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...man i really liked the cassandra pegging one, not nearly enough of girls being caged and pegged rough out there, if you ever really feel like it seeing that explored more would make my (w)hole week

Welp, after seeing @zeleneagle ‘s art of buff Cassandra (find it here) I figured I just needed to write some smut bout it!🙇‍♀️🙌

I love that wordplay there, hon XD

Let’s get into it!

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You squirm a little in your chair, your eyes trailing over Cassandra’s exposed back. From this angle you perfectly see as the light dances around her muscles, smooth and hard along her scarred back and arms, even some visible at her sides from this angle, leading up to her muscular, hard stomach.

You watch her clean the many daggers set out on the table in front of her, sharpening them and swinging them at the air to test them right away.

As she does so, you can only watch in awe, your mouth watering and shivers running up your spine at her demonstration.

If it wasn’t for the annoying cock cage between your legs, you’d be rock hard by now, perhaps even bold enough to try and reach down and wrap your hand around yourself in desperate attempt to get off. Something she undoubtedly would punish you for, and likely notice within moments.

As if sensing your filthy thoughts, she turns to you, and you feel taken aback by her beauty.

Golden eyes pierce you as they flicker across your body, from your head and hair to the collar and chain leash sitting snuggly at your throat, to your tight shirt and the pants concealing your bulged underwear and caged cock.

Your mouth waters at the sight of her and your hands twitch with the desire to touch either her or yourself.

Your breath hitches as she steps to you, leaning down to your level. Her eyes are so beautiful, so dark and bright at the same time. You gasp when one of her hands drops between your legs, caressing the bulge in your pants. And yet when you attempt to look down automatically, her hand shoots out and grips your chin tightly.

You’re made to keep looking at her, your lips parting when she rubs her hand between your thighs. Eagerly, or perhaps simply desperately, you spread your legs wider for her, and feel your cheeks burn up as she laughs at this.

She leans in, whispering lowly in your ear;

“I had no idea I had such a slut at my hands”

You gasp as her hand rubs against your pants, right onto your balls.

“Then again, I should hardly be surprised”, she adds, a filthy smirk playing on her dark painted lips.

You try desperate to keep looking at her, yet you can barely resist looking down at her exposed chest. So strong, so muscular…her chest, large, perfectly sized.

Your head spins at the memory of her, her golden eyes piercing you as she rubs her breasts along you, teasing, bringing moans and moans from you.

Your entire body aches, then, she rises, taking you with her.

“A-Ah!”, you yelp in surprise as she tugs you up using your leash, bringing you to your feet. This close to her, it’s yet again obvious that she’s much taller, much stronger…

You gulp, looking up at her as she holds your leash tight.

“Off, pet”, a single command, spoken as she tugs on your pants. Immediately, you scramble to follow it, undoing your belt and quickly shimmying out of your pants and underwear.

You whimper yet again as your balls are groped, her fingers hard and strong, teasing you just right. You feel her hands moving up your body again, gasp when her sharp, claw-like nails sink into your shirt and rip out suddenly.

The fabric is shredded from your body, leaving you entirely exposed. Despite her chest being exposed too, it becomes immediately clear who is in charge here.

You shiver as she bends down lightly, brushing her lips against the space between your jaw and neck, just above your collar. You whimper helplessly for her, crane your neck and expose more of your flesh for her.

A pleased hum comes from her, and you feel her smirk against your skin, sharp teeth dragging against you. You whine and moan, groan helplessly when they dig in onto a moment later.

You clutch her hips as pain and pleasure greets you, certainly a familiar combination as it comes to Cassandra.

Blood runs down your neck, staining the black collar and dripping onto the silver chain of your leash.

You gasp, then, when you feel her fingers at your cock cage. Is she- please, please! You start breathing a little heavier, your eyes opening wide in anticipation.

“Ple-ease”, you rasp out, hopeful to see your cock released again. With Cassandra, the cage is only ever removed when she grants it. Often, you go all day, multiple days, only ever allowed to take it off when she takes you or plays with you. And often your cock is caged right after again, the sadist moaning and licking the salty tears that run down your cheeks as you cry out your desperations.

You’re shaking in her gasp, trembling in anticipation as the thing comes off and your cock is finally allowed freedom again. Immediately, her hand is on it, and your hips buck wildly as you attempt to get used to the intense pleasure of her warm palm stroking and squeezing you roughly.

Your legs tremble, knees buckle a little. You fall, held onto on her arms as she jerks her hand around your cock. White hot pleasure runs through your body, your vision blurry as shivers run down your spine. She’s so good to you, so, so good, and you feel so very sensitive each time the cage is removed again.

You whimper and moan, feeling so close already.

“Ye-es! Yes, please!”, you plead, whimper, cry out.

“Ca-Cass! More…!”, you beg, your moans and heavy breaths filling the armory with their depraved sounds. She laughs only, her dark eyes flashing. She loves to see you like this, so helpless, so eager, so utterly at her mercy. She knows what you want, what you have been thinking about.

You’re so close, feel yourself approach the edge as she jerks you off fast and rough, teasing your tip and squeezing each time at the top, dragging her hand down even as precum drips from your tip and runs down your hard cock already.

So close, so close…

You’re sure it takes only a few more seconds…!

Then, you cry out when her hand moves away again, leaving your cock drooling and twitching, aching painfully.

“Please!”, you cry out, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks already. She loves this, to keep you so sensitive, so utterly needy you’ll cry sweet tears for her when you don’t get what you want. She rarely gives in, but you know your tears and aching cock have your sadistic girlfriend’s pussy throb.

Your leash is tugged and you’re pulled back up your feet, your body still quivering beneath her touch.

Next, her lips are on yours, her tongue shamelessly shoving into your mouth and effortlessly dominating yours.

You moan, gasp, whine as more precum drips from you and onto the ground.

“Clean me, pet”, she whispers against your lips, her teeth sinking into your bottom lip as she pulls away and offers her wet hand to you.

Almost in worshipping fashion, you gently grip her strong wrist, moaning hotly when you lick across her palm. Like the rest of her, her palm and fingers are strong and scarred. You feel her veins underneath your tongue, suck and allow your tongue and teeth to drag against them lightly.

You taste yourself on her, the reminder of your near orgasm having your cock twitch and your balls ache again. When you open your eyes, you find hers are set on you, a confident, lazy smile on her dark painted lips.

Then, you allow your eyes to trail down subtly, down her neck to her choker necklace, her strong collarbone, her round breasts and hard nipples, to her muscular stomach and all the way to where her black jeans sit.

Your eyes trail along the chain hanging from them, the bulge in them. Your mouth waters around your fingers, wondering which strap she’s chosen today. The one matching her grayish skin tone? Large and long, a thick base and tip? Or the black one, even larger, with a rigged shaft and a thick tip and base? Or another one entirely?

She presses down on your tongue, demanding your attention again, and you obey instantly. While you’ve learned to love the pain she so dearly inflicts on you, you know it’s not wise to misbehave in the armory, surrounded by daggers and knives, swords and maces and what not for her to use on you.

“Are we going to be good today, morsel?”, she hums, her eyes boring into your flesh, almost.

Gulping, you nod. “Yes, my Lady”

Next, you only see a blur of your vision. You gasp when you’re promptly bent over the chair, your cock’s tip lightly pressing against the chair. You whine and whimper, feeling the leash tugged again.

Your back is arched slightly, just ideal for her and what she has planned for you. Your head spins as you feel her caress your ass, her sharp fingernails dragging into your skin and scratching you up.

As usual, the power dynamic between the two of you is obvious.

Cassandra, tall and powerful, pinning you against the chair. And you, leashed and collared, your cock dripping at the mere touch of your lover.

You hear her unzip her jeans, jump when you feel her strap slap against your ass cheeks.

Then, her hand is back on your cock in an instant, rubbing and stroking, turning as she jerks you off expectedly.

“Aah! Ye-ees!”, you groan, eyes closing, lips parting. You’re somewhat aware of what she’s doing, feel her press up against you and stroke her strap against your cock as she practically milks you to use your precum and cum as lube.

Pushing up against your balls and base, you feel, this is the black strap with the strange texture that never fails to make you see stars and pant helplessly for her.

Always, Cassandra utterly ruins you, often leaves you gaping and gasping, squirming for days as you attempt to get used to the stretched out feeling of your ass and the soreness of your freshly caged cock.

You’re shivering and whimpering, your back arched, your ass pushed against her front as she works you closer and closer to an orgasm with one hand and holds your leash to her chest with the other.

You’re feeling yourself get closer yet again, your balls aching, your face scrunching up when you’re so, so close. You drip down on her strap, groan when it’s rubbed against you to smear the wetness along you, too. She knows your body well, plays you like a violin, and she knows it.

Pleasure runs through your body when you get right to the edge, and you shiver and moan pleasantly when you feel her thick lips against your ear, her breath tickling it as she whispers;

“Cum”

A command, but also; permission.

Your body shakes and shivers as you obey, your cock trembling, cum shooting into her hand before it’s smeared right onto her large cock.

Larger, and thicker than yours of course, as it is with Cassandra. While not at all being condescending, she is superior to you in most things, and likes to remind you of this when she makes you look up at her, tugs and lifts you easily, and yes, even with her larger straps, enough to make you mewl pathetically for her.

Not giving you even a moment to recover, she first pushes her wet finger into you and pulls you close with your leash, tugging her finger to make space when she lines herself up with you.

Immediately, you feel overly sensitive again, holding onto the chair tightly when, at last, she pushes herself into you.

“AAH! Ngnnn, Ca-Cass’!”, you groan, gasping for breath when the leash is tugged again and your ass is completely flush against her.

She’s in so far, so deep, filling you completely…

With one hand gripping the leash and the other massaging your pulsing and drooling cock, she begins thrusting, hard and fast, giving you no opportunity to get used to her pace.

The armory is filled with moans and gasps, loud whines coming from your lips at the overwhelmingly good pleasure she grants you. You feel so sensitive, far too needy, but can’t bring yourself to be humiliated by this, not when she makes you feel so good.

Her strap massages your inner walls with every thrust, rubbing up against the wet heat while her hand works on your hardening cock.

Damn her, she has always been painfully good at controlling your body…!

“Fu-uuck!”, you groan, eyes squeezing shut again, your tongue poking out of your mouth. You only feel her, feel her so deep in her, feel her body curled into yours as her hips thrust powerfully.

“That’s it, pet!”, she cheers, laughing at your display of the pleasure she grants you.

You’re already twitching in her hand again, your hole squeezing her strap eagerly and drooling onto the floor between you each time she pulls out even a little bit.

You’re so close, so, so, so close to cumming already. You groan, find yourself craving the orgasm and becoming more and more desperate for it.

“Please..aa-ahh, please!”, you gasp, louder and louder the closer you get.

You’re so hard, so close…!

Of course, she knows.

Again, you feel her teeth dig into you, crying out and moaning loudly as she drinks. She does always insist, your blood tastes even sweeter when on the edge of an orgasm, feeling nothing but the pleasure she grants you.

You beg again, plead shamelessly for the orgasm you know only she can grant you.

Thankfully, it seems she’s in a good mood today.

Another series of powerful thrusts into you, and you’re pushed over the edge. You scream as you finally reach your orgasm, cumming against your chest and the chair, twitching and moaning helplessly as she bottoms out in you, thrusting and groaning, biting into your soft flesh.

You’re panting and smiling once you calm down, slumping onto the chair, your hole still throbbing around her and squeezing her strap.

Just when you think she’s in a kind mood today, you feel her hands back at your cock and cry out at the feeling of the cage against you.

“Please!”, you whimper, plead.

She only chuckles darkly in return, pressing a kiss to the bite mark now placed on you.

“Be good, and we will get to do this again~”

Rendering this took me long than I thought… 8 hours is insane

But imagine just how big her coat must be🙏

i don’t think this needs a caption does it…

heyyy I was wondering if you’d do a lil one shot with Mother Miranda where the reader is her maidservant and they’ve gotten pretty close and Miranda is working herself to death and the maid gently (and eventually a little more forcefully) encourages her to take a break. Lots of fluff ensues 😁 thank you for feeding the fandom you’re my hero 😂

First ask for our fav bird mom! Also thanks i’m a bit late for the party but I will try my best ✨

| Stubborn

Pairing: Mother Miranda x Maid! Reader

Genre: One-Shot, Fluff

Warnings: None

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From a villager, to a follower, to a personal maid.

Your journey with Mother Miranda was something you never truly expected, something suddenly but that you held little resentment about nonetheless. Miranda was, and is, a figure you can’t fully grasp yourself into — like a seductive voice in the back of your mind that has no set tune, something that comes wickedly in a natural manner and you just can’t help but to accept as it is. When she first laid her eyes on you, something changed in your life and all of it’s aspects, that woman had cursed you, had you wrapped around her finger the moment she ordered you to serve under her. A high priestess — no, a goddess, and her little helpful subject.

It was a matter of mixed feelings between fear and respect. Sometimes you thought of her with fear, fear for your life and how you have been dragged into this snowscape of a village and into somehow managing to match the high hopes she held for someone so close to her. On the other hand, she emanated glory, a superiority everyone including yourself could see — you found yourself looking up to her, quite literally like she was your only savior, the effect she had on people, and on you, was unmatchable. Soon the duty to serve somehow turned into a feeling of honor, you’ve never felt this fulfilled to have this role.

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Your shoes quietly clicked as you made your way across yet another hallway, you always thought of Miranda’s manor as a labyrinth that you’ve grown fairly accustomed to. Dark walls that always seemed to close in with each curve and whispers that coincidentally also sounded like the blowing cold wind from the outer woods. It was cold, tainted by a heavy atmosphere, either your own mind playing tricks or something else rooted between those walls, at some point you felt embraced by the shadows somehow — sickly comforting.

Your hands held a square silver platter, carefully adorned with hand-made details and curls on its sides, so clean and shiny it almost seemed made of crystal glass. On top of it rested a a teapot with warm fresh tea you brewed yourself, herbs that were delivered weekly just as all the food you had access to cook — a tea cup and a plate with a generous piece of layered cake rested side by side. It was her usual snack for the afternoon, just another daily ritual you found somewhat soothing. You enjoyed cooking for her and unlike her past servants you gave her food a touch of familiarity she had missed — suddenly the food wasn’t just delicious but served with a touch of care that she managed to notice, it was rare the occasion she wouldn’t compliment your skills.

Your head became flooded with thoughts of past situations were she did took notice of your hard work; From carefully organizing mail into alphabetical order to amusingly adorning her freshly washed towels into the shape of flowers and bunnies, oh Miranda thought it was quite silly of you but nonetheless this only managed to make you two closer. You smiled to yourself, thinking of how you went from a scared new maid to someone you knew she started to trust, maybe to care? You weren’t sure but you surely knew you ended up caring.

But apparently not caring enough to pay attention to where you where going as you almost bumped straight up against her office doors. Your heart skipped a beat as you halted on your tracks, you held the silver platter closely to your chest and thanked your lucky stars to not have spilled anything out of place, how clumsy. Taking a big silent breath, you raised your hand towards her door to knock before stopping as the familiar voice of Miranda, muffled, but yet clear and sharp enough, came from inside.

“You should stop daydreaming while scattering around, you will end up hurting yourself. Come in.”

She pointed out. You cursed in your thoughts, rolling your eyes at being called out — she always managed to know of your shenanigans even when you tried to hide them, ridiculous. Shaking the embarrassing event away, you quietly opened the door to reveal a much less intimidating Miranda, one you had grown used to. Without her ceremonial robes and her imposing wings she felt much less like something to fear and more like something to respect — a woman with a commanding posture no matter the situation. You remember how strange it felt to see her this way for the first time, it was hard to change your half shocked expression though luckily she found it more amusing than anything else.

“I made cinnamon cake with whipped pumpkin cream and some honey tea… I thought it would be a good match for the entering of this fall season.” You announced before closing closing the door behind you, Miranda hummed at the description but her eyes were still set on the paperwork onto her desk — gosh, how you hated when she fell into her working streaks. Nights awake in her laboratory, continuous days locked into there office. “I… think it’s a good time for a break, no?” You gently offered, resting the platter in a less busy spot of her desk. Still, her eyes kept themselves focused on the countless words in each of the papers she held. It made you irritated how much of a workaholic this woman was sometimes.

“Hmmm, yes, yes, thank you honey—“ She finally murmured.

“Honey?” You asked, your eyes widening in surprise.

“Honey… tea— Oh, you made honey tea?” She asked, finally taking her eyes off her work to look at you. Her eyes were striking and you certainly would be flustered if you didn’t spluttered out a chuckle to which she replied with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, look who is daydreaming into her work now!” You kept chuckling with a hand attempting to cease yourself. Miranda squinted her eyes at your audacity.

“It is not a simple day dream, it’s my work.” She retorted, her slender fingers precisely organized the papers into a growing pile. “I will eat after I’m done.”

“But!” You attempted to protest.

“I’m almost done.” She justified.

“You said it hours ago when I brought your lunch, to which you refused.” You pointed out, your tone growing more preoccupied, which she caught up to. “Please… You can’t keep working like this.”

Miranda stopped, her fingers resting against her temples as she shook her head with a sigh. That woman was incredibly stubborn, you knew that but so was you when it came to taking care of her well being. Your eyebrows furrowed as you gently took the pile of papers away, resting them into a nearby empty desk to which Miranda stared in disbelief. “I’m sorry, but respectfully — you need rest!” Seething the trail in front of her, your eyes pleaded for her to at least take some time to eat. She could see how worried you were and as much as she wished to keep on with her work, she gave in with a nod.

You almost chirped with happiness upon finally seeing her giving a go at not working herself to near starvation again, gosh this woman was a challenge to aid sometimes but you cared enough to try and you knew that she noticed the effort you put into it.

“Well, honey?” You asked, a teasing smile on your lips.

“Excuse me?” She almost choked on her words, uncharacteristically enough to your amusement.

“Honey tea.” You smugly announced, pouring her some of the delicious golden liquid as she shook her head in disbelief — taking a satisfying bite off the soft cake you baked.

“I don’t know why I still keep you around, you will drive me crazy eventually.” She replied with a grumpy tone, to which waved off a hearted laugh. It was hard for her to hide a smile while also maintaining a decent eating etiquette but at the end of the day she was content to have someone cheer her up like you did.

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AN: This was so funny to make! I feel like Miranda is a great softie when you push her buttons in the right way. Anyhow, hope ya enjoy it!

Professor Alcina in love with OC (by stage) 1- Aloofness (indifferent) 2-Trying to be sympathetic falsely. 3-Explosion of bitch's charm. 4-Horny to the fullest.

me since 2023

Still not over this professor🙏

I wanted to draw one of her sprites :3

“All of this sorrow, I’ll consume…” 🍷