#argenti nsft

[rrcensft]

i cannot comprehend top argenti x bottom boothill, not because bottom boothill is weird. that man is such a subby switch service top softie

what i dont get is top argenti. yes of course he could top if he wanted to, but why would he want that??? hes got so much in his life that he has to be hyper in control of that i feel like the idea of topping would be exhausting to him

boothill also has so much in his life thats out of control that i feel like him being the top would be comforting to him

argenti is absolutely a brat tho

[woundedoves]

How They Would Suck Your Blood: Vampires (Argenti, Caelus, Kaveh, Childe x Bottom GN!Reader) Headcanons Part 3 (NSFW)

˚⟡˖ ࣪part 1 ⋆౨ৎ˚part 2

a/n: vampires…. hngf

CW: blood obviously, insecurities on kaveh’s part, reader is a switch on kaveh’s part. not proofread!

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Argenti

⋆ The fact that his immortality and life depends on mortals, he who needs alive beings to sustain his undead body, thinks that the balance of it all is fascinatingly beautiful. It’s a delicate balance, just like life itself, human blood is needed for a vampire’s survival and thus to avoid extinction of humans and their sustenance the vampires have to co-exist with them as peacefully as they can manage. He believes every human’s blood is magnificent in their own ways, they all have a unique taste that he adores, and yet, they don’t nearly come close to yours. He would describe the texture as silky smooth, the smell of the roses created from Idrila’s own hands, the taste is as heavenly as one can get, the loving embrace of the sun on a chilly day, the refreshing brush of wind on your skin on a summer day. It’s so bewitching; you feel divine.

⋆ Your body feels so warm against his, your heartbeat so soothing, your lips so soft and inviting as he sinks his fangs into your beautiful veins, your blood streaming down to your fingers as he feeds on you from your wrists. Yet, it doesn’t hurt, it’s like the prickle you feel on your fingers as you pick up a rose, hurts for a second but the beauty you witness just before you is worth a lifetime of pain. He looks so ethereal, his nightgown hugs his body so well, you have a matching one, of course, his tied up hair cascading like a waterfall down onto his shoulders as his rosy lips are smudged with your blood.

⋆ He gently lays you on the bed as all lights are off except for the candles he’s brought out just for this feeding session, which smell divine, slowly takes off your nightgown as he peppers kisses to your lips, neck, collarbones, going down, down…

⋆ He is very gentle with you, makes sure that his fingers alone provide enough simulation to ease the pain of his fangs as they sink into your neck, feeling his dick throb when you moan and grind your hips against his, his brain numb with the taste of your blood and the feeling of your body, completely lost within you as he feels your body become stiff under him, cumming with just his fingers and his fangs biting down on you, how adorable.

⋆ Other times when he has you, driving his cock in and out of your tight quivering hole as he moans your name, your blood dripping down from his chin as he has your arms above you with his hands keeping them in place as he slams his hips down onto your ass over and over again until his cock throbs, twitches and with a final shove cums inside as both of you cry out in ecstasy. Moments like that, when you two become one, never leave his mind, if he had to describe divine beauty, he would talk of you, your body on full display, the fresh bite mark still bleeding as you feel mind-numbing pleasure, your body shaking with climax: that is divine beauty to him, he’s sure Idrila would agree.

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Caelus

⋆ Doesn’t really care that much as long as he can keep himself from hurting the ones he cares about, he hosts a stellaron nothing that happens to his body can faze him more than that. That being said, once they save you from the clutches of a once beautiful but now ruined planet, and you become a nameless alongside him, he doesn’t expect to get long with you so well! You match his energy, don’t force him to talk when he feels down, you even get him trashcan trinkets like keychains, glasses, plushies when you explore the planets with them. He’s always grateful, loves to game with you, he doesn’t need sleep, and you do your best to stay up as late as you can with him, the calming rhythm of your heartbeat and breathing helps ease his mind as he continues to game. He adores these moments the most, the silent and peaceful as he curls up beside you for your warmth.

⋆ Either not horny at all or insatiably horny when feeding on you, it’s a gamble. Loves having you on his lap when he feeds on you, he’s a messy eater though, gets it all over his clothes and yours so you’ve just decided to go naked when he feeds on you. The first time you do this, you see him blush, but he doesn’t comment on it, then as he’s feeding on you, you hear these little muffled whimpers coming out of him as you feel his hard-on press against your ass, teasing as you grind down, and you feel a muffled moan of your name against your skin.

⋆ You’re such a tease to him, and he’s so shy about it, whines as you grind on his cock, your hole so tight around his throbbing dick as he feeds from your neck, you taste so fucking good he doesn’t wanna stop. He fucking loves the way you move your hips, he already came inside when he bit down, crying out from overstimulation as you don’t stop your hips for one second, milking his weeping cock for its worth as you use it like your personal sex toy.

⋆ Loves seeing only the bottom half of your body naked as you game, your shirt haphazardly thrown as you game on his switch, spreading your legs when you notice him and of course you know he wants to feed on your thighs. It's so hot to him how nonchalant you are about it, he drags his tongue over your sex first as he indulges himself in the taste of you, the way you shiver slightly when you’re close to cumming, moaning as he makes sure to take all of your cum on his tongue, he wants to mix it in with your blood as he bites down on your inner thigh and sucks; the taste just as addicting as he thought. Whimpering ad humping your bed like a desperate mutt as he feels his body shake with arousal just from your taste, you tell him he has to wait until you finish the last stage of your game; then he can fuck you as much as he likes. He whines in protest but can’t stop feeding on you as you continue to play your game with a satisfied expression on your face.

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Kaveh

⋆ Very messy about it, doesn’t know how to accept himself. You and Al-Haitham are what keep him alive and well-fed, Al-Haitham can’t feed him so that’s why you’re the one that frequently feeds him, he finds you more comforting than him too. Plus you’re his boyfriend so in your mind, it makes perfect sense. There are many nights where you can find him in deep thought, sudden tears flow from his beautiful eyes as he clings onto you for support, you listen to his troubles and soothe his worries, he isn’t a monster; just another life form, different doesn’t mean evil.

⋆ Very much depends on if he’s too tired to fuck or not but, he really likes having sex while feeding on you. Just the raw feeling of his dick thrusting in and out of your whole while your thighs quiver, his fangs sucking blood from your chest as he gives a light lick to your nipple to feel you shiver under him; makes him forget all of his worries, even if for a moment.

⋆ Loves biting down just as you’re about to cum, you make the prettiest sounds when he does that, he’s addicted. Your smell is a huge source of comfort, when he’s exhausted and his body is all sore, he smells you as you walk to your house, he can’t wait to be in your arms and slowly feed on you.

⋆ Fantasizes a lot about having sex in a body of water, just the coolness of the water hitting your body as the tingling pleasure of his fangs spread throughout your body; he wants to see you all ruined and a begging mess like that.

⋆ He climbs on your lap when he’s unbearably needy as he grinds his ass down on your crotch, begging for you to just take all of his worries away, have him all to yourself. Such a whiny bottom, whimpers as he bites down on your neck, your cock/strap dragging along his walls as he feels his dick tingle and throb from the stimulation of it all. Loves to be on your lap as you give him a hand job with your fingers being covered in blood as just a few minutes ago you made him suck on them like it was your dick/strap after he just fed on you, his cum and your blood mix together as you fist his cock; feeling it throb on your palm as his hips stutter, and he cums with a cry of your name.

⋆ If you wear clothes that expose your collarbone, or thighs, or belly, he can’t help himself, he will keep looking and staring until you tell him to come and feed on you because his puppy eyes are too cute to resist.

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Childe

⋆ Kind of happy because on one side it gives him even more advantage in battle, enhances his fighting prowess and skills, but… He can’t go out with his siblings in the daylight anymore, which means he barely gets to see them and rarely has dates with you because he’s always busy at night. He makes up for it by showering you in gifts and his love when he can though, he’s a loving man, and he’ll never make you forget just how much he adores you.

⋆ That being said, he fucking loves the taste of your blood. It’s like, he gets the same rush from drinking your blood as he gets a rush from fighting a powerful being, it’s so fucking addicting, makes all of his senses go numb as he grips your thighs tightly and grind his hips down onto your own.

⋆ Loves quickies, whenever he has even a sliver of free time, seeks you out and has you wherever he can. Doesn’t even undress properly, takes you to a back alley, takes his cock out and fucks you until you’re a dumb cock whore on his dick as he sinks his fangs into your neck, his muffled groaning echoing back as he drives his cock in and out of your hole, your taste, and body is just so damn addicting.

⋆ When he can take his time with you, it’s always a marathon, he has stamina for days, won’t stop unless you really are hurting.

⋆ Your ass, thighs, belly will be bruised and covered in bites when he’s done with you.

⋆ Loves to have you doggy style as he grips you by the waist and slams you down on his dick over and over again as your hole tightens around his cock so fucking deliciously, licks his lips as he bites down on your back, making you cry out with surprise as you clench around his throbbing dick, feeling his pre-cum buildup inside you as he slams his hips down a few more times and cums inside with a twitch of his cock, both of you moaning in pure, tainted ecstasy as he doesn’t stop his thrusts until you cum; withdrawing his fangs only until you do, lapping up the bloodstains on your back as his thrusts slow down to a more gentle pace, bloody lkiss prints all over your spine when he’s done.

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[deer-fic-fics]

“O-oh my god!” “God’s not here. Say my name instead.”

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: handjob (Argenti receiving), degradation (Argenti receiving), sacrilege/blasphemy towards an Aeon, worship kink (reader receiving… kinda)

Info: GN, Dom, Sadistic Reader

Argenti babbling on and on about Idrila while you’re touching him gets old quickly.

Argenti tosses his head back against the pillows, auburn locks splayed like rays of the setting sun around his flushed, fucked-out face. His hips rock mindlessly against your hand as he grips desperately at your waist, your back, anything to keep you close… and he breathlessly mutters praises about how good it feels. It might be flattering— if he didn’t keep mentioning them.

You still your hand, willing yourself to keep your patience. Argenti looks up at you pleadingly, a clueless whine of “why?” leaving his lips.

You scoff, shoving your thumb into his mouth. “Idrila this, Idrila that. Is Idrila the one holding you? Is Idrila the one fucking you stupid?”

You lean in close, “are you looking into Idrila’s eyes right now, or mine?”

Argenti’s eyes widen, wanting to protest that Idrila is in all beauty— more shit you don’t want to hear. You press your thumb into his tongue harder, making him wince and twitch against your palm. “Shut up.”

He lets out a high whine, but doesn’t try to argue.

“That’s what I thought,” you sneer, roughly dragging your hand up his length. He whimpers piteously and sucks at your thumb, eyes rolling into the back of his head. “I’m the one who makes you feel so good. I’m the one you ought to be worshipping…”

Argenti spills over your fist with a low, devastated moan that rings through your mind. All you can think of is how you want to hear it again, and again, and again. Feverishly, you stroke him harder, using his cum as lube. Argenti whines and winces, teeth accidentally digging into your thumb.

All you can do is laugh. “What would Idrila think if they could see you now?”

[philistiniphagottini]

Your Resplendence

I finally get to post this yay! :D Merry Christmas @imastrangeone98 my absolute Tumblr bestie. Please check them out, they are so chill and fun to hang around. Hope you enjoy your present :)

Cw: smut, fem!reader, MDNI

NSFW below the cut

"You look beautiful; truly incandescent. A lustrous beauty that sets my heart and soul astir…"

The way Argenti purred your name with a husky whisper made your bare skin prickle with heat, blood smouldering in your veins as warmth simmered in the pit of your stomach. You moaned softly, long lashes brushing against your burning cheeks as Argenti leisurely thrust his drooling cock into your creamy pussy, slow enough for you to feel every vein and ridge on his steadily pulsing dick. You wedged your lips between your teeth, biting at the kiss swollen skin as warmth trickled down your spine and continued to coil in your belly, making every hair on the nape of your neck stand up in anticipation. You dug your fingers into the sweat-soaked sheets beneath you, the fabric clinging to your clammy skin and offering little comfort. 

"Argenti" you moaned, releasing your bruised lips as you called his name. 

Your heart felt like it was lodged in your throat as you panted harshly, thighs tensed around his slender waist as he rolled his hips, nudging his swollen arousal deeper into you with every sensual push. Your nails scraped across the sheets, threatening to tear holes into the material as you cried out with bliss, the friction of his hips causing fireworks to spark in the depths of your core. You stared up at Argenti with eyes as dazed as your mind, head feeling dizzy from all the sensations swirling inside of you. A dazzling smile graced Argenti's lips as he rubbed his hands along the length of your smooth thighs, your pulse racing frantically beneath the press of his fingers. 

"Are you enjoying this?" he asked.

You nodded, sweaty bangs clinging to your forehead as the pinch between your brows started to ease. You timidly licked your lips, swallowing around the lump in your throat as you struggled to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth long enough to form a response.

"Yes" you replied, breath tapering off as another salacious moan tickled the back of your throat. "You feel so good, Argenti."

You dug your feet into the beautiful dip of his back, your heels slapping against rippling muscles that flexed with each slow and powerful thrust that rocked your core. Your chest heaved and tits bounced with every punctuated thrust into your soaked pussy, pearls of your arousal dripping down the sides of his thick girth and staining the insides of your thighs. Your breathing wavered as Argenti grabbed your hips, fingers sinking into your plush skin as he dragged you closer, cock splitting open your velvety folds as he rutted into you until you could feel him pushing against your most sacred places. Your eyes rolled as you threw your head back, spine curving as the most sinful noise spilled from your mouth, dripping from your tongue like warm honey. You could feel the tension in your stomach tensing, coil winding impossibly tight as you were pushed closer and closer to that familiar edge. It was hard for you to uncross your eyes as Argenti massaged his cock against your tight walls, the fat tip brushing intimately against your sweet spot as your toes curled into the soles of your feet.

"Argenti, please" you gasped. "Harder please."

A warm chuckle breezed past his lips as you writhed so exquisitely underneath him, your face contorted and flushed with bliss as the taste of sweet nirvana lingered on the tip of your tongue. He soothed his hands over your thighs, pushing your knees closer to your chest as he leaned forward.

"Do not fret, I am here" he cooed. 

He indulged in your pleas to go faster, a slew of soft grunts and heavy panting spilling from his slick lips as his hips shuddered. Sweat dotted his brow and his jaw tensed as he concentrated on hitting the soft, gummy patch inside you that made stars waver in your vision. You voiced your pleasure as it echoed around your stuffy bedroom, your high-pitched keens gracing his ears like a chime from a shimmering bell. 

"Beautiful" Argenti praised. "Such a splendid voice. What a pretty little robin you are."

His eyebrow twitched as your walls clamped around him for a few brief seconds, your body gripping onto him like you were silently afraid that he would leave. A deep purr rumbled in his chest as he squeezed your hips, your pulse wavering under his gentle caress.

"Oh my, you're gripping me so tightly."

His hands wandered from your hips, the tips of his fingers tracing a path of fire that made your skin tingle. His hands briefly lingered over the cute little bump where his dick was ravaging your insides, your insides turning to mush around the shape of his cock as he lovingly traced his fingers over the cute bulge in your soft belly. The maelstrom inside of you continued to grow and twist out of control as his hands trailed over your chest, large palms squeezing your soft breasts appreciatively before skimming over your arms. You were engulfed in Argenti's shadow as he leaned forward, his forehead pressed against yours as his hands continued to trail over your arms, the sensitive pulse in your wrist jumping under the intimate press of his skin. You whined underneath him, a constellation of unshed tears clinging to the edges of your lashes as your stomach burned, aching to release the tension in your core as the head of his cock teased against your cervix. His voice was a soothing balm, his breath hot against your cheeks as he pressed his rosy lips so tantalisingly close. 

"It's okay. I have you, love" he whispered gently. 

Long, luscious locks of flaming red hair spilled over your shoulders, creating a curtain around your face as wisps of silk tickled your sensitive skin. You could barely utter his name, grabbing desperately at his hands as your fingers intertwined, your nails scratching his knuckles when he squeezed you with reassurance. The pressure of his abdomen against your throbbing clit made your head swirl, your bones aching and ready to turn to dust as you grind against him, voice catching in your throat as you were driven to the peak. You couldn't talk anymore, could scarcely breathe as you stared into Argenti's emerald gaze, losing yourself in their alluring depths.

Argenti's lips brushed against yours as he spoke in a rich voice, tongue tasting the sweetness of your lips when you mewled. 

"Let go. I've got you. Just let go."

Upon his command the tension snapped, the hot coil inside you shattered into a million tiny fragments. You didn’t even recognise your own voice as you screamed with rapture, your orgasm tearing through your body and flooding your veins with white hot euphoria. You jerked underneath Argenti, walls clamping down on his cock as you whined and mewled with complete abandon, feet kicking at his strong thighs as you tried to hold on through the violent tremors that wracked your body without remorse. Your nerves shocked you like a live wire as they frayed and overloaded, your slick juices coating Argenti’s thick girth and spilling forth onto his abdomen as your greedy pussy swallowed him whole with a lewd squelch.

Argenti swallowed the budding saliva on his tongue, feeling lightheaded and dazed by your bare body in the throes of pure ecstasy. His dark lashes fluttered over his burning hot cheeks, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as your plush walls squeezed him impossibly tight, smothering his boiling cock until he cried your name to the heavens. Your scent curled in his lungs with each deep breath he took, overloading his senses until he felt drunk off the feeling.

"So beautiful, so good" Argenti babbled, hips stuttering as the tension inside his gut finally reached a boiling point. "I…ngh-"

He could barely finish his sentence before he was stumbling into his own mind-numbing rapture, burying himself to the hilt inside you with a gorgeous moan, balls tight and cock kicking with each heavy spurt of his cum. Ropes of his hot, viscous seed coated your walls, the warmth making your abdomen tingle as you were filled to the brim with every last drop. The warmth overflowed and dribbled down your quaking thighs, your pussy still clenching tight around Argenti’s cock as it kept your centre plugged and stuffed full. His hard pants mingled with your own laboured breathing, his clammy skin sticking to yours as wisps of hair stuck to the side of his face.

"My love" he murmured gently. "You were magnificent. You took me perfectly."

His hands soothed the ache in your muscles as he traced butterfly kisses along your face, lips ghosting over yours as your pulse continued to pound your head and fill your ears with the incessant buzz. You hummed beneath him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, ushering him closer as he smothered you with spine tingling kisses. His hands gently pat your thighs as he pulled his softening cock out of you with a wet pop, causing your thighs to ache when you tried to press them together only for them to slip from the slick sticking to your skin.

"Are you alright? How do you feel?" Argenti asked in a soothing voice.

You stared up at him with lidded eyes, a content purr tickling your throat as you rubbed your hands along the curve of his spine.

"I feel heavenly" you replied with a murmur.

A warm smile tilted Argenti’s lips as he swooped down to capture your lips in a chaste kiss. You responded kindly to the affection, huddling closer as your tongue greedily lapped at the saliva clinging to the edges of his plump lips.

"I shall prepare us a bath in a moment."

You hummed, pecking at the corner of his mouth. "I love you, Argenti."

Your words never failed to set his heart a flutter. "I love you too" he responded with a sweet kiss.

[c00kieguy]

i think everyone should know of this wooden dummy in the skysplitter

and of course, Argenti mention. The way he goes out of his way to compliment everyone and everything🌹

i can't believe they actually put all this dialogue in the game lol

[ballparkscubicle]

What if the only way they can express their love is to tear into each other's chests and eat the other's heart? What if they need to hurt the other because its the only way they know how to love? What if they need to fuck while covered in their combined blood? And what if they cuddle afterwards and call each other stupid nicknames?

[honorcladrose]

Should misfortune befall you, do not hesitate to call upon me. I will protect you.

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an addition to this ^^

gang are we fucking with this im kind of fucking with this

[deer-fic-fics]

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

Consider: lazily milking Argenti’s cock while the two of you lay in bed together. He’s basking in the afterglow of his first orgasm, all sparkles and rosy blush, when you drag your fingers through the mess he made of his own stomach. Argenti twitches at your touch, crystalline eyes flying open to stare at you incredulously as you lower yourself down. He whimpers, fighting the urge to look away that washes over him. He can’t look away and risk missing such beauty— but his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your tongue lapping up his release anyway, instinctually biting his own fist to stifle his groans. He thinks he might die and see Idrila right then and there as you take his soft, overly sensitive cock into your hands and clean it with your tongue, too, paying special attention to roughly swipe your tongue against the divot in the head of his cock.

[deer-fic-fics]

Pillow talks with Argenti have gotta be something else… man’s liable to overstimulate you into a stupor, or else beg for you to the same to him— except he never loses that silver, overactive tongue of his for long. Imagine laying there exhausted, trying to go to sleep afterwards and he goes on and on, waxing poetic about about how you feel, how you taste, how you smell, how divine you made him feel… at least, I imagine he’d keep his voice down to a whisper rather than his usual loud proclamations, playing with your hair or gently tracing your skin with wonder, so maybe you could still fall asleep.

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

[deer-fic-fics]

Argenti seems like the kind of guy to get on his knees and beg to let him taste you. Literally worships you, kissing his way from your ankle to your knee to the inside of your thigh, if you’ll let him. He neglects his own pleasure, cock throbbing and untouched, his hands kneading your thighs or pulling your hips closer. He probably moans and tears up a little if you play with his hair, or pull it. Hell, you’ll probably have to pull him off by their hair anyway, to avoid getting overstimulated. He just can’t help himself… you look too beautiful when you’re immersed in pleasure.

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

[deer-fic-fics]

Argenti’s Questionable Tastes

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: dangerous kinks, unsafe kinks, literally a kink for danger/death, taking ‘la petit mort’ a little too seriously, no actual death though. Mentions of fucking into Argenti, but it can be interpreted as a strap or a cock.

Do you think Argenti cums a little harder when he thinks he’s in danger? The adrenaline and the thought of catching a glimpse of Idrila pulling him out of his right mind?

Dragging Argenti into an alley with monsters nearby, touching him through his clothes and telling him to be quiet unless he wants to get ambushed, only to have to clamp your hand over his mouth anyway because he gets a little too excited…

Bending him over a high-up railing as you take him from behind, letting him look down at the precarious fall awaiting if he should lean just a little too far…

[c00kieguy]

Argenti heart shaped pubes...

[c00kieguy]

where are the sub top reader fics btw...?

I want him to call me a good boy when i mount him. is that too much to ask??? the world is so cruel

[ballparkscubicle]

Adonis makes Rowan squirt and thinks he pissed on him 🤦

[ballparkscubicle]

Sleep Talking

Cw: mind control, gaslighting, domestic violence, bath sex

Summary: Adonis doesn't remember much, so he relies on his husband, Rowan, to take the lead, but something isn't right.

Adonis never liked public appearances. They took too long and far too many women flocked to and hung on him, but Rowan hated when he left his side, so here he stood in the middle of a gaggle of girls fawning over him. “Oh Lord Adonis, you're so strong!” One woman cooed as she groped his bicep.

Right, he wasn't a knight anymore. Adonis didn’t really remember how he came to be a noble. Rowan was engaged at the time he took him in when he was just a mercenary. The king didn't really talk about the time before Adonis lost his memory and became a paladin, and he himself obtained godhood. He claimed that it was due to it being too painful to remember after Mila ran away. Adonis didn't find himself believing that, though.

“E-excuse me… Lord- Lord Adonis?” A man with a cloak on had pushed his way to the center of the group of women. Adonis bristled. He didn't sense any ill will, but after years of fighting, he didn't trust men dressed to hide. As a paladin, he could tell when a person was a threat, and this visibly meek man wasn't one, but something about him made him uncomfortable.

“Yes?” Adonis asked, preparing to fight the man if necessary. The man couldn’t contain his excitement. Quickly raising his head and looking directly into his eyes. Adonis knew at that moment he was right to be uncomfortable. Something was wrong. His head swam, and he froze. Why was this man familiar? Why did a name come to the edge of his mind?

“I've been wanting to meet you-” Suddenly, a hand clamped over the familiar man's mouth. A person, obviously a witch, appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Hissing at the man to ‘not be an idiot’ and dragging him away. Although he wasn't human anymore, Adonis liked to act as if he were one, but something in him didn't want that man to be taken from him. Something snapped, and he reached out to grab the man. To rip him from the witch. To clutch him close and never let go.

“Agh!” Adonis felt a splitting pain in his head, stopping him from grabbing the man. He fell to his knees. Something at the back of his mind began to make itself known. It was trying to claw its way out of a cage. It was consuming him. A deep-seated, disturbing feeling filled Adonis’ chest. It was uncomfortable. It was choking him the way smoke would. Then, there was a hand on his shoulder. A soft voice pulled him from his anguish.

“Adonis, listen to my voice. Let it guide you.” Rowan spoke in such a firm, commanding tone that Adonis had no choice but to follow. “Deep breaths.” As instructed, he took deep breaths and calmed himself down. A familiar haze filled his mind. “Good. Let's go home. I'll have those people hunted down.” Adonis didn't want that, but he couldn’t speak against Rowan. No, it was wrong to go against his husband like that. He nodded and let the god pull him to his feet, but darkness tented the edges of his vision. The last thing he saw was Rowan's concerned face.

Adonis woke to silvery threads of hair tickling his nose. His face was buried in Rowan’s hair. This was normal. He often rested his head on his husband’s at night, but it felt wrong now. Carefully, he slipped out of bed after untangling himself from Rowan. The moon was bright. How long was he out? The curtains were never closed because Rowan loved the moonlight. Adonis hated it, though. It sometimes felt like part of him was burned by it. There was something dark in him that didn't want to see the light of day, never mind the light that reminded him of Rowan's very being.

“Adonis?” Rowan's faux groggy voice startled him. He swiveled around to look back at the god and his breath caught in his throat. His husband always looked perfect, but now he looked downright ethereal, his mussed hair giving a halo like effect in the moonlight. “Is everything alright?” Adonis knew Rowan was just asking as a courtesy. The god always knew more than he ever let on. His eyes were bright and alert as he watched his partner closely. Why did he always make him feel like one of those butterflies pinned to a board in Rowan’s study?

“I… yes…? No… I don't know…” Adonis admitted as he looked down. He was dressed in his night clothes, meaning Rowan had stripped and dressed him while unconscious. The god played with him like a doll. “What happened today? Or whenever that day was…” He prayed Rowan would pity him and give him an inkling of an idea. “Please,” He pleaded softly. For what, he didn’t know. He lifted his head when he heard the god get out of bed. Rowan stood there, looking up at him with a neutral smile. Adonis knew he wouldn't be getting what he wanted.

“You had a migraine. It knocked you out for three days.” What? Adonis couldn’t believe it was three days, but he knew Rowan wasn’t going to lie about what day it was. No, but he was lying about what knocked him out. “I apologize if you had preferred being woken up.” Of course, the god could wake someone from a coma.

“No. No…” Adonis sighed and reached up to touch the leather collar around his neck. He didn't really think of doing it most of the time. It had become a reflex for when he needed to ground himself. To try to remind himself of his place. “I… I just… did you see that man?” Rowan tilted his head. Of course, he had seen the man, Adonis knew it, but he had to know if his husband would be cooperative. “Like, like, did you see him. Do you know him?” The god asked why he was asking. “I- I felt like I knew him.” Adonis stated. He watched Rowan carefully. No reaction.

“Ah, that does seem to happen from time to time.” Despair filled Adonis. Rowan wasn’t going to give even an inch. “This has really affected you…” The god sighed, bringing his hand to his chin. “I will see about having those two killed.” Adonis jerked his hand away from the collar and shouted a desperate ‘no’ causing Rowan to raise an eyebrow. “Oh? Is there a problem? They have done nothing but harm to you, and yet you want them alive?” The way his husband spoke, Adonis knew there was more. Red flashed before his eyes. Unrelenting wrath pushed him forward.

Rowan was caught off guard but quickly regained his composure as Adonis pinned him to the floor. The god stared at him with calm, unblinking eyes. This only made whatever was possessing Adonis angrier. He pulled his fist back and punched Rowan with all of his strength. He continued to beat his husband’s face until he was bruised and bloody. The god only grunted at the impacts. Rowan could easily throw Adonis off of him, but he simply laid there. Even the sickening crunch of his nose breaking didn't cause more than a flinch.

“R-Rowan? Shit, shit! Sorry! I'm s-sorry!” Adonis gasped as he snapped out of his wrathful fog. Realized just how badly he had beaten his own husband, he instinctively checked for a pulse. There was one. It was a weak one, but it always was. “I… I don't know what came over me…” Tears stung his eyes. Rowan reached up to caress his face. Adonis watched numbly as the god's face healed. “I'm… shit… what's wrong with me? I'm a fucking animal…”

“It's okay, dear husband.” At those words, Adonis broke down. Everything came surging forward. It swept him away. Threatening to drown him. Tears streamed down his cheeks, falling onto the god’s face. Until Rowan spoke. “Yes you are not well, but I will help you control it.” His voice was soft and understanding. “However, you need to listen to me.” Adonis mumbled a soft ‘yes’ as he stood. “Now, why don't we clean up?” Rowan suggested as he let Adonis pull him to his feet. He turned on his heel to make his way to the bathroom. Leaving Adonis to stand there silently. “Are you coming?” He didn't look over his shoulder.

“Yeah, I'm coming,” Adonis strained as he walked forward. He wasn't right. There was something horribly wrong with him. Yet Rowan took care of him. He loved him. He saw him as a good person. “Rowan…” The god finally looked back at him. “I'm… there's something wrong with me… but you- you still love me. Why?” Adonis wasn't sure if he wanted to know. What if it was out of pity?

“Because, you're the only thing I care about.” Adonis was stunned. It was like a hit to the chest. “I have been stripped of anything that makes me human… at least I should have been.” Rowan looked away from him. “What made me human was my ability to feel sympathy and form connections through love. Be it platonic or romantic, but that has been taken. I don't care what happens to anyone, but you. I cannot care for anything the way I care for you.” Rowan looked forward again and ordered Adonis to come to the bathroom with him.

Rowan lit a few candles and turned on the water. Adonis was fascinated by the castle’s running water. The whole structure harnessed raw mana to heat and cool the water as well as deliver it throughout the castle. He didn't completely understand it, but it was amazing nonetheless. Adonis was surprised when Rowan went to the cabinet that held his special bath oils and pulled out three vials.

“These will help you relax.” Rowan had a sly smile. Though, the god’s smiles usually defaulted to cunning even if he was not scheming. “Lavender, camomile, and vetivert are very good for easing the mind and body.” He poured a bit of each vial into the warm water before gesturing for Adonis to get in. The man hesitated. He didn’t understand why. Maybe he was scared of hurting Rowan again or possibly the god hurting him. It wouldn't be the first time. “Well?” Rowan’s smile went down slightly. He almost looked hurt.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm coming.” Adonis didn't realize how much his body ached until he sunk into the warm water. A loud groan broke from his lips as he closed his eyes. Every inch of his body hurt. He didn’t flinch when Rowan's hands settled on either side of his neck. Gently massaging the tense muscles. Adonis moaned. It felt amazing. He knew Rowan was aroused from how heat began to spread throughout his body. The god’s effect on paladins was truly something else. He asked if it felt good. “Ungh, y-yeah!” Adonis panted.

“Good.” Rowan's voice was like honey. “Let me take care of you, dear husband.” Adonis just nodded. He whined when the god stopped touching him. He watched as Rowan joined him in the bath. “Here,” The god leaned forward and kissed Adonis, placing his hands on the man's knees to support himself. Rowan's lips were so soft against Adonis’ own rough ones. “Such a good boy…” He moaned as he moved his right hand to Adonis’ hardening cock. “You're perfect.” Only Rowan could see him as perfect.

“I think it's the other way around,” Adonis gunted. “I never deserved you. Now, I deserve you even less…” Rowan frowned against his lips. Pulling away to look at him sternly. The god was clearly going to lecture him. “I'm an unpredictable monster… I… I just don't get why you love me ‘s all…” Adonis watched his husband’s face soften.

“Because you're you.” Adonis just blinked at him. Rowan smiled and gently squeezed his cock. “Now let me show you.” He had forgotten the god had been holding his dick with how caught up in his feelings he was. Rowan raised up on his knees before lining Adonis’ cock up with his hole and sinking down on it. “You complete me.” If anything could make Adonis believe that they were built for each other, it was sex. They felt like puzzle pieces. Nothing could make him feel the way Rowan did.

“Fuck… ngh… I love you!” Adonis gasped as Rowan rode him slowly. He reached to grab the god and guide him to move faster. “You're perfect. You're the only one who understands me. You're the only one who- who cares.” He sobbed as Rowan smiled softly and leaned in to kiss him. Adonis wrapped his arms around Rowan's back, pulling him against his chest while continuing to thrust into him. Rowan moaned as Adonis got more desperate in his movements. “Shit! You’re tight,” He hissed as the god clamped down on him each time his cock head battered against that spongy spot inside him.

“H-heh, you're just- just fucking me good,” Rowan stuttered as he tried to form a sentence. Unlike most with a vagina and labia, Rowan didn’t need clitoral stimulation to get off as a god. Adonis had learned that his husband could orgasm from a particularly rough fucking nowadays. He was determined to make Rowan cum first. “Ooh, fuck!” The god moaned as he clawed at Adonis’ sides. It didn't hurt as much under water.

“Close?” Adonis tried to sound playful, but it came out more like a whine. Rowan just nodded, nails still digging into Adonis’ sides. “G-good, ‘cause I am too.” That knowledge seemed to be enough to push the god over the edge. Rowan's back arched as his cunt spasmed around Adonis's cock. Making him cum in turn. For a moment they both lay there. “We should go back to bed,” Adonis mumbled, not liking the lukewarm water.

“Mmhm.” Rowan carefully got out first, then came Adonis. “Come, you're tired,” He said as he dried himself off. Adonis got out of the porcelain tub and grabbed the towel from his husband, using it to dry himself. Rowan grabbed his hand and tugged him back to their large bed. Adonis noticed how the god had purposely gone to his side of the bed instead of his. He didn't want him to see his blood. He gritted his teeth in shame. Suddenly he was shoved onto the bed. “Enough standing around!” Rowan huffed, crawling into bed with him. “Now let's sleep.”

“Yeah.” Adonis mumbled as Rowan crawled onto his chest. The god laid his head over his heart. Something he always did when sleeping on Adonis’ chest. “Goodnight… I love you.” He said, staring at the ceiling. Rowan mumbled a response before telling him to go to sleep. “Okay.” He acted like it was easy to fall asleep, and maybe it was for him, but for Adonis, it was extremely hard. He was always on edge, but sleep came quickly tonight. It came out of nowhere. Like an assassin's blade, Adonis closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.