#manwha

He secretly likes to put his milk in whatever you're eating, whether it's oatmeal, cereal, coffee, or maybe he'll make some homemade ice cream. If you catch my drift, Milton just really likes the idea of you drinking his milk; it makes him feel a little bit maternal, but also hot and heavy inside. Every time you compliment his cooking , or you say you really like something that he made, he gets butterflies all in his stomach, and he does somersaults on his bed just thinking about you liking his milk so much. One day, he'll actually give you a carton, but until then, he'll milk into your food anytime he gets.

Big cuddler, did I mention that he gets even worse during the winter? He gets so soft and fluffy with his fur , and his skin is all warm. He has extra fat for winter , too. I think he especially gets super whiny during this time, often wanting to cuddle with Milo or you. He just can't bear to be alone, and sometimes he'll get so desperate for closeness that you often find him begging just for a mere hug . But don't leave him alone for too long; he'll get a little bit antsy, and when you finally come around to him, he'll pounce on you like a cat.

He was pretty insecure about his chest until you complimented it one time he didn't like how big it was and how he couldn't fit it to most of his shirts but one day after some hard milking you nuzzles into his soft chest "you should really show off more you knowit's a shame that you like to keep these hidden" and ever since then work jackets slightly unzipped for you for your eyes only

If you're a male bull on the farm, he's desperate for you to breed him, and if you're a female bull on the farm, he's desperate to breed you. Whether you are swelling with your cum or he is swelling with his, it truly doesn't matter. His breeding kink is so deep he can't stand to see even a drop of cum wasted; he might as well lick it up himself. But don't mistake that for him being forward; he's just as shy as everyone else makes him out to be. Give him a chance behind closed doors , and you'll be able to see how far this fantasy grows.

ೃ⁀➷ PAIRING: damien von thisse x y/n (fem)

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ manwha name: betrayal of dignity

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⤷ yandere, possessiveness

It was a casual afternoon when you, y/n Floren, daughter of marquess Floren learned of you betrothal to the Duke of Thisse, Damien Von Thisse.

"DAMIAN VON THISSE?" after your maid told you, you were so shocked. There wasn't much you knew about the duke except that he was handsome and smart.

Well.... this wasn't the worst option.

I mean, women in your era get married younger than you but you were blessed to be 19 and still have a good match. It's not everyday you’re engaged to a Duke of his standing, he was the crown princes cousin!!

Your thoughts were running wild for the rest of the day and seemed to have no end when your father finally got you out of your daze and told you,

"He's coming tomorrow to visit you and formally court you before the wedding"

oh. my. god.

Too much too soon?

it took hours before you could finally sleep that night

It was morning and your maids immediately began dressing you.

Unlike your usual light gowns, you were wearing a heavier one with coloring to represent your house.

You and your parents then eagerly waited for the Dukes carriage to arrive.

When the Duke arrived he was nothing short of handsome and dashing.

Wow… he was really handsome.

He was cordial and friendly… especially to you.

Throughout the whole day you kept feeling as if he was staring at you but everytime you looked he was chatting with your parents

odd… maybe your just imagining it?

You excused yourself to take a walk and for a split second you swore the Dukes face was displeased.

Shaking it off, you went to the back to walk around.

“Miss y/n!” it was the servant Malcom who you grew up with.

“Malcom how are you?”

“I’m great! how are you?”

“Good, would you like to join me on my walk?”

“Yes please miss y/n” Malcom replied, blushing.

You could swear you could see a slight shadow silhouette near the side of the horse stabl. Chalking it up to a squirrel, you let it go.

Damien Von Thisse was angry. He had wanted to see only you today but your stupid parents just didn’t know when to leave.

When you left the dinner table, he shortly left as well stating he needed to go to the bathroom.

When he finally saw you, he hid against a horse stable when someone approached you.

“That must be Malcom…” Damien did his research on you and found out there wa sa servant around your age that was working for your family.

When he saw him in person and viewed your interaction with Malcom, he realized Malcom may harbor some feelings for you.

“This just won’t do.”

The next couple of days Damien visited you and demanded your presence.

Because Damien was taking up all your time, you didn’t realize how Malcom was slowly disappearing from it until he was gone.

After the wedding ceremony, it got worse.

Damien would rarely let you go out, and if you did then it would have to be with him or with 5 trusted guards.

He would not let much visitors in, not even your parents.

One day, Damien left to go to a court matter.

Bored as you were, you decided to go clean his work room to be nice and help organize his things.

When you were cleaning up the papers on his desk, you came across a mail he had left on it.

It was already read, as there was a rip on the envelope, so it wouldn’t hurt to read it right?

Wrong.

【Dear Duke Thisse,

The malcom boys body was throrougjly disposed of as requested.

Sincerely,

jacob. 】

What?

The door creaked.

“Husband…”

He peaked at the paper in your hands, smirking.

“Hello wife”

“What did you do… to malcom?”

“He dared to covet my wife.”

“Just because of a little crush? HOW COULD YOU”

“y/n i did what i had to do. he had a crush on you and that was sin enough.”

“He was my friend!”

“Yet you didn’t notice his disappearance, so really, was he actually your friend?”

“what..?”

“If you really cared about him it wouldn’t have taken you that letter to realize that he was gone.”

“But..”

He walked towards you, embracing you.

“So what? I am your husband. And where would you go if we divorced anyways? you should know divorce is the most shameful thing in aristocracy. Check the other mail over there”

It was a letter stating that he bought all of your father’s possessions.

“Besides… even if you could divorce me there is no place for you to go.”

“what happened to my parents you sick bastard?”

“nothing. they get to enjoy their usual lives, so long as you stay my obedient wife.”