#You're supposed to be devoted to God alone

[snek-eyes]

Can we go back to this for a sec? To Aziraphale having to explain the concept of being in love to the other angels? Because I cannot imagine what a trip it has to be, falling in love with someone when that is literally not something you are supposed to be able to do. When it is something you barely understand. When the object of whatever this is isn't supposed to be able to feel this way either, except as time goes on you start to realize it's happening to him too. And neither of you can actually talk to each other about it.

[leyiorr]

i can't stop looking at her t-t-t-t, FACE!

mdni.

satoru gojo is doomed.

why is he doomed, you ask? well, put bluntly, you, his girlfriend of five months, are driving him absolutely crazy.

crazy is an understatement, actually. insane, mad, mental, unhinged, deranged, bonkers - whatever you want to call it. he's holding on by a thread; the thinly woven string known as sanity growing ever weaker as the days roll by and turn into weeks.

of course, he's only blaming you. you hadn't actually done anything wrong.

you're the first relationship satoru's had in his life, and he'd be damned if some inappropriate thoughts ruin his chances with the love of his life. he'd never been happier - dating you gave him the kind of happiness he thought only existed in movies; the kind of giddiness of a child in a candy store.

he was devoted to you in every way, shape and form - you are everything he's dreamed of and more.

more.

that's right, you were more.

recently, you were the devil's temptation personified.

surprisingly, even after twenty-odd years of being one of the most attractive guys around, and having women throw themselves at him like he's some kind of greek deity, satoru is a virgin. i'll repeat that, he is a virgin. a fact that only suguru knows. a fact that he's neglected to tell his girlfriend.

he may have a flirtatious personality and the ability to charm ninety percent of the human race with one of his thousand-kilowatt smiles, but in truth, he had never dated anyone. ever. let alone got his dick in a pussy.

so when he starts wanting to go further, he's not sure how to bring it up without sounding like a horndog.

it all started when you wore a sleek black dress to one of your dates. it clung to your figure, fabric wrapping shamelessly around your every curve and tickling your midthigh at its end. and if that wasn't bad enough, it had a plunging neckline, giving the world - satoru specifically - an eyeful of the assets god gifted you with. your boobs were practically spilling out of your dress, the light catching your cleavage as you held his arm. he could feel himself salivating like some sort of perv. how was he supposed to focus with aphrodite's personal creation hanging off his arm?

his eyes began to drift to the flesh of your chest more than he'd like to admit. all sorts of r-rated scenarios ran through his head and he dared to entertain every. single. one. he could do so much with them, tease them, spit on them, pinch them, suck on them, put his dick between them-

“satoru?”

his gaze snaps back to your face at record speed. you notice how he's chewing his bottom lip, flush creeping onto his cheekbones and the tips of his ears. his hands are clammy; there's suddenly too little oxygen in his room.

“did you listen to anything i said?” your arms fold beneath your bosom and satoru almost implodes.

what do you expect him to do? the necklace around your neck has his initial on it, and it hovers over your tits almost mockingly. if it snapped, the letter would fall right between the valley of your breasts-

“satoru!”

he's choking on his saliva, apologizing profusely as he encourages you to continue your story - though he hasn't heard shit over the blood pumping loudly in his ears.

it's a battle no, a war between his rationality and his desires and he doesn't know which is winning. his rationality wins when he's around you - he just sucks in a breath and thugs it out, no matter how much his dick shouts at him. but in private, he's letting the desires win as his fists himself to the thought of you, your lips, your ass; your boobs.

the first time he sees you in a bikini he has to take a breather before he can get into a game of beach volleyball with you and the group.

(and even then he was struggling. every time you jumped for the ball the only thing he was looking at was your tits.)

he should be neutered. effective immediately.

it drags out for so long that you finally notice, and force him to talk to you about why he's avoiding you, and if you'd done anything wrong. but all you get is:

“baby, i'm so sorry- you're so pretty and i can't help myself. i didn't know how to bring up that i wanted to take our relationship to the next step, you mean the world to me and i'd hate to make you uncomfortable-” he trips and stumbles over his words-

“...is that it?”

and his eyes bug out of his head as he stares at you. weeks, months of agony over this and all you have to say is 'is that it'?

he doesn't even have chance to respond; to process your words before you're popping the top button of your blouse.

yeah, satoru gojo is doomed.

[tommysversion]

Stick To Me (Like Caramel): Tommy Miller x F!Reader

Summary: set in the same universe as Forbidden Fruit. You don't need to read that first for this to make sense. Joel has his girl, his kids, and a life. Meanwhile, Tommy seems to be losing everything of late. After the abrupt end of his marriage, he goes in search of comfort to drown his feelings. And after years of ignoring the tension between you? That seems like a good place to start.

Content/Warnings: Past thoughts of adultery | implied age gap (not specified, can be as large or small as you'd like, but I pictured reader in her early 30s) | unsafe & unprotected PIV sex | oral sex (f!receiving) | dirty talk (Tommy has a filthy mouth) | slight daddy kink (1x usage) | implied breeding kink | slightly dark!Tommy if you squint | Reader has no description physically aside from being female bodied, feminine pronouns & body terms are used |

18+ Only || MDNI || KO-FI Link || Word Count: 2.6k

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He thinks something in him must be broken. That, or he no longer has to pretend to be something he isn't, put all that effort into pretending he and Joel aren't cut from the same damn cloth.

"You're just too much like your damn brother. Only better at pretending you're a good man."

That's what Maria had told him, before she'd tried to soften the blow by telling him he'd still see his son.

Well what the fuck was he supposed to do? Shut his brother out? He'd already been separated from Joel once before, when he'd first come to Jackson.

Then he'd almost lost him completely thanks to a total stranger with a poorly planned vendetta. God. He was never going to be more glad that Ellie and Jesse were faster with weapons than that bitch and her accomplices.

It had been touch and go for a while there, but Joel was back on his feet now. Had Ellie and Dina and Jesse and some sweet thing who usually works in the stables or the clinic. Younger, but devoted to him.

And hell, Tommy would never begrudge his brother a damn second of it. Not the kids, not the peace, not the girl. Because he knows exactly what his brother has survived, what it almost cost him.

It definitely helps push him into going after what he wants himself, though. Starting with you.

Tommy knows you're sweet on him. Knows too damn well that for the duration of his marriage he's kept his eyes and his thoughts to himself... for the most part. If he's ever, hypothetically, thought about you, and what you may sound like, taste like, feel like? Well. They're just thoughts.

Only, now, they don't have to be.

The man he was trying to be, the good one, who forgets he used to murder and steal and threaten to survive, he'd probably have words for him about crossing town - freshly reinforced, still rebuilding, a long fucking process in itself - to visit a woman far too young for him.

The man he is, though? That man tosses a friendly wave to Jesse as he passes Joel's house, sees the younger man about to go inside. Figures it must be one of those nights where Ellie, Dina, Jesse, Joel and his girl all pile into his living room for a movie.

He remembers when Joel thought he'd never get another movie night with Ellie again. Let alone Ellie, her girl, their best friend, and a woman of his own.

It puts a smile on his face as he carries on up the street til he reaches your house. He knows he had that family thing going for him, but also understands why, he thinks, Maria decided maybe he wasn't the good guy he was trying to be.

So here he is. Months later, sans wedding ring, knocking on your front door.

You take a minute to open it, dressed warmly because Jackson has a habit of always being so goddamn cold, looking relaxed in jeans and a sweater.

"Tommy." You say, like you're surprised to see him, but also like he's your favourite person in the goddamn world.

You don't use that tone with just anyone. He's observant enough to note that. Still, he gets the sense that he's a welcome sight, which he appreciates.

"Hey, sweetheart. Can I come in?"

He suddenly feels awkward. Just a little. A rush of concern that maybe he's been misreading you this entire time, that every soft glance, every little smile, every time you've served him at the bar and been just that little bit warmer than you are with most...

His thoughts are interrupted by another bright smile, by you stepping aside to let him into your home. Your house is the smallest on the street, only one single floor. You've never complained.

The entire house smells like something has been baking, he notes, as he steps around you and closes the door behind him. Cinnamon, he thinks as he follows you through into your small living room. It's cosy, a few books here and there, a record player.

One large archway opens up into the kitchen, a small hallway leading off to the guest room and bathroom. He remembers the layout from when he repaired your hot water system a few years back. Then there's the door to your room, ajar. He catches a glimpse of messy blankets before he turns his entire attention to you.

"Tommy? Are you okay?" You look up at him, your eyes focused on him; you're no medic, no doctor, but you're looking him over like you're afraid he's hurt and you want to fix him.

He doesn't think he's really able to be fixed anymore.

"Yeah." He says, then again with a little more conviction. He likes the way you're looking at him, the way your lips part slightly as you try to figure him out.

Later, he'll pinpoint this as the moment any remaining reservations vanished, but he won't be able to specifically tell anyone why.

Giving it no more thought, he closes the two steps between you, pulls you against his broad chest, leans down and crushes his lips to yours.

You make a little surprised sound but you don't stop him; instead you lean into him, wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. There's a small part of you that registers that this is probably wrong, he's barely separated from Maria, but god, you're so tired of waiting and wanting from a distance.

All he needs is that little sign that you want this too, then he's lifting you up into his arms, carrying you the short distance into your room.

He sets you down, tugging at your sweater just as insistantly as you pull at the red plaid shirt he's wearing, the worn tee beneath it. A low groan rumbles in his chest as you run your hands up his bare chest; he's not all solid muscle anymore, let himself get a little soft in the middle over time, but you don't care, touch him reverently regardless.

"Fuck, honey..."

He gets your sweater off, your bra, drags you into another kiss before you work on the bottom layers; your jeans and soaked panties hit the floor next, then you're pulling away from him, sprawling yourself out on your bed for him, touching yourself, spreading your own slick as he groans again.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters as he undoes his belt, pauses just a moment to watch you run your hands up your body, play with your own tits, fully aware of his gaze and the way he's transfixed by you.

He tugs his jeans down, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth as he sees the way your eyes widen, watching his cock as it springs free, hard and heavy against his stomach.

Then he's crawling onto the bed, spreading your thighs wide for him. You whimper and he grins, tugs you closer to him.

"'s it, baby, c'mere," his voice is low and thick with lust as he buries his face between your thighs, groaning the moment your slick touches his tongue. He's dreamed about this, wondered how you taste for years, even though it's been so wrong up until recently.

The part of him that's a good man still feels shameful for it, but the rest of him takes precedence, doesn't give a fuck whether he's wanted this for longer than he should have, when he was still a good married man.

His tongue circles your clit, dips into your soaked pussy, drinking down your slick and shaking his head from side to side until his beard is soaked with you, your thighs tight against his head and shaking.

"Fuck yeah, sweetheart, taste so good-" he presses a soft kiss to your clit, sucks it into his mouth again, drawing another strangled moan from your lips. "Could fuckin' drown in this pussy and be a happy man."

His cock throbs against the sheets, pre cum dripping from the fat, weeping tip of him as he sits up, wipes his chin with the back of his hand, sits back for a moment and just admires the mess he's made of you.

"Need you-" you manage to almost whimper, reaching for him. He laughs quietly as he leans down again, cages you in beneath him.

"Need me, huh? Reckon you've been needin' me for a while, huh, sweetheart?" He drags his fingers through your slick, teasing you as his lips trail kisses down your throat, nuzzle into your collarbone.

He's slow and precise and it's damn near killing him to take his time.

"Y-yeah," you admit breathlessly, tilting your head so he can kiss at your shoulders again, liking the intimacy of it.

"Yeah? Even when you couldn't have me? You been lyin' in this bed every night thinkin' of me?" He kisses your sternum, nuzzles between your breasts with a low hum as he waits for your answer.

You make a little noise of assent and he laughs, a low rumble in his chest as he slips a hand up your curves, finds a hardened nipple and plays with it, rolling it between his fingers tauntingly.

"Bet you have. Probably had no idea how much I wanted to fuck you into this bed, huh?" He leans down and bites your nipple, drawing a little squeak from you, and he laughs. "Guess that patience is about t' pay off."

His tongue laves over the bite mark as he shifts, keeps himself propped up with one hand while the other wraps around his cock, throbbing and aching in his hand. Lightly, he slaps it against your clit, a sound somewhere between a growl and a groan forming when you moan for him.

"Tha's it, baby, fuck, c'mere, come to daddy-"

He groans as he feeds you his cock, inch by inch into your tight heat; you're so warm and wet for him, your cunt trying to pull him in deeper. It's almost a relief when his hips are flush against yours, his cock snugly sheathed inside you.

"Fuck, 's so big-" you gasp out, your fingers moving to cling onto his arms, desperate for something to hold onto as you breathe, feel him stretching you open.

"Deep breaths, now, sweetheart, c'mon-" he soothes you, nuzzles his face into your neck and presses open mouthed kisses to sensitive skin until you feel less pressure, less discomfort, just wonderfully, blissfully full of him. He feels the change, feels you relax, and then he starts to move, snapping his hips into yours, hard and fast.

You don't hold back for him, your moans loud and filthy and he loves it, loves the way you claw at his back, drag your nails up and down and cling to him. Fifty five years old and he's still got it, still got the stamina and the ability to make a woman scream for him.

He can feel your pussy tightening around him, as though trying to get him deeper; he shifts, lifts one of your thighs up and presses it against your chest so he can achieve exactly that. The change in angle is rewarded by a particularly filthy moan from your lips.

"Please -"

Is the only legible word from the stream of sounds falling from you, though he thinks he hears his name amongst it, too.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I gotcha. Go on now, y' can let go whenever y' want to." His words are a little strained from the effort, from how hard he's fucking into you; some of his dark hair is falling from the messy bun he usually wears it in.

You want to reach up, to brush it from his face, but your entire body feels like it's about to shatter like glass from the way his cock slams into you; before you know it you're coming apart around him, your slick soaking his cock as you gasp for breath, choking out ragged moans as your body trembles.

"That's it, that's my girl-" he groans as he pulls out of you, letting your still fluttering cunt ache around emptiness as he turns you onto your front; you catch sight of his cock, glistening with your slick, before he has you face down, ass up.

His big hands grip your hips and pull you close, one keeping hold of you as the other guides his cock back inside you. You both give a relieved little sound as he fills you again.

The hand not at your waist moves to your chest once more, fondling your tits as he starts to move again.

"Fuck, sweetheart, got such a tight little pussy," he pulls you up so your back is against his chest as he fucks into you, the hand on your hip moving to play with your clit as he kisses your shoulder. "Could just fuckin' die here an' be a happy man, Christ -"

The hand at your chest moves up, presses two fingers into your mouth which you suck, muffling your moans as you swirl your tongue, as if sucking on his cock. Just the thought of his cock in your mouth has you drooling, and he laughs a low rumbling sound.

"Dirty girl, ain't ya? Fuck, maybe once I've filled you up, I'll make you suck my cock clean. Y' like that idea?" He feels your cunt tighten around him at the words and chuckles darkly, "yeah you fuckin' do. That what you want? Me to fuck my cum into this pretty little cunt then make you suck my cock clean?"

You whimper around his fingers and he groans, pulls them out of your mouth and tilts your head back so he can kiss you; it's sloppy and greedy and you can taste yourself on his tongue, but you cling to him because it's everything you've possibly ever wanted from him and then some.

"Alright sweetheart, here it comes, be a good girl for me, c'mon-" he groans as his hips snap up, sharp deep thrusts that have you shaking in his arms, "- take it, honey, that's it, fuuuuuccckkkk-"

The last word is drawn out as his balls tighten, his cock aching and throbbing as he spills his load inside you, deep and far more than he'd expected, hips rocking steadily until he finally stills, taking ragged breaths against your shoulder.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Tommy -" you say finally, when he lets you down against the mattress, curls his larger frame around yours and showers your sweat damp skin with kisses.

"Seen you lookin'. Don't take a genius to know what you wanted." He chuffs a laugh and nuzzles into your neck, "just hope I lived up t' your dreams, ain't polite to keep a lady waitin' long."

You suppress a snort of laughter.

"You just fucked me like an animal after I've spent years wishing you would, my tits are covered in your bite marks and I have your cum dripping down my leg. I don't see any ladies present." You smirk and then roll onto your side so you can face him. "But yeah. You definitely did."

A pause before your expression changes, becomes a little more vulnerable, guarded.

"So what happens now? We just... Pretend this never happened?"

It's his turn to laugh, shake his head as he wraps his strong, freckled arms around you.

"Never. Ain't goin' anywhere, angel. Don't you worry your pretty head about that."

And he's right. You're like nicotine to him; now he's had a taste, there's no way he's going anywhere without you.

[theantho1ogy]

Priest AU #2

Ushijima x Fem!Reader

Can be read as standalone

Content: spanking, cockwarming at the end, brat taming?

You were a gift given to him by God, but you were a brat. Teasing him when he was preaching to the church, wearing such low tops that made your breasts pop out just right, and always catching him when he's suppose to be studying the scripture.

This was another test, to receive salvation Ushijima needed to make sure you knew your place. One thing he loved doing was showing his devotion and this was another gift for him, making you learn the hard way.

Priest!Ushijima was alone in his office, going over the passages he would preach to the church in an hour. Until you came strolling in, your skirt short like always and top thin enough he can make out the lace bra you had on underneath.

A temptation you would be if you weren't already his.

"What did I say about barging into my office when I'm working." Ushijima stated, paying you no mind. You strolled up to his desk leaning over his bible, giving him a full view of your cleavage.

"I just wanted to get some alone time with you before you have to talk to everyone." You huffed out, a small out on your glossy lips. "You get me after and before service, don't tell me you're being greedy now." Ushijima said, his voice sounding bored of your shenanigans.

Your attitude only got worse with his lack of response, with a sly smirk you got right in front of his face and slowly pulled down your top. "Are you sure you don't have even a minute to spare for me." You said in a seductive tone, hoping he'd give in.

Ushijima's gaze was set, taking in the view of your plump chest. His quickly slammed his bible shut, "lock the door."

You smiled, thinking you've won. Prancing over to tie the lock before making your way over to him. "What are we going to do today sir." You asked, shimming out of your panties.

Ushijima paid you no mind as he pushed his chair back slightly, making room between him and his desk. He patted his lap, not breaking eye contact with you, "lay down."

Confused, you slowly laid yourself over his lap. "Um sir? What are we doing?" The hesitance evident in your tone.

He ignored your question, silently working his hands up your thigh before flipping up your skirt. Your perky ass on full display. He slowly massaged one cheek, before slowly doing the same to the other.

"Every time my palm connects with your pretty little ass, you're going to recite a commandment. Got it."

His tone showed he wasn't joking, not like he joked normally. Fearing punishment you agreed, "yes sir."

Without warning his hand struck your ass, coming down quick. You jolted, not expecting him to go so hard. "I don't hear you speaking." Another quick smack connected.

You stuttered out whatever came out the top of your head. "Th- thou shall not covet." Ushijima rubbed your cheeks, giving you a second before striking again.

"Thou sh-shall not steal." The quick pain went away as he massaged you. Making sure you weren't hurting too bad.

Three more hits came as you squeaked out more rules. The stinging more prominent than when he first started.

You noticed Ushijima paused longer than usual, until you felt his thumb prod your lips. Letting his finger run down your slit, feeling your wetness coat him. "Are you enjoying this?" He asked, before smacking your pussy.

You moaned out in surprise, the mixture of pain and pleasure getting you more turned on. "Five more and then I'll give you a reward." Ushijima promised.

An eager nod and a wiggle of your hips had him continuing. His red hand print turning him on as he hit both of your cheeks. The sharp sting feeling so good.

You couldn't help but moan in between words, fully aroused as your slick ran down your thigh.

Finally getting the last word out, you turned towards him. Smiling up at him, waiting for your reward. Ushijima carefully brought you to your feet, making sure you could stand before unbuckling his pants.

Your mouth salivating at the thought of finally getting him inside you.

His thick cock standing so prettily, as he pulled it out of his pants. Slowly grabbing your waist as he maneuvered you to sit on top.

The stretch had you both moaning, your insides clenching around him as he filled you up. After a minute of adjusting you slowly started grinding down on him.

But he harshly smacked your pussy, abruptly stopping your movements.

"Your reward is to sit on my cock while I continue my studying before you rudely interrupted." You whined out, your lower half unconsciously squirming, begging for some type of friction.

A sharp smack came down on your front once again. "Do you understand." He glared out. "Yes sir."

Carefully adjusting his posture, he opened up his bible and continued on like nothing ever happened.

After the hour was up, and Ushijima was back in the public eye and performing for the audience. You sat in the back of the pews like every Sunday, but this time you had a small pillow underneath you.

[bonbonly]

lol imagine demon!carlos sainz, my guy would never leave you alone

bon's dark thoughts (18+)

someone sent an ask a while ago about incubus!carlos sainz and listen, this reminds me of @doomedmoth's greek era au with the drivers, but imagine being a priestess that's devoted to her deity Charles, worshipping him and praying every day for his blessings.

to be picked by him and cherished, i mean in hindu mythology i remember goddess andal had spent years singing and pining for lord vishnu before he himself came down from the heavens and married her so it'd be a similar situation.

except demon/incubus!carlos sainz who had been shunned from Olympia long ago has his eyes set on you and he thinks you're foolish, you're so naive and innocent, but that passion/devotion you have? the way it burns within you, igniting his own hunger. you're the type of person to sleep within the walls of the temple right at the foot of the deity for god!charles and incubus!carlos thinks this is absolutely perfect.

to be desecrated right in front of the man you "love", and he'd advance on your sleeping form. the way you're curled up, head resting at the foot of the statue and incubus!carlos has a wicked grin on his face. he'll blow some air onto your face, watching you stir slightly. the way your hair cascades down your face so beautifully, it's a shame you're blinded by your love for charles. he'll press a kiss to your forehead, and his form disappears right into your dreams.

usually, in your dreams, you would be envisioning god!charles caressing you and whispering praises at how you're his favorite devotee, how you'd be rewarded for all the weeks of penance. however, this time in the midst of your slumber, the clouds around this peaceful scene darkened and you found large hands wrap around your waist and toss you onto the shoulder of a being you did not know.

you screamed and cried for your god to save you but he had faded away and as you were tossed onto the very place you lay curled up to sleep, you could not understand which was reality and which was a dream. incubus!carlos takes the form of a man, his hands running through his dark locks of hair as his big lips curl upwards. he cups your face, mockingly cooing at your crying form,

"oh my sweet girl, no tears, shh... shh... it's alright, hermosa." he whispers, peppering your face with kisses. his clawed hands which are now just hairy hands grasp onto your hips, squeezing your flesh in a way that seemed to burn. you cried out, the chants of god!charles falling from your lips and incubus!carlos scowled at your screams. you were supposed to be more docile and willing to him! not to that pathetic excuse of a god who kicked him out of olympia as soon as the opportunity came forth.

he'd snap his fingers and whip you back to reality and as you wake up, your eyes adjusting to the light, you lay before his true form and he snarls at you, tearing your gown to shreds before spreading your legs. his lips wrap around your clit, tongue lapping at your folds as you scream and writhe beneath his assault. his wings flare outwards in an attempt to intimidate you and it works for the moment. he drags a claw down between the valley of your breasts, circling around your nipple as his tongue drags up to rest just below your navel.

"see this lamb succumb to me, charles," he growls with a dark chuckle, "see how she won't resist me any longer. your precious putita ruined right before your very eyes."

his cock drags along your folds, teasing you as you whine and beg for mercy but it's of no use, and he shoves his thick length into you in one thrust, knocking out the air in your lungs. you gasp, your back arching as his thrusts are brutal. his grip on your waist is bruising and he won't let you go until he's had his fill of you. again and again, he shoots ropes of his cum into your pussy, ignoring your wails and pleas for god!charles to come save you.

little do you know, god!charles had sent incubus!carlos in the first place. what god wouldn't want to have a little fun with their devotees, especially one as sweet as you?

[childofearthandfire]

Gentle reminder for you (and for myself) ~

It's okay to be casual with your worship. Your practice is what you make it. Moreso recently, it's incredibly rare that I have the energy to do things I enjoy for myself, let alone the Gods I am devoted to.

It's okay if you pray silently and briefly first thing in the morning/afternoon, when you're still in bed and trying to find the energy to get up.

It's okay to pray last thing at night, when you're all cosy in bed and your eyes are fighting to stay open.

It's okay if your worship is dedicating simple daily tasks like eating, taking your medication, or showering, to your deities.

It's okay if your worship is listening to a devotional playlist and scrolling through Pinterest on your commute to work/school.

If you rarely have the motivation or energy to do full, planned out rituals, that's okay. The Gods love you unconditionally, as we love them.

Worship in a way that is comfortable for you. In a way your mind and body allows.

It's not supposed to feel like a chore.

It's supposed to feel like home.

[enchantress-arc]

(Last time I posted something that included actual commands, people did end up dropping reading it, so this is just a warning, this does have commands in it. Not much buildup because I'm not trying to get those to work, but, you know, I feel the warning should be there due to that possibility of that happening. With that in mind, hypno stuff and pet stuff are in this post.)

I really should take you home.

It'd be the responsible thing to do, honestly. A pet like you can't just be left out on your own. Especially with how little it took to get you staring. Just about anyone could take you off the street and make you do whatever they want. I suppose you should consider yourself lucky. I'll make sure to take care of you.

We'll get you cleaned up, of course. Pick out some new clothes, something nice. And something to show that you're being taken care of. A collar should do the trick. Worst case, you can sleep at the foot of my bed, can't you cutie? And I'm sure a pet bed can't be too expensive...

Ah, yes, before that, I should really make sure you stay like this. Staring at me won't be enough for the whole process, I'd like to give you some time alone to adjust, but then, well, we need some precautions to make sure you stay during that time, don't we? And, though given the look on your face, it's rather unlikely you'd try anything while I'm present, I'd prefer not to leave that up to chance. And the trip home is rather lengthy, hmmmm... I suppose we should do a bit of training now. Even if it's just temporary, that should be enough, at least until we get home.

Dear, you've been listening so intently, haven't you. Gods, makes me want to pet you right here, right now. But I'd prefer not to draw any attention while your mind is this open. Cutie, just look at me. Take in every inch of my body. Take in the sound of my voice. How deeply it penetrates even the furthest recesses of your mind, how warm and soft and comfortable it feels to follow along. I'm going to be your new owner, understood? And good pets listen to their owners. So when I tell you to be a good pet, you're going to remember your place. You're going to listen. And until I give you other commands, the last statement I associated with "be a good pet" will remain in your mind, right at the forefront, nice and bold and emphasized in my voice, guiding you, reminding you to obey, reminding you who you obey, understood, my darling? Good pet.

To start, dear, be a good pet, and follow me home. I'll be doing the talking, so no need to worry that empty little head of yours. I'll hold your hand, keep you nice and close. It feels good to be so close to your owner, doesn't it? Just follow along, focus on me, and be a good pet. Gods you're obedient, I hadn't even meant to take you like this, cutie, but you were just so suggestible... How could I have possibly resisted when I first saw those little thoughts starting to fall away behind your eyes? With so little effort... I can't imagine how devoted, how obedient you'll be once you're fully trained, dear. And there will be so much training, so much brainwashing and conditioning and little hypnotic suggestions, just for you, darling, waiting for you at home. I can't wait to see what you'll be like afterwards.

You're going to make such a wonderful pet for me, my darling.

[dragon-ascent]

Being honest, I feel completely unworthy of messaging such an esteemed writer as yourself, but hear me out

imagine, imagine reader from liyue, with very religious parents, like, full on worshipping rex lapis (offerings and crazy devotion level) , and then reader somehow got acquainted with our favourite dragon man ( I think that's all)

like, it's been living rent free in my mind

Have a great day 🤗

(sorry, English isn't my first language)

Oh pls don’t feel that way :] I’m not all that!! And wowie I can relate to super religious parents so here we go~

Growing up, Rex Lapis has been the centre of your world. It's been drilled into your mind that he is the sun that shines upon Liyue, the supreme being responsible for all the comforts of life you enjoy. The Mora you spend on the things you like, the rich soil that grows your favorite tea leaves, and even the structure of the residential buildings, meticulously designed by the Geo Lord himself. As such, for his millennia of toiling to bring Liyue to the pinnacle of flourishment, it is only natural that your parents would express their undying gratitude somehow.

So every weekend you're whisked off to the local temple (that people hardly visit after the death of the god) to pray that the coming week, too, shall be prosperous and joyful. A plate of silk flowers and some sweets for the deity, without fail. The priests even know you by name.

You also have clay models of the god in both human and dragon forms at home, and on special days you all make sure to pray nice and hard (though, honestly, your devotion only truly jumps out when you have an exam or an important date coming up).

The usual curses are banned at home--whenever you uttered a 'Goddamn it,' in annoyance at something, you would be met with a gasp.

"Do not use Rex Lapis' name in vain!" they would chide.

"I never specified which god I was damning," you would retort. "Maybe I was talking about the Raiden Shogun!"

Normally, such levels of devotion might be seen as exhausting. But one look at the various myths and texts surrounding Deus Auri and one thing becomes apparent--the god was a dashing man. Elegance and poise incarnate. That, alone, makes the fanaticism worth it. You suppose that even if he weren't a divine being, you would still find some way to worship him regardless.

At your parents' behest, you make sure to keep a small idol in Rex's likeness on your desk at your new job. Being a funeral parlor assistant requires a strong mind and a stronger heart, something only the rock-solid Geo Lord might be able to provide you with.

It's similar to how the Statues of the Seven portray him, that signature hood obscuring half his face. Tentatively, you reach out, hoping to siphon some strength for your first day at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

Then a tall figure steps in and, startled, you nearly knock the idol off your desk. "Wah!"

"Oh, forgive me. I did not mean to make you jolt." It's the funeral parlor consultant, gentle of disposition and handsome, amber eyes gazing into yours with a kindness that makes you feel a little tingly.

"It...it's okay." With trembling hands, you pick the idol up, examining it carefully. "Oh, good, it's unharmed." You heave a sigh of relief, cradling it to you for a moment before placing it back on the desk.

"A devout believer, I assume?" the man asks, his tone thankfully devoid of that edge of teasing or judgment other people generally seem to adopt. Refreshing.

"I guess you can say that," you answer, a shade sheepish. "He did do so much for us, after all."

A low, deep chuckle that turns your insides into goo. "Though he has passed, he will remain in our hearts forever." Ah, this fellow must also be religious. You wonder if he, too, goes to the temple on full moon days and if you might see him around. "Please, call me Zhongli. I trust you are settling in well?"

You introduce yourself, exchange pleasantries, and shake hands with him, and feel an electric warmth course through your being.

What on earth...?

You feel yourself start to grow a little hot, like you're basking in the presence of shining, molten gold...the grandeur of divinity wrapped delicately in a cocoon of innocuous humanity...

Oh, it must be because the fan isn't on. No wonder.

You laugh quietly, switch the fan on, pat Zhongli on the back and wish him a good day, and settle down to start your work for the week.

[imagineredwood]

Group HC - The Boys reactions to getting caught stealing your panties 👙

I know. I know. It’s terrible and gross and icky I KNOW 😭😭 but I saw HCs for another shows characters around this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head and it triggered the memory that this is actually canon for Juice and…yeah. Here we are 🧍🏻‍♀️

He’s not sorry. Or embarrassed. He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread. He worships you and the ground beneath your feet. So why wouldn’t he steal your panties? They’re yours, and they rest against his most favorite part of you all day 🤷🏻‍♀️ He won’t apologize, not even when your face heats up and you cover it with both hands. On the contrary, he probably makes a show of taking one out of the secret pile and sniffing it. He’s nasty, and he knows regardless of how you feel about it, you know he does it out of love and devotion. So he’s ok with it. And he’s not gonna stop.

He’s ashamed. He knew he shouldn’t have done it. Felt weird and invasive, but he couldn’t help it. He just loves you so much, and he gets lonely when you’re apart, and it smells like you. What else was he supposed to do? He would never cheat, would never even dream of it. But the stress of the club gets to him, especially the more complicated things get, he just needs comfort and relief, and when he saw them laying there in the hamper, he snagged it without thinking. Then he couldn’t stop, even when he knew he should. Even goes as far as offering to take apart the washer saying that maybe the machine is eating them 👀 He apologizes, cheeks tinted red, eyes downcast and hopes you don’t hold it against him. He’ll ask before he takes them next time, scouts honor.

Like Angel, he’s not embarrassed. He just shrugs, telling you that you’re his girl and your pussy is his, so why can’t he just take them? 🙄 He buys you new pairs every now and then anyway. So he wants to smell you randomly throughout the day, whats the harm in that? He just misses you. And likes to look at the pair and reminisce about times he’s taken them off of you. Is that a crime? He even reaches into his kutte and pulls out the pair that he’s kept on him today to show that it’s no big deal, and they’re the ones from yesterday, you recognize.

He’s bashful, arguably, but not necessarily embarrassed. It’s more about getting caught than it is the actual act. Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. He’s not sorry for taking them, he’s just sorry that it’s kinda awkward for you to find the stash. He laughs awkwardly, shrugging it off or trying to anyway. Explains that he just rarely gets time to himself, so he is uses them when he’s alone in Templo to get his mind right. That your scent calms him and helps his focus. He didn’t think you’d mind too much, he just also never expected you to find out.

He's not sorry in the slightest and he makes sure you know it too. He bought every pair anyway, what's the issue? He could buy you 30 pairs by lunch 🙄 He wasn't up from about it, no, but he also didn't necessarily hide it. It just wasn't entirely in the open. You're respectful and don't go through his stuff in his office so how would you have known he had an entire drawer of his desk with them all collected in there? You'll get over it, a few new lingerie sets will make sure of that.

The OG of panty stealing and sniffing himself. It’s canon after all. He just can’t help himself. You’re his moon and stars and he just can’t get enough of you. Even when you’re perched in his lap, cockwarming him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, it’s not enough. He needs to be in your skin. But he can’t. So stealing your panties is the next best thing. It’s a compulsion he can’t fight. God knows he’s tried. And he tells you as much. Lists all of the things he did first to try and not have to submit to that desire. But in the end it didn’t matter. He just needs to have your most intimate article with him at all times. Keeps He doesn’t want you to think he’s a freak but he also just need you to know how much he absolutely loves, adores, and worships you. He’ll even hand over the pair in his pocket if you ask him to.

He's nonchalant about it. It's just panties. You have a bunch more. Not like you were gonna miss them or something. He just loves you and likes to have something of yours that he can keep nearby when he misses you. One in his pocket, one in the sale bag of his bike tucked away hidden. His stash is dispersed, not because he was necessarily hiding them, but because there's one each place that will serve a purpose.

Also not embarrassed. Hits you with that famous smirk, his shoulders shrugging as you stare at him waiting for an answer. "Just miss you sometimes, Darlin'. Just somethin' to get me by." Like it's perfectly normal. He left you your favorite pairs after all. He only takes the ones you're not the biggest fan of, so you wouldn't notice as quickly. It's not a big deal, he can give them back. Sometimes he just needs to sit in the chapel with them over his face while he strokes himself before Church so he can make sure he has a level head before this important vote.

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[rockrosethistle]

"Ted Spankoffski is so tragic" yes yes I agree with you but you know who we don't talk about enough?

The man, the myth, the legend, Ethan Green.

Everyone loves to talk about how much they love him, but you are all forgetting that he is heartbreaking.

So first of all, he loves Lex. Incredibly devoted. And you're thinking, "well obviously he loves his girlfriend?" But I am not exaggerating when I say nearly every decision this man makes is for the sake of making her happy.

He cares about her opinion of him. He cares about how she's feeling. Ethan literally has more emotional intelligence as a 19-20 year old than most grown men do. He was going to propose!

And then his relationship with Hannah. At the ripe old age of 19, Ethan steps into a fatherly role for his girlfriend's kid sister, and he fucking kills it. If he is devoted to Lex, he's protective of Hannah. He dies trying to fight off people that want to hurt her.

The first time we see him in Yellowjacket, he's trying to cheer Hannah up after her shop class accident. On Hannah's birthday, he takes her out to Pizza Pete's even though he doesn't have the money to spare. She is a priority to him. He even wears a little birthday celebration crown.

On top of that, he's a decent guy. Yes, he's not above threatening people or stealing, but his heart is always in the right place when he does it. He puts the effort into his relationship. He is shown apologizing when he fucks up and recognizing his mistakes. He saves Lex and Hannah's life's at the end of Yellowjacket.

Great, right? No. Not great. The narrative is consistently ruining his life.

He dies in Black Friday. Dies in a brutal way while being ambushed for a doll that he didn't have. He actually dies for nothing. And his very last words are "I'll get you to California, Lex. That way you don't gotta cry so much no more." Was Lex in the room? No. He was hallucinating her. Fucking devastating.

And then, his face gets worn by a dark god to torment Hannah. Hannah, one of the people he cared most about, is being toyed with by something wearing Ethan's face. You just know he's watching in the afterlife feeling utterly powerless.

There are timelines where Ethan and Lex accept larger jail sentences so that Hannah isn't left alone. He is not related to Hannah, or Lex. He has no real obligation to do that. He chooses to, for Hannah's sake. And has to spend years in jail.

In Yellowjacket, after all they've been through, after he bought the damn ring, the girls just leave him behind. He gets broken up with via a note while they escape to California. And you know it's for the better, you know it's for his own safety, but it still hurts.

There was even supposed to be a Nightmare Time episode where he comes back from the dead Pet-Cemetery style, murders Hannah, and then is tortured for eternity?? But then the Langs were like "No, actually, everyone would hate this." and thank God because Ethan does not need that on his plate.

Look at this. "We caught you a poki-man." He's too good I miss him so much.

This poor guy does nothing wrong and is constantly being punished. I need in my bones to have a universe where he marries Lex and they get custody of Hannah.

[soulsforsales]

"Best Day of My Life" (part 1)

Summary: Guess who's finally getting married to the love of his life? Yup, Jason mf Todd. But the universe has a way of fucking him up, and it doesn't care if it's the best day of his life.

A/n: Jason Todd is my hyperfixation if you can't tell (I am sure you can, though). I wrote this even when I have my history exam the day after tomorrow but I am planning on pulling an all-nighter anyway so... enjoy, I guess!! And please comment!! I love y'all<3

Possible triggers: Blood, mentions of violence (I guess? Nothing too much though)

Part 1

This is the best day of Jason's life, no contest.

He used to believe it was the day he first met you and saved you from some low-life thugs as Red Hood. He remembers how you stared at him in awe and it always took him off guard that you weren't scared of him. Not when he broke bones with his punches or when blood covered his knuckles.

He remembers walking you home, and giving you his jacket when he noticed you shivering. He remembers the way you smiled up at him when he did that and that's when Jason knew he was doomed. Because there was nothing in the world he wouldn't do to keep you smiling at him like that.

He used to think nothing else could be better than that but boy, he was wrong.

Because now you're walking down the aisle in a beautiful white gown, looking almost angelic in the showering sunlight. And you're smiling at him and god, Jason is crying. He doesn't need Dick's little elbow nudge to know it, he doesn't need the nod from Alfred to know it. He can feel the warm tears on his cheeks that he doesn't even try to brush off.

Because Jason never believed he deserved good things, let alone you - the greatest gift he's ever been presented with, and now he's marrying you. He's going to be your husband and you his wife. What else is he supposed to do but cry from happiness?

You stop in front of him, barely a few inches away and the only thing he wants to do right now is hold you close, shower you with compliments and kisses, and never, ever let go. His fingers twitch and he rubs them against his thigh.

Jason's attire matches yours. His tuxedo is the same off-white as your gown. A lace veil covers some of your face but Jason catches your eyes looking into his when he's finally not crying anymore.

You smile and it reaches your eyes in a way that makes you glow from happiness. And he glows with you.

The priest speaks and the words, "I do," flow from Jason's lips like he's been waiting his whole life to say them. He doesn't look away from you, not once, as if he's conjuring you in this moment to his memory. The rosy tint of your cheeks, the soft curve of your lips, the way your eyes shy away from his only to look back again.

Gods, he loves you. Jason never believed he could feel... so much. Not after everything he's been through, for the longest time he was numb but now? Now emotions are flooding through his veins, and each one of them screams for you.

It's a few more words Jason can't pay attention to until he hears you whisper, "I do," in a voice that might as well be a melody to his ears. And then he's slipping a ring onto your finger and extending his own palm for you to do the same. You chuckle, he smiles and holds your hand.

When the priest finally tells him to "kiss the bride", Jason doesn't wait for a second. His hands are around your waist and his lips press against yours in a way that is a mix of desperation and devotion, like he's trying to assure every vow he just took with you by that one kiss.

The crowd applauds, Dick cheers beside Jason when he finally pulls back and presses his forehead to you, and even though he's done it countless times before, his heart jumps in his chest at the sight of you so close, so beautiful, and all his, in every way possible.

Finally, after what feels like the best few moments of his lifetime. Jason holds your hand, intertwining your fingers, and turns to the crowd. Both of you are smiling, beaming with joy even. Guests cheer around you, well there are barely any actual guests except Jason's closest family and your mother.

Jason wanted a quiet, small gathering and you understood. Of course, you did, this is Gotham and with Jason's reputation as both Red Hood and simply Jason Todd, he didn't want your big day ruined in any way. He'd done everything right.

The ceremony was held near a Lake house that belonged to your family, the same place where Jason proposed. You hadn't asked a lot when Jason and you started planning the wedding but you had asked this. You wanted it to be here. This place meant a lot to you, the tree house where you played as a kid, the lake in the back, they were all beautiful reminders, and now, your wedding too. It was everything you'd wanted and more.

For Jason's part, he'd asked Bruce to double the security since this place had no real systems for protection and Bruce had. All of them made sure nothing would happen, no chaos, no troubles. Just a simple, proper ceremony. For once.

But, it is Gotham, isn't it? And seeing Jason Todd happy doesn't sit right by many.

You wave at your mother in the crowd, grinning and the older woman waves back.

It feels like a scene out of Jason's rarest dreams. You are in your wedding gown, smiling big and wearing his ring on your finger. Jason is looking at you, simply admiring and that's when it happens-

The bullet slices through the air too fast for Jason to register it and everything else stops. Freezes as the first thing Jason does is grab for you.

But the bullet cuts through the air between you two, hitting the priest right in his head. The old man's body falls to the floor.

Silence.

A beat. Then, another.

Finally, panic.

Some of the guests rush to hide when the sound of the gunshot finally pierces through the air. The Bat Family is on alert the moment it happens. Dick is moving into the crowd, eyes scanning for the source of the bullet and the rest of his family while also rushing the guests inside the Lake house.

Jason's heartbeat is too loud for him to think over it. He needs to calm down. He knows it. He needs to get out there and beat whoever bastard did this to a fucking pulp.

But he doesn't because you're trembling in his arms and god, your white gown is stained with the blood that flows from the priest's body.

Jason doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what to think. It happened so fast, and for the first time in a very, very long time, he isn't prepared. Not in the slightest.

He was prepared to dance with you tonight, to carry you bride-style over the threshold of your new apartment. Not this.

Jason curses under his breath and holds you closer, hiding behind the altar where he hopes no one can see you. And even if someone does come for you, he'll deal with them.

He'll fucking rip apart whoever tries to take you away from him.

He isn't letting that happen. Not now, not ever.

[bloom-into-blue]

𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕌𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕥

summary: your girlfriend's performing tonight with her band, and you're more than excited to see zoya in action! what kind of action you'll actually get, however, is something else entirely.

contents: drummer!zoya x fem!reader, established relationship, reader wears a skirt and makeup, fing.ering, some light degradation, some spanking (all of these reader receiving), cunn.ilingus (zoya receiving), a hint of body worship (zoya receiving).

word count: 3.3k

author's note: zoya being a drummer in official material just made things easier because funny story, this is based very loosely on real events. i was at a battle of bands once and met a really hot drummer, complimented her playing and she hugged me. i later got shoved into a wall when a metal band began playing and the front of the crowd became a mosh pit.

you feel so out of place here.

zoya’s band is performing tonight at a bar, and obviously, any self-respecting girlfriend would go to their girlfriend's concert, right? it's only natural! you've even gone as far as to make a banner in dark cloth with bai yi’s, eleven’s, serpent’s and zoya's names spray-painted on it, though anyone can tell there's favoritism when zoya's name is bigger than the others and there's messy hearts around it. whatever, you're happy to show support for the band, but you're also very much devoted to your pookie (that absolutely loathes being called pookie, hence why you do it).

…all that said though, you're still by yourself in the crowd in a place you're not used to, dressed in a relatively short skirt and a blouse that leaves your shoulders exposed. it was supposed to be something to tease zoya, get her to smirk and say, “oh, you just couldn't wait ‘til we got back home?”

now though, there's a breeze that makes you shiver and you're attracting less desirable attention. now there's less excitement and more desire for zoya to just whisk you away. all this skin you're showing is meant for zoya and zoya alone!

it seems like whatever god is out there is rather merciful though, because suddenly there's a hand that grips your wrist and pulls you away. at first you turn around in shock, already on edge, before you recognize your girlfriend's tall form and her silky, silver hair. just like that, you're smiling eagerly while you let zoya guide you to the backstage section only musicians are allowed.

the second you're behind the stage, zoya's glaring at you with furrowed brows. “c'mon princess, you should've texted me. it's obvious from miles away that you're uncomfortable,” she scolds while still gripping onto your wrist, her touch a bit more gentle now that it's just the two of you.

“s-sorry, i didn't know if you'd be able to answer,” you try to explain, suddenly feeling sheepish before her.

despite still being somewhat worried about you though, zoya sighs softly before a bright grin rises to her face, and suddenly her hands dart behind your thighs and she lifts you up like you weight nothing, which prompts you to let out a shocked little squeal. “z-zoya!” you exclaim, clearly flustered.

“what? i'm just happy to see my girl here, cheering for me!” she counters eagerly, and suddenly you're reminded of why you spent so much time working on that banner and wanted to remain in the crowd: so zoya could see it and see that cocky yet thrilled expression of hers.

the way she smiles is too much for you, and with a fond grin, you lean down while she's still lifting you up with those strong hands, then kiss zoya's lips so tenderly you'd think she's made of porcelain. of course, zoya's happy to kiss back, though she keeps it chaste because god knows she won't be letting you go if you deepen the kiss even a tiny bit.

“gonna be cheering for me in the crowd?” zoya whispers against your lips and you just know her lipstick left marks over your own. “or do you wanna stay near the stage? we can be even closer that way.”

“won't you get in trouble for sneaking me backstage though?”

“eh, who cares. i'm not letting my girl stay where she doesn't wanna.” as she speaks, one of her thumbs gently strokes the spot where your thigh meets your ass, and while normally that would drive you crazy, all it does is melt your heart.

“hm… if you're sure, babe. i'd rather stay near the stage.”

“consider it done.”

you kiss her on the cheek, both to show her your appreciation and to leave a mark of your own on zoya. “you're a darling.”

behind the two of you the unmistakable noise of bai yi fake gagging can be heard while eleven tells her off with a little laugh, meanwhile serpent signals that their band is up now. zoya pouts at being called away, though she goes right back to grinning at you with that usual, wolfish smirk of hers. she gives your ass a gentle pat, something that makes your cheeks burn, then sets you back down down and adjusts her own clothes.

“wish me luck, doll.”

as she leaves, you throw her a kiss silently, then smile brightly when she catches it and kisses her hand in response, walking backwards so her blue eyes stay glued to yours until she's properly on stage.

gah, you love her to bits.

“now, this group's a bit of a newer integration, but you may have heard of ‘em, so give it up for… path to nowhere!” the announcer shouts into a microphone before handing it to serpent, and the crowd goes wild while she sets it up on a stand.

instead of wasting any time, all that sounds is zoya slamming her drumsticks together as she shouts, “one, two, three, four!”

the crowd's already lively and raring even though less than a minute has gone by, aided by the punk sound of your girlfriend's band, to the point where they're already moshing with serpent’s voice as their background, and suddenly you're glad zoya read your comfort levels and pulled you to a more secluded area where you can hear them play just fine. it allows your focus to go entirely towards your girlfriend.

specifically, you can see the way zoya's jacket doesn't quite cover her tattoed shoulders and biceps, how she's already somewhat transpired as she grins from how excited everyone is. each hit she gives her drums resounds and vibrates across the place, you can quite literally feel the beat through your entire body as it reaches your heart, and yet it's still little compared to the way it throbs every time zoya glances your way between each roll against her snare drum.

she sends a wink your way once the first song is over, and you happily lift the banner for her to see, something that makes zoya laugh upon seeing her name dwarf the others. you're the only one who knows why zoya's laughing.

it's nice, the little things like that between you and your girlfriend.

before you know it, zoya's band is done and the next band is up, though you keep the handmade banner held up high when zoya and the others meet you back beside the stage.

you hear bai yi asking if they blew your mind, eleven thanking you for the banner, serpent eagerly running to hug you as thanks for the support.

they're all a bit too late for you to process them though, because zoya's arms are wrapped around your form in a tight embrace and obviously, ever the loving girlfriend, you wrap your arms around her all the same. she's warm, a tad sweaty and her breathing’s a bit labored from getting too into her playing, and you still find zoya to be the hottest woman to ever step foot on this planet. hell, her panting might be turning you on.

she surprises you by leaning in and whispering into your ear, “let's get out of here already, yeah? i don't have to stay here anymore and honestly, i need to fucking ravage you.”

your eyes immediately go wide and you pull away to stare at her like a deer in the headlights, yet zoya's smirking at you and staring right back like she didn't just threaten you with a good time, as surprised as you were. “got all worked up?” you whisper with a little smile, letting your hands rest on the slight curve of her hip while hers are far more adventurous.

“of course i fuckin’ did. did you forget what you're wearing or somethin’?” zoya grumbles back, and for a moment you had, you had genuinely forgotten you wanted to get a rise out of her with this short skirt that barely even reaches the middle of your thigh. still, her hands moving to hold your hips are a wonderful reminder of one of your main goals tonight.

“what about the rest of the bands though? i even made this-”

“come to my place and hang it above my bed.”

you find it hard to object to zoya's solid argument.

amongst the band’s objections and curious questions, zoya simply leads you away and out of the bar, the two of you giggling like you're drunk despite having drunk no alcohol at all, simply because zoya makes you feel giddy and she enjoys teasing you about it.

the two of you call an uber to go to zoya's apartment, but the second you're inside, your girlfriend decides she's done holding back. the second she's done giving her direction and without a care or worry, zoya crashes her lips into yours and her hands travel down your thighs to dig her fingers into the flesh there. you let out a muffled gasp against her eager mouth, happy to part your lips so zoya can push her tongue inside and claim you like she obviously wants to. her hands go further under your skirt now, groping at the round flesh of your ass, and zoya just about growls against your lips. you don't realize it, but this woman's been thinking about pulling you into a corner and pushing at least two fingers inside you the second she saw you in the crowd of that bar.

the car door presses against your back uncomfortably though, distracting you from zoya's eager hands, and so it's a blessing when the uber driver awkwardly announces that you've arrived at your destination.

zoya simply shoves some cash at him and barks for him to keep the change before eagerly unlocking the door behind you and lifting you like she had done before, something that once more prompts a shocked gasp out of you. she carries you while leaving hungry, almost clumsy kisses across your neck and jawline, to the point where you have to be on the lookout to avoid bumping into anything while zoya leaves her lipstick all across your shoulders.

the heat of the moment doesn't die down when you finally reach the door to zoya's apartment, where she finally lets you down to reluctantly open it as fast as humanly possible. in the blink of an eye, you drag her into the apartment and she matches your energy, instantly closing the door behind you and pushing you against the hard surface.

“you think you're so clever,” she grunts before pausing to nibble and suck right onto your pulse point and leaving a dark hickey there. “thought i’d pounce you the second i saw you.”

you would've been right, but she's never going to say that part out loud.

“you're mine, doll. if anyone's gonna see all this skin, they better know i'm the one that's got you covered in marks.”

“i-i’m all yours,” is all you can whine under your breath, already feeling like your mind is entirely blank even though all zoya's done is kiss and grope you. it's just that easy for her to turn your body into her plaything.

“atta girl. all mine,” zoya praises with a smug smirk before she pulls off her jacket and unbuckles her belt a second later. your eyes brighten up like you're seeing a christmas present, and it's almost second nature to fall onto your knees before your girlfriend, something that makes her chuckle. “eager, aren't you? that's a good slut.”

you don't answer zoya aloud, but instead lean forward to press sloppy kisses over her abs, and the sigh she lets out when she takes in the sight makes you clench your thighs. you continue to press your lips against her taut skin, covering her in messy lipstick marks while making your way down her navel. a silent glance upward, a request for permission to continue, and zoya bites her lip while tangling her fingers across your hair. “show me what that tongue can do,” she doesn't say, but commands.

eager, you pull her pants and boxers down until her cunt is exposed, because you know she likes fucking you while clothed, and you dive to drive your tongue between her drenched lips like a starved man. “fuck, that's it,” you hear her grunt while giving her clit a few licks for good measure, then press your mouth against the edge of her entrance, collecting all the slick zoya's making just because of you, and that thought alone drives you crazy.

you don't get to bask in that thought for long though.

zoya's grip on your hair tightens a second later, and you whimper before leaving your tongue flat, knowing that's just a warning before she's rutting against your tongue and guiding you by your hair into whatever side she so desires. “good god, such a pretty mouth,” she grumbles between labored breaths, and you're more than happy to let her use your tongue to her heart's content. her clit keeps brushing against you, bringing out grunts and groans out of zoya like she's losing her grip on reality. between the way she looks down at you like she owns you, eyes clouded from the pleasure, makes you clench your thighs while your cunt squeezes around nothing.

“gonna cum soon. you better be a good little whore and take it all,” she grunts while still riding your mouth, pushing down against her entrance. you moan against her and push your tongue inside while nosing her clit to try and make her reach her peak. obviously, you're more than happy to comply with her request.

the second zoya creams into your mouth, it's hard to not let out a pleased moan, for you love the way she tastes against you. she trembles above you with a loud groan, her grip tight and borderline desperate on your hair, though that simply makes you moan louder into her drenched folds.

when she's done though, her grip loosens, and you see the softness in her gaze when those lovely blue eyes look down at you. “good girl,” she whispers while gently stroking your hair with a shaky hand.

you pull away from her, smiling brightly at zoya. “i live to serve,” you murmur softly, something that brings a chuckle out of her.

“alright now, i'm pretty sure i've got a promise to keep,” zoya says before taking you by the wrists and pushing your front against the nearest wall, her chest pressed against your back as she holds you there.

“z-zoya,” you gasp out, only to let out a breathless sigh when your girlfriend's hands start to travel across your body in ways she couldn't allow before. one of zoya's hands goes up your blouse and under your bra to toy with your breast and pinch the nipple, something that brings little moans out of you, much to her delight. the other hand meanwhile lifts your skirt from behind and two of her fingers instantly start brushing against your clothed cunt, the fabric already ruined from how turned on you are from eating her out.

“all this for me?” zoya rasps into your ear and smirks to herself when all you let out in response is a needy whine. between her hand playing with your tits and the fingers that don't quite go inside you, she's making every fiber of your being ache to just let her claim you already.

suddenly though, the hand playing with your chest darts away, and before you can ask zoya what’s wrong, she brings it down onto your ass cheek with a loud smack. instantly, you cry out at the sensation, caught off-guard… though you arch your back a bit a mere moment later, allowing zoya full access to your body.

“you don't get to tease me, dressing up like this for one of my shows,” she scolds before giving your ass another smack; the skin is already turning red. “you've got no idea what it was like, seeing you like this and having to hold back just ‘cause i've got a show.”

“i-i’m sorry-” you begin with a shaky voice, only for your words to morph into a sharp moan as she smacks your other ass cheek with the hand that was teasing your drenched in your own slick.

“i'll make you understand what will happen if you dress like this again.”

christ, this just makes you want to do it again as soon as possible.

zoya then pulls your soaked underwear out of the way until your panties fall to your ankles, and without waiting for a single instant, pushes three whole fingers into you while still sporting that smug smirk of hers, which only widens at the loud moan she drags out of you. “just like that, yeah. keep making noises like that while i'm the one that fucks you.”

you obey without complaints, something she makes not just easy but inevitable. zoya's fingers fill you up as she pumps into you at an already unbearable pace. the way she pants and growls into your ear only makes you clench around her fingers more, which makes her chuckle lowly against you and in return your cunt flutters around her, trapping you in an endless cycle. her fingers move in and out, already accustomed to your walls like it's her second nature, and it only takes her a moment before her fingers curl up against your g-spot and ram into it like she's trying to bully it.

“zoya, fuck, p-please,” you gasp between wanton moans, focusing on the way her body presses against yours while her fingers go in and out of you.

zoya laughs, though the sound is eclipsed by the wet noises coming from below and the moans coming from above. “please what, babe? c'mon, you're a big girl, so use your words.”

it's hard to speak at all right now, but somehow you manage. “c-close. please lemme cum,” you plead, then squeeze your eyes shut to focus on the pleasure she makes you drown in.

“just like that, yeah. that's my slut,” she says as her free hand darts to your front and starts rubbing your clit with two fingers. instantly, your eyes go wide and the volume of your moans grows, feeling breathless under the assault of her fingers that fuck you from all possible angles. you can't think, you can barely even see beyond the stars she brings to your vision, yet zoya remains relentless as she fingers you.

the only warning you give her is a sharp gasp before you cry out and let your head fall forward, a sudden stream of cum shooting out from between your legs that coats her hands and some of her floor as well.

“goddamn,” you hear her whisper in shock, awe and even pride, though it's almost impossible to think through your orgasm. she helps you ride your high while slowing the pace of her fingers, until she finally stops and slowly pulls away to hold you from behind in a tender hug.

“you were beautiful there, babe,” she whispers, gently pushing your hair away to leave gentle kisses at the back of your neck. this woman behaves like a beast more often than not, but zoya still treats you like fragile porcelain when she's done making you see white. it's something that only makes you love her more and more.

with tired breaths, you smile back and close your eyes, enjoying the way her lips feel against you. “you were awesome too,” you praise, “both here… and on the stage.”

the soft laugh she lets out against your skin makes goosebumps rise where she breathes. “damn right i was. i gotta be cool onstage when i know my girlfriend's watching.”

the next morning, when you wake up in your girlfriend's bed with your head tucked comfortably under her chin and soft snores coming from zoya, a glance upwards makes a wide grin rise to your face.

the banner you made for her and the rest of the band hangs there, above the bed, proudly.

[cultkinkcoven]

I always find it so interesting how my practice and relationship with Lord Lucifer seems so similar to the relationships other theistics despite how different they are, especially in relation to nuns.

Like, reading accounts from people like Teresa of Avila describing their experience of religious ecstasy feels so familiar. I know its not supposed to sound intimate or erotic but oh boy, does it ever sound FAMILIAR.

From Teresa:

"I saw in his hand a long spear of gold, and at the iron's point there seemed to be a little fire. He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart, and to pierce my very entrails; when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also, and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God. The pain was so great, that it made me moan; and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that I could not wish to be rid of it. The soul is satisfied now with nothing less than God. The pain is not bodily, but spiritual; though the body has its share in it. It is a caressing of love so sweet which now takes place between the soul and God, that I pray God of His goodness to make him experience it who may think that I am lying."- The Life of Teresa of Jesus

Oh yeah? Is that what happened? :)

Same deal with St. John of the Cross, reminds me so much of my deal with Lucifer and it's incredibly ironic and somewhat beautiful?

"In the inner wine cellar I drank of my beloved, and when I went abroad Through all this valley I no longer knew anything, And lost the herd that I was following.

There he gave me his breast; There he taught me a sweet and living knowledge; And I gave myself to him, Keeping nothing back; There I promised to be his bride.

Now I occupy my soul And all my energy in his service; I no longer tend the herd, Nor have I any other work Now that my every act is love

With flowers and emeralds Chosen on cool mornings We shall weave garlands Flowering in your love, And bound with one hair of mine.

You considered That one hair fluttering at my neck; You gazed at it upon my neck; And it captivated you; And one of my eyes wounded you.

When you looked at me Your eyes imprinted your grace in me; For this you loved me ardently; And thus my eyes deserved To adore what they beheld in you.

Do not despise me; For if, before, you found me dark, Now truly you can look at me Since you have looked And left in me grace and beauty."

-The Spiritual Canticle

"O guiding night! O night more lovely than the dawn! O night that has united the Lover with his beloved, transforming the Beloved into his Lover. Upon my flowering breast, which I kept wholly for him alone, there he lay sleeping, and I caressing him there in a breeze from the fanning cedars. When the breeze blew from the turret, as I parted his hair, it wounded my neck with its gentle hand, suspending all my senses. I abandoned and forgot myself, laying my face on my Beloved; all things ceased; I went out from myself, leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.”

-The Dark Night of the Soul

Are you fucking kidding me.

oh yeah. I feel you, girl. I know exactly what you're describing.

I fucking love, I adore finding instances of THIS throughout history. This beautiful THING where religious devotion and divine ecstasy and love blend into a this realm of intimacy is so fucking delicious to observe.

From Hadewijch of Antwerp:

"On a certain Pentecost Sunday, I had a vision at dawn… My heart and my veins and all my limbs trembled and quivered with eager desire, and, as often occurred with me, such madness and fear beset my mind that it seemed to me that if I did not content my Beloved, and my Beloved did not fulfill my desire, dying I must go mad, and going mad I must die."

 "And I was in such a state as I had been many times before, so passionate and so terribly unnerved that I thought I should not satisfy my Lover and my Lover not fully gratify me; then I would have to desire while dying and die while desiring. At that time I was so terribly unnerved with passionate love and in such pain that I imagined all my limbs breaking one by one and all my veins were separately in torturous pain."

GIRL. I SEE YOU.

"When the loved one receives from her Beloved

The kisses that truly pertain to love. When he takes possession of the loved soul in every way, Love drinks in these kisses and tastes them to the end. As soon as Love thus touches the soul, She eats its flesh and drinks its blood.

Love that thus dissolves the loved soul Sweetly leads them both To the indivisible kiss- That same kiss which fully unites The Three Persons in one sole Being.

Thus the noble dew appeases the conflagration That had been raging in the land of Love"

-Hadewijch: The Complete Works

From Mechthild of Magdeburg:

"Lord, you are my lover, My longing, My flowing stream, My sun, And I am your reflection."

"God said to the soul: 'I kiss you. I embrace you. I press you to my divine heart. You are entwined in me and I in you. We two shall never again be separated"

"Lord, I lie at your side, naked and free. My heart beats with yours, My soul melts in your fire. Take me, my Beloved, and make me wholly yours"

Also from Mechthild:

"Then the bride of all delights goes to the Fairest of lovers in the secret chamber of the invisible Godhead. There she finds the bed and the abode of love prepared by God in a manner beyond what is human.

“Stay, Lady Soul.” “What do you bid me, Lord?” “Take off your clothes.” “Lord, what will happen to me then?” “Lady Soul, you are so utterly formed to my nature That not the slightest thing can be between you and me. Never was an angel so glorious That to him was granted for one hour What is given to you for eternity. And so you must cast off from you Both fear and shame and all external virtues. Rather, those alone that you carry within yourself Shall you foster forever. These are your noble longing And your boundless desire. These I shall fulfill forever With my limitless lavishness.

- God, Desire, and a Theology of Human Sexuality

From Vallana:

"Once he had peeled my clothes off,

my arms could not hide my breasts;

his chest became my only covering.

When his hand plunged below my hips,

who could have saved me, drowning in a sea of shame,

but the god of love himself who teaches us how to faint?"

-Erotic Poems from the Sanskrit: An Anthology

AAAAAAA DDDDUUUUUUDDDDEEEE

I KNOW these people would NEVER see what they're doing the way I see what I'm doing BUT COME ON

Despite our differences we do share a lot in common

[wildernessuntothemselves]

it's that time again where i distract myself thinking about all the series i wanna write so i will once again include you with me. which fics (those already published as drabbles and those in my drafts) do you wanna see be turned into series?

kingdom come He thought he was falling for a sweet, misunderstood witch. You made him believe you needed saving—so of course he fell in love, pledged his life to you, and swore he'd protect you from the world. Turns out, he needed saving. And you're the reason he’s doomed. Now he’s cursed, collared, and stuck at your side as your loyal little hellhound, He should’ve killed you when he had the chance. But he didn’t. And now? He belongs to you.

God is a Woman

You were just toying with him. A pure, church-raised boy who didn’t know the first thing about lust—let alone demons. You only meant to tease him, maybe break him a little. But what you don't know is that the boy who once begged at your feet is the one fated to destroy you.

3. Tale as old as time

You're not supposed to mess with any of them—but that never stopped you before.

Soobin’s the innocent altar boy who watches you like he’s starving. Yeonjun’s the temple guard who spoils you as if it would win you over. And Beomgyu’s the entitled noble who thinks you belong to him just because he wants you.

You can't choose, but they've all decided you were theirs.

4. Real Boy

ou don’t do love. You don’t even do feelings. You just wanted something pretty to keep you company—so you stitched together the perfect little puppet and gave him life.

Beomgyu is sweet, soft-spoken, and so heartbreakingly devoted. Maybe too devoted.

There’s something off about him. Something that clings.

But when that isn't enough, you try again—this time creating Taehyun, blank-eyed and beautiful. He’s quiet, polite, a perfect doll.

And Beomgyu hates him.

He doesn’t understand why you needed another. Why you’d want anyone but him.

And if your new creation ends up broken? Well… maybe that’s what he was made for.

5. Not even death

You promised Beomgyu you'd love him forever. Then he died.

Grief nearly broke you—until Yeonjun, his best friend, helped pick up the pieces. You never meant to fall for each other. It just happened. You loved Beomgyu. You still love him.

But now things in the house aren’t right. Pictures are moved. Bruises bloom on your skin. Yeonjun keeps getting hurt. And sometimes, when you turn around… you see him.

Beomgyu’s back.

And he hasn’t forgotten your promise.

Not even in death.

6. Stud!gyu

Beomgyu is your prized hybrid—beautiful, obedient, and always so eager to please. You’ve spoiled him since the day he arrived, and in return, he’s given you everything you’ve ever asked for. Especially when it comes to the “product” your clients are willing to pay top dollar for.

Everything was fine… until the day you skipped your morning shower.

He caught the scent of your boyfriend—and snapped.

Suddenly your sweet, soft boy isn’t so sweet anymore. Now he’s jealous, territorial, and refusing to give you anything. A very expensive contract is on the verge of falling through, but beomgyu doesn't yield. He tells you the only way he'll be getting his cum is if you collect it from your pussy.

7. Wild ones

When the wolves came crawling to your coven for help, you named your price: one of them would have to be sacrificed. You didn’t say what that meant—but they agreed anyway. And now their eldest lies chained to your altar, hard and helpless, while you wring every drop from him in front of his brothers.

Yeonjun is sweet. Obedient. Easy to break. But the others? Not so much.

You shouldn’t have teased theme. But you couldn’t help it. They’re all so easy to rile up—and you love watching them fall apart.

You’re not afraid. You probably should be.

8. pup!gyu and kitty!you

Beomgyu’s a big, clingy dog hybrid you’ve spent months avoiding—loud, touchy, and way too obsessed with cuddling. You never wanted anything to do with him… until winter hit and the heat got cut off.

You only meant to use him for warmth. But now he’s rutting against you in his sleep, crying your name like a bitch in heat, and you’re the one helping him get off just to keep him from leaving the bed.

And now that you’ve touched him, now that he knows how good your hand feels wrapped around his cock? There’s no going back.

He’s your mutt now. Your problem. And you’ll take care of him—your way. Just as long as Master never finds out.

9. Bazaar

Beomgyu’s never shown interest in the prince’s fancy mates. Not the trained courtesans or the purebred hybrids gifted to him since he was a pup.

Then he sees you—a mongrel on display in the back of a seedy market, leered at and pawed over for coins. He shouldn’t want you. But he does.

And once he gets a taste, he’s hooked.

Now you’re living in the palace, forced into silk and collars, while Beomgyu follows you around like a lovesick mutt—clingy, possessive, begging you to let him breed you. To give him kittens. To love him.

10. High stakes

You’ve killed slayers before—young, cocky, predictable. So when they send another one after you, you’re more amused than worried.

Until you get him alone.

He’s sweet-faced and flirty, but under the charm is a sadistic little freak who stabs first and moans later. You leave him dazed and bleeding on your floor… and he still finds you the next night.

You try to feed. He kills your meal.

You try to run. He makes you beg.

You fuck. You feed. You both almost die.

And still, neither of you can stay away.

[miioouu]

Mean dad's best friend! John Price Ending

Helloooo! I’m back from the dead to drop this horrible, disgusting, bad bad final part for Price’s route! I’ve been dealing with some personal issues as well as some terrible creative blocks, so please I know it’s bad, ok? Tw: smut, breeding kink, mention of fingering and oral (female receiving), female reader Wc: 1.4k 

Your eyes kept glancing between the two men. Why are you having such a hard time making a choice? It should be obvious right? Although Simon has always been on your mind, the one you're always crawling back to, you know better than that. The voice in the back of your head is telling you to let go, no matter how much your heart will break, there's someone who'll mend it back together.

The thought alone made you smile, you gazed into ocean blues and suddenly, it wasn't that difficult to choose. His grin alone made your heart skip a beat. His hands, the way they smooth down the skin of your waist as he pulls you closer, is enough to make you melt. And you weren't supposed to feel anything for that man; only here to make Ghost jealous, only a mere distraction at first, but he's become so much more, someone you like…loved even.

You try to voice out your choice, although Price stopped you “It's ok sweetheart, I think he got it, right?” His warm eyes turned icy just by looking at the other man. And again, you hate their silent communication, you hate always being left in the dark, but the moment Simon scoffed, giving you his infamous eye roll as he turned away and slipped from your room, it was enough to make you forget all about their lack of communication skills.

It was the way his arms wrap around you as he holds you close, and the way his warm eyes gazed into yours as he smiled so adorably, that’s one of the reasons why you chose John. The way he cared about you, never talked about other women, never told you what to do. Never stern and never rude, only sweetness outside the bedroom and in it too. His hands are always soft as they gently lift your shirt up, just like he is doing right now, calloused but gentle as they brush against your skin, leaving scatters of goosebumps in their trail. His words, praising you with devotion “Maybe I don’t make you feel as good as him. Maybe he really is better than me…But you know, he doesn’t like you the way I do. Noone ever will.” But you only shake your head. Maybe you have been blinded by Ghost’s pure rough lust, but you’re not stupid enough to disregard gentleness and awe. 

His lips trailed down your neck, down your collarbones, and when usually he’d like to bite and nibble, he feels as if he doesn’t need to mark you anymore. You’re his, you know it, he knows it, Simon knows it. No need for unnecessary roughness, of reminding that you enjoy him just as much, if not more now. It’s obvious, from the way your head falls back against the pillows, they kind of smell like him. From the way your nails dig in his shoulders as you guide him back down, further down. Soft lips on your soft tummy, making the butterflies erupt in your stomach, the way he kisses you, so carefully, like you were crystal, like you were the finest porcelain, like you were the most fragile thing that has ever seen the light of the earth. 

This military man always felt like he belonged in chaos and brutality, the savagery of bullets and loudness of bombs, never did he think he’d find relishing in tenderness and kindness. Cold nights when he’d stay awake praying god would let him see another day of life, now between the warmth of your sheets, god is forgotten, John can only sin and sin over and over again, if this is what hell is like, then so be it, nothing will ever taste as sweet as your arousal. A sloppy man by nature, saliva and drool dripping down his chin as he messily makes out with your folds. Between your thighs, that’s where he truly belonged. 

Doe eyes looking up at you from below, it made you smile, how a man like him can’t contain his eagerness. Your fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer to your core, even closer when your back arched, his fingers suddenly plunging inside you. That’s how he always did it “Wanna make sure you’re ready sweetheart. Don’t ever want to hurt you, not that way at least…”  He’d constantly say, to the point where it kept on replaying in your mind, even at the worst possible moments. He’d always make sure you’d cum on his fingers or tongue first, for comfort, as he puts it. But deep down, that’s not the reason. Knowing that he as you wrapped around his fingers, literally, always did something to him. The way you purr, thrash against your sheets when he overstimulates you with just a flicker to your abused clit, the way you beg him “Please, please! Just…put it in, fuck me!” the way you ramble, voice dripping with desperation, high pitched, and whiny. Your whining, your begging, your crying is why he does it. You’d always tell him how nice he is, but he’s cruel really, selfishly so.

It’s only when he thinks you’re ready, or in other words, it’s only when your tears are staining the pillows, only when your nails drew crescent reds on his back, only when he couldn’t take it anymore, would he push you further up the bed and hover above you. He wouldn’t even give you much time to process what’s happening. He already got your legs wrapped around his waist, and when usually he’d growl and complain about having to use protection, this time he skipped it all together. Your eyes went wide, a small gasp escaped your lips when you felt his tip nudging between your lower lips; he found your behaviour just so cute. He chuckles, leaning down, folding you as he does so, whispers lightly in your ear “You’re so adorable like that, sweetheart. So pretty folded in half for me like that…Got to take advantage of that now, soon I won’t be able to do that at all, hmm?”  It doesn’t take a genius to know what he meant by that, and even if you had any doubts, he slid into you, hissing in pleasure at the feeling of your tight walls around his cock, reinforcing his idea, making it clear. 

And why did he ever doubt you? Was the way you scream his name not enough proof that you loved him? The way you squirm, the way tears cascaded down your cheeks, the way you grabbed into him, all of that, was it not enough to make your decision easier? You’re both too stupid to realise that there shouldn’t have been any hesitation in who you’d choose in the end. 

His hips moved against yours, drilling into you at a speed you’ve never experienced from that man before, or anyone for what matters. His hands dug into your hips as he held you steady. You’re panting, biting your lips to keep your moans at bay, but to no avail. He won’t be having that. “Don’t be selfish now my darling. I’ve been patient enough, the least you could do is appreciate me by screaming my name, don’t you think?” And who were you to deny him this request? Your lips parted at his demand, his name rolling off your tongue has him picking up his pace, faster and faster, he’s reaching so deep. Although not in the fields, when Johnny puts his mind into something, he’ll make sure it happens, no matter what it takes. His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves, it has you twitching underneath him, squirming and shaking, your voice is all choked up when you cum. Your vision is blurry, your limbs feel like jelly as your gummy walls spasm around him, really, he’s not surprised at how fast he cums when he’s with you anymore, never once did it hurt his ego. Your exhausted smile warmed his heart. A kiss on your forehead and a soft whisper of “Thanks for giving me a chance”  has you wrap your arms around him to press a sweet peck to his lips. And you thought that was the end of your night, you’re ready to be tucked in and cuddled up against his chest and be lulled to sleep by his heartbeat as usual, but no. “Oh no, where do you think you’re going, darling? No, no we’re not done yet. I got to make sure it takes, wanna see you all round for me. We’re gonna show him, I can give you what you want. I am what you need…”

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Shang Tsung x Reader: A Chance To Prove Yourself

~~~~~~~~~~~~ The leaves all swooshed on the tree they were bound to in reaction to the wind. The same tree you sat under, sulking as you usually did. A decent distance away from the Wu Shi Academy you used to be devoted. Now it made you sick in a way. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself, you pointed blame at the Thunder God that shut you down.

You remember all too well the secondhand embarrassment and devastation when Raiden bluntly turned you down from joining Earthrealm's champions. Right in front of your best friends, Kung Lao and Liu Kang. The demigod claimed you weren't skillful enough and your ego would get you killed in battle. Yet somehow Lao still gets to go?! The equally arrogant bastard was also confused on that part.

"Maybe Lord Raiden just wants to protect you." You recalled Liu Kang reasoning for his father figure. Bullshit. You may have started late but you train just as hard.

Ever since that situation happened, you became distant with those two. You didn't hold any resent for them, hopefully, but being around them after that made you feel negative. They're good friends and you didn't want to bring the mood down.

Dreading on about everything you were unaware of someone creeping up behind the tree.

"...And she sits alone, wondering if she will ever be good enough. Or perhaps wallowing in self-pity, believing all of them are wrong and don't deserve her strength."

You turned to whoever it was narrating you with a supercilious tone. Opening your mouth with the intent to tell them to shut the hell up, only a gasp would come out when that specific voice belonged to Shang Tsung. You knew Liu defeated him before, but it was definitely not so simple You hopped up ready for a fight with the old, evil coot.

He raises a steady hand as if he isn't looking for a fight. "Oh, so 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 going to defeat me? Do you think you'll win?" Shang asks with continuing patronization.

"No." You lost your battle stance and stood there normally, feeling stupid to even think that. Your ego couldn't be more destroyed so it's easy to be put in your place.

"Good girl. Smart." Shang chuckles and slowly walks to you. You only kept your head down. Carefully with his clawed finger guard, he tilts your chin up. "Poor Y/n. You have so much potential. Truly a loss for Earthrealm that Raiden doesn't let you fight beside him- or your close allies."

"What would you know?" You sneered, eyes following him as he walked behind but you didn't dare move your head even slightly.

"Quite a lot, actually. From the very moment he put you down, up to your friends deserting you."

"Deserting me?" Confused, you faced him and immediately corrected him. "Liu and Lao never deserted me. I just... hang out with them less. Purposely."

The old villain narrowed his maroon eyes at your rebuttal. "And have they ever asked you why? Check on you like they're supposed to? Have they ever even stood up to the foolish demigod and defended your progress?"

Being completely gagged, you couldn't defend that. The answer to those questions were all the same. "...No."

"You call them friends?" Shang shakes his head. "How does that make you feel? Don't you want to prove yourself? Show off truly what you're capable of?"

"Of course, I do!" You snap- not out of anger- but with newfound motivation. "But I train a lot every day. What more can I do?"

He pretends to think on it, you hardly notice. "I could offer my own mentoring to you, if you wish. Help you be advanced than whatever cheap combat monks do." Plotting with his back turned from you, his eyes gleamed at an extra part of the offer. Something you'd likely be interested in. "Say, do you have your own arcana?"

"I don't actually. Why?" As expected, you became more interested. You couldn't shoot fireballs or teleport annoyingly around the perimeter. But what you could do is deny the snake's offer and be a boring rejected fighter. Nope. "Could you get me one?"

"Easily." He nods, then extends his hand. "Is it a deal?"

Almost taking his hand, you retracted a bit. "Wait, what would you be getting out of it? I don't want to be accused of treason or you make me hurt them. They're not perfect but-"

"Oh dear, I would never make you hurt them. I'm trying to help you do the opposite actually. How lovely it would be to make them proud by being just as- pardon me- more powerful than them combine! And you wouldn't get in trouble unless you go chatting which I trust you wouldn't."

It all seems easy and promising. "Deal!" You smile and shook his hand, suddenly getting the feel of something awful overwhelm you. But you pushed it off thinking it was just excitement.

"Now why don't we return to my palace and discuss giving you magic." Shang begins walking away and you were quick to follow your new mentor.

"How long will that take? Won't Liu Kang or Kung Lao notice I'm missing?"

"You think so?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~