Fluff-Writes

Diablo Brainrot Uh. 18+ blog. There is STUFF here.

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You know what. Since the world is going bananas over porn right now, here's my bsky where I post lewd drawings of fictional characters sometimes. Enjoy it while you can, or whatever.

Fluff (@fluff-and-such.bsky.social)

Artist, Animator, Pokemon Lover and Plant Lady. Gender: Idk man. 26. NSFW 18+ stuff be here 🔞

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34 Inarius and Lilith 👀

👀!

34. …to pretend.

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No one was watching him. No one could watch him. Inarius was utterly isolated in his sanctum, his followers shut out, his magical wards and barriers holding strong. Not even Malthael himself could've snuck a peak at him, and what he was doing currently.

Not even she could've possibly known.

Still.

Still he hesitated before the mirror.

He had done it before, called up her image in a moment of weakness, to see if he still desired her still. What a terrible idea that had been.

Inarius did not do things by halves, and that included loving Lilith. So he still loved her.

This just seemed...too much. Would it really help him to face her memory again? It was a ridiculous notion, trying to absorb and dismiss what she'd done to him, what he'd done to her, what he'd felt for her.

Huffing, Inarius finally summoned the image of her. That was it, just an image; she stood at his side as she once had, watching him. There was that look in her face, the one she'd only ever turning towards him; that uncertain desire, that tentative, genuine affection he knew she'd had for him.

Inarius stepped closer. He was bending the physics, in this chamber of shining mirror that he'd created for himself. Instead of his own reflection, she stood before him. Watching him.

He should dismiss her. He should turn from her, forget that she ever existed.

But it wouldn't help the way his resonance thrummed, the excited ripples in his wings just from seeing her again had prompted.

Oh, he still loved her. He hated that he did, but couldn't so anything to stop her.

With a sigh that fogged the surface in front of him, Inarius shut his eyes, and leaned in.

Only cold glass touched his lips.

[roajjs]

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Oh?

OH!?

[oyeedraw]

Selfie-isto.

[macabrecabra]

There be that sassy lord of hatred! 

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Rat Mat a 36 from Kiss prompt ;)

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36. …to give up control.

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"Relax." Malthael purred down at him. He'd let himself be boxed in by the angel's tall, armored frame, but this naturally made him antsy. On the whole, Malthael still made him wary, but particularly right now when he had him in such a vulnerable position. When they were trying at a bit of intimacy again.

Rathma forced the muscles in his arms and legs to relax, and stared up at his partner. Waiting, watching.

Malthael gave the impression of a frown. His wings flicked in mild distaste, and Rathma cringed internally. They were bad at this.

He was bad at this.

"Better. But... not what I meant." Malthael's voice was soft, and he was gentle when he tucked a hand into Rathma's hair. "I want you to relax inside too." A finger tapped at his temple.

"You'll have to forgive me," Rathma muttered, "If it takes a moment." He wasn't sure how to relax with Malthael. He wanted to. He wanted to trust that his partner would take care of him, not hurt him if he could help it. Malthael was being affectionate. He'd been studying mortals, and even if humans and nephalem had their differences, they were similar enough that the basics were the same.

He wouldn't hurt him.

Twisting, Rathma pressed a kiss to the palm of Malthael's hand. It felt a little like defeat, a little like dropping off an edge and not knowing what was at the bottom.

"Don't prove me wrong now."

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32 RatMat

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32. ...to wake up

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Lazy and affectionate, Rathma pressed absent kisses to his partner's hand, shoulder, the little gap on his collarbone that the robe didn't quite cover.

Malthael did not stir.

Emboldened by affection, the rising sun, and encroaching obligations, Rathma started kissing his neck. That prompted some quiet-pleasant hums from the angel. A little wriggling in the wings. The twitch of his fingers.

Slowly, Malthael was waking up.

Not quite as slowly, Rathma was running out of patience. He was a patient nephalem by default, but they did need to get moving soon in order to reach their shop in time, and between the two of them Malthael took longer to prep in the morning.

Sitting up, he stretched both arms, and looked down at his angel. Affection and annoyance swelled, which made him only more eager for his partner to wake.

...Well it had worked before.

Rathma leaned in and licked the angel's cheek. (Probably. He had a 50/50 success rate at reading where Malthael's facial-bits were within the black of his hood.)

Malthael awoke abruptly, and with a yelp. He scrubbed fitfully at his face, in the manner of someone trying to wipe their eyes. Once he'd successfully cleared himself, he fixed his partner (the picture of innocence) with an utterly baffled, mildly offended look. Rathma marveled at the angel's ability to convey such feelings without a visible face. Or maybe he was just that good at interpreting this particular angel's feelings.

"...Oops?" He offered, when Malthael did not react. "Good morning angel."

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Rat Mat and 33 for the kiss prompt!

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33: ...forcefully

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Slim-strong hands grabbed him by the gorget, and Malthael was abruptly yanked downwards. For a split-second he thought his nephalem was going to headbutt him in the face with his pretty red horns, but all Rathma did was smush his face into Malthael's hood.

His forehead was pressed up against Malthael's cheek-and-mouth. For a moment the stood like that, awkwardly huddled together in the middle of Westmarch square. People were staring. Malthael folded his wings, thin-skinny as they were, around himself and his partner to give them some kind of privacy for...whatever this was.

Right when he was getting ready to ask what was happening, Rathma shifted.

He had not kissed Malthael many times before, and usually it was something soft, uncertain. This time, there was nothing soft in the way his mouth dug at Malthael's jaw, and when he shifted just enough for Rathma to find his mouth, his kiss was nothing short of intense.

He could taste the desperate fear and sick relief behind it all. Perhaps that was what made him accept it.

Where Rathma was digging his nails into the metal of his armor (and making horrid little scratching noises), Malthael gently cupped the sides of his head and pulled him closer. His wings coiled tighter, wrapping them in a web of light.

Let his nephalem find solace in him. Whatever had scared him was on a short timer now.

[grey-wardens-dont-have-dental]

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because they’re running out of time.

…because time’s run out.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

[clementine-kesh]

i do think it’s funny when you’ve been into a thing long enough that you’ve done all the serious analysis you can do so now you’re mostly just thinking up looney tunes scenarios to put the characters in

[clementine-kesh]

looney tunes scenarios which are most importantly still impeccably in-character because of all the aforementioned serious analysis

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Headcanon that hammocks were really popular with firstborn nephalem. First type of bedding they came up with.

Mainly bcuz it reminds them of being carried by their angelic parent, who would float everywhere with them and rock them in the air.

Rathma will never never never admit it, but he also sleeps best in a hammock.

[zerguette]

psss psss found the first concepts of Bathim and Pan, my demon brothers born from the spine of their dead mother.

Both were from the Realm of Hatred, Bathim was very close to Mephisto, until, Inarius and Lilith happened and Bathim became one of the creators of Sanctuary too (saddly his angel wife was killed when Lilith snapped)

Bathim and this Unknown Angel TM are my fanparents of Esu, the first sorceress. When the whole Purge happened, Bathim hid Esu away, knowing that eventuallly she would be found, he gave her his own staff and casted a spell, sending her to who knows where. He actually got softened by his own wish. Well, Bathim is the Lord of Wishes, his wish to make something powerful actually was his biggest weakness.

He ended roaming around Sanctuary knowing that returning to the Hells would be his death, he will end as a pet for other's literally. Pan, never looked for him, he also didnt stop him from joining Inarius and Liliths cause, bc demons suck at family stuff and thats how it should be! they can't feel love.

Bathim at some point found a statue of Esu, he spent all his life in Sanctuary, after all that happened between Inarius and Lilith, looking for Esu. Bathim hid and still tried looking for his daughter but he never found her, only statues and legends of her.

Extra :

When I first created Pan it was bc i wanted to ship an oc with Astaroth. They technically still have a fucked up dynamic dw. Kinda dissappointing that your crush???lover???partner??? is the ultimate simp of the Lord of Hatred bruh

Also yeah, Pan LOOKS FOR HIS BROTHER AFTER AN ETERNITY OF YEARS, only bc Pan fucked up in hells and they want his head and yeah. Mf appears again only to make Bathim have a crashdown bruh

[mevil]

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Kinda want to write a smut where Malthael orchestrates a bunch of his Death Maidens + Urzael to fuck Rathma. No one is touching him but Malthael is still very involved with the sex that's happening. Simultaneously getting cucked and being a voyeur and a dom. He's calling the shots, and making sure Rat doesn't actually choke to death on anyone's dick, and also really really enjoying watching his nephalem have such a good time getting his back blown out.

Rathma has just enough Incubus in him that every now and again he badly wants to get railed like a bitch in heat, and Mat is more than happy to make that happen for him. He'd do it himself (and has in the past) but he also knows some of his angels are curious and interested enough in fucking a mortal that he lets them in on it too. And Urzael is just in it for the connection to his master (altho he actually really enjoys sex with Rathma, more than he'd like to admit, so it's a little bit scandalous for him).

Everyone has a nice time, and the angels all take turns carrying Rat the next day when he can't walk straight. They're perhaps a little too happy to be doting on him for his comfort, but hey, beats limping everywhere.

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I sure am having Thoughts about Itherael after all this.

Also I just like Cyra

Girlfriend Acquired

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Born to post about RatMat

Forced to go to work

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"They cannot hurt you." Malthael was matter of fact. "I would not allow it, and I am unstoppable." Rathma only continued to stare at him, wide-eyed and uncomprehending. The terror did not recede from their bond. "You- but- if you're not-..." He couldn’t manage a proper sentence, such was a the fear that gripped him. Nonetheless, Malthael was able to see the issue. He considered this new angle. "If, somehow, they managed to get to you, and they managed to bury you. I would simply dig you back up again." He considered a moment more. "I am becoming quite good at digging, as you know." To his relief, that did prompt a nod from his nephalem. "And once I had you safe above ground again,” Malthael solemnly promised,  “I would not rest until those who sought to bury you alive were themselves below ground, in as many screaming pieces as I could deliver them. I would return any harm done unto yourself to them a thousandfold."

Rathma develops a mild phobia of being buried alive and nightmares about it. Malthael handles it...some kind of way.

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Born to post about RatMat

Forced to go to work