:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : mostly sfw but allusions to nsfw? pontifex vulgora x gn!reader/apprentice, love bites, blood mention.
— A surprisingly good lover? For a warmonger with a serious anger management problem, they’re oddly attentive to your needs and emotions.
— Don’t ever let them hear someone’s hurt your feelings or caused you grief (or mildly inconvenienced you tbh), because they have absolutely no chill when it comes to their partner.
— Vulgora is easily made jealous, and little things can set them off. If you forget to say ‘i love you’ back, or even move away in your sleep, they will be bitchy all day (more than usual).
— They do not like to share! Possessive of their time with you and are very vocal about it.
— Prepare to be covered in all manner of bites and bruises, especially bites— you’ll get equal parts sympathetic and horrified looks while out in public because you look like you’ve been mauled.
— Vulgora’s love language is most definitely physical touch. They thrive on pda, so don’t hesitate to crawl into their lap or hang off their arm anytime you want. They're especially fond of roughhousing with you.
— They live for the attention, and an audience only gives them an excuse to show you off and brag to their colleagues about what an amazing partner they have (“AND THEY DON’T!!!!”)
— Their kisses are as intense and passionate as they are, albeit a clumsy mess of teeth and tongue at first. They kiss you like they want to devour you, overeager to taste you. Your lips will be bruised and often split by their sharp teeth, but they’ll make sure to lick the blood <3
— Dates are rather spontaneous, and more often than not, you’ll be dragged off somewhere without a moment’s notice. Most often to the coliseum, as it’s their usual haunt, but you’ll also find entertainment at the theatre. You wouldn’t think so, but Vulgora quite enjoys theatrical plays. Granted, they favor the gory or tragic kind, but who doesn’t love the thrill of sword fights, murder, and doomed romance?
— Gentleness does not come naturally to Vulgora. They are loud, passionate, and impatient, but they learn to appreciate your softness.
— The soft, stolen touches in the early mornings are counted among their most cherished memories with you. Your fingers toying with their red curls, as they stir, sometimes pretending to be asleep to enjoy your touch without judgment.
— Deep down, in the darkest crevices of themselves, they are afraid you’ll see how weak they really are. What little they remember of their mortal life is tainted by the fear of frailty. Strength is everything to Vulgora, and they pride themselves on being able to protect you.
Author's note: Bit of a different format than usual, just trying something new because of the nature of the characters. It's not much, just some words before headcannons, and it teases the idea of how courtier routes would actually go in game. Question, do you guys think I should do less of the GIFs? Please let me know.
Warnings: The courtiers in general, slight violence mentions in Vulgora's, alcohol in Valerius', Valdemar's has... Valdemar being themself so medical stuff/experiments/sickness. Kinda yandere? Not really explicitly, just close to being there. Cheating is mentioned in Valerius' but it's not you guys, he's just giving out a little gossip on someone.
Descriptions: Relationship headcanons, seperate, with Valerius, Valdemar and Vulgora. Gender Neutral reader
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How did this happen? You remember before, being so... scared of them.
And yet here you were, hands intertwined with theirs, and while it might have just been the slight chill of their skin against your warmth, you couldn't help but feel like something had gone wrong.
Maybe this wasn't supposed to happen. Either way, here you are. What can you do next?
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Vulgora~
-They're aggresive with how they express love for you
-They don't know how else to do it
-That vine with the guy who SCREAMS I LOVE YOU DOG?
-That's them with you
-They won't yell if you don't loud noises, though
-Instead they'll hold you and whisper I love you in your ear, it's weirdly threatening but also cute in a way
-They'll fight anyone who you don't like
-Hold them back please
-They treat you like royalty and expect everyone else to do the same
-The their credit, they would have a very good bedside manner despite everything else about them, they know a lot about fighting. They know what happends when you get hit in certain places, so they have enough knowledge to empathize a bit and take care of you
-Doesn't like kissing, only on special occasions or when you're sad. Otherwise they generally just don't want to.
-Their compliments are only ones that would make sense coming from them.
'I love you'
'I love you too, Vulgora'
'I love you so much I''d stab someone for you'
'I know, darling'
'Can I stab someone for you'
'No, darling'
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Valerius~
-Annoying but in a fun way
-You're never bored around this guy
-He likes bringing you to wine tastings, just likes relaxing with you and drinking together.
-The go-to gift for him too, by the way
-Forget Valentine's Day? Some holiday? Give a bottle of wine to him and he's fine.
-Doesn't like saying much to you, he's more of a gift-giver
-Fool knows how much he's got to use, and he spends a lot on you
-Not nadia levels, nobody could do it like she does, but he does put in a lot for gifts.
-Loves gossiping with you
'Valerius, do you know about the-'
'Yes I know'
'He wasn't there for the birth!'
'Doesn't matter'
'Why?'
'Because it's not even his'
-Any rumor about you he is sure to get rid of, and he would know if there's any. You still don't know how he gets it all, but he knows everything about everyone. Everything.
-Loves vacations with you, going to beaches, maybe to Prakra, anywhere.
-Likes being with you
-Again, doesn't say it much
-But he shows it in his gifts and all the time spent with you
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Valdemar~
-Loves touching you in any way, especially when you're out and about, having an arm around you is a must
-They're possesive, not an overbearing way, they just want to make sure nobody gets in the way
-Doesn't see the point in gifts, but will get you a few every now and then
-They're exquisite, of course
-Just casually do whatever, they bring over a little box and inside is a silk robe and they have no idea why you're so enchanted by it
-It's only what the salesperson said was good for a gift, was it really worth that much to you?
-If you're sick, they're stopping everything they have to do to take care of you
-They're even experiment to find out how to treat you
-Nobody is better than you are to them. Nobody.
-They're honestly mad if anyone tries to flirt with them, how dare they think the can compare to you?
oh god can i ask for Mc having a date with Vulgora? (if you have time and want of course) i love how you write btw!!
Why yes of course you may!! I'm a little rusty, so forgive me 😘
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Vulgora stood outside of MC's living quarters, tapping their toes on the marble floor impatiently. Every now and again, they'd hear movement that sounded like their lovely partner was walking towards the door. But no. Once again, mc is taking forever in their pursuit to look "perfect" for their date with the explosive warlord.
Their first date was incredible, but it didn't start out that way. You see, it all started with bread.
----------first date incoming----------
Mc was having a very nice day. They awoke to gently sun rays and birds and a soft warm wind. They then had a delicious breakfast and a relaxing conversation with Asra, who somehow didn't turn the toast to ash or an icecube. Don't ask. Not even Asra knows, in all their infinite wisdom.
Next was a walk to the market to buy a loaf fresh, sweet, mouthwatering, perfect pumpkin bread. Mc had been looking forward to this all week! They had a few extra bucks to spend after paying rent... Asra.
There it was! The break maker and the pumpkin bread and the no lines! Mc made a beeline for the counter. They were a magician on a mission!
But of course Someone just HAD to be running right towards them.
I'm sorry, Running?
Yeah. No.
Vulgora was flooring it, throwing people and obstacles this way and that! They, too, were on a mission. Valdemar, in a desperate attempt to get Vulgora out of they're hair (horns?) bet Vulgora that they didn't have the "fortitude" to confess their feeling for mc and ask them on a date.
Oh, Valdemar... On bread day? It had to be on bread day?!
Mc heard the commotion and turned to see what was up, only to come face to face. Toe to toe. Eye to eye. Nose to nose with Pontifex Vulgora. They were red in the face and their gauntlets were emitting a shivering sound. Vulgora was producing a chittering noise as they stared into the eyes of their greatest battle yet.
Being emotionally vulnerable.
"MC! I-"
"It's bread day."
"Okay.. BUT LISTEN I-"
"...It. Is. Bread day. There is now a LINE for the bread... You have prevented me from getting MY pumpkin bread on BREAD day..."
Vulgora was very confused. " It's just... Bread. Right?
Mc moved in close, "I CHERISH this bread. I will FIGHT for this bread... I stayed awake and did extra readings so I could PAY for this bread." They pulled out their deck of magic cards. "I haven't slept in THREE. DAYS. For this bread. NO IT ISN'T JUST BREAD! HOW FUCKING D A R E YOU CALL THIS PUMPKIN BREAD JUST BREAD!"
Vulgora paused, fighting the urge to lean forward and kiss this bread maniac at their most beautiful After a moment they took a deep breath and yelled out, "I WILL KILL ANYONE WHO GETS IN THE WAY OF ME BUYING MY DATE BREAD!"
The crowd dispersed and Vulgora stomped up to the shaking baker man. "C-can I h-help you?"
"PUMPKIN BREAD! NOW OLD MAN! THIS IS A TIME SENSITIVE ORDER!" Three loaves of pumpkin bread we're instantly thrown into the pontifex's hands and the bread maker stated, full of fear albeit, that they were on the house.
Vulgora stomped back to mc and shoved one of the loaves into their arms.
Mc looked surprised and confused, "Date?" Is all they could manage to spit out before Vulgora grabbed their hand and began dragging them off in the direction of the colosseum.
"DATE. NOW." Vulgora's face was even redder than before, if that's possible. A couple plague beetles crawled out of the gauntlets, annoyed by the sudden shaking and shivering of the shiny metal.
Soon they were at the colosseum and mc was panting, hands on their knees, from trying their best to keep up with their manic kidnapper. Once mc regained their breath, they stood straight with the fullest intention of scolding Vulgora for making them and dropping one of the loaves. But the anger fell quickly.
They were eyeing Vulgora, who was awkwardly extending their hand towards mc with their gauntlets holding a loaf of pumpkin bread in a vice grip, averting their golden gaze towards the stands. Vulgora began to mumble.
"Wergoinonuhdaynuw."
"... What?"
"WergoinonuhDAYNUH!"
"SPEAK UP DAMN IT!"
"WE'RE GOING ON A DATE NOW! OKAY?! SO! YEAH, DEAL WITH IT, BREAD FREAK!"
Mc was flabbergasted. Not because of Vulgora 'asking' them on a date, but because Vulgora was so shy, so insecure about it.
Mc's cheeks began to burn as they took the loaf and broke it in half, giving one side to their date/kidnapper. "Ya know, if you wanted to go on a date, I would have said yes regardless. Thank you for the pumpkin bread though! No lines are best lines!" Mc giggled and took a bite of the sweet, prophecized, blessed, perfectly baked pumpkin bread, immediately 'mmm'ing and 'its so fucking good'ing.
Vulgora watched, in absolute awe. Mc would have gone with them willingly? How can they be so calm about it? Aren't they scared? Did they want to go on a date? Is Vulgora gonna smash?
But all those questions disappeared when mc opened their eyes and smiled so happily at the pontifex, making their way over and kissing their cheek. "This is very sweet, Vulgora. What did you want to do on our date?" Without missing a beat, Vulgora grabbed mc and hugged them with surprising gentleness, giving them a tight squeeze before go.
"I'm gonna give you the grand tour of my armory!" They announced proudly, chest puffed and throat chittering.
"Sounds like fun! You'll have to tell me everything about them and all their stories!"
To say Vulgora was relieved would be a massive understatement. Not only were they relieved, but they were incredibly excited to show off for an audience that seemed even more excited than they did!
Thank you Valdemar, for being annoyed with Vulgora and making this bet.
Consider reader tending to Vulgora's wounds after a long day and therefore seeing them shirtless for the first time. I headcanon them to be very thick and full of scars, so that would be quite the sight 🫢 Not to mention the ego boost they'd get from seeing reader being shy about about staring 'cuz dayum 😳
hope you don’t mind i took some creative liberties w this one, had a similar idea to yours :)
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Tending to Vulgora’s wounds
“Hold still, idiot.” The pontifex refused to let you get too close, which only made their wounds worse. The last thing you’d expected to wake up to was pontifex Vulgora at your room in palace after they failed to make it to their own chambers. Yet here they were, continuously pushing you away and being very frustrating.
“Stay away from me, magician.” They growled, stubborn as ever. “I don’t want your- weird magic tricks.” Beginning to lose your patience, you pointed at the gash in their stomach. You chose not to question anything when a red beetle crawled out, it wasn’t the time to be confused or weirded out. “That’s bleeding, quite a lot too. If you were okay, you wouldn’t have collapsed like this. You need to let me heal you, or it will get worse.”
The pontifex didn’t seem too convinced, but eventually they had to give in. They removed their hand from their stomach, allowing you to access the actual wound. “I’m going to take your shirt off, is that okay?” It’s not like you had an option anyway, but you wanted to let them know. Once Vulgora nodded, you took their garments off, revealing several old battle scars. Their hands were rough and calloused, contrary to the rest of their courtiers, most likely from battling. Despite being on the shorter side, they were quite muscular.
Vulgora’s efforts to hide a smirk on their face were pretty useless. “What are you staring at, magician?” Once you realised they’d noticed you staring, you got back to work. “I have a name, you know?” They didn’t answer, simply letting out a huff. “Magician is better anyway.” You couldn’t help but smile. When they weren’t yelling, they almost seemed decent.
It didn’t take you long to clean the wound up, it was deep, but not lethal. “I’m going to use magic to heal it, alright?” Vulgora gave you a dirty look. “Aren’t you doing that already? Hurry up!” You let out a long sigh. “Magic takes time, I needed to prepare the wound first. Be patient.” Your stern answer seemed to be enough to shut them up, they didn’t expect any authority to come from you.
You closed your eyes and focused all your energy on the wound, running your fingers through it. Slowly but surely, it began to close, leaving no trace. You felt yourself get dizzy after using magic, but it seemed to work. Vulgora caught you in their strong arms right before you fell, the two of you ending up in each other’s arms. For a moment, they were distracted, staring at you with an expression you didn’t recognise. You couldn’t be sure because of the time it was, but you could swear you saw their face turn slightly red.
“Um… you can let me go now.” Only then they seemed to realise they’d been clinging to you, so they got up abruptly. “Hey- slow down! You’ve lost a lot of blood-“ But they were out the door. You were ready to just get up and go to bed, but the door cracked open, Vulgora with their clothes bundled up in their hands. “…thanks, magician.”
A fic where you and a very dominant Vulgora have some public bdsm sex in a palace corridor.
Word count: 1392
You let out a small 'mmph' as Vulgora shoves you against a wall, the cold metal of their gauntlets pricking your hips through your clothes.
Despite your multiple suggestions of finding a more secluded area, they had simply dragged you down one of the palace's smaller corridors, the bright moonlight streaming through a window rendering both of you utterly visible to any unlucky passer-by.
Teasing the Pontifex had been risky from the start.
Although your touches throughout the evening were feather-light, they had riled Vulgora up to the point of madness, a fervent hunger building in their eyes.
You had especially loved how furiously they glared at you each time your fingertips skimmed their thigh, even as their cheeks reddened.
By the time you were able to leave, the demon had been on the verge of panting.
'I've been waiting for this for fucking hours,' they growl, breath hot against your ear.
Their scorching lips are on yours immediately in a bruising kiss, no semblance of the restraint they had shown earlier in the day.
Rough and hot, their tongue violates the inside of your mouth, the dizzying sensation almost intense enough to distract you from their roaming hands.
Metal claws dig into your thighs, Vulgora's hands groping wherever they pleased, creating a steady throb at your core.
Yet Vulgora's touches are harsh, their aggression bubbling to the surface.
'You think you can just toy with me, mortal? You really think that YOU'RE the one in control?'
A rough stroke between your legs sends your head spinning.
'N-No.' You can hardly speak, and they are only getting started with you.
You barely notice their other hand creeping up your body until it circles around your neck, the metal of Vulgora's gauntlets an icy sting. They press down slightly.
'Huh, well it sure as fuck didn't seem like it earlier', the Pontifex snarls, furious.
Their glower would be enough to send anyone with an ounce of self-preservation running for the hills, but your arousal clouds your judgement- as usual.
'I'm... Sorry..'
After that panted out apology, you realize that all of your earlier courage had vanished. Vulgora is finally in control once more- just as they like it.
They chuckle, triumphant.
All of a sudden, Vulgora roughly flips you around, your hands pressing against the wall while they continue to choke you, arm snaked around your body, keeping you flush against them. Meanwhile, their free hand grabs at your ass cheeks, sharp claws scratching your skin. But the pain only enhances your arousal.
You could tell they were hard even before the demon grinds their hips against your ass, their length rubbing against you roughly through their skirts. With how stiff it feels, you are surprised Vulgora hadn't shoved their cock inside you yet.
You push your ass towards them, earning a low growl.
'Hah, you want it so bad, don't you slut?'
The cockiness of the question is undermined by the Pontifex's heavy breathing, their evident arousal turning you on even more.
Despite their attempts to hide it, Vulgora seems out of control, desperate.
Blood rushes to your cheeks from the tightening squeeze of the gauntlet gripping your throat. Your core aches.
Both excitement and terror fill you, as you recognise that anyone could walk in and see you submitting to Vulgora as their huge bulge grinds against you.
Slick soaks through your clothes with each one of their ruts.
Without warning, your pants and underwear are unceremoniously yanked off, Vulgora's claws tearing holes in the fabric in their haste to expose your ass. Clearly the prospect of being caught isn't affecting them as much as you.
You hiss sharply as a metal-covered finger swipes at your entrance, the gauntlet's frigid temperature stinging your sensitive skin.
Vulgora pulls the digit back, growling in delight; presumably the metal is suitably covered in your juices.
The sound of shifting fabric scarcely reaches your ears before their tip breaches you, inhumanly thick, the hand around your neck shaking slightly. The Pontifex is clearly as aroused as you are.
Your walls clench down in pleasure as Vulgora slides their cock deeper, each inch slipping in slowly- despite how desperately Vulgora is stuffing it inside you.
The demon moans in earnest now, finally satisfied.
'F-FUCK, It feels so good-', Vulgora manages to stammer out breathily, a hand braced on the wall next to yours, their chest heaving against your back.
Just as you begin to adjust to their girth, you hear your name, whispered in disbelief from down the dimly lit corridor. You become acutely aware of your clothes pooled uselessly on the floor as you turn to see a familiar red-haired maid. Humiliation fills you, stuttered words dying against your lips. Vulgora lets out a snarl behind you.
'YOU BETTER FUCK OFF RIGHT NOW, OR I'LL BREAK YOUR FACE.'
That sends Portia scurrying, the mortified servant mumbling hasty apologies; she is likely as embarrassed as you. You hope she doesn't mention it later.
Despite the interruption, Vulgora was still deep inside you, their cock hard and twitching with anticipation. You stifle a whimper as it is slowly pulled out of you, until just the tip is inside, the demon muttering angrily about how nobody else should be watching you in this state.
An unexpected thrust rams their entire length into you, almost shoving you into the wall- Vulgora's grip on your throat holding you in place. A loud moan escapes your lips, your slick coating every inch of their member as it slides back out.
'You're mine', their scorching breath heats the back of your neck as the Pontifex slams their hips towards you violently, as if to punctuate their statement. The friction makes your legs quiver.
'And I'm the only one allowed to see you like this.'
They thrust again. And again.
Each time brings you closer to climax, a burning ache swiftly building in your core, your moans sounding over Vulgora's animalistic growls.
Dizziness washes over you after your neck receives a sudden squeeze, the action as dominant and possessive as the way they are fucking you. You are close, juices smothering Vulgora's dick, allowing it to pound into you at an overwhelming speed.
'Yeah.. You're all mine.. And I can do whatever I want to you.'
Heat rises to your cheeks from the lack of oxygen, intoxicating lightheadedness mingling with ecstacy to force you over the edge.
Finally, you come around the demon's cock, wet walls clenching down on the length as it continues to drill in and out of your hole. Desperate, euphoric moans sound down the hallway.
Weak and trembling from pleasure, your legs threaten to collapse.
Yet Vulgora continues to fuck you- drawing out your orgasm- even as overstimulation sends you into an exhausted daze. You know they will only stop after they cum.
Luckily for you, their feral grunts are bouncing off the walls in abundance- signalling their nearing orgasm- the hand on your neck keeping you upright and secured in place. Held still for them to fuck as they please.
Wallpaper shreds under Vulgora's claws, their thrusts becoming harsh and sloppy, your still twitching insides bringing them to their own climax.
With one final, blissful groan, Vulgora empties their balls inside of you, their length remaining sheathed within your hole. Wave after wave of molten cum washes over your abused insides, trickling down your thighs as the Pontifex tries to catch their breath.
After a few moments, Vulgora slips their cock out, causing a copious amount of cum to rush out of you, pooling on the marble floor. Your cheeks heat with embarrassment at the sticky mess.
Yet exhaustion stops you from attempting to clean it, your eyelids drooping slightly as you lean back against Vulgora's chest. Their arms wrap around you, the demon leaning forward to give the crook of your neck an uncharacteristically soft kiss.
After helping you regain partial decency- your heavily ripped pants aren't the most concealing- the Pontifex picks you up bridal-style, their strong arms effortlessly supporting you.
You drift in and out of slumber as Vulgora carries you through the deserted palace, your head resting against the soothing warmth of their chest. After a while, you arrive at your room, Vulgora gently placing you down on the plush bed, before laying down next to you, arms wrapped tight around your exhausted form.
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@vulgorafanclub here you go lmao (and yeah I wish there was more vulgora stuff too ://)
The courtiers reaction to finding out MC’s been drawing them (like an entire sketchbook worth of portraits?) and when confronted about it, they blurt out they thought they were beautiful and couldn’t help themselves? And MC’s all embarrassed about it because they weren’t supposed to find out? If you’re swarmed with requests, you can ignore this. 💦💦 | Hope you’re having a good day tho!!
I'm taking 1000 years to answer but HERE I AM
Valdemar
they are both surprised and pleased that you think of them so highly
they're used to being called a monstrosity, but beautiful? not so much
they'll tease you for your obsession for them because they are who they are
expect your sketchbook to be fully analyzed while they compliment your technique
Vlastomil
he feels blessed
he's a demon dating an angel niw he's sure of that
will immediately shower you in compliment about your talent and say that he should be the one drawing you
he's a blushing mess
he will probably sneak in your drawer to look at your drawings again
Volta
a blushing stuttering mess
you're worried she's going to faint
she starts CRYING
'' I have never been loved like this before''
heart : broken
you hug her and pepper her face in kisses
Vulgora
big boost to their ego
they're proudly going through your sketchbook admiring themself and gloating in your words
they'll be grinning the entire time
expect a rough kiss followed by... closed door business
Valerius
he's the incarnation of Vanity
he knows he's stunning
so why is he blushing like a schoolgirl?
he just looks at you, speechless and with wide eyes
ah, it's because it's not only his looks you love about him, right?
will take you in his arms while telling you how much he adores you
