#Buddha x fem reader

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Artistic Touch

Tattoo Artist!Buddha x Fem! Reader

This is just based in my own little modern artist au, in which the RoR characters work in various shops together!

Light TW: Mentions of blood maybe once twice, other than that it's pretty tame. Just basic SFW

"You're doing great gorgeous… just a little longer." Buddha had been straddling her thighs for a while, hunched over her body as he held the tattoo gun in his glove covered his hands. The other held a wet wipe, allowing him to clean up the extra ink and blood. When (Y/n) had first started dating him she was tattooless, having only a couple piercings and dyed hair to show where she leaned style wise. They had met at a bar, the tall male worked at a shop nearby but would also work as a bouncer as a friend of his owned the club anyways. They had hit it off after he caught and took care of a creep trying to spike her drink, it had been 3 years now and like a canvas Buddha had painted his mark across her skin. The back piece he was working on for her was one that they had spent months doing between their schedules, it was a large koi pond with what was a partial view of a shrine up near her shoulders. Though the main focal point had been a koi fish amongst the lotus, the edges of the tattoo looking like that of a mirror. Many of her tattoos looked like images taken from beyond the looking glass, vibrant and detailed they would spend the hours together talking about everything and nothing. Sometimes they'd sit silently and enjoy the others presence as music softly hummed through the background. Tonight was the last night, so Buddha claimed, that he would finish this newest Masterpiece that night. He took a moment to grab a new wet wipe, his thumb rubbing her side as he knew she was still sore from the session before. But they were near the bottom of the tattoo and the last of the shading, so soon she'd be able to take a break and heal for a while. The koi fish had been white with (F/c) spots splattered across it, while the lotus had blue and white petals. A detail Buddha had included in the colored drawing the two had come up with together. He knew it sounded bad but he somewhat enjoyed when she was still sore from a fresh session, it gave him an excuse to spoil her and take care of her as given the current ones position, he had to help her clean and care for it.

"You wanna take a snack break before we get back into it?" He hopped off the padded table that she rested on, stretching his back as he sat in a computer chair and rolled around so that he was infront of her. He couldn't help but chuckle at the drowsy look on her face, she had gotten so used to the feeling that now sometimes during a long session she would doze off. He couldn't count how many times he was in the middle of a long story and heard her start softly snoring, of course he'd act pouty about it but he honestly thought it was cute. "Yeah, snacks sound great Bu~" That was all it took for Buddha to wipe up her lower back before throwing away the dirty wipes and his gloves. He watched her sit up some on her elbows so she could sip on her orange slushy, meanwhile he was opening up a bag of chips which he'd hold between the two. "You want me to help you sit up? Or are you gonna just chill there?" He was worried she'd make herself even more sore from the position, but he also knew she was probably dreading having to get off the table with her fresh tattoo. "Nah I'm comfy, plus it's just a snack break. We can order a pizza or something when we get home." She had stretched her topless form some before popping a chip in her mouth, given the size of the project she had foregone her bra and wore a loose cotton t-shirt which she would take off during the tattoos. There were ink and blood stains on it from the numerous tattoos but she always cleaned it and it served as just being one of her tattoo safety shirts. They had decided to go to the shop he worked at after he got done with his job at the bar to work on her newest addition, they had been there for a few hours, but it wasn't quite midnight yet. Even if it had been (Y/n) worked from home as an animator, something Buddha supported her in along with her 5M subscribers. It had been something she was building on for years even before she met him, art and creation was her passion and so she would animate her stories. She was still an independent creator, but things were looking up and she was grateful. Because of that she did have some flexibility in her schedule so she could afford to sleep in a little later the following day.

They had spent a few minutes chatting and flipping through TikTok's together, enjoying their snack before Buddha got up to get a fresh pair of gloves and some more wet wipes. "I can't wait til we get home, wanna eat something and watch that crime show you like." He chuckled as he moved back into his position over her, he took a moment to press a kiss the base of her neck just above where the tattoo sits. His hands stroking her sides as he helped her get comfortable again, a lazy grin on his face as he started back on the tattoo with new determination to see it finished that night. "Yeah I can't wait, especially since that creep just kidnapped the detective." She giggled some but did her best to hold still, closing her eyes to relax into the padding once more. She could be a bit of a nerd sometimes and while she found it embarrassing sometimes Buddha had never once shamed her, infect he took interest into many of her hobbies and likes. He said he was doing it because it was only fair, that she indulges him and his desires all the time so it wouldn't hurt him to watch some of her favorite shows with her. Even still it made her happy, sure she had dated guys who had shown some interest in her likes but nothing like how Buddha does it. Just the other day they finished an anime that was almost 300 episodes long, and afterwards they were even able to discuss some of his favorite archs and characters. Where most of her Exes would have just been ready to move on to the next thing, Buddha was willing to talk about certain details, missed opportunities and theories. "I love you Bu~" Her words were soft and sweet, she wanted to tell him just how much. To spend the rest of their time together thanking him and telling him all she loved about him, but she figured there was a time and place and she'd rather do so when she could look at him. Though given her current position she missed his toothy smile, instead she simply felt the needle lift from her skin as he rested his forehead against the back of her head. "Love you too (N/n)…" His voice was smooth and sweet, like warm honey in tone, he didn't need to hear hours' worth of praise to feel her love. Though he certainly wouldn't mind hearing it, he could feel her love through the things she did in return for him. He knew he could be a little difficult sometimes, even a little bratty or joke a little more than most people would like. Yet she took every second of it, she was willing to keep dialog open and talk about things even if she felt embarrassed. And that kind of trust is how he knew the depths of her love, because she was willing to set aside pride and swallow embarrassment so that they could fix or confront any problems they had to. It took effort and he respected that, he loved himself a strong woman. And in his eyes, no one was as strong as his personal goddess.

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Leonidas and Buddha with fem!Giyuu!reader headcanons

Warning(s): RoR manga spoilers up to ch. 78, violence, KNY manga and anime spoilers, strong language from Leonidas and Sanemi, ooc.

Collab work with @deathmetalunicorn1, based on her own headcanons with fem!giyuu!reader and Leonidas. Images of Leonidas and Buddha were provided by @enryegotrip.

So with that being said guys, sit back, relax, and let’s dive into these headcanons! :)

Being a Demon Slayer did not mean to wait on a crow with orders and directions to find the flesh-eating monsters. There was also intel gathering, working closely with the kakushi so that they were not overwhelmed with the number of injured and deceased Slayers, and being pestered by your peers to take an apprentice because you are the only Hashira who doesn’t have one. That isn’t necessarily true, though. You had every intention of taking Tanjiro Kamado as a tsuguko once he was proven to be trustworthy by other Hashra and Lord Ubuyashiki. 

He, at the very least, had what it takes to become the Water Hashira. He deserved to be the Water Hashira, more so than a failure like yourself. It makes sense to take Tanjiro and his sister in your care, housing them at the Waster Hashira residence with a room and food. So why was Kocho making a fuss about it? She stayed quiet about it before, and you assumed it was because she despised people who defended demons or disapproved of your decision to make Tanjiro your apprentice. But that shouldn’t be your concern, or Rengoku’s. 

Lord Ubuyashiki has allowed these children a chance to prove themselves, and you will not grant the other Hashira an opportunity to hurt them. You’ve lost count how many times a colleague has shown up at your door, and how simply slammed the door in their face. 

You weren’t in the mood to hear their excuses then, and still aren’t. 

Tanjiro was quick to warm up to you, profusely thanking you for all you’ve done even when you really didn’t do anything. If he and Nezuko were home from a mission, they’d welcome you back with light hugs and a warm meal. You made sure to make extra portions when you were alone, in case they didn’t come back until late at night, or tried to, depending on the crow’s swiftness with a message from the Kamado siblings. Against your better judgment, they became precious to you. You would show no mercy to anyone who would harm them, demon or Demon Slayers. 

But that was enough reminiscing. You, Tanjiro, and Nexuko were being sent to investigate a few territories where demons are reported to have been spotted and causing chaos. No one has been killed, though several civilians were injured, two are currently in critical condition at the Butterfly Mansion.

You almost felt sorry for Kocho. Almost.

Leonidas had not been happy lately. Greeks in his domain were being picked off left and right and no one could tell what was going on, except movement from their corner of their eye and that is all the information his men had been able to collect. Damn it all, what else could he do? What would Gorgo do? His heart twisted painfully at the thought of his wife. Because she had not been a warrior, she was not welcomed into Valhalla by side, instead residing in Elysium with other souls. It’d been so long since their separation and he never took another woman to his bed, putting that energy into training his men to be prepared for anything…until now. 

When another night-time report came in of yet another incident, Leonidas and his men immediately left camp to investigate. What he and his soldiers hadn’t expected, though, was to stumble upon three scrawny men gorging themselves on lifeless civilians, their hands and everywhere from the waist down covered in blood. 

Leonidas led the charge, swinging his shield and sword but the maggots barely flinched when they touched them. No….when the criminals turned to them with annoyed frowns, the Spartans saw rows of glistening white fangs and slitted amber irises. 

These weren’t men. They were monsters who were evenly matched with his men, both in agility and physical strength. All seemed lost until a woman, a boy, and a girl jumped into the fray. 

The smaller ones went against two of them while their de facto leader swiftly decapitated the other monster once she had gotten close enough to strike. She was calm, too calm for someone who faced a monster and cleavage spilling out of her…uniform. Or she didn’t give a shit about modesty in a life-or-death situation as she darted towards the others, providing the boy with enough cover to swing his sword across the monster’s neck while the girl held its accomplice by the throat and burned him.

Yes, she fucking set the bastard on fire. 

When the monsters disintegrated into ashes, Leonidas all but demanded who the hell they were and what are those things they just killed. The younger ones were startled by his command, but the woman simply blinked owlishly at him, as if she had been asked this question a dozen times. 

“That was…a demon.”

“A demon?” Leonidas snarled. 

“Yes, that was a demon. It feasts on human flesh and cannot be killed unless it is exposed to sunlight.” She said, sheathing the iridescent blue blade in her hand back into the scabbard hanging from her hip. “We are able to kill them because it is our duty as Demon Slayers.”

….If shit-head gods existed, then he supposed it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch for the idea that demons did exist. But Leonidas did not survive wars on sheer strength or the number of armies under his commands or ‘blessings’ from the gods alone. He was a strategist. 

And he did not stop pestering the woman, who only introduced herself as the Water Hashira, until he’d squeezed every bit of information she knew about demons and the sword used to kill them. 

But she did not give in to his demands, and would not compromise the organization by telling him about their supplier. There was too much at stake....unless he was willingly to speak to her commander. She cannot guarantee if he will answer him or not, though…it seems he has many people to protect as well. 

Leonidas didn’t like it, but if this woman is willingly to arrange a meeting with a complete stranger like himself, he could not allow this opportunity to slip past him. He agreed to the conditions, and watched her and the other Demon Slayers leave, fussing over each like a group of misfit siblings rather than comrades on the battlefield. 

The Water Hashira came to personally escort him to Lord Ubuyashiki’s estate a week later. Kneeling outside on the grass near the veranda were the other high-ranking Demon Slayers, the Hashiras. When they stood in front of them, she too kneeled, her head down. Glancing over his shoulder, Leonidas could see the pissed off expressions on everyone’s faces. Suppose in their eyes, the Water Hashira had brought in an outsider to their organization and became the mediator of a meeting that should never have happened. 

If Lord Ubuyashiki hadn’t agreed to this, the Water Hashira’s actions might have been considered treason, and she’d be stripped of her rank plus any land she owned. But she was calm, not flinching or back talking to the other soldiers until one of them, a white-haired little prick with scars on his face made a snide comment about ‘being brainwashed by a brat and his demon sister’. 

“...Choose your next words carefully, Sanemi, or there won’t be another Wind Hashira among the ranks.”

“Is that a fucking threat, Tomioka?!” 

“It will be if you or the others make another attempt to hurt Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado in my absence.” She said icily. “They are under my care and no harm will befall on them unless Nezuko succumbs to bloodlust. How can we call ourselves the pillars of this organization if we cannot trust them?”

“And how hasn’t your ass been killed yet with that thick head of yours?!” Sanemi barked. “God, you’re always like this, just doing whatever you want -”

“Oi, shithead.” The Spartan turned towards the Wind Hashira. “This woman is the reason my men are still alive. You’ll soon be in the presence of your commanding officer, so heel.” 

“THE FUCK YOU JUST SAID, GEEZER?!” 

“I said heel, you fucking mongrel.” Lenoidas’ eyes flashed dangerously, his temper about to boil over. “If that’s too hard to understand, shut up. And no talkin’ to a woman like that, got it? Gods, kids these days.”

“You son of -!”

“Sanemi, that is enough.” Tomioka said. “Be silent.”

“[First Name] -”

“Quiet, Kocho. Whatever grievances you have, I will gladly listen to them another time.” As soon as the Water Hashira hissed out those words, Lord Ubuyashiki appeared alongside his children and wife. When the Hashiras tried to voice their complaints in his presence, the scarred man all but silenced them with a finger pressed against his mouth. He then turned to him, apologizing for his children’s behavior and asked him to come inside to talk. 

The hours went by quickly, and Leonidas got the answers he wanted. Tomioka, the Water Hashira, whatever her name really was, had been assigned to escort him back to his domain. 

“Thank you…for defending me.” She murmured, her eyes looking straight head and face flushed a light shade of pink. “No one…has ever done that for me since I became a Hashira. They…do not like me. And I am…not like them.” 

Lenoidas raised an eyebrow. “Anyone in their right mind would defend a hell of a woman like yourself. Honorable, strong, and it’s pretty damned obvious that you love those kids in your unit as if they were your own children. In Sparta, there would be men lined up outside your home asking for a chance to court you with the intention of marriage. Hell, even I would have a hard time fending them all off.” 

When he saw the surprised look on her face, Leonidas gritted his teeth. It was obvious to him that her comrades did not think highly of her, and with her current mindset it had no positive impact on her self-esteem. 

Looks like they were just fellow Hashira, and nothing more. Assholes. He thought before he sighed, patting her affectionately on the head. “Wanna get a drink with me before we start heading back?” He asked, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. 

[First Name] agreed, and she followed him to a local pub. The Water Hashira hadn’t realized what he did was a pick-up line until he was on his fifth drink, and she was on her third. He didn’t expect her tolerance to be this high for a strong liquor. 

“You know this is a date right?”

Her comical reaction to his words made him roar with laughter; [Eye Color] orbs wide, face bright red, and her mouth formed into the shape of an ‘x’ with her drink still in her hand. He grinned at her from the rim of his glass. 

Shit, she’s adorable! 

Bonus Content:

The Spartans came to enjoy Tanjiro and Nezuko’s company over time, as well as their help in training them. While Tanjiro worked with the men to increase his physical strength and practice his swordsmanship, Nezuko would shrink down to her smallest size and play a nightly game of ‘tag’ with them to help the soldiers’ agility. Piggyback rides were her reward if she won. 

Buddha is someone who would rather take care of the demons who were bold enough to try and lay a hand on the humans who followed him. He is the enlightened one, and someone you really shouldn’t mess with. 

So imagine his surprise when the little bastards were actually able to keep up with his and his attacks, and without breaking a sweat. He had been minding his own business on a dreary summer morning, relaxing under a bodhi tree when one of the worshippers darted towards him, pleading for help and covered in blood that wasn’t his own. Naturally, he stood up and reassured the sobbing mortal that everything would be fine. 

Now, he was using the Six Realms staff and his eyes to parry and attack his opponents, yet these guys still kept getting up from the ground, snarling and glaring at him with bloodthirsty eyes. Huh…how long has it been since he had an opponent, no, opponents like this? Kintoki is probably the only other god he’d be more than happy to trade friendly blows, well, actually, the only one because he hated the other gods.

He was about to activate the Animal Realm: Club of Nirvana and stroke the demon in front of him when all of a sudden, a tiny girl dressed in a pink kimono with a bamboo stalk in her mouth struck the demon down with a single kick, decapitating him swiftly. 

The demon’s body collapsed onto the earth, twitching rapidly before clumps of flesh began to sprout from the neck, an enraged face beginning to morph until she stomped on it, her leg glowing a bright vermillion as the regenerating demon howled, flopping and twisting in a vain attempt to get free. In seconds, all that remained was a heap of dark ashes. The girl then looked up at him. Blinking her large pink eyes as if she didn’t do anything special. 

Buddha was about to ask the kid who she was when an ear-splitting shriek stopped him. The future flashed in front of him in an instant, and he acted quickly, switching from the Animal Realm to Asura Realm: Shield of Ahimsa to defect crescent-shaped sickles aimed at them. Naturally, the shield didn’t get a scratch and he and the little lady were all right.

“Get down!”

The enlightened one did not need to be told twice, ducking his head as a wild-haired boy in a green checkered haori exhale wisps of bright red-orangish flames before he swung his sword, slicing the demon’s neck and effectively removing its head from the main body. As the demon disintegrated into the same ashy remains as the other one, the boy turned around and looked at him worriedly. 

“Are you alright? You’re not hurt, are you?”

Buddha just blinked. “No?” He said. The enlightened one watched the kid’s shoulders sag in relief before he smiled at him, the little lady running towards the boy and hugged him tightly. Ah….brother and sister maybe?

“Nezuko, did you get the demon that was trying to run away?”

Buddha looked over his shoulder, seeing a young woman decked out in a black uniform with gold buttons and a mismatched haori approached them, calm and expressionless. The little one - Nezuko, Buddha presumed, nodded happily with tiny flowers floating over her head. The boy beamed. 

“She did, and she’s gotten much better at controlling her Blood Demon Art, Tomioka-san!”

The young woman nodded. “Indeed. Tanjiro, when we return home, we’re going to work more on your Breathing techniques and footwork. You’re still moving based on instinct and waiting until your opponent strikes to make a move. I will not always be here to protect you.” She then looked at him, [Eye Color] irises calm as a lake with the slightest hint of curiosity. “Oh. You’re a god?”

Buddha met her gaze, his teeth clamping down on the lollipop in his mouth that he had forgotten was there the whole time until now.  “So what if I am? Got a problem, little lady?”

Tomioka furrowed her brow, head tilting to the side and arms crossed. “Why would I be troubled by someone I just met? As far as I am concerned…you’re not an enemy.” Her voice was cold and detached as she spoke, her stoic expression unchanging even the boy, Tanjiro, glared at him  with puffed up cheeks that reminded the enlightened one of a chipmunk. The little one, Nezuko, actually jumped up and grabbed one of his arms, swinging from it with a closed-eyed smile. 

What could he say? The kids loved him, and his candy. 

He pulled out a cola-flavored lollipop from his robes, handing it to her. Buddha watched Nezuko’s eyes brighten in joy and wonder as she extended an arm toward him, carefully cradling the lollipop in her open palm as if it were a lotus flower. She then hopped down, landing on her feet before running to Tanjiro, making happy, approved noises that were muffled by the bamboo piece in her mouth. Tanjiro chuckled, patting her head as he could see now that this god wasn’t a big bully. 

For a split second, the enlightened one saw the barest hint of a smile on the woman’s face before it was wiped away by horror…because the gray clouds in the sky were going away? 

Tomioka quickly removed her haori, shielding Nezuko from the sunlight piercing through the clouds and Tanjiro removed a large wooden box from his shoulders, urging Nezuko to get inside as soon as the door opened. Buddha watched in fascination as Nezuko shrunk to the size of a toddler and blitzed inside. Tanjiro locked it up before he shared a relieved look with his teacher. 

Buddha felt his lollipop between his lips nearly fall as he saw the flash of Tomioka’s thigh in her uniform, similar to what Tanjiro was wearing, but more form-fitting, showing off the very alluring body that she had been hiding under her haori. He did nothing to correct his gaze as he stared shamelessly at her.

Tanjiro sighed. “Thank you, Tomioka-san. Nezuko and I are both grateful that you’re looking out for us.”

She took her haori back, a small smile stretching across her lips before she stretched a hand and gently rubbed the top of his head just as he had done with his little sister earlier. She then turned her gaze to Buddha, causing the enlightened one to flinch slightly, though not before his own eyes lingered on her chest, her folded arms pushing them up just enough to tease him.

 She did not even seem to realize just how sexy she was when she spoke to him. “May I ask you some questions about the demon?”

He grinned, flashing a toothy grin at her. “Anything for the pretty lady~!”

She nodded, not reacting to the slightest at his subtle flirting. “Thank you for your cooperation with us.”

Buddha’s eyelid twitched before he glanced over at Tanjiro, who just shook his head with an exasperated smile. That was when the enlightened one realized, that the Water Hashira he’d come to know as [First Name] Tomioka, was dense as a brick wall. 

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Hi, Thea. Thanks again for responding to my request! When I saw Nostradamus in Ror, it seemed to me that he probably likes love predictions… May I ask for a scenario in which Nostradamus makes a prediction to the fem reader about who her lover will be? (with Buddha, Hermes, Loki, Beelzebub).

A/N: Of course, how could i not!! I totally agree, Nostradamus would so enjoy helping others find potential love. Something he too deserves sometimes hehe!! <33

Nostradamus's love predictions 💕

➩ Y/N after hearing words of Nostradamus's talent in predicting ones future love life, becomes curious and decided to pay him a visit! There she learns of the gods she could end up with and even, how many children they would get. But of course not without its secrets that even Nostradumus cant tell.

Reader type: Fem!reader with Nostradamus, Buddha, Hermes, Loki and Beelzebub.

⚠: Love predictions, future possible outcomes, future relationships, future children, Intersex child, Keeping secrets from partner, secrets in general!

Where gods and humans collide in epic battles to determine the fate of humanity, there exists a young woman named Y/N. 

She was an ordinary human, yet her destiny was intertwined with the most extraordinary beings in existence. 

Little did she know that her life would be forever changed by a prophecy foretold by none other than the legendary prophet of the century, Nostradamus.

One fateful day, Y/N found herself seeking guidance from the most obnoxious man in all of human history, hoping to unravel the mysteries of her future. 

As she stood before the smaller man, his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and he spoke in an excited, soft yet mysterious tone. 

“Why hello Y/N, it's certainly good to see you! Say, what brings you here today~?”

"Nostradamus, please tell me of my future, I've grown curious after hearing what you're capable of!" Y/N implored, her heart pounding with anticipation. 

She couldn't believe she was really going through with this! 

Nostradamus's eyes widened at how direct the woman had been, eventually calming himself and nodded, his gaze piercing right through the woman. 

Sending shivers up her spine, the man would just smile in response. 

“Oh dear! Very well then, let us get into it already shall we, what will it be?”

“A love prediction please! Who will I end up with or fall in love with..?”

With a wave of his hand, he conjured images of four powerful beings before them. 

Buddha, Hermes, Loki, and Beelzebub.

"You are destined to find love amidst chaos and turmoil," Nostradamus intoned, his voice echoing in the chamber they stood in, spacey but so empty. 

"Four potential lovers shall cross your path, each offering a different path of destiny. Now isn't that interesting~"

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she listened intently to the prophecy that would shape her future. 

She looks upon the chosen gods, she had met them before.. 

"First, there is Buddha, the embodiment of serenity and enlightenment.." 

Nostradamus smirked to himself and looked at Y/N, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Would you also like to know the offspring count you'll have with them too~?”

Y/N tensed up and found herself almost speechless at this, who did this guy think he was! 

Y/n felt herself start to get all flustered. Her face probably looks like a tomato ready to be plucked.

“Excuse me-! What kind of question is that!?”

Nostradamus lifts up his hand in defence, acting like he didn't know what he had done wrong! 

“Hey! I'm simply just asking..So what will it be?”

Y/n thought about it for a moment, glaring at Nostradamus. 

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to see, after all the curiosity in who she would eventually get with was already eating her up inside! 

“Fine! Tell me that too I suppose..ugh.”

Nostradamus chuckled to himself seeing Y/N’s expression and continued. 

"With him, you shall bear him a son and find peace and spiritual awakening, but your path will be one of sacrifice."

Y/N imagined herself walking alongside the serene figure of Buddha, a little boy on her hip and finding solace in his wisdom and compassion.

Yet, she knew that such a path would demand great sacrifices, testing her resolve and strength.

"Next, there is Hermes, the messenger of the gods," Nostradamus continued, his voice taking on a mysterious tone. 

"With him, you shall bear 6 sons and 2 daughters, one child being that of both sexses.

"You'll embark on a journey of adventure and discovery, but beware, for his path is fraught with danger and unpredictability.."

Y/N envisioned herself at Hermes' side with their many children and the possible struggles, aiding him in serving the gods and his father Zeus. 

Exploring whatever secrets he was obviously hiding and being a part of it all. 

The thought thrilled her adventurous spirit, yet she also felt a twinge of apprehension at the unknown dangers that lay ahead.

"Then, there is Loki, the trickster god," Nostradamus said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He seemed familiar with the god. 

"With him, you shall experience passion and excitement, but be wary, for his love is as unpredictable as the shifting winds.."

“What about the children we could have?”

“Well.. Let's just say you'll have 2 for now”

Y/N shivered at the thought of what Nostradamus could be hiding, what did he mean but for now? 

Y/N also thought about entangling herself with the enigmatic god, knowing all too well the chaos and mischief that followed in his wake. 

Yet, she couldn't deny the allure of his magnetic charm and mischievous grin. Maybe it would be worth it? 

"Finally, there is Beelzebub, the prince of darkness," Nostradamus concluded, his voice heavy with foreboding. 

"With him, you'll have a daughter and you'll be aiding him at the ward with his..patients. But beware, for his love comes at a great cost and he will be hiding something from you.."

Y/N recoiled at the thought of being ensnared by the dark allure of Beelzebub, knowing the perilous path that awaited her should she succumb to his temptations. 

Yet, she couldn't deny the forbidden thrill that stirred within her at the thought of embracing the darkness surrounding him.

As the visions faded and Nostradamus' prophecy came to an end, Y/N nodded and bowed respectfully. 

“Thank you for your assistance Nostradamus! I'm grateful for the information, I'll use it wisely..”

“You better Y/n, ta-ta~!”

With that Y/n left with a choice that would shape the course of her destiny. 

Would she choose the path of serenity with Buddha, the path of adventure with Hermes, the path of passion with Loki, or the path of darkness with Beelzebub?

With her heart torn between love and destiny, Y/N knew that her choice would not only determine her own fate but the fate of her love interests and future children as well. 

And so, with a heavy heart and a determined spirit, she set out on her journey, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead!

[zodiacs-web]

hi enlightened person, how are you? I would like to apply for Record of Ragnarok (more specifically, Buddha,Shiva,Zerofuku,Hares And Hades. with a human(woman) who is a famous empress/queen/warrior who is very well known.more, despite being an exceptional swordswoman, she is very kind and shy. I apologize for any mistakes, English is not my mother tongue and Google is not 100% reliable. God bless you and have a nice day!

Shy Queen Hcs

𖥔 Buddha/Shiva/Zerofuku/Hermes x Fem!Reader

𖥔 What's in the web: Established relationships, fluff, implied romance

𖥔 A/n: Sorry if it took too long. Have a good day as well!

Buddha

Despite everything about your outer appearance blaring danger from all corners, Buddha holds no fear as he approaches you. Only for you to stutter on your words when he makes a conversation. He only watches in delight that some tough looking girl is shy, what a sight to see.

Very patient with you and sometimes likes to tease you. Of course he switches from the two from time to time, but overall he's very fond of your presence. He learned that you have someone who speaks for you when it comes to official business unless it requires you to speak.

Doesn't necessarily want to spar with you unless he's bored or gets curious about your swordsmanship. He hasn't met any Queens in his time that can pull off stunts that you can so it entices him to learn more about you. To get closer.

Your still shy around him, but don't mind having a conversation with him. As time draws near your fight, you can help but feel a bit sad. But don't worry, Buddha assures you that you'll win your fight and come right back to him.

Shiva

He is very on edge having this blaring danger walk up to him yet laugh at how shy you are when initiating conversation. Stuttering on your words and looking away in fear as he watches with a smirk on his face.

Eyeing every piece of jewel that twinkles adorned on your clothes. He realizes you were a queen right off the bat asking questions like how you became a queen, how you knocked competitors off. Will definitely try to get you to be more confident and beat other people's asses.

Very loving as in teasing you every second he has saying it's to build confidence yet he's thriving off your pout. It takes you a while to open up but now he's learned how good of a swordsman you are. Asking to watch you train so that maybe one day both of you can go at it and maybe defend himself against armed foes.

Your a bit more relaxed with him yet still not keen on conversations. You love spending your time with him and so does he. So, when it is time for your fight he's right there watching and making sure that your alive so he can be near you once more.

Zerofuku

Ah Zerofuku! When he first met you, he was terrified to say the least but when he saw you in your state his fear turned to compassion. He was kind enough to direct you where you needed to be.

He likes spending time with you, going to little shops in villages and stopping at food stands. Playing games and wondering off to meet with different people. He loves interacting with different people and he enjoys doing it with you.

Gets interested watching you train, he sometimes can't keep up with your moves and has to ask what you did afterwards. Decorates your sword with all sorts of nick knacks that has you overjoyed.

He likes hugging you every second he can get and often praises you for your kindness. Has little brother energy that you can't help but be overprotective of him. Your grateful to have him by your side even if he's much farther away from you, his grace will never leave.

Hermes

Very observant to say the least. Wasn't one bit afraid of you but was interested in the attire you wore. So when he realized you were shy he actually took his time with you and directed you where you needed to go.

His interest in you grew when he realized that the shy you was a queen. Leading him wonder how you managed to gain that position considering your time was rough. He loves praising you when you retell your story of you came to be.

Loves your flustered state and often teases you when training. At first he wanted to analyze your movement and swordsmanship yet turned into seeing if you can focus on your training if he was throwing compliments left and right. You could not.

You've come to be a bit more relaxed when he's around. Never shying away from his grace and passion to be near you. Often tries to boost your confidence. He just adores you and that won't stop him from his teasing. Even during your match, he'll be supporting you in secret.

[platinumrosetail]

I already picked out the genshin!reader but I wanted to show you the list I had in case y’all wanted to request and see what it would be like to have a different reader from what I had picked.

Also one of them is the one I went with but I won’t say which one it is lol😜 you’re going have to wait and see or have fun trying to guess which one it is 😁 have fun~

Anyway!

X isekai sagau creator!reader

X paimon’s mother!reader

X ship love child!reader

X character!reader

X traveler’s mother!reader

X primordial god!reader (I guess this is technically creator reader the more I think about it)

X sovereign dragon!reader

X abyss herald!reader

X slime!reader

X churl!reader (basically any of the churls from the game)

X abyss mage!reader

X fatui harbinger!reader

X archon!reader

X albedo’s mother(gold)!reader

Oh yea and I might fuse some of these together to make it interesting.

[lilithizhere]

hiiii! so to specify my dabi x jack the ripper fem reader i can make a plotline for you to follow but if you dont wanna follow it then you can change some stuff just pls make sure its dabi x jack the ripper fem reader also this will on with the “dabi is a todoroki” theory

ok so you and dabi met when you were both 8 when you met. the reader still has jacks backstory but instead of staying in london the reader decided to live in japan so they start learning japanese and their culture n stuff

so yeah moving on you two met while dabi was training and the both of you become friends and dabi starts having the feelz untill he ran away

and now you to met in the round 3 of the ragnarok and you recognize him immediatly and then both of you start chatting

so round 4 starts and the lov watches how you fight

(also in this au readers supposed gloves are not volundr but a treasure the reader found in an undergroud civilization in london)

and shigaraki takes an interest in you so after round 4 he offers you to join the lov so you join but under 3 conditions (you pick the conditions)

and yeah you and dabi get close like before and the two of you start dating

also pls dont describe what the reader is wering because i wanna make it different since i want the clothes to be my fav color

thats all and thx lilith😊

- 🌑 anon

Thanks for the Request and I told you I would finish it tonight! Before I go camping! Screw my Depression and Adhd! 😃

Also for This Story the whole world thought you were a guy but when you died from let's say you killed your self the people in the afterlife found out you were a girl.

Dabi x Fem!Jack The Ripper!Reader

*Flashback*

You met Dabi when you both were 8 years old. You lived in Japan at the time with your mother, who was a prostitute. You were outside in the woods playing and running around when you accidentally ran into a boy who was training with his quirk.

"Oops sorry!" You say to the boy you ran into. Sticking your hand out to offer him help to get up. He grabs your hand and introduces himself.

"It's okay!" "I'm Touya Todoroki!" "What's your name?" He asks as he pulls himself up. You told him your name and he smiles.

"I'm gonna be a hero one day to prove to my old man that I can do it!" He says as he smiles. You look at him amazed and you smile.

"I don't know what I want to be... but I do know I want to help my mom! You say grinning at him.

He takes your hand and smiles.

"Let's be heroes together!"

*Flashback Over*

*Flashback*

You were walking on the sidewalk when you saw a picture of Touya and missing on it. Your eyes widen and tear up.

Clearly upset that he is missing when you remember him talking about running away and leaving his life behind and him promising to meet you again.

You ended up going home thinking about his promise and wondering if he will keep it. You hope because he had such a nice warming color.

*Flashback Over*

"The final battle between the gods and humans... ROUND 4! Gods have won two, the humans have one win. And now, please welcome THE STRATEGIC POINT OF THIS STAGE!!

The one that has been reproduced here is 19th Century London... Humanity's representative wanted to fight in this place, and the gods' representative... was kind enough to accept.

In the meantime, 3 million people in the city... WERE TREMBLING IN FEAR! AN EVIL AMONG EVILS!! Feeding the pitch-black darkness in her heart.

This is the first time "Humans VS. Gods Final Battle: On the Road Edition" has been implemented! Now, what kind of battle awaits us at this stage...

Humanity's representative for the 4th round. There she is! ugust 31st, 1888, A.D.... The monster suddenly appeared in the scary darkness. With her sharp fangs, she cut them to pieces and took the lives of five prostitutes.

Completed the 12 labors he was given... A DEMIGOD WHO ASCENDED TO GODHOOD!! 

Their name is... humanity's most famous... MURDERER! JACK! THE! RIPPER!!!

AND NOW! After the gods' insulting defeat by the humans... A perfect victory without a scratch. To make such a challenge, that's... The Nemean Lion, the three-headed watchdog of Hell, Cerberus... The brave hero who defeated it with his bare hands...

The one who brings light to the Heaven and Earth! The messenger of justice... His bravery... is unparalleled! HERACLES!!!" Heimdall announced.

Hercules was mad that his opponent was a serial killer and a woman. "I shall warn you now... Bow down and accept defeat. If you do that, then I swear that I will make Zeus accept it. And you can be saved from Niflhel.

"I do not relish senseless killing... BUT YOU'RE A SPECIAL CASE!!" He says yelling at the end.

Clearly what he means by special case is that you're a woman.

You roll your eyes before saying. "Sir... Allow me to express my gratitude. Both for accepting this arena, and for your consideration... However, unfortunately, I cannot accept."

You say are you grab your fake weapon, a giant pair of scissors. "What?......" He asks in confusion.  "No matter the odds, I shall always accept a duel."

"For that... is the true essence of a gentleman. Allow me to introduce you."

"This... is my weapon. How exquisite." "So, this is a treasue of mine, it could tear anything in existence to pieces..." You say as you cut a lamp post down, shocking the audience.

"Scissors?.." Hercules utters in confusion. He then shakes his head and smiles.

 "...Very well. If that is what you've decided... then I'll answer your resolve with all of my might!" He says but then you run in the opposite direction, confusing him again. "Huh?"

(Time Skip to Where Jack gets impaled by the spiked fence.)

You got impaled by a fence, but this was your plan. It had missed all your vital organs caused you helped guide your landing so it didn't hit them.

You pulled the fence out with a loud, painful cry.

(With the Lov, who are watching in the audience.)

Dabi told the league about you from the beginning and Shigaraki was interested in you and wanted you to join. Toga just wanted a new friend. Twice didn't care.

The rest of the league was either interested in you or liked you.

Then Dabi and the rest sees you get impaled and Dabi's eyes slightly widen, he was scared for you and wanted you to defeat the God in front of you.

Shigaraki that you had a plan from the beginning and he was right because in that moment your hands with the gloves on punch the God right in the stomach and went through him.

Dabi smiles happy but he sees that you got hugged by the got and how he disappeared into green particles.

He noticed a sad look on your face as Hercules turned into green particles and how he smiled at you and the audience.

You bow and say "Ta-da." With slight jazz hands but you put your hand back on your wound from where you were impaled.

People from the audience start to throw rocks at you from killing Hercules and you just take it.

And the he saw you leave, probably going to the Infirmary to get your wounds taken care of.

He walk with Shigaraki and Toga to go to the infirmary, he's excited to see you again.

(Back with you)

You were all patched up when there was a knock at your door and you said. "Come in." In a soft voice.

The door opens and reveals Dabi, Shigaraki and Toga. You knew Dabi was Touya cause you found out along time ago.

They come in and Dabi sits on your infirmary bed. You sat up before he sat down.

"Hey, How are you doing? How does it feel to kill a god?"He asks looking at you.

"Honestly? It kinda sucks and now I kinda feel bad for Hercules, but at least he's not in any pain anymore." You say honestly, kinda wanting Hercules to hug you again and show you the warmth your mother never sincerely gave you.

"It will get better." Dabi says holding my hand in his.

You sat there talking and getting to know how he has been doing and getting to know Shigaraki and Toga.

All the sudden Shigaraki asks you to join the Lov.

"Why don't you join us? You would get to see Dabi and kill the wanna be heroes that only do it for the money." Shigaraki offers.

You thinks about it and agree under 3 conditions.

1. You can help people like saving them or rescuing them when the heroes failed.

2. You won't be ordered around, only if it's an emergency. (Like Dabi's trying to light Shigaraki on fire or Shigaraki trying to disintegrate him.

3. You make your own rules for when you do missions and you do it your way not his.

You eventually got together with Dabi, living a nice life with the Lov and him.

[hannie-dul-set]

IT’S NOT WORTH TRYING TO LEARN OTHER PEOPLE’S LOVE LANGUAGES.

p — MYUNG JAEHYUN x fem! reader. g — humor, fluff, park sungho learns a lesson about minding his own business. w — swearing, death threats (as a form of flirting). 1.5k words.

requested by — @gluion “go kill yourself x “i’m pretty sure they have a crush on me”

note — part of my ship dynamics: insane edition gimmick. this is very the breakup soup coded. i just like writing about a bunch of idiots stressing about the dumpster fire love life of their friend. enjoy.

myung jaehyun’s friends are pretty sure he’s had a very stable, very loving, very normal upbringing.

“stop staring at me, you fucking creep.”

“sorry, i didn’t mean to make your heart flutter. can’t help it when you’re so pretty.”

“i’ll stab your fucking eyes out.”

“my eyes are all yours, pretty.”

so they can’t wrap their head around why he’s acting like he has not a single ounce of self-respect in his body. sungho and leehan watch as their pitiful friend gets shut down again by the most venomous glare, hostile sneer, deflected by the biggest pair of heart eyes in the world that’s ever longingly following your disappearing figure out the library door. “she wants me so bad,” he concludes with a self-righteous smile as he arranges his notes into one neat stack. sungho and leehan share a look. god almighty, please grant their friend wisdom and salvation.

“what...what makes you say that?” sungho attempts to prod. the first step to finding a solution is to figure out the situation. they need to know why myung jaehyun is so down bad for you, and why he’s so convinced that you feel the same way.

“huh?” jaehyun perks up. like he’s genuinely confused sungho has to ask that. “she was so flustered earlier. couldn’t you tell? it was adorable.”

“she threatened to mutilate you…?” 

jaehyun beams. “she sure did.”

there...there is no point trying to understand him, sungho concludes. leehan is, for lack of a better word, getting mildly frustrated. “hyung, what the hell?” he raises. “if telling someone you want them dead is an indication of romantic feelings, then my middle school bullies must’ve been head over heels for me.”

a silence. a pause. “we’ll unpack that later,” sungho tells him. then shifts his attention back to problem child number one. “you. you’re a grown man who has full autonomy over his actions and feelings, and i know that. but as your friend, i just can’t keep watching you being disrespected, jaehyun. i can’t help but get angry on your behalf when you greet her good morning and alll she does is tell you to go fuck yourself!”

admittedly, sungho got a little bit heated at the end there. but he has every right to feel this emotion on behalf of his dense and seemingly unaffected friend— who is still sitting there, a smile on his face, hands on his lap like a patient buddha who has learned the true meaning of peace and serenity.

“sungho-yah,” jaehyun starts with a pleasant hum. “there’s no need to worry. the feeling is totally mutual. i’m telling you, she likes me back.”

speechless.

in fact, sungho and leehan are beyond speechless. they have no idea where this ungrounded certainty comes from. they certainly have even less of an idea on how to fix his lovesickness, bordering on insanity.

so, reasonably— they call for backup.

“the only way for him to get his shit together is if he asks her out for real and finally gets rejected for good,” taesan declares confidently. somehow, they see a point. riwoo lets out an echo of agreement. woonhak asks why they’re all excluding jaehyun from this after school garage meeting. “do you guys know when he’s planning on doing that?”

“no idea,” leehan answers. “but maybe we can pressure him into it.”

“so, should we encourage him instead of telling him to give it up?” sungho raises. taesan affirms. sungho lets out a grunt and a huff. “god, that’s gonna be tough.”

a resounding voice of dissent arises from woonhak. “i don’t get why you’re all going against jaehyun-hyung!” he yells indignantly. “let hyung love whoever he wants! this is a free country! you guys can’t dictate his love!”

“he’s received fuck you’s straight in the face and swears she’s flirting, woonhak. you’re too young to understand.”

it’s four votes against one. woonhak can’t win against his hyung’s determination to save myung jaehyun from his self-dug pit of pitifulness that he’d been in ever since laying eyes on you at the freshman orientation. god, they never should’ve went. he never should’ve shot down jaehyun’s suggestion to just skip it. maybe then, myung jaehyun would still be normal.

but this is not the time to lament and regret. it’s time for sungho to right his wrongs. it’s time to bring jaehyun’s self-respect back, they decide. and it starts with a wake-up call in the form of your inevitable, brutal rejection. 

which, for some reason, does not happen as planned.

“what?”

“we’re going on a date.” jaehyun is as chipper as ever and sungho’s ears are starting to ring. “thanks for the encouragement, sungho!”

it’s ringing. it’s ringing so badly. “wait, what do you mean you’re going on a date?” he attempts to clarify, grabbing jaehyun by the shoulders because this is two-parts concerning, one-part kind of…proud? this guy actually succeeded? “she said yes? she didn’t tell you to fuck off and die in a hole?”

“she did. she looked pretty while saying it.” jaehyun answers with a bright grin. nevermind. this is all parts concerning. sungho “she also told me she’d kill me if i pick her up late after her class tomorrow. we’re going to have dinner at the thai restaurant that just opened. riwoo recommended it.”

sungho does not understand. he cannot understand because you, who seems to hate all of myung jaehyun’s guts for no discernible reason, agreed to go on a date with him? hello? has jaehyun been right this whole time? do you really reciprocate his feelings? or is this just some new form of torture? is his friend a masochist? is he the weird one for making a big fucking deal out of this? is this how relationships work nowadays?

a thought enters sungho’s mind.

hold on a second—

“anyway, i gotta go, dude. a pretty girl is waiting for me.”

—what if this date is a ploy for you to finally get the chance to kill him?

oh my god.

“wait!” sungho’s face is pale. his eyes are wide and frantic. “don’t—don’t go on the date!”

“hm?” jaehyun bats his eyes at him, taking a moment to think. then sparkles in realization. “oh! don’t worry. i’m not gonna show up looking like this. i’m gonna head home first to change.”

“that’s not the problem! jaehyun! no! no!”

this is it, his friend is going to die. that is, unless, he shows up on your date just in time to stop it. yes. there’s still a chance. he knows where the date is happening. he’s gonna tell the rest of them because there’s no way in hell they’d allow myung jaehyun’s cause of death to read stupidity by misconstruing your murderous intent as affection. they are not only going to save jaehyun’s life— but his dignity as well.

“remember, be quiet. be inconspicuous. they can’t figure out we’re here.”

hopefully, things go as planned this time. all five of them are gathered in a booth at the said thai restaurant, the eventual scene of the crime unless they do something about it. sungho is surveying the scene to find where you and jaehyun are seated. leehan nearly trips over his unnecessarily long trench coat while trying to cover more ground. woonhak is using the menu as cover but has since gotten distracted and has started to pick out his order with riwoo and taesan. “hyung, is the khao soi good?”

“yeah, we should order it.”

“what drinks should we get?”

this is hopeless. this is a mess. their best friend is about to die and all they can think about is dinner.

no matter. sungho can still take care of this himself. his eyes scan the main restaurant wing, from left to right, until his eyes double over in a screeching halt to the back of a very familiar round head—

“huh.”

the back of a very familiar round head that doesn’t seem to be facing the threat of decapitation.

sungho sees you and jaehyun sitting across from one another, jaehyun’s fairly loud voice raising over the music and utensils clattering, people chatting and passing by. “you’ve got something on your face.”

“touch my face, and i’ll kill y— hey!”

first of all, sungho wants to claw his own eyes out seeing his friend being disgustingly sweet. second, jaehyun did touch your face with a napkin and it does not seem like you’re attempting to murder him. in fact, you look flustered even. flushed despite the harbored glare, still seated despite your apparent derision and disgust. the back of jaehyun’s head looks exceedingly happy. the dots aren’t connecting. sungho is malfunctioning. 

“should…should we interfere…?” leehan asks, his nose barely peeking out of the trench coat collar.

“i think...i think we should just leave them alone.”

“but isn’t his life in danger?”

“i misunderstood.”

forget misunderstanding. sungho can’t even behind to understand in the first place and has settled that he wouldn’t even try so long as myung jaehyun is happy— happy with being on the receiving end of fuck you’s and go to hell’s in response to his you’re so pretty’s and see you tomorrow’s, happy with getting his advances swatted away and shut down, happy with whatever the fuck is going on between you and him that sungho really can’t just wrap his head around.

IT’S NOT WORTH TRYING TO LEARN OTHER PEOPLE’S LOVE LANGUAGES. © hannie-dul-set, 2024.

[uchu-no-bashira]

Pleasure on his fingertips - Gyomei x Fem!BlackReader

Authors Note: I have been fantasizing about Gyomei’s hands since the Hashira meeting arc. They’re so pretty ✨

TW: Minors Do Not Interact, masturbation, first time, bodily fluids, Black reader in mind, Orgasm Denial.

His hands are so careful.

They lift the weight of burdens unknown, remaining ever reliable in times of need, the same hands that are able to slowly trace your bundle of nerves with a profound tenderness.

His forearms mold around the curvaceous frame of your waist, his fingers gently digging deep into the comfort of your skin to hold you in place. His index swirls playfully, his eyes closed, a soft smile on his lips.

His abdomen put diamonds to shame, unbreakable and formed from the pressure of his training regimen. Who knew they’d act as a support for your back as it arched from anticipation?

One of your palms just barely graze his upper arm, holding gently for support, and he almost doesn’t feel the way your nails push into to the skin of his wrist locked around your waist.

His voice carries the weight of a rolling storm, deep and commanding. But it’s so soft now, with a bass that fills the ear drum as he whispers, “Very good.” After each of your mewls, gasps and whines, the tendons of his wrist move faster as he picks up speed.

His thighs, unyielding and powerful, keep each of yours propped to the side, exposing your torrid, dripping warmth to the frigid contrast of air in the room.

Even Buddha couldn’t save you now, and you didn’t want him to.

The sensation of your body beginning to coil tighter strikes a change in pace as his fingers delve deep into you, exploring carefully as he toils away, pushing deeper; rubbing ribbed, silken walls and hooking his fingers against that spongy surface within when it’s found.

The feeling of you is overwhelmingly wonderful. He’s used to cherishing your form; your cheeks, your ample soft hands, the incredible feeling of your plush, pouty lips on his thumb when he traces over them to get a vivid description of your face.

But this new side of you, this intimate exploration, is almost too much to bear. The heat radiating on and around his finger with each soft nudge into your flower sends a riveting chill up his spine. The slow, careful insertion of his fingers had his jaw slacked in awe and his attention at full capacity.

His favorite sound? Right now there are plenty, like the gush of slick squelching around the base of his fingers, but the number one thing that stands out is the wind being forced out of your voice box and caught in your trachea.

That soft, pleasured “Gyou!—“ is halted by the feeling of lips crashing against yours, the salty taste of tears from his eyes linger on your taste buds as his tongue dances along yours.

He sensed your hymen breaking a few moments ago and he felt terrible for doing such a thing, but - per your request - it was what was to happen when you asked him to pleasure you with those thick fingers of his.

A soft, fluttering clench coerces him to pull back and tend to your engorged nub once again, slowly letting your high come to a medium, and holding it there with each careful roll of his index and ring finger.

He felt so honored, to have been the one to do this first. He’d never felt anything like it before. His eyes close as he continues his ministrations, stimulating himself with a new softness foreign to his fingers.

As you’re gasping from pleasure - dazed from the lingering promise of euphoria - his lips break from yours and in a soft, pleading, husky tone, he requests only one thing:

“Not yet. You feel so lovely. Please don’t cum yet… Just a little longer.”

[strawchocoberry]

DISTORTED DEVOTION 

I’m about to take you back to church

kinktober 2024 — day five

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ featuring. togame jo x fem reader

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ content warnings. smut, size kink, corruption kink, virginity loss, cunnilingus, voice kink, fingering, dirty talk, orgasm denial, nipple play, dacryphilia, breeding kink

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ synopsis. confession from the old cathedral — word count. 2k

The silence in the cathedral this late hour is both calming and unnerving. Your friends had dragged you to participate in the Devil’s Night event organised by the Horsemen, but if you were honest, you weren’t that interested. So, during a split up, you got separated from them, claiming that your favourite Horseman was rumoured to be hanging out in the cathedral. Of course, none of them got in your way. 

And now you’re here, sitting silently inside the confessional, waiting out the event. Time seems to be passing slowly, until you hear footsteps. Your breath hitches and you remain silent, thinking that someone just came by to check if there’s anyone here. They’ll leave once they notice “nobody” is here. Yet instead of leaving, the footsteps only seem to be getting closer to where you are. The door to the other side of the confessional opens and you feel a strong presence entering. 

Your first instinct is to run. Who other than yourself is so crazy as to come to this old and forgotten cathedral? However, your body is glued to your seat, unable to yield to your brain’s command to “move”. 

“I know you’re there,” you hear a low, featherlike male voice. “You don’t need to pretend you’re one with the confessional.” A small gentle laugh. 

You fumble with your skirt, not quite sure whether you should reply to him or not. You didn’t expect anyone to show up; what you told your friends was a mere lie to get yourself out of the game. Is this some sort of twisted divine punishment? Mentally, you pray for him to leave time and again. 

“You’re not going to reply? How rude.” He laughs. 

Seeing as he doesn’t seem to be leaving any time soon, you decide to be the first one to see yourself out. When you stand up, the wooden floor underneath you creaks a bit. 

“Oh so you really are there.” There’s a shift from his side. “And here I was thinking you might be a ghost.” 

“A ghost?” you ask. “That’s stupid.” 

“While that might be stupid, you’re still rude for ignoring me.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “On. Purpose,” he enunciates. 

You narrow your eyes, looking through the thin wall separating you, as if you’re trying to put a bullet to his head with your gaze. “I’m leaving,” you announce, your hand stretching to reach for the handle. 

“Not even an apology. I guess I found myself a rude girl tonight.” 

There’s something in the way that man is speaking so slow and chill, as if he’s in a constant state of nirvana, that irritates you. Who is he? Buddha? 

“Sorry for ignoring you,” you blurt out curtly. “There, happy now?” Your voice betrays your impatience to leave. 

“Mmmm, no, not quite.” 

“Huh?”

“You were going to leave without apologising. And then you apologised so forcefully. Your words didn’t have an ounce of honesty.” 

He is literally getting on your nerves. You could easily walk out and sprint your way out of the cathedral, but you can tell he’s now messing with you. And you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he makes your skin crawl; even if he does. Letting go of the handle, you sit back down, pressing your back against the wall and looking at his direction. 

“What do you want? An honest apology? Sorry, can’t.” 

He laughs, again. 

What’s his deal? How can he be so laid-back? 

“If you’re just going to laugh, I’ll leave.” 

“So feisty. It makes me wonder what secrets you hide.” 

There’s a change in the atmosphere. You cannot see his face, but you can feel that something about him has changed. You just can’t put your finger on it. 

“So, will you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“One of your secrets,” he replies. “Think of it as your honest apology for being rude earlier.” 

You cannot tell if he’s joking or if he genuinely expects you to share something so personal to a complete stranger. 

“Why do you want to hear one of my secrets?” 

“As I said, it’s your apology,” he repeats. “Besides, we’re inside a confessional. Don’t you think this is a proper setting for you to confess a secret?” 

You remain silent, losing yourself in your mind, trying to think of something, anything, that you can tell him. As long as it’s true and harmless. You won’t see each other again anyway. And yet, the more you try to unearth the safest secret to confide to this stranger, nothing comes to mind. 

The words leave your lips before your brain can even register what you just said. “I’m a virgin.” 

You don’t even know why from all the things you could have said, you blurted that one out. You could say about how you stole candy from your cousin when you were kids and he wasn’t paying attention. Or how you had cheated on one of your exams. Anything, anything, would have been better than that. 

There’s a long, extended silence between you, before you hear him sigh and stand up, the wood underneath him creaking. He opens the door and you close your eyes, relieved. He’s going to leave. 

Or at least that’s what you thought, before he swings your door open. As the dim light of the moon illuminates his face, your eyes widen in recognition of the “stranger”. Togame. Togame Jo. 

You watch him come inside the confessional, trapping you into the cramped space, and drop to his knees. He spreads your legs as much as he can, hiking up your skirt to reveal your panties. Togame kisses your inner thighs, goosebumps erupting all over your skin. You’re looking at him like a buffoon, unable to move or think. 

“I can change that,” he whispers with a dark smirk on his lips. 

Before you even realise it, his fingers hook around your waistband and pull your panties down. He takes them off your ankles and stuffs them in his pocket. You flinch when he runs his long digits up your folds. His smirk only grows bigger as your slick coats his fingers, your cheeks blushing when his eyes meet yours. 

“Hmmm…” he murmurs. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already this soaked for me?” 

His words make your blushing intensify. You avert your gaze nervously, looking anywhere but him. “I-It’s… your voice…” Once again, the words leave your lips without permission. 

“My voice?” Togame asks, licking his fingers clean of your arousal. 

“I-It’s turning me on,” you respond, trying to press your thighs together. 

But he doesn’t let you, holding them nice and spread for him. 

“Too bad, because I’m dying to hear your voice.” 

Before you can decipher his words, Togame dives between your legs, his tongue darting out to lick a fat stride up your folds, getting a better taste of you. Quickly, you bite down on your lip to muffle your moan, then cover your mouth with your hand. Looking at him, you see the displeasure written all over his handsome face. But that doesn’t seem to deter him, as he starts making out with your pussy. 

“You taste so sweet, little one,” he says, taking a moment to bathe in his reflection in your eyes. “I could eat you forever.” 

Togame sucks on your clit, toying with it and sharing open mouthed kisses with your cunt. He manages to earn a few muffled cries and moans from you, but he’s nowhere done yet. His lips focus on your clit, while he stuffs your pussy with his fingers, pumping them in and out, curling them up and repeatedly hitting that one specific spot inside you that makes you clench around him. And as much as you try, ultimately, you can’t help but shamelessly moan. 

“So pretty,” Togame murmurs on your cunt. 

He continues eating you out and you feel a strong feeling building up inside you, about to snap any moment. And when you’re so so so close to it, he steals it away, pulling back away from you. He observes you, the flushed cheeks, the heaving chest, the parted lips, the mess he’s made of your sweet pussy. And that’s nothing. He’s about to make an even bigger mess. 

“I-I…” 

“Hmm?” he responds, standing up. 

But you close your mouth, embarrassed. “I-I didn’t cum…” is what you were going to say. But it doesn’t matter. How foolish of you to think he’ll actually fuck you. Of course, he was just messing with you. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, yet you’re stubbornly holding them back. You want to ask him to give you your panties back, although you doubt he will. So, you just sit there, in the confessional, feeling overly self-conscious and so damn sexually frustrated, praying once more that he leaves. 

You squeal when Togame wraps his arms around you and lifts you up, taking you out of the confessional. You cling to him, afraid that you’ll fall off. You feel his taught, broad shoulders flex underneath your delicate touch. He carries you all the way to the altar, where he lays his Shishitoren jacket and then lies you down on your back on top of it. You must be looking at him with a mix of awe and fear, because he bursts out laughing. 

“Don’t be scared, little one,” he coos, pressing himself between your legs. 

Only now do you realise just how much bigger he is compared to you. His hands lift up your shirt and pull down your bra, revealing your perky nipples. He takes one in his mouth, biting it and making you whimper. 

Togame looks up at you and leans closer, his soft lips capturing yours in a sheering kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck, keeping him close. You bite his lip as revenge for him leaving you hanging earlier and he groans against you. You try to pull away, yet he grabs the back of your head and forces you on his lips. 

And then you feel it. He’s so slowly pushing himself inside you. Your entire body tenses at the intrusion, tears springing free from your eyes. You hit and scratch his chest, trying to push him away, but he doesn’t badge. Only when he’s fully inside you does he break the kiss, looking down at you. 

“You look like a wounded kitten,” he says, wiping away a tear. 

He remains still for a few moments, giving you time to adjust to him. But the way your pussy is clenching around him, throbbing with so much need to be fucked, he can’t stay in control for long. Togame runs his hand through his hair, pushing it back, as he looks down at you. He grabs your waist and starts thrusting inside you, slowly, yet hard. 

“Fuck… Sorry, I can’t resist pounding your little cunt,” he jokes, your whimpers and cries about it hurting filling his ears. 

Togame shuts you up by kissing you, his thrusts only becoming harder by the second. And at some point you cannot differentiate pain from pleasure. Upon this altar, you willingly offer up your body to this demon, who hasn’t even shown you his true colours yet. Your moans are chants meant only for him. He can’t help his smirk when you start begging him to let you cum. Because unlike before, you feel like you’ll die if he denies you this time. 

He loves the way you look at him, as if he’s God. Grabbing your hair, he leans closer to your head, resting his forehead on yours. “So pure… Yet already so corrupted by desire.” 

His thrusts are impatient, his own orgasm nearing. You scream his name as you feel yourself coming undone all over his cock, the sight of your face etched in blissful ecstasy triggering his own orgasm, hot ropes of cum spilling inside you. 

Togame leans closer, his lips brushing over yours. “You’re mine.” It’s not a request. It’s an order. One he seals with a kiss. 

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[cottoncandy-cult]

Record Of Ragnarok

Buddha

Artistic Touch - Tattoo Artist! Buddha x Reader

Tameemon Raiden

Familial Ties - Raiden x Chubby! Reader

Shiva

Necessary Steps - Shiva x Daughter! Reader

Tough Talks - Shiva x Reader

[an-idyllic-novelist]

Buddha: You’re askin’ me what’s my type? I dunno, someone who’s nice and isn’t afraid to talk back to anyone, especially a punk-ass god.

*sees Shinobu!reader towering over Inosuke, who is kneeling on the ground and trembling from fear as the Insect Hashira proceeded to chew him out for jumping on top of Tanjiro moments after he had woken up from his coma, amongst other things *

*Buddha’s mouth widens in shock, the lollipop falling out*

Buddha: That one. I want that one.

[bones4thecats]

May I ask Buddha x fem reader who is very sweetly angry? She is small and has a pretty face. For example, when she finds him under a tree, after learning that he escaped from the ward and was not treated, she frowns and starts stomping her foot like an angry rabbit.

A/N: This was so damn cute!! I thought my heart was gonna explode writing this! I hope you enjoy this!

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🍭 Oh he loved how cute you were when angry!

🍭 You would get all angry and your face would get all red

🍭 Your husband was known for disobeying many, including the entirety of your fellow Gods

🍭 Buddha had been in severe condition, and when you heard from Brunhilde that they couldn’t find him, you just sighed and walked off to find the man you somehow called yours

🍭 He sat underneath the same tree that Zeus confronted him at, and you just gritted your teeth when he groaned in pain

“ I should’ve stayed in the infirmary for a bit longer… “ “ Yeah, you should’ve. “

🍭 He jumped and looked at you with a nervous smile, trying to explain what he was doing here, your anger may be cute, but your punishments were fairly mean

🍭 Buddha held his hands out in front of him as he tried explaining yourself, in which you laid in on the ground, since you could tell he was still hurting

“ Buddha, we have talked about this far too many times. You need to stay in the infirmary when you’re hurt! No exceptions! “

🍭 Your cheeks were getting slightly red as he smirked at you

“ Aw~ You’re so cute when you're mad, my sweet! “ “ Huh?! Were you even listening to me?! ”

[platinumrosetail]

Ok so I just got done making the visual design for the Y!ror men x genshin!reader book (sadly not the Buddha x magi!reader book as I’m still working on that cause I didn’t like the first beta design of it).

Also I want to mention that I might genderbend some of the adult female characters ;specifically shiva’s wives and maybe eve if I decide I want Adam as a love interest, reason why is because I can’t write for female as it’s uncomfortable for me to think romantically about females so yea please bear with me on that.

[written-in-flowers]

Be the Light: Pt. 3 (SeongjoongxFem!reader)

Pairing: Hongjoong x Seonghwa x Fem!reader | Side pairing(s): Ateez x Fem!reader.

Word Count: 6k

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

AU: historical!au, arranged marriage!au, royalty!au

Summary: YN has spent her entire life in service of Han Sookmyung, Queen of Hanseong. She never dreamed above her station, or that she'd ever be in reach of Sookmyung's concubines, 'The Golden Ones'. But, when secrets are brought to life, her world is turned upside-down.

Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, heavily referenced torture (briefly), heavily referenced abuse (briefly), heavily referenced sexual abuse (briefly), enslavement, slight gaslighting, lost sibling, political drama, historical drama, joseon!au, concubine!ateez, nsfw content, virgin!reader, polyamory, polygamous, throuple, threesome m/m/f, oral sex (m. and f. receiving/giving), cunnlingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, virgin sex, virginity discussed.

Taglist: @scarfac3 @tunaasan @lelaleleb @sevngmin148 @meljoongiee @puppyminnnie @sunasmoke22 @kyourixr @yoongiigolden @lynnsqueendom @atinycafe @soocore @ethereally-lyann @blackbutterfly133 @ddaeing @pearltinyy @raviollirin

Huge thanks to my lovely beta reader @daesukiii 💕💕

Part 2 < | > Part 4

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The palace temple was built by the first King of Hanseong, one of Sookmyung’s ancestors, many years ago. Walking through the temple’s zen garden, a small pond area guarded by stone statues of gods, Hongjoong and Seonghwa did not meet anyone during their walk. Hardly anyone visited the palace temple anymore, and since Sookmyung did not care about it, the area became overgrown by wildlife and dense foliage. Both men struggled to find the path at times, and once or twice one of them ran into garden snakes. But, eventually they saw the stone and wood structure in the middle of a clearing. Hongjoong saw a stone buddha statue eroded by age and weather in front of several kneeling cushions on the ground. The place overall carried a tranquil silence that he worried might break at the slightest sound. He’d expected they’d be alone, but he’d been wrong. 

Sitting in her usual wheelchair, Queen Mother Jisoo sat with her hands folded over her lap and head bowed in prayer. On a cushion beside her was Chaewon, her handmaiden. This sudden appearance of Sookmyung’s mother raised their suspicions. The small offerings placed in front of the statue implied she visited often, and she appeared entirely at peace. Hongjoong looked at Seonghwa, and saw the caution in his eyes. They walked slowly and quietly behind the two women, taking their own cushions and sitting in silence. Hongjoong wondered how long the pair planned to be here. What if their contact backs away because he saw Jisoo and Chaewon? Then, he’d never learn of their plan. He’d considered leaving and waiting in the bushes before another figure joined them. 

Senior Advisor Choi Wonshik. He came unaccompanied this time, in his usual official robes and gat. A quick glance to them with a bow was returned before he took a cushion beside Hongjoong. Another person to scare off his contact. Hongjoong had given Seonghwa a look before Jisoo spoke first. 

“What do you pray for, Hongjoong?” 

Jisoo’s voice broke the garden’s tranquil silence, as soothing as the water falling into the pond nearby. Hongjoong and Seonghwa looked at one another, then at Wonshik, who smiled serenely with his head bowed. Chaewon showed a similar expression, not looking over at him or anyone else. He thought about what he could possibly say to Sookmyung’s mother. It’d be wrong to tell her ‘your daughter’s downfall’ out loud and to her face.

“For home,” Seonghwa said from beside him.

Hongjoong whipped his head over to him, but Jisoo spoke first. “As do all of us,” she beckoned Chaewon to stand, and the woman moved to turn her chair around and face them. The lines around her mouth and her eyes showed signs of a woman who’d laughed and lived well. Her eyes, while similar to Sookmyung, did not hold viciousness but rather warmth. 

She smiled at them both, “This country is my home. I spent many years of my life dedicated to leaving it better than when I first came into power. I pray for its safety and wellbeing every morning, afternoon, and night. I pray that the crops will be fruitful this harvest, and that we will never see another war or famine again. My prayers are the only thing left to me since my daughter was crowned queen.”

“It is the only thing many of us have left,” added Wonshik. “I pray for strength,” he told them, “And for patience. I pray that one day the dignity of The Crown is restored, and that when people see our banners, they do not cower in fear but instead feel comforted.”

“I pray for the good health of the people,” said Chaewon, “And for the protection of my daughter, YN.”

“As we should,” said Wonshik.

Suddenly everything made sense. He looked over at Chaewon, then Wonshik, then at Jisoo.

“We may speak plainly,” Jisoo declared. “I told the guards to leave this place, and this temple has been banned since Sookmyung became queen. This means you can remove those ridiculous veils and let me see your handsome faces."

Tentatively, Hongjoong and Seonghwa removed their veils and Jisoo beamed brightly at them. She examined Seonghwa first, clearly admiring his jawline and wide eyes. Hongjoong saw her nod her head in approval. 

"Just as handsome as you are intelligent," she concluded. "One might have thought you'd been sculpted by gods if they saw you." 

Seonghwa bowed his head appreciatively. She did the same with Hongjoong, studying his features closely. His cheeks blushed being observed like a painting or statue sold at auction. He looked over to Wonshik, who appeared to be doing the same from where he sat. But, it was Chaewon who spoke.

"He looks like a true prince, doesn't he, Your Majesty?" She grinned fondly. 

"No, not a prince," Jisoo said. She met his eyes when she said, "A king." 

Her words left him speechless. He eyed her closely, searching for a lie in her face. This woman is Sookmyung’s mother; her being part of a resistance against her sounded too good to be true. Hongjoong never knew Jisoo to scold or criticize her daughter. More often than not, she remained neutral and kept to herself in the palace. Seeing The Queen Mother was rarer than seeing a concubine. He couldn’t imagine her wanting to depose her own child. When she moved away, he spoke. 

“What did we meet here for?” he asked her, “To talk of prayers? Changbin’s message mentioned another heir.”

“How can that be?” Seonghwa asked after him. 

“Sookmyung has a twin sister.”

The news shocked the two men. “A twin?” Hongjoong furrowed his brow, “Where? How? If there is someone walking around with Sookmyung’s face, then they would’ve been found before now.” 

“I married King Siwon when I was nineteen-years-old,” she started. “Being the King, Siwon had a multitude of responsibilities. I only had one: to produce heirs for the throne. I’m sad to say it was the only thing I could not do. Siwon and I spent five years of our marriage trying for a child, and failing. Every pregnancy I did have never carried to term or came out ill and died or was a stillborn,” Hongjoong saw the discomfort in her face speaking about it. “I felt like a failure. I loved Siwon, and I knew how much he wanted a child, and I’d disappointed him. Those snakes at court began whispering that perhaps I was barren or I had a disease preventing me from having a healthy child. I had to do something. I knew if I failed to produce an heir, they might demand an annulment and Siwon and I would be separated forever.”

“So, what did you do?”

“I prayed,” she answered. “I prayed right here in this temple. Chaewon was there,” she lifted a hand which Chaewon took in her own, “And she prayed with me. I prayed for fertility, for a healthy child, and to bring honor to my family. The next time Siwon and I made love, a month later I was declared pregnant. I spent most of my pregnancy bed ridden, since I feared the slightest movement might make me lose the child inside me. The physicians checked on me night and day, giving me herbal teas and acupuncture treatments for the baby. It was a painful experience, but Siwon said the result would be worth the struggle.” She then said, “Then, on the fourteenth night on the eighth moon twenty-four years ago, I finally gave birth to my child. She came into the world crying and screaming, and by all accounts was perfectly healthy. I’d done my duty to my family, and I’d finally gotten the one thing I’d always wanted: a child.

“But then, I felt another pain and the physician said I was going into labor again. Out came a second girl, quieter than the first and whimpering softly, but also completely healthy. Siwon saw the crisis before anyone else did. He said he’d seen dynasties be torn apart by a succession dispute…” she paused, gulping thickly as she said, “And said one of the girls would have to go.”

“What? That’s awful,” said Seonghwa softly. “He forced you to part from your own child to avoid a war over the throne?”

“That’s what he believed he was doing,” she replied. Chaewon put both her hands on Jisoo’s shoulders, and the queen touched one of them still. “I knew he was right. My own family went through a similar struggle when my father died, and I did not wish to see my children be torn apart because of a silly chair. I told my husband I understood his reasoning, but I did not wish to be fully separated from my child. I begged him to let the girl remain in the palace; I told him we can pass her off as somebody’s else’s child, and nobody would have to know outside of a select few. The girls looked nothing alike, so it wasn’t as if anyone would suspect.” 

Hongjoong sensed the end of this story, and he couldn’t believe it at all. 

“Then, I turned to my closest friend,” she smiled up at Chaewon, “Who’d held my hand throughout my labors and been there every step of the way. She’d suffered similar fertility issues with her husband, who couldn’t produce enough sperm to give her a child. I offered the younger of the two to her,” she looked back at them, “And she’d live as Chaewon and Hyungshik’s daughter instead.”

“YN…” your name escaped his lips softly. “No, that’s…YN and Sookmyung could not be any different from one another. Firstly, their appearances alone are vastly different, and their demeanors…YN, she’s…She’s too sweet to have shared a womb with a monster like Sookmyung. How would you have kept this from other servants? Gossip spreads in this place like wildfire. If Queen Jisoo had two twins, people would have known in seconds.” 

“And if Chaewon didn’t have a child one day, was never pregnant, and suddenly produced one,” added Seonghwa, “Might raise suspicions.” 

“I told people my husband and I adopted a baby from the city orphanage,” Chaewon said. 

“And the only people in the birthing room that night were myself, the king, the physician, Chaewon and Wonshik,” Jisoo replied. “Everyone involved was sworn to secrecy. Physician Yoon passed away some years after the twins’ birth, so it was one less person. Han YN became Park YN, and she has lived as Chaewon and Hyungshik’s adopted daughter ever since. I demanded that YN and Sookmyung live side-by-side like sisters, being companions as children before YN became her handmaiden.” 

“It was His Majesty’s wish that YN be educated alongside Sookmyung,” said Wonshik. “I think when Sookmyung’s nature began to show, he started regretting his decision to separate the twins. I suggested he reveal his deception to the people, and claim YN as his daughter, but he refused. He was too proud to admit he’d made a mistake, and too optimistic that Sookmyung’s wild behavior was a phase she’d grown out of in adulthood.”

“He also feared what Sookmyung might do if she found out she had a sister,” Jisoo admitted to them. “You two saw what she’d done to those who had claims to the throne, no matter how distant. I knew telling her would put YN’s life in danger.”

“Then why are you bringing this to light now?” asked Hongjoong, appalled by their confessions. “Sookmyung is the queen. She is the most powerful person in the country. She has men who will torture and kill people at the first word, and will not hesitate to do it herself. She’ll kill YN and get away with it,” he couldn’t keep the panic out of his voice. “We can’t let anyone else know. If Sookmyung should ever think YN is-”

“-Sookmyung needs to be stopped,” Jisoo cut him off firmly. “I love my daughter. I have loved her despite her faults and wrongdoings. I did my best to raise her to be a proper lady of the realm, and prepare her for her ascension. But, I must accept the truth: my daughter is not the person I’d hoped she’d become.”

“She never was,” said Wonshik. “Ever since her girlhood, Queen Sookmyung has been vicious, manipulative, aggressive and cruel. You cannot deny this, Your Majesty,” he told her, “I told your husband that naming Sookmyung his heir would be a mistake.”

“Then who would he have named? His incompetent brother? His people-pleasing sister?” she snapped at him. “I don’t know if you remember, Senior Advisor, but my daughter had most of my husband’s family killed during the war. There are so few claimants left, and they’d be too frightened to challenge Sookmyung.” She turned back to Hongjoong, “YN is our only hope at saving this kingdom from open warfare.”

“Warfare? Do you believe the rebels are strong enough to engage?” asked Seonghwa, sitting back on his haunches and putting a hand to his chin thoughtfully. “From what I’ve always understood the rebel forces to be ill equipped and nothing more than commoners with pitchforks?”

“And that is the exact image we want Sookmyung to have,” Wonshik told him. “I can assure you that the rebels are more than farmers and fishermen. Her Majesty and I have managed to rally some supporters from the other cities. Daegu, Jeonju, and Pyongyang have all given their support to our cause, and minor lords in Gangwon-do and Jeju-do gave theirs as well. I have close friends here at court who will be on YN's side when we finally usurp Sookmyung.” 

“It will not be an easy transition, Senior Advisor,” said Seonghwa. “The people only know Sookmyung; they do not know YN. If they hear she is a twin, they may assume she shares Sookmyung’s behaviors. I don’t know if you’re aware, sir, but Sookmyung forces YN to participate in the torture and abuse a majority of the time. It’s a strange intimacy the both of them have. They might believe she’s the same or worse.”

“Which is why we must show them that YN is tender-hearted and gentle,” he replied. “Have her go into the city, meet her people and speak to them face-to-face. Reinstate the protection laws and charities Sookmyung banned or removed. She can repair damages done across the kingdom and lower taxation and those ridiculous tributes Sookmyung demands. The people will see that she is vastly different from their previous queen.”

“And she’ll have something Sookmyung has not had in the eight years of her reign,” said Jisoo. “The thing her advisors have hounded her about for years.”

“What?”

“A husband,” she eyed Hongjoong when she said this. “Not only a husband, but a husband who’d been a prince of Wonju, the rebel base and rallying point of the rebellion.”

“Should peace be restored, I’d return to Wonju to rule,” said Hongjoong. “My whole family is dead. There’d be nobody to take my place.”

“That is not entirely true, young prince,” Wonshik said. “There is your cousin, Jeongin.”

“Jeongin?” He lifted an eyebrow. Hongjoong remember his youngest cousin, and said, “He was killed by Sookmyung’s guards the day they sacked the city.”

“No, he wasn’t,” he said. “Wonju loyalists managed to smuggle him out right as the fighting began. He has been living in the countryside ever since. The people in charge of him have been preparing him to be your steward in Wonju. You would be here with YN, ruling at her side, while giving him control of Wonju in your place.” When he saw Hongjoong’s hesitation, he added, “Jeongin is the same kind, caring boy you remember. He would make a great steward.”

“And it’d rebuild the alliance Wonju and Hanseong once had,” said Jisoo. “I don’t believe Wonju’s bannermen would agree to any ties with Hanseong without a marriage pact. Even if you have not been in Wonju, the people there still stand with you, Hongjoong. You are their king. You can be my daughter’s king consort, be at her side and guide her.” She then grinned slyly, "Unless you do not want her?” 

"Of course I do," he blurted out without thinking. "I mean, I do like her. I think YN could be a good queen with the right counsel, but Sookmyung…" 

Hongjoong did not want to imagine what horrors she'd have in store for you. Sookmyung held you very close to her heart. Should she believe you're conspiring against her, she'll see it as the deepest of betrayals. Hongjoong refused to let her dangle you from a ceiling or shove you in a horrific box. He'd kill her before he let that happen. 

"What are your plans for Sookmyung?" Seonghwa asked when Hongjoong failed to respond. 

"She will be arrested and put on trial," said Wonshik 

"On what charges?"

"Crimes she committed during the war," he explained. "The murder and torture of prisoners of war,  purposefully attacking civilian towns and taking hostages are only a few named."

"You cannot arrest a queen."

"You can if she has been deposed," he corrected him. "If the council decides Sookmyung is unfit as queen, she will be replaced by YN, therefore removing her titles. Up until now, most of the officials feared retaliation from her for speaking out, but I have convinced the Head Advisors to join me."

"Is she not supposed to be there when the ruling is made? That is part of the law."

"Smart boy," Wonshik smiled at him, "But there is a loophole in this law."

"Is there?"

"The ruling monarch does not have to be present for every council meeting," he said, "And Sookmyung never comes to any of them. We always come to decisions on our own, and present them to her for approval."

"And this ruling can be made during one of these meetings," concluded Seonghwa. "She will not go quietly, you know. She will try to flee."

"We have no doubt about that," he replied. "Do not worry. I have many things in place to make sure she is detained."

"And when is this supposed to happen?"

"Tonight."

"Tonight? So soon? Why?"

"Because it is crucial we do it as soon as possible," he said. “Her Majesty will set up a place for Sookmyung to be, we will wait until she is unsuspecting, and then confront her. We will have supporters around us to step in if need be.” 

"The only person we are waiting on is you, Your Grace," Jisoo said to him gently. "Will you accept my daughter’s hand in marriage and be her king consort? Help us reunite the kingdoms and restore peace?" 

His eyes began to sting. Nobody had called him 'Your Grace' in a very long time. He didn't think he'd ever be called that again. Thinking deeply, Naeun came to mind. If he refused, everything she suffered would be for nothing. He remembered her lifeless body laying on the hard straw, broken bones protruding from her skin and her eye swollen shut. She died with the hope that one day her home will be as she remembered. Hongjoong then thought of you. As your king consort, he could be around you whenever he liked. He could speak to you, laugh with you, kiss and hold you the way he dreamed. You would be his, and you could restore the kingdom together. 

"Yes," he nodded. "Yes, I will."

For home.

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"-He kept crying all the way back," she huffed. "I thought, being a man, that he'd have a higher tolerance for it."

You knelt at Sookmyung’s side by the low dining table. The afternoon light shone in through the open windows, their borders creating shapes on the floors. Along with it came a cool spring breeze that kissed your warm cheeks. You hated it when Sookmyung recounted her nights in the dungeon. It sickened your stomach, and only brought on more haunting visions. You laddled egg soup into a bowl for her, stirred it around a few times, then placed it in front of her. 

“You’re a woman and you have a stronger stomach than him,” she said, spooning soup into her mouth. 

“I am sure Hongjoong was only overwhelmed by experiencing so much so quickly,” you told her. You sliced toasted bread, putting a small pot of honey and jaw in front of her. “You should have started small, perhaps The Box or The Bull. You know, an act he doesn’t see but hears instead. It lets his mind fill in the blank spaces.” 

“Hm,” she mused, sipping more soup from her bowl, “I suppose you’re right. I may have been a bit hasty in my excitement to show him the chamber. I thought…” she hesitated, “I thought he might understand. I thought he’d enjoy it the way we do.” She pondered over her soup, pushing the strings of egg with her spoon. “I was wrong.” You saw her fingers grip the spoon tightly, her eyes narrowed at the bowl as it’d wronged her.

“Things like the dungeon take a bit of getting used to,” you told her. “I am sure with time, he will come to enjoy it with you.” 

You sat back on your legs and watched her eat. Your own stomach growled quietly, and rumbled in your gut the longer you lingered on the food. The porridge you’d eaten this morning had since been digested, and left you hungry again. You did not know what plans Sookmyung had for the day, since she never concerned herself with the day-to-day work of a queen. The advisors usually held meetings in the morning, then approached her with their decisions some time in the day. Having started her day late, you’re sure they’ll wait until much later to discuss any rulings they’ve made. A part of you believed the council made decisions and put them into action without Sookmyungs’s knowledge sometimes. It is not as if she cared anyway.

“You’re the only person I can share my chambers with,” she said. “You’re the only one who understands.”

Unfortunately, she was right. While Sookmyung’s ‘experiments’ and ‘delights’ haunted your dreams and churned your stomach, you’d begun to understand why she must hurt others. It made sense when you thought about it. Relishing in the pain of others gave her a gratification she couldn’t find anywhere else. Hurting them, controlling when the pain began and ended simulated a power reserved for gods, and not men. You often stood by as she forcibly shoved a man into a box full of venomous scorpions and spiders, and saw the glee in her face. You’d see her carve a man’s face off to place maggots on the red flesh, then stand to watch him writhe in agony. It was abhorrent to anyone else. It was fun for Sookmyung. The fact that her treasured flower did not revel in the torture with her must’ve upset her deeply. Hongjoong having cried at whatever befell the assassin angered Sookmyung. Watching her stir her soup around before eating it, you worried she might decide she no longer wants Hongjoong.

He may end up in The Box next. 

“Will you take him back there?” you asked her, pouring milk into a cup for her to drink.

“I wanted to, but the assassin died in the night,” she scoffed. She ate another piece of kimchi, chewing on the fermented vegetable before saying, “You should have seen her, YN. I think you would have admired her resistance.”

“Did she reveal any information to you?”

“No,” she shook her head, “Those rebel bastards should start finding smarter people. The guards say they found her climbing over the garden wall, waiting in the trees by the corner. You’d think an assassin might be smarter than that.”

“Hubris,” you said, “That was her mistake.”

She grinned, “And stupidity. What made her think she could ever possibly put her knife to my throat?”

“Pride or desperation. One of the two, I suspect.” 

Sookmyung then changed to another topic, a smirk lifting a corner of her mouth, “You never answered me last night.”

“Your Majesty?” you dug your nails into your skirt. Another test was coming, you knew it.

“I asked if San was your type.”

“I told you he was not, Your Majesty.”

Your cheeks burned recalling the previous night. You are certain Sookmyung had no intention of letting you lay with one of her flowers. She only wanted to embarrass you further in front of people. Like with her victims, she controlled your life. She’d also control any lover you took up. She’d kill them if she didn’t approve.

“YN, I cannot find you a proper husband unless you tell me,” she said irritably. She then sneered, “Or, maybe, you don’t like men at all.”

“Wha-what?” your eyes widened at the implication, and you shook your head. “Your Majesty, I assure you I do prefer me-”

“-There is nothing wrong with liking the same sex, YN. There are places all over the world where women couple with women,” she cupped your chin so you looked at her. Her thumb traced your bottom lip line as she said, “I sometimes wish I’d been the boy my father had wanted. Then, this marriage situation could be easily solved.” She moved away from her bowl to sit closer to you. You shivered as her fingers pushed stray strands of hair away, “I could marry the prettiest, loveliest woman I know, and make her mine.” When you looked away in embarrassment, she cackled, “Such a flustered little virgin. There is so much you do not know.”

“Your Majesty…”

“It’s sweet.”

The sound of footsteps made you jump away from her, but she stayed in place. A knock on the door made her grunt frustratedly.

“Go see who it is, YN,” she said, “Then tell them to leave. We have places to be later, and I need to get dressed.”

You were all too eager to go. You are not a naive child. You know women can be romantic with other women; there is nothing wrong with that. You’d seen Sookmyung nude many times over the course of your servitude, and you wouldn’t say she was ugly by any means. Any true naive person would think she is a goddess with her slender curves and hips. The only problem for you was that said woman is sadistically evil. You reached the door, and slid it open to reveal your mother and Queen Jisoo.

“Your Majesty,” you said, heat rising in your cheeks again as you bowed, “Good afternoon. What brings you here?”

“My daughter,” she replied stiffly. “Is she finally awake?”

“She is,” you nodded, “But she has a busy schedule ahead of her, so she must be getting dressed now.”

“Psh, as if that will stop me,” she replied. “Chaewon, wheel me in.” 

With a beckoning gesture over her shoulder, your mother wheeled Jisoo into the room where Sookmyung sat on cushions by the low breakfast table. You trailed behind, not meeting her eyes, and remaining silent.

“Good afternoon, Mother,” Sookmyung said with a false grin, “I hope you’re feeling better. YN was just telling me you hadn’t eaten much yesterday.” A lie that Queen Jisoo did not believe for a second.

“I am, darling daughter,” she said, “But my health is not why I’ve come here. I am here to tell you that you are to clear your afternoon schedule today.”

“Why is that?”

“I have invited lords from Daegu, Jeonju, and Pyongyang as well as sons of your bannermen to our banquet pavilion today. It is about time you stopped fiddling with those poor concubines of yours and settled down with a husband.”

Sookmyung glared at her, “I do not want a husband.”

“I’m afraid that your wishes are no longer a concern to anyone. You are a queen, and a queen must have a king.”

“I do not want a king.”

“Why? Because then you’d have to actually share your power with someone? Because there will finally be someone restraining these ghastly, deviant urges of yours?” her mother accused. “I have made excuses for your behavior for years and years, Sookmyung. When people at court called you improper and promiscuous, I told them you shared your father’s fiery passion. When they said your conquest brought nothing but poverty to your people, I said that you united the kingdoms under one rule and brought forth strength to our armies. Even when you rebuilt the dungeons, to toy and defile people you deemed criminals, I told them that you were passionate about justice.” You heard the frustration rising in her voice, and flaring in her dark eyes. “People have begun to talk, Sookmyung. They say that one day soon, you’ll become pregnant with an illegitimate child and bring shame to our throne.”

“Who cares?” Sookmyung groaned, “Any child I bare would have my blood. Why would that make them unworthy?”

“Because a bastard has never sat on our throne-”

“-I don’t want them, so why does this matter?”

Jisoo sighed, “Sookmyung, I understand your hesitancy to marry. I had my reservations when my mother approached me, but I made it work. I did my duty to my country and my family.” Her eyes shifted over to you, sad and full of regret. It struck you as strange. “But, in order for our family to continue, you must produce a legitimate child. A child of royal, noble blood.”

“I hate children,” she spat, glaring back at her mother, “They’re whiny, snotty, and annoying.”

“You’ll feel differently when you have a child of your own.”

Sookmyung then gave her mother a grin that unsettled you. It was the same mischievous smile she’d given when she misbehaved. She stood up from her seat, and said, “But, what if I have found true love at last, Mother? What if I have found someone I wish to spend my life with?”

“You-You have? Who?” the queen asked, shocked.

Sookmyung moved over to you, standing behind you with arms around your waist. She placed her head on your shoulder as she said, “YN.”

Jisoo scoffed, “Oh please, Sookmyung. You cannot marry YN; she is a woman.”

“Women marry women all the time, Mother, when they marry the same husband,” she said. “YN and I can marry the same man and he can give her children instead.”

“As true as that may be, our clan has never indulged in such practices,” she said. “Besides, any child YN has will be considered…” she searched for the words, “Hers. Not yours. You are the queen, so it is your children who should-”

“-I am aware of how succession works, Mother!” Sookmyung snapped, her voice pinching your eardrum. “I have told you explicitly time and time again that I do not wish to have children or to marry. YN is perfect for it. If I marry her, her children will also be considered my children.”

“Should you marry a woman, it cannot be YN,” her mother said.

“Why not?”

“She is your handmaiden, love. She is not…” she paused again, “She is not suitable for you. She is not of noble blood.”

“Psh, wow,” Sookmyung snorted, “I thought I could be cruel. Did you hear that, Chaewon? My mother thinks your daughter is unworthy of me.”

“My daughter is a servant, Your Majesty,” your mother told her. “She’ll be marrying someone of her station like a stableboy or a blacksmith. A woman of your rank, Your Majesty, should be marrying a fine lord or a prince.”

“There are no princes left, you fool,” Sookmyung sniped at her.

“There would be if you hadn’t slain them all,” interjected Jisoo. “Enough of this foolishness. You will come to the pavilion today and greet your suitors. I give you until the end of the day to make a decision. If you do not choose one, I will choose one for you,” she said sternly.

“You wouldn’t-”

“-I would,” she cut her off. “This childish behavior of yours is coming to an end. You have been a queen for eight years, and have not even considered any suitors for yourself, so I must do it for you. I am giving one chance. If not, consider yourself lucky that you have not been dethroned.”

“You bitch!”

Sookmyung grabbed a small ceramic vase and flung it in the queen’s direction. Jisoo shielded her face in time to avoid any serious damage, but you still saw the disbelief in her eyes.

“I hate you!” Sookmyung grabbed another object, this time a small dish, which was dodged when your mother pulled Jisoo away. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” 

“Your Majesty, please!” 

You managed to grab her wrist in time to stop her from taking up a third object, which gave your mother time to wheel Jisoo away. “You can throw tantrums all you want,” Jisoo called from nearby, “You will get married or live to regret it.”

“What did you say, you-”

You kept Sookmyung from following her mother out by the waist. “Your Majesty,” you called over her grunting and growling, “Please enough. You will only make things worse for yourself.”

“For myself?” she twisted out of your grasp and turned on you, “I am the queen, you idiot! What sort of consequences could I face? What can that old, useless woman do to me?”

“I-I don’t know-”

“-You never know anything,” she hissed. “Just as stupid as you look. I am the queen. Nobody can touch me. Nobody can make me do anything I don’t want to do. I don’t have to marry anyone. I don’t have to have children. I don’t have to do anything that those stupid, old men in the council want me to do.”

“They only have the country’s best interest at heart,” you explained, keeping your hands together to stop them shaking. “They’re not doing it to hurt you or make you unhappy. Having a child would ensure your family name and legacy continues onward,” you took a moment to think, then said, “How can you make sure your dungeons and practices remain in place if somebody else takes up the throne? With a child of your own, you can make sure they share the same beliefs as you about crime and punishment.”

“I hate children,” she gruffed. 

“You don’t have to like them. You don’t even have to take care of them; you can have a wet nurse look after them for you. You only have to have them.”

“I don’t want to marry any of those men.”

“I’m afraid it must be one of them.”

Sookmyung’s palm collided with your cheek sharply. The pain burned on your skin, but you did not dare flinch or wince in front of her. “You do not get to tell me what I can and can’t do,” she snarled. “I do. I am the queen." She smacked you again, “Say it. Say I am the queen.”

“You are the queen,” you squeaked.

“And you are my slave.”

“And I am your slave.”

Sookmyung smacked your other cheek, then grabbed you by the collar of your jacket. “I should throw you in that chamber. I think you’d remember who you are after a few days in there.”

Your eyes stayed on hers, and you trembled in her grasp. She could do it. You knew she could. For the briefest moment, you saw yourself laying nude in The Box, screaming and clawing at the wooden door as insects and arachnids crawled all over you.

“But no,” she released you and stepped away, “You’re not hard-headed like the other idiots around here. Dress me, and then we can meet these stupid suitors.”

“You…You will meet them then?”

“Might as well,” she shrugged. “Maybe we can find a husband we both like.”

“Both of us? Your Majesty,” you followed her to the bedroom, “None of those men would want to marry me. I am a servant.”

“You’re my servant,” she noted. “If they marry me, they’re marrying you too.” She held her arms behind her back so you may untie and remove her robe for her.

You gingerly touched your left cheek, and felt a small welt where her ring struck you. It pinched when you touched it. “What about your flowers? If you marry, you may not be allowed to have them.”

“I’m never giving them up,” she said, “Not for anyone. I worked too hard to obtain them.”

“Your husband may not like that and dismiss them from the palace. As king consort, he’d be allowed that right.” You’ll admit, you liked the idea of her flowers being set free. They’d all be able to live the lives they’ve always wanted freely and happily. 

“I’d kill my flowers before I let anyone else take them from me,” she said. “Grab the red and gold dress.” 

“Shall I call in the others?”

“No. I can’t stand them.”

“As you wish.”

“Because I am the queen.”

“Because you are the queen,” you repeated, giving a nod of your head before disappearing into the nearby closet. 

In the privacy of the walk-in closet, you pretended to search the shelves for the appropriate box. Sookmyung kept all her hanboks in boxes with their descriptions on the side. You already knew where her regal dress was, but did not reach for the box. Your back pressed into the opposite shelf and you took deep, silent breaths. Heart pounding in your chest, you tried your best to calm it before Sookmyung heard you. Like a feral animal, she grew tense the second she sensed fear. You hated this feeling, but it came regardless. You hated that your life was at her mercy. 

One mistake, one false word, and she’d throw you into a torture cell.

***

A/N: The conspirators have finally met!! I am so happy you guys are enjoying this fic so far. I know it's complex and elaborate, but I really love historical dramas and period pieces, so I wanted to write one for ateez. Please, as always, feel free to like, reblog, and comment <3

Also, sorry if some tags aren't tagging. Idk why.

[lint-beetle4]

Netflix Monkey King? I want to try. Of course when u get done with other requests😃

I would like to request a Monkey King x female celestial reader headcanons that contains fluff, slight angst and romance. Reader can be shy or any personality u want. If u do shy, they comfort Monkey King saying he doesnt need to be powerful or a god to fit in(trying to remember the plot from memory).

But I hope u do stay safe😊

Celestial Chaos (Netflix!Wukong X Fem!Celestial!Reader)

You hated the monkey that disrupted the celestial realm

Since its birth, the stone monkey had gained a name for itself, challenging gods, defying the heavens and terrifying spirits

The thing was clearly a force of chaos, a force of evil that refused to relent its tyraid

Despite it all, you couldn't help but feel pity for the poor Monkey King, the Sage that tried to fit in with heaven

It was clear his pride was merely protecting him, sending him whispers that he was enough, because he made himself be enough

The demons that fell to him proved his worth, but you knew the celestial realm wouldn't allow anyone of his nature in

Heaven only allowed obedience and order, traits the foolish sage could never have in his state

You weren't too different from him, if you could rationalize it too much

Your shy nature made you invisible, overlooked, excluded

People thought you were either uninteresting or too pompous to converse to the other gods

You never believed their words, but they still stung

You could only imagine how the sage felt when he fought his way to heaven only to be met with scorn

You did your best to soften the blows, acting in solidarity of someone who knew how the generals and gods could be

The foolish monkey became smitten, looking up to you like heaven didn't matter

In the back of your brain, you could say the same

A foolish monkey in your eyes transformed into an honest, proud man who was in over his head

His quest for power was a call for help, a plea that someone would accept him

You were briefly aware of the little mortal that followed him, ill intentions in the way she held herself, yet guilt consuming her

You could only hope that she would help the monkey

In the end, she revealed her true color, bound by a deal meant to bring the king to his knees

the foolish dragon didn't know the price he would pay, and neither did Wukong

With Wukong's revolt, you watched in horror, pleading to him, begging him to stop and calm himself

Yet, he was overcome with power, and the heavens did the only thing they could do: summon Buddha

In the end, Wukong was sealed, but a hidden blessing had been given to you: you were tasked with feeding him and ensuring he survived--something no other celestial wanted to do

You gave him snacks, peaches and all sorts of food that you could find, knowing the celestials wouldn't watch you--a lucky trait of being a doormat is that no one knows your small acts of defiance

As centuries passed by, the king had been freed, tasked with a journey

You had a recent mission to grant blessings to nearby village plagued by drought, and on your way there, you were met with a pair of arms hugging your from behind

There you saw him, your Wukong, the Sage Greater Than Heaven, freed at last

[boonsmoon]

Could I request Buddha and Qin Shi Huang (seperate if its okay) with fem reader that has bunny ears and a bunny tail (some smut if that's okay :3)

As per this post, I said I won't write lime/lemon, that includes smut However I will write sfw headcanons for both men Fair warning: I haven't read the manga, so pray for my Qin

Request Chungus Masterlist Record of Ragnarok Masterlist Buddha x f bunny!reader, Qin Shi Huang x f bunny!reader Genres: Headcanons|Fluff|Romantic

Funny Bunny

Buddha

Now let's go with the quick assumption you're a spirit of some type, that means you've probably been in Valhalla your whole life

With this, you have most definitely seen Buddha around

He chills with nature and you kinda are nature?? You may have even hung out with him before Ragnarok started

Either way, you both didn't get along at first

Yeah you kinda look like a bunny, but you aren't one... having him give you carrots all the time got pretty insulting

Eventually you snapped and told him that the ears and tails didn't limit what you could eat, plus carrots aren't even nutritional to rabbits!

He has promoted you to broccoli, but he ain't sharing that candy

Yes, you two are like the cutest couple, but also happen to be the sassiest

For a spirit you sure can carry the wrath of a god

He will pet your ears but consensually, we don't talk about the last incident

Overall, y'all are just some silly, go with the flow fellas, 10/10 couple

Qin Shi Huang

Bro I'm gonna be honest, neither one of y'all remember how you met

One day he just spawned and you had to learn to tolerate him

You still question how a blind man was able to snatch your ears and feel them, how did you not see him there?

It doesn't matter now, he wouldn't dare do such a thing now

At least when he shares food it's a decent variety, you've been upgraded to fruits and even meat if you want

Not quite a power duo, but more of a "fuck around and find out" couple

He has to skills to back up his confidence, you have deception to hide your abilities, kinda OP if you ask me

You will actively rant to him about how humans clearly don't understand food and animal compatibility

You've never gotten a carrot from him, not even indirectly, purely from your ranting

This is a fair relationship though, so he rants back about gods being absolute idiots

Overall, y'all are an unstoppable force in Valhalla, there is no immovable object for you two, also 10/10

praying these turned out decent

i got a bit silly with this one if you couldnt tell