𝓬𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮

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❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before?

☜ : Does your muse like to top?

☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

∀ : Your muse's favorite position?

☺ : How often does your muse masturbate?

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

✌ : Is your muse good with their hands?

♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing?

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?

☯ : If you're comfortable with it, write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty. If not, put a strikethrough across this one in your reblog (or simply don't do it; your blog, your rules ;3).

☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some?

“ Indeed, you understand.” He let another bout of soft laughter emit from his lips, eyes closing as he found himself enjoying the bliss of this sensual moment, this pocket dimension he found himself with her as if the two souls were all that mattered in this world. No sooner did Dio’s eyes open ever so slightly would he close but a small distance between himself and the other. While still just shy of an arm’s reach away, Dio could feel her heart beat, such a lovely tune, the most lovely music that might ever have been put upon the Earth.

Dio made his approach, though his features were soft and alluring, calling to her and seeking to fill her with all manner of comfort, the haziness that comes with slowly slipping into a warm bath. Pale moonlight shined upon them as the vampire towered over her, her small form succumbed to his shadow, yet his smile seemed to radiate the very warmth of the sun, the blossoming starlight that he feared.

“ I shall say unto you now if my company or words haunt or disturb you simply speak such thoughts aloud and I shall be removed from your sight forever, but if even a SINGULAR thought is drawn to my being I must beseech you here my declaration.”

Fingers gently placed themselves under her chin, bringing her face upward so her gaze might meet his. He regarded her with warmth and affection, eyes blazing with curiosity and newfound tenderness, along with the hint of desire she had come to fill his very soul with, a fire of devotion and contempt, a blaze of a wicked, perverted love. It was so simple, so easy for him to see through her, for royalty seldom produced healthily creatures, especially women who were so often denied the freedoms of their male counterparts. So sheltered she must have been, so pampered and void of adventure or meaning in her life. It was all too easy to see written upon her face and embedded into her soul.

“ Fate has controlled our lives since the beginning, all your life you have dwelled where you were born, heard stories of great men and women, prayed for something more, something exciting, something your own that no one family or friend might lay claim to. Perhaps in this singular moment here, fate has chosen to unburden you of your troubles, the world of laws and comfort, the world of privilege and monotony. Perhaps my coming heralds your liberation? Your freedom and of course…”

His lips edged closer to her, hovering over he lovely ears.

“ Your peace of mind.”

Oh, she certainly understood. How rare, to find another that truly did understand exactly what it was that you meant, that understood you as a person at your core, in your entirety. Perhaps, the more he spoke, the more she believed him to be that for her. Eloise remained glued to where she stood, keeping her eyes locked on him as he drew his body closer, her neck craning upwards to keep that eye contact. Even she, though, couldn’t stop the slight droop that her eyelids had, suddenly feeling ten times heavier. 

Her hands clutched at the edges of her top, letting one clasp in the other as she inhaled quietly. Her eyes studied his face, taking note of just how different he appeared than others in her Kingdom, and though it was in a positive way, she couldn’t quite place her finger on just what it was about him. Still, she found herself unable to tear her gaze away from him. How captivating his features were, and how she found herself at peace with herself and her surroundings. 

At the mention of leaving, she found herself shaking her head, “Rest assured, Dio, I don’t find your words to be that at all.” In fact, she found herself wanting to hear more from him, curious to what he had to say, to hear him speak what was on his mind. She couldn’t stop the tinge that painted her cheeks as he lifted her chin, and with the new angle, even if she wanted to look away she would be unable to. Her lungs burned, and she only just realized that she had been holding in that breath for more than a few seconds now, slowly exhaling and trying to regulate her breathing. 

How had he read her so easily? Certainly, she was a creature of tradition, and she had no problems with simply laying down and doing exactly what a woman's role was; however, the fact of the matter was that she truly did envy the one that would take the throne, her own flesh and blood. It was so easy to simply do what was required of her, to support her country, and serve as a figurehead and an image of what a woman should be. 

Then, there was the fact that through that, and past that, she wanted to be the one to act as the ruler over her own country, how no matter even if her brother died on the throne, she would never have it. A woman that was out of her own bloodline would become ruler before she would. Even more so, she found herself relegated to simply staying in her own lane and choosing a candidate for marriage, to learn what her place was. What he was offering, it opened up doors and would give her the opportunity to do what she wanted rather than let others make decisions for her. 

“ Eloise, the way such a word rolls from the tongue, truly it is almost as if such a name should not be spoken aloud so casually, so grand and mighty is its wielder.” 

Dio smiled warmly at her, his tone flowery and comforting, as a shepherd might speak to his sheep as he guided them home.  She was beautiful, so full of life, life that she had yet to live. It was then he looked on her with full intention, from her toes to her lovely hair she pondered on who she was, at her core what was it that made this young woman who she was? It was like starring upon a challenging puzzle, one with which he grew all the more captivated by with each second in her presence.

It was decided, this one would become his newest plaything, that which he would grip from the Heaven and drag down to join him in perfect desolation.  How long would it take to rip and discard the purity of her being? To fill her body with wicked hellfire? The high that came with finding such a divine soul filled him, making his already brazen confidence now utterly absolute.

“ Only a fool goes out to find a specific thing. Life is so full of twists and turns, such lovely extremes. I set out to find something worthwhile, placing my faith in the hand of fate that might stumble upon what might fill me with new purpose, and how fitting that I might stumble upon you now, here in this singular moment.”

He paused for but a second as he let a soft chuckle escape his lips.

“ My dearest Madam Eloise, tell me, do you believe in gravity? A certain force that acts on all things, pulling them collectively to the same location?”

Visible relaxation, albeit rather slightly. Eloise knew better than to let her guard down too much, than to let anyone see her become calm around another that she barely knew. Her lips turned slightly upwards, barely visible to anyone besides himself. “You’re rather intuitive--” Grand. Mighty. “Most simply call me ‘Your Highness’” She supposed that in terms of the words he chose to use, he wouldn’t be wrong at all. 

Though the words he spoke after were more insightful than what she had pegged for him, and she would have been blind not to notice where his gaze went. Then again, it’s not as if she hadn’t given him the same look just moments before, granted hers was more subtle, and broke the line several times to look back at his face. 

“I suppose that’s a fair statement. Even so, sometimes setting a necessary goal is required. Otherwise you may find yourself getting caught in searching for those things for too long, and in some cases neglecting responsibilities.” She knew that all too well, how long had she spent just watching the guards and the army train rather than doing what had been ordered of her that day? It had to have been at least several times. To be fair, though, responsibilities were never given to her the same way they were assigned to others. A twang of irritation stabbed at her over the knowledge that came with that. Was she not also part of the family? Nevermind, she knew it was necessary, that she would never be the one to obtain what she so desperately wanted. 

you know exactly what you’d use it for. xD

i just realized the icon packs i downloaded have this as an icon and i just. 

He looked on her with a sense of curiosity, his mind filled with a hunger for her, a desire to feel the warmth of her blood filling his body and nourishing his immortal bones. It would be so simple, so easy to bite into her succulent neck or simply pressing clawed fingers within her warm body and claimed what was already his, yet Dio couldn’t help but sense an innocence about this girl. To take a young girl’s blood was a true pleasure, but to take freshly made clay in his hands to form to whatever shape he wished? To take a truly good and righteous woman and bend her to his will? To undo the work of parents and all manner of elders, twist and corrupt till a wicked shell of her former self was all that was left? To deny God one of his children as Lucifer had so many times? That was joy blood, sex, and victory might never overtake.

“ Hmmm, my name is Dio, and the nature of my being here is quite clear. I am a man seeking entertainment, something or someone to make life just a tad more enjoyable. As my eyes fell on you I found myself…filled with curiosity and an almost alien interest that has ever alluded me so…” 

He began to pace around her, his stride slow but confident as he looked on her, head tilting like an inquiring young dog.

“ Tell me, might I have your name? What title has beauties aspect taken for herself I wonder?”

Could he tell? Was her hesitance too clear? This man was a stranger, despite knowing a first name. It was only polite to give one back, just as he asked. However, there was something tugging at her. Something that told her to run far away in the opposite direction, and to not look back. Then there was the other part of her, one that was filled with a morbid curiosity to know more, to know exactly what it was that he searched out. For once, to break whatever set of rules may be in place? “Eloise--” Speaking without giving much more thought to it, for she knew that if she thought too long that her instincts would win out. 

She had never seen this man before, that should have been her first warning, she knew all of her subjects, she knew all who sought citizenship. Even those less than desirable, the Barresses. She still recognized them, and he certainly didn’t fit what a typical one would look like, or speak like for that matter. Especially when he knew not of who she was. 

“There is no wrong way for your words to be taken. Whatever it is you mean by them you have no cause to seek my approval.”