#homosexual reader

[sunflower-guardian]

So like-

We all agree she's the gayest homosexual to ever lesbian, right?

[yestrday]

( passive su*cidal tendencies, slow-burn yandere, mydei insulting u??!?, cooould be a bit ooc on mydei's part, dead-inside reader )

thinking about... yandere! phainon and yandere! mydei having lost your affection and trust.

ever since the three of your crossed paths under the great tree of cerces, you had always shared a strong bond despite your many differences. people could understand mydei and phainon, who despite being on the opposite ends of the temper scale, were both great warriors that bore the prophecy of the chrysos heir. but they could not comprehend their attachment to you, a mere scholar under nousporism.

you don't understand it yourself, but you were happy for their affection nonetheless. you didn't mind being tended to by two handsome scholars, even if the questioning stares made you uncomfortable. but the chrysos heir journey is arduous, and you had always insisted that they focus on that rather than you, which had always received complaints from them. that is, until they finally heeded your words.

you're not that familiar with chrysos heir business, but you had assumed they had stopped talking to you because they were busy with their work. it's okay— so were you. but that didn't stop you sending letters to okhema in hopes of knowing about their conditions. none were replied to, and even one was sent back to you after being... rejected.

you bit the inside of your lip, looking down at the wax-sealed letter in your hands. that's... okay. maybe they didn't want anything to bother them at this moment in time.

so you eased up on the letters. but hyacine oftens go to and fro okhema and the grove for business, so you'd pass off trinkets to her to gift your friends. they may not hold the grandeur that the prince of castrum kremnos was used to, but they held your love and affection for them. alchemical products that, though not life-altering, could slightly increase their combat speed and power. you thought they enjoyed it, seeing as hyacine had always told you they received it, till one day the cleric came back to the grove with a scowl unfitting her gentle face.

"don't give them anymore gifts!" she huffed. "they don't deserve it. they don't deserve you!"

the meaning of her words were lost on you. but that's alright. professor anaxa— er, anaxagoras has tasked you on retrieving important research references from a middleman in okhema, so you were bound to see them anyway. research is nice, but it was lonely not having the two rowdy boys around to brighten up your life. surely they must have missed you as well—!

"o- oh, you're here?" phainon looks surprised, but not pleasantly. he awkwardly shifts his weight from his right leg to the left, scratching his back. "i thought you had some research at the grove to do...?"

you do, but this is not how friends who haven't met in a long time greet each other. still, you carry the conversation with forced lightheartedness, if for the sake of maintaining civility. you watch as phainon soon cuts off the conversation short and scurries off, dejection laying heavily on your heart.

you go out of your way to see mydei. he's not the type to be mingling with the crowd like phainon does, so you try and catch him training with the other kremnoan soldiers. you're happy to see him, but you soon grow timid when he approaches you with a scowl. mydei has always been unapproachable but not with you... before.

"you shouldn't be here," is the first thing he says when he's finally standing in front of you. now you understand why people keep their distance, because never have you felt more scared for your safety than you are now standing in front of him.

"professor anaxas sent me on an errand and i– i..." your words falter, now feeling stupid when you're clearly unwanted here. "i... wanted to see you." you watch as his face shifts slightly, before going back to its usual state.

"well, finish it and go back."

your face burns as you watch the nearby kremoans stare at you and whisper to each other. some of them assume that you're some whelp wanting to seek a bed with their prince and shame settles so deep in your stomach that you feel like throwing up. maybe... maybe mydei is just having a bad day. surly and grouchy as he is, mydei would never brush off you like that. and phainon probably had a prior arrangement to attend to, being a chrysos heir and all that. surely after things have settled you three can chat and laugh over cups of coffee.

"nikador's blood, you really don't get it do you!" phainon is trying to stop mydei, but he's towering over you with the angriest look you've ever seen on him. "when i say you go back, you go back!"

"mydei, that's enough," phainon pleads. "they're hurt and bleeding badly. now isn't the time—"

the prince ignores him, doubling down on his words as he continues, "instead you go running off trying to save some kids when you can't even save yourself!" you can barely hear anything, the lack of blood is making your head faint, but the only pain you can feel is the squeezing in your chest. "for titan's sake, [y. name], must you always be this stubborn!"

"mydei—"

"go back to the grove, [y. name], and never come back here." mydei glowers at you from above, the blood on his body and the glowing ire in his eyes making him look madder than the titans. "i already have to shoulder the weight of an entire city. i don't need another burden."

you haven't registered that you've started crying until you realize that mydei's retreating form is blurred by your tears. phainon only sighs and shakes his head. mydei perhaps might have turned his back on you, but phainon, the flawless chrysos heir, surely he wouldn't—!

"i'm sorry [y. name]," he whispers, regret in his voice. his smile is soft as he wipes away your tears. "he was rude about it, but mydei's right. you should go back. it's safer in the grove."

"safer in the grove, or because i'm just a burden?" you bite, spite yet heartbreak in your voice. phainon looks taken aback, never having heard you talk with such bitterness before. he looks torn up about it, but he doesn't answer. he smiles that awkward smile again and calls over a medic to help you with your wounds. soon, he joins mydei's body in the distance.

you can't even see them anymore, sight too blurred by the torrent of tears.

the grove has been attacked by the black tide. professor anaxas has been missing in action ever since and so have you, his dear student who’s been with him ever since. that was the first news they’ve had of you in a long while.

phainon is worried. he’s been asking the survivors about your whereabouts ever since they sought refuge in okhema. they've always been fond of you, saying that anaxas didn't deserve having a student so soft-hearted and understanding, but today their faces twist uncomfortably at the mention of you. they recount how you've evacuated them out of the grove and they're grateful for that but...

"you've been best friends ever since, right, my boy?" a senior researcher tugs on the hero's sleeve. "if they ever come back, please help that poor child... they begin to resemble their mentor more and more everyday and, well." phainon is eager to rush to the grove, to find you and puzzled about the senior's warning. aglaea sends the trailblazer, castorice, and trianne instead, and so he's forced to play the waiting game and wonder what might be going on with you.

the trio come back from the grove with anaxas but no one else. hours later, hyacine rushes past him with a team of medics, pushing someone on a gurney. it doesn't take him a second before he recognizes the face beneath all that blood. how could he, when that was the same face crying for him and mydei all those years ago?

phainon and mydei (after being near-tackled by the panicked deliverer) rush to the place where you're being held. hyacine and a doctor is performing vital surgery on you, so they wait the long arduous hours outside your room pacing back and forth and barely saying anything. phainon watches mydei's face go from barely restrained anger to regret to quiet self-loathing as he finally stops pacing around and defeatedly slump on the seat.

hyacine finally comes out from the room, looking exhausted. hyacine's anger at them has simmered quickly— she's not the type hold grudges, after all— but she still looks hesitant to let them in. working with you closely, she knows better than anyone about the rift between the three of you. but looking at their desperate faces, she sighs and holds the door open. she only a mutters a plea to be kind to the patient, before leaving and taking a well-deserved nap.

mydei enters the room with the intent to keep you a piece of his mind until he sets his eyes on you. you look near-dead, like a walking corpse, and possibly... insane? rather than eating the porridge set for you, you're busy scribbling in your notebook. you're deeply invested in whatever you're writing, muttering incomprehensible and inane things to yourself. phainon tamps down the rising alarm within him. professor anaxas always holds himself to a high degree of self-confidence and collection, so your haggard looks can hardly be compared to him... but he can see it. that dangerous obsession with research, tiptoeing the line of self-harm...

he clears his throat. "[y. name]," he softly calls out. you flick your eyes to them and he flinches at how you don't even bother to hide your annoyance at being disturbed. he's never seen you look so... bleak. you were always shining in his eyes, full of curiousity and eager to purse the new and wonderful. "are... are you okay?"

you let out a noncommital grunt and go back to writing. it's a heavily bookmarked journal with loose paper peeking out. the two warriors watch in silence as you continue on, obviously ignoring them. mydei clicks his tongue.

"say something," he demands of you, coming out gruffer than he intended. it's hard, but he has to remind himself that you just survived a near-death experience. you sigh and put down the journal for good.

"i'm okay, my lords." dry and sarcastic, you look like you'd rather do anything than be talking to them. "thank you for paying attention to a mere researcher like me." you jut a thumb to the door. "now, exit's that way."

phainon looks like he's been stabbed in the gut. "[y. name], i know we've hurt you, but still—"

you crack a dry smile. "hurt? why would the chrysos heirs ever hurt me?" you look like you're thoroughly amused by your own act, while phainon and mydei look like they can barely control themselves. "so long as the flame-chase journey continues, you are heros who protect our homeland. how could you possibly hurt me in anyway?"

you've certainly inherited your professor's backhanded compliments, phainon thinks, but mydei grits his teeth and steps toward you. "cut this act," mydei snaps. "what the hell has gotten into you? we're here because we're worried and you just...!"

"snub you? disregard you?" you offer, smiling ruefully. "oh gee, wonder how that feels."

"we were doing it to protect you—"

"let's not mince words here, son of gorgo. we all know i'm just a burden for you heroes, i've long come to terms with it. now—" you pick the journal back up and give them a pointed stare. "— i have observations to write."

mydei clenches his fist and grits his teeth. there is a moment of hesitation, certainly not satisfied with this conversation, but he throws you a glare and stomps out of the room. phainon, meanwhile, stands still. he looks at you with the face you used to cherish, soft and boyish yet matured at the same time. "... [y. name]," he calls your name again, sweetly like the ones in your memories. "what... what happened to you?"

you don't even bother smiling anymore, staring back at him with those discompassionate eyes. the answer is reflected in them.

"do they not understand anything at all?!" mydei's voice booms throughout their private bath. the golden-haired prince always seems angry, but today he is furious. "they've always been the weakest one out of us three. they're not even a chrysos heir! it makes sense that we protect them!"

"we... we were too harsh on them," phainon says, thinking back on the day they turned their back on you. "we said all those awful stuff. even declined their gifts. it... it makes sense that they were hurt."

mydei scowls. despite it not being in his nature, he always made a point to exercise patience with civillians, but you just seem to drive him insane. "scholar," he scoffs. "they should be smart enough to figure it out on their own. the council of elders are on our every move and things could get worse if we continue fraternizing with them. can't they see that?!"

it's times like these that phainon is reminded how different the two of them are. mydei expects due diligence and perfection from you, while phainon is eager to claw his way back to your side. he furrows his brow and stands. "i'm going to apologize," he announces resolutely. "even if i have to beg on my knees. i didn't want any of this to happen in the first place."

"i knew you were pathetic, deliverer, but not like this." mydei stares disapprovingly at him from across the room. "don't you have any shame?"

"can't you see!" phainon's voice grows louder. "look at them! don't you know what the other scholars are saying? they grow more and more like the profesor each day, their experiments are near-fatal, heck, they don't even look alive!" his blue eyes waver as the picture of your gauntness passes him. "how can you just stand there and let it be!"

"because every day for the past years i've been training and honing myself so that no harm could come their way," mydei snarls, approaching phainon. his friend glares back at him as the two men meet face to face, not willing to back down from anther. "while you've been sighing and daydreaming about them this entire time. all this was for them."

"and yet they nearly died," phainon spits right back. "some protector you are, prince."

stubborn and prideful like the young men that they are, it takes more than a few moments before mydei's face softens and he backs down, turning away from phainon. "i'm not apologizing. grovel all you want, but i don't care. i did nothing wrong." phainon's face contorts back to anger and he opens his mouth before the prince cuts him off. "i've done everything i can these past few years to protect the grove and in turn them. this black tide was an oversight on my part, but i've protected them to the fullest extent that i can."

"and i know you have too." mydei turns to phainon. "i know the secret talks you've been having with those council of elders' lackeys. you persuade them to avoid the grove. you deter them from ever looking into [y. name]. you protect them in ways i can't."

"... they'll never understand. not now. not after what we've done."

"no," mydei admits. "and yet for all the protection we've done, they've still gone and gotten themselves in trouble. if not the black tide then this near-suicidal tendencies they exhibit."

they call mydei a prince bathed in blood. history books talk of the cruel and oppressive traitor who heartlessly murdered his father. phainon has never once seen this side of him before... except now.

mydei looks downright tyrannical.

"you agree, phainon, don't you?" mused the prince, golden eyes awaiting his agreement. "they can't be trusted with themselves."

phainon swallows the dryness in his throat. "they hate us now."

"like they said, we're chrysos heirs. it's in our nature to get what we want." red crystals form on the palm of the kremnoan, sculpting themselves into a carving of his desire. "i know you're not daft. we've known this for a long time, you and i."

he stretches out his palm. a cage of blood red. phainon averts his eye.

"come, deliverer. i've always liked that greedy part of you."

[nenehyuuchiha]

Little sis can see through his tsundere bullshit

[kkoga]

I think I like your sister₊ˎ✧ Megan Skiendiel, smau.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚When Megan Skiendiel and the rest of her members finally get the chance to visit the Philippines after many schedules, they meet the rest of family Laforteza. Including Sophia's younger sister, who stole Megan's heart the very moment they met eyes.

Featuring — Katseye, Le sserafim, and more

Disclaimer — brainrot language, harmful and rude jokes, no permanent face claim for y/n, and inaccurate portrayal of people in this smau.

Profiles𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ gayville , freaktown

1. Meeting the fam

2. Oh she fell

3. The thirsting is real

4. Collab

5. Am i dreaming

6. Landing

7. Dirty rooms

[caitlinclarksarms]

Pov: you're Y/n

[writeshite]

Villain!Reader: "I'm telling you, Bruce Wayne is Batman!"

Minion: "Oh, come on, Boss, that's a little far-fetched. Why'd you think that?"

Villain!Reader: *fantasised about Batman's jawline so much that they definitely noticed Bruce Wayne's is the exact same*

Villain!Reader: "I...well...that...I just do!"

Minion: "....riiiiiiiiiight."

The idea of Bruce getting found out as Batman cause Reader is thirsting that hard sends me everytime 😭

[laniidae-passerine]

positively obsessed with how Rockstar Lestat is the exact kind of guy one of my friends would show me a picture of and swear he’s really sexy and cool and brilliant. Whole time I’m thinking “oh dear GOD” staring at a trainwreck weirdo and wondering what’s happened to everybody else that is absolutely missing me. jesus christ he’s blond

[nebularyo]

so trigaze huh....

[notfernintheslighest]

everyday i am forced to make a choice

[idliketobeatree]

dead boy detectives contrapuntal poems — 2 — (1) (3) (4) (5)

[beetles4brains]

I was looking through some old fanfic drafts and found these gems

(yes this is about kdj and yjh orv)

[urjustjealizz]

GUYS THIS ISNT A HEAD CANNON OR ANYTHING ITS JSUT SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY

[lanoslamp]

haiiii- um if your requests are open can you do gojo getting absolutely demolished by domtop m reader.... pls pls lots of praise and maybe a pink collar if you're ok with that? If not just ordering him around and degrading/humiliating gojo is fine (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ I am not too picky

Also, if you have an anon list, can I be 🕳️anon? If it's taken, I would like to be 🍀 or 🫚anon then!

Take your time and remember to take breaks (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ !!

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏʏ

note: I didn’t know if u wanted afab gojo, so I didn’t add afab lang in this lil’ drabble. I also cringed a lil making this fic so appreciate it 😕 I think I lost track but…. I may have been high making this so there’s many details I forgot… 🤭

warnings:: no beta read, we die like men. sexual content, praise, (undercover edging) collars, leashing, orgasm denial, humiliation, overstim, gojo’s infinity doesn’t work, you can’t find logic here sorry.. suffocation (???) no prep :(

synopsis:: the strongest gets a nice little reward for being a good boy.

“name…hngh, mph.. please..?” gojo pleads as you stroke his dick slowly, your rough palms sliding against the vein of his dick so nicely. it’s only been around 5 minutes, but it feels like it’s been hours. “just wait f’me, m’kay? if you hold it, I’ll give you a reward.” he nods his head, on the verge of tears from the pain coming from his red, angry cock. “doin’ so good for me… like the good boy you are.” you pick up the pace, stroking his cock faster, little by little. “please.. please, please..” you cover his slit, preventing any cum leaking out.

You smear his pre all over his tip before covering his slit again. “not yet.” you mumble, staring at his little cock in amusement as you notice his cock the same shade as his face, his cock twitching in your hand as you slow down, seeing how gojo’s cock twitches and turns from different paces, like you’re experimenting on him. gojo whines from frustration, moving to put his hand on his cock. you slap it away, looking at him with a dissatisfied expression.

you stop stroking him, letting go of his cock as he whines from the loss of buildup. “you want to cum? hm, gojo?” you ask him in a mocking tone, but gojo doesn’t even notice from the desperation to cum, I mean… hey, you can’t really blame him. he wanted to cum so bad, he couldn’t control it..!! he nods in a heartbeat, agreeing without hesitation. “mhm, wanna cum so badd..!”

you put a pink little collar on his neck, connecting the buckle before connecting a leash to the d-ring. “on all fours, baby.” gojo complies, getting on his hands and knees, facing the wall. You run your hand down his spine, gojo shivering from the touch, his back arching. you hold his hips and place before sliding your cock into his pretty pink hole slowly.

gojo whines at the intrusion in his hole, hiding his face in the sheets as you continue, bottoming out with a groan, while gojo whimpers into the sheets. his hole pulses around your cock, chains of curses and moans coming from his mouth.

you let out a sigh before grabbing the leash, holding the grip securely. you finally (to gojo) decide to move, your cock sliding in and out his ass nicely. his hole so welcoming, as if it was made for you, molded perfectly like a fleshlight. thinking about it gets you riled up, picking up the pace with each thrust. gojo mewls, gasping and moaning, each moan cutting off the other like little ‘ah, ah ah’s’

“hnn.. oh, right— right there..!” gojo spewed, a guttural moan forced from his mouth as you tugged on his collar with a leash, gojo came from only that, his semen staining his pretty pink gown. his hole squirms and clenches around you, as if he doesn’t want you to move not an inch. you smirk and continue your pace, wrapping the leash around your arm before pulling it.

the feeling— is one that of fear and bliss. one part of his mind is in a panic from the loss of oxygen. instinctively, he puts his hand up to his neck, and tears threaten to escape from his eyes. but then again, the other part is thinking about the overwhelming pleasure— you plowing him from behind. your pace— is almost poisonous. it’s slowly killing him.

oh fuck.

his dick twitches again before he cums again, his back arching so suddenly it starts to hurt. his eyes roll back into his head, pure ecstasy overlapping his thoughts. you let go of the leash before pulling out, letting gojo fall on the bed.

“why’d you give out? we have much more to do..” you turn him on his back, moving his right leg to his shoulder, getting in between his legs. gojo doesn’t even comprehend or realize what you’re about to do as he lets himself be handled by you.

you slide your cock back inside his ass before immediately gettting down to business before gojo finally realizes what you’re doing “w-wait..! no more..!” gojo exclaims, moving his legs and closing them “mm? I still haven’t came yet.” you said while moving his legs back. “be a good boy and take it, ‘kay?” gojo nods before wrapping his arm around your neck, positioning himself move comfortably.

“good boy..” you praise him before bottoming out again, this time moving with only a motive to cum, fucking him like he’s a sex doll of some sort. gojo cries out at the new angle, feeling as if you’re fucking him in the guts. you level yourself to his neck, assaulting his nape, leaving red and purple blotches after you’re done with each part of skin you’ve been working on.

girly squeals and cries escape gojo as you thrust your hips like a wild beast in heat. his hands bury themselves in your hair, tugging on each coil/string of hair as he whines from the overstimulation. tear-stained face, a red angry cock begging for attention, and a very tired gojo.

once again, he feels that tight, white coil of heat building in his belly, and it feels like with each thrust of your hips, you’re tugging on it, stretching it further, and further. his prostate? abused. everything feels raw, and gojo just can’t explain the feeling. but he’s snapped out of his trance when you hit his prostate, repeatedly nudging against it. the friction is just too much to handle!! gojo orgasms right there on the spot, the coil pulling back as it’s limit was reached, gojo’s back arching and his toes curling, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he reaches a state of absolutely nothing, but of bliss. his ass clenches around your cock, making you climax right after, your hips stuttering as you squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip to contain a groan, but it slips right out.

after the both of you come down from your high, you wipe his tears before smiling at him “that’s my good boy.”

lanoslamp 2024. do not steal.

hand me the requests before the semester starts or else broken light bulbs will be shoved up asses like anal sex 😽

[mxchibomb]

content. mdni 18+

ermes costello, jolyne kujo ! threesome, implied squirting

three best friends in a room, they might kiss.

 mid-day, chest to chest and chest to back. heat infiltrated the prison cell as two similar shades of pale green smeared over your body. steamy breaths mixed together as needy lips pushed together in a messy kiss. jolyne's liptick made a painting of your face, off to the sides of your lips and practically disappearing from hers.

 ermes' lipstick marks barely looked like lips anymore as she bit into your already covered neck, green mixing in with reds and purples. her hands were more wild than the others, nails scratching at your skin and pulling at your clothes while jolyne's simply rested on your now barely covered waist. your shirt had already been opened down the middle, your pants off somewhere only god could tell you.

 you and jolyne's soft moans were muffled by each other's mouths, her soft fingertips digging craters into the the plush skin of your abdomen. spit pooled against your tongues, dripping from the sides of your lips and creating raindrops that slid down your chin.

 "you're stealin' all the attention." you could hear an annoyed murmur from where ermes stood behind you before rougher fingers tugged at your wet jaw. a tongue that tasted like spearmint gum forced its way into your mouth, desperate to meet yours in a kiss messier than the one before. her large hands fiddled and pulled at the thin fabric covering you wet cunt, your panties landing a soft snap! as it met back with your skin. fingers shifted downwards.. down your sides, past your bellybutton and down to your thighs. she squeezed both, leaving a soft red mark on one as her hand landed on impact against your sensitive skin.

 they led back to your hips, knuckles gently caressing against the pelvic bones before calloused fingerpads reached down into your panties to run over soft, leaking folds earning you a deeply pleased groan from ermes. your knees began to buckle underneath your body weight and soft whimpers hung in your throat as two of her fingers toyed with your twitching clit, syrupy slick drowning her digits.

 with a smile, jolyne's knees met the floor and another pair of hands that you barely noticed began to pull down your panties. struggling to lift a leg, you helped jolyne get them fully off of your body. cold air rushed against your soaking pussy and ermes hand, allowing her to feel more free in her movements and slowly pushing her middle and index fingers inside your weeping hole and creating a soft squelch. an elongated moan from you tore you away from the standing female's mouth.

 "ermes.." you whined at her with a soft buck of your hips as she pumped inside of you, unforgiving.

 "hear that, jolyne?" ermes was almost mocking you with a conceited smile, confidence oozing out of her as she glanced down at the other woman. but jolyne's eyes were trailed down to watch how your sopping wet hole so loudly sucked up ermes fingers, begging for a turn.

 "i'm sure there's room." she mumbled under her breath.

 the back of your right knee met a shoulder as a hand, stronger than you expected, pushed it over to rest atop her. you squeaked softly as a pair of lips kissed at your naked stomach and another two fingers reached underneath ermes to begin adding force to slide into you alongside the other.

 "jolyne!" you weakly leaned back against the standing person behind you, clenching tightly around the now four fingers filling up your hole. they rubbed against each other, fighting to find out what rhythm suited your insides best. they curled inside you, your cunt dripping down jolyne's fingers while ermes' began to prune in your juices. " 'm cumming!" you whined pathetically, thrusting your hips to meet the two hands pushing inside of you. soft flutters of your pussy walls against the new girth, the closer you got the harder you clenched down, chanting a series of 'yes's before the nearing of your climax quickly exploded.

 you gushed and writhed in hot pleasure, one of your own hands coming down to tightly wrap around one of the women's wrists.. you weren't exactly sure who, as a stream of clear shot out and decorated the floor in a pool of liquid. your ears twitched, recognizing both voices from both above you and below you as they released a soft groan in response.

 "shit.." you heard ermes lowly mumble with rasp, swallowing thickly.

this will have a part two ?

[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

Y/n: is it gay to be a homosexual?

Natasha: are.. are you serious?

Y/n: I saw a post about it and now I'm curious.

Natasha: oh my poor dumb sweet detka

[radioactive-yuri]

cringe culture is dead. especially to me. especially if its you