I'm thinking of writing another Bowser smut. Though of course its vanilla, but the reader and Bowser are feeling frisky. Perhaps a mood struck them, or maybe Bowser is on heat. Idk lmao
But I dont know if I would need to make a new chapter(I have another Bowser smut on A03) or publish it on its own.
Yall... its been awhile since I started writing. Trust me, I've been wanting to finish the Bowser fanfic, but I get stuck into the whole "enemies to lovers" trope. Because I can't seem to progress more. But like if I take away the trope, the story will seem slight short. More likely a rivalry to lovers. I just really loved the idea of the trope, but I guess it doesn't quite fit anymore. And probably it just doesn't fit the characters either. I think I'm just repeating myself, but like I just can't seem to write after a certain setting. It doesn't fit the reader and Bowsers setting/relationship since Bowser wouldn't actually attack a princess or anyone who doesn't seem capable of fighting him. And the reader sounds quite jealous of Peach due to receiving more attention, which I don't want that. Nor I don't want to write the reader being stereotypical. But yeah just a rant. I'll probably start making it less enemies. But more rivalry. So yeahhhhh, hopefully I'll go start writing soon. :)
With that said, I do have a killer croc fanfic I'm writing from the Arkhamverse. Its kinda cheesy but I like cheese. Lmao
To the so called “writers” using ai to “write” their stories, I promise you you’re not slick.
If people praise your “writing” via comment or message, believe me those are underaged lil kids, obvi they wouldn’t be able to tell.
A real reader would know, ever wonder why your likes and views are so low? Your writing has no life, and no proper meaning. Theres no feeling nor emotion, how do you make reading fics unbearable?
What if somehow Bowser did get his spouse pregnant? Like, with an egg.
You know I’ve been thinking about this for awhile so prepare for my yapping long writing 😔😔😔
And I apologize for posting this so late 🙏
Bowser X Spouse Reader (GN, kinda? Reader has a reproductive organs, popping an egg out of you)
Cw: pregnancy, labor, (thats it really)
(Also again I’m sorry for being this messy with the work,)
somewhat profound
The beginning of several days, you felt tired, throwing up, dizzy, hungry, crying. Perhaps you were getting the flu or a cold. Maybe even the allergies. A week ago you and Bowser were talking in flirtatious tones, leading you both jumping in the bed. A Koopa cant impregnate a human, right? Haha
Congratulations! You are pregnant!
Pregnant…?
When you decided to tell the news to Bowser, at first he laughed it off, saying it was impossible, till he noticed your stoic face. His laughter faded away awkwardly, his face widened.
“My Dear, that’s impossible. We’ve been doing it for a while. You couldn’t possibly be-”
Suddenly your body and mind began to feel fatigued, making you sit on the bed. He quickly bend down on his knees, reaching out for your hands. He wanted to say something, but he was shock. Surprised. Stunned. His heart was beating fast. A new member in the family?! A baby! A baby-
“How was this possible? How did it even work? How did our-”
“Well when mommy and daddy love each other very much-” You laugh, caressing his hands.
“I know how it works. it’s just… how? Biologically?”
How did you get pregnant in the first place? It was a strange thing. You and Bowser have been making love ever since you both met so how or why now? Bowser was nervous, sure he always wanted the family to grow. Have so many kids and love each one of them. But he was worried about you. He didn’t realize how much this could affect your body. The room felt silent, not knowing what to describe the moment.
“Bowser… remember how we always yearn for a child? Maybe our love was so strong, love so pure, our heart and mind were made for each other… collided… the way you would always make love in bed… was so… beautiful… do I even make sense here?” You laugh as it echoed around the room. His heart was beating, beating with joy but also with anxiety. He was worried about your health. Would this child affect you in harms way? Would you have to push out an infant with a hard shell like his? Spikes?! Horns?! He certainly knew humans and koopas pregnancy were much different, spitting an intrusive thought of you being hurt and bleeding due to the child. No- he couldn’t think of that! He looks down, his large hand caressing your stomach with extra caution.
“A baby… we both made… with love… pure joy, pure laughter, pure happiness. Darling, you made me the happiest Koopa in this world.” He placed a kiss on your lips, a passionate yet gentle kiss, being extremely careful not to hurt you.
When the married couple announced the news, Kamek was very stunned yet excited to have (another grandchild) a grandchild. Exclaiming that it should be announced that a new royal was coming to the family.
After taking deep breaths and several physical touch from you, Bowser, stood loud and proud, announcing to the entire kingdom that a new royal member was coming. Several koopas were a bit confused but then recollected their thoughts that it had to do with the Magikoopas magic.
Though back in closed rooms, Bowser was really extra cautious about everything. So concern. He would never forgive himself the damage he done to you. After thinking, you decided it would be best if Kamek took Bowsers job for a while and to let the King Koopa get some rest. During the first night, his tail would wag in an alerting way. “Bowser love look at me.” You spoke softly, in a comforting manner, stroking his crimson hair, explaining in a detail manner that it was okay for him to feel concerned snd frightened. “I’m not scared.” He would say, but you knew him well. Explaining that he deserved to have such a wonderful family, deserving to feel happy and proud of what he did. What you both did. To feel proud that their love was powerful it created something impossible in the universe. A child he wanted along with his lover. Hearing this it made his heart flutter. What was he doing? You were right!
During the first week, you and Bowser would be in the main hospital/infirmary room inside the castle. While his pregnant spouse was sitting, The nurse koopas were gathered up around the bed, checking their pulse, blood, eyes, ears, practically everything. Making sure everything was in order. Bowser could only smile and chuckle at them, he only wished this pregnancy would go perfect and safe. But seeing how you were being treated, made his heart go in protective mode.
“Hey… Giselda…” A nurse Koopa began to speak, while she was taking a look at the computer. “Hmm? What’s up?” She explained how it would probably be best to find several human doctors and nurses for the patient. So both the koopas and the humans could keep a close watch, in case something bad were to happened.
The nurses and doctors koopas would explain to Bowser about this and he very much agreed with it with no hesitation. He wanted everything to be perfect. For you to be with extra care and healthy.
As your amazing husband became extra protective of you, his instincts were immediately kicked up, nesting up the entire huge bed, with blankets and cushions all around, since it was traditional for koopas to make nests. “What are you doing?” You asks, heading out of the bathroom. “Nesting.” Nesting, you repeat the words in your mind, meanwhile he was placing ginormous pillows all around the bed of the edges. Wait, since when did we have big pillows?
He explained that placing the pillows around the bed would catch you in case you fell down. Bowser hums happily, he always dreamed of building a nest with his loved one. Bringing you to the bed, he explained again that nesting is a tradition all Koopas do, for the person who lays an egg would hatch and the mother figure would stay. So basically it’s a protective barrier to keep the other away. And prioritizing his treasures.
As you both laid down, he cautiously placed his hand on your thighs, not wanting to touch your stomach. “When I found out we were both going to have a kid... I felt so excited, with so much joy, that I knew I would spend the rest of my life with you, along with the baby… But then I was concern about you. I just didn’t think it would actually happen… despite our differences…” You chuckled, caressing his hand. “Oh definitely, believe me. I didn’t think during our love intimacy I would actually get pregnant. You were so rough…” You gave him a smirk. “I want you to do it again.” Bowser eyes widen and give out a gruffly laugh. “I’m joking, I’m joking!” Your laughter echoes around the room.
“I mean unless you want to-“
“Darling…” He chuckles. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Bowser…” You began to say holding his hands. “I know it’s an overwhelming and scary process… I know this is the first time ever to be recorded in a book… history- but we’ll get through it. You’ll be an amazing and fun father.” Bowser gently rubs your stomach.
As two weeks passed by, you began to walk more slowly, feeling your stomach getting more heavy as time passed by. Getting short breaths each ten minutes. But for some reason your stomach wasn’t noticeable. It just looked bloated.
“My dear, please don’t push yourself.” Said Kamek as he held your hand in a gentle manner. “ I won’t lie… it’s starting to feel heavy but I don’t have a pregnant bump.” “Hmm… let's take you to the infirmary room.”
A nurse Koopa briefly explained to a human nurse that koopas reproduce around a month or two. Depending on the health. The other nurse briefly explained how humans reproduce, creating their own theory your pregnancy would last two months. The egg forming in your system would eventually come normally as you would have gone to the restroom. But the little critter popping out of the egg would take seven months. Though the two nurse couldn’t understand how the egg was forming inside your body, but it was quite interesting to see.
You sighed, overhearing everything, as you laid down on the bed. And to be honest, it was starting to feel overwhelming. Hearing the same thing over and over again.
All the nurses and doctors began to check your pulse, eyes, blood, the way you walked. And the baby. Scanning and showing up the fetus was actually tiny, compared to the egg. The egg, from bottom to top, was 5 inches (12 cm), a tiny one.
“That tiny egg is making me walk slowly?!” You said.
“Remember your organs are moving around, not knowing what to do with the situation.” Said the nurse.
After finishing off his day, Bowser gave a big smile and saw the monitor, sitting next to you.. “Bowser…look.” You said, smiling, trying not to squeal, your hands holding his. The screen showed an egg with the little critter inside, taking its first breath within the egg. Bowser's heart melted. Kamek, seeing his son about to cry, shooed everyone away, leaving you and Bowser alone. “It’s ours… it’s our child… it’s…” He looks at the screen seeing their fetus barely move inside the egg. Tears began to fill his eyes.
“Bowser…” You spoke softly, his tears coming and damping the covers of the bed.
“I finally got the chance to have more family…I… what did I do… to deserve you?” He held his tears, moving his palm gently, barely cupping your cheek.
“Come here… let me hold you…” He cautiously moved his head and hands down.
“Bowser… I think the baby would at least want to hear papa's voice.” His heart melted, hearing you say such sweet words. You smile, holding his hands tightly. Your heart began to flutter in happiness seeing the man you love become extra sensitive. He made his way down to your stomach, trying to listen to anything, glancing at the monitor. “Hey… I… it’s papa talking…” The egg suddenly moved slightly. “They heard me.” He spoke quietly trying not to get too excited and yell.
As the second month reached, you couldn’t take it anymore. You were exhausted, hot, hungry, and couldn't even walk without feeling the heavy weight of your own stomach. When he saw how you were vulnerable, his heart sank. So he did was any other husband would do: Building a bigger nest on the floor, huge blankets, pillows and cushions. Without saying anything, your heart melted, seeing him how much he loved you and how much he wanted you to be comfortable and safe.
“Here’s where they’ll sleep and I’ll sleep here close to them… the baby will sleep here…” The king Koopa mumbled, humming a little tune. “Bowser… I think you’re gonna have to start carrying me around. I can’t walk as how I use to. The baby got even heavier today.” You said, placing your hands on your bump, Bowser quickly stood up, holding your hand and arms gently, cautiously caressing your stomach. “Let’s go to the garden. I need fresh air.” With no hesitation he carefully and delicately picks you up, holding you like a porcelain doll.
Feeling the wind blow through the garden, Bowser held your hand, as you laid your head against his bicep. The feeling of him holding your hand in the most gentle matter, really got to you, making you cry. “My dear what’s wrong? Are you okay? Did the baby hit you?” You explained how you were just happy to be here with him, experiencing new things along with him. You look up into his crimson eyes, holding his large hands, his scaly skin touching yours. You began to feel a movement from your stomach pushing down your pelvis, and intense pain, grasping your fingers against his skin.
“Bowser- I’m having the baby- like right now.”
Without hesitation he immediately brought you to the infirmary.
The intense labor felt painful, the nurses and doctors began to run around checking you and the baby, signaling everyone and most of all Kamek, in case something bad happened to your body.
Bowser grasping your hand, as you began to dug your nails onto his flesh. A doctor and nurse Koopa held onto you. Holding in your cries, trying to be strong, feeling your tears pouring out. It was intense. As you gave your last push, an immediate pop of the egg plunges out, the nurse immediately grabs it. You began to pant, in tears, feeling intense relief from this moment, eyes getting blurred, breathing slowly, trying to keep your breath calm down. Your mind was quite dizzy, closing your eyes, Bowser panicked, his head moved fast, looking at you from each angle.
“Darling, love are you okay? Please speak to me!”
“I’m… okay… just… fine…” You say trying your best to keep your eyes open. With tears in his eyes, he smiled warmly. “Oh my Dear… You did good. You did amazing…I’m proud of you.” Bowser placed a kiss on your head.
A nurse Koopa panicked seeing something peachy pinkish muscle connected to the egg that had been connected inside of your body. The human nurse explained it was the umbilical cord, a shocking sight to say at least. The egg was placed on a bed, quickly the doctors began to check the egg for any sign of infection or injury.
Meanwhile you were starting to fall asleep which scared Bowser horribly, signaling the doctors, they calmed him down a bit letting him know this was normal, and that she needed to be asleep in order for them to check your vitals.
The egg was a phenomenon, something you would never see in real life. The baby was still connected to you with the umbilical cord, which was an interesting thing, the shell protecting everything. Doctors began to examine and theorize it could have been both the biology that got mixed up. Nonetheless, the baby was extra strong and well protected.
Congratulations! You gave birth! Or well, part of it.
The last few days of your 8th month, the umbilical cord pretty much dried out, so you took a guess the baby was about to pop out on any day. Which made you and Bowser grin knowing that you were free from the pain and that the baby was coming quickly.
And suddenly the egg began to crack open, you and Bowser quickly stared at it, walking close in case the baby needed help. With one kick, the baby immediately broke their shell, crying and screaming. Trying your best, you quickly tried to pick them up, along with Bowser's help, and quickly placed the little critter on your chest, lying down on the blanket near Bowser made for you. It was quite a heavy baby, nothing compared to a regular sized baby.
It’s a baby girl!
“Bowser! Look! I-it’s a girl.” You laugh, trying to hold your child onto your chest, the baby mimicking your heartbeat, slowly comforting her. Your baby had her eyes closed, Bowser quickly jerking his head around to find a thin blanket to cover her up. He bent his knees, getting to your height, as he watched his little critter slightly move, being comforted by his beloved.
Without saying a word, he kissed your forehead, rubbing his cheeks against yours, as a loving gesture. As they both looked down at the child, seeing that her short hair was just as her father’s. Crimson red. Your fingers rub the top of your newborn, a small quiet gasps come from your lips, fingers slightly moving towards her forehead. Bowser beams with a smile, getting closer and seeing the tiny horns forming on her forehead.
“Bowser… she has your horns… your hair color… even her thin eyebrows… oh… she’s so…”
“Beautiful. Look at her… she’s has your appearance. Her nose, lashes, lips…”
He was right about that, she got his hair colors, and got her mother’s look. Patting her back, you look over at Bowser, whom he wanted to touch her head but was too afraid to hurt his infant. Slowly, you grabbed his scaly finger, gently kissing and slowly placing on top of her head. The baby began to groan quietly feeling close to her parents, his tail began to wag. The sentimental Koopa began to cry, gulping his breath, how did he even achieve this? Leaving his villainous life behind, marrying his beloved and having a child?
You then proceed to let your fingers run through the babies, immediately she grasp onto your finger, tightening it. “Oh dear- she’s quite strong, like her papa.” You say, as Bowser moved his finger down to hers, the infant’s strength grasped his finger as well, making him chuckle. “That definitely is my daughter alright.” Smiling, you gesture softly to pick up the baby, he immediately shook his head no, explaining that he could hurt her but you reassured him that he was capable of handling it. Covering the baby with the thin blanket, slightly sitting up, Bowser moved closer to you, as you began to place the baby in his arms, sweating profusely. His large thumb rubs her head, seeing how quiet and relaxed she was. Suddenly she began to softly cry, Bowser cautiously rocking her in his arms, then she fell back to sleep. His mind began to wander again, how could such a critter be alive? Be mixed? She didn’t seemed hurt, nor in danger. She seemed like any other human and Koopa would be born to. A perfectly healthy human- Koopa being. Bowser placed her back into his beloved arms, kissing you and carefully kissing the baby’s head.
And that was it, wow oh geez, sorry this took so long, I was getting writers block and then I just didn’t have time. I know I left some plot holes somewhere in there so I do apologize. If Bowser was a bit ooc, and the story was lacking at the end, I do apologize as well. I was going to write about Bowser Juniors point of view, but it would have been much longer, since it was suppose to be a short summary. Anyway I hope you enjoyed reading this :D
It’s about to be a year since I ever started the Bowser fanfic, and honestly I’ve been trying to write, but I have a horrible writers block. But the thing is that I know what I want write. But it’s more of the beginning of what’s gonna happen. And I don’t want to write it fast, you know? I wanted to be slow and paced, Cause it is enemies to lovers type. (Or rivals to lovers? See I don’t even know anymore 😫😭) Been asking my close friends but they don’t know how to write.
f!reader, spicy tension, emotional intimacy, fiery romance, playful banter, humor, Mario Universe, unexpected moments, nonchalant Mario
The fiery glow of Bowser’s castle was a mix of overwhelming heat and eerie stillness. You weren’t sure how you ended up here—one moment you were going about your day in the Mushroom Kingdom, the next you were swept away by his minions, carried into this molten fortress.
What you hadn’t expected was… him.
When you were first brought to the throne room, your heart pounded in your chest as you took in the towering figure of King Bowser himself. His presence filled the space, his horns casting long shadows on the walls, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. But there was something about the way he carried himself—his shoulders slightly hunched, his tail swishing in what looked like nervous energy—that made you pause. “You’re smaller than I imagined,” you blurted out before your brain caught up to your mouth. Bowser’s jaw actually dropped slightly before he let out a booming laugh, his eyes narrowing in amusement. “Small? That’s what you notice about me?” “Well, yeah,” you said, standing your ground despite the way his voice rumbled like an earthquake. “Everyone talks about how terrifying you are, but you’re… different up close.” His laugh faded, replaced by a curious tilt of his head. “You’ve got a mouth on you,” he rumbled, stepping closer. “Most people are too busy screaming to notice anything about me.”
“I figured screaming wouldn’t get me anywhere,” you replied, crossing your arms even as your heart raced. His eyes softened, the fiery glow dimming slightly. “Huh. Interesting.” That was how it started—an odd sort of dance between the two of you. Bowser wasn’t as terrifying as the stories made him out to be, and you quickly realized that behind the gruff exterior was someone… complicated. The days passed in a strange routine. He didn’t lock you up or chain you to the wall as you’d half-expected. Instead, he gave you a room—an actual room with a bed and a view of the lava pits below. He let you wander the castle, though there were always a few of his minions lurking nearby, keeping a watchful eye on you.
And Bowser? He was always watching, too.
It was subtle at first—a glance here, a lingering gaze there. But then it became more obvious. He’d find excuses to talk to you, to sit near you in the grand dining hall, to ask you questions about your life in the Mushroom Kingdom. One evening, as you stood on the balcony of your room, staring out at the molten horizon, you felt his presence before you saw him. “Do you miss it?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. “Miss what?” you replied, glancing over your shoulder to find him leaning against the doorway, his massive arms crossed. “Your kingdom,” he said, his gaze flicking to the horizon. You turned back to the view, the glow of the lava casting a golden light over the castle. “Sometimes,” you admitted. “But… it’s quieter here. In a way.” He stepped closer, his heavy footsteps reverberating through the stone. “You’re not scared of me,” he said, almost accusingly. “Should I be?” you asked, your heart racing as he stopped beside you. His gaze bore into you, his eyes glowing like embers. “Most people are.”
You tilted your head, meeting his gaze head-on. “I think there’s more to you than what most people see.” For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, his lips curled into a grin, sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. “You’re bold,” he said, his voice low and filled with something that made your stomach flip. “Maybe,” you replied, your voice steady despite the way your pulse quickened. “Or maybe I just see the real you.” The weight of Bowser’s gaze lingered long after he left your room that night. There was something in his eyes—a mix of curiosity and uncertainty, like he was trying to figure out what you saw in him. You found yourself wondering the same thing. He wasn’t what you expected. Fierce, yes. Intimidating, of course. But he was also attentive in a way that caught you off guard. He listened when you spoke, remembered the little things you said, like your favorite foods or how sunsets in the Mushroom Kingdom looked different depending on the season. Over the next few days, your conversations grew longer, his walls lowering little by little.
You discovered that he had a wicked sense of humor, dry and sharp, and you couldn’t help but laugh when he teased his own minions or made sarcastic remarks about Mario. “You’re surprisingly funny for a ‘terrifying villain,’” you quipped one evening, sitting across from him at the massive dining table. “And you’re surprisingly sassy for someone who’s technically my prisoner,” he shot back, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Technically?” He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “Let’s be real. If you wanted to leave, you’d probably just walk out. Not like I’ve locked you up.” You smiled softly, playing with the edge of your napkin. “Maybe I don’t want to leave.” Bowser stilled, his amber eyes flicking to yours. The air between you shifted, the playful banter giving way to something deeper. “Why not?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual. “Because it’s… different here,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing. “And I guess I don’t mind the company.” For the first time, you saw a crack in his usual bravado.
His grin softened, replaced by something more vulnerable, almost unsure. “You’re full of surprises,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer before he looked away, a faint redness creeping up his cheeks. The turning point came one evening as you wandered the castle’s halls, unable to sleep. You found yourself in the throne room, the massive space bathed in the warm glow of lava. Bowser was there, sitting on the steps leading to his throne, his head bowed as if deep in thought. “You look like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders,” you said softly, stepping into the room. He looked up, startled, before letting out a soft chuckle. “Something like that.” You hesitated, then crossed the room to sit beside him, the heat of the lava warming your skin. “Want to talk about it?” He sighed, his claws resting on his knees. “Do you ever feel like… no matter what you do, people only see one version of you? Like you’re stuck being the person they think you are?” His words hit closer to home than you expected. “Yeah,” you said quietly.
“All the time.” Bowser glanced at you, his expression softening. “Guess we’re not so different after all.” You smiled, leaning your head against his massive arm. “Guess not.” The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that felt safe, like you didn’t need to fill it with words to understand each other. “Thank you,” he said suddenly, his voice low. “For what?” “For… seeing me,” he said, his gaze fixed on the glowing lava. “For not running away.” You reached out, your fingers brushing against his arm. “You’re not as scary as you think, Bowser.” He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Don’t let the others hear you say that. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.” You smiled, the warmth in his voice wrapping around you like a blanket. “Your secret’s safe with me.” The emotional tension simmered between you, each shared moment deepening the connection that neither of you dared to fully acknowledge. Yet. But the way Bowser looked at you—like you were the first person to truly see him—it made your heart race.
And you couldn’t ignore the way your hand lingered on his arm, or the way his eyes softened when you said his name. It wasn’t a question of if the tension would break. It was a question of when. The castle was quieter than usual, the sounds of Bowser’s minions fading into the background as you wandered the halls. The throne room, warm and glowing as ever, called to you. It had become a space where you and Bowser shared quiet moments, a place where the lines between “villain” and “visitor” blurred. You found him standing near the balcony, his massive frame outlined by the fiery glow of the lava below. He seemed lost in thought, his usual confident demeanor replaced by something softer, more contemplative. “Couldn’t sleep?” you asked, your voice cutting through the stillness. Bowser turned, his eyes meeting yours. “Neither could you, huh?” You shook your head, stepping closer. The air felt heavier tonight, charged with something you couldn’t quite place. “Something on your mind?” you asked, stopping a few feet from him.
He let out a low chuckle, running a clawed hand over his spiked shell. “You.” Your heart skipped a beat. “Me?” “You’ve been in my head since the moment you got here,” he admitted, his voice low and rough. “I’ve been trying to figure out why you stayed. Why you don’t look at me like everyone else does.” “Maybe because I don’t see a monster,” you said softly, taking another step forward. “I see someone who’s been misunderstood. Someone who’s more than the stories.” Bowser’s gaze darkened, his chest rising and falling as he stared at you. “You really mean that?” You nodded, your voice steady despite the way your heart raced. “I do.” He closed the distance between you in two long strides, his massive hand cupping your face with a tenderness that took your breath away. “You’re dangerous, you know that?” he murmured, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “Why?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper. “Because you make me want things I shouldn’t,” he growled, his fiery eyes locked on yours.
“Then take them,” you said, your breath hitching as his gaze flicked to your lips. Bowser didn’t hesitate. His mouth crashed against yours, fierce and demanding, his sharp teeth grazing your lips as he pulled you closer. His massive hands spanned your waist, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you to the throne, his movements both commanding and careful. He sat down, settling you in his lap as his hands roamed your body, tracing the curves he’d only dared to admire from afar. “You’re so small,” he muttered, his voice filled with awe as he looked at you. “So perfect.” Your fingers tangled in his fiery mane, pulling him back to you. “And you’re not as scary as you think,” you teased, your lips brushing against his. He growled low in his throat, his claws digging gently into your hips as he guided you closer. “Careful, little one. You’re playing with fire.” “Good thing I like the heat,” you shot back, a grin tugging at your lips. Bowser’s laughter rumbled through his chest, the sound vibrating against you.
But his amusement didn’t last long—his hands tightened on your hips, his lips finding yours again as the tension between you finally snapped.
His kisses were fierce, almost desperate, but there was a surprising gentleness in the way he held you, like he was afraid you might disappear. He moved with a deliberateness that made your heart race, his fiery eyes watching your every reaction. “Tell me you’re mine,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding. “I’m yours,” you whispered, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pulled you impossibly closer. “Say it again,” he demanded, his lips trailing down your neck, sharp teeth grazing your skin. “I’m yours,” you gasped, your voice trembling as he marked you, his touch igniting a fire that burned hotter than the lava below. The tension between you reached a fever pitch, Bowser’s growl reverberating through the throne room as his hands roamed your body. The throne’s cold stone contrasted with the blazing heat of his touch, sending shivers up your spine as he claimed you with a fervor that left no doubt of his intentions. “You’re mine,” he growled again, his lips brushing against your ear as his claws pressed into your hips.
The pressure was firm but careful, a reminder of his immense strength and his restraint. “I’m yours,” you whispered, threading your fingers through his mane and tugging gently. The action earned a rumbling groan from him, his fiery eyes snapping back to yours. Bowser shifted, lifting you effortlessly as if you weighed nothing, laying you across his throne with a commanding ease. The throne’s hard edges pressed against your back, but you hardly noticed, too lost in the intensity of his gaze as he loomed over you. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he muttered, his voice rough as his hands slid down your sides, his claws leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “Then show me,” you challenged, your breath catching as his lips curled into a sharp, predatory grin. “Oh, I plan to,” he growled, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them with a possessive urgency that sent a thrill coursing through you. His mouth found your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as his kisses grew rougher, more demanding. You arched into him, your nails scraping against his arms as the fire between you built into an inferno.
“Bowser,” you gasped, your voice trembling as his lips trailed down your collarbone, his claws digging into your thighs just enough to leave a faint sting. He paused, lifting his head to meet your gaze. His eyes burned with an intensity that left you breathless, but there was something else there, too—a flicker of vulnerability, as if he was waiting for you to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you reached up, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the heat coursing through your veins. That was all he needed. Bowser’s restraint snapped, and he claimed you with a passion that left you dizzy. His movements were rough yet deliberate, every touch and kiss sending you hurtling closer to the edge. “You’re perfect,” he muttered against your skin, his voice rough and low. “Every inch of you.” His claws traced patterns across your thighs, the heat of his touch leaving you trembling as he explored your body with a reverence that belied his rough exterior.
His strength was overwhelming, his hands gripping your waist as if to anchor you to him, but his touch was never cruel. “Tell me what you need,” he demanded, his lips hovering just above yours. “You,” you gasped, your hands fisting in his mane as you pulled him down for a kiss that was all teeth and fire. “I need you.” Bowser growled low in his throat, his hands gripping your hips as he pressed against you, his size and strength an intoxicating reminder of who he was. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice rough as his teeth grazed your jaw. “I need you,” you repeated, your voice breaking as he claimed you with a possessive intensity that left you breathless. Every touch, every kiss, every growl sent you spiraling deeper into the fire that burned between you. Bowser moved with a confidence that left no room for doubt, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of you as if committing you to memory. “You’re mine,” he growled again, his voice filled with a raw, unfiltered need that left you trembling.
“Always,” you whispered, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pushed you over the edge, his name falling from your lips in a broken cry. The throne room blurred around you, nothing but fire and shadow, heat and Bowser. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, each syllable cracked with the force of your gasps. His strength surrounded you, his hands gripping your thighs, his claws pressing just hard enough to leave a sting you welcomed. “You take everything I give you,” Bowser growled, his teeth grazing your ear, his hot breath a contrast to the cool air of the room. “You’re perfect.” His praise sent shivers down your spine, a mix of heat and something deeper pooling in your chest. Your nails raked over the hard muscles of his arms as your body arched into his, his every move calculated to drive you higher. “I need more,” you gasped, your voice breaking as he smirked against your neck. “Greedy little thing,” he teased, though the roughness of his voice betrayed how much he loved it. He adjusted his angle, pressing even closer, drawing a broken cry from your throat.
“You want more? Take it.” The world narrowed to the two of you—the heat of his touch, the weight of his body, the possessive growl in his voice as he drove you both to the brink. His amber eyes locked onto yours, glowing with a fire that mirrored the one burning in your chest. “I’m yours,” you whispered, your voice trembling with the force of your confession. Bowser stilled for a moment, his expression flickering with something softer, almost reverent. “Damn right you are,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion as he pressed his forehead to yours. When you finally fell apart beneath him, your cries echoing off the stone walls, Bowser followed, his growl deep and guttural as he buried himself in you one last time. His body shuddered, his strength momentarily faltering as the fire between you reached its peak and exploded into a blinding light. The aftermath was a blur of warmth and breathlessness, your bodies tangled together on the throne as you both came down from the high. Bowser’s massive frame surrounded you, his touch softer now as his claws traced lazy patterns along your back.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice still rough but filled with a tenderness that made your chest ache. “You’re not too bad yourself,” you teased, though your voice lacked the strength to carry the usual sass. Bowser chuckled, the sound rumbling through your body as he held you closer. “Not too bad, huh? I think I deserve more than that after… all that.” “Okay, fine,” you said, smiling against his chest. “You’re amazing. The best. Happy?” “Very,” he said, his grin softening as he kissed the top of your head. The room grew quiet, the fiery glow casting long shadows across the stone as you rested against him. Bowser’s hands never stopped moving, his touch a grounding force that kept you tethered to him even as exhaustion pulled at your eyelids. “Hey,” he said softly, tilting your chin up so you could meet his gaze. “You good?” You nodded, your lips curving into a small smile. “Better than good.” His grin widened, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. “You sure know how to keep me on my toes, little one.”
“You love it,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah,” he admitted, his tone softer now. “I do.” Bowser shifted, standing with you still cradled in his arms. He carried you to the balcony, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth of his body. The view of the molten horizon stretched out before you, and for the first time, it didn’t feel intimidating. “It’s beautiful,” you said, leaning into him as he held you close. “It’s better with you here,” he replied, his voice low and filled with sincerity. You tilted your head to look up at him, your heart swelling at the way his gaze softened as it met yours. “I’m not going anywhere, Bowser,” you said, your voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside you. His arms tightened around you, his lips brushing against your forehead. “Good. Because I don’t think I could let you go, even if I wanted to.” The two of you stood there in comfortable silence, the fiery glow of the castle surrounding you like a cocoon. For all the chaos and heat, there was a surprising sense of peace in his arms—a quiet rhythm that felt like home.
The fiery glow of Bowser’s castle began to fade into the quiet hum of contentment as you rested against him, the both of you standing on the balcony overlooking the molten horizon. His claws traced gentle circles along your back, his strength now a source of comfort rather than intimidation. “You’re trouble, you know that?” he muttered, though his tone carried a warmth that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. “You started it,” you replied, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “I just… finished it.” Bowser’s deep laugh rumbled through his chest, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. “You’re lucky I like trouble.” You smiled, leaning into his warmth. For all the chaos that brought you here, this moment felt right—like it was always meant to happen.
Elsewhere…
The Mushroom Kingdom’s castle bustled with tension as Peach paced back and forth, her hands clasped nervously. Luigi sat nearby, fidgeting with his cap, glancing between her and Mario, who lounged in his chair with an unusual calmness. “We have to do something!” Peach insisted, her voice frantic. “She’s been taken! You have to save her, Mario!” Luigi nodded vigorously. “Yeah, bro! Bowser’s probably got her locked up in some crazy dungeon! You need to go now!” Mario glanced up from his snack, raising an eyebrow. “Eh,” he said casually, shrugging. Peach froze mid-pace, her mouth dropping open. “Eh?!” “Eh,” Mario repeated, taking another bite of his sandwich. “She’s not like you, Peach. She’s got… how you say… a temper. I say we wait a day or two. See what happens.” Peach gasped. “Mario! You can’t just—” “Listen, listen,” Mario interrupted, waving a hand lazily. “If she’s mad, Bowser’s the one who’s gonna regret it. You’ve seen her get fired up. She’s probably yelling at him already, and honestly? Kinda curious how this plays out.”
Luigi frowned. “What if she’s in trouble?” Mario gave him a knowing look. “If Bowser’s smart, he won’t try to mess with her. If he’s stupid, well… let’s give it a day and then I’ll go get her. But trust me—she’s not like Peach. She’s got this.” Peach crossed her arms, glaring at him. “And if she doesn’t?” Mario smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Then I’ll swoop in like the hero I am. But something tells me Bowser’s gonna have his hands full.”
Back at Bowser’s castle…
Bowser watched you with a satisfied smirk, his large hand gently cradling your cheek. “What’re you smiling about now, troublemaker?” You grinned up at him, shrugging. “Just imagining Mario showing up tomorrow, ready to ‘save’ me, only to realize I don’t need saving.” Bowser chuckled, his sharp teeth glinting as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. “He’d better not show up too soon. I’m not done with you yet.”
What would I need to do for you to write another bowser related masterpiece/turn the bowser x reader smut into a whole fan fic/continue it and they get married?? How much do you want?
Hmmm… I actually do have a one shot smut between Bowser and female reader :D it has a bit of a back story but the relationship isn’t confirm nor denied that they are married (I like to think they are married lol)
I’m not sure if that is what you’re looking for, but I also do have a fanfic I’ve been writing for a while (I get lazy or I don’t know what to write so it’s been taking me days 😔😔) it’s still not completed but it does have some of that enemies to lovers trope
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