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gabessquishytum · 23 days

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King Robert tends to sneak out of the castle a lot. His advisors and guards despair, trying to impress upon him the danger of the monarch just wandering around villages. They argue even beloved monarchs have enemies who might seek to hurt him while he's dallying about, outside the safety of the palace and his armed guards. The King nods and smiles......and continues to sneak out.

Hob, please don't call him "king" or "Robert," loves getting out of the castle! It's not like regular people really know what a king looks like, even if it's their monarch. When he's out Hob is amazed by his people.

Hob has helped raise a barn, brought in crops, been taught to knit by sweet old ladies, celebrated one of the pagan-ier holidays in a village square (the mead and food were fantastic), got into numerous sword fights to defend the honor of young ladies and men..... It's fantastic and real, and Hob would argue it makes him a better king.

Yes, Hob is aware that his various counselors (and his mom the Dowager Queen) want him to get married and stop venturing out, but all the stuck up potential consorts or soooo stuffy and entitled. Hob does think any of them have helped dig a well for a town that needed water or helped celebrate the birth of a new baby in a village pub!

Besides, there might be this beautiful new artist in town, Dream, who rents a room over the inn and takes simple commissions, who is so lovely. Hob is working so hard to be charming and learn more about him,,,but Dream is tight lipped as to where he's from. Still Hob knows he's wearing him down.....Hob got a small smile from his targeted buffoonery last time!

👑🤴🏽👑🤴🏽

Since they won't stop, Hob has decided he's going to see if he can convince Dream to marry him! Marrying him has to be better than those self serious "royals". But when he goes to see him, Dream is gone,, like he was never there. Hob is heartbroken.

He guesses he's meant to marry one of the snobs. He lets his council choose. They decide to accept the Endless Kingdom's offer - Prince Morpheus.

This is the romcom we ABSOLUTELY deserve with these two beloved idiots <3

Hob is disconsolate after Dream leaves - he doesn't even have the heart to sneak out of the castle. The villagers are quite worried about him until he finally turns up one evening, basically to say goodbye to all his friends. He explains that a spouse has finally been chosen for him, and that as a married man it will be inappropriate to go out gallivanting and putting himself in potential danger. He will have a duty to spend time with his new husband, too. And his friends all understand - they accept his heartfelt invitations to the wedding. He's brought gifts from the castle for all the kids who've basically adopted him as a big brother. And he definitely sheds a few tears in the arms of the old ladies before he leaves.

Meanwhile, Prince Morpheus is en route to his new spouse's kingdom. He doesn't want this marriage at all, but after he ran away (and then got caught and dragged back home) his parents forced him to accept to situation. They won't even tell him where he's going or who he's marrying - a punishment for his disgraceful behaviour! Dream is fully expecting to be married to some awful old man. But when he gets out of the carriage he finds himself in a rather familiar place... he almost laughs out loud! He quickly has to pretend to be heartbroken over the impending marriage, when he really he's nearly vibrating with excitement.

They don't meet until they get to the altar (it's tradition, for royal marriages). Hob’s eyes light up and he looks over towards where his village friends are sitting like "are you seeing this??? it’s dream!!!" Everyone else is quite confused about why King Robert suddenly looks so happy, but his friends are able to heartily applaud the marriage. He truly deserves to be happy!

As for Morpheus - or Dream, as he prefers to be called - with the wedding officially performed, he can throw himself into Hob’s arms. His parents are pissed off to see their wayward son looking so content, but Dream no longer cares. The fates have been kind to him, and delivered him into the arms of the only man he has ever wished to marry. He can't wait to spend many years sneaking out of the castle with Hob, getting up to all kinds of mischief, and finally enjoying life.

#the sandman #dreamling #cw forced marriage

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certified-bi · 3 months

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Thinking about how when Zuko walks through the earth kingdom pretending to be as a refugee and some people notice his eyes but honestly they're not the first thing you notice given the scar and the fact he doesn't let many people near him. No while some of the towns have people who sneer most look on with pity. People like Song and her mother, Lee and his family see the scar and see how the fire nation attacks and maims children. And the worst part is Zuko has little to combat that with because it's true but he's not ready to hear that.

Other assumptions are of course that he's a bastard of some solider with bad luck. That his mother was forced into having him and may the poor woman rest in peace... and later him realizing how true that was of Ursa. What really sets her apart from any of the earth kingdom common women forced into mockery of relationships or forced to sleep with soldiers to stay alive? Maybe the threats were more veiled but it boils down to the same ultimatum.

#atla #anyways i think Ursa gets a lot blame for things she couldnt really control #she was stolen from her home #forced into a marriage and to have children and then forced to see those children hurt #and thats without thinking about how Ozai probably treated her #behind closed doors #read one story where Azula grapples with the fact that Ursa had a lot more trauma by the time she was born and #just the concept of “i dont know how much of it im responsible for... but know it wasnt your fault #ugh gets me #allusions to rape #cw rape #sa #rape #cw sa

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melon-cream-enmu · 10 months

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Imagine rejecting Enmu's advances, then suddenly everything becomes a blur until you finally come to your senses again. Only to find a baby that's unmistakably yours, and you come to the horrific realization you were under a hypnotic spell for more than 9 months.

Implied forced marriage, implied forced pregnancy, implied noncon, breast feeding, manipulative human Enmu

You feel a pain in your breast. The world feels hazy, as if looked at through frosted glass. With every blink, and every pull at your breast, the world changes. It becomes clear, but entirely unfamiliar. You look around for only a moment, then look down.

You're cradling an infant to your chest. They pull back and stare up at you, seemingly having had their fill of milk. It's your baby, you can see it. With your lips, your eyes, your hair, they look just like you. You can't remember if you ever had a baby...

You can't remember...anything, almost. Brain still recovering and pulling it's thoughts together, you don't feel alarm at what you see. You see a hand come from behind, from under your arm, that soon lays beneath your chest. You watch as their knuckles brush the underside of your breast, bouncing it lightly. Then, the hand brushes up, and their middle finger teases your nipple, letting milk drip slowly from it.

You're in a trance, watching it, and you hear a giggle from behind you. Lips begin to press kisses to your neck and shoulder while the hand cups your breast, groping and massaging out milk. Your eyes flutter shut and an appreciative groan leaves your lips as you're relieved of the pain of your heavy, full breast.

"I love you." Your brain suddenly stops, as if clawing at your consciousness to stop it's spiral of thoughts. Your eyes shoot open. That voice...it's familiar. It must be your husband, you assume so given the baby in your arms and his gentle touch. But you feel scared. You can't explain why.

Your mind replays his voice over and over again, trying to remember why it's so familiar. And then it comes to you.

"I see..." a man says. Your mouth moves on its own. "I've turned you down everytime. I'm sorry, but please stop coming to me." You turn around and walk away, but he stops you soon after. "Wait." His hand is around your wrist, and he pulls enough to prompt you to turn around. Now you can clearly see him.

Pale skin, dark hair, cheeks dotted with beauty marks, and eyes that seem to glow in your memory. This man...this man had been attempting to court you. For a while he'd been attempting, but there was nothing you wanted of him, and you'd rejected him so often it had become concerning.

Your focus returns. Milk now covers his hand as it continues to milk you. Your heart beats fast and your baby squirms. You try to escape his hold, but his grip on your breast tightens to a painful degree and you whimper.

"Whats wrong my love? Does it still hurt?" He says, clearly feigning innocence. You cautiously turn your upper body to look at him.

The same man from your memory, Enmu, stares at you with a poorly disguised smug look. You try and pull away but a hand on your stomach, that had previously been rubbing soothing circles against it, presses down just enough to be a warning. "Don't be like that. I know you know what's happening. Don't you, my dear wife?"

Your eyes dart between his as you begin to breathe rapidly. He shushes you gently with a smirk on his lips. "You should calm down, stress isn't good for the baby, after all~" Your stomach lurches.

Right there, right beneath his hand, you feel a kick. Your blood turns to ice as you look down with tears welling up in your eyes. His hand caresses your belly, your swollen belly, heavy with child. Tears fall as your situation finally sets in.

Enmu smirks, chuckling at you. You're so cute, and such a good, perfect wife. When he lays a gentle kiss to your head, he can feel just how badly you tremble in fear...

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poorlittleyaoyao · 17 days

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A thing about trying to plot out QS canon-divergence fixit where the marriage is averted is that the obvious solution to “she was already pregnant before they knew the truth” is, well, end the pregnancy. The wider world doesn’t seem to know that she’d conceived prior to marriage, so can’t be more than a month or so along as of the wedding for it to be plausible. People have been inducing abortion in dire circumstances despite physical risk and moral stigma throughout history. QS has magic at her disposal and the means to remove herself from society unnoticed during the recovery period, and even if it’s taboo, is it more taboo than incest?

#tfw when the text’s misogyny results in everyone operating on post-Roe Texas logic #*post-Dobbs rather #like come on JGY grew up in a brothel he would know how shit gets done #I can only see him not suggesting it if he’d witnessed someone dying from attempting to give themselves an abortion #and his panic brain was like ‘it would be Just Like That and she would DIE HORRIBLY so we must marry!’#and even then it doesn’t explain why QS’s parents wouldn’t suggest it!#or (more distressingly yet still plausibly) pulling a Hoster Tully and forcing it #don’t mind me I woke up in the middle of the night and started pondering and now I’m grumpy #bc it’s like you either have to go FULL divergence where she and JGY never hook up at all #or you don’t give her the information until she’s already in the marriage and her options are much more limited #bc if she finds out at the same time JGY does possible outcomes either feel like a PSA about the importance of abortion access #or (if she marries someone else or otherwise sticks it out) GOP glurge about how keeping a pregnancy is always fine and good in the end #miscarriage cw #just in case

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widgits · 1 year

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a drawing i did for my nathaniel/cousland political marriage au (after nate and luce do a little revenge)

#my art #warden cousland #dragon age origins #dao #dragon age awakening #nathaniel howe #dragon age fanart #dragon age #luce tag #cw blood #ok so basically... its like what if instead of returning after the blight #howe calls nathaniel back to ferelden at the start of dao #and nathaniel has to watch his dad do atrocities while killing everyone in castle cousland #duncan went straight to ostagar in this au so luce makes a final stand expecting to get killed alongside her parents #but instead howe decides to marry her to nate by force to help legitimize his newfound hold on highever #plot ensues and eventually they fall in love or whatever and kill nates lame ass dad #also fergus becomes a warden in this dw about it #dao political marriage au

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battyrowan · 1 year

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Possession

This was originally for jjkinktober 2021 for the prompt possession!

cw: noncon, A/B/O, vaguely historical, Stockholm syndrome, captivity, ownership, forced marriage, emotional abuse, psychological torture, mind breaking, mentions of cannibalism, exhibitionism and somno, collaring, leashing, blowjob, vaginal sex, heats, breeding/pregnancy, eventual love (if you can call it that), Yuuji has a pussy 😌🙏

Yuuji wasn’t naive. As an omega, he would eventually be selected to be wed and bred by an alpha. He didn’t expect it to be a king though.

Lord Ryomen Sukuna was a name everyone knew, no matter how far you travelled throughout Japan. There were thousands of rumours and very few of them were positive. It was said that the alpha had a harem of a hundred omegas, none of which were good enough to carry his offspring. When he was tired of them, the unfavourable omegas were sent to the kitchens to be made into a feast, all to satisfy their king one last time.

Yuuji didn’t believe the rumours but he couldn’t help but consider the possible truth behind them the moment Lord Ryoumen’s gaze fell on him for the first time. His eyes shone like rubies, cold and distant. His scent, like kindling fire, earth and cedar, stung Yuuji’s nostrils.

“Name,” the lord demanded, standing above Yuuji with his arms folded and tucked neatly in the sleeves of his ornate kimono. Part of him was in awe of how regal the alpha looked.

“I-Itadori Yuuji,” he supplied, voice quiet and wavering. “Not for much longer.”

In moments, a servant was on him, fastening a collar around Yuuji’s neck. To his horror, the suffocating collar came with a leash, which the servant dutifully handed to their lord.

“No wife of mine will hold a peasant name,” Sukuna said definitively. “You will be Ryoumen Yuuji.”

“W-What?” Yuuji stammered, suddenly dizzy and confused.

“Ensure the handler is paid handsomely,” Sukuna addressed the servant who bowed deeply in response. The king turned his attention back to the newly purchased omega, cold and unreadable. “Stand or I will drag you.”

Yuuji swallowed, feeling the leather press against his Adam’s apple. With the shaky legs of a newborn doe, he stood, only to be tugged forward abruptly. He nearly tripped but recovered to follow Sukuna, barely a metre behind him. He didn’t want to be dragged across the tatami.

Lord Ryoumen led him to what Yuuji could only assume to be the royal chamber. Sukuna firmly held on to his leash, assessing him from head to toe. “Undress.”

Yuuji stiffened, not expecting the order. He wanted to protest, but the fear lingering in his gut made him resist.

With sweaty palms and fumbling fingers, he disrobed, allowing his robes to pool to the floor. A crisp autumn breeze drifted in from the open doors to the private garden. He shivered and gooseflesh formed, but Yuuji couldn’t say if it was from the chill or Sukuna’s predatory gaze.

“You’re quite pleasing to the eye, for a mutt,” the king commented as he grazed his talons across Yuuji collarbone. Surprisingly, the lord left no markings in his wake and continued to softly explore Yuuji’s skin. Pecs, nipples, abs, biceps. Sukuna let out a hum of appreciation.

“You don’t smell like a plague rat either, not like other omegas.” Sukuna leaned in, pressing his nose just above the collar and inhaled while Yuuji did his best to hold his breath.

“Honey, lavender and bergamot, how sweet,” the king teased before licking over his pulse point.

“What are you going to do with me? Add me to your harem?” Yuuji finally snapped, unable to hold his tongue any longer. Regret and fear immediately weighed down his gut, making him flinch with anticipation of Sukuna’s ire.

The lord barked with laughter, leaving Yuuji baffled.

“My false reputation precedes me, I see,” Sukuna mused, trailing his claws gently, though dangerously, down the centre of Yuuji’s torso. “I assure you, there’s no harem. I have bedded many omegas, yes, but none have been so enticing to keep around.”

“Did you eat them?”

Lord Ryoumen let out another incredulous laugh. “Not in the cannibalistic sense, no.”

The pads of Sukuna’s fingers travelled lower and lower until they reached the mound of pink manicured hair. Yuuji gasped softly, uncertain if it was out of fear or arousal. “Yuuji.”

He shuddered at the sound of his given name on the king’s lips. “Yes, Lord Ryoumen?”

“Entertain me and behave. Do those things and I will make you my wife.”

Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes as Sukuna’s sharp fingers dipped between his folds. Yuuji was untouched, even by his own hand, and he didn’t know what to expect. When the pad of Sukuna’s finger brushed over the pink nub, Yuuji let out a sharp gasp. It felt good but… he also felt violated.

The alpha’s smell intensified, filling Yuuji’s lungs with the smoky forest-scented pheromones.

As embarrassed and reluctant as he felt in that moment, his instincts responded eagerly. When Sukuna pressed a finger inside, his cunt was already slick and preparing to be bred.

His conscious mind wanted Sukuna to stop, whereas his animal instincts just wanted more.

Sukuna retracted his fingers after only a few moments, catching Yuuji off guard. The alpha’s middle finger was coated in his slick. A flush rose to his cheeks when Sukuna brought the finger to his mouth, tasting him with a pleased hum, as though he were sampling a rich dessert.

“You taste as sweet as you smell,” Sukuna said with a wicked grin, licking his finger clean.

Without warning, the king tugged on his leash, escorting Yuuji to the large, plush futon.

“On your knees,” Sukuna commanded, gesturing to the foot of the bed.

Hesitantly, Yuuji complied. He may have been a virgin but he could guess what was coming next. Crimson eyes watched from above, looking at him expectantly. He took the hint and untied the sash holding Sukuna’s kimono closed, fumbling out of nervousness.

The animal instinct inside him salivated when he saw Sukuna’s cock. His lips parted in awe, shaken by the size and girth, uncertain how he would fit it in any cavity within his body.

His leash was pulled taut, forcing his mouth to be pressed flush against Sukuna’s length.

“Show me what you’re worth.”

A chill ran down Yuuji’s spine, identifying the underlying threat in Lord Ryoumen’s words. Keep him entertained or be disposed of. With a shaky breath and trembling lips, Yuuji shyly licked the tip of the king’s cock.

Another tug on the leash.

“I don’t have all day, brat,” Sukuna hissed, fisting Yuuji’s hair and shoving his face against his length. “Now open your mouth.”

Yuuji obeyed, opening up and allowing the tip to penetrate him. Shame filled his guts as Sukuna forced his way inside, causing him to choke.

With tears rolling down his cheeks, Yuuji forced himself to relax his jaw. Part of him wanted it to feel good for Sukuna, enough to keep him interested. Another part of him simply didn’t want to resist so it wouldn’t be any more painful than it needed to be.

“That’s a good little mutt,” Sukuna purred while pushing Yuuji’s head down further until the tip of his cock collided with the back of his throat. He coughed around the alpha, feeling sick and on the verge of puking, but he held it back out of stubbornness and willpower.

With tears, snot and saliva trailing down Yuuji’s face, he looked up at Sukuna with glassy eyes. Lord Ryoumen watched him, face twisted with sadistic pleasure and amusement, but there was something else there. Yuuji dared to think it was pride, and a dark part of him keened.

Coughs and other guttural noises sprung from Yuuji’s throat when Sukuna thrust into his mouth, pushing further and further until his nose met with the garden of pubic hair. His nose was pressed flush to Sukuna’s skin and his throat was full, making breathing a challenge. Consciousness was getting farther away as he sputtered around Sukuna’s cock. Pulling off wasn’t an option with the alpha’s hand firmly grasping his skull.

As darkness clouded his vision and his eyelids grew heavy from the lack of oxygen, Sukuna finally allowed him to breathe.

“Hm, your mouth takes my cock well enough,” the king commented, cradling Yuuji’s saliva-soaked jaw. Sukuna spoke as though he was assessing a pig for slaughter. “Let’s see how your cunt takes it. Roll over.”

Yuuji fought the urge to sob, worried about his burning throat. He rolled over like the well-behaved dog he needed to be to gain Sukuna’s favour. Being used purely for the lord’s pleasure made him feel humiliated, but his body betrayed him, tingling with excitement. His thighs were moist with slick, his cunt responding to Sukuna’s pheromones.

A firm hand gripped his hip painfully and he felt Sukuna shift closer to him. The breath was knocked out of him when the head of Sukuna’s cock breached his entrance, swallowed by Yuuji’s greedy hole.

Penetration stung, but it was pleasurable just as much as it was painful.

Tears and saliva soaked into the futon where his face was pressed down, forced to take the alpha’s cock as Sukuna pounded him. Yuuji’s entire body felt as though it was on fire with a litany of emotions: shame, arousal, fear, gratitude.

He did and didn’t want it simultaneously.

“What a good, obedient bitch you are,” Sukuna said, as if he were praising Yuuji. Maybe in the king’s mind he was. Maybe keeping Yuuji around to use him was a compliment.

Yuuji wept and clenched around Sukuna’s cock, the sounds of skin slapping together in lust feeling far away.

It was sudden and involuntary when his pussy convulsed with joy, causing his whole body to shudder with the orgasm rippling through him. Squirt slid down his thighs and lubricated Sukuna’s cock, making it easier for the alpha to sink inside Yuuji for his own gratification.

His pace was ruthless until Sukuna’s knot finally caught on the rim of Yuuji’s cunt, forcing him to remain nestled inside.

The alpha’s teeth found Yuuji’s shoulder, biting down hard enough to bleed and mark him—not as Sukuna’s mate but as a thing he owned. When he felt the alpha’s seed fill his pussy to the brim, Yuuji could only think one thing: ‘I am nothing but a possession. I belong to him now.’

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Being Ryoumen Sukuna’s betrothed meant completing near-impossible tasks in order to spare his own life.

Yuuji suspected that, were he to prove his worth, he may see a more affectionate side of his husband-to-be. Although, the most likely reality was that Sukuna didn’t have a soft side to begin with.

Few liberties were afforded to him in the first weeks of captivity. Days and nights blurred together while he was tethered on a ten-foot chain within the royal chambers like a misbehaving hound. Most of the time, he was alone, aside from the servants tending to his basic needs—enough food and water to sustain him but not enough to satiate him.

When he did leave, it was on a leash at Sukuna’s behest. Lord Ryoumen only spent time with him when he wanted something, that something usually being sex. Yuuji was forced to warm his cock with a hole of his choosing, even in front of servants or during political affairs.

At night, he curled up and slept at the foot of the bed, even after Sukuna used him, conscious or not.

When his first heat came, he expected Sukuna to eagerly breed him. What he didn’t expect was to be sent to a small, windowless room akin to a cell to ride out his heat alone.

Yuuji was uncertain how many days it lasted. His body burned as he nested himself in a few thin, ratty blankets and wept. The world faded away during his timeless delirium, only to be disrupted when the door finally opened again.

When he saw Sukuna’s silhouette backlit in the threshold, he wordlessly reached out for his king, clenching and opening his hands repeatedly like a child.

“You did good, pup,” Sukuna praised him sweetly and, for once, his smile was absent of cruelty. He held Yuuji like something precious and carried him away to be bathed.

Yuuji realized in that moment that he had to suffer to become the perfect mate for his king. He was returned to the royal chamber without a leash because he earned it.

For the first time since arriving, Sukuna removed his collar and soothed the irritated skin beneath.

Yuuji knew that everything he had endured led to the moment Sukuna kissed him for the first time. His stomach coiled with heat and his heart skipped a beat when their lips met.

Melting against his alpha, Yuuji felt as though he found a home in Sukuna’s arms; he belonged there.

Yuuji loved him and Sukuna loved him back. He was certain of it. He had to be.

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A sob tore through him when Sukuna marked him during their first heat together. He cried even harder when his alpha—his mate—allowed Yuuji to mark him in return.

He wanted to worship Sukuna.

His husband was so kind and gentle, even when Sukuna was bruising or scratching him from the ferocity of their mating.

“I love you,” Yuuji repeated religiously, breathless as he was bred and fucked into oblivion.

Sukuna didn’t need to say it back. Yuuji knew from the way his husband continued to scent and mark him until he was black and blue.

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All it took to turn Sukuna into the doting mate Yuuji always wanted was a baby. The moment Lord Ryoumen learned his wife was pregnant, Yuuji felt accomplished.

He wasn’t an idiot. Mated or not, Yuuji knew that he was still just a possession for Sukuna to own. But, as his alpha kissed his pregnant belly and catered to his every whim, Yuuji felt happy and secure.

He was the only possession Sukuna would ever love.

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#jjk #jjk fanfic #thread #sukuita #ryomen sukuna #itadori yuuji #yuji itadori #a/b/o #cw: noncon #cw: mind breaking #cw: psychological torture #forced marriage #collaring #leashing #cw: abuse #historical au #a/b/o au

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asphodelkaldrys · 2 months

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A Fateful Encounter

-A vampire love story -Chapter 1

In a time long past, when whispers of the supernatural echoed through secluded villages, AK lived a life bound by tradition and the ominous shadows of their destiny. They were forced into a marriage with a wealthy yet despotic man, an arrangement meant to salvage their family's fortune.

AK, once known for a captivating smile, faded away as their life became entwined with the loathsome figure of their husband. They possessed an ethereal countenance, adorned with big amber eyes that would dance with various hues under the shifting daylight. A delicate frame, their porcelain skin was graced by subtle freckles, a tender touch on their cheeks and nose. Cascading coppery curls framed their face, gracefully reaching just above their shoulders. Despite their slight size, their hands bore an elegant length and dexterity. A lover of the open meadows, they relished the sensation of wind caressing their hair, a fleeting taste of freedom.

Days after the dreaded wedding, rumors of a murderous creature haunting the town had reached their ears. Death seemed inevitable, and AK resigned themselves to this grim fate. They wished for death even, preferable than their ominous life after the wedding.

While feeding the pigs one evening, a force gripped AK from behind with indescribable strength, and a searing pain pierced their neck. Life drained away, and in their surrender, they welcomed the embrace of death. Yet, a strange liquid cascaded into their mouth, its metallic taste mingled with an irresistible sweetness.

A seductive voice whispered promises of resurrection, and AK succumbed to the darkness. AK's consciousness faded into oblivion, the events that unfolded veiled by an unconscious haze. The only fragment that pierced through the darkness was the awakening sensation, accompanied by the earthy aroma and taste seeping through the fabric enshrouding their form.

They awoke in the cold embrace of death, their body rigid and lifeless. Slowly emerging from the confines of the tomb, AK was met by the silhouette of a standing woman, a mysterious figure awaiting their resurrection. The enigmatic being who had granted them this unholy rebirth.

"You're no longer bound by the shackles of mortality," she declared, tossing a rabbit with its neck half-opened towards AK. "Feed yourself and embrace your new existence. Return to the grave before dawn, and feed each night. Perhaps our paths will cross again, or perhaps not. Good luck in your new life."

In their vampiric form, AK's visage transformed into a beguiling mix of cruelty and allure. Their eyes, once large and reflective, now holded an otherworldly charm that bordered on the dangerous, a captivating crimson glow emanating from within. Framed by red lips, a pair of elongated fangs protruded from their mouth, promising both desire and peril. Their skin, now even paler, accentuated the contrast of their features, yet the freckles persisted like haunting constellations on the canvas of their face. AK became a death wish, a temptation so profound that one might yearn for their presence even in the face of impending danger.

In the shadowy recesses of the past, AK's name was synonymous with malevolence, a nightmarish entity that descended upon towns like a harbinger of doom. Their vampiric form was a grotesque manifestation of cruelty, a monstrous silhouette that danced with shadows and reveled in the grotesque ballet of suffering.

As AK approached a quaint town, whispers of impending doom swirled in the air. The transformation began, and their visage morphed into a nightmarish portrait. Eyes that once held a glimmer of humanity now gleamed with an unholy radiance, a captivating crimson that spelled imminent demise. Elongated fangs, like serrated daggers, protruded menacingly from their malevolent smile, an ominous promise of the horrors to come.

The town's denizens, unknowing victims caught in the web of AK's insatiable bloodlust, trembled as the malevolent vampire descended upon them. AK delighted in the cacophony of their screams, the macabre music of agony that echoed through the night.

Then, in the midst of this symphony of suffering, AK set their sights on a girl with fiery red curls. The air thickened with tension as the malevolent force prepared to unleash its wrath upon her. As AK closed in, something unexpected transpired.

In the girl's eyes, AK saw a reflection—a mirror that shattered the facade of their soulless existence. A moment of profound clarity pierced through the vampiric haze. The crimson glow in AK's eyes wavered, flickering with a fleeting glimpse of remorse. The elongated fangs, poised for carnage, trembled in hesitation.

For an agonizing moment, AK stared into the abyss of their own malevolence through the innocent gaze of the girl. It was a visceral confrontation with the monstrous entity they had become. In that instant, the weight of their terrible deeds bore down upon them, and a tempest of conflicting emotions raged within.

Unable to bear the reflection of their monstrous self in the girl's eyes, AK recoiled. The malevolence that once defined them now grappled with a newfound turmoil. The decision to spare her life was not just a deviation from their murderous routine; it was a seismic shift in the very fabric of their existence.

Retreating into the shadows, AK found solace in the confines of their coffin, haunted by the echoes of the darkness they had unleashed. The weeks that followed were an agonizing slumber, tormented by the echoes of their own malevolence and the glimpse of humanity that had flickered within.

When AK emerged, the malevolence remained, but it bore the scars of internal strife. The once relentless crimson glow in their eyes now held a haunted complexity, an indication to the internal battle that had unfolded. The elongated fangs, though still a menacing feature, seemed tempered by the echoes of that life-changing encounter.

As AK embarked on this new undead life, the towns they once tormented felt the residue of their malevolence, but now there was an undercurrent of something different—an enigmatic aura that spoke of a vampire haunted by the specter of their past, forever changed by the gaze of a girl who unwittingly became the catalyst for a momentous transformation.

Centuries passed, and AK hid in the shadows, residing in an ancient mansion concealed within the depths of the woods. Despite the unwavering companionship of their ghouls, especially Seraphina notably standing out as a loyal and obedient confidante, AK felt an increasing yearning for human connection that surpassed the primal necessity of sustenance. This longing surfaced periodically, emerging every few years like a poignant echo in the unending solitude of their immortal existence.

Every few years, invitations were extended to select humans and supernatural beings, beckoning them into the enigmatic realm of AK. Most dismissed these invitations as mere tales, but some accepted bringing this contact with the human world.

In the landscape of the modern world, where technology veiled humanity's eyes to the shadows, AK found themself safe merging to the vibrant pulse of a nearby town. Accompanying them was Jezebeth, a succubus whose allure transcended mortal comprehension. Her hiper-feminine form exuded sensuality, accentuated by curves that seemed to dance with every step. Flowing red hair framed a face of beauty tinged with mystery, while her enchanting eyes held a mischievous glint.

Seated at a secluded table in Jevzebeth’s tavern, AK sipped from a glass of blood that the demon had thoughtfully brought. As Jezebeth observed the patrons, AK confided, "I feel the weight of too many centuries. This town, beautiful as it is, seems stuck in time. I yearn to explore the modern world, to venture beyond these familiar shadows."

Without averting her gaze from the tavern's occupants, Jezebeth replied, "Indulge, my dear. Why embrace immortality if you confine yourself to the mansion, lost in books? You can embrace the world without succumbing to your darker instincts. What piques your curiosity?"

"I'm drawn to the modern music of this century. There's this metal genre, the heartbeat of humanity resonates through its thunderous rhythms and raw emotion." With a hint of mischief, Jezebeth encouraged, "Vampires now have an extensive nocturnal transportation network. Break free from the shackles of your house and go to a show. Don't fear your instincts; tame them."

Upon their return to the mansion, AK, adept with technology despite sparing use, retrieved a laptop. Searching for possibilities to travel without the dreaded daylight exposure, they found a solution with a travel agency that offered services to vampires. With that part resolved, they looked for events of interest in nearby cities. "Live music events," AK mused. "That's where I'll find a taste of life again." Pensively, they murmured the name of a band that caught their attention, "Eclipsed Serenity."

Curiosity sparked, AK opened a YouTube page, immersing themselves in the symphonic metal sounds of the band. "This is it," they thought. "A chance to savor the night, feed discreetly, and embrace the music I like." Surprised that they hadn't discovered Eclipsed Serenity before, considering how perfectly their music aligned with AK's tastes, they felt a sense of excitement grow within them. Securing a ticket for the upcoming show, AK reveled in the prospect of a night filled with Metal and Symphony, a feast for both their vampiric senses and their love for the haunting melodies of the modern era.

The night was a veil of secrecy as AK arrived in the city, the echo of centuries wrapped in a wooden chest to elude the sun's relentless gaze. Two nights remained until the Eclipsed Serenity show, and the anticipation hummed in the air. Modernity had granted vampires swift and discreet travel, a far cry from the rat-infested chests of the past.

In search of nocturnal camaraderie, AK gravitated toward a mystical bar where magical creatures congregated—vampires, demons, and witches commingling in the shadows. Amidst the enigmatic gathering, AK sat with what appeared to be a glass of wine in a red glass, but the knowing spectators would recognize it as the crimson elixir of life.

As the night unfolded, the fates wove a serendipitous encounter. The members of Eclipsed Serenity happened to grace the same obscure place. They, unsuspecting humans, perceived only an eccentric crowd. AK, engaged in the world of magical beings, was seemingly indifferent to the peculiar humans in their midst.

However, Cristian, the lead vocalist of the band, perceived something different. Despite the eclectic array of beings, AK stood out in a way that defied description. Perhaps it was an aura of ancient eras that magnetized Cristian's attention, an unspoken resonance with the past that beckoned.

Caught in the pull of fascination, Cristian approached AK, drawn to them like a moth to a flame. Attempting a casual invitation, Cristian, attracted to AK's enigmatic presence, decided to approach with genuine curiosity. "Hey there, I noticed you from across the bar. Mind if I join you?" he ventured with a friendly smile, in response AK nodded.

As Cristian took a seat, the bartender, a wizened figure with a knowing grin who happened to know AK’s nature, leaned in and whispered, "Hey Cristian, looks like you've found your companion for the night. Good luck keeping their attention. They're a mysterious one.” Amused by the bartender's cryptic remark, Cristian turned his attention to AK. "So, what brings you here tonight?" he asked, interested in the enigmatic being before him.

As AK took a sip from their glass of crimson ambrosia, they considered Cristian's question. "I'm here to experience the night, to soak in the essence of this city. It's been a while since I've felt the warmth of urbanity. I live in a remote town, and the vibrant heat of the city beckoned to me," they responded.

Cristian leaned in, his curiosity undiminished. "Sounds like you've got a taste for adventure.” Unfazed by the mysterious aura, continued the conversation, "Well, I'm Cristian Lara. Nice to meet you." AK, still shrouded in a veil of intrigue, extended a hand. "AK. Pleasure is mine.”

After shaking hands, he inquired ”Any particular reason you chose this place?" A subtle hint of excitement in his voice. With a mysterious smile, AK glanced around at the eclectic assembly of magical beings. "There's a certain allure in the unconventional, the hidden gems that escape the notice of ordinary eyes. This bar, with its peculiar patrons, felt like the right place to begin my exploration." The conversation flowed seamlessly, a delicate dance between tales of the present and an unspoken past. Cristian, drawn to AK's mysterious aura, couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull.

As the topic gracefully shifted to Eclipsed Serenity, AK's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "The band will be performing soon, right? What connects you to their music?" they teased, a subtle acknowledgment in their gaze hinting at the knowledge that Cristian was the singer.

Leaning in, Cristian's eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief and a playful smile dancing on his lips. "Funny thing is, I'm not just a fan; I'm the voice behind Eclipsed Serenity." AK, feigning surprise, arched an eyebrow. "Well, you've certainly managed to keep that a secret well hidden. Are you going to tell me more details about the band?" Cristian chuckled, the air thick with anticipation. "Perhaps, if you promise to come to our show." AK simply grinned, playfully acknowledging the invitation.

A mischievous smile played on his lips. "You strike me as someone who appreciates a bit of rebellion. How about we trade that wine for something with more fire? What do you say?" Intrigued, AK responded with a coy smile, "You know how to make an evening interesting. But tonight, I'll stick with the familiar." The polite refusal veiled AK's unearthly preferences, safeguarding the secret that bound them in secrecy.

Resoluted, Cristian persisted, offering another glass of wine. The mystical bar witnessed a subtle interplay of words and glances, a dance that set the stage for a journey yet to unfold—an extraordinary adventure entwined with secrets and the magic between two worlds. As the night continued its enchanting cadence, Cristian couldn't shake the allure of AK's mystery. Undeterred by their response, he seized the opportunity to delve deeper.

With a subtle charm, Cristian steered the conversation toward the heart of his passion—the music. "You know, AK, there's something about performing on stage. It's like baring your soul to the world, connecting with people in a way words can't express. Have you ever felt that kind of connection?" AK, guarded yet intrigued, replied, "I appreciate the power of expression, but my connection is more... unconventional."

Unwavering, Cristian persisted with a sense of urgency, determined to have AK at the upcoming show. "Come to the show, I insist. Eclipsed Serenity will be weaving their magic on stage, and I need you to be there. Feel the energy, let the music speak to you. What do you say?" Caught in the delicate balance between attraction and secrecy, AK hesitated. "Perhaps," they replied with a mysterious smile, leaving the door ajar to possibilities yet unknown. They will be attending, but vampires love their mysteries.

As the invitation to the show lingered in the air, Cristian sensed the delicate dance of mystery between them. Wanting more than just a fleeting encounter, he decided to take a bold step.

With a charming smile, Cristian leaned in, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and desire. "You know, AK, the night holds many mysteries, and I find myself drawn to yours. How about we continue this intriguing conversation tomorrow over a cup of coffee? Or perhaps something more substantial, like lunch?"

Maintaining the enigmatic allure, AK replied with a polite yet cryptic refusal. "Tomorrow is a complex schedule for me. I appreciate the offer, but I must decline. It's not that I don't want to meet, but my... Perhaps another time in the shadows would suit us better." The subtle admission hung in the air, leaving Cristian to decipher the layers of mystery shrouding AK's nocturnal existence. Undeterred, Cristian pressed on, determined to secure a future meeting with AK. "I understand, mysterious one. How about another glass of wine, then? Here, same time, same place. A more intimate setting for our exchange, don't you think?"

A subtle smile played on AK's lips, a spark of amusement in their eyes. "Wine, you say? That has a certain allure. Let's make it a date, then. After sunset, same location."

Cristian, unable to hide his satisfaction, agreed eagerly, "It's a date. Until then, let existence weave its magic." As the night approached its end, AK glanced at the clock, a subtle urgency in their gaze. "I must be going," they said, a tinge of regret in their voice. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Cristian."

Surprised by the sudden departure, Cristian hesitated but couldn't let the opportunity slip away. "Before you go, could I have your phone number? Maybe we can exchange a few words before our meeting, continue our conversation."

AK, torn between secrecy and the desire to stay connected, offered a small smile. "Certainly. Here's my number." They handed a piece of paper with the digits written in neat calligraphy, though Cristian failed to discern any deliberate effort in AK’s writing, "I must warn you, I'll be quite occupied during the day, so texting might not be the best way to reach me. But I look forward to our meeting at night."

Cristian, intrigued and determined, accepted the number with a nod. "I'll keep that in mind. Until tomorrow then." AK vanished and a sense of anticipation lingered. Little did Cristian know that the number he held was a key to a world of mystery, and the unfolding tale would continue in the shadows where secrets were kept and desires danced beneath the moonlight.

#romance #romantic #vampire #vampire core #dark fantasy #vampire x human #cw blood #cw: gore #cw violence #dark #supernatural romance #vampiric #vampirism #cw alchohol mention #cw death #cw dead animal #forced marriage #symphonic metal

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hopusthebrainlessfloof · 8 months

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Rango: "Swimming. Want me to tell him something for you?"

Topper: *Stays perfectly still and answers none of it* :[ *No clue what to do*

Spewart: "N-no, I'm okay!!!" *Amidst a panic attack*

Bully: Breathe in for five seconds, hold for five, and breathe out for five? Let's try doin' that :)

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Hip & Hop: *silently telapathically communicating before continuing to stare*

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Hariet [over the phone]: (thinking she could get away with this) Uh, yeah. I need him to cut out the baby shit. His mom and dad have a cute gal they want him to marry, but they have to meet first before they wed, and I have eyes on him that said he's back at the toddler stuff.

#my art #koopalings broodals and koopa kids #broodals sleepover #answered ask #asks open #cw forced marriage

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spaceless-vacuum · 2 years

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Fandom‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Hetalia

Pairing‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Yandere!Belarus (Natalia) x reader, Yandere!Ukraine (Irunya) x reader

Word count‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ 1,379

Summery‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ These are just some quick pov’s I wrote for these two hetalia girls because they really don’t get enough love.

Misc‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Kidnapping, forced marriage, you’re tied down for both of these so you can’t escape, you (the reader) had no idea about the two girls yandere tendencies before waking up kidnapped, I used their human names only.

Belarus:

“I don’t understand.” Were the only words I could think to say. None of this made sense. Every time I started to wrap my head around what was going on something else was thrown at me.

“What are you unable to understand? I thought I was making myself quite clear.” Natalia stared down at me. Never moving her eyes away from mine. When I first met her the pressure of her eyes were unnerving, but after a while I grew to find the calming. She was my friend. It was difficult to find someone you cared about scary.

I found myself sinking back into my chair against the heavy stare of hers. Was she always like this? Did I delude myself into thinking she was something other than what I first saw in her, or was this just a different, even darker side?

Silence sank into every corner of the room. Distant sounds of traffic and city life passed by outside. The noise was too far away to give me any hope of a possible escape. Rope tied me to my chair. If I wanted to leave I'd have to get out of my restraints first. Then I would have to get past Natalia.

Was it possible to get her to leave the room? Even if it was just for a few minutes. I might have the chance to get away. Everything else could be figured out after that. I just needed an opening. No matter how small it was I could make it out of this. For now I would play along. It would give me the best chance of getting out.

“What do you mean by a wedding?” Natalia tilted her head to the side.

“How do I make this simpler for you…” She held a hand up to her face. Pinching the bridge of her nose she considered her words carefully. “I want you. To be with you forever. An easy way to make sure you’re always by my side and to show you how much I care for you is to marry. Can you understand that?”

I nodded. “I can understand that, but is tying me to a chair necessary for this process?”

Natalia took a step forward. She was only an arms away from me now. I could smell the perfume she normally wore from this distance. It was something sweet and floral. Laced with hints of honey. “I refuse to let you run away from me. We’re meant to be together forever.” She put a hand on the back of the chair and leaned over me. Strands of her hair fell down around my face.

“One day you will love me back.”

“I do love you Natalia.” Maybe it was the truth. Maybe I was just trying to escape. Either way the words left my mouth before I could even think about it. It couldn't have been a complete lie. You don't spend weeks with someone only to not care for them in some capacity. Kidnapping changed my feelings a bit. They didn't erase them.

Several seconds passed and she stood as still as a statue. It was impossible to tell what was going on inside of her mind. Excruciating moments passed with me questioning every word that had left my mouth.

“No. You don't love me the same way I love you. If I left you, you’d find a way to continue living. You could find someone else to bring you comfort. I could not live without you. If you were to leave my life I would never feel the same comfort I do now. That is why I must keep you here. I can not allow you to slip through my fingers.” It was rare that she let the veneer of the stoic and hard press woman drop. Pain and fear laced her voice. Tears threatened the corners of her eyes.

“Without you I am nothing.” With that she leaned away. I tried to think of something to say. Anything to provide a small bit of comfort or solace. The chance was taken from me. As soon as the sadness had appeared it left. Leaving nothing but a stoic look on her face.

“We are going to get married. I will ask you one more time; what do you want to wear?

Ukraine:

“Are you being serious?”

“Of course I am! Why would I make such a cruel joke to you dear?” She warped the measuring tape around my torso once more. Humming under her breath as she counted and wrote down my measurements. “Just give me a few more minutes to write all of this down and I will have it sent off to the tailor. I can’t wait to see the finished product. I just know you’ll make it look wonderful on you.”

This had to be some sort of cruel joke. It was impossible that my sweet Irunya had become so cruel. Even if she didn't mean to be malicious, surely she had to see that this was too far. I was invited over for a home cooked meal and a ‘big announcement’. Having my feet tied down to the floor was a bit much. Nothing in her demeanor had changed. She was still acting as loving and caring as she had the day before. It was just the situation that had changed. Something had gone wrong.

“Stop please! I don't want to be dressed up for any wedding. I don't want this Irunya please!” My loving partner clamped a hand over my mouth. She was still writing down numbers on a scrap piece of paper with the other hand. Once done she put the pen down and brought her hand up to my face. Cupping my cheek and running her thumb along freshly fallen tears. Wiping them away.

“My sweet lamb… This may take you a long time to accept; and that is ok. I do not blame you for feeling a bit overwhelmed. I’m nervous too, ok? I promise you that everything is alright. When you calm down we can remove the chains from you and return to normal alright?” She was as sweet as she always was when she spoke. Her honey covered words that always used to comfort me only sent trails of fear down my spine.

It was impossible. I couldn't remember any signs of this hiding behind the delightful smile days prior. Was this always there and I just missed it? She took a step away from me. Uncovering my mouth. I could have spoken. The option was there. No words came to me though.

“So I was thinking. The photos I showed you earlier. I love the design but I'm not so sure about the fabric. What do you think?”

“How long before I accept this? Accept what Irunya?” panic set in as the full force of the situation hit me in the chest. I was getting married. I was going to be married to someone. For the rest of my life? When? Did I have a week, a day? Was there going to be a ceremony or were we just going to sign a certificate and call it at that.

I found myself struggling against the chains holding me in place. There was no rhythm or reason behind the movements. Just panicked tugs and pulls. It got me nowhere, but I had to do something. I couldn't just stand still anymore.

“You already know what I mean darling. We're going to be married, and there's only one reason for that.” she turned back around. She met my eyes for the first time since I walked into her house. That nervous energy around her when I first walked in hadn't lifted even as she chained my feet down. “I love you; and one day you’re going to love me back.”

I started to cry again. I couldn't help it. This was all too quick. I didn't have nearly enough answers to my questions and the answers I was getting just sent me deeper into a pool of despair. Irunya walked back to me. She embraced me in a hug and held me there for a few seconds.

“Please don't cry my love. We're going to be together forever now.”

#hetalia x reader #yandere x reader #kidnapping cw #forced marriage tw #belarus x reader #ukraine x reader #eye write

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fictionkinfessions · 3 months

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@canon family question

I’m just going to talk about one person if you’re curious about the others I’ll keep short and brief.

The Gojo Clan: Sucks, especially the elders. To overbearing and controlling blegh

My father: Also sucks, never liked him

Mom: The only person in that place I genuinely loved. She was treated terribly by the clan because she never met their standards and for some time I wasn’t allowed to even interact with her in the first few years of my life. When she finally met me for the first time I was 5 years old but I remember the way she sobbed as she hugged me. It was weird at first cause I wasn’t use to affection and I didn’t even know who she was at the time but it felt strangely right. She treated me different compared to the others. Unlike everyone who treated me like some sort of prized object or tool she treated exactly what I was: a kid who was more interested in playing than training. She never told me anything but I was always perceptive even at a young age and I came to learn that she was a jujutsu sorcerer herself in her high school days before being forced to marry my father and have me. But one thing she did tell me is that despite the drastic change she had in her life having was the best thing that ever did happen in her life. There’s more i would like to say about her (honestly I could go on all day if I could) but then this post would be too long. Maybe another day I could brag about how amazing she was lol

- 🕶️ Gojo Satoru

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #jjkkin #gojosatorukin #prevabuse #chara hate #sexism cw #child abuse cw #schools cw #forced marriages cw #mod party cat

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gabessquishytum · 5 days

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So glad to see you’re back! Hope your break was restful because it was certainly well deserved! Hope you continue to take time for yourself and prioritize yourself ❤️

I know Ameliot owns centaurs now but I had an idea I have to share lol.

One of the key parts of centaur mythology is that they kidnap human women to be wives. So centaur dream has never liked this process—it activates his social anxiety for one—but it’s what centaurs do.

And his family is on his case and this breeding season is going particularly rough on him. He really really needs a mate…

So when the herd ambushes a human town, dream, due to real need and lots of peer pressure, knows he can’t come back empty handed. Desire would never let him hear the end of it.

Problem is he hasn’t ever done this before so he isn’t entirely sure how to like…spot a human and sweep them up into his back.

So he just goes for it almost without looking, hooking his arms around the nearest nice smelling person and launching them over his shoulder and taking off, his grip firm around their waist.

It isn’t until they’re back and the herd is now entering stage two (seduction and courting the women) that dream takes a good look at his human and realizes…he grabbed a very confused man.

Hob was minding his own business when the centaurs came. Honestly people in town know when the centaurs are coming and so the only women around are very down for the process and are waiting around eagerly. The others who aren’t into it are already inside. Hob didn’t know about the tradition, being a visitor and no one bothered to warn him—he’s a man. So when the chaos starts, he was Not Prepared for a beautiful centaur to thunder up and grab him! The centaur is clearly also confused so it was clearly a mistake on his part but he still stiffly demands that hob will be his wife for the season…

Dream is going to die of embarrassment when desire finds out he grabbed a man on accident. But now he’s got to pretend this was all on purpose.

It isn’t all bad. The man is…very handsome and he smells perfect to dream. And he can’t let him go now, Dream really needs the help during the mating season, even if it won’t result in a pregnancy.

Dream will just have to seduce hob into wanting to stay.

(Stubborn as hob is, it might not be too hard. It just so happens that hob is a size queen)

Omg socially anxious idiot centaur Dream!!!! I love him so much already. I'm obsessed with the idea of Dream looking down at his "bride", and Hob looks back up at him... with his beard... and his flat (ish) chest... and his, ya know, penis. And Dream just wants to sink into the floor in his embarrassment.

But Hob? He's gonna make the best of the situation. He's gonna put on the pretty bridal gown with the rest of the chosen brides (no it doesn't fit him very well but he's still hot af). And he's gonna take Dream’s hand in the glade where the centaurs are dancing. He's not the greatest dancer but he is having a great time! Dream stumbles over his hooves as he realises that the smiling handsome man might actually be the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

The good thing about mating season, is that things like anxiety and awkwardness all fall by the wayside. All Dream feels is admiration for his new mate, and a strong desire to spend the season in the throes of delirious passion. And he discovers that despite being a man, Hob is really the perfect companion. He's horny. Really horny. Maybe even hornier than Dream, which is really saying something.

And it totally doesn't matter that they can't have kids, because they can still very much fantasise and talk dirty about it - which they do. A lot. Dream isn't even remotely shy when he talks about filling Hob up with many strong and magnificent foals. Hob is kind of obsessed with the way Dream will approach him from behind and mount him with absolutely no warning (thank goodness Hob keeps himself well oiled!) and start whispering filth in his ear about what a good little wife Hob is, how he was absolutely made for it and even the gods won't be able to take him from Dream.

Hob may be a traveller at heart but he'll find it hard to leave when the mating season ends. How will he ever satisfy himself without Dream’s massive cock? Maybe he'll stay another year. It may be impossible for them to have a child biologically, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't keep trying!

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw monsterfucking #cw forced marriage #but only a little #cw breeding

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