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zweetpea · 14 days
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Eternity or stasis Part 1 of 2
Spicy scene so watch out. Also some Archon/Arlecchino slander purely because I don't like the fact that the house of the hearth is basically just training child soldiers. No hate if you like her but she is definitely not a good or even morally grey person.I am so sorry about human dvalin guys. I tried not to stroke my own ego when describing him but all the concept art for human Dvalin makes him out to be a very very VERY pretty man. And I like the Hoyoverse dragons so there is a bit of that. Also sorry this took so long to come out.
"Dvalin please!" You whine
"Mine. You're mine." He growls.
"Ah!" you squeak as he squeezes your hips.
"Tight... so tight... Too Tight! Dvalin I can't breath!" 'Yeah that's me. You're probably wondering how I got here.'
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20 minutes ago.
"Dvalin it's been 2 weeks since Xiao brought me back. Andruis has come to visit twice, and both times you've refused to see him. You hardly let the abyss mages and slimes bring me food. "I'm begging you, please let me go. I won't run away again just please." You pleaded desperately trying to wriggle out from between his front claws. He was splayed out like a dog lying out in the sun arms crossed in front of him to trap you in.
"Not a chance. The last two times I let you out of my sight you got kidnapped. First by those knights, then you were taken away and the abyss order has told me you were in the land of Geo. That filthy mud-ridden dragon. What does he have that I don't? What can he give you that I can't?"
"Well, no offence but physical intimacy and companionship."
"Oh really?" He growled in a sarcastic tone (and also literally growled, he is a dragon after all). A bright light blue light shined out from Dvalin's chest as he shrunk.
"Dvalin? What...?"
Standing before you was a beautiful man with sharp features. He had a long pointed nose, and sharp eyes. His face wasn't too particularly round (he had a few freckles on his face) and his chin looked like it could cut diamonds. He had long baby blue hair that fell past his shoulder blades - his bangs curled around his head to the back of his head - and glowing aqua colored eyes that pierced your soul. His horns curved up, back and towards each other; the tips tinted in dark blue. His pointed ears peeked out meekly from the sides of his head. He was tall (maybe 7 feet), and his entire body - from hid shoulders down to his waist - was broad. His chest and abs were sculped and defined. His limbs held muscles toned to perfection, yet strangely enough faded from the pale of his torso and face to a lighter blue and finally to a deep blue at his finger tips and his long nails. Finally just behind him swayed a furry blue and white tail. 
"WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!"
"Why wouldn't I be? I don't wear clothes in my true form. I feel strange like this." He looked at his hand, perplexed by the addition of a fifth finger.
"You- you- two- um-" You backed up as he stalked over to you. "Wait!" Your face heated. 
"Come here darling. You said you wanted to be physical." He pulled you toward him and wrapped his tail around you.
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"HELP LITTLE SLIMES!! I fell into a trap! He's got me! And he won't let me go!" You scream as a dendro smile and hydro smile bounce toward you.
"Mine."
"Yes I know but, EH!" You try to struggle. 
"Mine!"
"Eh!"
"Mine!!"
"EH!"
"MINE!"
"EH!!"
"MINE!!"
"Dvalin! Please. This is embarrassing. And I can feel your 'friends' poking my ass."
"They just want to say hi, and they wouldn't be so eager if you didn't squirm so much on my lap." He purrs in your ear.
"We need to get you some clothes." You throw yourself from his grasp with all your might. "Maybe some apple bottom jeans."
"Jeans?" He looks confused. 
"And boots with the fur."
"With fur?"
"Really just anything to keep you 'packages' to yourself."
"Oh? So you don't want 'Physical Intimacy'?" He teases. 
"Um I..." 'Screw it. Baizhu and I are just friends with benefits.' You pull Dvalin closer and kiss him. His lips mold into yours and you poke your tongue into his mouth. He lay you down as his tongue overtook your mouth.
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"I... cannot feel my legs."
"Stay right there, I'm going to get some food." He kisses your head.
"Wait!" You grab one of his horns and gently rub your thumb over it.
He lets out a breathy moan and grabs you wrist. "Keep that up and this little snack I'm getting you will be an intermission instead of aftercare."
"Did you want this?"
"It was nice, especially the feeling of your nails scratching along my back. I'll be honest, I'm willing to do anything to keep you here."
"Okay, thanks for getting me some food."
"Of course darling." He kisses your lips, and slithers out of the tower. 
10 minutes later you're feeling a bit better, that was until a certain high pitched Bard showed up.
"Dvalin! Please answer me. I know that you're up here! I'm sorry about what happened about a month ago." Venti pleads voice cracking like he's holding back tears. 
"Hi Venti..." You say apathetic.
"What are you doing here? How did you get back here?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." You snark. 
"Don't get smart with me! You turned Dvalin against me."
"I thought you'd want him to be free, and happy."
"I do. But I also want him to be safe. You are nothing but trouble, and I don't want him around you. End of story" 
"Why don't you give me one more- ow! Fudge nuggets! Anyway Venti," You limp your way over to him. "That's not really for you to decide, now is it?" You taunt.
"What gives you the right to talk to me like that?"
"What gives you the right to demand the respect of your people. You're a drunkard, Zhongli is a deadbeat, and Ei is a dictator. Not only that but the Tsaritsa endorses the exploitation of children, allowing Arlecchino - one of her Harbingers - to groom them into the perfect soldiers. They're exploiting orphans - who only have them to trust in - for their army. What good do you Archons do for your citizens?"
"Shut up!" He pushes you to the ground. Your delusion starts to glow seafoam green.
"You don't protect them. So get off your high horse you fake wannabe dei-"
"SHUT UP!!" He screams as the structure around you shakes and the air in the environment grows warmer. 
"Heh, I knew you were full of hot air."
"SHUT! UP!" He screams in your face as his hands come to wring your neck.
"GET OFF THEM!!"
"Dvalin?/!" Venti and you shout in unison. Him in horror and you in joy. Dvalin drops the food and charges at venti. 
"What have they done to you?" Venti whispers. 
"I chose to become this Venti."
"They've clipped your wings."
"You mean these?" Wings spring from his back.
"You know what I mean! Your powers are drained in this form! Why would you do this?"
"I need them that's why."
"No! I'm putting my foot down. I hate to do this but this obsession you have with them isn't healthy!" Dvalin charges at him and he dodges. Venti summons his bow (the skyward harp) and shot at you. You try to block but nothing happens. The arrow doesn't pierce you but it does knock you out and blow you far off.
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When you wake up you're somewhere you haven't been before. Inazuma.  
"Okay. This isn't good. Why couldn't I block the arrow? Was it because it was Venti's?" You look down to your delusion and see it was seafoam green instead of a gold color. "Does this mean I've resonated with Anemo? I shook hands with Zhongli and resonated with Geo, Venti pushed me so..." You hold your hand out and several small wind currents form around you. You bring your other hand up and they all form into a big gust of wind shaped in a pair of wings. "Interesting. Okay... where exactly am I? This looks a bit like Ritou. Maybe I could get across to the beach."
"Outlander! Freeze!"
"Shit!" You start to jump across to the beach on your wind currents. You run through the hills of Inazuma.
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"Okay I think I'm safe now. Where on earth did I go?" You run to the north end of Narukami Island.
"Hello?! Hello?" You call out as you look for anyone who could help you. 
"Hm? Hey cutie!" Itto shouts at you. 
"Aw, aren't you sweet."
"Heh. Nah, you're just adorable. Hey! You wanna beetle battle with me."
"I don't know how. Maybe a big, strong man could teach me." You flirt.
"Course I could." He wraps his arm around your shoulder. Maybe you should feel a bit bad about flirting and sleeping around but you were promised debauchery. You wrap your arm around him as he leads you to where his gang was, though you didn't get too far with Kujou Sara and her forces on you tail.
"There you are! Surrender your Vision and the blondie." She demands.
"Oh yeah, the sus girl made me twinsies with the twins."
"The Raiden Shogun has ordered any interlopers to be deported from Inazuma immediately, and if they have a vision we are to seize it form them. This... person?" She looks to you for confirmation, to which you nod. "Is under arrest for fleeing Ritou."
"So typical of a cop to be a rude bitch. Actually that's not really fair. Chevreuse, Wriothesley and Cyno are technically cops and they'll probably be considerate. Come to think of it The knights of Favonius are cops and Jean was extremely considerate. It's just the archon simps- well, no Xiao was pretty nice."
"Less talking more fighting!" Itto shouts in a frenzy. He and Shinobu have to fend of the Tenryou Commission. 
"Sorry!" You lift your hand and the gusts of wind lift the enemies off the ground.
"Now we're talking! Looks like the playing field just got a bit more even." Itto taunt.
"On my command!" Sara yell as she readies her bow. You quickly start to twist and turn your delusion to try and get in back to Geo.
"Don't do this to me. I need Geo right now." You whisper and it started to glow gold again. You quickly jump in front of Itto to block Sara's shot. You then start to pelt her with a slew of jagged spall toward the cops.
"Retreat!" Sara's companions cry.
"Cowards! get back here!" She furiously runs after them.
"Oh my gosh! That was awesome dude! Oh hey, what should I call you?" Itto cheers.
"Babygirl." you respond without missing a beat. "It's this affectionate nickname where I come from. If not that you can call me Gen with a G. Last name Z.
"It's nice to meet you Z." Shinobu greets from beside Itto. 
"Please, call me Gen. We're friend now... or something more." You mumble that last part.
"Yeah yeah yeah, formalities and such. How'd you do that? You went from Anemo to Geo in a split second!" Itto praises. "It was awesome. Does that me you have like, Anemo and Geo inside you."
"Well I don't know about Geo but Anemo and Dendro have definately both been inside me."
"Huh?"
"Uh, not the point. We should get going before the cops show up again."
"Oh right. Well Gen in thanks for you saving us I'll treat you to the Biggest bowl of Ramen I can afford."
"I don't think I'll be able to finish all by myself, but we could split it." 'Please if there is any good left in this universe or the one I come from let Itto and I do the lady and the tramp thing! Please please please-'
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"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Itto apologizes.
'I love you universe!'
"Looks like Heizou was right. Caught you right where he said you would be."
"I'll handle this Itto. You just get everyone out of here." You order.
"No way! I'm not leaving you behind Gen!" He argues.
"Loyal to a tee, I see why Ayato likes you." You smile. Tenryou soldiers flinging themselves at you.
"Itto we have to go." Shinobu pleads.
"But-"
"Trust me! Go."
"I'm coming back for you!"
"Thank you." You smile. The Arataki Gang ran as the cops jump and overpower you. 
Sara bounds your wrists and ankles, and throws you over her shoulder. "Dang bound again. If I had a nickel for everytime I've been bound and it wasn't sexy, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot  but it's weird that it happened twice. Weirder still that the only two times I've been bound have both been very unsexy. 'This would be arousing if you hadn't been an asshole earlier.' You thought. 'Okay... I guess this is a little hot.'
"Hey do you want to hear something cool? According to the Babylonians, Asushunamir was this super rad person who wasn't man or woman and they were given the gift of prophecy and healing. Also the Norse had this other dude who's portrayed as really really hot and they were gender fluid  but mostly went by he. The gender non conforming have a pretty sweet gig being hot and getting people out of trouble."
"Please stop talking. Besides it doesn't matter who or what you are. Man, woman, or something in between, all obstacles in the Shoguns path to eternity must face her wrath. No amount of strange tales will spare you."
"Bring it on that tyrant is going down!"
"Brave or foolish I do not know. May I ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
"I've been hearing rumors about you. They say you are not so much man or woman so... how do you work in bed if you don't mind me asking." 
"Well~ you could find out for yourself~"
"I'll have to pass on your oh so generous offer." Sara retorts sarcastically. 
"I'm a power-bottom if you must know! Nah that's a lie I'm submissive and breedable, even if I never get pregnant."
"Well... here we are. The Shogun is just inside. She will decide your fate." Sara unbinds you. 
"Bye Sara. Raiden Shogun! You better get your Bitch ass out here!" You storm through the halls.
"Who dares to insult me?" The dumb little puppet shows it's face.
"I mean the real Shogun! Come on out Ei!" As you taunt her a purple rift rips through the air and Ei pulls you into the plain of euthymia. 
"Why is a long haired hooligan in my presence. What's your name?"
"Gen. Now let's talk about something more previlent. You suck! I don't care if you have big boobies! You're a bad mom and a bad leader!"
"Excuse me?"
"You abandoned your son and say that you want to give him freedom. How is that freedom? You cast him out without anything to defend himself with! And on top of all of that he was basically a naive baby with no survival skills. How dense can you be? You are the cause of at least 25% of Teyvats major problems. Do you have any idea what He's doing out there right now?"
"Wow... you really want to die don't you?"
"Can you stop being so egotistical? There's more to this world than you ya know! I get you're sad because Makoto died, and you feel like you have no purpose. You don't feel worthy to be the Electro Archon, right? Well Miko doesn't think so. She and sara are keeping this entire nation afloat while you bitch and moan about having to do work."
"How do you know all of this?"
"Because I'm not from Teyvat."
"Obviously. You are the adored one. The one Celestia fears. That doesn't explain-"
"No!" You cut her off. "I'm literally not from this world. I've seen this twice before. I got in after beta and I have to look up past events off Youtube, because Hoyoverse is a bitch to the Genshin community. I get they want people to pay for gacha but just have them be a normal world quest or a side story or even a playable movie! Kingdom hearts did that with their mobile game! It was a bit confusing but that's kingdom hearts for you."
"...what?"
"Nothing. Point is you need to get off your ass and work. Your people are dying. They're slaughtering each other in droves. Eternity doesn't mean everything has to stay the same. Makoto wouldn't have wanted that Ei. Eternity can exist through Inazuma's preservation. Their culture and heritage and customs all play a part in Inazuma's identity. If those things can keep Inazuma thriving then Inazuma will be eternal."
"...you've seen this play out before. Is there ever a way for me to reach perfect Eternity."
"not a perfect stasis no. But from where I'm from you and Makoto's Legacy is secure. Inazuma is eternal to my people." 
"How would I even go about trying to fix things?"
"...wait that worked?"
"What?"
"I never thought I'd get this far. (A/n: SpongeBob reference!) I was just trying to sow the seed so that the twins wouldn't have to go through so much bullshit to defeat you and make you see the error of your ways. I was trying to buy time more than anything."
"Okay... so what do we do now?"
"I have no clue..."
"Um when you said twins... you wouldn't happen to mean two blonds in strange clothes similar to yours, did you?" 
"Is the puppet fighting them? Did your puppet take Thoma and they're trying to protect him?" You deadpan.
"Yes?"
"yep, that's them. Let 'em in they might be able to help." 
She does as you instruct and the twins come barreling in. "What the Fu-"
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asukamood · 1 year
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In the end (1)
Oh wow, would you look at that, a new Drueswap series :0
That part was inspired by the Resident evil 8? I think that was the game so it’s not completely original but the concept is… I think-
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Next part
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Warnings: Blood and violence.
Synopsis: “He looked up and found himself staring at his brother kneeling beside him and talking to a faceless man. His mouth was moving but Blue, due to the fact he had been hit in the head by the same man in orange, was unable to hear much of the conversation except for some snippets of it.
“Yes, he will be given as a gift for Her Majesty.” Was one of the only things he heard before his consciousness slowly faded into the darkness as his eyes closed for good.”
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To say that finding himself in his current situation is a surprise would be a lie.
Blue groaned as he tried to wriggle into a more comfortable position, his curved spine starting to take its toll on his body. He also wished that his wrists weren’t so tightly bound together either because he could feel the rope burns starting to dig into his skin but he did not dare try and protest, it would be pointless.
He looked up and found himself staring at his brother kneeling beside him and talking to a faceless man. His mouth was moving but Blue, due to the fact he had been hit in the head by the same man in orange, was unable to hear much of the conversation except for some snippets of it.
“Yes, he will be given as a gift for Her Majesty.” Was one of the only things he heard before his consciousness slowly faded into the darkness as his eyes closed for good.
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“[…] No! There’s no way he’s going with you this time! You’ve already received plenty of humans before!” Strident screaming was what Blue woke up to which made his ears ring uncomfortably. He grumbled lowly, straightening up. He blinked a couple of times to let his vision adjust before what used to be blurry colors and forms morphed into a clear image of a… human?
No, that couldn’t be right.
He looked down and had to bite his lips in order not to let out a gasp. A snake’s tail. That person was fucking half-snake.
Another one scoffed, bringing Blue’s attention toward them. This time, it looked like a human had been sewn together with a pair of dragon wings and bloody red horns. The person’s pupils were in slits and their piercing gaze could have made anyone run in fear just by the sight of it alone.
“So what if I did?” They shot back, a smirk on their face. “I have contributed a lot in the capturing of these traitors last week and I do not doubt Master Nim would want to reward me for my act of loyalty.”
“Both of you shut it.” Another one interjected a sing-song voice that contrasted vividly with the underlying threat in their sentence. “You’re going to scare our dear guest~” A woman with sorts of tear streaks and glitches surrounding her smiled at Blue, who gulped.
That girl…
With an appearance this peculiar, there was no way Blue could mistake her for someone else.
He has “interacted” with her before and by the look on her face, she knew damn well that he remembered her. Due to his tied-up wrists, Blue couldn’t do much more than dig his nails into his palm to try and calm down. He started to visibly shake, which definitely seemed to amuse the woman sitting opposite of him. He swallowed back his urge to scream or cry and tried to inspect his surroundings to distract himself from her, his shaking decreasing as he took deep inhales.
His eyes landed on the prettiest man he has ever seen.
His jaw dropped a little at noticing a man that was so unlike any of his… Blue didn’t know the relationship they had with one another but whatever it was, he looked so different from them that one may even wonder if he wasn’t standing in the wrong castle or something of the sort.
The rest of his teammates looked like creatures that came straight from hell. One especially seemed to have freshly crawled out of a nightmare. He was tall, freakishly so, and if Blue had to guess, then he must have been standing around at least 6 foot 6. Instead of nails, he had large and sharp claws that could put any hedgehog to shame and which must have been a vampire’s dream because of how bloody they were.
Blue did not wish to know whether that blood belonged to him or his victims and he was not looking forward to having to see that again, especially considering his hatred for blood and gore. His eyes were haunting as well, something about his bloody red pupils and his pitch-black sclera was extremely unusual and uncomfortable to look at. All in all, that man was terrifying just by appearance despite knowing that he wasn’t a bad person.
Then you had that man, practically glowing and illuminating the room with his golden wings.
If he didn’t know any better, he would have mistaken the man for an angel. Black hair that framed his young face perfectly, a completely gold sclera that contributed to adding warmth to his halcyon eyes, perfectly plump lips… He looked more like a top model, the kind that you would question their humanity because of how ethereal they looked, than a monster.
The fact that he knew he had helped several humans before him to escape the place just made it all better.
He knew early on that he was going to be given as a sacrifice and so, he took the liberty to discuss with those the sinister village of Fluch called “The Survivors”. The Survivors, as their names indicate, are people who were given as a sacrifice to the monsters and who managed to come back to the human realm.
Every single one of them he questioned shared a common trait: They only got out thanks to one of the winged men. Though, the plural of the name “man” made Blue get curious. After all, he had only seen one person with wings so far and it had been this one. He wondered what happened to the other, had he been replaced for another?
He was staring at the man in yellow, trying to recall what the Survivors had told him and he must have noticed because at one point, his golden eyes turned to meet Blue’s azure ones. They spent a few seconds with their eyes locked before he looked away, turning his attention back to the debate his colleagues were having about who got to play around with Blue.
To feel like such a toy was something Blue disliked on a high level and the fact that there was a chance he ended up with Koroit, the woman in black, just made everything worse. He was going to get out of this place, he just had to.
A bell suddenly rang, causing the human to jump in surprise. The monsters around him, who have been arguing with one another ever since he woke up, suddenly stopped talking, making a tense silence drown the room. Footsteps echoed in a corridor before a lady with green skin and a dark pink uniform came out of the shadows, her eyes firmly closed.
The entire group stood up like one man to greet her which caused the lady to crack a smile.
“Greetings dears, you may regain your seats.” Wordlessly, the demons did as told as Nim herself sat on an empty seat. Her head turned to slide her gaze across the room until she noticed the empty seat next to the winged man’s.
“Dream.” She called, immediately grabbing the man in yellow’s attention. “Where has Nightmare gone?” All eyes turned to the empty seat and several people started whispering among themselves. That didn’t seem to shake Nim in the slightest who simply stared at Dream, waiting for an answer.
He supported her gaze, a rebellious glint in his eyes. “Nightmare won’t be attending today’s meeting.” He stated, drawing all eyes on him. “He felt no need to attend this one as he is already quite satisfied with his staff. He said to continue without him.”
Even with her eyes closed, it was as if the woman was boring her eyes into Dream’s. This staring contest lasted up to two seconds before the queen finally sighed. “That’s a pity. I was hoping to use this as an opportunity to meet with him later. Oh well, I guess it can wait.”
As the words left her mouth, all eyes ,except for Dream’s, turned to Blue. Most looked at him with a hungry gaze and while the man typically didn’t mind attention, he wanted to be anywhere but here at the moment. It was obvious that they only saw him as a prey and the thought of ending up with one of them almost made him want to cry just thinking about it.
He knew all of the atrocities some of them were capable to do and he definitely did not want to be on the receiving end of such torture.
“Who shall receive today’s gift I wonder…” Nim hummed, the rest of her little army of monsters hanging on her words. She was extending the suspense and Blue shifted uncomfortably, trying not to make his want to go with one of the “kind ones” too obvious.
“Hmm…” She studied Blue’s facial structure intensely and the human felt overwhelmed, like she was putting some kind of spell on him. He did not like that. He scrunched up his shoulders unconsciously, as if it was going to protect him from whatever she wanted to do next.
“Dream, you haven’t received any gift in a while have you? You can have this one.” Blue, thanks to years of practice pretending to be unaware of his fate, managed to keep a straight face at the news even though inwardly, he was so relieved that he was sure anyone badly affected by positivity would be violently retching right now.
Roars welcomed the news. One in particular was certainly powerful enough to overshadow the others.
“Master Nim!” Koroit exclaimed, abruptly standing up. Nim herself looked surprised enough at the outburst to listen to what she had to say. “With all due respect, Dream is but an immature child—“ Said man’s face scrunched in a mix of annoyance, offense and anger. If looks could kill, perhaps his colleague would have already fallen six feet underground. “— He wouldn’t be able to make use of your gift well!”
“Plus, you and I both know that his loyalty lies elsewhere!” Several people in the room gasped at the scandalous accusation, causing once again an eruption of whispers in the room.
She was about to continue before Nim interrupted her. “SILENCE!” Roots shot through the ground and slashed at the nearby walls, the clashing sound enough to send the monsters right back into a religious silence. Her eyes were open and Blue swore that it was the most disturbing thing he has seen all day.
Void.
Just complete void.
There was nothing behind those eye lids of hers.
After a long exhale, she closed her eyes once more, hiding the large black holes from the light again. “My words are final. He will be given to Dream and I don’t want to hear any more protest.”
Koroit plopped herself back down onto her seat, crossing her arms around her chest. She certainly looked displeased but there wasn’t anything that she could really do that would matter now. The boss has spoken and no one would dare to talk back, unless that person had a death wish that is.
A smile appeared on her features. “Now that this has been cleared out of the way, you all are free to go. May we meet again!”
As everyone disappeared into thin air, Dream stood up and started walking toward the human. Blue tensed a bit as Dream got behind him before inevitably relaxing as he felt the rope restraining his hands loosening before completely freeing him.
He brought his hands forward and started to wriggle them, slightly cringing at the sight of rope burns on his wrists. He had a feeling that they weren’t going to disappear that soon. Meanwhile, Dream was kneeled down and quickly dealing with the ties around Blue’s ankles. He hasn’t said a word to him yet and Blue didn’t know whether or not that was a good sign.
He stood up and Blue did as well, quite surprised that he wasn’t restrained in any way. He got that freeing his ankles were necessary for him to move but he didn’t actually expect to have his hands freed as well, was Dream really not worried about having him try to run away?
“This place is a maze.” Dream started, finally breaking the ice. “So I would advise you to follow me closely on the way, if you were to get lost and be caught by the others, I doubt I would be able to do much to help you.”
So there was still a chance he might get thrown in a hoard of starving wolves? Lovely.
“Also, do not under any circumstances believe what you will see on our way.” The winged man turned to look him in the eye.
“This place is crawling with monsters who aren’t above using backhanded tricks such as hallucinations to get what they want.”
“Do not be fooled.”
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retro-radio · 1 year
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A scene from a au!
-Quentin, Smith, Ted, Diane, Beatrix, Nicky and David are all visiting a museum of art and are having a tour around the religious arts section.- Nicky: *looks at the painting that stretches from the ceiling to the floor and goes around the entire length of the wall* Well...wouldn't you look at that? -The painting depicts Nicky and David in their angel and demon form fighting over who will rule the earth. Nicky has the sun, land, life, heavens,prosperity and the galaxies behind him while David has the underworld,death, moon and stars behind him- Tour guide: *motions to the painting* As you can see this is the supposed to be one of the most accurate paintings in human history of the angels and demons fighting over the world! Nicky: *leans over and whispers in David's ear* It didn't happen like that! David: *nods* I know...your wings are much bigger and I swear I had a sword! Nicky: *agree with him* You did have a sword and my halo isn't that small! David: And also my horns don't curl like that! And your hair isn't black *looks closely* Where is my tail? Ted: *looks at them* Whats wrong? ... David: *points to the painting* It's got a few inaccuracies! Ted: *snorts* are you going to tell the tour guide? *raises a eyebrow* Nicky: *smiles but shakes his head*we shouldn't because... *he looks at David* you know what will happen. David: *nods* yeah I do... *smirks* but wouldnt it be fun? Nicky: *sighs* fine... but if the government is on our backs I'm leaving!
David: *smiles wide* It's a deal! *slowly raises his hand* Excuse me? Tour guide: *looks at him smiling* yes sir?
David: *smirks* there is some stuff about this painting that is inaccurate!
Tour guide: *raises a eyebrow* Sir this is the most accurate painting what we could have to how the earth started!
David: *smirks and cracks knuckles* well... *starts listing all the inaccuracies*
The whole hall: *turns and stares at him*
Nicky: *laughing his ass off*
Ok so this is a Au I created were Nicky and David are the two gods that created and rule over the world! It's literally just them two running the world together trying to maintain the balance! When they fought it ended in a tie so they agreed to split responsibilities! So Nicky took the sun, land, oceans, human and animal life and the galaxies as well as the heavens so he has more responsibilities than David who is in control of the moon, stars, underworld,death (guiding souls to the heavens or allowing them to roam the earth!) So this scene is based of when they went to a art museum with the gang (they all know) and David causing a little chaos! Please ask questions about my au if you wish!
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realitaetsprothese · 4 months
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The B-SAC
"Mammon!" Satans voice thundered through the soot coated halls. A stone wall crumbled and collapsed somewhere. The cries of some unlucky souls were cut off when they were crushed. One Mississppi, two Mississippi, the cries flared up again. Death has no persistance in hell. A droning sound emerged from the back of the halls, visceral like pulsing blood in a choking man's ears. Satan squinted. A shadow formed in the corner of the atrium, visible only because it was even darker than the darkness surrounding it.
Arches and pillars cracked with every blast of the creatures's wings.
Satan rolled his eyes. So dramatic. "Could you be bothered to turn up the haste a little bit." Seconds later the giant creature that was Mammon landed in front of the the Ruler of Demons, God of this Age, and he bowed and spoke: "Hail Satan. You demanded my presence for fulfilling your evil deeds. You call, I shall follow. How can I be of servi..." "Do you know which day it is?" Mammon looked up in surprise. "Indeed. It's Friday, Satan. I know this because, uhm, it is my day off. The one day I look forward to every week."
"Ah, touching. Friday, huh. Any special Friday? Beige Friday maybe? Or green Friday? Red? Blue? IS IT BLUE FRIDAY, MAMMON?" Satan could be a little aggressive sometimes, even for hell standards. Mammon straightened and thereby punched a hole in the high ceiling with his horns. His attempt to remain graceful was sabotaged by stones raining in his face. He rubbed his eye. "Well, Satan, the only coloured Friday I know is Black Friday, so ..."
Satan did a slow clap. "And black Friday it is! Marvellous! And can you guess why I'm absolutely furious about this fact right now?" Because you are the lord of wrath and have very poor anger management, Mammon thought. What he said was: "Since it's black Friday it might have something to do with shopping?"
Satan took a deep breath. "Listen, Mammon. Do you, by any chance, recall our last congregation. The B-SAC one." He did. Whatever B-SAC was, he remembered the congregation. Admittedly, he had been a little occupied with counting and recounting the souls he had earned the other day. A plane full of businessmen had crashed and provided him, the Prince of Greed, with 189 fresh insatiable souls. In hindsight, slowly, vaguely, he remembered the small flipchart next to Satan. The graph that was displayed had looked like a very steep cliff. Downward trend, not upward. He remembered Satan ranting about heavy declines in soul acquisitions, people not selling their souls anymore, but rather leggings and essential oils and coaching programs in pyramid schemes and so on. "Humans dying and going to hell are good and nice, but our strongest ressources are souls that offer themselves deliberately. Or, well, are offered. But since human sacrifice has become scarce in modern times, we are facing a lack of sources." Satan had tapped his pencil against the lowest point of the chart-cliff. "Which means we have to adjust. Go with the Zeitgeist. There are 7 deadly sins, and all of them are still trending. We just have to exploit each of them at the right time. Well, what is the right time, you ask? There is a time for each of them in the human calendar, I tell you. For each of you, actually. I see 7 Princes of Decay and Terror, which means 7 magnificent opportunities. So, due to upcoming events, let's start with the amazing sin of Greed, and therefore with you, dear Mammon. You know that greed is the impetus of the human race. 45 % of all the souls come here because they could never get enough in life."
A meaningful pause had set in. Here, Mammon remembered, he had leaned back and looked around, nodding in search of approval. Nobody reacted, all eyes were glassy again. So he fell back into his calculations, slightly disappointed. That's when his memory got too foggy. That had probably also been the part where his role for Black Friday was coming into play.
Satan was still staring at him. Mammon cleared his throat. "So, what I remember is that greed ist the greatest sin of our time and, uh, Black Friday is coming? Has come, actually. Since it's today." Now Satan was massaging his temples. "Oh!" Mammon exclaimed. "And, uh, it is a great opportunity for people who would sell their souls for stuff?"
Satan let his fingers sink from his tortured temples. "This is absolutely right. This is exactly what I was hoping to achieve today. What I told all of you months in advance. And especially you, Mammon. Especially you, the Lord of Greed. You were my speck of hope for the Black Friday Soul Acquisition Campaign. The B-SAC should have been your baby." Now he sounded disappointed, his gaze shifted into the distance, whereas Mammon felt weirdly guilty. Feelings that didn't really work in hell.
However, B-SAC rang a bell somewhere. Yes! Mammons face lightened up. "Belphegor!" he yelped. Satan shot him a glance. "Belphegor?" "Yes! I had trouble listening, because honestly, who can listen to the Prince of Sloth for more than 20 seconds, but I'm quite sure I heard him saying something about having a great idea for B-SAC. I just guess I, uhm, didn't know what he meant with that back then ..." "Wait, stop. The Prince of Sloth has taken charge of the Black Friday Soul Acquisition Campaign? Alone?" "Well, everyone else was busy, there was a lot to do, the renovations around here ..." Another pillar broke down when Satans fist landed in it. Mammon eyed it grievously. Satan stared at him, his fist still in midair. "What did Belphegor do?"
In this moment, his phone rang. Satan fumbled it out of one of his many tunic layers and stared at the display. Mammon stared, too. "This is a New York number.", he said. Satan nodded. He pressed the small green button and cleared his throat. "Uhm yes? It's Satan?" The connection was quite miserable due to the fact that between the phone and the next cell tower lay roughly 15 kilometers of stone, lava and earth metals. The voice at the other end sounded young, bright and surprised. "Oh my god. I ...n't expect this to ... ... real number. You sound exac.. ... I imagined. I'm a hu... fan!" "Okay?" Satan got a little self conscious. "Who are you? How did you get my number?" A surprised pause. "Well, it ... very easy to find. Behi ... ... supermarket checkout at Target, 255 Greenw... Street, New York. At ... ...ost and found board."
Satans eyes started to burn. Literally. He let the phone sink and turned to Mammon. "Belphegor put my number on a lost and found board at Target? The private contact of the Ruler of Hell was published in a supermarket?" Mammon shrugged. "Maybe it's not the worst idea. Being close to your target group. Ehehehehe. Target group." Satan was not amused. He took the phone again, straightened and lowered his voice by an octave. "Okay, that's good. I, er, wanted you to find it there. So. Are you planning to sell your soul to the Almighty Demon, Destroyer of Worlds, Father of Darkness?" The voice laughed, delighted. "Absolutely! The Black Fri... offer you made is ...prisingly generous. 2 wishes inst... ... one for only half an eterni... in hell? I'm in!" Satan and Mammon shared glances. "Uh, I know. I am very generous actually. That's the secret of my popularity.", Satan growled and looked very satisfied. "Well then. I will send you a contract you shall sign with your own blood. No other blood, that doesn't work and usually brings some unsavory side effects." The voice was pure excitement now. "Understood! How long will it ... oh, it's here. And it's burning my tablecloth, one sec... Okay. Just let me ... the knife real quick. Ooookay, ouch, tha... should do, quite a lot of bloo... actually, well, the tableclo... is busted anyway, aaaand done. How do I send it back ... you? Ah, it's gone."
Satan and Mammon listened silently. Seconds later, a stack of roughly 29 pages appeared in a whirl of flames in the air. Satan mumbled "It's here, let me call you back in a minute" into the phone and hung up. Mammon took the first page and scanned it over. "Arnold Munzinger, 28, born in Cologne, Germany, moved to New York 3 years ago to study theology after quitting his job as a teacher due to several "mean pupils incidents". No further explanation. Wishes for a pair of Yeezy Desert Boots, ew, and the Apocalypse. Now. Epicentre Cologne." Mammon glanced at Satan. "Well, it is a little too early for the Apocalypse, isn't it?" Satan nodded. "Would tear us all to bits and pieces", he grumbled. "We'd need at least six times the number of evil souls and demons we currently have to even remotely consider winning the war against Heaven. Luckily, this is all ruled out in the Terms and Conditions. Apocalypse, Peace on Earth, Coming of the Messiah ... that's why this contract is so damn extensive. People have a lot of stupid ideas. Joke's on Arnold, then. Everything that's precluded in the T and C's is automatically eliminated from the contract. So, only an ugly pair of boots for the poor guy." He nodded approvingly. "I'd never thought Belphegor could come up with something like that. Half an eternity, ha. I'm surprised he thought of the small print."
And with that, he pressed his hoof next to Arnolds insignia. The page smoldered and blazed, shot up in the air, turned to ashes, formed a pentagram for two seconds and at last found its way to the wall behind Satan, where it settled in dark red letters. Satan nodded, pleased. "Back to work, then. Who knows, maybe the Target advertisement wasn't a bad idea at all. Are there more of those? We might branch out a little, since Christmas is just around the corner. Oh wait, let me call Arnold real quick and congratulate him on the new shame on his feet ..."
But when Satan grabbed for his phone, the floor suddenly jerked, making him stumble. Actually, the whole hall was trembling now, shaking, stones grinding, arches crashing. "My oh my, the renovations were just finished!" Mammon moaned. "What is that?" An opening formed in the highest part of the ceiling. The cracking got louder and simultaneuosly moved up. "Hell is splitting up!" Satan screeched. "Is that ..." And he ran to the part of the contract that was still hanging in the air, patiently, "Terms and Conditions" written on top in curved letter, snatched the first page and read: "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, ..."
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nicestpamkale · 2 years
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Villain #1
The Dark Sun God, Borys
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Appearance;
His hair is clay-coloured, short and curling around his eyes in the front and trailing his neck in the back.
Accompanying this are his bronze horns, coming out of his skull at the templesand travelling the curls of his hair with their own wavy shape. These are decorated with golden fixings.
His face itself is fine, with a thin, pointed nose and a sharp jawline. His ears are long and pointed, and his neck has bronze scales that poke out of his clothing and would travel down from his neck over the front of his torso and about halfway down his back.
Painted onto his face are lines in an ochre tone, going down from his forehead to his eyes, which end at his jaw. One half of his face is also painted with a golden sun and eight bronze stars.
His eyes are lined and winged with this paint, to accent his glowing copper eyes.
He has caramel-toned skin, with freckles that dot his face, shoulders and are a glowing orange colour.
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Personality;
He's flippant about all manner of things. Your father was killed by his people? Well, okay then. You need water in your town to survive? Well, he's not the God of that.
He's also the head of state of a whole chunk of land, though he barely cares to properly rule it so it's governmental system is an ornament at most.
He actively wishes to set the world on fire so that all of the planet will be his domain, as it'll be a sun.
If you give him anything, he will kick you down all the same afterwards, knowing you can't do anything to stop him.
His generosity is at excess if he grants you a piece of his land to control, and even then that's to get it off his hands.
Simply wants to beat people and things up and have all the money and power enough to do so without revolt.
In-World Relations;
Osius, his adoptive father. - He isn't really well-liked by Osius.
His adopted brother Kamir, the ex-God of Swords. - Also not a big fan of Borys, though moreso because he sent him forward in time and then proceeded to bully him and his wife until he realized it wasn't fun. (His wife was better at hiding them than he was at finding them.)
The Old God of time. - A God of time he fairly dulled for the ability to send people forwards and backwards in time. They're on neutral ground, even after he won.
Laylian, his girlfriend/wife. - A woman he took advantage of and convinced of his path in life, promising she would be his queen should he succeed.
Clove, his right hand. - A necromancer obsessed with his own wife, Hope. Borys promised him godhood and intends to follow through.
Lotevi, the near-God. - Not actually a goddess yet, though he's promised her the floral abilities of his aunt Cytronsyra after they kill her. Lotevi despises him because he sent her best friend to a war front where he got captured.
Stan, the pryonic lich. - A fire-based lich that is best friends with Lotevi. Enjoys Borys because he allows him to set things on fire.
Altalas, the lonely girl. - An orphan hobgoblin that follows his teachings fairly closely, though at Lotevi's guidance she has her doubts. Petrifies people so that she can control them as stone golems and not be alone.
Etzawahl, a thundering lich. - Lich of lightning and thunder, isn't a big fan of Borys but enjoys the terror he inflicts on others vicariously.
Linarho, the lunar God. - Another small-form God that is trying to gain his favour to turn on him.
The Three Diamonds of Wildia. - A throuple that works underneath him to gain money and supplies to try and fix the eyesight of one of them.
Abilities;
Dragon Wings; sprout from his back, bronze and gold. Allows him to fly.
Linear Time; Can send someone forward or backwards in time. Always sends them to a point where they are two days' travel away from where they would need to be in order to communicate with or see their past selves. Can only do this in daylight.
Advanced Sword-Wielding; Can and will wield any sword handed to him at an advanced-master level.
Radiant Healing; In the sun or when hit with radiant damage, heals.
Fire Immunity; Might as well put 'lava immunity' there aswell.
Fire Breath; has a fire breath attack, as per having a draconic heritage.
Weaknesses;
Stupid; He's, uh, kinda stupid. Stupid enough that he can take psychic damage and is weak to it.
The Cold; If things start getting chilly, he starts to die, slowly. Slowly.
The Night; Can't cast a majority of his strongest spells at night, and requires assistants to keep him safe at that time.
His World Crimes;
His name used to be asshole mcgee. I was kind enough to use 'Borys' on him and he's been a real dick about it.
In his mortal life, he was a human noble who felt like his people never made him enough, and often would abuse anyone low enough he felt he could get away with it.
He would send families into poverty to do this.
When his 'father' and patron god Osius, of fire and crafting, granted him and one other a chance to redeem themselves, he took it without thanks. He performed the bare minimum and Osius only let him remain because he technically reformed with his tasks and didn't expect him to live long.
He was made into a lesser god- Osius made his domain the sun and his friend who also reformed into a god of swords. Osius wasn't happy with his domain and not only tore off the wings of his 'friend', but also took away his domain, making him mortal and weak.
He also sent him centuries into the future so that he would be stronger than his friend by the time he had to confront this act.
He made an immortal druid forced to follow his regime by convincing her best friend of his message and almost killing her younger brother. (Technically a three-parter..)
Sent her best friend into a warfront so that he'd be imprisoned so that she could no longer see him.
Assisted three men in the genocide of religious folk who followed the teachings of the goddess of love, whom they killed so that no god would touch that land so that their enemies- a race of orcs who were made to protect humans- would have to stay out of it to get god-given assistance.
When his father got a wife, he killed her because he was envious of him having a wife.
Decided that sun powers were not enough, and that he would 'turn the world into a sun' so that he could rule it all.
Killed a child that followed his religion so that he could track them in the afterlife and then ripped them out of it using a technicality, then giving that child's wing-mask to his son so that he could fly.
When a woman was tired and alone and needed someone, anyone to support her, he groomed her into being his perfect wife and turned her against her best friend.
When his old friend finally arrived, he approached him and began to beat him up and mock him for being weak, only stopping when his wife realized that his old friend was dating her best friend and figuring that they could work something out way crueller later. Which he agreed to.
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metalichotchoco · 2 years
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Strength of Comunnion
Lord uzal always smelled of raspberries when happiest
The months after the march on valoran, the general begun to act strange. Despite his armor not being worn down, he had commissioned the blacksmiths for a new set. The main change was to his helmet, which was customized to have large almost rabbit like horns.
He told the smiths that it was based off what gives him strength in battle. They dismissed it off of being tied to a legend like the kindred. They did look like animal ears after all.
He also recently got a new advisor, the rest of the court wasn’t exactly pleased that an outsider so quickly rose through the ranks. They wouldn’t actually come up to Sahn because royal families may have power but the military is basically the end all be all.
The advisor was powerful too, the court saw from their own bedroom windows as the mysterious stranger lifted stone pillars from the ground and effortlessly shaped them into intricate living spaces. Some believe the hooded figure is a celestial in disguise but it’s just rumors that float about. Others believe in a vampire like beast due to the numerous conspicuous scratch and bite marks that have appeared on the lord’s own body.
Lord Uzal stuck like glue to the advisor who referred to themselves as “Hekla” Despite one of them being 8 feet tall and one being 5 foot, Sahn made sure to match his strides. He made sure to talk more softly whenever they were around. According to the man, his advisor had very sensitive ears.
They have a very special bond but we can only dream of the things they said to each other behind closed doors…
“Being with you makes me feel more alive than I ever have. Despite not being a human yourself, I feel such a stronger connection to you than one of them. Is that weird?”
Veigar shook his head as the large man flopped onto his bed, his hair splaying out and sending him airborne for a few seconds before landing with a soft “pomf” of the comforter.
“You are a bit strange but I don’t think it’s weird at all. You are their leader but you aren’t their friend. It’s as simple as that.” Veigar clarified
Sahn raised his head to meet the yordle face to face. He liked when his shadow didn’t eclipse his self appointed advisor.
“You know what I mean. No offense but you are literally a fae spirit and I somehow have more kinship in something most people don’t even think exists than those people themselves.”
Veigar gave a fake little huff at the statement but Sahn’s apprehension isn’t unearned, they met as enemies after all. Spirits don’t know all that much about humans and humans know way way less.
“If a conversation can be had, even if inaudible, a connection can be formed. And I’m not here to trick you and run off, if I were, I’d be long long gone by now.”
Sahn’s eyes softened at the remark. It’s true that if he didn’t care he would’ve just gone invisible as soon as the jail doors unlocked, but he didn’t, he doesn’t even have chains on. He’s just sitting on his bed, having polite conversation alone, with him. He’s showing his true form, with him. It’s not something yordles do lightly.
“ You really are the best advisor I could ask for.”
He giggled, he didn’t have to be strong around veigar, veigar was his strength in a way. They are making this kingdom full of glory together. He put a hand out and slowly caressed Veigar’s fuzzy face, Veigar did the same. Sahn wondered if his skin felt as alien to veigar as his fur did to him.
“There is a bit of fur to you.” veigar giggled as he brushed over the man’s forearms. Both of them were closer than before, it was always such a wonderful but strange experience to just be alone together like this. Sahn couldn’t wait until veigar and him get to spend eternity like this surrounded by the the great conquerers of the past and future, partying on for eternity without any snakey aristocrats or judging looks or paperwork.
Sahn gently took veigar’s small soft paws into his own rough hands.
“ When we die in glory, I can’t wait to see the hall of bones with you. No boundaries will exist then.”
Sahn then got a bit curious and asked a question.
“ Did you ever hear any loud human voices when you lived in the spirit realm?”
Sahn’s eyes lit up and it made veigar flatten his ears in guilt, he decided to answer the question.
“I’m honestly not sure, the bandle grove I lived in was such a chaotically boring place. The realm’s scents and sounds and tastes were all so loud, it was hard to tell what was happening most of the time, it’s why I left in the first place. Spirits like yordles or demons tend to be disorganized and chaotic. I’m glad to have any sense of meaning to my life now.”
He took a deep breath and looked into the younger man’s naive eyes, he wasn’t sure he could cope with losing another loved one.
“ I am happy that when you pass on, you’ll be going to a place of celebration and hallowing.”
Sahn’s eyes became confused, he knew that the spirit probably didn’t have answers for the afterlife they were going to lead but he didn’t know what was filling the yordle’s eyes full of tears.
“Humans have such short lives, it’s something that each and every spirit has to deal with but it doesn’t hurt any less when they go. Maybe the happiness you’ll find after death will soften it. But let’s just stay here in the moment…”
Sahn held the yordle tight upon hearing that, trying to wipe away any tears that threaten to fall from his large blue eyes.
“I’ll wait for you in there, I’ll wait a thousand years for you.” He said in determination
“I don’t want you to wait forever. You deserve to move on, to party hard without regrets. Yordles live forever unless they are killed unnaturally.”
Veigar brushed some of Sahn’s long hair out of his face, he was here now. His skin is alive now. He didn’t see the appeal of escaping reality like Sahn did, the moment here was already beautiful enough.
Maybe as a spirit he envied the warmth and solidness everything held in the psychical realm just as humans dream of fantastical situations that they can get lost in. The grass is always greener on the other side.
Curiosity is what compelled veigar to this point but that’s not what drives Sahn. Not entirely. He can see the passion burning in his heart, it’s infectious especially staring into those loving, dangerously warm brown eyes.
“ There will be a way for us to see each other again. I will move mountains for it all. I do not care about empire or status or domination, I only care about the revelry we both deserve. Once I find the Hall of Bones and am let in I will search for you. Even if you won’t be dead you’re still a spirit. Anything is possible if you try hard enough and … I am fully capable of trying for you.”
With that his large callused hand felt up the small of veigar’s back, the fur glittered an iridescent shade in the dim light in response. It was overwhelmingly soft, a texture not comparable to any textile he has known. It’s one he wishes to know very well.Veigar leaned in to the exploratory touch.
Veigar mirrored the action, tracing the definition of Sahn’s well muscled back, almost as if he was mapping each of them using only the sense of touch. Some areas where more plush but all of him contained the same firmness that made him so real.
Sweat rolled down Sahn’s burly limbs as he explored Veigar’s plush body. While his arms definitely had muscle, most of his body was plump, concentrated mostly around his upper thighs that had the effect of making his legs look shorter than they were proportionally. Why do you always want to squish and squeeze the things you love?
All he wanted to do was embrace his diminutive partner and stay like that for all eternity. They had lives to live but he can dream right? The heart is selfish like that.
Soon a new day will dawn and he’ll have to leave his room and lead the burgeoning country he’s formed, but until then he can enjoy the company of the fae he’s fallen for.
He turns his attention outwards and realizes veigar attempting to lean in for a kiss, being 3 feet tall doesn’t really make it easy but that’s not what either of them signed up for.
“Can I get a kiss?”
Sahn happily obliges, leans down and brings veigar close to his chest, before their lips connect he hears
“Could you make it last forever?”
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firaknight · 3 years
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Say hello to my new OC, Ixien!
They’re essentially a fragment of Void Termina’s body when it disappeared after Void left said body. The body itself broke into 3 pieces, one for land, one for the cocoon, and one for the winged form. Ixien happened to be that winged form.
They go by he/she/they pronouns but genuinely don’t care what you call them by (they have no idea why the fuck they’re alive or how they ended up on Popstar), and they’re a clumsy little baby with too many emotions.
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yeoreos · 3 years
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avid || jjk (m)
pairing: demon!jungkook x human!reader
genre: 18+, smut
summary: jungkook finds you at a bar and sets you as his night's target
warnings: oh lord smut. lots and lots of smut.
wc: 4k
note: i was kind of lazy to finish it, but hey, its 4k of foreplay; nothing beats that! (also sorry for not posting in a while i was busy with beginning of year exams *cries*)
jungkook first noticed you in a bar. on weekends, it was transformed into a seedy nightclub. he liked to go there while he was looking for something to eat; something to conquer for the night. he discovered a plethora of attractive females and, each with broken hearts and hungry gazes - all yearning for a nighttime lover.
he never believed his eyes when they landed on you. the state you were in was pitiful. he guessed that you had just broken up with this boyfriend of yours, hence the mascara and ruined makeup on your face. or perhaps it was a platonic breakup. despite your state, his mahogany orbs never left your figure. what a cute thing you were.
a pretty face that was exactly his type, the perfect curves of your tits, hips, and ass has his knees weak. if you were to ask, he would give.
of course, his initial plan had been thrown out the window the instant he saw you. you leaned against the bar, accepting an order, with a grin on your lips. It sparked something in him, all the confidence (whether it be from the alcohol in your veins or not, it didn't matter to him) and allure.
he knew your name. how could he miss the way your own name rolled off of your tongue so easily? how could he miss the way your lips formed a smirk after seeing jungkook? how could he miss your scent when you pulled him in to kiss you?
this was jungkook's specialty, depravity. wherever he went, he brought a tale of wickedness and depravity with him, the quality hooking onto him like a magnet.
he was a fallen angel, to be sure. a demon, a fallen angel. to be more specific, an incubus. he fed off of sex and vice, appetites and irrational cravings. he drank often in front of ladies like you, at bars or in beds, whose gazes wracked over him, and he fed off of human energy.
over time, after a handful of centuries, he had gotten bored of playing the same old games in bed. jungkook knew what he wanted, however, he was never able to satisfy that itch in the back of his throat, yearning for something to quench his sinful thirst.
he was tired, watching from atop the hill nearby, where he watched the sun rest for the night. just like you had. the darkness of the night overtook the city of seoul and jungkook knew it was his hour to strike; to feed his thirst.
so, the demon went after you, hovering over your small figure over the pathetic excuse of a bed. the soft rising and falling of your chest and the soft snores that escaped from your mouth once in a while, was all the proof jungkook needed that you were fast asleep.
jungkook extended his hand towards you, brushing his knuckles on your cheek, a tremor coursing through his body as a result of the contact. the energy you were emitting caused every molecule in his body to twitch in response. captivating.
oh how badly he wanted a taste.
when you stirred a little, a small groan leaving your lips, jungkook stilled. had you woken up? however, it was just a small movement you were causing in your sleep which allowed you to further curl up against the pillow.
he grinned.
it was time.
"let's go in that dream of yours, shall we?"
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when he opened his eyes again, jungkook didn't expect himself to be in the same bar, be in the same exact position as before. however, this time, you were looking directly at him with your hungry eyes, mimicking his.
ever since heaven had decided to clip his wings, jungkook gave up on the little purity he had left, letting himself follow his heart.
so that's why he felt no shame in eyeing your figure up and down multiple times.
it wasn't necessarily anything that stood out about you, but it was just the aura you were giving off, that sweet feminine scent that lingered near the air around you, that small curve of your lips. but it might have mostly been the way you called for him, despite not knowing his name.
"hello, handsome."
jungkook didn't really have a preference when coming to his targets. he didn't prefer virgins; he always thought that they were inexperienced and didn't know how to give a good head. he didn't prefer the experienced either; he always thought that they knew too much and made the sex too sloppy. it was somewhere in between. and by the looks of it, you seemed like the perfect target. it had his insides churning, a long yearning for a good fuck. he thought he was going crazy.
throughout his centuries of living, he saw empires and clans of royalty fall and rebuild itself, being reborn. he didn't go out of his way to feel good, but he took whatever the universe offered to him. in this case, it was you.
when the surroundings suddenly changed to a much quieter one, where no one was bumping into each other, jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. it did not, however, take him long to notice that you were in the premises of your bedroom, the small plants on your windowsill being a huge clue.
“who are you?” you inquired, your voice scarcely audible. smirking, the man took a step forward. in contrast to his sparkling eyes, the moonlight from the window follows his body flawlessly, giving him a blue tone on his skin. you became aware of his exposed skin due to his lack of clothing. as you took in his powerful body, a flicker of longing tingled between your legs.
the man stayed deafeningly silent. instead, the man crept onto the bed, trailed by what appeared to be a shadow. you kept a tight eye on his every move because you couldn't move. you felt yourself spreading your legs wide as he crept over top of you. you had a tremendous want to feel him and be completely consumed by him.
despite being a demon, a sex demon (literally), jungkook still understood the morals of consent, making sure it was his top priority. after all, he wouldn't want it if he was in your position.
"are you okay with what's going to happen?" his words were like a captivating chime in your ears, quickly relaxing you and making you desire more. you found yourself placing our hands on his shoulders in order to feel his silky skin. how was it possible for a man to be both burning hot and icy cold at the same time? the dampness between your legs was unbearable, and you were drawn to him with all your might. your nipples perked beneath your shirt as you didn’t wear a bra to bed, you remembered. this made sense. something you remembered vividly. just a shirt and panties was all you wore to bed. clearly you must be dreaming, so you may as well indulge without regret.
"y-yes." you dropped your hands to grasp your shirt and pull it over your head to display your nakedness while looking into the man's eyes. with a hunger for your every move, he kept an eye on you. as he glanced over you, his throat vibrated with a palpable growl. you noticed he was completely hard as your gaze slid down your body with his. in a humble tone, you inquire, "is this real? this isn't a dream, is it?"
the man's grin makes your entire body twitch. you feel him quickly remove your underpants and fling it somewhere off the bed. you become acutely aware of the excitement between your legs as well as the heat emanating from his body. he lowers himself still more until he's right up against your door.
“would you prefer to be dreaming... or would you prefer to be here with me?” the man inquires, his tone innocent but with a sinister undertone.
when you reached for your thighs to give yourself some relief, there was nothing there. as your eyes scanned your surroundings, all you could feel was the chill of your own flesh. red. your vision was completely red. it was almost as if someone had brought in a red mood lamp and shone it throughout the room. it was entirely painted in a bright crimson color. your epidermis. the walls on all four directions. it was all red.
everything seemed hazy and perplexing, and you wondered where you were. you were in a new environment. some may even argue it was a living hell.
you sat up and wrapped yourself in the nearest blanket you could locate before standing up. warm wooden floorboards greeted your bare feet. “what?” kneeling down, you firmly pressed your hand on the wood once again to be sure you weren't hallucinating, but then again, what's to say you weren't hallucinating the whole thing?
'im not a lunatic... you thought to yourself as the warm sensation of the wood stretched across your palm. you straightened up and looked about your flat, trying to figure out what you could do about the red. you stood up straight and began to look around your apartment to see if there was anything you could do about the red. nibbling on your lower lip gently, you stood up straight and began to look around your apartment to see if there was anything you could do about the red.
the door to your bedroom squeaks open just as you were ready to turn on the light switch. the sound reverberated throughout the room with such eerie intensity that you were nearly persuaded your tv had turned back on and was showing yet another horror movie. then something happened. from your room, a man who could only be described as the devil strolled in as if he owned the place. you would be fascinated by this man's beauty if he hadn't just walked in like that. a scar runs from the left side of his jaw all the way down to his neck, giving him a strong jawline. his delicate yet sharp-looking features are caressed by soft wild hair, and his adorable small head is adorned with two pointy horns. it was the eyes, though, that drew your attention.
not the fact that he emerged from your room shirtless. nor the fact that he had claws and a commanding tail swishing back and forth. no, it was those soulless black eyes that were piercing right through you. your very being. you were in some type of trans as the mystery man - no, not man - thanks to those black coals. devil. That sounded more like it.
you couldn't take your gaze away, but as your feet shuffled you further away from this entity, they did all the thinking for you. it only appeared to encourage the beast to keep going before you pressed up against him and the wall. as you summoned the strength to speak up, your grip on the blanket trembled a little. “wh-what are you looking for?” your voice faded away quietly.
the devil had smirked at your frailty and little dread before running a clawed hand through your unkempt hair “i'm starving, my love.” before leaning in and drinking in your aroma, it spoke in the lowest, almost infantile voice. “won't you feed me nice and well, love? after all, you did want this to be real, right?” you weren't sure if it was the tone of his voice or the proximity, but you nodded in accord.
he grabbed your neck and ran his tongue across his lips before taking you into a harsh but passionate kiss. soft cherry red lips ravished your lips in a ravenous embrace while his hands roamed across your body, grasping and groping everything it could find.
a deep moan emerged from both of you as you felt the tightness of his jeans against your leg, causing a burning feeling. the burning of want burned through your skin everywhere he touched, everywhere he invaded with his mouth, hands, and body. it was almost a nasty, twisted euphoria that made your cunt clench around nothing in eagerness.
as the unnamed monster looked you up and down, an almost animalistic growl exited his throat as he took a deep inhale, you gasped for air. “love, you smell so fucking amazing for me.” he spoke in hushed tones through little pockets of air. “you're so delicious that i could devour you whole.”
the very thought of doing so appeared to amuse him, as he let out a brief but malicious laugh before narrowing his focus to the blanket still clinging to you.
with a scowl on his face, he clasped his larger hand around the one holding the blanket in place before yanking at it, only to have you keep it in place. the devil, with his head cocked to the side, gazed at you, perplexed, as if he didn't understand what you were doing.
“it's just that,” you murmured, tightening your jaw at the gaze those empty eyes gave you like a chill up your spine, "i feel comfortable like this...” you muttered the last bit, swallowing any spit you had.
but there was no justification or apology for him, so he raised his claw into the air and cut the blanket, ripping it open wide.
fear, as well as the lust racing through your veins, were clouding your judgment once more. the notion that his claws were so near to slicing you terrified you and turned you on like nothing you'd ever experienced. it gave a sense of how perilous it was to be so near to this creature, which was part of what made it so thrilling.
"baby, nothing is safe when i'm around."
those words, on the other hand, did it for you. you reached out to him as soon as you dropped the tattered blanket on the floor, exposing yourself to him. you drew him back into another intense kiss by wrapping your arms around him and springing up to wrap your legs around his waist. as he grasped your thighs to keep you in place, he was caught completely off guard by your sudden bravery.
each passing breath spent on one another battling for control, hips sliding up against each other as your damp panties rubbed up against his encaged dick, which was most definitely pressing painfully against the denim trousers he was wearing, made the kiss more hungry and animal-like. the cool contact of skin moving up against your back and down your underwear made you whimper.
despite his animalistic state, you always thought he was beautiful, a rare creature. "you're beautiful," you murmured, oblivious to the fact that you were saying it aloud. he laughed with his head tilted back. his neck was big and thick, but it was the raised markings that went all the way around it that caught your eye; they were woven together like chains, as if he had been choked with scorching metal.
the demon kissed you long and hard, barely pausing to breathe. His tongue was lengthy and had a split down the center. it was a novel experience that was strangely addictive. you became engrossed in the way it encircled your own. with his fangs, the monster simply paused to tug on your lower lip. as his hand moved down to your thigh, you let out a faint little groan.
he sang, “such a good girl,” as he drew you up into his arms. Jungkook snatched you up like feather. as you placed your legs around his tiny waist, his arms bulged. before he entered your room, he gave you a lengthy, scorching kiss. you had your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair and scraping against the base of one of his horns as an experiment.
the devil looked down at you as you lay on your bed, his crimson eyes flashing in the dim light. only those eyes and the white-tipped base of his horns could be seen with the moon blearily seeping through your blinds. it felt as though the monster beneath your bed had arrived to devour you. slowly, he moved his hand up the wall, flicking on the light and bathing you both in a golden glow.
you eventually let your gaze drift away from his, focusing on his toned chest, tight waist, and muscular thighs. when you noticed the bulge yearning to be freed from his pants, you licked your lips. he finally went closer, his lips brushing against yours as he crept between your legs. his hands crept up to the band of your shorts, the heat of his palm scorching and heavy on your bare thighs.
he yanked your shorts down your hips and flung them behind him as he kissed you. he tore through your shirt even quicker, softly cursing as he saw your naked breasts. you yanked on his shirt, trying to get a better look at him and to touch every scrap of exposed flesh you could discover. he sat back and yanked his shirt off, displaying golden skin stained with crimson ink and muscular abs that rippled with each breath. you were so focused on his appearance that you almost missed the expression in his eye as he glanced down at you.
“fuck, you look like an angel,” he said, reaching down to rip your panties apart, only to shred them. your moist lips were exposed by the chilly air as you gasped. at the sight, he bit his lower lip and groaned. “very gentle and plaint." slowly, he ran his hands down your body, starting at the rib cage and working their way down to your thighs.
his fingers became hotter and hotter along the way, till they were on the verge of burning. until he came to your knees and quickly shoved your legs apart and up, crimson streaks remained on your skin. smirking at your hiss of pain, his palms pushed your thigh back till they touched your chest. “so ready to be used,” he states.
"please do."
“well, angel, since you asked so nicely,” he leaned very close to your cunt and licked a lengthy strip. his forked tongue slithered inside your slit, relishing in the lengthy groan that came out of your mouth. he swirled above the opening for a minute, then slipped just the tip of it inside when you finally relaxed against him.
jungkook gradually started penetrating your pussy with his tongue. the warm, slithery appendage that slithers in and out of you with increasing ease, flicking at your g-spot and making you whine in delight. you exhaled with relief when he licked up to your clit, only to scream when he clamped his mouth over the delicate nub and sucked hard enough for you to see stars.
moans and groans emitted from your lips and the demon could have sworn he had never heard anything prettier. his mouth salivates against your lips, only causing him to dip down near your entrance and trail his tongue back to your little nub. oh how sweet you were.
"my angel's already close to cumming?" there was no denying that. he had already noticed you were quickly approaching your high by the way you tugged on his locks and the way your moans became higher in pitch.
the demon took two of his long fingers and slipped them into your pussy, a squelching noise emitting from the action. you tugged so hard on your lips that it was plump and swollen, the irony blood almost spilling from them. he quickly started pumping his fingers and curling it, sending you seeing stars. he wanted you to get ready for the real deal (aka his cock).
"god, please fuck me, please please i'm so close to cumming but i wanna cum on your cock, please," if it weren't for you sounding so pretty and desperate for him, the demon would have prolonged the foreplay.
“there is no ‘god' here,” he hissed, sliding two fingers inside your pussy and sucking hard on your clit as you almost shouted in delight. his fingers curled within you quickly, drawing you closer to the brink. your fingers ran aimlessly through his hair, yanking it back to keep him near. you scratched on one of his horns with your nails.
it wasn't until another orgasm crashed upon you that the demon stopped.
you were spent; messy hair, hazy eyes, drool dripping down your chin and onto your neck and some parts of your chest.
as sly as a fox, you felt jungkook pressing his heavy length on your clit, the warmth and hardness of it evident in the way it pressed up against the little nub. jungkook evilly rutted against the bundle, sending sharp pleasures erupting from the mere action.
you thought he would stop at a few thrusts, however, jungkook had other plans in mind. those being seeing you completely helpless underneath him (not like you weren't before).
with one more came a push, your insides clenching and squeezing the head of his cock like a vice. jungkook stills above you; only the tip in and you're already this tight? he allows a shaky breath to reveal itself from his throat, the sound coming out a little more strangled and choked that he intended it to be.
you took him inch by glorious inch. the two of you reveled in the pleasure, drinking off of each other's moans and heat.
the rest of the night was spent in each other's arms. it wasn't romantic, but it sure as hell was full of pleasure.
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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years
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Under The Floorboards pt. IIII
(Technoblade X Reader): Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V
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Whipping the sweat off your brow you placed the honey jars you collected on the ground, Phil really built this farm efficiently. However, that didn’t stop you needing to collect honey pots here and there, now that the vault was complete you could actually use the honey for normal things. Technoblade would never admit it but he loved when you put honey in his tea, contrary to popular belief he wasn’t a fan of plain black tea or coffee. You rolled up your sleeves and adjusted the sunhat that sat lazily on your head against your better judgment you had left your armor inside. The only thing on your person was a netherite ax Techno had enchanted for you, it was an effective weapon but without your armor, you were a bit of a sitting duck. As the bees buzzed and bumped lazily into each other, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sight. They were just so silly. You picked up the crate of jars and turned around, your eyes narrowed as you saw some movement by the trees, it was still too early for Tommy and Technoblade to be back...so just who was snooping around the property. You felt very naked in your sun hat and overalls, especially if it was Dream himself that you were about to encounter. Your worry only increased as you noticed four men all in netherite armor walking towards the house, their swords were drawn. You had a feeling that these were the men who took Technoblade the day prior. They were like a little gang all dressed the same way, bloody aprons and all they really had the executioner vibes down. 
    “Hello, gentlemen.” You smiled giving them a wave while you adjusted the box of honey, “beautiful day isn’t it?” 
The first to answer was a man who had a scar from the tip of his eyebrow down to the bottom of his lip. He sent you a smile and you noticed a tooth missing from the upper row, a navy blue beanie held his dark hair in place. 
    “Very beautiful, it’s always a good day when the sun is shining.” He mused the sun in question reflected beautifully across all their netherite armor. The one thing you decided to leave inside, you weren’t intimidated nope not at all. “What’s your name sweetheart?”
    “(Y/N).” You responded with a hum, “Is there something that I can help you all with today?” Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed two of the men moved to surround you, they thought they were slick. The only one who didn’t move was the tallest of the children there, he looked to be half Enderman. He also looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was right now poor thing. Drawing your gaze back to the other three men, you noticed one was Tommy’s age and had small horns atop his head, along with goat-like ears. A burn scar also took up half of his face. It made you frown distastefully, what was with these kids getting traumatized? First Tommy and now the half enderman and the goat kid, you couldn’t adopt all of them, well you could but it’d be a lot of work. The other looked to be part fox after all the big orange ears and the fluffy tail was dead give away, wait didn’t Ghostbur say his son was a fox. “Are you Fundy?” You asked, suddenly tilting your head to the side.
    “How do you know my name?” Fundy’s face flushed a little and he shuffled on his feet, his hand twitching to grab the sword that was at his side. 
    “I talked to your father earlier today. I’m assuming that’s how you found me?” You took the hat off your head and rested it on Carl’s stable. The fox gave a reluctant nod of confirmation you licked your lips and put your hands behind your back. “So? Do you have a problem with Technoblade or just me specifically?”
    “Wow, she’s not even a little bit ashamed.” Quackity mused and you frowned, “We’re here because your boyfriend blew up our country. He also disgraced our President right Tubbo? Don’t know if you’re aware of that or not but he escaped his punishment. So we intend to make him repent.” He walked towards you and you took a step away from him. 
    “That’s far enough thank you.” You held up your hand in hopes it would stop his trek towards you, Quackity did pause for a moment. He let out a chuckle and smiled. He thought your tough attitude was cute, but he was clearly mocking you. 
Jackass. 
    “Quackity maybe we should leave her be...she didn’t do anything.” The young goat kid murmured his ears flicking as he looked up at you. 
    “Quiet Tubbo. Let the adults speak,” Quackity snapped at him before clearing his throat and looking back at you. “Listen (Y/N) was it? We’re going to have to ask that you come with us. If you don’t we’ll have to take you by force.”
    “Wait, couldn't Technoblade have trained her?” The half enderman spoke holding up his finger in the air but no one seemed to pay him any attention. 
    “I guess force it is. Although the fight is a little unfair.” You took out your ax and twirled it in your hand, “Something tells me you don’t exactly like fair fights.” Fundy took a hesitant step backward not really wanting to lose a life for this of all things, but he pulled out his sword just in case. Clicking your tongue in distaste you sent a bloodthirsty smile their way, one that rivaled Technoblade, “Come at me.” 
Without hesitation, Quackity charged at you with his sword he didn’t aim to kill, just disarm or injure. You blocked the swing with the wooden part of your ax and spun around just in time to dodge an attack from Tubbo. You managed to elbow him in the back and he stumbled forward into Quackity, the man made a grunting sound before shoving Tubbo off of him and into the snow. Fundy moved next and managed to land a hit on the side of your arm, you hissed loudly glaring daggers at the fox. His ears pressed against his head and he let out a small whimper, “sorry!”
    “Don’t apologize to her!” Quackity groaned, “You guys are the worst gang ever.” He slapped his forehead as you readjusted your posture, “I have to do everything myself.” Quackity snarled charging at you again you sidestepped out of the way. As he stumbled trying to regain himself he knocked over the honey pots and they shattered against the ground. You swung your ax and managed to land a hit on him in the back of the legs, he let out a strangled yelp and fell on his face into the snow like Tubbo had done earlier. Yanking out the ax out of the leader of the gang blood splattered all over the ground and stained the snow. Little red beads dripped off the ax as you held it by your side, the man only let out another scream as it was torn out of him. 
    “Back. Off.” You repeated again baring your teeth with a hiss, “Turn around and go back to L’manburg and I won’t kill you. Got it.”  The ax was pointed at all of them, you saw the half enderman nod vigorously, 
    “Yes ma’am.” He nodded rapidly grabbing Tubbo and Fundy by the arm and pulled them back, the three of them watched as Quackity snarled and backed up to join them. You watched them cower and you dropped your ax on the ground so you could press the palm of your hand into the wound on your arm. You quickly turned and ran back into your home to collect bandages and fix yourself up, blood speckled the floor as you made your way into the bathroom. You tore off your overalls and shirt, washing out the wound before wrapping your arm in bandages. You didn’t know how long you stood there in front of the mirror but you looked worse for wear. 
Technoblade was going to lose his shit.
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All Technoblade could think about on their way back to his retirement home, was you. He could only put up with Tommy for so many hours until he needed to talk to literally anyone else. He was ready to get your relaxing date night underway; he could already feel your fingers running through his hair braiding his as you went. He hummed fondly listening as the voices called him simp repeatedly, he didn’t mind this time considering he was when it came to you. 
    “That’s still cringe chat.” He murmured to himself as Tommy continued to scream about something in the background, “Yeah, yeah I love her.” He heard the chat flip their shit and he fondly chuckled, intermixed with their happy cries there was a distinct sound of ‘E’ as well as ‘nerd.’ He almost didn’t hear Tommy’s worried shouting. He frowned and rolled his eyes back into his skull, 
    “What Tommy?” 
    “Technoblade! Technoblade!” The teen bumped back into him, Technoblade grunted and looked down at him. He followed Tommy’s eyes and spotted the blood littered snow outside his house. Technoblade paused and his vision went red around the edges, his eyes stayed trained on the bloodstains as the voices began to roar within his skull. His head shot up and he saw the honey box spilled over on the ground, glass littered the snow, your hat hanging loosely on Carl’s old stable. 
     “T-Technoblade.” Tommy stuttered again looking up at the pig-man, seeing how glazed over his eyes looked. He swore steam was coming out of Technoblade’s nose and his hand drew out his pickaxe gripping it so tight his knuckles turned white. He felt his tusks grow in size and his face began to shift into his pig form. Tommy’s voice was drowned out by the flood that was the voices in his head: 
‘SHE’S GONE. THEY HAVE HER. KILL THEM ALL. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. WE DEMAND BLOOD. E. SAVE HER. YOU’RE A FAILURE. YOU DIDN’T PROTECT HER. SLAUGHTER ALL OF THEM. SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG. SHE NEVER HURT ANYBODY. YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.’ 
Technoblade took a step forward to which Tommy rapidly backed up in response. He’s never seen Techno this gone before, oh shit he has it bad for (Y/N). However, Tommy didn’t make a move to stop Technoblade; he didn’t want him to release that rage on him. Technoblade walked into the house, stepping on his glasses that fell off his face. He threw his door open with a loud slam, he needed potions and he needed a new sword. 
Whoever did this all their cannon lives were gone he’d make it long and torturous.
A soft voice broke him out of his stupor his entire body went rigid. 
    “Bubs…” He slowly turned around and came face to face with you, you looked so small, so delicate standing in the doorway. You were wearing your pajamas, soft blue with little sheep all over them. His ears twitched and his shoulders softened considerably seeing you standing safe in the doorway, however, he tensed again the minute he saw the bandages tied around your arm. Blood leaking through them, he growled eyes locking in on the spot as you made soft shushing sounds at him. 
‘SHE’S HURT. SHE’S ALIVE THOUGH. BUT SHE’S HURT, THEY NEED TO PAY. ATONE FOR WHAT THEY DID TO HER. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. SPILL THEIR BLOOD THEN MAKE OUT WITH HER. SHE’LL LOVE YOU MORE IF YOU DO. BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.’
Technoblade jumped feeling her hand caress his cheek, “Bubs it’s alright I’m okay.” Your voice was smooth and soothing, his eyes dilated as you spoke to him. His face shifting back to normal as he breathed heavily through his nose, “See?” You brought his head down to rest against your chest, it looked uncomfortable the way that he was bending. However, he could feel your heart beating in your chest, he made a soft whimper and grabbed onto your shoulders his pink hair tickled your chin. You brought your hands up to run his fingers through his hair as he finally calmed down enough to ignore the voices for the time being. Right now they were just commenting on how nice and warm her hands were anyway.
    “What happened to you? There was blood everywhere I was so scared.” His voice broke a little bit as he pulled away from you. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest Technoblade had never looked so broken. 
    “The butcher squad came and attacked me. They wanted to use me to get to you but I fought them off just like you taught me.” You couldn’t help but smile proudly at him and he let out a disbelieving laugh. His hands moved from your shoulders to your back as he cradled you gently in his arms, you both stood there rocking back and forth together until Technoblade was satisfied. 
    “That’s my girl.” He finally murmured backing away from you, you flushed at the compliment. Whenever he called you that it made you flush all over, you let out a loud flustered whine and whacked him on the chest. Technoblade laughed at your flustered expression, it was a rare moment the tables were flipped like this and Technoblade was going to take full advantage of the situation. “Princess what’s with that look? Am I, thee Technoblade, making you flustered? I know I’m a lot to handle, I beat Dream once, I never die, I’m not homeless. Guess what?” 
    “What?” You couldn’t help but let out a giggle as he circles you eyeing you up and down. 
    “I’m single.” 
    “Oh really?” You cocked an eyebrow, “I thought you had a girlfriend.” You twirled your hair around your fingers and you felt his strong hands rest on your waist. 
    “Hm I don’t think so. You might need to refresh my memory,” Technoblade mused kissing your neck tenderly. 
    “Well she’s stunningly gorgeous, and tough as nails,” Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned back against him. “She absolutely adores you and how protective you are of her, and how much of a gentle giant you are.” He made a noise of protest and rested his chin on the top of your head. You could tell he was pouting at you, 
    “See, not only is that super cringe but also factually incorrect. I am not a gentle giant, I just committed vast sums of minor terrorism and I also kill orphans so what would my girlfreind say to that huh?” He huffed clicking his tongue distastefully. 
    “She would say that you’re right but also she sees the way you take care of Carl, and how you put up with Tommy. You’re totally brothers. That makes you at least a little bit soft” 
    “Not brothers and I don’t like him.” 
    “Right sure,” You giggled a little and kissed his chin lightly. 
Technoblade let out an indignant sound before muttering, “Oh we should probably tell Tommy you aren’t kidnapped. Also discuss what to do about L’manburg now that they know you exist.” You blocked out that last part and made a beeline outside to find Tommy. The teenager in question was fumbling with his hands over by his cobblestone tower, you ran over to him and engulfed him in a hug. 
    “(Y/N)!” He shouted letting out a disbelieving laugh hugging you back with a childish smile. “You’re okay! Holy fuck I totally thought you were dead and shit! Technoblade was going fucking apeshit! His face went all pig like n’ shit totally thought he was gonna kill everyone for you! Not that I was worried.” He added quickly shoving you away crossing his arms. 
    “Of course you weren’t THE Tommy is never worried.” 
    “Yeah exactly Miss Blade you get me.” You smiled fondly at him and you ruffled his hair and he shouted at you to stop. You did so sensing Technoblade approach the both of you, Techno interlocked your hand with his own and squeezed it tightly. “You chill now Big T?” 
    “I’m always chill Tommy. Only nerds aren’t chill.” He mused with a scoff, “Hence why I always call you a nerd.” 
    “WHAT THE FUCK TECHNOBLADE! I AM ALWAYS CHILL! I’M THE CHILLEST MAN ALIVE I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW!” 
    “Stop shouting,” Technoblade groaned burying his face in your hair as you laughed fondly at their antics. Although L’manburg knew about your existence now, and although you knew Dream probably wasn’t too far behind in learning that knowledge either, you felt everything was going to be okay. 
All you needed was each other, Technoblde, Tommy, Phil and you. Together you four were gonna do great things, you just knew it.
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I do plan on making another part because people seem to be enjoying this story a lot more than I originally thought when I first posted it. Which is amazing thank you for all the love and support! New stuff is also in the works, thanks again for reading and enjoying! Stay safe guys! 🥰✨
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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years
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Hello my beloved! ( Can I call you that? And people it's platonic!) I have an idea and this is for pogtopia wilbur and ghostbur! Can you do a reader who loves painting and one morning they find a picture of them with a note about the reader confessing to then but they didn't do it in person because they were really nervous? Thank you!
And please take as much time as you want also could it be a long story? Thank you!
- Your beloved Moosh 🥺
Moosh, darling! Hello! Yes, you have my full permission to call me that, thank you for asking! This is the third time I've written this story because Tumblr just really enjoys screwing me over...
Also. You never clarified whether you wanted fluff or angst, but it's Pogtopia Wilby so I kinda just went with angst? If you want a happy end to this, I'll rewrite this no problem! But it won't be as long because... Well, you'll see. Also also, I didn't exactly know where to throw the Ghosty Bur in, so... Yeaaaah? He's at the end tho!
THE FIRST PART IS LIKE NEW NEW POGTOPIA WILBUR
TW: (Sorry it didn't save the first time) C!Schlatt, bruising, threatened hanging, self doubt
Perfect Picture of Imperfection (Pogtopia!C!Wilbur x GN!Painter!Reader)
Maybe you painted Schlatt's horns the wrong colour? Or his jawline was off? He was furious when you finally showed him your art piece... It was the best you could do with the few hours you were given! Paint physically couldn’t dry as fast as Schlatt wanted it to you… He didn’t seem to care when he threw the wooden frame of the torn canvas at you, giving you a dark bruise right above your eye, or when he started yelling at you and threatening to burn your art studio down to the ground.
Or even when he grabbed you and suggested to Quackity to hang you at the gallows for insulting the emperor of Manberg.
The man you had once been friends with grinned widely and nodded happily, “Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” He said, without a single care that you were a living human being, only giving a cheer as he picked you up so your feet were dangling on the ground, leaving you silent in terror. Tubbo only averted his gaze.
“Aww… You’re like a little fawn, caught in the torchlight of a traveller.” The ram hybrid smiled in a sickly sweet manner, causing the colour to drain from your face, “Come now, darling, I’m not a monster… You’re the only one of Wilbur’s sweet little subjects that he hasn’t gotten back, and here I thought you were his favourite… Or maybe he left you here to act as a sacrifice so they could all be off doing their own thing... Guess he prefers Niki over you…” He whispered as he dropped you, chuckling softly as you scurried out of the building as you quite literally ran for your life.
You called Wilbur when you were safely hidden in your house, gasps and sobs leaving your mouth quicker than tears could pool out of your eyes…
“(Y/n)... You can’t be calling me when-”
“Wil…?” You whispered into the communicator, your voice shaking enough to shut him up immediately, “He… He’s going to…” Hiccuping meekly, you curled in tighter on yourself as you heard Schlatt’s loud and pompous voice come over the speaker system he had hung up all around the once beautiful country, “I think I’m going to die here…”
The dead silence that followed through the line was sickening…
“Is it true…?” You couldn’t help but find yourself wondering aloud, “Is that why I’m the only one left here? Am I a sacrifice so you can live happily elsewhere? ...Is that why you haven’t come to get me?”
“(Y/n), I want you to never utter those words again.” His voice was dark and steely as there was a bit of crashing around that came from the other side as well as faint mumbles which were clearly from Tommy judging by all the swearing, “You are not a sacrifice. Now... Get your Enderchest and Inventory packed up, I’m coming to get you tonight, and then I’ll explain in person…”
The line cut off and you slowly lowered the communicator down from beside your ear. Your heart was sinking one minute, but soaring the next… A terrible feeling really. You were saved! But… He could get caught trying to come to get you… You couldn’t let that happen for sure. With a heavy sigh, you rubbed your eyes free of tears before standing up and beginning to shove any necessary equipment into your Enderchest, including your finished painting of Wilbur that you were going to give to him when he won the election… And finally, confess your feelings…
When midnight hit and the lights of the city finally died down, you climbed up onto your roof and looked around for the president, fear and paranoia flooding through your veins as your mind went wild. What if he got caught? What if he was trying to give you false hope? What if. What if. What if. These sort of questions buzzed around in your mind for an hour as you waited for your saviour to arrive…
Finally, when enough became enough and you decided he wasn’t coming, you stopped pacing and slowly sat down on the roof as the tears began to start again. You could practically hear Schlatt chiding you in the back of your mind, telling you that you were a fool for holding out hope.
“(Y/n)!” A low hiss came from beside you and a hand touched your shoulder. You certainly would’ve screamed bloody murder if another hand hadn’t quickly wrapped around your mouth, “Sh, sh, sh, it’s me… It’s Wilbur.” The voice soothed softly as the hand left your mouth, quickly allowing you to turn your head.
It didn’t feel real… Seeing him after so long… And in an outfit other than his uniform. “Wil...bur?” You repeated, staring at him for a while before giving him a soft smile filled with relief, “You really came…”
“Of course I did!” He almost seemed offended for a moment before his eyes softened as he realized what Schlatt must’ve drilled into your head. Wilbur easily caught you as you flung your self at him, quickly wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your (h/l) (h/c) hair, “I missed my artiste…” He whispered, donning a temporary french accent for the word ‘artist’.
Holding back a sob, you quickly grabbed his extended hand and followed him as he jumped off your roof, safely landing in a bed of hay that you used to feed your old farm animals that Schlatt confiscated before following him out of this damned country.
After that, things seemed to change between you and Wilbur. He always seemed to be at your side, choosing to personally train you rather than letting Techno train you with everyone else, or even running over ideas on how to expand Pogtopia with you rather than with Tommy. His touches always lingered longer or he somehow wound up leaning closer to you than originally necessary, but you never caught yourself complaining. He would watch you paint beautiful designs along the armour he had gifted you, knowing full well it would chip off and was heavily unnecessary, but he only smiled and let you continue doing it as long as it didn’t interfere with enchantments.
Each day with Wilbur became better and better, but your heart physically couldn’t take it any longer, you had to tell him that you felt this way for him… The way that you had to fight back the reddening of your cheeks when his chest pressed against your back as he adjusted your stance in training, or the way you had to struggle to regulate your breathing every time he complimented you on how far you had come…
He was going to be the death of you…
Your already calloused hands were bruised and blistered, but somehow, you were still able to hold a quill, pinched in between the fingers of your dominant hand. Wilbur had come to your Pogtopia home this morning, but upon realizing that he had knocked you to the ground a little too hard yesterday as you were incredibly stiff and sore, he let you have the day off of training.
This was at least a little chance… You had torn a page from your notebook and sat down at your handmade desk with a bitter sigh. Trust me, you wanted to tell him in person, but you were just too scared… Plus, maybe you could play it off as someone pulling a prank on him if it went south.
Biting your lip, your fingers treated the quill as a brush, delicately running the ink dipped tip over the top of the paper, letting your heart control what words you wanted the ink to form.
Wilbur,
You don't realize how much you mean to me. Although we've been friends for only a year, I feel as though I've known you my entire life. My connection to you is already so deep, and my love for you is already so strong that I can't remember what my life was like before we met. Even more, I can't imagine my life without you now. I can't imagine the future without you, either.
You have saved my life several times already. You have even saved me from myself several times, too! I am so thankful for your guidance and care. Whenever I'm having a bad day, I know that I can just give you a call. I know I can depend on you and, with your help, everything will turn out well.
I want you to know how I really feel. It's time for you to know that I'm ready to admit how much I care for you, how much you mean to me. I know, this isn’t the best timing in our lives, but I trust it will get better through your leadership. I love you, Wilbur.
Please, don't ever forget how much I love you.
Love, (Y/n) (L/n)
Sighing, you put the quill into the inkpot and put your head in your bandaged hands. ‘This is going to work. It will work. Go on. Have faith in yourself, as Wil said…’ You took a few deep breaths and stood up, picking up the letter once it was dry and reading it over as many times as you physically could before your mind couldn’t handle it any longer.
Walking to the door, you cracked it open to search for any sign of your president, sighing again as you realized he was likely out helping gather resources. “Is… This enough?” You mumbled sadly as you stared down at the simple letter before looking at your Enderchest in thought. Surely you could give him a few emeralds or some gold… Yeah! That’s what you’d do! Smiling in victory, you quickly wandered over to the chest and opened it, digging through it for a few moments.
It was sort of empty…
You groaned as you remembered that you haven’t really been one of the miners or forgers for Pogtopia. Instead, you were one of the warriors, focused on protecting others instead of gathering supplies.
Going to shut the chest, you suddenly paused as you saw something colourful resting at the bottom. Pushing aside your old L’Manberg uniform, you gasped as you found your old painting of Wilbur from a few months ago. It was old, yes, and a little dusty but you were still proud of it even now! Perfect.
Pulling out the painting, you began to lightly brush the dust off of the picture, smiling at the splashes of paint and colour forming a picture. It was your magnum opus.
It was a painting of Wilbur holding up a massive L’Manberg flag against the sunlight with a wide smile and hope in his eyes… This was the day that L’Manberg won independence from DreamSMP…
Standing up again, you quickly hurried out the door and walked to Wilbur’s room, silently creaking open the door and looking around, even though you were well aware that he was gone for the day. You walked over to his desk and gently setting the painting down on top of the countless sheets of work, making sure not to mix up any of the papers, then putting your letter on top where he could see it before hurrying out before you could change your mind.
Thankfully you got out when you did because, by the time you pulled an already baked potato out of the furnace, Wilbur came down the stone stairs, looking extremely exhausted, “(Y/n), my artiste…” He murmured with a smile, “I’m glad to see you’re still up and going… I was worried we would have to make you a healing pot.”
“It’s not too bad… It’s mostly just my hands that hurt.” You chuckled and held up your shaking bandaged hands, “You want me to cook you up some potatoes and carrots? Or I could maybe try and get some steak cooked up before you go to work?”
Wilbur tried to smile a bit, deciding not to question why your hands were shaking so badly, taking everything out of his inventory and placing them in their designated chests. “No, no… It’s alright. I’m going to go get ready for Tubbo’s report… I’ll see you later tonight, okay?”
You gave him a small wave before Wilbur disappeared into his office. Taking a sharp intake of breath, you quickly followed after him and peeked through the tiny crack in the door where he didn’t close it all the way. He stood in his room silently for a moment before throwing his hat off at a wall, screaming into hands, muffling it heavily to the point where you wouldn’t have heard it if you were still near the furnaces. Wilbur threw off his jacket before plopping himself into his chair with his head in his hands for a few moments, then lifting it to stare at the painting that you had placed.
He was still for a long time, then he slowly picked up the note, his eyes softened slightly before his face broke out into a wide and genuinely happy smile before his mouth twitched and the smile began to fall, tears bubbling into his chocolate coloured eyes. Wilbur held the note up to his chest and slouched back against his chair, sobbing into his hand, whispering ‘I’m so sorry’ repeatedly.
Frowning, you realized that he physically couldn’t return your love because of the stress of caring for Pogtopia and trying to win back L’Manberg. With a sad smile, you stood up and walked to your room, putting your head down as you saw water droplets hit the stone below you, “It wasn’t a no…” You tried to tell yourself, ignoring the tears running from your eyes as you shut the door, sliding down to your knees.
The next few weeks after that were hell, the complete opposite of the Utopia that you were blinded by for the past month. Wilbur asked Techno to pick up your training, and he never even spoke to you about it again… It was the Piglin hybrid that awkwardly told you. During dinner, Wilbur would practically eat as little as possible as he ignored you, trying to make any situation where he would be in the same room as you as short as possible.
“Wil-...” You reached out to the president but watched as he only gave you the saddest gaze before walking past you as if he never saw you. But he would have no problems talking to Niki, or anyone else! It wasn’t fair!
Time ticked by in a haze of fog and you quickly watched the man you had once fallen in love with becoming a complete shadow of his former self… It was sickening… He… Lost it… His mind was becoming twisted… And all you could do was watch in horror…
You knew something was wrong when he crept away from the festival and the celebration… But you just decided that he was going to take a break from the excitement. He was quite old after all…
Then the ground shook with booming roars as TNT blew craters into the earth, sending debris scattering and people screaming, scattering for their lives. Gasps of terror escaped your lips as you realized the cause of it all… You hopped over gunpowder scented broken stone and batted the smoke away as you saw the final picture to paint the last stroke of horror in your heart.
There was a blond man with massive avian wings holding a diamond sword glimmering with enchantments as the brunet clung to his clothing, slowly sinking to his knees. With a sob of despair, you watched the man you once loved so dearly, get stabbed through the chest by his own father.
“WILBUR!” You shrieked, your ears ringing from the blast as you sunk to your knees, sobs racking your frame violently. Wilbur’s head lazily rolled to look in your direction…
And in his last dying breath… He smiled…
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“That painting…” A light airy whisper echoed through the darkened stone halls of your home, “It’s familiar… Yet so foreign...”
You gave a hum as you hung your netherite armour on your stand before turning to stare at the spectral figure floating in your doorway, “Which painting, Ghostbur? There’s many… You have to elaborate.”
“Right! Because you’re an artiste!” The transparent male chirped happily, not seeming to notice your flinch, “I mean the one hanging above the fireplace, of Alivebur.”
“Right…” You nodded, following behind the eager sweater-wearing ghost down the eerie hallways and into the office, "I'm going to take it down... I think it's doing more harm than good..."
Ghostbur didn't seem to understand your reasoning, but he didn't say much, knowing that Alivebur hurt many people... But he didn't think he hurt you, "It's pretty though... But your art style has changed, in a good way though!" He smiled softly as you opened the large dark oak double doors.
You walked past your grand dark oak desk to stare at your former magnum opus, dangling above the unlit fireplace. "Hey, Bur, if you have a flint and steel, could you light the fire please?" You glanced over and watched him nod as he dug through his pockets. In the meantime, you climbed up onto the mantle and began to struggle to pull the canvas off the wall. With a bit of hassle, you managed to pull it down and toss it onto the ground before climbing down, just in time for your ghost friend to light the fire.
"Don't damage it, (N/n)! It's still really good!" Ghostbur scolded you with a pout once you hopped down and picked the canvas up, "And you used to be proud of it!"
"I'm not, don't fret too m-" You paused mid-sentence as you saw a letter tucked into the bottom corner of the back of the painting. Frowning in confusion, you slowly picked it up and turned it over into your hand, only to discover that it was addressed to you in fancy cursive, sealed with a light red and white wax seal, "What's this?"
He looked over at you and tilted his head, seeming almost as genuinely confused as you were. Ghostbur shrugged as you propped the painting up against the wall before sitting at your desk, using your letter opener for its purpose, "Love letter, perhaps?"
"I doubt it..." You mumbled softly as you carefully unfolded the paper, recognizing that it was probably a few years old, "Let's see... Who wrote this..." You hummed before beginning to read.
My darling artiste... I'm sure by the time you read this, I'm either dead or... Well, most likely dead, if all goes to plan...
I am writing this letter to you to let you know that life without you is not the same. Life without you is very sad and lonely. I have realised that it was you who keep me alive and cheerful.
I thought I would get used to your absence from my life, but every day has been harder when I think of all the good times we spent together.
There are so many things which I want to confess. It's killing me because I don't want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you.
And I'm not able to tell you I'm in love with you.
What an idiot I am.
And for the past few days, I've been trying to figure out, why there aren't some words to describe it. I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn't a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe my love for you.
But I need that word. I need it because I want you to hear me say “I love You". I want to make the sweetest gestures in front of you which make you feel even more loved.
Trust me... I know... I act like an absolute ass towards you. I'm so scared of your life being in more danger than it was... I really did love you, and still do, but I didn't want it to hurt you more when I blow up L'Manberg...
Darling, I could have simply called you on your communicator and took you out on a surprise date but I couldn't have expressed my feelings. You have become an integral part of me. I want to give you all my love throughout my life.
The painting you made me is beautiful and I will cherish it for as long as I'm alive... It's a perfect picture of imperfection...
I Love You, (Y/n), even if by now you'll never love me back.
- Wilbur Soot
"That... That idiot..." You whispered, holding your head in your hands in an attempt to hide the tears from Ghostbur, "He planned blowing up L'Manberg from the beginning... That's why he refused to acknowledge me after I... He wanted me to hate him..."
Ghostbur held a bit of blue in his hands tightly, avoiding your gaze as you murmured to yourself, "Yeah... Most of my happiest memories involve you... That's why I couldn't understand when you said Aliverbur hated you..." He glanced away again as he saw you look at him.
"(Y/n)... Are you ever going to move out of Pogtopia?"
"Probably not for a long time, Ghostbur."
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weirdmarioenemies · 3 years
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Rating all the Catified enemies in Bowser’s Fury!
With the release of Super Mario 3D World on Switch, we got a fantastic little game! Bowser’s Fury! It’s like a sequel to Mario Sunshine with 3D World mechanics, it’s a delight! it has the mod Sockop seal of approval! But that’s not why I’m here today, I’m here because this game gave us Cat versions of 3D world enemies! Complete with fur, tails and little cat ears! In this post, I’ll be rating these catified designs, as an excuse to show them all to you dear reader!
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Name: Cat Biddybud
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
Starting off strong, Biddybuds are some of my fave Mario creatures, and this look fits them well, the paws and tail look natural on their spherical body! And the fur looks like a fine velvet!
9/10  Would pet.
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Name: Cat Blockstepper
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
Blocksteppers are also already perfect, with their funny hats and their trumpet mouths. However, this cat form doesn’t give them fur, or paws or a tail at all! just some cat ears! Which I’m not even sure are part of their actual body! They could just be glued onto their hats, I hope it’s actually part of their bodies and they made little holes on the hats so they can poke them out.
4/10  Blocksteppers seem to have arrived too late at the Catification center, they only had spare cat ears left.
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Name: Cat Bob-omb
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
Another one that got the short end of the stick! No fur, no paws, not even a tail! Just cat ears! Both Blocksteppers and Bob-ombs walk thanks to their wind-up keys, so perhaps they only get cat ears because these are not organic creatures! It still seems a bit unfair on the guys, just because they’re automated doesn’t mean they don’t deserve some fuzzy fur!
4/10  You deserve so much more Bob-omb.
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Name: Cat Boomerang/Fire/Hammer Bros.
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
The ears don’t look bad at all! But it’s still a very lazy catification, sure, they get fur but it’s so short it might as well not be there.
2/10
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Name: Cat Bullet Bill
Debut: Super Mario 3D World
This one’s an interesting case! They’re the only cat enemy not exclusive to Bowser’s Fury, as they appeared in the base 3D World game. Like Bob-ombs and Blocksteppers, they don’t get any fur, so this supports the inorganic creature hypothesis. However these guys DID get a tail! And they look so much better because of it! Why didn’t they give tails to Bob-ombs and Blocksteppers! I demand justice.
6/10  The tail almost makes up for the lack of fur.
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Name: Cat Bully
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
Now THIS is a catification! Extremely long and luscious fur, you can TELL he grooms himself regularly! Cat Bullies also get a tail, ears, and paws, which fit in very well with their rotund body, as a matter of fact, their iconic horns got completely replaced by the cat ears! Which is a very bold move, but one I support wholeheartedly! Now, does this confirm Bullies are organic creatures? Even though they are clearly made of metal in their base forms? Perhaps the metal is an exoskeleton of sorts, as mod Chikako suggested, whatever the case, I’m glad they got the full fur treatment!
9/10 Fantastic ball of fur.
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Name: Cat Cheep Cheep
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
This is a fishy, with fur and cat ears, not very hydrodynamic, fishies are bullet shaped for a reason, but this is ok because they at least look cute!
7/10 Pretty standard catification but it works well!
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Name: Cat Coin Coffer
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
Ouggoough.... Coin Coffer my beloved.... I wanna pet him so badly now... I guess sticking cat ears and fur on an orbular character just works!! And look at those paws! This is a novelty coin purse if I’ve ever seen one!
8/10
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Name: Cat Conkdor
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
Well, this is certainly something, I adore Conkdor, another mario creature very dear to my heart. Not sure I love this catification though, the tail looks good but the cat ears look very awkward, and it’s very unsettling to see a bird with fur instead of feathers. But don’t worry Conkdor you still look great, it’s just not your style y’know?
3/10
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Name: Cat Flopter
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
I really like Flopters! they have a Bee-like body with Dragonfly-like goggles, and they fly like a helicopter! Very charming little dudes often forgotten.
The cat ears complement the goggles extremely well! They looked a bit too bald in their base forms. And I bet those paws make landing easier! Good for them.
8/10   Award winner for best use of Cat ears.
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Name: Cat Fuzzler
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
Fuzzlers are already a delight, there’s not a lot you can do to improve perfection, and I guess the devs took that personally because this is a very light catification, I guess they couldn’t give them fur since they’re supposed to look spiky and not soft, but I still wish they did. They do have tails but they’re oddly short, more like a nub, they deserve longer tails! They’d look so good while rolling!
5/10  They don’t deserve a vestigial tail.
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Name: Cat Fuzzy
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
Very lazy catification, their oily shinyness doesn’t play well with the cat ears and tail. I’m sorry little one...
2/10
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Name: Cat Goomba (Brown)
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
You might be wondering why I put their color in parenthesis, well, this is not the first Cat Goomba we got, 3D World has an orange Cat Goomba that actually pounces like a cat. The implication seems to be that the orange one is a Goomba that used a Super Bell, while this brown one is just a Goomba that got Catified by whatever catification forces are present in Lake Lapcat. Back to the rating, I love their little white/brown color scheme! Fits them very well, and they get little whisker-like stripes too!
9/10  Good Kittycat.
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Name: Cat Koopa Troopa
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
I really dislike this one, why are the cat ears on their cheeks? That looks like it would hurt? I don’t like looking at Cat Koopa for a long time, I think it would’ve been cuter if they put the cat ears on the shell! Maybe it wouldn’t make sense but it would certainly look nicer.
1/10  I can’t give out a 0 because look at that blessed smile...
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Name: Cat Magikoopa
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
The ears look very odd, like they’re clipping out of the robe. Very lazy catification. Almost unnoticeable.
2/10
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Name: Cat Piranha Plant/Creeper
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
I love these ones they look SO silly, just stick some ears on their orb heads and you got a great kittycat! The fur also doesn’t look unnatural, there are fuzzy plants in real life!
8/10  Would pet carefully.
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Name: Cat Rammerhead
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
I also like this one quite a bit! The ears fit well with their already ridiculous head, they just look like rounder spikes! It’s like they were meant to have ears! The lavender fur looks very nice. The tail also looks very cute, completely replacing their caudal fin, how do you seem with that buddy?
8/10  Very wet kitty.
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Name: Cat Skipsqueak
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
WOW!!! This one is basically perfect! This is the ONLY catification to change the colors of the base creature! And for the better! They’re now a very vivid electric blue instead of the dull light blue of their non-cat selves. This one’s also the only mammal enemy, so their cat features look completely natural and fitting!
10/10  Very cute fat catmouse.
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Name: Cat Snow Pokey
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
Yeah this one’s arguably the laziest catification, their ears are barely visible too, but they still look cute and not unsettling! So I really can’t complain too much.
4/10
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Name: Cat Spike
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
Spike always has such an expression of pure existential dread I can’t tear my eyes away from it... It looks like he’s not handling the catification too well... He probably feels very weird being suddenly covered in fur. They did get a cute little patch of white fur on their belly, which I think is an improvement to the design!
7/10  Hope you’re ok there buddy.
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Name: Cat Splounder
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
YESSSSSSSS I LOVE SPLOUNDERS SO MUCH!!!! When I found out they got in the game I was SO happy, this catification is top notch as well! The cat ears fit in like they always belonged! And the salmon-colored fur is one heck of a look! They also got a long tail which hangs peacefully underwater, making them look like a cute comma!
10/10 Cat Splounder my beloved...
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Name: Cat Stingby
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
As we already know, putting a tail and cat ears on a sphere looks really good! So this guy is a winner by default! I think the paws are slightly unsettling since they’re just hanging there... Never to be used. But it’s ok, I’m sure they don’t get in the way too much.
9/10 Fuzzy bees are always a win.
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Name: Cat Seagull
Debut: Bowser’s Fury
To finish off this post! The most important introduction to the Mario universe by far! Cat Seagull!
This is positively delightful, they look so silly and mindless. They’re just vibing and I respect them so much for that. They probably don’t even know they have cat ears, but that doesn’t matter. Only thing that matters is existing and these guys are killing it at that!
10/10 I wanna live like you.
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skellebonez · 3 years
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Because I'm sure this is going to be inevitable, how about some angst for the Chaos Trio (Mei, Jin and Yin)? With 61 and 52
Oh I have been looking forward to Chaos Trio angst since you sent me this, anon. Despite how they act in show... I think Jin and Yin are not exactly harmless. Especially if you mess with people they start to consider family.
The Cursed AU and the Chaos Trio in it come from @winterpower98!
Warning: blood and head injuries, enemy demons limbs (not detailed).
That is not a good hiding spot./I am a really bad actor.
Things had been going pretty well, all things considered. Jin and Yin had no problem getting Mei to join them in a little bit of... let's say "competitive insurance" as it were. They had to make sure they were secured in their own little tech related ventures, and after some financial setbacks they needed extra fallback. They’d planned the whole thing out with her help, more than 2 steps and everything! She was good at that.
The problem was that someone got a lucky hit.
They would have made it out with no problems, if they all hadn't decided going on Mei's motorcycle as a group (which, now that Yin thought about it, was probably incredibly dangerous and illegal with 3 of them on it... not that they cared about legality for themselves but somehow when it came to Mei that suddenly made them concerned). But nope. 1 bike. 3 people.
One lucky shot to the rear tire.
The three of them went flying, Mei landing very impressively on her feet whole Jin and Yin bounced on a bush and thanked anyone listening that demons were sturdier than humans. They didn't thank anyone for the pieces of bike that came flying at them all, and they were certain that they heard a piece make contact with something hard, maybe the nearby light pole, but couldn't be sure.
By the time they looked up they just knew they had a group of very angry demons that were pissed they stole and then wiped their code for... something, didn't matter to the twins what it was. They just wanted their competition out of the way. For solely selfish reasons. Nothing else. Not like they wanted it to see what it was and maybe figure out a counter attack so that certain overpowered people with monkey motifs would have an easier time in the future.
Not a chance.
As they fought off the attacking demons they insisted to themselves they didn't care that much.
"That is not a good hiding spot!" Jin yelled across the battlefield as Yin ducked behind crates. "Just chuck it for now and beat em with the blunt end of something else!"
"Just give me 2 seconds, I can fix it!" Yin yelled back, trying his best to reassemble a part of his sword hilt that had broken off.
"Come on, these guys ain't so tough!" Mei laughed out, easily dodging projectiles and backsliding and slicing and dicing as she went. No one was actually killed, but they were lucky because the only reason for that was the young woman wasn't exactly out for blood. They'd be feeling every single hit well into morning though! She was doing much better than the two of them. "Grab a pipe or something! Wish I had MK's magic building power though, I'd rather not be here all-YIN!"
The younger twin looked up from where he had been crouched, eyes widening as he saw the form of a much larger demon hulking over him and ready to batter him with a club.
Things had been going well. All things considered. Then someone got a second lucky hit.
Right as Mei dove in to push the younger silver twin out of the way.
For a second the fighting stopped. There was just the sound of wood hitting hard plastic and fiberglass as the club was sliced in half by her sword and the lopped off half continued it's trajectory and slammed into Mei's head to lead to her crumbling on top of Yin. Jin stood on too of a pile of crates, watching as a line of red seeped through a crack in her visor and stained the white of her suit.
And then his entire vision was red as he lunged at the demon and sliced, sending his arm flying in the opposite direction.
The demon screamed, holding the stump that was his arm from the elbow down, backing away as quickly as he could. "W-what the hell!?"
"Mei," Yin said softly, carefully clicking the emergency release button to make her helmet digitize away. Her eyes were closed, blood dripping from a slice running along her scalp... but as far as he could tell it was from part of the helmet being cracked and cutting her. She was most likely knocked out from the impact, breathing odd but steady in her unconscious state. "You... we're going to get you to the hospital."
His tone hardened as he carefully laid her on the ground, standing tall as he grabbed his broken weapon and a nearby piece of broken steel.
"You. Are going. To pay for that," Yin said coldly, stance no longer lose and half playful as it had been the whole battle. His stood tall, eyes wide and cold and the demons surrounding them felt a chill run down their spines.
Jin stood in front of him, blood from the other demon splattered across his face and chest in a stark contrast to his orange visage.
This... this wasn't the pair of Gold and Silver Demons they had heard about before. They were known for not taking almost anything seriously, making bad deals and pacts and weird blood oaths they wasted on bizarre favors. They were known for being good at tach but not much else, most demons in the area knew vaguely of their history with the Monkey King but even that ended in failure. Their plans were half baked, goofy, and lately they'd heard they'd gotten roped in with the Monkey King's successor and renewed flame of the Six-Eared Macaque.
The two standing before them did not look like the demons they'd heard about.
Mei hadn't wanted to seriously hurt anyone. The demons heard her yelling as much on the battlefield. But now Mei was hurt.
And the twins did.
It happened fast. They wanted to get it over with quickly. Mei had also not wanted to kill anyone at the very least the twins could do was keep up their promise from earlier in the day to avoid that. And they did.
That didn't mean there weren't lost limbs. Hands and arms. A leg or two. More than a couple eyes were lost. Someone lost an ear. Another a tail and horn.
Injuries they could recover from meant as warnings.
All it took was 3 minutes and the entire storage area they crashed in was a mix of grey and brown and red. Demons holding their injuries or running off.
The one who had attacked Yin and hurt Mei stood in awe and fear, looking down at the smaller twins who has decimated an entire group so fast.
"I-how!?" He yelled, backing up slowly. "This isn't possible, you're not this strong!"
"Who told you that?" Yin asked slowly, tilting his head and watching as the demon realized... he'd never heard they couldn't fight. "We don't fight like this because we don't want to. Never meant we can't."
"Why?"
"We are really bad actors," Jin said, wiping the blood off his weapon on an unconscious demon's shirt. "Why bother trying to hold back when we can just hide it by not trying?" He turned to the demon, glowering coldly as he watched his brother pick Mei up carefully. "Tell anyone who asks nothing. We'd like to keep it that way. Unless you want a round two where someone else doesn't hold us back."
And then they were gone.
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"What in the actual hell happened?" Macaque asked in an even tone. Practiced even. A dangerous even.
"Well-" "You see boss-" "we kinda-" "-there was-"
Jin and Yin tried to think of a reasonable excuse, faltering as everything they thought of sounded worse and worse in their heads.
The two sat in Mei's hospital room, towels draped around their shoulders. They’d been smart enough to stash Mei's bike somewhere safe and wash off in the ocean before coming to the hospital, less covered in demon blood meant less scared humans when they rushed in with Mei in tow, and it was easy to make the nurses believe them.
Simple bike accident, friend hurt, help please.
With Macaque staring them down with his patented death glower, shadows growing and warping around the room in response to him, it was infinitely harder.
Of course Mei's emergency contact was MK. Of course MK could call Macaque before her parents (who were apparently on their way back from some kind of dragon family business trip when they learned). Of course Macaque would show up almost immediately and begin asking questions.
"It was my fault," Mei chimed in, voice slightly off from having awoken with a nasty concussion. "I thought it'd be fun to go on a joy ride late at night, I've done it before without issues! But, uh... I've never had two passengers before... and we hit something. Don't be mad at them?"
Macaque looked like he believed Mei as much as he believed Tang would lose interest in the Monkey King and switch his field of study to obscure methods of basket weaving. Which is to say: he didn’t. But he sighed, giving Mei a small smile as the shadows returned to normal.
"Ok," he said softly, tone much more gentle with the dragon descendant as he reached out to brush loose hair out of her face. "I won't be mad at them. I'll be very disappointed-" his tone hardened for a second at those words as he turned to the twins with a glower again. "-but I won't be mad. Do you need anything?"
"Maybe a candy bar from the vending machines outside?" Mei asked with a smile.
"Sure," Macaque laughed and shook his head, moving to the corner of the room. "I'll be right back."
He sunk into the shadows, a cool trick that the twins would always be impressed by, and they breathed a sigh of relief at knowing they were alone. For now.
"You didn't have to do that," Jin said, frowning at Mei in concern. Maybe it was just because he was now the eldest in the room, but some kind of protective feel pulled at him.
"I know," Mei said with a tired laugh, laying back into her pillow. "But you guys are like... my bros. I gotta stand up for my bros."
And that made both Jin and Yin pause. They looked at each other, eyes widening as they both came to a realization that was probably a very long time coming at that point.
"Yeah..." Yin said, a soft smile forming on his face. "We'd do the same for you... you know, if you didn't take that hit for me you probably would have kicked everyone's ass way better than us! We barely got out by the skin of our teeth!" A full truth and a blatant lie, but he hoped Mei wouldn't pick up on that second part.
"You know it, boi!" She didn't.
It was odd for him in particular. Yin had never really thought of himself as an older brother before.
First time for everything.
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Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu and (Fem!Dragon)Reader [non-romantic], Bela Dimitrescu x (Fem!Dragon)Reader
Summary: Your name is Y/n Dracul; The only ‘mutant’ that doesn’t have the Cadou Parasite. You already have some sort of power that impressed Mother Miranda; you were the first known Human-Dragon Hybrid. Although you have your own house, “House Dracul”. Your ‘house’ itself is basically another unused wing of Castle Dimitrescu.
Warnings: None?
A/N: So like- Y/n’s dragon form is different from Alcina’s. Y/n Dracul is based on the Dragon Slayers from an anime titled: Fairy Tail. Y/n’s relationship with Alcina is that similar to like close work colleagues. Aside form Donna and Mother Miranda, Alcina respects Y/n a lot. Fun Fact: “Dracul” is Romanian for Dragon or Devil!
This is before Ethan Winters enters the Five Lords’ domains
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You were unwanted as a very young child; Born with blooming dragon scales along your arms, sprouting dragon horns small fang-like canines, wings and a sprouting tail. You were nicknamed: The Devil’s Dragon.
Once your Dragon form finally took full form by your teenage years, you were ‘sacrificed’ to Mother Miranda however, seeing these Dragon-like features, believed you deserved a chance in her domain, so she raises you. She gives you the surname; Dracul. You always questioned how you got the dragon-like characteristics and power. 
“You were always like that y/n,” Alcina seats herself next to you
“Yeah but- I came from the village right? So I must’ve been human at one point,” You sigh, leaning onto her arm
Even though no one else knew how either, you only leave it as; ‘I got lucky.’
“I hereby give you the Fifth House; House Dracul,” Mother Miranda ‘knights’ you, “Today, we mark history as Y/n Dracul, becomes the first Lord without the Cadou Parasite. She already holds a remarkable form of power.”
You’re kneeled down in front of her. Once you look up; your gold dragon eyes spark like fire.
“Dimitrescu,” Mother Miranda calls for her daughter
“Mother Miranda?” Dimitrescu answers 
“You shall give Dracul and unused wing of your castle,” She says, “You are also responsible for Y/n Dracul.”
“Mother Miranda-” Alcina tries to object
“Is that a problem Dimitrescu?” She asks, beginning to unfold her wings
“No, Mother Miranda,” Alcina sighs
After the Lords’ meeting you follow Alcina to the castle and sure enough you would be able to make do with whichever wing she gives you. 
“Y/n Dracul there are three girls I would like to introduce to you,” Alcina says
You follow her into the main hall. There; you meet eyes with three women. A Blonde, A Brunette and a Redhead.
“Daughters, I would like to introduce our newest addition to House Dimitrescu,” Alcina starts, “Your Fifth Lord, Y/n Dracul.”
You bow shallow and as soon as you look up, all three daughters were staring in awe at you.
“Is that a dragon?” The Redhead asks
“Partly Dragon,” You correct
“Daniela, where are your manners?” The blonde one asked, “We are in the prescence of a Lord! I’m Bela my lady.”
“Cassandra,” The Brunette introduces herself
“You know my name,” Daniela sighs, “Thank you Bela.”
“My Ladies, please,” You sigh, slightly overwhelmed, “No need for formalities.”
The ease themselves and you make eye contact with Bela. You didn’t know what happened but you felt something when she looked back at you.
“Y/n,” Alcina smacks the back of your head
You snap out of your gaze at Bela and turn to Alcina. You rub the back of your head to ease the slight pain from Alcina’s hand.
“Cassandra, show y/n her wing of the castle,” Alcina requests gently
“Which part mother?” She asks
“Whichever wing we barely use,” Alcina sighs, “The-The clocktower.”
You have a clocktower?...
Cassandra taps your shoulder as she motions for you to follow her up the staircase. You look down and make eye contact with Bela once more. She slightly smiles as you and gives you a small wave.
“Thank you, Lady Cassandra,” You say as you gaze up at the interior of the clock tower
“You’re very much welcome my lord,” She bows
“Lady Cassandra, you may call me Y/n,” You smile weakly, “I told you, no need for formalities.”
Cassandra nods as she makes her leave. As you gaze up once more at the clocktower, you squat down as your wings begin rising into the air. You make a powerful jump and begin flying up to the top of the clocktower.
I’m so happy I have wings for this one...
You fly around the castle, gazing happily at the exterior. You didn’t know how long you were flying for until you notice the sun beginning to set. You land on the ledge of the clocktower however when you look over you notice a figure setting up something across from you.
“Lady... Bela?” You call out
She turns her head over to you and smiles, ”Lord Dracul.”
She bows and hands you a blanket. You smile and take the blanket she had given you.
“You set all of this up? For me?” You ask, “Lady Bela you didn’t need to.”
“It was one way mother would allow me to see our Fifth Lord,” She slightly smiles, “Didn’t think she’d be part human and part Dragon. Kind of hot if you tell me.”
You awkwardly smile while feeling your cheeks heat up. Bela smiles as she pinches your cheeks.
“You’re a cute dragon,” She smiles
She turns her back to you. So you take the opportunity to strip off your shirt to change into a sleep shirt. 
Bela’s POV When Bela turns back towards you, your back was turned to her. However, She takes notice of the red dragon scales that are running along the sides of your body up to your neck.
Oh god she’s hot... And her scales glisten rainbow under the moonlight... God it’s so pretty...
Y/N’s POV When you turn back around, flinging your wings out from the vertical cuts in your shirt, you notice Bela staring.
“Something caught your eye?” You ask, smiling slightly
“I like how your scales glisten rainbow,” She says
“Oh, it does that?” You ask, holding out your arm to the moonlight
Sure enough, it had.
“You’re pretty observant Lady Bela,” You smile
She’s cute... But... She’s Lady Dimitrescu’s daughter... And I’m a lord... The two titles aren’t mutually exclusive...
Somehow, the both of you made it work around living in Castle Dimitrescu and being in a secret relationship. Even Bela hadn’t told her sisters of her relationship with you yet because she didn’t want them judging the both of you and you didn’t want Alcina going at your throat for being with her daughter and being a lord. 
“Y/n, may I have a word with you?” Alcina asks as she walks into the clocktower, finding you flying about
“Of course my lady,” You say, landing in front of her, “What is it?”
“I see ow my daughter Bela sneaks around the castle, do you have any idea why?” She asks you, taking a swig of her cigarette
You stand there, slightly frozen. Had Alcina began suspecting of your relationship with her? Had you somehow slipped up? Had Bela accidentally ran her mouth while she was in the castle?
“Y/n?” Alcina calls 
“Sorry, um- no, I don’t know why My Lady,” You lie
“Don’t lie to me young one,” She says
“I’m not My Lady,” you try to hide
She leans over you, observing you closely. You were never great at hiding lies from Alcina. However, she stops looming over you and recomposes herself. 
“Alright then, if you won’t tell me then I’m sure Bela will,” Alcina storms off 
Once you see her disappear, you sigh in relief. 
“You can come out now Bela,” You say
You turn to your sleeping quarters and notice Bela wrapped in a blanket. You walk over to her and give her a hug.
“We have to tell mother sooner better than later,” Bela says, worriedly, “Who knows what she might do to you....”
“I am a dragon love,” You smile, kissing her nose gently, “She will have a hard time killing me.”
When you and Bela broke the news to the entirety of House Dimitrescu, Alcina wasn’t surprised, nor were Daniela and Cassandra.
“You and Bela would always be in close proximity to each other, it was pretty obvious,” Cassandra says
“No matter,” Alcina sighs “Y/n Dracul, you are a lord and a lord dating my daughter-”
“I think it’s an interesting concept mother,” Daniela interrupts her
When Alcina shoots her head up to Daniela, Daniela drops her head down. Cassandra looks into another direction, hoping to not upset her mother any further.
“However, Bela and the girls do seem to love, having you around,” Alcina states, “You swear to me you ill be there by Bela’s side no matter what?”
“I promise my lady,” You say, holding onto Bela’s hand
“You may continue your relationship with my daughter y/n,” Alcina says. Before you and Bela could celebrate, Alcina stands over the both of you, “But don’t let being my daughters’ lover distract you from being a lord. I am responsible for you.”
You nod as she begins walking towards the staircase. As soon as Alcina disappears into the Castle, you look down at Bela. She grins from ear to ear and hugs you tightly. 
“A lord dating a Dimitrescu?” Daniela teases, “It’s unheard of.”
“It’s heard of now,” You smile
“Will you have dragon babies?” Cassandra also teases
“Lady Cassandra, I am a female,” You sigh
“You never know what you can do to have some kiddos, even as a woman.” Cassandra explains
“You know the outside world has improved since ancient times...” You mumble to yourself
“See,” Cassandra says, “Have your dragon babies with our sister.”
“Cassandra!” Bela yells, standing up, “I’m going to bed... Y/n?” 
You smile slight;y as you stand up and follow after her, holding onto her hand.
“Don’t do anything I would do now ladies,” Daniela teases
“Shut up already!” Bela yells
You follow Bela through the tunnels and up to the clocktower. As you begin stripping off your ‘Lord attire’ for bed, Bela turns to you while you are shirtless.
“My lord-” Bela gasps
“What?” You ask, putting on a baggy shirt, “You okay?”
“Yes My Lord,” She tries to cover her mouth
“My my, is Lady Bela blushing?” You ask, slightly smirking
“N-no,” She turns away from you
“You are,” You tease, moving her hand from her face, noticing a slight blush across her face
You let out a hearty but calm laugh. You weren’t sure what had gotten into Bela but she had shoved you back so that you’re now sitting at the edge of your bed. Bela wasn’t sure what was going on in her head but the next thing she knew she is in your lap.
“Lady Bela?” You ask, looking up at her, “You sure are feisty tonight.”
“You’re really trying to tempt me right now?” She asks, slightly letting out a growl
“Whatever are you trying to prove?” You ask, tracing Bela’s figure with the tips of your sharp fingernails
Bela lets out a strangled gasp as she puts her hands onto your shoulders. Your hand grips the back of her neck, but doing your best to not accidentally draw blood on her. 
“My Lord?” She asks, looking down at you
“My Lady,” You reply, smiling
When you awake in the following morning, you were about to stretch your wings until you felt a slight weight hold down your right wing.
“Lady Bela?” You yawn, turning to face her
“Good morning my lord,” She smiles, supposedly awake with her eyes closed
“You sleep okay?” You ask, brushing hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear 
She nods, “How about you? My blood runs cold...”
“You know, it was nice,” You state, “MY body temperature is always warm... So you cool me down when I slept.”
“Vice versa from me,” She smiles, snuggling into your body more
“Bela, are you in here?” Alcina asks, looking under the cloth ‘door’ you had made
You and Alcina look at each other awkwardly before Bela’s head popped up from behind your shoulder.
“Just- Bela be ready soon,” Alcina turns her heel and walks off
Once the clocktower door shuts, you and Bela look at each other before letting out a snicker to a laugh.
“I better get ready,” You say, “Being lord sure is tiring.”
“Me too,” Bela agrees, “My sisters will question us for sure.”
“I mean, they know already,” You state, slipping on some jeans and a hoodie
“I don’t want it to be the talk amongst the Lords and this castle,” Bela growls slightly
“You’re cute when you’re a little angry,” You smile, kissing her nose
You slip on a leather jacket as Bela pulls on the belt. Pulling you towards her.
“You’re the one who’s cute,” Bela giggles, kissing you
You return the kiss. The kiss was beginning to become heated when you snaked your arms around Bela before Bela pulls away.
“If I see the both of you fucking I’m going to puke,” Daniela giggles
“Morning Lady Daniela, Lady Cassandra,” You greet them
“Mother is asking for the both of you now,” Cassandra says
Daniela and Cassandra materialize into their fly swarm and begin going into the tunnel system, back into the castle. You look down and notice Bela hadn’t followed close behind her sisters.
“Hey, go on ahead,” You say, looking at her, “Go catch up to your sisters. I’ll catch up.”
Bela gives you one last kiss on the cheek before materializing into her swarm of flies and disappearing into the tunnel system. Before you began to fly through the tunnel as well you felt something move in the pocket of your hoodie. You look down and open the pocket: revealing a single fly.
“Awwww Bela,” You coo at the fly, ever-so gently petting the fly
Chapter 2
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killerkissed · 3 years
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M!Lizardman x F!Reader ⚠️ Adult Content ⚠️
“That’s the new blacksmith.”
You jerked your head from staring off at how that large arm flexed as it brought the hammer down hard onto the heated metal on the anvil. You even jumped when the sound reached your ears, feeling like it was an explosion.
“What is he?” Some of the ladies in your group asked as you all stopped in the streets of town from a shopping trip.
“Some sort of lizard man, who knows?” A lady whispered.
Your eyes flew back across the way to where the blacksmith worked, his tall form could possibly be reaching seven or eight feet. He was a large creature, whatever he was, with muscle mass that looked like he could punch through a brick building. You didn’t know if that was a part of his species or if it was the work that he chose to do. Your eyes traveled down his bare chest, his scales the color of a deep burgundy. He could probably take the heat, you thought to yourself. You felt like you were watching too long now as you were fascinated by him. It was the way his long fingers with claws on the end could maybe make a hammer look so small or was it that way he was so big?
“I wouldn’t mind him visiting me in the night.”
You shifted your gaze sideways as the women giggled. “What about you?” Someone directed the question your way.
“It’s an inappropriate conversation.” You stood tall and dignified, only glancing back towards the forge for a moment but it was a moment too long. The blacksmith looked up and just happened to catch your eyes. Your gazes locked from where you were and you saw a grin spread across his face. He stood up, muscles moving beneath his scales as his sharp gold gazes stared back with humor.
You grew flustered and turned away from it all together. “I’m leaving!” You announced and started walking.
“Oh, c’mon.” One of the woman spoke again. “Your husband is never home. It wouldn’t be so awful.”
“No one would know...or care.” Another chimed in.
You rolled your eyes. “You can keep your boyfriends. I don’t need the trouble.”
There was a sigh. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone to keep your bed warm again?”
In all honesty, it would. Your husband barely comes home. You treat each other with decency but there is nothing else. You wouldn’t even consider him a friend. What would you consider it? It’s just a match that happened to work for both of your families. He’s away on work because that’s what his family expected of him. Your family expected a good little wife. That’s what you gave them. But it was lonely, wasn’t it?
You went back to your home with a head full of thoughts. You didn’t have time to be thinking this way though. You were the lady of this estate and there were things to take care of. You were held up in the study that evening when one of the servants came in with your favorite drink. “Madam.”
“Thank you.” You watched him place it on the desk and went back to looking at all the papers in your hand.
“The stable master says that all the horses will need shoes soon. There is some work to be done around the place that will need metal work as well. We seemed to have taken some damage over the winter season.”
You sighed and placed the papers down, thinking on what that meant you had to do. “Do we have the list of what was done from the previous blacksmith?”
“Somewhere. I can find them for you, madam.”
You smiled toward the servant. “If you would, please. I will go back to town tomorrow if you can and speak with him.”
“We could send someone, Madam.”
“Oh, no.” You waved your hand at that. “I will take care of it. It gives me something to do.” That is a lie. You have plenty to do here but it gives you an excuse to go out.
It gives you an excuse to talk to him.
Sleep comes and goes. You have odd dreams that night and wonder if it was the late night snack. You awake that morning and lay in bed for an awfully long time before the handmaiden starts knocking. You allow them in and continue to be in your head all morning as they help you get ready.
“They found the blacksmith papers, my lady.” One maid comes in with some papers. “They’ve already taken the liberty of writing a new list up as well with the duties that need to be done. Also, you wanted me to remind you to inquire of a handyman.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. Thank you.” You reach your hand out for it. “I’ll take a glance at it while I’m in the carriage. Will you get that ready so I may head into town within the hour?”
“Of course.” The servants made their way out of your room and you sat back on the large empty bed. You glanced at it, knowing fully well that you’d love to lay back on it and go back to sleep. Sometimes, you wonder why you continue to play this game of keeping up the house. It would be so easy to snuggle in your bed and live like a wild animal. You’d always be in pajamas and eat whatever you want. You’d have someone else do all the work with the finances. Maybe you could be a bum.
You forced yourself back up and wandered down from the bedroom to the main entrance. “Your carriage is ready.” You were told. You nodded and put your outerwear on with help and gently placed your hat on your head. “Take me to the blacksmith.”
It was acres upon acres of land before you left your own estates before starting on the public roads and slowly into town. The carriage rolled to a stop, the horses neighing softly upon their arrival. The door to the carriage swung open and you were helped out to face the blacksmith’s shop. The door was opened for you and you stepped in, looking around the shop as a large orc came from the back with his arm in a sling. “May I help you, my lady?”
You looked at him and waved your hand towards him. “I need to speak with your new blacksmith. I have work that needs to be done personally.”
“I’ll be back, my lady.” He disappeared and only reappeared a few minutes later with the lizard behind him. “This is the new blacksmith, my lady. He’s a good man. He’s not from here. This is Dariv Shorgask. His work is equal to mine.”
“I will hope so.” You move to the counter. “Because he is to match your work. The horrendous storms at the end of last year destroyed some of the iron work at the estate. I’ve also got horses that need shoes. I’m afraid to admit as well but my handyman is reaching the age that he cannot do his duties. Do you know anyone that can help?”
“I could, miss.” Your gaze shifted to the lizard as the orc elbowed him with his good arm. The lizardman straightened his posture. “My lady.”
“I can’t take you all for myself, can I?” You examined him, the burgundy a beautiful shade that looked really good on him. He had black, horn-like pieces off that side of his jaws with teeth clean and white. He had a small mane of hair like a horse down the middle of his forehead down the back of his neck that was flipped over to the side in the shade of obsidian. He was a handsome man with his strong gaze locked on you. You stared back into his deep brown eyes.
“I could do things after hours from the shop here.” He looked to the blacksmith. “The iron work would be done during business hours.”
The orc just nodded. “This would be acceptable. We always enjoy your patronage here, my lady.”
“Very well.” You reached into your purse and pulled the papers out. “You can look this over and see what needs to be done. You can lead him to our estates, won’t you?” You looked towards Dariv. “I expect perfection.”
“I will never let you down.”
That got a smile out of you. “We will see. Good day.”
“Good day to you, my lady.” They said in unison as you turned and left.
You were filled with a giddiness all the way home. How horrible that is, you think to yourself, that you are so excited to have Dariv around the grounds. You had thought he would only agree with the blacksmith work but you have to admit you are utterly excited that he was help around the house. He must need the money. He’ll sign the contract without hesitation and maybe stay as a handyman forever! You assume you’ll see him tomorrow. Oh, you must dress in your best. Gods, are you fantasizing about entertaining the idea of having him around?
How long has it been?
Your cheeks flushed as your mind wandered to and fro as you went home and even the many hours after. Oh, the gossip will spread like wildfire. You’ll keep it quiet for a long as possible. This will be your secret for a little while.
The next day came quickly. You were dressed in something you truly enjoyed that made you feel your best. You wandered around the home all day long in an almost anxious fret until one of the servants found you in one of the many rooms in the manor. “Mr. Shorgask has arrived.”
You were led to the entrance way and slowly descended the stairs. You caught Dariv’s gaze as he could not look away from you as you slowly made your way to him. “What an absolute pleasure to see you today, Mr. Shorgask.” You emphasized the word pleasure and greeted him. “I hope you bring good news. Did you get off work and find the place okay?”
He seemed choked up, his heavy and fat tail swished across the floor. You looked up at him as he seemed to gather himself and brought the contract forward. “Thank you so much for having me, my lady. I am ready to be at your beck and call.”
You smiled at him and pointed toward the right. “Let me show you the grounds.”
Dariv stood tall and readjusted his formal attire as he poked his arm out for you to take.
“What a gentleman.” You took his arm and started moving with him. The two of you left the manor and entered the outdoors. You walked him through the gardens, talking aimlessly as you did so. He seemed engrossed in every word you spoke so you continued on, going through the outdoor sheds and along the fences of the manor. You went on and on about every little detail, slowly making it back inside and giving him a tour of the inside of the manor. You went through the bedrooms, the parlors, the studies, the ballrooms, and everything else. Nothing was missed.
“This is such a big house for just you.” He stated, coming back with you from one of the libraries. “Is it not lonely?”
“Can you not tell?” You looked up at him, his eyes watching you with a soft emotion. “I’ve talked your legs off this entire afternoon.”
“Are you not...married?” He tentatively asked.
“I am married in only legal terms.” You told him with confidence. “My husband has no desire to stay home. He’s gone constantly. He will not give
me children but he also doesn’t really care what happens here. We live our separate lives and we are very content with that. Our marriage with a thing of convenience. His family was...questioning him about his love life. My family needed to set the bar with the first daughter on who she married. It worked out in the end. I am wealthy. I have status. His family doesn’t discuss his life anymore. It’s peaceful.”
“It still sounds lonely. I would still want to find love after all that.”
You felt a lump in your throat. “I...just keep myself busy.” You quickly changed the subject. “Are you hungry? I’m sure you are famished. Let’s eat something.” You took charge and led him to one of the rooms that you head social gatherings and sat at a table. The servants swarmed, setting the table and bringing food and drinks.
“It looks so delicious. What a life you live.”
“It is truly wonderful.” You were excited to have him here, leaning forward in adoration. “Please tell me about you. I love to get to know everyone I deal with.”
Dariv smiled. “I am originally from a small country. We live mostly near volcanoes, hot springs, stuff like that. We like the heat. The sun is our favorite thing in the world. I grew up in a village with my family. I have many brothers and sisters.”
“Are you the oldest?”
“I’m not, I have a few siblings ahead of me.”
You were absorbed in the conversation. “So, you like the heat? Is that what attracted you to iron work?”
“Not originally. I was a craftsman with my family in my younger years. He taught me everything I know. But I was hungry for knowledge. I wanted more. I have traveled from place to place ever since to pick up on different trades. I love learning, I tell you. I can’t give up on wanting to fill my brain with new things.”
“That’s what you are doing here?”
“Yes.” The lizardman nodded. “The iron work master knew someone in my family. He had learned I was being trained in a few cities over. My last master told him that I like to learn the orcish way of blacksmithing. That’s what I have done here. He’s been a wonderful teacher and I am so happy to learn. I’m also grateful to be here and help him. You saw his arm?”
“Dreadful! What happened?” You asked.
He sighed and brought the tea cup to mouth. “A terrible mishap in the forests. There were some dwarves thieves passing through and thought they could take the man. They were mistaken but it did cost him his arm for several weeks.”
“How brave. So, he fought against them?”
“Everyone of them.” Dariv placed the cup back down in its saucer. “I wish to be like him, to be brave in moments such as those.”
“When all is against you?”
Your gazes locked on each other. “Absolutely.”
You were lost in conversation for the next few hours until the sun was kissing the night sky goodbye. It flew by in a flash. Dariv was the one that noticed first as he glanced to the windows. “I’m so terribly sorry, I have kept you for all of today and away from your duties. You must forgive me. Time simply just disappears, my lady.”
“Keep your apologies to yourself, I do not regret any moment that transpired.”
“I must not stay too late though...I fear the rumors will swirl.” Dariv stood from the table and adjusted his formal clothes. “I will be back.”
“We mustn’t let the rumors swirl then. Who knows what wagging tongues will say?” You laugh but you do wish to keep him to yourself for a while. Even if it is just for a moment. “When will you be able to help me?”
“I will be back tomorrow after I finish duties at the forge.”
You come around the table again and take his arm again, leading him through the maze of rooms. “I understand perfectly, say no more. I’m just fortunate enough that you will help with everything. I enjoy someone that is of all talents.”
“No, my lady. Thank you for this opportunity.” The two of you were at the door as the carriage outside was ready for him. “My people will take you home. Send word if you ever need help with travel. If we can get a schedule down, I would have the carriage waiting on you.”
“You do too much for me, my lady.” Dariv begrudgingly leaves your side and steps outside the door. “Have a good night.” He does a bow and starts down the steps. You stay at the steps and watch his silhouette disappear into the carriage and off the property.
“My lady?” One of the servants asks as you seem to have stayed at the door for far longer than you intended.
“Sorry.” You whisper as you enter into the home. “I seem to be far more tired than I ever thought.”
“We’ll get the bath ready and then the bed. Would you like a bite to eat before you rest your head?”
“Just a little something.” You start making your way up the grand stairs again. “Nothing too heavy.” The night came quickly and filled your sleeping head with dreams that you could not speak of in public. You woke up the next day in a heavy sweat and not without a fever for something...or someone.
It had been far too long and you had to confess you were quite in love with the idea of having some new around. Someone to slightly obsess about until the new wears off and you’ll find something else to occupy yourself with. It doesn't hurt to daydream and pretend something could happen. It was just perfectly safe to keep this little secret to yourself.
The first day, he came pretty late. Dariv wore work clothes with holes and tatters but it did not matter for he went head first in everything he did. He was a messy man and you loved every moment of it. You watched from different windows and different rooms, getting work done aimlessly every time he came. The lizardman would greet you, you’d have small talk, and then he would set to work. Once he was done, he would once again come to you in his messy state and have a small conversation before leaving. The help would tsk at his state but you waved it off. That’s what a real working man looked like, you would explain. You and all your help have the privilege of being able to look clean and professional at almost all times where he did not.
The first days turned into the first week which drifted on and on. He started to come earlier when the daylight hours still were plentiful. His conversation drifted longer and longer. You would invite him to have a bite to eat, a lunch here and there, and then a supper every once in a while. It was not until lunch party that you held did something quite interesting happen.
You were the host of this small society party with a few young men and women to join you. You were in the gardens, taking a walk when one of the noble men of an elvish house accompanied you. The conversation was swift and quickly but the elf was a bold one. The two of you just happen to have been by the green house where any help inside or a certain lizard could hear such a proposition from a man in power. The lunch was smoothly but it was only after when you were back in the gardens and watching the head housekeeper play the rest of the household like a well-tuned piano was when you noticed a familiar presence. You turned slowly in your very formal wear to curtsy towards the lizard. Dariv looked taken back like he didn’t mean to be noticed. “Sorry, my lady. I didn't mean to startle you.”
“You did not. I had just felt like someone was with me.” Your gaze found his face. He looked like he wanted to say something as his heavy tail swished back and forth with anxiety. “Do I need to see something in the green house?” Almost all the help was out in the yards.
“You can just see my progress if you would like.” He pointed a finger inside before entering the greenhouse. You followed him in and went deep inside the building. The walls were covered in the beautiful greenery. You went to the back where the tree limbs had smashed the back of the greenhouse. It looked like the metal framing was straightened out and some sections had been completely removed, replaced, then made to look like they came from the same piece.
You were about to compliment him on his work when Dariv blurted out. “You can’t take him up on his offer.”
You felt goosebumps cover your skin as a laugh escaped you. You looked towards him. “You heard the elf?”
Dariv turned you and fidgeted with his hands. “May I speak plainly?”
“Of course.” You nodded.
“He seems like an awful person! I know you aren’t with your husband in any good terms but the elf seems like a horrible person. It’s just not right.”
You tried to not laugh again. “I am awfully lonely, Dariv.” You looked at the flower to hide the humor on your features. “Who would you pick for me to spend my many hours with?”
Dariv took a couple different steps in the place he stood as he forced himself to settle. “I do not have an answer.” The sunlight sprinkled down from above to let rays kiss the ground.
“I think you do.” You looked towards him. “Or we would not be having this conversation, eh?”
The lizard focused on you and looked away. For such a large creature, he seemed so small in his shyness. “I think we have a rather engaging conversation. I could help you pass the time.”
“I believe the elf wanted more than just a conversation.”
“I could do that too.” He locked eyes with you. The heat was crawling through your body. Dariv went to you, pushing you back with his body until you hit the table with all the flowers. The glass panes were covered with foliage and no one could see as his mouth found yours. You melted underneath his touch as his hands captured your face, keeping you steady and still as his long, lizard tongue went into your mouth. You went light-headed immediately, his kiss hot while he made your body tingle. You pressed your body into his as he reached down with long fingers and big palms to scoop you up and place you on the top of the surface you were against. You sucked on his tongue as you lewdly as you always wanted to before leaning back to finally get a breath.
Dariv looked like a fire was trying to consume him from the inside. His hands started searching underneath layer upon layer of gown until he found skin. His fingers dug into the softness of your flesh and traveled up until he was dragging clothing back down to expose more.
“Oh, bless the gods.” He stated as he went underneath all the skirts to find the source of heat between your legs. Dariv spread you wide open and went straight for your main course as his tongue slid right across your quivering slit. You were already in heat from want and how long it had been. His tongue dived in between your lower lips and found the sensitive clit that was hidden. He started to ravage you there first, focusing on it before his tail slithered up and around one of your legs until just the tip was playing with your leaking hole.
You were going to come undone quickly. His tail spread your hole open. His mouth only pulled away once you were about to scream to the heavens. His tongue slid between all your folds, tasting your natural flavor before he found the source at your cunt. That long lizard tongue dived straight inside your quivering walls and tried to eat all that could be given. You were trying to hold your voice in, a hand clamped across your face as you continued to fight against your sounds. His tail moves only to slowly swish back and forth across your swollen nub. Your legs wrapped around his head and you started to bounce on the table, pathetic in your need. Dariv was sinfully in the way he made his tongue move and your inner walls were clenching around him until your first spasming began. You screamed into your hand while you started to gush over his tongue and face.
Your legs were shaking, your whole body covered in a sweat. Dariv continued his manipulations of your body until you were trying to push him away. He stood up and looked down at your form, limp in your lust and completion. You stared up at him with your lower hole still throbbing in need of more. “You can have me, Dariv.”
“Are you sure?” He asked, removed the belt from his pants anyway.
You nodded as you started to pull your skirts up so he could see you. “All of me.”
Dariv focused on the sight before him in the daylight as his pants dropped the ground. A swollen member in bright red was leaking precum. The cock was several inches with a wide head that was slanted in a peak. He moved between your legs and rubbed the tip between your sensitive folds. You could hear the lewd sounds as he moved himself between your juices and twitching hole, teasing your pussy before pushing just the tip in. Your mouth formed a silent “o” as he slowly pushed inside your cunt, your inner walls giving away to suck around his thick member. You were already trying to milk him for his cum which you felt like he could fill up a bucket from peeking at the large burgundy sack that hung behind him.
Dariv carefully moved until he thought you could take no more. “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
“I want all of you.” You reached back behind you and loosened the ties on your dress before pressing on your stomach. “Give me all of you.”
“That will not happen.” He confessed as he was eyeing the inches that still were not inside. “You will not take it.”
“Then ruin me for anyone else. But you’ll have to guarantee you’ll always be here to take care of my needs.” You reached for him, pulling him down to capture his mouth as your own flavor overwhelmed your senses.
His hips jerked and you felt your body protesting as Dariv started his erratic movements. Your kisses turned sloppy until you were just breathing into each other as his cock pulled all the way out only to push all of himself back into your pussy. Your stomach would bulge ever so often as the tip of his cock would press just precisely against your womb and send shockwaves into your body. You wrapped yourself around him as Dariv lifted you up, kissing your mouth and neck as he moved you up and down his full length. When he dropped you down, you could feel his balls clenching up from the movement and meeting your cheeks. The slap of your bodies was loud and clear.
“You feel so good, my lady. You’re so hot and wet around my shaft and you clench around me so good that I may be losing my mind.” Dariv startled to ramble as he moved you faster, slowly moving until he was leaned against the wall and pumping you harder.
“I...I’ve never...been taken like this.” You were barely coherent enough to talk as it felt divine. He was bottoming out inside of your hole and leaving you shaking to the core. The start of the undoing was curling inside of your body with every pump inside of your body. Your eyelids were so heavy as you were lost in the feeling. He felt so good. Dariv started to kiss you again, holding your head in one large hand as you were so limp against his body. His other hand had a firm grasp on your ass as the two of you started to slip into the floor and on the ground with him on bottom. The lizard began to fuck you from the floor his mouth still on yours as both hands go to your ass to play with your cheeks as he bounces you on his member like you weigh nothing.
You were going to cum. Your hips started moving on their own and at an erratic pace as you were chasing the high. Your bodies were slapping together so loudly now. You squealed and bounced up, trying to close your legs as the unimaginable strong force of an orgasm from your g-spot began. Dariv would not have it as he grabbed your hips and started fucking himself into your squeezing hole. You started to protest as your high was on a level that you hadn’t felt in a long time. You were feeling so good and so sensitive. He was so overwhelming that you were loud now, unable to hide your noises as his fat dick was melting your brain.
“I have to cum, my lady.” You heard him but you couldn’t reply as you were bounced up and down on his member. You came down as your walls were trying to milk his member and kissed him, trying to silence all the noises you couldn’t contain. Dariv was moaning into your mouth as he continued to move you. “I can’t hold it much longer…”
You rubbed your face against his and gripped the ground. “I want to feel you leak down my thighs all day.”
The lizardman choked but you felt his hips working overtime now until his cock twitched inside your hole, painting the walls white with every bounce of his balls. He released shot after shot of his fertile semen into your womb for several minutes until you could feel it leaking out once you could take no more. The two of you laid on the ground to catch your breath after the event.
“So, you will stay with me?” You asked after the silence started to catch up.
“For as long as you will have me.” Dariv ran his fingers over your arms.
“And children?” You sat up and eyed him, running your hands down his broad chest.
“Anything you want, I will give you.” Dariv said seriously.
You smiled at him, raising your hips slowly before moving back down his hardening member with cum dribbling out between the two of you. “Another round?”
“All you have to do is ask.”
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↪ so many what if’s. who would give you those answers?
— where in you stumble into your ex at a friend’s wedding, and the subsequent conversation leads to new hope blooming in your relationship.
pairing: chan x reader
genre: ex au; angst with a fluffy ending.
⇥ warnings: themes/mentions of break up/make up, mentions of alcohol, please let me know if I miss a warning. please note that i, by no means condone any toxic relationships. this fic here with bang chan and Y/N is NOT an example of a toxic relationship or an implication of bang chan’s actions in real life. please take it as fiction.
word count: 3.3 K
type: one shot.
⇥ disclaimer: this fiction does not represent the activities of the real Bang Chan, nor is associated with JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡
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↯ note: I decided to merge your request with the prompt because it’s angst and guess who’s the queen of angst? You !! 😌 This was picked up from ex, as you can see and again your url ~vibes~ so uwu hope you enjoy it, this is my first time writing angst tho so please go easy on me. <3 Love you mom <333  ⇥ dawn.☀️
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The dance hall’s fairly crowded when you take another shot of your martini, drowning in its essence as you make a desperate attempt to disconnect yourself from your vicinity. You wanna believe you’re drunk, though it’s not true in the slightest — you can still feel, hear, see everything around you clearly — the alcohol’s clearly not having its effect today. You wish, oh so dearly wish it did, because the man standing about two tables away from you really doesn’t deserve the attention you’re giving him right now.
The last thing you’d expected when you entered the hall to attend your friend’s wedding was to stumble right into the one man you’d been trying to avoid for the past two months. At that very moment, you cursed all the odds for making you face the man of your nightmares, the one who broke your heart.
Bang Chan.
Sure enough, just like when he’d dropped the news on you, all the butterflies in your stomach drop dead one by one, gloom and desolation taking over. The mere sight of him is enough to send you into a frenzy of confusion — you feel the flutter in your heart to know that he’s doing okay, but you can also feel that pit of sadness, anger and heartbreak mixed to wash over as one of the most conflicting feelings ever.
“O-oh, hi there, Y/N.” Chan had waved a hand and bowed down, but you shakily nodded your head, not bothering to give him any words of acknowledgement as you stumbled into the hall. How is it that you didn’t notice him until half the wedding was over? How could you forget that he was supposed to attend, because he was the bride’s friend alike? 
Was it wrong that part of you still wished that you could be standing next to him, watching him as he introduced you to his friends, calling you “his girlfriend”?
You wondered what the look on Chan’s face would’ve been when you left his greeting hanging in the cold air like that. Was he broken on the inside too? Or did he simply not care? He’d been the one to end it, after all. He looks smart right now — adorning a luxurious black suit, his brownish hair slicked neatly to the side and parted. The delicate silver chain you’d given him on his birthday is oddly still on his neck — you promise yourself to not think about it much, because you know it’ll give you hope — and hope’s a dangerous feeling, at least for you.
When the music starts blaring through the speakers and the couple start dancing together, you sigh, straightening your posture from where you’re leaning against the shot table. Your friend has the prettiest smile plastered onto her face — it comes naturally to her, you figure, seeming as to how she’s married to the love of her life right now. They both seem lost — almost peaceful — as they stare into each other’s eyes. Soon, more and more couples join, until the whole hall is filled with everyone dancing on their heels, twirling and smiling and dancing gracefully. Everyone except you, of course.
You sigh, fixing the hem of your swan-white dress. Way to go for your mood to be ruined — all because you happened to stumble upon your ex boyfriend, and thoughts consumed you as a whole. Was it so wrong of you to wish that you could go back in time and change his decision? You’d moved on from this — you’d told yourself you’d moved on a month ago. You wiped him out of your memory — all the things that reminded you of him — but what if you’d only patched up the wound, not healed it in the slightest? What if the person who held the key to repair your broken heart was held by a person who you’d let go, and by all means, couldn’t reach out now?
So many what if’s. Who would give you those answers? He surely hadn’t, when all he did was just break it out to you over a meeting at the park that he’d fallen out of love with you. 
You never understood what happened. It just started with the less frequent messages and meet ups, the excuse of always being busy, and that slowly morphed into him ignoring you for days, until one day he broke the news and ended it, on good terms. Or at least you thought so.
You sigh again, asking the bartender to lend you one bottle of the drink — which he does without question — before you walk over to the staircase that seems to lead to the terrace. Away from the risk of your eyes landing on him and your thoughts going all over the place again. If only you could walk away from the pit of emotions in your heart the same way. If only.
When you kick the almost rusted door open, the fresh blast of cold air that hits you makes you sigh in relief. You tuck several strands of hair neatly behind your ear, walking to the edge as you glance at the view. Leaning against the concrete, you let the lights coming from the night cityscape blur your vision, along with the faint, distant echoing of horns coming from the roads fill your ears. It’s a distraction, after all.
You pop open the cork of the bottle, letting the fizz bubble down before pressing your lips against the rim. One gulp, two, you then gaze up at the night sky. Rinse and repeat, until the whole bottle is almost finished. You ignore the void in your heart, filling it with the essence of alcohol and ignoring the feelings bubbling in it right now. 
Chan was like a drug — so addicting and so hard to get rid of once you got into the habit of consuming it regularly. You wanted to reach out and hold onto those memories you shared with him — he was the first person where you let your heart do the talking, and all it took was a look at another person to change lanes, leave you alone in the dust of your crushed heart — only to come to the disappointing note that you’d lost those memories forever. They existed merely in a place you couldn’t reach, couldn’t see, but could only recall. It was pure torture to you, but you’d ignored it all for so long, certainly you could ignore it again.
“Need a refill?”
Your head snaps back in the direction of the voice. A familiar, one soothing voice that now brings pain to your heart, now threatens to bring back the wave of emotions you’d kept at bay. 
Your eyes meet the hazel brown orbs, and not diverting from their strong, fierce gaze; you scoff, turning back around to stare off into the distance. 
Chan frowns, tilting his chin as he tries to soothe the burn from your two reactions. He doesn’t back away though, because now he maybe understands what you felt like when it all fell apart, when he wrote your ending with a shaky hand.
He walks front to where you’re leaning against the concrete, silently drinking out of the glass he holds in his hand.
Should I say something? He thinks. He should, right? When you ended it, you did end on peaceful terms, even though your reaction felt like you were more affected by it. Even after three months, he still feels the warmth that flowed through him whenever he looks at you — you who clearly don’t want to speak to him. He feels crazy now, for wanting to let you go. 
You hadn’t even bothered to curse at him that day — just looked at him with eyes that honestly pierced through his soul, and hurt him more than any of your words could’ve. But maybe that was what he deserved, right?
“Why did you come here?” You ask, swirling the almost empty bottle in your hand. Oddly enough, you don’t feel like walking away, feet frozen in position. You’d ended it on good terms, didn’t you? You’d promised to each other you’d be good friends.
“I noticed you were alone.” The man feels himself say.
“Didn’t you bring your girlfriend along? Isn’t she alone right now?” You counter, taking another sip of your drink. Again, the alcohol is having no effect on you. Why did your tolerance have to be so high when you needed it to be low?
“I-” He takes a deep breath, tilting his head to either side to relieve the tension in his neck. “Broke up with her. About three weeks ago.”
You only chuckle. Somehow, your feelings are strong when he’s away, but when the cause is right in front of you, somehow they fail to make an appearance.
“Did you come here so you could win me back?” You ask, straightening up as you avoid Chan’s firm gaze on you, and his face goes gloomier and gloomier with every statement you spew at him. But then again, who could blame you for being angry? You had every right to.
“No.” He shook his head, fixing his position so his shoulders are about an inch away from yours. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m alright.” You say, softening at the edges at his concerned tone. You don’t know why you’re listening to him and not going back into the hall, but your legs are still frozen in place, something in you, your heart, doesn’t let you move.
Why do you feel like it’s your first time meeting him all over again?
He’s your ex, a part of your life you’re supposed to forget. Instead, you’re here, reminiscing it with the very person who left you in the first place. The situation you’re bound in is so weird — you almost don’t know what to do — but nonetheless, you just stand there, ignoring the slight flutter in your heart — just like the first time again.
“How are you doing?” You give yourself the liberty to ask him that question — just to know how he’s doing. Just another way for you to answer your countless what if’s, another method to try and fill the void in your heart.
Chan sighs, straightening up himself before looking at you. “I missed you.”
At the simple admission, you soften around the edges some more. It was wrong, so wrong that you were giving him to permission to get into your heart again — but what if you never wanted him to leave in the first place? 
Hope — the dangerous feeling — starts resonating through your chest. It’s the tiniest emotion, one you can’t quite sense, but still feel. You can feel yourself grow warm, feel his gaze burn into the side of your face as he awaits a reaction.
“I-I don’t know what to say to that.” You reply, tucking some of your hair behind your ear again, before curling it with your index finger. You don’t look into his eyes yet — you’re not so brave to do so — focusing your bored, almost sad gaze as you count all the lights flashing at you on a skyscraper. Anything to distract you from this feeling.
Chan notices your stare, and sighs again. He’s battling himself too, right now. Should I say it? He thinks.
“I-I’ll be honest and confess to you, okay?” Chan turns to face you properly, while you bite your lip, waiting for his next words. Oddly enough, you feel more nervous now than you felt that day when Chan ended it with you. It’s so weird to feel it all over again.
“I’ve missed you and… I truly regret what I did that day.” He runs his hands through his chocolate brown hair, which seems to look particularly soft today. It reminds you of when you’d casually back hug him when he was working, pecking the back of his neck as you’d comb your fingers through his hair. 
“Chan, no.” You feel your voice crack, the sadness overflowing out of its cup, spreading to all your senses as you close your eyes, letting out a single tear. 
“Y/N…” Chan places his hand on your shoulder. You don’t flinch.
“Y-You l-left me.” You feel your brain cloud over, having no control over yourself as the words start spilling out of your mouth, piercing Chan’s heart bit by bit. “Y-You l-left me when I thought you’d stay… And you left me alone.” You feel his thumb rub against the bare skin of your shoulder, and this time, you stare up, looking straight into his eyes.
“I loved you,” You stammer, inhaling deeply as you take note of Chan’s expression. Surprisingly, he’s crying too. The rims of his eyes are filled with tears, his whole face goes red as he tries not to violently sob. “I love you.” You correct yourself.
“But you left me. You left me when I thought all I had was you and - and, what? Three months later, you tell me you miss me? Is this because your girlfriend broke up with you? You wanna win me back?” You spew, slamming your hand against his chest as you shake in his arms. 
He wordlessly pulls you into his embrace, and you don’t complain — you don’t know if it’s because of your brain being cloudy and your eyes being all itchy from crying, or if it was because you missed his hugs, but you feel yourself clutch onto the material of your shirt as you cry, cry and cry until you feel like your tears don’t remain.
“I’m so sorry…” Is all he can say, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he tries to comfort you.
“I hate you, Chan. I hate you so much.”
Something in him shatters when he hears your words. He wordlessly mouths “Alright.” and doesn’t bother controlling his tears anymore, letting them flow down his cheeks and settle into your hair, not bothering to hold back the sounds of brokenness he makes either.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He pulls away, holding your chin to force your gaze into his eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that to you, it was so wrong of me. I regret it now, so much.” He curls his lips inwards, and watching him cry is soul-crushing. You should be hating him for leaving you, screaming, crying, but you hate yourself for reaching up to rake through his hair, sliding your hand down to his soft cheek before gently swiping your thumb against it. Wiping off his tears.
“We’ve already forgiven each other, right? It’s okay.” You take deep breaths to calm yourself down. Leaving him behind seems hard enough, but seeing him cry in front of you seems impossible. Are you still in love with him?
“I’m still sorry.” He mutters softly, gazing into your eyes as he takes hold of the hand that rests on his cheek. “I was so horrible to not know that I had you beside me all along, and instead I turned my back at you and left you. It was so wrong of me.” he breaks into tears again, and this time, before you can pull him into a hug, he grabs both your hands in his own. Holding them in between each other. 
Yep, you’re still in love with him.
You look at him, absorbing all his features, and suddenly you’re thrown back to the first time he ever asked you out. It seems all too familiar — all too real. You find yourself holding your breath once again, waiting for what he has to say. He rests his forehead against your grasped hands, sighing brokenly as he speaks up.
“I won’t ask you to accept me again, Y/N.” He says as a matter of fact. He understands that the things that happened may not allow you to let him into your heart again. “I won’t ask you to date me either, because I know what I did isn’t that simple to forgive.”
Chan feels so stupid now. You were there for him all the time, yet he left you for someone else. You were beside him to help him when he felt desolated, but somehow he became a cause for your desolation. It shocks, confuses him and makes him seethe in turmoil.
“But,” he begins, holding his breath. “I still want to try. I wanna try being the person I couldn’t be when I was with you. I-I wanna change and win you back, b-but…”
“But?” You ask mindlessly, totally overwhelmed and dazed out by his honest words, the newfound emotion thrums to your chest. It’s love, for sure. But it isn’t that special kind of love, at least not yet.
“But I wanna do that only if you let me. It’s your choice, Y/N.”
Your eyes widen as you try to grasp his words, noticing how his warm hands holding onto yours still, only grow warmer and tighter. 
“I r-really love you Y/N, a lot. And… well, I know you may not be able to make this decision soon. But please, just give it a thought?”
You shake your head, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you look up into his eyes again. They’re red and puffy by now, but they’re still gorgeous, they still remind you of the time you’d gently kiss over his eyelids whenever he cried like that.
You roll your eyes to the back of your head in deep thought, before tucking your bottom lip under your teeth and nodding. “Okay.”
“Okay…?” He asks, hopeful. You can almost feel his nervousness in the way his palms sweat, but you simply smile.
“We won’t date yet.” You said. “But I’ll allow you into my heart one last time. Don’t break it.”
And at your acceptance, Chan beams, feeling more tears roll down his eyes as he pulls you into a hug. This time, you don’t spare any restraint, wrapping your arms around your waist as you press your cheek against his chest. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” Chan keeps mumbling and repeating, to which you only shush him gently, telling him it’s okay and he doesn’t have to thank him.
He still does. You only smile to yourself, and for the first time in three months, you feel somewhat at peace. There’s a long way to go — you have to adapt to this relationship, let your heart join back bit by bit and build each other’s confidence again. But you’re certain you can do it together. This story deserved a happy ending, and you were going to give it one, no matter how hard you’d have to try.
“Hey guys!” You hear someone walk through the door, immediately parting away and clearing your throats. 
“Yes?” The both of you say at the same time, tensing up and then laughing at each other. If Chan’s tears were crushing, Chan’s giggles were truly healing. The way his eyes would scrunch up into the cutest crescents and his dimples would make an appearance always made you want to peck his cheeks. Now wasn’t the time though.
“Dinner’s being served, so Y/F/N told you to come downstairs.” The person at the door says, immediately running downstairs, as if to not interrupt your moment any further.
“Alright.” You laugh, taking Chan’s hands in yours as you intertwine your nimble fingers with his long, slender ones. “Let’s go shall we?” You don’t bother picking up the alcohol bottles, because you’ll be coming back here with your friends later anyways — they can be tended to later.
“Of course,” Chan pulls you along with him, running to the door — both the ones that lead to the diner and the ones that signified your new start.
Curse at me all you want, as long as you let it all out, and we can go back to how we were.
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183. “Don’t say that! And please stop yelling! You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Pairing: Malleus/Fem!MC
Note: fuck level spiciness for this one. Stay safe folks. (also I’m on board with that double peepee malleus)
Warning: Spice, Yandere, Non-con, Mild violence, ANGST
Malleus took the throne after his graduation from Night Raven College, and it was a grand event that gathered all those far and wide. From civilians to nobility, from classmates to staff, many were to witness as he step up to bow his head for the royal headpiece, symbol of his birthright. You were there as well, enjoying the company and dining with friends from the college, but you were unaware of the Malleus’s first action as King to follow his coronation.
How is it that you, a human civilian from another world, became engaged to marry a king of a vast kingdom? You couldn’t wield magic, nor did you understand the culture of his people, its government or economy, or really anything that went beyond the meaning of the term “King”. And Malleus, like all the friends you’ve made in Night Raven College, is dear to you, but to think he’d harbor these deep romantic feelings... one would call it an obsession.
There was likely no way you accepted his proposal despite presenting a ring that resembled a wreath of thorns. Actually, you can’t quite recall the proposal or what came after when he forcefully placed the ring on your finger. Coursing pain instead fills your mind whenever you think back to it that it made you realize that the ring itself— no— the marriage was a curse that bound you to him.
“My Queen,” Malleus calls, hands brushing against yours while you bury your nose in a book of the Valley of Thorns’s social structure. Even if you weren’t willing to be where you were, you had a responsibility as one of the country’s leaders. Bearing no magic, you could hardly do better than send knights one direction or provide funding to certain facilities. Even then, Malleus had an inconsiderate amount of power. You hate it here.
“My lovely Queen,” he wraps himself around you behind your chair. Loose raven locks brushed against your face, distracting your reading. For a King, his days seemed a little less busy than you’d like them to be.
“Malleus, I’m busy.” You scold calmly, pushing his hair out of your face. “I want to do the best I can to serve the people as queen.”
One of his hands reach down to your non-dominant hand, tracing the ring he placed on you. As long as he had you in that ring, he could sway you to whatever he wished, and you didn’t enjoy the punishment that came when you disobeyed him. The action alone was able to make you shut your book and push it to a corner of your desk. If he demanded attention, it was best to give it to him. A pleased chuckle vibrates through his chest as he detected your fear.
“I’ve managed to suppress those who oppose you,” he explains. “But they are still quite skeptical that I chose a human without magic to be my spouse. They assume you’re just hungry for power.”
“That’s why I opposed this marriage in the first place. I didn’t want to burden you.” A flagrant lie. You never once had a say in this relationship, for fear kept your rebellion in wraps. You wanted to be home, and back to the unmarried person you were, but fate had other plans for you. Adapting to such turn of the events would allow you to live just a little longer.
“You could never burden me, my love,” he kneels before your sitting form, gently holding your hands in his large ones. He knew humans were viewed as inferior in his community, but he was a different ruler than the ones his parents were. “In fact, I’ve come up with a brilliant way to prove that you aren’t just a human fueled by greed— to the people, I mean— you already do so much to prove it to me.”
Oh, what was he proposing now? Perplexed by his notions you tilt your head, trying to predict what he was going to say.
“A child,” he smiles, fangs flashing in his toothy grin. “A perfect symbol of our union... a step in the right direction for our kingdom. Silver was just the beginning— a fae-human child!”
You pull away from him, and shot up from your seat. The force of it makes Malleus topple over and land on the carpet beneath both of your feet.
“I-I can’t,” you stumble upon your words. “Children, Malleus? Now?” You knew the implication of children— another heavy chain on your ankle, forcing you to remain in the dreary kingdom you both ruled.
“But why not? There’s no way our subjects could turn away a child of both worlds, and it is proof of our love!”
You try to find some way around this conversation. “Malleus, you know I’m human, what if something goes wrong? What if the something terrible happens to me— the child?”
“It will be fine! I’ll have Lilia watch over your pregnancy, I’ll find the best healers beyond our borders. I have no doubt you’ll give me a wonderful child.” He rises on his feet, proving his dominion over you from just his stature alone. By now, he was towering over you from your slightly arched form against your desk.
There was no point in eluding the topic. You were almost crying at this point. “I’m not ready for children... I beg you... don’t do this to me!”
“My love, what are you taking about?” His bright chartreuse eyes were wide and delusional searching for meaning in your fearful ones. “It has always been our dream...”
“Your dream! Malleus, have you ever considered how I felt when I was forced to obey your commands in my head? I didn’t want to marry you, I didn’t want to be queen, nor do I want children! Don’t force your ideals down my throat! You are just as cruel as everyone says you are and you are just going to end up cold and lonely as the thorn witch herself.”
He grabs you by your face, forcing you to face your downturned expression to him. In some vague attempt to ease your tears, he wipes them away with his thumbs continuously. “Don’t say that! And please stop yelling! You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“No!” You swat his hands away as you try to escape the cage he made with his body. “I hate you! I hate you!”
However, your attempts at resistance were futile as coursing electric shocks throw you over your own desk, allowing delirious cries to emit from your throat. Malleus, afraid that someone could hear your cries from beyond your study places his hand over your mouth, muffling your vicious sobs as his left hand begins to undo the the ribbons of your nightgown.
“My beloved,” he coos, kissing the damp tip of your nose. “Even if you don’t love me, I always will. For all eternity.”
You could hardly lift a finger by the time the torment of your wedding ring had done its job, yet you could still cry out against his lingering touches trailing downwards. His comforting words against your ear did nothing to stop the whine that came when his fingers slipped down your underwear to fondle your crotch. He worked up the slick that gathered to push his long two fingers into your pussy.
“There, there, my precious human,” he sighs against his hand over your mouth. “The joy I felt whenever I saw you in that college up until now— I want you to feel it too. My desire.”
You wished you could squeeze your legs tight to deny him entry so deep into your core, but even your legs could do nothing but twitch from the pleasure. It wasn’t long until only the thought of reaching orgasm filled you mind. Addicting, sweet pleasure as his pale fingers stretched and curled against your sweet spot. Eventually, Malleus’s hand slips from your mouth to capture yours in a sloppy kiss. He didn’t care even as his fangs slit your lip upon entry; he just wanted to be closer— until no space existed between you.
“My love,” he repeats as like a mantra as he pulls away once in a while for a breath and a sight of your dazed eyes. “Surely you don’t mean what you said, right?”
It was difficult to answer with his fingers continuously hitting your sweet spot, thumb harshly brushing over your clit as loud, uncontrolled moans filled the study. Malleus found himself delighted by the way your juices dribbled all over his fingers and palm, the feel of the viscosity, sounds, and scent urging him to dip his head down to have a taste. All while imagining how blessed he would be to become a father.
“You are everything my heart desires and more,” he sighs dreamily against your lips. Overwhelmed by his words and fingers, you let out choked sob as the thrust of his hand drew out your release, all while still spreading your sore hole.
“Why can’t you only see me?” An all too pitiful response from a monster of a king. Your limbs, though still weak and twitching, wrap themselves around Malleus in a fragile attempt to comfort him. The gesture itself felt inauthentic to you, yet it soothed him in more ways you could ever know.
“Malleus, we can forget this.” Despite his pleas, you won’t give in to this one demand— the last bit of control you had over your own being. “We can still lead a successful monarchy without an heir.”
No matter the lies you spewed to him, Malleus could only convince himself that it was because you loved him. There was no way you couldn’t, especially after all that you’ve been through together. Even now, your hands remained gentle on his hair and horns, and he understood that you never viewed him as anything evil. It was the last thing he wanted— to lose your trust.
His reply comes smoothly, but resolute “But I still have doubts.”
Malleus felt guilty as one of his cocks slide into your tight wet cavern, watching as your head throws back at the sudden intrusion. Your nails slip from his hair and onto shoulders as you seethe from the stretch of his cock that outsized his fingers. Nothing could have prepared you for it, so he might has well have done it anyway. And by doing so, a new liquid begins to stain your thighs, one less viscous, warmer, and red.
“Hah—Ma-Malleus... too—“ you try to breathe, but it felt as if your organs had rearranged to take in his size.
“Just a little more,” he spoke softly. “I’ll ease the pain soon.”
Malleus could hear the breathless noise you made as the last of his cock bottoms out inside of you and brings his right hand to your abdomen to alleviate the soreness from the stretch. He senses your tense muscles relax as the seconds pass and then pulls his hand away to wipe away the sweat and tears from your cheeks. Now instead of sounds of discomfort, your cries come out as a melody with every touch. Damn his exceptional magic skills. He could do whatever he wanted with you.
“Tight,” he hisses, slowly pulling his cock out of your stretched hole. While doing so, his second cock drags against your clit, drawing labored breaths from your lungs. “I’ve waited so long for this.”
Once only the pointed tip of his cock remained inside of you, Malleus briefly admires the mix of your juices and blood decorating his cock before shoving the entirety of it back into you cunt. You curse to the gods as his moan sings heavy and deep in your ears. You tried grabbing whatever was on your desk for leverage, but it only seemed to make a mess of it though as your papers became strewn across the floor.
You felt the pull of his heavy cock again while mentally preparing yourself for another deep thrust, but again, the sheer size and length of it never failed to make you out of breath. It wasn’t long until his slow, deep thrusts had you begging for mercy. Telling by the devious glint in Malleus’s eyes, he seemed to relish the sight of you squirming on your work space as well. The once burning pain that seared through you was replaced with searing hot sensitivity that destroyed your logic and replaced it with thoughts so primal.
In Malleus’s eyes his beloved was slowly giving in to this love he bestowed on them endlessly, wholly, devotedly. Sweat coating your body, muscles twitching, abdomen contracting—but still refusing to meet his eyes. One of these days, you’ll be able to take both of his cocks at once, but for now, this will suffice, seeing that you were nearly coming undone from just one. Grabbing your thighs, his arms hook beneath your knees as his hand reach for your face. With this position, you were forced to look into each other’s eyes as you felt his cock prod deeper into your abdomen.
“I want you to look at me,” he whispers above your lips. “Please.”
“I can’t stand it when you look away.”
His hips pull back for another hard thrust, but this time he doesn’t hold back as he creates a rhythmic pace. You wanted to look anywhere but Malleus’s eyes as his bore over yours, melting you into him as his cocks continuously ravaged your insides, leaving you squirming. If it weren’t for the way his body eclipsed yours, you would be able to comfortably writhe on top of your desk, but his body remained a firm wall.
“Nghah~ Ma-Malleus!” You whined, clutching his wrists.
“My love, my love,” he groans. The tips of your noses barely touch before he prompts himself to press his lips to yours, teeth and tongue feeling for your mouth. “I’m close.”
As if he couldn’t get any more rough, your stomach lurches as his cocks rub against your sweet spot and clit, making you dangerously sensitive with every passing second. Malleus could feel it too, the wet tightness clamping down on him like a vice, about to suck him dry of all of his semen.
“P-pull out,” You wheeze, nails biting down on the pale skin of his wrist. Malleus could only stare in sick amusement as you began to plead “Please— please... I can’t ah~ I’m not ready please~!”
“I’m sorry, but this one time I won’t be doing as you say.” Deep down Malleus felt apologetic not heeding to the demands of his beloved, but it didn’t hinder the sadistic joy derived from the sight of your tears and your hopeless struggle against him. Never— he would never let you run off and leave him behind. In this lifetime or even the next he wouldn’t allow his one true love to live without him. This was merely intended to tether you to him more, rely on him more, desire him more! Even if it was just a touch that started it all he wanted more until nothing remained. Even then, he wouldn’t be satisfied.
Your release comes suddenly as does Malleus’s as his hold on you becomes bruising. His body smothered yours as his cum penetrates deep into your pussy while his lips lock against yours again. Your nails already tore through his skin, leaving a bloody trail. You felt weightless against Malleus’s heavy form crushing your against your desk. Spasms wrack your body along with the grueling heat of his semen burning the skin of your stomach and your cunt and dripping out of where you two remained connected. As you oriented yourself back to reality, you realized your desk was cleared off in your struggle, leaving a mess of papers, ink, and glass on the ground.
Too exhausted to move your legs drop to Malleus’s sides as he begins to remove his cock from deep inside your core. You moan with the drag of his cock rubbing your sensitive walls while his second rubbed against your clit. Thick gooey gobs of his cum began leaking against your sore, stretched opening and the sight of it almost made the fae before you hard again. His thumbs play with the mess he made, tracing around the stretched skin while spreading it to watch more of his cum drip out of you.
“Divine~” he breathes, kneeling to kiss your sweat-covered thighs before rising to kiss your lips.
You felt his arms reach beneath your neck and the joints of your knees as he lifted your limp body from your ruined desk. His lips come down to kiss your forehead as he begins to walk to the doors of your study. His smile is warm, like that of joy you would see from a child, yet it also comes off as eerie to you. You brush it aside this time, for you were too tired to think right now. You bury your head against his chest, eventually dozing off as Malleus proceeds down the halls of his castle to your shared bedroom. Your rest may be cut short, however, because his instincts tell him that one time is simply not enough.
For the time being, you’d have deal with being bed-bound.
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