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melaniem54 · 1 year ago
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Review: Fool Me Twice (Court of Pain Book 2) by Ariana Nash
Rating: 4.5 🌈 Well, that was brutal. And ultimately satisfying. It’s been a while, from the beginning of the year, since the first book of this two story series was released . So it took me a while to mentally catch up on the events that Fool Me Twice opens up on. That the cliffhanger that Fool Me Once ends on and this novel opens up with. Our three characters , Lark, Arin, and Draven,…
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diejager · 10 months ago
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somnophilia with big brother simon?..😵‍💫
Cw: somnophilia, DARKFIC, INCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, creampie, unprotected sex, PinV, cockwarming, tell me if I missed any.
Slotting himself against you, he slipped into you without any struggle, basking in the warmth of your gummy walls. You were still slick and stretched from earlier, bending you over his desk and fingering you until you stopped squirming, compliant and soft under him, your cunt clenching around his fingers while you bucked backed and mewled softly. You fit so well in his arms, pressing your back to his chest as he spooned you, panting against your nape and mumbling little praises.
He rolled his hips, the fat head of his cock tapping your cervix, making his groan in pleasant appreciation. Pulling back, he gave a shallow and hard thrust, plunging back into you with a wet slap, his balls hanging from the side of his thigh. He soaked in your slick, feeling it drizzle down the thick base and wetting his groomed hair. You writhed in your sleep, walls fluttering around him, pulsing with a hot and strong beat, little moans slipping through your closed lips.
He fucked your slow but roughly, pulling out gently, throbbing inside of you before he rammed in, his tip kissing your cervix. It pulled sleepy mewls from you and grunting moans from him, his eyes closing in the sheer ecstasy of you. He missed this, feeling your sweet cunt milk him dry and pumping you full of cum, or pounding you into the mattress of your bed, but you’d been on a month long Op away from him. His little sis was taken away from him by another Task Force needing a temporary medic for a specific mission, gone for a month with little communication for classified reasons.
He’d shut down, the ice that had thawed had frozen over again, and he couldn’t jerk himself off when you were gone, leaving him to stalk the walls with heavy balls and a thick and neglected cock that demanded your attention. His mouth thirsted for a taste of your lips and your tangy slick, his hands itched to grip your hips and thighs and his cock ached to find the warmth of your cunt and hands. Nothing he’d done would soothe him, neither sleep nor pleasuring himself to the thought of you, naked on his bed, but it flet blasphemous to think of you in such ways.
What a hypocrite —a disgusting hypocrite. He would damn himself for imagining you in such ways despite being unable to control his thought and his actions when he ploughed into you, fucking his cum deeper. He felt you stir when he gave a particularly harsh thrust, jerking your whole body and wrenching a whimper from you.
“Si..?” Your voice was lathered in sleep, raspy and tired from just returning from your mission.
“ ‘m taking care of it, lovie. Don’t worry,” he groaned, gasping and rutting against you, his cock’s throbbing growing in strength and pace.
“Ah- o-okay.”
Without any struggle, your eyes closed and you went back to sleep, mind succumbing to your exhaustion and his manhandling, letting him do as he wished with you. Giving a few short and hard thrusts, growling in your ear, little praises about you being so good for him, he came after bottoming out, his balls tightening and cock twitching. Spurting cum from his sensitive slit, he felt your walls clamp down on him, pulling and coaxing all the load he had to offer you. He softened, limp shaft laying snugly inside your tight, painted cunt, mumbling incoherent words before he calmed down.
“Thank you,” he gasped, breathing loudly in your ear, “Thank you.”
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negans-lucille-tblr · 1 year ago
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Look What You Made Me Do | Step Dad!Negan | Dark Oneshot
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Summary: Negan’s there to welcome home his step-daughter after her first date, but he doesn’t like what she chose to wear, and decides to show her what the consequences of dressing like a slut might be. 
Rating: 18+ (Dark smut)
Pairing(s): Step Dad!Negan x Step Daughter!Rachel
WARNINGS: non con, forced sex, step-incest, dirty talking, p in v, daddy kink, forced blowjob, slapping, victim blaming, forced loss of virginity, mentions of blood, crying during sex, pain
WC: ± 2K A/Ns: This was commissioned by the lovely @ruewritesstuff, and it almost made me feral. So enjoy <3
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Negan’s fingers bounce on the arm of the couch as he watches the time, the second hand on the clock ticking around, the minute hand drawing closer and closer to the twelve. The house is practically silent, not that he’d hear his wife from where he’s sitting, anyway. Their house is fairly large, and there are about four doors closed between them right now. He’d encouraged her to go to bed after her fifth yawn sitting beside him, and he knew it would be a matter of minutes before she was knocked out on the Xanax she needs to take to help her sleep. He’d insisted he could wait up until her daughter returned home from her date, but now he’s growing impatient. 
He hadn’t been there, still stuck in work when whatever college boy showed up to take his eighteen year old step-daughter on a date. What business has some college boy got with her, anyway? Negan’s fairly sure she’s a virgin, and she’s not had a boyfriend that he’s been aware of in the two years he’s been in her life. But then Negan scoffs to himself. Of course a college boy would be interested in a naive, virgin senior. Even Negan finds himself interested. But that’s different, because he’s older and wiser, and he can protect her from all the boys that wanna fuck her and leave her heart broken. The thought of someone taking her innocence away and not even having the common decency to call her back makes his skin crawl. Though, if Negan’s truly honest with himself, maybe that’s just the jealousy talking. What he wouldn’t give to be the one to take her innocence, and he’ll be fucked off if some frat boy beats him to it. 
He hasn’t gotten his dick wet in months. His wife hasn’t shown an interest since she half assed giving him a handjob on his birthday, and the longer he goes only thinking about sinking his cock into someone as tight and warm as his little girl, the more desperate he is for relief. He would go out and find some random slut to fuck, but he wants to save himself for her, just like she’s been saving herself for him; she just doesn’t know it yet. 
Negan’s attention is once again drawn to the clock, and he notices that it’s eleven PM on the dot, and as if on cue, he hears the rumble of a car engine and rises to his feet to see a guy opening his passenger door, and Rachel climbing out of it. She looks good in the mini skirt and shirt she decided to wear, her red hair tied up as Negan imagines wrapping it around his fist as she chokes on his cock, and he grunts when the guy takes her hand and walks her up the garden path to the front door. Negan stalks to the door and opens it just before they can kiss, and he’s secretly elated with his timing, and far less impressed with theirs. 
“You’re late,” he grunts out, and Rachel blushes, clearing her throat. 
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles. 
“It’s my fault, sir, I didn’t realize the time, we were star gazing.” 
Negan’s nose crinkles at the very idea of Rachel and this boy laying on some shitty picnic blanket looking up at some fucking stars like they’re in some rom com, bet the pervert even tried to get his hand up her skirt. Maybe he even succeeded, and just the thought has Negan slamming the door in the boy’s face the second Rachel crosses the threshold. 
“I’m not even five minutes late,” Rachel argues, narrowing her blue eyes at him. 
“I don’t fucking care, late is late,” he growls, noticing her lipstick is far more faded than it probably should be, and he wonders if she wore it off by kissing that low-life, or maybe even worse; sucking his cock. “What the fuck are you even wearing? You look like a whore.” 
Rachel looks down her body and tugs on the hem of her skirt, only blushing more violently, and she swallows thickly. 
“Mom said I look nice,” she mumbles, looking around as if to seek out her mother. 
“Well your Mom doesn’t fucking care if you get fucking raped in the back of some college boy’s shitty Sedan then, does she?” 
“Callum wasn’t like that,” Rachel insists, stubbornly. “He didn’t even kiss me.” 
“Yeah fucking right,” Negan scoffs. “Look at the fuckin’ state of you,” he growls, reaching out to smear her lipstick some more. “Bet you sucked his cock the whole fucking ride home.” 
“What?” Rachel blinks, shaking her head as horror washes over her face at the very accusation. “No, nothing like that happened, I’m still a virgin.” 
“Mhm,” Negan nods, pretending to believe her, the idea that she might not be only making him angrier. “Of course you fucking are. You think you can fuckin’ lie to me?” 
“I’m not lying, Negan, I swear,” she whimpers, tears filling her eyes. “This was only our first date… my first date,” she explains. 
“Well if you didn’t fuck him you were still fuckin’ asking for it,” Negan accuses. “Weren’t you?” He prompts, making her shake her head. “Of course you were, look at you,” he goads, reaching forward, playing with the slightly open neckline of her shirt. “Your tits are fucking hanging out, and your skirt is so fucking short, I can nearly see your panties, if you’re even wearing any.” 
He can’t help himself from lifting her skirt to find out for sure, and sure enough he can see simple white cotton panties, and she whimpers, pressing her thighs together. Instantly, his cock begins to harden, and he resists the very real urge to tear the cotton from her body and bend her over the couch, fucking into her so hard she’ll feel him for days. Maybe he should do that, maybe then she’ll think twice about letting some random boy take her out. 
“Do you even fucking know what you’re doing?” he asks. “Do you fucking know all those thoughts you put into men’s heads when you dress like this?” Rachel weakly shakes her head, and Negan’s cock only throbs harder. He reaches for her hand and instantly presses it against his crotch. “This. This is what you fucking do to us. Do you think I want to be this fucking hard for my own step-daughter?” Rachel’s tears now stream down her cheeks as she shakes her head and her hand trembles beneath his. “No, of course I fucking don’t, but you don’t fucking care about that, do you? You just want to wear your slutty little clothes, and it’s gonna get you into real fucking trouble one day, sweetheart. Maybe I should teach you a lesson. On your fucking knees.” 
Rachel is now crying aloud as she slowly lowers herself to her knees, and Negan wastes no time freeing his aching cock from his jeans, reaching down to once again take her hand and force her to wrap it around his cock. He works her hand up and down his shaft to show her what to do, but quickly realizes she won’t do it unaided, so he keeps his hand wrapped around hers. 
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry,” she begins to sob, and Negan grunts at the feeling of her skin on his, and the sound of ‘Daddy’ on her lips like that’s going to save her. But the name only turns him on more. 
“You fuckin’ will be,” he promises, “Open that mouth.” She whines, squeezing her eyes shut, and Negan instantly reaches forward and tugs her hair hard, slapping her across the face, making her cry out in pain. “I said open that fucking mouth.” 
With a shaky jaw, Rachel complies, and he wastes no time pushing his cock into her mouth, fucking into the back of her throat, making her gag and splutter around him, spit already indignantly dribbling down her chin and front as it mixes with her tears. 
“Look what you made me do,” he snarls, gasping for breath with each punch at the back of her throat. Fuck, this feels better than he could’ve imagined. “This is all your fault and you fuckin’ know it.” 
Rachel continues to cry, but the sound of it only seems to stir Negan on more, his cock throbbing between her lips, and when he pulls back completely she gasps and splutters for air, dry heaving. 
“Time to find out if you were fucking lying,” Negan tells her, yanking her to her feet by her arm, shoving her over to the couch as she stumbles. He spins her around and forces her to bend over the arm of the couch, throwing her skirt over her ass, seeing that the white cotton panties are actually a thong, and her round, bare ass is right there for him. 
“Rachel,” he tuts, disappointment dripping off of his tongue. “Who the fuck do you think you are wearing panties like this, hm? You think you’re a big fucking girl, don’t you?” 
Rachel doesn’t reply, she just continues to cry, and Negan eagerly pulls the material to one side, exposing her pink, unused pussy, all tight and closed up, yet to be ruined or spoiled by anyone. He’s going to be the first, and if he gets his way, the last, too.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” he asks, looking at the back of her head for any sign of a reply. She doesn’t reply, which gives him his answer. “Have you fucked yourself with toys before? I bet a fucking whore like you has toys.” She shakes her head ‘no’ this time. “Fingers?” Another shake of her head tells Negan everything he needs to know. “Poor baby girl, you have no fucking idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” 
Negan spits on his fingers and roughly pushes them between her folds, forcing them inside her as she screams, and he rushes to cover her mouth with his free hand. Not that her mother will hear her through all those walls and Xanax. Such a shame. He forcibly fucks into her cunt with his fingers, scissoring them in a bid to open her up just enough to take his cock, but he’s doubtful he’s going to fit without a lot of force. He’s still willing to try, though. He spits onto his cock, once again spitting on his fingers too, spreading the wet around her slightly opened hole. 
“No, no no no,” Rachel starts to panic, reaching back to push him away, but Negan’s strong enough to have her trapped there, and even when she tries to stand back up, he only has to push down on her back to get her to double over once again. “Please don’t, please, I’m a virgin, Daddy, please,” she begs. 
“Imagine this was Callum, hm?” he reminds her, teasing the tip of his cock against her tight opening, wondering if he’s going to manage to get inside. He pushes forward, making her scream once again, his hand once more silencing her. “It could’ve been. Could’ve fucking raped you on his backseat. Dropped you home with his cum dripping down your fucking legs and never called you again. You would’ve been just some dumb fucking whore he got to fuck,” he snarls, getting inch by inch inside her slowly. Blood smears over his length and he smirks at the sight, happy to have taken his little girl’s virginity. “You’re fuckin’ lucky it’s me, sweetheart,” he tells her. “You’re fucking lucky it’s someone who loves you.” 
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dilucs-princess · 13 days ago
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hey princess, i've got a quick idea i want to send before i head off for the night.
with what you said about sae, rin and reader yesterday, think of the reader and sae meeting for a first date where the reader spikes sae's drinks or food, and when sae realizes it and tries to get home safely, he luckily runs into rin nearby. sae is too dizzy and too close to unconsciousness to ask rin why he's in the area, just grateful that he can help him get home safely. but when they're inside the house, reader just walks in like the house belongs to them and rin, who planned it all with them, lets them have their fun with his brother before it's his turn
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Oh yes. You and Rin had planned this for weeks. He felt too guilty to drug his brother so he asked you to do it for him, providing you with the drugs ofc <3
Ofc you put aphrodisiacs in his drink too so he can't deny the pleasure you and Rinnie give him <3
Rin tells you what to do the whole time you rape his brother, asking you to be gentle with him, to try and jot hurt or ruin him too much! You just roll your eyes but do as you're told as you force Sae to eat you out. Sae is too out if it, giggling on a high and too pussydrunk to do anything about it, just sloppily sliding his tongue around your cunt.
Rin grins as you orgasm, gently pushing you away to kiss his brother desperately, rubbing at Sae' neglected cock. Sae knows somewhere that this is is little brother Nd it shouldn't happen, pushing him away very gently. But you grab Sae's wrists as Rin starts to prep him.
Sae can only cry as his baby brother forces himself into him <3
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wastemanjohn · 7 months ago
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but isn't it fun if dean *isn't* a good obedient boy when he's getting his brains fucked out by john
isnt it so fun to think of dean clawing john's back to pieces, splitting his skin raw and bleeding, leaving those marks to sting and chafe open again under his clothes for days to come
and isn't it so fun to think of dean biting like an unhinged dog when he's worked up enough, craning his head with its shut tight-eyes off the pillow to sink his teeth deep into that fragile spot of john's between his neck and his collarbone, or his arm, or his shoulder, or whatever his wild panting mouth can reach
and gah so fun to think that sometimes dean pushes back a little, like sometimes he doesn't *want* to keep the noise down when they're fucking somewhere risky, he doesn't *feel like* getting himself ready in advance so john will have to do it instead, like he seems to be doing whatever he can to make this harder on them both
... and like... isn't it so SO fun to think that john lets dean get away with all of it... because john knows he deserves hell's top special for doing this to his boy in the first place, and that this is the closest dean can get to saying no.
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sleepysheepiiee · 5 months ago
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I don’t think not so savory stuff should be barred from cotl fanfics and art, since it is a game about cults. However, I don’t think it should be glamorized or written as a good thing.
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dilucs-princess · 18 days ago
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Reader n Rin drugging n non conning Sae <3
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Streamy delights
summary:
Brother streams the 'game' he plays with his sister. He blindfolds her and has her taste things on camera. Last item is his cock!
The chat also adds requests and he accepts to allow someone to come in and eat her pussy while she sleeps and he films it.
Word Count: 1254
Kinks: sibling incest, incest, somno, oral sex, vaginal fingering, non con, non con voyeurism, non con drug use
Ever since her brother got into gaming she’s been feeling a lot more lonely and left out of things. So when he asked her to play a game with him she immediately agreed, not caring at all what it was. 
That’s how she ended up with a blindfold over her eyes and being led somewhere. She’s sat down and as she feels the chair she’s on, she assumes she’s in his room. She had no idea she was in front of his computer set up, in front of the camera, about to put on a show for his audience. 
If she weren’t so innocent and naive she might have thought of something sinister being off when her brother massaged her tits through her tank top. But before she could ask what he was doing he said, “We’re going to play a game. You’re going to stick your tongue out and I’m going to put something on your tongue. You have to guess what it is, alright?” 
“O…okay.”
“Stick out your tongue.”
So she did. The first thing she tastes is a banana. Not her favorite, so she pulled back and made a face. “Gross…”
“I know. Here, now this.” 
She tasted something sweet. Wrapping her tongue around it, she guesses it’s a lollipop. 
“What flavor?” he asks. 
She licks more, tongue circling around the sweet before she goes, “Cherry.”
“Good girl…stick your tongue out far now.” 
She accepted his order and stuck out her tongue. She feels something on her tongue but she doesn’t recognize the taste at all. She had no idea that her brother had taken his cock out of his basketball shorts and placed the tip on her tongue. 
She pulled back and said, “I don’t know what that is…” 
“Stick your tongue out again,” was all her brother ordered. She did. 
He slapped her cheek a bit with the cock, mostly for his own pleasure. He knew she was too innocent to know what it was. He placed his cock back on top of her tongue and pressed forward a bit. Instinctively she took in the head like she would a lollipop. He moaned when she wrapped her tongue around it, still thinking it was a guessing game. 
He grabbed her head firmly and kept her in place as he began to thrust his cock into her mouth. Even when she gagged he ignored it in favor of chasing his pleasure. He didn’t go too deep though, but fucked her mouth shallowly until he felt he was going to come. 
Pulling out, he stroked himself until he came and covered her with thick ropes of come. 
“Fuck…” He muttered. After panting a bit he said, “Stay still while I clean you up then you can go back to your room.” 
She did as he said and when he told her to go, she didn’t question him. Or notice how fast his chat was going or that she’d been the star of his latest stream. 
***
She remembered her brother coming into her room and sharing a drink with her. It tasted weird but she wanted to have fun with her brother and accepted it when he told her to drink it. They played video games on their Switch but she doesn’t remember a lot of it before she seemingly passed out. 
When she woke up she was in her room but it felt…off. 
Her private parts felt tingly in a way it never has before. She decided to go and take a bath. While it was filling up she was checking her messages and that’s when she noticed a new notification. 
Checking it, it was a video. 
In the video, it began with a show of a stream message with some amount of money. The message being ‘I want to that pussy!’ 
The video then clipped to her. She was asleep and in her bed, lights on and she recognized her brother’s legs. He was filling her. 
Someone else stepped into frame and she had no idea who it was. The man wore a ski mask so she had no idea what he looked like, but what he did was what had her attention. He sat between her legs that he’d spread and pulled down her Hello Kitty panties. 
He pressed his face against her pussy and her brother got closer and zoomed in. She saw as the man’s tongue dove between her folds. First slowly, languidly, before going faster. The man’s mask was lifted up above his nose and he pressed his face deep into her cunt, sucking on her clit. 
The video clips out again and then it’s just her…and her brother behind the camera. The camera’s zooming into her pussy again. It’s glistening and her brother’s hand is on screen again, spreading her legs, spreading her pussy folds, his finger slipping into her hole. Slow at first before the pace picked up, his fingers working hard until she squirted a mess onto her bed. 
Her brother’s cock was on screen now, slapping her pussy, slipping the cockhead between her pussy and he teased her hole a bit, slipping it in a bit but not all of the way. He made his way up her body and she watched as he slipped his cock into her mouth while he played with her boobs. 
***
Later that night she couldn’t sleep. She tried but couldn’t. When it was around 3 am she huffed and went toward her brother’s room. She crawled onto his bed and sat next to his head and stared at him. 
She poked him until he stirred. 
“What…what do you want?” He demanded, groggy and irritated to be woken up. 
She didn’t reply because she didn’t know the words she wanted to use. So instead she grabbed his head and pushed it against her private parts. She rutted against him. In theory, she knew he was stronger than her and could easily push her away, so when he didn’t she rubbed against him more, trying to get the friction she wanted. 
Soon he laid back down and she threw her leg over and rutted against her for a bit. She only stood for a moment to remove her panties and then sat back down on his face. He licked her cunt eagerly until she was a mess who needed more but she didn’t know what that was. 
She slid down his front until she was on his lap. He cupped her tits, pulling and tweaking her nipples before he pulled her shirt up to expose her tits. Leaning in he suckled on each of her tits for a few minutes before he manhandled her on all fours. She felt something pressed into her pussy and moaned the deeper it went. 
When he began to thrust, she whimpered but then moaned as the pleasure she never felt before coursed through her body. She collapsed when she came while her brother gripped her hips and continued to fuck her until he came. He didn’t pull out and came deep inside of her. She felt the come leak between her legs as he collapsed next to her. She cuddled into him and he held onto her.
“Who was that man?”
“...our neighbor. He’s had a crush on you for the longest time.”
“Oh. That’s nice.” She knows he works from home, he’s told her a few times they’ve chatted while she did outside chores. Maybe she’ll go over and visit him when his wife isn’t home. 
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furious-haste-of-malice · 9 months ago
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We’ve already discussed this in the DMs but here’s an official prompt/request: Manwe forcibly feminizing Melkor and messing with his fana to give him a “purer form”
Go wild.
𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒅
"So you even admit that you would deceive me!" Manwë exclaimed, yanking the comb out of his brother's matted hair. "Not only have you denied me your love for ages out of cruelty and misplaced revenge, but you also insist on attempting to poison our memories! Why, brother? Have I not loved you enough?" 
"Not enough, yet at the same time too much," Melkor sighed. At least if he meant all the things he said to me and wasn't just pretending to please Father.
⊱ Characters: Melkor, Manwë ⊱ Pairing(s): Melkor x Manwë ⊱ Synopsis: Even after ages of Melkor rejecting their bond, Manwë is determined to love him and create the relationship he always dreamed of - by force, if necessary. ⊱ Featuring: Hair brushing, "bonding", sibling "love", ⊱ Warnings: Smut, non-con, sibling incest, forcibly feminized fána/non-consensual body modification, obsession Oneshot (~4.1k) Also available on AO3
𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Apologies for taking so long, but I went all out to make up for it. Let's go.
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"Do you see how beautiful you are?" Manwë's voice vibrated with excitement and his hands rested on his brother's shoulders as if to embrace him from behind. 
Melkor stared at his reflection in the mirror, frozen in disbelief. What he saw resembled the form he had assumed so long ago, but it was not quite how he remembered it. His skin, formerly icy and ashen like the lands he used to dwell in, was smoother now, with a warmer, creamy complexion; his hair had grown throughout his captivity, its tips now reaching down to his heels; his shoulders were smaller and his limbs daintier, a good amount of muscle mass seemingly lost to time; yet what caused him the most discomfort was the soft roundness of his chest and thighs, reshaping his silhouette into one distinctly feminine. 
It was, admittedly, not the first time Melkor had seen himself thus. In his youth he had changed fánar as easy as breathing, experimenting with great delight and curiosity until any given form had reflected his current mood and need, yet this one he didn't recall choosing for himself, neither in the past nor through any recent efforts. 
The only thing he remembered was sleeping in his brother's bed while Manwë sang to him and stroked his hair, healing him as he had claimed. Neither did he have any memory of putting on the frilly blue nightgown he was currently wearing, its thin, sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination. 
Melkor frowned. "Did you change me?" 
"Changed you?" Manwë, seemingly oblivious to his brother's discomfort, was smiling. "I fixed and improved you, so you may be beautiful again like you were in the beginning, when we were one." 
"This is not the form I chose for myself," Melkor insisted. "What have you done to me?!" 
"Now that is no way to thank me," Manwë chastised gently. "You are now whole in body and soon you will be whole in spirit as well." 
It was only when Melkor pressed his lips together that he noticed how soft and plump they had become. 
"What. Have. You. Done. To. Me?" he repeated, hissing through gritted teeth. "Why wasn't it enough to heal me? Why do you need me to be "beautiful"? I am your brother, not your wife!" 
Manwë's talons gripped his shoulders harder, leaving red marks on his skin. 
"You were my beautiful, wonderful, flawless, perfect brother," he whispered with such fervent insistence that Melkor flinched away from the sound of his voice. "Do you not know how much I missed you? How much my heart was aching for you? I need you to be like that again. I need my brother."
"I don't know what you remember, but I was never like this," Melkor said coldly. 
"You lie to me just as you lied to yourself, twisting your own memories to convince yourself that you hate Father and I – but no more." 
Manwë finally let go of his shoulders, one hand trailing down his arm almost tenderly to take his hand.
"Come. Let me take care of you." 
"What if I don't want you to take care of me? I don't remember asking." 
"Of course you want to." All stubbornness and urgency had vanished from Manwë's expression and he smiled at his brother with his usual serene, wide-eyed innocence. "I know you were lonely out there and missed having someone to care for you."
"I had others." 
Melkor's instincts were screaming at him that arguing about this might once again bring out whatever strange behaviour he sibling had exhibited earlier, yet he couldn't help himself; his pride and curiosity alike had always been too strong for his own good. 
And indeed, his statement caused Manwë's soft, cloud-like brows to furrow like a storm forming on the horizon and blue fire lit up within his gaze. "You didn't have me." 
With that, he pulled his brother over to the bed and made him sit down, positioning himself behind him again so he could see the mirror. A lazy wave of his hand summoned a small gust of wind to fling a hairbrush and a comb directly into his grasp, and Melkor groaned in annoyance as he realised what Manwë intended to do. 
"Leave my hair alone." 
"No, brother. I need to take care of it." 
Thrice defied, perhaps even more. Melkor couldn't remember any other instance of his brother being this stubborn; in the past he had usually folded rather quickly, acquiesced just to appease and placate him, or had required the intervention of other Valar to argue on his behalf. Yet whatever this charade was, Manwë was determined to see it through, and the thought was more unsettling than he wanted to admit. 
Had he underestimated him after all? 
Melkor watched in the mirror as Manwë began to untangle the knots in his hair with the comb, starting at the tips and slowly but steadily working his way to the roots. His hair was, and had always been difficult, like it had a will of its own. Not even Mairon had managed to constrain it enough for even a simple braid, and many brushes, combs and hair ties had been destroyed over the ages. 
Now, however, Melkor's hair had lost its life and lustre, limply hanging in Manwë's grasp and enduring the vigorous combing in silent defeat. Whether it would recover or not he couldn't tell, and he wondered if he should attempt to cut it once he had the chance; though the chances of him getting his hands on any sort of blade or other sharp object appeared rather slim. 
Maybe if I break the mirror – 
"You always had such beautiful hair," Manwë's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Pitch black as if to trap all light, but when it shone upon its strands, it shimmered in many colours. I loved looking at it and playing with it." 
Melkor squinted at their mirror image, contemplating his words for a moment. Despite his earlier insistence on the accuracy of his recollection, he now searched his memories for anything close to what Manwë was describing. 
"You never played with my hair," he said finally. "I never played with you at all after Father made you. You wanted to, but I didn't." 
Manwë shook his head vigorously. "You always act like we were never close or had any relationship at all, but it is not true. We were brothers in Father's mind, and he made us as such." 
"Father can think so all he wants, yet it doesn't change that I didn't want any of it and remember full well what I did and didn't allow you to do," Melkor countered. 
In his ire, he flashed his brother's mirror image a cruel smirk and added, "Maybe you confuse me with Varda, Ulmo and the others that Father made just so someone would keep you company. Maybe you wanted to play with my hair, but I didn't let you and you got upset. If you're trying your hand at deception, Manwë, maybe don't try your luck with one who mastered it long before you." 
"So you even admit that you would deceive me!" Manwë exclaimed, yanking the comb out of his brother's matted hair. "Not only have you denied me your love for ages out of cruelty and misplaced revenge, but you also insist on attempting to poison our memories! Why, brother? Have I not loved you enough?" 
"Not enough, yet at the same time too much," Melkor sighed. At least if he meant all the things he said to me and wasn't just pretending to please Father. 
He had always assumed that it was all a lie and performance. Perhaps it made things easier for him to push his brother away and sever the bond before it could be fully formed; most certainly it made them simpler. Disown the impostor, despise the false king. Yet now it occurred to Melkor that there was one factor he had miscalculated, one aspect he had underestimated: Manwë's determination to reform their bond and receive the love from him that he had always wanted. 
No. Saved from the Void or not, Melkor still felt betrayed. He was not going to give it to him, he was going to deny him until the bitter end. 
Warm breath tickled his neck, and he felt Manwë's forehead resting against the back of his head. The comb lay discarded on the floor. 
"I will make it up to you. I will love you enough," his voice whispered in his ear. 
Melkor remained silent, waiting for the moment to pass. 
The very air inside the room seemed to stand still until Manwë sighed and picked up the brush to continue his work. Even as his hair was thoroughly groomed, it didn't regain its usual shine, instead remaining a dull, charcoal black as if it had been burned. Again, Melkor contemplated telling his brother not to bother and let him cut it, yet he knew he wasn't going to listen; not today, not anymore.
"Would you like something in your hair? I heard you like diamonds," Manwë asked with a sweet smile, putting down the brush to admire his work. 
He did indeed, though it seemed too good to be true. Wordlessly, Melkor shook his head. 
"Do you want me to braid it then?" 
"I never wear braids. Leave it." 
"Very well." Manwë nodded, his mien betraying nothing even as Melkor eyed him closely in the mirror. Yet another thing his so-called brother didn't know about him. 
You will never know me like Mairon does, he wanted to say, to hurl the cruellest insult he could think of at the Vala whose affection he had refused and despised his entire life. 
But he was no fool. If Melkor hadn't managed to break their sibling bond after ages of trying, what could he do or say now that he hadn't done or said already? 
The sickeningly sweet scent of roses assaulted his nostrils when Manwë pulled a flask out of his robes, poured a small amount of watery liquid on his hand and began to rub it into every inch of bare skin he could reach, most notably his neck and chest area.
Melkor let out a warning snarl. "Stop that!" 
"Don't you want to smell nice?" 
"I smell like myself, and that will have to be enough." 
"No." Manwë began to draw tender circles on his cheeks. "You smell like... evil. Like all the dark things you have seen out there. I cannot bear it."
"My hröa is not yours to mess with! I have to live in it, not you!" 
Once again Melkor's protest was ignored. 
"You used to smell like home," Manwë sighed, resting his head on his brother's shoulder and inhaling the offending flowery scent. 
"I... cannot fathom where you even got this idea." 
Melkor was upset. Bit by bit his chosen shape and attributes were altered and stripped from him against his will, just to fit some twisted vision born from Manwë's desire to be close to him. The way his brother described it was also strangely intimate, as if he had created an elaborate fantasy of their relationship and interactions in his mind. 
Worry crept up on him. Perhaps the damage done to his sanity was greater than he had ever known. 
Manwë wrapped his arms around him from behind and smiled at him in the mirror. "Do you like it? Are you happy that you are beautiful again?" 
"You know we always had a different understanding of beauty," Melkor said coldly. "You made me ugly." 
"You simply need to get used to it, then you will see. Though, maybe you need me to show you just how pretty you are?" 
The grip around his waist tightened, and Melkor's eyes widened in disbelief when he saw Manwë's reflection turning his head to kiss his cheek. His hröa began to feel numb from shock, so much so that he barely registered the sensation of lips upon skin. 
"Never kiss me again," he warned.
"But why? You are my brother, and I love you." 
"Do not. I mean it."
"No... you don't." 
Before Melkor could squirm out of his brother's grasp, his head was suddenly tilted backwards, and Manwë kissed him on the lips. It was, to his horror, neither a symbolic gesture nor a cheeky little peck, it was a long, passionate and deep kiss, brimming with enthusiasm and, worse yet, desire. He pressed his lips together to deny entry to his mouth and attempted to push the younger Vala away, but his current form lacked the strength to do so. 
With surprising dexterity, Manwë manoeuvred him into a lying position and climbed on top of him, shamelessly pressing their bodies together. 
"What in Eru's name are you doing?" Melkor hissed between kisses. 
"Loving you." 
"Manwë, I am your brother! Go find your wife –" 
He was silenced with another kiss. 
Good for nothing as usual, both of them, Melkor raged inwardly, the only thing he could do to process his shock and disgust. 
When Manwë withdrew from him, a small string of saliva hung in the air between them, binding them like a thread of fate. 
"Don't even try to pretend that you weren't thinking of me when you brought Túrin and Niënor together," he breathed, his eyes glowing with a fey light. 
"You do realise that didn't exactly end well for them?" Melkor countered. 
"Yes, but we are not mortal. The love between Ainur has always been free from such burdens." 
"You are sick." 
But Manwë wasn't listening. He appeared to be mesmerised by Melkor's angrily heaving chest and began rubbing his swollen pectorals, causing his nipples to harden. 
"Stop that!" 
"Are you afraid of enjoying this?" Manwë's expression was entirely too calm, too serene, too loving. "Do you want to keep lying to yourself?" 
"I don't –" Melkor was interrupted by a sharp gasp as his nipples were cruelly pinched by merciless talons, nearly puncturing the thin fabric of his nightgown – reminding him how easily it could be torn to shreds and leave him defenceless. He shivered. 
"Ssshhht. Let me love you." 
Manwë was almost pleading upon seeing the Dark Vala struggle against him; unfortunately it was but a farce, another attempt at acting like the sweet and lovable little brother he had always wanted to be. He continued toying with the newly discovered delights of Melkor's altered shape, rubbing, tugging, pinching and rolling his swollen nipples between his thumb and index finger. 
"You know, I did always wonder how it would feel to touch you," he breathed, utterly engrossed in the illicit touches he was bestowing upon his squirming and struggling sibling. 
"So at least you admit I never let you do this," Melkor snapped, trying to slap his hands away. 
Manwë managed to seize both of his wrists in one hand, courtesy of his long, curved talons, and held him down while his other hand began to pull up the skirt of his nightgown. 
"I wondered if you would like it," he continued, ignoring Melkor's attempts to argue. "Whenever I imagined myself touching you, it was just like this... you would try to brush me off, ridicule me, lie to me, curse me, fight me... yet in the end you would enjoy it because you yearn to be loved."
Determined, Manwë pulled the nightgown over his head, leaving his brother naked in front of him. Melkor glanced down at his body, dread filling him as he beheld those softly rounded curves, reddened, hardened nipples and his cock stirring between his legs. 
"You want this," Manwë whispered, eyes darkening with desire, "you want me too." 
"No. No. Give me my clothes back." Melkor tried to press his legs together, turn to the side to hide as much of himself as he could, free his hands to grab the blanket. Anything to escape the hungry gaze of blue eyes so much like his own. 
"Don't make me bind you with Angainor again," Manwë pleaded. "Let us enjoy this together!" 
"Never!" 
The feeling of metal encasing his wrists was familiar at this point, and Melkor contented himself with vicious warning snarls and fruitless kicking and struggling while he was restrained and his hands bound to the headboard. Manwë made sure his head was comfortably resting on a pillow, skillfully evading his attempts to bite him, and made gentle cooing noises to calm him. 
"Are you going to scream?" he asked, calm as if it was a normal and trivial question. 
"If you keep touching me? Yes. And I hope your wife hears me," Melkor said venomously. 
Manwë sighed. "I truly wish you didn't make me do this, but at least you are being honest about your intentions. I shall take it as a sign of improvement." 
Melkor's eyes widened when he felt all air leave his lungs. He tried in vain to inhale, gasping soundlessly as breath continued to elude him, and Manwë leaned down to kiss his quivering lips. 
"Worry not. Your current form does not depend on my element, it is but a reflex. I will let you breathe again as soon as you stop using your words to hurt me." 
With cruelty once thought impossible for him to conceive, he left Melkor silenced, breathless and helplessly twitching in his bonds and forcibly spread his legs to devote his attention to the most intimate part of his anatomy, intrigued by the mystery he had uncovered after ages of innocent curiosity turned depraved desire. He took his brother's cock in hand like he would take up his sapphire sceptre, examining and admiring it before beginning to stroke. His fingers were more than long enough to wrap around it completely, yet his hand – white like clouds and too dainty for war, having held quills rather than swords – seemed out of place, ill-fit for such an act of dominance and lust. 
Melkor tried not to feel, to ignore the sensation of being touched and pleasured by his brother. Yet no matter how desperately his mind sought to force his body into unfeeling, uncaring submission, his flesh at last betrayed him. Delight and fascination lit up Manwë's usually serene mien upon seeing his arousal, and he closed his eyes, unable to witness the continuous violation of the form he was trapped in. Perhaps his spirit at least could escape to a better place, pretending that it was but a bad dream or imagining someone else in his brother's place. 
A finger began prodding his hole with unabashed curiosity, and Melkor tensed. Talons retreated back into flesh to avoid drawing blood, but it made the touch no less unwelcome. 
"I assume your virtue has long since been lost," Manwë lamented, "and I must say that it pains me to imagine you giving yourself to another so readily while refusing me even the smallest gestures of affection." 
He was right, but Melkor wouldn't have told him so even if he'd been able to speak. Countless nights had he spent in the arms of others, most often his beloved little flame, and to Mairon alone he had granted the privilege of taking him when he was in the mood to receive the love of another. These moments had been profoundly intimate and intense, requiring ages of trust, patience and many soothing words from his partner; for he was a being of power and control, and to relinquish it was no easy feat. 
Melkor was afraid of what would be done to him, and his worst fear came true when Manwë pushed his finger inside of him – and his body wasn't resisting like it should. Neither spit nor oil had been used to ease the way, yet it entered him smoothly and with little to no pain. 
He noticed then how strangely wet his insides were, responding to the unwelcome intrusion by leaking all over his brother's hand. 
"W-what have you done to me?" he asked through ósanwë, almost pulling away instantly when he was met with exuberant joy. 
"I made you more receptive to my love," Manwë informed him. "After all, I wouldn't want you to be in pain."
Melkor bit his bottom lip. As much as he feared and hated being in pain, it might be preferable over yet another act of humiliating acquiescence perpetrated by his own body. 
He didn't see Manwë leaning down to lavish his hard, leaking cock with even more attention, only realising what was about to happen when warm breath tickled his skin and wet lips closed around his flesh. 
I'm not taking pleasure from my brother... I'm not taking pleasure from my brother... I'm not...
Yet no matter how often and desperately Melkor repeated the mantra in his head, the truth was that he was experiencing pleasure. Manwë appeared to not possess any gag reflex whatsoever, taking in his whole length like a seagull devouring its food and sucking him off with great enthusiasm; and his finger, now joined by another, had discovered a hidden pleasure spot inside of him, stimulating it with unending delight. 
"I wish I could hear you moan for me, brother." 
It was too much. It was wrong and forced and sickening, but it felt too good. Melkor attempted to suppress and delay his climax as long as he could, but was soon forced over the edge with a soundless sob. Manwë moaned around his cock while drinking his essence, not letting a single droplet escape. 
"You taste so lovely, just like I thought you would."
The sound of rustling robes caused Melkor to open his eyes in alarm, panicking when he saw Manwë hastily undressing himself. 
"I need you," he breathed. "Eru, I cannot bear to be parted from you any longer..."
"Father wouldn't approve of this," Melkor tried to protest, desperate to avoid what was about to happen, but he was ignored. 
"Don't be silly, brother," Manwë admonished, throwing his discarded robes on the floor. "Father made us to love each other and bonded us himself." 
He grasped Melkor's thighs and pushed his legs towards his chest to admire his helplessly twitching hole, then forced his cock inside. It was hard without needing to be touched, unrelenting in its pursuit of unifying their bodies, and despite the earlier preparation, it hurt. 
Had he been able to use his voice, Melkor would have screamed. This couldn't be happening. It was simply not possible. He had truly fallen so low that another Vala could force his will upon him, and worse yet, his own brother - smiling, innocent Manwë, always gentle, always agreeable, always forgiving him. Out of all his enemies, he had thoroughly deceived him, making him underestimate what he was capable of. 
And now, he was being mercilessly speared by his cock, used to fulfil a fanatic fantasy of brotherly love. 
In his despair, Melkor tore down the mental walls he had so carefully raised to protect his spirit and flooded their bond with his anguish, but Manwë didn't relent. He lay down on top of him and embraced him, whispering endearments in the ancient language of their kind to soothe his pain even as he continued his assault. 
The only grace Melkor was granted, whether by his indifferent father or not, was that it didn't take long. Manwë came inside him as soon as he forced him into another kiss, this time successfully pushing his tongue down his throat. Feverish praise and words of affection drowned out every other thought they might have shared in that moment. 
Exhaustion took hold of Melkor then, and he only realised that he was breathing again when he heard the sound of his own cries and sobs. 
"I know," Manwë cooed, kissing him again. "It was a lot. You are not used to being loved anymore. 
"N-no... you..." 
But he was out of words. What could he even say? That he had been physically altered, assaulted and raped by his brother under the guise of love? That he, despite the lack of connection and affection, still felt betrayed? That he was hurt and wounded in hröa and ëala in ways Ainur were never meant to endure? 
Manwë remained on top of him, tucking his head underneath his chin as if they were merely cuddling – as if nothing had happened. 
"I love you, brother." 
Melkor was silent. 
"I missed you so much. I am glad we are together again now." 
The walls around his spirit rose like thorny vines, shielding him from the twisted love Manwë was projecting through their bond. Evil or not, Melkor had known love throughout his existence, and this was something else entirely. 
Had pity and tears alike not escaped him, he would have wept for what his brother had become.
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by Celadine. Draco/Scorpius. Rated: E. Words: 14,731. Father/son. Infidelity. First time.
Scorpius enlists Al's help to seduce the illicit object of his affection.
Because We're Malfoys
by cruisedirector, LdyBastet. Draco/Lucius. Rated: E. Words: 6,022. Father/son. Public sex. Spanking. Quidditch.
Lucius takes Draco to a Quidditch Match to learn how to score.
The Malfoy Way
by DepravedDesires. Draco/Lucius. Rated: E. Words: 301. Father/son. Non-con. Extreme underage. Extreme dub-con.
The time has come for little Draco to learn the Malfoy way, and it won't be pleasant, but it must be done. *Drabble*
My Little Dragon
by Elf_Herself. Draco/Narcissa. Rated: E. Words: 820. Mother/son. Extreme underage. Erotic breastfeeding.
"Narcissa almost frowned, thinking of Lucius's coarse pawing, so different from Draco's delicate touches." I am so going to hell for this. (Someone had to fill the missing "erotic breastfeeding" niche in Potterfic, right?)
Holding On
by Elfflame. Draco/Lucius/Scorpius. Rated: E. Words: 3,091. Grandfather/father/son. Threesome.
Malfoy dynamics.
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by Elfflame. Draco/Lucius. Rated: E. Words: 3,999. Father/son.
There was always something missing in his other lovers.
Daddy Dom and the Pureblood Prince
by Ephemeral. Draco/Lucius. Rated: E. Words: 8,745. Father/son. Daddy kink. Size kink. BDSM dynamics. Virginity loss. Dub-con.
Draco knows he shouldn’t want his father to pound him into the mattress. But after seeing how very good Daddy is at it, the boy will do anything to get his way — and gets so much more than he ever dreamt of. [Set in the summer after fifth year.]
Drucius Drabbles
by Ephemeral. Draco/Lucius. Rated: E. Words: 3,808 (and going!) Works: 14 (so far!) Father/son. Various kinks.
Daddy Lucius does many filthy things to his son. A collection of prompt fills from Discord. 🔪🕊️Join our shame-free multi-fandom discord server centered around Dead Dove content - for creators and consumers alike: Dead Dove: Do Not Enter (18+)
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With Lucius traumatized from his recent stint in Azkaban, it’s up to Narcissa to save Draco’s life. And for something this serious, it’ll have to be one hell of a show.
Legacy Reborn
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Poison Dart
by Hijja. Lucius/Scorpius. Rated: E. Words: 2,115. Grandfather/grandson. Potions. Consent issues.
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Toy
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Ambrosia
by just_a_whorecrux. Draco/Lucius. Rated: E. Words: 1,589. Father/son. Non-con. Extreme underage. Pedophilia. Past Abraxas/Lucius. Rough sex. Blood and Injury. Bittersweet ending.
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Mummy's Milk
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Narcissa enjoys the time together with her cute, young son. Especially when it's time to breastfeed.
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Ever wanted to seduce your father? Draco Malfoy's got the know-how!
Guiltier Than Him They Try
by paruaque. Draco/Lucius. Lucius/Percy. Rated: E. Words: 3,724. Father/son. Dub-con. Infidelity. Sexual coercion. Polujuice Potion.
When the cat's away, vice will play.
Confessions at Sunset
by Pinkelephant42. Draco/Lucius. Rated: E. Words: 713.
Each night Lucius seduces Draco, and each day, Lucius prays at Narcissa’s grave for forgiveness.
Passage to Eden
by Rushlight. Draco/Lucius. Rated: E. Words: 7,417. Father/son. First time.
The seduction of Draco Malfoy. Lucius introduces Draco to some chemical relaxation, and Draco learns that paradise is often in the eye of the beholder.
Purity of the Blood
by TheSlytherinGurl. Draco/Lucius. Draco/Narcissa. Rated: E. Words: 2,929. Father/son. Mother/son. Non-con. Underage. Breeding. Implied mpreg. Non-consensual body modification. Non-consensual drug use. Extreme dub-con. Implied/referenced underage prostitution.
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Demons Unleashed
by snarkyscorp. Draco/Scorpius. Minor Draco/Albus Severus and Scorpius/Albus Severus. Rated: E. Words: 4,894. Minor character death. Rough sex.
All Draco can think is how Potter got to Scorpius first, how Scorpius called for him, how the firm slap of Potter's palm connected with the taut flesh of his son's arse…
A Different Kind of Heir Training
by spicysin. Draco/Lucius. Rated: E. Words: 2,084. Father/son. Non-con. Extreme underage. Somnophilia. Grooming. Breeding. Drugged sex.
Like all Malfoy heir’s before him, Draco is about to begin his training. Although, this is a different kind of training than estate management and etiquette. This is his sexual training. And his tutor? His father, Lucius Malfoy.
The Black Family Way
by spicysin. Draco/Narcissa. Rated: E. Words: 3,489. Mother/son. Underage. Mommy kink (if you squint.)
His Mother was nothing short of a goddess and he wished to bend at the knee and worship every inch of her flesh. OR With the war ramping up and his house invaded by the Dark Lord, Draco is faced with the task of being the man of the house while his father is in Azkaban. But his mother is suffering in her own home and as a Black, the well-being of his family comes first. However, this wasn’t exactly what he had planned when he decided to cheer her up, but he also wasn’t going to pass up the chance to love his mother like a TRUE Black.
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by spicysin. Draco/Lucius. Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Words: 5,327. Parent/child. Non-con. Daddy kink. Size kink. Mpreg. Imperiused sex. Written for HP Cest Fest 2023. “We’ve decided to try for a baby!” Lucius felt his thoughts grind to an abrupt halt at his son’s words, even as Narcissa began giving suggestions on how to handle things like morning sickness and Draco admitted his worries about carrying. His every movement ceased, cutlery still clutched in unfeeling hands as he tried to comprehend what he had just been told. His son, his pride and joy, was going to sully his heritage by carrying Potter’s spawn? No. There will never be a mixed blood Malfoy if it’s the last thing he does.
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Thanks to J for the once (or twice) over.
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A father knows what's best for his son. Especially Draco's father.
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by torino10154. Draco/Lucius/Scorpius. Rated: E. Words: 702. Grandfather/father/son. Non-con/dub-con. Humiliation. Bondage. Sex toys.
[No summary given, but can I just say I need more of this threesome in my life???]
Beautiful Boy
by worshipped. Draco/Narcissa. Rated: E. Words: 765. Mother/son. Consent issues.
“You look so like your father,” Narcissa says.
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sliva, I heard from Miles that something happened regarding proshippers, r u okay?
that's very kind of you to worry, but it's okay ! I didn't get harassed or anything, even if the amount of proshippers answering to tell me i'm wrong in the comment section of a post of an actual proshipper did scared me at first. I'll block the ones who are disrespectful, that's all !
if anything ever goes wrong/makes me deeply uncomfortable, i'll report it, don't worry 👍
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I want to type down my thoughts about Mohg Lord of Blood and how I interpret his story and lore. Please be aware that these are solely my headcanons and nobody has to abide by them. Also, this text will have mentions of incest and non-con. You have been warned. See the text under the cut. 
What do we know about Mohg? Not much actually. As always, canon gives us very little. We only have a few stated things. 
- He is an omen and the twin brother of Morgott. Both of them were raised and shackled in the sewers. 
- He claimed a shard of the Elden Ring for himself, like each of Marika’s children. 
- He decided to take Miquella away from the Haligtree. It is heavily implied that it was an abduction. We can see him carrying away Miquella’s unconscious body in the intro sequence of the game. 
- He is living up to his accursed blood and has formed a whole magic system around it.
- He is involved with an outer god, the Formless Mother. 
- He wants to ascend the cursed Miquella to full godhood. 
- He created a dynasty that he wants to rule over. 
Where do we start with Mohg? Probably his childhood because it sucked. Omen are a sign of the Crucible and therefore the Golden Order is not happy about him, so Marika and Godfrey tossed their twins into the sewers. It can be argued that maybe Godfrey sometimes visited them or that they only got tossed into the sewers after some time passed, but ultimately, both Mohg and Morgott suffered from parental neglect and abandonment and both of them suffered quite some trauma from it. 
Here I have to say, Morgott and Mohg are two sides of the same coin. They suffered the same abuse, but both of them decided to cope very differently with it. Morgott coped by rejecting his omen blood, seeing it as the curse the Golden Order wants it to be and fully leaning into their beliefs. Even though Morgott had so much love to give for the Golden Order and the Erdtree, the Erdtree and the Golden Order never loved him back, trapping him in a cycle of self-hatred. 
Mohg, on the other hand, decided to fully embrace his accursed blood. We don’t know why exactly, but we know that he had his blood pots as a child already, so I like to think the Formless Mother contacted him at an early age, helping to put him on his path. Mohg never knew how it was to be loved by his parents and down the way he lost his brother to the Golden Order, so he got a very twisted and wrong idea of love. 
For Mohg, love is something that needs to be taken and given by force. He doesn’t really get the concept of consent, he is utterly convinced that if he loves someone, then that one will love him back. It doesn’t matter that they had to be kidnapped, they are part of the Mohgywn Dynasty now and the Mohgwyn Dynasty is all about love. Characters like Varre who have a fanatic devotion to Mohg only strengthen this point. 
What did Mohg do during the shattering? He surely claimed one of the shards of the Elden Ring for himself, because that is what the Great Runes are. But other than his siblings, he didn’t partake in the war. Because Mohg has no interest in the Elden Ring as a whole or to be the ruler of Leyndell. 
Mohg wants to have his own kingdom to rule, the Mohgwyn Dynasty, a kingdom of blood, a dynasty he can be the ruler and founder of. I think like Ranni, Mohg fucked off to do his own thing while all the sieges during the Shattering happened. He had no interest in fighting them and also, why should he claim someone else’s kingdom if it would not be his? Why should he risk his life fighting the undefeated Malenia or the Starscourge? 
No, instead, Mohg did his thing mostly in secret. He abducted the war surgeons, he experimented with the bloody fingers, he recruited several sanguine nobles, who either are omens like him or humans that altered their body once they got a taste of his blood. Mohg was patiently and silently building up his army. From the war surgeons, only Varre is active, because he is the only one who has mind intact, and his goal is to recruit more Tarnished into Bloody Fingers. The sanguine nobles are roaming the Land’s Between, probably searching for more recruits to be kidnapped, which doesn’t work with our Tarnished because they turn into grace upon dying. 
Yes, it might be argued why they also attack when you are a Bloody Finger, but that is just game play shenanigans and not really proof of the lore.
So where does Miquella come in all this? So first thing first, I am absolutely convinced that Mohg genuinely loves Miquella. He probably was at the Haligtree for some time and met him there. When it came to start his dynasty, Mohg needed someone to start the dynasty with, so it was Miquella he took. 
And also, MIquella is an empyrean. That was perfect for Mohg, because he isn’t an empyrean. Now the question is… why does Mohg need an empyrean?
These are only speculations, but looking at the other empyreans, pretty much all of them are associated with an outer god. 
Marika -> The Greater Will
Ranni -> The Dark Moon
Malenia -> The Scarlet Rot
We don’t know about Miquella, but I think it might also have been the Greater Will, because according to Ranni, the two fingers are assigning empyreans. Ranni cast her great rune and flesh away to escape her fate, but she stayed an empyrean and I guess the dark moon is the outer god that spoke to her and had similar plans to her goals. 
Malenia is downright cursed with her outer god. It was one of the things that Miquella tried to get rid of. He was creating an item that can delete the influence of an outer god. 
So, Mohg is also associated with an outer god. The Formless Mother. 
What is Mohg not? An empyrean. 
It could very well be that the Formless Mother asked for an empyrean, that she needs an empyrean present to be fully able to come into the world, to interact with it, to be able to be hit by Mohg’s trident. 
Yes, I know, we can also do the same thing when we use Mohg’s trident, but during that time Miquella and the Formless Mother are still around, it is simply Mohg that is missing. Besides, we are carrying around his great rune which might also have relevance to why it works. 
So, Mohg wants to start a dynasty. He cannot start a dynasty on his own, so he needed Miquella. The Formless Mother probably needed an empyrean. So Mohg could kill two birds with one stone. He could get his love and an empyrean at the same time. 
Is Miquella on board with this?
Honestly, I don’t think so. From the little lore we have of him, he seems to care mostly about his sister and the Haligtree. There is no reason for him to leave the Haligtree and let it fall to the rot and there is no reason for him to leave his sister behind to play around with Mohg. It might even be possible that he stayed asleep in his cocoon on purpose. “Mohg did not receive a response from the young empyrean”. 
I interpret it in a way that Miquella was in love with Malenia. More than the love of siblings. And maybe Malenia shared the sentiment, as her brother was one of the only ones not afraid of her rot. Either way, it probably was a very codependent relationship. Mohg pretty much took the opportunity when Malenia was exhausted or away to snatch MIquella away and she didn’t even notice that Miquella was gone, ever guarding a brother that was not there anymore. 
We could also get into Malenia, but the text is already long enough. 
So, Mohg is forcing Miquella to undergo transformation that he didn’t consent to and maybe even forced himself on his sleeping body. Oh who am I kidding, it is kinda canon that he is coursing around in blood form in Miquella’s veins. If that is sexual or not is up to your own interpretation, but there is a certain intimacy to literally flow in the veins of your beloved. 
Also, Mohg feels to me like… a very spiteful character. He was told his whole life that he is cursed and hated and should be locked away, so he totally embraced it. “You called me a monster, now I show you what kind of monster I can be.” But he also is surprisingly gentle, only that he has the problem that he doesn’t get or doesn’t want to take a no, forcing his love on anyone, if they want or not. And the worst thing is, Mohg is entirely genuine with his feelings. He doesn’t even think that he does something wrong, because that is how he understands love. As something that has to be taken by force and surely everyone else agrees to it. 
I am absolutely convinced that Mohg wants to rule over his dynasty. It is called Mohgwyn and he calls himself the Lord of Blood. He doesn’t call it Miquellawyn and he doesn’t call himself “Miquella’s consort”. If he would not want the power, he would not make it so clear that he is the lord, he would not dress himself in such fancy robes and he would not be interested in keeping Miquella “his and his alone.” 
Mohg feels very very obsessive to me. He cannot bear the thought that Miquella could be taken away. Taken, not that Miquella would leave him. Because Mohg is convinced that love has to be taken, not earned. When the Tarnished comes and doesn’t kneel in front of him, he doesn’t even consider they are there for his rune, he thinks they are there for Miquella. 
“Miquella is mine, and mine alone.” 
He repeated that over and over when I fought him, each time when I died. That does not sound like someone to me who is not interested in power or who managed to convince Miquella to come to him of his own free will. 
Mohg is possessive, spiteful, embraces his nature as an omen, deeply religious to the Formless Mother and he doesn’t want anyone to kick him around. That is what Mohgwyn is about. Mohgwyn is his and his alone. Just like Miquella is his and his alone. 
Mohg is coping with his trauma by forcing his love on others and creating a kingdom around the concept of love, a twisted and sick concept of love, but love nonetheless.
For the Moghwyn dynasty… with love! 
So, does Mohg have an ultimate goal? I guess after he has built up his Dynasty, he might try and seize the Land’s Between and try to get his order of blood out there, but his plan is still very early, so there was no way that he could create a mending rune for the Elden Ring that would create the “Order of Blood”. No Lord of Blood ending unfortunately… 
He is optional in game, but if he is killed, then his plan cannot come into fruition anyway. If not.. well, the DLC seems to be Miquella centric, so maybe we learn something more about the whole deal. We simply have to wait and see.
Like I said, in the beginning. These are simply my thoughts and headcanons about Mohg. Nobody has to agree with them. I simply looked at the lore and came to my own conclusion. I am not attacking anyone specific with this text, I just wanted to put down my own interpretation of Mohg’s character and lore with the little tidbits of information I have seen in canon. 
Mohg is a deeply fascinating character to me and I would like to write him with nuance. I hope that I will succeed in the future, when I am able to get back to my writing.  
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the-acid-pear · 7 months ago
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Honestly pro ship is such a useless word outside of those who ID as such. I think ID'ing as such alone is a red flag bc it's acting like you're oppressed for either just being a pedophile or simply liking darker kinky shit which are both pretty different me thinks.
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