#Record of ragnarok x you

[pillow-anime-talk]

his pregnant girl.

synopsis: A little slice of life scenes where his significant other is pregnant.

# tags: headcanons; current marriage relationships; slice of life; soft romance; mostly fluff; maybe a bit of comedy; pregnancy; mention of faint and vomit; sfw

includes: female reader ft. qin shi huang, adam, jack the ripper & nikola tesla {ror}

author’s note: i just woke up, thought about it and wrote it. enjoy :)

— QIN SHI

↘ When Ying Zheng saw you for the first time, he thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; you had a lovely and gentle smile, your eyes sparkled in the sun like the most pretty gemstones, your skin looked healthy and tidy, and you were wearing a flowery dress that was perfect for the current weather in the city. That day, the Emperor went for a walk to the capital to see how his people were doing. However, the moment he saw you – when you were buying fresh fruit from one of the sellers – his thoughts were only focused on you and your blushes. On the same day you were brought to the palace as the first concubine, although you quickly felt something more for the King of China and he also felt the same in a very short time.

↘ Qin Shi Huang never had any more concubines; you completely occupied his mind and heart by being by his side until the very end. In the meantime, however, you began to spend private time with each other: talking, eating together and walking around the gardens in the huge palace. Those were really beautiful and memorable years for you.

↘ A few long months after your first meeting, after you moved into the palace, and after becoming the country’s first empress, a huge, loving smile lit up your face. The trusted doctor that day gave you very important information and as it turned out – you were pregnant. You almost cried at the news, thanking the doctor for his help. At first, you suspected food poisoning because of the morning sickness, but the information of having a small child under your heart, the fruit of your and the Emperor’s love, was the best thing that could have happened to you.

↘ As soon as your beloved returned to the mansion, you asked him for a private conversation. He instantly sent all the gathered guards away and took your hand. For a moment he was afraid that you were sick, that you didn’t love him, that you wanted to leave, but the truth turned out to be completely different.

↘ “...I’m pregnant.” You whispered a simple sentence, touching your slightly swollen tummy, and the man frowned. “The baby is doing well at the moment, but I was recommended daily visits because this will be our first kid.” You added quietly. After a short while, you felt a warm touch of fingers on your cheeks, and then a light kiss in the middle of your lips.

↘ “I am very happy, my Queen. I hope he or she will be born healthy.” He whispered and you nodded shyly. “Now you have to take care of yourself more than before. I’ll ask the maids to fill the tubs with warm water. If you want, I can join you. I want to see you.” He added directly to your ear and you blushed instantly on the cheeks. Even if Zheng was the Emperor, he was your husband in the first place... a bit of a playful and provocative husband.

— ADAM

↘ You realized something was wrong when your tummy was bigger than it should have been – of course you could have blamed it on eating too much fruit or drinking too much water, but that wasn’t it. You felt different; a little insecure, a little weird. For the next few days you were looking for answers to your ailments, stomach pains, swollen fingers and ankles, slightly aching spine.

↘ “... Are you okay, Y/N?” A calm voice reached your ears and you looked up at the fair-haired, handsome man who was lying on his back in the grass and looking up at the night sky. You hesitantly touched your stomach, shaking your head. You already knew the answer to your question yesterday, but you were still getting ready to confess the truth to your partner. “Tell me what is going on.” He said, this time looking straight at your face. His eyes were calm, slightly tired, but still full of warmth.

↘ “I have... a child in me, Adam.” You spoke softly, almost inaudibly, but the man understood your words perfectly. He lifted his head a bit and then the whole body. A second later he walked over to you sitting on a flat rock. He touched your face hesitantly, looking for a bit of a joke in you, but when he couldn’t find one, he just smiled. “You are mad at me?”

↘ “Where did this idea come from?” He asked surprised as he sat down next to your person. His arm wrapped around your waist and his hand touched your swollen belly. “It’s mine, so I love it. I love you too.” He said confidently and you sighed in relief. “When will I be able to see her? Or him?”

↘ “Oh, I don’t know.” You admitted slightly amused, then touched your tummy as well. “Sometimes I feel it moving. I think it’s healthy.” You said, nodding your head and your lover hugged your body tighter to his. You looked definitely different than a few weeks ago, but still the most beautiful in Adam’s eyes. Your eyes were feisty, your hair got a beautiful golden flash, your complexion definitely improved.

↘ The state of blessedness was a time full of worries, but also assurances that you two will be fine.

— JACK

↘ You and Jack have been trying for a baby for many months. Your relationship was strong and connected by marriage, so the child was the next stage of your love and confirmation of your feelings. However, it was difficult for you to predict whether the expected pregnancy was already developing in your womb or not yet; so far you have not felt any pain or nausea, on the contrary, you felt very well. Nevertheless, one day, you found a trusted doctor who had successfully provided prenatal care to many local pregnant women. After a short conversation with a middle-aged man, you were examined.

↘ “... I’ve been working for many years and if my experience doesn’t deceive me... I can say at this moment that you are expecting a baby.” He said in a calm tone. “All of my patients had the same symptoms as you, including amenorrhea and increased appetite. I can’t tell how many weeks the baby is currently, but I assume it’s the second or third month of pregnancy.” He added, and then on a slightly yellowed piece of paper he wrote you some recommendations for taking care of your health in the coming weeks. You almost passed out after leaving the cabinet, but the excitement was overwhelming in your mind. You quickly returned to your apartment in a small tenement house, where your partner was waiting for you.

↘ He was about to drop a cup of beautifully scented tea as soon as he looked into your eyes and noticed the bright orange aura surrounding you. Your aura was strong and visible like never before.

↘ “M-My darling, are you okay?” He asked anxiously as your hand embraced his much larger, slightly colder, hand. “Everything’s all right?” He asked again and you nodded your head, hugging his body as quickly as possible.

↘ “Honey, I think I’m pregnant. I went to the doctor and he said it’s the second or third month.” You whispered, a bit ashamed. Your partner looked at your belly and then at your pretty face. He instantly hugged you tighter, smiling. He was so happy and fulfilled.

↘ “My lady. Even that, we can make sure of the doctor’s words and talk about it in the bedroom, what do you think about it?” He said in a low voice, making your nose blush. You only nodded your head in response and a moment later the man lifted your body up.

— NIKOLA

↘ You’ve known Nikola since... always. You were best friends who grew up together and over time started to feel something more about each other. Nikola was a man with a big heart, both for science and for people who were especially important to him – his beloved brother, the rest of his immediate family and, most of all, you.

↘ You were a harmonious couple who supported each other always and regardless of the situation. You were proud of your husband’s zeal and achievements, of his inventions, of his failures, of all his attempts, of his small and big mistakes, of his great desires, of his smile and much more. You supported him as much as you could, always offering him a hot meal, a sweet or a cup of fresh coffee. Sometimes you would come to his studio to spend some time with him and talk. Sometimes you helped him with his ideas and not infrequently your reasoning helped him get things going.

↘ Not one invention has been named after you or the first letter of your name.

↘ As an engineer’s wife, you knew many things; you could construct a simple mechanism, describe it, you could calculate difficult mathematical formulas and you read books with interest. So when your body started changing you knew you might be pregnant; all the girls close to you had similar or even the same symptoms as you. You’ve been thinking for a long time about telling the truth to a man who is currently dealing with his greatest work in life. But if you hadn’t done it then, you probably wouldn’t have had the courage to do it later.

↘ “... Honey, do you have a moment?” Upon entering his studio, you asked uncertainly, shaking a brown basket filled with food. Your lover nodded quickly and tightened the last screw, then came over to you, kissing your forehead. “Your favourite.” You added and he just chuckled and thanked you.

↘ You sat in carefree silence for a while. Your fingers brushed the hem of your dress and your eyes wandered from one corner of the room to the other. Finally, the man asked if you were feeling unwell. You sighed, playing with the sleeve of the clothes.

↘ “I’m pregnant, Nikola.” You giggled in your soul, looking at his face.

↘ A fork with a piece of meat fell on the table next to important papers and your husband looked at you in indescribable shock. It took him a moment to recalculate what you just said to him, and then he felt that the world around is getting darker... and darker.

↘ “Nikola?!” You screamed, catching his body falling to the side. Although the reaction at first scared you, the moment your partner woke up, you experienced the greatest love attack of your life. The man gave you soft kisses all over your face, shouting every now and then that he would be a father and that he would name his next invention after your son or daughter.

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Poseidon with a goddess? (I'm curious)

Yandere Poseidon

Poseidon's feelings wouldn't come in an instant.

It would take him centuries to start appreciating your "specialness".

But when he gets emotions they hit him like a truck.

With God, Posweidon would be a much more manipulative yandere.

He would try to pressure you into a relationship with him at first. Maybe by showing how good a partner he could be.

But that wouldn't really work.

His personality wouldn't make him approachable.

Poseidon wouldn't see you as inferior.

Not the same level as him, of course.

But better than with a human.

Poseidon would still be really possessive.

He would like to drive everyone else away from your approach.

Poseidon would be the only one allowed to spend time with you.

Because if you were a god Poseidon wouldn't be so mean.

He wouldn't make fun of you nearly as much as if you were human.

But his punishments would be more severe.

You are a god.

You certainly wouldn't go broke with a severe punishment.

And that would teach you to obey him better.

Your "relationship" with this man would not be easy by any means.

[la-rougo]

*SFW*—

Hades x Chaotic deity ! GN reader

I could make a chaotic reader series lmaoooo

Warnings: swearing

Even though the king is often busy and doesn’t really visit the upperworld unless necessary, but he sure does know a lot of dieties out there, including you

He only heard about your title like “f/n the disaster bringer” or “f/n the god/goddess of stupidity” he lowkey wanted to know who this deity is

You often run around in valhalla messing with gods and goddesses, pranking all of them and get kicked out sometimes, even Loki is afraid of going near you but ended up being your sidekick

Now that piqued the helheim ruler’s interest, how did someone even managed to do something even worse than loki?

He decided to come out to the upperworld more often to observe you from afar. He wanted to know more about you and maybe hang out around sometimes since he haven’t seek any fun in his life for a long while after all, though he have tons of work to finish

There he sees you pulling out your shenanigans stupidly, how cute. Your chaotic behavior may seem dumb and annoying to other deities but to him? He found it adorable and fascinating on how you come up with new ways of pranking deities none stop

H/c deity was found pushing Loki lightly made him dropped whatever he’s holding “jeez f/n! You’ll never ever get tired of bullying me do you, oh well. That’s what I found cute about you~” Loki said teasingly as he bent down to reach for the object only to feel a hard smack on his ass, his body jumped up highly like those goofy cartoons, yelped loudly from the impact on his butt. He turn look back at you with an angry wojak expression, his fist clenching being one centimeter close to blow your head off with a single punch

You whistles casually and ran away “this is the sixth time of this week that you abused my cheeks you stupid as—!!! *racial slurs*” you saw him chasing after you, running for your dear life, you tried to find a way to escape him cause you know damn well if he finally get you then he’s gonna slap your bakery back with immense amounts of strength that could send you to the oblivion

You found a tall intimidating god, you didn’t look up to see who he is or you have any clue of it, you hid behind him, sticking your tongue out at Loki. The mischievous god sighs and asked the tall god “sir, I apologize for that gremlin and for the commotion. May I have them back?” Loki smiles sarcastically. The tall god chuckles… wait, you recognize his voice “I’m afraid you’ll have you get your revenge later” oh shit. Is that… is that Hades? You thought as you lean to his side to look up and see his face while Loki floats away in defeat

You stare at him, who’s watching Loki leave, he is Hades the king of the helheim… he’s even handsome up close, suddenly his gaze switches to your eyes as he look at you with a gentle smile

“Where’s my thank you hm?” Your soul flew back to your body and you bowed deeply, head digging down the floor “uhh thank you very much mister!” You said, not looking at him. Hades was about to say something but was cut off by you fleeing away from him as fast as you can, leaving him confused and amused

You actually have been crushing on Hades for a while now, obviously you rant about him to Loki

Every time you see him greeting gods and goddesses so formally, unlike you. Makes your toxic traits says you can do that too

Well you actually tried that but failed, miserably

You often sneaked into the underworld to see your fellow friends like hypnos and definitely not Hades

He’s like your biggest crush or smth, when you saw him training or slaying any titans so majestically or his gaze lays on you, literally those night at your house would be you giggling and kicking your feet thinking about him

You often see him in events, celebrations and parties that mostly zeus being the host(of course) and you see how nice, well mannered and perfect he is

He’s like completely opposite to you which made you believe that he couldn’t be with you, he deserves an independent, formal and smart person, a person who’s as perfect as him not a goofy comedian… at least that’s what you thought

After your first direct encounter, you’re so close to explode every time the moment he made an eye contact with you again

Hades decided, soon he’ll get to know more about you and maybe got together… wait what?

You were hanging out in Valhalla again, but this time. You’re alone, sleeping while your back leaning against a tree in the garden while shifting uncomfortably

A presence seems to be approaching your slumbering form quietly, not daring to wake you up from your beauty sleep. The presence looms over your unconscious body, whoever it is, stepped beside you and laying down next to you without making any sound.

Your uncomfortable shifting was not unnoticed by the person next to you, hands slowly caress your back and sides silently, your upper body was caressed gently, being guided by the hands, which make your body turns aside. Suddenly your head lays on a soft surface, a fabric texture. One of the person’s hand now rest on your head and stroking your hair so tenderly. With the change of position and feeling something on your head, it causes your eye lids to open up slowly, expected to meet a sunlight but instead, observing the sight in front of you made you realized your current position.

You were sleeping on Hades’ lap?! While he’s stroking your hair?!?!?!

“Wha-“

“Hush, dear. Go back to your rest”

Your slightly widened eyes stare at his gentle ones, as gentle as his smile that’s being portrayed on his face

You were about to ask more questions but quickly got shut up by Hades’ lip placing against your forehead. Saying you’re shock would be an understatement. Hades’ lift his head up slightly, moving to place another kiss on your already pink dusted cheek

After calling for your soul to come back to your body, yet you still can’t move, not that you want but you’re actually that surprised. But you collect all your courages left and leans up to his face, leaning in slowly and place a peck on his cheek, the same way that he does to you, which made him surprised, but it was quickly replaced by his silly smile

He peck you back on the forehead while his hand run up to your head and pat it dearly, you feel like you can die right there, like fr

Hades lean against the tree and lift you up by your lower parts, placing you up on his lap and he guides your head to rest on his shoulder

He didn’t expect your second encounter would be this… lovely and sweet, he loves it a lot. He felt like everything that mattered his mind vanished while there’s only you in his head, he had never seen your peaceful side before and he love it, honestly he admire everything about you to the point he didn’t realized his feelings developed more and more

The two rest together under the tree in a garden peacefully, no one dares to mind them or even see them in the first place. At least one person saw and ran away to go weeping in the corner

You and Hades eventually become closer and closer together, even if the two’s personalities are as different as day and night, rumors starts to spread about Hades being your boyfriend or smth

I kid you not, when Poseidon heard about this he’s beyond disappointment. Out of all god and goddesses, you??? While zeus actually being supportive and adamas is just, shocked

Hades didn’t mind the rumors, he actually likes it since its just fun to tease you something like “we look like couples don’t you think?”

You almost leave him a scar

He’s actually starting to get serious about his feelings, does he think of you as a friend? Of course! That’s what he at least tried, cause seeing you with Loki makes him rethink his plan about confession

One day he was about to meet you in Valhalla like usual, smiling a bit. Once he’s close to your meet up place. A frown soon took over his face when he sees you and Loki together

He was about to turn away but a few words reached his ears

“What if he didn’t like me back?”

“He’s obvious as fuck!”

“Wait really?”

Hades turn back to see your nervous form looking around, probably looking for him? Hell yea!

He sneakily approach you from behind and surprise you with a little greeting

You flinched and turn around to see Hades’ face, his handsome face… you look back to Loki and giving him the “what do I do bro” face. Loki didn’t reply and slowly leaving, giving you a last thumbs up and vanished

You were about to go chase Loki but soon realized what you have to do. You nervously turn back to Hades, smiling like always, gah dayum he’s hot.

You cleared your throat and trying to recall all the practices you did with Loki, only to stand in front of him awkwardly. Hades’ calm expression turn into confusion and lean himself in to see what’s mattering you

“Are you alright?”

You startled by Hades again and trying to form a sentence

“Okay so, I’ve been crushing on this guy lately…”

Hades’ frown slightly and straightened his back. He only stood silently, he doesn’t even have to ask who it is cause it’s probably Loki, if it’s another person then, why would you tell him and not Loki?

“He’s a very cool god, I used to watch him from afar and admire him, I never thought of approaching him or talk to him because he’s Zeus’ brother. I’m scared he wouldn’t want to date an unserious deity because he’s more than a divine being”

Hades expression changed into a shocked one as he awkwardly spoke up

“Poseidon?”

You look up at him with a “bro what?” Face and facepalm. Do you really have to confess more? You thought he’s more clever than this!

“No… it’s not Poseidon!”

“Adamas?”

“…no.”

That’s obvious enough judging from Hades’ even more shocked expression. You pray he doesn’t reject you or if he does then at least doesn’t damage your relationship, you heard a soft chuckle left Hades’ lips and a reply

“I apologize for my obliviousness… but thank you for your reassurance”

Wait what? Reassurance? Fr? Like— fr?!!

You felt your cheek heat up, so does his. Hades lean in to place a peck on your cheek and pat you

“I like you too”

Flabbergasted was just an understatement, you couldn’t process anything but the only thing you’re sure you’re feeling is happiness and love

You look at him, now slightly flustered expression, which suits him a lot. You lean up and return the peck

Holy shit, having hades’ as a partner is literally every girls dream

Since he have quite lots of work, he’s quite clingy. When he have a free time he would cuddle you and spending times with you ended up with him going back to his work late

He loves you with all of his heart and he never dares to not return the affections because you have to feel how good you make him feel!

He’s also not ashamed of giving you affection or you giving him too much in public, like when he’s having a meeting with the Olympus gang. You who weren’t even invited is sitting on his lap and calling him like “hades my pookie bear” he loves it a lot and love his relatives’ reactions (Poseidon being the most disgusted)

He cares a lot like A LOT about you, example like when you cough a little he would immediately become worried and ask if you’re ok, he’ll go get you warm water and meds

Of course you tell him to calm down, although you love that about him

He doesn’t often get jealous because he trust you and loves you! Though sometimes he’s a bit unhappy when you’re too close with some other god/goddesses. But he wouldn’t cause a scene and just look away until you’re back to him

He🗣️definitely🗣️cook🗣️so🗣️good🗣️even though most of the time you would cook for him, but when it’s his day off he would make the most delicious meal known to Olympus for you, his love of his life

He could go on days ranting about how you’re a light that lit up his dark life into a fun spontaneous one, he loves you so much even words can’t even describe how much he cherish you

[mxomo]

kinktober: exhibitionism ♡ featuring shiva

Shiva has challenged you to prove your devotion to him for all to see. c/w: record of ragnarok. female reader. exhibitionism, mild humiliation kink, light spanks, assplay, face fucking (f!receiving), mating press, ‘little slut’/’whore’, 'pretty girl'/'princess', creampie, overstimulation, probably other things a/n: i really hated the idea of this to start with but now it's written i think it may be one of my favourites. hooray for the final installment of my very late kinktober! back up your work, children! ♡

The view was beautiful. The air was crisp, the breeze fresh, the sunset shining pink then purple in the distance.

“Hands down,” Shiva commanded, his frown evident as his heated gaze raked over your slightly trembling and completely bare frame. “No keeping your treasures to yourself.”

He punctuated his command with a sharp slap on your backside, a gasp falling from your lips as you closed your eyes in surprise. Your eyes tingled along with the handprint as you tried your best not to cover yourself from the gazes of the keen onlookers just beyond the rockface. They weren’t close enough, really, for you to distinguish too much, except most of Shiva’s acquaintances had quite distinctive silhouettes and you were sure you recognised one or two of them. Little bastard. You knew it looked busier than usual; no wonder there was a crowd, because he had invited them there.

“Didn’t you promise to worship me properly?” Shiva questioned sharply, drawing your attention back to him with a slight edge to his voice as he smirked at you. He gestured to himself as the heat in your belly stirred. “I brought you all the way up here, so you could show off your love of me just like you wanted, didn’t I? Go on. I’m ready.”

A pair of Shiva’s hands grabbed at your backside, fingers digging dangerously close to your hole as he massaged his way around your lower body, whilst another took your chin in his hands and pulled your face towards his, until your noses were touching. His fourth hand held the back of your neck, rendering you totally immobile with enough force to convince you that if your legs gave out he would hold you up by the scruff like a cat, no problem.

The crowd seemed more and more noticeable. You didn’t know how many there were - enough to make your pussy tingle and your stomach fill with dread - and you didn’t have the courage to see what their reactions were. You thought a couple of times you’d heard cheers, but put it down to your nerves playing tricks on you as you tried, keenly, to focus on Shiva as much as possible. You could feel the heat of their stares as you moved to kneel, Shiva’s hands allowing you to do so.

“Play with yourself,” he commanded, releasing you fully as he leaned himself back, fully prepared to enjoy the show. You noticed with glee that all of his eyes were open and at attention, enraptured in your movements. You felt sparks beneath your skin under his heavy stare and you shivered in delight. He, on the other hand, was having his own troubles keeping himself in check; his cock was throbbing something awful in his trousers. His ever observant gaze didn’t miss the glistening of your juices between your pussy lips, and he smirked. What a little slut.

You burned with shame as your hands trembled their way down your body, a moan falling from your own traitorous lips as you made contact with your desperate, throbbing, aching clit. It felt so good, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move after your first wave of pleasure. You heard the cheers from the crowd when you’d moaned by accident, and you you froze.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, a mocking edge to his tone as he stared you down. He was frowning at your lack of movement, and your lip trembled at the realisation that Shiva was growing displeased with you. “I told you to play with yourself. Open up that pussy for us all to see. I want to see you making a mess here on this floor, for me, and for everyone here to enjoy.” His arms crossed to emphasise his point, whilst the other set rested on his hips expectantly.

Your eyes burned, but no tears fell as you slowly obeyed the command, using your fingers to spread your cunny for his viewing pleasure whilst massaging your swollen, over sensitive bud. The heat of being watched only made you throb more, clenching desperately at its emptiness as you wished for Shiva to end his fucking games and just fill you up, properly, already. Of course, you wouldn’t actually say so out loud, and you kept your mouth obediently shut as you dutifully pushed yourself closer to your orgasm the best you could.

It wasn’t enough; you both knew that getting yourself off was much harder of a task than if he was to take charge and you pouted, knowing he’d done that on purpose. No way would you be able to come by yourself in front of all these people, no matter how horny you were, so it was only a matter of time before you broke and begged him for reprieve.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? When you presented yourself to me like some common whore, begging me to fuck you?” Shiva was smiling like a madman as he looked down at you, a wicked gleam in his eye. He didn’t miss how your chest was heaving, or how your juices spread to the tops of your thighs as you continued to make a mess of yourself. “Tsk. Earn your place on my cock, pretty one.”

You whined defiantly as your frustration reached a peak, sweat beading on your forehead as you pinched at your own clit angrily. You failed to cum despite your teetering on the precipice. You were far more sensitive than usual, you could feel it, but it still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough.

Shiva seemed to take pity on you as he tutted at your whining, shaking his head as he held his hand up for you to stop. Twirling his finger at you, you frowned as you understood his instructions, cheeks blazing. Your body snapped to attention almost robotically, raising upwards to ‘stand’ on your knees before lowering yourself back down, you raised your ass up and lowered your head and Shiva stepped closer to position your hands on your ass cheeks.

“That’s it. Good, now put your head down. Yes, like that, on the floor. Ass up high.” He placed his hands on top of your own, guiding them to squeezing and pulling your ass cheeks wide. “Hold your ass open for them to see. Good, good, you’re doing well.”

Your cheeks were burning and you wondered how long he was going to force you to stay that way. Nobody, not even yourself had ever looked at your asshole so openly for so long before and you tried, desperately, to swallow your humiliation. One, two, three.. you counted, you could do nothing but count, as your fingers slowly tired and your face, knees and shins ached from the rough floor. Forty two, forty three, forty four..

It was the sixth set of counting to sixty of Shiva simply admiring you, massaging everywhere except your pussy as he displayed your goods like the trophy you were to all of his guests. The cheering had settled into more of a hum as the excitement died down and the crowd admired the artwork before them. It was a rare treat for him to be able to share such deliciousness with his comrades, friends, rivals; he also knew he would be the envy of them all which only served to fuel his ego and the smirk plastered on his face. Shiva needed to be careful not to cum in his pants at the thought of knowing he had such a prideful, beautiful, wonderfully vexing woman under his thumb.

Your whining steadily increased in volume as your body began to tire, and when your arms started to wobble, you couldn’t stop the small ‘please’ that escaped you.

“Aw, I’m going to help you out by keeping this view open for everyone, okay?” Shiva used a pair of hands to replace yours, making sure your asshole remained in perfect view to keep the crowd appeased. “Elbows down. Head up. Good. I’m going to fuck your pretty face.”

Sliding his cock under your head was easy, his flexible hips making quick work of thrusting up into your mouth as he held your ass and head firmly in place. His cock was fat and remarkably hard, and its width down your throat made your eyes water, which only made him moan louder each time he observed your eyes watering with every choke. You stuck your tongue out the best you could, his hard bucking hips opening your throat wider with each gag and thrust into the depths of your mouth, until your eyes were streaming from the effort of taking him fully sheathed but your nose was on his pelvis and your tongue was flattened against Shiva’s heavy balls as he eased his head down onto his length with a shudder.

You almost didn’t notice the massage of his thumb against your asshole as he groped at your backside. Almost.

“Ngh-wow, what a nice mouth you have, pretty girl. Maybe you would be worth making my wife. Hmm? What d’ya say? You want this cock for the rest of your life? Mm. Yes.. Fuck.”

You peeked up at him, your pussy clenching desperately as you spotted his scrunched brows and two eyes closed, lost in the nirvana of your throat. The other three were wide open, fixated on your movements, committing the scene to his eternal memory. You slowly moved one of your hands up, testing to see if he would force you still; with no sign of protest, you took his spitsoaked balls in your hand, massaging them gently as you applied pressure just behind them with your forefinger.

Shiva choked as you worked on him, a stuttered “what the fuck” escaping him as he rutted harder into your mouth; your fingers were testing his patience with a new layer of sensations, your tongue out ready and meticulously to attend to his balls with each thrust forward. You hardly noticed your aching knees and elbows, your burning lungs, the firm grip in your hair as his hips became more frenzied. Your stomach fluttered and your pussy ached for Shiva’s pleasure. You wondered if the crowd could see your asshole clenching? Did they move closer? You weren’t sure, and they’d quieted, or had Shiva simply gotten much louder?

It took little time for Shiva’s thrusts to become uneven, and your throat struggled to accommodate as you gagged beautifully on his girth with each pass of his cockhead. You were barely ready when he shot rope after rope of cum down your throat, dragging your head down so your nose was buried into his pelvis as his thumb finally slipped into your ass, his other fingers using your ass to anchor you onto him, bruising the ghost of his fingertips into your flesh. Your cry was muffled by his continued orgasm as he slipped another finger into your cunny, massaging your insides as he filled your throat with his seed.

“Drink it up, sweetheart, you’re going to be full of this for the rest of your life. You should’ve thought this through before you presented yourself to me,” Shiva growled, small pants between words as the sensation of his orgasm sends him feral - he felt utterly euphoric, for the first time in what felt like centuries; no way was he letting you go. He hummed appreciatively as your throat clenched around him. One, two, three thrusts later, he pulls from your mouth with a pop!, a long string of saliva connecting you and you heave for breath, the high of having such a man quite literally by the balls making way for the building wave of sensation of his fingers playing with your holes. You could feel him massaging your inner walls from both sides, and your eyes rolled as you panted, trying desperately to keep yourself together.

“Come, I’m not done with you,” Shiva lifted you onto his lap, his voice commanding with each instruction that was punctuated by him physically moving you exactly where he wanted you to be whilst continuing his assault on your previously neglected holes. He retreated from your pussy after a moment, swapping from his thumb to his forefinger in your backside as he shifted his grip on your ass to hold you above him. “Arch your back. Play with your nipples. Don’t you fill yourself up yet, did I tell you to do that? No.” With a slap to your backside, he slipped his still-swollen member between your pussy lips, breath hitching as your slick began to make a mess of him in anticipation. “Grind, move your hips up and down.”

He had his fat, engorged shaft nestled comfortably in the plush of your cunt, almost bathing in slick as he dragged your hips along his length; forwards, backwards, forwards, over and over again as the ridge of his cockhead gyrated against your neglected, puffy clit. You were so overwhelmed, the hollering in the background from your audience ever present as you tried not to lose yourself completely to the situation; the finger in your ass was making you pant and your cunt clench hungrily to be filled alongside it. Shiva’s skilled fingers sent you to places you didn’t know existed, and you slowly lost focus on everything but him. Your vision tunnelled as you dug your nails into his shoulders for purchase, for grounding, for protection. You could see his face, but you couldn’t register it properly. It was so much, but not enough at the same time, and it was confusing, and you lost focus.

“Oh, you’re salivating. I’m not even inside of you yet. How greedy and eager you are,” he observed keenly, licking the trail of drool from the corner of your mouth with glee and capturing your lips with his own. He sucked on your tongue, nipping your lip hotly as he drank you in, his kisses dragging you back just barely from the brink. Shiva’s hands were burning on your overheated frame, and you found yourself grateful for the outside breeze.

You were unprepared when Shiva guided your hips backward, slipping straight into your weeping hole in one slick movement. You almost bit your tongue in surprise as you registered the glory of him, finally, filling you up the way you’d been hoping for, needing, since he laid eyes on you.

It was better than you ever could have anticipated. His cock curved slightly at just the right angle that made fucking you stupid with minimal movement a simple feat. He was much larger than you were used to. On top of seemingly being able to reduce to you putty with little to no effort, his cock filled you up just right, stretching you deliciously as his arms anchored you into position, pushing your hips impossibly hard onto himself as he moaned into your neck and the finger in your ass stuttered to a brief halt. Your head fell forward, against his shoulder as your breath truly escaped you, panting as you tried not to fall apart at the feeling. He hasn’t even started, you thought woefully. And you felt this far gone already.

Shiva clenched his teeth as you moulded to his cock, sharp bolts of pain in his shoulders as you dug your nails into him, pulsing insistently in what he was sure was an effort to milk him dry and/or suffocate him, and it was working. How long had it been since he’d been so turned on by a woman? You were glorious, you were perfectly fucking made for his cock. Your cunt choked him, stuttering his hips as he willed himself to move, but found himself unwilling to pull out first; even to slam it straight back into you.

“Go on, pretty girl,” Shiva crooned, his touch gentle as he gently probed your backside with one hand, caressing you with the others. His touch was overwhelming, but comforting, and electric. It took a second for you to understand what he was saying. “Fill yourself up right now. Have at it.”

“Mm,” you nodded obediently, weakly, as you started moving your hips the way he wanted you to earlier, slowly; fighting the fog was hard, and your hips moved instinctively as if driven by Shiva’s quiet grunts of affirmation. You peeked at his expression, your cunny clenching enthusiastically seeing his eyes rolled back and chest heaving.

You picked up the pace, Shiva’s stuttered breaths and bruising fingers guiding you along, your confidence building with each moan that escaped him. Your body pulsed with pain, aching with the exertion as your body began to grow exhausted but you didn’t care. You carried on, with a whine, like a being possessed.

You keened at the scrape of his cockhead against your insides, a carnal ache for more taking over as you bounced with more and more enthusiasm. He was a thick man, packing plenty of girth that you were sure was tailor-made to send you cross-eyed and scatter all rational thought. Nothing you’d ever had in the past even compared to the elation you were feeling. Your hand, one on his shoulder was scratching desperately for leverage whilst the other, entangled in his hair, was tugging harder the closer you came to your peak. You yelped as he took a pebbled nipple in his mouth, tweaking the other with and hand, slipping another finger into your ass all at the same time.

It didn’t matter how many people were watching, it didn’t matter how you got yourself in this mess. Nothing mattered except the feel of his dick inside of you and the orgasm you were chasing; the best fucking you’d ever had, even before you’d cum properly.

“Mmf, hng-Shiva, m’gna- gonna cum!”

He tugged at your hair just as the crescendo hit, forcing you to look upwards at him and you saw stars, before you fell into utopia in the confines of his gaze. You choked on your breath as you released an impressive stream of juices all over him, milking his cock for all its worth. Your words turned into incoherent babbles as you sobbed, legs finally buckling from your efforts and you fell forward against him, fully into his arms.

“Scram,” he waved his hand to disperse the crowd who all disappeared obediently without question, taking a nipple in his mouth again and kindly massaging your frame as your mind drifted somewhere around unconsciousness. He never thought you would've agreed to this, and he'd never been so glad of setting a challenge in his life. On top of that, you took him so well; his cock raged at the idea of being removed, so much so that he stayed buried in you for several minutes as you gained some equilibrium, his hands on your body doing more than you expected in soothing your frazzled neres.

His kindness did not last long. Picking you up, he flips you onto your back, pushing your knees down towards your head, exposing your quivering little hole to the elements. One, two, three swipes of precum onto your hole and he sinks into your folds in one unforgiving movement, pushing deep into your belly as the movement forces all the air out of your lungs with a yelp. He bullies his swollen cockhead into your cervix sharply, with no give as you squeal into the open air. You grab frantically at him, at his hair, his shoulders - anything, clawing for purchase.

Shiva hissed - there was no way that was normal, the way your plushy walls rolled and clenched around him so tightly, the tremble of your thighs vibrating his cock deliciously as he sunk himself to the hilt, his balls heavy against your ass as he pulsed in rhythm to your spasms. Slowly, he rocked into you, trading speed for strength as each thrust beat your most sensitive spot with pinpoint precision at achingly slow speeds. You're so wet, the squelching of your cunt echoes in the expanse of the now vacated space atop the mountain, and you wonder how far the sound is travelling.

"O-oh, I'm so far from done with you, princess," Shiva rumbled, a low moan escaping as he relished your fluttering walls soaking him so nicely, staring at you with eyes glazed with lust and pure hunger as he admires your tear-stained cheeks and your pussy stretched so wonderfully around him. He pins your knees on your chest, your cunt spasming diligently at the added stretch as your breath stopped. You swallow him up, snugly and perfectly, the base of his cock rubbing against your clit and dragging gasps out of you with each steady, well-timed thrust.

All too soon, the growing coil of pleasure in your belly grows to its peak, and you are forced over the edge with a blaze, a mess of fluids spilling from your cunny down your quivering thighs as Shiva continued his bruising pace, relentlessly, far after the sun set.

[iwashie]

"𝘗𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥" (18+) |𝘙𝘖𝘙

ft. Hermes

∗  ˖࣪ ໒꒱  ˚₊· synopsis: Hermes’ hands are too beautiful for you not to notice.

･ﾟﾟ･｡　wc: 969k + warnings- mdni, nsfw content, f!reader, fingering, crying, established relationship, petnames (pretty girl+good girl).

— ☆ A/N: I know he's not a pianist, but hey, look at his hands, they could be and those long fingers don't deny it

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It was normal at some point in the day for you to hear the sound of the violin, a smile appearing on your lips as you followed the sound to appreciate Hermes playing the instrument so beautifully.

It was magnificent to see him playing; the expressions, the body reacting to the chords, the agile fingers producing beautiful sounds. You loved it more and more. That moment was magnetic, you couldn’t look away from his hands.

Ah, what hands… The long, agile fingers covered by the gloves made you imaginative.

His hands could have been a pianist’s and when asked, he said he could play too and when he showed you; you were more mesmerized by those pretty long fingers.

Those fingers could do so much. You could do so much for those fingers inside you.

“Eh, do you like my fingers that much, pretty girl?” Hermes’ calm voice was so low compared to yours, moaning for him.

You waved your arms, a futile attempt as they were tied above your head and your legs were spread wide, welcoming Hermes in the middle, playing with your wet pussy.

“Use your words, pretty.” You groaned, cocking your head to the side as you felt his bare middle finger slipping inside.

“Y-Yes.” You responded and felt his warm breath on your leg, middle finger in and out and calloused thumb circling your swollen clit.

“Yes, what?” You mumbled, and he pressed his thumb, making you lift your hips off the bed.

“I like your hands…”

“And what else?” He poked another calloused finger, and you squinted, squeezing his digits and sighing heavily. “Huh?”

You writhed on the bed, feeling his fingers slowly in and out and his thumb still playing with your clit, making you wetter. You were already wet enough for the liquid to run down your thighs and smear Hermes’ fingers. His fingers just grazing your folds as you kissed slowly were enough to have you wet, rubbing against his hand.

But Hermes wanted much more than that. You knew he wanted a mess as you moaned his name.

“Your fingers are long… nimble- Oh fuck!” He chuckled softly, and you bucked against the fingers curling inside you.

Hermes continued to pistol his fingers at a slow pace, making you whimper and squirm in search of more. He would twirl his fingers and push them in and out, having you rolling your eyes and moaning his name.

“Her-Hermes, please…” He ignored your plea and continued with the motions, eyes intent on you, receiving every moan, sigh and pleading look you gave him.

“Will you handle one more?” You opened your eyes, staring at him, still feeling his fingers working on you. The dark eyes gleaming and the scarlet drawings contorted by his sadistic expression.

“Hermes, please….” You tried to get up, wiggling your tied arms and legs around his upper body, earning a hand pushing you down again.

“No, no, my love.” His face softening into a sad expression and wagging the index finger of his other hand, still covered by the glove. “Aren’t you my good girl?”

You nodded, shuddering at the feel of another finger teasing your entrance. “So you take one more, like the good girl you are.”

You moaned his name, throwing your head back, feeling three of his fingers stretching you and giving you pleasure as he entered and exited with more speed.

“Good girl.”

You shuddered and squeezed his fingers, moaning for more as you closed your eyes shut. He quickened his movements, thrusting his fingers inside you, making you lift your hips off the bed and beg for him.

Your moans, the wet noise of his fingers going in and out of you, were like music to him as he hummed contentedly, his eyes glued to your writhing figure on the bed.

“Her-Hermes!” He sped up the movements, the muscles in his hand and arm contracting, all to please you.

“Is my good girl close?” He knew the answer just by the way your legs quivered and the way your greedy pussy squeezed and sucked on his fingers.

“Y-Yes! Hermes…” You whimpered his name, your eyes blurred with tears, begging him to give you the pleasure those long, agile fingers were bringing you.

“Then should I…” You choked on a moan as you felt his mouth sucking on your clit and his hot tongue playing in circles. That knot in your stomach is tightening tighter and tighter.

“Hermes!” you moaned, feeling the knot dissolve in pleasure and the liquid gushing out, smearing his face and hand, which were still thrusting in and out quickly, trying to take every last taste from you with his mouth, gulping your juice.

“My good girl…” He withdrew his smeared fingers and brought them to his mouth, savoring your taste and wiped his face with the back of his hand, bringing it to your mouth for you to lick.

He grinned, eyes gleaming at you calming down from your orgasm; chest rising and falling slowly, face flushed, hazy eyes at him, and legs trembling.

Hermes couldn’t hide his smile of satisfaction, knowing that only he could give you the best orgasm with just his long and agile fingers.

You saw him remove his uniform and the bulge in his underwear, soon feeling his weight on top of you as he lowered his waist against yours, brushing your clit and gaining a weak moan from you.

“Will my good girl help me?” You shuddered at the feeling of his waist against yours and the wet kisses on your neck. You nodded, grinding against him, feeling his hard cock throb.

He removed the piece, returning to between your legs, putting the remaining glove in your mouth and with firm hands, caressing your waist, thrust his cock inside you. “Good girl."

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[yandere-wishes]

◃◃◃ Sleepless  ▹▹▹

Synopsis:  Tesla doesn't sleep, can't sleep. He has something he needs to finish, something to fulfill. Maybe for once in his miserable existence, his inventions can be acknowledged for what they truly are. You're trying to prove yourself before the world comes to an end. And if that means absorbing every form of toxicity your childhood crush has to offer then so be it.

Warnings: Implied Suicide (but only if you squint and read between the lines) messy, cryptic, and self-indulgent. 

For as long as Tesla could remember, he'd been made up of half-truths and chalk dust, stray static in the air, and electric currents running in the place of veins. 

His body is nothing more than a journal, made to unravel the laws of the scientific realm, made to unearth what lies beyond the light. Born to tame the future and all its unknowns.  

Nikola Tesla is not a human, he's shedded such restrictions decades -or rather a century- ago. He is simply a chain of thoughts that run rampant, merely the physical manifestation of theories and discoveries. Stitched together on the canvas of human flesh and frail cartilage bones. 

No, Nikola Tesla hasn't been human for far too long. The more his miserable existence dragged on, the more his ties to the mortals faltered. The more he became estranged, the more he became some simulacrum abomination like those written in some abstract "scientific" opus. 

If he could, he'd carve his theories into his flesh, rip himself open, and feed bits and pieces of his soul to his inventions, his creations, his legacies. He's only ever felt alive in the depths of his lab. When his fingers were enclosed around a pen, a screwdriver, a coil of wire. 

Something that proved he had a damn purpose when he played God with rouge electric current and polarized magnetic fields. 

It's a rarely spoken fact, yet a deeply in rooted truth in the minds of all living beings. For when a human loses its humanity, the madness is not far behind. 

For if not, for the creations, the outlet of the endless, maddening thoughts. He'd have lost the last line of sanity still threading around inside him. 

It all feeds back to a lack of humanity, or rather a lack of sanity. Tesla's not mad, not the way they've portrayed him in the scandalous articles written about his so-called "life". 

He's never killed, never maimed, never used a single invention for bad or evil. Never wanted money, never dreamed of fame. He simply wanted to create. To build. To watch the future unfold in front of his fading eyes. 

Alas, here in the end of times, he's come to find a certain amiability in Ragnarok, in the death of all things. The mere thought of this miserable world and all its paradoxes finally coming to a grand end grants him a certain peace of mind. The finite end has finally arrived and that alone sends a loving jolt of ecstasy through his spin. 

There should be little left to prove, little pain left to endure. yet now as humanity finds itself begging at his feet to save them. Begging him to defeat the god of darkness. Tesla yet again finds himself propelled into the role of the underdog. The Mad scientist. The walking nightmare, who may for once be of some service to the poor innocent mortals, he so apparently terrorized back in his first life.

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Tesla's head dangles off the end of the high-reach chair. His adrenaline running thin, leaving him exhausted. His dulled eyes trace over the sleeping frames of his so-called "fellow scientists". They lay peacefully asleep on the hard concrete floor, as he lays awake swimming in a pool of his own misery. It's times like this that he wishes for the sweet release of slumber. 

Oh, how he wishes he could just sleep. 

What is a scientist? he ponders. Is a scientist nothing more than a monster being cradled in human brawn?

What is a scientist if not an abomination of could be's and maybe's? Something made up of illness and euphoria. A lover, a romantic, one whose paramour is encompassed of chalk and ink and flesh and blood and tears and sorrow.

What is a scientist if not an atheist to the norms of this witless world?

And what is he if not a scientist in its purest, rawest, most deranged form? 

Surely those sleeping all so soundly could be deemed 'scientists' as well. Yet they find release, in human lovers, in musical pastimes, in the all-so-sweet release of sleep. He envies them, for despite them sharing a title, Tesla has nothing in common with them. 

He envies them, for no matter what tragedy is written about their lives, He is the sole one who is truly ever alone. 

Or well, to some extent anyway...

His fingers loosen their grip on a worn-out piece of chalk. It falls to the floor with a "clank" yet -in some metaphoric symbolism for his life- refuses to break. 

With shaky movements, he steps down the ladder and with motions, to rival the undead makes his way out of his waiting chamber. 

for a second he permits his eyes to defocus to take in the nothingness that surrounds him. The ragged snoring reverberating off the chamber walls grows farther and farther away as he lets his feet carry him away into the unknown corridor. 

He knows how you spend your time away from him locked in a tiny room granted to you by the Valkyries. It was close to his, a gift of sorts from Brunhilde. Who had been the first to notice the ill natural attraction between him and the ever-ordinary girl. 

When the "world's greatest minds" gather in his room, all trying to outdo each other, all boring him with their meager knowledge of this and that. He'd send you to your room. Away from the grasp of other beings. He'd send you back to your robotic creations, where his mind could rest at ease knowing you were safe. 

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You died early, something about a broken heart filled with woe and a ruptured vein. you can't really remember. Or rather, it's illogical to exhaust one's self on such trivial matters.  Effort is better spent on something that could matter. Something that could extinguish the haunting emptiness that resides in your heart. Mend the crevices in your tattered soul. 

You've been a ghost your whole life. Living in between the cracks of sanity and insanity. Shunned by those who could never comprehend the introspections of a hyperactive mind. 

"High maintenance" they called you. "Useless" you deemed yourself. Even in this world where the dead meet the alive, the needles of uselessness still dance across your skin. Prickling you throughout odd intervals of the endless stream of time that flows through the arena walls. 

You were meant to be a spectator, just like the hundreds upon thousands of other humans who were brought to this place. That was until the so-called "high maintenance" kicked in and you found yourself roaming the pristine white halls. Heart racing as you sought something, familiar yet vague. A sort of childhood dream beckoned you further and further. 

When you finally stopped, it was due to a disturbance in the otherwise, repetitive corridor...

He stood there, talking to the head Valkyrie.

He, him, the man who you've been in love with since your childhood. 

Admittedly you never knew him in person. He'd been dead long before you'd even been born. Yet the archives of his creations and the general push for his acknowledgment had made you harbor an engulfing idealization for the man known as Nikola Tesla. 

He was the closest thing to a god, the closest thing to devotion, that you had ever felt. You were empty, barren, in need of something, someone to devote your life to. He just so happened to be some correct entity who deserved to be praised. 

You had spent your meager years alive, trying to follow in the ghosts of his footsteps. Trying to replicate him within yourself. A dead man and his fractured mind were all that gave your miserable existence a purpose. 

Until you died, then been reborn -to some extent- and if life hadn't already been a paradox of despair and confusion. It had decided to vouch for another round of folly by throwing you into the awaiting clutches of the man you had spent your life in the worship of. 

His eyes had met yours.

Two broken universes collide.

He had walked up to you.

Smiled as if greeting a dear friend.

Face twisted in the horrid realization that all his life had been a lie. 

The renowned mad scientist, had gotten on one knee. 

Stolen a page from every fairytale prince and taken your fickle fingers in his ringed gloved hand. His lips met the back of your hand. A kiss, a promise, some sort of fate. 

"Princeza" He'd called you.

 "........" you'd answered. 

And that had been that.

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Life is cruel, bringing not but pain and loneliness. 

You had hoped that the loneliness would subdue now that you'd finally met him. 

And it had, to some extent. Sure you spent most of your time locked away in a tiny room. Tearing yourself apart trying to create something, anything to impress him with. From mechanical limbs to robotic creatures, gauntlets that tamed rouge energy to apparatuses of flight. 

You still wanted to be him...

So you stopped sleeping. 

And stopped eating properly.

You started tearing the skin from your hands each time you washed them. 

Started avoiding any and all interactions. Be it from the 13th valkyrie that brought you your daily meals.

 To the odd scientist that dropped by to let you know your lover would be late again tonight.

You tried to engrave every mephitic trait he harbored. Recreating yourself from the toxicity he dripped. Cutting and restitching your body with all the sharp edges from his broken edges. 

Somewhere along the way, you'd lost sight of the fact that technically -despite what you tried to convince yourself of, what you tried to do to yourself- you were still merely a human, and he, he was something even the egomaniacal gods could not compare to. He was on a pedestal far too grand, too tall, too monstrous, too inhuman, for you to ever reach. 

You wanted to absorb everything about him. Wanted to be him in every literal sense.

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It's late again, sometime between yesterday and today. There's a silver light atop the crowded workbench. Solder smoke fills the fumes suffocating the room. You stifle back a cough, desperate to breathe in the toxins like oxygen. 

Colored wires adorn your fingers like paper rings, awaiting their turn to be fused with their soulmate. 

Your project isn't delicate, it's sturdy, an instrument of war, a gift of love. It's for him really, something you hope will keep him safe during his arc in that bloodied arena. 

Your lips move rhythmically as you place a chaste kiss on the retractable blade -a safety precaution, for if his suit should fail- it's a romantic moment if instead of this weapon you had been kissing your actual lover. Peaceful and blissful and sweet and...and...and.

The minute fades as your chamber door creaks open. A tall figure stands hunched by the door, posture linear yet fatigued. He leans on the nearby wall. Exhaustion and anxiety rolling off his body in waves. 

The smoke in the room dies down, your own throat tightens, fingers drum a nervous beat on the body of the steel blade. a testimonial fear of the man above all else. 

He offers you a sweet smile, as he tries to make his way to you. His legs fail him once and with the grace of a newborn fawn, he attempts to steady himself on the marble walls. 

"Are you alright darling?" you question as you hastily rise to your feet. Suddenly becoming aware of the chain that binds you to your work desk. It's a small precaution Tesla takes one that you are truly thankful for. It may seem immoral to the average human yet it keeps you concentrated, devoted to your work, whilst keeping his mind at ease, focused soley on his work. 

He smiles again, "quite alright dear" his attempt to put you at ease is charming. He's so sweet, so kind, a hero in its purest form. 

Once he finally manages to saunter over to you, balancing himself on the table. His dulled eyes stared lovingly at you, raw excitement bubbling to the surface. 

"You wouldn't believe the progress I've made today. The armor's flight was quite a doozy yet I'm certain that I've figured it out."

You smiled back, cherishingly, adorningly.

 "I'm glad darling, I do wish you would let me help...." your voice trails off as his eyes morph into a slight glare. You gulp, tension rising to engulf the room. 

"I simply can't darling, there are far too many....people there. What in heaven's name would I do if one of those so-called scientists took an interest in you? Or lord forbid, you.." he trails off, not too eager to finish that chain of thought. 

"I-I wouldn't let that happen" you mutter, a decorative pout adorning your lips. He laughs, it's boyish and precious. His fingers enclose around your cheeks squishing them together. His lips hover over yours. Brushing ever so slightly against yours.

It's the bear minimum of a kiss, yet -with the exception of sleepless nights laced in immaculate fatigue, where the two of you give in, to what little you are both willing to do- it's the sweetest endearment the both of you may offer. 

When he pulls away you stifle a yawn. Tiredness dancing in your own eyes. It's embarrassing, especially because you know he's noticed. 

"You should sleep" he mutters. Your eyes meet his, a spiral of emotions coating the semi-functioning optics. 

"You don't, so why should I?" It sounds childish, bratish even. Yet it rings true, not only for this situation but for all other aspects in your devoted, useless life. 

he laughs again, this time high-pitched and pitiful. "fatal familial Insomnia, from both parents actually" he remarks quietly before a painful shudder erupts through his body.

"Sometimes" he begins again, and you know what comes next. Unlike you, Nikola can actually remember his life before Ragnarok, recall every bit, and piece up until the night he took his last breath in that miserable hotel room.

"Sometimes I wish I'd stayed home...or gone home, or....well or anything else. Anything had to be better than that hellscape. I wish..." 

His words are rushed, radical. Laced in a dense layer of secrecy.

Something cryptic and critical, something only a broken man with a wry mind would say.

You look up at him again. watching as he takes a seat beside you. Plucking up a screwdriver and a handful of screws. 

It's humorous how in sync the two of you can be. You pick up some loose parts. Wings, a beak, and a tail. 

"You're ethereal" he mumbles under his breath as his clothed fingers trace a line down your chest. Barely touching you, yet the intention, the adoration is still there. 

His eyes don't leave the new creation, another robotic pigeon. 

It's moments like this that you find your purpose, with him, building something with him. It's moments like this that you understand what you were meant to do in this miserable life. 

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 To a hyperactive mind, the inability to ponder freely is a hell all of its own. People flee when they are faced with that which they do not comprehend and they shun those who embrace the unknown like a lover returning from war. The loneliness never quite falters. 

Life makes hollow shells out of those who wish to understand it, and comprehend its backhanded methods. It injects loneliness into those who greedily wish for more than the norm. Drugs them with solitude and apathy of the heart, so they may abandon their blasphemous ways. 

There's a sense of Saudade when he first meets you. You're not from his time, not from his world, you're beyond his time, born long after the dirt on his coffin dried up. But he knows you and he knows that you know him too. The dull reverberat of existence pumps through your withered veins, much like his. 

It's not romantic, far from it actually. The two of you aren't useless protagonists in those illogical romance novels one of his sisters used to read. No, the two of you are an irregularity born of broken minds and forgotten worlds. 

Ravagers of the truth, where only lies see the light of day. To him, you are ethereal, hope personified in the corpse of a broken-minded, broken-hearted girl. 

Yet most importantly you're the only one who makes him feel less lonely in a world engineered to torment him.

[pillow-anime-infos]

ror masterlist {valkyries and pantheons ver.}

I. VALKYRIES

BRUNHILDE

the last battle of ragnarok {i love girls month + scenario | 325 words ; sfw}

HRIST

soon

THRUD

soon

GÖLL

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[trashlama]

Braaahhhhsss!!!! I've been reading the manga for ROR(Record of Ragnarok) since I've caught up with the anime on Netflix.

And Braaahhhhsss—

The manga is soooo much better than the anime.

Like I know as a otaku veteran that the manga is always better than the anime.

-cough- KHR -cough-

But bbrrraahhhsss—

I watched the anime first cause Netflix and—

*queue oran high school host club theme intro*

"With too much free time on my hands"

(not really, that's a lie. I need money.)

Anyways—

Aaahhhhhhhhh!!!!

I'm a simp. And the manga just makes.you simp harder.

Like brrrraaahhhhsss, I got to come out with more shit soon.

Probably not just some more Jack shit.(which I will do. You can't stop me. You will never take me alive!!!)

But, probably some gods or other humanity's champions. -cough- GILF Kojiro Sasaki -cough- some sort of Valkyrie reader shit I'm not a hundred percent sure on what yet but, you folks know it will be Spencer's worthy if you know my slogan.

"Shit is as steamy as a good porno."

Anyways—

This page is not made for anyone under 18+

I'm gonna start blocking people who don't put their ages in their blogs regardless of what you say.

This blog is about to be a lot more steamy.

And as I may reiterate this page is definitely not for people under 18+!

My shit is about to be—

As I like to say—

"If I'm going to hell already I might as well go out with a bang!"

So please bare with me my good comercialist followers! Your friendly caplistic consumer shall be back with more!

Probably either fanart or another headcanons turned drabble turned one shot.

Not hundred percent sure yet.

Buuuuttttt—

You guys know I'm easy and a simp soooo—

Wish me luck!

I shall do my best to fill your guys' thirsty thirsts!

(To be honest I find Poseidon totally overrated but, I can write for him if you guys really want it.)

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Sacrifical Bride.

Commissioned by the very lovely @yanmaresu.

Pairing: Yandere!Hades x Reader (Record of Ragnarök).

Word Count: 3.0k.

TW: Fem!Reader, Non/Con, Forced Marriage, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Emotional Manipulation, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, and Mentions of Kidnapping/Prolonged Captivity. Not Canon Complacent. I Have Never Met Canon But I Hear She's Very Nice.

The wedding was a solemn affair.

Not dull, because nothing that had your heart beating so violently could ever be considered ‘dull’, and not dreary, because despite the many, many things you could say about your kidnapper-turned-husband, he wasn’t one for bland affairs. No, your dress was of the finest and most vibrant silks, your veil lined with pearls and rubies and the gown’s train long enough to swell and ebb behind you as you walked down the seemingly never-ending aisle, unaccompanied by any escort. Wreaths of shining ivory lilies and blooming chrysanthemums encircled marble pillars, low-burning lanterns casting the chapel in long, wavering shadows. The pews were empty. The only guests were his ghastly servants, and they’d never once said a word to you.

There was no officiant. Hades waited for you at the brimstone altar alone, a gentle simper playing over his lips as he watched you drag your feet and fight the urge to bolt, to run, to do the very thing that’d left you trapped in his arm in the first place. It was tempting, albeit pointless. You’d always been swift footed, but there was nowhere to escape to in Helheim. At best, you’d spend a few days hiding and struggling to survive in the empty plains that surrounded his looming fortress of a home. At worst, you’d find yourself without direction and beyond the reach of his control, hopelessly lost and stumbling through fields of fading dead and gnarled beasts and things that would make the man in front of you look hospitable, in comparison. You tried to remind yourself of that as your body begged you to flee.

As you reached the altar, his smile grew into something that could’ve been convincingly genuine, had it been able to reach the pits of lifeless ice that were his eyes. Rather, the gesture only seemed to add to the coil of dread growing tighter in the pit of your stomach as you stepped beside him, clutching your bouquet to your chest in a white-knuckled grip. He’d let you pick that out yourself, at least, and you’d taken a truly irrational amount of joy in picking wildflowers and trimming roses and breaking every rule of decorum your mother had ever taught you. Now, though, the shadows of his hall seemed to dull your vision-searing colors, and it was difficult to take joy in such a simple pleasure knowing the man in front of you sought to ensure you’d never braid daisies or sleep beneath open skies again, when he was staring you down like yet another precious gem he planned to add to his ever-growing collection. It was a cruel comparison, but not quite as hyperbolic as you would’ve liked.

There was a shallow sigh, a hand brought to the edge of your veil. He toyed with the fabric for a long moment before taking the hem in both hands and pulling it away from your face. If he recognized the terror stitched into your expression, he only deemed it worth a slight shake of his head. “Oh, beloved.” His hand fell to your cheek. “You’re as radiant as the day we met.”

The day he plucked you from your mortal life and dragged you into the depths of the earth, the day he’d forced the awful seeds of that terrible fruit down your throat and promised you would never see another living soul again. You swallowed back your nerves. “Please, don’t draw this out.”

You were lucky you’d fallen into the hands of such a mild-tempered captor. He let out an airy chuckle, turning back to the altar. It was decorated sparsely; an overflowing cornucopia posed in one corner, a standing thurible slowly releasing nauseatingly sweet incense into the stagnant air sitting in the other. Between them was only a bottle of dark wine and two twin chalices, crafted of only the finest bronze and polished until they shined in the low lighting. He filled both to the brim before looking towards you, a glint in his remaining eye as he took a chalice in either hand.

You’d been wrong when you assumed they were identical. Where one had a line of aimless, curling thorns following the rim and plunging down the length of the handle, the other was embellished with roses, abstract and nearly shapeless, forming neat columns across the body of the cup. He extended the latter to you, its contents threatening to spill as you took it in your trembling hands. You’d managed to talk him out of the more elaborate ceremonies he’d suggested, but it was difficult to remember that this was a preferable alternative now that could feel the chill of his wine seeping into your palms.

You brought it to your lips, held it there for a moment, then pulled back at the hint of a more familiar scent than that of his dizzying incense. “Pomegranates?”

“I thought it would be a nice touch.” For him, maybe. He’d always struggled to see things from your perspective. “Forgive my sentimentality.”

You wouldn’t, but you were smart enough to keep that to yourself. When he raised his chalice, you did the same, mirroring him when your own will failed you. “To us, darling.”

You nodded. “To us.”

He took a long sip from his chalice, seeming to savor the rich wine, while you drained yours in a single breath. Try as you might to enjoy it, you could only seem to taste ash.

~

A few vows were exchanged, a kiss pressed into the back of your hand when you flinched away from his attempt to communicate his affection more directly. Finally, he took your arm and guided you back to your shared chambers, lingering in the doorway while you collapsed onto his bed – your marital bed, now, you supposed. You buried your face in the silken sheets, letting out a soft groan. There would be a celebration later on, a feast with all of his many gloating brothers and prying sisters in attendance, but the worst of it was over. You were bound to him, for better or for worse. All you could do was weather the consequences.

You’d hoped he would be kind enough to leave you alone while you consoled yourself, while you took all that you knew and all that you didn’t and recontextualized it with yourself as the mortal bride to the God of Death, but a hand on your shoulder dispelled that fleeting fantasy. With no small amount of reluctance, you pushed yourself upward and turned your attention back to Hades. This time, without the pretense of custom, he didn’t settle for your hand. His mouth found its way to the dip of your shoulder, then the crook of your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses into his chosen targets.

When he started to move towards the curve of your throat, you moved on instinct – your hands finding their way to his hair as you dragged him away from you before he could do anything you wouldn’t be able to forget as soon as he left the room. “Please,” you said, not for the first time that day. “I… I’d rather be alone, right now. If it’s all the same to you.”

His smile didn’t waver. “You know that, if it were up to me, I would bend to your every whim,” he spaced the words out generously, as if worried your feeble human mind might not be able to understand. “But we aren’t done.”

Your expression fell. “I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me. I wore the dress, and—and I took your vows, and—”

“My love,” he cut you off swiftly, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. “Our union will have to be consummated, eventually.”

You felt your throat begin to swell shut.

“I know that, but—” You laid your hand over his, trying to call upon whatever pale imitation of sympathy might’ve existed in his heart. “—does it have to be consummated now?”

You watched as his gaze softened, as his head lulled to the side in that endeared-yet-condescending manner he seemed so fond of. Slowly, with a painstaking gentleness, he brought you closer to him, ghosting over the top of your head and lingering there, even as he started to speak. “I think,” he started, his voice muffled by proximity. “that it would be in your best interest not to keep me waiting any longer.”

It wasn’t a threat, but it was posed like one, dredged up from somewhere deep in his chest and accompanied by his hand on your waist, nimble fingers slipping underneath the sash binding your gown together. When you jerked back, reflexively trying to escape his advances, he was quick to chase you, to let his softened smile spread into an amused grin as an arm wrapped around your midriff and dragged you, willingly or otherwise, into his lap. “I don’t want to hurt you.” And yet, your safety didn’t seem to cross his mind as his blunt nails bit into your waist, as he dragged you close enough to feel his chest press into yours, to become uncomfortably aware of the stiff outline against the loose fabric of his pants. “If I rely on my own self-restraint for another day—” Another kiss, this one to the tender patch of skin above your jugular vein. “I’m afraid I might end up doing something we both regret, when the time comes.”

“Less than a day,” you pleaded as he buried his face in your neck. There was a blur of movement, the ghost of his touch along the curve of your spine, and your bodice fell away in tatters, the ruined fabric collapsing to your waist. When you moved to cover yourself, Hades clicked his tongue and you froze, letting your arms fall back to your sides. Begging him to change his mind was one thing. Going against him so transparently would only make things more difficult. “Half a day. An hour. I just— Hades, I can’t do this right now—”

“My love.” Swift, blunt, merciless. You’d been a fool to ever think he was one of the kinder gods. “I think I’ve waited long enough to claim what belongs to me.”

Any protest you might’ve had died in your throat.

You’d been a fool to ever think he was anything less than the cruelest of his kin.

You wanted to scream. If you couldn’t run, then you would yell, raise your voice and tell him that he already had you, that he’d gotten everything he could’ve possibly wanted, but anything you might’ve said was torn away and ripped to shreds as his head dipped low, his teeth latching onto the vulnerable skin of you collar bone and sinking in. He didn’t draw blood, but he didn’t have to. A bolt of pure, stinging agony shot from your chest to your core, only dulling as he pulled away with a low groan. “Have I ever told you how much I adore the sound of my name on your tongue?” You felt his hand on your hip, then your thigh, the remains of your dress cut through and disposed of with little fanfare. He gave your bridal lingerie (pure white and so obnoxiously lacy, you’d had to wonder if this was all some sadistic joke as you slipped it on) more attention, his thumb running along the delicate trim before his fingers slipped underneath it, tracing the length of your slit before doing away with the barrier altogether.

Dread and panic dulled your reactions, but it would’ve been a lie to say the feeling of his mouth on your skin had left you completely unaffected. He chuckled as he gathered your slick on his fingertips, two of which were soon pressed into your clit with a brutal sort of precision. “And you tried to play coy.” He teased the sensitive bundle of nerves mercilessly, the patterns he traced into your clit too slow and too fleeting all at once. You wished he wouldn’t touch you at all, but if he was going to, it was the least he could’ve done not to draw it out. “That must’ve been why you seemed so rushed during our ceremony. If you’d asked me to make love to you on that altar, I happily would have.”

Hot, humiliated tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. You attempted to deny it, but a cracked moan slipped past your lips instead as two of his fingers were forced into your cunt and spread, splitting you apart. Your hands shot to his shoulders, trying to stabilize yourself, but he only saw your desperation as an invitation – bowing his head and pumping his fingers into you at the kind of languid pace that left you fighting not to rock against him, not to make up for the urgency immortal creatures so often lacked. “You’re a vice,” he muttered, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, his tone low and lecherous. You wondered, briefly, if words that fell from the lips of a god could be considered sinful. “To think my own wife would’ve had me neglect her so severely for so long.”

You shook your head. You were married to him, sure, bound to him. But you couldn’t afford to think of yourself as his wife. You couldn’t afford to think of yourself as something so limited, something so purely an extension of him. “I’m not—”

“Don’t try to spare my feelings. I can see that I underestimated just how much attention my little mortal would need.” His wrist quirked, another digit pushing past your entrance and stuffing your pussy full as his fingers curled and ground inside of you. Against your will, you felt a tight heat begin to twist and writhe in the pit of your stomach, pangs of burning pleasure coursing from your cunt to your core. Now, you cried unabashedly, embarrassment and shame burning in your cheeks and fueling the unsteady stream of tears that Hades was so agonizingly quick to coo over, to kiss away as your hips bucked unsteadily against his hand. “What a sensitive wife I have.” That word – that awful word – was enough to earn a ragged sob, but if he recognized the connection, he didn’t deem it worth his concern. “I promise, you’ll never feel so unloved in my care again.”

You would’ve given anything to be able to pull away from him, to be able to shove at his chest and swear to all the gods you’d once worshiped that there was no part of you that could ever feel loved with him, but in the end, he was the one to let you go, to throw you onto the center of his great bed and leave you whining involuntarily at the sudden loss of stimulation. He’d never been one to deprive you, though; in a moment, he was in between your open legs, one hand wrapped loosely around your thigh while the other pulled feverishly at his own clothes. His coat fell away first, then his shirt. You heard fabric shift and metal clink and, in a daze, saw him wrap his fist around something he could not have possibly planned to fit inside of you. Half out of terror and half out of instinct, your gaze flickered from his cock to his face – to the wide, fanged grin he’d been wearing for as long as you could remember.

He moved to kiss you, and you drove your heel into his stomach.

The blow would’ve been weak by human standards, but it caught him off-guard. Out of reflex, he reeled back, and you took the opportunity to scramble off his bed and towards the door, to any part of this forsaken place where Hades wasn’t. You made it a step, maybe two before something caught your shoulder, before your body buckled under a weight greater than your own. You were dragged onto your knees before you could so much as think to slip away from him, your cheek forced against the cool marble of the floor before you could hope to make your descent more dignified. You felt his broad chest press into your back, his snarling lips against the curve of your throat. You wondered if the insult would be great enough to warrant taking your life, but the thought was dismissed quickly.

Hades had never been the kind of god capable of showing such mercy.

“I would’ve made love to you like a queen,” he spat, his tone all manic venom and overdue obsession. “But, if you’d rather be fucked on the ground like a whore, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

You weren’t allowed the luxury of bracing yourself, this time. In one brutal movement, he thrust into you, splitting you open on his cock with the kind of harsh, unforgiving force better suited to a wild animal.  There was no time to adjust, no time to sob, only Hades groaning against your neck as he bucked against you, never daring to pull out completely. Whatever agony his fingers had sparked was now ten-fold. Your legs shook, your body threatening to collapse entirely, but Hades kept your ass raised and your thighs spread, his focus entirely on bucking into you as deeply and as roughly as he could.

It almost surprised you when one of his hands shot to your head, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair as he forced his mouth against yours. You tried not to cooperate, but two fingers pressed into your clit and your mouth fell open in a guttural cry, providing an opening he seemed content to take advantage of. It was a deep, lingering, messything – all tongue and teeth – but his cock ground against something soft and vulnerable and you failed to suppress the wave of pure heat that flooded through your battered body as you clenched around him, as you came undone around the cock of your kidnapper, your captor, your husband. Hades wasn’t far behind, his composure shattering no more than a second after the walls of your cunt clenched down around him. You could only choke on your misery-tinged pleasure as his hips pressed into your ass and he came inside of you – his awful warmth soon tainting every fiber of your being.

You tried to tell yourself that, at the very least, it was over - that he’d had his fill of you and now, you’d be free to console yourself elsewhere, but your hopes were once again dashed when Hades failed to release you, failed to pull out of you, failed to do anything but press himself into your back and trail his lips idly down to the nape of your neck. “Once is a pitiful amount for a king. Don’t you agree?”

You felt his hips move back, then rock against you just as quickly.

“You can forgive me when we’re done, love.”

[coffeecubes]

"𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬!"

𝗵𝗰𝘀 + 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼: 𝗱𝗼𝗱𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸? 𝗦𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆… 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴… 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁?

✩ 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 | 𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿, 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗵𝗮, 𝗾𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗵𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✩ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲

✩ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲! 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀! 𝗠𝘆 𝗤𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘃 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳

𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒

Imagine his confusion when you dodge his kiss

A bit hurt but tries to kiss you again

You dodge him once again, making his face turn to horror as if Poseidon had said he was the worst older brother ever to his face

Hades, who had fallen in love with you, was always a gentleman. The first time he saw you, he knew that you were going to be his wife. He treated you as his equal, his woman, and his queen all at once. He was gentle, patient, loving, and so protective of you, making sure to respect you as who you are. He was one of the few gods who physically showed how much he loved and cherished you, which was rare in the divine. 

He introduced things to you slowly, making sure to go at your pace since he didn’t want to hurt or scare you away. Showing affection and kisses in small moments was one thing that he adored, since it showed connection and strong desire for one another.

There was a trend going on lately where lovers would dodge each other’s kisses as a prank, and you thought it would be funny to try it on your husband, who was so heavenly in love with you. It was just a small teasing but your heart absolutely shattered when you saw his face fall.

“Love?” Hades tilted his head, his strong arms coming to grasp your waist once you dodged again. 

Hades didn’t think this was funny at all as he pulled you onto his lap. He turned you over so you were facing him before he placed his head above your chest.

“Did I do something wrong?” he pouted, his handsome face turning sadder in each second and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“No! It was just a prank, that’s all!” you explained everything to him and suddenly it all made sense.

“Well… shall I try again?” Hades’ mood brightened up as he attempted to kiss you once more, and you happily obliged.

Now, he’s carrying you to his bedroom where he’s going to punish you for teasing him 😉

Poseidon later came to visit his brother and his sister-in-law until he heard the noise coming from the bedroom and he left

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑

He leans in to give you a kiss but you dodged, making him kiss nothing but air

He stills for a few moments before he opens his eyes with confusion and he whips around to see you resuming to your own routines

You felt extremely bad as you felt his eyes upon your figure, as the thunder god wonders if you are mad at him

The thunder god never showed any sort of affection or emotion to anyone, so imagine the shock of the entire heavens when rumours had it that he had fallen in love with you. He wasn’t social and didn’t have many friends despite how powerful he was but the moment you came into his life, it brought another side out of him. He wanted nothing but to spend his immortal life with you, enjoying the sweet comforts of your presence, listening to your stories, and relishing your touches, kisses and love.

Affection was something he never knew he lacked in his life until he met you, and your small kisses were one of the very things that always made his busy day better. He was extremely occupied these days with his duties so he didn’t get to spend much time with you, making him wonder if you were pissed at him. 

You were already regretting your actions and you should never have listened to Loki’s stupid prank. Thor was good to you but that dumb trickster had decided it would be funny to see his cousin’s reaction to his wife not wanting to kiss him. 

“My sweet…” Thor’s voice echoed down the corridors, as you scurried away from him.

His loud footsteps followed your smaller form, as guilt began to bottle you up. You can feel the hurt and sadness radiating off of his body and it got worse when he grabbed your arm gently to stop you.

“Are you mad at me?” the god asked as you refused to answer to keep Loki’s prank going.

You thought you could do it until he pulled you into a tight embrace, apologising to you.

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

That’s it.

You whipped around and cupped his cheeks, explaining everything to him, telling him that Loki told you to do it because he wanted to see his reaction. Thor was obviously pissed at Loki and he was about to go beat him up when you grabbed his face once more and kissed him lovingly. You two made out in the halls for a little while until his bloodthirsty battle smirk came out.

He throws you over his shoulder and carries you to the private chambers, where you two will make up for all the lost time when you were apart 😍

Loki got a black eye after

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐍

You have a death wish if you have the audacity to dodge his kiss

He was mad, like really mad, as he grabs you by your chin and holds you in place to kiss you but you deny him by biting your lips in

He never felt anything ill towards you but for the first time, there was this bitter and hurt feeling that boiled up in his chest as his cold eyes glared into your own

It was an understatement that Poseidon was a terrifying god. Of all the divine, he had the most power, authority, and presence of all the gods and he was ruthless in his approach. He looked down on others and even deemed them as filth if they didn't reach his standards. He doesn’t talk to the lowly and his emotions seem non-existent.

Until he met you.

When you first transferred to his castle to work for him, he felt as if cupid’s arrow had cruelly decided to pierce him and for the first time, this god wanted someone. He wanted someone to stand by his side, someone to rule with, and someone to love. 

Poseidon was cruel to everyone in his fortress but when it came to you, he tried to soften up and treat you less harshly. He was still critical and blunt, but you soon realised that he was giving you advice and helping you improve. Pretty soon, you two were together and now married. He would also show gentle gestures such as caressing your cheeks, holding your hand, and embracing you to show others who had their eyes on you that you belonged to him - and him ALONE. 

When you two were alone, Poseidon showed a side to you that you didn’t think he had as he treated you and your body with such grace and gentleness. He was rough in bed as well but it felt as if he was telling you that you were his everything, his precious goddess who stole his heart.

And now, Poseidon was on thin ice with you as he slammed the door shut and placed his hand above your head, trapping you beneath his large body. 

“What’s going on?” he sneered at you, “you don’t want me anymore?”

You were going to kill Aphrodite later for blackmailing you into this.

“Poseidon, no! I do want you!” you told him truthfully, “it’s just that Aphrodite…”

The moment you said that lustful goddess’ name made Poseidon’s face darken. He huffed angrily and brushed his blond hair, feeling his anger snap. You were a nervous wreck as you tried to walk past him until he took you by the chin and slammed his lips into yours. You kissed him back and sooner or later, he was on top of you in bed, making sure that you gave him the kisses he deserved. 

You two had fun that night, Poseidon made sure you were sore the next day 😈

Aphrodite was banned from talking to you ever again

𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀

Imagine the shock pikachu face as you dodge his kiss, his jaw dropping to the ground like a heavy stone

His lollipop fell from his mouth and you try not to snicker as you walked passed him

Not a single word was spoken out either, while the feeling of being heartbroken stabbed him like a blade

Buddha was a god that took no shits from anyone. He was true to himself, he was enlightened, and he was proud to guide others into a path where they could also achieve enlightenment. That’s why he became so fond of you.

He adored and fell in love with you because you gave no shits to anyone. You didn’t let the hardships and suffering of the things around you bring you down, instead you found new ways to conquer them and achieve happiness. Buddha adored and loved being by your side. He particularly loved cuddling with you on top of hills, munching on little snacks and tears, while being lovey dovey with each other. 

Buddha was always a tease to you because he loved seeing how flustered and shy you get, your facial impressions were one of the top things he enjoyed. But recently, he seemed to be getting over your boundaries with his teasing. You’re usually fine with his teasing but this time, Buddha just won’t leave it alone. Usually he would drop it and apologise afterwards, even kissing and caressing your figure, but this time, he was persistent.

So of course, you decided to get back at the enlightened one, turning your head away and walking away from him. Buddha’s jaw dropped to the ground in shock as he whipped around, seeing your figure walk away.

He, of course, went after you.

“(Name)... my love?” he questioned, pouncing on you.

His legs were wrapped around your waist with his hands hugging your chest, as he cling to you like a koala. Because of his heavier weight, you tumbled to the ground, with him straddling on top of your waist. He tried to kiss you once more, but you dodged, making him quirk an eyebrow as he was getting more and more frustrated.

You were trying to keep on this facade until a lightbulb appeared in Buddha’s mind. You were beginning to crawl away from him when he grabbed you by the leg and pulled you back, proceeding to tickle you mercilessly. 

You shrieked and wheezed, laughing your core out while Buddha teasingly leaned into your ear.

“Do you not love me anymore?!” Buddha cried out, biting your ear as you continued to laugh.

His figure was heavier so he practically had you in his grip, as you laughed and tried to fight his hands off.

“Buddha, no-!” you shrieked at his towering figure, “I was playing a small prank-! I love you!”

“If you love me then don’t dodge my kiss! You’re breaking this gentleman’s heart, you know?” he soon stopped and engulfed your breathless body, nuzzling against your hair in a loving way.

You two soon made up until you yelped when he spanked your ass.

He then carried you like a baby to an area that’s more private to have some sexy time together

Let’s just say you both gained more than enlightenment on that night

𝐐𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐇𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆

This handsome king would just keep on asking for kisses, but you would continuously deny him

No one would deny the emperor of China but you took your chances to prank him since he always had a sweet spot for you

The first time you did it, he felt as if you bitch slapped him as he stared at you in shock, before he followed you everywhere, asking for kisses again and again

Qin Shi Huang was the greatest emperor of China, a title that was on par with his strength. He was confident, bold, and never backed down against an enemy or someone that threatened his country and people. 

He met you one night when he was ill with a cold. You were a healer from a small village but you were extremely talented and knowledgeable, so his advisors went to fetch you right away. When you arrived, the emperor was breathless when he saw your appearance, as you treated and tended him tenderly.

“Who are you? I’ve never seen you before.” were the first things he told you.

“I’m a healer.” you told him simply, telling him the village you were from.

After that night, Qin realised that you were intelligent, beautiful, compassionate and he declared proudly that you were his official doctor. He recovered quickly and soon, the emperor was absolutely in love and enamoured with you. 

As a husband, Qin was much more charismatic, playful, and teasing in a cute way, unlike his usual serious self when he was taking care of the country. He loved to kiss you, cherish you, and shower you with his attention and touches. Speaking of touches, this man absolutely cannot get his hands OFF you. He was obsessed with touching you, making sure that you were still here by his side since he had a terrible past. He didn’t want to lose you, holding you tight every night in his arms when you two slept, and making sure that the guards and bodyguards were keeping you safe when he was busy - though he tends to guard and protect you now. 

You always responded to his touches and affectionate gestures but since he was always a tease, you wanted to have some payback.

“LOVE!!!” Qin exclaimed, following you and trying to kiss you constantly, “come back!”

“I caught you!” he sang and you squealed as he embraced you and lifted you up happily.

His hands rested on your waist and his lips pursed, leaning forwards to kiss you once more, when you dodged again, leaving him more perplexed than ever. 

“Eh?” his eyebrows raised and he tried once more, but you dodged, “my queen, are you upset? Please don’t be… I just want to kiss and love you.”

He continues to pester and whine, placing butterfly kisses along your neck and arms until you give up and finally kiss him.

Since you denied this emperor, he was going to give you the spanking of your life in his bedroom 

And you gave him some treatments too- 😏

Additional stories:

✩ Infatuation (yandere!gods x reader)

✩ Little Darling (yandere!thor x reader)

[praisethesuuun]

AAAHHHH. ANOTHER ROR FAN! It's so hard to find people who like it 😭

Anyways, if you take requests at the moment, what about headcanons Hades, Buddha, Loki and Posideon being just complete simps for reader? (If that's too many, just loki or Buddah is fine!)

Just met the person and suddenly, guess I'm in love now, oops!

Anyways, thanks a lot, hope you have a great day!

you're too kind😭😭❤️❤️ It's always so nice to receive such sweet words! Anyway, there you go hun<3 hope you like it

RoR characters headcanons: them being total simps for you!

POSEIDON

🌊This guy is hilarious: he refuses to admit that he's simping over someone. "Gods are perfect. They don't bond to anyone" Yeah...that's a lie-

🌊Hades was the first to notice that something was wrong with his brother, but he decided to stay silent and wait for him to talk about it. Needless to say, he bursted out laughing when Poseidon told him everything: from what he felt when you were near him, to the way your presence brings a breeze of happiness to the midst of the seedy Valhalla.

🌊Poseidon will try to approach you starting from very sneaky things. For example, his favorite thing to do is sit next to you during gods' meetings, scaring anyone in his way. Once he nearly got into a fight with Shiva, because he practically pushed him out of the seat next to you, nearly knocking him off the entire stairway.

🌊During his fight, he will repeatedly make eye contact with you, boasting about his strength and hoping you can notice him... somehow. "Look at me, you fool"

🌊Tsundere mode: on. Poseidon will literally insult you everytime you'll try to talk to him. This dumbass will regret it later alone in his castle.

HADES

☠️Unlike his brother, Hades is more confident, courting you in front of all the gods and calling you "My queen" whenever he can.

☠️He's not sneaky at all and isn't afraid to hide his feelings for you. The only thing that could stop him it's the realization that he could ruin your reputation: it's not the best to hang out with the king of the Underworld, many despise him and he doesn't want you to be treated the same way.

☠️Expect to find your room flooded with various gifts and love letters, each accompanied by a black rose. You often feel sorry for Hermes and wonder how he can carry all that stuff. Yet, you get excited every time you see him arrive with a package, decorated with a delicate purple bow.

☠️Hades is jealous. He does not hesitate to scold and intimidate any deity who tries to approach you, even going against his own brothers (especially Zeus)

☠️When you're alone, Hades wastes no time in jumping on you and filling you with love. If, on the other hand, you are attending a dinner or a meeting, he will place his hand on your hips, refusing to remove it. Plus, he'll kiss you softly without anyone noticing.

LOKI

🐍He will be so annoying! Loki will stick to you like a tick, bothering you as a sign of affection (what a brat...)

🐍He will play jokes on you all the time, immediately bursting out laughing at your reaction. However, if you were to feel bad, telling him that he exaggerated, he will apologize instantly, hugging you and reassuring you. "I'm sorry, please look at me, bunny. I'm sorry... I promise"

🐍Loki is the type to put little flowers in your hair without you noticing, enjoying the view from afar and admiring your beauty. Daisies look so good on you! How could he not enjoy such a view?

🐍You'll likely get involved whenever he makes a mess, and don't be surprised when you're treated like some sort of human shield. Even so, you've never gotten into trouble. Deep down you like it when he suddenly enters your room to hide from Thor, who wouldn't dare to do the same.

🐍Loki loves to float around you, acting like the perfect watchdog. It makes him feel like a perfect partner: protecting you with dedication and love. But there are negative (or positive) sides, of course dirty jokes can't miss: "Look what a nice temper you have, it wasn't like this last night when I-" "SHUT UP"

BUDDHA

🍬He is the boldest lover that could ever happen to you. If he wants to do something, he won't hesitate to do it, everyone knows that. Yet, when it comes to you he becomes totally a servant, without hiding it from others. Do you need something? Well, give him just a second-

🍬Count yourself lucky, Buddha loves you so much that he shares his secret stash of sweets with you! The pocky challenge is a must, but he's favourite thing to do is kissing you indirectly making you suck on the lollipop that he already had in his mouth.

🍬Every once in a while, he lets you find a little love letter on your pillow with a chocolate next to it. He knows he looks like a detached person who thinks only of himself, so he does everything to make you feel his closeness.

🍬Buddha always calls you names. "Come here, sweetie!" "Aww honey, are you angry?" "Gimme one of your sugar kisses, would ya?" He loves the way you blush every time he does it, you're such a cutie!

🍬He trusts you blindly, in fact he doesn't hesitate to ask you for help when he needs it. You protect each other and for Buddha this is one of the most important things in your relationship. Please, tell him how much you love him and don't hesitate to talk about your feeling! You are too important to him, so feel free to tell him everything you want.

[pillow-anime-talk]

goddess of peace.

request: can you do any record of ragnarok’s gods character with a female reader who is like zhongli from genshin impact?

# tags: headcanon; strangers to lovers or current relationships or marriage relationships; light romance; a bit of fluff; goddess!reader; calm!reader; sfw

includes: female reader ft. hades, poseidon, heracles, loki & beelzebub {ror}

author’s note: yaaaay first ror request!! gimme more

— HADES

↘ You impressed many gods with your ever calm expression and voice that soothed everyone to sleep or healed mental wounds. No matter what you said, your gentle, almost shy smile and willingness to help made everyone on Olympus and during important meetings agree with you, although you often asked them to oppose your ideas in case of objections.

↘ Many deities gossip about your marriage to Hades – Lord of Death and King of the Underworld. Hades was the man feared by the entire Greek Pantheon, a class of his own and a god who had lived in solitude for thousands of years, his only friend for eternity being himself. So how did a beautiful, gentle, nature-loving woman like you fall in love with him and decide to live in Helheim? You were, after all, the Goddess of Calligraphy, The protector of Artists.

↘ The answer is very simple though. Hades is a secretive romantic and though the flowers you got from him were always withered, they were always the most beautiful gift you could receive because you knew his feelings were sincere. So, although you often missed the view of the sky, the warmth of the sun, running deer or the view of lakes and fields stretching from Mount Olympus, life with Hades was really wonderful, and he was a gallant gentleman bravely leading you by the hand.

↘ Your aura full of peace and nostalgia for the world of the living gave the underworld colors and warmth.

— POSEIDON

↘ Your close friend was Zeus, who one day organized a grand banquet for an unknown occasion. As his good friend, the Goddess of Science and Philosophy, you sat right next to him at a huge, round table on which meat dishes, all fresh fruits and vegetables, as well as sweets and wine barrels were arranged. Right next to your left sat the King of the Seas and at the same time the older brother of your best friend. Poseidon never got to know you, though of course he heard your name more than once when he spoke to his brothers and the other gods of Olympus.

↘ You were the definition of calm and prudence; your sparkling eyes studied each guest attentively, and you listened to each story with the greatest concentration. From time to time you answered questions from other, more important gods, thanking for each compliment, remark or approval. The fair-haired man didn’t say much that evening, but for the first time in ages he stayed at the table until the end of the meeting and sometimes, without a word, offering you another glass of alcohol or fresh fruit (in his mind, throughout the party, he wrote the dishes you tasted and the sweets that made the biggest smile on your face).

↘ Poseidon was delighted with you, though he couldn’t admit it. Of course he would never do that, especially among other Greek deities. This would create gossip and unnecessary attention to him. He also didn’t want you to feel embarrassed by unpleasant questions or comments.

↘ At the end of a meeting that seemed to last for years, everyone slowly returning to their realms. You also thanked for the meal and amazing company, saying ‘Goodbye’ to Zeus and the others. Poseidon followed you wordlessly. Before the handsome god submerged into the cold water, in gratitude for the nice time he gave you one of the seashells he once found at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. Its shell was white and sparkled like a diamond. Before you could thank him though, Poseidon disappeared into the sea foam and you blushed hardly.

↘ In the world of the gods, giving another person a gift related to the profession of a patron was equivalent to a confession of feelings or a proposal.

— HERACLES

↘ Heracles from the first time he saw you (more than two thousand years ago) knew that you would be his and would do anything to protect your beautiful soul and precious smile. You were the Queen of the Forest and Meadows, so your nature was calm, patient and also timid. Heracles, on the other hand, as a hero and a man for whom respect for a woman was in the first place, of course, wanted to show you how much you mean to him and how precious flower you are.

↘ His behavior and feelings were very visible. He was like a teenager in love with a huge smile and a fast heartbeat whenever he received words of gratitude from you or small compliments about his strength, agility and acts of heroism towards animals or people.

↘ He is literally delighted and acts like a five-year-old after receiving a candy when you agree to go on a date with him. He probably stays awake for the next week, not eating, and begs Aphrodite and Apollo on his knees to help him with his hair and clothes. He is more than stressed when he thinking about your meeting, but he does not forget for a microsecond a bouquet of your favorite flowers, which he gives you with a shy smile, telling you how beautiful you look that day.

↘ When you thank him for them and take his strong, slightly rough from fighting hand, he almost faints, but don’t worry. It will definitely be the best date in the history of the Greek Pantheon.

— LOKI

↘ You are his opposite. No one among the Norse gods (and in general all deities that exist) understands your relationship and sincerely sympathizes with you, because Loki is the biggest rascal and jester. However, you don’t think you need sympathy or sad looks; on the contrary – next to him you feel really safe and good. This boy is very considerate of you and really appreciates that someone like the Norse Goddess of Poetry took an interest in him and gave him her fragile heart.

↘ Of course, he’s still a bit mischievous towards you, but his pranks never make you angry or sad. It’s more like jokes about Loki turning into an animal or running away from your kisses, flying high so you can’t reach him.

↘ God of Mischief is like a faithful dog when it comes to you. He always stays close to you, always takes a seat to your left, always looks at your interlocutor with bored eyes, and always tries to get your attention with loud laughter, singing and questions. He is a little attention hoe.

↘ Loki, alone with you, is a little poetry expert who brags to you how many books he has read and what new achievements he has made. He is concerned when he sees your sadness – then he tries hard to cheer you up with silly faces and at the same time puts on a mask of seriousness when he sees that you need a longer and serious conversation. Of course, then he will fly away again and pretend to be a mosquito, but as soon as he comes back to you, he will give you a million kisses. After all, you have exactly eternity for your love.

— BEELZEBUB

↘ He was horrified when he realized you were more than just a friend to him. He decided to distance himself, but you quickly knocked that idea out of his head, proposing a conversation. Of course, your calm voice and small smile immediately soothed the God of Darkness and made him believe that he would be happy with you.

↘ Being the Goddess of Light and Life was completely at odds with who you married after many years. You were like a beautiful tulip and he was a dried chrysanthemum. Extremely different, but perfectly complementary in terms of your characters and feelings. Your calm nature always soothed Beelzebub’s racing thoughts and his sad eyes, which still seemed not to understand why you gave your precious heart to the one possessed by Satan.

↘ However, you were happy with him and although his hand was always cold and his face was pale and often without a smile, you thought that he was the man you wanted to live with until the end of the world and one more day.

↘ Beelzebub had to admit it – he was damn in love with you and your beautiful aura was what honestly illuminated his previously bleak life. From the moment he met you, the man wanted to live and develop again. With such a queen by his side, nothing could destroy him.

[married-to-google-translater]

Kannst du vielleicht eine yandere Poseidon x humam-reader schreiben wo er sie verehrt ? Oder wenn du ihn nicht magst einen andere Charakter von Record of Ragnarök

Request: Can you maybe write a yandere Poseidon x humam-reader where he adores her? Or if you don't like him, another character from Record of Ragnarök

I totally love Poseidon and will do this happily <3

Yandere Poseidon

For a long time you thought that Poseidon hated you for some reason.

You could always feel his eyes following you wherever you go.

And you really weren't sure what you had done to deserve the wrath of the tyrant of the seas.

However, the truth was a little different.

Poseidon didn't exactly hate you.

Instead, he was in love with you.

He hated himself for this.

Because you were just a weak, small and insignificant person.

Whereas he was a mighty god.

How did someone like you manage to arouse his love?

And you can believe that Poseidon had been trying to get rid of his feelings.

However, you had done the impossible.

It takes time for Poseidon to accept his feelings.

But if he did, there would be no way out of the situation.

Poseidon commanded you to always be near him.

And since you were human, you couldn't really resist him.

Poseidon would be a little more "gentle" towards you when you were alone.

But his gentleness would be different…

It would be mostly that you wouldn't die if you tried to talk to him, Poiseidon would look you in the eye and might answer your questions.

Even if you were his partner, you would still not be equal in his eyes.

[la-rougo]

*SFW*-

Beelzebub x Chaotic Diety! GN Reader

I need to see how my boy will handle with this one

A/n: I am in LOVE with him, (bc he shares the same name w my big orange demon himbo main— and shares the same va with anasui!!!!) and fear not my friends, this is pure-

-FLUFF (maybe angst but mainly fluff idk)

You’re not really a new diety, more like you’re new to him

When he first met you he just ignores you

But with your silliness and no self awareness, you follow him and tries to be ‘friends’ with him

He didn’t care so he just let you be, when you ask him anything he just answers bluntly or ignores you

But you couldn’t stop leaving him alone, not only that but you also cause troubles around him (but not to him)

He started to feel annoyed but once he completely gives you full attention, he feels warmer

Even how much stupid stuffs you have done (including accidentally ruins his experiment which he almost kills you for that) he couldn’t help but likes your company

He starts to talk to you a little bit more everyday which already makes you head over heels

He feels admired by you and it makes him feels strange, he isn’t supposed to feel any kind of affection. At least that’s what he always thought

Of course you take notice about his oddly behavior so you question him about it

He panicked slightly when he realized that his weird feelings are starting to become obvious, so he starts to avoid from you as much as possible

It’s absolutely impossible for him to run away from you since you’re his biggest fan ig/hj

He knows the consequences if he doesn’t stop his feelings, but it’s hard for him. He can barely do anything without having you around him

You decided to maybe give him a little space, or hang out with him less. Once everything is settled, you asked him a question

“Why are you keep running away from me? Did i do anything wrong?”

You asked him and he stopped mid way through his walk

Beelzebub sighed, he turned slightly at you with the same empty expression

“Here’s a better question. Why do you keep following me?”

You gulped, it feels slightly suffocating, his question makes you turn your head away from him slightly. You’re not prepared for this question, not at all. You never really thought that he would ask this and just let you follow him but here they are.

“Because I like you?”

He look at you with a *pardon?* kind of face, you turn away completely. You’re sweating like hell

“What?”

“What?”

He sighs again, turning to walk away from you

“Wait- aren’t you going to answer me? Boi! Don’t turn your back on me!!”

You catch up on him with a little pout

“Now that you got your answer, it’s my question for you to answer now”

Beelzebub rolls his eyes and fastened his walk

“Nope”

And he’s running

“Beeellll!!!!!!”

Andddd you’re chasing him, you quickly catch up to him again and grab his arm gently

“Cmon, the question is not that hard to answer ya pussycat!”

“Will you just shut up”

“I will if you answer my question emo boy”

He sighs defeat, he doesn’t even want to talk to you about the harm that’s coming to you, he feels bad, he feels sick inside, he feels scared.

“I don’t want to hurt you”

You tilted your head slightly

“What?”

Then, beelzebub became curious. Can you help him out of his hellhole? he wonders if you might be the one

“Never mind, just ignore whatever had happened earlier”

You look at him with a very confused face, but shrugs it off when beelzebub continues his walk again

The more time has pass, more affection you give him. With also, the more his feelings had grown

He feels bad deeply, he knows one day he— no, satan will kill you if he can’t stop himself so he have to stay away from you as much as he can, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so

If you actually manage to survive or break satan’s curse though

My boy ain’t gonna hold back☹️

Saying beel is shocked is an understatement, bro is absolutely flabbergasted

You somehow managed to break his satan curse and he’s shitting tears fr

After that, he didn’t immediately shows affection. He just take his time to understand affections and loves more clearly after being free, but of course you help him with that

“Now that I’m free…”

Beelzebub place his hands on both sides of your shoulders to stare at you… intensely

“Uh… beel?” It’s kinda awkward and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him so you just look away

“I hate how you make me feel”

You looked back at him and make a confused face

“What do you mean?”

Bros kinda frustrated ngl but he takes a deep breath and thinks abt what to say

“I… how do i say this. Hm… I uhh

— I love you”

Beel is dying inside how he managed to actually said that

“I love everything about you, i love how you make me feel loved, i love how you make me feel happy. Even if you never listen to me but that’s what i also love about you”

And he continues so on, you on the other hand is dying by his words. I absolutely think that beelzebub is not good with words but he’s trying

“I love you too beelz..”

You’re on the verge of crying out tears of happiness, after you two confessed beel hugs you tightly and you felt him crying in your shoulder

“Are you crying?”

“No.”

Beelzebub feel like the happiest man ngl, he finally got to love freely like other people do. Nothing can describe how happy he is

He doesn’t change much after the curse broke but he smiles a lot more when he’s with you and become slightly clingy

Once beel is used to being free he’ll just bomb you with affections, mainly actions cause we found lovely dovely words to be awkward for him

Of course you wouldn’t mind that, he’ll thought endlessly that he doesn’t deserve you but you shut him up

“You’re too kind… I don’t deserve you to have as a lover, I can’t have you… you deserve someone else better than me”

Beel said while burying his face in your shoulder from behind

“Oh shut up! You’re the best lover I could ever ask for, I love you with my whole heart and I won’t stop loving you even after death. So stop thinking like that and enjoy every moment of us, of course without thinking about that”

Beel lift his head up to stare at you with a deep sigh, you turn slightly to him and peck his cheeks. Beel can’t help but feel the corner of his lips lifted

He overthinks a lot even after his curse had disappeared, but you kept comforting him saying that there’s nothing to worry about and he should relax more, he used to think that he has fallen into the pit of despair, with nothing to lift him up. But once he’s with you, he feels the opposite of what he used to feel, he feels like he’s the happiest man ever

He loves you dearly and so do you

[sweetsinnerangel]

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐈 : 𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

⤷...𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬; Genshin Impact, KNY, RoR, Obey me, Twisted Wonderland, Jujutsu Kaisen.

𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ����𝐢𝐧𝐤.(kinda)

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 been watching you and every steps, your expressions how laugh, smile, cry and fraustation. He will be in your side at the morning everyone wouldn't dare look at you because he is on your side they will have to bow at you like a queen. That's the rule. You are soon to be his, so why you're telling them to stand up treat you like a lowly average person?

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 and anger behind the calm mask. His veins its enough to pop out bloods thru it. He watches you with your actual lover how happy you are with him, the way you smile, the flusters you with his compliments, praises and chessy pick up lines enough make him cringe.

You dont remember what did you do wrong nor how you ended up 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝. Hes now hitting his thrust inside you and keep on going deeper and deeper his eyes on your expression and reaction you moaning calling his name are never off. He gets more rough the way you call him "𝑴𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅" the sound of the bed and your hole tighten around him, your loud moans is filling the room.

"My lord...please-" "I have a 𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, please im begging you stop-" you gasped as you felt his hands around you choking you. You can see the murderous aura around him his rasp getting tighter around your neck he continue to choke you as he glare at you.

"He is no good for you. All you need is me and get him off from your mind." he let go of your throat he pinned your hands above your head and make his peace rougher deeper inside you to claim you are his with his seeds.

You dont need to worry about your lover anymore, hes better off dead after all.

Thor, Poisedon, Indra, Buddha, [𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐤]. Malleus, Leona [𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝]. Zhongli, Piero, Capitano, Ayato. [𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭]. Sukuna, Geto(?) [𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧] Diavolo [𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐌𝐞], Muzan, Kokushibo [𝐊𝐍𝐘]....𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨.

[angelltheninth]

Buddha Discovers Your Strength Kink

Pairing: Buddha x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, height difference, strength kink, cock riding, kissing, biting, working out together

A/N: Time for big muscle daddy, he looks rough but I think he's gentle.

Buddha noticed you staring at him when he worked out. At first he thought you were admiring him and wanting to join in so like a good boyfriend who wanted to spend quality time with you he invited you to work out with him. However he realized really quickly that you'd get distracted when he'd lift weights, do push ups or bench press. You were admiring him.

As the work out goes on it becomes increasingly obvious that you're not looking at his muscles but instead at his croch. Granted the pants that Buddha chose to wear were baggy but even when he's soft you can still see the outline when he assumes certain poses. "I see where you attention is. I can't have you getting distracted by my dick while we try to get some gains in."

"You can get in me instead." You flirted back as you pressed your chin against his chest, feeling it flex under you. Buddha picked you up easily, his hands eclipsing your soft ass cheeks and bringing you face to face with him. His fangs glint in the sunlight as they close in and bite your neck hard. The pain makes your whole body tremble, your hips rolling against his hard abs, the perfect surface for you to get off on.

Soon you find yourself pinned under his massive body, his hands palming at your clothes to pull it out of his way. "I'll give you a different kind of workout. Just as taxing on your body. The results might be a bit different though." You smirk as Buddha moves his big, fat cock through your folds, nudging them apart.

Buddha pulled your legs around his hips and got into the position for push ups but tried to keep his cock inside of you. You had to angle your hips upwards, which made your own stomach muscles burn. He told you to keep count for him. You made it to 20 before your vision went white for the first time.

Next it was your turn to get a bit of work out in. You both settled on you doing sit-ups while riding his cock. Buddha was supposed to keep his hands to himself but he couldn't help but reach forward to massage your breasts or rub your clit while you try to keep yourself from falling on top of him.

Both your muscles and your pussy got a good work out that day. It quickly became a once a week routine for you. Everyone else thought you and Buddha would share knowing smirks between each other as you'd walk away with bags full of snacks, drinks, lube and condoms.