#♡god reader

[sorcerous-caress]

Im curious and i thought this was funny, instead of redeemed durge just being brought back, what if they were turned into a demi god of life. What would Astarion think if their new demi god partner just went up to him and was like "How's it feel to bump bones with a demi god?"

That would be the biggest irony of fate, honestly. A lesser god of life with an undead lover, especially since the gods purposely ignore all undeads existence since they deem them too tainted and without any soul the gods don't care for you.

It also begs the question, would Durge change like how Gale changed when he became a god? Would they even still love Astarion the same way when the power dynamic shifted so absurdly? Astarion makes it clear he wants an equal and not a protector, yet it's hard not to give your lover favours as a god of life.

I think that's spawn Astarion's best ticket to curing his vampirism. Maybe you'd need to steal someone else's soul, or ten, but those numbers are nothing for a god if it meant your lover is alive again, showered in Corellon's light again add rejoined the cycle of rebirth all elves are promised since birth.

Astarion would more than appreciate it, he would feel as if he owed you his life twice now. Yet I see that shifting the already unfair scales of the power dynamic.

Of course god Durge can make Astarion their chosen, extend his life beyond immortality if they wished to. Afterall a god of life, even a lesser or demi-god, would be widely popular when each creature breathes with life.

An ascended Astarion might be more of a problem, his soul is truly gone beyond repair. Not a single trace left just a hollow trophy of his past self, of what he can never be again.

You're not the god of death. What right do you have to bring him back if Withers says no? Would Astarion even want to be brought back? Or would he be blinded of all the power he suddenly gained, think he can also use you, a whole god.

I always thought that there wasn't much difference between gods and undead really, both lack souls, both can never love like mortals do, both are not included within the cycle of life.

Even the god of life may not join the living, much like the undead. At least you and Astarion would still have that in common.

[satoruoo]

currently thinking about menace!sukuna

like sukuna who is literally just a menace.

menace!sukuna who reflexively insults you even if what you're talking about has nothing to do with him.

"babe, isn't that bag just so ugly-"

"you're so ugly."

"excuse me?"

menace!sukuna who kicks the backs of your knees when you walk sometimes and cackles to himself when your knees buckle.

menace!sukuna who insults you in old japanese and finds it hilarious that you don't understand a word he's saying.

menace!sukuna who eats all of your food the second you turn away to talk to someone other than him.

"yeah and then my dad- ryo, where the fuck did my food go?"

"how would i know?"

"i can see the mouth on your hand chewing."

menace!sukuna who randomly shouts "think fast!" and launches a massive object at you as hard as he can (you almost die every time).

menace!sukuna who just stares at you while you sleep and you get really creeped out because he genuinely looks like he's plotting your death.

menace!sukuna who does not give a fuck about that thing we love to call shame.

"brat, what's your squirt velocity?"

"we're in public."

"your point?"

"?????"

[ginevrapng]

imagine spending months flirting with remus and he reciprocates but there is a slight age gap, not big enough for you to even think about or other people to think about but he overthinks it and worries he's too old for you, that you're 'wasting your youth' and you should be 'spending time with people your own age'. obviously you think it's rubbish but the thing about remus is he can be hypocritical, he says all this stuff but flirts with you anyway, it's very confusing.

one day he just snaps at you, you've been spending the night at 12 grimmauld place and everyone else has gone to bed, it's just you two and you flirt a bit, no more than usual and that's what shocks you so much at his outburst. "I'm not your boyfriend," he says coldly, in a tone that you've never heard him use directed at you before.

a shiver runs down your spine and you feel like all the warmth leave your body, you hated the way he just talked to you, dismissed you like that. after a moments silence you reply to him quietly, "i never thought you were."

"i never said it was your mistake," he mumbles back softer than before. he gets up from his chair and leaves the room without saying another word.

[uravitypng]

i've spoken about "just the tip" denki but i haven't spoken about taking off the condom while fucking denki. (dark content)(something written late at night so there's bound to be some mistakes, i just had to get this idea out here)

denki is a sleeze, you've known that since you've met him but you can't help but be drawn to him. every time you see each other you feel like the sexual tension grows.

one night you end up underneath him after the whole evening of him staring at your breasts. your skirt is pushed up and he's practically ripped off your shirt. his clothes are gone just as quickly as yours and you watch at he runs his hand through his hair, making him look more attractive than normal. you stare at his lean body and pretty face, you gaze at his happy trail that matches the colour of his hair and the precum on his boxers where you can see how hard he is.

it makes him grin wide as he watches you looking at him. he could hardly hold it against you when he's doing the same to you, wanting to leave hickeys and bite marks all over your plush body and run his hands all over your soft body. "kaminari do you have a condom?"

he pauses for a second before saying he does. you don't catch his annoyance in his tone though. one second he's saying he has a condom and the next he's going over to his pocket and taking one out, ripping the packet open with his teeth. denki grabs your face and kisses you passionately while simultaneously entering you harshly, making you gasp in the kiss.

after a while you truly feel like this is the best sex you've ever had, his cock feels so good inside you and he's teasing you just enough to drive you crazy. he kisses all over your body and gropes your tits, making you shiver and flush. you're sweaty and cock drunk, unable to even be able to form sentences.

denki watches as your eyes roll at the back of your head and knows he has an opportunity if he acts now, the next time he moves out of you he quickly takes off the condom and throws it behind him before thrusting back into you again, he instantly groans loudly as he feels your warm wet walls wrapped around him with no barrier and his pace starts to get sloppy.

you don't notice the difference already feeling fuzzy and dumb on his cock. he watches your body jiggle and how your face scrunches up in pleasure, with your head tipped back and sweet noises coming from your mouth, filling the air. denki's holding on tightly to your love handles, definitely leaving you with bruises. a couple more thrusts and he releases his cum inside you to the hilt, shoving his cock in you as far as he can. this time you feel something and have a fleeting thought that he's came in you but ignore it because you saw him put the condom.

next thing you know he's lowering his body and leaving kissing in his wake while he fingers you before he starts eating you out. you gasp at the sudden contact, first having two fingers rubbed against your upper walls and the next having his tongue flicking your clit making your grab his hair tightly and him to moan against your pussy. he stays there for the next hour, making you orgasm multiple times. as his own cum drips out of your pussy and he slips his tongue inside of you tasting himself causing you to grab on tighter to his hair. you never realised he came inside you, disposing of the condom before you noticed.

[mncxbe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭...

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: age gap relationship, old men fantasizing about their younger colleagues, itty bitty smut, dilfs

Men who are reluctant to ask you out because they don't wanna come across as creeps. They know how unusual it is for a man their age to be interested in a younger woman, but they just can't help it. You're so pretty, cheerful and kind, their little ray of sunshine.

Men who know you're at their beck and call and always make the most of it– be it for asking you to bring them a coffee or simply helping them write a report. Anything just to hear you say "yes sir" in that sweet voice of yours.

Men who can't wait for your birthday so they can finally spoil you rotten with gifts, claiming that it's only natural for them to give you something since you're working so hard and doing such a good job. A little token of gratitude. They love watching you unpack your gift, feigning surprise when you tell them it was exactly the thing you wanted. They hit you with a "Oh really now? That's just wonderful. I'm glad to hear you like it" as if they haven't observed you carefully over the past few months and know everything you like and dislike.

Men who feel guilty when their pants tighten as they watch you bend over to pick something up from the floor. They can only imagine how wonderful you'd look bent over their desk with your panties moved to the side– your pretty cunt sucking them in so snuggly.

Men who think of you a bit too much when they're alone, who do their best not to touch themselves out of respect for you but still end up failing miserably. After a hard day at work the only thing that relaxes them is dirty thoughts of you. They always play it cool the next day at work, as if they haven't moaned your name as they came in their fists last night. and the night before that. and the night before that.

Men who eventually notice that you're also interested in them and feel like they're on cloud nine. All their dreams come true when you start giving them little hints– a lingering touch here, an invitation to a bar after work there– but they don't want to rush things. Nah, they take things slow and make sure you're aware of how much you mean to them before even dreaming of laying a finger on you.

Men who are the happiest they've been in years when, after a few weeks of taking you out on dates and treating you to dinner, finally spend the night with you. They make it all about you, really. For once, they set aside their own selfish desires and focus on giving you pleasure like you've never felt before, making use of the many years of experience they have.

Men who love it when you cum for them– it really gets them going. It's soul soothing: watching you melt into the mattress and babble out some sweet nonsense about how good they make you feel. They're so gentle and caring in bed because you're just too precious, but they will gladly spice things up if you want it. Trying out new positions? sure. Toys? on the table. Anything for their pretty darling as long as you keep calling them sir when they're deep inside you.

Men who're already looking for engagement rings less than a year into the relationship. You've got something good going on, so why not? It's not like they're getting any younger. They're more than willing to spend the rest of their life with you, if you want so too, and they aren't going to waste any time to put a ring on your finger.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞, 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮, 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 (𝐣𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞)

[ivysoul]

me when i’m the first person to request a lil carlos fic from youuu 😁 here’s what i’m thinking.

carlos is a pussy eating god. literally would stay between your thighs for hours, and he has. reader starts feeling bad, feeling like she doesn’t give him the proper gratitude he deserves for taking care of her all the time. so she’s determined to give him the most toe curling, sheet gripping, life altering head imaginable, not letting up until she feels like he’s had enough.

tl/dr: reader gives carlos the head of his lifetime, practically overstimulating him ^^ (i hope this made sense.)

𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 masterlists

pairings carlos oliveira x fem!reader

summary since the beginning of the relationship, carlos has spent majority of his time in between your thighs, bringing you to the stars. now it’s time to return the favour and increase it tenfold than what you were doing before.

warnings most sheet gripping oral i’ve ever written (m), praise, reader calls carlos good boy like once, overstim, two orgasms. nothin too crazy !! (carlos also calls the reader mama a lot don’t talk abt it i literally can’t stop.) not proof read don’t come for me.

notes me when you me when venus me when when when

“What’s gotten into you?”

It was right of Carlos to be suspicious of you when you all but jumped on him the moment he walked in the door. Your hands ventured across his body, giving his large biceps a few firm squeezes before going to wrap around his neck. And the kisses were passionate (as always), but needy. So incredibly needy.

You were never this visibly antsy, you were always able to tone it down even if all you wanted was Carlos. But he was gone for almost two weeks and you found yourself missing his company and feeling incredibly lonely.

“What, a woman can’t miss her boyfriend now?”

Your fingers looped into the waistband of his pants, but not venturing too low. However Carlos, having spent too fucking long away from you, felt his body react before his brain could catch up. His t-shirt made him feel too hot and clammy and he needed to get it off. Preferably in the bedroom. With you.

“You’re acting like I was gone for such a long time, sweetheart,” even he didn’t believe the words entirely himself, because it was a long time. Any amount of time away from you is a long time to him.

You didn’t respond, figuring your actions would speak for themselves. So, you dragged him by his belt loops to the bedroom and took his clothes off for him one piece at a time.

Carlos smiled down at you but furrowed his eyebrows. “Y’know, I was gonna take a shower. I would assume that’d be more hygienic before we do this.”

You chuckled lightly. “You could roll around in cow shit and I would still wanna fuck you,” he stared at you. “Okay maybe that’s a bit of a stretch but you get the point. A bit of dirt never scared me.”

He rolled his eyes playfully as you pushed him onto the bed, crawling your way over to him. You sat hovered over his half hard cock, reattaching your lips to his and tugging roughly at his hair. The action caused for him to moan into your mouth and squeeze his arms around your body tightly.

Your gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Missed you so much, baby,” you pulled away to say, a bit breathless.

“I missed you, too, honey,” he smiled at you lovingly. He’ll never get tired of looking at you. “Want me to make you feel good?”

You almost nodded, too into the routine of him coming back and finding home in between your thighs. But instead, you shook your head, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to hold back a grin from looking at his confused expression.

“Why not?”

“‘Cause it’s your turn.”

Those words alone caused his cock to reach a full erection.

You didn’t give him head often, he always insisted on the fact that your pleasure came before his. Plus, in his eyes, if he got to have sex with you, it was enough. He got most of his pleasure from giving you yours, and he didn’t have a problem with that one bit. But you did, for the most part.

So when you did suck him off, you made sure it always topped the last occasion. This time was no different.

You started placing kisses on his neck, making your way down to his collarbones, leaving little lovebites on his skin. It looked like a trail going from his collarbones to behind his ear and it made you giggle, which in turn made Carlos giggle.

Though his laughing stopped when your brushed your thumb across the tip of his cock. The laugh trailed off into a whine, and it made you smirk.

Your lips are at his v-line now and your free hand is tangling in his happy trail. Your kisses are sloppy and wet, and when you lean back to look at his cock, you audibly moan at the sight.

The tip was an angry red colour and leaking pre-cum. And god, you didn’t even know he could get this hard. “So pretty, baby. Your cock is so, so pretty.”

Carlos didn’t expect you to take his entire length down your throat in one go, but here you were. You gagged when he hit the back of your throat, tears immediately accumulating in your eyes, but you kept going when Carlos let out a throaty moan. The sound made your clit throb.

“Holy fuck,” his voice was strained. You freed his cock from your mouth and trailed your tongue up a prominent vein, circling around his tip when you made it to the end of the vein. You pumped his cock with your hand, relishing in the way he was so needy for your touch.

Then, you ducked up head down and took one of his balls into your mouth, sucking and kissing at it as he groaned. His fingers laced through your hair, trying his best to keep it at light tugs, but he found it harder and harder as time went on. “Shit, mama. So fuckin’ good at this.”

You squeezed around his tip and hummed in appreciation, which of course, only made him whine. Moving to his cock once again, you took him into your warm mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down agonizingly slow.

Carlos tried—he really did—to keep his self control, but every ounce of it was lost to you. His hips suddenly bucked up into your mouth and made you gag, not that either of you were complaining whatsoever.

You sped up your pace now, leaving Carlos a moaning and whining mess. Moans of your name repeatedly leaving his lips. He looked so pretty like this. Hair disheveled, lips swollen and wet from the previous kissing and him biting down on them. The pleasure he was feeling in this moment was intense. He hasn’t felt like this in a while. His head was spinning and his abs were tense. He felt like a fucking teenager with how badly he needed you.

“Mama—‘M so close. Fuck, fuck,” his fingers tangled in your hair and tugged harder than he meant to, but it caused for you to moan around his cock, which sent vibrations of pleasure directly through it. “Uhng! Sh-hit…”

You moved one of your hands from his thigh to his balls and cupped them, groping them firmly, just how you know he likes it. So it was no surprise when he felt his orgasm approach way too quickly for his liking.

You lifted your mouth from him, a thick string of saliva connecting you to his tip. With a hand moving up and down his cock in fast motions and the other on his balls, you looked up to him through your lashes, wet with tears. “Y’gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum down my throat?”

“Fuck yes, mama. Gonna fuckin’ cum. Needa cum so bad. Please,” you always loved it when he begged. So how on earth could you possibly tell him no?

And he came when you resumed your actions. He released a noise that sounded like a mix of a moan and groan as he came down your throat, shooting hot, white ropes of cum. You swallowed every bit that he gave you without once lifting your head. And then continued.

If he was gonna spend hours on end with his mouth on you, you were gonna spend some time with your mouth on him. Despite his overstimulated state and his whines for you to lay off.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, shit!”

His sounds were like music to your ears that wanted to bottle up and keep to yourself. Unlike his usual deeper voice, his voice now was higher pitched. You loved it when he got like this.

The pain mixed with the pleasure made him see literal stars. His chest was heaving and his ears were ringing, but god did he love it. “M-Mama—oh f-fuck! Can’t. Can’t.”

You squeezed his thigh assuringly, letting him know that he could get through this. Besides, you weren’t sure you quite payed back the favour yet. You could tell he was getting close again, by the way his hands were getting more and more restless and the way his cock twitched in your mouth.

And then he was cumming inside your mouth a second time. Unlike last time, you lifted off of him to swallow, deciding to give your throat a small break before you went at it again. You could definitely see why he loved to eat you out for so long.

You beamed at him, smiling sweetly and rubbing his thighs soothingly. “You did so good f’r me, my love. Such a good boy, yeah?” Your voice was hoarse and your throat burned a bit, but quite frankly, you didn’t care one bit.

He looked down at you with low lidded eyes and smiled weakly. “Yeah. ‘M good f’r you, mama. Love you so much.”

“I love you too, hon,” you manoeuvred your way up to straddle his hips again and kissed him deeply, and he moaned at the taste of himself on your tongue. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

[seattlesellie]

ellie strapping u from the back but sitting on your upper thighs… you’re fully laying down and she’s playing with your ass cheeks EHAGWVEF

♡ and like she’s shoving your head deep into the mattress, only gripping and adjusting you by your neck in order to hear your little moans and huffs, letting the bulbous tip of her dick just slip a centimeter inside your cunt as she spreads your asscheeks further apart and talks your ear off about your “slutty little hole” taking her … i can’t take it i literally can’t.

chuckling meanly all “you’re so fuckin’ dirty… look at you, bet you’d love it if i…” then smacks your ass, “fuck yeah”, and then she grabs your cheeks and squeezes them hard together just to see them swallow up her strap. meanwhile her pupils are dilated and blown out like two giant balls and her lips are formed in a tight line and she keeps smacking your ass on and on !

[b1mbodoll]

i feel like no one ever talks abt heeseung here and he makes me soooo insane (( _ _ ))..zzzZZ

heeseung is the type to have you crying as soon as he stretches you on his dick !!!!! by the time hes done your eyes r all puffy and legs weak bcs that dick is just too good! probably dazed and confused too :( i also think heeseung makes you "thank daddy" every time he makes you cum!!!! u end up telling him u love him bcs of how good you feel too and he loves it. probably loves EVERY second of it 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

love 🎀 anonie!

pairings: lee heeseung x f! reader

warnings: daddy kink + creampies + womb fucking

💌: ohhhh this is too much for my brain 🥺 gna eat u srsly

big dick hee is so real !!!! his cock is so pretty, its v thick n long too <3 n he always has to prep u with his fingers before trying to slip even just the tip inside 🥺

“what do you say, baby?” there’s a teasing lilt in his voice, his hand cupping your cheek as you bounce on his cock. “thank you!” you moan, eyes teary and voice shaky, “thank you so much daddy, makin’ me feel so good!”

heeseung’s thick length splits you open and the tip repeatedly kisses your cervix, making you scratch at his back and grind against him, too fucked out to bounce on him properly. the pace you’ve set is too slow for heeseung’s liking so he takes over, fucking up into you over n over til you squirt, making a mess of your boyfriend’s abs and pelvis.

“so messy.” he chuckles, trying not to blow his load after successfully making you squirt.

his dick is completely rearranging your insides, pounding into you relentlessly til he reaches his climax, thick seed filling you up and the pressure making you squirm. “fuck! feels so good, daddy. love you n your cock so much,” you babble, tears leaking down your cheeks, “thank you, thank you, thank you!”

your boyfriend’s completely lost in the feeling of your cunt milking him but the praise makes his dick twitch, gripping your hips and forcing you all the way down, the tip of his cock slipping inside your womb.

[emilvr]

♡ fem reader

my favourite thing to think about is spencer and his wife (newlyweds…♡) who both work at the bau and his wife has the biggest crush on her husband; like practically giggling and kicking her feet when he sits down and slightly spreads his knees, and runs two fingers along his stubble when he’s deep in thought and she’s out of his earshot like “i need him so bad it makes me look silly. pathetic even”

cause spencer runs his fingers over his facial hair when he’s thinking or he runs his hands through his hair and at first it was just a habit but now he does it because he sees his wife, insanely smart and capable of rendering serial killers physically useless, giggling and covering her cheeks with her hands as her face heats up… like are you seeing the vision

[konigceo]

super shy !!!

lala's notes : finally a little something to my fav♡

cw : fluff, könig x gn!reader, assume u guys live together !!

könig, who loves you so much. you're the light of his life!! but for the love of god, he can't express it :(((

he tries so hard!! he just wants to pepper kisses all over your face, to make you feel loved, but always ends up chickening out or feeling embarrassed about it :(

so he tries a different way. he contantly gives you small gifts, like a snack from the convenience store, a few bracelets, your favorite cut up fruit! the little shy smile you give him, thanking him always makes his chest fill up eith happiness, a smile tugging on his face (he's too cuteeeee)

könig loves you, from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't bear losing you. he hopes you'll understand that he's simply too shy to initiate the first act yet.

so the majority of the time, you're the one to run up to him and give him tight hugs, to grasp onto his hands in a crowd, to press a small kiss to his cheek. his face feels hot whenever you do, and könig is sure you can see it.

könig loves being close to you, feeling your warmth radiate against his skin. in fact, he might love it a little too much♡

[sorcerous-caress]

I saw some discussion in another ask about whether Durge becoming a god would remain the same person, and I felt like sharing some stuff I read which I found really interesting- about ascending to godhood and "mortal" partners specifically.

Becoming a god, you are aware of everything going on in your domain, you can always hear and process the prayers of your faithful. The lack of need to continue indulging in food, sleep, etc, make it hard to still appreciate those things like one once did. And by comparison to just your baseline existence, it's underwhelming in the first place- again, constant prayers, higher power, higher understanding. In the end the person described it like having a pet, essentially. You love your pets and your pets love you, undoubtedly, but there are a lot of things you cannot share with them, because they wouldn't understand it or be able to appreciate it like you do. Just the edge of a god's consciousness, knowledge, awareness, would probably be intensely underwhelming to a mortal. A god wouldn't truly be able to meaningfully explain their existence to a mortal, etc.

Also the thing of immortality itself and how it seems to affect people's perception pretty directly, like elven lifespans do. You can become pretty detached to the concept of time compared to mortals or others who have shorter lives. What's a few decades translating an ancient language, when you've got eternity to do whatever you like?

I feel like those differences would be a non-issue, or even enticing to some (i mean. i think some people would be okay with the "pet of a god" position.) but it's certainly not for everyone. And what if you, as a god, do an oopsie and forget to dote on your mortal lover for a few years, because they aren't in your plane, and you had to attend to your faithful, or other manners of godly business?

I've wanted to ramble on about this for ages, hopefully this is alright lol. It's been swimming around in my brain, I just find the psyche changes so interesting. Good food!!

-Tressym Anon

Good food indeed

Side note: does that mean elves are the most spoiled pets ever with their owner gods forming an entire pantheon just for their precious little pointy eared guys? While humans are akin to a stray racoons dumpster-diving and scrounging for scrabs because no god would ever take them? Is that what Corellon doesn't want his precious pets to associate with humanity and their rabies?

Anyway someone should call animal control on Lolth. There's probably a huge poster on the gods' meeting room door reminding everyone to not feed the wild racoons outside their homes and don't even attempt to domesticate them, Mystra looks the other each time she passes by it.

But yeah, this is a very well written explanation of what it would've felt like to be a god. No wonder Durge is going to change beyond compression, even ascended Astarion would just seem like an exotic pet to him, like how some people keep tarantulas.

But one thing tho, I think their views on mortals are even lesser that of a pet.

If Mystra, a good leaning neutral god wanted her favourite pet to kill himself just for her forgiveness, it's wild to think what the evil aligned gods would require of you.

Maybe ants? Dolls? I mean you also don't fuck your pets so it is confusing a bit. Gods both can be attracted to us but also act as if we're more worthless than dust.

Some gods gamble with mortal souls, others keep mortal friends and walks in their mortal form a lot. It's like a 2D person being asked to imagine the third dimension, something that looks very simple and makes sense to us could be utter nonsense and impossible to even comprehend to them.

Dolls might be the best description honestly, sentient dolls. I'd imagine playing town management games to be the closest experience to being a god, years can pass like seconds to you but you also can slow down time to experience it minute by minute.

You see the people that you guide and order around and you acknowledge them as people but they all seem so small from high above, their efforts so meaningless in the grand scheme of things.

But you can get down on their level, maybe even have a small chat to them one to one, flirt a bit or sleep around. Then vanish back up when another task needs to be done as they get reduced to another number in your count of followers.

And here I was debating writing a god Gale au with a reader who ends up going back to him after ascending Astarion and regreting it, thinking a god surely is more responsible and respectful of them than a legit vampire lord.

It is funny to think that Gale has the potential to become the most toxic out of all of them, I mean we have all saw Bhaal's punishment for Durge if they fail to become his slayer, what he would reduce his favourite child to.

The line between good and evil must be very blurry when you're sitting up high. Or maybe mortality straight up just doesn't exist, it's action and reaction instead.

[l0v3tast3]

damn right!!!! pervy neighbor!toji would indeed end up having the reader move in with him and he will absolutely love iiiit... that means he can’t have his hands to himself at all, like imagine him fucking the reader and filling her up in in the morning before she goes to college, and later when he comes back from work he can have her again without any worries to be interrupted (still tries to get the reader preggo tho)

damn fucking straight anon!!! you're so damn right...... *kisses u on ur forehead* ur a genius anon ur so smart mwah !! (๑˘︶˘๑)

toji is quick to interrupt your broken whines about being late to class by pressing harder against your upper back, pushing you down from your elbows until your head is turned, the side of your face pressed into the mattress. "you're still thinkin' about that?" he breathes, using his other hand that's gripping your ass to pull you back and forth on his dick like a toy. toji's goal, other than seeing you swell with his baby, is always to make you as dumb as possible before he sends you off to college. it's adorable watching you stumble frantically out the door on wobbly legs, glaring at him while you give him a quick kiss on your way out.

once he lays his chest over your back and buries himself as deep as possible to cum inside you, toji tells you to make sure not to spill a single drop with a salacious grin and a filthy kiss that leaves a string of spit between your lips. as angry as you pretend to be with him for making you late to your first class of the day, toji always hears his phone ding! with a text from you a couple of hours after he leaves for work. he knows by now to open it while he's on his own. you'll send him a picture in a bathroom stall of the mess he made of you with a text saying how much you missed him and needed him to fill you up again. toji just doesn't understand how he managed to get so lucky with his sweet little girlfriend.

after he spends the rest of the day with an aching cock, he gets home to find you on your shared bed doing your homework. you're laying on your stomach, kicking your feet in the air with earbuds in playing your favorite music, angled away from the door so you don't hear him come in. toji loves how you jump a little when he walks over and runs a hand down your back and under the hem of your shirt. you'll take out your earbuds and exclaim how he needs to stop sneaking up on you, but he's already tugging you up to your knees so he can kiss you hard enough to arch your back against the strong arms wrapping around you. "always such a fuckin' tease, sendin' me that shit while i'm at work. y'want more of my cum in you, princess? hm, i don't think y'deserve it after making me hard all fuckin' day. gonna have to make it up to me, sweetheart."

tl;dr, toji's routine with you once you move in with him <3

[catcze]

Like babe can you imagine domestic life w/ Wriothesley;;;;;; like yeah living with and working beside him in the Fortress of Meropide literally in the bottom of the ocean isn't how you thought you'd find love, but goddamn here you are.

like like like;;;;;;; Think about when you both have to get up early to see to the papers and the admin work around the Fortress. Wriothesley is already at his desk, today's newspaper in his hand while he momentary forgoes the documents he has to see to today.

There's barely any indication that he had been in bed with you less than an hour ago, face smushed into the juncture of your neck and mumbling half-slurred words. The Wriothesley then is hard to see as the one sitting before you now: working clothes on, eyes sharp and awake, mouth set into a hard frown as he reads. Awake as if he had been up since the early hours of dawn.

The only thing that gives him away is the bed-headed messiness to his hair, which only grows even worse when you ruffle it as you near. "Good morning, darling," he says, a teasing lilt to his voice. "Finally awake, I see."

"Just barely," is your eloquent grumble, plopping down to sit sideways on his lap, still careful not to jostle the teacup in your hand. Unlike him, your clothes are still rumpled and creased, and your hair is undoubtedly a mess. Probably even worse than his. Sleep is still calling to you, despite the start of the work day, and you yawn before you can even take one of the documents on his desk.

Your lover, quick as ever, takes your momentary distraction to steal your teacup and take a sip of its contents, humming in delight even while you exclaim.

"Hey! Make your own tea!" You try to grab the cup back from him, but he pulls it just out of your reach. With a scowl you try to smack his chest, but he doesn't even wince.

"But you always make the tea just perfectly, darling." But still, with a kiss pressed to your temple, he returns your tea to you, and you petulantly sip down more than half of the cup in one go, side eyeing him all the while. Wriothesley just tries to contain his smile, pulling you close while he continues to read his paper.

[uravitypng]

coworker ranpo knows exactly how you feel about him even though you try your best to hide it from him and the ada

coworker ranpo constantly shows of in front of you, prideful of his intelligence and his newest achievements

coworker ranpo wants your attention all the time.

coworker ranpo who's too lazy to do any paperwork so he spends his time talking to you instead. you need to focus on your work but you can't bring yourself to stop talking to ranpo, especially when he initiates the conversations

coworker ranpo likes bringing you along to his cases so he can show off to you

coworker ranpo who always knows when you've had a bad day, instead of trying to cheer you up with words he'll offer to share his snacks with you. everybody who overheard in the office immediately stopped what they were doing, shocked and in disbelief, when they heard his offer

coworker ranpo who will seriously craves kissing your lips after you've eaten something sweet. that lollipop you were just sucking was one of favourites and he can't find any others in his snack pile, he's sure you'd make it even sweeter.

coworker ranpo rests his head on your shoulder while he sleeps. you don't know if he's really asleep or if it's just a front to not do any paperwork

coworker ranpo misses you when you suddenly don't turn up to work for a couple of days

coworker ranpo who does like teasing you and messing with you, whenever you make mistakes or you don't know something he'll be there but his comments never seem harsh when directed at you.

coworker ranpo who likes getting a reaction out of you every time he stands too close to you or praises you. he likes watching a shiver run down your spine and a bashful smile on your face which you try and hide it by looking away.

coworker ranpo will invite himself to places you're going and tag along. "you're going shopping? let's go now because i need more snacks."

coworker ranpo doesn't seem that bothered when he starts getting your hopes up that feelings might be mutual. that just means you try to find ways to spend even more time with him than usual and he enjoys your company

coworker ranpo thinks you're smart enough to realise they're not mutual and that hope you have is only fleeting

coworker ranpo has a sweet spot for you

coworker ranpo has no intention of changing the current dynamic you share. you're his favourite coworker.

[darby-rowe]

18+ | nsfw | mdni cw fem!reader, daughter of aphrodite, MAJOR AGE GAP (R IS OF LEGAL AGE), dubcon (r is half-awake), coercion, p in v, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, implied size kink, usage of the phrase "little girl", not proofread

something lures you to wake up in the middle of the night. and in the few seconds it takes you to accustom yourself back to reality, you know who’s calling. you’re already praying to him to not make his presence known to his sons and daughters — clarisse is already suspicious enough as it is, and you don’t need her calculating, judging eyes on you for the next week.

it’s risky and stupid — sneaking out of the aphrodite cabin in the middle of the night, but you do it anyway. you do it for him and his persuasive, dominant aura that never failed to bring you to your knees. as your fuzzy slippers meet the cold, forest floor, you’re careful with every step you take as to not draw attention to any suspecting creatures. it's dark, a little ominous, but you feel his presence draw nearer.

and then you see him — standing ever so tall, towering over you, making you feel small and insignificant. you walk towards him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and moaning about how tired you were. a tinge of annoyance spreads through you as you hear him chuckle mockingly at you.

"c'mon, sweetheart," ares taunts, already pushing up against the nearest tree. you feel his large cock, hard and confined within his jeans, pressing up against your clothed ass. "wake up a lil' — it's not fun if you're falling asleep on me,"

you moan again, both from him grinding against your ass and from being woken up too early. "i'll try," you say, voice small and adorable. you gasp slightly as you feel ares rip down your pajama shorts and panties down to your ankles.

slowly, teasingly, ares rubs the tip of his cock through your folds and you're immediately soaked, earning another chuckle from the god of war. "good little girl. already so wet for my cock, yeah?"

you gasp, feeling him enter your tight cunt, stretching you open over his large dick and you throw your head back. ares takes this opportunity and places his hand on your throat as leverage as he ever so slowly begins to thrust in and out of you. soon enough he's pounding his pelvis against your ass, making you emit choked whines with each thrust of his cock.

you hear him growl under his breath. "perfect little pussy. so fuckin' tight for me. you love getting used like this, don't you? and no one ever has to know, right?"

he asked you a question, but you're already drunk on his cock that you don't respond. this earns you a slap on the ass that makes you yelp and little bit too loud for your liking. and ares's powerful frame has your smaller body in his hands. he could break you and turn you into dust if he really wanted to.

"answer me, little girl," ares growled derisively in your ear, not letting up on his thrusts whatsoever. "no one knows that you get fucked by a god nearly every night, don't they?"

you whimper pathetically, shaking your head. "n-no sir," you stutter. "no one knows. not even mr. d, nor chiron—"

"not even your mother knows," ares added. "she doesn't know that i fuck her daughter like some worthless slut, using you like leftovers when your mother doesn't give me exactly what i want. ooh, yeah, but you like that. you like being a slut to the god of war, don't you? say it," ares's big hand grips your jaw, preventing your head from moving. "say you like being a little slut,"

you were already so close to cumming. you could feel your lower abdomen begin to coil to the point of release and your legs begin to shake underneath you. with whiny moans still pouring out of your mouth, you speak, "yes, 'm your slut, sir. just a fucking cockslut, all for you. i love it. i love it so much...!"

as those final words slip your mouth, you reduce to nothing but nonsensical babbling and whimpering as your orgasm rocks your entire being. you don't even notice ares cumming inside you until you begin to feel his seed dripping out of your used cunt.

ares slips out of you and stuffs his cock back into his jeans. and it's incredible how quickly he catches his breath because, in no time, he's no longer panting. you pull up your panties and shorts, and with a ruffle of your hair, ares says his final words before leaving you alone once again until next time.

"go back to your cabin," he commands. "if anyone catches you this time, you tell them you were sleepwalking; dreaming of..." he trills his lips before shrugging. "i don't fuckin' know, going to sephora to get a new liquid blush or something. but don't tell anyone i was here, or we're done, understand?"

you flash him a smile — one so innocent it could have made him hard again. "i understand, sir,"

[wolfiesmoon]

Little reminders

Chigiri x gn!reader

guess who's writing for bllk again

turns out i kinda forgot that i'm in the bllk fandom sorry about that guys anyways want sum chigiri fluff

(man i want to write for chigiri much more in the future he's so silly and kissable to me)

"What are these?"

"Flowers, duh. Are you blind?" you didn't mean to be so sassy at the moment, but his totally confused reaction about the flowers annoyed you.

"I know they're flowers. I was asking more in a 'why are you giving them to me' sense." Chigri sassed you back, and honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way even if you were slightly offended right now.

"What? Can't I just give my princess flowers when I feel like it?" you smiled mischeviously at your choice of petname, pushing the flowers to his chest so he was forced to take them.

"Not with that petname..." he sighed, taking the flowers out of your hands. He didn't particularly take offense to you calling him that but he would have preferred a more gender neutral petname.

"Why not? You remind me of one." you imagined Chigiri in a pretty pink princess dress in your mind and giggled at the mental image.

"Why are you giggling now...? I don't recall saying or doing something funny." he looked unamused, and you have a feeling he would be even less amused if you told him what you were actually laughing about.

"Nothing, nothing." an awkward silence fell between the two of you after you said that.

When you passed by the flower shop today and saw flowers that reminded you of Chigiri, you decided to buy them impulsively.

You didn't really think much beyond that. What could you possibly continue the conversation with?

"They reminded me of you. The flowers." you blurted out without thinking, cringing at yourself instantly after doing so.

"How?" Chigiri inspected the boquet in his hands. The flowers were pretty and all, but he didn't really get how they screamed 'Chigiri Hyoma' to you. But he wanted to know. Really bad.

"How? Their color reminds me of your pretty, sparkling eyes, and the petals are all shiny and thick like your hair AND kinda remind me of your eyelashes and the leaves are so lean and 'speedy-looking' and it reminds me of how fast you run, and-"

Your mouth was suddenly being covered by a smooth finger, and you made a strange noise upon being stopped mid-sentence.

"Alright, I get it. Don't start making an entire ode to my beauty here." He says so, but his cheeks are turning pink and the blush is spreading rapidly.

"Thank you. For the flowers, and the... compliments." He smiled down at the flowers, and then shifted his gaze back to you. Now he's viewing the random gift of flowers totally differently.

"Tell me not to do it." You gently moved his hand off your mouth. God, you were holding back so hard from kissing him all over it wasn't even funny.

"Don't do it?" Chigiri answered in confusion, gripping the boquet slightly harder.

"Not convincing enough. Get ready for... KISSING ATTACK!!!" you threw yourself onto him, peppering kisses all over his pretty face.

"Ack! Hey, you're-" he didn't exactly have an opening to get a few words in, so he submitted to his fate.

Not that it was a bad one. He enjoyed it far too much.