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ladypurplejanewrynn · 2 years

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Star’themar One Shot: The Jealousy

This is a one shot for my best friend and also my big sis @hopelessly-austroholic

The stars were shinning so bright, but this wasn’t a problem for the two lovers. They were celebrating their marriage anniversary by throwing up a party in Silvermoon city. After the horrors of the Fourth War and the Shadowlands, they deserved a break. And so did the Alliance and the rest of the Horde. That’s why they decided to celebrate their anniversary along with others. Some of the Horde leaders even came by to celebrate as well. Along those leaders, there was also the leader of the nightbornes, the First Arcanist Thalyssra herself. Is been a while since the Regent Lady felt uncomfortable when she was around her husband. Although she knew that Lor’themar would never dare to cheat on her and that he’s a loyal husband, she just couldn’t get over the thought that he might leave her for Thalyssra. After all, the First Arcanist was pretty good looking, was very talented and had an interesting personality. Tonight, Daenah’rys decided to brush that thought away though. She didn’t need negative and overwhelming thoughts to ruin her and her’s husband day. She was getting done with her tonight’s outfit. The lady decided to wear a beautiful, long and short sleeved red dress, with some red high heels and a tiara to complet the outfit. Just as she finished, Lor’themar came in:"Well, look at you. You are absolutely stunning my dear." Daenah’rys faced her husband:"You don’t look so bad either, love." They looked each other in the eyes and we’re about to kiss but got interrupted by someone knocking at the door. "Come in." said the Regent Lord. A guard came in:" My Lord, everyone’s ready and are waiting for the two of you." The man looked at the guard:"Give us a moment. Tell them that we’re coming." "Yes Sir." said the guard and closed the door. Lor’themar turned his face to his wife:"I guess we will have to save that kiss for later." She smiled gently:"Is alright sweetheart. After the party is over, you can kiss me all the way you want." He smiled at her and took her by the hand:"Let’s go. The guests are probably getting impatient." She giggled softly and they went out of their room, to join their guests.

They arrived at the room where they were hosting parties. They were greeted by Baine Bloodhoof, Mayla Highmountain, Cordelia, the Regent Lady older sister, Talanji, Zekhan and Thalyssra. The party start it. Daenah’rys decided to go chat with her older sister for a bit:"Hey sister, how are you doing?" The death knight turned to her:" Hey there little sis. Not much to be honest. Since the Shadowlands events happened, I don’t really have much things to do." The Regent Lady smiled:"Oh, really? What about your boyfriend, huh?" "Oh, him? We only just began dating . We’re still getting to know each other." answered the older sister. Daenah’rys looked around:"And where’s Kinvy? She didn’t want to come?" "Nah, is not like that. She would gladly come but the princess of Stormwind got sick and she refuses to leave her side." said Cordelia. "Well, that’s understandable. Princess Sophie is her girlfriend after all." said the Regent Lady. After a conversation with her older sister, she joined her husband’s side. Lor’themar gave her his hand:"May I ask you for a dance, my lady?" She gave him her hand:"Of course." Then they got in the middle of the ballroom and start dancing in the rhythm of the music. It was a slow and a romantic dance. The couple swayed like swans and we’re looking in each other’s arms. They looked absolutely stunning together, admired by all the guests. After the dance, they went to get something to drink. "I’ll be right back sweetheart. I will go check on our daughter, if she’s asleep. After all, the party is a bit loud and she’s still young. She still needs a lot of sleep." said Daenah’rys. "Alright, honey. I will be there waiting for you." said Lor’themar. The Regent Lady smiled at him and left for a moment.

Just as she left, someone else joined the Regent Lord. "Hello there, Regent Lord. Is nice seeing you again." said a female voice. He turned around to see Lady Thalyssra. "Oh, First Arcanist. Is nice seeing you as well. I’m glad you could join us at the party." answered the man. She smiled:"You know, you look really stunning in that outfit. I think you should wear it more often." "Ummmm… but I wear it really often. But thanks… I guess?" said the Regent Lord with confusion. "How about we go have a drink together. You know, just you and me."said the First Arcanist. "I can’t. I’m waiting for my wife in here." said Lor’themar. A moment of an awkward silence got between them. Suddenly realision hit the Regent Lord:"Lady Thalyssra, I got a question. Are you trying to flirt with me?" The woman let her head down as a blush appeared on her face:"I actually am. I’m really sorry for all of this. I know you have a wife and there’s absolutely no chance for us to be together. But I just can’t help it. I really can’t resist you." He looked at her, placed a hand on her chin and lift it it up to make her look at him:"Thalyssra, I’m really grateful that you’re being honest with me. But what you’re saying is true. We can’t be together. While I think you’re a really interesting person, my heart belongs to someone else. Plus me and Daenah’rys already have a child. I could never betray my wife like that. She is my everything. But, I’m sure you’ll be able to find someone who will return your feelings one day. And I wish you the best of luck for that. Although, we can still be friends." She smiled softly:"Promise?" He returned the smile:"Promise." Then they hugged each other. "Alright dear, I’m back. Sinetra’s asleep. Now, where did we..?" said Daenah’rys but didn’t finish as she saw her husband hugging with the First Arcanist. She felt her heart shattering and tears coming out of her eyes. "So is like that. I really didn’t thought you would do such thing but it turns out you’re cheating on me after all. And with whom? With her!" the Regent Lady burst into tears. "Hey, no honey. Is not like that. We…" said The Regent Lord but got cut off by his wife. "I’ve seen enough." said the lady and teleported away. She teleported herself into their room. She sat on the bed and covered her face with her hands and she was crying. "How could he do this? I thought he would never. Didn’t he love me after all? What does she have that I don’t have?" thought the Regent Lady as she was uncontrollably crying and was unable to calm down.

Suddently, she heared the door opening, but she didn’t dare to look up. A well known voice spoke up to her:"There you are Daenah’rys. I thought so that I would find you here." "What you want from me Lor’themar? Don’t you wanna stay with your new “lover”?" asked the woman. A confused look appeared on his face:"My new lover? Are you talking about Thalyssra? But there’s nothing between us. I swear that nothing happened between us." No response. Just silence. "Honey, please look at me. I’m telling you the truth. I would never do such awful thing behind you’re back. You’re my everything. I love you. I really do. And I love our daughter." She faced him:"Oh, really? Then why you two were hugging? Can you explain that to me?" "It was a hug between friends. She confessed her love to me but I turned her down. You’re the only one I love. But I also had to comfort her somehow. I promise you, that this hug means nothing else." he explained. Daenah’rys turned her head away from him:"Is been a while. Since you and her got to know each other, I saw that she start it to slowly develop feelings for you. And I was so affraid. Affraid that she might steal you away from me. That she might ruin our relationship. That she might push me away from the picture and take my place." The Regent Lord sat next to his wife:"She would never try anything like that. And there’s absolutely no one who could replace you. Never, in any lifetime." She looked at him, tears still coming out of her eyes:"But she’s just so perfect. So elegant. And she is pretty talented. Not to mention she does have an interesting personality and she is in fact pretty good looking. Sometimes it feels like she’s better than me." "Wait a minute hun, are you jealous of her?" asked Lor’themar. She turned her face away:"And why do you care?" "Because you’re my wife." he answered. She didn’t say anything. He hugged her:"Daenah’rys, listen. For me you’re perfect just the way you are. And you’re pretty talented as well. And I love everything about you. Your look. Your personality. Your strong sides and weak sides. Your virtues and your flaws. Think about it. I would never marry you if I didn’t like you back." Still no answer. "Here" he took her by the chin and placed a passionate kiss on her lips. A look of shock appeared on her face. They broke the kiss. "Wah… what was…? she was speechless. "I know we were supposed to spare that kiss for later, but this was an emergency." said the man. "But why did you…? I thought…" asked the Regent Lady. He smiled:"Like I said. You’re the only one I love. And nothing will ever change that." She jumped on him a hugged him:"I’m really sorry honey. I don’t know what got over me. I really shouldn’t jump into conclusions like that." He hugged her too and patted her head:"Is alright sweetheart. Just let it all out. Everyone makes mistakes." They sat there, hugging each other in silence. Both of them needed that. To sit together in silence for a moment, comforting each other in each other arms. "Maybe we should get back to the party? The guests may be growing impatient waiting for us to come back." said Daenah’rys. Lor’themar softly smiled at her:"Let them wait. Let us share that moment alone. Just the two of us. You and I." And they end it up by laying on their bed and passionately kissing each other, without anyone interrupting their moment.

The End

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another-lost-mc · 3 months

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I have a question about your OCs…what can turn their rough mode (on a bed) on? 👀

biggest turn-ons

featuring: azra, karasu, zekhan

cw: nsfw / mdni. gn!reader. soft incubus!azra; horny!karasu; feral!zee; demon form sex mentioned (all three); pet names (baby, dear one, darling, bunny, beloved); oral sex (reader and karasu receiving); rough sex; sex in semi-public places (karasu's office and the fall); mentions of sexting (dirty texts and videos or audio); costume play (mc wearing a bunny outfit); teasing; consensual predator/prey kink and fear play (tame and intense scenes); dom/sub undertones; monsterfucking (zee’s demon form specifically).

word count: 6.1k (thank you meg and daisy for supporting me in these dark times)

a/n: some of these ideas are plucked from their nsfw alphabets and expanded on: azra / karasu / zekhan.

AZRA

Azra can easily control when he shifts into his demon form and he wears it often. For ordinary work nights at the club, he prefers his usual suit and coat. As a powerful lust demon, he naturally feeds off the sin radiating off the patrons in the club and he shifts forms naturally when the lustful feelings start to build up inside him. He is usually in his demonic form during casual sexual encounters and reverts back to normal once the afterglow subsides.

He's more conscious about wearing his demon form around you. It's not the most frightening or extraordinary demonic appearance you've seen in the Devildom, but he is still nervous about what you think of him. He doesn't want to scare you.

Azra has a lot of sex but he is starved for genuine affection and love from others. Demons use him for his money or his body, and in the past he did the same.

Taking the time to get to know him and still being able to love him the way he is? Nothing affects him the way you do, a rare vulnerability he allows himself to indulge in because it means he gets to have you. Even the smallest bits of kindness get his heart all twisted up, and he can't resist the urge to return his feelings the best way he knows how.

The first thing you learn about being Azra’s lover is that a single kiss can quickly spiral out of control. The sweet glide of your lips against his leaves him thrumming with desire that darkens his eyes, and his fingers tremble as his hands roam eagerly across your body. His demon form is on display in its naked glory when he starts backing you carefully into his bedroom until you bump into the edge of the bed.

He resists the urge to rip your clothes to pieces and forces himself to take them off slowly, one layer at a time, until they’re scattered carelessly on the floor and your naked body is bare and pinned beneath his. The soft sheets cushion you as he lowers his body gently onto yours and he positions himself between your legs.

He groans into the open-mouthed kisses he smears across your skin while you whimper his name and card your fingers through his unruly curls. He's hard and leaking against the inside of your thighs and his tail twitches in the air behind him.

He slides slowly down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and the faintest marks behind as his mouth slots itself over your arousal and he strokes you eagerly with his talented tongue. He grinds his hips against the mattress to try and relieve the pressure of his throbbing cock, but he doesn’t want to come unless it’s inside you.

Your soul is consumed by fiery lust and it satisfies him in a way no one else’s sin has ever affected him before. He groans your name between soft, sucking kisses and gentle flicks of his tongue against your entrance, and it sends shivers through the rest of your body. His hands hold your shaky thighs steady where they rest on his shoulders, and by the time he drinks down the release you spill across his tongue, you're stretched and ready for him.

You're still reeling from your orgasm when he moves up the bed and positions himself between your legs. He hooks one of your legs against his hips and pushes it up slightly, giving him the perfect angle so he can sheathe himself inside with one smooth stroke.

"I’ll go slow next time, baby, I promise," he murmurs against your lips, lifting his hand to brace himself against the headboard. "But I don’t think I can wait anymore."

He starts fucking you with deep, heavy thrusts, and each one draws a little hiccuped gasp or moan from your lips. He crashes his lips against yours and moans and pants into your mouth. The wooden frame cracks slightly from the pressure of his fingertips and the headboard thumps against the wall, but all you can hear are the strangled groans and curses he muffles into the crook of your neck.

His rhythm picks up speed and his thrusts grow wet and sloppy with his cum when he finally spills inside you with a growl. He tosses his head back and his eyes wince shut from the sensitivity, but he can’t resist the urge to fuck his seed back inside you, not when you writhe helplessly against his sheets and dig your fingers into his back and beg him to keep going.

You’re smothered beneath his body as he stuffs you full with his cum, and his tail coils around the leg wrapped around his waist to hold you in place so he can reach between your bodies and stroke you in time with his desperate thrusts instead.

By the time you come around his cock, you’re both drunk from lust and love and utterly insatiable.

“Don’t stop,” your broken whimpers plead where you press your forehead against his shoulder, and you lave your tongue across his hot, sweaty skin. “Want more of you.”

“I won’t stop, baby,” his raspy voice promises as he rises to his knees and brings your legs up to sit on his shoulders, and he folds you in half so he can fuck you properly. “I can’t.”

KARASU

Karasu uses his wings often, but he rarely shifts into his full demon form. He usually has excellent control over that part of himself, except when he's in bed with you. If things get particularly intense (or if he's in a more dominant/aggressive mood), he might shift to his full form without meaning to. He's so careful with his talons that you might not even realize it at first, unless he clenches the sheets on either side of your head or you catch a glimpse of sharp, black claws before his hand disappears between your legs.

It doesn't take much to get him in the mood. He’s a wonderful contradiction of a demon who accepts your praise or your teasing hints of degradation in equal stride. He’s so easily aroused by the most innocent words or gestures and even the simplest compliments make him feel a little desperate.

Wearing something he bought for you gives him a sudden itch to take it off you again. Wearing something of his means he gets to leave his scent on you in more ways than one by the time he has you on your back or your stomach underneath him.

Sending his D.D.D. dirty messages when he least expects it is almost guaranteed to give him an aching erection no matter where he is or what he’s doing. A flirty text or a suggestive photo that shows him a hint of naked skin is more than enough to leave him panting while his erection stirs to life and presses against the zipper of his pants.

And then there are times when he’s the one trying to entice you to be a little naughty. He sends you filthy texts while you’re at RAD and describes whatever wicked fantasy he dreamt about last night, or he recites in excruciating detail all his dirty thoughts while he fisted his cock that morning.

He calls you and leaves you sweet messages to have a nice day and to think about all the ways he plans on touching you and kissing you and fucking you when he sees you later.

Sometimes you have a bit of free time in your schedule, so perhaps a little visit at his office would do you both some good.

Karasu is so considerate.

It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. You wake up each morning to a sweet-as-sugar message on your D.D.D., or if you stayed overnight in his nest, he wakes you with a line of sleepy kisses along your shoulder and a soft, "Good morning, dear one," murmured huskily into your ear.

He would argue that caring for you is simple, a natural instinct that stirs inside him to provide for you and make you smile and keep you safe. Your comfort is his utmost priority.

Sometimes that means pushing you away from where you're nuzzling against his aching erection through his suit so he can slide off his jacket.

"Wait," he asks breathlessly, handing you the bespoke garment that crumples in his twitchy grip like paper. "Sit on this, darling."

If you're so eager to kneel on his office floor in an eager rush to suck his cock, the least he can do is make sure your knees won't be too sore afterwards.

His stifled whimpers and moans start to fill the office and you've barely touched him; the anticipation of what’s to come is enough to leave him a trembling mess. His fingers clench the armrests of his chair while you flick open his belt and tug down the zipper with a jovial little hum.

The tip of his cock glistens when you tug down his boxer briefs, and he exhales a sharp little whine when you lick at the salty beads oozing slowly from the tip. His chair shakes from the tremor in his thighs, and his hips twitch and jerk restlessly while you lick broad, thick stripes along his shaft before easing him between your lips. He's hot and heavy on your tongue, and you wrap your fingers at his base where his dawny-soft black hair cushions your fist. You pump him slowly, smooth and wet from the spit pooling in your mouth and dripping down his cock, while your head bobs up and down his length in a steady rhythm.

He's so lost in the hot, wet vice of your mouth that he doesn't notice that his glasses slip off the bridge of his nose and clatter or the floor, or that the armrests of his chair are ruined by deep, scraggly lines where his nails scramble to find purchase.

All that matters — all he cares about — is that you don't stop.

"I'm—I'm close," he whines noisily, panting deep in his chest. His back arches away from the chair and he pushes deeper into your mouth, but he stammers out an apology when he realizes what he’s done.

You curl your fingers around the curve of his hip to encourage him to move and to take what he wants from you. He hesitates for a moment, but then a shaky hand rests gently on the crown of your head, not pushing you down but simply holding you there. His fingers twitch helplessly against your scalp as his hips jerk into your mouth and the noises and choked pleas tumbling from his lips grow louder and more desperate.

A loud, monotonous chime from his terminal startles you both, and he whines so pathetically at the interruption. It’s a weekly meeting he forgot about, boring and unnecessary but mandatory, and he nearly curses in frustration.

Voices stream quietly into the room as the program pops up on his monitor. Your shoulders slump slightly with a deflated sigh, but his hand on the back of your head keeps you from moving away. When you shoot him a questioning look, he glances at the screen and back to you again, and he nibbles on his bottom lip while he contemplates his choices.

He should compose himself and bid you farewell until this evening when he's finished work for the day, but that’s easier said than done. You’re still kneeling at his feet, your bright eyes are glassy and wet and dark with desires of your own, and your lips are plump and shiny and so utterly kissable. His abdomen twitches with the disappointment of his interrupted release and he can only imagine how desperate you are, even though you’re hiding your own needs while satisfying his own.

It's not like he ever needs to speak at these meetings anyway, and knowing that, it doesn’t take him long to decide at all.

He confirms his camera is off and he's muted on the call before he pulls gently on the back of your neck and urges your mouth towards his cock again. His spontaneous burst of greedy lust warms the blood in your veins and shoots straight to the spot between your legs. You’re throbbing from your own neglected arousal and it certainly doesn’t help that he lets out the most sinful, desperate moan when you take him back into the wet heat of your mouth.

He cradles the sides of your face gently when you begin moving up and down his cock with renewed vigor. His hips are rocking of their own volition now, shallow and arhythmic but still so needy, and you know he must be close. When you glance up at him from beneath your lashes, he’s utterly entranced by the sight of your fingers pumping his shaft while you suck on the dark, pulsing head of his cock before sliding your lips down his length over and over again.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—!” His high-pitched whine serves as a warning so that you can move your mouth away if you don’t want his seed in your mouth, but your lover is nothing but considerate, and you reward him by taking him deeper than before, teasing your gag reflex and letting him feel you choke on his cock.

He covers his mouth to muffle himself as he spills down your throat with a sharp gasp and a wailing cry, and your lips drag along his cock one more time as you pull back just to hear him whimper from the sensitivity. He watches with a heavy, half-lidded gaze and swallows hard when you wipe a smear of cum from the corner of your mouth and lick it clean.

He goes completely still for a moment, but then his cock twitches with renewed interest and he pulls you off the floor and into his lap. He breathes your name with utter reverence when he slides his hand into your pants and feels how soaked you are between your legs. His fingers stroke you gently and you let him taste himself when you lean forward and kiss him.

You rock your hips and coax his hand closer to where you want it most while your thighs shake on either side of his hips. Warm puffs of air against the soft skin of your neck makes you shudder in his embrace, and he murmurs sweet praise while he fucks you with his greedy fingers (and his tongue after that, and then his cock when he’s hard again and he finally bends you over his desk).

ZEKHAN

Compared to the others, Zekhan has the most control over his demonic form. Even if he accompanies you to a party at the prince's castle, he's one of the few demons in attendance that hides his demonic appearance. It's very rare that he would shift into it by accident, although a wrath-driven rage could trigger that.

He doesn't want to use his demonic form in bed with you, at least not right away. It will take a long time before he's comfortable letting you see it. The scars on his body are more prominent in that form and he's self-conscious about them. It's also a bit more animalistic than some of the other demons you know, and he's worried about your reaction to his wings and claws and ears.

He will shift into his true form for certain predator/prey-type games you play together, but he's usually obscured by darkness. That gives you the chance to explore him slowly and at his pace while letting him indulge in the rare sensation of your hands or mouth moving across his body.

A lot of things turn him on, but he's a bit more disciplined about curbing his impulse to act on it right away. He likes to tease you and let the anticipation build. Sending each other dirty texts while he's at work (or while you're at RAD) are a guaranteed way to stir his interest.

Although he tries to be gentle with you, he's the most feral if you tease him with an opportunity to play one of your little games together. He's happy to indulge you with whatever level of excitement (or fear) you're comfortable with; you're his prize at the end either way, and that's enough to satisfy him.

Once you're in a relationship, Zee realizes his biggest mistake is underestimating you. He knows you'll be attending tonight's bunny event at The Fall for the first time since you arrived in the Devildom. What he doesn't expect is for you to walk through the front doors, surrounded by the Avatars of Sin, in a bunny outfit of your very own.

He can only assume that Azra and Asmodeus conspired to keep this secret from him, and what a lovely secret it is. The bunny ears on your head bend slightly at the ends which gives them a floppy appearance. They would look ridiculous on most people, but on you, they’re positively charming. The colourful jewel-toned ears bounce slightly with each step you take, and the colours suit you so beautifully that it confirms for him that this outfit was custom-made for you.

He spots a flash of white when you turn around to speak to someone, and he realizes there's a little tail attached to the back of your suit too.

Fucking hell.

He tilts his head to the side as he drinks in your appearance and considers all the delightfully wicked things he’d like to do to you. It’s calculating, almost predatory how his golden eyes darken as lust pools behind them. Something primal stirs deep in his chest the longer he stares at you. You're the tasty little treat that's stepped into his domain, and he'd love nothing more than to devour you.

As if you can hear his thoughts, you look around until you catch his piercing stare from across the room; even from that far away, the glint in his eyes is positively hungry. You can’t help but stare doe-eyed as he wets his mouth, running his tongue slowly along his bottom lip and teasing you with the tiniest glimpse of his fangs.

His sensitive hearing picks up your sharp intake of breath, and he smirks at the flustered expression on your face before you concede and finally look away.

He carries on with overseeing the final preparations like nothing happened while you walk away with the others and head further into the club. A chilly sensation spreads through him that he can only describe as longing when you finally step out of his view, but he ignores the feeling for now.

Besides, the evening is just getting started.

ZEKHAN: I came to visit you on your break but you're not resting with the others. Where are you hiding, bunny?

YOU: Come find me and you'll see. 🐰

ZEKHAN: A tempting offer.

ZEKHAN: Beloved, I'm asking you sincerely.

ZEKHAN: Do you want to play that game right now?

YOU: Yes I do.

YOU: Please? I know you do too.

ZEKHAN: Such a naughty thing.

ZEKHAN: Very well. Stay where you are, hm?

YOU: If you don't hurry, I might finish before you get here.

There are several places in the club you can hide from him. He’s shown you most of them himself when he originally gave you a tour when you were a new arrival to the Devildom. Later on, he realized how convenient they were when he was desperate to fuck you somewhere you wouldn’t get caught.

This particular game requires a certain amount of privacy and space. He searches the obvious locations first - the staff break rooms, the mostly-empty offices on the second floor, the cluster of private rooms patrons can rent for the evening - but finds no trace of you or those floppy ears or that cottony-soft tail.

When he finally picks up the faintest whiff of your scent near the door that leads to the basement, he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face. Of course you’re clever enough to lead him somewhere cool and dark where there’s very little risk of being interrupted.

There's only a sliver of moonlight that shines through one of the tiny windows near the basement ceiling. It only takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness, and he groans when he finally spots you leaning against the wall across from him. The buttons of your shirt are undone and he can see the strip of naked skin where it falls open. He notices a moment later that one of your hands is under the waistband of your pants and he can hear and smell the scent of your arousal as you stroke lazily between your legs.

A soft sigh falls from your lips and makes his mouth run dry. Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze at last, and it’s so satisfying to see the desire swirling in your dark eyes is strong enough to match his own.

He crosses the room in an instant and there's a faint gust of air as his wings manifest and open wide with a leathery snap. He maneuvers you quickly as if you weigh nothing and bends you over a rickety old table, yanking your tedious clothes down and out of the way until he can finally touch your bare skin with his clawed fingers.

You stare transfixed at the monstrous shadow on the wall as he stretches you open with his thick fingers first, carefully so he doesn’t scratch you, and then his cock once you’re slippery with his spit and lube. His lips brush against your temple and behind your ear, littering your skin with soft kisses while you adjust to the feeling of him stretching you open. His hips rock in a slow grind until you're ready and then he moves slowly at first, thrusting inside you with slow strokes that slowly gather speed with every desperate, whiny moan that he pulls from your throat.

He makes a questioning sound when you reach over your shoulder and offer him your fingers, still sticky from when you touched yourself earlier, and he sucks them eagerly into his mouth with a growl as he starts fucking you in earnest. Your fingers slip from his mouth once he's licked them clean, and he traps them gently between his teeth before you can pull them away completely.

His pace quickens and his thrusts grow more forceful when you push your hips back and match his rhythm. One of your hands ends up tangled in his hair while your back arches against his chest, and he breathes hot and damp against the back of your neck and grunts in your ear.

You can barely hear the obscene squelch your bodies make as he fucks you senseless, or the creak of the wobbly furniture supporting your combined weight, or the scratching sound of his fingers digging into the wood for leverage.

Your body clenches around him and when he feels his orgasm approaching, he reaches between your legs and strokes you in time with his thrusts; you finally come with a cry, and he follows behind you with a raspy groan of your name. He fucks you through the aftershocks of your pleasure with slow, lazy thrusts and finally stops once you've milked him dry. His body shakes from the overstimulation of fucking his cum back inside you.

By the time your thighs stop trembling and he turns you in his arms, all evidence of his demon form is gone; only the slight pulsing glow of his golden-yellow eyes remains. He kisses you softly with just a hint of tongue and teeth while you both sigh into each others’ mouths.

As always, he came prepared. He reaches into his suit jacket and slips his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose first before he pulls out a small packet of wet wipes. He kisses your thighs and nips playfully at the sensitive skin while he wipes the slick and cum away; he’s satisfied you’ll still smell like him but now you can finish the evening more comfortably.

He straightens your clothes for you and as he buttons up your shirt, he leans forward and kisses the bare skin that slowly disappears from view. One more kiss and a murmured I love you is all you have time for before he leads you back upstairs, and he smirks when you walk away with the slightest hitch in your step.

(You're only a few minutes late returning from your break, but no one bothers to ask where you were - they can already guess.)

A more intense version of this little game involves waiting until the event is over and taking a short drive to the outskirts of the city.

The quiet anticipation in the car is nearly suffocating, and Zee glances at you with a guarded look from the corner of his eye. He drives one-handed and steers the car expertly to your destination while the other rests on your thigh; it feels like a fiery-hot brand through your clothes.

He seems unaffected by the lust radiating off both of you like a fog, but the tips of his fangs peek underneath the hungry curl of his lips. When you glance down at his lap, there’s a growing wet stain where his hard and eager cock strains against his pants.

The location he takes you to is a large patch of forest at the back of Azra's estate. It's far enough away to give you both the privacy you need, but it’s close enough that help is nearby if anything goes wrong. The area is scouted regularly to make sure there are no dangerous creatures lurking inside the woods that might harm you while you’re alone and vulnerable.

Zee drives the car to the end of the dirt road that ends near the tree line. He exhales sharply through his nose and puts his glasses in the glove compartment before getting out of the car and walking around the vehicle to help you out of your seat.

He’s usually sweet and affectionate before these types of games, but tonight he rests his hands on your shoulders to keep you from stepping too close to him.

"I love you." His voice is rough but his eyes burn with the steady glow of his body overcome with sin, and you learned how to read the emotions in his gaze by now: love, desire, hunger.

"I love you too."

His hands slide up your neck and brush the sides of your face. "Colour?" he asks quietly. His thumbs rub soft circles into the dimples of your cheeks when you smile.

"Green."

Something in the air shifts, like cool air roiling over you before a storm, and he circles you slowly - the way a predator would - until he stands at your back. There's a familiar ruffle of fabric and leather behind you, then he smooths his hands gently over your shoulders. A clawed wing curls around the side of your body and strokes your cheek with surprising tenderness.

"Time to run, bunny." Hot breath tickles your ear when he leans forward and kisses the words into your skin. "Don’t stop and don’t look back."

The growl in his voice causes goosebumps to break out across your skin and you freeze. Normally he waits for you to make it to the woods before he changes form but so many things about tonight are different.

What does it say about how much he trusts you that he would do it so soon?

And what does it say about how uncontrollably desperate he is for you?

But you don’t have time to contemplate the answers to either of those questions, not when feet shuffle behind you in restless anticipation.

You take one hesitant step forward, and then another, until you're running into the dark forest that welcomes you into its maw. The trees looming overhead block most of the moonlight and you slow down while your eyesight adjusts. Your D.D.D. is in your pocket, but illuminating your path with the flashlight would be cheating; it’s also a visual signal to him that you want the game to end, and it’s far too soon for that.

The branches high above your head rustle in the night's cool breeze and ambient noises of the forest echo all around you. You can’t be sure how long it’s been, but it’s curious that you've not seen or heard any sign of him behind you. Sometimes he likes to call out to you teasingly, goading you into some sort of response that will lead him closer to your position. He can be so mischievous and playful when he brings you here, but tonight the tension of his unusual behaviour settles uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach.

You recall how stiff he was earlier, how restless he was like he couldn’t wait to sink his cock or his teeth into you. You remember the rumbling growls in his chest on the drive here, the way his hand shook on your thigh. You realize he’s not patient enough to play a drawn-out game tonight, and the implication is terrifying and arousing in equal measure.

The forest might be safe for you to venture in alone, but there are still other creatures that live here. Small Devildom rodents skitter across the ground and up into the trees. Birds with unfamiliar hoots and caws watch you from above with their strange, unblinking eyes. The occasional snap of a branch or the sudden rustle of leaves startles you like thunder; the sounds carry on the wind and it's impossible to pinpoint where they're coming from.

You shriek more than once when you spin around and look for a pair of golden eyes peering at you from the darkness, but there’s nothing there despite the heavy sensation of a weighted gaze searing into your back the moment you turn around again.

A sudden, startlingly loud crash nearby rips a scream from your throat and your eyes catch movement in your peripheral view. When you squint into the distance, you can see a splintering branch hanging precariously from one of the tall trees before it drops to the ground.

Was the branch already damaged and it finally gave way on its own?

Or was it broken by the weight of something stalking its prey from high above?

You carefully step back away from the tree as if you expect something - or someone - to jump out at you from the undergrowth, but nothing happens.

You stumble into something warm and solid behind you and strong arms wrap around you to keep you from falling, and a hoarse scream dies in your throat when he covers your mouth with his hand.

So this is how the game finally ends.

He utters your name in a raspy whisper close to your ear; his voice sounds as rough as yours does. Tears slip from the corners of your eyes when you sag against him, even though adrenaline and fear slowly fade from your still-trembling body.

"You did so well." His praise soothes your rattled nerves and you lean further back against him. His hand slides away from your mouth until it rests above your hammering heartbeat.

His skin feels feverishly hot against your back and he’s slightly damp with sweat. You’re lost in the cloud of his scent, one that's so perfectly him, something fresh and earthy like wet leaves after a thunderstorm.

"Zee." His name is a broken whimper that falls from your lips. His other hand slides down your front and his fingers tease along your waist before dipping down into your pants. He curses under his breath when he feels the hot, slick proof of your arousal between your legs.

"Colour," he grits out, a strangled plea that betrays the desire coursing through him.

"G-green, please, green," you answer with a hiccup.

He removes his hand from your pants so he can push you to your hands and knees on the forest floor. He shushes you when you whine at the loss of his fingers and he drapes himself over your back, a move that feels protective as much as it does possessive, and he buries his nose in the crook of your neck. He breathes in deep and savours the scent of your sweat and perfume and arousal and fear on his tongue, and his hips jerk and grind his erection against the swell of your ass.

"Want you," you whine pathetically when you wiggle your hips back and encourage him to give you more.

"I'm here.” The tremor in his voice betrays his fraying self-control but his promise sounds sincere. "You have me."

Hot, open-mouthed kisses sear across the back of your neck and along your jaw as he grasps your chin and tilts your face towards his. You can't see him through the watery sheen that pools along your lashes, but you catch a glimpse of his lust-darkened eyes and the bulky shape of his wingspan at his back. When his mouth presses against yours, it's less of a kiss and more of a desperate glide of tongue-against-tongue between deep, shuddering breaths and needy moans.

"You're so perfect," he whispers thickly as he pulls away from your mouth and flicks his tongue against your ear. He braces himself with one clawed hand digging into the earth while the other tears at the front of your shirt. Buttons pop from the seams as the flimsy fabric gives way to his sharp nails and inhuman strength.

He leans back on his knees with a shuddered sigh as he rips the fabric away and exposes your bare back to him. He rubs up and down the grooves of your spine and trails his fingers over the curve of your hips. "You’re so, so lovely like this. Fuck, the things I want to do to you."

You rest your cheek on your arms when he pushes your chest down and encourages your back to curve into a deeper arch. Firm hands grip the sides of your pants next and tear them away next, followed by your flimsy underwear. The cool night air chills your bare skin until he leans over you and warms your body with his own.

You’re utterly trapped beneath him, naked and vulnerable in a way that should fill you with shame or fear, but his words are genuine and his touch is gentle.

Perhaps this little tease would go on a little longer, but you know he’s already testing the limits of his self-control and you don’t want to wait anymore either.

You’ve wanted this all night, and you need him now, desperately.

“Show me then. I want you to, please.”

You squirm with anticipation when he lets out a rumbling growl close to your ear. Something hot and heavy, slick with a generous layer of lube, moves between your legs and nudges at your entrance with the faintest bit of pressure. The tip of his cock teases you with shallow dips as he stretches you open slowly, each stroke sliding in deeper, inch by agonizing inch. He teases the sensitive spot inside you until he finally buries himself to the hilt with a snarl, and you answer with a startled cry as the pulsing emptiness inside is deliciously filled by him.

“I’ll give you everything you want,” he promises darkly as he starts moving at a brutal pace, and his clawed fingers dig into your hips and pull you down onto his cock to meet each of his deep, perfect thrusts. “Now take it.”

Azra has a vague idea of what happens when Zee takes you to the forest behind his house. He doesn't need or want the details as long as you're both happy and unharmed. However, it takes him far too long to notice that your visits to the woods coincide with certain parties at The Fall, and he's genuinely confused as he looks over preparations for the upcoming bunny event.

"Wait, we had to buy another bunny outfit?" he asks, rubbing the back of his neck as he reads over the invoice in his hands. "What happened to the other one? The last event was only a month ago.” Now that he thinks about it, he vaguely recalls ordering a new uniform for you then, too. "This must be the third one we've replaced by now."

Zee pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a hum. "The fourth, actually. If it helps, I still have the bunny ear headbands." His lips twitch into a remorseful smile, but the gleam in his eyes is far too pleased for his apology to be sincere. "Unfortunately, the rest was...unsalvageable."

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#obey me #obey me oc #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me oc x reader #gn!reader #x reader #my oc: azra #my oc: karasu #my oc: zekhan

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jeschalynn · 3 months

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*squeezes hand through the tiniest fucking crevice of the nearest window with a silly note*

18+ zee alphabet please ❤️

(i cant find the fucking 18+ emoji)

remember to stay hydrated, eat meals, get some fresh air and enjoy life

~⭕️ anon

my file with all my wips and finished headcannons disappeared free me

⭕️ anon, I didn't realize you were here too! You're such a sweetie, thank you! <3

🔞 Zee Alphabets

Pretty much what it says on the tin! I am currently working on the SFW and NSFW alphabets for Zekhan. I am debating whether to write the Yandere alphabet for him as well. Karasu has that set, Azra doesn't - if I choose to write one for Zee, I'll write Azra's too so he's not left out. I'm excited to share more content about him. I think some of his little quirks are fun to imagine.

WIP Ask Game

#jes.plays #ask games #jes.correspondence: ⭕️ anon

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renaultmograine · 9 months

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Idk if I made myself clear bc I just banged out that at lunch but my official stance is that I face much more bigger oppressions in life than Blizzard Entertainment's fantastical idea as what my culture is, and I know for a fact that it wouldn't change if I was born into a different one of those cultures, and so I really don't give a shit.

Zekhan going "I can't read because I'm a troll" was unparalleled stupidity on Copeland's part, one among many, and yeah, it was rather racist.

#paska

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fitzefitcher · 1 year

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Talanji x Zekhan.

cute enough, but not for me, I think. BIG girlboss/malewife energy though, which is a point in its favor. I think I could appreciate good fic for this, so long as people don't act like freaks about it (read: I am begging every fic writer everywhere not to fall into the same contrived racist pitfalls that orbit trolls every single fucking time I am Begging You, Please, PLEASE Don't Be A Freak About It)

#ask tag #warcraft

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maltacus · 11 months

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A Match Made in Heavens, Chapter 9

The Horde Council makes up its mind while the impatient Warchief can not for her undeath understand why they doubt her willingness to play nice with her future wife. Zekhan has pickled cod thrown on him.

"I sincerely hope you manage to make it and do not put my tiresome preparations to shame. In case Horde navigational skills should prove to be as expected and you manage to land in Kul Tiras instead, I have added an attachment that you may gift to the islanders as a show of your good intentions. It is pickled cod, a local specialty. It is something of an acquired taste, incidentally just like those cod-pieces that adorn certain variants of your dark ranger armour.”

As they passed, they heard a scream of rage and a window was flung open high above them. Varok looked up just in time to see something be thrown out of and fly through the air to land right on the troll’s forehead with an unpleasant sound.

Zekhan and Varok looked at one another. Zekhan rubbed his temple and cautiously picked up the piece of…something Varok doubted he needed to know what it was.

”Dis be baaad business, mon…” Zekhan muttered thoughtfully. He brought it a little closer and sniffed, and then scrounged up his nose. ”Very bad business.”

"For the eventuality that the depths of your cup of Kul Tiran whiskey or the amalgamated universal ineptitude of the Alliance finds your delegation stranded in Zandalar instead, I hope this fine piece of ______________ shall help you smooth things over. If that should not be the case, please inform His Majesty Rastakhan that I hope it will add a piquant flavouring to the archmage he is about to roast over open fire and that I wish him a pleasant meal.”

Sylvanas stormed out of her room and grabbed hold of the closest dark ranger that stood watch.

”Lyana! Find Nathanos and tell him that he has until evening to research which is the most repulsive and loathsome of all known Zandalari dishes, and bring me one plate of it!”

#sylvaina #jaina proudmoore #sylvanas windrunner #world of warcraft #fanfiction #archive of our own #arranged marriage #letters #pen pal

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shadowphoenixrider · 1 year

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Brief timeline recap, with added retcons and general housekeeping

Wow. It’s been a while! I’ve finally got motivation and time, so let’s get into it.

I’ve become more laissez-faire with time and timelines in my headcanons now, which is a great relief as doing a pregnancy timeline for Draggka was a lot and very rigid, and boy I cannot summon up that much energy to do that any more, holy heck! (Where did all that energy go, please can I have it back?)

But roughly Draggka became pregnant with Zal’ria before Battle for Azeroth, and her pregnancy progressed through the expan up to I think when Zandalari formerly joined the Horde, as it was becoming too dangerous for her to be active, what with all of Sylvanas’s nonsense. Dranka took over all of her Speaker of the Horde roles (until it was later passed to Zekhan as of Shadows Rising) whilst she rested in Karazhan, although she did briefly go to Saurfang’s funeral, and stayed waaaay away from all the N’Zoth stuff.

Zal’ria was born in the gap between BFA and Shadowlands, and Draggka pretty much just stayed home with Khadgar (and Medivh) looking after the young’n and was a non-entity during the whole expan. (Ingame she was still my main, though in lore I think I would let my Alliance mains take centre stage for a while.)

Zal would be...3 or 4 years old as of the time skip and Dragonflight’s start, so she’s either starting or close to starting whatever amounts to a school in WoW’s thing. So probably the convenient time for Draggka to return to the action, along with Khadgar. (It’s fine, Medivh’s in Karazhan, he can babysit...sort of.)

As much as I resent Activision-Blizzard’s upper management and the awful things that still disgorge from their fetid maws (fire Bobby Kotick, preferrably into the sun), I can’t deny longing to go back to Azeroth. I had a brief visit back to relieve the need some weeks ago, and I think I will eventually play Dragonflight in the future. Just...in time. The devs are making the right noises right now, I just need some more winning over.

As for retcons...as some of you may or may not be aware, I was writing Draggka and Khadgar’s story as very much intertwined with another friend of mine’s story of her character Camdyn Morris and their courtship of Varian Wrynn. As you can imagine, we broke the canon pretty hard to do so.

It’s with a heavy heart I have to admit I can no longer maintain the internal canon whilst hooking it to ingame canon as easily now. I could do it with enough time and plotting, but the effort to do so is now counterproductive.

So instead of retconning it altogether, I will leave it as a split branch of Draggka/Khadgar’s timeline. Their core story will adhere more to the main game story, although that’s not to say I’ve not meddled here and there - I will break the Shadowlands story over my knee rather than admit the Jailer was playing 60D chess with us all and have Sylvanas apparently unable to realize she was being played.

Speaking of splitting branches, the existance of Draggka and Khadgar’s 2nd child, Khara. She’s not appeared in their canon as of yet so the removal of her is painless, especially since I’ve really not had time to gift her with much of a personality (a curse of a lot of my characters, many in my account will head towards deletion due to it).

That’s not to say I won’t bring Khara back in another form - I like her name a lot, afterall. I just need to think on how. Perhaps an AU of Zal’ria? Rule nothing out, I have been one-manning lore for an entire Star Wars race of recent.

Wanted to get this out, and it’s nice to write a proper Tumblr post about fandom again. Felt the gears starting to move in a way I haven’t felt in years, and I hope with some tweaks and changes and time being made to write things, perhaps I can start creating again.

Here’s hoping, and thank you for reading down to here! ^^

#spr rambles #SPR rambles about her characters #Draggka #zal'ria #headcanon #otp: walk on the wild side #man it's dusty in here #hope to tidy it up a bit

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cheeziswin · 1 year

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What Cinematic are you referrincing? Is this an official Cinematic Wow maker have made? I've never actually paid attention to Zekhans size and now it erks me.

Hi, I assume you're referring to an old post of mine where I complained that Zekhan was too small for my liking considering the other canon material indicating trolls as Very Big? Well, in that case, you can basically watch any cinematic he's in and kinda see what I mean. But in particular, the Old Soldier and the Negotiation cinematics. Zekhan is noticeably much smaller than Saurfang is in those, and the thing that irked me the most is that if you pay attention he's like... the same size as Anduin is? Maybe a bit taller? Which like. I don't know. Doesn't seem quite right for trolls? I have seen people say things like Zekhan is a teenager, and that's why he's that scrawny, but I still feel as if even a troll teenager would be pretty significantly bigger than that.

Like, look, don't even get me started on my Trolls Big Truthisms because I can talk for hours about it but the bottom line is Zekhan too damn tiny

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apathforaquest · 1 year

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Four Dreams

I thought that I’d share four Warcraft-related dreams that I had throughout the month so far.

Dream 1: I was standing in a desert. A green dragon was in front of me. Nozdormu (who was in his humanoid form) was standing a few feet behind me. Wrathion (who was also in his humanoid form) was standing to Nozdormu’s left. The dragon looked down at me, said, “Listen to me,” and called me by a name that is not my given name. Then, the dragon said, “It is time to know who you are.” Nozdormu looked up at the dragon and asked, “Who are you?” The dragon told Nozdormu his name and said that he is my guardian.

Dream 2: I was standing in a dry area. Genn Greymane (who was in his Worgen form) was standing behind me. Genn looked at me and said, “Come.” I turned around and looked at Genn. He said, “Join the Alliance.”

Dream 3: I was in a dry area, and I was lying on the ground. Sylvanas Windrunner was standing a few feet away from me. Zekhan (who had his mask on) was standing to Sylvanas’s left. Sylvanas and Zekhan walked up to me and stopped by my head. Sylvanas and Zekhan looked down at me. Sylvanas said, “Come. Join the Horde.”

Dream 4: I was standing in a field. Zekhan (who had his mask off) was standing in front of me with his right hand on my left shoulder. He looked at me and said, “Ey mon. Join da Horde.”

#Dreams #Warcraft #World of Warcraft #WoW #My Dragon Guardian #Nozdormu #Wrathion #Genn Greymane #Alliance #Sylvanas Windrunner #Zekhan #Horde

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izzythefantasyartgurl · 2 years

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You Can Rest Now (Saurfang and Toza)

*Repost from my Quotev page, serious angst and sadness here

*Spoilers for Warcraft:BFA

*Saurfang deserved better.

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Toza shouldered her way through the crowd of Orcs, Trolls, Elves, and Humans, her green eyes wide and desperate. “Damnit, move aside, you fools!” She barked loudly.

Her heart hammered, her face utterly contorted with emotions. She shoved a Tauren aside as she picked up her pace from a jog to a desperate run, now smashing through the members of the Horde. Toza had tears brimming the corners of her eyes as she dodged around a forsaken and ran forward.

Why did he do it?

Why the hell did Saurfang challenge Sylvanas to that mak’gora?

Dumbass. Toza thought as she wiped the corner of her eyes, hardly able to stop the tears as they built up, You utter dumbass!

She approached an orc and grabbed him by the shoulder, “Where are they keeping him?” she demanded savagely.

There was no need to be specific as to who Toza was referring to, the Orc gave her a forlorn look and pointed to a tent not too far. Toza bared her teeth and shoved past the orc and ran to the tent, sideswiping Baine. She reached for the tent flap and ripped it aside, and moved to the interior. What she saw on the inside made her heart drop into her stomach.

Zekhan and Thrall and Anduin were all working their various magic abilities over Varok’s body, his face gaunt and slack, his once patchy green skin was pale and looked cold to the touch. His hands lay limp at his sides,his breathing came in heavy and ragged huffs, his chest barely rising. Toza could hear his rasping breath as he struggled to breathe.

Toza stood at the entrance to the tent as her heart hammered in her chest as she moved forward, her voice caught in her throat, reaching out to Varok, “I-is he-?” She asked into the space of the tent.

Thall looked up and left Varok’s side and moved to Toza swiftly as Anduin continued to work, sweat dripping down his brow as he focused the Light.

Thrall pressed his hand to her shoulder, his face twisted in emotional pain, “He’s alive,” he told the female orc quietly, “barely. The darkness is reeking havoc on his body.”

“Is there anything we can do?” She asked him shakily.

Thrall felt his heart sink, “Toza, we are doing all we can-“

She pushed his hand off her and walked over to Varok and knelt down beside him, she set her blade aside and gently reached down and reached out to hold his pale hand.

“He’s fading. . .” Anduin panted as he grunted, “I can’t rouse his spirit . . . I’m losing him!”

Toza shook as she held his cold hand and pulled it up to her face as she pressed her cheek into his cold, clammy palm. She then looked down to his gaunt face as she let a few tears slide down her cheeks. She leaned down and gently caressed his cheek, “Varok . . . “ She traced the age lines across his forehead and under his closed eyes as she leaned down and pressed her forehead to his. She could hear his ragged breathing as his chest rose and fell. Toza sat beside him and held his hand tightly in her own as she sighed shakily, the tears streaking down her face. She knew that he was suffering, and if he even were to recover, he would forever be hindered by the damage that was inflicted by Sylvannas.

Toza knew Varok all too well, and she knew that the prospect of living a life damaged and forever hindered was not a life Varok would want to live. Toza sighed as she looked him over again, thinking of all the times they shared their love and compassion, before she looked to his face, and she spoke again, “He wanted a warrior’s death.” She said softly, her breath shaky, “I tried to stop him but,” she gave a weak chuckle, “I can’t tell him what to do…” she caressed his gaunt face with the back of her knuckles, “This isn’t how he would want to spend his last moments.” She closed her eyes “Anduin, stop.” She said.

Anduin stared at her, eyes wide, “b-but he’ll-“ he stuttered over his words.

“It’s time to let him go,” she said shakily as tears ran down her cheeks, “It’s time to let him go.” She rubbed Varok’s arm gently, “Even if we healed him, his life would forever be hindered by the injuries that have afflicted him.” She let out a strangled sob, “We wouldn’t be honoring him if we kept him going.”

“She’s right.” Thrall said as he moved over to Anduin, his hand on his shoulder, “it’s time to let him rest.”

Anduin looked at Toza and sighed gently, “Do you wish to do anything before I stop?” He asked softly.

Toza nodded as she sat back and began to remove her blood-stained breast plate, she pulled it off, so she was just in her tunic and trousers and she moved closer so she lay down beside him. She pressed her face into his cold neck, draping her arm over his chest and thumbing over his cheek with her hand. She moved her lips to his ear and whispered to him softly,

“It’s ok, Varok.” She said between soft sobs, “You can stop now. . . You can rest.” Her voice was so fragile, “I’ll be ok without you.”

Toza leaned up and pressed her lips to his forehead, giving him one final kiss before she buried her face into his neck, “Go to Dranosh, my love.” She told him, “Go see your boy.”

Anduin bowed his head as he let his arms fall and the light faded from the small tent. Zekhan sniffled and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand as Thrall gripped his shoulder to offer him solace.

Toza lay beside her mate, silently crying as she hugged him, whispering gentle words of nothingness into the old orc’s ear. Soon, Varok’s breath gave a hitch, before he let out a deep exhale and his body relaxed into the furs under him. Toza sealed her eyes shut as she sobbed a little harder into his neck, gripping him tighter as he passed away in her arms.

After a few moments of tense silence, Toza lifted up from her spot beside him, her face muddled with tears. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cold lips, before she pulled away and whispered against his lifeless skin, “I will always love you.”

She then sat back as Anduin and Thrall pulled a sheet over his body. Toza stood up and walked out of the tent, the blazing sun’s rays beating down on her. Her knees gave out as she collapsed and she buried her face in her weather hands as she sobbed.

Toza did find some solace, however, that she would reunite with her love one day, and she would finally get to meet Dranosh, the boy Varok would always brag to her about during the quiet moments they shared under the starry skies in Orgimmar.

One day.

One day . . .

FIN

*please let me know if you want more ONESHOTS like this—obviously not this sad— but I got a ton of scenarios with my OC’s and their hubbies written out.

#world of warcraft #world of warcraft original character #wow orc #varok saurfang #warcraft fanfic #two old soldiers au

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