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Context: Rumor has it that a strange creature lives in the castle nearby. You see a light on in one of the towers but have never had the bravery to investigate. At least, not until tonight. What waits for you within its walls may very well prove to be your end. Or...?

Setting: Ashton's castle

Tags:[M4F][Sadodere Half-Drider Speaker][Humanoid Moth Listener][Sadistic][Teasing][Danger][VERY Spicy][Dominant]but[Playful][Wholesome?][Actually Romantic?][Flirting?][Dom/Sub Energy][Spider Boi][Maybe Vampire?][CW: Spice Levels/Unpleasant Imagery]

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[Scene opens up in the gardens]

[SFX: Book pages being turned and footsteps approaching]

[You hardly react as Ashton approaches you]

“Rosy… You didn’t show up for supper. Again, you are just poofy from your literal moth fluff, not your weight, you look fine. Why are you up here in the gardens with cut flowers and journals open?”

[Pause!]

“Ohh, you got caught in a particularly good book, hmm? Which book?”

[Pause]

“Ahh… a book of chemistry? Interesting… Well, what have you learned?”

[You open the floodgates and tell him everything, so excited. You think he might have smiled but, if he did, it was brief]

[Long Pause]

“That’s right… All that makes up these precious flowers can be reduced to chemicals. With the right mixtures at the correct parameters, you can use these to help heal wounds. Very good.”

[Pause]

“Oh…? Did your wings just… light up for a moment?”

[Pause?]

“I’m not a moth expert…yet… but I can’t think of any species that cause bioluminescence. Especially not a Rosy like you… A Lunar Mouth would be able to replicate the glow, but that still isn’t natural bioluminescence.”

[...?]

[He perks from his thoughts as you pout]

“Now, now, I’m not calling you foolish. Come here, come to Ashton.”

[SFX: Mildly irritated wing flaps]

“There we are, good Rosy… Do not feel stupid for not knowing these terms. Most of the common human folk that lives nearby wouldn’t know it either. All it means is that some creatures… glow in the dark, for one reason or another. Like little stars. I collected my own ecosystem of tiny creatures that do so. Would you like to see it?”

[Pause!]

[He chuckles and gestures to a crystal orb on a nearby shelf]

“That crystalline orb, my dear. Mmhm. It’s been sitting in the sunlight all day. Now, we need to go somewhere dark… Do you trust being in pitch black with me, darling? I’ll be able to see you so much better than you’ll be able to see me…”

[Pause!!!]

[He chuckles again and stands, easily carrying you and the orb at the same time]

“My dearest Rosy wants to see the stars! Well… Their dearest Ashton will provide. Let me just carry you in here… Ah, I believe this was once an art studio. No hanging lanterns or torches, just us, the dust, and Fate. The door, please.”

[SFX: The door swinging shut]

[You’re tossed into darkness. You can see Ashton’s eyes gleaming in the darkness, but little else]

“Now… to punish you for trusting me… or reward you for trusting me… Well, either way, here. The stars, for my beautiful Rosy.”

[SFX: The crystal orb being swished about gently. Some magical ambiance if preferred]

[He gently rocks the orb in his hands and the room lights up in gentle blue light]

[...]

“Aha, and there they are… Dinoflagellates, they are called. Little plankton that soak up sun during the day and then bloom at night when the water is disturbed… It is a little… pretty, isn’t it… Oh, but look at how the light runs through your wings…”

[For a moment, he almost sounds a bit softer. A moment]

[Pause]

“Hmm? My webbing? What about it?”

[Pause!]

“Oh, you want to see the light dance off of it? Mmh, very well… Do be a love and lift my shirt, won’t you? I have to reach down to my lower back, after all…”

[SFX: Cloth shuffling]

“...Those are my abs, darling, not my spinnerette.”

[Pause!]

[He rumbles happily, no matter how you try and scold him]

“Yes, yes… There. Go on. Take my webbing and decorate as you see fit. I’ll stand right here just in case you trip over those cute little feet.”

[SFX: Rosy getting a little crazy with the web. Perhaps Ashton humming while he waits]

[Pause!]

“Ah, all done? I closed my eyes… May I see your creative handiwork, my dear?”

[Pause]

“Very well.”

[...]

[He’s quiet for a moment, impossible to read in the dim light]

“...It’s beautiful, Rosy… You are…”

[...?]

[His voice smirks for him]

“You are… somewhat tangled in me now, darling… You practically wrapped us together.”

[...]

[He laughs quietly as you rage and struggle]

“Relax yourself… You’ll get cut up in my webbing if you keep struggling like that. And it’s not as if you aren’t used to being flush against my chest, dear… Though this is a bit more intimate than normal, isn’t it?”

[...]

“Aww, Rosy. The moment hasn't been ruined. Look at how beautiful the room is with you in it, now.”

[...]

“Mmh… There we are! All free from the webbing. Come, let’s get back into the light so we don’t trip over each other.”

[SFX: Ashton carrying the crew out and setting Rosy down]

“Here.”

[He holds out the orb to you]

“The orb. So you can see the stars whenever you please. Oh, and, do feel free to make the art studio your own, I hardly paint anymore.”

[Pause?]

“...I can show you, if you like, yes. But you’d best be careful, dear. I might start getting the impression you actually enjoy spending time with me.”

[ >:| ]

“Hmhm, you’re welcome, pet. You’re something else, Rosy… Most of your ilk are too focused on dancing about, trying to attract mates, and all of that jazz to worry about the arts or sciences. I suppose you wouldn’t really have time in that environment… Still, you’ve pushed to learn so much since you came here. I am… proud.”

[...]

“Yes, stand there and look baffled at a legitimate compliment from me. Tis scary, I am sure!”

[Pause!!!]

[He laughs harder this time]

“There we are! There’s Rosy calling me a big, mean asshole. Ahh… Can’t finish the day without hearing that.”

[Pause!]

“Ohh? If I were nicer, I might hear nicer things. Such as…?”

[...]

“Mmh… ‘Sweet dreams’, ‘I hope you rest well’, ‘I had a nice day with you’, or, even, ‘I am with you through all bad dreams’? Goodness… Those are much nicer than being called an asshole. Hmm. I think I prefer our current dynamic. Knowing you go to bed so frustrated, just seething in confusion and desire.”

[...]

“Hmhm, oh, Rosy… Whatever will you do if my banter turns nicer, hmm? You won’t know what to do if I start whispering sweet nothings in your ear before you go to bed, will you? Can you even fathom me lying next to you, waking in the dead of night to whisper, ‘I love you’?”

[A shudder runs through you and he smiles, unreadable as ever ]

[Pause]

“Yes… Rather chilling, isn’t it?”

[SFX: Rosy grabbing one of his hands]

“Oh? And now we are holding hands?”

[Pause!]

“Ahaha… Oh, you think you’re brave enough to sleep in the same bed with me, hm? You barely got any sleep during our nap in the garden, dear… Are you sure?”

[Pause!!]

[He raises (some) of his hands for peace]

“Oh, you want me to shut up and you’re going to make me shut up by cuddling. Of course, of course, how foolish of me to draw your wrath. However shall I survive those little puffs waggling angrily, or withstand those indignant, teary eyes, or survive those poofy wings flapping with such CONVICTION!”

[SFX: Rosy going limp]

“Oh, Rosy, come now… You know I can carry you around this castle for far longer than you can pretend to be ‘dead’.”

[Pause!]

[He sighs and hefts you up]

“Very well! Then I shall carry my dead, withered bride over the threshold. I do hope the wedding guests don’t mind cannibalism, hmhm. Can’t let you go to waste…”

[Pause]

“Hmhm, fine. I’ll shut up long enough for my poor Rosy to get some sleep. I don’t think I bite in my sleep but, you know us Driders.”

[Pause]

[He’s saccharine as anything when he tells you:]

“Oh, sweet wife, darling wife, don’t be mad at your dear Ashton! He lives to please!”

[Pause]

“Hmhm, love you, too, darling. Try not to cuddle too close, hm? My impulse control is just awful.”

[SFX: The bedroom door opening and closing]

[To be continued]

Note: Ashton can never be a Dad. His Dad trolling and jokes would literally be strong enough to wipe reality. All creatures that would rise from the ashes are DADS