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|♕| Mitsuru Kirijo ([personal profile] icequeenly) wrote2024-01-03 12:09 pm
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18 / female / masochists / Queen (❤️)
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My Self-Summary

I am a Queen, shouldn't you be the one trying to sell yourself to me?


My Future Plans

The House saw fit to gift me with a riding crop, ask me nicely and I'll show it to you.

My Talents

I have been gifted with superior intellect and beauty. I am also exceptionally modest.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I enjoy the music of Chopin while being hand-fed petit fours.

My Ideal Partner

A lowly, filthy peasant who worships the ground I walk on and takes all of their punishments like a good pet.

Height 5'5 Body Type Slender yet curvy Smokes No Drinks I enjoy champagne Drugs I prefer to keep a clear head Sign Taurus Education College level Occupation Corporate Femdom Income Billionaire Status Children None Pets None yet. Isn't that why I'm completing this form? Hobbies Fencing, literature and making you kneel.
art credit: one. two. three. four. five.
01. WINE OR BEER
WINE

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
MIMES

.03 SHOWER OR BATH
BATH

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
PIRATES

.05 TITS OR ASS
TITS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA
TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET
SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
WINTER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE
LEATHER

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
ROUGH SEX

Personality Type
ENTJ-A The Commander
ENERGY
66%
extraverted
MIND
63%
intuitive
NATURE
66%
thinking
TACTICS
100%
judging
IDENTITY
71%
assertive
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Mitsuru's Queen of ❤️s Suite
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[personal profile] izanagis 2026-02-19 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[For a moment, the only sound is the soft rustling of fabric as she removes her shirt along with her bra, casting them both aside. Even when she speaks, Yu is quiet, his breath slow and soft, as if he doesn't want to listen to anything but the sound of her voice. He doesn't, actually; not when she's speaking like that, watching him as she does. For one truly breathtaking moment, he thinks he might actually go crazy if he doesn't touch her; his palms slide up to her chest, warmly cupping her breasts, squeezing gently.

Straddling him the way she is, she might feel his reaction to that question in his trousers before he has a chance to respond with words.

He's already hard, straining against the zipper, but like hell is he going to allow her to pause this display even for a second. He can deal with it. Slow and a little numb, he nods, sounding breathless when he finally responds, dampening his lips with his tongue.]


Please, [comes out like a whisper, awed and desirous.] Show me. I want to watch you.