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Starting with Amon, the first son! The God of war and keeper of the eternal flame!
His sword, Annihilation, is a cursed weapon with an insatiable thirst for blood! Very few can lift her!
Amon is canonically Autistic and loves running in his dragon form.
Anemo
The second son, God of freedom and keeper of the north wind Anemo!
He and Amon are actually twins, but Amon's egg hatched a month earlier while Anemo's hatched a month later than it should.
Anemo struggles with emotions and can be pretty monotone. He floats 100% of the time
Autumn
The middle son! Autumn! God of love, inspiration and Harvest!
He tends to be a bit more reserved and only allows children into his temple and hopes to have children of his own someday.
He loves tending to his garden and is extremely responsible and reliable.
Amore
Amore, the youngest! God of love, music and Patron of pleasure!
His followers often hold orgies in his name and I'm not even kidding.
He isn't related to the other 3 by blood, their mother adopted Amore as he was a stillborn and his mother begged the goddess to save his life.
Some fun facts about the siblings!
Amon's body is covered in scars from head to toe, as well for the draconic runes that seal the eternal flame on his soul.
Anemo NEVER touches the ground ever since he learned how to float, touching grass is beneath him (XD)
Autumn can be extremely conservative when it comes to sex, believing you must choose one mate for life and often looking down on people who have multiple (Specially Amore)
Amore has a hunger for knowledge like no other, even going as far as dwelling with chaos magic, which is forbidden
Well then. After a month of seeing some peeps I know draw some Swad/Swan art. I finally gave in to make a Reader x Swad drabble. It has two parts, due to it split in two ideas. But both can basically be combined as one.
You had no idea how it came to be, that you were in this situation. You were told by so many within Nightmare's gang to be careful in the Nexus. The place of meeting where different Multiverses collided. It was true neutral ground. Different versions of the boys you came to love dearly, all gathered in one place, each one different from the last.
When you saw a shorter Horror, that had threw you off.
But now?
You sucked in a breath, when the heat coming off of the skeleton that was pretty much keeping you pinned to the wall, in a more secluded place within the bar you decided to go into. Your eyes were wide, staring up into the mismatched eyelights of someone you had NO idea would even be possible. "Well, Well~ What is a lovely darling such as yourself, doing in such a loud, grease trap like this place? Hmm?"
A shiver went down your spine, breath hitching, as the knuckle of his index finger slowly traced along your jawline. The yellow and orange eyelight, they were vastly different from the pair of eyes you recalled Dream having. And shocking enough, this was Dream. Yet he was taller, more of having a swimmer build, if he had it. The fanciful coat he wore, and the pair of wings tucked behind him. Well, at the moment, they were spread out to hide what he was doing to you.
Which was pressing one of his knees up between your legs, keeping you pinned to the wall, as you felt your pulse race slightly. Breath hitching, as your eyes remained wide. Swad. That was the name he gave you. He was the equivliant to Nightmare eating the apples of negativity. Except….this was Dream consuming the apples of positivity.
You had no idea how this was happening. How fast it was suddenly becoming, when Swad slowly lowered his skull down more. His mouth moving to the upper rim of your earlobe, making you suck in a breath and shiver harder as he whispered in a deep voice. "Now, now. You don't have to be so scared, little lamb. I do not wish you pain, oh no, that is not what I wish to give. Just….a little bit of pleasure~" After saying that, you let out a soft sound, when his teeth soon nipped at the top of your ear.
Before you realized what was happening, the knee that was pushed up between your legs, pushed up higher. Giving a slight grind, making you unable to hold in the soft, breathy sound of delight. Swad gave a low chuckle, before his other hand shifted to your hip, the hand that had been slowly stroking at your jaw moved down to curl his long fingers around your throat.
"Yes. Such a good lamb you are. You wish to have this? To experience my grace, yes?"
"…….y-y-yes." Your voice was a near whisper.
Yet it was as if you yelled it, as his sockets widened before the light in them flashed. His smile changing into a wide, almost madding grin. A low, deep chuckle escaped him, as he moved his mouth to hover in front of your own. "Such a good, little lamb. A very beautiful, pretty little lamb." In seconds, his mouth was on yours.
You felt a rush, your head reeling at the kiss that was suddenly thrust upon you. Within seconds, you realize, that you were no longer in the same place anymore. Instead, you felt your body fall upon a bed. The whole time, Swad's mouth never left yours. Practically devouring you, as his tongue that felt like it was super heated, tangled and fought with yours.
As you slowly fell into the building arousal, you dimly recall about your boys.
But in the end, you didn't care….as you gave into the temptation that this angelic skeleton was giving you.
"Now, now, my little Lamb. I know you are happy to see me, but you must have patience."
The voice of the winged skeleton brought shivers down your spine. Your arms folded together, and tied behind your back. No clothes were on your body, completey nude, as you were kneeling over where the male in question was sitting underneath you. You sucked in a breath, shuddering, trembling at the feeling of his phalanges slowly sliding up along your bare hips. Moving up towards the back, at your ass cheeks, before squeezing softly.
Soft, whispered praises came from the skeleton, as Swad stared up with a wide grin upon his face. His cheekbones flushed a soft yellow-orange shade at your nude form. Secured within your mouth was a gag. Both minded and muted, yet not deafen, as Swad wanted you to hear every little thing. Of course, he also wanted to make sure, that you felt his arousal pressed up against your backside. His cock throbbing, as it slowly slid in between your ass cheeks he was pulling apart.
Your muffled whimpers continued to escape, as Swad let out a soft hum, his sockets growing into a hooded stare as he laid there. His own form slightly naked. His coat wide open, to show the glow of his chest and abs. He was sadden that you couldn't see the scars he was proud of, that were placed underneath where his pecs were located. His wings spread out more, letting the tips of his wings to slowly brush against your shoulder, neck and back. Making you twitch, sucking in a quick breath through your nose, while you trembled even more.
"There we go. Such a good, Little Lamb. Now then, do you wish to finally feel me deep inside of you? To have my thick, hard shaft stretch you wide, and fill you with my burning seed?"
Your head was nodding quickly, whimpering moans muffled, as your chest rose and fell. Swad grinned even more, a purring chuckle scaping him as he carefully rose you up. And ever so slowly, he pulled you down. Watching as you twitched, muffled cries escaping your bound mouth, as his cock began to fill you up. Stretching you wide. His shaft had already been prepped, slicked with your arousal, before finally pushing inside of your tight entrance.
And yet, he didn't wait for you to get use to him. Swad continued to pull you down, even as your head thrashed side to side, crying out, muffled and twitching, as he let out a darker chuckle. "There we go. You can take it, just like that. I know you can. Look at you. Look at how my little Lamb is able to stretch so nicely, to eat me up so well. Such a good Lamb you are." He cooed out, as finally you were impaled fully. Only then, did he let you sit, let you get use to his thick cock stretching you out.
It lasted only for a minute, before suddenly he pulled you up and slammed you back down. Swad's face never changed, a dark grin on his face, his sockets hooded, watching with pure delight as your muffled cries echoed out even more. His wings used to keep you straight up, so you didn't fall back while kneeling. His hands gripping at your waist, as he forcefully made you bounce over and over on his cock. Drool leaking around the rubber gag in your mouth, as his breathing only barely picked up, before he let out a little coo, when without warning he felt you tightening around him. Your orgasm hitting hard, as he pulled you down to slowly rock you side to side while full impaled on his dick.
"It's okay. It's alright. Don't worry, little Lamb. I ain't done with you yet. I'll make sure you won't be able to think of nothing but the pleasure I will bring you. And after this, you won't think of wanting anyone else, but me and me alone."
The sound of rain falling echoed out within the massive, master bedroom. The window wide open, to show the stormy clouds that dotted the night sky, as the crescent moon shined even as the water fell from the dark clouds.
You were dead asleep, fully nude, and wrapped up within a number of silk blankets upon the skeleton's massive bed.
As for Swad, he stared out with his clothes fully latched back on his body, with his wings folded behind him. With his arms crossed against his chest, his smile was set within a neutral line, as his hooded sockets stared out at the sky.
"You know, it is quiet beneath you, brother dear, to slink like a rat within the shadows like that."
Swad's voice was low, and soft, with slight amusement as he turned his mix-matched eyelights behind him. A small drift of purple smoke came out from behind one of the pillars within the room, before soon a figure that was a head shorter than the feathered skeleton came out.
Deep, dark purple eyelights shined out of a tired looking face. Black circles marked under said sockets, while his clothing was like a military garb, yet a bit more casual. Dressed in silver and lighter purple than his eyelights. A silver crown rested upon his skull, as nestled between his teeth was a cigarette where the smoke drifted from.
Arms crossed against his chest as well, Swan would draw in a deep breath, letting out out before his tired gaze flicked over to your sleeping form.
"......You sure it's a smart idea, to steal something that doesn't belong to you?"
Swad scoff, pushing himself off from the open balcony door he leaned against, as he slowly made his way to his brother. "Oh please. My dear brother, as if you have such concerns in regard to your corrupted, tentacle alternate would try to attempt anything in return."
Swan just looked back to his brother, as the winged skeleton soon stopped directly in front of him. Swad made a bit of a face at the smoke, but soon grinned as he leaned forward when the darker clothed twin reached up to pull the cigarette out of his mouth.
Swad's face moved in close, almost having his mouth inches away from his twin. "Now....what really is the problem, my precious brother? There has to be a real reason for you being here."
For a good while, the two just stared at each other, as if they were about to kiss, before Swan's gaze flicked back to your form when you shifted. Making a soft noise, close to a groan as you rolled onto your back. The sheets pulling back, to show the numerous bite marks along your neck, shoulder, and even chest.
With a slow inhale, Swan suddenly blew out a small bit of smoke he had kept inside right into Swad's face. The feathered male hissed, backing away as he scowled at his twin.
Yet it was the tired smirk on Swan's face, that stilled the brightly dressed skeleton's tongue.
"Just make sure you don't break them too soon.....I like to have some fun as well...."
Blinking his sockets, Swad's face grew into a wide, demented grin as he gave a low chuckle that raised in volume. He made sure not to get too loud, as he waved a hand before moving to walk past Swan. "Ah! Yes! Of course....it's not to say I do not know how to share with my darling twin. You can have your fun with them. Just don't break them too much. I already made them quiet weak willed already, so you won't have to do too much, to our precious little lamb~"
With a deep chuckle, Swan raised his smoking stick up to his mouth again, as his eyelights flashed a bit as he moved his hand to the collar of his jacket. Already unbuttoning, as he slowly made his way to the bed where you slumbered unknowingly.
"Like you have to tell me so. I know how to hold back unlike you. Brother."
I once made a basic little drabble about Passive!Nightmare and Reaper meeting. It was WAY back and in a discord server. SO. Here's a semi-fluff/suggestive drabble for all of you PassiveReaper lovers out there.
Also, while one of the tags IS Dub-Con Groping, this is mainly because it's happening to P!Nightmare and it's a first for him so he's confused. But don't worry. Reaper knows when to stop when told 'stop'. 8D
TW: Angst, Fluff, Comfort, First Kiss, Dub-Con Groping
As a God of Death, Reaper had pretty much seen a lot of stuff in his long life. As old as he was, he's seen so many beg for mercy when he came to collect their souls. Sometimes, he felt just a tad jealous when his little brother was the one who collected the 'kind' deaths. And for Reaper? He took the more violent ones.
Then it came, when he sensed the birth of a new universe, that almost sprouted up just a few years after his own world flourished. As it was, he barely took stock in the Guardian of Creation, and his maniac babbles. But he was curious of the so called 'Tree of Emotions'. He heard how she was suppose to be a new God.
Which was funny, considering she was a God outside of his own universe.
Then he heard something that happened a few years after this Goddess came to be. She decided to create two children, two sons. A being of Positivity and Negativity. Two sides of the coin, when it came to the Tree of Emotions.
Curiosity got to Reaper, and before he realized it, he was hiding in the form of a raven as he appeared within that world.
He was surprised to find, that the Goddess decided to use the form of the being known as Underswap Sans, as the appearance of her children.
Reaper watched, as he saw how the two young skeletal boys interacted with the budding village that was formed at the base of the hill the Tree of Emotions dwelled.
Dream, was certainly a bright one, and certainly was his coined side of positivity. Everything about him was bright and sunny. Always smiling, always trying to make anyone that came to the tree happy. The small gifts given, were something he accepted without another word.
Yet for his twin brother, Nightmare, that is where the difference seem to be....vastly different. While Nightmare did have a smile, it was softer, almost subdued. As Dream was always talkative, Nightmare was quiet and rarely spoke up. Reaper narrowed his eyes, through his raven form, when none of the villagers would out right go to him to talk to. Or give gifts. It was only the older ones, the ones near their end, that came to give Nightmare gifts. Mostly, it was books.
Reaper felt the Tree's presence noticing him, and with that, decided to take off. It was rare for another God to be able to handle his touch, even in his hidden form, but it was clear that this 'Nim' was born to be able to handle the God of Death.
He didn't know how long it took until he returned again, but when he did, the twins were older. If he had to say, when he first saw them long ago, they looked to be teens. Now? They looked to be close to having to leave their stripes, as Monster's stated.
Reaper's feathered body flapped as he circled around, before once more landing on a branch on the black apple side of Nim's tree. The village clearly grew, got larger, and there was now the sight of a castle off in the distance.
It took a while, but he soon noticed one of the supposed twins, sitting at the base of the massive tree.
It was Nightmare.
Reaper tilted his head to the side, staring down as the young male was turning a page in a book that sat within his lap. Sitting cross legged, the expression on his face was neutral. Completely blank. The crown on his skull, easily sat snugly on his head, while the clothes he wore, wasn't as fancy as his twins.
The sound of laughter came to both of them, and both looked up. A few feet down from the hill, there was Dream. He was grinning brightly, as he played with the youth that wanted to see him. Reaper watched, as a smile full of longing came to Nightmare's face. Dream, having turned to look over at the tree, gave a wider smile as he waved at his twin.
Reaper's eyes narrowed, when the youth playing with Dream, all sneered at Nightmare. Apparently they were bold to do that, as they stood behind the brightly dressed skeleton. Nightmare's smile dimmed a bit, but not too much, as he soon looked back down to his book. Reaper noticed his brother frown, but when some of the youth began to pull at Dream, he forgot about it and followed them along. The God of Death felt his magic stir angrily, at how some villagers that were nearby, would glare at where Nightmare sat, reading his book.
He couldn't take it anymore, and had to leave, quickly flying away and back into his own world.
Reaper didn't know how long he had been away this time, but even as he entered the Tree of Emotion's world, he can tell it had been a very long time.
The sky was a bit cloudy, showing that it was going to rain soon, the village looked to be growing nicely. Now it was massive, far stretched. A path made, up to the Tree of Emotions.
Back in his raven disguise, Reaper couldn't find any of the brothers around the tree. He was able to sense where Dream was, from the utter positivity that came off of him. He was clearly deep in the village.
But as for Nightmare....AH!
Reaper almost turned back, when the branch he landed on, was one where Nightmare was at. Though in truth, it looked like he was hiding. It was clear, that Nightmare was now a young adult. Older than before, if the sight of how tired he looked. The rim of his sockets were coated in a purple liquid, tears falling down his face, as he pulled his legs up to hide his face in his arms. There were dark circles under his sockets, while his eyelights, the usual beautiful plum hue, was faded and fuzzy.
Nightmare didn't even notice Reaper's raven form, as he decided to hop a few inches closer. Once near his feet, did he let out a soft caw. Nightmare jerked back, gasping as he looked around him. Luckily, the branch Reaper had been using for some time, was a thick one. So the young skeleton didn't fall out of the tree.
Nightmare's gaze snapped down, as Reaper let out another caw. Frowning, he let out a long breath as he let his head fall back to the tree with a thud.
"Of all the.....scared by a simple bird....heh....."
Nightmare gave a smile that was full of self-disgust. At himself, for being spooked by just a raven. Reaper didn't know why, but a weird...itch...started to form within his magic. He didn't like the look on this young one's face. Didn't like how tired and defeated he seemed, as he sat there with his arms braced over his bent knees.
"......ya look like your troubled. What's wrong?"
Nightmare jerked, sockets widening at the sound of a deep, male voice. The sound of it had brought a shiver down Nightmare's spine, and he had no idea why that happened, even as he looked around. "W-What? Whose there?!"
A rumbling chuckle came, before the young skeleton watched with widening sockets as the raven that sat on the branch in front of him suddenly changed. It was slow, like mist and smoke escaping the bird, before sitting there leaning forward. Dressed in his black hooded cape, the hood up high on his skull, he tilted his skull to the side to show the empty socketed smile to Nightmare.
Black, feathered wings slowly spread out behind him, and Nightmare was unable to look away.
As dangerous and confusing as this skeleton appeared, a simple word came to him. Handsome.
Nightmare's face flushed a soft purple at that, but shook it off as the unknown male spoke. "That was me. Sorry about that. I tend to forget not everyone can sense me. Heh."
The young male frowned at the other, looking him up and down, but slowly spoke. "Your.....the Grim Reaper, aren't you?" Reaper looked surprised, but gave a soft clap to Nightmare at that. "Hey! Not bad! Yeah. That's me. Or well, more of the God of Death. One of them. The name is Reaper, nice to meet ya."
Shifting slightly, he soon held his hand out towards the young adult, the other's purple eyelights staring down at the hand before back up to Reaper's smiling face. Nightmare knew he shouldn't. Knew he shouldn't even touch the supposed God of Death after what he heard.
Yet there was a weird...itch...the urge to shake his hand.
With that in mind, he slowly reached out, placing his slightly smaller hand within Reaper's as he gave a hesitant, shy smile back. "Nightmare....it's a pleasure to meet you, Reaper."
Reaper's lazy smile grew, looking a bit more happy. Weirdly. That itch he felt, returned, but it brought a strange joy at seeing Nightmare smile.
On and off, the two would meet. On and off, the two would talk. And on and off, the two began to get closer.
Reaper learned more than he thought, after that official first meeting with him and Nightmare. Apparently, Nightmare was the official Guardian of Negativity, and his twin brother, Guardian of Positivity.
Made sense to the Death God. Nightmare and Dream, were suppose to be the official watchers of the Apples of Emotion, to watch out for their mother and her bounty.
Yet Reaper would listen, at how Nightmare would dip in his smile, at mentioning his brother and the village. How the villagers loved his brother more than him.
After the fourth meeting, Reaper scoffed and admitted that Nightmare was a much better person to talk to than his brother. The God of Death felt himself proud, when it brought a shy smile and blush to Nightmare's face.
The more they met, the more that Reaper also learned, that Nightmare and Dream were now over a hundred years old. Still 'children' in the sense among the Gods, but full fledged adults in general.
Reaper tried to do what he can, to meet up with Nightmare in his world, so they can talk and such. Sometimes, Reaper was unable to return for years on end. One such time came about on Nightmare's 78th day of his creation.
Reaper had been held up, having to collect the lives of so many in a universe that had been destroyed by Error. Honestly, the glitch was cute, but annoying when he did stuff like that to a world that didn't even HAD the hints of it falling apart. Those worlds he destroyed, never annoyed Reaper. They were meant to die anyway. It was the still strong going ones, that only pissed him off.
The day had been like the first time Reaper had finally decided to show himself. It was cloudy, and Dream was once more off in the village doing stars knows what. As for Nightmare, instead of hiding within the branches, he was hiding behind the massive trunk of his mother. Curled up in a ball, as his hands clenched at his sleeves tightly. Almost cracking his knuckles, as he sat rolled up into a ball almost.
Reaper frowned at seeing the young Guardian like this. Usually, he would find Nightmare having a bruise here or there, due to some of the villagers being braved to mess with him while his brother was nowhere around.
The God had been severely tempted to touch said villagers for touching what he was slowly considering HIS.
And he couldn't deny it any longer. Nightmare called out to a part of Reaper he didn't think possible to have again.
Wings silently folding behind him, Reaper frowned as he turned his eyelightless sight down to Nightmare, speaking softly. "Mare? What happened?"
Nightmare flinched, and seemed to curl himself tighter up, as if afraid to be seen.
This made Reaper frown more, his feathers bristling against his back before slowly and carefully floating down to his knees in front of the other's curled form. "Nightmare? It's okay. It's just me, Reaper. What happened?"
It took a while, but soon enough, Nightmare was slowly lifting his skull up. The sight that Reaper saw, made him suck in a breath as he had to hold in the snarl he wanted to let out.
Right over his right socket, was a spider web crack. Mainly around the corner, reaching along his temporal area of his skull. There also appeared to be a dark bruise around said socket.
Nightmare slowly raised a hand up, moving to cover it, before Reaper reached out to stop him. "No. Who did this. Who hurt you?" His voice came out in a low growl, the power behind what he said, clearly showed as the grass around him quickly began to wither and die. Usually, Reaper kept himself technically 'floating', so that he didn't touch the grass to kill it. Never had he had to worry about Nims, as the tree was immune to his death touch. Along with the twin Guardians. Just like how Nightmare didn't suffer from his touch right now.
Nightmare frowned, shifting his hand to take hold of Reaper's to squeeze it, sighing as he shook his skull. "Enough. It does not matter who did this. It has been done, and it is in the past."
"No! Someone went out of their way to harm you, and I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT ANY LONGER!"
"Reaper!"
Nightmare's loud voice, caused the God to freeze up, watching with wide sockets as Nightmare gave a half smile at him. The itch to attack. To kill. To take away the lives of those that harmed this beautiful skeleton.
It was all suddenly gone, as Nightmare continued with that sad smile on his face. "Please....it's...it's alright."
In the end, Reaper couldn't help himself. Reaching forward, he followed through the other urge his itch made him have. He wrapped his arms around Nightmare, yanking him forward into his grasp. Causing the young male to gasp, sockets widening as those massive wings of his spread out. Although Reaper had pulled Nightmare to his chest, he also shoved himself forward. His wings acting like a barrier, as they wrapped around both of them, making a small cocoon of darkness around them both.
Nightmare's eyelights, and the soft blush coming across his face, what allowed some light to show within the dim light of the feathered barrier Reaper made. Nightmare watched, as a pained look came to Reaper's face, as his slightly larger hand shifted up to carefully cup the right side of Nightmare's face. The male winced, but before Reaper can pull away, leaned into his touch as he reached a hand up to latch at his wrist.
".....you do not know how hard it is for me, to watch you get hurt. Every. Single Time. Every time I come to visit, to see you, you are hurt little by little. It may not have been physical completely. It was still a hurt, I've seen you carried. You should NOT be carrying such pains."
Nightmare can just give a weak smile, but he knew such a smile was fake, as he whispered out. "But....it is my duty of the Guardian of Negativity to take in such hate. It only makes sen--"
"No."
Reaper's word was quiet, but the power behind it, stopped Nightmare from continuing.
Leaning forward, Reaper slowly nuzzled his forehead in against Nightmare's, causing the plum flush to grow across his face brighter as his eyes widened. "No....just because you are the Guardian of Negativity, doesn't mean you deserve such hate and pain directed at YOU specifically. That is not fair."
Nightmare swallowed a bit, as tears slowly began to build up within the corner of his sockets, as a low whine came from him. Reaper let out a soft 'shhh', cooing at him as he pressed a soft kiss at the corner of his eyes. "Please. Do not cry, my Moon. You are more precious than you think you are. So much to me...."
He finished on a whisper, before carefully and slowly, Reaper moved his mouth down to Nightmare's. The male twitched in surprise, but his eyes soon slid close as he leaned forward to return the kiss.
It was awkward, for both of them. Reaper was never able to touch another living being without them dying. And Nightmare never had another who showed him the compassion and affection that Reaper showed him.
So the kiss was slow, awkward movements. Over time, the kiss grew deeper, both getting lost in the kiss. Almost following by instinct, Reaper's summoned tongue flicked out to press in against Nightmare's teeth. The male twitched once more, mouth parting with a little inhale, before Reaper snaked his tongue into his mouth.
The kiss was like nothing Nightmare thought. Oh how he did read the few romance novels, he sneaked from the village library when his brother was with him at the time. Read about how amazing a kiss would be, with the one you loved.
Nightmare didn't know, if he loved Reaper, but his soul swelled with a feeling that pushed away the pain and sadness that had been in him hours ago.
Summoning his own tongue, Nightmare tentively pressed his purple ecto-muscle at Reaper's. Causing the taller skeleton to shiver, groaning softly as the kiss seemed to deepen. Unable to hold himself back, as the God of Death began to ravage Nightmare's mouth. It made the other gasp, allowing Reaper's darker blue tongue to tangle with Nightmare's plum colored one.
Shifting slightly, Reaper fully sat upon his knees, pulling Nightmare in close. His hands moving down along his body as he curled them around his rear. Shivering, Nightmare let out soft, whimpering sounds as he was drawn in closer. He felt his magic churning within his bones, wanting to form....something. But he had no idea what. As for Reaper, even if this was his first kiss, with how long he lived, how many lives he seen. His body knew full well what to do.
Reaper's ecto was slow to form, his slender stomach being made as a place for Nightmare to press up against through his robing, while the smaller male felt something hard push up between his legs.
It made Nightmare twitch harder, breaking the kiss with a gasp. Reaper didn't let him get far, his mouth moving down across his vertebra. His teeth nipping at his neck, before his tongue slipped out to sooth any sting he left there.
Nightmare could feel his skull get filled with a weird fog. Making it hard to think. When Reaper gave another grind of his hardening erection, up against Nightmare, did the male gasp even louder when he felt his magic literally SNAP into place.
The feeling of his ecto filling his clothes, a unknown and new feeling, made him stiffen up before pushing up at Reaper's shoulders. "W-W-Wait, Reaper, s-stop..."
It was only a whisper, it was just a soft voice, yet it was almost as if Reaper got slapped in the face as he froze and jerked his skull back. Nightmare panted softly, watching with wide sockets, as within Reaper's left socket, glowed a navy blue eyelight. It was the first time, that the young Guardian saw any form of eyelight within the God of Death's sockets. It was...beautiful.
"S-Shit. I'm sorry. I didn't think...fuck....Mare.....I...I..."
Reaper's stammering, it helped calm Nightmare down, making him smile even as his face was flushed purple. Reaching up, he placed his fingers against Reaper's mouth, causing the God to freeze up once more.
"It's okay. I just....I feel like it's going too fast. I....I would like to continue but....not now."
"Y-Y-You do?"
Reaper's voice was hesitant, with a slight hopeful edge to it. Chuckling softly, shaking his head, Nightmare's smile shifted into one of his usual smiles. Showing that, what just happened, had helped bring back the disciplined Guardian. "Yes. Yet, would it be not too much trouble, that you hold me for now? I...uh...I do not know how to make what just happened fade."
Nightmare's face flushed a bright shade, and Reaper couldn't help let out a sharp bark of laughter. Shifting quickly, making the younger skeleton gasp, Reaper had spun them around so that Reaper's back was pressed up against the tree instead. His wings spread out, wrapping around them both once more, to hide them from the world. Only allowing a few slivers of the cloudy sky to peer through.
Reaper also made sure to turn Nightmare around, so he sat within his lap, back to his chest. His arms slowly wrapped around his waist, leaning down to nuzzle his face in against the back of Nightmare's skull.
"It is alright. It will...take a while for both of us to calm down. But your magic will know what to do, once you have settled. Don't worry, I have you, my Moon."
Nightmare let out a small huff, the blush never fading at the nickname Reaper now was calling him by. Feeling his soul soar, at the affection the God of Death was lathering upon the Guardian of Negativity.
"Fine. But do not think I won't be asking you questions, about what just happened, afterwards."
If peeps haven't noticed, I decided to make three specific banners for blog posts that are connected to the three major tags that will show up on my profile here.
For random drabbles and story ideas, this cute little banner will be used.
When I wanna drop some lore about Vanilla and his world, this will be the banner!
While any fanart I will get in the near future concerning my characters, I will use this banner.
All emotes used within the banners were made by the awesome @PaeanSun on Twitter.
is there any reason specifically that vanilla smells the way he does?
The 'vanilla' part of his scent is due to him always having his coffee with French Vanilla creamer.
As for the 'winter pine', it's mainly because...well...when he moved to Snowdin after him and his brother's dad died, there were times where Vanilla would nap within snow poufs.
But mainly, it was around the pine trees in Snowdin he liked taking naps around. Going as far, as even climbing up into the branches to sleep up inside of them.
Many, MANY, times did Caramel would find his big brother just stretched out, limbs hanging over the edges of the branches. Completely and utterly snoring and passed out.
The reason why his scent evolved the way it did, was that Monster's magical scent evolves over time with what molds and shapes them to the Monster's they are today. As such, Vanilla mainly only smelled of Winter Pine in his magic, leading up to when Monsters were released to the surface. Once he started to consume coffee, did it evolve to add in the vanilla scent with the pine.
Today is a more WHOLESOME drabble for everyone, so not many warnings. Just pure fluff. This one, is for a friend of mine that goes by Sui. They recently had a fluffy dream about Horror. And usually, they portray themselves as Error most of the time. So this is for them.
TW: Fluff, Minor Error Crash, Comfort
It was always hard to tell where he was, after he had a bad crash. Usually it would take hours, for him to be able to fully grasp his general surroundings. Half the time, he always hoped that it happened when he was in his Anti-Void. At least then, he can crawl to his beanbag chair, and just curl up, while wrapping up in a blanket to come down from the oversensitivity he had to everything around him.
And at the moment, all that Error saw, was darkness.
Frowning, the destroyer was moving slowly, as he attempted to move his arms up. As he shifted his hands, he found that he was wrapped up snugly within a blanket. Not too tight, so it wasn't constricting, but it was bound around him.
"Careful....."
The rough, deep voice that rumbled behind him, made Error freeze up at the sound of that voice. It took a while, but soon frowned as he realized who it was.
"......Horror?"
All that Error got was a grunt of acknowledgement. Movement was behind him, and blinking his sockets, that's when the glitching skeleton realize that he was inside of what looked like a weird cubby of sorts. One made out of blankets. His mismatched eyes glanced up and around, as he realized it was something called a 'blanket fort'.
He's seen and heard of these a few times, while he wandered looking into other AU's before. He also took notice how he was bundled up in a very fluffy, and soft, blanket as well.
Error shifted just slowly, moving to tilt his skull back, before looking socket to socket with the massive skeleton. The usual clothing of the butcher was down to just a turtleneck and probably his shorts. Error can feel that his massive arms, were curled around Error's waist, but specifically, over the blanket wrapped around him.
Huffing, the destroyer narrowed his gaze a bit, as he slowly spoke. "What....are you doing?"
Horror simply raised a bone brow, his sockets hooded, while his red orb was big within the one that held his crack over his skull. "....helping ya." Error just narrowed his sockets even more. The sight of it made Horror huff in amusement, before shifting to nudge his chin to push the glitch's head back forward. Causing the destroyer to sputter, and hiss, before he continued in that rolling, rumbling voice of his. "Killer caused ya ta have a crash....just here helpin' ya relax....get better....."
Error's frown never faded, but soon he grumbled as he forced himself back against the massive skeleton's body, causing him to grunt. His arms tightening around Error a bit more, as the glitch slowly spoke. ".....thanks....i guess...."
Horror let out an amused huff, leaning down to give a slow, gentle nuzzle to the back of Error's skull. Said affection, caused the bloom of bright blue magic to spawn across the destroyer's cheek, dotting of yellow freckles forming within the blush. Error was extremely glad he wasn't facing the butcher in that moment.
As it was, the two were quiet the whole time, never having the need to say anything. It was partly why Error always did prefer to drop any updates to Horror. Or Dust for that matter. While the latter was insane on most days, both had a calm like air around them. Not as chaotic as Killer's. Cross.....Cross was weird.
Error will admit that his concept of who is 'safe' and 'not safe', was bias at best. But right now? Right now....he was....comfortable.
And that was saying something as Horror's chest continued to let out a continuous rumbling that only finally registered to the destroyer. With another soft flush, he realized that it was purring. The massive skeleton was letting out soft, low purrs.
".....why are you d-doing this?"
Error mumbled out, frowning as he didn't try to pull away, or react to his first response he wanted to do. Which was to suddenly elbow the big guy and try to escape.
Plus....it was warm here. Safe and warm.
Horror let out a low hum, taking his time in answering, before giving a soft squeeze of his arms around Error. Making the glitch scowl, but he held his tongue, when Horror finally answered. "Why not? Not like I ain't got no reason NOT ta help ya. So...." Leaving it off on a shrug.
Error's blush only grew, as he slowly went limp against Horror's body, curling against the larger skeleton's form. He could tell that Horror's legs were bracing his hips, making it easy for his tall, yet smaller height, to be snug in against his larger body.
In time, Error felt himself slowly start to drift, and once more, heard the rumbling of Horror's purrs. Then came another nuzzle to his skull, causing the destroyer to snort, as his sockets fully closed. "So weird....."
It was all that Error muttered, before the phantom ache in his bones, from when he crashed, made him sleepy enough to fall back to sleep.
As for Horror, he gave another rough chuckle, smiling softly as he pressed his mouth at the top of the glitch's skull. Leaving a chaste kiss, as he whispered out against his head.
