#buddha x male reader

[vividc4ndy]

Could you do the ror characters with a male human fighter reader who has the personality of jade west or Nicole (class of 09)

Gods

Loki

Poseidon

Buddha

Romantically

I can certainly try! I didn't play or watch Class of 09 so I looked at some clips as research! I'm sorry if this isn't romantic enough. 💔

I also just realized I made it more gender neutral. :(

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Loki finds you absolutely hilarious. You're so gutsy and just unpredictable! Like him, you make things go your way, one way or another. He probably doesn't even mind when you talk to him that way, instead just giving back that same energy. "My, my! Quite the mouth you have."

Buddha REALLY enjoys bickering with you. Even though it's unserious and the two of you are just playing around, he gets really into it. He'd mimic your way of talking, even around other people. Right after, he'll ruffle your hair and pat your head affectionately. "You get worse and worse each time. It's great!"

Poseidon sees you as insufferable, in an interesting kind of way. He likes it when you talk back, because it shows that you'd actually put up a fight. You're the one person who he sees as someone even CLOSE to being on his level. (Even though you're still beneath him.) Watching you talk back to others makes him feel proud, even when it's more vulgar back talk. "...How disgustingly bold."

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I got a smut request if it's alright what about Dom mean buddha from record of Ragnarok x sub male reader who kept purposely kept riling up Buddha with touches and bending down in front of him because male reader "dropped" something and finally after male reader grinds his ass against Buddha he cracks and fucks male reader roughly against a wall telling male reader to shut up before they get caught 🙇‍♂️

— Stay quiet —

{𝐃𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫} 𝐂𝐖: 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜, 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐡𝐚, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞), 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 (𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 ��� 𝐆𝐨𝐝)

{𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞…..𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?}

“(M/n)……” 

You looked back up at your husband innocently while your hands were trailing up his shirt. 

“Hm? Yes Buddha?” You hummed with a smile while pulling your hands away from your husband's body.

“You’re really pushing my limits sweetheart” 

Your chuckle echoed through the hallway of your palace and you moved your hand to squeeze your husband’s biceps “Am I? But I’m not even doing anything…” you pouted and Buddha pulled you into a hug till your back pressed against his chest. 

“Don’t act all innocent” He grumbled, his hot breath brushing against your ear causing the hairs on your neck to rise, a slight shiver went down your spine but your eyes twinkled with a mischievous look.

“Are you upset?…~” You hummed with a teasing grin as you grind your ass against your husband's crotch causing him to stiffen up. “No need to get so angry!~” You stuck your tongue out at him and placed your hand on your husband so he’d loosen his grip around you. 

“I’d love to continue chatting with you, but I do have a meeting to attend…! So if you don’t mind letting-“

You were cut off when you suddenly felt yourself being pushed up against the wall of your hallway, you shivered feeling the cold wall press against your skin. You felt the god behind you tighten his grip around your waist in one hand and the other one kept you pinned against the wall. 

“Don’t think you’ll get to walk away from me like this” Buddha growled from behind you. His hand quickly went to the hem of your pants and tugged them down along with your underwear in a swift move.

You let out a squeak feeling the cold air hit the lower half of your bare body and felt your face turn red realizing that you might have pushed your husband's buttons a little too hard.

“Ah!- Wait B-Buddha!” 

“Shut up” 

Buddha pulled his pants and underwear down, letting them fall to the floor as he pressed his semi-hard cock against your plump ass. “You don’t get to complain after the stunt you pulled” He grumbles as he grabs a handful of your ass, creasing the soft and plump flesh. Hearing you moan in response only made him grin wider as he pressed his cock against your entrance. 

You gasped feeling his cock press against your entrance before he went in with one go, You choked out a moan feeling him stretch you open. You clawed at the wall in front of you while panting, Feeling your legs already shaking from how full you felt.

Meanwhile, Buddha moaned from how tight you were, both his hands were now placed on your hips with a strong grip, probably gonna cause bruising later.

Your husband didn’t waste any time and immediately started thrusting into you. You moaned feelings him pull out only until the tip of his cock was left inside of you and then slammed back into you harshly.

“Fuck….you’re so tight around me…I bet you like this don’t you?” You heard your husband growl against your ear. You could only whimper and moan in response as he fucked you against the wall.

“Answer me brat. Your the one who kept touching me and bending over like that! This is what you wanted isn’t it?”

A whine escaped your throat as your cock twitched at your husband's words. All you could do was let out a weak yes as his cock started hitting your prostate repeatedly.

“Lord (M/n)!!!! Where are you??” A voice called worriedly

“My lord your gonna be late for your meeting!!”

Your heart dropped hearing your servants’ voices yell across the palace trying to search for you. You softly moaned and looked back at your husband with pleading eyes, hoping he would take mercy on you. But all you were met with was your husband biting your shoulder harshly.

Your breath hitched in surprise as you let out a groan, whining now that your husband wasn’t taking any mercy on you.

“If you don’t want to get caught then stay quiet” Buddha mumbled against your shoulder as he continued with the rough thrust deep inside of you. All you could do was let out a sob and quickly covered used your hand to cover your mouth, trying to muffle your moan so you wouldn’t get caught.

The knot in your stomach tightened up from the cock inside of you, abusing your prostate. Buddha let out a deep grunt while cursing out profanities behind you, feeling you suddenly tighten around his cock.

His pace quickened as he began to chase his orgasm, louder and more animalistic grunts left his throat as he fucked you. The loud sound of skin slapping didn’t help either. You glared at your husband who was being too noisy and pinched his arm which didn’t seem to faze him one bit.

“S-shut up…You’re too loud!”

“I’m close……~”

Buddha's cock twitches inside of you causing you to let out a hitched moan, You looked at the small pool of pre-cum under you, your face turning a deep red at the sight. With one last thrust, the knot in your stomach popped. You threw your head back against your husband's shoulder and let out a high-pitched moan as you came against the wall.

Buddha let out a deep moan before cumming deep inside you, he continues thrusting into to ride out his orgasm before stopping completely and resting his chin on top of your head as he panted.

Your legs gave out causing you to fall, but Buddha quickly wrapped his arms around you holding you up as you both tried recovering from your orgasms.

A loud shriek echoed through the hallway as there stood one of your servants with a beet-red face, their hands covering their eyes as they stammered “M-my L-lord!?!??!”

“I told you to stay quite sweetheart”

“I’ll will literally beat you”

[recreationalfanfics]

yandere Buddha, Poseiden, and Thor fall in love with a sea goddess darling that already has a husband.

Maybe add a "please" next time but I get what you mean!

I also decided to make it that the husband is a mortal, just for that extra bit of spice.

Yandere! Buddha:

Before Buddha joined the Valkyrie's side, you were one of the Gods who openly protested against the destruction of humanity. Buddha already had his eye on you but this only confirmed deep in his mind that you...you were absolutely perfect. You were always so graceful and elegant, taking everything in stride. When the God's side jeered and hissed at you, you still kept your head high and winked playfully at the human's side. When Buddha announced he was fighting for humanity, it was you who greeted him first.

"I knew you were different," You smiled kindly, "I'm glad the power of being a God didn't go to your head."

Your praises brought a smile to his face, and he chuckled at your words.

"I could say the exact same to you." He retorted. You shrugged, "I mean, of course I would. My husband is a human after all!"

....H...Had he heard you correctly?

You had a husband? Buddha's heart fell in his chest but his face remained it's usual relaxed expression. You thank him again for his allegiances and leave him standing by himself in the middle of the hallway. He chomped down on the lollipop in his mouth and a small muffled "crack" could be heard, his eyes hardening and brimming with the ugliest emotion a human and a God could have...

Jealousy.

- Buddha isn't against humanity, he's just got a thing against your husband specifically. This is shown whenever you bring him around and such and Buddha will always smile at you and nod his head respectfully to your husband but...something is off about his aura. Something that makes your husband anxious but nod back with a timid smile.

- Pathetic. Puny. Weak. Unfit. Unworthy. UNFAIR. These were all the words that would pop into Buddha's head whenever he saw you with your lover. The way you smiled at him, the way you laughed at his jokes, the affectionate kisses and embraces that he wishes so badly to be his.

- What attracted you to him? What is it that you saw in him? While Buddha appreciates the uniqueness of all mortals, this man was absolutely the most boring and normal person he's ever met. So how...how could he have captured your divine heart?

- Was it just because he was human? If so, Buddha used to be human too! He wonders if he still was one, he would be the one by your side. He would be the one who gets to wake up next to you and hold you tenderly in his arms.

- But he wouldn't be able to protect you, as well. In fact, neither was your husband. The more Buddha thought about it, the more angrier he got. He's glad that you chose to fight for Humanity but if HE were your husband, he wouldn't have made you fight. He would've volunteered himself instead, regardless of his power or strength or not.

- During your match, he glares at your husband as he cheers you on and watches you fight instead of being in your place and doing it himself. Every injury you receive, Buddha blames it on your husband who yelled your name and was clearly concerned...just not concerned enough to switch places with you.

- Buddha would have done so if it wasn't for Brunhilde, who seemed to notice his behavior was rather odd as of late, so she kept near him to keep an eye on him. So instead, Buddha just glares at your so-called "lover" as he silently calls him a coward in his head.

- Buddha would try to break you two up, he knows he shouldn't be meddling in your relationship but he'll try to plant seeds of doubt in both your mind and your husband's until one of you can finally see reason and break it off with the other.

- "Humans don't live as long as we do, you know?"/ "It must be hard being married to a Goddess, it must be hard to understand her at times." are all things he says.

- He wouldn't outright kill your husband, maybe set him up to be killed, but never kill him himself because he knows that if you ever found out, you'd never forgive him and that risk was too great.

- So he'll be patient, manipulating the both of you with doubt and planting new insecurities in hopes to make your relationship crack and crumble. If not, he could always play the long game and wait for your little human to die...wouldn't it be a shame if you expected his puny little soul to come to you, only to find out it mysteriously went to Niflhiem?

- It would be so devastating for you, poor thing. Don't worry, your beloved ally Buddha was here to comfort you and be your shoulder to cry on. Unlike your husband, he has all of eternity to make you his.

Yandere! Poseidon:

You and Poseidon may have been sea gods, but you two were extremely different in how you ruled your shared element. You represented the beauty of water, the elegance of the calm waves splashing along the coast, and the balance between all life and plants that grew. Poseidon was the harsh tidal waves and tsunamis that destroyed everything in sight, the harsh storm that sunk the ships of many, and his love for you was as deep and dark as the trenches that lay at the very bottom.

"Poseidon, I wish to have a word with you." You spoke through gritted teeth. The prideful God only stopped walking away from you but he turned his head to the side to silently let you know he was listening. You cut to the chase, "My husband nearly had another fatal accident when he was sailing. I had made it so the conditions were safe and peaceful for him, but suddenly it all changed without warning. Were you responsible?"

"Yes." He responds truthfully and instantly, unfazed by your irritated expression, "That is the risk you take when you have a mortal lover, humans die everyday."

"So do sudden changes in the sea happen everyday the exact moment my husband is too far from me to help?" You shot back.

Poseidon smirks and then turns his head forward, continuing to walk away from you.

"If you're so concerned about your husband, maybe tell him to avoid the seas." He responds coldly before thinking to himself, and the Goddess that watches over it.

- Poseidon knew about your husband from the start, he was there to witness your disgusting little love story play out in front of him and trust him when he said he tried to stop it. Tried to stop YOU from making the biggest mistake of your life.

- He knew mortals had a short life span and that, in God years, he wouldn't have to wait horribly long for your little human pet to die but it was unbearable. That rotten worm shouldn't even be able to breathe near you, nevermind, share your bed and feel your love.

- The God of the Sea had harbored feelings for you for so long, he did not pine and yearn for you in silence just so some wretched little ant can have you!

- It really is unfortunate for your poor husband that the one God who was practically obsessed with you had a burning hatred for humanity as well and he'd make it known without any shame.

- Everytime you call him out or speak against him for it, he doesn't address you, but your husband as he glares at the trifling little welp and says: "Must you always have her fight your battles, shrimp? You're her husband, aren't you?"/ "Poseidon, I am talking to you."/ "And I am talking to the useless little worm that you chose over me!"

- Poseidon is indeed petty because while he does love you, you've also badly injured his ego. Why not him? He was strong, powerful, and beautiful. You both even ruled over the seas, together, you'd be such a beautiful and powerful couple! But no, you had to be foolish and pick a mortal as your lover.

- Poseidon will end that human's life span whether you like it or not because in his mind, he is not the interloper in the relationship. It is your husband that is standing between him and you and the God of the Sea doesn't take kindly to obstacles that keep him from your side.

- He wasn't surprised like other Gods when you had chosen to defend humanity. He was disgusted and dissapointed, but not surprised.

- He will not interfere in your battle at first. He's rather smug whenever the God you're fighting with lands a hit on you and he shoots your husband a look. Pathetic, absolutely pathetic that the only thing the measly being can do is yell words of encouragement. When an injury seems a little too brutal, Poseidon will then interfere in the fight, DARING the other gods to oppose him.

- "Remember this moment, (Y/n). Remember how it was me who stepped in and not the husband that claims to love you so much. Think about this every night you lay next to him about how I had to save you and he was ready to stay on the sidelines and willing to watch you die."

- You are his. He is yours. This not a delusion that his mind created (even though it is), it is a cold hard fact. One that you and your disgusting cowardly lover need to see. He will not stop until he has you or until your lover is dead, or both.

Yandere! Thor:

Thor always felt his icy indifference melt when it came to you, someone who wasn't easily intimidated by his aloof demeanor and actually seemed to enjoy being around him. Perhaps your conversations where one sided, perhaps he didn't seem as excited to see you as you saw him, but you knew. You knew he had to love you, right?

Apparently not, because you only viewed him as a close friend and as a result, he was invited to your wedding ceremony as a guest of honor. For all those countless centuries of "friendship" you two had shared, centuries that meant more to him than mere friendship. Yet, he still attended your seaside wedding and to at least get a glimpse of the God who had stolen you away. Only to realize it was no God, but a human.

A small insignificant human.

You had the God of Thunder at your feet but you kicked him aside for some weak little human!?

He's cold and icy, per usual from everyone else's perspective, but you sensed something was off about it and how it wasn't his usual behavior. You always knew Thor better than most people. Yet, you brushed it off in favor of getting married to the small insignifact little lover of yours, and Thor watched with rage boiling in him as you both sealed your vows with a kiss.

His kiss.

The one he should've shared with you.

- Unlike the other two who try to interfere with your relationship, Thor will not. He is a man of honor and will respect your marriage...to the best of his ability.

- And unlike the other husband's from the last two scenarios, the one you had was a fighter. A good and strong one at that, a bit reckless for his own good, but it's what balanced you two out. Thor hated to see it but even he couldn't deny that he somewhat the appeal from your perspective.

- This human was better at expressing his emotions, had long winded and endless conversations with you, and was not afraid to show his affection to you. If...If Thor had been a little more like him, a bit more expressive...then would you have chosen him?

- He'd've changed a long time ago if he had known, he would've done anything to go back in time and stop living in this Hell. He so desperately wanted you but he simply couldn't have you, not when your husband was in the picture.

- Yes, he planned on waiting for your husband to die but it felt like every single kiss and every single action of love you two shared made time painfully slow and that his heart wanted to leap out of his chest, to tell you everything in hopes he wouldn't have to wait as long as he has to.

- Thor was not good with his feelings, only able to express them freely on the battlefield. But the battlefield of love was a bit harder for him. His storms were violent and there was a pain no magic or healers could fix, a pain he was convinced would heal if he only heard the words "I love you, Thor" from your lips.

- Loki is no help, because he tries to push Thor into snapping for his own sick amusement. I mean, his own cousin and Prince of Asgard allowing his crush to be stolen away from some human who can fight good? Please, it was hilarious to think about but also, he was curious as to how what Thor would do if he just...gave him a little nudge off the edge.

- Ragnarok's arrival was the perfect time to do so. You opposed humanity's destruction and joined their side, unsurprisingly, but your husband wouldn't fight alone. He presented the idea of being chosen a champion of humanity to Brunhilde and while you were upset he did so behind your back, it was just another reason you loved your stubborn human.

- When Loki found out about this, he presented the idea to Thor who just frowned. Your husband was a man of great bravery, it was no wonder you adored him, but Loki just snickered as his stupid cousin didn't realize this could work out in his favor.

- "After all, you're too much of a goody-goody to ruin their odd little union but...it would truly be a shame if something happened to her husband if he just bit off a bit more than he could chew going against a God. (Y/n) couldn't even blame you, not if she thought you were forced to fight him."

- And he had a point. For once, Loki made sense to Thor, perfect sense. So he managed to convince his father to have him face off against your husband first.

- He stared at you, your face conflicted for it was your dearest friend against your beloved husband. He then looked at your husband, who had a determined look and a sad smile on his face. Thor already can see his soul being sent to Niflhiem, how you'd need someone to comfort you and how Thor would pretend to feel remorse but was only doing what his father expected of him, how you'd be too vulnerable and upset to be angry and collapse in his arms.

- You will finally be mine, he thinks to himself as he charges towards your poor spouse.

[platinumrosetail]

Hii I was wondering if I could get a part 2 of my last request(The male Cheshire cat reader one), basically the same thing as my last request but with Poseidon, Buddha, Jack and Hermes instead?☺️

Sure! I’ll try my best with it!! Also they accidentally put Poseidon but they meant Thor as I already did Poseidon in the first part.

Warning: noob author, male reader, and others.

Characters: Thor, Buddha, jack, hermes.

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Thor:

You two met through his cousin; Loki, who thought it would be fun to introduce his friend to his cousin to see how he would react as Loki wanted a reaction out of Thor as he’s always so stoic and quiet.

You try to play pranks on Thor like Loki suggested but Thor usually ignores you or pick you up like a cat and put you someplace else and walk away.

It makes Loki pout as Thor usually threatens him or bonk him on the head with his fist so seeing Thor not do something similar to that with you made him pout childishly though this also confirms that Thor does have a reaction to you like he’d hoped for so that’s more than enough as it would give him ammo to tease Thor more, which made you laugh at his thinking process.

You continue to hang around Thor more this time without Loki wanting a reaction as you yourself start to wonder what expression Thor could make and what gets him to make them.

So as the saying goes; curiosity kills the cat, and of course satisfaction brought it back as your results came out to a 100 percent success as you seem to have gotten him to react to some of the things you did and said.

One of the things you did and said was how you would end up having to go to another person to prank and bother as you’ve grown ‘bored ‘ of his no reaction, that got a reaction out of him, a jealous one, it was hard to tell but you were able to detect that it was indeed jealousy that he was displaying which meant your plan worked on getting his reaction.

You teased him once he quickly realized that you were only joking and was lying to him, he thought it would be best to shut you up before Loki heard and started teasing him as well by kissing you which indeed; thankfully to him, as it left you shocked that he did such a thing considering his personality resulted in him teasing you back on why you went quiet, you pouted at him for that before a grin popped back on your face with a chuckle.

Buddha:

You two met through Loki though he didn’t actually introduce you two to each other more like you found Buddha and introduced yourself to him.

Reason why is because you’ve heard so many rants from Loki about how he doesn’t like Buddha and you wanted to find out if it’s just Loki that doesn’t like him or if buddha is a jerk.

You come to find out that Buddha wasn’t a jerk but someone who is like an adolescent but still an adult or in this case a god.

You enjoyed his thoughts and presences, confirming with yourself that it was just Loki being Loki and such.

You two played pranks on each other and others and eat snacks together and did all kind of things.

You kept this a secret from Loki as you knew he would go on about how you were ‘cheating’ on him with Buddha and you didn’t want to deal with that right now which got a laugh out of Buddha when you told him about it.

You two flirt with each other to see who can get the other flustered and in a stuttering mess, Buddha wins almost all the time there was a few times you won but not as much as Buddha.

Jack:

You met jack by accident, you were just teleporting from to places randomly without any place in mind so you ended up in his room.

Jack was obviously surprised to see someone randomly appearing in his room you not so much by how you’ve done this while teleporting bored so it didn’t really phased you.

You decide to take a break from it and leave the normal way but jack stopped you to offer you some tea, you didn’t decline as this might bring you some entertainment and plus you were getting thirsty even if you’re a god and they don’t need human needs you still like to dabble in them.

You and jack talked about lots of things, like how you were friends with Loki and what that brings to the table and about gossip that you heard while being invisible and teleporting to and from places which got a laugh about what you heard from Jack and the prank’s you’ve done and have planned.

You told him about the book that was inspired by your pantheon called Alice in wonderland and even gave him a copy that you had gotten from the human world as it was a good and interesting read.

You two decided to stay in contact and have more of these maybe even invite a few guest to join the tea party once in a while though it’s usually just the two of you most of the time but you wouldn’t have it any other way as it’s fun talking with jack.

Jack also enjoys it as well as he can see the colors you’re making is genuine of how you’re feeling when you two talk and have tea parties.

Hermes:

You and Hermes get along as you both gossip about the latest rumor or what you’ve both heard from yourselves.

You two have tea parties with just yourselves as it’s most likely that whoever you invite is the very person you two were going to gossip about so you both didn’t bother.

You pop in on Hermes many times when he does his job as the messenger of the gods (correct me if I’m wrong on that 😅) and chat as he does so though you don’t talk when you both finally arrived to his destination to whoever he needed to give or receive a message to.

Hermes is always very intriguing about your powers and want to know all about them and what they can do.

You two flirt together with each other nonchalantly until either one of you is flustered but Hermes is always so smooth at it that it always leave you flustered.

You two also talk about the gossip in the human world when you go to visit the human world for fun, you of course convinced him a few times to come with you and hear all the gossips from random humans lives.

You also told him about how you have a book written in inspiration of your pantheon and gave him a copy to read for fun, that’s another thing you two do, you either get books from the human world or god world and have a book session making fun of some of the characters and just talking about it.

(A/n: hope y’all like it!! I’m kinda getting burned out for record of ragnarok and it doesn’t help that I’m having a hyper fixation on other fandoms at the moment so please request for another fandom if possible at the moment everyone 😅 please and thank you! Anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

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after midnight | carmen berzatto x reader

summary: chicago is expensive, okay? so you pick up a job outside of the restaurant which just so happens to involve your camera. everything's fine until richie stumbles upon the website and shares it with camry.

contents: perv!carmy, male & female masturbation, sex toys, dirty talk, cam sex, slight dub-con kinda if you look for it. carmy’s honestly a wreck. mentions of unprotected sex, choking, oral sex, overstimulation. please note!! no formal intercourse takes place yet but it's cuming coming but ya girl wants a slow burn

reader description: she/her pronouns, there is semi a hair scene but i use no real descriptors so still vague!

word count: basically 3.9k

author notes: first fic in a year baby and boy did i lose the plot!! filth!! also i sure love saying fuck in this so enjoy that

part two

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Richie’s voice is annoying. It echos, ricochets off the walls, and can’t be contained by even the highest quality of sound proofing. Which is why, at 8 in the morning, Carmen’s already considering having to take Excedrin as Richie bursts through the doors. 

“Carmy, Cousin, you’re never gonna fuckin’ believe what I found last night.” He’s out of breath after running in, fumbling around with his phone in a rush to pull something up. He’d spent all night contemplating if he texted Carmen or waited to show him in person. Ultimately the urge to see his reaction won but that didn’t stop Richie from waking up before his alarm out of excitement. “Listen, we’re both grown ass men so I’m gonna say it -“ he’s glancing around to make sure they’re alone, “- So I’m laying there and jerkin’ my shit, right?” 

Carmen’s wincing, pinching the bridge of his nose and contemplating every decision that brought him back to Chicago. 

“Dude, fuck off. I don’t wanna hear -“ Richie tsks, cutting him off. 

“Nah, shut the fuck up because you wanna hear this. In fact, you’re gonna wanna fall to your knees and kiss my shoes and praise my ass as a thank you for finding this.” 

He’s holding up his phone, an iPhone 8 he refuses to upgrade, and illuminated on the screen is a video of you. You, on your knees, in lingerie. You, with your fingers dragging down your chest, across the lace that covers your breasts. Your head falls back as you run your thumbs across your nipples. A sound so angelic coming from your lips that Carmen starts to understand why people spend so much time at Church. He’s convinced you’re hand carved by God, or Buddha, or whatever might be up there. 

Carmy’s instantly feeling a rush of heat across his chest and his cheeks as he takes the sight of you in. It feels wrong but at the same time the coiling in his stomach feels so good he can’t look away quite yet. “Why the…” He’s cut off by a whine coming from Richie’s speaker as you keep teasing yourself. His brain is frying for a second as he tries to focus on finishing his sentence. “How the hell did you find this?” 

“Listen, sometimes I get bored on the same ole sites, okay? Clicked an ad to see who was live and ended up here. Now I stopped watching, obviously, out of respect but this? I’ve known you long enough to know when you gotta thing for someone and you’re not gonna act on it. Also, I caught you staring at her ass as she filled the deep freeze the other night. Kinda gave it away. So this is the way you can still get some pussy while being a fuckin’ pussy.” Richie’s punching the air, clearly proud of himself.

Carmy’s smacking him upside the head, his body now torn between lust and annoyance. “Watch your mouth, alright? That is so fucked, Richie. Put that shit anyway and I better not see you tell a single other person this exists.” 

And yeah, he took note of your screen name before he walked away. Don’t judge him. 

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Look - There have been a lot of times in his life where Carmen hasn’t been proud of himself. But settling back into bed, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down to rest under his balls? Yeah, he’s not proud to say the least. After seeing even just the glimpse of you this morning though it’s been all he could think about. The. Whole. Fucking. Day. He watched out of the corner of his eye while you bent over the line to scrub down the wall behind your station tonight. Burning to memory the way your ass just slightly jiggled from the aggressive motion of wiping down the surface. A soft grunt coming from you as you reach for something just a little too high. He finally snapped out of it when the smell of the chemicals he sprayed down on his own surface got a little too strong and refocused. 

He wasn’t proud when he ran to the restroom and contemplated just jacking off over the toilet to get some relief. You were clouding his brain, only the rush of the evening giving him some small relief. 

You seemed vocal in the small clip he saw. He’s wondering if you would have asked him to cum for you. Would you think it’s a waste that he’s cumming down the drain instead of covering your ass with it? Filling your mouth and making you swallow every drop around him? Or, Jesus Christ, would you wrap your legs around his waist and beg him not to pull out? 

So yeah. Carmy’s had quite the fucking day to say the least. 

He’s finally home and running straight to bed. His stuff dropped in a heap by the front door and was easily forgotten. Throwing himself back onto the mattress after ripping off his shirt and his pants. Left just groaning into the empty room, his cock twitching at the thought of you. Your page has been sitting on an Incognito tab all day and it’s finally, finally being loaded up. This feels like an invasion of privacy in a way but Carmen can’t quite think logically with how heavy his balls feel and how painfully hard he is. There’s not much time to spare so he clicks the first video you’ve uploaded that he can.

And there you are. 

Sitting in the middle of a big bed and rubbing your hands along your thighs, smiling at the camera. His heart is twitching, cock is twitching, everything is fucking twitching. And you’re just sitting there, licking your lips and sliding your hands under the thin material of some weird lace one piece he wants to rip off. 

“Hi there, Pretty Boy.” Your voice is music to his ears and Carmy can’t take it any longer. His fist is wrapping around his cock, a broken moan filling the room as he finally gets some relief. “I’ve been waiting for you to come home all day.”

Sue him, but he’s skipping ahead a little. There’s not much time until he cums and he needs to see you. All of you. He’s gripping his phone with one hand, bringing the other that’s around his cock up to his mouth to spit in. His thumb is haphazardly trying to keep the phone balanced while scrubbing through the video until he thinks he’s at a good spot. You’re laid back now, thighs spread for the camera and pussy on display. Carmen’s muttering to himself about how gorgeous you are, longing to tell you in person. You’re holding this royal blue dildo in your hands that’s suddenly his biggest enemy. He deserves to be there, not this stupid, useless chuck of silicone. There’s a whimper from the speaker as you take the toy and slide it along yourself, tapping it twice against your clit. “Fuck, I need you.” 

Fuckin’ hell does he needs you too. 

His fist is clamped around his dick once again, fucking his hips up into the the slick, tight grip. You’re still teasing yourself by sticking just the head of the dildo in before gasping and pulling it back out. “Please, Baby. I need you so bad, need to come for you.” His brain is breaking. An animalistic urge taking over to fuck you until you can’t move, can’t think, just a blubbering mess begging him for more. Without warning you push the dildo all the way in, throwing your head back with a pleasured scream. 

Carmy gasps, hips sputtering and losing their rhythm as he watches you fuck yourself. He’s stroking himself at the same pace you’re moving the dildo, imaging it’s you he’s fucking into. Picturing you laid under him, your breasts covered in hickies because he hates the idea of these… Perverts watching you get off. He wants to mark you, claim you as his. His balls are tightening and he can’t think of the last time he came this quick. It’s almost embarrassing - What are you doing to him? 

Your free hand comes up to shove two fingers in your mouth, lewdly sucking them for the camera. The sucking noise now accompanying the wet, addictive sounds of your pussy being fucked. Carmen whimpers, actually fucking whimpers, and twists his wrist over his cock to get a little more friction. Your voice hits him once again as you slide your wet fingers out of your mouth and down your throat. “Oh fuck I’m so close. So, so close. Are you close, Baby? Want you to come with me.” You’re lightly choking yourself, a whining mess. 

Carmy’s aware he’s talking to an empty room but he can’t stop himself. “Fuck, oh fuck. Gonna come for you.” And his stomach coils, hips sputter, the phone falling to the bed as he has to let go of it as his orgasm washes over him. He’s slack jaw, warm cum landing on his chest and the sounds of you finishing at the same time ringing out from his phone. 

Oh he’s so fucked. 

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Carmy slept well for once in his life. His orgasm lulling his body to sleep, dreams filled of you. How beautiful you look sucking his cock. The way you must sound while he eats you out. And he takes his time in his dream. Tongue dragging between your folds as his rough hands hold your hips in place. You’re powerless, made to lay back and let him eat you out for his own pleasure. Tongue circling around your clit but he waits until you’re close to tears to stop teasing. He’d praise you. “Look how fucking wet you are, Princess. You’re already getting the bed wet, aren’t you? Gonna have to lick you for hours to get you all cleaned up. Can you say please, huh? Ask me to suck on your clit, Baby. You know you need it.” 

He woke up hard and overstimulated, rolling over onto his stomach and pathetically dragging his hips against the warm bed to get some much needed friction along his cock. Carmy’s telling himself how pathetic this is and forcing himself to push off the bed and get into the shower before he’s late. 

Yes, he jacked off in the shower before work. 

He had to. 

Carmy can’t decide if it’s heaven or hell when he walks in to see you standing in the kitchen. 

You’re on your tiptoes, balancing haphazardly as you’re reaching up to change the light. There’s a wobbly step stool under you. Everyone keeps saying it needs to be replaced but it continues to live on. Your face is scrunching up in concentration. Carmy’s chuckling at the sight and ignoring the way he feels his balls tug at the sight of you. “What’re you doing there, Chef?” 

You huff in annoyance, finally untwisting the light cover from the ceiling. “Damn light went out right as I started veggie prep. Hate to be a bother but will you come spot me while I’m up on this thing? I’ve seen Fak bust his ass one too many times to trust it.” 

Carmy can’t verbally respond at first, instead stalking over to stand next to you. His hand comes up to cup the back of your knee and he’s lying to himself saying it’s for your own safety. To keep you balanced. “Yea well something tells me you’re less clumsy than Fak. I’ve seen that guy fall over while just standing still.” 

And you laugh. 

You laugh. At him. At his joke. He, Carmen Berzatto, made you laugh. The sound filling his ears and now his damn heart and balls are both reacting to you and what the hell is he supposed to do with all these emotions. 

“Don’t distract me up here, Chef.” He doesn’t mind taking commands from you. Silently reaching up to hold the light fixture you’re passing him as you change gears to switch out the lightbulbs now. 

And maybe his eyes are wandering around the kitchen to see who else might catch a glimpse of you two together. Everyone who’s in so far is honed in on their prep task and Carmy thanks God that Richie hasn’t shown up yet today. 

He’s become quite faithful since he started falling for you it seems. 

It happens, by chance, that you feel a little unsteady and Carmen tightens his grip on the back of your leg. Fingers digging into your soft skin. He’s looking down at the stool to make sure it’s level before looking up to take in the sight that is his hand around your leg. 

And he stops looking there. 

Okay fine that’s a fucking lie - he’s looking up. Eyes trailing up your thighs, following along the curve of your ass. When you have to lean forward just slightly to twist in the light cover he’s convinced he can see the outline of your pussy through the thin material of your leggings. He’s contemplating his options - If he could, would he lean in and lick over the outline? His warm mouth teasing you through your leggings. Through your underwear. Are you wearing underwear? He’s torn between picturing you with or without them. 

Or would he slide his hand up your leg, palming your thigh as he goes. Cupping over you and dragging his middle finger across the shape of you. Memorizing the feeling. Would you whine? Grind down against his hand? He doesn’t think you’d shoo his touch away. 

God he just knows you’re a needy little thing. 

He wonders what it would feel like for you to lick your own wetness from his jaw after he’s decided he’s done savoring you. To taste you on your own tongue when he kissed you after. You’d look so pretty with his cum dripping down your lips too. All fucked out and exhausted and full of bliss. 

“Okay, I think I got it fixed, Carmy.” God, he’s so fucked for thinking of you like this as you’re innocently changing the light. Just trying to improve the kitchen and he’s thinking about ruining you. He was so caught up in daydreaming that he didn’t even feel you take the light cover back out of his hand and screw it into place again. 

You’re beaming down at him, using his shoulders as arm rests as you bounce down from the stepping stool. His hand grazes your ass - A total accident. He swears it. You reach behind him to sit the screwdriver down, your chest firmly against his. Nothing thinking anything of the personal space violation as you’re used to it from so many slammed nights in the kitchen. 

“Thank you for helping me. Sorry it was basically just five minutes of my ass in your face.” Carmy chokes. 

His cheeks are hot. 

Fuck is he blushing? 

He’s sputtering out of his words. “It uh, it wasn’t in my face. Not that I looked, y’know. Just uh… Just - just trying to say that I’m happy to help.” He sounds like an idiot

You’re cocking an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “Holy shit, Carmy.” You pat your hands against his chest, not knowing your touch was like fire on his skin. He grabs the screwdriver and makes a beeline to the office to put it away for you. 

Sure he grabbed a rag on the way. No it’s not for him to jack off into while he thinks of you. 

Okay fine, it is. 

“Fuck me.” The only thing Carmy can risk trying to say as the door shuts heavy behind him and his pants hit the ground. 

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Carmen doesn’t avoid you now but he certainly makes it hard to get close to you. He’s too distracted when you’re around. Maybe there’s a bit of guilt mixed in too at his new night routine. Leave the restaurant, load your page, and wait to see what happens. New videos? New pictures? You were wormed into the back of his brain and it had to stop. 

So your station got moved further down rotation. You’re at the end of the line on the left, he’s at the start on the right. It helps clear his mind, lets him hone in on perfecting what goes to the floor. 

He’s able to move quickly, shifts blowing by as the restaurant’s rush takes all his attention. The clock clicks down two minutes till close, everyone working in silence to get the place flipped and go home. He’s wrapping up with Syd, helping her make a few adjustments to expo before grabbing a dead plate off of the end of the line and heading to the office with his food and a cup of water in hand. He needs a mental minute, a bite of food, and to let his thoughts all catch up. 

The door’s already cracked and he’s halfway through the entry way when he registers you. Sitting there. At his desk. Your legs are crossed, a cool damp towel resting over your eyes. He wants to turn on his heel and retreat but decides that he can’t treat you any differently just because he’s developed some silly little crush. Running away would be treating you different. 

“You good, Chef?” 

To which you groan. Different from the ones he’s used to - This one is guttural, pained. You press your hands flat against the rag and will the cool temperature to help the pressure in your head. “Killer migraine, that’s all. Shit was moving so fast tonight and I wacked the back of my head on something in the walk in. Sorry for being in here, Carm. Just uh, needed a second.” You should push up out of the chair, show your respect. But right now you’re half convinced that standing up would be detrimental so for now you’re cemented to the seat. 

“Heard.” Carmen nods to himself, sitting down the plate before opening up the desk drawer as quietly as possible. Your knee is pressing into the side of his thigh, grounding and warm. He fishes out a bottle of medicine, shaking out two pills. “Hold out your hand.” 

You take a second to brace yourself for movement, sitting up and moving the towel off your eyes. Letting it pile up into a clump on the desk besides you. There’s no way around it - You look pitiful. Pouting up at Carmen as he hands over two pills and his cup out water. You take the pills diligently, taking a few gulps and letting your eyes fall back closed as you will them to kick in instantly. “Can I ask a favor?” 

“Anything, Chef.” 

Slowly, so not to shake yourself up, you turn the chair until your back is to Carmen. “Will you see if I gotta bump back there? Kinda terrified I gave myself a concussion but I don’t wanna believe it was that hard.” 

He snickering, a grin pulling up the corners of his mouth as he steps closer. “Well you’d absolutely fuck me if you needed to file workmen’s comp so I’m gonna need you to be fine, ‘kay? Way too much fuckin’ paperwork to do on a Friday night.” You start to laugh but it’s quickly cut off into a small groan of appreciation as you feel warm, rough hands clasp either side of your shoulders. 

Carmen works his way up your neck and catches himself holding his breath as his fingers brush along your scalp. He’s taking his time, savoring the moment, all under the pretense of taking care of his employee. That’s all. “Think we’re both in the clear. You feeling alright besides the headache? Need me to hold up some fingers for ya to guess? Haven’t managed to cut any off so we’ve got all ten to work with.” He’s got you laughing again while rough fingers work their way back down to your neck. The feeling of the vibration of your laughter against his hands sending chills down his back. 

Wordlessly Carmen gets to work rubbing your shoulders. Tender, deep. Years of practice rolling out dough and desserts and tenderizing meat coming into play as he continues to knead away at your tense body. You let out an appreciative moan and Carmen has to start thinking of something to keep his inevitable hard on from being obvious. 

When his hands come up closer to your neck once again he’s hit with flashbacks of the first video he watched. You choking yourself — Is that something you truly liked? If his hand came around to cup your throat, palm resting on one side with his fingertips firmly against the other, and lightly squeezed would you moan? Rub your thighs together in search of some hint of relief? 

“Are you always this good with your hands, Chef? Hmm? Can’t imagine you giving Marcus this treatment.” You’re laughing and can practically hear the smirk in Carmen’s voice as he responds. “Yeah - You uh, didn’t know that? I just love you know, rubbing shoulders. It’s my thing. Kick your ass all night and then rub the stress out.” 

He’s blanching a little at his reply. Kinda obvious but okay then, Carmen. You reach up, putting your hands atop his with a little smile. “Well thank you for… Rubbing my stress out, Chef.” 

Carmen’s red. Head to toe just bright red. “Of course, Chef. Anytime.” He’s entertaining to say the least as you pat his hands before spinning around in his chair. You snag another drink of water, throwing him a wink before moving to exit the office. Your hand runs along his chest, an appreciative gesture, as you head back to the floor. 

——————————★–

Late Saturday night Carmen’s so exhausted that he barely has the energy to take his work clothes off. Falling haphazardly onto his old couch, kicking his work boots off one at a time. His eyes are heavy, body aching, and he almost falls asleep before he gets to see you. 

But he’s fishing his phone from his pocket, refreshing the all too familiar landing page to see you’re actively live. How you have the energy is beyond him. 

You’re standing there trying on clothes that someone must send in and Carmy feels a pang of jealousy. He’s watching through half hooded eyes as you slip in a pair of shorts, turning your behind towards the camera and pulling them up just slightly to put more of your ass on display. You’re chatting away about the material while slowly pulling them down to reveal just this frilly little pair of panties that was sent in as well. 

He’s propping the phone up on the armrest of the couch, laying on his side while he watches you chat away. It’s soothing. Almost like an ASMR video. 

Carmen’s not sure when he fell asleep - Somewhere in-between you trying on a third outfit and attempting to clean up your bed from all the packaging. He finds you soothing, comforting. He makes a mental note to hunt out some sort of wish list you must have for these items before passing out and, once again, dreaming of you.

[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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[swallowtail-lotus]

Sweet & Sour {Buddha x Kanae!Reader x Loki}

Repost

I know they don't like each other, but I thought this was funny at the time

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You ran down the huge corridors, excited to go see Buddha after he asked if you wanted to spend time with him. Of course you agreed, considering you got along with him so well. The thing that bothered you was how he said you couldn't say you were going to him. Just like the other times.

You slowed down, your brows turned to a frown and bug like eyes blinking in confusion. You nearly reached the destination he told you but felt a pair of hands on your shoulders.

"Little butterfly~" A voice cooed in your ear, a mischievous laugh following after. You yelped out and swung your arm, nearly hitting whoever was behind you.

"You missed again~!" Loki spoke playfully, his eyes meeting yours.

"Ah! Sorry for nearly hitting you! You've already felt my reflexes and didn't wake up for four days straight!" This was true. You have smacked Loki once, and he couldn't wake up for four days, which worried you to no end.

"I know, but that was centuries ago. Besides, I've learnt to move when you strike." Loki reassured, waving the distant memory off even if it did scare him a bit.

"So, is there something you need?" You asked politely, intertwining your hands behind your back. Loki stopped, getting lost in your unusual eyes. He admitted he thought your eyes were the most beautiful pair, seeing that they resembled a pair of insect eyes.

"Nothing much, just wanted to know where you're going since you ran away so quickly." He answered, leaning back with his hands behind his head. Your eyes widen at his answer, fearing how he'll react if you told him the truth. You know about the two gods not getting along at all and honestly, it was annoying to break those two up when they had arguments.

It was difficult to answer the God who can easily see through any lie, so you did the only thing you could think of...

You backed away from the levitating God. You turned around, taking off faster than Loki could even properly respond to your lack of answer.

"Hey! Get back here!" You continued to run, your haori and hair flowing through the wind. You looked back to see if Loki was close, not looking back to watch your surroundings. You collided with something hard but soft at the same time, hearing a steady heartbeat.

"Couldn't wait to see me, huh?" You felt your cheeks heat up and your heart did backflips as soon as Buddha's voice chimed in to fill the silence that only lasted a minute.

You got off the taller God, pulling him up with your hand.

"I'm sorry. I was just-"

"There you are! Little- oh..." Loki stopped his sentence when he saw the long hair god standing in front of you, his smile turning into a glare. Buddha just took one look at the floating God and put his attention on you.

Loki's eye twitched at the smirk on Buddha's face, reaching out to grab your wrist.

"What are you doing with this traitor?" Loki hissed out the question, his grip tightening. The strength of his grip was hurting you, but you sucked it up and sighed.

"We were just gonna spend some time together." You responded quietly, trying to get your wrist out of his grip. That answer didn't calm the God down at all. It just fueled his anger more. Buddha noticed the intense glare from the other God, deciding to mess with him.

"What, you jealous or somethin?"

Buddha teased, his hands on his hips, his smirk still present. Loki's grip on your wrist had loosened, his face flushed a slight red. You managed to take your wrist from his hand, rubbing it to soothe the pain.

"Strange. You've never done this before. Sure you scared off a few males, which I'm thankful for, but never this." You commented, looking at the two gods in pure confusion.

"....." Loki didn't say a word, which was starting to scare you. Buddha calmed down, his hand patting your shoulder.

"Let's leave this idiot." He said, turning around to leave. You saw the blush fade from his face, feeling relieved he didn't suddenly catch a fever. You reluctantly followed Buddha, leaving Loki in his place.

"Want one?" Buddha asked, holding out a spare lollipop to you while the other was already in his mouth. You grabbed it from him, opening it up and put it in your mouth.

It wasn't rare for the candy loving God to offer you some of his snacks when you were with him.

"Thanks." Your reply was muffled by the lollipop in your mouth. Buddha found your muffled words amusing, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips. While you were too occupied with the delicious taste of the lollipop, Buddha took the time to admire you.

Your eyes were sparkling as usual, but there was more in them now that you're happy. Your butterfly hairpins suited your perfectly, fitting for someone like you. But that wasn't what got his attention first.

It was your personality. He respects your love for the humans. If you dared to turn against the gods, he'll gladly stand by you.

While you were savouring the lollipop, you felt it get pulled out and the feeling of someone's lips on yours. Your eyes shot open, meeting none other than Loki, who seemed to have snapped out of whatever trance he was in and teleported near you.

With Loki, he was enjoying every second of it. One, because it was fun to piss off Buddha. Two, the lollipop made your lips taste sweeter.

You immediately started to push on Loki's chest and succeeded when Loki pulled away.

"What the-"

"See you later, Little Butterfly~" Loki cooed, teleporting away from the two of you. You stared into space, the lollipop now in your hands. Buddha rolled his eyes and leaned down, wiping your lips with his thumb.

"What- when-" You were at a loss for words, trying to process what happened a few seconds ago.

"That damned bastard."

Buddha mumbled, rubbing your lollipop on your lips to get the taste on them. Your face heated up from the closeness between you two.

"Guess I'm gonna try harder to steal your heart, huh?"

[vividc4ndy]

There is not enough SnV and male!reader content in this world...I hope to change that soon.

Other than that: Sitting under a tree with Buddha, probably in his lap, while you read. He asks what you're reading, you answer and offer to read some of it to him. He accepts and rests his chin atop your head, arms wrapped around your waist as he listens.

Now whenever you guys hang out and you're reading, he expects you to read to him. "Huh? C'mon, you're like my personal little audio book!" (Pretend he knows what that is, please.)

[chaostroberry1]

Hey just tell us if you're uncomfortable writing the same character again cuz this is akward-😭 (I'M LAUGHINH SO HARD HELPP)

Erm so pookie.. a smut (optional) Beelzebub x Dom!M!Reader where we're basically the Arché Odin trying to revives but ended up falling in love with our little fly which leads to Odin's anger nah cus imagine sacrificing your whole life and preparing a massive Ragnarok against humanity just for the primordial God to be obsessed with your own new found enemy.

Imagine Adamas' and Buddha's face tho 👀

THERE'S JUST SO MANY PEOPLE ASKED FOR HIM— I'M SO SORRY TO BE ONE OF THEM, please ignore this if you're uncomfortable rllyy😭

I went on reddit to read all the theories about arché and damn that was fire. I like this idea a lot 😍 💕 I accept!

Beelzebub × Dom!male!primordial god! reader.

I researched abt the term 'arché' and abt Odin and why he trying to revive broski. So I'll use up all my knowledge on it since I read ROR with an empty head. 😭

The room was full of heavy pounding, cries and moans echoing throughout the huge space. It's been nearly three hours since you guys got into it.

"haaaa...lord (m/n)...." Whimpers came from the mouth of the god, his voice barely audible from the loudness of pounding. You've been switching him into different positions, one of which was a cowgirl position, the one you both are doing currently. His butthole was sucking your cock so greedily, and you he knew that he'd be left with a huge gape after all this was over.

His cries grew louder when you sped up, to a faster pace, having him squint his eyes in pleasure. Tears rolling down his cheeks when you continued to pound his virgin hole.

It's been so long, you don't know how long, but you knew that a lot of time has passed ever since you were dead long ago. But you had been resurrected by Odin, brought back to life, with the purpose of.....what was his purpose? What did he even want from you? Well, you didn't really care. He can't lay a finger on you now.

Odin had expected you to listen to him when he finished ragnarok. But, you suddenly woke up, way too soon. This led to you walking out, and ready to kill. You defied orders, you were not something to be fucked with. That's for sure.

Anyone who entered within your aura's range would feel your sense of authority. Making them know to keep quiet when passing your way, not really like they live long enough to pass by you anyway. But you found out about a certain fighter named Beelzebub, who's match caught your eye. He was powerful, yes, but you were oddly attracted to him.

You? A primordial god. A primordial GOD. Falling for a lower being? Disgusting, that's what others would say. But who were they to tell you what to do? They weren't on your rank. They can't even open their mouth in your presence.

You approached Beelzebub when he was treating his wounds, eyeing him like prey.

"lord of the flies.... Beelzebub, yes?" He looked at you with suspicion, replying harshly. "Who are you?"

He thought you were just someone who wanted to mess with him. Possibly calling him names, or giving sly remarks to get him riled up. But no, you were different.

"that is no way to talk to someone. don't you think? You should be lowering your head in my presence."

He scoffed in annoyance, who was this jerk? Why were you talking to him like that, even after knowing who he was? His thoughts were immediately interrupted when you spoke again.

"it seems you aren't aware of who I am. Lord (m/n). The one and only arché."

Your statement caught him off guard, his heart sinking. There's no way. There couldn't be a way that you were revived so soon—there was still so much time left.

A primordial god was standing right before his very eyes. Staring at him with longing.

"what...? You were already.. resurrected?"

"that's right, pretty insect. Like I said, the one and only."

You must've have been bluffing. There's no way. Did Buddha know about this too? Or was he the first one you approached. His face remained calm when you talk about how much you took an interest in him, an dhow you loved his fight with Nikola Tesla. His head was a mess right now for you to be talking to him like this.

That was until you scratched the bottom of his chin, like he was some stray cat. And he couldn't do anything, because he knew that something bad would happen if he were to defy a being with such divine status. More diving than any god at that.

"say...are you free later? No. I'll just get to the point. I wanna take you as my spouse...you are so beautiful."

He stayed quiet when you held his hand and dragged him around the place, like a child with it's new doll. You were used to acting neutral towards matters, but when it came to wanting something...you couldn't help but overdo yourself. You have destroyed everything on your path when what you wanted wasn't given to you. That's why you were so used to all the good treatment from those afraid to rebel against you. Even the gods were afraid, and knew that you were a threat to them if they ever angered you. Which is why you lived in peace. Before you rested for a long time, soon awakened by Odin.

You brought Beelzebub to some place you deemed fitted for your activities. It was okay if it was outdoors, it's not really like anyone would dare interrupt your session together. Even if they tried, they wouldn't wake up to see another day.

Adamas was walking around, his usual expression on his face before he saw you dragging Beelzebub around. He wanted to call after the lord of the flies, before a sudden dread shook him to his core. The aura that came from you was deadly, and stepping inside it made him feel like at any moment, his head would be cut off. He stayed silent when he saw your eyes narrow, piercing into his own as if it was a good enough warning for him not to interfere.

You loved to bother Beelzebub, it was so fun, there was no point denying it. And he just sits there and takes it so good. You didn't take it to 2/3rd base just yet though. You knew better than that. But you were going to get to it at some point with him.

Imagine how flabbergasted adamas would look when he saw you pounding Beelzebub like it was your last day on earth to tickle your pickle. Outdoors too bro?? Are you okay?? Then we have Buddha, who would just randomly walk in like

"man...these old geezers just won't leave me alone... I want some more of that candy-"

Before he walks in on Beelzebub face contorted in pleasure from how good you were at it. Just bc you were a 'few' years older didn't mean you were slow in these things. You stopped aging when you were around 18-19. So you were specifically still in your youth. Forever in your youth. Which was a bad thing for some.

I bet Buddha just walks out with a "jeez sorry man. y'all shouldn't even be doing this in public-" slowly disappearing after shutting the door. Beelzebub's primal cries echoing out the doors. I think it's best if Buddha just puts a little "do not enter" sign...yeah, that's a good idea.

Bro Odin would be so pissed when he found out you were fucking around with his newfound enemy. He set up the Ragnarok and everything else, just for this moment. Only to find you sticking your pickle into a container...(That being Beelzebub) But hey what could he do? He just has to wait patiently till you were ready to listen to him. Even though you probably weren't.

Continuing to you shifting into another position with your newfound sweetheart, you put him on all fours, before coming in and out of his destroyed bussy. You liked this. You wanted to make up for all that lost time that you missed out on. And you knew exactly how.

"baby I'll cum now okay? Just fill you up nice and good.."

You growled before thrusting inside faster, his moans growing hoarse from how much he'd been at it. It was an addicting feeling that he could get used to. And he started to love it. "(M/n)...lord (m/n) ooh, fuck that's good! Fuck that's sooo good~!"

He cried when you pumped his cock, while still destroying him from the back, taking it out and spilling all that cum on his back. Flipping him again and continuing to fuck him. Your cock tip was so swollen and overused but you liked it that way. You'll fuck and fuck allll day. Make him take it good, just for you.

You took your cock out, before inserting two fingers inside. Receiving a gasp of pleasure when you started fingerfucking him mercilessly. Using his hole like a personal cum dumpster to play and mess with. Before he could cum, you slid your cock back in, licking your fingers before cumming hard into his hole. Filling him to the brim with just seed. Breeding sessions were always so good.

Such a tease you were. Randomly groping his ass or rubbing your bulge on his leg, knowing he wanted it too. But spare some love towards adamas who was in the middle of talking to Beelzebub before witnessing you do such a thing.

The poor guy didn't ask for this, he never wanted to see two gods sexually teasing each other in front of his naked eyes....

[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere RoR Loki x Fem! Reader: Love Potion

How does the God of Mischief react when he falls in love with one of the human contestants in Ragnarok? How does he take it when he sees that they love another God?

Not very well to both.

A/N: Sorry if this seems too OOC, I did try to do my best since I'm still trying to get a feel for writing these characters! Feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Being the god of trickery and deceit, Loki was never afraid to use unsavory methods to get what he wanted, and this situation was no different. He stood next to Aphrodite, watching with careful eyes and an unreadable smile on his lips as he watched the pink liquid in the cauldron stir. Apbrodite did not share that smile, in fact, she looked rather digusted as she held her head low with shame as she threw in the final ingredients.

"...Her love for you will be false." Aphrodite warned, her voice low. Loki let out a low chuckle and looked at the goddess, "Love? Is that what you think this is about?"

Aphrodite only frowned and furrowed her brows as he continued to condescend

"No, no, I'm way too above that sort of thing," the God continued to mock, "This is about control."

He wasn't wrong, Aphrodite noted, but there was something else she could sense about this. The fear of being controlled. It appears the God of Mischief has had something happen to him, something that shook him to his core and that nothing, not even his quick wit and sly cunning, could stop it from happening.

He had fallen in love with someone who was in love with someone else, a God nonetheless.

Until now, he thinks with a smirk as Aphrodite hands him the pink liquid colored potion. She looks ashamed of herself as she sees Loki's twisted grin grow on his face as the pink glow from the potion reflects in his greedy purple eyes. Even though she didn't look kindly onto mortals, she couldn't help but pity you as she thinks about what Gods could have been cruel enough to have given you the misfortune of catching Loki's eye.

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Loki pours the pink liquid into one chalice in his room, his face uncharacteristically stoic and his mind too deep into thought. He wasn't sure if he was embarrassed, angry, or upset by the predicament he was in.

Embarrassed because he was doing all of this for a mortal whose beauty was somewhat abnormal by mortals standards but still below a God's, angry because this all could have been avoided if he had acted faster and hadn't pushed you away, and upset because...well...because he remembered Aphrodite's words.

"Her love for you will be false."

At the time, he was so convinced that as long as he had her love that he would be happy, false or not, but now as he had this time to himself to really think; would he really be happy if your love for him was false? Could he accept the fact that whatever relationship you built with him, would just be all because of a single potion?

Then he thinks about the events that lead up to this, about why he HAD to do this. About how this was your fault.

From the very start of Ragnarok you had caught his eye. A great warrior originating from (your country), you were known as cunning, sly, and unpredictable. You fought with brute strength and unbeatable strategy on the battlefields, while most Gods detested against the wars humans had (except for war gods obviously), Loki liked seeing your fights. He wouldn't say that he "adored" you, you were still a mortal after all, but you lived fast and as a result, died young. In fact, he forgot about you for a long while after you had died and didn't really mourn you like your battalion of soldiers had done but then the start of Ragnarok began.

Seeing your name on the roster kinda made him go, "Huh, okay." but seeing you in person was a different experience entirely. After the battle of Jack the Ripper, Brunhilde still needed time to find a champion to go against Shiva and while you volunteered for the challenge, you went against a different God.

And won. Giving humanity it's 3rd win and 1 step away from the God's. Yet, Loki didn't feel the same rage he felt towards you like he had with the previous two champions, because he was too amazed at the fight. The trickery, the smoke and mirrors, unlike Jack who was gambling his life: you made it appear effortless as you toyed with the God. Tearing up not only their mind but their body for the arena to see before you landed the killing strike. Maybe you hid your fear well or maybe you had none at all, and that's what made him like watching you again even more. Except this time, it had surpassed more than a simple like.

"I don't think you're supposed to be here.~" You sang, your tone as sadistic as it had been in the battlefield. Loki revealed himself floating in the air per usual, his legs crossed and his back hunched over as he smiled down at you with his chin in his hands. You raise an eyebrow at him as your small smirk widened, "Looking for a fight, God?"

"Oooh, how confident. I'm not sure if that intruiges me or pisses me off!" He chuckles. You shrug at his response, "As long as you and your friends know that I'm gonna make sure Humanity survives against your wishes, that's all I really care about."

"Big talk from someone who died young." He shoots back teasingly.

"Died young and was a high commanding general who was a queen on countless battlefields with many suitors. All of which weren't able to beat me in battle at my true strength." You reminded, not so gently. Loki tilts his head at your words, "Huh, odd way to mention you're single."

"Odd way of saying you're interested."

He started sneaking into the human part of the arena more, to talk to you, and to continue your little conversations which were more or less passive aggressive insults towards one another. He had learned a few specifics from your life back when you were alive: About your childhood and some struggles you had to overcome, how you had to fight hard for your spot in your military in order to became the renowned warrior you were, and how many suitors tried and died trying to fight you for your hand. No one could beat you when you used your full strength...well, no mortal could beat you.

"So tell me, little mortal, if I were to fight you and beat you for your hand...does that mean you'd marry me?" He asked, mostly out of genuine curiosity and to see if he could fluster you. He did not by the way you side eyed him with that same confident grin, "Maybe. Why? You want me to be yours, puny god?"

Only you could get away with calling him that.

Only you could make his heart skip a beat when you asked if he wanted you as his.

But he had ignored it, his arrogance making him shrug it off and telling him that he could never have a mortal as his lover, not when you and your kind were so beneath him. Which he told you, straight to your face, and you only laughed it off before returning to your quarters.

If he hadn't been so blinded from his ego, maybe he wouldn't feel like a fool, having to resort to methods found in fairytales to claim you. The least he could have done was fought you then and there and win, so even if he didn't want your heart in the moment, he could have it later when he realized that he truly did want you. But no, Loki had rejected the idea entirely believing it foolish to take a human lover.

In fact, he found it so foolish that it kept him awake that night. Thinking about what it'd be like if he challenged you to a fight and won your hand, the idea of having you submit yourself to him gave him a thrill, and whether he'd spare you from the shared fate of humanity after the Gods had won (for there was no doubt in his mind they would).

These thoughts took so much of his time that it started to frustrate him, he shouldn't be letting a human take over so much of his mind, especially when he knew that there fate- though they put up a good fight- was sealed with doom. So he started to avoid you and give you the cold shoulder, which was entertaining for a while to him.

The look of hurt you gave when he stared at you with indifferent eyes, the longing way you'd gave at him like a lost puppy waiting for for its master to return home only for you to try and keep up your tough facade. Everything like that brought joy to Loki because he felt like he was getting even with you for invading his thoughts all day, knowing you were thinking of him as much as he was thinking of you.

You even chased him around, asking him why he was avoiding you and even asking: "What? You think you're too good for me now?"

Until he came.

To which he responded with: "I don't think I am. I know I am. And I always have been."

You then started to distance yourself from him. Though he assumed you just wanted him to chase you, and he would, but not now. After all, no God or human sought to court you so Loki wasn't really worried.

Buddha's betrayal was a shock to many, but overall, a huge win for humanity. Loki wished he had killed Buddha when he had the chance, not just because this means the God's chances of winning were jeopardized but because he had noticed that you and him seemed to be getting along. He told himself that it didn't bother him, not in the slightest yet he could not stop looking your way when he heard you laugh with Buddha and how something about you seemed different with him. Only him. You were only that way with Buddha.

You weren't like that with Loki.

You also seemed a bit more...relaxed? Calm? Almost as if hanging around the Buddha gave you a sense of peace, not even just when he was talking to you but when you were around him with general. Hell, you'd even sneak glances at him when you knew the God wasn't looking. Your eyes no longer cocky or hardened, but softened and tender. You were looking at him with an emotion that Loki couldn't describe but he knew you had never looked at him in that way when he talked with you.

He wasn't able to tell exactly what it was until the one day he decided to sneak into the area where your kind's miserable little champions resided. He had gone to look for you and while he did find you, he did not like what he found at all in the slightest.

You were breathing heavily, using your weapon to help your balance as you knelt down on one knee. You were tired out but you had a smile on your face as you stared at the God before you, his eyes staring down at you through his rose colored shades and a victorious expression on his face, but it wasn't one of arrogance or possession, but one of love. An expression that conveyed pride in not just the result of the fight but the way you fought him as well, as if he was silently praising you for it.

"So, I guess this means we'll be together. If you like the results of this battle, of course." He hums, holding out his hand to help you up. You take it with a serene smile.

Not a cocky smirk. Not a teasing grin. A smile. A genuine smile.

"What's not to like?" You respond, allowing the taller God to pull you into his chest and laughing when he brings a kiss to your forehead.

No...

No!

NO!

NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO-

YOU WERE LOKI'S TO CLAIM. YES, HE MAY HAVE MADE YOU THINK OTHERWISE, BUT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HIM. NOT BUDDHA, NOT ANY OTHER MAN, WOMAN, OR GOD- H I M.

But it wasn't him. Loki realizes that when he hears a small crack and looks at the potion he forced Aphrodite to make him, and he sees his pink reflection looking back at him. His expression was bitter at the recall of events that cost him to lose you. It was not him that challenged you to a fight first, it was not him that got to beat you, and it was not him that got to have you in his arms. Then he hears his door knock and he smiles, twisted and obsessive, as he hears your voice from the otherside.

Hiding the love potion and steadying your chalice to make sure nothing looked too out of the ordinary, he went to the door when he confirmed that this would go smoothly.

So what if he didn't fight you and win like you wanted too? He wanted you and he will have you. That is all that mattered to him.

He invites you in with a warm smile, you're hesitant to enter his room and tell him you wish for him too keep his apology short because you had somewhere to be- with someone waiting on you, he reminds himself indignantly- and he assures you all he wished was to make amends and have a toast. After all, he considered you a friend (which was funny because he failed to treat you like one) and was happy for you finally discovering that your love was not a man, but a God. You declined the drink at first, which worried him at first, but with his powers of persuasion-which is really just another way of saying he annoyed you into having one sip-you brought the cup to your lips.

His eyes watched you like a hawk as you drank the liquid and when you had finished with your small sip, you smacked your lips, not having ever tasted anything like it before. Loki wasn't sure when the potion was to take effect but he panicked when two minutes had gone by and you awkwardly excuses yourself to leave.

"Aw, c'mon! Just stay a little longer!" He urged, using his typical childish voice. You respond coldly, "Loki, I no longer have time for your games, I must...-"

Then you stopped in the middle of your sentence suddenly, your once stiff posture relaxing and you shook your head as if shaking off a bad hit to the noggin. Loki could not fight the hopeful smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips.

"(Y/n)? Didn't you have anywhere to be?" He asked, testing the waters.

You turn around, a dreamish look in your eyes. It may not be the same look that you gave Buddha, a poor copy of it, but it was directed and focused at Loki which was all he cared about.

"Why would I want to be anywhere else when I could be with you?" You sigh, running to him and grabbing both sides of his face to bring your lips to his.

He smiles into the kiss as his arms around your waist and deepens it. Perhaps if he had let down his pride for once, you would be kissing him out of your own volition, but he wasn't exactly upset as he thought he'd be.

It's a good thing he was more selfish than emotional, otherwise he might have felt guilty instead and that certainly would've ruined the moment as you pull away from the kiss and look at him again, his image reflecting in your eyes like those of a doll's glass eyes.

[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.

[roguerambles]

Diplomatic Relations

Record of Ragnarök - Shiva x Male Reader. Mentions of Indra x Male Reader

Warnings - 18+Only. Adult situations.

Still suffering from the curse of Writer's Block, but thirsting with @icy-spicy over Record of Ragnarök (particularly guess who) got some creative ideas flowing. So blame her and thank her for this blasphemy :P

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Shiva could not believe the Gods Council had been prolonged for this.

Indra stood at the centre of the chamber, his posture straight but somehow relaxed, presenting himself with his usual cool, confident demeanour. But even at a distance, he could spot the occasional, unconscious flex of his fingers, loosely gripping a pale sheet hanging low around his hips. It was only the slightest twitch of nerves, but Shiva wondered with some amusement when Indra had his last cigarette.

The God of Destruction let his gaze slip over his fellow deity's bare shoulder, where he could see You somewhat peeking out from behind Indra's back, your expression a good deal more sheepish. You similarly had a long sheet draped over your shoulders and spilling down at your sides, but it was plain to see you were both naked, wet and completely at the centre of attention.

Somewhere above Shiva, in the Chairman's Seat, Zeus was howling with laughter.

"...ahem."

Hermes cleared his throat politely, but loudly, only barely being heard over his father's wheezing cackle. "Thank you all for your attendance. This meeting of the Gods Council has been called to address the conduct of Indra, God of Lightning of the Hindu Pantheon, and...." Hermes blinked a few times, peering thoughtfully down at You. "...my apologies, which of Aphrodite's sons are you again?"

You huffed, looking indignant. From her seat across the hall from Shiva, Aphrodite made an eerily similar sound, snapping her fan shut with a loud click. "Really, Hermes. Get to the point, will you? This hardly seems like something to call all of us for."

Hermes smiled serenely at the Greek Goddess of Love, as Zeus's laughter began to settle into choked chortles. "Very well." Hermes lifted a large piece of parchment, clearing his throat once more. "The two deities before us today stand charged with the unlawful destruction of a Temple of Aphrodite in the human world."

There was an immediate rumble amongst the gathered gods, several voices rising up at once.

"Wait, a temple dedicated to his mother?" Kali asked from beside Shiva, sounding confused. "Why?"

"This is an outrage!" Somewhere near Aphrodite, Ares shot out of his seat, his face red as he pointed down at you and Indra. "How dare you?!"

"Well, this just got interesting." Buddha chimed in, chewing loudly on some sweet treat or another, looking awake for the first time the entire meeting.

You gave Ares an irritated glare, while Indra remained stoic, although Shiva could tell he was really craving a cigarette. Curiously, despite Ares yelling beside her, Aphrodite looked rather unconcerned about the destruction of her own temple. From what Shiva knew of the Goddess, this was a rather unexpected reaction.

"The Temple was empty!" You burst out, shaking your head furiously, sending drops of water flicking everywhere. "And the humans had abandoned the town for some festival, so its not like anyone was hurt--"

"You destroyed a town as well?!" You slapped your hand over your face as someone else cried out in shock.

You tried to keep talking. "I invited Lord Indra because I was...interested in learning more about his pantheon and--"

Indra snorted, loudly, and Shiva caught the smirk twitching onto his face before he quickly smothered it. You jabbed his side, hissing something that sounded distinctly like "You aren't helping!"

Shiva let his gaze trail over you, lingering on the exposed muscle of your thighs briefly before glancing back at Indra. "Nobody has mentioned the nakedness yet." He commented dryly to Parvati, who tilted her head in response.

"I was wondering..." She hummed thoughtfully, fingers gently stroking one of his arms. "I thought maybe it was some new fashion amongst the Greek Pantheon--"

You turned suddenly, and for a moment Shiva wondered if you had somehow heard them talking. You peered up, your head tilted, before a small smile bloomed on your lips. The sheet parted slightly, exposing your shoulders and upper arms, your stance shifting to show off more of your legs and thighs, barely concealed by silk. You lips moved softly, and Shiva could just make out the words--

"Like what you see?"

Shiva snorted at your audacity, feeling the edge of his mouth curve upwards in a smirk as he let his eyes slowly roam over you. "Yes." He mouthed back, and you grinned, slightly turning your body to the other side, your eyes sparking with mischief.

Parvati squeezed his arm. "Stop flirting, you." She covered her mouth in an attempt to smother a giggle. "You'll get us in trouble as well."

Hermes spoke again, his voice ringing over the rising noise of his fellow deities. "The Temple was destroyed by a powerful storm, which resulted in the town below becoming flooded." He raised the scroll higher, covering his face, but Shiva caught the slight, amused curve to his lips as he spoke his next words. "The storm was summoned via divine will during sex."

Shiva felt his eyebrows shoot upwards, sitting up with a jolt of genuine surprise. The entire chamber was silent for only a brief moment, everyone staring down at You and Indra in shock.

Aphrodite flicked her fan open again, a tinkling laugh falling from her lips. "That's my boy."

Everyone began talking at once.

"Wait, they didn't notice the storm because they were too busy fucking--?"

"Sounds like a good time."

"Apollo!"

"Indra lost control?" Durga sounded incredulous. "Our Indra?"

"Oh my." Parvati said softly, eyes drifting to wear you were standing, looking flustered. "It must have been very good, then."

"Parvati!"

"Only saying, Durga!"

Shiva laughed, loudly, reaching down to squeeze his wife's hand. She grinned at him, her own laughter bubbling in her throat, and Shiva could hear several others in the crowd join in on finding amusement in the situation.

Zeus finally seemed to have composed himself somewhat, wiping tears away from his eyes. "Oh, to be young again!" He chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. "Call this meeting to a close, Hermes. The damage was minimal--"

"The region where the Temple was located is now quite uninhabitable for humans, father--"

"Oh, two gods made love and inadvertently terrified some humans. Happens to the best of us." Zeus waved a hand dismissively, and Hermes sighed long-sufferingly.

"Regardless, Father, some discipline should be--"

"I agree with Hermes." A deep voice spoke suddenly, and Shiva lifted his gaze to where Odin sat, staring down at You and Indra with a cold, unimpressed look in his eye. "Accident or not, this can not go unaddressed. Or are the self-professed leaders of the Greek and Hindu Pantheons unable to control their own members?"

Shiva felt a stab of irritation - who was Odin to talk? Like his lot were so well behaved? - but he reached down to catch Durga's hand as it coiled around her weapon. Best not to start a brawl in the Gods Council Chamber (he could still remember the last one, and shuddered slightly at the memory. Nobody left that one unmarked.)

Zeus laughed, but Shiva could hear the sharp edge that had formed in his voice, the spark in the air moments before a lightning strike. He did not like to be questioned, either. "Perhaps you, Odin, would care too--"

Shiva seized the moment to rise from his seat, and spoke loudly and clearly. "He may return with us for a time." He gestured down to you and Indra. "To spend time among my pantheon." He smiled at you, allowing a faintly wolfish edge to enter his tone. "To learn from us. That is what you wanted in the first place, yes?"

You stared up at him in surprise. Beside you, Indra shook his head, but Shiva caught the pleased smirk flashing across his face. You shook yourself, grinning brightly as you bowed slightly towards Shiva.

"It would be a great pleasure, Lord Shiva." You said, tilting your head upwards, softly mouthing something only Shiva could hear. "For us both, I assure you."

Oh, he was going to enjoy you.

Odin sounded thoroughly unimpressed. "I hardly see what kind of punishment--"

"Oh, I'll put him through the ringer." Shiva said cheerfully, crossing his upper arms behind his head, grinning as Parvati struggled to contain her laughter beside him. "Both he and Indra. A good, stern talking to. Ensure it won't happen again, and all that." He nodded towards Aphrodite. "Does this please the offended party?"

Aphrodite smiled, looking delightfully amused. "Have your lovely wives share some of their finery, and I will consider it even, as the humans say."

"Ooooh!" Parvati waved from beside him. "I have some fabric you would love--"

"Excellent!" Zeus clapped his hands together, the sound of thunder signalling the end of the meeting. "Council adjourned."

Odin looked as though he wanted to smite everyone in the chamber, his birds squawking indignantly at his shoulders, but Shiva ignored him to focus on you whispering to Indra, who chuckled lowly and tugged at your hip as you both headed towards the exit. You cast a quick glance over your shoulder, shooting Shiva as playful smirk as you slipped around the corner.

You were going to be an interesting guest, Shiva thought to himself, smirking softly. He couldn't wait to hear a thoroughly clear account of you and Indra's encounter.

Perhaps a demonstration would be in order.

[amphitriteswife]

Masterlist (ror/snv)

🩵💙General💙🩵

💖‘Would you still love me if i was a worm?’ [all]

💖Ror/ Snv characters as Students (pt1) [poseidon, loki, qin shi huang]

💖Ror/ Snv character as Students pt2 [hades, shiva, buddha]

💖Ror/snv characters as teachers/ subjects pt1 [poseidon, hades, hermes, beel, buddha]

💖Ror/ Snv characters as teachers/ subjects pt2 [qin shi huang, Loki, Brunhilde]

💖Ror/ snv characters and their manhwa kid (imo) [poseidon, apollo, hades, hermes, thor]

💖Ror/ snv characters going to a state fair [poseidon, hades, loki]

🔱Poseidon🔱

🌊How would Poseidon handle a baby?

🌊Poseidon x Amphitrite! Reader (angst)

🌊Until we reach the surface (poseidon x amphy reader based on mythology)

🌊Poseidon x daughter! Reader

🌊Poseidon x baby reader (old)

🌊Love casino (unserious and one can see it as amphy or not)

🌊Poseidon gamer HC (unserious)

🌊Poseidon onlyfans HC pt2

🌊Poseidon onlyfans HC pt1

🌊Kiss me don’t leave me (amphy reader relevant, academia AU!)

🎭Loki🎭

💚Too far in to turn away (angst)

💚Sound of broken memories (angst)

💚Marry me! (Loki x sigyn reader?)

💚Rainy days (Loki x reader)

☀️Apollo☀️

🔆Rejection (apollo x male! Reader)

Seven lucky gods

🪷Benzaiten x moon goddess reader!

Hindu pantheon

⛈️Into the light (Indra x fem! Reader) request!

My own Oc’s

Oceanus (greek)

Seth (egyptian)

Tethys (greek)

Fucked up triton( greek)

Redraw triton (greek)

Persephone (greek)

Zagreus (greek)

My requests:

[togetherhearted]

Can I’m have Buddha Hercules and shiva x male reader who loves cute things and use cute clothes and have a bunny plushie with him all the time headcanons please

Awww that's adorable ♡ Of course you can. I hope it is fine and thanks so much for waiting.

BUDDHA,HERCULES AND SHIVA X CUTE STUFF LOVER M!READER

Buddha would probably have a matching Usa-chan plushie and takes it with him whenever the two have a sleepover. He's definitely going to love the candy patterns and colours on the clothes. He doesn't mind indulging his lover with cute stuff. His mile is important for him. Sugarcoated pet names are a must with Buddha.

Herc is a supportive sweetheart and whatever  makes his partner happy he would glad provide it for him. He would totally look for a plushie to match it with the cute bunny. Maybe a lion. He's happy when his partner buys him pastel sweaters. They're cute and comfy.

Shiva will probably spoil his partner with lavish gifts;from clothes to plushies to add to his collection. Shiva will get one from his beloved at some point. He doesn't mind his lover taking his little bunny around with him. This fiery god will punch whoever dares to mock his lover for his taste. He likes going shopping for cute clothes with him. His four arms are made for this.