#imagining Egypt extras | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

thelargefrye · 1 year ago

Text

CLEOPATRA … mature one - shot | part one

pairing : ateez x f!reader

genre : mature, fantasy, royalty, ancient egypt inspired setting, smut

word count : 6k

warnings : language, heavy nudity (sexual and non-sexual), yn is viewed as a descendant of the gods, infidelity (its a loveless marriage but they are still married), drinking

smut warnings : unprotected sex, multiple smut scenes (3 total), slight exhibitionism, oral (f), mentions of past pregnancy sex, some of the guys have a breeding kink, masturbation, slight cum eating

honorary suffer tag : @sanjoongie

inspired by this tiktok.

you had power that no man could ever imagine. as such you bowed to no one. you were known throughout the continent as the ruler that would protect her country no matter the cost.

hongjoong let out a frustrated sigh, a hand running through his black locks as he walked down one of the many corridors of the extravagant palace. he walks in long strides, ignoring all the servants that pause and bow at him. he'll feel bad about not acknowledging them later, but right now he's on a mission.

he approaches your private quarters, yunho standing guard outside of your chambers doors like always. that's tells him that you are at least in your chambers. wherever you are is where yunho will always be.

when hongjoong comes closer to your chambers, that's when yunho finally turns to look at the first prince consort. his eyes sharp and always on guard.

"her highness is a little busy at the moment, your highness," yunho's voice is just as stoic as his eyes, cold and on guard.

"i don't care, this is important," hongjoong brushes him off and yunho does nothing to stop him from entering. not that he would anyways, hongjoong is one of the few people aside from yourself that the guard would listen to.

hongjoong doesn't waste a second in bursting through the doors to your quarters. the highly decorated chambers shows how you are the ruler of isis and descendant of the gods. the gold lining the room was something one of the first rulers of the country had done in order to show how important and godly they were. hongjoong remembers you mentioning several times how you hate the over the top gold in the room and how you desperately want it gone.

however, your father would probably come back from the underworld if you ever tried to change anything about the pharaoh's private quarters.

hongjoong is knocked out of his thoughts when he is greeted by the sight of you riding wooyoung. hongjoong can't help but feel his mouth run dry at the sight of you energetically bouncing on wooyoung's cock. your breast bouncing and he watches wooyoung squeeze one of them, the other slapping your ass and gripping and squeezing the flesh tightly. hongjoong feels himself getting hard from the scene in front of him. you always looked like you were glowing when one of them fucked you.

a beautiful goddess surrounded with nothing but love and he would gladly worship you for the rest of his life if he could.

but not right now, right now he needed to speak with you.

"y/n," his voice breaks through the lustful atmosphere in the room. you turn your head to look at your first husband, a parchment gripped in his hands from the news he had received from a guard. you falter your speed for a second, distracted by hongjoong's appearance and wooyoung takes this moment to flip the two of you over.

your head now at the foot of large, silk covered bed, legs now bent over the top half of your body as wooyoung pounds into your pussy. his hips moving at a first pace that has your eyes rolling back from the feeling. you can feel him hitting the deepest parts of your pussy, almost like he was about to penetrate into your womb. not that you would mind.

"ho-hong-joong~" you moan out, looking at your husband, mouth open in the perfect o-shape.

"hey, hey, hey! don't be saying his name when i'm balls deep inside of you!" wooyoung pouted making you whine when he did an extra hard thrust inside of you.

"y/n, something urgent has come up," hongjoong says, completely ignoring the fact that you and wooyoung were still fucking.

"w-what's wrong?" you ask, watching as hongjoong moves closer to you and wooyoung, now standing the end of the bed. you have to crane your head back in order to look at him upside down. you notice the look of concern over his face and you use one of your hands to reach for his. intertwining your hands together.

"there's been news about the minerva empire wanting to invade isis and take over," hongjoong says. "some of our spies have sent word about minerva's emperor planning something."

"minerva's emperor? isn't he that old bastard who was about to keel over?" you ask, remembering the emperor seonghwa had described to you during his travels several years ago.

"apparently he died two years ago and their new emperor is suppose to be this great war general. they've been invading and conquering smaller countries, adding to their empire," hongjoong tells you and the sudden news of this former war general has caught your attention.

it seems to have caught wooyoung's as well, as your second husband has seemingly stopped fucking you in favor of listening to hongjoong. wooyoung moves off of you in favor of relaxing against the silk pillows that laid fluffed at the head of your bed. you sat up, turning to face hongjoong with neither you nor wooyoung opting to cover up your bare bodies.

"a new emperor?" you said, tilting your head in wonder at this news. "i'm not worried, joongie, isis is a great empire that can not be invaded that easily," you tell him, running your hand down his chest. your fingers grazing over the soft fabric of his tunic.

"but y/n this is serious!" you notice the worry in his tone at the thought of the minerva empire even thinking of invading your home, his home, and your daughter's home.

"joong–

"why don't you just invite this new emperor here and throw a banquet for him?" wooyoung speaks up after having remained silent. you both turn to see wooyoung lounging behind you, hands behind his head like he had no care in the world. "if you invite him and show off the amount of power you and isis hold, then maybe that will make him think twice about invading."

"you mean assert dominance?" hongjoong asks and wooyoung nods.

"wow, wooyoung, that's pretty smart," you say, a teasing smile on your face as your crawl towards him and settle down next to him.

wooyoung lets out a small 'tsk' sound at your words, "give me more credit, dove, i'm smarter than i look," he teases back, wrapping his arms around you.

"joongie, call seonghwa and my advisor. let's send out an invite to our new little emperor," you say, a smile overtaking your features. hongjoong looks like he wants to say something, and you wait for him to but he changes his mind. he simply nods his head before turning heading for the door to summon seonghwa and your advisor.

seonghwa was a little worried when a servant had come to him while he was with his daughter, telling him that you had summoned him. his daughter's nanny was quick to take her out of his arms. seonghwa makes sure to press a quick kiss to the top of her head before he is bidding her goodbye and taking his leave.

when he approaches your chambers, jongho trailing behind him, he is greeted with the sight of yunho and yeosang both standing guard now at your door.

"is everything alright?" seonghwa asks the two guards.

yeosang is the one to speak up to answer the consort, "the pharaoh as requested for you and her advisor. prince consort hongjoong and prince consort wooyoung are already inside."

seonghwa can't help but raise his eyebrow at the guard's words, but nonetheless goes into your quarters. when he enters, he finds you and wooyoung wrapped in your golden robes, it being quite obvious that you are bare underneath. you're sitting at your table by the balcony doors which are open and letting in the warm afternoon air. hongjoong is standing next to you and wooyoung is still on your bed.

your advisor is sitting on a stool next you, writing your words down as you say them.

"what's going on?" seonghwa asks, earning the attention of everyone in the room, say for your advisor.

"her highness and wooyoung have had the amazing idea of inviting the enemy into our home to throw him a banquet," hongjoong says and you can all hear the irritation in his voice. you ignore him.

"there's rumors of the minvera empire and their new emperor wanting to invade isis, so i'm inviting him to show him that it is not something he wants to do," you explain to seonghwa, watching as he comes up to you.

seonghwa takes your hand, pressing a firm kiss to it before he is sitting down in chair across from you. "new emperor?" he asks, echoing your words and he sees hongjoong nod his head.

"apparently he's a great war general. what did you say his name was?" you ask, looking towards hongjoong and your advisor.

"san," hongjoong answered.

"ah, yes! emperor san," you say, a bright smile on your face; however, you three husbands can tell how this is not a genuine smile and that you are hiding something behind it. something that none of them have figured out yet.

"san..." seonghwa says trailing off, trying to remember if he's heard that name before. "ah! that's the name of the general that led minerva into victory during their takeover of the apollo kingdom," seonghwa says once the memory finally came to him.

"oh? that was him?" you ask, sounding impressed by the information you just learned.

"y/n, are you sure you want to invite him? what if they try to attack while inside the kingdom?" seonghwa asks, voice his concern that both him and hongjoong now have.

"hmm," you trail off for a moment, not saying anything, but clearly thinking, "yunho!" your voice is loud and commanding and the doors to your chamber open to the sight of your personal guard coming into the room.

you beckon the guard over and he walks to you before kneeling down next to you, "yes, my pharaoh?" he asks, eyes looking downward to the ground as to not disrespect you. it was known that anyone that wasn't one of your consort husbands could never make eye contact. it was forbidden to look at a descendant of the gods like they were on the same level as any other human.

"if there was an enemy inside the kingdom, would you kill them the second they tried to bring harm to me and the kingdom?" you ask, hand combing through the guard's dark locks and brushing them away from his eyes. despite him not making eye contact with you, you can't help but admire yunho's eyes.

"yes, my pharaoh. i would kill anyone for you," he says making a large grin stretch onto your face as you look from your personal guard to your two worried husbands.

"woobin," your advisor snaps to attention at the call of his name, "finish writing and send out the invitation to emperor san immediately."

"i can't believe the bastard agreed to come," hongjoong says as he lets out an annoyed sigh despite sinking into the warm water of the large bath that him, seonghwa, and wooyoung shared.

the bathhouse was the one place that you never entered, it was only for the prince consorts and any sons that they had with you. a place for only them to sit and relax in. the place decorated like the rest of the castle, after you had made servants redo the bath after your father and grandfather had left it to basically fall apart. your husbands deserved a place to relax in peace and you would be damned if they had to suffer through a bathhouse room like your mother and your father's other wives had to.

"of course he did, it was an open invitation to come and take a look at the country without the worry of losing men," seonghwa says as he relaxed next to hongjoong who had a deep frown on his face. "y/n knows what she's doing, maybe we should just trust her," he adds.

"she has a plan, i could tell from her face," hongjoong sighs, "i'm just annoyed that i don't know what she's thinking."

"have a little more faith in our pharaoh, you two," wooyoung's voice echos as he walks into the bath. hongjoong can't help but roll his eyes at wooyoung who is once again naked, not bothering to even cover himself with a towel like the other two have.

"wooyoung, can you be any more shameful?" seonghwa asks, looking away from the younger male who walks down the white marble steps and into the water.

"yah, don't be jealous, hwa, green isn't your color," wooyoung teases as he settles into the water. "but i think you two are doubting y/n. she knows what she's doing, she has been pharaoh for a while now," he adds looking at his fellow consorts.

"i'm just worried is all. i don't want anyone to be in danger," seonghwa says voicing his main concern. he's worried that this emperor will try to not only harm you but also your children. he would die if something happened to his daughter.

"you're not the only one worried, hwa," wooyoung says, snapping the eldest out of his thoughts. "i'm worried about the enemy coming here as well, but i also trust y/n."

"i guess you're right," hongjoong says, finally speaking back up after watching the two go back and forth. "we should trust y/n and her decisions, but the worry will still be there."

you couldn't help the breathy moan that ripped through your throat as you threw your head back onto the lush amount of pillows. you had to try your best to not close your legs around yunho's head, knowing that he would stop if you didn't keep your legs open.

his tongue continued to lick your pussy, at this point basically making out with your lower lips. his nose continuously nudging your clit and adding to the stimulation that coursed through your lower half, sending a warmth through your entire body.

"hmm~ yunho!" you moan out, tugging at his dark locks causing him to let out a groan that vibrates through you. you felt yunho's hands come up to grip your thighs, massaging and digging his fingers into the flesh. you feel his tongue flicking in and out of you before he's flattening his tongue and licking up your pussy.

you feel your eyes roll back, head tilting, and back arching thanks to the pleasurable feeling. sometimes you can't believe how good yunho makes you feel, mainly because of how cold and emotionless he is when on duty. yet despite the harsh stare he gives you while eating your pussy, he still manages to make your toes curl.

"does that feel good, pharaoh?" he asks, tone deep and breath warm as it fans over your slowly heating up skin.

"mmh, yes~ please keep going," you tell him and he chuckles before diving back in. "so good," you breath out softly.

you were honestly still surprised by how willing yunho was to please you since the beginning. always taking care of you even when you were pregnant. you remember settling between his legs and letting his calloused hands roam your body and touch you.

"yu-yunho?" your voice breaks through the peaceful silence that the two of you had set. you look down at your guard to find him looking up at you. his eyes boring into your own, as it was the only time he could look at you like how your husbands do. because in this moment he wasn't your guard, but your lover. "do you think– fuck, right there– do you think... that i shouldn't have, mmh, invited e-emperor san?"

that questioning had been weighing on you since that conversation weeks ago. the way hongjoong and seonghwa were against it made you want to reconsider everything, yet you need to make sure this new emperor of the minerva empire knew not to mess with you. you were the pharaoh of isis, you had a duty to look powerful and protect your country and people. your husbands included.

you watch as yunho pulls away from your pussy before he's sitting up and resting on his knees. his face void of emotions like it always was.

"what would you like to hear, my pharaoh?" he asks and you make an annoyed huff sound before rolling your eyes at him.

"your honest opinion," you tell him.

yunho hums before he's casually lifting your leg up, letting your calf rest on his shoulder. he presses a few kisses to your leg as it looks like he's in thought.

"i think that if you did it for a reason then my pharaoh shouldn't worry about any danger the emperor of minerva might bring. you cannot change the past, but you can change the future," he says as his hand comes up to cup your heat, running his fingers through your drenched folds.

"gosh, who knew you could be so wise," you huff out with a teasing tone.

"i can be very wise if my pharaoh wants me to be, or i can be as savage as the rest of my people," he says, repeating words that many people of isis have said about yunho's people.

"would being a savage get you to fuck me?" you question, tilting your head to the side as you looked up at your guard who towered over you in this moment.

"if i fuck my pharaoh like a savage, i can't guarantee i won't get you pregnant with my savage heir," he says as you watch him remove the fabrics that covered his lower half and his hard cock standing tall and proud and waiting to breed.

"hmm, that sounds nice, that means i get to keep you to myself. i am a very selfish pharaoh after all. would you fill me up and give me my first bastard child," you say and yunho licks his lips before he's using the head of his cock to tease and rub between your folds. slicking you up with his pre-cum.

"i'll do whatever my pharaoh wants," he tells you making a cheshire grin spread across your lips as you felt him enter you.

"ah! welcome, emperor san, it is a pleasure to met you," you say, a welcoming smile on your face as you watched the male walk up the large stoned steps of the palace in order to approach you.

you had to admit that san was a handsome man. his jaw was sharp and defined and his skin was sun-kissed. his feline-like eyes darting around and looking at his surroundings before they settle on your form. his eyes rack over your silk covered body and you notice how he faintly licks his lips before he stoping a good distance in front of you.

"of course," his voice is strong like the rest of him, "i was pleasantly surprised when i received your invitation, pharaoh," he adds, hands coming to rest behind his back. his shoulders are straight and you notice how his muscles bulge underneath his tunic and armor. fuck, you could definitely see the former war general side of him when he stands like this.

"well, i just wanted to congratulate and get to know the new emperor of minerva. even if i am two years late which i apologize for," you say, a bashful smile on your lips, but san easily brushes the comment off.

"it's quite alright, pharaoh. better late than never, and i do love a party, especially when it's in my honor," he says making you laugh.

"shall we go inside then? my servants will show your men to their rooms before being escorted to the banquet hall," you tell him and san nods his head taking several steps forward before he's offering you his arm which you happily take.

"does this mean i get a private tour by the great pharaoh goddess herself, then?" he asks, a smirk overtaking his lips and you let out a small hum at his question.

"of course, nothing but the best for my honorary guest," you tell him as you both walk into the palace, the swarm of people following behind the two of you.

"and this is where my consorts' quarters are located," you say and you notice how this catches san's attention.

"how many consorts do you have?" he asks.

"i have three; hongjoong, wooyoung, and seonghwa," you say feeling a sense of pride as you speak of your husbands. even if was just saying their names.

"do you love your husbands?" you're a little surprised by his question but you do your best to hide your surprise.

"yes, i love them very much," you tell him and san can only nod his head at your answer as you both continue to walk. "are you married?"

"i am. i have a wife, siyeon," he says and you notice how he doesn't seem as energetic to talk about her like you are about your husbands.

"i'm sure she's very beautiful," you tell him with a soft smile and san can only nod. "do you have any children?"

"no. none yet," he answers sharply and you make note about how he doesn't want to talk about his wife.

"tell me, emperor san," you begin, earning his attention, "do you like to fuck or make love?" now this question caught him off guard, and you had to try hard to suppress your grin. "or which one do you prefer? fucking or making love?" you're teasing him now and you can tell that san is quick to catch on to your tone.

"i like to fuck," he says taking a deep breath as he watches you run a hand down his arm, his muscles twitching under your touch. "but i would prefer to make love. let it be raw and real," he adds and you let a small smile grace your lips.

"do you fuck your wife? or do you need someone else to pleasure you?" you ask, your hand coming to rest around the back of his neck. your fingers playing with the ends of his hair.

"it depends," he begins lower his face closer to yours so your lips are inches a part, "is her highness offering to let me fuck her raw in her own private quarters?"

"it depends," you say mimicking his words, "tomorrow night when the moon is at its highest. i'll be waiting for you," you tell him. "but right now everyone is waiting for us, it would be rude to keep your men waiting," you say, slipping away from him as you begin to walk towards the banquet hall, leaving san to catch up with you.

when you and san entered the banquet hall, many of the isis nobles and soldiers from minerva seemed to be chattering and enjoying themselves. you were quick to notice hongjoong, wooyoung, and seonghwa sitting in their spots near the head of the table. however, a spot to your right was left open in order for san to sit next to you.

"i made sure to prepare a mixture of classic foods from both isis and minerva, in order to add some variety and flavor for everyone here," you explain as you and san walk down the table. the nobles from your country bowing as you walked by while the soldiers from minerva bowed to san.

"i'm impressed with how much you prepared, pharaoh," he says and you smile at him as you gesture to his seat next to hongjoong and across from wooyoung. you take your seat at the head of the table and look to see all the nobles still bowing their heads as they wait for you to speak.

"please, continue enjoying yourselves. this is a celebration for our honored guest," you say with a smile and the nobles are quick to obey your words.

"and these are my beautiful consort husbands," you say with a smile as your gesture to the three males. "the one beside you is hongjoong, the one across from you is wooyoung, and next to him is seonghwa."

wooyoung smiled at you as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. his fingers intertwining with yours as you continued your conversation with san. you noticed how san looked at your and wooyoung's hands before his eyes flickered up to meet yours.

"a pleasure to meet you three," he says with a firm smile, and the tree males all return the smile with firm ones of their own.

the banquet continues as you planned it would. many of the nobles and soldiers drinking and eating to their hearts content for the next few hours. entertainment in the background going on with music and dancers. you and san watched as some of his men attempted to dance like some of your dancers, but failed miserably due to their drunkenness. his second in command, mingi was probably the only one not to fail miserably, but still struggled to keep up.

eventually, wooyoung even got up and was able to dance. you couldn't help the smile that painted your lips as you watched him move effortlessly in time with the music.

"wow, he's really good at dancing," san says as you both watch your second husband.

"wooyoung was originally a dancer before i married him. he could dance to anything whether sober or drunk," you brag and san only nods his head at your words.

it was only a few hours later when most of san's men had dragged themselves and each other to their rooms. several servants following after them to help them find their way. at the same time, the nobles also stumbled out of the palace as they made their way back to their own homes.

you personally escorted san back to his room and before you could bid him goodnight, he's pulling you in close to him. your nose squished against his as he lips ghosted over yours from how close you both where.

"be prepared for me, i plan on making it raw and real," he says, before he's letting you go and licking his lips.

"of course, emperor san, i'll be waiting. goodnight," you say, before you turn on your heel and walk back down the grand corridor. making sure to let your hips sway as you walked away.

when you returned to your own quarters, you were not surprised to find your three lovers waiting for you. you let out a sigh as you walked past them and over to your vanity in order to start removing your jewelry and makeup.

"what's your plan, y/n?" hongjoong asks as you both look at each other through your mirror.

"i'm going to get him to marry me," you say, turning to look at your husband. "then we will have a strong ally," you add.

"that was your plan this whole time?" hongjoong asks, voice raising as he is complete applaud by your words.

"no, i didn't think of it until i saw him. i knew i wanted to become allies but knowing he's in a loveless marriage just makes this plan even better."

"you're a nasty woman," wooyoung says a wide grin on his face, his hyena laugh echoing through your quarters. "i love it," he adds making you giggle as you finish removing your makeup. you then stand up and begin to undress. letting your dress fall and become a puddle around your ankles leaving you bare to your three husbands.

"this is a bad idea, y/n," hongjoong says as you come up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. your body flush against his clothed one. a chill runs down your spine when you feel his cold hands run over your skin. "what happens if this plan fails?"

"it won't fail. i won't let it," you tell him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. "i already have him falling into my grasp. i'm close to getting somewhere."

"trust her, joong. if he fucks the god pussy then he won't be able to say no to her," wooyoung says, speaking up from his place on your bed. you turn to give wooyoung a sneaky grin which he returns. "i should know, once you fuck god pussy, you won't want nothing else but it."

"have more respect for your wife and pharaoh, wooyoung," seonghwa says finally speaking up for the first time tonight.

"don't be pissy, hwa, you're just mad you haven't fucked her in a while," wooyoung throws back and you realize that he's right.

it has been a while since you and seonghwa have been together. pulling away from hongjoong, you quickly make yourself comfortable between seonghwa's legs. kneeling between your husband, you let your hands run up and down his thighs as he looks down at you.

"what do you think, hwa? do you trust me?"

"o-of course, love, i trust you and i believe you know what you are doing," he says and you smile before kissing the skin of his thigh that was peeking underneath his tunic.

"when are you going to talk to him?" hongjoong asks as he watches you slowly trail your hands up, moving seonghwa's tunic up as you do so.

"he's going to visit me tomorrow night."

"i wasn't expecting you to be this prepared when waiting for me," san says with a smirk as he enters your chambers to the sight of you touching yourself. your middle and ring fingers covered in your slick juices as you slide them in and out of your wet pussy. the heat of your core sending pleasurable chills up your spine.

"f-figured i'd give you a personal show," you say with a smile as you watch san stalk closer to you. he easily unties and discards the robe that was around him, showing you that he was wearing nothing underneath it. his half hard cock slowly growing the more he watched you.

he stood at the foot of your bed, watching as you continued to fuck yourself before he was crawling onto the bed and closer to you. san watched with sharp eyes as you used your free hand to grope your breast. squeezing the flesh of your tit and pinching your nipple and tweaking it.

san couldn't help but groan when he watched you remove your fingers to see them coated in your juices. he quickly grasped your wrist before popping your fingers into his mouth. his tongue wrapping around your digits, cleaning them before he's removing them with a clean pop. you couldn't help the stuttered moan that left your lips.

"so," he begins as he crawls up body, his hands pressing into the silk sheets below you as he props himself up. "why does the beautiful pharaoh want to have her pussy fucked by someone like me? compared to your husbands, i'm definitely not your type of man," he says, lips ghosting over yours as he speaks.

"i love sex, i'll fuck whoever i want," you reply making him chuckle before he's sitting up and positioning himself between your legs.

"yeah? then you'll let me fuck you? what happens if i get you pregnant with my heir?" he asks as he positions himself, the head of his cock teasing your entrance and running between your folds. you let out a loud cry as you felt him thrust his cock inside of you in one thrust. your back arches as san has your legs propped onto your shoulders.

his pace is immediate and ruthless. almost animalistic like his primal instincts are taking over as he fucks you.

"f-fuck san!" you shout, not caring who hears. not caring about how yunho is outside your door right now, listening as san pounds away at your pussy, using it how he pleases.

"what will happen if– if i fill you up full of my cum? leave you nice and full for the rest of my stay here?" he looks hypnotized as he watches your breast bounce with each of his thrust.

"do you want an heir? w-want a child between the two of us, something– fuck! something you don't have with your wife back in minerva?" you taunt him and san groans as he rolls his head back at your words.

you let out a loud gasp, back arching as your mouth forms a perfect o-shape and san knows he hit a sweet spot. he can't help but think you look beautiful especially like this.

"s-so, i've heard you wa-want to– fuck, form an alliance between isis and minerva," he says and you can't help but run your hands down his chest.

"y-yeah, i want to combine our powers," you tell him as you pull him closer to you, you clench hard around his cock and san has to keep himself from feeling lost in the feelings of your pussy sucking him in.

"combine our powers?" he echoes, hips continue to drill into you as the room is overpowered with the sounds of skin on skin mixed with your heavy moans.

"we– we could be unstoppable," you tell him as you feel yourself growing closer to your climax.

"you think so? is that why you want my cock?" he teases as you clench once more around him. "i'd fill your cunt with my cum as our two empires become allies, is that all you really want?"

with one final thrust, its enough to have you coming around him. your walls tighten around his cock and it makes it almost impossible for him to continue moving in that moment. he lets out a deep groan at the tightness but ignores it in order to continue his movements. his thrusts prolonging your orgasm. he wants to extend it just a little longer. wants to extend the feeling of you two connected and as one. something he's never felt before, especially with his wife.

"s-san," you call out his name before he's crashing his lips onto yours. he can tell how fucked out you're becoming the longer he continues to abuse your poor pussy.

he doesn't ever want this feeling of raw emotions to stop. san's decided that he likes feeling like this.

"f-fuck, why does your pussy feel so good," he groans as he continues to thrust into you. your moans like music to his ears as he continues to listen to you let out breathy moan and call out his name. despite being a drooling and moaning mess beneath him, san thinks you look breathtaking.

"s-san, lets becoming one," you say and san groans at your words. he does a particularly harsh and deep thrust and you swear that it hits the entrance to your womb. you feel your eyes roll back as you clench tightly around his cock.

"sure, lets... lets become one, my pharaoh," he says as he looks at you with an equally fucked out face.

"please..." you begin to say, "call me y/n," you finish and san smiles at your words.

"y/n... y/n, y/n, y/n!" with every pronounce of your name, he does an equally harsh thrust into your leaking and abused pussy. you feel san begin to stutter in his thrusts before he's finally coming with a cry of your name. you can't help but come one more time as you feel san paint your walls with his thick cum.

you know everyone in the palace will know what the two of you did tonight, but you don't care. you had san wrapped around your finger and it was only a matter of time before you officially became as one.

san let out a groan as he rolled onto his back next to you. a layer of sweat covering his golden body making it look shiny as he relaxed into your sheets. you turn onto your side, immediately cuddling up next to him and he has a blissed out smile on his face as he holds you close.

"was that raw and real enough for you?" you tease, a hand coming up to trace the toned muscles of his chest and abs. "so about that alliance..."

"fuck..." is all he says before you're moving to straddle him. "i want you to come visit minerva in a months time and there we can... discuss this alliance."

you can't help the smirk that graces your lips before you're leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. you couldn't wait to rub it into hongjoong and seonghwa's faces about how your plan was coming along smoothly.

maybe wooyoung was right about not being able to say no to the god pussy after all.

tag list : @frankenstein852 @watamotee33 @kawennote09 @mixling-blog @marahleiwhen @kpopnightingale @harry-the-pottypus @pyeonghongrie @sanniesbum @marvelahsobx @khjcoo @mysticfire0435 @exfolitae @dementedaly @simeonswhore @moonm1st @nvmbheart @spooo00oky @frgogh (i still don't know why i can't tag you) @sookacc @seongwin @burnsmepls @ad0rechuu @tunaasan @northerngalxy @silverpixiedust23

special tag list : @kpop-stories-21 @wooyoungqueen @dimpledsatan

network : @cultofdionysusnet

if you want to join my tag list fill out my form here!

#cultofdionysusnet #kdiarynet #ateez x reader #ateez blurbs #ateez imagines #poly ateez x reader #ateez hongjoong x reader #ateez wooyoung x reader #ateez seonghwa x reader #ateez san x reader #ateez smut #hongjoong smut #wooyoung smut #seonghwa smut #san smut #ateez historical au #cleopatra.

941 notes · View notes

elvisslittleegypt · 5 days ago

Text

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄, 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐆𝐘𝐏𝐓

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 : Elvis Presley x FEM!Reader

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 : "Kiss me Little Egypt" follows Y/N, a bold and confident showgirl at the Moulin Rouge in 1950s Paris, known for her mesmerizing belly dancing. When Elvis Presley visits the city during his military service, he is captivated by her performance. As their worlds collide, a passionate and complicated romance unfolds, challenging both their independence and their desires, set against the backdrop of fame, judgment, and self-discovery.

Paris greeted him with a chill that bit through his military-issued coat, but Elvis Presley barely noticed. The city’s energy hit him the moment he stepped off the plane—photographers shouting, flashes exploding like fireworks, reporters jostling to get closer. They had been waiting for him, of course. They always waited for him, no matter where he went.

“Mr. Presley! Over here!”

“Elvis, how does it feel to be in Paris?”

The questions came fast, some in accented English, others shouted in rapid French that he couldn’t begin to understand. His military service hadn’t dulled the fervor surrounding his name. If anything, it had added an extra layer of mystique. Elvis Presley, the world-famous rock and roll sensation, now a soldier. A paradox wrapped in charm and charisma.

He kept his composure, smiling politely, nodding here and there, his movements deliberate but never rushed. The U.S. Army had trained him to keep things formal, but the natural charm that had made him a star seeped through anyway.

The press conference was held in a grand room at Le Meurice, with its high ceilings and golden chandeliers casting a warm glow over the crowd. Elvis stood at the center, flanked by military personnel and local officials, the perfect picture of a disciplined soldier.

“Mr. Presley,” a reporter asked, her French accent lilting, “what do you hope to see during your stay in Paris?”

He smiled, the corner of his mouth curling into that signature smirk. “Well, ma’am, I’m hopin' to experience a bit of everything. The music, the food, the people... Paris has a way of making you feel alive, doesn’t it?”

The room erupted in chuckles and murmurs of agreement.

Another reporter raised his hand. “Elvis, do you plan to perform while you’re here?”

He shook his head. “No, sir. m' just here to enjoy the city and maybe catch some of its famous sights. For now, I’m still on duty.”

The questions continued for what felt like hours, ranging from his military service to his music career, and even his love life. He answered each with the ease of someone who had been in the public eye long enough to know what they wanted to hear.

When it was finally over, he gave a slight bow and retreated to the waiting car outside. The driver, a quiet man with sharp features, whisked him through the streets of Paris. Elvis watched the city unfold through the window—the Seine winding through its heart, the Arc de Triomphe in the distance, and the narrow streets lined with cafés and little shops.

It was beautiful, just as he’d imagined.

The car pulled up in front of the hotel Prince de Galles, its Art Deco façade standing proud against the Parisian skyline. Inside, the lobby was luxurious but not ostentatious, with marble floors and elegant chandeliers casting a soft light. Elvis nodded to the staff as he made his way to his suite, flanked by his entourage.

Once inside, he removed his coat and sat down on the plush armchair by the window. The view overlooked the bustling Avenue George V, the city alive even in the late hours. For a moment, he let himself relax, the weight of the press and the crowd melting away.

But Paris had a pull, and the night was still young.

“Elvis, what’s the plan tonight?” asked Mike, one of his closest friend he met in Germany, lounging on the sofa with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"I hear the nightlife’s somethin’ else,” Elvis said, his Southern drawl more pronounced now that they were alone. “Thought I might check it out.”

Mike smirked. “got a place in mind?”

“I was thinkin’... the Moulin Rouge,” Elvis replied

Mike whistled low. “The Moulin Rouge, huh? You’re startin’ at the top.”

Elvis laughed, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “Figure if I’m gonna see Paris, I might as well do it right.”

Within the hour, Elvis was ready. He traded his military uniform for a sharp black suit, the kind that made him look every bit the star he was, even without the stage. The car ride to the Moulin Rouge was quieter this time, the anticipation hanging in the air.

When they arrived, the famous red windmill loomed above them, its lights casting a crimson glow over the bustling crowd outside. The building exuded energy and decadence, the promise of a night to remember.

Elvis stepped inside, his eyes adjusting to the dim lighting and the haze of cigarette smoke. The room was alive with chatter and laughter, the clinking of glasses blending with the faint hum of music in the background.

His gaze drifted across the room, taking in the opulence—the velvet curtains, the polished wooden tables, the stage where the night’s performances would take place. But something else caught his eye.

A poster.

It was displayed prominently on one of the walls, depicting a half-naked woman with dark eyes and a mesmerizing smile. She was dressed in an Egyptian-style skirt, her body mid-motion in a graceful dance. Above her image, bold letters read:

“Little Egypt”

Elvis paused, his eyes lingering on the poster for a moment longer than he intended. There was something about it—about her—that stirred his curiosity.

“Looks like we’re in for a show,” Mike said, nudging him.

Elvis nodded slowly, his lips curling into a small smile. “Yeah,” he murmured.

Backstage at the Moulin Rouge was a whirlwind of activity as the night’s performance drew closer. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and the faintest trace of cigarette smoke. The sound of music, laughter, and chatter filled the space, punctuated by the hurried footsteps of dancers, makeup artists, and stagehands rushing around.

You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the straps of your shimmering Egyptian skirt, the beads and coins jingling with every movement. Your reflection stared back at you, but you were too focused on your preparation to really pay attention. You ran a hand through your hair, fixing the intricate updo that had taken so long to perfect. The lights above flickered, casting a warm glow over your face, but your mind was elsewhere. Tonight was another night. Another performance.

“Y/N,” your friend Colette called out to you from across the room. She was sitting on a small bench, carefully slipping on a pair of shoes that matched her red stage costume. “Y/N, have you heard? Elvis Presley is in town!”

You raised an eyebrow, not really bothered by the news. “Who?” you asked, glancing up but not fully focusing. You had more important things on your mind than celebrities, especially American ones.

“Elvis Presley! You know, the famous singer from America?” Genevieve chimed in, tying her ribbon in the back of her costume. “Apparently, he’s at the Moulin Rouge tonight!”

“Elvis Presley?” you repeated, pausing for a moment to consider. You didn’t know much about American musicians, but you had heard the name in passing, even if you couldn’t place why. “Oh, cool,” you said with a shrug, not showing much interest. “I hope he enjoys the show.”

The other girls exchanged knowing glances.

“Cool?” Sabine scoffed, adjusting her costume in the mirror beside you. “You don’t care? He’s so famous ! He’s everywhere!”

You smiled softly, amused by their excitement but not feeling the same rush. “I’m here to dance. That’s all,” you said simply. “I don’t care about the men or their fame. Just here to do my thing.”

“You don’t care, but we do,” Colette teased, her voice light but filled with the eagerness of a fan. “Imagine if he’s watching you tonight! Can you picture it?”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “I’m sure he’ll see plenty of women tonight, Colette”

“Oh, but you’re different,” Genevieve said, nudging you with a playful grin. “Your dance is something else. Something special.”

“Special, huh?” You smirked, turning to look at her. “Just doing what I do best.”

The conversation shifted as Juliette, the most experienced dancer among you, entered the room, adjusting her red lipstick. She overheard your chatter and smiled knowingly. “Ladies, you’re all worked up over a man,” she said, her tone amused but not judgmental. “Y/N is right. We’re here for the stage, not the audience.”

You smiled at her, grateful for her reminder. Juliette always kept you grounded. The other girls were more interested in the possibility of attracting attention, but Juliette knew that the stage was a place of power and focus, not flirtation.

Still, as you continued your preparations, you couldn’t help but feel a slight curiosity about this Elvis Presley. If he was as famous as they said, he’d certainly seen his fair share of dancers. What made him different from the rest?

But you shook the thought from your head, focusing instead on the music that had begun to play in the background. It was time to perform. Time to forget everything except the dance.

The stage manager called for everyone to line up, and you were the first to step into the dim hallway that led to the grand stage. You could hear the applause and chatter from the audience beyond the heavy curtains. You breathed in deeply, feeling the rush of energy that always came before your first step onto the stage.

Tonight would be no different. You would dance, as you always did, with confidence, grace, and the freedom that came with every flick of your hips.

As you took your place backstage, ready for the show to begin, you overheard the other girls gossiping again.

“I can’t believe Elvis is actually here,” Colette whispered. “What if we get to meet him?”

“I think Y/N should meet him,” Sabine said, her voice teasing. “After all, she’s the one who could really catch his eye.”

You smiled to yourself, not letting the talk distract you. This was your time. No matter who was in the audience, you were going to give them a performance they would never forget.

The music enveloped you like a wave, its rhythm pounding through your chest, urging your body to move in sync with the beat. You took your first steps onto the stage, feeling the warmth of the spotlight hit your skin, the soft fabric of your Egyptian skirt swishing around your hips. The crowd’s chatter faded away, the only sound that mattered now was the pulsing music and the swift movements of your own body.

You were the center of it all now, just as you always had been when you danced. You closed your eyes for a moment, losing yourself in the rhythm. The world outside the stage didn’t exist, only the dance. Your body moved fluidly, every step a delicate yet powerful expression of the art you had perfected over the years.

You felt the air on your bare skin as you began to shed layers of the costume—letting go of the societal expectations, the judgments, and the weight of your past. Slowly, you removed the silk fabric that draped over your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as you twirled and spun. The audience was silenced in awe, their eyes locked onto you, but it didn’t matter. You had long learned to ignore their stares and focus only on the performance.

With each move, you felt the strength in your core, the muscles that had been honed through years of practice and hardship. You danced like the wind—graceful, yet fierce—your body telling the story of a woman who had fought for everything, for a place in a world that didn’t always welcome her.

You moved in fluid waves, your hips swaying hypnotically, your stomach contracting and releasing in sharp movements, each one deliberate, precise, a gesture of defiance and freedom. Your hands arched above your head, fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air, as if you were weaving a spell with your movements. The coins of your skirt jingled with each step, a rhythmic accompaniment to your body’s dance.

The audience was captivated. You could feel their gazes upon you, but they were nothing more than a distant hum in the back of your mind. Tonight, the dance was for you. You owned this stage, this moment. And you would leave them breathless.

As the music reached its peak, you let the energy flow through you like an electric current. Your body became a reflection of the music itself—strong, vibrant, unstoppable. The final notes of the song were a rush, a crescendo of sound that matched the intensity of your performance. You threw your arms wide as the last note struck, feeling the energy from the crowd wash over you.

For a brief moment, there was a silence. A deep, anticipatory quiet that made your heart race. Then, as if on cue, the applause erupted. The sound of clapping and cheers filled the room, echoing in your ears. But you stood still, panting lightly, your chest heaving from the exertion, a smile creeping onto your lips.

You’d done it again. You had captivated them.

With a graceful bow, you exited the stage, your head held high, your heart still beating with the rhythm of the performance. The energy from the crowd still buzzed in your veins, but backstage, the atmosphere was calm. The other dancers, having completed their own acts, were waiting for you, their faces bright with admiration.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Colette called, clapping her hands as you passed. “You were magnificent as always!”

“You make it look so easy,” Genevieve added, smiling. “Like you were born to dance.”

You smiled at them, shaking your head. “It’s all about the music. The rest just follows.”

But even with their praise, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of relief now that the performance was over.

As you made your way to the changing room, you glanced briefly at the mirror, taking in your reflection. There were no clothes now to hide behind, just your skirt and the soft glow of your skin, the sweat from the performance, and the confidence that had always been your greatest asset.

The other girls were chatting about their own performances, gossiping about who was in the audience, but you were already starting to untangle the complex knots of your costume. There was nothing more to say tonight. No need to linger on the approval of others.

You had danced. You had done what you came to do. And as always, you had left them wanting more.

#elvis presley #elvis fans #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis history #elvis presley x y/n #elvis photos #elvis the king #elvis the pelvis #elvis presely smut #big daddy elvis #elvis smut

62 notes · View notes

sarcki · 4 months ago

Text

Okay this is self indulgent and stupid and cringe buutttttt

Billfiddlesford monster high au…

AH AH AH HEAR ME OUT!!!

ford growing up not knowing he’s a monster (like g3 clawdeen) and runs away one day after getting bullied for being a freak and stumbles upon Monster High, is absolutely FASCINATED Of course. not paying attention he literally runs into Fiddleford who is a Franken monster and fidds is just as excited to see a “Normie” as ford is to see a monster, (classic tries to shake hands but fidds hand falls off shenanigans) fidds gives ford a tour of the school when at the end who walks through the front doors but popular pretty boy bill cipher a Bogeyman/mummy hybrid (born as a bogeyman in ancient Egypt as a royal who tormented his people with nightmares until his people mummified him alive) fidds is like “ugh” and starts telling Stanford how popular and horrible bill is only to look over and see ford absolutely heart eyes at bill “well you’re done for, I’ll make sure you get a nice funeral”

Like just imagine

Bill meeting ford for the first time: …what is a normie doing here?

Fidds holding up Stanfords six fingers*

Bill: …that cannot count?

Ford: actually I think I can count pretty well… with 12 fingers and all heh.. heh…

Bill: ohhhh he’s funny! Maybe I should keep him as a pet~

Fidds: Bill monsters keeping humans as pets hasn’t been legal in hundreds of years, you know this…

*Ford is now a flustered freak who just had to witness his newfound crush want to keep him as a pet, which was apparently a common enough procedure in the past that it had to be outlawed”

Also

Bill pulling out of bag full of bottles: I have all my organs in jars, including my heart because I’m just extra like that!

Fidds mumbling: …explains why you’re such a bitch

Ford: but wait, I thought Mummys were supposed to keep their heart so they can pass into the afterliffff…. …Oh

Bill: …yeah, my people really hated me!

Fidds: …I wonder why

#i am cringe but i am free #my autistic ass slamming my special interest together anyway I can #gravity falls #gravity falls au #whats Stan doing in this au? Well considering this takes place after the science fair incident I’d say being homeless #monster high au #billfiddlesford #billford #fiddauthor #fiddlebill #text post

73 notes · View notes

c-u-c-koo-4-40k · 2 months ago

Text

Okay now that we made a sandwich why not donate the price of a sandwich to the campaign below?

Verification and info about this campaign can be found at this link here.

Right now this campaign has only raised

650 / 35,000 USD

That's only 2% Funded

This father is having watch his family suffer from a nation away as he was in Egypt when the bombardment started.

I can't imagine the pain of not knowing if your children are even alive much less that they're getting enough to eat.

Please share this post so more eyes and donors can find and support it.

Then if you've got the extra money (the cost of a sandwich maybe) consider donating it.

Every action and donation helps and you can always refund it within a year on Gofundme.

Thank you.

Direct link to campaign here.

Tag List for Reach. Dm me for removal.

@a-shade-of-blue @sunnylittledragon

@selflovejolteon @virovac

@frustrated-froglet @qattdraws @heydreamchild

@amvs @boosting-donations

@sweet-honey-bunnies

@dyspunktional-leviathan

@nobelgasxenon

@zone0neko

@comrademango

@genderdog @kala-mies @deansmultitudes

37 notes · View notes

llamaisllama777 · 4 months ago

Text

LAES,TSAMS,EAPS WEEKLY*/*DAILY REVIEW SHOW!!!!!

Okay, we had a lot of really good episodes today, so let's hurry up and talk about them!

First up, FAMILY MOMENTS! I love this thumbnail so much, especially Moon's face.. I .. I just love it!

I love how we get to learn about everyone's movie preferences. It's interesting learning these little random tidbits about them. It's fun. Also Sun...

SPY KIDS 3 IS GREAT, AND I WILL NOT HEAR OTHERWISE!!! 😡

Also, Prince of Egypt is a really good movie. You all should go watch it. Even if you aren't religious, it's really good and has some awesome animation and music. Seriously, if you haven't watched, please do. I think it's on YouTube for free???

This episode was cute.... ONTO THE TRAUMA!

Bout time, I was wondering when Nexus would try to kidnap Sun. Took longer than I expected... I wonder why? 🤔

This episode I think confirmed a theory I had...

New Moon/Nexus never cared.

I had this thought in the back of my head that Nexus never really cared about them. He never thought of them as family. He just saw them as people he was told to call family. They were NEVER his family. He never really cared. He just cared about Solar, but Solar never saw him as a brother. OOOFFFFF!

That hurts!

But I'm glad we know because DANG! The angst there!

Also, Sun is stronger than Nexus' chain ability (That ability where he forces people to the floor. I like to imagine purple chains form around the person when he uses that move)

Nexus was so close to kidnapping Sun....

BUT MONTY CAME IN STINKIN' CLUTCH!!!!!!

Monty FINALLY got to use the shotgun! He nearly killed Nexus there! Thank you, Nebula, for the starshells! The Astrals are starting to grow on me.

(Okay... maybe a was a little rash on the whole "Down with the Astrals" "Viva la revolution" thing!) Sorry, Astrals. Still don't really trust Taurus or Leo tho.

Things are getting serious! October is in like two weeks! The creator is still out there! Rez and Cetus are out there! And Dark Sun still has a stinkin' dragon! This is gonna be an exciting October! I'm so excited!

Also, thank you, Davis and Reed, for this picture of Monty with a shotty.

And lastly...

Okay, Eclipse looks like that one guy from the office that conspiracy theory guy. And Puppet just looks depressed.

Puppet really wants to catch the killer. It's really affecting her. It's the MCI incident all over again. And she clearly doesn't want anyone or herself to go through that again. Eclipse still won't watch movies with anyone. It's only a matter of time, though. The moment he says yes and joins them is the moment his redemption arc is complete for me!

So, Eclipse and Puppet have narrowed down the killer to 4 suspects. All employees of Fazbear.

1. Vincent

2. Some lady named Margo

3. A teenage intern who works in the daycare named Josh

4. And the repair man whose name I forget.

I don't think it's any of these guys. But I have a few theories on who the killer could be..

1. Michael Afton of this world. Eclipse did mention in one of the early episodes of the EAPS that the Michael of this world was/still is an employee of Fazbears.

2. Henry Emily. Just cause the angst that it would cause Puppet.

3. The Charlie of this world. Just cause again the angst it would cause Puppet being the killer of this world!

There is no way it's Wanda(the William of this world)

And I highly doubt it's Vincent or some rando employee.

It has to be someone important.

These episodes were amazing!

Davis, Reed, Kat, Valentine, you guys did amazing on these episodes again!

12/10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Extra point cause WOW!

Also shout out to this commentor for having the funniest comment on there.

Nebula, you are starting to become my favorite Astral!

Also, Patchnotes is a ship I really hope happens now!

48 notes · View notes

qhazomb · 4 months ago

Text

went back to my fan digimon arts and decided to finally give them some proper shading (and also fix mummysmilodomon's left knee.)

i also tweaked the colours a tiny bit on sekhetmon- changed the spikes on her belt and armbands to the same red as her claws, the silver spikes didn't really mesh with the rest of her colourpalette.

and as before, some info about them all (also as before, no baby I stage, as i imagine gatakimon just digivolves from one of the botamons):

Baby II- Gatakimon Baby cats. That’s it, that’s literally it.

Child- Shuredimon Schrodinger’s Cat, but taking the “the cat is both alive and dead” part more literally. Undead things can be described as both living and dead, so. Not at all an original idea, but a funny (punny) one.

Adult- Smilodomon The bakeneko is a Japanese yokai that looks like a giant monstrous cat. Smilodon is an extinct cat that was big in size, especially in regards to its famous fangs. And thus, saber-toothed bakeneko. That punches things.

Perfect- Mummysmilodomon Another feline yokai is the nekomata, which a bakeneko can become if its tail splits in two. In addition to the extra tail, they also gain the power of necromancy, and steal corpses to use as puppets. How lovely. Speaking of corpses, ancient Egyptians were really fond of giving their cats fancy burials, mummifying and entombing them with care and respect. Cats were associated with the gods, after all.

Ultimate- Sekhetmon The lioness-headed Sekhmet was one of ancient Egypt’s cat-like gods, and a particularly vicious one at that, having such lovely titles as “mistress of dread,” “lady of slaughter,” and “she who mauls.” Her favorite colour is blood. She was often depicted dressed in bright red because of her gory associations. Sekhmet could also breathe fire, and control of fire is a power nekomata have too, coincidentally. She was nicer to the dead than nekomata are, though, acting as a protector for the recently deceased as they entered the afterlife. (Bonus fact: Shuredimon, Smilodomon, and Mummysmilodomon are all wearing red in reference to Sekhmet, too, though their red clothing/accessories aren’t as vibrant in colour. They don’t get the fresh blood red until they reach the fully realized Sekhetmon form.)

#art #digimon #fan digimon #fakemon #smilodon #sekhmet #cat mummies #mummy #undead #zombie #nekomata #bakeneko

26 notes · View notes

j0kers-light · 1 year ago

Note

Hiiiii!!! Can I be known as 🥁anon? I was the one who requested Jokers music taste and the instrument one!! (So glad you liked them btw, you write so welll!!!!!!)

How about 10 signs that joker is in love/likes someone and his love language? I mainly imagine him as someone who denies the idea (just like in HL) but still acts on his feelings in his own way- maybe leaving gifts around and denying any sort of accountability for them?

“I’m telling you, you’ve had that necklace on before” - “Huh? I didn’t even know you liked hand bags.” - “You SERIOUSLY forgot you owned that car?”

Welcome 🥁 anon!!

A huge hey hi to you! Yes, your requests were so much fun to fill, I hope I did them some justice! Ahh! Thank you, I'm happy you love mi work! 😭😭🥹

Lol, ten signs that Joker is in love? YOU MEAN, TEN THINGS HE HATES ABOUT YOU? 🥴 sorry not sorry.

Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy 🥁 anon! 🖤✨

Denial is a river in Egypt because Joker refuses to admit that he loves you! But he's a man where the saying, "Actions speak louder than words” applies. He won't say it (lol Meg from Hercules) but there will be signs he’s in love.

Joker is already attentive but he's even more so as he begins to accept his feelings. He listens and retains the tiniest details about you so he can use the information for later. J shocks you when he remembers your obscure food order (and the extra sauces) when you only said it once in passing three months ago. Joker doesn't know, but his love language is heavy influenced by actions.

Another sign is Joker being more supportive. He's always in your corner motivating you to do anything you set your mind to but now he's more focused on your future with him. If you want a promotion, one is suspiciously available the next week or if you can't take the stress of your job and want to quit, Joker will offer to support you financially. You ask for it, Joker will make it happen.

Joker becomes more protective than ever. If the security cameras and secret detail wasn't enough proof how much Joker loves you, the way his eyes never leave your sight in public, the way he rests his hand on your lower back in crowds, or protects you from danger (that he may or may not have caused) is telling. Joker has never been a knight in shining armor before and he loves having something to protect. He will always protect his Light and takes his responsibility seriously.

Once he admits he's falling hard, Joker will become clingy and start introducing his love language of physical touch to you more. For years, he never let anyone close but you have that honor now. He holds you close while you're cooking, he plays with your hands during movie night marathons, and he denies enjoying cuddles—he's just cold—but you know better. Joker can't stop touching you in someway shape or fashion. He’s addicted now.

Which brings us to another sign. Gift giving is another one of Joker's strong love languages but this man will deny deny deny ever getting you anything!! He leaves them around for you to find and dramatically gasps when you do. "Gee Bunny, I don’t know why there's a shiny new hand bag on your bed.. I didn't know ya liked 'em." Or, "Ya don't know your own closet Bunny? This new winter coat still has the uhh, tag on it." Followed by a, "What a coincidence! Twenty-nine reported subway muggings just this week and you win a uhhh surprise car! Don't ya re-mem-ber entering that contest doll?" Joker loves buying you things but he sucks at lying.

Joker tends to forget his version of love is not normal so he gets possessive a lot. He's a jealous man by nature and if he sees competition, he will eliminate it. You don't need to know why the flirtatious guy at the front lobby no longer works there, or the guy that gave you his number was found dead the following day.. The thing is! Joker finally admitted that he loves you! He will not let anyone take you away from him.

Another sign from Joker is his sudden willingness to communicate. J is a mysterious, closed off individual. Its an honor to know anything about him so when J sits you down and opens up about his time spent in Arkham or explains what his childhood was like (but cautious, it could still be lies)— consider it a miracle. Joker is opening up to you! He wants you to know more about him and his shy, hesitant eyes staring into yours shows that he's vulnerable doing so. Don't take advantage of him in this state or you'll lose him forever.

Speaking of forever, you know Joker is all about planning. His backup plans have backup plans from B-Z. One day he found himself staring up at the ceiling planning on how to make things official with you and now it’s all he can think about. You’re not a secret and he’s tired of treating you like one. It'll be dangerous if he announces you as his girl, (you'll never be safe) but Joker wants the world to know that you love him so he stares off into the void and plots a way for it to work.

Contrary to popular belief Joker is not cold hearted. He can be passionate when the need arises and he cranks it up to 100% with you. Joker never had a healthy relationship so he tends to forget the intensity in which he loves you. He has so much emotion to give that he literally leaves you breathless. His kisses are greedy and desperate, and the way he clings to you during sex makes you combust with love. This man doesn't even know he can destroy you with a single touch and it’s better he remains blissfully unaware.

And lastly. The ultimate sign that Joker loves you. The moment Joker takes you to his main hideout, walking hand in hand, where anyone can see— is the moment you know he loves you. When Joker exposes you to his world, there’s no going back. You’re the one and when he orders all of his men in for a manatory meeting you're in tears. It’s finally happening.

"Good evening gentle men. I have a special announcement tonight." Joker pulls you to stand in front of him and proceeds to wrap his arms around you possessively.

Your heart is beating out of your chest while all of these men stare at you in shock. You don't blame them.

Joker is nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck but you miss the dark gleam in his eyes. They spell murder for anyone that dares to defy him. He scanned the crowd, looking for any naysayers.

"This is my Bunny and I'll kill anyone.. who's gotta problem with it."

69 notes · View notes

antiromanticbaby · 1 year ago

Text

Kingdoms - Obey Me TSL

[✧] ー Have you ever wondered how each kingdom in the Tale of Seven Lords looks? Part 2 of my TSL rants <3 all of them will come with the tag #♡ ┊ tsl rants by pk.

[✧] ー extra: Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Luke and even Solomon's places are mentioned too :)

The Main Three:

♡ ┊ There are three empires over all. Where angels, the holy creatures of light reside, is named Aurum. And where the Demons, creatures of darkness and sin reside, is named Sumbra. And then there is the land of humans, the place were creatures hold both darkness and light within themselves, known as Equilibrium.

♡ ┊ Aurum is ruled by a group of higher up angels named 'Father'. That father doesn't exist, but many believe it to do, especially the humans of Equilibrium. Some of the angels are known of these dark truths, and flee. The angel Simeon and the young angel in training Luke are two examples of the ones who flee, and live in Sumbra. The kingdom of demons, Sumbra, has one main Emperor, known as the King of Lords. That is where Lord Diavolo stands. That part of Sumbra is pretty much like a capital and has its own dukes, counts, etc. The roles are mostly based on Ars Goetia, much like Duke Barbatos. There are six kingdoms in Sumbra, ruled over by the seven overlords.

♡ ┊ And last but not the least is Equilibrium. The main king is King Solomon the wise, but the king himself is not seen much and is only named in stories. King Solomon the wise has disguised himself as a traveller between the three worlds and is known as a sorcerer.

Lord of Corruption:

♡ ┊ The Lord of Corruption's kingdom is by far, the coldest. Full of tall mountains and snow, and corrupted shadows. It is as if clouds are always looming over the kingdom throughout the daytime, and it's very rare for the people to see the sun. Nights are usually clear, but the shadows are ever lasting. The people in Lord of Corruption's domain are known for their harsh exterior but soft hearts, and they're very good when it comes to taming and controlling others. People are mostly wearing warm clothing, and they're very formal.

Lord of Fools:

♡ ┊ A deserted area, but full of glory. Imagine ancient Egypt, but make it eve more magical and elegant. The weather is usually hot, even in winters. As I stated in my other post, I like to imagine that his kingdom has multiple mines of gold and diamond, and many palaces like ancient middle eastern asian countries. The people are known for their good trades and they have connections all over Sumbra, some having connections in Equilibrium too. While Lord of Shadow's domain is good at training knights and war, Lord of Fool's domain is known for their wealth and connection, which makes them very scary.

Lord of Shadow:

♡ ┊ A fantasy kingdom, surrounded by water. The weather is amazing, if you enjoy being around seas a lot. Most of the people have their own sea pets and are great swimmers. I've once read that Levi trained and lead soldiers in wars, and so, I believe his kingdom in the TSL series is also good at training knights. The best knights in Sumbra are trained in Lord of Shadow's domain and have a badge that indicates that they've been trained there. They have huge troops of soldiers for wars and are known for their shape shifting abilities.

Lord of Masks:

♡ ┊ Have you ever seen pictures of magical forests where elves live? Where fairies fly around freely and magical animals walk around? That's the vibes I get when I think of the Lord of Masks. Also, many mystical animals are there. From golden deers to six eyed cats. The weather can be like rainy forests in summer, or as cold as the night in a desert. The whole kingdom, overall, gives cottagecore vibes. The people are known for their talent in plays and theatres. And if you want to read a good book, the best writers are from Lord of Masks' territory.

Lord of Lechery:

♡ ┊ Again another kingdom within mountains, but unlike Lord of Corruption's kingdom, Lord of Lechery's kingdom has warmer weather and more colorful flowers. Lord of Lechery's kingdom, or Asmo's kingdom, is also home to colorful birds and creatures that can live in mountains. Mostly birds though. The people are known for their fashion and amazing taste in colors. They're not that strong when it comes to war and magic, unlike Lord of Masks or Lord of Shadows, but the kingdom is supported by many. Many of the people don't see a reason for war either, why fight when all the other kingdoms love them and their lines of clothing?

Lord of Flies and Lord of Emptiness:

♡ ┊ The kingdom of sun and moon, the empire of light and dark. Where the skies are truly a sight and miracles happen. The kingdom is huge enough that it has been divided to two sides: The Sun, The Moon. This kingdom attracts many tourists, because sun and moon co-exist, they see each other everyday and even if they move, they're still together in the sky (which makes a very beautiful sight).

♡ ┊ Much like the kingdom itself, the people also have two sides. But that doesn't make them 'bad'. They have very delicious food and galaxy themed art. Things you can never find in other places of the world. There many accurate fortune tellers there and people who can read stars for multiple purposes, not just finding their way. The weather depends on where you are, the part dedicated to Lord of Flies? Pretty warm. Mind you, flies do exist there, and they adore the temperature. The part dedicated to Lord of Emptiness? You might need a blanket or too, but don't worry, it's not as cold of Lord of Corruption's domain.

These have been done for RP purposes. Shoot a message if you'd like to rp <;3 what should the next part be? wedding traditions? souvenirs? [Part 1]

87 notes · View notes

artyphex · 2 years ago

Text

Oh no Thoth is as fun to write as he is to draw

Also if you saw me upload this with fewer details, different size words, and an unfunny doodle in the corner, and now reupload it fixed. Come back with a warrant

#imagining egypt #imagining egypt extras #god of war #i wanna grab his beak and like. shake it #i cannot explain why

19 notes · View notes

anodetoswag · 17 days ago

Text

Synopsis: The Nile is a river in Egypt. You're an isekai protagonist.

Note (s) : Themes of violence, mugging attempt. Reader has the opposite of main character complex. Narration heavy, minor swearing. Reader has a Quirk that allows her to touch objects, making her body of the same material. 1.6K words

Natsuo can admit taking a shortcut through a shady looking area is against the first rule of survival but he's running late. From not being able to find matching socks in the morning to the coffee stain on his shirt, it's just those little things that build up and ruin the day. Actually, thinking about how lady luck has been treating him today, maybe he shouldn't have taken the risk.

In retrospect he should have expected things to go south and it did or at least the train is beginning to turn. It has been turning for the last ten minutes or so when the pair of thug looking guys started following him. The saving grace comes not in the form of biblically accurate archangel but the modern counterpart, a rundown supermarket. The location is questionable but Natsuo avoids looking the gift horse in the mouth.

The interior is standard with shelves stacked with items. There are a few questionable red stains peeking from behind the edge of the shelves but Natsuo knows better than to poke his nose into places it doesn't belong.

It's almost entirely devoid of life. There's someone at the register lazily flipping through a magazine. They look up briefly, give him an odd look before returning to whatever gripping material Cawaii!! had to offer.

He walks around for a while, picking up and reading the composition of the products as most respectable people do. It feels good to come across names he recognizes, makes him feel his time at college has been at least somewhat useful.

Deciding that's enough dilly dallying for the day, he peeks out from the glass doors. Thankfully nobody is in sight. Natsuo hurries back out. Maybe he should have taken a taxi after all. Would have saved him a world of trouble.

The moment he disappears out of sight after taking a left down the corner, you spring out of your seat to peer outside. It's been years since you read the manga but you know for a fact that was no extra.

You know you shouldn't follow him. That sort of fan behavior is beneath you but even beyond that, it's the fact that you've actively steered clear of the main plot, avoided interactions with the characters no matter the situation up until this point. Hell, you even went out of your way to avoid the side of the city where the plot takes place and ended up in this dump in fear of triggering the butterfly effect. Going after him could open a whole can of worms you want no part in.

You stand in the doorway for what feels like ages while logic and instinct wage war in your being. There’s always a pull that you feel when coming across someone from the main storyline but you always resist. Today just feels harder but once again, you steel yourself to step back in.

A glance at the rusty wall clock brings to your attention that you should start closing up. In rehearsed motions, you make sure everything is in place, the register is locked and the things that needed to be stocked are in place. Your coworkers aren’t exactly known for their work ethic.

Switching the lights off, you lock the door and start the trek back to your apartment. It’s the familiarity of a voice that has you pausing before an alleyway. It’s too dark to make out the faces but from the sound of it, it sounds like a mugging incident. Loitering around would be asking for trouble and yet you find yourself unable to walk away once you catch sight of the familiar figure backed into the opposite corner. Of course, there’s a possibility of this being nothing but your overactive imagination. There are thousands of people in this city and it could very likely be someone you don’t know but considering your life is a literal fucking comic book, coincidences are hardly ever innocent.

Though if it really is Natsuo, that’s all the more reason to avoid playing the hero. You promised yourself you won’t get involved. The dilemma that you face right now is that you don’t ever remember this happening in the story. He isn’t a major character but an event like this would be mentioned, even if it was in passing.

Your mind runs in overdrive to think of the possible theories. Maybe the incident was not big enough to be mentioned which was obviously the optimistic scenario but the counterpart presents itself in the form of the possibility that this wasn’t supposed to happen at all. The only reason Natsuo Todoroki is in this situation is because he had to be led to you by the rules of the isekai universe and now he’s stuck. Maybe the system is finally sick of your rebellion, sick of you fucking around and refusing to find out.

Worst case scenario, Natsuo is done for. Which in turn would trigger a series of events going awry. Didn’t Shoto mention something about not being able to win against Dabi if not for his siblings?

Yeah, this was looking bad. Very, very bad.

You walk the length of the alleyway while keeping to the wall. The place reeks of trash and urine. You don’t know what you’ll do but you know it has to be done now if the muffled shouting is anything to go by. Natsuo was putting on a fight but the lack of experience was clear and the fact that he was outnumbered just put him at a further disadvantage.

You place a hand on the concrete wall, feeling your body get heavier as your skin turns hard and red like the laterite bricks that make up the bare concrete wall. The heaviness of your footsteps gives you away but you’re swinging your fist to land on the head of the closest one before they get a chance to attack. He clutches his head, stumbling back with a hiss. The other one is quick to react, talons shooting out from between his knuckles like a budget Wolverine before lunging at you. You narrowly avoid the hit but he doesn’t give you a chance to recover before he’s onto you like a dog on a bone.

“Get out!”

The turmoil is clear in his expression from the way Natsuo looks between you and the exit but thankfully he heeds and makes a break for the end of the alleyway. That’s one less thing to worry about. Forced to go onto the defensive, all you can do is put your full focus. If those things are half as good as Wolverine’s you’ll be done for. Unlikely as that is, you’re not willing to find out through experimentation and yourself as the test subject.

You finally find an opening once he goes for a right hook. Sliding your foot right next to his and pushing outward, you watch him lose balance and press your elbow onto his back to take him down with you onto the ground. He struggles, blindly swinging at the awkward angle but you don’t lift your elbow until you hear the telltale pop and a shriek.

Getting back onto your feet, you hurry towards the exit. The sooner you get out of here, the better. It’s nearing the seven minute mark when your Quirk wears off. You only allow yourself rest once you’re a few steps away from the exit and right next to a flickering streetlight. With your back against the wall, you double over, breathing heavy and unsteady as it hits the cold air and condenses against it, forming white clouds of translucent white. Your skin turns back the usual color instead of the brick red, limbs feeling weightless.

“Hey, you alright?”

You almost go taut with tension again until you register the voice. Whipping your head at breakneck speed, you’re met with a concerned expression.

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “I just need a minute.”

“That’s fine.”

Your vision swims but you aren’t too concerned with that right now. It’s a Quirk drawback and there is bigger fish to fry right now. Once you stand back up straight and begin walking, Natsuo follows on your heel. You don’t know why he’s still here but you feel too awkward to ask. Thankfully he breaks the silence just as you finish looking over your shoulder.

“Where did you learn to fight like that?”

You shrug. “Youtube tutorials.”

Thankfully he doesn’t question it. Arriving at the end of the neighbourhood, you stop and gesture to your right.

Natsuo offers you a nod of understanding though the nagging feeling of having to say something is too strong. After all, it’s not everyday that people go out of their way in situations like this.

“Thank you, if there’s anything–”

“It’s fine,” you cut off. The shorter this interaction stays, the better. “Just be careful.”

With nothing else to say, he begins the trek home .Fuyumi will give him a piece of her mind but he’d rather have her believe he got late over something small than tell her that he nearly got mugged.

Just as you lose sight of him after he rounds the corner, an interface materializes out of seemingly nowhere while nearly sending you into a cardiac arrest. And if his sister's reaction isn't enough to worry about, Natsuo has a gut feeling that something is amiss here.

—(••÷[ 𝓦Ⓔⓛ𝒸σ𝕞𝓔 ]÷••)— ᵤₛₑᵣ ⑤⑤⑤   /⃝⑧②

🅲🅾🅽🅶🆁🅰🆃🆄🅻🅰🆃🅸🅾🅽🆂 ₒₙ cₒₘₚₗₑₜᵢₙg

🄲🄷🄰🅁🄰🄲🅃🄴🅁 🅀🅄🄴🅂🅃 ×º°”˜”°º× ➀ ×º°”˜”°º×

𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓁 ⟡﹒⇆﹒♡﹒﹢﹒ᶻ﹒✹﹒﹢﹒✶﹑〇﹐ tׁׅ. ꪀׁׅɑׁׅ֮tׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒υׁׅᨵׁׅ

🆄🅿🅲🅾🅼🅸🅽🅶 🆀🆄🅴🆂🆃🆂

1⃣. 𝓃𝓊𝒷𝒾𝓋𝒶𝑔𝒶𝓃𝓉

Ⓕⓣ   .⃝ *̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ𝒦. 𝒯𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓂𝒾 ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

ƒαιℓυяє ʷⁱˡˡ ʳᵉˢᵘˡᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿ ʬʬ﹒⪩⪨﹒⟡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒◖﹒⇅﹒○﹒✿ ĐɆ₳₮Ⱨ

Ꮆㄖㄖᗪ　ㄥㄩ匚Ҝ ムののり　ﾚひᄃズ

Ÿ̵̫̂͛͂̉͐̄̕͝o̷̩̼̪̳̻͋̿̉u̵̘͒̊̒͋̔'̸̹̦̥͇̬͍̰͙̪̗̇͠͠ḽ̸̡͉͚͑͊̎̕͝l̸̩̺̰̘̜̼̫̖̲̩̎̀̈͋͌̈̐̿͠ ̶͔͓̼̜̌́̍̈́̏n̸̡̞͎̫͇͚̯̪̖̣͂̅̓̃̏̀͗͘͝ę̶̹͉̝̩̥̯̂̔̃̽̊͌̄̍̐͜ë̸͇̑͊͗̒́̓̇̊̎d̷̤͌͗̑̋̓͝ͅ ̷̨̹̝̥͎̰͓̣̫͔̆͒̈͠ĩ̴̞͆̔͠t̴̢̳͈̮̹̽̉̆͛̇̍̚

Oh, you are so royally fucked.

Not sure whether to leave it as a oneshot or make it into a series. Will probably end it here.

#natsuo todoroki #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha #bnha #x reader #natsuo todoroki x reader

16 notes · View notes

goldfades · 1 month ago

Note

me again 😚 I was going through the manager thoughts tag and had another thought ab manager and the freshman and I wanna go through how each of their relationships would be with manager so bear with me this will prob be long 🙂‍↕️ (adding Jana too bc she’s technically a redshirt freshman)

Sarah- I feel like manager and Sarah would instantly get along. As soon as Sarah committed manager was texting and congratulating her and saying how excited they were to have her as a husky. I feel like manager would be fiercely protective over Sarah because she’s so young and so talented and knows that the media can get really nasty and doesn’t want her to go through what some of the older girls have gone through. I also feel like Sarah would be like KK 2.0, attached to manager’s side and always in her office. Sarah is so precious and silly and would always keep manager laughing, so manager has a big soft spot for her.

Allie- I just know manager would absolutely adore Allie from day 1. She’s so talented and sweet and really wants to learn. I know Allie is rooming with P this season so I know those two would absolutely terrorize manager, driving her insane with their yapping 😭 but I feel like Allie has such a positive and happy spirit and really looks up to manager as a leader.

Morgan- my precious Morgan 🥹 i think Morgan would be a little intimidated by manager at first just because she’s been watching her for a long time before committing to UConn. She was prob a little shy meeting her for the first time bc she thought manager was so cool and slightly scary, but after (1) conversation those two were instantly friends. I think manager would take on an older sister role to Morgan, bc she reminds her of her own younger sisters. When Morgan gets frustrated and starts to beat herself up over little mistakes manager is right there offering words of encouragement and support bc that’s her baby sister.

Jana- oh my Jan Jan, where do I start? I feel like manager and Jana’s relationship is really special. I bet manager went with CD to Egypt to recruit her so she was really fond of her super early on. Jana relies super heavily on manager to keep her organized, constantly texting her asking what her schedule is for that day (of course manager has her class schedule, she has everyone’s schedule memorized) but after Jana got injured, she felt super down and upset that she couldn’t play, and manager knew it was taking a really hard toll on her so manager made sure she loved on Jana just a little extra, taking her with her on errands/events/home to visit her family etc. Jana and kk keep manager laughing, while simultaneously driving her absolutely insane. But manager wouldn’t have it any other way because her babies are her whole heart and soul.

okay but first of all, i love you for this because you’re so in tune with the vibes of manager’s relationships, and i can’t stop thinking about how accurate these are

let me go one by one and throw in my two cents:

sarah: you’re so right—it’s instant connection with her. manager has that “protect at all costs” energy when it comes to sarah because she knows how brutal the media can be, especially with young players who come in with big expectations. sarah’s goofy, playful side is exactly the kind of chaos manager thrives in, so their dynamic is so fun and sweet. and yes, sarah absolutely parks herself in manager’s office, bringing that same “kk 2.0” vibe but with her own flavor of silliness. manager probably has to kick her out on occasion like, “sarah, i’m actually drowning in work, go to practice!!” but she does it while laughing.

allie: manager is so proud of her from day one. i can already imagine how much she loves hyping up allie’s energy and work ethic—like the quiet pride she feels when she sees allie soaking in everything and growing every day. also, the combo of allie and paige together??? they’re giving “two tornadoes of chaos” energy, and poor manager has to deal with their antics nonstop. but deep down, she wouldn’t trade it for anything because allie’s positivity is infectious, and manager is soft for her enthusiasm and heart.

morgan: oh my god, i LOVE the idea of morgan being a little shy around manager at first. you nailed it—she totally puts manager on this pedestal, but once she realizes how warm and caring manager is, she’s like, “okay, i have a big sister now.” manager sees herself in morgan in a way, especially when morgan gets frustrated or hard on herself. she knows how to calm her down, build her up, and be the support morgan needs. their bond feels really wholesome and grounding, like a little sister-big sister dynamic that just works.

jana: this one hits me right in the feels because their relationship really is so special. manager probably went all-in on making jana feel at home at uconn, and it shows. jana texting manager constantly about schedules, needing a little extra guidance? that’s so them, and manager doesn’t even blink—she’s like, “of course, jan, i’ve got you.” after jana’s injury, manager stepping in to make sure she feels loved and included is just peak mom energy. like taking her on errands or home visits? sob. and you KNOW jana and kk together are unstoppable, pulling manager into their chaos, but manager secretly loves being part of it. jana’s one of her soft spots for sure.

overall, manager’s relationships with the freshmen are so tailored to each of their personalities, but the common thread is how fiercely she loves and supports them. they’re her babies, and she’d do anything for them <3😭

#uconn wbb manager thoughts 💭#jojo <3

19 notes · View notes

taralaurel · 1 year ago

Text

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays ♥️

Want some Batfamily holiday cheer (or angst)??

Birdsong (oneshot)

Dick & Jason

"But Jason? Our Jason?" Dick burst out into yet another roar of amusement, bending forward and gripping his gut. "In front of actual people?"

"Yes," Alfred's voice was a firm edge of patience and restraint and love. "The boy would never say it, of course, but I know he would really like it if you were there."

Jason is doing something...different...for Christmas this year.

Here Comes Santa Claus (oneshot)

Dick, Jason, Tim, & Damien

"Oh, you look great," Tim zoomed in on the bright red outfit.

"Take that picture," Bruce lifted a white-gloved finger, "and you'll never see that phone again."

"Eh," Tim tucked the device in his pocket, already having snapped a couple candid shots, "I've got extras."

"Well," Alfred adjusted Bruce's faux beard, "I think you look splendid, Master Bruce. The children are going to love you."

"Or be terrified of him," Tim shrugged. "I know you're in costume, but try not to accidentally use your Batman voice on the kids."

"Keep it up," Bruce pulled the fluffy hat over his head, "and I'll make you my elf."

It's another annual Wayne Enterprises Christmas party, but this year, there is a special guest...

What Christmas Means to Me (final chapter up next week!)

Dick, Jason, & Tim

Tim tried to believe, if only for a little while. In kindergarten, his class had written letters to the big man...Tim's was only one sentence long.

"I want mommy and daddy home for Christmas."

They'd been in Egypt through New Year's.

He wrote again in first grade.

"Please let mom and dad be home for Christmas."

And in second.

"Please, if you are real at all, can you bring my parents home for Christmas?"

He hadn't really truly believed in the mythological man, but boy had he wanted to. Boy had he tried.

When at a Wayne Enterprises Christmas Gala, Tim meets "Santa". Reluctantly, Tim asks him for what he's always wanted for the holidays - to be with his family. He just might get his wish, even if it's not exactly in the way he would have ever imagined.

While these fics are all written by me, I would love if you would Reblog this with your favorite Batfam holiday fics for everyone to see (& for me. Definitely for me.)

#fanfiction #fanfic #batman #batman fanfiction #batfamily #batfam #batfamily christmas #Christmas #batman christmas #ao3

39 notes · View notes

bridenore · 2 years ago

Text

HD prostitution fic recs

Here are a few drarry fic recs featuring Harry or Draco as a prostitute. Listed in alphabetical order, as always.

Ai by talkplaylove [18k]

Harry Potter wanders into a bar.

Another Mask Behind You by @letteredlettered [116k]

Draco is a high-end prostitute who hides his identity. Harry unknowingly hires him. And then there is porn, questions about identity, domestic bliss, more porn, and truth as seen through a web of lies. (And then more porn. Seriously, if you don’t want sex scene after sex scene you probably shouldn’t read this. And please read the warnings.)

Coins by Inell [5k]

Coins make a certain jingling sound whenever they are tossed onto the top of a wooden bureau.

Exposure by GallaPlacidia [26k]

When Seamus uncovers Draco Malfoy’s camboy profile, he, Harry and Ron decide to anonymously book a private show so as to humiliate him later. Fascinated by Draco’s confidence, Harry keeps booking private shows under the disguise…

Self prompt: Draco is a camboy. Harry betrays him.

The First Time He Held Me by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed [11k]

Draco works for a Muggle escort service, and uses a Polyjuice potion to disguise himself when meeting clients. He’s highly desired, but not often requested because of his high prices, so it’s more of his side-hobby to bring in a little extra cash now that his parents are in jail— plus, he enjoys it. One night, he’s called to the room of the one man who he has always wanted, but could never have. Now, he needs to decide whether or not to reveal his true identity, or to remain in this polyjuiced body so that he can keep the attention of the Boy Who Lived.

“You remind me of someone,” he murmurs, tilting his head as his fingers sweep under my chin. I look up automatically and my stomach flips because I hope he’s talking about me— the real me, I mean, not this Muggle body.

“Who?” I ask, and I’m frustrated at how breathy my voice has become.

His eyebrows pull together fractionally and then they smooth out as a smile pulls at the corner of his mouth.

“Someone even more stubborn than the pair of us combined,” he says calmly, and I arch a brow.

Heart Like Neon by @lqtraintracks [41k]

Bored of being The Chosen One, Harry discovers he rather likes sex and becomes a professional. He’s good at it, and part of why is that he can read people. Not minds, not Legilimens, but their whole self, and he can give them what they don’t even know they want. Enter Draco fucking Malfoy, enigma to everyone, including himself. Harry can’t help but want to break into him, to figure him out. And Draco, thinking he’ll fuck Potter on a lark, has no idea what he’s in for.

If Sex Is the Drug, Then What Is the Cost by @eva-eleanore [3k]

For quite some time, Harry has been seeing Malfoy. Well… Actually, he’s hired Malfoy, to keep him company, in his bedroom. It’s only sex — honestly — and since Malfoy is the best, he’s the only person Harry wants. That’s all it is, right?

In The Red by @bixgirl1 [45k]

When Harry goes looking for a vampire at a Creature club, the second-to-last thing Harry expects is to find Malfoy working there.

The last thing he expects is to fall in love with him.

In Which Harry Potter Discovers a River In Egypt by Kestrel_Sparhawk [23k]

A missing roommate, a mysteriously familiar male prostitute, murdered Muggles, and an angry boss are all making life difficult for Auror Harry Potter. And that’s before he discovers that the reason he’s avoided having girlfriends for three years is not just because he doesn’t like publicity.

Kiss A Boy In London Town (And Other Intimate Misadventures of A Society Whore) by @femmequixotic [36k]

There’s only one cardinal sin for a whore.

Little Star by @ladderofyears [39k]

Ever since the end of the war Draco Malfoy has been scratching a living as a sex worker. He lives on the margins of society in squalid rooms and doesn’t imagine that his life will ever change. Then, after a couple of years, Draco becomes pregnant by an unknown client. Despite the Healers at St Mungo’s treating him with prejudice and contempt, Draco is determined to keep his baby. In his desperation, Draco approaches the wrong person and the result is disastrous. Draco is beaten up and left for dead in an alleyway. As Draco hovers between life and death, Harry Potter discovers his bruised and battered body.

The Saviour doesn’t only save Draco’s life. He takes Draco back to Grimmauld Place and helps him to recover.

Morning Mr Devil, Come Say Farewell to Your Dreams by @thisbloodycat [32k]

Nothing stays the same after a war. Except for lack of luck, that much Draco has noticed.

Paradigm by @dysonrules [57k]

Harry Potter is an Auror and Draco Malfoy is a rentboy, but this is not a typical rentboy story.

Party Poppets or ‘How Not to Fall in Love (and why you should do it anyway)’ by anon_drarry [18k]

Head Auror Potter has no idea what he’s about to get himself into when he decides to investigate the Ministry’s newly created POPPET program, and meets its star poppet - one Draco Malfoy.

Put a Price on My Soul by lamerezouille [11k]

Harry has become used to being a whore in the crapsack Wizarding World that’s now governed by Voldemort. Everything changes when Malfoy becomes his new pimp.

Railway lands by Maelipstick [65k]

Draco finds his own way to cope with being a failed Death Eater at Voldemort’s headquarters. Voldemort finds a way to destroy the wizarding world even after his death. Harry is trying to hold the world together while his mind quietly comes apart.

Warnings for graphic drug use, depression and suicidal ideation, Draco being an arsehole, sex work, criminality, non-con sexual situations, shifting POVs, ofc werewolves, self neglect and self harm, general unprettiness, unplanned parenthood and references to other works of fiction.

Soldier's Eyes by Eruditewitch [31k]

Almost six years after Voldemort falls, Harry Potter goes missing. No one can find him, until chance would have Draco Malfoy thrust right in his path, picking up shattered pieces while trying to keep himself together.

That Which Remains by @sitaz [2k]

Being a Junior Auror is not what Harry expected it to be. And the unregistered Veela in cell 4 does look familiar…

Things Worth Paying For by MalenkayaCherepakha [11k]

After leaving post-war Britain for Paris, Draco is finally happy, with friends and a job he loves. But then his newest client turns out to be Harry Potter, and everything changes.

Touch Me Fall by @lqtraintracks [23k]

Malfoy was such a ponce. And he was a complete snob. And he was so fucking fit Harry wanted to jump him where he sat. It would be too easy to forget his objective tonight: to really, really, really get Malfoy out of his system.

You open always (petal by petal) by birdsofshore [65k]

Harry’s not the kind of person who pays for sex. He really isn’t. Until he is.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

#drarry #drarry recs #my recs #theme rec

84 notes · View notes