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[averymagicalanon]

A compiled list of M!A’s to get inspired! Before you reblog this post, make sure anon is turned on so people can send them in.

If the anon does not specify a duration, Mun gets to decide how long these last. 

M!A Tongue Twisted: Mun gets full control over the Muse's dialogue, answering in their stead with whatever they would say at that moment. The Muse's actions remain their own. 

M!A 'Till Death Do Us Part: your Muse wakes up from a haze, just as they're saying their 'I do's' to the next person who reveals themselves in their inbox [off anon, or with a specified Muse].

M!A Fun Sized: your Muse has become small enough to fit in the palm of someone's hand!

M!A Yes, sir!: your Muse must agree to any proposal and obey any order given. 

M!A Truth Serum: your muse has been given a truth serum and must answer any and all questions truthfully!

M!A Amnesia: your Muse has lost their memory, can anyone help them remember? 

M!A Daddy? Do I Look Like--?: your Muse has become a parent! 

M!A Cinderella: your muse is stuck in a poofy princess dress [complete with glass slippers] until midnight. The dress cannot be removed by any means, magical or otherwise.

M!A Obsession: your Muse becomes obsessed with [insert person/thing/habit]. 

M!A Meow: your Muse has become [insert an animal here]. 

M!A Are You There?: your Muse hears the voice of [insert character] inside their head. 

M!A Change of Heart: a good character becomes evil, and vice versa. 

M!A Barkeep, Whiskey!: your Muse is shit-faced, drunk off their ass.

M!A Atchoo!: your Muse is sick! They have a very bad cold! 

M!A That Winged Bastard, Cupid: your Muse has been struck by cupid's arrow! They will fall in love with the next person they see and will become absolutely smitten.

M!A Chained: your Muse is chained to a wall and unable to escape on their own. Lasts until they are released, or somehow manage to escape.

M!A PUT SOME DAMN CLOTHES ON: your Muse can't find ANY clothes to wear, anything they try to put on goes up in smoke. 

M!A I'm Sensitive Aubrey!: your Muse has become super sensitive to physical touch. The brush of fingers makes their skin erupt into goosebumps, though rough treatment hurts more. 

M!A Nyah~: your Muse now has a cat tail and ears! Enjoy!

M!A Sleeping Beauty: your Muse has fallen asleep and only a kiss from [insert character] can awaken them! Those who kiss and fail to wake the muse will fall prey to the sleeping curse too. [Until original cursed muse is woken up] 

M!A Sing It, Swing It!: your Muse can only speak through song and has a compulsion to dance at all times! 

DON’T send these to @averymagicalanon

[averymagicalanon]

(( @askdiogoblinboots HERE YA GO))

It had been a few days since the ceremony, and Cecilia had not seen her husband much. Of course she figured it was because he was very busy, but she yearned for Dio's presence nonetheless. Occasionally he came to her for physical affection, but other than that he was a distant spouse.

She picked an attire from her closet that she knew he would approve of --since her husband now decided on everything she wore, ate or did. It was one of the dresses he had gifted her when they became an item, that was sure to capture his attention--right? She certainly hoped so. After dressing herself, she made her way to the mansion library where Dio would likely be.

With hesitant steps she opened the door and went inside. There, in one of the armchairs, was her beloved Dio.

"My love?" she called, coming to a stop in front of him. Her hand came to rest on his chest. "I've missed you..."

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

A dark shadow appears in the corner of his room, eight eyes glaring at Him, before it shifts into two eyes, and steps out of the shadow. You can see a few features, it had a red hat and orange glasses, a piercing red gaze. It spoke clearly, "You're getting married, Hm? It would be a shame for her to be hunted, killed before your very eyes, a sight to see you break into pieces as everything was taken away." The figure blended into the shadows with a cackle and dissappeared.

                                                 ~^~

“She has nothing to do with this.” He had a key in his pocket, he was prepared for this. Dio wouldn’t hesitate to hide his prize, at any cost.

“…” He watched the figure disappear, his eyes shifting throughout the room.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

“Dio?” Cecilia questioned, hiding in his embrace –a nervous fist clenched against his chest. “Who was that?” 

Was she in danger? No, of course not. Dio would keep her safe, always. And if the worst should happen –she would lay down her life for him. 

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

“Go to your room..” Dio handed her the key. 

He raised his voice. “Go. We shall not speak of this..”

Dio was acting odd. He placed a hand on her head, his fingers running through her locks.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

Without a single word of protest, Cecilia did as she was told --scampering away to the gilded cage she called home. The door locked and bolted from the inside. Whatever just happened was enough to spook her husband --she knew not to question his judgement. Fighting him wasn’t an option. 

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

((( Continued from here ~ )))

((( @averymagicalanon )))

                                                   ~^~

The priest blessed them both, Dio slipping a ring onto Cecilia’s finger. “Thank you.” He whispered, just before the priest continued speaking.

“May the Lord in His goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with His blessings. What God has joined together, let no man put asunder.”

He blessed the rings, then turned his back to them. “-Oh! I almost forgot! You may kiss the bride..” The priest closed his book and smiled.

Dio pulled her to his strong chest, craning his head down to press his lips against hers. “My wife~” He purred softly, dipping her back.

                                                  ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

Cecilia was on cloud-nine, allowing herself to be ravished. Part of her felt somewhat embarrassed at Dio’s shameless theatrics, but it was a part of who he was –and she needed to accept that. Now that she was his wife, she would be devoted to him. At his beck and call at all times, ready to soothe whatever ailed him. Dio knew this as well, which was probably why he chose her to begin with. 

The ring around her finger was a symbol of that devotion. She had fought tooth and nail to prove herself to him –and now Dio had made her his. As her lips left Dio’s, Cecilia smiled. “My husband…” she whispered, like it was a secret between the two of them.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

Dio pulled her back up, his hand travelling up her thigh before he pulled it away. He wasn’t going to go too far, not yet anyway.

The servants cheered and clapped for them, a few in the back whistled loudly.

“So, my dear. What next..?” He was suggestive in every sense of the word, they had just been married and he was ready to rush right into a honeymoon. His smile was glued to his face, those pearly whites irresistible to the eyes.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

“Dio, please!” She chuckled, brushing away his hand. “So much for romance,” Cecilia commented with a subtle roll of her eyes. Always eager to get his rocks off, that man. 

If she was being honest, she was eager as well –but at least she had the restraint to keep her hands off him in front of other people. That, and she was feeling a bit nervous. Would it be different? Or just more of the same?

What if she wasn’t enough to sate his appetite?

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

That cheeky smile, that sly attitude. He was quite the snake, and could slide into whoever’s pants he pleased.

Even that of his wife.

Not that he didn’t before.

A deep chuckle rumbled from him, a playful growl slipping from his lips. He turned to his servants. “Wine on me at the mansion..!” He raised his hands, then wrapped an arm around his new wife. Dio pulled her to him gently. “My treat, of course~” He placed a kiss on her neck, then walked towards them all.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

His comments went straight to her head, lighting her face ablaze. “Please, behave!” Dio certainly knew how to rile a girl up! This little reception party couldn’t be over sooner. 

She stuck to his side, going wherever he was. His arm around her waist felt secure, like that’s exactly where it belonged. Dio spoke with many people she didn’t know, but she smiled politely nonetheless. It was nice being seen as ‘Dio’s wife’ –it made her feel revered and respected. Still, Cecilia couldn’t help but feel like she was just part of the decor. 

She saw an opening and, as much as she loved being near him, the new bride ducked away under his arm towards a group of guests to socialize –on her own. Dio wouldn’t mind, right? She was only a few feet away after all.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

Dio was busy speaking with Vanilla Ice, who seemed the most proud of him. They could act like drinking buddies. They were close, odd enough. Dio chuckled at something Ice said, his eyes wandering. He didn’t even notice that his wife had slipped from him, until she caught his eye.

“Excuse me, Ice.” Dio brushed past the loyal servant, following her. “Cecilia, why are you leaving me so soon?” His voice was eerily unhappy in tone, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind. Dio pressed his body against her back, he had whispered into her ear.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

The pair of arms around her waist made her jump – nearly causing her to drop the flute of champagne she’d been holding. “I-I just thought–” she stammered. “I didn’t think you’d miss me so soon. You seemed very busy, so I thought I’d leave you to it.”

Dio’s voice never failed to make her shiver, but now, with his chest pressed into her back, there was no escaping the tremors as he spoke. Her hand landed on the ones clasped on her stomach, rubbing soothing circles into his skin. “I can–stay by your side, if you want?” 

Anything to make him happy. 

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

Good, very good.

Dio hummed to her lightly. “Yes, please. I could never let such a fine lady like yourself to leave my side..” His hands made their way down her sides, to her hips. “I can be busy, but never too busy for you.” He then lowered his voice. “My love..~” Dio slowly strung out the words, directly next to her ear once more. 

He loved how easily she could obey.

She never failed him, and that is what he enjoyed so much about her.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

His touch burned like fire, pushing her entire body into a blazing inferno. He could no doubt feel the effect he had on her –heat coming off Cecilia’s form in waves. Dio was doing this on purpose –she just knew it! It was no secret he delighted in making her squirm, Cecilia just didn’t think he’d do this here and now. 

“Of course, anything you want,” she whispered. “I’m yours.”

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

“Then shall we head home?” He wanted her, to take her then. He wouldn’t hesitate to bend her over there. But not in public, at least not here. “My sweet, sweet bride..” He mumbled compliments into the crook of her neck, small warm kisses being planted on her flesh.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

His lips felt like madness against her skin. She couldn’t say ‘no’ to him --not even if she tried. Cecilia nodded, unable to utter a single word without stumbling over them. He was breaking her down piece by piece, and she allowed it to happen, perfectly content with bending to his will. “Take me home,” she whispered.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

A dark shadow appears in the corner of his room, eight eyes glaring at Him, before it shifts into two eyes, and steps out of the shadow. You can see a few features, it had a red hat and orange glasses, a piercing red gaze. It spoke clearly, "You're getting married, Hm? It would be a shame for her to be hunted, killed before your very eyes, a sight to see you break into pieces as everything was taken away." The figure blended into the shadows with a cackle and dissappeared.

                                                 ~^~

“She has nothing to do with this.” He had a key in his pocket, he was prepared for this. Dio wouldn’t hesitate to hide his prize, at any cost.

“…” He watched the figure disappear, his eyes shifting throughout the room.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

“Dio?” Cecilia questioned, hiding in his embrace --a nervous fist clenched against his chest. “Who was that?” 

Was she in danger? No, of course not. Dio would keep her safe, always. And if the worst should happen --she would lay down her life for him. 

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

((( Continued from here ~ )))

((( @averymagicalanon )))

                                                   ~^~

The priest blessed them both, Dio slipping a ring onto Cecilia’s finger. “Thank you.” He whispered, just before the priest continued speaking.

“May the Lord in His goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with His blessings. What God has joined together, let no man put asunder.”

He blessed the rings, then turned his back to them. “-Oh! I almost forgot! You may kiss the bride..” The priest closed his book and smiled.

Dio pulled her to his strong chest, craning his head down to press his lips against hers. “My wife~” He purred softly, dipping her back.

                                                  ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

Cecilia was on cloud-nine, allowing herself to be ravished. Part of her felt somewhat embarrassed at Dio’s shameless theatrics, but it was a part of who he was –and she needed to accept that. Now that she was his wife, she would be devoted to him. At his beck and call at all times, ready to soothe whatever ailed him. Dio knew this as well, which was probably why he chose her to begin with. 

The ring around her finger was a symbol of that devotion. She had fought tooth and nail to prove herself to him –and now Dio had made her his. As her lips left Dio’s, Cecilia smiled. “My husband…” she whispered, like it was a secret between the two of them.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

Dio pulled her back up, his hand travelling up her thigh before he pulled it away. He wasn’t going to go too far, not yet anyway.

The servants cheered and clapped for them, a few in the back whistled loudly.

“So, my dear. What next..?” He was suggestive in every sense of the word, they had just been married and he was ready to rush right into a honeymoon. His smile was glued to his face, those pearly whites irresistible to the eyes.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

“Dio, please!” She chuckled, brushing away his hand. “So much for romance,” Cecilia commented with a subtle roll of her eyes. Always eager to get his rocks off, that man. 

If she was being honest, she was eager as well –but at least she had the restraint to keep her hands off him in front of other people. That, and she was feeling a bit nervous. Would it be different? Or just more of the same?

What if she wasn’t enough to sate his appetite?

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

That cheeky smile, that sly attitude. He was quite the snake, and could slide into whoever’s pants he pleased.

Even that of his wife.

Not that he didn’t before.

A deep chuckle rumbled from him, a playful growl slipping from his lips. He turned to his servants. “Wine on me at the mansion..!” He raised his hands, then wrapped an arm around his new wife. Dio pulled her to him gently. “My treat, of course~” He placed a kiss on her neck, then walked towards them all.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

His comments went straight to her head, lighting her face ablaze. “Please, behave!” Dio certainly knew how to rile a girl up! This little reception party couldn’t be over sooner. 

She stuck to his side, going wherever he was. His arm around her waist felt secure, like that’s exactly where it belonged. Dio spoke with many people she didn’t know, but she smiled politely nonetheless. It was nice being seen as ‘Dio’s wife’ –it made her feel revered and respected. Still, Cecilia couldn’t help but feel like she was just part of the decor. 

She saw an opening and, as much as she loved being near him, the new bride ducked away under his arm towards a group of guests to socialize –on her own. Dio wouldn’t mind, right? She was only a few feet away after all.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

Dio was busy speaking with Vanilla Ice, who seemed the most proud of him. They could act like drinking buddies. They were close, odd enough. Dio chuckled at something Ice said, his eyes wandering. He didn’t even notice that his wife had slipped from him, until she caught his eye.

“Excuse me, Ice.” Dio brushed past the loyal servant, following her. “Cecilia, why are you leaving me so soon?” His voice was eerily unhappy in tone, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind. Dio pressed his body against her back, he had whispered into her ear.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

The pair of arms around her waist made her jump – nearly causing her to drop the flute of champagne she’d been holding. “I-I just thought–” she stammered. “I didn’t think you’d miss me so soon. You seemed very busy, so I thought I’d leave you to it.”

Dio’s voice never failed to make her shiver, but now, with his chest pressed into her back, there was no escaping the tremors as he spoke. Her hand landed on the ones clasped on her stomach, rubbing soothing circles into his skin. “I can–stay by your side, if you want?” 

Anything to make him happy. 

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

Good, very good.

Dio hummed to her lightly. “Yes, please. I could never let such a fine lady like yourself to leave my side..” His hands made their way down her sides, to her hips. “I can be busy, but never too busy for you.” He then lowered his voice. “My love..~” Dio slowly strung out the words, directly next to her ear once more. 

He loved how easily she could obey.

She never failed him, and that is what he enjoyed so much about her.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

His touch burned like fire, pushing her entire body into a blazing inferno. He could no doubt feel the effect he had on her --heat coming off Cecilia’s form in waves. Dio was doing this on purpose --she just knew it! It was no secret he delighted in making her squirm, Cecilia just didn’t think he’d do this here and now. 

“Of course, anything you want,” she whispered. “I’m yours.”

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

((( Continued from here ~ )))

((( @averymagicalanon )))

                                                   ~^~

The priest blessed them both, Dio slipping a ring onto Cecilia’s finger. “Thank you.” He whispered, just before the priest continued speaking.

“May the Lord in His goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with His blessings. What God has joined together, let no man put asunder.”

He blessed the rings, then turned his back to them. “-Oh! I almost forgot! You may kiss the bride..” The priest closed his book and smiled.

Dio pulled her to his strong chest, craning his head down to press his lips against hers. “My wife~” He purred softly, dipping her back.

                                                  ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

Cecilia was on cloud-nine, allowing herself to be ravished. Part of her felt somewhat embarrassed at Dio’s shameless theatrics, but it was a part of who he was –and she needed to accept that. Now that she was his wife, she would be devoted to him. At his beck and call at all times, ready to soothe whatever ailed him. Dio knew this as well, which was probably why he chose her to begin with. 

The ring around her finger was a symbol of that devotion. She had fought tooth and nail to prove herself to him –and now Dio had made her his. As her lips left Dio’s, Cecilia smiled. “My husband…” she whispered, like it was a secret between the two of them.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

Dio pulled her back up, his hand travelling up her thigh before he pulled it away. He wasn’t going to go too far, not yet anyway.

The servants cheered and clapped for them, a few in the back whistled loudly.

“So, my dear. What next..?” He was suggestive in every sense of the word, they had just been married and he was ready to rush right into a honeymoon. His smile was glued to his face, those pearly whites irresistible to the eyes.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

“Dio, please!” She chuckled, brushing away his hand. “So much for romance,” Cecilia commented with a subtle roll of her eyes. Always eager to get his rocks off, that man. 

If she was being honest, she was eager as well –but at least she had the restraint to keep her hands off him in front of other people. That, and she was feeling a bit nervous. Would it be different? Or just more of the same?

What if she wasn’t enough to sate his appetite?

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

That cheeky smile, that sly attitude. He was quite the snake, and could slide into whoever’s pants he pleased.

Even that of his wife.

Not that he didn’t before.

A deep chuckle rumbled from him, a playful growl slipping from his lips. He turned to his servants. “Wine on me at the mansion..!” He raised his hands, then wrapped an arm around his new wife. Dio pulled her to him gently. “My treat, of course~” He placed a kiss on her neck, then walked towards them all.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

His comments went straight to her head, lighting her face ablaze. “Please, behave!” Dio certainly knew how to rile a girl up! This little reception party couldn’t be over sooner. 

She stuck to his side, going wherever he was. His arm around her waist felt secure, like that’s exactly where it belonged. Dio spoke with many people she didn’t know, but she smiled politely nonetheless. It was nice being seen as ‘Dio’s wife’ –it made her feel revered and respected. Still, Cecilia couldn’t help but feel like she was just part of the decor. 

She saw an opening and, as much as she loved being near him, the new bride ducked away under his arm towards a group of guests to socialize –on her own. Dio wouldn’t mind, right? She was only a few feet away after all.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

Dio was busy speaking with Vanilla Ice, who seemed the most proud of him. They could act like drinking buddies. They were close, odd enough. Dio chuckled at something Ice said, his eyes wandering. He didn’t even notice that his wife had slipped from him, until she caught his eye.

“Excuse me, Ice.” Dio brushed past the loyal servant, following her. “Cecilia, why are you leaving me so soon?” His voice was eerily unhappy in tone, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind. Dio pressed his body against her back, he had whispered into her ear.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

The pair of arms around her waist made her jump -- nearly causing her to drop the flute of champagne she’d been holding. “I-I just thought--” she stammered. “I didn’t think you’d miss me so soon. You seemed very busy, so I thought I’d leave you to it.”

Dio’s voice never failed to make her shiver, but now, with his chest pressed into her back, there was no escaping the tremors as he spoke. Her hand landed on the ones clasped on her stomach, rubbing soothing circles into his skin. “I can--stay by your side, if you want?” 

Anything to make him happy. 

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

((( Continued from here ~ )))

((( @averymagicalanon )))

                                                   ~^~

The priest blessed them both, Dio slipping a ring onto Cecilia’s finger. “Thank you.” He whispered, just before the priest continued speaking.

“May the Lord in His goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with His blessings. What God has joined together, let no man put asunder.”

He blessed the rings, then turned his back to them. “-Oh! I almost forgot! You may kiss the bride..” The priest closed his book and smiled.

Dio pulled her to his strong chest, craning his head down to press his lips against hers. “My wife~” He purred softly, dipping her back.

                                                  ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

Cecilia was on cloud-nine, allowing herself to be ravished. Part of her felt somewhat embarrassed at Dio’s shameless theatrics, but it was a part of who he was –and she needed to accept that. Now that she was his wife, she would be devoted to him. At his beck and call at all times, ready to soothe whatever ailed him. Dio knew this as well, which was probably why he chose her to begin with. 

The ring around her finger was a symbol of that devotion. She had fought tooth and nail to prove herself to him –and now Dio had made her his. As her lips left Dio’s, Cecilia smiled. “My husband…” she whispered, like it was a secret between the two of them.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

Dio pulled her back up, his hand travelling up her thigh before he pulled it away. He wasn’t going to go too far, not yet anyway.

The servants cheered and clapped for them, a few in the back whistled loudly.

“So, my dear. What next..?” He was suggestive in every sense of the word, they had just been married and he was ready to rush right into a honeymoon. His smile was glued to his face, those pearly whites irresistible to the eyes.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

“Dio, please!” She chuckled, brushing away his hand. “So much for romance,” Cecilia commented with a subtle roll of her eyes. Always eager to get his rocks off, that man. 

If she was being honest, she was eager as well –but at least she had the restraint to keep her hands off him in front of other people. That, and she was feeling a bit nervous. Would it be different? Or just more of the same?

What if she wasn’t enough to sate his appetite?

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                 ~^~

That cheeky smile, that sly attitude. He was quite the snake, and could slide into whoever’s pants he pleased.

Even that of his wife.

Not that he didn’t before.

A deep chuckle rumbled from him, a playful growl slipping from his lips. He turned to his servants. “Wine on me at the mansion..!” He raised his hands, then wrapped an arm around his new wife. Dio pulled her to him gently. “My treat, of course~” He placed a kiss on her neck, then walked towards them all.

                                                 ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

His comments went straight to her head, lighting her face ablaze. “Please, behave!” Dio certainly knew how to rile a girl up! This little reception party couldn’t be over sooner. 

She stuck to his side, going wherever he was. His arm around her waist felt secure, like that’s exactly where it belonged. Dio spoke with many people she didn’t know, but she smiled politely nonetheless. It was nice being seen as ‘Dio’s wife’ --it made her feel revered and respected. Still, Cecilia couldn’t help but feel like she was just part of the decor. 

She saw an opening and, as much as she loved being near him, the new bride ducked away under his arm towards a group of guests to socialize --on her own. Dio wouldn’t mind, right? She was only a few feet away after all.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

((( Continued from here ~ )))

((( @averymagicalanon )))

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The priest blessed them both, Dio slipping a ring onto Cecilia’s finger. “Thank you.” He whispered, just before the priest continued speaking.

“May the Lord in His goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with His blessings. What God has joined together, let no man put asunder.”

He blessed the rings, then turned his back to them. “-Oh! I almost forgot! You may kiss the bride..” The priest closed his book and smiled.

Dio pulled her to his strong chest, craning his head down to press his lips against hers. “My wife~” He purred softly, dipping her back.

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[averymagicalanon]

Cecilia was on cloud-nine, allowing herself to be ravished. Part of her felt somewhat embarrassed at Dio’s shameless theatrics, but it was a part of who he was –and she needed to accept that. Now that she was his wife, she would be devoted to him. At his beck and call at all times, ready to soothe whatever ailed him. Dio knew this as well, which was probably why he chose her to begin with. 

The ring around her finger was a symbol of that devotion. She had fought tooth and nail to prove herself to him –and now Dio had made her his. As her lips left Dio’s, Cecilia smiled. “My husband…” she whispered, like it was a secret between the two of them.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

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Dio pulled her back up, his hand travelling up her thigh before he pulled it away. He wasn’t going to go too far, not yet anyway.

The servants cheered and clapped for them, a few in the back whistled loudly.

“So, my dear. What next..?” He was suggestive in every sense of the word, they had just been married and he was ready to rush right into a honeymoon. His smile was glued to his face, those pearly whites irresistible to the eyes.

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[averymagicalanon]

“Dio, please!” She chuckled, brushing away his hand. “So much for romance,” Cecilia commented with a subtle roll of her eyes. Always eager to get his rocks off, that man. 

If she was being honest, she was eager as well --but at least she had the restraint to keep her hands off him in front of other people. That, and she was feeling a bit nervous. Would it be different? Or just more of the same?

What if she wasn’t enough to sate his appetite?

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

((( Continued from here ~ )))

((( @averymagicalanon )))

                                                   ~^~

The priest blessed them both, Dio slipping a ring onto Cecilia’s finger. “Thank you.” He whispered, just before the priest continued speaking.

“May the Lord in His goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with His blessings. What God has joined together, let no man put asunder.”

He blessed the rings, then turned his back to them. “-Oh! I almost forgot! You may kiss the bride..” The priest closed his book and smiled.

Dio pulled her to his strong chest, craning his head down to press his lips against hers. “My wife~” He purred softly, dipping her back.

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[averymagicalanon]

Cecilia was on cloud-nine, allowing herself to be ravished. Part of her felt somewhat embarrassed at Dio’s shameless theatrics, but it was a part of who he was --and she needed to accept that. Now that she was his wife, she would be devoted to him. At his beck and call at all times, ready to soothe whatever ailed him. Dio knew this as well, which was probably why he chose her to begin with. 

The ring around her finger was a symbol of that devotion. She had fought tooth and nail to prove herself to him --and now Dio had made her his. As her lips left Dio’s, Cecilia smiled. “My husband…” she whispered, like it was a secret between the two of them.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

~M!A~  ~Wedding Bells Event~

((( As you all probably not know, I have reached past 180 followers. So as thanks, I have done an M!A-ish event that isn’t only interact-able through the bride. BUT BY ALL OF YOU! As you all will be VIEWING the relationship, the identity of the bride will be kept a little surprise until it gets reblogged by them. 

This event will go on for quite a while, until both me and the other mun decide. But I shall keep you all up to date )))

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The vampire was getting ready in one of the rooms, he wasn’t a fan of churches. But how else was he going to be wed by his beautiful bride? He hummed as he styled his hair to utter perfection, straightening his tie afterwards. 

Dio being Dio, his outfit was grand. He had a somewhat Victorian-like suit on, frills on the sleeves. His hair had small golden glittery spots on it, not on purpose however. He had spilled some on himself earlier. He was beyond confident, even though he had never been bounded by marriage before. This was new to him, he wanted to look his best nonetheless.

His hair was kept up slightly with a white-hearted headband, similar to the one he usually wore. His nails were neatly filed and pointed, painted to a white with gold flecks.

Dio stood up from his chair, heading to the door to leave the room. Once he stepped out, white assaulted his eyes. It was everywhere, and his bride was waiting for him.

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[averymagicalanon]

Dio. Her world –her everything. The girl lifted her pristine white veil, staring at her reflection in the mirror. This was really happening, wasn’t it? Her make-up was flawless, hair swirling with soft curls. Just a few moments from now, she was to be wed to, well, a man she had always viewed as nothing short of godlike. 

The frantic beating of her heart would not be soothed by the many servants assuring her that everything was going according to plan. The anticipation of the ceremony, the kiss –the consummation. She blushed, bringing a bashful hand to her lips. It was truly a blessing to have Dio all to herself. 

“My lady?” one of the servants called, opening the large doors to the chapel. “You have to get in place, Lord Dio will be walking down the aisle soon.”

She nodded, lowering the veil once more to conceal her face. While she had no family to walk her to the altar, she didn’t care –who needed them when she had Dio? She walked, alone, head held high with pride, until she came to stop in front of the priest. Now all that remained was her husband to be.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

((( *JAZZ HANDS* MUN OF @ask-justanordinarykiller WITH ANOTHER MUSE )))

((( thaNk YoU fOr HelPinG mE )))

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The vampire, soon to be husband looked around. His almost lemon-colored eyes fell upon the girl, a smile forming on his face. Dio slowly walked up to her, servants surrounding him for a short time to spruce him up quickly. Dio was normally stunning as usual.

“Are you ready, my darling..?” His soft voice ushered to her, his hands grasping onto her own. Dio looked down at her, she looked so small compared to his towering height and massive body. He was so gentle with her, as if he could crush her just from a poke.

The church was decorated magnificently, white curtains draped and blew in the soft wind from the windows. The moonlight shone from the dyed glass, painting them both in a white glow.

He himself had no family around, mostly his servants. They were as happy as they could be for him. All of them honored to see him be wed.

                                                    ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

((I literally birthed a side blog for you, I hope you’re happy lol, that one anon was half right! Happy to help, my good bitch. This goes without saying but other RPs are on hold for a moment during this event.))

The sound of the doors opening made her heart go wild. She peered through the semi-transparent fabric at the man approaching the altar. Her grip on the bouquet of lilies and roses tightened –the nerves finally kicking in. He looked fantastic. How had she ever managed to convince him to love her back? 

Her small hands nearly disappeared in his. “Yes, my love,” she answered, offering a small nod. Dio was never as gentle as with her –even now he touched her like she was made of glass. Sure, he could be rough at times –but his softer side was reserved only for her, and that made her heart sing.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

                                                  ~^~

He planted a soft kiss on her forehead, his lips pressing against her skin for a short amount of time. Dio nodded to the priest, who began to speak.

After a minute or two, he reached the most important words of all. The priest turned to Dio.  “Do you take Cecilia as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” The priest called, the servants sitting in place.

Dio huffed. “I do.” He turned to her, a ring in his other hand. He held it up between his fingers. Multiple roses embedded into the gold.

“I take this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit.”  He spoke off by heart, his vows had been practiced for sure.

There was another ring, which was identical for her.

The priest turned to Cecilia, repeating his words.

“Do you take Dio as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?”

Dio waited patiently, his eyes staring expectantly.

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[averymagicalanon]

The girl thought that all powers of speech would leave her, that her vows would dry up on her tongue --but before that could happen the words began to flow. ‘I do.” She repeated Dio’s mantra, and finished with a few of her own:

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, thank you for having me.”

Her trembling hands steadied as she slid the golden ring around his fingers. This was it --the first day of the rest of her life, with Dio. Cecilia let out a quivering sigh, feeling relieved and excited all at once. 

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

~M!A~  ~Wedding Bells Event~

((( As you all probably not know, I have reached past 180 followers. So as thanks, I have done an M!A-ish event that isn’t only interact-able through the bride. BUT BY ALL OF YOU! As you all will be VIEWING the relationship, the identity of the bride will be kept a little surprise until it gets reblogged by them. 

This event will go on for quite a while, until both me and the other mun decide. But I shall keep you all up to date )))

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                                                     ~^~

The vampire was getting ready in one of the rooms, he wasn’t a fan of churches. But how else was he going to be wed by his beautiful bride? He hummed as he styled his hair to utter perfection, straightening his tie afterwards. 

Dio being Dio, his outfit was grand. He had a somewhat Victorian-like suit on, frills on the sleeves. His hair had small golden glittery spots on it, not on purpose however. He had spilled some on himself earlier. He was beyond confident, even though he had never been bounded by marriage before. This was new to him, he wanted to look his best nonetheless.

His hair was kept up slightly with a white-hearted headband, similar to the one he usually wore. His nails were neatly filed and pointed, painted to a white with gold flecks.

Dio stood up from his chair, heading to the door to leave the room. Once he stepped out, white assaulted his eyes. It was everywhere, and his bride was waiting for him.

                                                     ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

Dio. Her world –her everything. The girl lifted her pristine white veil, staring at her reflection in the mirror. This was really happening, wasn’t it? Her make-up was flawless, hair swirling with soft curls. Just a few moments from now, she was to be wed to, well, a man she had always viewed as nothing short of godlike. 

The frantic beating of her heart would not be soothed by the many servants assuring her that everything was going according to plan. The anticipation of the ceremony, the kiss –the consummation. She blushed, bringing a bashful hand to her lips. It was truly a blessing to have Dio all to herself. 

“My lady?” one of the servants called, opening the large doors to the chapel. “You have to get in place, Lord Dio will be walking down the aisle soon.”

She nodded, lowering the veil once more to conceal her face. While she had no family to walk her to the altar, she didn’t care –who needed them when she had Dio? She walked, alone, head held high with pride, until she came to stop in front of the priest. Now all that remained was her husband to be.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

((( *JAZZ HANDS* MUN OF @ask-justanordinarykiller WITH ANOTHER MUSE )))

((( thaNk YoU fOr HelPinG mE )))

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                                                    ~^~

The vampire, soon to be husband looked around. His almost lemon-colored eyes fell upon the girl, a smile forming on his face. Dio slowly walked up to her, servants surrounding him for a short time to spruce him up quickly. Dio was normally stunning as usual.

“Are you ready, my darling..?” His soft voice ushered to her, his hands grasping onto her own. Dio looked down at her, she looked so small compared to his towering height and massive body. He was so gentle with her, as if he could crush her just from a poke.

The church was decorated magnificently, white curtains draped and blew in the soft wind from the windows. The moonlight shone from the dyed glass, painting them both in a white glow.

He himself had no family around, mostly his servants. They were as happy as they could be for him. All of them honored to see him be wed.

                                                    ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

((I literally birthed a side blog for you, I hope you’re happy lol, that one anon was half right! Happy to help, my good bitch. This goes without saying but other RPs are on hold for a moment during this event.))

The sound of the doors opening made her heart go wild. She peered through the semi-transparent fabric at the man approaching the altar. Her grip on the bouquet of lilies and roses tightened --the nerves finally kicking in. He looked fantastic. How had she ever managed to convince him to love her back? 

Her small hands nearly disappeared in his. “Yes, my love,” she answered, offering a small nod. Dio was never as gentle as with her --even now he touched her like she was made of glass. Sure, he could be rough at times --but his softer side was reserved only for her, and that made her heart sing.

[askdiogoblinboots-blog]

~M!A~  ~Wedding Bells Event~

((( As you all probably not know, I have reached past 180 followers. So as thanks, I have done an M!A-ish event that isn’t only interact-able through the bride. BUT BY ALL OF YOU! As you all will be VIEWING the relationship, the identity of the bride will be kept a little surprise until it gets reblogged by them. 

This event will go on for quite a while, until both me and the other mun decide. But I shall keep you all up to date )))

-

-

                                                     ~^~

The vampire was getting ready in one of the rooms, he wasn’t a fan of churches. But how else was he going to be wed by his beautiful bride? He hummed as he styled his hair to utter perfection, straightening his tie afterwards. 

Dio being Dio, his outfit was grand. He had a somewhat Victorian-like suit on, frills on the sleeves. His hair had small golden glittery spots on it, not on purpose however. He had spilled some on himself earlier. He was beyond confident, even though he had never been bounded by marriage before. This was new to him, he wanted to look his best nonetheless.

His hair was kept up slightly with a white-hearted headband, similar to the one he usually wore. His nails were neatly filed and pointed, painted to a white with gold flecks.

Dio stood up from his chair, heading to the door to leave the room. Once he stepped out, white assaulted his eyes. It was everywhere, and his bride was waiting for him.

                                                     ~^~

[averymagicalanon]

Dio. Her world --her everything. The girl lifted her pristine white veil, staring at her reflection in the mirror. This was really happening, wasn’t it? Her make-up was flawless, hair swirling with soft curls. Just a few moments from now, she was to be wed to, well, a man she had always viewed as nothing short of godlike. 

The frantic beating of her heart would not be soothed by the many servants assuring her that everything was going according to plan. The anticipation of the ceremony, the kiss --the consummation. She blushed, bringing a bashful hand to her lips. It was truly a blessing to have Dio all to herself. 

“My lady?” one of the servants called, opening the large doors to the chapel. “You have to get in place, Lord Dio will be walking down the aisle soon.”

She nodded, lowering the veil once more to conceal her face. While she had no family to walk her to the altar, she didn’t care --who needed them when she had Dio? She walked, alone, head held high with pride, until she came to stop in front of the priest. Now all that remained was her husband to be.