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I want to bring back my demon oc Queen Antares...

but i feel like she'd just be forgotten again

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I return with a legendary post

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She could hear it all. This arena was a killing grounds. Survive. Prevail. Victory or Death. Kill or be Killed. You would only get so far if you tried to be nice. Kindness would not work here. The accommodations are fine, she's gone without more than what is given now. She already knows what she must aim for. No doubt she will encounter all types of demons but she has fought gods and devils alike. She will see to it that she survives. Not for herself. For her family. She has to. She must.

It is only when that door closes does she bring her brother close. Ensuring that they cannot be heard does she whisper her plan. "He will show you like a trophy no doubt, hiding your face but you must not try to lunge into the arena. I cannot save you if they decide you are to be 'punished'." A shudder rips through her body at that. She doubts she'd survive well if she were in MK's place. She doubts he'd last long. Wukong has shielded his innocence, in here? It could be his undoing. "I...I...am not going to be myself when I go in there. I hope you know that. Its...it's not me. That will not be me i just-"

"....I can't let you die. No matter what. Your death would change me forevermore. What I can assure you is that I WILL reach the top. I will reach so far that they will depend on what I bring to the table. Understand?" She dare not say that she looked forward to fighting. After trying to stray from it for so long, a part of her screamed in some raw feral excitement for the chance to kill without consequences.

"I will win. For you. For us. So please...if you can. Try with that...whatever he calls it- astral thingy- just....don't make it obvious. Don't push yourself." A quiet sigh. "I can handle this. More than I like to admit. These are the conditions I was raised in."

No say in how he appears publicly. No doubt they were going to dress him up. The thought reaffirmed in her mind as she can only keep her composure on the outside. On the inside, she was beginning to wonder how delectable alligator meat was if it was sold for such a high price. Atleast his face won't be shown. The last thing they needed was the bull family somehow seeing this, or heavens forbid it somehow made media above. Though she highly doubted anyone would really be paying attention to the trophy and more to the fight. It's no question that her claws are flexing if only because of her ache to fight. To vent this rage onto some poor sap who dreams of victory. She will squash all hopes and dreams her enemies have. She will become the very name that those two had once called her. Perhaps someone called MK it?

A Harbinger of Chaos.

"....Yes. Though If you plan to throw me in the arena. Give me atleast someone who can take a hit." They wanted a show. She'd give a show. However she wants it to be something like a death sentence to any newbie. To prove she wasn't. These people did not know what a cat h they had gotten but she'd put her skills to work. All of what she learned was to be put to work. If only that she agrees for MK. For survival. To prevail. Nothing else matters. No one else matters besides MK. She would sacrifice all she was for his survival. She would get him home.

So she goes. The bonds are changed and she can feel her magic hum before they're restrained. Precaution of course. Yet it's not like she's putting up a fight. However she doesn't allow herself to be removed from MK's side. Her tail slowly reaching out and wrapping around his arm as a clear sign she had no intentions of that happening now. She knew how area's played out. Yet she can say this to her brother.

"I wish you had not the sight to see what will come."

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I still laugh over the fact the hackers made ao3 finally get security.

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The way he cries out for him. The way he breathes so heavily as pleasure ripples through him. He wants to make him come undone. He wants to send him over the edge so wonderfully and yet he wants to keep that spell down. Even still, if he uses it he's sure to send him over the edge. He wanted to draw it out for just a little longer. Letting his tongue drag under the shaft of the others throbbing cock as he pulls back. Fangs on display a bit as he hums. Making sure to deepthroat him again as he enjoys this moment. The faint taste he can get, the way Wukong's cock twitches each time his tongue runs over the tip. How he gazes down at him as if begging for more. He doesn't let the other move but...

Damn it all if his own insistent arousal wasn't kicking at him. Even he could smell it now, he's sure if he pressed his thighs together he'd be able to feel how slick he was. The scent alone feels like at this point it'll drive him ragged, he can only imagine what it's doing to Wukong. Yet even still he persists in blatantly denying himself. Denying Wukong of touching him. He has no plans of tending to himself or letting Wukong do so. The way his shadows snatch at the others tail when it runs down the side of his waist is proof enough. Pulling it back to its original placement behind the other. He won't let him touch.

"No. This is about you~ Not me~" Even if his body whines and screams for it. As if screaming at him for neglecting it for so long, as if desperate for something. He knows no matter what he does he will never be able to satisfy himself. Even if he dove into downright crazy things. A soft huff escaping when the shadows strain to keep him back. "Impatient are we? You want to stain my throat white do you?" A soft hum escaping as he fully takes the other down his throat. Gently sucking here and there before beginning to pull back, at the same time letting the edges of that spell begin before he snags the other with it.

He doesn't even hesitate with it. Already turning it to the max just so the other cries out in bliss. He wants to drown him in pleasure. He can wait another week. Popping off with a wet noise as trails of saliva are left, lips almost looking glossy. He doesn't hesitate to take him all the way back down again. This time remaining as he knows what's coming. The way the other's cock throbs and twitches is an indication. The faint swelling. He ever slightly lowers himself, letting his head tip back slightly. What he didn't know was that the shadows had begun to slowly peel away from the other due to the heat. His claws begun to be freed.

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Dusk when he sees someone being mean to children

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He senses great danger...

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There were times he hated the scent of lilac but now? That rich scent of his own, that bled through the lavender he smothered himself with almost everyday in attempts to keep it down. He lets it be known. He lets Wukong know just how much he's aroused by all of this. Instead? He continues to neglect him from being able to help. He won't until the other is nothing but feral. He wants to see him come undone. He wants to see what happens when he pushes this man to the limit. Teeth sinking around the edges of the mark as his tongue drags across it. Only then do the shadows wrap firmly around the golden simian, restraining the great sage and snagging him back against the wall. Forcing him to let go of his hair (even if his body craved the touch) He gets down on his knees. Gently mouthing the tip of the other's erect peeking so much through his pants. Not hesitating to keep jerking him off until he gets to the breaking point and stops. This time fabric rips as he tears the pants and boxers off.

"Just like that~" The low coo towards the other, so needy for him and he's barely started. Was the other truly that pent up? Makes sense given they haven't done it for a while. Other things kept coming up either way. A soft note before he gets down on his knees. Shadows firmly wrapping around the other's limbs and torso to restrain him. The claws of the shadows dug into his hips to keep him from moving. "You're already dripping for me~" Not like his own undergarments weren't probably going to be soaked soon. He could feel his own blatant arousal.

It doesn't matter. Ignoring it and refusing to let Wukong help would no doubt drive the other up a wall hopefully. Lips opening as his tongue drags on the underside of the other's erect cock's shaft. Making sure to lean forward and lightly kiss the tip of the head before closing his lips around it. Letting his tongue swirl around it before slowly pulling off it with a wet pop, letting the sight be engraved into the other's memory. He wanted him to watch. Going so far as to let the edges of his fangs lightly drag here and there, making sure to be gentle. Until finally he takes the entire head into his mouth. Eagerly sucking him off. Forgoing gentle to continue to be rough. The other seemed to love it so much. No doubt that it helped with some troublesome nerves.

"Mmm~" Slowly taking inch by inch down his throat. He continues at the slow but rough pace. Wanting to draw it out of him. He wasn't done hearing him scream.

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Everyone just wants a piece of him today.

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A loud note escapes him when the rock appears so abruptly. Ears slightly pinning back for a moment due to the loud noise. He does give a small gasp when the other so easily plucks him from the earth like a daisy. Cheeks burn with heat as it races through his body. Nerves coming to life at so easily being manhandled. Especially in a situation like this. When you've been powerful so much and held power over others weaker than you, being manhandled so easily by someone twice your height and in power is incredibly attractive. He isn't afraid to admit that either. A soft coo escaping him as he's placed on the rock.

Especially when they're so gentle. Able to no doubt cleave the entire hillside if so deemed and yet here he was tending to him. Touching him like he was a glass rose amongst the real ones. Fragile yet....beautiful. A soft note escaping him when the other gets so close to that area. Claws raising to gently steady at the other's shoulders as he exhales. There is fear of course, fear of the unknown. Especially given everything about this. However...

It only adds more to the thrill and his own arousal. Gently do his claws move to trace through the other's mane of hair. It's soft. Easily able to trace his fingers through the locks as he hums. Eye glancing down at the other (when had that glamor dropped. Nope. Putting it back up.) when he speaks. That purr threatens to rattle his entire body as he moves his other leg, slightly spreading himself before the other. Letting him have a front row seat to something he's never allowed anyone else. A soft purr in the depths of his own chest.

"Don't hesitate to be rough if you want to." A silent plead. He wanted the other to be rough, gods did he desire it. Especially with being able to hear just how tense the muscles were in some area's. No doubt having a form of restraint he wanted to break.

"Not my fault it takes a real man to impress me."

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Legos except they’re not actually legos anymore

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Stomach has me down atm and feeling super tired so I'm not writing much.

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"It is."

Gently does he focus on this wild magic the other owned. It's potential is insane and he'd quite frankly want to test a few things later. To make sure he didn't accidentally bring the mountain down on everyone somehow...or worse. Either way at the moment to be able to feel the chill his own body radiated? Compared to Wukong's warmth it was clearly intense. A soft hum escaping as he takes this moment to see what he looked like to others. That white fur that was charred black, almost like a dual tone. Those colored stars of scars that have healed, ranging in severity of them. He does however pause, easily taking hold of his own face to peer a little closer. Golden eyes squinted a bit as his tail ticks away behind him ever slightly.

He must be seeing things. He has to be. Yet maybe he isn't, that faint sparkles of black near the edges of that horrific scar that dominated the right side of his face, especially along the edges of what remained of the right set of ears. Little black stars were starting to form which meant it was actually beginning to heal. An amused note leaves him as he releases his grip. Making sure he'd atleast gotten it to where the other could breathe easier. Still he can see the numerous amounts of damage to his body and how...just how out of place it seemed. A huff escaping as he glances away.

"Hopefully it'll end soon. You said you had something to tell me before that little...incident."

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“Wukong! Stop trying to breathe so deeply!”

Wanting to shake the other, he relents. If Wukong wanted to pass away he could sure manage it with not breathing properly! Sure it- it was so much easier than the shuddering inhales he was taking. Even if this body didn’t need to breathe he wasn’t not going to. He couldn’t afford to stop doing something that came naturally to him, especially if he was going to end up back in his body. However at this point Wukong was going to hyperventilate and end up suffocating himself at this point. That’s not good and all he can recall is what the other’s done for him on occasion.

Except. That means tapping into Wukong’s power. That type of power. The complete opposite of his own and much more volatile in this moment. He feels so warm, he feels safe for once and he can just breathe. He doesn’t feel like he’s suffering the entire time and slowly does he take away his claws from the other’s ears now- his ears- whatever. It didn’t matter given one side was still pratically dead and the empty socket of an eye. Gently does he trace the edges of his claws down before resting them at the other’s throat gently. Even the natural heat helped a lot but being able to see it from an outside perspective for once. He can see the faint blue sheen in the depths of his throat, can see all the horrid damage that coats his body. He’s not focused on putting up glamors, even though that’s the easiest to do to spare Wukong’s mentality in this moment. He’ll look at the scars of this body later, see which ones he hasn’t seen yet and probably stamp a note to the other’s bed of reminding him he’s a natural wonder again. For now, closing his eyes and focusing, brows furrowed.

It’s a raging fire, burning in the depths of the other accompanied by a sea of magic that hasn’t simmered, it’s powerful. Much more powerful than his own frail one that he knows acts like his heart now thanks to her. Evenbstill, slowly does he follow the edges of that magic, it wants to light him ablaze, tempting him to snuff out what had hurt him. There was rage, there was so many powerful things in here.

Then….there was her. Scowling when he senses the edges of her presence still in the other, one day he would snuff it out. One day he’d wipe the other clean like he promised he’d do for him. For now, that would have to wait. It’s like a surging river through his veins, reminding himself to cut back incredibly much, even more than he usually does as he can see the way the other’s muscles relax against the heat. Making sure it’s not unbearable but high enough to start melting the ice, to allow the other to breathe more. Giving the other insight into just how much it helped, how much it saved him sometimes from loosing his voice.

It’s a minor victory but a victory all the same and he’ll take it. Perhaps he’s only fairing so well in the other’s body because he’s used to worse conditions.

“Told you this helps more than you know.”

That and even if his claws weren’t exactly lukewarm, it would never hurt. Being frozen cold so much, his body craved the natural heat that was constantly robbed from it.

“S-Sorry, I — “

It was hard, having not had to breath for centuries upon centuries — it was such a foreign thing not to him. Plus, the ice that coated the other’s insides did not help matters in the slightest. Trying to breath hurt, his chest feeling constricted more and more as he tried to get air into his lungs. This was what Dusk struggled with everyday? It drove the Great Sage’s need even more now to secure a way to heal him of this. To give his beloved a chance to be happy and not suffer such agony.

Course, that would have to wait till this new problem was resolved. Hoping that the spell that had been casted on them both wouldn’t be permanent — that it would fade in a couple days and not require a counter spell to dispel it from them both. Ugh, that would be a pain. Especially right now when they each had to learn to adapt to the body they were trapped in. Dusk would probably have a better time than him — something he was thankful for, he’d suffer if it meant the other simian could feel good for a change. 

Pausing in his thoughts when he felt claws tenderly trace down from where they had been clamped against those six-ears traveling to his throat. A soft shiver running through his being as he felt heat encasing his throat in the moment. Lightly gasping and small hint of a whine as he soaked up the temperature, leaning into the touch. It was soothing in so many ways — the cold slowly loosening it’s grip on his throat and chest. Allowing air to flow more naturally into him even if his breathing was still not what one would call normal. Doing his best to find a rhythm in the moment.

“S-So, this is what it feels like?”

A soft not of a purr started to rumble to life in his chest, content right now. Course, he couldn’t completely relax right now — not with the situation that they were in at present but right now? He just enjoyed the tenderness and the freedom to catch his breath. Leaning more and more into the other’s claws, now understanding why Dusk loved this so much.

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It's hard. It's so hard to try and block out the noises threatening to overwhelm him and drag him down into the Abyss where he often found himself in each and every night. Could he find peace past the terrors? The past that continued to haunt. He wanted to rip his own damn ears off at this rate. Screw what was healing, fuck it, get it away- get it all away. He nearly snaps at the other for just touching him, straining against common sense and logic to silence emotions. Teeth gritting as fangs drag across one another. Tail lashing behind him and twisting upon itself here and there.

"....I know..." He does. He does know. Sunny interacted with him far more. Sunny cared about his cuts and bruises. He cared even more about the battles that couldn't be seen by the naked eye. He nutured his broken core and started helping him find his footing. He'd sworn him a place of peace. He'd sworn his safety. So far, he was upholding on that. What others couldn't manage, didn't manage...he was finding it here. Somehow he was managing that it was just that he was struggling with the fact it could be real. He could be safe somewhere. That he could really have this. A possible future where he was still alive, would live. That...nothing would transpire. Except it's not hard to tell what the other is saying through the headphones. They helped a great deal but they would never truly hide the voices of time itself from him. No matter what he couldn't find a way to silence those.

Exhaling slowly as he can see the other trembling. He slowly lets his tail wrap around one of his arms, gently moving it so he may grasp it. To serve as an anchor despite all that was going on. Between his paranoia and Sunny's desperate attempts to help him. Yet the eyes were like windows to the soul. That Sunny was terrified. Terrified for him perhaps?

"....I know." Grip slightly tightening. Refusing to let him pull away. "....You are fine...the way you are is okay. I know...you are trying and...." Dare he say it. Could he swallow that self made pride? Yeah. He could. For Sunny. "I'm...sorry I just keep making things difficult I guess."

The other freezes up, the edges of glamors flickering and for a moment he finds his grip relaxing ever slightly. That peek at coral fur, the peek at what had earned him that nickname from the other. His grip slowly loosening as his ears just slightly perk. Bristled fur that rippled with magic, hiding a sight he could never find repulsive. Was it fair that he couldn't hide what he had wanted from the other? That a bond was starting to form and he couldn't even remotely seem to start to understand this strained red thread that kept clutching at the edges of his claws at night when the other was actually asleep.

A loud grunt escaping him, torn free with ease and effortlessly thrown to the side, a startled note escaping him as he tries to grip onto one of the trees in passing. Huffing when the sleeve of his outfit tears slightly. The momentum was strong but gentle considering it was from Sunny of all people. Barely landing on his feet, soles digging into dirt as he skids back a few feet. Tail lashing behind him and attempting to serve for more balance. As if on instinct he tears the segment of cloth off that's proving more of a nuisance. One leg drifting back as both claws raise, fully extended and ready to grip for a counterattack. He waits. The other seems like he needs a moment before continuing.

Actually...he doesn't seem intent on continuing. Infact the other had frozen up as soon as he'd grabbed his tail. Must have been a weak spot for him just like some others probably. Not that he didn't think about doing it again if the other started annoying him here and there. Might be humorous to see him drop like a stack of bricks. Head tilting slightly at the question as he tries to think. Why the other had frozen up of course. It takes a moment for his war sporadic to catch up on everything and his fur bristles all at once. Ears faintly shimmering as he can hear it.

This one has a stronger bond. Even more than what you would believe.

Of course. Of course history would begin to repeat itself. In the presence of even a fragment of Wukong he was such an idiot. He couldn't. Not again. A faint huff escaping him as he looked unsettled. The voices of the past rear their ugly heads as he doesn't even give an answer to the other. Gotta get away, far from the other. It keep them both safe. He couldn't let that happen again. It's like the worlds moving too fast but nor fast enough at the same time. Everything in him screams to run.

This time I'll tell him! I promise Ba!

Whispers of a naive idiot. How stupid he had been once, unintentionally starting to fall back into that again no doubt. Wukong had that effect on people. Ears slightly lowering as the shadows darken over the simian, claws slowly lowering to his sides. Casting his auric death glare down to the ground below. Staring at this red fabric, a thin line thats scorched and torn, yet it's trailed close to the other. Like the edges of something flickering, wanting more. He can't indulge in this any longer. He shouldn't.

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The other freezes up, the edges of glamors flickering and for a moment he finds his grip relaxing ever slightly. That peek at coral fur, the peek at what had earned him that nickname from the other. His grip slowly loosening as his ears just slightly perk. Bristled fur that rippled with magic, hiding a sight he could never find repulsive. Was it fair that he couldn't hide what he had wanted from the other? That a bond was starting to form and he couldn't even remotely seem to start to understand this strained red thread that kept clutching at the edges of his claws at night when the other was actually asleep.

A loud grunt escaping him, torn free with ease and effortlessly thrown to the side, a startled note escaping him as he tries to grip onto one of the trees in passing. Huffing when the sleeve of his outfit tears slightly. The momentum was strong but gentle considering it was from Sunny of all people. Barely landing on his feet, soles digging into dirt as he skids back a few feet. Tail lashing behind him and attempting to serve for more balance. As if on instinct he tears the segment of cloth off that's proving more of a nuisance. One leg drifting back as both claws raise, fully extended and ready to grip for a counterattack. He waits. The other seems like he needs a moment before continuing.

Actually...he doesn't seem intent on continuing. Infact the other had frozen up as soon as he'd grabbed his tail. Must have been a weak spot for him just like some others probably. Not that he didn't think about doing it again if the other started annoying him here and there. Might be humorous to see him drop like a stack of bricks. Head tilting slightly at the question as he tries to think. Why the other had frozen up of course. It takes a moment for his war sporadic to catch up on everything and his fur bristles all at once. Ears faintly shimmering as he can hear it.

This one has a stronger bond. Even more than what you would believe.

Of course. Of course history would begin to repeat itself. In the presence of even a fragment of Wukong he was such an idiot. He couldn't. Not again. A faint huff escaping him as he looked unsettled. The voices of the past rear their ugly heads as he doesn't even give an answer to the other. Gotta get away, far from the other. It keep them both safe. He couldn't let that happen again. It's like the worlds moving too fast but nor fast enough at the same time. Everything in him screams to run.

This time I'll tell him! I promise Ba!

Whispers of a naive idiot. How stupid he had been once, unintentionally starting to fall back into that again no doubt. Wukong had that effect on people. Ears slightly lowering as the shadows darken over the simian, claws slowly lowering to his sides. Casting his auric death glare down to the ground below. Staring at this red fabric, a thin line thats scorched and torn, yet it's trailed close to the other. Like the edges of something flickering, wanting more. He can't indulge in this any longer. He shouldn't.

Even with the other using strength against him, he'll respond in turn with his own. Even as his tense muscles ache a bit, he hasn't done this I some time. Using his actual strength. Gripping tightly onto the other as he continues. Claws digging for purchase into the other's clothing, struggling for a grip until he could push back up against the other. For now other less pleasant thoughts are pushed aside in favor of twisting his body, forcing the other to crash down into the dirt next to him. Arms firmly wrap around the other as he proceeds to drag him down further, pushing against the dirt with all his strength to flip them.

That would have worked had they not started rolling down the faint incline again. Trying to keep them from hitting anything besides the ground on the bottom as he manages to- by some miracle- end up ontop of the other again. Chest faintly heaving as he has him on his front this time, trying to restrain his arms behind his back and tail wrapping around the other's to restrain it. He's not letting him use the limb to try and pull that stunt again.

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"I haven't kissed you yet today~"

"And I said. Not until I finish my coffee."

A single finger pushes against the mask, pressing a bit of strength into it which sends it pressing back to the other's face, watching as he tumbles out of the chair he'd been precariously. A small snort escaping him at the indignified note that leaves the other. Tail wrapping around one leg to atleast keep him from rolling away as he takes a prolonged sip of his coffee. Sighing as he slowly pushes the cup to the side before leaning down just enough to press a kiss to the other's forehead.

"There. Your kiss of the day." And then proceeds to go back to his coffee.