Random prompt #39
"It's a yes or no question." Supervillain stated bluntly, draped along their throne with their chin propped on their hand.
"Yes. I do want to live," Hero sneered, baring their teeth as they pulled at the chains confining their form.
"That was an answer with five more words than I wanted." It came off as a warning, but the hero merely yanked at their chains once more with a lot more force than intended.
They let out a small yelp as they felt something pop out of it's place, arching at the sudden ache. A pained whimper slipped out of their lips, no matter how much they didn't want it to.
A coo sounded from ahead of them and they lifted their head to glare at the horrid villain, keen to stay defiant and not show vulnerability. They snarled, ducking their head to rid the other's pitying look.
"That's what happens when you refuse to just listen." Supervillain chirped at them as they stood from their throne, walking to the kneeling hero. They crouched down and grabbed Hero by their chin, forcing their head up.
Hero waited for an order, an insult, anything. But no words came - and that was somehow worse. The silence taunted them as they kept their gaze locked with the villain's.
And when the quietness became too much and Hero's thoughts had simmered enough, they let out a small sigh and relaxed in Villain's hold, their jaw unclenching and the defiant spark in their eyes cooled.
"See? It's much easier to just be good for me, pet."
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Ambrosia (END) - Obey Me! Barbatos, Lucifer, Diavolo x Reader
NSFW Content ahead.
Part IV
"I just want to get laid."
“Lucifer!” you protest loudly, but Barbatos is already running with you in tow. “Barbatos, this is unnecessary!”
“Try to understand his feelings, MC,” Barbatos replies gently, even as you pass through a long, dark passageway.
“I said I don’t want to be protected!” you retort. “I’m a grown-ass woman, and I can make the decision whether or not I want to get laid by the guys I like!”
“Those weren’t the sentiments I was referring to,” Barbatos replies, and you almost trip and fall into the butler’s back. Not quite.
“Then what?”
“He—and my lord as well—don’t want to have sex with you while they’re under the influence of a drug that makes them spiral out of control. To them, it would feel as if they were lying to you.”
“That’s bull!” you complain, and light finally starts to re-enter your sight as Barbatos pulls you into his room. The labyrinth was connected to his room?
“It may sound ridiculous, but that is their honest feelings.” Barbatos chuckles softly, even as you shake yourself, irritated.
“And what about you?” you challenge the butler. “Are you going to pull the same BS, or are you just immune?” You wouldn’t have been surprised if someone like Barbatos was immune to the effects of the dessert; he always was the most controlled one out of the three and the least likely to indulge himself.
“Oh, no,” he replies, as if amused at the very thought. He faces away from you, your hand still clutched in his as he continues, “I’m afraid you’d be quite incorrect on either of those suppositions.” He finally turns to look at you, his chartreuse eyes brightly gleaming in the moonlight afforded by his windows. The look inside them makes you do a double take. “In truth, I should have locked myself inside a room and given someone else the key. Because...” Barbatos smiles sweetly. “Unlike those two, I know exactly what Lussuria chocolate does to me.”
“...makes you hot and bothered?” you suggest, even as you feel Barbatos toying with your fingers in his hand, the cloth of his gloves sliding gently against your skin.
“The reaction does produce an aphrodisiac, yes,” Barbatos confirms, even as he captures your other hand. You swallow nervously as he does so, mainly because you can tell he’s not joking about needing to be confined. This quiet butler... isn’t he the real danger here? The sheer fact that he’s warning you with such a sweet expression, all while silently denying you the option to leave, is concerning enough. “However, personally, the only effect such a drug has on me is exposing a part of me I normally choose to keep hidden.”
“Which is?” you ask, although you can already guess the answer.
“The selfish part,” he replies, still smiling at you. “And right now... I don’t mind showing you that part of me.”
“I didn’t know you could be selfish; I thought that was Diavolo’s job.” Barbatos chuckles at that remark, and for a moment, you see something warped in his gaze. “So, what you’re saying is that you’re going to do exactly what the other two were trying to avoid?”
“Yes,” he replies, closing his eyes as he smiles. “Come to think of it, I believe my lord locked me inside a closet at my request, but such a thing no longer matters.” Barbatos trails his fingers up your arm, against the side of your neck to weave themselves into your scalp. “Instead... tell me how you’d prefer it.” He’s nearly kissing you at this point, but he hasn’t let your lips meet yet, as if he’s trying to test your patience.
“With me in control,” you reply, but Barbatos just seems amused by the response, and in the moment that you kiss him, you have the strong feeling that “control” is not something he plans on giving you. He wants to dominate you with a complete power over your pleasure. Wasn’t he supposed to be a sub?!
“MC,” Barbatos says, but just as he opens his mouth to say something else, both Diavolo and Lucifer burst in.
“Goddammit, what?” you ask. “I swear, if you—” You aren’t able to finish as the three boys attack you at once with their lips and hands. Apparently, all of them have lost their minds, though you’re not complaining.
And this time, there is no stopping.
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"Honeybug, I've been thinking…"
Twilight ran a hoof along her wife's barrel, listening to the soft cricket-like purring buzz through the chitinous plates of her slumbering body.
Chrysalis stirred, giving her alicorn partner a squeeze.
"Mnnhmm. You do that, fairly often. It's one of the things I love about you." She accented the statement with a sleepy kiss to the tip of Twilight's horn and a flicker of her serpentine tongue. She adjusted herself to better clasp the much smaller mare to her body and gave a small yawn. "And what mystery are you pondering that demands you wake your poor, overworked wife from her well-deserved slumber?"
Twilight only purred in response. The crest of floof across her barrel fluffed up as her eyes took a mischefious glow.
She trailed a hoof delicately along the chitinous plates of Chrysalis' abdomen. "Your anatomy, specifically your reproductive structures."
"You have my attention."
She chuckled, brushing the satin of her wife's camisole aside to massage the bands of her wasp-like abdomen. "Weeeeell' evolutionary science teaches us that even in an enhanced environment of thaumaturgic conductivity such as Equus, the structures of a body exist to serve a purpose beneficial to the survival of the creature or the species as a whole. All organs have a purpose. Hearts pump blood. Brains process and store data. Bones, or in your case, a chitinous exoskeleton provide support and protection to vital regions and so on."
Her hoof trailed along the band of her wife's camishorts, drawing a playfully inquisitive chirp from the changeling queen. "Reproduction is generally a matter of processes best adapted to the climate, necessities of diet and thaumaturgic resonance. Most biological species consist of a standard binary of partners, one providing their essence to merge with the other and form offspring. The structures drastically vary from species to species but most fit into this broadly categorized system."
Twilight paused, tapping her hoof on her wife's flank. "Which brings us to you…"
Chrysalis chuffed through her fangs and smiled broadly.
"Your species is different than any other sentient species we know of. There are no sexes in the same sense as other creatures. There are only you, the queen and the rest, drones, effectively all female clones of you. Your body converts collected emotional energy into biological essence which becomes fertilized eggs. The process is asexual in nature requiring no input from a male…"
Chrysalis purred. "Yes. A clearly superior species."
Twilight smirked as she continued, massaging her wife's rump. "This parthenogenesis explains your prehensile ovipositor and a few of your internal structures, producing and laying the eggs."
Twilight's wingtip glided up the inside of Chrysalis's Thigh, exploring like fingertips. "But everything else around this neighborhood here is a bit of a mystery." She tugged at the satin bow of her camishorts with a raised eyebrow. "You have a butt. Which makes sense from a structural-" her voice lowered, taking a noticeable edge "-and pleasingly aesthetic perspective." Chrysalis wriggled with a sinister chuckle humming through her barrel.
"You possess the standard orifices one would find on a cisgender female pony. With the exception of the armored plating of your lebia majora the structures below the belt they're nearly identical. However, they seem to serve no clear purpose. Between your species' diet and the efficiency of your nutrition processing, your body has no waste to process and remove. Your ovipositor covers all external aspects of egg-laying so the reproductive aspects of your marehood and any internal components are non-existent."
Twilight looked up to meet her wife's heavy-lidded gaze. Chrysalis' snake-like tongue flickered at her inquisitively. Her slitted eyes betrayed nothing of her thoughts but her smile was born of wicked mischief.
"Which leaves us with the question. Why? You did promise me to never change your form during our times of intimacy, a promise which you have kept. This would indicate that this IS your standard structural configuration. Then again, I could also imagine you assuming these structures full-time prior to our relationship becoming official, perhaps as a preemptive means of making your body more familiar to me…"
Chrysalis leered back to her. Her look could light charcoal.
"What do you think?"
"I think… You like to be mysterious." Her wings' feathery fingertips slowly unlaced the bow of Chrysalis' camisole with a growing smile. "And you would do just about anything to make me happy."
The changeling queen gave a wicked chuckle worthy of a super-villain and draped her hooves over Twilight's withers.
"Right on both counts, beloved."
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