him, the entirety of your shitty day was long forgotten.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: excuse the double post- been in a bit of a writing frenzy.

Planning on taking a break for a little while soon, wanted to thank everyone again for the support💕

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #cod imagine #mw2 imagine #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #female reader

[the-travelling-witch]

CHECK IN DAY!!

How are you? Have you eaten today? Have you drunk any water?

What have you been up to? Any new interests or plans?

Signed with love, Cal!

hello, i’ve not been doing too hot today (i reblogged my period comfort post… you can guess who did not sleep because of cramps this night)

i ate breakfast and lunch but didn’t see a point in having dinner, soooo i might be a teeny bit hungry (but i’m about to go to sleep, so it’s not much of an issue) and yes i drank water~

i’ve neither made progress with the event nor pulled jingliu BUT I FINALLY ORDERED SOME HAIKYUU VOLUMES AAAHHHH I’M SO EXCITED to unpack them when i visit my parents again

also i ordered sth which was supposed to arrive in november but in the confirmation mail it said they’d resume shipping on june 24th??? so i’m trying to get ahold of the seller and clear this situation ㅠㅠ

on another note, i saw art of someone’s spiderman oc and i’m…. looking respectfully

so yeah, ups and downs, as life tends to go *shrug*

how are you though?? <3

#┊✩彡 divine correspondence ♡ #┊✩彡 cherished guests ♡ #┊✩彡 letter from — cal ♡ #┊✩彡 letter from — yourloc-lgh0st ♡ #which one should i use #tumblr is not going to remember either #but yeah #i still don’t trust the kitchen #and i feel bad eating out all the time #at least i can eat for cheap at my work place #ALSO I NEED THAT PARCEL TO ARTIVE NEXT MONTH OR I’LL PASS AWAY #NO WAY I COULD WAIT UNTIL NEXT YEAR??? #so i think it’s just outdated #but with every day i don’t get clarification i die a little on the inside #also also #i seriously need to redo the event #nobody gets it *sobs*

[greenedbeans]

There are a lot of issues with the ethics of ai art right now but it's really fucking something to see people consistently mad that it makes art accessible to others

#im seeyhing bc i saw a post like 'the art is inisde of you!! its called being human!! disability isnt an excuse for using ai art!!!' #so i go to their blog abd its all. 'dont be an ableist asshole!!!' and its like. oh okay cunt. #fuck all the disabled people who literally cant make art i guess! the art is inside them so they should be happy with that right?? #like literally this point is so fucking vile. the feeling of needing to make and not being able to is agony #and like. what an awful point. OBVIOUSLY art comes from within but thats not the fucking point #bc if it WAS we wouldnt feel the need to make art. we would be satisfied within our worlds with no urbe to reach out #*urge not urbe #but we DO make art and we do it at least partially to be HEARD and to be SEEN like no other method of communication offers #so to argue that making ai art is evil even if you cannot make other kinds of art because 'art' comes from within-- well fuck that entirely #also. people need to stop trying to define art in a way that differentiates True Divine Honest Art from lowly images or whatever #comes off very fashy and very you've never tried to make art #which the latter isnt an insult just that like. someone is trying to define something they have no experience with and it shows #and if op DOES make art then this whole thing is even more vile. i hate artists that try to deligitimize other art like this more than #a lot of other things bc i do make art and i have met those people and they are just fucking cruel full stop

[werecreature-addicted]

part one

Fallen angel who can't help but crave sex every moment after you two make love for the first time. He doesn't want to eat or sleep or work, he wants to be balls deep inside your perfect cunt. He's only ever known Devotion, not even as a form of love, but as a way of life, now that he's lost his god he has nothing to devote himself to except for your perfect body and the holy way you cum. He eats you out with the same diligence as he used to pray. He knows your body the way a priest knows the bible. Your cries of pleasure are like gospel music. divine.

He drizzles honey over your tits and sucks your skin clean again, lavishing you with his tongue, teasing your nipples with his teeth. If you're worried that he's not eating enough he'll gladly take every meal at the alter of your breasts.

He feels unworthy when you bathe him, no amount of soap will make him clean again. He doesn't deserve your soft affection. if anything, he should be bathing you, kneeling at your feet, bringing warm water over your body, tenderly washing every inch. but he's not the worshiper he once was, he gets distracted, and he strokes your pussy slowly back and forth, the soap long forgotten as he "cleans" you. He strokes your clit slowly, his breath fluttering as you twitch against the pad of his fingers. He's so lucky to be in the cult of your love, your first and only follower. Normally he knows that people would try to share this pleasure, this sanctum, but the thought of sharing you twists him inside. He thinks he'd kill anyone else who tried to worship you the way he does.

#monster imagine #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #teratophillia #monster #fallen angel #fallen angel x reader #angel x reader #blasphemy #yandere monster #yandere x reader #yandere

[valeskafics]

"Insatiable" - Politician!Coriolanus Snow x Bimbo Wife!Reader

Part 2 HERE.

a/n: a birthday gift to my beloved @hopelesswritergall 🩷

Summary: Coryo doesn't like it when people look at what's his.

Word Count: 2,500

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, daddy kink, semi public sex, shoe riding, oral m receiving, deep throating, dacryphilia, choking, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, biting

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hunger Games/Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

No matter how one feels about Coriolanus Snow, he has one thing to his credit that no one can ever take away from him.

His devotion to his wife.

He’s cold, calculating, and the exact opposite of you, the sweet, bubbly young woman who has no problem capturing the hearts of everyone she meets. You’ve lived in the Capitol all your life, coming from an affluent family - one of the richest in the city in fact, spoiled rotten by your parents. Coryo knew from the moment he saw you, at the tender age of seven years old, that he needed to have you. And eventually, he made it happen. You became his adoring girlfriend, all throughout your years at the Academy and University, his staunchest supporter day in and day out. And, after graduating, he asked you to marry him, which you eagerly accepted.

The two of you haven’t been married for very long when Coryo is appointed to the position of Minister of War, inserting himself as President Ravinstill’s right hand man. A lavish ball is to be held in his honor at the President’s residence, indicating the fact that he has truly arrived in high society. Coryo sighs, checking his watch, calling out to you that the limo has been pulled out and the two of you are going to be late if you don’t leave soon. Knowing you, you’re probably busy dolling yourself up, the thought making him smile. He hears you call out that you’ll be down in a moment, glancing up when you clear your throat.

His jaw drops when he sees you, dressed in a strapless baby pink gown, paired with a pink fur stole and impossibly high stilettos, again, pink of course. You look divine, he muses, watching you make your way down the stairs, the picture of beauty and femininity. He takes you into his arms the moment you reach the bottom floor.

“You look beautiful, my love,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your jaw, “Absolutely beautiful.” His gaze falls to the hollow of your throat, eyes lighting up as he remembers something unknown to you, “Close your eyes, baby.”

You acquiesce immediately, long lashes fluttering shut as you wait for him to tell you to open them again. You feel him lead you to the mirror in your entrance foyer, his hands deftly fastening something around your neck before he tells you to open your eyes. You gasp at what you see - a beautiful silver necklace, inlaid with pink diamonds and fine crystals. You trace the extravagant piece with your fingertips.

“Oh, Coryo, it’s beautiful!”

He rests his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapped around you, whispering, “Everyone’s eyes will be on us tonight, my love. Let’s give them something to stare at.”

You smile at him, giggling softly as his hands move to squeeze your hips, lingering near your ass, “Okay, we should go, I guess?”

He nods, taking your arm, but not before presenting you with a white rose to place on your dress, making you smile. Coryo opens the door to the limo for you, ever the perfect gentleman, admiring the way your dress hugs your plump little ass as you climb inside, him coming in after you. The lights of the Capitol pass you by as your chauffeur takes you to the President’s residence, but the only thing you can think about is the feeling of Coryo’s hand, moving up your thigh, dangerously close to where he wishes to touch you the most. You give him a pout, shaking your head, stopping the path of his hand.

“Nope.”

He looks at you, surprised, “But, darling-”

“Last time we did this, all the press talked about for a month were the hickeys you left on my neck!”

He smirks at how adorable you look when you try to stand your ground and say no to him, squeezing your thigh, “Maybe we can make headlines again…”

“Coryo,” you whine, making him snicker, “We said no more limo quickies!”

“Come on,” he teases, “Let me have a little fun before I have to shake hands with all these assholes.”

He loves how innocent you act, squirming when his fingers ghost along your core. You’re so sweet, so pretty and adorable on the outside. But he knows you like it just as filthy and nasty as he does. You shake your head again.

“Nuh uh. I’m showing up looking perfect. No messed up hair. No rips in my dress. No hickeys.”

Coryo grumbles to himself, crossing his arms and pulling away from you. He leans back in his seat, thinking to himself that he’s going to get at what’s underneath that dress before the night is over, one way or another. You look too damn good for him to resist. And tonight’s supposed to be a celebration for him after all. He deserves this. He deserves everything you can give.

It’s not your first time here, but when you pull into the driveway of the President’s residence, you are once again struck by the sheer opulence of the place. You’ve grown up in the lap of luxury, sure, but this is another level. Your high heels click along the marble floor as an aide takes your stole and you and Coryo are led to the event hall, already filled with guests and journalists, and of course, President Ravinstill himself, along with the rest of the cabinet. You stand at his side, playing the part of the adoring trophy wife to perfection. He keeps his hand on your lower back, loving the feeling of your soft body against him as the two of you meet and greet everyone who is there in his honor. You charm everyone you meet, but none more so than the President.

Coryo hates it. How the dirty old geezer keeps eyeing you up and down, his gaze lingering on your cleavage, the curve of your hips, your bare shoulders. He wishes he could wring the old bastard’s neck, his jaw ticking as you do your best not to cringe when the man all but drags you to the dance floor, his paws all over you. How fucking dare he? You belong to Coryo. No one else. Only him. The President be damned. He can tell how uncomfortable you are, the tiny amount of fear in your eyes as the man continues to flirt with you. No one else can tell, but Coryo can. He’s always been able to read you like an open book. Yet, for his sake, you keep up appearances and continue the dance, only to be whisked away by your husband the moment it’s over.

He drags you to the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind you before rounding on you. You look up at him, brow furrowed in that way he’s always found so goddamn adorable.

“Coryo, what’re you doing-”

You gasp as his hand moves to your neck, just above where your necklace rests. He grips your throat, just enough to restrict your airflow, holding you in place. You can feel his cock throbbing against your thigh as he presses himself up against you. His voice is a low snarl as he finally speaks.

“Mine. No one looks at my wife like that.”

You whine softly, his thumb grazing against the hollow of your throat. You rub your thighs together, desperate for friction as you nod and mumble an affirmative, earning a smirk from your husband, his eyes blown so wide with lust that the blue of his irises is almost completely black.

“That’s a good girl.”

You remain silent as he turns you around, both of you facing the mirror. You feel his fingers tracing your shoulder blades down to the top of your dress, feeling him undo the clasp that holds it together. You allow it to fall to the floor, stepping out of it and turning to face him, gazing up at him. You chose to forego wearing a bra or panties tonight, not wanting to ruin the look of your dress, something that Coryo is endlessly grateful for. You look so perfect standing in front of him, wearing nothing but your high heels and the jewels he gifted you. His breathing grows heavier as he admires every inch of your body, his eyes roving over you ravenously.

Before he can even ask, you sink down to your knees, looking up at him through your lashes. You move to mouth at his cock over the fabric of his dress pants, giggling at the groan he lets out. Coryo moves to undo his belt and pants quickly, freeing his cock from its confines, watching as you take him between your pink lipstick-stained lips, eyes on him all the while. His hand moves into your hair, watching with delight as you move to grind yourself against his dress shoes as you suck him off, caressing his balls while he fucks your mouth. You moan against him, eyes filling with tears when he pushes himself far enough down your throat that you gag. But he knows you’ll tell him to stop if need be. You just gaze up at him with those watery eyes, holding your breath until he finally pulls out of your mouth, lifting you up onto the sink counter.

“Someone could see,” you giggle breathlessly as he lines himself up along your cunt, running the fat head of his cock against you, slapping it against your clit, reveling in the little whimper you let out.

“Let them,” he rasps as he pushes inside you with one fluid thrust, moaning at how wet and warm your sweet little pussy feels around him as he splits you open, “Let them all see and never forget who you belong to.”

His gaze falls to the jewels on your neck, the ones he gave you, as you breathe, “I belong to you, Daddy.”

Coryo chuckles darkly, lifting your thighs to wrap around his waist, “That’s right, baby. You belong to Daddy. And Daddy’s going to take what’s his.”

He loves the feeling of your stilettos digging into his muscular back as he begins pistoning his hips against yours, the sound of your whimpers filling him with a perverse pleasure he can’t even begin to describe. He’s wanted you all fucking day, and you’ve made him wait. So now? He’s going to take what he wants without any mercy. Your head falls back against the mirror as he ruts against you furiously, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the large bathroom.

“Going to fill this pretty little pussy up,” he hisses, “Watch my cum leak out of you. Going to fuck you so hard you’re going to feel me all week.”

“Yes, Daddy, fuck,” you manage to choke out, heels digging harder into his back, spurring him on to slot his hips against you even faster, harder, the head of his cock rubbing up against your sweet spot, making you whine pathetically, “Fuck, yes, Daddy, right there, oh my God!”

One of his hands moves to your throat again, eyes locked on yours as he squeezes slightly, fucking into you with abandon, knowing that it’s entirely possible you can be heard back at the party. But he wants them to hear the noises his pretty baby makes. Noises that only he can get you to make. Your tits bounce with each snap of his hips, making him smirk as he thinks to himself how pretty they’ll look when he knocks you up, all full, his lips wrapped around them, fuck, he can hardly contain himself. He’s going to breed you, his pretty little wife who he’s fucked so stupid all she can do is gaze up at him with parted lips, gasping for breath.

He lets out a low groan as you squeeze around him, squealing his name, spilling himself deep inside you mere moments later, his hot spend coating your walls, making you moan softly.

You stay like that, eyes locked on each other for a long moment, before you hear someone knock, asking if the bathroom’s occupied. Coryo quickly helps you off of the counter, back into your dress, both of you fixing yourselves up to make it seem like nothing happened. That’s when you see it.

You hadn’t even noticed him kissing your neck while the two of you were fucking, too blissed out by the feeling of being stretched open on his cock, but there it is.

“I look like I got mauled by a muttation!” You whine, giving him a pitiful look, “Coryo!”

He chuckles, kissing your neck right over the hickey, “You look like your daddy took what’s his.”

You giggle, nuzzling up against him as he leads you out of the bathroom, knowing eyes following the pair of you as you question, “How long till we can go home?”

Coryo presses a kiss to your temple, “Let’s just say a few more hello’s and then we can head back for round two.”

You nod, smiling to yourself happily.

As the night winds down and you get into the limo, you seat yourself in Coryo’s lap, sighing, burying your face in the crook of his neck as his arms wrap around you, “You should be President.” You giggle, “Then people will be too afraid to look at me or dance with me.”

Coryo arches a brow, his hands moving to your ass, squeezing your supple flesh, “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? You’d make an adorable First Lady.” You nod and yawn softly, nuzzling up against him, prompting him to ask, his voice a bit more gentle now, “You sleepy, little one?”

You nod, eyes fluttering shut, “Mhm.”

“Then close your eyes and sleep,” he coos, stroking your face with the back of his hand, affectionate evident in his gaze, “Daddy has you.”

“Wake me up when we get home?” You request, “You promised round two.”

He chuckles, nodding at your words before pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “I did promise that, didn’t I?”

“Uh huh. And since you’re a big fancy government man now, you have to keep your promises,” you say, your voice so adorably innocent that it makes his chest ache, “It’s illegal if you don’t.”

Coryo laughs, kissing your cheek, letting his lips linger against your skin, “I’ll always deliver on my promises to you, baby. Don’t wanna risk getting arrested,” he jokes, loving the soft little laugh you let out.

“Love you, Coryo,” you mumble as you drift off, “Congrats, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

He holds you tight, gazing at you with all the love he possesses. The subtle rise and fall of your chest fills him with excitement as he thinks of what’s to come when you get home, but he can’t stop thinking about what you said.

That he should be President. That no one would dare look at you if he were.

A smirk crosses his lips.

“I love you too, baby.”

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dragon zhongli who has to fuck you with his fat tip before he can even do anything more than that, your jaw hanging open as he shifts your lower half towards him— his trembling breath on your skin weeping, his nocturnal and safe cradle rounding up this dance of tension as your eyes turn into heart.

it's everywhere, zhongli was everywhere, invading your senses and penetrating your nostrils with his gracious, galvanizing scent— not to mention how sweat and all kinds of fluids were now pooling stickily onto your belly, thighs and cunt. you moan salaciously at the further stretch, sensing a heart beat on your warm sex as zhongli gives you another inch, not failing to see you absolutely loving it with that clouded grin on your lips.

his tip slides deeper and the copious amount of cum surely aided him in that, fueling an additional stretch on you while zhongli stays like that for a while, in you, forcing you to feel his large length push into your walls— the man knows he cannot let you indulge too much though, you'll either get a little greedy or it'll end up being a bit too much for your sweet, little cunt to bear, especially with the way he'd pinch and nudge against the swollen regions inside you with thrilling pressure.

zhongli was massive and a part of him feared that he'd be too much.

your hips roll up to meet his small thrusts, which were pitiful grinds if anything as zhongli looks at how your pussy was swallowing him suggestively, feeling entirely wanton as the sensations cascaded through him with a heady lust that transcended every expectation inside of his heart.

you know that if his fat cock hurts you, he will stop immediately and resort back in fucking you with his thick tip, because of course, zhongli wants you go enjoy it, there was nothing else he wanted more.

he always tells you to take your time until you're used to his shape, his size and his pace— used to his sensual movements which served as an invitation to your body spasming beneath his dominating one.

someone with such experience which zhongli harbored, wasn’t necessarily shy in his doings, not at all, in fact— he's blunt, experienced when he grabs your hips to him and pull his steadily hardening cock against the tight opening of your hole a bit more.

now, halfway through, you show him how obediently your walls throb around him when he fucks you, when he feeds your cunt with his aching erection until it's settled in a position you're pleased in and your legs get all sore, pushing you to a place of pleasure and harmony like anything you had known before.

it felt like it belonged here, just as it felt like you couldn't possibly move your hips anymore by how full you were of him— and his draconic instincts emerge as his eyes glow of divinity and lust, his shaft pushing into every bit of space your hole could offer.

dropping your head back into the pillows, you feel a knot forming in your stomach until it started to scratch and throb in you, yet the sensation of being overcrowded by his cock made it difficult to decide if it was your orgasm building up or if zhongli had already invaded the literal guts of you.

his thick, oozy cum was making the friction nearly unbearable to ignore as it turns you more sensitive— aside from the fact that his seed was impossibly hot, almost as if it was trying to burn through your walls when all it did was turn you needier. it has your body covered in his filth, and your voice was too broken with moans and gasps to form words as you mewl into his mouth with every touch and thrust.

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