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[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

On a more serious note

God and who?

[abhartach]

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[exqorcism]

thinkin' about . .. . dry humping with father charlie ␥﹒ ⋆｡˚ 𖥨 ‘ ⿻ ♰

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"we're not sinning. we're simply. .. . exploring. aren't we, angel?".

his hands already lifting the lacy hem of your dress, fingers brushing against your scorching skin in a way that feels both soft and possessive — but that's just who he is, isn't it?

FATHER CHARLIE's lower body pressed yours tight against the marble altar. you couldn't run from him, even if you wanted to — which you didn't. you could only arch your back further, making it easier for him to hook his fingers under the waistband of your panties. his touch feather-like, cold against your flesh, causing a quiet yelp to escape your throat.

"are you gonna fuck me, father?" you whisper, avoiding his question, since you already know he doesn't really expect you to answer. lying is a sin, he once said. and with me, my precious angel, you're gonna be completely open and vulnerable. and so you are — like a good little parishioner is supposed to.

stolen kisses there and then; the not-so-innocent touches when you came to the church at night; the sounds of father charlie's moans, sweet like honey, dripping down your body until all you could feel and smell and taste was him. his mouth travelling down your body, as if he was worshipping you, leaving you breathless and vulnerable against the pew, confessional booth, his priest chair.

standing there, with the edge of the altar digging into your stomach, you can't help but thank god for bringing FATHER CHARLIE to you. the jesus figurine right in front of your eyes seems almost mocking now, as you hear the unmistakable sound of a belt being undone. you shiver against the cold marble, turning your head to catch the priest's dark gaze.

"no, sweet angel. that would be a sin", he answers softly, licking his lip when you eye the visible tent in his white boxers. his trousers fall to the floor with a defeating sound that echoes through the walls like an anthem. you don't protest when CHARLIE's hand reaches down to tease your swollen, puffy clit through your panties — his fingers moving with the unmistakable precision that leaves you breathless each time. you meet his gaze when his hips press flush against your ass.

"then what are you going to do to me, father?"

CHARLIE chuckles — the sound erupts from deep within his throat when he leads you to take off your gown, his gentle hands helping you lift it over your head. his grasp on your hips is steady as he lifts you to sit on the altar with nothing but your panties on. the white, lacy material gracing the temple in between your legs makes FATHER CHARLIE's breath hitch, as he, softly but steadily, rocks his hips against yours.

"letting myself feel what's mine. it's a godly creation, darling, what you're hiding between your thighs. let me feel you. let me take what's rightfully mine."

you nod sharply, feeling the cold marble against your bare ass, your back arching towards the priest's greedy mouth. your hips move forward to meet his, and you circle them slowly, teasingly, feeling his cock twitch against your core. CHARLIE sucks in a sharp breath, pulling you further against the edge of the altar, his cold hands steadying you when you feel like you're about to fall, securing you in his arms as he, more surely now, teases your sensitive clit with the leaking tip of his cock.

a low whimper escapes you at the contact. you can't help but begin to move with him, grinding yourself against him, your arms wrapped around CHARLIE's neck for balance as you meet him halfway. you wished you could feel all of him; beneath the excess clothing, just bare skin to bare skin. you wouldn't dare to do anything without his permission, though.

you continue to whimper, staring deep into FATHER CHARLIE's eyes as his hips snap into yours with an almost animalistic determination, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as one of his big hands travel up your body to gently caress your breast.

"my sweet, little angel— letting me use her however i please", he rasps lowly. the flickering candle light casts shadow over his face, making his features look even sharper, eyes darker, smirk almost animalistic. you moan into the holy air as he tugs on your nipple, hard enough to send a shiver down your spine; your back arching into the air as you feel the pressure build low in your stomach. you'd never thought you could come like this; but it's how things work with CHARLIE. everything about him is unexpected, wild, unpredictable — so foreign yet so familiar.

when you lock eyes again, and, with a shudder and a high-pitched moan, you feel yourself tethering on the very edge. CHARLIE could sense it too — the way your jaw locks, eyes wide and glossy, legs shaking where they're wrapped around his waist.

with a groan, he pulls away, breathing heavily, pulling his underwear down his legs enough for his cock to spring free — leaking, throbbing and red.

CHARLIE pulls your panties to the side, a hint of satisfaction in his black eyes at the wetness covering your puffy cunt, and wraps his hand around himself, thumb gliding over the sensitive crown of his cock as he jerks himself in front of your eyes.

"i'm gonna claim you as mine for life, angel. you'll never look in the direction of another man again — not when you'll feel my come drip down your thighs the second you walk outta here", he chuckles and then moans lowly, spurts of his milky, sticky essence landing on your clit, sending sharp shiver down your spine.

"yes, take it all, angel", CHARLIE's head tilts back, his legs shaking and hips snapping forward, "it's exactly what you were made for, yeah? taking my cum like a good little slut".

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[littlefireball]

ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ᴀꜱ ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ (ᴍ)

ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ᴏᴛ8 ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:  ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ᴅᴏ��� & ꜱᴜʙ|ʙᴅꜱᴍ|ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ|ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ|ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx|ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ|ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ(?)|ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ (ʏꜱ)|ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇɴᴇꜰɪᴛꜱ (ᴄꜱ)|ʙʀᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ|ᴛʜɪɢʜ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ|ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴ|ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ|ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀ|ᴏʀᴀʟ|ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ|ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ|ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.5ᴋ

ᴀʟʟ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɢᴏᴅꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ, ɴɪᴄᴇ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ?

Hongjoong ─ No one can bothers us

King of God Hongjoong x Angel Reader

"Do you know what you have done?" Kneeling before the temple, your wings gracefully hanging on both sides, you bow your head in acceptance of Hongjoong's judgment.

"I used soldiers' lives to defeat demons," you calmly state, showing no remorse.

"They were not just soldiers, but your brethren, your fellow warriors!" The archangel on the judgment seat curses loudly, heartbroken for the companions you sacrificed.

"Forgive my bluntness. Angels ordained to eliminate demons are fated for martyrdom. Since our creation, we have been prepared for a glorious death in battle…"

"Absurd!" The archangel's booming voice interrupts your explanation. "Y/N! As an angel, you are meant to hold life sacred and not justify such careless disregard for it with false reasoning! Merely being born as warriors does not give you the right to treat life so frivolously!"

"Silence!" Hongjoong's cold voice cuts through the archangel's roar. "Y/N, I once saw you as a loyal and formidable angel. Your unorthodox methods were accepted by me. But I never anticipated that you would overstep boundaries and disregard life for your own ambitions."

"No…I…" ""Y/N, for betraying the divine, you shall be stripped of your angelic status and condemned to live on Earth until you reform yourself."

"No!!" Your cry fell on deaf ears as no one heeded your pleas. "Take her away to prison and set a date for her execution," the heartless judgment sealed your fate, and despite your frantic denials, it was all for naught.

You lounged in the cell, gazing at the moon, indifferent to the dawn's arrival. "My acting is quite good, I must say~" A chuckle escaped your lips, and just then, the door creaked open.

Not the jailer, but Hongjoong, the King of God.

"Joong~" You hurried to embrace him, planting a kiss on his rosy lips. "Thanks a lot, darling." He returned the kiss, his eyes filled with adoration.

"You did so well, killed so many angles.Those idiots won't bother me anymore."Hongjoong nestled against your neck, showering you with kisses. "Joong…" You rested your head on his shoulder, granting him more access to please you."Good girls can have rewards, tell me if you want it."

"Yes, please, sir." Hongjoong pounced you onto the ground, burying himself in your chest while pulling down both of your pants. "Baby, you feel so good, so warm." He entered you at a slow pace, making sure you felt every vein of his angry cock. Your mouth formed an 'O' shape when he pushed so deeply, he knew you loved it.

"Please faster, sir." "As you wish, my love." The pleasure he bestowed upon you caused all worries to vanish, erasing any thoughts of his ulterior motives.

You were well aware that you were merely a pawn in his game to reach his ambitions, yet you willingly played along because of your deep affection for him. However, what you fail to realize is that this affection is not genuine love that stems from the depths of your soul.

Hongjong was also never expected the effectiveness of the cupid's arrows. Although he regretted not shooting other people, as long as he achieved his goal, it would be fine. His thrusting was going faster and faster as if there was no limitation.

"You did so well, my lovely girl."

‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿

Seonghwa ─ Twisted Love

God of Hypocritical Seonghwa x Sacrifice offering Reader

(some kind of sequel of SH|Blood, Sweat, Tears ~you may read it first and you may know more about the content)

Humans are easily swayed by the allure of miracles. Once they witness such wonders, they become completely obedient. Nor do the gods in heaven do so, despite my best friend being the ruler of gods. Nevertheless, I shall continue to seek joy in this earthly realm.

Yet, I fail to comprehend why Y/N, a girl of such disdain towards me, holds such animosity. Her aversion surpasses that of others. Am I not the favored ones amongst humanity? Or have I erred in my assumption?

Oh but, clever am I. I gave her the best sex ever, and she hated me less. Well…No, there is something dark in her heart, she still does not love me fully. I have to figure out what it is.

And I found it─her family and villagers. She has never been loved by her family and always been treated as an "object". My poor Y/N. Although it is weird for me to feel pity on her, it doesn’t matter, I will still kill for her.

“I killed all the people you hated. Did I do well?” I can vividly recall the expression on her face upon hearing the news - a mixture of fear and disbelief…No, it shouldn't be like this. I reassure her that I am her protector, willing to go to any lengths for her. But, why? Why does she not rejoice? Have I erred in any way? Does she not wish for their demise? Oh, yes. I forgot one important point. She has yet to witness the extent of my power. Okay, then, I shall shower her with an abundance of love, and watch as her fears dissipate.

“Seonghwa─Seong!!” My longing for her grows stronger with each passing moment, but why? The sound of her moan is undeniably alluring. I am utterly infatuated with it to the point where I would go to any lengths just to hear her moan. Every aspect of her is flawless─her bosom quivers intensely with my every movement, her softness envelops my manhood as I penetrate deeply. Oh, the sensation is truly indescribable. And the most exquisite part is when she releases her essence onto me, her nectar envelops me so perfectly, bringing me endless pleasure.

I need it everyday or I will die, to be honest.

As I gaze upon her slender midsection, a new idea crosses my mind - what if our offspring resided within her? Surely, she would radiate beauty with a precious little one nestled in her rounded belly. The mere thought fills me with anticipation. Whether or not she desires a child is inconsequential; for I am her ultimate authority, and she is bound to obey my every command.

Absolutely, I adore her immensely. If not, I wouldn't make love with her daily. It's inconceivable for me to do so if I harbor any animosity towards someone. This is simply my way of expressing affection, isn't it? All I desire is for her to heed my wishes, especially since I've done everything in my power for her. It's only natural for her to acquiesce. And guess what? She's finally pregnant. All of my acquaintances are rushing to extend their congratulations to us. They are all eager to witness the sheer adorableness of my offspring.

Of course, me too.

However, y/n appears to be discontent… Perhaps it's due to the arduous task of bearing a child of a god? I understand, so I bestow upon her a fraction of my power, just a smidgen, and she will be well. Yet, why does she still appear despondent? She mentioned that she didn't desire the child. How dare she!? She cannot do this!!

As she attempts to flee from me, I lock her. Why? I lavish her with all the love I possess! She shouldn't even consider leaving me. Perhaps there is a shadow lurking in her heart, once more.

“Never mind, I will just shower my love again and she will come back to me.”

‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿

Yunho ─ Prison

God of Revenge Yunho x Goddess Reader

"I know what you have done to me, Y/N." Yunho paced around, the sharp glint of the knife in his hand matching the disdainful look in his eyes as he gazed at you. "I saved your life, Yunho. You cannot do this to me." Your limbs remain securely bound to the bedposts, rendering you immobile. His grip on power was undeniable, unmatched, and you knew there was no escape from his clutches.

"Save me? Who manipulated my mind? Who imprisoned and tormented me, hmm? Tell me!" His grip tightened around your throat, cutting off your cries for help. The sensation of suffocation and agony overwhelmed you, your face flushing red and your chest constricting.

Recollections of yesteryears raced through your thoughts. How could you possibly have fallen for him? You, the divine being who monitored him, why have you been ensnared by his honeyed words? All of it was merely a ploy to lure you in. Aiding his escape from confinement. Alas, you, in your foolishness, fell for it.

Cough The grip around your neck relaxed and you gasped for air. "Just kill me, Jeong Yunho." You said weakly, tears cascading down your cheeks, unsure if they were from agony or despair. "How can I let you go like this? Isn't this too easy for you?" A sly grin playing on his lips. You could sense his twisted intentions.

He climbed over the bed and straddled on you, tracing the contours of your body with a sharp blade. The icy sensation of the knife's edge sent a chill down your spine, instilling a sense of unparalleled dread within you. Observing the fear etched on your visage brought him immense pleasure; he paused his movements on your chest, swiftly slicing through your delicate fabric.

Crimson droplets splattered across his face as he gestured, his hand dripping with blood. The amalgamation of agony and frigidity caused tears to well up in your eyes. "Does it hurt?" You hesitated to respond, fearful of what he might do next. "Answer me." You shut your eyes tightly as he pressed the blade against your neck, focusing on controlling your breath.

"Does my suffering matter to you at all?" "Oh, my dear. It most certainly does~ If you're not in pain, I'll ensure you experience even more agony." He murmured softly into your ear as his hand moved down to your abdomen. "But if you're hurting, I'll make sure you feel pleasure instead." Sat up straight, he untied his pants and sliced through the fabric of your gown from hem to neckline.

"What're you doing…?" You managed to stop him, but it was all in vain. "Forget what I said? Just make you feel better."

"AHH!FUCK!YUNHO!!" He entered you without warning, his size enough to overwhelm you. "Never take that big cock before? Poor pussy." he taunted. Yunho withdrew until only the tip of his member remained inside you, then delivered a sharp slap to your ass, hitting your most sensitive spot. "Fuck!!" Your toe curved each time his cock rubbed harshly along your tight wall. It was your first time, making you hard to adjust to his roughness.

Each jolt of pain caused your body to shudder involuntarily, your lips tightening as agonizing moans struggled to escape your throat. Yunho smirked with satisfaction, leaning in closer to you without missing a beat.

"Don't you say you want to be mine? And now, you can."

‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿

Yeosang ─ Touch me, Taste me, Fill me up 

God of Breeding Yeosang x Human Reader

Whispers circulating throughout the city speak of the sacred water within the temple, rumored to grant fertility to women struggling to conceive. Little do they know, the holy water is merely a facade for the deity himself, disguised as a male priest. He selected his chosen ones, breathing life into those he deems deserving. Hidden within the temple walls, the god eagerly awaits his next prey.

You were forced into marriage with an oily old man due to your family's financial ruin. The old man demanded you have children, driving you to desperate measures of sedation or violence to escape his advances. But it was not a long term solution. He brought you to the temple, warning you threats of a fate worse than death loomed over you, should you fail to conceive and bear his child.

The sophisticated man reclined against the opulent throne, his demeanor exuding an air of refinement. "Come here," he beckoned, his voice laced with an unprecedented softness. You obediently knelt before him, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at the sight of his striking features.

"Tell me, my dear, do you desire to conceive?" Gently cupping your face, his thumb grazed your lips, applying a slight pressure. "I…" You found yourself captivated by his presence, rendered speechless. "Never, right?" He echoed your unspoken thoughts, causing you to flinch. "But what if the child is mine?" "What?"

"Don't worry, that man won't pester you anymore." He grabbed your chin to press his lips on yours. "It'll be good, I promise.”

“Ah~yeosang~oh my god~” The alluring moan caused a flush of embarrassment to spread across your cheeks, yet it also further inflamed Yeosang's desire. He folded you up as a mating press, penetrating even deeper. His powerful thrusting resembled an unstoppable force of nature. Every penetration delved as deeply as could be, forcefully meeting your tender flesh. The combination of pain and arousal left you gasping for breath, your exhilaration expressed through high-pitched cries.

“It seems that pig never fucked you, huh?" "Yah…yah…!" You enveloped him in your embrace, drawing him near to feel the warmth of your body against his. With each thrusting, the friction of your bodies created a thrilling sensation, igniting a new level of excitement. His cock nestled so deep in your cunt as if breaking through your limit.

Your nails dug into his back as he battered your sweet spot again and again. The numbness from thrusting made you reel and moan messily. “Gonna fill your pussy with my seed, it must be good.” He huffed, trying to catch his breath. “Keep squeezing my cock to make me cum?How thirsty you are.” Well, Yeosang totally forgot he was supposed to be elegant, gentle but not rough and dirty. Maybe his possessiveness was stirred up when he saw how that fat pig forced you to bear his child. No, he couldn’t accept this.

“Your pussy can only be fucked and bred by me, dear.”

‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿

San ─ Forbidden Lust

God of Desire San x Evil Reader 

A sharp thrust followed by another sharp thrust. The man behind you completely lost his mind in lust. Upon seeing you for the first time, he realized that the long-suppressed desires within him had been unleashed. You were more beautiful than all the goddesses in heaven; your deep eyes were like stars on a cold night, revealing a unique charm that seemed to see through the secrets of everyone's hearts. 

Maybe it was so-called Love at first sight. 

"Oh darling, you're amazing." His firm member slid against your soft walls perfectly as he moved his hips. A rush of warmth spread from your backside to your entire body, causing a tingling sensation as if electricity was coursing through your veins. "Oh goodness, please, san~" The sounds of moans and skin slapping reverberated through the room, mixed with your desperate pleas.

"I need more depth, need you to cum for me so badly." Flipping you over after pulling out, he thrust back in, hitting your sweet spot effortlessly. "Sannie~" Your arms wrapped around his head as he kissed your chest passionately. His breath grew ragged as his movements became more intense; he nibbled on your skin, leaving behind red marks; his wet tongue teased and swirled around your nipples, making a shy sucking sound ring in both of your ears. Arching your back, you gave him more access, allowing him to penetrate deeper, sucking harder.

He comprehended that you were exploiting his longing for you to attain your desires. After all, Evil despised God. How could there be love between you? But it didn't matter. You were all slaves to carnal desires and were prepared to challenge conventions and reasoning for them. You merely acquired what you required, it was a fair exchange.

You entered into a pact with your enemy, San. In times of need, mutual assistance was imperative, no matter when and where. Just like now, you found yourself  "helping" him. Who would have expected that a god would lose control of his emotions upon hearing the pleas of mortals? Although it couldn't be ruled out that it was because you were tempting him.

“Yes, y/n!” With a firm grab settled on your wrist, he drew back his hips and shoved into you at an incredible pace. Feeling how your chest shook from his movement and watching your fuck out expression were his favourite. He would never get tired of it. 

"Sannie~I'm gonna cum" Leaning back on the table, you felt overwhelmed by the sensation. Your body responded eagerly to his touch, guiding him to stimulate your most intimate area and bring you to the pinnacle by tightening your wall around his big, fat cock. 

“Cum for me, cum for me until you can't cum anymore.”

‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿

Mingi ─ A toy

God of Ruthless Mingi x Human Servant Reader

"Who sent her to me?" You were on your knees, trembling, unable to resist locking eyes with the man standing before you. He was interrogating the man standing behind you. "This is the annual offering from humanity," he declared.

As Mingi caught sight of you in his peripheral vision, a flicker of annoyance crossed his face. Despite being presented as an offering, you were actually a spy sent by his mother, who harbored ill feelings towards him. Humans were easier to control than gods. And the main point was, your presence, in particular, suited his tastes.

Sigh "Send her to my room."His response caught you off guard, you never expected he would agree. "Your wish is my command." As you were escorted to Mingi's chambers after a bath, your heart pounded with a mix of fear and curiosity. The doors swung open, and you were ushered into a lavish room filled with opulence and grandeur. Mingi sat on a throne-like chair, his expression unreadable as he observed you enter.

"Okay, what are you gonna do to please me, Y/N?" You gracefully approached him with a seductive smile playing on your lips. Slowly, you positioned yourself on his lap, your touch gentle yet firm as you began to undress him. "Allow me to bring you pleasure, sir" you murmured softly, your hands working skillfully despite your nerves.

You followed the step in the book his mother gave you; you pulled down your sleeve to reveal your shoulder and your chest, leaning close to wrap around his shoulder and starting to rub against his thighs. A wave of warmth enveloped you, igniting a tingling sensation that traveled through your body, leaving you breathless. Your hips swayed in a circular motion, giving a hard press each time you moved so close to his crotch.

"Is it what my mother told you to do?" His unexpected statement startled you, causing you to freeze and gaze at him. "It's my will, sir…" Your voice trailed off. "So, am I to assume that you view me merely as your sex toy?" "I…!" Just as you were about to lower yourself, a strong grip on your waist prevented you. "Do not assume that I am unaware of your role as my mother's informant." You felt a surge of panic as you were caught off guard, struggling to formulate a response.

"It's not the way to please me." He shoved you as nothing before turned you over, harshly leaving your pelvis in the air. "Sir─" The coldness from behind gave you a goosebump as he ripped off your dress. "As a spy, shouldn't you know more about your target?" He thrusted hard in one go, making you shut your eyes tightly.

"Being a good girl and I will treat you better, understand?" "Yes, sir─" Before you could finish your words, he pumped into you without mercy. "AHH!!Please!Please!!" These were only words you shouted out before you passed out of pain.

Every morning as you awaken, your eyes are met with the sight of Mingi standing by your bedside, gazing at the aftermath of his destructive actions with a twisted grin. The excruciating torment that follows leaves you powerless to resist, futile in your attempts to uncover his vulnerabilities to fulfill the task of his mother.

You existed solely as a plaything for his depraved desires. He reclined beside you, running his fingers through your hair, brushing away your tears, all while wearing a chilling smile.

"You should be grateful to get a smile from me, Y/N."

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Wooyoung ─ Steal Your Heart

God of Trickery Wooyoung x Goddess of Poison Reader

How could a man capture the heart of his beloved? Well, just showed her how he loved her! Showering her with chocolate, roses, lavish gifts…just whatever she liked! That's what Wooyoung did in order to win your heart. He never imagined he would go to such lengths. He had previously scoffed at the idea of San falling for an evil, dismissing it as absurd. Perhaps San was simply consumed by his desires. Love was nothing but a fantasy.

Until you appeared in his life.

Every grin and scowl you display etches a lasting impression in his thoughts, one that is impossible to erase. Your enchanting allure captivates all who gaze upon you, as you exude an air of perfection akin to a flawless doll. The intensity of his infatuation and fixation on you has reached unbearable heights, as he yearns for you to belong to him and him alone.

Oh, he did not do anything out of line. He simply observes you discreetly from afar to grasp your preferences; he is aware of your favorite foods, preferred flowers, and even the specific sesame oil you use for bathing… No, no, no, he was not a pervert. He merely acted in accordance with the ways of a man in love. Was he mistaken? Absolutely not. Wooyoung always had faith.

Yet, you kept ignoring him. Why? Those delicacies were laced with a special concoction, designed to make you swoon over him. Haven't you ever eaten it? Something was amiss. He had to find out what happened.

Sneaking into your room, a wave of your fragrance enveloped his senses. How delightful it was to him. He was tempted to drift off to sleep on your luxurious bed, but he resisted the urge. Wooyoung traced the scent to the lavatory. Observing the pool water emitting a misty white vapor, he extended his hand and playfully toyed with it, creating a soft sound.

"Ah, why didn't I think of you having an antidote? How dumb I am." Wooyoung straightened up, his curiosity prompting him to search through your cabinet. He secretly casted a spell on all the sesame oils, so that you…

"For attempting to poison the Goddess of poison, should I label you as innocent or foolish?" Your voice caught him off guard, and he realized that you had been leaning against the door frame, observing his every move.

"You…you…" As you walked towards him slowly, your bathrobe slipped off, revealing your shoulders, causing him to swallow hard. You silenced his words with your finger on his lips, then brushing it teasingly. "I know the little tricks you've been playing."

He seized your wrist to push it away from his lips, then swiftly drew you into his embrace, causing your eyes to widen in astonishment. "Do not assume that I am unaware of your attempt to poison me, Y/n. It's a pity that you didn't notice something…I am a God of Trickery, remember?"

“Wh─you!?” You felt drained and collapsed into his embrace. He poisoned you?When…?Was it when you applied poison to his lips just now?"It's called payback, darling. Your attire, your sesame oil, everything." You could only observe as he sensually removed your garments, planting kisses along your chest. "It will be pleasurable." With one swift motion, he entered your cunt, causing you to arch your back in ecstasy.

Wooyoung pumped into you over and over again and his seed filled you full, making your head spin in messy but pleasure. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, caressing it with all his tenderness.

“You will be mine forever, only mine.”

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Jongho ─ Rose and Gun

God of War Jongho x Human Warlord Reader

The bloodthirsty God unleashed its wrath upon the earth without mercy; cities burned, the soil drenched in blood, leaving only pain and destruction. Resistance was the only way to save mankind; and you were the warlord who controlled fate. The battle against the divine forces swiftly ensued. Yet, feeble mortal assaults proved futile against God.

"Please, please, please…" Your body was suspended, arms restrained against the wall, and your soaked panties were thrown away somewhere. Despite your desperate begging, the figure before you remained unmoved by any sense of compassion.

"I am at my limit…" Your vitality waned, each inhalation draining you of what little vigor remained. Thrice have you reached the peak, yet the individual before you remains insatiable. "Aren't you the warlord? Endure it." As he knelt, his face disappeared into your nether regions.

"Jong…ho…Hmm!!" Jongho opened his mouth and gently engulfed your cunt, tasting your sweet juices like a delicacy. The soft touch of his tongue made you scream in delight. You arched your back, the overwhelming stimulation stealing your breath, leaving you with unstable sounds. He smiled and continued to kiss your sensitive spots.

"See? You're so wet, you know you want more." His two long fingers suddenly slide into your wet cunt without warning, causing a high-pitched scream to escape your lips. The pace was painfully slow yet deep as if he was teasing you. He curled his fingers and sunk down to the depth with different gestures while his tongue sometimes stretched in, sometimes curled.

With each moment of resistance, his anticipation grows, relishing the melodious chime of the restraints encircling your wrists. You could feel how he nestled so deep between your inner thighs; his nose rubbed and nudged against your clit, trying to slide his tongue deeper into your cunt. He pulled out a bit and pushed in slowly, giving a new sensation you had never experienced before.

As if he was not satisfied yet, he then started to move his head up and down at a quick pace, licking everywhere he could find. “Ahhh—” Your moaning encouraged him to fuck you, tease you rougher. He sucked your lip with such a force while licking and swallowing your delicious juices. “Fuck, it’s so sweet” His throaty moan were muffled as he totally buried himself in your lower core, replaced by meaningless syllables. Each vocalization caused vibrations that drove you closer to losing control.

"Please, my god…" Perhaps it was unwise to have dared to assassinate him so boldly, for then you wouldn't find yourself in this predicament. Nevertheless, the conflict has reached a standstill, and alternative measures must be taken… Little did you anticipate that he wouldn't end your life, but instead, steal your innocence.

"Cum, girl. You're delicious." His provocative words pushed you to the brink once more. Unable to resist any longer, you reached the peak with a passionate cry. "Forgive us for our defiance. We should have never opposed you…" You surrendered, feeling overwhelmed by intense sensations.

Standing up to meet your gaze, you were surprised to see how attractive he was with his face covered in your juices. He cupped your face with his hand while another hand guided his angry red cock to rub against your entrance. "Do you truly believe a mere apology will suffice?" He pumped into you with unbridled force, hitting your g spot dead on. Your mind went blank as a euphoric moan escaped your lips.

"Don't you know the consequences of angering the gods?"

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Full oneshot (M) (fake god series):

Yunsang|Eros paidikos ft. OT6

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a/n: yeah hey~actually i want to write this series for a long time and now i finally finished it! First time writing a masterpost (im not sure is it masterpost tho) ahh maybe I will write more of this type in the future (?) of course i will keep writing oneshot (btw there are so many requests give me more time TT)

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Don't forget the archangel of death! Reader × Sasuke fic!! Thanks!!

cn: obsession, suggestive, fluff

fandom: naruto

pairing: sasuke uchiha x archangel reader 𓌹*♰*𓌺

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Archangels of death are not necessarily evil, as their duties often bring about good, such as the destruction of sinners.

Dwelling in the Third Heaven, you do not interact directly with sinners except at their final stage, when they are at their weakest.

Each of the archangels was given, from the moment of their creation, the register of all humankind.

Your mother, Lady 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍, was the second oldest female archangel and the second female angel ever created. One of the oldest and most powerful beings in the entire universe, along with your father.

Together, they blessed you with immense power and mastery over death magic, which you channel through your gleaming white scythe. You possess superhuman strength, speed, endurance, heightened senses, and great wings as white as bone that let you soar or shield against any attack with ease.

Upon this world, you’ve taken a human form. One that appears young, vibrant, and striking, as if in your mid-twenties.

Your angular jawline, prominent cheekbones, and small nose give you an exotic, almost unearthly beauty—especially when paired with your large, mesmerizing eyes, a swirling blend of blue, grey, and green.

Ironically, your chosen clothing contradicts your grim purpose—white, ethereal, gothic robes.

You began your work as the angel of death, guiding souls to either Heaven or Hell.

But you made a choice. A small obsession sparked once your consciousness connected to Earth.

The Uchiha Clan.

You’ve watched the Uchiha Clan for centuries—immortal, eternal, ever-present. An old spirit, lingering.

But your obsession was far from innocent. Their eyes fascinated you deeply. Their evolution, the meaning behind each stage, the ways they were earned.

The last Uchiha soul you claimed was Itachi. Itachi Uchiha.

You always admired his unpredictable choices and his complex morality. The fact that you were the only one who truly knew the full truth about him thrilled you.

But he had to die. Even angels of death cannot excuse such brutality, no matter the reason.

And so only one remained.

Sasuke Uchiha.

You’re forbidden to focus on one soul above all others. But your thoughts always return to him.

It’s such a shame.

The way his childhood twisted into something far darker than any young mind should endure.

He intrigued you. Too much—for an angel’s mind. You blame your obsession with his bloodline for that.

So you stopped observing from afar. And God alone knows that you, unsolicited, interacted with him. Just once. Not long before Itachi’s end.

𓆩♱𓆪

Sasuke Uchiha.

A raven haired man with a heart-shaped face—the most aesthetically perfect facial structure you’ve ever seen. Even science would confirm the harmony of his beauty.

You were instantly captivated by his onyx, hypnotic gaze.

And he… was captivated too.

He was hidden deep within Orochimaru’s sinister lair, obsessively training. The only thing keeping his fractured mind from collapse.

Orochimaru’s near-sadistic experiments, the serpent who derailed Sasuke’s path, using his body as currency; had begun to take a toll on his sanity.

So when he finally collapsed from exhaustion, landing face-up toward the heavens, his burning eyes found yours.

Something was wrong.

Your undetectable presence made no sense. He couldn’t sense an ounce of chakra from you.

You hadn’t moved yet, but your overwhelming presence kept even him—Sasuke—frozen in place. And your appearance didn’t help. He felt like he was dreaming.

Your unreadable face softened into a gentle expression. You smiled genuinely at him.

“Some days are rougher than others, right?”

Sasuke blinked. Once. Then again.

You’re real.

He stood up in a swift, defensive motion, stepping back warily. His voice cold, detached.

“Who are you?”

You chuckled. Sasuke didn’t want to admit it, but he had never heard a voice like yours—so soft, so disarming.

“Just someone passing through,” you said, then continued before he could respond. “I like to think I can sense when someone needs help.”

Is she a lunatic? Alluring and insane? Figures.

He didn’t answer that, mirroring your energy.

“How did you find this place?”

You began walking slowly, every step quiet and measured to show you meant no harm.

“I like wandering where people rarely go.”

Sasuke’s irritation began to rise.

“It’s protected. Sealed perfectly with chakra.”

You blinked at him, then revealed your intent.

“Is your soul at peace, when your mind is driven by poison and obsession?”

Your footsteps were steady as you approached him.

He’s even more beautiful up close.

Your fingers traced the edge of his cheek ever so softly.

Sasuke didn’t move. Something about your energy made his knees weak. It immobilized him. All he could do was stare into your piercing eyes and your unforgettable face.

You stepped back slightly, folding your hands behind your back and pacing thoughtfully around him.

Sasuke watched you from the corner of his eye, still feeling the ghost of your touch. He hated being touched. But yours was so light, it sent a shiver down his spine.

“The curse you carry will soon erode your logic,” you said. “But the guidance I offer comes with no price.” You paused, locking eyes with him. “Except for one thing.”

“What makes you think I’d ever need your help?” Sasuke scoffed, arms crossed. “What do you want? Everyone wants something.”

“I want you to show me the power of your eyes.”

He turned sharply, annoyed. “What?”

But you stepped into his space again, holding that same warm, enigmatic smile.

“To manipulate reality and escape death… such power shouldn’t exist. And yet it does. But it’s not your most terrifying gift. I want to see your divine eyes, the ones that see the truth of creation, turned on me.”

Sasuke’s eyes widened.

You’re definitely insane.

“Genjutsu?” he asked dryly, clearly irritated. “Why the hell would anyone ask for that?”

“Not anyone. Not a person.”

Sasuke’s thoughts blanked. He said nothing. Just stared at you.

Then paced, trying to shake you from his mind.

But you were already carved into it.

He was sure he’d never forget you. And he wasn’t stupid, he knew he wasn’t escaping this encounter any time soon.

“Why would you want to help me? With what?” he muttered, almost to himself. “I don’t need it.”

You looked strangely human in that moment, leaning back against the stone behind you, grounded.

“You’re interesting.”

That threw him off. His heart gave a strange flicker. He didn’t know why. He didn’t even know why he was sizing you up.

“I don’t want to harm you. And if you think I’m trying to use you, you’re mistaken. I won’t interfere with your destiny.”

Destiny? Yeah. He’s definitely losing it soon.

And then it was Sasuke who surprised you.

He stepped forward, cornering you into the stone, his shadow falling over your body entirely.

“What. Do. You. Want. From. Me.”

“Choose the path that hurts more,” you said quietly. “Use your pain. Let it fuel your soul and break the curse of hatred in your bloodline.”

Sasuke stared at your face, trying to absorb what you were saying.

Before he could speak, you cupped his pale cheek with your right hand. Your touch sent a warm, electric shock through his whole body, weakening him.

His hand lifted to yours gently, more tender than you expected.

Your eyes locked, drowning in each other.

His Sharingan glowed visibly in his tear-shaped eyes, a tomoe spinning gently around his pupil. His eyes shifted once.

You felt your energy briefly ripple, but you remained still. Playing along with his genjutsu, pretending you couldn’t move.

His stoic mask cracked, studying you this close. He hoped he wouldn’t see you again because he doubted he could resist you a second time. His gaze flicked to your lips.

Then you smiled.

His eyes widened.

You placed your hand over his, still resting on your arm and your grip tightening slightly.

“Again,” you whispered, your eyes lowering slowly to his lips and back.

Sasuke felt like his primal, survival instincts were being forcibly silenced. He didn’t understand what was happening.

You said you weren’t a person. Then what were you? And what did you want with his eyes?

“W–why?” he asked, shocked by how hoarse and quiet his voice was.

“Because they’re beautiful.”

They’re what?

He frowned, annoyed. Then withdrew his hand. His red pinwheel spun again. He felt goosebumps rise across his body.

“Who are you?”

A ripple between realms began to form around you both, but you shattered it with ease, like it was nothing. Just teasing him.

He didn’t respond.

Your smile widened.

Ah… his ancient bloodline energy feels good to you.

How interesting.

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CALL ME IF YOU’RE WITH IT, Abby Anderson, the southern peach of the neighborhood, the sweetest to ever be in the bluebonnet state has built a family to be proud of. With a blue collar wife, Ellie, and her baby cub Remi to take care of her life should feel complete, whole. Yet on the cusp of a failed marriage, she’s lonely, struggling to do everything this household requires. She seeks solace in someone else and that friend just happens to be you.

yet another creation with my rayray. i’m always happy and glad to be able to write little words with you and your beautiful brain. i love you <3 — @vifilms

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MORE CHAPTERS TO COME ...

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Leo/Need graphic! f2u no creds needed but they are appreciated!

ac is catastrophiccreature on tumblr!

since people like the niigo graphic I figured why not make more of other groups :D more to come !!

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summary: you stream. you edit. you overthink. sometimes people send cursed tts messages, and sometimes they send you an invite that changes everything.

word count: around 1.1k

notes: y/u/n = your username

a/n: hi everyone! this chapter basically gives you a little bit on who y/n is supposed to be. i'm writing chapter 1 right now so it should be out by tomorrow. stay tuned!

recently, there’s been a noticeable rise in interest around long form content. 

some say platforms like youtube, twitch, and other entertainment platforms are experiencing a so-called “renaissance era”. others jokingly refer to this revival as a “recession indicator” … for reasons that are obvious as they are unfortunate. 

still, a few rising stars have started to emerge in the world of content creation, slowly solidifying their presence as future greats. 

one of those rising stars is you. 

you began, almost absentmindedly, by uploading a few video essays. something to fill the hours between college lectures and late-night study sessions. youtube had always been in the back of your mind, something you’d wanted to try but never quite made time for. you’d spent years watching your favorite creators be their weird, wacky, entirely authentic selves. and people loved them for it. why not you?

you were introverted, sure, but also distinctly chaotic when the mood struck; especially around friends, or when left alone with your own thoughts too long. so you decided to document the chaos. not for fame, not for clout, but simply because it looked fun.

you made a vlog learning how to box. you filmed yourself rambling about how good interstellar is. you tried popin' cookin’ candy sushi and nearly gagged. whatever felt right, you uploaded.

people noticed. a modest audience formed. some even asked if you might consider streaming. and so, with a shrug, a pc from ebay, and some secondhand peripherals, you did.

fans would send in the most ridiculous text-to-speech messages, half of them cursed, all of them hilarious. sometimes, during your roblox streams, they'd sneak in just to stream snipe you. no matter how hard you tried to keep a straight face, it always got a laugh out of you. 

streaming, chaotic as it was, helped you connect even more deeply with your audience. it turned viewers into a community.

eventually, you created separate youtube channels, each tailored to the kind of content you’d upload. your following expanded. your income did, too. you upgraded your setup, invested in better gear, and found yourself creating with more intention, more vision.

soon enough, you were earning more than you ever imagined possible, for someone who once saw a corporate job as an inevitability. you were grateful, keenly aware of how merciless the job market had become. 

despite your success, you never quite felt the pull to leave new jersey, your home state. yes, it’s dense. yes, the highways are enough to test anyone’s patience. yes, people tend to be loud and obnoxious. but still, there’s a strange comfort in it all. nostalgia, perhaps. or the quiet pull of home. or maybe just inertia wrapped in sentimentality.

you’ve since settled into a quiet, sunlit apartment in jersey city. from your office window, the new york skyline stretches in the distance. close enough to admire, far enough to keep your peace.

plenty of creators migrate to the city, chasing the dream: community, clout, the chaos of it all. some fall in love with the noise, the grind, the myth of it. they chase the romantic notion of “making it” in the city. and yet, for you, new york always felt more like a stage than a home.

you visited enough times to know the best bodega sandwiches and which subway lines to avoid after dark. you laughed with friends, collaborated with other creators, and even let yourself pretend for a moment that it could be yours too. but the city never quite let you in. or maybe you never really knocked.

it’s not that you disliked new york. you could enjoy it in short doses. but as for calling it home? not quite. it felt like a place you were meant to pass through, not settle in. you preferred the view from across the river.

as you're lost in your own thoughts, your phone buzzes. the familiar discord icon lights up your lock screen. it’s a message from weston koury, one half of sinjin drowning and one of your closest content creator friends.

funny enough, you first met him (and his sister, kalynn) on omegle while you were both filming, just messing around. they recognized you. you recognized them. you hit it off instantly and chatted until the timer ran out. it didn’t make the final cut of the video, but you'd exchanged socials and contact information.

since then, you've popped up in each other’s videos, tweets, posts, whatever; and somehow, it just stuck. what started as a random online encounter turned into one of your favorite creator friendships.

wes10: heyyyy Sistar. Are you ready for the roblox video today?? :p

y/u/n: yuh

what games r we playing

wes10: probably dti! and a bunch of other games

also i hope you don’t mind but there’s gonna be some strangers

the message made you nervous. you’ve never done particularly well with meeting new people, especially not when it’s unplanned, and unpredictable. 

granted, meeting weston and kalynn was spontaneous too, but that felt different. there was a shared purpose then: being silly for the sake of content. you were both in on it.

this time, it’s just strangers and the vague promise of “fun.” and truthfully, you weren’t sure what to expect.

y/u/n: ermmmmmm oka. like who

wes10: uhhh you know ted nivison and schlatt? chuckle sammy

you’d recently had ted’s barbie marathon video playing in the background while editing; his chaotic commentary on every single barbie movie ever made. 

and at some point, you looked up schlatt out of curiosity, and it hit you: the cat adoption video.

you’d watched it years ago. you clicked on it purely because you’re a sucker for cats.

and just like that, your nerves softened. if nothing else, they seemed like the kind of people who wouldn’t make you work too hard to keep up. people you could maybe, just maybe, get along with.

y/u/n: yeah they ring a bell idk what chuckle sammy is tho

it’s cool they can join

wes10: As a cucumber?? :D

y/u/n: sure

wes10: OKAY BYEE SEE YOU IN ABIT!!! AN D KALYNN SAYS SHE MISSES YOU

y/u/n: awee :’) i miss her too :D

you do wish weston had given you a proper heads up. a bit of mental prep would’ve gone a long way, especially considering how much new social situations tend to rattle you.

but, to his credit, he probably assumed you’d be fine. and maybe, annoyingly, you were. because despite the nerves and the initial unease, you knew this was how connections were formed. not through meticulously planned introductions, but through moments like these: unfiltered, unexpected, awkward in all the right ways.

and honestly? you could use a few more people in your corner.

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