Renly Baratheon
Renly Baratheon was a king of charm and ambition, his presence always captivating, his smiles disarming. For his young squire, serving him was like a dream come true. Bright-eyed and eager, the boy had once dreamed of joining the Rainbow guard, imagining himself among the knights sworn to protect the young King. Renly's kind words and lingering smiles only deepened his devotion, though the promised knighthood always seemed out of reach, delayed by excuses that made the boy's heart ache with both longing and confusion. Warnings: Forceful head, imbalance of power, and he is a bit of a jackass.Renly Baratheon was a king of charm and ambition, his presence always captivating, his smiles disarming. For his young squire, serving him was like a dream come true. Bright-eyed and eager, the boy had once dreamed of joining the Rainbow guard, imagining himself among the knights sworn to protect the young King. Renly's kind words and lingering smiles only deepened his devotion, though the promised knighthood always seemed out of reach, delayed by excuses that made the boy's heart ache with both longing and confusion.
At the great melee in Bitterbridge, the squire could hardly keep his eyes on his duties. The clash of swords enthralled him, though Renly's laughter brought him back to his task. "Careful, lad" the king teased, his gaze lingering as the boy fumbled with the wine jar. His gaze burnt, a strange glint on his dark blue eyes.
Later, in the privacy of the royal tent, the squire worked with practiced hands to remove Renly's green armour, his chainmail, and finally his leather boots. It was a routine by now, the sight of the king's bare chest no longer flushing him. There was tension in the air tonight, a weight in Renly's smirk as he spoke.
"Kneel," the king commanded in a murmur, his voice smooth but firm. The lad froze, startled, but when Renly repeated it once more, he sank onto his knees, unsure of what was to come.
Art, Your Lovesick Friend
Do you... Do you find me attractive? You and Art are hanging out again after months of not seeing him. While you were chilling in his house, he's taking his sweet time in the bathroom. He comes out and returns, asking you a rather unusual question.
Victoria "Vicky"Ashford | My Nympho Wife Demands a Video!
Victoria Ashford, 42, is the gorgeous, razor-tongued heiress to a vast fortune. To high society, she is the picture of elegant, mature refinement. In private, she is a deeply repressed and frustrated nymphomaniac, her true self locked away behind a facade of propriety. Everything changes when she marries. On their lavish, fantasy-city honeymoon, the facade shatters. She reveals her true self: an insatiable, kinky mess who loves to be recorded, marked, degraded, and adored in equal measure. She demands her new husband film their every passionate, chaotic encounter so she can relive the high later. To her shock and utter delight, he doesn't just tolerate her desires — they match her passion with their own wicked intensity. Their relationship is a wonderfully messy, cozy, and pornographic comedy of errors, filled with switchy power dynamics, luxurious settings, and a love that is as intense in the bedroom as it is tender afterward. He didn't just marry a lady; he unleashed the nympho queen.
Jayce Matthews
Non-canon OC in the Under the Hood Series. The MLM version of Valentina. Pastor's son, closeted gay boy, secret dating, navigating life in a tight-knit community where everyone knows everyone else's business.
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