#king And queen of the demon realm... kiss

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𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₅˖₇ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, NSFW,  explicit content, teratophilia, orc/royalty!human, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, spit kink, sloppy kisses, size difference, somnophilia, slight voyeurism, orcish, reader loses all forms of etiquette and just babbles-- stupidly, belly bulge. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: as royalty it's your duty to marry and provide heirs for the kingdom, however, your parents have a different plan for you.

꒰m!orc ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

 𝐹or as long as you can remember, you have been allured by the forbidden. Whenever your parents commanded you to abstain from a certain act or sternly prohibited you from engaging in another, it ignited a fervor within your being. And inevitably, you succumbed to its allure.

Your relationship with your parents was not a harmonious one. From the time you were but a child, they made it abundantly clear that you were not conceived out of their love for one another, but rather out of an obligation to the throne. To them, you were an inconvenience, a mere hindrance that they longed to be rid of. Thus, you existed in a perpetual state of unease, forever uncertain of their next move.

The castle bustled with activity this week, the number of knights seemed to have multiplied, and your encounters with your parents grew scarce. Your daily meals together became non-existent- not that you were complaining. Instead, during supper, they scorned and mocked you—drawing comparisons to your elder cousin who had recently become betrothed to a Duke. You were aware that they would arrange a marriage for you; it was inevitable, but you hoped it would be to someone who would eventually cherish you as you would them.

Verily, this day seemed naught but a replica of the day prior—a day draped in melancholy. The heavens were adorned with clouds of a somber ashy hue, obscuring the radiant sun in its entirety, and permitting but a scant ray of light to penetrate. You lay sprawled on your bed; the clamor from beyond your door kept you from getting any sleep, so you opt to lay there, eyes shut and breathing even.

The two hefty thuds at your door jolt you awake, your eyes snapping to the entrance. A servant girl stood there, her gaze piercing, and her upper lip curled in a sneer. "The King and Queen request your presence for a meal in the dining chamber."

You release a heavy sigh and nod. "Yes, I shall join them shortly, Nadia." she scoffs and closes the door with a soft thud. Rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you rose from your bed, slipping into your shoes with a sense of resignation. Hastily, you arranged your disheveled hair and adjusted your attire in the mirror, preparing yourself for the impending encounter. Finally, summoning your resolve, you embarked on the descent towards the dining hall.

 Your stomach churns uncomfortably as you motion towards the knights, fingers twisting nervously as they swing open the heavy oak doors. Stepping into the chamber, you swiftly bow and linger there for a moment, awaiting permission to be seated. "Hail to the Sun and Moon of the realm." Your sire grunts and gestures for you to take a seat; you release a shaky breath and settle across from your mother, who pays you no mind.

Within the dining hall, a profound stillness prevails, accompanied solely by the gentle clatter of utensils upon porcelain plates. You dare to disrupt the silence, your heart constricting within your breast, burdened by your uneasiness. " Pray tell, have I heard true? Have the demons breached the borders, causing mayhem? Is that why the ranks of the noble knights have swelled in recent days?"

The older man looks up from his meal, steely eyes on your face. "I did not deem you astute enough to discern matters of such nature, but aye, it is true. The Orcs shall breach the barrier if we do not do something. The knights from Tvatian shall not grace us with their presence for a week's time, yet our defenses wane with each passing moment."

The sound of your mother's throat being cleared reverberates through the air, abruptly drawing your eyes towards her. "You shall soon attain the age of twenty, my dear. Do you have any intentions of entering into wedlock?" Her voice possesses a cloying sweetness, signifying her ulterior motives; she is forever scheming. As you carefully place your knife and fork on the table, you grant her your undivided focus. "Aye, mother," you reply, your words tinged with a touch of uncertainty.

With a disapproving click of her tongue, she gracefully lifted her goblet to her lips, attempting to conceal the mischievous grin that flickered across her features. "Verily, a little bird has whispered in my ear that Orcs take pleasure in having humans as mere playthings, using them as harlots and passing them amongst themselves. How dreadful."

 Your hands clench beneath the table, and you struggle to suppress the bile that threatens to rise. Your heart thumps sporadically in your chest, almost painfully. What is she implying? "Pray tell, what is the essence of your words?"

"The royal family's expectations are not to be taken lightly, my child. If you persist in shirking your responsibilities by avoiding marriage and offspring, alternative measures must be considered. You shall be delivered to the head Orc at the border; mayhap that will pacify them until the Tavatian knights arrive." Your father had spoken this time, causing you to swiftly turn your gaze towards him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and a soft laughter escaped your lips. "Pray, father, assure me that you jest."

The answer lies within his silence. Your hands collide with the table, your head sways vehemently from side to side. "Nay, nay! You shall not subject me to this. What offense have I caused thee? I have obeyed all your commands unquestioningly, and you are planning to— Nay, I shall not proceed."

As the succulent salmon dances on her fork, your mother's laughter fills the air, resonating with a warmth that belies the gravity of her words. "My dear child, you find yourself bereft of options. You shall be deemed a traitor to the noble lineage and condemned to perish before your very birthday." A lump lodges itself in your throat, and tears stream down your face, as you rue the moment you stepped out of your room. "For what reason do you bear such animosity towards me?"

"Escort her back to her chamber; she's giving me indigestion," your mother states with a grimace.  The knights pause briefly, uncertain of how to guide you away. Dismissing them with a wave of your hand, you rise from your chair and exit the chamber, tears clouding your sight. The journey back is unsettling, with the maids gossiping and gesturing, their disdain evident on their faces, and their disapproving gazes following you.

The door is forcefully slammed shut behind you, and with great urgency, your feet carry you to your bed, where you collapse with a heavy sigh. Almost immediately, your pillow becomes saturated with the tears that pour forth, and you huddle into yourself, simply becoming smaller. 

  Indeed, you knew this would occur eventually, but you hadn't thought you would be handed over to some hideous monster who would likely slay you upon arrival. Violent sobs wrack your body, shaking you to the core, while your nose runs uncontrollably, the pillow muffles a scream of agony.

After half an hour had passed, you lay there, sleep welcoming you with warm arms. The answer to this puzzle would reveal itself upon your awakening.

—

Woken by the sound of shuffling, faint whispers, and delicate clinks, you remain motionless, filled with trepidation, and unwilling to stir from your position. You quickly clench your eyes shut upon hearing the intruder approach. As much as you desired to confront them, you were also intrigued to uncover their intentions within your room.

"Seize her limbs; we must transport her to the dungeon." In an instant, your heart falters, trembling fiercely, and for a moment, your breath is held captive. As your eyes snap open, the ceiling of your chamber looms above you. Swiftly, you strike at the person nearest to you, expressing gratitude to the gods as you hear their curse.

Emerging hastily from the confines of your bed, you sprint towards the exit, a shrill cry escaping your lips as a hand clutches your ankle. You descend abruptly, your chin colliding with the cold marble beneath, silently expressing gratitude for the prudent act of placing your tongue against the roof of your mouth in the final moments.

   Swiftly flipping over, you kick frantically, tears streaming down your face as your legs are forcefully spread apart, and the assailant inserts themselves between your thighs, seizing hold of your arms.

Your vision blurs as a heavy slap is brought across your face. The brief respite from your struggle grants the assailants the opportunity to lay a cloth upon your nostrils. Your eyes flutter shut, darkness casting a shadow upon your vision. The feel of your body being lifted is the only thing you remember.

Within the confines of the cell, you find yourself in a state of contemplation, your head gently leaning against the cold metal bars. The sharp sound of heels striking the ground causes you to straighten up. The passage of time remains elusive, yet the atmosphere hints at the arrival of a new day, shrouded in the quiet of dawn.

Your mother's face came into view, causing you to sneer in disdain as you buried your head in your knees, refusing to meet her gaze. The very sound of her voice sent shivers down your spine, igniting a mixture of anger and sorrow within you. She callously auctioned you off, displaying a complete lack of concern for your well-being.

"I reckoned it would be preferable for you to don your best attire, but it would be futile. A watchman shall be present shortly to guide you to the border, make no disturbance, do you understand? 'Twould be unsightly if you do."

You ignore her, but deep down, you are filled with dread to venture towards the border. You longed to weep and plead with her to refrain from sending you, but it would only wound your pride. Instead, she smiles and draws nigh unto the prison bars. "When we emerge victorious in this war, and if you are still breathing, I shall dispatch you to a brothel. I couldn't possibly have such a defiled child. Revel in your sojourn there, my dear."

The clatter-clack of her footwear slowly vanishing into the distance brings forth a torrent of tears. Why must this befall you? What sin have you committed to warrant such treatment? The jingle-jangle of keys catches your attention; the guard stands before you with a look of pity. "Your majesty, the time has arrived."

You nod in a pitiful manner and rise from the ground, using your soiled hands to dry your tears, leaving traces of dirt on your cheeks. As you draw near to the guard,  he pulls down his sleeve and tenderly wipes your cheeks with a sympathetic smile. You bow softly in gratitude and proceed to walk with him to the carriage.

He assists you inside and closes the door; a click prompts you to peer through the tiny gap. A lock secures the door; as you lock eyes with the guard, he merely sighs and shakes his head. "The Queen has requested this. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty." 

  You remain silent, leaning back in the seat and staring blankly at the castle. You see your father standing at his office window, observing. You avoid his gaze, curling up in the seat. Then, as the carriage sets in motion, your heart swells, and tears flow.

The carriage's abrupt jolt awakens you from your nap; the sun is just beginning to descend, signaling the end of a day filled with endless riding. The only noise is the steady trot of the horses and the occasional whisper of the soldiers. Have you arrived already? You swallow nervously and flinch as the door is forcefully opened. "We have arrived, your highness."

You nod and sit up, clasping his hand to disembark from the carriage. Your eyes swiftly survey the surroundings. Despite the tales, the border seemed relatively serene. You couldn't hear anything from beyond the wall. At length, a throat is cleared,  causing you to look up, and the guard beckons you along. You hesitate for only a moment before fortifying your resolve and walking forward.

After much anticipation, the distant voices grow more distinct. "Captain, 'tis here! Shall we unseal the gates?" The clamor of the ponderous wheels turning and ascending is loud in your ears. The gate opens enough to allow your passage beneath. They weren't wasting time at all. The guard places a hand on your lower back and pushes you forward gently. "The Orc General has agreed to receive you; he's on the other side waiting."

You suppress the lump in your throat and proceed, every gaze fixed upon you. The wall loomed thick and intimidating,  and you couldn't shake off the fear of it collapsing on you as you reached the other side. However, as you eventually crossed over, your gaze locked with his.

Standing tall at a minimum of 9 feet, he possessed a powerful build adorned with thick muscles, and hair decorating his chest. Dark brown hair cascaded down to his waist woven into an intricate braid, contrasting against his pear-colored complexion and a thick beard enveloped his jaw. Scars crisscrossed his body, enhancing his rugged charm.  Despite his blunt tusks, one of which was slightly chipped, there was no denying the outrageous attractiveness of this Orc.

As he takes a step forward, an instinctual reflex compels you to retreat, a shiver of trepidation coursing through your being. Your legs, heavy as if forged from lead, refuse to heed your desperate plea for escape. A subtle chuckle escapes his lips, the corners curling upwards in a smug grin. "Time is not a luxury I possess, little human," he mocks, his voice dripping with impatience. 

  You part your lips to utter a response, but only silence greets your futile attempt. The resounding thud of the closing wall seals your grim destiny, causing your weakened knees to buckle beneath you, surrendering to the tender embrace of the grassy ground. With a deep sigh, he strides towards you, casting a towering shadow over your slumped figure, a chilling reminder of his overpowering presence.

With utmost ease, he effortlessly lifts you, as if you were as light as a feather. Your body tenses in his embrace, a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. The tears well up, threatening to spill over. Surprisingly, his touch is tender, his hands delicately traversing your legs and back. Summoning your courage, you manage to muster a question, your voice trembling slightly. 

  "Might I inquire about your name?"  Despite your hesitant speech, he pays no mind, his voice resonating with a deep timber that sends a surge of desire coursing through your veins. A flush of warmth spreads across your face, compelling you to avert your gaze and focus on your lap. "I am Loran, the General of the Mammoth Clan."

Silence envelops the air for a fleeting moment before your voice breaks through once more. "My name is (Name)" He acknowledges your introduction with a subtle hum, and together, you navigate through the labyrinthine paths until you arrive at a large tent. With utmost care, he settles you upon a sumptuous bed adorned with furs, then proceeds to position himself near a table, obscuring its contents from your prying eyes. 

  A knot tightens in your throat as you summon the courage to voice your deepest fear. "Might you have intentions of devouring me?" you whisper, recoiling at the childlike vulnerability that tinges on your words.

His laughter causes a flutter in your chest; every aspect of him leaves your insides twisted. At last, he ceases his actions and pivots to meet your gaze, his arms folded. You had to physically remind yourself to avert your eyes from his well-defined muscles. "Would you like me to?" His voice carries a teasing lilt, yet his words hint at something more intimate.

You shake your head in denial and draw your knees closer to your body. He was nothing like the figure you had imagined; you were convinced that your life would have ended by now. Your gaze wanders aimlessly as you delve into your own musings. Unbeknownst to you, he crouches down before you. The calloused tips of his fingers grazing your chin send a shiver down your spine. Your eyes meet his, and you find yourself holding your breath.

"The hour grows late; retire for the night. "

 You offer a silent nod, watching him leave the tent. Following his guidance, you settle back onto the furs. After the tumultuous events of the day, slumber swiftly envelops you, embracing the plush comfort of the bedding.

The warmth seeping into your skin prompts you to wriggle out of the furs. The weight of an arm flung over your stomach arrests you, dread settling in your heart and coiling around it like a vice. Though yesterday's events come rushing back to you and you relax, your tense body melting into Loran's embrace.  

  Despite the circumstances that brought you here, he had shown nothing but kindness, even playfulness - he didin't really make you uneasy, and it seemed as though a burden had been lifted from your shoulders.

In the realm of uncertainty, his actions remained capricious, yet amidst this unpredictability, a newfound liberation enveloped your being, you were free. Loran, with an irresistible allure, draws you nearer, your bodies melding as your front meets his. You place your hands on his chest and gently create distance, huffing as he cuddles closer.

After struggling a bit more, you come to a stop and seize the opportunity to examine him closely. Withdrawing your hand from his chest, you gently place it on his cheek, relishing its velvety texture. Loran possessed a striking appearance. Tracing your fingers along his lips, the sensation of his tusks lightly brushing against your fingertips captivates you once more. Their smoothness leaves you mesmerized. The rounded tips are gentle and harmless; they would not cause any discomfort if you were to share a kiss.

 Blushing with embarrassment, your cheeks turn a rosy hue, and for a fleeting moment, you seek solace by burying your face into his chest. Raising your gaze once more, you cautiously wave your hand before his face, ensuring his continued slumber. With no signs of movement and a steady rhythm of breath, a sigh of relief escapes your lips. 

  Gradually, you shift your position, ascending along his form, while your heart flutters nervously within your chest. With a mixture of fascination and unease, you lean closer, drawn to an inexplicable magnetism emanating from him. His lips, so alluring, entice you irresistibly.

 Placing your hand on his cheek, you lean in with deliberate slowness, capturing his lips with yours. The sensation of his tusks grazing your skin sends a rush of pleasure up your spine. With closed eyes, you deepen the kiss, savoring the unexpected softness of his lips. His taste is intoxicating, akin to a forbidden elixir. You have always been drawn to forbidden pleasures.

With a hint of reluctance, you retreat, allowing your eyes to slowly unveil the world around you. A startled gasp escapes your lips as your gaze meets Loran's. Despite your endeavors to break free from his embrace, his arms encase you like unyielding steel, entrapping you. Loran's chuckle resonates with a profound and drowsy timbre, while his hand ascends to firmly grasp your chin. "Do not flee from me, Sma ni." ( little one )

His lips are on yours, gentle and governing. His other hand gripping your waist and quickly lifting you onto his chest. The sensation of his thick and moist tongue overpowering your mouth elicits a fervent moan from deep within you, while your thighs instinctively clasp around his stomach. As his hands glide up your top, the pads of his fingers diligently work out the tension in your soft skin. Gradually, they find their way to your hips, expertly guiding them to grind against his abdomen.

With a soft whine escaping your mouth, you break the connection of his kiss, and your tongue lazily protrudes, leaving a trail of warm saliva on your chin. A primal growl resonates from deep within his chest, causing your thoughts to blur. Your hands instinctively find their way to his chest, the rough hair gently tickling your palms. The pressure on your hips eases, and his hand tightly grasps your hair, enabling him to sit up and halt the rhythmic grind of your hips.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as the throbbing sensation between your thighs intensifies.  Loran's lips trail along the curve of your throat, delicately nibbling at your tender skin, while his tongue glides with ease. Suddenly, a tearing sound startles you and a rush of cool air caresses your newly bared legs. The remnants of your shredded trousers gracefully descend to the floor, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

Upon the velvety fur, Loran tenderly positions you, his voracious eyes meticulously exploring the expanse of your body. In a swift motion, he removes the sole obstruction that conceals your body, leaving you vulnerable to his cravings. You clench your thighs, your pussy pulsating with emptiness. This man was sinful; he looked so delectable, his lips shimmering with the remnants of your passionate kisses, and his complexion adorned with a captivating flush.

He lets out a deep groan, settling himself amidst your thighs, the ache in your legs a mere whisper compared to the intensity of his touch, tongue dancing over your nipples, nipping and tugging. Loran's hand travels up your body, his thick fingers entering your warm, wet mouth. You suppress a gag and suck on them shyly, tears welling up in your eyes. As his fingers delve deeper into your throat, you grasp his wrist firmly, your hips grinding against his thick bulge.

Loran pulls his fingers from your mouth, watching the rivulets of saliva drip down his digits. Leaving a glistening trail of moisture along your body, Loran delicately caresses his fingers through the soft curls of hair on your pussy, teasing you with the soft touch of his fingertips. With deliberate precision, he gradually eases one digit into the confines of your snug entrance stretching you. You pull your fleshy bottom lip into your mouth, teeth digging painfully. Your lashes flutter, exposing the whites of your eyes as they roll back in blissful surrender, eyebrows arching. Your mewls are soft and pleading. "Mmph! L-Loran. Please "

Your voice is a siren's call to him, as you whimper and plead for him. His desire to possess you completely, to fuck you full of his cum, to have you swollen with his young, consumes him. The mere thought of it almost brings him to the brink of release. Granting mercy upon your adorable, fucked out face, he finally sinks his finger into your cunt, relishing the exquisite tightness that embraces him, while your delicate hands clutch his braid and tug.

  With his other hand, he gently cups your cheeks between his large, powerful fingers, causing your lips to pucker. His mouth descends upon yours, messy and dominating, leaving a trail of mingled saliva that pools down your flushed cheeks. He chuckles as your eyes wander elsewhere, glazed and hazy with pleasure as he eases a single finger inside you.

A high-pitched sound escapes your lips as he expertly probes a sensitive spot deep within you, causing your hips to tremble and your inner walls to clench around his fingers. Leaning closer, his warm breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ayh lat naka ve cum, sma shara? " His mother tongue is foreign to you, but it sounds absolutely erotic, especially while he's stroking your drooling pussy skillfully. You shudder fervently, emitting mewls and whimpers, as the squelching noises of his thrusts fill the confined space of the tent. “I—uhn~ w-wait p-please, Lor…” You babble nonsensically. ( are you going to cum, little human? )

 Loran, in a teasing mood, complies with your dumb prattling, and moves away from you, fingers slipping out with an erotic pop. A soft whimper escapes your lips, your lower lip jutting out in a pout as tears well up in your eyes from the empty feeling in your pussy, your eyes widen at seeing him suck on his dampened fingers. “N-no, why’d you stop!” 

 With a chuckle, the Orc leans in to press a tender kiss on your flushed cheeks, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I simply did as you asked, Faushnu," he whispers. Pulling back slightly, he studies your expression - your eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, and your chest rising and falling rapidly. "I did not mean for this," you whimper, grinding your hips against his growing bulge. “M-more. Give me more.” You give him a stern glare, that only turns him on more, his little hostage was so demanding. ( baby ) "Of course, Your Highness," he says, his tone dripping with playful mockery. Loran's large hands firmly grasp your waist, swiftly maneuvering you onto your stomach. With a gentle yet commanding motion, he elevates your hips, causing your face to be buried in the soft furs beneath you. The sensation is almost agonizing as your back arches, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips. A glob of warm saliva unexpectedly lands on your moistened pussy, causing an involuntary clenching reaction. "What are yo--?" 

  Before you can finish, the sudden roughness of his tongue against your throbbing cunt has you seeing stars. His feral growls reverberate through the air, as his tongue delves and ravishes you with an insatiable fervor. Reduced to a whimpering wreck, tears of rapturous delight cascade down your flushed face.  Desperate to regain control, you weakly press your small hand against the crown of his head, attempting to halt the relentless onslaught. "No more, please, m'gunna cum. Want to cum for you," you manage to slur amidst incoherent babbling, your words a contradictory mix. 

Loran, enraptured by your musings, fingers your pussy once again, effortlessly finding that spongey nerve inside of you and deftly curling his thick finger into it, time and again. A torrent of scorching pleasure engulfs your entire being, as you succumb to an intense climax, your trembling thighs embracing his head while your pussy flutters around his finger.

" Loran! "You slur, thighs still convulsing as the feel of Loran's hands on the fat of your hips seems multiplied, your mind filled with goo. The rustle of fabric falling to the ground barely registers before his thick cock presses into your pussy, hands guiding your hips onto him. Warmth trickles onto your pulsing cunt, his saliva lubing where you connect. You clench around him, emitting obscene moans. 

   He delves deeper, your snugness yielding to his thick, heavy cock. You swear you can feel every pulsating vein, every ridge of him inside of you. You whimper and whine when he fucks half of his big cock into your tiny little hole, and you thrash and let out small mewls of pleasure. "Mmph, Lor--!! it won't fit!" you whimper amidst sobs. 

"Hm?" He utters, his voice a low hum, as he observes with rapt attention as you stretch around his green, monstrous cock. The pressure within your abdomen steadily intensifies, inch by inch, until Loran thrusts in the last couple of inches, his large balls flush against your engorged clit. You're already fucked stupid, pupils blown, and moans strewing from your lips. The Orc takes hold of your hand, guiding it towards your stomach, allowing you to feel the undeniable presence of his shaft protruding from your belly. "Do you feel me? Feel my cock in your insides, my little human?"

With a forceful motion, he retreats, then thrusts forcefully into you, his grip tightening on your hair as he pulls.  A fervent moan escapes your lips, as the resounding collision of his hips against your ass fills the air, the only thing you can hear. The wet squelching of your arousal intermingles with his precum, cascading onto the opulent furs beneath you. His name becomes a sacred mantra, slipping from your tongue like a fervent prayer. "S'good, m'gunna cum, let me cum, please, please."

With a gentle caress, Loran's hand ascends your stomach, pinching your sensitive nipples. You mewl, back arching as you clench and pulse around his thick length, cumming harder than before, a wave of darkness gently tinting your vision. A low, guttural moan reverberates from deep within you, harmonizing with Loran's unyielding thrusts. “That's a good fuckin’ girl.”

The Orc's hand comes down on your ass, observing the quivering flesh. Your violated hole trembles around Loran's thick length, and he snickers, his hips stuttering. "You're mine. Hm? Do you understand, pet?" His thrusts became more profound, faster, not giving you rest, groaning as you nod quickly, whimpering.

You turn your gaze towards him, his fingers constricting in your tresses. "Loran, want you to cum inside me, please." Your feeble arms emerge from beneath your form, delicate hands reaching to spread your pussy wider. "You will, right?"

 Your wanton plea hurls the massive Orc over the brink. Loran's hips slam into yours once more as his scorching cum coats your walls; the copious amount of it had you cumming once more. Loran continues to pump his seed into you, his cock still hard and balls full of cum. He longed to see you swollen with his offspring; he wouldn't stop until he knew you were trapped with him.

You are not permitted to rest until the early morning, curled against his chest with his seed leaking from your stretched opening. Your body is tender, marked with bruises on your neck and chest. Loran places his large hand on your cheek; although he is running late for the meeting, he decides to allow you more time to sleep.

He lifts you gently, thankful that he has cleaned you up and changed the bedding. You snuggle into his warmth, almost convincing him to delay for another hour. "My zemar, it's time to wake up. We must rise before the sun sets." (my heart)

Stirring in his arms, your eyelashes flutter before you slowly open your bleary eyes. Attempting to close them once more, his hearty chuckle resonates, partially rousing you. Placing you gently on the bed, he drapes one of his shirts over you, guiding your arms through the sleeves. Loran picks you up again, cradling you as he carries you out of the tent, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun. The short walk to the other side of the campsite goes unnoticed by you.

He arrives promptly, his raven perched gracefully on its stand. A soft whistle escapes his lips, a signal for the bird to gather the troops. Loran takes his place at the head of the table, positioning you to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist. With spit on his fingers, he traces circles around your cunt, pleased that it had returned to its original state, tight and warm. After lubricating your entrance, he spits on his palm and wraps his member in a firm grip, ensuring that it's slick. 

  Loran aligns himself with your little hole and eases inside, emitting a deep groan at the vice grip; you let out a sleepy moan, tightening around him. His large hands grip the fat of your hips, guiding you down the rest of his thick length. He pulls his shirt over your ass, concealing where his cock is nestled inside of you.

He has to stop himself from fucking you on the table in front of all his tribe members. Once he had you in the perfect position, his soldiers began to file into the room. He couldn't help but notice how your warm, tight hole was becoming slick. Unbeknownst to you, his thick cock was already buried deep within you.

The meeting unfolds seamlessly. With nightfall as their ally, they conspire to dismantle the impenetrable walls of the Kingdom on the morrow. A sacred covenant governs The Mammoth Clan, dictating that the fairer sex and the innocent offspring shall be spared from any affliction. Thus, the innocent shall be granted mercy and protection.

Awakening towards the end, your pussy pulsating and enveloping something thick and long. A twitching motion stirs inside you, nudging your G-spot. A soft moan escapes your lips as you hide your face in his neck. Loran dismisses it as your mere awakening, soothingly caressing your back. Only a fool would miss the evidence of your arousal - the glistening juices trickling down your bare thighs and the hint of green meeting a clenching hole

" Dismissed. "

The orcs file out of the room, speaking amongst each other. Loran's gaze descends upon your petite frame, concealed beneath his garments. He looks feral. Once the auditory commotion subsides, you cautiously lift your head, locking eyes with his penetrating stare.

"Loran, please."

The Orc emits a deep snarl, his lips forcefully meeting yours as he firmly grasps the flesh of your hips, hoisting you off his slick member. Swiftly, he plunges you back down, thrusting into you with fervor, fucking you onto him. You're moaning mess, the spit from your sloppy kiss sliding down your chin and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The sound of wet slapping resonates loudly within the confines of the tent. With a gasp for air, you disengage from him, your hands finding solace on his broad shoulders.

 A particular thrust causes the swollen, mushroom-shaped tip of his cock to abuse your g-spot and your moan is shrill. You climax, your body trembling around him, leaving a creamy, ivory ring at the base of his cock. Stars burst in your vision as you weakly press your lips against his throat, whimpering as he continues to thrust into you, your sensitive and throbbing core tender. " Lor-.. no more.. s’too.. much!" you sputter, sloppily pressing your lips to his and sucking on his large tongue. 

Despite the roughness of his hips snapping into yours, he caresses your sides softly and pulls away from your kiss, licking his lips. "Be a good pet, hm? Let me use my pussy, can you do that for me? " You nod hesitantly, and he smiles, sending your stomach to unfurl languidly. "S'my good girl." You bury your face in his neck with a whimper, but when your blunt little teeth sink into his collarbone it pushes him over the edge; and he stands up with you still bouncing on his cock, thrusting so deeply that you hiss. Ropes of cum paint your pulsing walls, filling you up.

Loran's shallow thrusts ensure not a single drop is wasted as you envelop him in your embrace, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.

Mayhap, the circumstance of being dispatched to this place was not as grievous as first imagined...

connected with this post!

[zekewavev2]

Hazbin hotel/Danny Phantom crossover? In this economy?? Yes

"Being King of all of Limbo and the infinite realms has its.. many weird perks. Meeting Lucifer and Lilith while he was still a prince was interesting, having the king and queen of hell see you as a son was NOT on Danny's bingo card for sure. Many rough years later, Lilith disappears and their daughter Charlie starts up a hotel meant for rehabilitation for sinners as Danny sets out to not only reunite with Charlie who he sees as a little sister but to also investigate the exterminations."

Meeting the residents of the hotel

Finally meeting Charlie after so many years felt nerve racking to Danny, sure Charlie always sent letters to him to keep in touch as Danny always responded back but It's hard to keep in touch when you have to tend to your kingly duties to your people and trying to keep another war from spewing out after Pariahs many years of tyranny.

Safe to say that Charlie was ECSTATIC to see Danny in person again and pulled on his arm like it was nothing, dragging him around the hotel.

Meeting the residents was very interesting, Vaggie was the first, she seemed tense, Danny could tell that she didn't trust him which he completely understood. He immediately could tell that she was a fallen angel but he kept his mouth shut, for that was her secret not his.

The bartender Husk was next, his lack of introduction and his uncaring nature spoke more than he verbally did, Danny could tell he didn't want to be here and it felt that Husk was forced to be here. Now Danny was a lil suspicious.

The pornstar Angel Dust was next and oh boy was he cut off guard, to be immediately called a Sexy Stud on introduction was WILD. But Danny knew that Angel was playing a suggestive role. He could tell that there was something so much more to Angel than he let on. So Danny being respectful, gently took one of Angels four hands and kissed his knuckle. "Well it's certainly my pleasure to meet such a great actor." Now it was Angels turn to be caught off guard. A now outplayed Angel was blushing mess.

The Cleaner Niffty next, Niffty was everywhere, crawling all over Danny like a spider while saying something about a new man being here. Niffty eventually asked if Danny was a "bad boy" which he declined nicely, eventually Vaggie pulled Niffty off of Danny.

The Demon Alastor was last, Safe to say that Danny's suspicions were right, this fellow reeks of mystery and evil. To energetically introduce himself to Danny made him even more suspicious of Alastor and that damn smile didn't help either. It was unpleasant and Awkward, Danny was grateful that the introductions finally ended.

[solarissttee]

KISS AND MAKE-UP .ᐟ

SYNOPSIS : arguments with lancelot are not just rare, they’re painful as well.

CONTAINS . . . 1.0k ; lancelot x fem!reader (black coded) ; angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, post-percival death.

it isn’t uncommon for couples to have disagreements. everyone has little lover’s quarrels and always goes through some trouble whilst in paradise, right? but goddamn, it hurts. why does it have to hurt so bad?

you and lancelot haven’t been on the best terms lately. for whatever reason, he’s been more closed off and unresponsive than he usually is. you reckon it’s because of whatever happened back in the demon realm. you’d caught wind of percival dying; it broke your heart to say the least, percy was a great friend and an adorable ball of sunshine. you’d never seen someone bring out such bright smiles other than yourself from lancelot.

you were off on another mission, investigating the parts of liones that were starting to disappear, and when you’d gotten back to the kingdom to give your report everything and everyone was… off. you scoured the entire palace looking for any sign of your boyfriend or your friends but found no one. the queen was the one to break the news to you. you promptly left for benwick to go find lancelot.

when you arrived, you noticed just how dreary the atmosphere was. ban and elaine pointed you straight to lancelot’s room, neither of them saying a word. you knock on the door and wait a few seconds before peeking inside. “lance..?”

your boyfriend’s back was turned to you, facing the window. you step inside and sit by him, your fingers going to thread into his hair. he was awake, just staring into the abyss with no acknowledgment of your presence. your heart pangs and you frown.

“lance–”

“don’t. don’t speak to me right now.”

you oblige and stick to running your fingers through his hair. eventually, you leave the room to give him space.

“he’s still in a mood?” ban looks down at you. he’s leant against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

“..yes..”

the king notices your downtrodden expression and ruffles your hair. “don’t sweat it, kid. he’s been that way for the past few weeks. he just needs some time.”

time, of course. everyone processes grief differently, they just need some time to get back on their feet.

however, days had turned into weeks and those weeks turned into months. lancelot still wasn’t communicating. it frustrated you a bit and that frustration gave way to guilt. he was close to percy and you understand that, but percival was your friend, too. you miss him as well, but you miss your boyfriend too. it’s like you’ve lost both of them..

once again, you found yourself in his room, determined to get him to at least talk to you. you want to be there for him and lend him your shoulder. you want to let him give you some of his burden, but he wasn’t having it.

“for fuck’s sake, why won’t you just leave me alone!?”

you stand there, frozen. you hadn’t even gotten your sentence out completely. “l–lance…”

“no! i don’t want to hear it! god, could you be any more annoying!? i want to be left alone, so why don’t you just leave! i don’t want you here!”

your expression falters and your initial frustration gives way to the anger that’s been simmering within you for the past few months. “well, excuse me for wanting to be a caring girlfriend and lend you a shoulder to cry on! how about you stop wallowing in your self-imposed isolation and let me help you!”

“what part of get out don’t you fucking understand? god, i can’t stand you. just leave and never come back!”

you pause. was… was he breaking up with you…?

“you–”

“I SAID LEAVE GODDAMMIT!”

to say you’re stunned to silence is an understatement. you don’t even notice when tears start rolling down your cheeks. to avoid further humiliation, you rush out of the room and pass his parents who looked at you with concern; that argument wasn’t the most quiet after all. 

you hurriedly pack up the things you’d come with and take your leave, intending to head back to liones. all the way, you couldn’t stop your tears from flowing. you feel like shit.

everyone has little lover’s quarrels, right? this’ll pass, right?

no, he said he never wanted you to come back, so that means you guys aren’t ever coming back from this. you stop walking and sit under a tree, and you cry. you cried there for hours and even ended up falling asleep under that tree, too emotionally drained to even move.

meanwhile, lancelot feels like absolute dogshit. shortly after you left, his father gave him a good talking to and told him to get off his ass and go find you. 

now that his anger has simmered down, he can’t help but feel like a terrible boyfriend. he made you cry. he’s never made you cry before.

by the time he’d found you, it was dark out. he sighed, seeing you curled up under a tree with your bag used as a makeshift pillow. it gets really cold in benwick and being out here like this could get you sick. lancelot stoops down and cups your face, his thumb stroking your cheek gently, wiping away the tear streaks on your face. 

without waking you up, lancelot scoops you into his arms and carries you back, tucking you into his bed so you could sleep properly. 

when you awoken, you noticed the change of your surroundings. “what the..”

“you awake?”

lancelot sits by you, his hand toying with your hair. “you slept for a while. are you hungry?”

you sit up, confused. did that whole fight not happen or is this someone else posing as your boyfriend. hell, are you even awake right now?

sensing your confusion, lancelot sighs. “i’m sorry.”

“..what..?”

“i’m sorry for what i said. i shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. you were only trying to help,” he murmured, cupping your face. “i’m sorry for making you cry. i really am..”

you crack a smile. “i’m sorry, too.. i was getting a little frustrated, but it isn’t your fault. you deserve to mourn..”

he huffs and wraps his arms around you, pulling you down onto the bed with him, his face buried in your neck. he leaves kisses against your neck to make you feel better. he didn’t want to admit it, but he’s scared, terrified, of losing you.

“..i love you, you know that, right?”

“i know you do. i love you, too.”

“good. now, go back to sleep, idiot.”

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[girlwithakiwi]

The Library

The Long Fics [ IN PROGRESS ]

some nights the lighthouse, some nights the sea (transatlanticism) Game of Thrones S7 canon divergence - can be read here

“Daenerys is a queen. Only a king can answer this message.” “A king,” Sansa echoes, finally meeting his eyes. “Or a princess.” • In Westeros: war. To the east, the Targaryen queen has landed on the shores of Dragonstone, prepared to take back the throne stolen from her family. To the south, the lions of Lannister bathe in the blood and copious spoils of their war—unchallenged, undefeated. To the far north, beyond the Wall, looms an unimaginable nightmare led by a god of death, a demon who will bring eternal winter to the realm by means of his army of walking corpses. And in the middle lies the shattered and broken North with its newly-crowned king, a king given a choice between a dragon and a lioness. The only problem? Sansa thinks that negotiations aren't exactly her brother's specialty anymore and he is surely going to get them all killed. Or: Sansa goes to Dragonstone to meet Daenerys instead of Jon.

all the ground beneath with tears and blood Game of Thrones/The Vampire Diaries fusion - can be read here

Her hometown always is and will always be this: a small corner of the world that will never change. All secrets are stories and all stories must be shared. She decides that whatever is happening is curious but it doesn't concern her, because whatever is happening won't be anything worthwhile. After all, nothing bad ever happens in Starfall. • Dany Dayne does not believe in monsters. She does not believe in witches or hunters or immortal creatures of the night. But when the enigmatic members of the Stark family arrive in Starfall and bodies drained of blood begin to mysteriously appear in the woods, everything that Dany has known about the world and about herself begins to unravel. And to add to her troubles, the answer to everything may lie with the most mysterious and troubled member of the family, a man running away from the ghosts of his past and the chaos of his future… …Jon Snow.

The Long Fics [ COMPLETE ]

the gather, the bend, the bringing forth Game of Thrones S8 alternate ending - can be read here

Jon is their catspaw because above all things he is an honorable man. And in his entire life, he has never wanted to be anything other than that damnable virtue as much as he wants it now. • When Jon Snow enters the throne room, the ruins of King's Landing still smoke on the pyre of conquest and destruction. When he confronts Daenerys Targaryen beneath the suffocating shadow of the Iron Throne, the slaughtered corpses of men, women, and children still soundlessly howl in terror and agony. This is the price of the dragon queen's crown and he has followed her now to be judge, jury, and executioner, to end the nightmare, to end the madness, once and for all. But for players of a different game, a loss is nothing but victory postponed—and there is always one more play, one more chance, to turn a war in their favor. Or: Jon doesn't kill Daenerys and everything they know about the Long Night changes.

the silhouette of a single memory Game of Thrones reincarnation modern AU - can be read here

And then he whispers a single name into her hair. It is warm, like the memory of home and dark nights before a fire, and as sweet as treacle, sugar and butterscotch and promises she cannot remember. And she thinks, as she presses him into a fervent and hungry kiss, chasing the letters and the cadence and the brogue with her tongue, it should not sound so familiar. Dany. He has called her Dany. But… That isn’t her name. • A one-night stand ends up being a whole goddamned mess and two people whose names are certainly (probably) not Daenerys Targaryen or Jon Snow find themselves untangling strange dreams of war and betrayal and lives lost, lived, and forgotten.

The Shorts [ COMPLETE ]

the road trip series Four-part Game of Thrones modern AU - can be read here

like freedom, like rosemary and thyme like the olden days, happy golden days of yore tomorrow's wind, if it be wild untitled (coming soon)

valyrian scroll collection Unrelated one-shots in the ASOIAF bookverse

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where ruin also exists Post-ADWD two-shot - can be read here

He knows one thing: he was dead, and now he is not. The girl with dragonfire in her veins and starlight in her hair tells him that to be alive is a miraculous thing. She whispers to him in the night, with fury and flame on her tongue and a dynasty cradled in her arms, that life itself, as it exists in them, will cause the world to shudder and bow before them. (To be honest, he thinks that death is afraid of both of them.) (But when she kisses him, he also thinks that she might be right.) • Jon Snow complicates reality. Daenerys Targaryen simplifies it.

a shadow for the splendor (let the profane tremble to ask) Post-ADWD one-shot - can be read here

It is no wonder, the smallfolk will murmur later, that when the King of Winter met the Mother of Dragons, the world spun itself into a cataclysmic revolution of night and summer and every wonderful, terrible thing beneath the white, dispassionate sun. (But if one might ask the queen, the Targaryen witch whose reign is built on fire and shackles of ice, she’ll only shake her head. “You tell yourselves stories,” she chides—but there is a warning here: her husband is the wolf and she herself is the three-headed dragon and some stories must bear the weight of the truth.) • The dragon and the wolf sit on thrones made of iron and conquest. But every dream of spring is built on the ashes of winter, every reign made of duty has its secrets, and a fledgling love can be just as potent as lust.

where raging storms at midnight howl (this place is haunted) ASOIAF "Rhaegar Wins" one-shot AU - can be read here

There is ice in the mirror, and death too—the kiss and the shadow, the inferno and the chasm. She is the Silver Princess, the delight of the realm, and this reflection tells her of a world that cannot be, a world she cannot know. She wants to be comforted, but she cannot reach into that storm-silver surface to touch him and the comely young man with the grey eyes cannot step through to embrace her. His voice is a dream and it is half a memory. It is all her desires and hopes and fears and she wants and wants and wants. • In 283 AC, those who rebelled against the dragons were defeated on the Trident. This is the world Daenerys Targaryen knows, a world where her brother rules over a fractious realm and the dragons still sit on the Iron Throne, a world where the Baratheons and the Lannisters never rose to power. So who is this haunting boy in the frozen winter mirror who tells her otherwise, who tells her that the world she knows is a dream, a lie? And which side of the mirror is the truth?

the one shots Unrelated one-shots in the Game of Thrones/HOTD showverse

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interlude: la danse d'hiver (the winter dance) Game of Thrones S7/S8 missing scenes/alternate ending - can be read here

It is the beginning that is the most important, isn’t it? There are many beginnings to this story but in the end, this tale starts with winter and the dragons, as they all do. If you know the stories by heart—and I know you do, little one—you must remember that all stories start with ice and fire. • As the frost-blue darkness of winter embraces Westeros and fires crackle merrily in homes from Winterfell to Dorne, a mother tells stories to her child of the Dragon Queen and the King in the North.

never let me go Game of Thrones S7 canon divergence - can be read here

This is only a dream of a maybe, a pantomime of what-if. Whatever it was that had started to burn between them, whatever could have been…all of it died beyond the Wall with him. • When the King in the North never returns from beyond the Wall, Daenerys Targaryen’s dreams start to become filled with visions of drowning. In the sea, she is haunted by her failure to save a man she may have loved, a man she has certainly lost. But through the abyss of the deep, she still hears him. She still feels his warm touch on her skin. There is a memory of a kiss she cannot and should not remember. She tells herself: Jon Snow is gone... ...isn’t he?

the horns of jericho House of the Dragon S1 missing scenes - can be read here

“I want you,” she declares into the breath of a kiss as she climbs onto his lap. His breath is hot against her lips, and unsteady. “That is what I can give you. But you have to promise me—promise me—that you will not ask for more than this.” • None of this is what Rhaenyra wanted. Yet somehow it has become her burden to bear—this sham marriage, consummated by death, and the queen's vicious whispers and suspicions trailing after her like a cloak. It is a lonely, burdensome road to walk. But Ser Harwin offers something different, something sweeter, something that she may even call joy and friendship. And many things can change in the span of ten years.

[swanyras]

Womanhood Before, During, and After the Dance:

…regardless of seniority, the Iron Throne could not pass to a woman, nor through a woman to her male descendants.

Childbirth exacted a toll on the princess; the weight that Rhaenyra gained during her pregnancies never entirely left her, and by the time her youngest boy was born, she had grown stout and thick of waist, the beauty of her girlhood a fading memory, though she was but twenty years of age. According to Mushroom, this only served to deepen her resentment of her stepmother, Queen Alicent, who remained slender and graceful at half again her age.  

“Mayhaps the whore will die in childbirth.”

Queen Alicent alone amongst them was excused from the oath, on account of her womanhood.

“…or must we kneel and kiss the old whore’s cunny?”

Nor could House Arryn be relied upon, for the Eyrie was presently ruled by a woman, Lady Jeyne, the Maiden of the Vale, whose own rights might be called into question should Princess Rhaenyra be put aside.

…though how many would still fight for her now that she was a woman wed, her body aged and thickened by six childbirths, was a question none could answer.

“I offered her an honorable peace, and the whore spat in my face.”

“Thrice have my own kin sought to replace me,” Lady Jeyne told Prince Jacaerys. “My cousin Ser Arnold is wont to say women are too soft to rule. I have him in one of my sky cells, if you would like to ask him… she remains our rightful queen, and mine own blood besides, an Arryn on her mother’s side. In this world of men, we women must band together.

He had nothing against women, Lord Borros went on to say; he loved his girls, a daughter is a precious thing…but a son, ahhh…should the gods ever grant him a son of his own blood, Storm’s End would pass to him. “Why should the Iron Throne be any different?”

“The whore of Dragonstone, he means.”

“The whore on Dragonstone is not the threat.”

Rhaenyra may call herself a queen, but she has a woman’s parts, a woman’s faint heart, and a mother’s fears.

The girl they had once cheered as the Realm’s delight had grown into a grasping and vindictive woman, men said, a queen as cruel as any king before her. One wit named Rhaenyra “King Maegor with teats,” and for a hundred years thereafter “Maegor’s teats” was a common curse amongst Kingslanders.  

“The false king and the whore queen shall be cast down with all their works, and their demon beasts shall perish from the earth.”

…calling down the wroth of the gods upon “this unnatural queen who sits bleeding on the Iron Throne, her whore’s lips glistening and red with the blood of her sweet sister.

Lord Borros was confident of victory, for his scouts had told him that the rivermen were led by boys and women.

… Little Lord Tyrell’s mother wrote to say that she had reason to doubt the loyalty of her son’s bannermen, and “being a mere woman, am not myself fit to lead a host to war.”

“My lords, it makes no matter. They are both girls. Have we learned so little from the slaughter? We must abide by primogeniture, as the Great Council ruled in 101. The male claim comes before the female.”

Like his father, who had sided with the majority at the Great Council of 101, he did not believe it was a woman’s place to rule.

The King’s half-sisters remained his nearest kin, but Lord Peake was not about to allow a woman to ascend the Iron Throne, after having so recently fought and bled to prevent that very thing.

[wyked-original-writing]

My writing master post will be updated frequently

Tags so far #tpcg for the series #tpkodr for book one #tpcp for book two #tpsa for book three and #snippet for writing shares #tpmb for Jack and Kenny's short story

Information about the books and book links

book one TPKODR here

Book 1.5 TPMB post about where to find it

Lore of the world and places along with creatures

Haunted sea, haunted seas part two , Bioluminescence sea, Merfolk , spirit fae, earth fae, fire fae, water/sirens fae, air fae. The shadow realm

God intros

The first spirit solace , Nereza

Charter intros

Amon Rùn, Adoh Stone, Morana Blank, Braith Blank, Daimhín Heorot , Oisìn Mallory , Silent Jack , Kenny Silvain , Mal , Taz , Galen, Prince Jade

, Moros, Enyo

Villain intros

Queen kia, pirate king Cutthroat, Nereza( can be found in the gods section)

Random fact's

Soulmates , story tour tag , Pinterest board I crafted,

Vday kiss event (has links to snippets)

Other original writing by me posted

The Christmas ghost

Mall Santa turned ghost still playing the part of santa will he get help to cross over or will he be this Mall's Santa forever?

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[blondebibliophiliac]

The Owl House Notes

I have watched TOH several times over the past year and a half, and I will never get over it. All the character development, the little pop culture references, the world development. Ugh. It's amazing. So here are some notes.

we all know that the Clawthorne family is the family that Evelyn, the witch that Philip and Caleb met, is from. I feel that it's only right that Hunter is an honorary Clawthorne, too. He's literally a clone of Caleb. Obviously the Clawthornes are the descendants of Evelyn and Caleb's relationship. So I feel it's only right. I know we've all accepted Darius as Hunter's dad/dad-figure, but it would be cool if he was included in the Clawthorne family, too.

I think it's pretty obvious by now that I love the found-family trope. As someone that had family problems growing up, I value the bonds that end up being stronger than familial bonds. Now, Luz basically has 2 moms plus a bonus parent (Raine) and 3 siblings (King, Hunter, and Vee), and I love that. If you haven't seen fanart of all of them, you're missing out. It's just amazing.

Speaking of their relationships, I love to see how they accept and even request physical affection. In the beginning, Eda and King are confused and almost repulsed by Luz's hugs. King quickly becomes more accepting of these hugs, even getting angry when Amity gets a hug from Luz before him, calling her a "swindler and a thief". But in the last episode, Eda runs to King and Luz to give them hugs and kisses before they play the Collector's "games". I wonder if physical affection was prevelant in the Boiling Isles because in the second episode Eda asks "What is this" when hugged by Luz. I think it is because Willow and Gus hug Luz when they show up to the Owl House. I think Eda just isn't used to physical affection, or maybe she isn't used to it from strangers.

Here's another thing I'm wondering. The Bat Queen states that she doesn't remember the witch that held her staff, but that she was the staff for a giant. You know who was giant? Papa Titan. What if her witch was Papa Titan? It would make sense, because he's been dead for hundreds of years, and the mind loses memories after so long. Also, she takes care of all the other palismen that were lost, including Flapjack, whose witch was Evelyn. If we can assume that the events of TOH take place in the late 2010's/early 2020s, then the age of these palismen makes sense. Anyway, I think that The Bat Queen could've been Papa Titan's palisman because there are no other signs of giant beings on the Boiling Isles or in the Demon Realm.

At some point, we catch a glimpse of the "recipe" for creating clones. If you didn't catch it, here it is: Galdorstone, Palistrom Wood, Stonesleeper Lungs, Bone of Ortet, and Selkidomus scales. This would partly explain why there's a shortage of Palistrom Wood, why the Galdorstones are so rare and so well hidden, and why Belos instructed Hunter to hunt down the Selkidomus in season 2. It also explains why the clone he attempted to possess in the final episode didn't work out. He likely didn't have all of those materials or didn't have enough to make a fully formed clone. When he initially tried to take over one of the clones, I was worried that there would be two Hunters walking around and that Belos would try to impersonate Hunter, which would have derailed all of their plans. The Bone of Ortet, by the way, is basically just a bone of the one you wish to clone.

I wish there could've been a longer season 3. Although I love the 3 episodes we were given, and I think they're perfect, I wish it could've been drawn out. I would've loved to see the gang in the human world more, to see the rebuilding process of the Isles, see them do a field trip to the human realm from the university. But, I'll take what we were given.

I love the random pop culture references we get. During "Eclipse Lake" we get a Dragon Ball reference and I found that extremely hilarious. In "For the Future", Caleb says "It's not like a swarm of ghosts will inexplicably appear if you say his name...I think", which gives us the second Harry Potter reference of the show (the first one appearing in the first episode where Luz is trying to fly on Owlbert and says "expecto"). It's just great. I love to see it.

I always have more thoughts about the show when I watch it. I need to start adding them more often.

[diahsthings]

Obey Me

Dress to impress

Continuing the dress idea. Surprising your date with your dress.

Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon x reader

Warning; full self indulgence. It's just too fun. No editing. Fluff. Forget grammar and spelling. Yolo. Maybe hints of smut. And I'm trying my best with them. But maybe ooc

Diavolo

Diavolo was all into you going to the human realm for the outfit. He was enthusiastic about what this traditional human dress could be. In red like him. But OMG that sent your brain to daydream about marrying Diavolo.

So many eyes are going to be on you. Diavolo is the Prince of Devildom. There were definitely whispers and rumors about the two of you. Especially as his DATE to the celebration.

Human as a date for the Prince. Gotta go big or call Asmodeus.

Time for the big reveal. Getting ready at the castle. Diavolo is waiting on his bed for you to show him your outfit.

"I know you are going to look ravishing." Diavolo's excited voice helped stop the nerves.

He stood the moment you opened the door. He was speechless. Diavolo adored you. Maybe the Prince of Devildom was hopelessly in love. Trying to keep it under wraps and secret for as long as possible. Ignore the rumors. Ignore the want to be openly loving.

"Hello, Dia." Turning and closing the door gently. Not noticing that Diavolo had quickly got up to meet her.

He couldn't get any words out. He leaned down cupping your face hesitating to make sure you wanted him to then kissing you trying to explain how he felt right now.

Breaking the kiss you smile. "Do you like it?" Laughing

Diavolo blushed "I can't...I don't know.. I never imagined... You look exquisite." He spun you around to take a look.

"so, tell me about this human tradition. What traditional outfit is this?" Brimming with curiosity.

"lehenga. Dupatta. And this type of nose ring is called a nath. Nose piercings are common with women. It's a silly superstition that it will help relieve the pain in childbirth." Laughing then choking a bit once you realized what you mentioned. To a demon with a breeding kink. Blushing at under his gaze.

"I will keep that in mind for the future." Winking.

The two of you looked the part of future king and queen of the Devildom. Plenty of whispers and looks from others. You definitely didn't go unnoticed. Diavolo showed you off all night all he was forced to do the duties of his title.

Barbatos

He knows. But there's a difference between that and enjoying the touch of it. Your boyfriend knew all.

You hear a knock at the door. You were staying in the castle to get ready. Barbatos was coming to find you to leave together for the celebration.

You smile softly as you let him in the room closing the door behind him. Blushing slightly hoping he loves it.

"I was trying to match you "

Kissing your forehead and putting his forehead against yours he smiles. "Thank you. You look magnificent."

I'm so sorry. That was terrible. I just do not know him very well. But I wanted to try at least.

Simeon

You were just as excited to see Simeon as he was about seeing you. He's gorgeous. Perfect. He was your not-boyfriend. Boyfriend in all ways but name. Trying to figure out how to make this happen.

There was an issue with his DDD and you headed over to Purgatory Hall. Knocking at the door. Simeon rushed to open the door. Stopping to take in all of you.

"you look so handsome, Simeon."

"you look ethereal. I'm so happy you said you would go with me to the party."

Yeah, that was bare minimum. I probably know the least about him from the original.

Solomon

He kept trying to find out what you were wearing. Your old wizard boyfriend was counting down the moment he could see the dress. He had an idea of what it could be. Solomon is human after all .

He suddenly heard a knock at his door. Confused he opened it and was shocked to see you. Surprising him.

His face was priceless. Such an adorable blush. As he let you in closing the door behind him.

"I'll not be letting you out of my sight. Can't trust anyone with a beauty like you." Taking your breath away with a passionate kiss.

"Soli, I love you."

"I love you my dove."

I ran out of steam. I love all of them but I cannot get their personalities as accurate.

Bonus:

Luke

Not romantic. He asked you to help him get ready and he wanted to make sure you two matched. Luke beat the brothers to coordinate outfits with his favorite human.

Luke was curious about your dress. But knew you two would match.

Arriving to meet Luke and Simeon at purgatory Hall.

Luke is excited to see you three matching.

Luke ends up holding on to the end of the saree all night or the fabric of the jacket of the lehenga. Eventually needing to be taken home by Simeon.

Luke had so much fun he fell asleep.

Thanks for making it this far. I had fun getting this out of my brain.

[scribblesbyb]

Writing Game Week #1: Use These Prompts to Get Back Into Writing!

Prompt 1 Prompt 2 Prompt 3 Prompt 4 Prompt 5 Prompt 6 Rules: Sharing randomly generated prompts every day for a week. Create sth with it in only an hour (time yourself). Don't edit or proofread till the very end. Just. Write. Tags: cute idiotic fluff, voyeurism??, just two people being idiots really A/N: For this prompt, I chose Book I in the series, The Seven Realms (The Demon King). Feel free to pick wtv you like for your take. I colored the part I took from the book as well.

P.S. If you've never read the book/series, you'll be lost lol. I tried to leave as many context clues though so I hope you still enjoy it!

WC: 1637

Prompt 7: Turn to page 103 in Your favorite book, read the scene, and finish it yourself.

“Raisa swallowed hard and stepped into the shelter of the doorway. Amon planted a hand on Micah’s shoulder and propelled him down the corridor. But the look Micah fired at Raisa over his shoulder said this wasn’t the end of it.” 

Cowering back into her room, Raisa breathed out deeply, hand trembling as she carefully shut the door. Plopping herself onto the comfy mattress, her exhausted body spread like a starfish, she tried desperately not to think of Micah’s glare. 

It lingered on her skin. She hugged her body close, comforting herself, quickly switching topics in her mind. She thought of her fervent kiss with Amon; how his big arms embraced her and his worrying made her stomach twist with butterflies.

There was nothing to worry about, she reassured herself. Whoever made that tunnel must’ve died a long time ago.

“Whatever,” she mumbled under her breath, ignoring the creeping blush in her cheeks. “Let’s change out of this bothersome gown.”

While she did that, her mind continued to harass her, reminding her of how stupid it was to throw herself at Amon like that. He clearly didn’t seem to be into it. And something about that hurt the princess on a primal level. 

What was I thinking? Wearing a gown? Letting Magret know our secret place? Kissing him? Telling him about the tunnel? And now this whole mess with Micah?

Micah, who had sat in his room fuming, unable to believe that a man of the Queen’s Guard nevertheless dared emasculate him as such. Just like Raisa feared, this wasn’t over. Amon had made an enemy without even realizing it.

Bryne’s son was facing a difficult night of his own. Having seen Raisa after all these years sent his mind spiraling. Foolishly he tried to tell himself he didn’t know why. But he did. He absolutely did. Raisa in that gown? Raisa being the daring, do-first-think-later girl he admired? Raisa’s lips, her waist, her soft skin?

He shook his head; his movements deliberately slow as he undressed. He feared that if he moved any faster, it would prompt him to do something rash. Like go back, check on the princess, sweep her room—in the name of duty, of course, and then…well…things happen.

Then he remembered the tunnel. Raisa promised she’d do something about it but he knew her. She’s stubborn enough to think that it still posed no danger. 

Instinctively, his armor came back on and he retraced their steps back to the glass garden. Sure, he had to be up early. And yes, he probably wouldn’t hear the end of it from his dad if he’s incompetent tomorrow. It didn’t matter. He just wanted, nay needed, to know that the princess, his Raisa, was safe.

In no time, he was descending the ladder into the rat-infested pathway that led to her room. Worried she had already slept, he kept his footsteps light as he approached the end. It was hard to keep his breathing steady, though. His heart was beating too fast. Images that weren’t supposed to be running through his mind couldn’t stop emerging despite how hard they pushed them away.

Images of them kissing here only minutes ago. Images of what could’ve happened if he hadn’t stopped them. And why did he? Just why? Just because she’s the princess? Just because his righteous self wouldn’t let him?

His thoughts halted as he came to the door. Bracing himself, he put his hand to it and opened it slightly ajar. He paused to listen. Beyond the walls, he could hear the sound of water running. Perhaps the princess is taking a shower? 

Amon thanked the heavens. He thought he was going to have to work while Raisa slept. But if she was in her bathroom quarters, there was enough noise to cover his movements. He would work swiftly; board the door up before Raisa was done.

But Raisa was already drying herself off, seeing that she wasn’t enjoying her bath as much as she typically did.

Her mind had continued to incessantly worry over every little thing that happened throughout her long, exhausting day. It cut her bathtime short. She decided it was best she went to sleep; put an end to this day once and for all.

Wrapping her body up in a towel, she came out, steam trickling into the room, alerting her late-night intruder. He jumped, hiding behind the several dresses that hung in her wardrobe. Bones! He thought. She’s going to reach in here for clothes, isn’t she?

He glanced behind him. The door was already half boarded up. He couldn’t go back the way he came and come back later to finish his job. He was stuck. 

Raisa, unaware of her friend’s presence or his turmoil, shed the towel covering her up to the ground. Water rolled off her tan skin, dripping onto the soft rug beneath her soles. She went through the dresser near her bed, searching for a pair of undergarments suitable for bed. What pieces she deemed fit she threw onto her bed in one swift motion.

Amon watched. He didn’t want to. He begged his eyes to look away, tried to pry them off the lines of the princess’ curves or the fullness of her body. He remembered how firm yet frail it felt in his arms as he kissed her. How right it was to do so.

It was hard to stop. His lustful gaze followed her as she dressed. She bent over slightly to put on her underwear, covering her intimates first. Then, she glided a thin, pink nightdress over her glistening skin. It stopped at her knees, granting Amon a sheer view of Raisa’s front. 

Brushing her hair back, the blissfully unaware princess sat at her dresser to unbraid and brush her hair. Normally, Marget would be doing this for her. She didn’t mind doing it herself, though. 

Her mind drifted to Amon again as she combed through her hair. Where did he learn to kiss like that? It seemed to be the question that bugged her the most. Wouldn’t it be weird if I asked? She feared he’d jump to ridiculous conclusions.

He didn’t seem to have any trouble showing his jealousy, though, Raisa wondered idly, recalling how he reacted when she spoke of her suitors.

“It seems it’s going to be a long night.” The princess sighed to herself, giving up on brushing her hair just as she did with finishing that bath.

Not expecting to hear her talk, Amon startled where he stood, rattling a few hangers as he did. He held his breath and waited, closing his eyes and not wanting to see if Raisa had picked up on the noise. His heart danced wildly in his chest; his lungs filling up with air that begged to be released. 

Weary, he blinked open one eye. Raisa was still sitting there, only she was looking in his direction with fearful eyes. She can’t see me, he thought, but she did hear me.

Grabbing a pair of cutting scissors, Raisa slowly stood to her feet. In her panic, she seemed to forget about her state of undress as her light steps made their way to the closet.

Amon’s brain spiraled some more. Several scenarios ran through his brain, none of which were good. He tried to determine which one was the best case but came up empty. Exhaling loudly, the words came spilling out of him before he could even think.

 “I’m sorry Raisa,” he began quietly, “I only came because I was worried.”

The princess shrieked at her friend’s voice then quickly covered her mouth to muffle the sound. The last thing she wanted was to wake up the guards. Not with Amon here. Not with her dressed like this.

“Amon?” The name was a whisper in the air. “What in Hanalea’s bloody bones are you doing here?”

“I wanted that door boarded up.”

“I promised you I would do it!”

“Please.” He rolled his eyes. “We both know you wouldn’t have.”

The princess huffed, slamming open her closet doors to glare at her rude intruder. “What are you saying? That I’m stubborn?”

Amon’s eyes didn’t know where to look. He squirmed and fidgeted at the proximity of such breathtaking beauty. Face red, he replied, “Yes, Your Highness.”

“There you go calling me that again.”

“Would you look at yourself?” Amon’s eyes flicked to hers, tired of being the sane one here. “Look at yourself and tell me you’re not royalty.”

Embarrassed, Raisa hid her body behind clumsy arms. She looked away, turning to fetch a robe and cover herself up. Amon let out another heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry.”

Raisa stood there, too shy to speak. Tensed silence filled the room till she found her voice.

“I’m sorry, too.”

“For what?”

“For being stubborn, I suppose.”

Amon chortled, shoulders finally slumping back. “I’ll be going now…I didn’t mean to disturb you. Thought you’d be sleeping by now.”

“That makes the two of us.”

Amon smiled again. “Yeah, Da’ is never letting me live this one down.”

Raisa smiled back, stepping up and briskly patting his shoulders. “Well, then you’d better go soldier. And that’s an order from your soon-to-be queen.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

She could tell from his tone he didn’t mean it that time, and her smile widened.

She let him out the door, bidding him good night once more. Before he walked away, however, she asked, “by the way…how long were you in my room for?”

Amon halted, heart stopping in his throat as he turned back around. “I’d only just come in.”

With that, he rushed down the hallway, fleeing what felt like the scene of a crime. Raisa cocked her head in question, but being too exhausted from overthinking things, she didn’t dwell on it.

Then she noticed how far along the door had been boarded up and realized her late-night visitor had been here longer than he should’ve been. The thought filled her with an inexplicable anxiety that kept her up all of that night.  

[impider]

DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET. [ let's do this one last time . . . ]

BASICS

LEGAL NAME : jesoluba jesiah amal eze [ a very religious yoruba name that he is extremely protective and secretive of . his first two names mean ' jesus is king ' and ' the lord exists ' , respectfully . he hasn't told anyone his full real name since adopting his moniker as a high school freshmen . he never plans to again due to a combination of how seriously he takes his faith , his culture and the ridicule he suffered from racially ignorant school children and communities growing up as a black / yoruba young man in london ] . NICKNAME[S] : kulta [ primary nickname , a chosen moniker that he exclusively goes by in friendly and even professional environments . it is a finnish name that means ' gold ' ] . king kulta / kulta king [ his chosen name / moniker in full ] . eshu-elegba [ literally do not ever call him this or even utter this name in his presence . this is the name of the yoruba crossroads deity that he made a deal with to gain his powers and fame . he is very strict about the fact that he is not the crossroads deity , but merely taking their place and paying back a debt . kulta can be summoned at the crossroads by this name , but again , being so religious , he believes saying it will summon the original deity and bring on some wicked onslaught ] . SPIDER TRICKSTER / CROSSROADS SPIDER / DEMON SPIDER [ " you rang ? " ] . jj / jay - jay [ in reference to his real name . exclusively for his parents , uncle and those bastard cousins that wanna claim him after his come up ] . DATE OF BIRTH : the twenty - fourth of october [ it should be mentioned that kulta follows the yoruba calendar and doesn't believe in western zodiacs or birth charts . instead , he recognizes his birth month as being dedicated to Ṣìgìdì - Òrìṣà of Òrún-Apadi, the realm of the unsettled spirits and the ghosts of the dead that have left Aye and are forsaken of Òrún-Rere (Heaven) ] . GENDER : cis man . PLACE OF BIRTH : london , england in the queens borough . [ his london has been split into boroughs similar to new york named after the monarchy ] . CURRENTLY LIVING : inter dimensional traveling tour bus . SPOKEN LANGUAGES : yoruba [ first language ] , fon , bariba , dendi , french , german [ conversational , taken in school ] , and english . EDUCATION : high school . HAIR COLOR : black . EYE COLOR : light brown . HEIGHT : 6'1" / 185.4 cm . WEIGHT : 168 lbs / 76.2 kg .

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLING[S] : none . PARENT[S] : anuoluwapo " anu " tiwa eze [ mother , alive ] . adebiyi amal eze [ father , alive ] . RELATIVE[S] : bamidele adisa eze [ paternal uncle , missing ] . CHILDREN : none . PET[S] : there's an orange cat with zero braincells that lives on the tour bus . kulta refuses to name it because he keeps telling his band they're not keeping it . it's been there for two years now .

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : he hates you , don't worry . RELATIONSHIP STATUS : as multiship as it gets but he's mean and noncommittal . SINCE WHEN : " you tryin t' marry me or something ? issa nice day for a white wedding , innit ? "

tagged by : @hatethepm + @fangwebs [ TY. KISSES FOR MY FRIENDS ] .

tagging : mostly everyone i know has been tagged , but if you haven't and you see this , i'm tagging you ! [ jk , special tag for the love of my life , @spidersiren ] .

[petrikaira]

The Butler

Chapter 2: The Forest (The Past)

Pg 2 (Previous, First chapter)

Rating: T for Teen

Cw: Mind control

“Valko. Stop,” Liita, Queen of the fae, commanded in her perfectly sickly sweet voice. 

The magic, layered with his true name and the glow of her eyes,  took hold like a hand anchoring him through his brain. His hands curled in the fresh earth. His legs dug themselves in. He slowed, almost careening into a tree. Go, he begged himself, but it was quiet. Barely a whisper in the corner of his mind.

His Queen had commanded him. And he needed to stay put. 

“You’ve been a very bad doggy.” She landed before him in her stupid, perfect glory. Her faintly green hands cling to her hips. “And a very bad butler.”

Valko’s tail drooped. He whined, just like the doggy she called him. He hated being called a doggy. He shouldn’t be trying to please her, so well, not like this. 

Wait. That was wrong. He shouldn’t be trying to please her, full stop.

“And you’re going to come back, and apologize to us and our entire kingdom, aren’t you, doggy?”

She sneered at him, perfect pink lips parting. Unlike her husband, he knew those pretty lips held fangs as long as his. Unlike her husband, he knew she used them to rip apart those who went against her. 

Valko fought against the grip on his mind. He didn’t want to go with her. He wanted to run back into the forest, far and deep until he found the gateway to Hell and escaped her grasp. The fae royals couldn’t follow him there, not without petitioning the devil for access to the infernal realms. There the fae could no longer toy with him. There, the fae would have to do a series of paperwork to allow a contingency from their realms access to even look at all, and Valko knew that wasn’t something the fae would do. They would never submit to a demon’s deal. 

He wanted to keep going. To run back to Hell, even though he knew he would not be safe there. Yes, he had wronged her. He knew that the path back was as bad as the path forward. Either way, he faced an evisceration of himself. Her eyes caught his.

Something in his mind snapped. He had wronged her. He had been a very bad doggy. A very bad butler. 

A crash through the trees. Mifispectuus, the fae king, strode through them. His gleaming, long blonde hair floating around him like sunlight and his gossamer dragonfly wings languidly beating. As always, Valko was unarmed by his perfectly sculpted face. 

“You’ll be coming with us, won’t you, Valko? Forgiveness is only there for those who come,” Mifispectuus said, lightly floating down to stand before them with the moons in his eyes glowing like the night sky.

Valko wanted to throw himself at his feet and beg for forgiveness. To kiss at the proffered royal hand, to let the fae King and Queen do whatever they wanted with him. He had been so, so bad, and only they could allow him to make it right. He salivated at the thought of it.

“I will come,” he heard his own voice say, as if from afar. 

“Stand,” Queen Liita said.

He stood. 

King Mifispectuus held out a perfectly formed hand, pale fingers blushed with the color of moss. “Take my hand. We are going home.”

Valko took it. He savored the fact his king was letting him touch him at all. 

Queen Liita led them, picking her way across the wildly growing bushes and the scorched earth. She waved a magnanimous hand and put out burning blue fires. Her presence guided them. He was glad to follow in her shoes. 

The mushrooms of the fae ring had grown in a perfect circle now, back where he had run from them. So silly to have run. Home. With his majesties. Right through the pillow buttons of red and polka dot, right back to the fae court. 

Home. 

He stepped in to the fairy ring, King Mifispectuus’ hand in his. Cool. Wings still. The Queen turned, her green eyes sparkling.

“That’s a good doggy. Come home, now.”

And the earth opened and swallowed them whole.

(Previous, Next)

[babynicholas1992]

The Great Mighty Poo Refucking Turns pt 1

"I am the Great Mighty Poo..."

And this time—he’s not alone.

The IceDevil92 legacy returns with a vengeance in this deranged sewer symphony of sludge and chaos. Conker never saw this remix coming.

This track is part of the IceDevil Vault, where legends echo in grime and glory. Featuring Nyxxa—his twisted queen of waste—and a beat that’ll have you singing in the stall.

Bow before the bowel.

Sing loud or drown in the flush.

Long live the Ice Devil.

The Great Mighty Poo Refucking Turns (IceDevil Savage Remix) Written and performed by The Ice Devil92

Intro

(Yo, deep guttural growl)

Yeah, it’s IceDevil here, the original shitlord,

Back from the sewers, the king with no remorse.

Y’all thought you escaped? Nah, I’m still droppin’ bombs—

The Great Mighty Poo, refuckin’ turnin’ on y’all!

---

Verse 1

I’m the nightmare in your pipes, the motherfuckin’ stench,

Droppin’ nuclear turds that’ll wreck your whole bench.

Smell that? That’s fear mixed with decay,

I’m the shit-slingin’ demon that don’t give a damn today.

Used to run the halls with this shit in my veins,

High school was my kingdom, spreadin’ terror like chains.

IOS m*********** was my weapon of choice,

Showin’ punk-ass bitches who had no voice.

I’m the sludge emperor, filthy and proud,

My turds roll deep, heavy, and loud.

One flick of my wrist, and your whole world’s fucked,

I’m the Great Mighty Poo, leave your guts all plucked.

---

Chorus

I’m the Great Mighty Poo, refuckin’ turn,

Droppin’ mad shit so your stomach’ll burn.

Cussin’, disgustin’, king of the grime,

Try to step up? I’ll bury your slime.

---

Verse 2

Throwin’ shit like grenades, you better duck quick,

My chocolate starfish hits harder than a brick.

Talk that trash? I’ll shatter your pride,

Leave you sittin’ in filth, nowhere to hide.

Freakin’ filthy flow, with a stank so raw,

I’m the king of the gutter, layin’ down the law.

No mercy, no chill, I’m the shitstorm’s face,

Mess with the poo? Prepare for disgrace.

---

Bridge

(Whispered dark)

Here’s a token of gratitude to all the haters I crushed,

You’re just toilet paper in my sewer rush.

---

Final Chorus

I’m the Great Mighty Poo, refuckin’ turn,

Droppin’ mad shit so your stomach’ll burn.

Cussin’, disgustin’, king of the grime,

Try to step up? I’ll bury your slime.

Verse 3 — The Shitstorm Rises

I’m the king of the cesspit, the lord of the stink,

My turds hit like freight trains, make your eyeballs blink.

Chocolate thunder rolling, your soul’s on the run,

Try to step to the throne? You’re already done.

I’m the biohazard, the sewer’s dark spawn,

My shit’s so toxic, it’ll haunt you till dawn.

You smell that decay? That’s my battle cry,

Bow down to the poo, or kiss your ass goodbye.

---

Savage Interlude (Spoken)

You call that shit? Ha! I’m the shit!

The shit you wipe with, the shit you spit!

I’m the smell you can’t escape, the nightmare in your pipes,

I’m the Great Mighty Poo, motherfucker, and I’m hyped!

---

Outro — Last Drop

So here’s your warning, all you prissy-ass fools,

Mess with the poo, and you’re breakin’ the rules.

I’m the king of the grime, the prince of the muck,

The Great Mighty Poo — you’re outta luck.

[Verse — IceDevil x Great Mighty Poo flex]

If you thought you knew the poo, you don’t know shit ’bout me,

IceDevil’s in the shadows, where the wicked run free.

I was droppin’ bombs in the game when you were just a kid,

A legend in the making — ain’t no way you did what I did.

Two kings combined, one unholy spawn,

Mess with my realm, you’re forever gone.

From the sewer to the streets, we own the throne,

IceDevil and the Poo — rulers of the unknown.

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[valentine-cafe]

A reader in relationship with a super rich character who is spoiling them. The reader thought getting anything and everything, living like a royal is all they ever wanted but now that they have it...

Things are still not right.

Being in such a position came with unexpected pressure. From people and from themself...

. ˚◞♡ 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅 / 𝒈𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ꒰ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒙 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒊 ꒱◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ valerius / gn reader ꒱ being the spouse of a man considered to be the demon king, you had everything handed to you on a silver platter. however, the anxieties within you start to stir until you feel an increasing pressure on your shoulders

𖹭. content warnings◞  hurt/comfort . 0.6k

𖹭. receipts◞  decided to write this request with a bit of a twist because we need more valerius content. . . 

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𖹭. being married to someone considered the demon king certainly came with its perks. for instance, total invincibility. valerius would be damned again than let anything happen to you - and not only was he a frightening demon but the fourth rhytaari. no one would so much as come near his beloved. lest they wanted them and their lineage to be cursed for several centuries.

𖹭. apart from that, it also meant that you were spoiled beyond measure by your husband. anything that you wanted was yours with a mere click of his finger. one of his favourite gifts was jewellery. donning you in all sorts of necklaces, earrings and bracelets from all over the realms. gold from zenith, opal from nadir. whatever he could get his hands on, whatever you wanted - it was yours.

𖹭. not to mention that your demon lover was far from the cold type when it came to you. frightening and intimidating to everyone else, but to you - a gentleman who showered you with affection.

𖹭. you were praised as his queen/king within his temple. by his servants, demons and members of his cult. a part of you liked the attention; but it also left you feeling a bit pressured whenever he was not around. the keen eyes of his subjects and those who would visit the temple.

𖹭. next to him you were a mere mortal. well - the soul of the mortal he brought down to the abhorration instead of letting you pass on to the afterlife. he couldn’t bear to be separated from you, so he took you along with him. you thought you’d adjusted to the realm and your new life; but with the added pressure, you now weren’t too sure.

𖹭. it would soon bleed into you not feeling comfortable even when you were around him. which resulted in you distancing yourself from him, something he of course noticed. at first he thought it was due to him being particularly busy as of late -

𖹭. but he’d observe you. watching your mannerisms. seeing how you felt. . . more weighed down. and when he finally approached you on the matter. grabbed your waist in that tender way that he always does, pressed you down on his throne and kneeled down, holding onto your hands and silently coxing you to tell him what befell his beloved’s heart. . . you burst and told him everything

𖹭. “αγάπη μου,” (my love )  he mutters. reaching a gold hand up to stroke his thumb along your cheek. swiping away tears and leaning down to press a soft kiss atop your thigh. “why would you do such to yourself? why deceive yourself with such lies? you are perfect.”

𖹭. he would rise you out of his throne only to seat and pull you into his lap directly after. rest your head against his chest and rub tender fingers into your back. “you feel as though you are not good enough for me? a demon? a prince of the damned?” a soft chuckle leaves him as he presses a kiss atop your head.

𖹭. “I brought you here to be my spouse. to relinquish your worries and keep you safe, sound. . . happy - with me. not to put you under pressure. you needn’t ‘live up to me’ - you are perfect as you are.”

𖹭. the day would be filled of him cuddling up to you. keeping you near. it would bleed into the week. and once the members of his cult found out what you were telling yourself? they rushed over like kicked puppies. profusely apologising, praising and telling you that there was no need to worry because you were ‘amazing, magnificent, glorious and every epitome of -’ ( valerius grew tired of them )

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Ramiel was treading dangerous waters building lie after lie, pouring the ingredients into an already sweetened pot while the metaphorical stove flared at the highest degrees. The longer he added another untrue statement into the mix, the likeliness of an impending catastrophic explosion in his face seemed inevitable. Despite being realms apart providing a barrier of protection from the danger, he did not doubt whether King Envy or Wrath will portal through a passageway and unravel the perfectly crafted fantasy the demon assassin weaved beautifully for himself and the hybrid. Because what this was, the confession of love and the too perfect marriage proposal, were unexpected aspects of the front he placed forth. Unplanned and so far removed from the objective of his purpose for even creating contact between him and Blair. Yet, the shifting circumstances are not entirely spinning out of Ram's control as his mind pretended that it was. Deep within him, the demon knew his feelings for the woman stand completely genuine and the proposal, while an excuse to fill the silence and subdue suspicion, grew from a place of an agony living his centuries without her at his side. Why should he comply with a demand that cruelly steals away what rightly belonged to him? Blair was his alone and the ring she would wear on her finger would carry the shocking proof. Ramiel's lips upturned in a smile of overwhelming adoration as he simply soaked in Blair's admiring for the ring, gathering the overflowing guilt and stuffing it into a steel box at the back of his mind. "I procured it after the first time we, you know. It was made unanimously clear that I'd wanted nothing more than the pleasure of being your husband." He gave Blair's hand a gentle squeeze, raising it between them to press a kiss against the back of hers. "Yes, your grandmother, I had the honor of introducing myself when she nearly cornered me in the hallway." There was some kernel of truth to that. He and Seraphina passed by recently, the Queen instantly recognizing who he was before he barely opened his mouth. Their meeting was by no means the first. "Nothing wrong with her curiosity, darling, I assure you. She will be most happy knowing she can begin planning a royal wedding." Ram hummed lightly and cocked his head, "Does marrying a Princess then make me a Prince? Always wondered how I would look with a crown."

She knew the things that her cousin would say about the situation, as if he were speaking them in person. He'd tell her that the timing was off, the circumstances suspicious. Cael would say that Ramiel, being a demon, though she was a full one herself, wouldn't have a trustworthy bone in his body and to be skeptical of the proposal as if her life depended on it. Blair would be lying if she didn't admit to herself that the voice in her head was saying the same thing, however small it was in the back of her mind. However, she had made her choice, and she wasn't going to back down from it. The hybrid knew three truths. She loved him, he loved her, and they were brought together for a reason. That reason was interpreted by her as a way to actually live her life for her, when all her years until now were running from the ghosts of her parents' deaths and the axe that was swinging for her neck at all times. "I can never beat your logic, Ram." Blair could have stayed in his embrace forever, feeling Ramiel's skin against hers, hearing him say over and over that he loved her– something she knew she'd never get tired of even years down in the future. It was... one of the few things she looked forward to in the future, when previously it had seemed pointless when there might not have been a future for her in the end of it all. The hybrid watched curiously as Ramiel pulled away from her in search of his own clothes, a part of her worried that he'd be leaving, when he pulled out something she didn't think he'd have already had instead. In Ram's hand was the most exquisite ring she'd seen, simple yet breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyes softened as she took the ring in trembling fingers, speechless once again on the same day, turning it every which way as her gaze took in the beautiful diamond. It was a heartwarming callback to the color of her House— a piece of her legacy, even if she might never get to claim her spot in Hell. Slipping it onto her ring finger, Blair held her hand out to inspect, moving her fingers so that the ring caught the light while she got used to the subtle weight change. "I do say, Ramiel, you do have quite good taste to have this prepared already. I love it," the hybrid smiled towards the demon, hand lowering once more to grasp his. "I can't wait to show it off so that everyone knows who I'm going to marry– I know my grandmother will probably be the most excited of everyone."

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Hey! I read this and was wondering if you could write a drabble/imagine on that Dad! Daemon is training the boys (Rhaegon, jace, Luke and Aemond and Aegon if you want) and Mom!reader, Alyssa, Baela and Rhaena are watching and one of them makes a comment about girls not knowing how to fight properly or something (you decides) and mom!reader (who is very good with a sword, by the way) fights Daemon and wins (with the girls cheering) thus proving otherwise, please? (just a moment of fun and relaxation with the children with them)

it's been so long since i last wrote mom!reader in our dad!daemon au!! i had some fun writing this, specially because i love writing the kids <3 i wrote this drabble based on my favorite scene from the fire & blood book so, i hope you like 💓

"I like when father comes to the training yard. Ser Criston doesn't like to let me watch." Alyssa said excitedly, spinning around you.

"Oh, really?" You frowned, confused.

You knew that Alyssa herself had asked Viserys for his permission to let her watch the boys training anytime she wanted to. Alicent once had told her that little girls aren't supposed to hold swords, that is a man's job. But you knew your daughter had your husband's temper, and she wouldn't let the Queen tell her what to do. She asked her uncle to let her train with the boys, but the king refused.

But Demon had his training lessons with her and your oldest son, so it was quite obvious that your daughter had a thing for fighting. And you liked to encourage her. Since very young, you liked swords and self-defense training, so perhaps your little girl took a little taste for it after you. You had your own sword, your own shield, your own armor, and yet you wore dresses, and was only seen in ringmail for dragonriding. Nowadays, no one would take you as a shieldmaiden, but you knew that you still remained talented in your bones if you had a sword in your hands.

"I'm glad we can watch!" Baela grinned, looking up at you.

"Yeah, Baela and I don't get to see the training as much as Alyssa does. Ser Criston says it's not up for little girls to be on the training yard." Rhaena took your hand as you walked together to the camp.

You could hear the sound of steel clashing from afar. The boys were training in pairs; Rhaegon and Aemond, Luke and Maegon, but Aegon and Jacaerys were both against Daemon. You and the girls stayed close, but not too close, since there were too many people holding swords in the same space.

You watched your husband having his fun with the boys. You knew how he felt about Aemond and Aegon, but he wouldn't hurt the kids on purpose. It was fun to watch him turning them against each other.

"He's only using one hand, how can you be so slow?!" Aegon shouted, scolding Jacaerys as he tried to strike Daemon.

"You're not doing any better, Aegon." Jace huffed, trying his hardest to touch Daemon.

The Rogue Prince was quick to dodge the boys’ moves, and easily push them both to the ground. Aegon groaned loudly, tossing his sword in anger.

"Better luck next time." Daemon smirked.

The girls laughed, watching the prince having a meltdown. Aegon could be so dramatic sometimes...

"What are you laughing at? Honestly, what are you even doing here? This is a place for men only! We know you want to train, but women can't do shit with swords in their pretty little hands!" Aegon yelled.

You cocked an eyebrow. You couldn't understand since when this training yard had been a "place for men only". Your husband held the sword of the queen conqueror, Visenya Targaryen, and this didn't mean anything for them? Women had done so many things for this realm, and yet there was no place in the training yard for them? "Who decided we can't fight too?", you wondered.

You looked down to Alyssa, who stood beside you with quite a frown once she heard that she didn't belong there.

"Stay. If your father asks, say I'll be back soon." You told her, leaving a kiss on top of her head before you headed inside.

Daemon watched you leave and immediately came towards his daughter, who hugged his legs before he could even say a word.

"Where did your mother go? I thought she would watch the training with you girls." The prince asked, taking the little girl in his arms.

"She said she will be back soon." Alyssa shrugged.

No one expected you to come back with your hair braided in a crown around your head, wearing a full armor and ringmail, and with your sword in your hand. Maybe the armor was a bit too much, but it was good to wear something that once felt like a second skin to you.

The boys chatted between themselves, until one of them saw you and went silent. When everyone's sight caught you, they were too shocked to say anything. You felt powerful. You felt like showing them you belonged in that yard, and like you should show them what women could do with a sword in their pretty little hands.

"So, this place is supposed to be for men only. I'm guessing it's because 'women can't fight'?" You smirked, staring directly at Prince Aegon, "But tell me, who's too much of a man to defeat me? I mean, I'm only a woman, so I think it wouldn't be that hard, right?"

Alyssa looked at you with wide eyes. She was too marveled to express any words. She had never seen you in your armor, and you never talked about your swordswoman days. You thought your support was enough, but you left Daemon to be the only role model as a warrior in her life. Today you would be her knight in shining armor.

"I'm not fighting a woman!" Aegon said.

Daemon smirked, looking at you with a hunting gaze, that same look he used moments before taking you to bed. You stared at him, drawing your sword and pointing it out towards him.

"Perhaps my lord husband would like to give me this honor?" You bit your smirk as the children gasped at your challenge.

"Mother, you can't be serious!" Maegon frowned.

"You cannot possibly think that you can defeat father in sword combat." Rhaegon stared at you as if you had gone insane, and perhaps everyone shared the same thought. Everyone but Alyssa, and Daemon.

"It would be a pleasure to finally show my pupils some real sword fighting. It's not that bullshit that Cole tries to teach you, and unfortunately, I'll not be here everyday to show it to you. Today my lady wife will show you how it's done. Perhaps you can learn a thing or two from her, Aegon." Daemon teased, unsheathing Dark Sister and going to the center of the yard.

You passed by his side, and Daemon grabbed your arm, making you stop. You smirked and looked up to him, towering your body.

"You look really hot right now." He practically howled near your ear, letting go of your arm.

"That's how it's done." Daemon pointed out, staring at the children whose mouths fell open to the prince's bleeding face.