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sacrificialmaiid · 2 years

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗, 1945.

It’s cold.

Were Milena a little older and a little bolder both, she might question the sense in having a public holiday in the midst of winter in an Eastern European country -- but she is neither of those things. She is small, and vulnerable, and her ear is still tightly packed with cotton, bandages wound around her head to keep it secure. She hasn’t been on her feet for very long after the accident and she’s a faded, wan shadow of a thing compared to the child she had been that summer -- laughing, sun-kissed, and whole.

Her father had grumbled about ‘dragging her out to this farce’ when she was still recovering, but a flurry of relatives and neighbours - their friends - had insisted otherwise. This is an honour, and a young Milena Hofer, after her miraculous brush with death, surely is the finest little candidate amongst them to offer the Countess her flowers.

The Countess, as a matter of fact, was newer to the village even than Milena was to the world itself. There have been comments about her, whispers quickly reprimanded, all hovering just above her downy head and far out of range of the one good ear that the Black God has blessed her with (though her father said that the Black God had nothing to do with that in the slightest -- that if the Black God had been present that day, surely it should have been that no ill should have befallen a playing child at all. Her mother had aimed a look at him over the dining table for that comment and when his eyes had come to rest once more on his eldest daughter, he had offered her a remorseful smile. She didn’t understand why he apologised -- she didn’t mind at all.)

The snow is crunching beneath her little boots while she moves from one foot to the other, but the sound is flat and distant to her one good ear. She’s bundled up tightly in coats and jumpers that her mother had toiled over for days and in both mitten-clad hands she clutches a bouquet almost half the size of her -- one that has been carefully pruned for this very moment. She stands amongst the rest of them, and behind her she can hear her uncle, her father, and their neighbours talking in soft, gruff Romanian amongst themselves.

“Aren’t you proud of your little Mi?” one of them presses her father, who makes a noncommittal sound. “The Countess will be happy to see a delightful child -- everyone is.” She turns her head back towards them and he lays a fond hand to the top of her bandaged crown whilst her father tries his best to look encouraging through a tight-lipped smile. She smiles back with a great deal more enthusiasm, and her mother taps her shoulder and urges her to pay attention. In the distance, there comes the pounding of hooves and the rattle of wheels.

At the sight of the carriage that pulls through their little subsection of the village, Milena’s heart leaps into her throat. She’s disorientated immediately by the furious rumble of hooves as a carriage led by four sleek, blinkered, black horses rolls into view, steam pouring from their flared nostrils with each aggravated breath. The only horse she’s seen so close before is the old chestnut mare that one of the villagers allows her to feed carrots to down the lane, and that lovely old creature is nothing like this troupe of beasts. The enormous wheels of the carriage, too, are frightening -- the last time she had seen a fast-turning wheel had been on the day of her accident, and these spokes are much larger and made of wrought iron, by the looks of things.

She freezes and holds the bouquet tightly, even as the carriage slows expectantly. She can’t do it -- she can’t. She’s held in place by an icy terror. Distantly, she can hear words of encouragement being muttered just behind her shoulder, but she’s too frightened to listen to them properly. It’s only a firm push to the middle of her back that has her legs moving, pedalling forwards as though outside of her control. She moves a little faster, then, frightened of the carriage and the horses of course -- but more frightened of the trouble she will surely be in if it pulls away before she’s had the chance to fulfil her duty.

The windows of the carriage are shrouded by thick velvet curtains, obscuring the figure inside, but they shift just a fraction when Milena approaches. A long, white-gloved hand appears between the fabric, outstretched with expectation and once again, Milena finds herself frozen. She almost entirely forgets about the bouquet in her hands, until the fingers of the hand twitch restlessly and she’s quick to remember, stretching her little arms upwards to offer the flowers. They are accepted, and one gloved fingertip accidentally brushes her hand during the exchange, chilling her very blood.

When the bouquet disappears again between the curtains, they stay parted just a crack, and Milena’s eyes widen at the profile that she sees behind them; the face’s skin is mask-white, its nose upturned and haughty, its eyes obscured by the rim of a wide hat. Its mouth, painted crimson, parts and exhales a steady stream of smoke, reminiscent of the steaming nostrils of the horses, she thinks. She coughs when the face moves sharply towards her, bringing the smoke with it, and the curtains are righted, shutting her out.

The horses pick up their speed once more and Milena goes stumbling backwards out of the way, pulled close by her father, stunned and unable to put words to what she has just witnessed.

“That’s quite enough of that for another year,” her father states with finality, and begins ushering her inside. Her mother complains at the smell of tobacco, and insists on scrubbing her clean of it in their shallow tub and changing her bandages for fresh ones. Milena tries to ask them about the woman in the carriage, but her questions are flatly refused. The goings on in the castle are not for people like them to worry about, her mother assures her, and Milena accepts it.

Years from now, she will find herself once again staring at that steady stream of smoke. She’ll roll over onto her stomach beneath silken sheets and rest her chin upon folded arms, and give a coy smile.

“I saw you first,” she’ll whisper.

#drabble #re8 #maiden oc #meg encouraged me to properly write this out so here we are lmao #milena lore drop

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yoitscass · 1 year

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Completed ref for my RE8 maid OC

Meet Clara 💕

#artists on tumblr #digital artist #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil #resident evil maid OC #re maiden oc #maiden OC

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caemidraws · 1 month

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Things we promised

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #art #artists on tumblr #ocs #marsilio #pettirossi #p&p hand? in my paladin? yeah...#anyway if anyone in this picture dies before the boss fight quests end ill kill everyone in the City n then the City personification too #taking no prisoners when the maidens are in danger......

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rainbow-zebra-art · 7 months

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Flat color commission for Soundwave3591! Featuring the Arkos family from his "Mother Maiden" RWBY AU. So here we have adult Jaune, Pyrrha, and their lovely children – Lia (Liakada) and JJ (Jaune Jr.)!

I always loved this family concept, so drawing them all together smiling and happy was such an enjoyable experience. What's not to enjoy here? They all look so fine >w<

#rwby #rwby fanart #rwby au #arkos #rwby arkos #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #rwby oc #rwby original character #fall maiden #rusted knight #art commissions #commission

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doctorsiren · 2 months

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they were in love your honour

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alxndryngs · 6 months

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A Day Off

A/N: Since I am in desperate need of comfort/fluff, I came up with this. Enjoy!

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Alcina’s favourite maid has a bad day.

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Alcina, sitting in her atelier, was focused on her newest art piece. She only recently had gotten back into painting, and upon her new oil paints arriving, she had pushed work aside for once and hid away in her art room.

She even asked for her daughters to stay by themselves for the day, and put Bela in charge. Alcina wanted to dedicate herself to the work in process fully, without distractions.

The smell of fresh paint and sounds of birds chirping outside had fully consumed her, and hours passed without her noticing.

It was only when the feeling of hunger clawed at her throat that she noticed how much time had passed. Alcina called out, loud enough for the maids to hear.

“Yes, my lady.” Ingrid asked upon entering, her hands folded behind her back.

“Let y/n know I’m in desperate need of a glass of wine, and perhaps a small snack. She’ll know what to make me.”

Y/n had been her personal maid for almost three years at this point, having proven herself more than capable and worthy. Alcina took a liking to the girl, despite her wanting to admit it. She acted with grace, was humble and kind. Everything Alcina thought she herself was not, despite acting with grace.

The maid had left soon after, nodding before dismissal.

“Thank you, my-“ Alcina’s words ceased once her head turned and she was met by the image of Helena, and not y/n. “I asked for y/n, if I’m not mistaken.” Her tone now had a sharp edge to it, already feeling the annoyance bubbling up inside of her.

“Yes, my lady, I’m aware. But I was available, y/n isn’t feeling well today.”

Alcina paused, the paint covered brush slowly being lowered before placed down. It had surprised her that her little maid was feeling ill. In the years y/n had worked at the castle she might have fallen ill three times in total. Nothing could shake her, not even the freezing temperatures of the winter. Instead of freezing and sitting in front of her fireplace, she insisted on Alcina’s daughters receiving her firewood. ‘She didn’t need it’ she said.

“Well, send her the castle nurse. She will fix a remedy for whatever it is that is causing her to feel ill.” Alcina nodded, convinced this idea would be the solution. As the maid stood still, her mouth opening and closing to fish for an answer, Alcina snapped.

“Stop gawking at me like a dying bubble eye fish and do as I said! What am I paying you for?”

The maids mouth now stood agape in fear, and she stuttered for an answer. “I’m- my lady. I’m ever so sorry. A remedy from the nurse won’t help her. She’s just.. not feeling well mentally today.”

The maid paused, then adding in a panicked tone. “I apologise. I’m not sure if I was allowed to share that with you, Lady Dimitre-“

“I’m your employer, you’ll share with me when you last bled if I wish for you to.” Alcina growled, now standing and pushing the maid aside as she left her atelier.

As she strut through the castle, an anxious feeling overcame her. Y/n had always been collected and happy, and it seemed out of order for her to put work on hold. She had seen people die and burn because of Alcina’s wrath. People burning and screaming, being gutted, and managed to sleep like a baby. It confused Alcina.

She had slowed once entering the hallway leading towards the maidens rooms. Her heels thudded against the carpet, ceasing once having approached y/n’s room.

“Y/n?” Alcina called out, waiting for a response before gently knocking on the door with her knuckle. “Y/n, darling. I’ve heard that-“

Alcina stopped herself as the door opened. She fought the smile threatening to spread across her lips when y/n looked back at her.

“My lady.” She greeted, the same smile as always on the girls lips.

Alcina stood confused, licking her lips to moist them before pushing a smile back.

“Do you need me to wash your dress?”

Alcina’s brows furrowed “Pardon?”

“Your dress, my lady. It’s covered in paint.”

Alcina didn’t bother looking down at herself. Instead she shook her head and began to lean down, moving to step into the room as y/n stepped back to allow her to.

“I heard you were ill.” The stutter in y/n’s heart didn’t miss her. Alcina turned to look at her, waiting until she had closed the door before speaking again, her tone softer this time.

“You have always been by my side, ever since you came to Castle Dimitrescu. You’ve listened to me rant about my incompetent brother, complain over my business and daughters. You even dried my tears and blood for me. It is my turn to return the favour, my dear. Sit, and speak to me. What’s causing your little heart to beat this way?”

Alcina lowered herself onto the bed as she spoke. Y/n wasn’t sure if she had ever seen the kindness in Alcina’s eyes like there was now. It was inviting, comforting.

She obeyed, taking a seat next to her lady. It didn’t take long for the words to pool out of her, and all of a sudden, she had displayed the world to Alcina. Every single one of her concerns and problems laid splayed out before her, for her to look at and judge.

But instead, Alcina remained silent the whole time. Not once had she budged in to ask a question, even though there were multiple that burned on the tip of her tongue.

For comfort, Alcina removed the cream coloured handkerchief from her pocket. The Dimitrescu sigil was stitched into the corner.

Carefully, she had dried the maids tears. Her large hand cupped her cheek, and with the other she dried her tears.

Y/n cried, her face flush because of it and the embarrassment of crying in front of someone like Alcina. A wave of guilt overcame her for so freely unloading her problems onto Alcina.

“I’m sorry, my lady. I shouldn’t have burdened you with my problems, I-“

“Shush.” Alcina snapped, her voice immediately softening after. For a moment she hesitated, but then gently pulled her into her lap. She had to lift her slightly to her height to give her a proper hug. Alcinas gloved fingers ran through her hair, holding her close enough to feel her heartbeat against her own chest.

“Don’t ever say that. You are not a burden, or burdening me by speaking about your feelings. Your feelings are more than valid, especially in topics like the ones you have shared with me just now. I am beyond proud that you shared your concerns. It takes courage to speak up about one’s concerns. And from what I can tell, this has bothered you for a long time.”

Alcina gently peeled the maid off of her, only enough so she could look at her. Y/n had leaned on her only after moments, quietly crying into the woman’s shoulder.

Her hands cupped her small face, and Alcina spoke quietly.

“I want you to know that I always will be someone you can trust, and confine in. I’m here, and I’m listening. Do you hear me?”

A small sob bubbled out of her, and she nodded. Y/n’s eyes closed as Alcina pressed the most gentle kiss to her forehead, letting it linger enough for both of them to have time to relish in it before pulling away.

Her lips had left behind a red mark which she would make sure to remove later on. But for now, she was returning the hug y/n had given her. She had thrown her arms around the older woman, holding on tight as her walls began to fully break down and crumble beneath them both.

Alcina closed her eyes, holding her close as she swayed them from side to side. Whispering sweet nothings calmed y/n after a few minutes, and Alcina made sure to show her appreciation of the girl for the rest of the day.

“I started a new art piece.. would you like to join me in the atelier for the rest of the day?” Alcina offered with a smile which intensified upon seeing y/n smile at the suggestion.

She wondered if the girl would notice that it was her Alcina was painting. Taking a stroll through the Dimitrescu garden at midnight, the moon shining down on her.

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dommnics · 1 month

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Just realized I uploaded this on my other socials but not on here. A couple years ago, I was really interested in re-imagining Swan Lake as a comic, but never got far with it and put it to the side. The story found its way back to me, and I'd love to have another go at it and work it into a graphic novel after I publish my debut graphic novel trilogy KLOUD 9 (coming in 2025!)

These are some rough character designs I was playing around with for my take on the Swan Lake characters. I wanted my Odette to be a magical Filipina princess, as my dream of helping work on the first Filipina Disney princess movie seems too far off at this point in my career. So I don't really want to wait, and I'm just making my own haha!

Check out more of my work on other platforms!

My Instagram -- My Twitter

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jijidraws · 1 year

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✶ My beautiful Collector Muerte Maiden lives again ✶ for the third volume of the @fatcraftzine!! ♡ ♡ ♡

[You have until April 1st to preorder your copy whether it's physical or digital @ fatcraftzine.com ♡ Fat Craft Zine is a charity zine full of fat babes benefiting NOLOSE! ♡ I’ll have prints after April 1st out of respect to the zine :3]

#jijidraws #Jiji Knight #art only #digital art #muerte maiden #skulls #oc #ocs #the collector #death #pink art #stretch marks

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chrisitsraining · 2 years

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so anyway i got @silentcrowssilentravens to draw the maiden ive been putting in some of my shitposts look you guys look look loo

(her name is adriana btw)

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #adriana #dumdum hours #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re8 #maiden oc #alcina dimitrescu x oc #lady dimitrescu x maiden

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emilykaldwen · 14 days

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I had the absolute honor and pleasure of commissioning @winterofherdiscontent for this piece of Prince Aegon Targaryen and Lady Abrogail Strong from my fic, The Maiden and the Drowning Boy. Right from the start, I knew I wanted to try comission her for a piece. Their art style is haunting and imbued with that fairy tale glimmer that's absolutely my favorite thing and I was fortunate to snag one of their spots! Right from the start, we clicked on the vision of what this piece would be like, really leaning into that dark medieval fairy tale vibes that I'm building in the fic itself.

The piece is just as dreamy, just as longing as I wanted it, with these two walking through the gardens of King's Landing just how I imagined. It was truly a pleasure and an honor and I'm so freaking excited to share this with everyone!!!

#fic: the maiden and the drowning boy #art tag #hotd tag #oc: abrogail strong #aegon x abby #aegon ii targaryen #aegon x oc #aegon ii targaryen x oc #hotd oc

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mellythesimp · 11 months

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"What are we looking at now, hm? Something nice, draga?"

and while indeed there are nice views outside the window, Kaerie is more than sure that the view above her is way... exciting

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caemidraws · 16 days

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Session notes...dinner is served

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #artists on tumblr #comics #art #ocs #marsilio #pettirossi #there were happenings and lots of lucky persuasion rolls #boss fight speed run now we'll go look for another fight to boss while the other party do their part #i mean yes mars we're going to look for your maidens haha #he's rattling the cage (my brain)

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mellowwillowy · 7 months

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Teasing (Bullying) Yan! Eldritch Horrors/TricksterS' Cock

(*peaces out after making them jealous*)

CW: GN! God Reader (mentioned as male and female), mentioned breeding,Bullied cocks (RIP Erickson), "what happens when you accidentally touch their pee pee" :D ps: don't mind the names.

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- You were only doing what you usually do, your hand inside the bathtub feeling his tentacles until you were actually feeling something else.

- You did not realize it until you finally touched something hairy, there's no way a slimy tentacle has that right?

- Your left hand went to feel another thing in the hope of finding his tentacle. Bam bam, you got his tensed thigh instead. You could have sworn you heard him hissed slightly from the contact.

- "No looking back."

- That was the deal you had with him. You got to relax with him in the tub but you were not allowed to turn back. Why? Because he knew his face would be peppered by kisses non-stop if you were allowed to look at him.

- You decided to act dumb and kept on feeling it, squeezing and tickling it every now and then.

- He didn't voice any of his discontent and only stayed silent while occasionally twitching when you teased one of his veins.

- You wiggled on his lap, teasing his boner with your plump ass while humming to yourself.

- "Your tentacle isn't that large this time hm?"

- You did not even bother to stroke his ego (both literal and), even worse, you start to compare his sizes with his brother's.

- "I never knew he has larger tentacles than yours. Perhaps his tentacle would be waaaay stronger in both squeezing and penetrating?" (Penetrating, what?)

- He stayed silent but you could feel his hands feeling your shoulder blades, peppering your wet neck with kisses before it turned into hickeys and bite marks.

- You squealed a bit at the contact and pain, relishing in the sting of it.

- "Are you competing for the power of your bites with his? I can give you the win if you want~"

- Another splash of oil to the burning fire. He may be silent and demeaning, but angering him will have you faced with something even worse than the worst.

- "Ahh, I remember how one of my devotees used to go crazy and mark me, hard. Here." You pointed to the place where your follower bit, "Mmh, he even drew a lot of blood to the point I thought he was some kind of vampire or he was trying to bring me with him to death."

- Rest assured, that man had long been sent his way driven to madness as the man bit himself to death. His teeth were all shaped into sharp rows of shark's teeth to make him feast himself easier, all done by himself under his influence.

- "I promise you that I'll reserve you the best place in the lake."

- He licked the blood he drew clean, relishing in how tasty it tasted in his tongue.

- "I'd rather not demonstrate just how much it's capable of binding you to me for eternity. Even if this body could not conceive, a miracle is still a miracle, no?" (works both F/M)

- He knew you were acting dumb, but who was he to confront you about stuff that he had known you would never admit about?

- "What can this little thing do to me? Break my bones? Can it even crack me?"

- "Rest assured that it can birth me genuine happiness of seeing my offspring inside you." (Be it a male, female, or intersex, it'll work either way~)

- You wiggled your ass on him again, this time you let go of his cock and feel it with your ass instead, "Then how about you show me just how mighty the King in Yellow is?"

- He was mighty, all evident in the bulge of your stomach filled with dripping cum. You whined when he pushed the leaking cum back into you before lining his cock to your entrance again.

- "Stop acting like a damn innocent virgin when you are nothing but a god that is turned on by my degradations."

- Don't worry, HAITA will be there to pamper you with his never-ending praises of worship.

Hastur (HAITA - ???)

- You were only cuddling with him under the weighted blankets, shutting yourselves away from the cruel cold.

- Your hand was ruffling his fluffy air and then moved to his back, hugging him tightly.

- He responded by pulling you closer to his chest, nose nestling on your head while his leg wrapped around yours.

- You moved your hand to feel his chiseled chest before turning away from him, turning yourself into a small spoon.

- Noel who was oblivious to this whined a bit, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

- You chuckled and moved your hand to bring his leg to wrap it around your leg. Boom. It's his crotch (How? Don't ask me).

- He immediately hissed at the contact, body jolting forward as your hand made contact with his member.

- You were certain you were feeling something you shouldn't have and as though you were trying to confirm it, you felt it by rubbing it up and down, his meat slowly getting harder.

- "Dear... not there..." he whispered into your nape, lip feeling your bare neck while leaving a trail of kisses.

- You knew you should let it to but you were feeling rather 'needy', wanting more of his reactions and whimpers. So what did you do? You let go of your hand and grind your ass around his hardened cock instead.

- "Dear... what are you doing...?"

- "It feels cold if I don't snuggle myself closer to you." And that was a fucking lie.

- Just how convenient was it to have his meat ground by your ass? Was your ass freezing and in need of heating itself with his cock? If so, he wouldn't hesitate to help you.

- His hands put you still in place as he started grinding his member against you, rubbing himself with your ass? Had he lost all his feelings of shame like his brother? (Erickson slander time)

- You relished the way he needily used you, something he doesn't do that often. You could feel his cock growing larger as his breath grew raggier. You could feel him panting into your neck while his grip tightened around your waist.

- You lived for this, to see and feel your adorable lover getting all flustered over the slightest sleight of hand. Just how sensitive was he that a mere touch could turn him this needy?

- "Mmh... faster... wanna feel warmer..."

- He complied and increased his pace, lip bitten to prevent his moans from slipping out. Grunts echoed in your ears as you started rubbing your thighs together.

- "So good hm? Just like someone I remember although... who was it again?" Your mind drifted to find the identity of the person who you said was similar to him, unaware of how his jaw clenched at the mention of someone else. Who was it? Someone he had not personally had their bones crushed into pieces? Perhaps he should start checking his journal again...

- "Ahh... It's that one crazy devotee. Come to think of it, what happened to him?" Your statement did not help him at all and instead made him brim with rage and jealousy. How could someone of a low-life be allowed to grind their disgusting thing onto you?

- Oh no no, he would never be angry with you. He could only be furious with those who deemed themselves worthy of feeling you even just for the slightest. Could you imagine what happened to their fingers and anything that touched you?

- "It seemed like you were out of your mind. Even I myself could hold back so why couldn't you?"

- Unlike his usual calm or flustered facade, his pace increased and it grew rougher. He felt the need to prove himself that he was allowed to do more and better than those dust, of course, still mindful of his power to not accidentally hurt you.

- "This damn pant is in the way..."

- Also him asking you non-stop if you were OK after you two had done the deed... "Are you alright? Did I go too hard? Should I get you an ice pack? Oh no no, of course I should! Please wait!" (King of Aftercare...)

Noel (NUG/???) - Trickster

- You two were twirling around in the middle of the air with cosmic glowing below you, performing your favorite waltz while fooling around with him. The two of you jumped like a rabbit while occasionally wrestling each other like bulls.

- All were fun and joy until you locked him into the wrong position. No, it wasn't wrong, it was inconvenient. The two of you cackled before you tried to pull away from the position, hand on the place you shouldn't be.

- "Oof-" Erickson groaned the moment your palm held onto something soft of him. You paid no mind and held the soft surface even harder, making him double immediately. (RIP baby trapping)

- You immediately let go when he double, examining him closely before you realized it was his cock that you gripped earlier judging by how he was cupping it. You could have sworn you saw his soul leaving his body for a moment.

- "Did that hurt so much?" You patted his back, "Or are you just being a lil wussy?"

- Erickson shot a glare at you with a tear in one of his eyes, "Why don't you have a feel of it? Better yet, who would even enjoy this?"

- You thought to yourself, "There are though. Some of my devotees once offered themselves to be kicked right into their nuts." You were not wrong, but you were talking to the wrong person at the wrong time as well.

- "They said something like they have no use for it since they could never do me anyway." You shrugged your shoulders, grinning stupidly at his face. Your followers cared not about your gender, they only cared about you gracing them with your appearance and smile.

- Erickson gritted his teeth in annoyance, he planned on breaking their legs one by one again this time. (RIP Noel's leg)

- It wasn't like he was oblivious to everything just like how he presented himself to you. Oh no no, he was way more than that. Could you even count how many pitiful souls were sent to the Church for purification? Noel was there dusting them after Ollie wrung them like dirty cloth, squeezing blood out of their body for the Gods to drink later.

- Of course, he and Noel did not even bother to drink it. Such a disgusting thing going inside their throat? They'd rather drink the blood of other beasts.

- He had to make sure he wrung more of them again after this. His priority now was to give you a taste of your own words.

- He caged your body that was sitting despite the two of you were not on any ground. He was smart enough to tie you with his ties first just in case you threw yourself down to run away. Both your wrists were tied into one, his hand holding your wrists while his knee feel your sex.

- "I wonder what your devotees thought of you, whether they saw you as a maiden or a respectful God, they would never know how much of a whore you are." He hissed as his mouth rested on your neck, peppering it with bitemarks, drawing blood only for him to drink.

- You looked down into his crotch, eyeing him in worry.

- "Ya' think that would stop me from railing you? I ain't a wussy, baby. An effeminate would never be that wussy." He pulled you by your ankles, his clothed crotch feeling yours, "My junior is still capable of producing more Juniors after all... but ah, even if your body could not conceive, I'll find a way and fuck this body of yours until a miracle happened." (Both fem and male works...)

- His words burnt, but you knew he had always been the burning one. Always using your weakness against you but who were you to complain?

- "Get ready for lots of icepacks, no, not for me but for you~"

- He might not be able to win against Hastur in the competition of filling you up so much but that doesn't mean he did not fill you to the brim <3

Erickson (YEB/???) - Trickster

ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ:

OC used: ???, Noel, Erickson

Reader:

Fox Reader :Fox reader is a deity that appears as a Man and Woman, mostly as a Man when meeting devotees. Fox Reader's gender is questionable but is depicted as feminine. Nonetheless, their body could never conceive until a miracle happened *it happened* Unlike Cat Reader who is intersex, Fox Reader's body is questionable thoroughly. For Male Readers, I'm aware that Omega? can get pregnant? Sorry, I just really wanna write breeding shits- Pink colored text = +Jealousy

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