Bendhur puppet…riding in public transportation as an object, a thing, an animal, a human bitch pet….while I nonchalantly go about reading the reports…….a lesson or two in public humiliation
Bendhur I may lead trash around by her leash, I don’t like to throw trash around, not even ash from a burning cigarette…..be thankful, you are holding an ashtray which contains the ash….I have been know to simply flick ash and stub it out in your palms……aren’t you be glad to be of use?
satchie666said: you mind if i make another vikings req?? like maybe ivar & reader are married but he’s been too busy with plans and neglected their sex life so reader makes him jealous and he has to remind reader who they belong to. dom!ivar & maybe a lil degrading with biting & marking anyway ily
features: king ivar x queen reader
includes:FILTHY FILTHY SMUT. 18+ only, please and thanks! this one got super dirty and very long. dom!ivar, choking, degredation, spit kink, grinding kink, exhibitionism, humiliation, gagging kink marking, ivar being a possessive asshole.
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you didn’t want to be there, not even a shred of you was happy to be sitting next to Ivar on the thrones, watching him completely ignore you and, instead, drink and laugh with his to-be raiding pals. you had been utterly ignored the past few weeks, as he readied Kattegat and himself for the voyage, your intimate relationship with him taking a massive hit.
you were never ignored, not by Ivar.
he had given you everything; all of his attention, and whatever you asked for. he stared at you from his perch on the throne. he held your hand while he spoke. Ivar the Boneless did not ignore his queen. until now.
you were touch starved and lonely, even if he lay right beside you in bed; it didn’t matter. he hadn’t kissed you, or ran his fingers over your body, or fucked you in weeks. you were sick of it, you were sick of him putting everything else before you. it wasn’t the Ivar you knew.
you only wanted your husband back. you hadn’t concerned yourself with what the consequences might be if you made him a little bit jealous, only that it would certainly get his mind back on to you.
the great hall was bustling with bodies, a mighty feast, and the warm glow of the fires lit. you remained seated, puffed up like an unapproachable porcupine, on your throne, Ivar hopelessly oblivious to his own negligence, and your grand scheme to bring his attention back where it should be.
