#shuumatsu no valkyrie fanfic

[cafeinthemoon]

So, recently I've received a comment on one of my ffs where the person stated that they've been having trouble finding a story that didn't contain certain dark topics and thanking me for writing a story that didn't include them. This got me thinking about the content I've been producing here and how it affects the people who read it. Though I don't post here often, I want my blog to be a safe and chill space not only for myself, but for you too, so please put in the comments any suggestion you might have about warnings, symbols, tags and anything related to content creation :)

[nyimasu]

tags! — size kink is strong in this one, implied power inbalance, teasing, poly relationship, oral ( -> reader, buddha), cum eating, pet names, glove kink, slight gagging because qin shi huang is demanding, emperor kink (yes, you read it right) — wc: 2.3k

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!

It’s the way you always seem to be so comfortable around the most dangerous and volatile gods that ever existed that catches everyone’s attention. Despite being a mere human your walk is steady, unfaltering. Your chin is up, hair flowing with the wind. 

No one can intimidate you, not even all the pantheons combined. And everybody knows why.

You never bend the knee to any god, not even to Hades himself, who has the (dis)pleasure of meeting you today. His silver hair grazes- no, cuts your skin as you walk past him in one of the many corridors running underneath the arena. And his locks aren’t the only thing tearing you open.

The air is thick with tension and thirst for battle, but the god catches a glimpse of a smirk on your beautiful face and he furrows his brow in amusement. 

What goes on in your mortal head is a secret only two gods have both the curse and blessing of knowing.

The fact you haven’t acknowledged his existence as the divine etiquette commands, however, erases every sympathy or interest Hades might still feel in your regards.

“Human girl.” his voice carries the faintest nuance of annoyance as he bores a hole in your back, still turned to him. You stop, only to glare at him from above your bare shoulder. He matters nothing, as if he’s just a human passerby who deserves nothing but to be quickly glanced at. 

What really sets him off is your tone, veiled with defiance and a dash of humour as you coo:

“Hello, Hades.”

Such arrogance cannot go unpunished.

The King of the Netherworld raises a hand in your direction, bident already materialising out of thin air as you only but stare at him, unfazed, when a swirl of hot wind envelops your body and you close your eyes out of instinct. 

A hearty laugh follows the moment just as your nostrils catch the aroma of candies fluttering all around you. Then, as your eyes open once more you feel the larger, stronger body of a god pressed against your front. You tilt your head up to meet Buddha’s enthralled gaze and his hands wrap around your hips immediately when his attention shifts to someone behind you.

Because another deity has your back — literally.

“And you didn’t want to intervene, huh? Whatcha have to say now, Ying Zheng?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s my line, idiot.” 

The little skirmish between the two doesn’t affect Hades in the slightest, rather his gaze grows colder as he watches you stand on your tiptoes to leave a kiss on Buddha’s cheek. The god smirks at that, and before he can do the same, the stingy kiss of metal graces your exposed nape and the intricate details of Qin Shi Huang’s nail guards imprint their patterns on your skin, making you pant softly. He doesn’t do so in a menacing way, not at all. 

Not yet, at least.

The two Kings stare at each other while Buddha finally takes full possession of your lower back. His hands are kneading your flesh when his attention drifts to Hades, his eyes still transfixed on your now relaxed form in Buddha’s arms. And an idea strokes his mind.

“Hey, Ying Zheng. Don’t ya think he is staring at our girl a bit too much? What is it?

Wanting to have a piece of her so bad that you can’t even look away from us? What would your wife say about your antics, Hades?” is what the deity lets out in the open shamelessly. He’ll be the first one to cast the first stone, and he knows for a fact that his partner will catch up right away.

And Qin Shi Huang does catch up, going even beyond Buddha’s wildest expectations. The King tilts his head towards Hades, blindfold covering his death stare as he chuckles in the sweetest of tones, smiling from ear to ear.

Because if there’s one thing the monarch hates the most is to share his beloved lover with others. Buddha is the only exception, for he transcends the boundaries between humankind and the divine.

“Is that so?” his words cut through the noises of your heart fluttering against your rib cage. Despite his saccharine smile and the little circles he’s drawing on your body, Ying Zheng is not to be messed with right now. He’s boiling with rage.

But what throws you off the most is Hades’ response. His gaze never leaves Qin Shi Huang’s as he steps forward, coming close enough to inhale the scent of you laced with the  two gods’. 

His smile is as sharp as a knife when he walks past Ying Zheng and you, stopping in his tracks once his shoulder brushes Buddha’s chest. Then his voice glides on you like molasses.

“My wife knows I love her dearly. But from time to time, we both love to explore new territories, meet new people, perhaps. What about you?”

He’s not talking to your partners, and you immediately turn and give him a genuine smile.

“If you put that nasty attitude of yours to rest for a night, I might consider it.”

Hades walks away at that, not before shooting the other gods a meaningful look Ying Zheng takes in with gritted teeth. Buddha, on the other hand, decides to tilt your head up and force you to stare into his eyes as he whispers, “Let’s fuck your attitude out of you, first. You’re with me, King of Men?”

A low hiss follows Buddha’s words. “Always.”

You’re in big trouble.

A large palm cups the side of your face, the warmth of it radiating onto your burning skin. You look up and sigh as the man finally gets a glimpse of your glassy eyes, of your hollowed cheeks when you moan around his cock, head bobbing up and down to fully take him in your mouth. It’s impossible, given his girth, so you resort to wrapping your fingers around the base. 

What can’t fit in your throat will be loved in another way. 

“What a sight for sore eyes you are.” Buddha’s tone is gentle but hoarse around the edges when he punctuates the last two words with a teasing thrust in your mouth. But it’s your widened eyes, laced with needy sobs and your hand pumping him to completion, that encourage him to do it again two, three times. He stares into your soul as you take each and every movement of his with little whimpers, stroking and licking and sucking his dick without faltering. 

Well, until you pull away. 

Buddha raises an eyebrow at that, but does nothing until he sees your pretty lips stretch in a sinful smile. And with that, they’re on him again, this time pressing soft kisses on the vein running along his shaft, your tongue coming out to play when you swirl it around his flushed tip.     

His hand on your cheek flies to hover over your nape and push your nose flat against his cock. “Do it again, and I’ll cum all over your face, petal.”

You flash him a grin through lidded eyes. “I hope it’s a promise and not a threa- 

Fuck me.”

Another man’s voice soothes your ears, only to stop when he stares at Buddha from behind your body. “I am. But it’s not easy when you move so much. 

Stay still, or I will force you to.”

Back arched and on all fours between him and Buddha, it’s no problem for the King of Men to tongue your folds one last time, but he sighs when you buck your hips towards him, eager to feel his lips on you. You never learn.

“Very well.”

A soft thud follows the man’s words and for the briefest of moments, the silkyness of the blindfold he wears brushes your legs. So, for his eyes are not veiled by the piece of fabric anymore, you can feel their pearly, piercing hue caress your skin as they go up. The King tilts his head in the other man’s direction and the grip on your hips vanishes altogether. Startled, you look at Buddha to understand what’s going on. However, the deity shots you a sly smirk, and you break out in a loud whimper. 

Yes, you’re utterly fucked.

None of them give you time to voice your confusion, because the first one to move is Buddha himself. Rather, his hand on your neck does. 

All to have your face squished against his pelvis, lips still pressed on his erection, as he strokes your hair oh-so gently when he comes on your face in thick, hot spurts. Chuckles echoing his, you lick every drop Buddha gifts you with and his long, minty-hued locks shield you both from the other man’s eyes when he draws back and stoops lower to give you a kiss. A groan escapes him when he tastes himself on your tongue, but he doesn’t stop to stroke his on yours until you are suddenly pulled up by another pair of hands.

“Ying Zhen-”

The King tuts in your ear, and you almost pass out on the spot the moment you’re on your knees on the bed like him, back against his chest while his hands wander on your body again. His muscles flex and relax languidly behind you, and the itchiness of his breath on you… oh.

“I’m not Ying Zheng for you today. 

Try again”, his voice betrays nothing of the fire burning within him as the index, middle and ring fingers of his left hand inch closer to your throbbing core. Waves upon waves of arousal wet them while his right hand, now sneaking up your throat, comes to rest on your chin.

“Open your mouth.” 

That sight alone, with your head thrown back on the King’s broad shoulder as you oblige, makes Buddha twitch in anticipation, his dick not so spent anymore. It’s almost too much for him to handle, to see the two of you engaging in such debauched acts in front of him.

But to see you stretch out a hand to lure him closer to see the mess between your legs? To sense the King’s crave for you to crumble and for Buddha to watch as he does so?

His dark orbs meet the King’s again as your own roll in the back of the head when Qin Shi Huang’s nail guards pass through your parted lips to graze your tongue, still coated in Buddha’s cum.

A long string of incoherent sounds come out of your throat, your taste buds having a short-circuit at the taste of metallic, sharp kiss of the nail guards mixing with Buddha’s semen in your mouth. 

“Ah, my Kin-”

Qin Shi Huang scoffs, cutting you off again. His left hand’s nail guards curl inward to rub themselves on your pussy. 

Fast. Hard, but careful not to scratch your most sensitive spot with their sharpness.

“Wrong again. Come on, you can do better than that. Don’t make me repeat myself”, you gag around his fingers as he pushes himself deeper and you mewl, desperate to have him satisfied enough to satisfy you. 

“Who am I to you today?” he asks once again.

You anchor yourself to Buddha’s hand engulfing yours, squeezing it as you meekly reply, defeated: “My Emperor.”

“I didn’t hear you. Are my fingers that much of a hindrance to you?”

Before he can tumble them off your tongue, you slightly turn your head to give him a full view of the saliva dripping down his fingers buried in your throat, then your eyes are finally meeting him.

It’s the look on your face that throws him into the deepest misery known to humankind. You’re so full of love for him and Buddha that you’d do anything for them.

Your little laugh is low but sultry all the same when you repeat the epitome, this time circling the King’s fingers with your tongue. The vibrations go straight to his cock, but it’s the way you press yourself against his fingers teasing your pussy that brings Buddha to curse out loud. 

Qin Shi Huang’s tendons snap under the skin, dick poking your lower back as he motions for Buddha to come even closer, to see with his godly eyes what certainly is not.    

Both men are ogling shamelessly at your heaving chest, breasts bouncing with every breath of yours, when your neediness gets the best of you and your other hand flies to grab Qin Shi Huang’s hair.

You are so majestic, more than Ying Zheng or Buddha could ever be. 

Now that he’s buried so deep inside both your holes, the King lets out nothing but a strained growl as you keep stroking his fingers with your warmth, especially your velvety walls that are so desperately trying to swallow his whole hand.

“My petal.”

Buddha turns your face towards him by the chin and watches as you unravel under his and Ying Zheng’s joint touch. 

“Keep sucking his fingers the way you did with my cock. Tear him apart.”

A curt gasp escapes the King. It's outrageous for him to be treated this way. “Buddha, how dare y-”

“Oh, shut up. We all know you got a lil soft spot for our precious petal here.” the deity retorts, and despite the fullness of your mouth, Buddha catches a glimpse of a wicked smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you moan around Qin Shi Huang.    

Cramped as you are between them, it really feels as if you shoved open Heaven’s Gate with a hand to be their own personal, soul-snatching goddess.

Next time Hades might join the dances, who knows. Either way, you're more than ready to oblige every caprice of your favourite gods if it means to be a menace to Zeus himself.

© azanthys — do not copy, translate, repost and modify my works.

[roguerambles]

Make Love, Not War

Record of Ragnarök - Leonidas x Reader x Apollo

Warnings - 18+ Only. Adult Situations.

This is just pure silliness based on an anon from @rukia-writes

(...but seriously, I'll be disappointed if we lose them both now--)

Enjoy the rambles!

-

"You invited him?!"

Leonidas was strong. Very strong. You very much liked how very strong he was, especially when he directed that strength into extremely pleasurable pursuits.

But right now you were throwing your entire body against his delightfully broad chest in a futile attempt to stop him from launching himself at Apollo.

Apollo sipped from his chalice, peering thoughtfully at you as Leonidas snarled wordless insults under his breath. "I wasn't aware you were inviting the brute, either."

"Will you both listen to me?" Your feet slipped against the floor as Leonidas pushed with the strength of a colossus, and you grasped at his shoulders in a bid to get his attention. "I want to--"

You were cut off by Leonidas's arm sweeping under you, yanking you roughly into the air. You yelped and grabbed at his shoulders as he practically tossed you onto the nearby bed, before continuing his warpath towards the Sun God. "You shouldn't have come here, Apollo."

The Spartan spat his name like a curse, and Apollo tossed his chalice aside carelessly, rising to his feet with a sharp sneer on his flawless face. "And why not? What will you do about--"

They were both angry and terrifying and hot and you were impatient. "By the Fates!" You yelled, pushing yourself onto your knees. "Will you both knock it off and fuck me already?!"

Both men's heads snapped in your direction simultaneously.

"What--?"

"Have you lost your damn mind--?"

You were determined, however. You stood up on the bed - the soft, wide, unjustifiably unused bed you intended to do many, many things on with the two glorious specimens of manhood in front of you - and grabbed at the helm of your tunic. "Take off your clothes." You ordered, yanking the fabric over your head.

Apollo and Leonidas stared at you, expressions blank. You wriggled out of your bottoms, smiling smugly to yourself as you caught their gazes wandering, a telling darkening in their eyes. You dropped down onto the bed, glaring up at them challengingly as quiet hung over the room.

Leonidas broke the silence first. "I'm not sharing you with him--"

"Your clothes are still on." You interrupted. Leonidas scoffed, shaking his head, his eyes flickering towards Apollo. The Sun God looked between you and Leonidas, and you were pleased to notice the way his eyes trailed over your form, before running over Leonidas with an unmistakable spark of appreciation.

Leonidas clearly noticed too, and bristled somewhat. "You aren't serious--"

Apollo shrugged, then began to slip from his clothes. He had a more slender build than Leonidas, but his body was sculpted to perfection, like one of those ancient statues made flesh. "I know two gods at once might be...intimidating for a mortal..."

Leonidas growled, and for a moment you feared he would swing at his rival. Instead he grabbed the helm of his shirt and tugged it roughly over his head, tossing it aside. The exquisite musculature of his body on display as he tugged at his belt, the powerful muscle of his arms and abdomen flexing and contracting with every movement. Both you and Apollo were staring. "Just try to keep up."

Both men turned to you then, their expressions reminiscent of hungry lions eyeing a particularly delectable gazelle.

You were pleased with their progress.

-

"Apollo? Apollo, open up!"

Ares banged his large fist against the door, while Hermes watched from behind him, frowning thoughtfully.

"I cannot believe it!" Ares growled under his breath, pausing in his actions to turn to Hermes with an indignant look. "He's going to miss the fight!"

Apollo was always a bit...flighty, but Hermes highly doubted he would simply skip out on something to deeply important. The pride of the entire Greek Pantheon was on the line, after all. "Perhaps he--"

The door swung open, and a very grumpy, very naked King Leonidas of Sparta stood in the doorway, his expression thunderous. "What?" He demanded, as though he were not addressing two sons of Zeus himself.

...Hermes could not think of what to say, while Ares spluttered in shocked confusion. Clearing his throat, Hermes tried to regain his bearings. Had they somehow come to the wrong room? But why was Leonidas not ready either--?

A familiar pair of arms slid around Leonidas's waist, along with a familiar head of golden hair coming to rest on his shoulder. "What are you doing?" Apollo mumbled, leaning in to press his lips against Leonidas's neck. "Come back to bed...they're quite eager for more...oh, hello Hermes. Ares."

....whatever Hermes had been expecting, it wasn't this. "Apollo...?" He began slowly, watching Leonidas's frown deepen, but he made no attempt to move himself from Apollo's embrace. "We...the Round will begin soon--"

"Oh, that's off." Apollo said cheerfully, reaching around Leonidas to grasp the doorframe. "Find someone to take our places. The three of us would rather not be disturbed."

"Three of you--Apollo--!"

"Thank you!"

The door swung shut once more. Hermes stared at it blankly, while Ares appeared to have been genuinely struck dumb, gawking at the empty space in front of him.

Hermes had no idea how he was going to explain this to Zeus.

[altdoux]

A God’s Servant (SMUT)

Poseidon x M! Reader

this kinda sucks, but i thought id post it either way

—

“Ahn, P-Poseidon!”

You were on your back, legs raised with your knees towards you. Your cock lay inside him as he sat on you, riding you. He was aggressive with the thrusts, all with a sadistic grin on his face.

“What’s the matter?” He asserts breathlessly.

He slams to a halt, watching your face twist from euphoria to dismay.

“This isn’t over until I say it’s over.”

Enchanted, bewitched, obsessed; it would be an understatement to say Poseidon enjoyed having your cock in him.

[druh19]

olá! poderia fazer icons de shuumatsu no valkyrie?

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[dukkicons]

. . . 💬 ﹫dukkie's new message!

QIN SHI HUANG, HADES & BEELZEBUB ICONS.

[44ryder]

(Snippet from my fanfic in progress)

(Y/n): *limping* “no, for real, I’m fine!”

Buddha: *points and laughs* “No, no, no, no! I know a sex injury when I see one!”

(Y/n): *defeated* “ugh! Fine! I had sex, okay?!!!”

Buddha: *claps his hands* “Ya go girl! Ya finally lost your v-card!”

(Y/n): “yes, but a couple weeks ago-“

Buddha: *dramatic gasps* “ya had sex for the first time and you didn’t tell me???!!!”

(Y/n): “oh c’mon! It’s not like you tell me everything about your sex life-“

Buddha: “yes I do!”

(Y/n): “you do, and it has traumatized me greatly”

Buddha: “but we’re besties!!! That’s what we doooo!!!!”

(Y/n): “I can barely look at youuuuu!!!!”

Buddha: “Traitor!!!!”

[dakumoon-00000]

❤️‍🔥😩🥵🔥👺👀

[moeyes]

"the art of eye contact" ♡ | jack the ripper

pairing: jack the ripper x fem. reader

warnings: 4.9k words, smut, pwp, a little modernized (since the reader is a working girl), older man/younger woman dynamic (reader is in her late twenties), flirty banter, making out, cunnilingus, squirting

synopsis: the gentleman that you've been crushing on takes the initiative for the both of you.

JACK WAS A STRANGER TO HEARTFELT GESTURES AND THE RECEIVING OF BENEVOLENCE FROM OTHERS. If was ever managed to grace him, it was played out by the worst of actors and actresses that played significant roles in his childhood, trying to coarse him into doing their bidding. Learning from the folly and disingenuous attitudes reflected by the older "role models" that were in his life for a shorter period than average, Jack took the route less traveled during the grueling period in Great Britain and sought out the act of gentlemanliness. He was far from being good, but presenting himself as a bad person felt wrong to him.

Why show others everything he loathes about his uprising? The wrongful coercion, the haughty insults, and the destructive perspective on what life is full of were not what Jack wanted to reap onto others. He had this upstanding belief, a thorough philosophy that a gentlemen's deeds must match the words he spills from his lips. A façade that is offensive and distasteful is not how a gentleman would portray himself. In recognition of this, no matter how vicious venom would be shot in his direction, he would take it with the utmost grace and not reciprocate, but kill his prey with a kindness that reduces them to nothingness.

He was prideful in this skill that he practiced throughout his adulthood, and daresay believed he perfected this persona far better than any other man who presented himself to him. Women also became more apparently charmed by the way Jack carried himself, as well as the respect that he showed to every fair maiden he crossed paths with. You found yourself to have clambered on the same boat with some of the ladies who were cheekily stealing glances at the older man; fortunately, you had a better viewing spot from your spot at the cash register.

He had this prestigious elegance about him that separated him from the commonfolk-- especially with his opaque, steampunk monocle that shielded his right eye from public view. Silver hair gleamed in the natural light from the windows, making his pale skin all the brighter as his gaze was currently transfixed on the fresh brioche loaf he cradled carefully in his hands.

His gloved hands were long and slender, working well with the leather material that matched the dark palette of his attire. He was proving to be more of a distraction the more you continued to watch him. You began to wonder what he was going to pair with the freshly baked bread, or maybe whether or not he was going to take a ponder at the pastries at the other end of the store.

You decided that it may be best to leave him to his devices and preoccupy yourself with the work that was present in front of you. The moment your attention was away from him was the moment that he allowed his eyes to peer over at you. It was only fair; after all, you were watching him for quite some time. He had a few years over you, but it was something that didn't concern you with the way your gaze lingered on him for so long.

Jack couldn't deny that you were a rather exquisite maiden, with the way your aura exclaimed the impurity of your thoughts so vividly, so shamelessly. There was no reason to deny either of you the fortuitous opportunity that presented itself forward-- it would be rather ungentlemanly to do so. "Excuse me, my dear," The clacking of his dress shoes against the hardwood flooring made you apparent of his steadfast approach over to the counter. "I don't mean to disrupt you, but I wish to ask your opinion on a matter." You were well aware that he was addressing you with a friendly phrase, but you couldn't help the warmth that rushed to your cheeks from his sensuous voice.

Turning around to face the man, you didn't realize how close you were in proximity to him, along with the fact of how he had a bit of height over you. Clearing your throat, you responded with, "Of course! I am here to assist however I possibly can." Tying your greeting with a charming smile, you looked into his eyes, directing your focus onto him. "Oh, you're far too kind, milady!" He was quick to smile back at you out of gratitude, bringing up the loaf of bread that he had been studying for quite some time.

"You see, I have been attempting to explore my culinary skills with more foreign flavors, so I wanted to make a charcuterie board for the first time, but I am unsure of what type of bread would best compliment the cheese and meat that I have chosen." He was rather sophisticated, a trait that was shown even in his ramblings as he spoke out his woes to you.

"The bread that is typically used with charcuterie boards is French sourdough, but if you're not a fan of that type of bread, you could always pair your selection of sides with your favorite crackers," Trying to present him with a selection of options, you stepped away from the counter to present him with the particular baked good that you were advertising. "The beauty with what you're making is that you can fill them with all the things that you like!"

There was not a single moment where you didn't feel his eyes by the nape of your neck, peering over your shoulder to inquisitively watch your every maneuver. "Do you have any suggestions that I may partake in? I would love your input, my dear." There it was again, that oh-so-sweet term of endearment that made your grip on the soft loaf tighten slightly.

"Um, my personal preference would be the bread since it pairs well with vinaigrettes if you have that on your board! It absorbs the flavor better than crackers, and you can choose to have the crunch if you toast it, or you can just have it soft..." Your voice trailed off as you turned your head to look up at him, staring into that oh-so-entrancing eye, your curiosity only piqued by what color was hidden on the other side. Why did he bother to hide it? Is it a different color from his already present silver iris? You had no idea.

His gaze was intense, and it was proving more and more difficult to tear yourself away from it. So many unspoken things that were being poured out with a singular look made you utterly breathless at the mere prospect of it. "Ah, give me just a moment, I'll provide you with a sample to see if the bread's to your liking." Distancing yourself away from him was the best incentive that you could think to do at the moment.

Bringing the bread over to the nearest cutting board, you brought the bread out of its packaging to cut off one of the ends to serve him. His gloved hand made contact with your exposed one, feeling the cool fabric glide against your skin for much longer than you would consider proper. "You're far too kind to a man such as me." He hummed, taking his time to take a bite out of the small portion. "You flatter me, good sir. I'm simply helping out a regular who purchases my family's goods daily," Resealing the bread, you proceeded to hand him the bread, to which he responded to you with a raised brow. "I can't sell this now that I have taken a piece off of it, so you're more than welcome to have it." Trying to cover up your gesture with a sense of formality, you watched as a smile, one that was more genuine than the first one he shared with you.

"I couldn't possibly-" "I insist. I want to know what you think of my suggestion." The instance he attempted to return the bread into your hands, you ushered it back in his direction with your palms, eyes returning to stare at his own. "Milady, what is your name?" The question certainly threw you off, but you didn't see an issue sharing it with him; at any rate, you do see him most days out of the week.

You introduced yourself, reaching for the sides of your thin skirt to act out a poor curtsey. "Quite a fitting name for a beauty such as yourself. It's a pleasure to be in your presence, my dear," You broke away from his stare bashfully, recognizing the evident ability that he had to swoon you with ease. "My name is Jack, and if you could forgive my boldness, I would love it if you could accompany me this afternoon for tea." Sealing his proposal with a tilt of his head, bowing slightly in your direction.

Oh my, now this was an unexpected turn of events. You were left flabbergasted at his sudden invitation out. Was this a date? It most certainly sounded like one to you, and there was no reason to deny yourself the pleasure of going out with such an eye-catching gentleman. "M-My shift ends at three-thirty if you don't mind waiting for me to close." You unintentionally bit your lip, looking over at the workload you've been postponing due to the very man in front of you. "It's no problem at all, love; in fact, I would be more than happy to help you finish cleaning up." The more Jack continues to throw those little nicknames loosely around you, the harder it is to stop thinking about those sinful ideas that are whirling around the surface of your head. "Your help is greatly appreciated, Jack." The first time you said his name, it simply felt so right hearing the way you played with the sound on your tongue.

It was quite divine seeing the way your aura flickered with a twinge of embarrassment, nervousness, and even joy. It created such a beautiful color that he wished to see more of it. Throughout his time assisting you, Jack would never let you carry anything heavy, always taking it out of your hands and letting you guide him around. During his heavy lifting, you were pleasantly surprised to see how fit he was, carrying stacks of boxes with relative ease. If he was struggling, he was doing a miraculous job concealing it, without even a drop of sweat forming across his chiseled cheeks. Even while working, he made an effort to talk with you, and learn about you outside of work along with the things that you enjoyed; although, you noticed his reluctance to share some information with you.

You didn't take much offense to it though, he had no obligation to dump his whole life story on you and that's okay. Jack acted as more of a listener than a talker, so it was up to you to fill that void of silence with lighthearted, casual small talk. It continued as such even long after the shop was closed, and Jack was escorting you to his "humble abode", as he referred to it. Your arm was nestled under his own as you allowed him to guide you through the bustling streets of London.

The sky had a permanent gray tint hanging above the space you noticed the rim of your skirt dampening as it grazes the pavement with each step. "Don't fret, dear. We're almost at my humble abode." The man reassured you with a gentle smile, squeezing your hand slightly as you found your lips curling upwards in response. Younger suitors were much rowdier, not caring much for the state of your dress, or having to make you walk far distances, but Jack was older, and with a different uprising, carried different values to those men that had caught your eye before.

He liked hearing about you and listening to you speak as he helped you when things needed to be done. You've had brief conversations with the man before, but this situation contrasted entirely with what you were familiar with. It felt like this was the first time he was reaching out to you, and you liked being seen by him, being touched by him. This little crush that started months ago has fermented for far too long and has even affected you with the slightest of grazes by his fingertips whenever he acknowledges you with the sweetest of names that one would be referred to if they were lovers. And now, you were coming over for tea, as well as an all too late lunch, in his home. These thoughts were overwhelming, realizing how you were all too quick with accepting a person's-- no, a man's invitation into his home, of all places.

You had lost your opportunity to back down the moment you snapped out of your mind's flurry of thoughts when you were amazed by the sight of the estate. Jack was much more well-off than he lead on, his home standing out from the others with the vibrant array of potted plants decorating the front of his house. "I see that you have quite the green thumb, sir." Jesting the man playfully, you trace one of the spade-shaped leaves peering in your direction.

"Ah yes, I started upkeeping them a month or two ago, and I am relieved to say that they still have much more time before they fully flourish." He explained, untucking his arm away from yours. You nearly frowned at the loss of contact before you felt that he didn't plan on letting go of your hand anytime soon as he fished for his keys in his coat pocket. Jack practically rebuked you every instance you offered to hold the bread in your hand, so he had it tucked under his arm as he unlocked the door, holding it open for you to walk in first.

Books were stacked on tall standing bookshelves that stood throughout one wall of the living room, where an accent table stood in the center of the vintage rug while two cozy-looking couches were by the corners of the table. There weren't too many decorations on the walls, besides a few landscape paintings of some of London's famous sightings and playbill covers for well-known plays and operas that have crossed town throughout the years.

"You know, I didn't take you for being a man interested in the arts." A coy remark slips past your lips as you examined the wall plastered with all different types of productions-- some that you knew, and others that were foreign to you. "Hmm, is that so? What type of man do you take me for then, my dear?" Jack's voice became closer with each word he uttered as he made his way to your side.

"I presumed you to be a man more fixated on the state of world affairs, or perhaps having more interest relating to historical studies," You looked to your side to see him staring at his books with a fondness that warmed your heart to see. "You carry yourself highly, so I thought your interest would align with more invigorating things in the world." Flattery was hard for Jack to accept, much harder to do from someone that Jack himself had an interest in. To see how you express your thoughts about him full of so much reverence, that it was hard for Jack to muster a response. Everything about you was so earnest and kindhearted, that it was hard for Jack to pull away and recompose himself. He had grown far too used to your floral perfumes that filled his nose whenever he was by you, and he could taste all the love poured into each baked good served to the public.

He simply couldn't get enough of you, and what you had to offer. "You think far too highly of me, darling. Besides, I grew up surrounding myself with these whimsical stories I hold dear, so it would be hard not to love them even now." The silver fox was brimming with delight, gliding his hand across the hardcover spines of the books beside him. You were pleasantly surprised to hear Jack briefly discussing precious memories from his past, it was the last thing you expected to hear him talk about.

"It's a wonderful thing to be able to find comfort in these stories." You responded, not being able to break away from staring at the soft expression that appeared on his face. It was your favorite expression of his yet, the way his silver eye soften as his lips were curved into a small smile. It wasn't something exaggerated or plastered, it was an expression so simple, yet so genuine that left you with only one thought in your mind.

You wanted to kiss him, so badly that you psychically acted without a second thought. Grabbing at his tailcoat with one hand, the other placed on top of his chest, you directed his body to focus on you and your actions. Jack was most certainly perplexed with the sudden boldness to take place with your hand placement, seeing how your aura fluctuates with each passing second. He wouldn’t let you know the way he was secretly anticipating your next course of action. Would you retreat, letting him take control of the situation, or would you take charge, taking it into your own hands to let your dirty, little fantasies finally come to fruition?

He nearly held his breath waiting for what was to come next. “Jack… May I?” Your voice came off meek, so quiet that if you weren’t as close to Jack as you were now, he wouldn’t be able to hear you. “I’m not sure what you’re asking for, darling,” Jack taunted you, placing his cold hand over the one that resided on top of his chest. “What exactly do you want from me?” Your breath hitched in your chest, your mouth becoming dry as you looked up at the whirlpool of emotions that clouded his eye. So much desire hazed over them, the lust that practically burned your skin as he stared you down, challenging you to respond to his wishes. “Please let me kiss you.” Jack didn’t give you the chance to back down, his hand making quick work to grasp your chin, tilting it upwards to meet him halfway into his kiss.

For how cold his lips were, the way his mouth pressed onto yours was searing, making you dizzy as he backed you up against the bookshelf. Your hands moved from his chest, entangling them instead in the silver strands that enticed you to tug him closer to you. For how patient he acted, he was desperate to feel more of you with the way one of his hands sneakily brought itself to the nape of your neck.

You shivered at the leather texture rubbing against your skin, feeling light goosebumps arise in response to his lingering touches. You knew that everything about this was risqué, far from what would be civil for first meetings, and even dates, but your mind was too far gone to question what is wrong or right about this. All that you knew is that you'd never wanted anyone more than you wanted Jack at this very moment.

His kisses alone cast you under a trance, following at his pace without hesitation as your hungry mouth only ached to feel his right beside them for as long as your lack of breath would allow you. Both of you were aware that one of you would have to stop, and Jack, being the much more sensible one, pulled away first. "How divine you are, my dear." He purred into your ear, seductiveness etched into his tone and making you nip at your bottom lip. "Why, I can say the same about you, good sir."

Batting your eyelashes at Jack, your eyes trailed to that oversized coat, and a part of you started to hate the way it covered up too much. Taking the initiative, you relinquished your hands away from his tousled hair, sensually tiptoeing your fingertips down from the shoulder pads of his coat to underneath, where his white button-up shirt was exposed to you. "My, what do you plan on doing to me?" His breath fanned against your ear in battered breaths as he spoke, the monocle once nestled against the bridge of his nose now slipping off.

"Getting a better look at you." More specifically at what's under his big layers of clothes, but Jack didn't need to know all the details. "Well, if that's what you plan on doing," He stated, suddenly grabbing your wrists with his hand, before slamming them upwards against the bookshelves. Jack had a lot more strength than he was letting off with his appearance with how tight his grip was. "Then I must insist that I go first." A sly grin took place on his face as he used his free hand to take the loose monocle off his ear.

He hummed delightfully at the full exposure he had to see you with his second eye. It was a deep pool of crimson to color his right eye, similar to the dark velvet that accented his attire, and you were allowed to marvel at his uncommon beauty. "Your eye..." You wished that you could move your arms, so you could reach out and touch his slimmed cheeks once again. "It's breathtaking." Your bluntness was always something Jack was taken aback by, seeing the way your aura never demonstrated anything malicious with your words.

He didn't reply to you with words but instead peppering kisses on the side of your neck. He was skillful with his hands, toying with the sleeves of your dress until they became undone. The cool air brushed against your skin as the thin layers began to slip off due to Jack's swift ministrations like a veil. It was hard to conceal any noise from the way Jack tries to pull the noise from your throat with his open-mouth kisses and his rhythmic massaging of your breasts.

The constant changes in pace from kisses to nips to even biting made your head spin in pure pleasure. Failing to hold back your voice any longer, you released a breathy moan from your chest, tilting your head back to provide more leeway. He continued to lather your neck with his kisses until he decided that there was still so much to be seen, so much more his hands had to explore. "My love, would you be dear to me and accompany me to the sofa? I want you to be as comfortable as possible for what I'm about to do next."

Eagerly, you nodded your head, feeling his grip loosen on your pinned wrists, taking one of your hands in his own as he escorted you to the plush cushioning that was now beneath your bottom. Jack didn't sit next to you; instead, he knelt in front of you as he began to tug down on the bottom half of your dress, itching to see the rest of your body. "Look at the way your undergarments are drenched, my love." The way his hands hooked around your hips to pull down your panties, feeling how the leather from his hands contrasted the warmth pooling from your skin. It was an overall swift movement, and by the time you finished blinking, your underwear was dangling right in front of your very face. They were a very plain pair of yours, a dainty white color with a very apparent damp spot square in the center of them. “How long have you been like this for, I wonder?”

Oh, for far too long, but you couldn't reveal that to him. It would be far too humiliating to share what you've been like since your walk to his place. Your lips were pressed tight in a thin line, unable to let the truth escape from your mind until the sudden sensation of his unscathed hand spread open your lower lips. Instinctively, you attempted to press your legs together, but Jack persisted, parching one of his arms up on the sofa, pushing your legs away from one another. "Ah, ah, ah, we can't have you hiding away from me now. I want to see all of you." Jack continued to tease your inner folds, the contrast of warm and cool temperatures dancing on your skin so freely. His touch felt good, but it wasn't enough.

Jack was practically toying with your body, observing what movements make your face contour in varied expressions that make him hum in delight. It was clear that he was to bring you to the breaking point before he ever let you unravel in the pleasure you so very crave. Jack continued to tease your inner folds, the contrast of warm and cool temperatures dancing on your skin so freely. His touch felt good, but it wasn't enough. "J-Jack, please...!" You whined out, trying to bring his body closer by using your calves to reel him closer in. "Specifics, darling. I can't do what you want if you don't speak up." Without warning, you began to feel his padded fingertips rubbing against your clit, while his head peered closer down, mouth becoming aligned with your opening. Each fanned breath he took tickled your lower parts, the warm air making you gape with anticipation.

The way there was no pressure as he rubbed the nub, almost as if he wasn't touching it at all, and you didn't even want to get started on the way he rested his cheek on your inner thigh, feeling the short hairs of his mustache brushing against your soft flesh. "Please stop playing with me, I want to come!" Entangling your hand into his hair, you turned his head upwards to show him your desperate expression. Eyes widening slightly, Jack watched as your aura become a color that was quite foreign to him, something so tantalizing that he couldn't help but give in to your pleas.

"If that is what you wish." Bowing his head down, he began to apply more pressure to his rubbing techniques as he began to probe at your tight hole with his tongue. Tracing the outline of the spot before thrusting his wet muscle in, Jack's rhythmic ministrations were making you lightheaded with the fast movements. He was slurping whatever juices had leaked out prior, practically milking all the cum out that you were graciously serving to him on a silver platter. You watched with squinted eyes, pushing his head further down to apply more force for him to keep going, but only deeper.

Teeth grazed your inner lips every so often, providing you with some inconsistency to his repeating pattern of thrusting his tongue in and out of you. He ate you out like a starved man, taking whatever you put out as though your pleasure was his own. His intentions of letting up weren't happening anytime soon, so he focused his breathing through his nose, so he could continue the relentless barrage on that particular spot that seemed to make your legs clench around his head, and evoke a high-pitched moan out of you.

"My dear, I want to see you come. I want you to turn the color I like, can you do that for me?" He spoke against your cunt, eyes peering upwards to gauge your response. Nodding your head feverishly, you could feel the build-up brewing in your lower stomach, tight coiling just begging to be snapped as you babbled, "It's s'much, Jack! I'm, I'm gonna cum soon!" Drool began to seep from the corners of your lips, mind empty with the sole thought of wanting that sweet release that has been prolonged for far too long. Taking you over the edge, you felt his tongue curve upwards inside you, caressing a spot that was the ticket to making your juices squirt out. Body trembling and the rush of energy that made your heart palpate faster than ever, tears brimmed your eyes as you stared at Jack's face, slobbered with your cum.

Licking his lips, Jack's eyes were transfixed on everything about you at that moment. The way your little hole gaped in and out, as though it was panting, the way your face contorted to an expression of absolute bliss, to the way your legs slumped to your sides-- and that color, mixed in with his favorite to create something that surpassed the beauty of fear. "Simply divine, my dear. You are truly something so ethereal." Bringing his lips to your own, he shared some of the leftover juices, allowing you a taste of yourself in the process.

Despite your lower body being spent, you hooked your arms around his neck to further deepen the kiss he had graced you with. Lust clouded your once cleared your mind, wanting to see, wanting to feel what other sensations he could give to you. Jack noticed your sultry stare at his pants, as though you were undressing him with your eyes. His response was first a chuckle, before bringing a hand to his silver buckle as he said, "My, look at how vulgar you've become," You watched intensely as his hands slowly, yet tantalizingly unclasped his belt.

"I guess it's time for act two, isn't it, my dear? I hope you're ready."

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Candy Coated [Chapter Eight] The Calm Before the Storm [Buddha]

A/n: I apologize for taking so long to get this chapter out. The next one is going to start the beginning of Ragnarok. So please enjoy.

Also, the art above was drawn by the talented @rain-in-the-clouds. Thank you, hun. Stay tuned for this scene later.

Warning(s): anxiety, female reader (can be read as GN), teasing, realization.

Taglist:

@useless-potatho , @tojibreedingme , @quinloki , @yingxian, @2lottie2, @lunas-nova , @anduinandwrathionlover, @tiredfairy, @the-queen-of-sorrows , @alientee, @lawlietliet, @hanaibea, @69your-best-night-mare69

The time is nigh. 

Ragnarok draws near and you are not hardly ready to witness the bloodshed that will come with it. How is a human meant to take on a God? The thought plagues you well into the evening, so much so that you chose to remain in your room.

This marks the final day of your residence in Saṃsāra, the Realm of the Gods, and the gospel truth is you do not want to leave. It isn't fair. How can Yue-Lao tether you to a God and then take him away from you, as if he means nothing? He does and you–

An embarrassed heat spreads across your face as you realize just how much Buddha means to you.

"You have every right to be mad…but you aren't the only one. I'm sure Bu-chan was just as upset as you and she isn't even a human. Leave this to her and focus on us," he had told you.

It must have been then, through the irritation and the bafflement, in his arms, when you knew. Perhaps it had been sooner, but you were too fixated on the effects of the tether to notice. Or too oblivious.

But what did he mean? Why did Buddha tell you to focus on the two of you?  

You honestly don't know but with Ragnarok coming, the feelings are there, albeit too late you fear. Why does this happen? Why do humans realize too late how they feel about someone who has been nothing but kind to them? 

With a deep sigh, you set out an outfit on your coffee table. It will be the one you wear tomorrow to the arena. You consider wearing your human clothes, the ones you died in, but opt not to. It's silly, but you don't want to draw more attention to the fact you are a human tethered to Buddha.

But perhaps that's what I want the Gods to see. 

Your head is a labyrinth. Needing a moment to breathe, you leave the room and head outside. The sky is so clear today. It's ironic considering how bleak you feel. 

For the next hour, you wander around the abandoned village, doing the best you can to entertain your thoughts and relax. It seems to work, however, anxiety clings to you like a monster, whispering in your ear and reminding you that tomorrow is the tournament. 

You head toward the river in hopes to rest your legs but as you approach, you see Buddha sitting near the bank. An air of calmness washes over you as you stare at him, putting to rest your thoughts. Had you looked at the red cords around your ankles, you would have seen that he was nearby. Your face heats up and though you consider turning around, you opt not to.

"May I join you?"

Buddha peeks over his shoulder and grins; a lollipop rests in the space between his cheek and teeth. 

"If you want." 

You do. Sitting by his side, you notice a package on his lap, but you don't ask about it, turning your eyes to the river. Sadness washes over you as you stare at the clear water. This will be the last time you see it, you are sure. 

"There is a lot on your mind," Buddha remarks. 

You hum in agreement knowing that he can feel your emotions via the tether, both good and bad. That means he probably already knows what you mean to him.

"I'm not ready for tomorrow, but I know that it can't be prevented. And then I–"

Pausing a moment, you take an uneasy breath.

"I don't want to leave this place. I want to stay with you."

Turning your eyes to him to gauge his expression, you jerk in fear as an uneaten lollipop appears in your line of sight. Your cheeks heat up as he laughs at your response.

He didn't have to scare me like that. 

You take the lollipop from him, spinning it between your fingers. 

"Then stay with me," Buddha states. "You can reach enlightenment with me if that's what you want."

It's not that easy. The humans would have to win for you to stay with him. Or else you will face extinction. Hesitantly linking your arm with his, you lean against his shoulder. Your body and mind feel so rested like this. If only it could last. 

"I'm not sure why, but I feel calm around you. Like my worries are gone."

"It isn't the tether making you feel that way, nor me," Buddha mentions with a smile. 

You raise a confused brow. If not influenced by him, then who. You've been a nervous wreck all morning and now there is nothing. 

"Who–"

"I'm not telling," Buddha teased, removing his lollipop to poke his tongue out. 

You huff in response. Sometimes he can be childish. Releasing his arm, you snag the candy from him.

"Then I'll just have to borrow this."

With a cheeky grin, you lift the candy to your mouth, giving it a lick. The wide-eyed expression on his face makes you laugh. 

"Greed is a root evil, you know," Buddha states. 

"I never said I wouldn't give it back," you retort, holding the candy out to him.

Instead of grabbing it with his hand, he leans forward and takes the candy into his mouth. Your face heats up. Somehow it feels like your attempt to tease him backfired. Buddha laughs in response and reaches into his lap for the package, offering it over. 

"This is for you. I was holding onto it."

For me?

You open it, stunned to see an outfit inside. It's modern, a bit like the one you died in, but on the upper left chest area is a stencil of Usa-chan, the rabbit with the eye patch that is on the front of Buddha's shirt.

"You had this made for me? When?" 

"Before we attended the council meeting," Buddha answers.

He's thoughtful. This, along with the other clothes, is more than you could have ever asked for.

This made up my mind. 

"I'll wear it tomorrow. Thank you, Shaka."

You want the Gods to see you dressed as a human. If you could do more, you would. Though, it does make you wonder if Buddha wants to see humans live too. He once was one, before he attained enlightenment.

Lifting on your knees, you lean forward and kiss his cheek. 

"Even though it has no purpose, as far as we know, I've rather enjoyed being tethered to you."

Buddha turns his eyes to you and grins. He doesn't comment, but you can sense that he feels the same. For the first time today, you are hopeful for the future, for your afterlife at your soulmate's side. 

Leaning your head against his shoulder, you take a deep and relaxed breath. A moment later, you feel Buddha's cheek rest against your head.

"I do too, you know, want you to stay here," he utters.

Your face heats up. It makes you happy to hear that you aren't the only one. 

I don't care if we ever find Yue-Lao. I want to stay here. I want to be with Shaka. The tether means nothing. 

Or so you think. 

Unbeknownst to you, however, the Chinese God of Marriage and Love was not one to play tricks. His set futures were never unplanned. However, as a favor to a certain someone, he made an exception. 

The tether between God and mortal was simply a tool in someone else's plan.   

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help i can’t stop pushing these smut proposals out: poseidon x reader !

as my all-time favorite bad boy i think he’s rough, very rough with the reader but he also has periods of being more gentle…before going back into maximum overdrive.

he covers you with so many hickies and bite marks because why not, and id like to think he has a thing for blood.

one more thing, i hc that he has a shark’s anatomy 😏

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