eldritch-spouse

[eldritch-spouse]

https://youtube.com/shorts/hcYYprQExNw this audio but with Morell during regularly scheduled ob appointment-

I regret staying up to do this.

[eldritch-spouse]

I READ YOUR FANFIC ABOUT DONT OPEN YOUR EYES I CANT FDSHVUIAJSKFDS FUCKING SEE THE ART PLEASE I LOVE YOUR STUFF SO MUCH I REMEMBER READING IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND BEING SO SAD I COULDNT SEE THE ART PLFDLJKSAHLHF I BEG YOU WHATS THE TAG

Oh. I do have an art tag, but those particular ones are probably buried. I'll just put it all here. Thenk you though! :7 I'm very happy you liked it that much.

The one on the left has been drawn this year, whereas the other sketches are... Old. The original ones attached to said fic.

NSFW under

[eldritch-spouse]

“Let go of me!” A giddy concubus is fondling and dragging you to god knows where. You look around for someone to save you and you lock eyes with a fluffy haired succubus “Please help me!”

[Fast forwarding a little.]

TW: Implied previous sexual assault

" GET AWAY FROM ME- "

The noise that came out of your mouth wasn't so much screaming as it was more the high-pitched bleating of an animal cornered by a starved wolf. Knowing that its only chance of survival is to hopefully be loud enough to scare away certain death.

Between the violent shaking and the blood ringing in your ears, it's difficult to even see who was in front of you right now. You can hardly breathe past a clamped windpipe.

" .... 's okay, please.... I know... gone... "

The voice seems feminine, soft. You can feel her presence right before you, a looming body casting a suffocating shadow. Her stature, her power, you're going to die today. In this shitty dingy little alley dirtier than a seeping trashcan-

If not by the first one that laid his hands upon you, then by the demoness that rent him apart before your very own eyes.

Nowhere is safe.

None of this was meant to happen, you just got lost, you just wanted to find your way back, you just wanted it to stop-

" Hey! "

Of all the ends you could possibly meet, to become just another lost soul in the bowels of Hell-

" Wake up! "

Speaking of soul- Yours damn near jumps off your body.

Firm, warm hands grasp the sides of your face. You attempt to look up at the demon, but all you feel is the wetness in said hands, the stench of metal, the way it marks you.

It seems to burn against your very skin, making you whimper and retract desperately.

" Shit- I'm sorry, baby. "

When repeated patting sounds, you assume the monster woman is wiping away blood.

She tries again, this time grasping your arms, attempting to uncoil them from their protective stance around your midsection and chest.

" Please, please talk to me. We can't stay here long, okay. Look at me. "

It's hard to.

The pounding in your ears has yet to quiet down, moving feels impossible. Reddened eyes track the demon in front of you.

This scantily clad woman with a gray-ish skin and white, fluffy accessories. Well, they used to be white, now drenched in a vivid crimson. You hear the cattle bell around her neck rattle past all the noise and slowly cast your gaze upwards, meeting long lashes around vibrant turquoise eyes.

A succubus, this can only be another concubus.

Although her expression carries great worry, all you can see is yet another assailant ready to take what they want. Someone else who's going to put their dirty hands on you. She killed the incubus harassing you, but is she any more worthy of your trust? For all you know, she wants you for herself.

Reminded of the power their eyes hold, you inhale and bore holes into the stained floor.

" My name is Lemoana. Moana, if you want. Can you tell me your name, baby? "

Clawed thumbs ever so gently try to rub the tension off your trembling hands. They feel soft, she looks soft.

You squeak the truth under your breath, hoping to appease her, willing to do anything to come out of this alive.

Her next question is softer, more serious.

" ... Did you come to Lust willingly? "

It's too much.

The shame, the fear, the disgust- You burst out wailing, suddenly clinging to the very succubus in front of you, clawing at her just to be sure that she can keep you safe.

Who cares if she'll put you through something worse later? None of that seems to matter now.

Hopelessly, desperately, you want to believe Lemoana massacred that incubus because there's an inkling of good in her. You want to believe that she's here to help, to protect someone like you- Defenseless and miserable.

" Fuck... Poor girl. It's okay. "

The succubus' embrace is comforting, though such comes as no surprise. She pats your back lovingly and tucks your sticky, puffed face into the crook of her neck, where her droopy horns and fluffed hood shield you from the world.

It's unclear how much time passes with the demoness simply kneeling before you, allowing you to sob and sniffle like a baby.

" ... Better? Can I take you home with me, sweetheart? You need a shower, something to eat. Me and the girls can help you figure things out later. "

The noise you make against the woman's shoulder is more of a reactive mumble than anything.

She stands slowly, pulling you along. You refuse to take your head off her front.

" No one will bother you ever again. Not when I'm here. "

You couldn't see the toothy grin on her face.

Perhaps it's for the best.

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reaction from Obie, Shags, Xiko, and Mooncalf when their obsession falls asleep against them?

You fall asleep against them

Obie finds this extremely adorable. He's careful about making less noise chewing or touching bags. Now that he thinks about it, it was probably his happy rumbling that lulled you to sleep. A clean hand gently scrapes clawtips against your scalp as he prepares to doze off as well.

Shags is thrilled. Not many people would feel comfortable dozing off against someone so lanky and oozing. He was midway through an aimless ramble about cryptids when he realizes his soft murmuring tone might have caused you to fall asleep a while ago. The shroom gently tries to hold you closer to himself, swooning.

Xiko likes it when you fall asleep on his lap. He's often in long phone calls with people, and you're tugged along so he can entertain himself with contact. He laughs inwardly at the sight of you, making a silent promise to take you out and buy something nice for behaving so well. You deserve it.

Mooncalf stays still like stone. He's not usually this calm, so it may be true that he wanted you to fall asleep. He's got a surprise planned for you, so the fae merely listens to your smooth heartbeat as he brings you to his pocket cottage and disposits you in a fluffy bed. It should smell like you.

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What if Mooncalf's obsession has a kid before they met?

[Assuming single parent household.]

Oh ho ho, this gets dark fast.

Children are easily amused, and fey are all about entertainment and distractions.

For a week or so, you believe your kid either made up an imaginary friend, or simply has been playing too many silly horror games online.

Then Mooncalf shows up in your life, and you realize things are very serious. He's very real. And he's very powerful, if your child's recollections of certain events are taken at face value.

It's exceedingly easy for the fae to walk circles around your kid, something Mooncalf happily does in order to earn their favor. After all, he's perpetually jolly and weird, he's very capable of spoiling your kid, and has a limitless arsenal of unique thingamajigs in his "pocket".

Maybe your own child starts getting upset when you try to shoo Mooncalf. Maybe they do anything to try to convince you otherwise, villanizing you in their natural inability to perceive the situation for what it is. Dangerous.

In fact, your kid is already convinced that you and Mooncalf are a couple! Which is a little lame to them, but they're not complaining when their days have gotten so much more exciting.

The best case scenario here is probably to play along until you can think of something. This doesn't only placate Mooncalf, it keeps your child from experiencing unnecessary dramas and trauma.

Because, make no mistake, your own kid has become a pawn Mooncalf expertly twirls around the board to force you into his hands.

He would never lay harm to the kid, the fae told you this much.

But that doesn't mean Mooncalf can't take them away.

Forever.

Be his. Surrender to his love.

Or your child will disappear into his pocket dimension for as long as it takes to wear your spirit down.

Naturally, the more time one spends trapped in a fae's pocket dimension, the less human they become.

Perhaps your child will never get to grow and live their own life, existing as a mischievous fae-touched critter whose only trace of humanity might be the shade of your own eyes, hidden behind the glaze of perpetual delusion.

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How would Patches be if his firefly turned into a feral beast? Controlled by hunger, fear... lust.

How would he react? Would he just try to keep them in a cage?

There's definitely always the hope that he can fix you.

After all, if he put you in this state, then there has to be something he can poke and twist to put you back into shape. He wouldn't do something permanent to you. Hopefully.

What even is the definition of permanent when your biology is so elastic?! Just look at him, do you even know half the things Patches put his own body and self through? If he can make it with his lucidity intact, then you must be no different.

The dullahan will subject your feral self to horrors that your mind can no longer fathom, pulling you apart and piecing you back together in ways that even his own coworkers don't want to glimpse at.

He will fix you. He will put you back together. No matter how much you howl and cry and swipe at him.

Sometimes, be swears he can hear Krulu's low, demented laugh behind him...

Other times, Patches' confidence falters, and he resorts to trying to get you to respond to him, to recognize your own name.

You look at him with anger and fear from the tortures slowly deforming you, coweing against cold metallic bars. Then with indifference, as the ability to hold grudges would require intellect that is no longer there.

More than once, you've shambled your way to the undead and tugged at his clothes, huffing, puffing until you find his dick.

There's a creeping horror in Patches' soul as he realizes you're like an animal.

And so help him, he's not vile enough to fuck an animal that looks like you.

You're still there. You must still be there.

He will fix you.

[eldritch-spouse]

Okay imagine with me here, Obie has had a crush on a female friend of his (he seems like the kind of guy who just makes friends everywhere he goes) but he thinks she doesn’t like him. Cut to female friend literally flirting like their life depends on it but he’s just being dumb so finally she calls him up at like 1am like

“Hey Obie mind coming over? My vibrator just broke and I need some help.”

(This has nothing to do with the fact that mine literally just broke what are you talking about)

[My condolences. I shall attend the funeral. There is no warrior quite like a woman's favorite vibrator.]

Obie stops munching on the bag of crusty, greasy, trashy chips beside him.

The layer of orange dust around his mouth forms a garish clown lipstick that accentuates how he feels in this moment.

" Uh- You're not asking me to fix it. "

" I'm not. "

He gulps, a silence settles.

Obie wants to ask you why you didn't say anything sooner, why you didn't hit him over the head with a fucking chair until he got it. He's stupid. It's probably his fault. His own self-esteem blinds him to reality, to the people around him.

This is not the time for any of that however.

The world just gave him a chance to not be a fucking loser, for once. Obie jumps up, wiping his mouth on his arm and sprinting to the bathroom.

" Ya. Give me ten. "

[eldritch-spouse]

Oooo~

What about Cero with the mind reader???

Oh. Cero's mind is a lot.

Any Icon's mind is, but Cero tends to be one of the more hectic ones.

You'll find that a lot of his arrogance and seething cynicism is genuine. Cero is a truly disgustingly petulant man who derives joy from putting others beneath him and crushing their egos to a fine pulp. The intent you get from him is overwhelmingly nefarious and sadistic.

Even when it comes to you, there's still a muted sense of sadism in his emotional state. Yes, it's evident that Cero loves you, but even you must sit below him. Cero's happiest moments are when you hang by his side and drink in his every word, and if you're willing to put up with that expectation, you get to feel his damn near bursting pride of you, his possessiveness seeping into the walls of wherever you are.

Cero feels somewhat threatened when you see through him, because his role demands that no one should be able to see his true colors. While this can cause him to initially retract, in spite of his apparent joy regarding your "perception skill"- Cero comes to the conclusion that you're already the only one who can make him vulnerable, mind reading ability or not, so he does his best to fully trust you with his emotions.

To compensate, you will now be present to clue him into the emotional states of people he does business with. Especially those who are contractually tethered to him or the Ring of Pride.

While the King does come to feel like this is another incredible trait of an already perfect Queen, the initial stages of your relationship will be filled with a constant coil of conflicting emotions.

[eldritch-spouse]

A fi I read earlier inspired this idea. A secret restaurant on earth for demons that can go to eat someone's period blood. the humans who are on their period visit to get pampered and even paid while the demons are eating them out.

TW: Period oral (shocker)

This is precisely the type of thing Vorago wants to make reality.

And if he can't inspire a desire for willing participants in Gluttony, then at least the surface would see it as valuable.

Having some wrathful blood in him, Vorago is particularly carnivorous for a glutton, and the taste of blood paired with his infatuation regarding humans is an excellent combo.

While some demons and monsters are simply there to get their cravings satisfied -the place seems to particularly attract vampires- Vorago gets to splurge and establish a connection with the person he'll be eating from.

Perhaps it's the romantic in him, but the experience is so much better when he knows your name. When he gets a feel for your character, when you share stories in-between the moments he's shoving his tongue between trembling legs...

Just don't bond too much with Vorago. He might want to keep you.

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You sigh in relief. “Thank you. It's so hard to get things with a bun in the oven.” The mushroom man gives you your dropped wallet. You look at his glowing blue eyes. “Say, have we met before? You feel familiar.”

The shroom grins, pearly whites poking over that thick scarf.

" Don' mention it, ma'am. It was makin' me hurt just lookin' at you. "

Morell's laugh is loud and jolly, contagious even. He didn't need to look into your wallet to know your name.

" I see so many strangers on tha daily- " He starts, grin softening. " I think ah'd remember a pretty lady like yerself. "

It's cheesy, it's sappy. But somehow, it tends to land.

" Morell. " A big blue hand is offered, delicately grasping yours. " If yer alone- " Like he doesn't already know you are. " I can help ya carry all this... "

[eldritch-spouse]

Hi Pinnie! I was wondering if Morell gives his beloved piggy food that enrich fertility or just, rawdog and hope that the very low chance of shroom-human pregnancy occurs. Honestly, I wouldn't mind being spoiled by him whether it be through food or cock :3

Morell is not very big on fertility medicines, chemical enhancers or magics of any kind. It takes persistence, and desperation from his part, to convince him to use such things.

This shroom is all about the natural. Ingredients known to increase fertility in human women are something he's been studying for a while, putting focus on meals that he thinks will prepare for your body for pregnancy. First, you need to put on a little weight- Then, meals that stir sexual appetite will follow. Lastly, he reads up on dietary measures for uterus health.

Don't worry about him, he's got his part of the whole ordeal sorted already.

In the midst of this preparation is also a lot of rawdogging, yes. He'll make it a point to regularly push your legs up or have you ass up when he finishes, kissing whatever parts of you he can reach while he holds you in said position for a few minutes. Surely, it helps.

Oh and, he hasn't forgotten about your period since the first time you've had it in his care. Morell has your cycle tracked down too, so he's extra attentive to any fluctuations there.

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https://www.tumblr.com/eldritch-spouse/780925157108842496/pinnie-did-you-ever-write-about-putting-boba-balls?source=share

This but with Nebul after watching him do his little stint with jacking over Pearl while sounding himself. Let him finish, sigh, and then just, "damn, been craving boba. Wish i could suck it out of your dick like a straw." Then proceed to go into an in depth explanation on how I would insert the treats and then suck his soul out. Thank you very much for the meal. I shall pat my mouth cheekily with a napkin.

[UNHINGED.]

The genuine shock that would overcome him. Looming over you, more than sure he had your completely enraptured attention.

You can't see it in his lack of face, but the pause speaks for itself.

" What compels you to say such things? "

Are you seriously going to make him research about the possibility of such?

[eldritch-spouse]

im seeing jonesy is obssesed over miara's charm, then what is sol's relationship like to charm then? tyyy

Sol's relationship to Charm is a lot more distant than Jonesy's, primarily because Jonesy became Miara's right hand, and Sol is merely a dominion under her control. There's not much of a reason for him to interact with Charm beyond necessity or cordial events. He still thinks brightly of Charm, because Mother would never welcome a subpar human into her divine loving arms.

While obsession could spark, it would depend on Charm's attitude entirely.

It's more likely Sol will seek people he can come off as a hero to. He's quite obsessed with that idea.

[eldritch-spouse]

Are you alright with people writing/posting fics of your OCs as long as proper credit is given (obvi)? Kalymir and Zizz are giving me immense muse but wanted to ask before I committed, because I got manners and shit. 🖤

I will always appreciate the simple act of asking before doing, so thank you anon.

You're totally free to write about my ocs, in SFW or NSFW ways, given there's some form of credit yes. I will probably reblog it!

I only ask that you respect the same limits stated here when handling them (the basic gist of hard limits, in my pinned post). This shouldn't happen, but if I ask you to take one post down for some reason, please do.

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Hey pin, I'm the one who sent in that ask about the study buddies and I gotta say...

Imagining cero in the corner of my room glaring at me with vitriol whenever I get distracted from studying is somehow both hysterical and motivating. I studied 200 slides over yesterday and today.

So... Thank you :3

Kudos to you, I absolutely hate studying under pressure.

You're very welcome! If picturing him cracking a crop whip helps, then feel free to. It's not entirely out of the realm of possibilities.

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Since angels like Belo would be very reverent of someone they view as their Lord/Lady, it makes me wonder if said Person was a witch and had a familiar, would the Angels also hold said spirit in high regard? Because all things considerd, a familiar is a witch's right hand.

Also, witchcraft fun fact! Familiars don't have to be animals, a witch's familiar can also be a object, kinda like a vessel for the entitiy to work with. I know of Witches that have crystal skulls and and grandfather clocks as familiars.

[I knew they could be objects, to a degree. But if you told me a witch had a lightbulb as a familiar I'd squint.]

Depends.

Angels naturally don't approve of lessers performing magics. There's a reason your type isn't very good with magic from the get-go. Magic is the art of siadar, which is why monsters have more capacity to transform and harness it than you. Nevertheless, when an angel sees you as their Lady, they have already somehow slotted you amongst siadar, they have already broken their rules for you.

Now, a lower ranking angel, such as the ones in the Worker cast (guardians and principalities, for example), may be completely okay with this. They will care for your familiar the same way they would oversee a particularly fragile lesser and even understand if you decided that their life means less than this familiar.

A warrior angel (such as dominions and powers) will judge your familiar if they find it to be particularly unimpressive. To them, being your right-hand means being able to protect you and enforce your will. They don't see inanimate objects as capable of doing so, and thus might think it illogical -Oh, the heresy- of you. They wrestle with conflicting feelings about the matter.

A worshipper angel (like seraphim and thrones), has zero qualms asserting that they can do more for you than your familiar. It makes no sense that such a thing should be your right-hand when they are the most apt beings on this planet to carry out your will. Where have these angels failed, for you to see them as inferior than a conduit for a spirit? They will fight for that position until their last breath.

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I too, don't like kisses, so Krulu would never have to lower himself to my Level.

That man child is NEVER getting a kiss from me, he has nothing to worry about :]

Unfortunately, if he decides you should kiss any part of him, you will.

Resistance is hard, when dealing with Krulu.