#darius oc

Commission for @shandoratheexplorer. Her tav Rolim and @amaidienfishienfishi 's Durge Darius.

What can I say? I'd give my life for Rolim and Darius....

I also made Darius just cause

Darius simply snaps and Nevan is up

WOHEO Masterlist cw: hypnosis, pet whump, servant whump

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“Mmmnn…” Malak hummed lightly, the brush of fingers frolicking through his curls stirring him from heavy, weightful sleep. Curling into the embrace of stuffed toys and blankets that scattered his body, his cheek deepened it’s succumb into his cloud soft bed.

His master, with care and delicacy, crawled beside him, hands trailing over the cusps of his plump skin. “Wakey, wakey, love.” They whispered, lips nearly kissing his ear, spreading over with the warmth of their breath.

“Mmmngh… mmm…” he groaned, shifting further to drowsy comfortability, rather than their call of consciousness.

Adrastus giggled, sweet and soft, a song that swept through his open ears. “So silly, you. Sleepy boy. Sleepy, sleepy… alas, we must awaken for the night. A pity, really.” They circled his cheek, touch following to a path down to his belly. 

“Nngh…” He flopped over and onto his back, allowing them full range to rub the flesh of his plush stomach. They slithered around him, smile kind and entrancing. Drool beads dribbled from the corners of his upturning lips as he snuggled into them.

“You mustn’t truly get up just yet, baby. Just allow your little mind to unfold from sleep.” They murmured, settling their head atop his own, and nuzzling against his cheek, only eliciting more quiet purrs out from his lips.

For what felt like an eternity they whispered supple, magical mumbles through one ear and out the other, honeydew coos that graced his mind with cotton candy clouds. Malak wished he would never have to get up, and his master would just allow him to simmer in bliss for a lifetime. 

Really, they did.

…

Only one single chime of an- his-  insistent, ringing bell was needed to stir Nevan’s mind from drooping unconsciousness in that of an instant, ripping him quick out of slumber. Breath hitching, he lifted from the cushion that was his bed, frame swaying with drowsy dizziness as he neatly clasped his palms together. Master, master, master, his mind shrieked, obeying dutifully to the call of the bell.

“Up.” His master commanded, towering below the doorway, an elegantly green robe tied perfectly around his slender waist.

Nevan blinked slowly, adjusting to the world around him. Admittedly he should’ve been immediately up and ready to go, should have been much used to the repetition of their morning routine. “Sure, um, Mas… ter…” he stumbled, wiping at his eyes and yawning with casualty as he shifted to kneeling.

Frown firming, Darius grimaced with tense disapproval. “Again.”

“Yes, Master.” The words rolled right from the thrall’s swift tongue, no hesitancy blocking the way of his speech. Nevan made a beeline to his feet, resuming his expected position. 

He couldn’t believe he had been so insolent. So unforgivably and disgustingly disrespectful. Toward his master, no less. Yawning? Sure? His master even had to wake him up himself!

Darius’ is most definitely my FAV

instead ardy places them "tall up on a shelf" (nightstand) but Darius is like 💫🥲 so he doesn't even think it really isn't that high he just has to get up and reach over.

WOHEO Masterlist Another uncannon moment for you guys!

cw: hypnosis, hypnotized whumpee, pet whump, vampire whumper & whumpee

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He didn’t like it.

He didn’t like it!

The pictures just kept on going, the flash still ringing even in the supposed darkness of Darius’ shut eyelids. His muscles were exhausted and sore from being forced to hold their stupid poses.

“Come on, baby, just another few, alright? I simply can’t let this opportunity go to waste.” He heard Adrastus- no, his master- say, along with another click of their nauseating camera.

Darius whined, a wretched, sour sound raw from his throat, one he didn’t think he had ever made before. Why would an esteemed vampire such as himself ever have whined in such an unfit manner? Like an injured dog?

But-

But he wasn’t-

He was… he was a thrall? Right? He was-

“Hey. Dear.” Darius’ eyes peeked open, and this time there was no dreaded camera stuck in front of him, only his beloved master. “You’re getting all distracted, aren’t you?” They questioned, concerned, stroking with mind numbing hypnotic strength down his cheek.

The distress subsided with their power, still a lingering bitterness in his belly, but for them he gave a faint nod while leaning into their touch.

He didn’t enjoy thinking. He wasn’t a fan of all the stupid thoughts that constantly plagued his small mind, all confusing and painful, but he hated the camera even more.

“You know,” They purred, caressing his face up and down, and up and down, leaving him like mush in their palm, “You wouldn’t have all that terrible ache if you just did what I said and let me take your photo.” Guilt stirred in his tum, contorting with the distress.

He was being disobedient. He was disobedient. He wasn’t supposed to be. Darius shuddered at the thought, whimpering into their fingers.

But… he wasn’t supposed to hurt either. His master was supposed to make him feel good, not bring about a sickly tense in his body. Right?

He shook away from their touch, shutting his eyelids to a harsh close once again, and curling in on himself. Darius flinched as they sighed, disappointed.

“I should’ve expected you’d be so naughty.” What? Why would they ever think he’d be so? He couldn’t have been so terrible ever before… he was a good boy!

“Bad boy.”