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yandere-sins · 2 years ago

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Ok but like… can you do some yandere NSFW könig headcanons? Like if you disobeyed him and you were crying and scared of the punishment but he has to do it but he’s super horny I’m sorry ignore if it’s too thirsty I’m down bad 😩😩😩

You, me, everyone lol. Thank you guys for being down bad for this anxious bad boy, I love him too ♥

Rated Lemon, 18+

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♡ If you put huge body mass, anxiety, and social awkwardness in one man, you cannot expect him not to absolutely simp for his darling in any and all ways possible to mankind. Of course, he tries so hard to make you like him and gain your favor until you finally cave in and comply with him asking you to come to him for cuddles. König didn't know he'd get a massive boner the moment you straddle his hips either, but well... now it's there, and he's biting his lip to the point of drawing blood, ready to fall to his knees, begging you not to abandon him once you notice and jump off him. If you don't notice it right away, mistaking the boner for his muscled thighs, you'll probably find out about it from his heavy panting and strangled breaths as he barely lasts a few seconds before cumming in his pants. He's so fucking ashamed and still so fucking hard afterward that it's painful.

♡ I know the real question is: Does he whimper? And tl;dr: He whimpers. It's such a glorious, stammering mess when his cock gets the tiniest bit of attention. König thanks, moans, praises, and then thanks you some more for the opportunity to fuck you, disregarding if you were on board before he started his merciless thrusts or not. Up to climax, he is all but praising the lord for how beautiful, amazing, and enhancing his life you are, and how tight, warm, wet, and well you're taking him. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you. Only to then, abruptly, grow quiet, breath halting as his body tenses, a strangled squeak escaping him as his cock pulses inside you, ready to release all this pressure that has built up for years. It might become a problem that he can't shut up in further sessions because he's downright annoying as he goes on and on while you're trying to reach your own orgasm somehow through the awful experience. But if you demand it from him, König will do his damn best, sounding like a miserable squeaky toy every time he thrusts into you and isn't allowed to say something. It's this hard for him to stay quiet.

♡ He's a huge premature ejaculator with too much stamina. No matter the reason you two are fucking—be it out of emotions overcoming you two or because he can't take it anymore and takes you out of uncontrollable need—König is all but over the moon over every touch or breath against his cock. If there's any warmth to plunge into (mouth/pussy/ass), he's cumming from the slightest stimulation, like a lick or his tip sliding in, only to then get a real taste as his hips move on their own, driving his cock deep inside with no restraints and his jizz as the lubricant. There's no holding back once he's inside you either, as he keeps plowing through both of you continuously reaching climax until he's finally satisfied. However, he still cums more times than you do, filling you up to the brim. I blame it on his lack of real-life experience, so over time and training, König, too, will last a little longer. Though this also means there really isn't a way to tease him for the first year of being caught up with him. König just cums from everything you do once he had a taste of you, even if it's just something like you having nothing clean to wear and putting on his shirt. The stains everywhere are abhorrent.

♡ I do totally believe that König's darling is likely his first and last relationship despite the... situation you two have with him kidnapping you and now using you as a cumdumpster as well. So he's still quite inexperienced, BUT he works incredibly hard to please you regardless. There are surprisingly a lot of tutorials these days on how to please your partner, and König is all too happy to try them on you. Making you cum ultimately also makes him cum, but he's genuinely doing it for you first and foremost, and it elates and motivates him to see you shivering and climaxing right in front of his eyes. There's something so satisfying in knowing he can do this to you, and it almost makes König believe if he keeps going, you'll fall in love with him at some point. He's too delusional to know when to stop or listen to you begging him to accept it when you say no. Once he starts fulfilling his desires, there's no way anyone can stop him. It's like fucking you becomes his second way of breathing.

♡ König probably wouldn't use sex as a harsh punishment. However, he really hates arguing with you (it upsets his anxiety badly), so if he finds out that he can stop arguments with his cock or fingers, there's a very high chance he'll use them against you. Listening to your gurgles or moans is like heaven after the hell every argument is for him, so he'd rather 'punish' you by facefucking you or fry your brain by having you hang from his thick fingers until you're a drooling mess. It's a charming way to stop unnecessary bouts of emotions, and once he learns to keep himself more in check, he'll be happy to leave you behind to go about his day after making sure you can't form any coherent thoughts anymore that would cause more arguing. It's like he resetting you back to more peaceful times, and it works well for him.

♡ While König doesn't like anything that can potentially harm you (he believes that sex should be nice and loving and a wonderful experience for you both while he forces you to take him like an animal), he does have his fair share of kinks. He's totally on board with trying everything once as long as it's between the two of you since he really doesn't like sharing you with anyone. His favorites will always be kinks that mark you in some way, be it covering you in cum, biting, scratching, leaving hickies, painting your inside whites (and all the kinks that support this), and watching it drip out of you as if that means you belong to him now. He also loves all kinds of things that enhance the experience, like groping, toys (though he gets childishly jealous of them), forcing you to roleplay (authority kink in both ways, baby!), foreplay sessions, etc. And when he does realize he might have worn you out, König will simply resort to using your worn underwear or getting off between your thighs to finish his session alone. Nothing compares to being inside you, but it's a pleasant alternative every once in a while.

♡ His curiosity, however, has led to a few reprehensible times, too, especially when it comes to applying his strength. His hands are just a bit too big when they wrap around your throat, and had he not snapped out of it, he might have snapped you. The same goes for being so lost in fucking you that he doesn't realize he's accidentally ramming you into the headboard or slamming you into a wall. Sometimes he won't realize he's squeezing the air out of your lungs with his weight on top of you. Occasionally, these things happen, and they ruin the mood for both of you. Worn out by PTSD, things become increasingly dangerous as he remembers moments from the battlefield, even though you are in front of him. It feels like he's trying to crush you with his arms until you panic and scream his name to pull him back to reality and out of the memories of him killing soldiers with his bare hands. König is so devastated whenever he does things like this, trying to get you comfortable by holding you and coddling you even though you want nothing more but to get away from him. He'll cry and apologize so much that the rest of the day is ruined, and he can never forgive himself for confusing you with a damn bastard on the battlefield. No matter how much you struggle, you won't be able to get out of his hold now either, as he needs to feel you as close as possible to know you're okay while he goes through a full-blown anxiety attack over what he did. But hey! At least you're alive... barely.

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andro-beaurepaire · 6 months ago

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I have been in the Temeraire fandom for a whole five minutes and now I am demanding fics from Temeraire's point of view as he's pampered and spoiled by Laurence.

This man had been gifted with a giant scaly cat and understood the assignment.

Oh dear, I wish I had so much more of those than I actually have to rec you ! ;-; My own venture into the fandom is relatively new as well, so if people have more other recs, please feel free to send them ♥

Most of those fics are super spoilery if you haven't finished the series though ! Also you will soon find out that dragons are actually the ones who are most interested in pampering their humans, so a lot of those are actually Laurence getting dotted on by Temeraire too, which I hope will appeal as well ♥

-Gifts for Dragons by trolldoll (set post-canon, Temeraire has questions about the little tokens humans exchange to remind themselves of each other when they're apart, and Laurence decides to give him one suited to his size ♥ Hilarious and adorable, with background Laurence/Tharkay)

-Care Package by canis_m (set after book 6, Temeraire's mom sends a package of gifts destined to both her son and his captain ♥ Fluffy and adorable !)

-Seasons by drifloon (one of my all time favorites ! Set between book 6 and book 7. Laurence tries his hardest to be the best caregiver/provider he can for his dragon, and Temeraire frets and worries over his captain's mental health and emotional wellbeing. This has a more romantic take on their relationship, though absolutely nothing sexual happens. Mostly fluff, with a dash of hurt/comfort ♥)

-Glorious Revenge by Phnx (Modern AU, Temeraire plans for a matching couple's costume with as much feathers and glitter and shiny stuff as possible, Laurence suffers the indignity out of love for his dragon, and Tharkay has a good laugh at their expense until he doesn't XD Pure comedic fluff!)

-Marks of Esteem by @verdet-cadet (another all time favorite of mine ! Set during book 1, the aviators have a long tradition of getting their dragons a very particular gift, and both them and Laurence realize that Laurence is more than ready to follow this tradition as well ! Or : Laurence gets a tattoo for Temeraire /0\ Fantastic aviator slice of life, hilarious and hot at the same time ♥)

-An Ever-Fixed Mark by Boochicken (if you liked the previous one, then I can only recommend this one as well, for it is a direct follow-up ! Temeraire wants the most perfect design, Laurence complies, the aviators help and get drunk :D ♥)

-Priorities by @roboticnebulawrites (Set during the whole series. If you like the dragon/cat parallel, you will most certainly love this one ♥ Humans are definitely the cats here tho !)

-The Ship's Cat by Ystradwel (Another fic that dives into the dragon/cat parallel, only this time there is an actual rivalry between Temeraire and the Reliant's ship's cat for Laurence's attention :D Laurence does his best to gives both creatures the amount of love they need ♥ Set very early during book 1)

- I hope I did not miss the mark too much ! I'm always down myself for some good Laurence & Temeraire stories in general, so all the recs are welcome ♥ Thank you for the lovely ask !

#temeraire #fic rec #william laurence #tenzing tharkay #answered asks

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egg-emperor · 5 months ago

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I know you're a game Eggman fan, but the way you describe your relationship with him reminds me of the way AoStH Robotnik treated his robot wife in that one episode.

I honestly don't remember what AoStH Robotnik was like with that to see the comparison because of how big of a game Eggman fan specifically I am and how I've never been super into any of the shows besides X. XD

But the relationship dynamic for Eggman and I is based on everything that I feel game Eggman would want in a partner. I can see him having a very twisted perception of relationships and marriage + personal conditions for his unique take on them. Because in canon he's like this about all relationship types of lackeys, family members, and everything else too so there's no doubt that the same applies there

In the rare occasions he dabbles in it that is, as he can happily be alone as he is in the games, he likes to live alone only with his creations because of their guaranteed worth and loyalty to him if their programming is right. He must have very high standards for intimate relationships as a result if he's going to be making any exceptions- and just because he feels he deserves only the absolute best for his brilliance, of course!

He wants someone to completely match his energy in terms of his love for himself and to be willing to serve all of his needs. To love him as much as he loves himself, to want everything to be all about him as much as he does, to give him all the attention and love his massive ego and immense greed craves, to give him everything he deserves as the most handsome super genius and powerful superior emperor he is!

To give him everything he wants whenever he wants it, to be obedient and loyal and serve him well, to set an example for the respect and worship everyone else will have to follow in his empire, to show off that he can have any cute guy he wants because he's that great, to show that he's loved and adored, to make him feel like the important powerful emperor he is, and to have control, power and superiority over them.

No commitment on his end, he doesn't have to provide as they vicariously live through his wealth by him keeping them around to serve his needs anyway, and he doesn't lose his freedom, he's not tied down at all. He just gets to experience the joy of being showered in love, the boost in pride and ego, and pleasure of the intimacy without the unappealing parts of the typical traditional roles in relationships

He's The Eggman, he doesn't need to earn or give back, he deserves to just demand it, that's his mindset! So we have a boss and assistant, master and servant, emperor and subject, god and worshipper type dynamic but with extra benefits beyond common servants as his needs are met in intimacy too. I have deep feelings of love and devotion while he just soaks in it. I give it all for him and he takes it, the way it should be

He sees a relationship more as ownership and entitlement to me and he's fully taking advantage of my love and admiration for him in the most selfish ways and using me up for all I have to fuel his ego and selfish greedy desires. But I know and want this so there's no chance of me betraying him, he knows I'm wrapped around his finger and love him unconditionally and accept my life purpose being to serve him

He wants things his way, the only way. He doesn't want to share anything and especially not the world, it's all or nothing. I'd allow him to live the same way he always has, exactly as he wants, in fact it's even more what he wants when I'm worshipping him and giving him a taste of his future ruling the glorious empire! 🥰 Everything he wants for himself, I want for him too, and his happiness is worth it all to me 💜

#dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #doctor eggman #dr. eggman #self ship #self shipping #self ship community #self shipping community #villain f/o #dark self shipping #dark self ship #asks #my post

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the-mic-drop · 1 year ago

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Zelink gets Isekaied into BG3 Pt8: Goblin Camp

Zelda- High Elf Draconic Lineage Sorcerer

Link- Half Wood Elf Champion Fighter

So far: Team Zelda explored the Risen Road, Team Link dealt with Lady Ethel and Mayrina, and the Dream Visitor did an oopsie.

The party approaches the Goblin checkpoint outside the camp proper. Zelda, with the confidence of her mental victory over the Dream Visitor, uses her aura of authority (unrelated to the tadpole) to get the past the guards.

Right before they cross the bridge, the voice of The Absolute begins to dominate the party's minds. However, instead of the artefact, the Triforce symbol lights up on Zelda's hand and silences it with the sound of the bell of creation. (The sound that goes off when Zelda uses her power in BotW.)

The glowing Triforce fades and becomes a tattoo on her hand. In the confusion afterward, Gale asks to analyze the new tattoo. Once he does, he struggles to convey what he's found. Whatever power Zelda... used(?) was magical, but not of the Weave. His mind is racing, but Wyll steadies him. They have only conjecture and theories, so they resolve to continue on and wait for camp to get Gale to do more research.

In the Goblins' courtyard camp, the first thing they notice is Volo. Link is the only one who met him, since he left after interviewing Link about his encounter with Goblins. He gets dragged off into the Shattered Sanctum by Gribbo as usual.

Zelda plays with the Owlbear cub, Lae'zel humbles Crusher, Gale tricks Klagga out of the poem, and Astarion works his magic on Grat.

Inside the Shattered Sanctum, they first meet Priestess Gut. Zelda puts on a pretty good show of claiming that she's received a "divine message from The Absolute" that she needs to tell her in a more private setting. On the way to her chapel, she tells the party via tadpole link to ambush her on her mark. The assassination goes off without a hitch and Zelda says a prayer.

The party starts to investigate the Defiled Temple and takes out Polma the Ogre. During the short rest they take there, they discuss the strategy for the rest of the camp. They were unable to do recon due to running into Gut immediately upon entering. Link suggests a plan of recon and sabotage. Scope out the floor plan, locate Dror Ragzlin and Minthara, find and/or free any prisoners they can, destroy as many war drums as possible, and take out and hide as many patrolling guards as they can manage.

By exploring a bit further, Gale finds the Selunite puzzle room and decide to explore a bit before carrying out their plan. They find the Selunite Outpost in the Underdark. As fascinated as Zelda is, they have enough on their plate and go back up to carry out their plan.

The plan goes pretty well. Volo and Liam are freed, several drums and even more guards are taken out, Abdirak has no takers.

The party enters the worg pens and instead of demanding for the Goblins to leave the bear alone, Zelda tells the party to be ready to attack.

The fight's a bit chaotic, but it is a successful fight. Link and Zelda are the most surprised to see the bear turn into Halsin.

The conversation with Halsin goes as normal, no great solution to the tadpoles and the Grove is still in danger.

The party plus Halsin discuss the remaining Goblin leaders and how to go about dealing with them. They decide that Minthara is in a secluded enough area to take her out without alerting the rest of the camp. Then Ragzlin will be a full battle.

For the sake of stealth, Zelda asks Halsin to stay in the Worg Pen while they deal with Minthara.

The Minthara operation goes a bit sloppy, but luckily Zelda inadvertently hits Minthara with her staff in a pressure point as the Drow lunges at her, knocking her out. Minthara is left on the floor there since the Goblins in the room needed a bit more attention to eliminate.

The party fetches Halsin and in a glorious battle, the defeat Dror Ragzlin and claim the cult's treasure.

Right before the party warps back to the Grove, Link leans out the front door, sounds Lump's Warhorn, and they leave to let the Ogres have their fun.

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felixferitas · 6 months ago

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@ourpretender: ( cont. )

his elbow surges back, knocking over an eccentric hoard of supplies (cotton swabs and a jar of razors and clinking aftershave) when felix crowds him into the vanity. it is perfectly poetic — to oliver in particular — that they gather here at the end of the night, private walls sequestered between their respective rooms. hints of life interject down below, thudding music and raucous conversation filtering through the window; his birthday party in steady swing, loud and lavish and almost tragically lonesome. almost. because, although the intimacy borders on volatile, and the pleasure tides in with hints of punishment, it is still oliver and it is still felix. the contact is enticing enough, the words blunt and filthy enough — yet it's the unwavering attention that catches him, pins him helpless and hard between his legs. oliver nods, lips parted with shameless arousal, as his left hand digs into the back of felix's neck. sweat slicks every dip of skin, and it's both irritating and glorious that his grasps keep coming undone. he clings continuously, one knee uncomfortably pinched against the arch of his chest. "please."

felix is furious, absolutely fucking livid with the way the summer has gone, the revelation that the person he's been getting to know for six months he actually doesn't know at all reverberating in his skull even as he drives his hips forward punishingly. has oliver been laughing at him this entire time, taking him for a fool and marvelling at felix's naivete? he had taken oliver at his word, believed him so easily. judas betrayed jesus with a kiss for thirty pieces of silver, and so when oliver kissed him in the maze he'd wiped off the sting of oliver's falsehoods, his stomach curdling.

oliver seemed almost remorseful pinned against the bathroom cabinet, gracefully accepting his penance as he clenches around felix's cock tight enough to cut off blood circulation, his chest heaving as he grips the pinch of oliver's waist to steady him. "i have been endlessly patient and forgiving of you," he rasps, an incredulous and heartbroken laugh bubbling out of his throat as his other hand moves to cup the dip of oliver's chin, forcing his gaze to felix's face. "and for what? look at me. fucking look at me," felix demands, his lungs already sounding shot out of his chest as he increases the pace of his thrusts, the wet and brutal sound of skin on skin filling the bathroom as he jostles oliver against the cabinet.

had things gone differently, maybe this would've been a more gentle affair if felix's heart wasn't broken. instead, he's disgusted and simultaneously more turned on than he's ever been in his life, still riding the fucked up adrenaline rush that was learning every syllable oliver had uttered to him since their first meeting had been lies. oliver moans sweetly and pitifully enough, pliant beneath felix and he's sure to the untrained eye this would be a convincing apology, but felix is still seething with anger and he is not even close to being done with retribution. his hand drops from oliver's chin, spitting into the heat of his palm to wrap around the base of oliver's length to stroke him root to tip, the precome dribbling incessantly from his cockhead adding to the mess and smoothing the glide of friction. "you interrupted us. taking my cock like the duplicitious slag you are is the least you can do," he scolds, his humiliation and crushed ego forming a heady cocktail that he feels justified in doling out to oliver, flicking his wrist on the upstroke.

#ourpretender #─── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱.／ ⠀ replies.#─── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝟎𝟐 ⠀ ／ ⠀it must have been some kind of kiss. i should’ve walked away.#─── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤. ／ ⠀ i don’t know what you are. but i know you. you make my fucking blood run cold.#nsfw.#:person_standing:#/ angry emotional hatesex ...

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rayalltheway · 2 years ago

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I had a fight with Tumblr mobile to properly get this image BUT I MUST. KNOW ABOUT THIS MAN. AH.

BIG HIMBO PAPA BEAR DEMON LORE, LES GO

(Also I know I asked to be asked this question so thank you for the indulgence Skelle, dhbrhrrhhr)

- Lìliàng was the son of a yaogaui king back in his time, but his uncle forcibly took over leadership from his father when he was still young — getting sent away to live a peaceful upbringing with two tree spirits whom acted as his adoptive mothers, both of which he adored. His uncle took him back when older, something they both only agreed with because Lìliàng was ecstatic about it — the latter only realizing much too late that he much preferred the life he had with them than the time he spent with his uncle. Lìliàng did manage to reunite with them upon marrying Bái Méimáo, promising to see them as much as possible — before they were killed in the fallout of a nearby battle, leaving him devastated, but also even more determined to give his family the protection and love he didn’t always know they had given him.

- He loved stories about legendary demon warriors and rulers, and is something of a fanboy when it comes that topic. Course, when he grew up and his uncle came to collect him to become a warrior for his clan, his blind excitement made him sufficiently unprepared for what his uncle would actually demand of him — which more often than not often involved taking advantage to his strength to bully others into submission, even those who couldn’t fight back, which didn’t make Lìliàng feel very glorious, to say the least. He still loves those tales, but is very mindful of the lessons he’s imparting through them when it comes to telling them to his and Bái Méimáo’s children down the line.

- He met Bái Méimáo (and Chángbìyuán in passing) at a feast, on the occasion the two had to make negotiations with other demon clans — he was at his uncle’s side, with him having first approached the gibbons, and noticed that she and her older sibling were getting made significantly uncomfortable, with the latter looking ready to throw a punch. As such, Liliang took it upon himself to “accidentally” trip into a passing demon and crash into the dinner table, causing a mess of his uncle’s attire and redirecting his attention (albeit in a bad way) so Bái Méimáo and Chángbìyuán could get away. He didn’t think either of them noticed what he did — so he was quite surprised when Bái Méimáo appeared to privately thank him outside. The bashful, awkward moment soon turned into about an hour of happily talking, laughing and spending time together, which was only stopped when Bái Méimáo’s sibling came looking for her. Before meeting Bái Méimáo, Lìliàng never actually considered whether or not he could just leave if he didn’t like getting made lapdog to his uncle and enacting his brutal leadership — but after about a week of being unable to stop thinking about her, he decided that he’d take his chances. He flung himself out the nearest window when his uncle blocked his path to the door on his way out, and that was the last time they ever spoke.

- Lìliàng is actually a bear demon, with an absolutely gigantic brown bear as his true form. He will usually only let it out causally around his family, but oh, if you’ve enraged him enough……

- Befitting his inner geek, he loves drawing and made figurines of demons and gods he’s familiar with. He had to keep his artistic side a secret from his uncle and most of his fellow demons, but of course made a figure of Bái Méimáo as a courtship gift for her, which he considers his best work ever (aside from his kids of course).

- I kinda voice hc him as Jack Black, singing voice and all, so…there’s a bit of a hammy rocker guy in there, to say the least vsvregegeheh

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk oc #oc asks #lmk oc: lìliàng #the little warrior au

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taratard · 1 year ago

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Imagining an AU where Megatron gets captured. The Autobots are celebrating but Optimus gets ConcernedTM when Megatron makes a comment about seeing him soon. But still, the Prime does his job, locks up the prisoner, and the rest of Autobot High Command is convinced the war is basically over.

And then everything goes completely batshit. CHAOS, across the entire known universe. Because yes, the Decepticons have scattered, BUT NOT IN THE WAY ANYONE WOULD WANT THEM TO.

Starscream and the Command Trine have taken a large portion of the fleet and are off committing random acts of thievery, destruction, and miscellaneous shenanigans against all and sundry, because Starscream absolutely MUST "prove" he was better at leading an army than Megatron. This has very, very mixed results.

Soundwave is loyal as ever, but is unfortunately missing a lot of firepower (frag you, Starscream!) needed to try and rescue his glorious leader. He is still determined to do his best, though, using everything in his power to generally fuck with Autobot High Command, scramble long-distance communication, and generally make their lives a living hell. Ravage is enjoying being able to sabotage basically anything he can get his claws on. Laserbeak is being Best SpyTM, while Frenzy and Rumble are thriving in the overall chaos.

Overlord is committing genocide and torture on an even larger level than he did on Garrus-9, because if he can’t have that "final showdown" with Megatron, he could still prove himself the Better Bot by obliterating as many Autobots as he can, as brutally as possible. Because if the Autobots defeated Megatron, and he destroys "enough" Autobots, then it proves his Overlogic that he is "The Best" - but we all know it's never going to be enough for our favorite psycho.

Tarn is on his own bender similar to Overlord, but for him it's more a means of punishing the Autobots for daring to capture and hold Megatron, and is demanding the release of the Decepticon leader. And of course he makes sure Autobot High Command receives plenty of video recordings of what's being unleashed on their underlings in the meantime, his own particular brand of "motivation" at play.

Shockwave is now free of the only one able to veto his science projects and generally nobody is paying attention to manage him, so of course he takes the opportunity to begin unleashing his Most Unapproved/Unsanctioned Projects (which, despite getting vetoed by Megatron (Yes, MEGATRON) as "Too Evil" or "Too Unethical," he still kept the files for the projects JUST IN CASE) and it probably ends up with several planets transwarped into alternate dimensions, spontaneous black holes appearing and disappearing, and just... in general, those kind of universe-altering shenanigans. Probably alongside several smaller, less noticeable ones, like mild inconvenience fields where everyone's left sock disappears or something, idk.

Most of the general Decepticon populous are off committing random crimes and generally being minor (and/or major) nuisances, since their mindset is basically: "hey, nobody can tell me what to do anymore, I can do what I want!" So if they want to dick around on some random planet and mess with organics, or go off and steal things, or just cause random sabotages and explosions, then they will because why not.

(There are probably way more specific 'cons with their shenanigans that I could include, but these are just the top ones that popped into my head. PLEASE feel free to add in any ideas you can think of, because I thrive on chaos and these kinds of things give me life!)

Long story short: Everything winds up so crazy that at some point, Optimus has a complete breakdown and just barges into Megatron's cell, basically going, "FOR THE LOVE OF PRIMUS CONTROL YOUR DAMN DECEPTICONS BEFORE THE UNIVERSE IMPLODES" (likely with Ratchet and Prowl right behind him, trying to also get into the cell, probably yelling some variation of "OPTIMUS NO" - which is probably why Optimus sealed the door in the first place.)

And of course Megatron is just sitting there, smug AF, trying not to be petty enough to say I told you so but it's clearly all over his face anyways. So instead he plays hardball and is like, "So, what's in it for me?" And Optimus nearly implodes because the entire fragging universe is likely on the line BUT OF COURSE MEGATRON HAS TO BE AN OPPORTUNISTIC LITTLE SHIT ASWKQMWJMFUDM

Not entirely sure which continuity this would branch off from, but it's giving me major IDW vibes.

(Also giving me vibes that this might be a setup for a potential MegOp, because Optimus is probably going to do something martyr-adjacent like offer himself as prisoner, basically reversing their current roles, in hopes of negotiating a formal peace treaty because clearly Autobot victory isn't likely to happen, and if Decepticon victory means the death of all his Autobots, well, they're not gonna go for that, either.)

You are a supervillain who commands most of the criminal underground, after being placed behind bars the heroes come to you for answers when crime shoots up by 60 percent.

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starseedfxofficial · 3 months ago

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The Surprising Comeback: How CAD/CHF's Rounding Bottom is Breaking the Forex Mold Have you ever felt like your trading decisions were as unpredictable as a cat in a bathtub? You know, that frantic, splash-everywhere sort of chaos that leaves you wondering, "How did I end up here?" Well, if you're trying to navigate the Forex market, especially with CAD/CHF, you may have felt like this a time or two. Fortunately, there are patterns—reliable, time-tested shapes that emerge in price action, one of which is a rounding bottom. Yes, it’s the market’s version of that classic underdog tale: the slow, underestimated rise that ends in a glorious breakout. Let’s dive in and explore why the CAD/CHF rounding bottom might just be your next hidden opportunity. The Forgotten Underdog Pattern Picture this: You’re sitting at your charts, coffee in hand, and a pair of reading glasses perched on your nose (okay, maybe just me). The CAD/CHF pair has been trading sideways for weeks, like a petulant teenager refusing to take direction. Then suddenly, you notice something different—a slight dip followed by a gradual climb. Congratulations, my friend, you might have spotted a rounding bottom, the trading world's Cinderella story. The rounding bottom pattern represents a period of consolidation and accumulation. Traders often overlook it because it’s not flashy. There’s no sudden drop, no towering spike, just a humble, U-shaped formation. But—and here’s the kicker—it’s exactly this humble appearance that makes it so powerful. When CAD/CHF forms a rounding bottom, it's often indicative of long-term trend reversals, meaning that missed opportunity could soon become a trader’s dream move. Why Most Traders Get it Wrong (And How You Can Avoid It) Let's address a myth here: “Patterns like the rounding bottom are too slow for profit." The truth is, most traders want the thrill—the roller-coaster kind of chart with screaming ups and downs. It's like they're in it for the adrenaline rush, rather than the actual profit (you know, kind of like buying stocks based on Elon Musk's tweets). The rounding bottom demands patience, and that’s why so many traders ignore it—to their detriment. When you see the CAD/CHF pair slowly curving upward, it’s time to put on your metaphorical Sherlock Holmes hat. Ask yourself: why is this bottom rounding? It’s likely because smart money (those institutional traders we both love and despise) is gradually accumulating. By the time the price breaks out of this curve, they're already halfway to the bank. Want to join them? You’ve got to learn to spot this, hop in while others are asleep at the wheel, and prepare for the impending rally. The Real Magic: How to Trade a Rounding Bottom on CAD/CHF But here’s where the real magic happens—capitalizing on the CAD/CHF rounding bottom takes more than just “spot and buy.” Let’s break it down step-by-step (because if there’s one thing we traders need, it's structure amid the chaos): - Identify the U-Shape: Look for a slow, rounded curve that usually takes several weeks, sometimes months, to complete. Remember, if you squint at the chart and think it resembles a lazy, barely-there smile—you’re on the right track. - Volume Analysis: Pay attention to volume during the formation. Volume tends to dry up during the middle of the U-shape and then picks up as the pattern completes. This is the first hint that smart money is slowly stepping in. Imagine volume as whispers at a party that suddenly rise into excited chatter—that’s when the fun (and opportunity) begins. - Look for Confirmation: Here’s where you need to channel your inner skeptic. Wait for the price to break above the resistance formed at the beginning of the U. When that happens, you’ve got confirmation—like waiting for your date to mention that they too think pineapple on pizza is an absolute travesty before deciding it's real love. - Target Setting: Measure the height from the bottom of the U to the neckline, then project that distance upwards from the breakout point. Boom—you’ve got yourself a target. It’s the trading equivalent of plotting your route to that taco stand across town—essential, rewarding, and worth it. Contrarian Perspective: Swimming Upstream The Forex market loves to deceive, and the rounding bottom often fools traders into thinking the pair is doomed to sideways purgatory. Truth is, most of the “casual crowd” isn’t even looking at CAD/CHF. They’re too busy buying into hyped pairs or getting burnt by sudden reversals. If you take a contrarian approach and give this pattern the attention it deserves, you’re setting yourself up for gains they won’t see coming. It's like finding an empty checkout line at the grocery store while everyone else waits for the self-service that’s inevitably malfunctioning—it feels like you’ve cracked the code. Hidden Patterns That Drive the Market The rounding bottom on CAD/CHF isn’t an anomaly—it’s part of a broader, hidden cycle. When a major currency pair like CAD/CHF starts rounding off its bottom, it's often a reflection of changing fundamentals in both the Canadian and Swiss economies. Dive into economic indicators, like PMI (Purchasing Managers Index) from Canada, and you’ll notice correlations that aren't coincidental. Understanding these indicators is like suddenly seeing the entire plot of a confusing movie—all those pieces start to fall into place. Speaking of economics, we can't forget the external factors. Market moves are often driven by forces behind the curtain—central banks, fiscal policies, changes in commodity prices. In particular, since Canada is resource-heavy, watch oil prices; any shifts there could impact the CAD, nudging the rounding bottom into a breakout. How to Predict Market Moves with Precision Let’s cut to the chase: while no one has a crystal ball (and if they did, it’s probably broken by now), there are ninja-level tactics for predicting the success of a rounding bottom breakout. First, always pair technical indicators with fundamental data—think of it as blending a healthy green smoothie with an espresso shot. MACD and RSI are your smoothie ingredients—showing you momentum shifts—but that real kick? Check economic reports like unemployment data or interest rate changes. CAD/CHF’s strength often hinges on macroeconomic stability. Here’s an insider tip: stay tuned for Swiss National Bank (SNB) interventions. They aren’t shy about meddling when the franc gets a little too popular. Being aware of such interventions gives you a peek behind the curtain, almost like being on the inside track of a surprise party. The One Simple Trick That Can Change Your Trading Mindset Patience. I know—it’s boring, right? But hear me out. The rounding bottom’s greatest strength is its ability to reward patient traders. Think of it as planting a seed. You don’t dig it up every few hours just to see if it's sprouting—you nurture it, water it, and let it bloom. So if you’re watching CAD/CHF make that slow, gradual turn upwards, resist the urge to get out too soon. One more piece of advice—track your trades. Using our free trading journal helps you see where patience has paid off before and how it can continue to be your secret weapon. (Shameless plug, but hey, it’s free and seriously handy). Check it out here: StarseedFX Trading Journal. The Bottom Line: Why the CAD/CHF Rounding Bottom Deserves Your Attention Don’t let this pattern slip through your fingers. CAD/CHF rounding bottoms are a reminder that sometimes the quiet, steady plays are the ones that bring the most reward. So next time you’re tempted to jump into the next hype-driven pair, remember—the market has hidden gems. With patience, some chart-watching skills, and a dash of humor to keep you sane, the rounding bottom can be a major opportunity just waiting for a savvy trader to come along. Oh, and before you go—check out our free trading plan to set your goals and keep yourself disciplined. Remember, you can’t win the race if you don’t have a finish line. Start now: StarseedFX Trading Plan. —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated Read the full article

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iwas-princess · 2 years ago

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my birthday special for the best boyfriend ever!

warnings: foot fetish (sort of), feet kissing, body worshipping (fem receiving), mentions of chubby tummys, dom!suna, slight princess kink

suna rintaro • birthday boy

“do you like them?”

the question was heard and he knew that you were speaking, but he didn’t really hear you. not over the static that played in his head as the sight sent him in overdrive.

your freshly pedicured feet were perched in his lap on display for him, revealing the newly pampered toes that you had gotten done that day for him. everything from the color of the gel polish to the lotion rubbed in your feet was chosen for him, and all day you had been practically vibrating in your seat to show them off snd see his reaction. you figured that he’d short circuit the moment he took in the white polish and lavender aroma, a blush on his cheeks before he ravished you.

and of course, you were right.

rintaro’s eyes were fixated on every detail of them, analyzing how beautiful he found them and indulging in the glorious sight of them parked in his lap as they sat pretty, begging for his appreciation.

his mouth went dry, expression both stunned and feverish when you wiggled your toes to catch his attention and pull him back to reality.

“rinnie?” you called once you were met with nothing but the reaction of him drooling over your feet speechlessly.

you nearly giggled at how much he resembled a pubescent teenage boy just now, as if he had just discovered the greatest porno mag of all time and thought it would change his life. what you didn’t expect, was for his eyes to meet yours as you teased him mentally.

his breath hitched as he seen the teasing look in your eyes, watching you bite you lip and smile knowingly at him.

“do you like them?” you repeated once you finally caught his attention.

it was a stupid question, he thought.

do you like them?

a very stupid question because anyone in their right mind would have seen the look on his face, and would have already knew that your feet with white nail polish on had a super special place in his heart.

“like them? baby, i-i love them.” he stuttered, flustered and undeniably horny now.

“rinnie?” you asked once more.

he hummed, running his thumb along your knee to encourage you to ask whatever it was you wished— even if it was his birthday.

“kiss them.”

with a growl, suna caressed your right foot gently before placing his lips to your big toe, gently pecking the skin at first before trailing more passionate kisses along the flesh surrounding it.

you gasped when his tongue swiped past his lips with a kiss to the middle of your foot, gently ticking you.

his eyes rolled back at the angelic sound, beginning to indulge in his fantasies of your pretty feet while you lie back and relax.

it had always been a desire of his to treat you like royalty, and now was no different. there was absolutely nothing more that he wanted than to worship you entirely, giving you any pleasure you could ever want and fulfilling your every wish without an ounce of hesitation.

even on his birthday.

“you kiss them so well, rin.” you moaned softly, more pleasured by the sight of him than the actual feeling.

he was beautiful, his hair messy and untamed as it tickled your soles with each kiss placed on the front of your foot. his lips endlessly covered you in kisses, adoring the calm lavender scent that filled his nose with each breath.

“they deserve it.” he mumbled against them, eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

something about the way you so easily demanded him to kiss them, awoke something obedient inside of him, something he had never felt so strongly before. the overwhelming urge to lavish you tonight introduced itself to him, informing him of take over and sending him on his way home.

suddenly, a switch flipped and he was completely gone, lips leaving opened mouth kisses all over your toes and running his tongue along the skin softly.

he was absolutely sure that if he opened his eyes, he would be a goner. the sight greeting him would be his princess looking down at him from her spot on the couch with her pretty eyes begging him to fuck her, he didn’t have to see in order to figure that out beforehand.

but, he just couldn’t shake the image out of his head. he had to see you, whether it meant going rouge or not. he knew his limits and would do absolutely nothing too far, not with his precious princess.

his lips left your skin hesitantly as he head rose back up, spit slicked on his lips and cheeks flushed now.

“love your feet so fucking much, princess.” he muttered. “all mine right?”

“yes, rinnie. all yours. everything of me is all yours.” you whined.

he smiled lazily, turning towards you to finally take in how fuck desperate you are.

surely, he had proven himself right as his eyes landed on your pleading figure, a small pout on your face as if to ask him ‘please, fuck me.’

but what really got him, as he wiped the spit off of your foot, was the way your tummy peaked through your tank top and comfortably sat.

oh, he couldn’t wait to watch it jiggle as he fucked into your sweet cunt later.

rintaro licked his lips, suddenly feeling dry and hot as he imagined just how cute it was to watch your body shake with each thrust as you looked up at him sweetly and whined for him to keep going, keep fucking you and fill you up.

there was nothing he loved more than watching you during sex, resting his eyes on any part of you and finding it breathtaking.

he stroked his thumb over your toes, eyes still trained on your lower belly.

“gonna let me fuck you now, gorgeous?” he gently asked, voice full of love and affection as he asked something so dirty.

you swallowed thickly before nodding, his deep voice sending waves of pleasure through your body as he spoke naughtily.

he smiled feline like.

“words, baby. give your birthday boy some words.”

“yes, please. please, fuck me, rinnie. need it.” you begged, giving in to his sudden dominate behavior.

he leaned down slowly, his eyes flickering to yours as his face moved towards your exposed stomach. heat rose in your cheeks at the realization of the bare skin, but before you could push him away out of embarrassment, his lips brushed against your lower belly, irrupting a moan from you.

“fuck, you’re just so pretty.” suna chuckled against you. “can’t wait to put my cock in this princess cunt of yours while i fuck you silly.”

#suna 🌷#suna rintaro #suna #suna rintaro smut #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x reader smut #suna smut #suna x reader #suna x reader smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x chubby reader #suna x chubby reader #suna x plus size reader #haikyuu x plus size reader

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dreamdaddymorpheus · 2 years ago

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fire on fire | chapter. 04 | morpheus x scarlet witch!reader

pairing: morpheus x scarlet witch!reader (she/her) warning: sm*t, br*eding k*ink, no beta we die like jessamy a/n: you gotta listen to sam smith's fire on fire, i based their entire relationship on that one song lmao aa/n: my sincerest apologies to neil gaiman, please know that i wrote this with alot of love 😭🙏🏽 previous chapters: chapter. 01 | chapter. 02 | chapter. 03

“Fire on fire would normally kill us But this much desire, together, we're winners They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms 'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me And look in my eyes You are perfection, my only direction It's fire on fire.” – Fire on Fire, Sam Smith

Your relationship with the King of Dreams and Nightmares has always been a much-disputed subject amongst his siblings with the majority in opposition. If there was one thing, however, to unite them all it was the fact that Morpheus absolutely worshipped you. “Fire on fire, dear Morpheus, will kill you.” He recalled the unsolicited caution from his eldest sibling, voice as soul destroying as ever. Morpheus merely rolled his eyes at the time, petulant and arrogant, but this very moment, as he cradled your face in both hands with his lips in a desperate quest to claim yours, he couldn’t help but agree. You may kill him, indeed. To die between your thighs would be glorious – a life well spent, he thought.

His hands moved to rest on your waist as his lips slithers away from yours to leave a burning trail along your jaw down to the pulse on your neck, barely holding back a shudder from overtaking him at the way you sighed at his attentions. “We are not to be disturbed, Lucienne.” The order came from against your skin, unwilling to move and uncaring to ensure Lucienne gave them the privacy he demanded.

You heard the soft lulling sound of whirling sand before you felt the solid edge of his throne hit the back of your knees. “I thought I would never hold you again.” Morpheus whispered along the column of your throat, a touch of vulnerability overshadowing the deep hunger he felt building in the pit of his stomach. “I feared for humanity – for what I would have done to them.” Though the Endless restrained his whimpers rather well the wetness against your skin gave him away. “This madness you inspire in me would not have been merciful.” You slide your hand over the back of his neck until your fingers were partly obscured by his jet-black hair, tugging slightly at a handful as if to ground him back – back to you.

“For centuries I have denied who and what I am—“ Despair and anger bubbled in your throat in equal measure, “…pushed you away in my fear of the inevitable. Deprived myself of what rightfully belongs to me.” At this your free hand slides over his chest, clawing at the spot where his heart should be. You felt his growl ripple under your hand. “No more.” You murmured, low and airy with lust.

Morpheus truly intended to be gentle at first – but the way your scent, your warmth flooded his senses made it nigh impossible. His lips devoured yours in unrestrained lust, feeding selfishly on the soft, quivering moans that slipped past your lips. Your taste was so decadent and rare that his hunger only grew with each second, fuelling his madness. His fingers gripped the silky materials of your nightdress and with one quick tug had it discarded to the ground without even a single glance.

It thrilled him that you matched his lust, his bites, his growls with your own. Even in his war for dominance over you he couldn’t stop the way his heart swelled with love and delight. It filled him with so much pride that you refused to surrender. You were so beautiful, he thought. Untouched and unsullied for a century. A blank canvas, if you will – and oh how he ached to paint you with his marks again to further solidify his claim over your entire body and soul. There was no hope that this would be a tender lovemaking. He was far too starved for far too long.

The Endless allowed his hands to wander over the newly exposed flesh, growling as he rediscovered how soft and pliable you were. His hands moved up to trace the curves of your waist until they reached the roundness of your breast, his thumbs reaching out to draw teasing little circles over your hardened peaks, drawing out a soft cry from you.

When his ministrations suddenly stopped, he felt as well as heard your disappointment – but the Endless merely gave you a knowing smile before moving his hands to slide down your body, caressing from the dip of your waist to the flare of your hips, down, down, and down he went until he felt the wetness between your legs.

You were so wet. Morpheus could only snarl as the scent of your arousal hit his nose, completely and utterly intoxicating him. He parts your folds, searching for that sensitive little pearl that he knew would drive you to the same madness you rouse in him. He leans down to latch his mouth onto your breast as his fingers prevailed in its quest, circling the little nub until he felt your fingers dig into his shoulders, relishing the thought of your own markings on him. He would make good on his promise this day – fill you until you were full of his flesh and blood.

Morpheus felt his concentration escape him when the tip of his middle finger slipped inside your obscenely wet tightness. The heat of you almost sent him to his knees – no, heat was too mild a word. You were fire, a blazing inferno, and he craved, needed to feel you around him.

“I could scarcely think of little else all these years—” He gasped into your ear. “You feel…” Perfect, exquisite, all consuming, the words were simply far too inadequate to convey the true extent of his sentiment in regard to your sheath like quim. His finger starts its own rhythm, lazily moving in and out of your heat while his thumb amused itself by circling and flicking at your clit. Though he desired to hear your screams he contented himself with the way you seemed to be currently incapable of much else besides chanting his name like a prayer. A whisper at first, then a whine, soon a growl as your hips crashed against his fingers relentlessly as you attempt to chase your release.

He watched in absolute awe as your face twist with pleasure, eyes fluttering close, swollen, bruised lips parting to let a desperate, wordless scream. Glorious.

Granting you no time to recover, Morpheus spun you both around and sat himself on his throne, pulling you to straddle over him. He needed to see it again lest he truly lose himself to his madness. Needed to see you come undone. On his cock.

“Tell me, my love,” He started with a teasing lilt to his voice, reaching down with one hand to free himself from his trousers, “In the imagined world I found you in, did my proxy please you?” He leans forward, pulling you impossibly closer with his other arm until you were chest to chest.

“Never.” You avowed without hesitation. Though you were deep in your delusions you could never betray Morpheus like that – your magic wouldn’t let you even if you tried. He was not just your paramour; he was one half of you. “But I did pleasure myself, if you were wondering.” At this you smirk, writhing on his lap to adjust yourself and then raising your hips slightly to hover above his cock until you felt the width of his hardness slide between your legs. “I only had to think of you, of our mischief, in this very spot in fact, or at the centre of Stonehenge, even the rather quick one against one of Lucienne’s many shelves,” You teased, eyes dancing with mischievous amusement.

“That was not a ‘quick one’.” Morpheus glared at you for that, taking mock offense at your implication. He did not take his time as he normally would in that particular memory, he admits, but he recalled being so desperate and hungry for a taste of you that he had you up and against a shelf, tomes forgotten on the table, and ate you out like a beggar at a feast.

You merely chuckled in response, deliberately ignoring his interruption, and continued with your teasing, “My point is—I do not need a poorly made substitute of you to come undone. Just the thought of you is enough to end me.” You felt him harden even more at that – if that was even possible. He could probably leave a dent in your insides in his current state of arousal.

“Put an end to my misery, Y/N.” He begged hoarsely, and you obliged. You raised your hips, one hand sneaking between your bodies to guide his cock inside you. You watched as the King of Dreams threw his head back in pleasure, lips parted, eyes closed, savouring this feeling, this moment of being one with you once more. Inch by inch, taking your sweet time.

Morpheus could feel you twitch and stretch to accommodate his length, and the feeling of it could have consumed him – killed him, as Destiny so kindly cautioned him. Perhaps not quite the context meant, but he could have died happily like this. He felt you shudder when he was finally fully hilted inside you, your cunt rippling and shaping to his cock.

“You, my love, are the embodiment of sin.” The growl came rough and broken, his nails digging into the flesh on your hips, barely holding onto what sanity he had left to fend off the madness that threatened to take you like an animal. He didn’t have to wait long, it seems, as he could see the same desperation in him distorting your features. You tried to tease him and prolong his suffering, but he knew by the way you increased the beat of your movement that you were chasing your high as much as him. Not yet. Not until you’ve ridden him to his satisfaction, a compensation for your mischief.

Morpheus watched his beloved sob in frustration, riding him furiously and wildly, breasts bouncing with your every movement and beguiling him to suckle on a pebbled flesh, causing you to let out wonderful little whimpers. “P-Please, Morpheus—” You begged. At last, he felt you approaching your pinnacle, felt the familiar way your walls tightened around him. He slid one arm around your waist and grabbed a fistful of your hair with the other as he met your enthusiasm with equal fervour.

“Take it, my Queen.” Whether it was the relentless way he was thrusting into you or the sultry, throaty tone in which he uttered your soon to be title, but you came with a strangled cry, gasping and trembling violently. You heard him hiss into your ear as he too came spilling inside you, hissing through gritted teeth before you felt them clamp down on your shoulder. You sink into him, panting and relishing your high.

You heard that familiar sound of sand again and soon you felt the luxurious sensation of velvet hit your naked back. Above you was your lover, only better – without an inch of clothing on him.

“Again.” He demanded darkly; voice low yet no less commanding. The moment of confusion was soon clarified by the way his cock started to stiffen inside you again, as if that too was at his directive. “You will take my seed as many times as it’ll take.” He flipped you over and lured you onto your knees. “Morpheus—” You moaned, eyes hazy and vulnerable, but before you could say more you felt him pull you to the hilt of his cock. Your chanting of his name resumed, bracing yourself on your forearms and widening your stance. Yes, yes, yes, this—this felt like home. You felt his growl more than you heard it; your senses utterly skewed from his unwavering pounding. “You will be positively divine when you are round with our children.” He was incessant, single-minded in his quest to fill you with as much seed as your body could take.

Morpheus held you firmly in place by the hips as he fucked you with deep, claiming thrust, each movement hitting that throbbing bundle of nerves inside you. He would see you ruined for anyone but him. He jerked your head against his chest by the hair as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You will make me a father, won’t you, my love?” When nothing came out of you but a strangled moan, Morpheus pulled harder, “Yes?”

“Y-Yes,” He delighted in the clear, wanton desperation lacing your voice, “Let no one doubt I am yours.” Morpheus growled at this, in absolute euphoria at the thought of marking you this way. His pounding slowed, purposeful and deep, grunting each time your flesh slapped against the base of his cock. Once. Then twice. The third one was what ended him, and you, as you both threw your heads back in unison and howled each other’s names.

Dream of the Endless watched his future Queen collapse tiredly on the bed, admiring your body flushed with desire, covered in a sheen of sweat, before gathering you gently in his arms and engulfing you in his warm embrace. He smiled adoringly as you gazed up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and returned the same smile, thoroughly sated.

“I hope it’s a girl.” You said quietly, shyly, then settled back against him with your face pressed against his heaving chest.

Morpheus didn’t think his heart could swell anymore for you, yet as he stared at you for the longest time, he was glad to be proven wrong.

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johnwickb1tsch · 10 months ago

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As it turns out, John Wick can drive very fast.

You already knew this, of course. Constantine, however, seems to be regretting his life choices as Wick weaves in and out of traffic, trying to find a hand hold as you are whipped around in the cramped back seat of the vintage Chevelle. He clenches his square jaw and glares daggers as Wick makes a quick left juke, the force of it pushing Constantine into the side of the car furthest from you.

You think it's a coincidence, until you meet John Wick's eyes in the rear-view mirror, and you see a glimmer of amusement. On anyone else, it would be all-out gut-busting laughter. You open your mouth to tell him to play nice, but Tex interrupts you—just like old times.

"3 o'clock," barks the cowboy assassin from the shotgun seat. It's fitting, because he quite literally has a sawed-off shotgun in his lap, something from Constantine's cabinet of goodies with arcane symbols scratched into the barrel. Tex and Constantine fought over this seat like it was worth a million dollars, and only the interruption of the literal Hell’s Angels roaring up on you on motorcycles re-focused their attention.

They’ve been trying to run you down for blocks like wolves on a caribou, and with a whip of Wick's wrist on the steering wheel, now you’re being pursued by one less. It over-corrects and crashes into a concrete barrier. Constantine laughs under his breath at the thing’s demise.

However, there are still three more to contend with.

“The club is just ahead,” directs Constantine. “Good luck finding parking.”

“Hold on.”

There's nothing to fucking hold on to in the bare bones back seat—except for Constantine, so that's what you do. He holds your hand with a white knuckled grip that betrays his nerves far more than his expression does

John tricks the motorcycle-riding demons by suddenly slowing down, then gunning the engine, running one over with a sudden burst of speed, then smacking the other two like a pinball flipper with a sudden shift and drift turn.

The car is totally fucked, but so are the hellspawn, so it feels like a win.

When one of them tries to stagger from the wreckage towards you Tex shoots it from out the window. The sound is deafening—and the ball of fire from the barrel of the gun makes you all jump.

“What the fuck is that, John?” you demand.

“Dragon's breath,” he answers you with a little smirk. “Nice work, Hee Haw. You should hunt demons instead of people.”

“What's the pay?”

“Absolute shit with possible stock options in Heaven.”

“No thank you then.”

The four of you pile out of the car and hustle towards the doors of Midnite's.

“This place is supposed to be neutral ground,” says Constantine, “but it's going to be full of demonic half-breeds, so walk fast and stick close.”

Tex turns to you with an incredulous frown. “Baby, I seriously gotta question your taste. Where did you find this wizard boy?”

Constantine looks at you with a smirk, no doubt thinking about your first animalistic tryst in that alleyway by the bar, and how he’d made you cum on his dick with your back chaffed by the hard bricks behind you, your legs wrapped desperately around his slender waist while he pounded inside your needy little cunt.

It had been glorious.

Just the memory of it floods you with a searing heat from your loins to regrettably, your cheeks.

Constantine loves it when he manages to make you blush, and a wicked gleam sparkles in his jetty dark irises.

“Shall I tell him, dear?”

You can tell that Tex’s head is about to explode.

“Not while he’s holding a fire-breathing shotgun, honey.”

Constantine has never really used lovey pet names with you before. It’s almost the weirdest thing that’s happened today.

As you push through the doors of the club it’s almost like entering another dimension, the red lights and bass thump of hedonistic music beyond, the steps down down down like a descent into a nether realm. The bouncer holds up his tarot card, the entrance exam, that Constantine passes like a breeze. “Rat in a dress.”

Bouncer turns to Wick and Tex with a new card, who look at Constantine with almost comical consternation. “They’re with me.”

“Still gotta pass.”

A beat later Constantine punches the burly bouncer out, shaking the sting off his hand. “Sorry,” he says to the unconscious man on the ground. To the rest of you, “Shit. Move fast.”

He bursts through the doors to the main club, striding with purpose on those beautiful long legs. You always feel too cool for school, when you’re on a magical side-quest with John. His broad shoulders part the crowd around you all, and when you’re with Constantine, everyone is looking at you. Half-breed angels, demons, and who knows what in between. Their eyes glow eerily in the low crimson light of the club.

Neither Wick nor Tex betray any fear or surprise at descending into this eldritch side of the City of Angels, intimidating towers at your back, glowering at anyone who looks your way.

Maybe it’s stupid, but in this moment you feel pretty fucking invincible.

It’s definitely stupid, because the creatures on Team Lucifer start to take an acute interest in Tex, their eyes glowing. Even you can feel them pressing closer around you. Constantine is standing at the tufted leather wall, what you know is an illusion hiding a door.

A tall, unfairly hot half-breed saunters into Tex’s personal space, reaching up to touch his cheek with a sultry come-hither smile. Succubus, is your guess, though the possibilities are literally endless. For a moment Tex seems utterly entranced, and it’s all you can do not to roll your eyes. “Sorry, he’s taken,” you say, pulling Tex back with your fingers in his tooled belt to sandwich him between you and Constantine.

Are they going to open the door for you or what? Any time now would be excellent…

Suddenly the half-breed seems a foot taller, looming over you with glowing red eyes. With your heart in your throat you hold up your amulet between you, and though she doesn’t exactly flinch and hiss like you’d hoped, you can tell she doesn’t care for it, her fine features twisting in a sneer like she tasted something nasty.

“Fine,” pouts the demoness. “Change your mind, handsome, you know where to find me.” She punctuates the offer with a flash of razor-sharp teeth before she saunters off with extra swing in her hips.

Tex makes a small sound of pain behind you as he watches her go, and you know he can’t help it. Desire is the Succubus’s power, and she was clearly hunting tonight. It doesn’t stop you from rolling your eyes though, turning to catch John Wick’s gaze. You can tell he’s keeping watch on the room, but he’s also got his eyes on you; that weighty, yearning look that never fails to tie your heart—and your lady parts—up in knots. A wholly inconvenient throb of lust between your legs makes you shift where you stand; suddenly you are soaked, so aware of the solid warmth of Tex at your back, and John towering before you.

Just like old times.

A part of you wants to reach for him, location be damned, an ingrained urge that would be a terrible idea at this time in this place, because if you touch him you’ll have to kiss him and who knows where that will end.

Jesus, was the succubus’s energy affecting you too? Or is it just…them?

There is a heady weight in the air, like something malevolent is about to descend upon you all. With your heart in your throat you clutch at the talisman around your neck, and though you’re not really sure which deity you’re entreating for salvation, you pray.

At last the door swings open, and Constantine finds your elbow, tugging you none too gently with him inside Papa Midnite’s inner sanctum. Naturally, where you go, the boys follow close behind.

“John Constantine,” says Papa Midnite in his melodic baritone. “Been some time. I see you’ve brought friends.”

“Wouldn’t go that far,” snarks Constantine with a baleful look at the two assassins at your back. “But I need your help.”

“The Great John Constantine needs my help?” mocks Papa. “Must be sometin’ bad.”

You’re not proud of the panic that rises in your throat at the sound of Midnite’s reluctance to help you. You know that pretty much everyone in the supernatural world has been pissed off at Constantine for some reason or another, but you pray this man can rise above his grudge. If not…Tex is fucked, and maybe it’s stupid after everything he did to you, but just the thought leaves a hollow ringing inside your heart.

You dare to peek around from Constantine’s imposing form. “Please, Papa?” you entreat, your eyes wide. You have met once before, and on that occasion the powerful witch doctor seemed to like you, though he didn’t cease to deride what a girl like you could possibly be doing with the likes of John Constantine. “We really need your help.”

Papa Midnite tilts his fedora-topped head to regard you with curiosity. He is wearing one of his delightfully loud shirts with a fur collared jacket. A gold necklace gleams against the dark skin of his throat. “Who needs my help, little girl? You, or him?” He points at Constantine with the jut of his chin.

“I do,” you both answer at the same time. You realize Constantine doesn’t want you to owe the powerful Bokor a favor—but you’re reading the room, and you’re pretty sure if the magic is for Constantine, Midnite is going to tell you all to pound rocks.

Midnite, understanding all of this, sits back in his throne of a chair with a little chuckle, drumming gold-bedecked fingers on the carved wooden arm.

“What is it you need?”

“A curse lifted,” answers Constantine. “And a spell cast.”

Midnite whistles at hearing that, and only then does his attention turn to the assassin at your back. “I can sense the dark mark from here,” says the witch doctor. “Let me see.”

With a grumble Tex pulls at his collar, pearl snap buttons popping to reveal the blackened circular pentacle, its 8 radii tipped with symbols, embedded beneath his skin. At the sight of it Midnite smirks, his eyebrows lifting high.

“Set thou a wicked one to be ruler over him, and let Satan stand at his right hand,” cites Midnite. “That a powerful curse t’set on someone, Constantine.”

“It was a heat of the moment thing,” grumbles the demon hunter.

“I can tell. Takes some big feeling, to conjure a curse like dis from thin air.”

That’s when Midnite looks at you, and that stupid blush of heat ambushes you again.

Feelings were not something you and John Constantine talked about. Sure, they were there, but you never really gave voice to them. You demonstrated them, physically, and often. Midnite seems bent on embarrassing both of you.

“Yeah, yeah,” grouses Constantine, only daring to glance in your direction. But in that single moment, the raw look on his face makes you feel like you need to sit down. “So can you lift it or not?”

“Course I can,” says Midnite dismissively. “What you bring me in return?”

“’Fraid I’ll have to owe you.”

“Hmm. I’ve heard that one too many times from the likes of you, Constantine. I’ll need somethin’ up front.”

“Do you like gold?” asks John Wick blandly, producing five glittering yellow coins from his pocket, setting them on the table in front of Papa Midnite in a neat stack one by one. The pretty tink tink tink of metal fills the air, and Midnite nods with his lips pursed, paying Wick an approving look. However, as he examines the death’s head emblazoned token, it is you he speaks to.

“How did a nice girl like you get tangled up wit Underworld boys like dis?”

A shuddering sigh escapes you, as a montage of the absolute fire you walked through to get to this moment flashes in your mind. The murder, the kidnapping, the chaos and corruption. The passion, the pleasure, and the quieter moments that made you think you might be content to stay with your Boys forever—until they forced you to go.

“It’s a long story, Papa,” you answer, barely able to raise your voice over a whisper.

“Some other time, you’ll tell me, then. Step into my office.”

Midnite leads you to his back room, a cavernous space built in the breathtakingly ornate style of the Moorish palaces of Andalusia. At first you don’t know where to look. The arabesque carved walls, the scalloped arches, the honeycomb vaulted ceilings, or the cacophony of antique relics stacked high on all sides. There are statues and busts and boxes and dolls, this and that and bric-a-brac and every category of precious old junk you can imagine, is here. Your eye is drawn to an old wooden chair against the far wall with leather straps that for some reason gives you chills.

The center of the room is empty, the demarked circle where Midnite performs his workings outlined with bones, half-burnt candles, and rusty lines on the tiles that look like blood.

“Now then,” says Midnite, taking a sip from a bottle of dark rum before offering it to Tex. “Drink up, man. Dis not gonna feel good.”

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When all is said and done, the four of you all feel like pieces of chewed up gum. You are utterly wiped, and it’s all you can do not to fall asleep in the back of the car with your head on Constantine’s shoulder. Fingering your new tattoo, a mystical symbol that binds Tex Johnson and John Wick to your will, you think on what Papa Midnite said to you before your departure.

“Hard to live with a heart divided in three pieces, girl. You playin’ a dangerous game.”

“It’s not a game to me, Midnite. It’s just…my life, somehow.”

“Dat fair. So you know, I told that silly boy of yours to put a ring on your finger ‘fore he lost the chance. Never seen him like dis, wit any other.”

You’d paid him a grim smile, amused at the thought of Constantine asking you to be his wife. What a laughable prospect. Sweet, but there was no way he felt that about you. “Are you telling me not to break your friend’s heart, Midnite?”

He’d snorted and taken a drink of rum. “I know better than that. But you might tink about what he’ll turn into, if tings go badly.”

Truth be told, you didn’t want to think on that, because it terrified you. All you wanted right now, was to curl up in the bed you shared with John Constantine, and sleep for about seven years.

Midnight had given you a herbal potion that had to be administered to Tex every six hours for a week, and a magical salve to apply to the burn upon his chest where the symbol had, at one point, burst into white-hot flame. You’d feared he’d been at death’s door, until he took your hand with a smirk and mumbled half to you, half to himself, “The things I do for my little rattlesnake.” It had squeezed your heart with a fist, utterly wrecked you, and you knew you couldn’t kick him to the curb just yet.

You were headed back to Constantine’s house, (which you had helped him get together the down payment for, with no strings attached, so…) and the four of you would have to figure out how to co-exist, at least until Tex was back on his feet.

Then…who the fuck knew what was going to happen.

You’d think about that, tomorrow.

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I left the details of the ritual open aside from the tattoos, if you want to add anything, for, reasons... 😆

Yandere Tex Johnson x Witness!Reader x John Wick Imagine WIP Part 8

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"Come on, we've got to get you somewhere safe," says John Wick, trying to hustle you down the street.

"No," you protest, resisting. "We have to find John and Tex. They might need us."

You were skeptical about demons and the occult, God and the Devil and everything in between, at first. But after hanging out with Constantine, you'd seen a few things. Just enough that you had sense enough to be scared. You clutch the protection amulet around your neck that John had given you. You'd laughed at him at the time, but now you were glad to have it.

"They're both grown men, honey. I told Tex to leave you alone. This is what he gets."

Suddenly you're angry all over again. "Oh, you told him, huh?" You push John's chest--its like having a disagreement with a brick wall. "Do you have any fucking idea how much I've missed you? How it destroyed me to be thrown away like an old shirt you had no more use for?"

He is still as a mountain as he holds your wrists, preventing you from striking him, but not hurting you. Those dark eyes bore into you, through you. How does he not see you? "Y/n...I did what I thought was best for you."

"But you didn't fucking ask me! Or at least, you didn't listen! But you know what, it doesn't matter right now. John had to put some kind of a curse on Tex in self defense, because Tex is such an asshole, and now they're both in danger!"

"A what?"

You pause to think, and you're pretty sure you know where Constantine would go. There's an old church a few blocks over. Consecrated ground. It's where he's always told you to go if something came after you. It would be a good place to regroup.

"Come on," you say, pulling John in the opposite direction down the street.

For once, he actually listens, a shadow at your back ready to protect you, but he lets you lead the way.

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The old building looks like it should probably be condemned. It's definitely seen better days, and hasn't seen a congregation in at least a decade. However, the ground is still holy, untouchable for the Unclean, and when you burst through the doors after John has already shot down three demons, you are so relieved to see Constantine and Tex sitting in some of the old pews. They definitely look like they've been through a battle, disheveled and beat up. You wonder how much was demons, and how much they did to each other.

"Thank God!" You run to them, and Tex's expression rises and falls as you go to Constantine, pressing your mouth to his in what you know is a needy kiss, assuring yourself as much as him.

He smirks down at you, well aware of the death- stares he's receiving from both sides. It's possible he makes a show of grabbing your ass, just to rub it in to your two Ghosts.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah. You?"

You nod. Then Constantine rolls his eyes upward, over your head to John Wick. He is quietly forbidding in his black suit, standing watch by the door. "That your other Ghost?"

With a tired sigh you nod.

"Ghosts? The fuck is Harry Potter here talkin' about?"

The urge to punch Tex or kiss him is strong as ever.

"The two of you ghosted me, didn't you?"

"Baby girl, I missed you. That's why I came to get you." He shoots a telling glare over at John Wick, who only returns a disinterested look. Maybe the master assassin had been keeping tabs on you, but he hadn't shared everything with Tex, it seems.

Constantine looks between the two assassins, then you, with an infuriating smirk.

"What?" you demand, more than a little exasperated with everthing.

"Nothing. Just seems like you have a type, angel."

You can't even argue.

"Angel?" Tex snorts at your pet name. "Does he even know you?"

"Does he ever shut up?" asks Constantine, raising one dark eyebrow.

"No, never," you sigh.

There is a howl outside that lifts every hair on your body, an unearthly sound that makes your fingers grip in Constantine's suit jacket.

"What are we going to do?"

"Good question." Constantine tugs you over to a different pew, sitting down with his arm draped around your shoulders. His message is obvious, and it's new to you. Constantine rocks your world on the nightly, but he's never been possessive before. It really shouldn't, but it ignites a warmth in your chest that makes you feel ridiculously, stupidly, giddy inside.

"Seems like we're at an impasse, gentlemen."

Tex frowns. John seems less than impressed.

"Sorry, what's stopping us from killing you and taking her?"

You tense, watching the gun John holds loosely at his side. You know Wick can move like lightning, and your heart leaps into your throat. You are ready to fling yourself between them if you have to.

"John..."

"It's ok, sweetheart. He's not going to kill me."

"No offense, but I've heard that before from lots of people who are dead now."

Constantine snorts. "You can't kill me, because I've put a curse on your friend here, and you need me to lift it."

"So lift it."

"Can't. Got a friend who can though. You'll never see him without me."

You know Constantine must be talking about the famed and powerful bokor, Papa Midnite. A chill runs down your spine. You've met him precisely once. He was polite--and hot as fuck, if you're being honest--but you knew he was not to be trifled with.

"So let's go, then," says Tex, his patience lost about three dead demons ago.

"Hold up, Howdy Doody. We got to talk first."

"Bout?"

Constantine nods down at you. "Maybe I don't know all the details, but I've heard enough. And as much as I've enjoyed filling the hole you assholes left--I can't let you hurt her again. I'll let the demons feast on your souls first."

Almost on cue, that demonic howling sounds again outside, and a chorus of hellish hissing rises. It sounds like you are surrounded.

Tex leaps to his feet. "You smug little fucker--"

"Shut up, Tex." It's Wick who shushes his friend. "What do you propose?"

Finally, Constantine looks down at you. "It depends on what she wants."

Your mouth drops open at that. You have to decide that, now? As though he can read your thoughts, and sometimes you're convinced he can, Constantine pays you an infuriating smirk.

"I...don't want them dead. Or...devoured."

"That's a start, I guess. Do you ever want to be with them again?"

Your eyes go wide as saucers. The simple answer, of course, is yes. You love them. You miss them.

However, answers are never so simple, with your Boys involved. Like an idiot, you dare to look at them, taking in Tex's hang-dog puppy-eyed look, and John's quiet but intense yearning. Then, of course, there is the man beside you, who despite his aloofness and his prickly manner, has been nothing but good to you.

You've never said it out loud, but the truth is, you love him too.

"I don't know."

"Yeah. I figured." He smirks at you, inexplicably smug, and you kind of want to smack him too.

Which always leads to interesting things, with John Constantine, your stupid lady parts sing out. Jesus Christ on a cracker, what a fucking mess.

"You got a point, Gandalf?" demands Tex, paying a nervous look to one of the cracked stained glass windows. Ominous dark shapes are flying past outside. This is not good.

"I want you assholes to accept a Spell of Submission to her."

"The fuck does that mean?" demands Tex with a thunderous frown. John remains neutral as he listens.

"It means, if you ever try to make her do something she really doesn't want to do, again, she can say the magic words to fuck up your world. Pardner."

"No fuckin' way," Tex scoffs.

At the same time, John answers, "I'll do it."

Your eyes meet across the aisle of the church. That he would take such a leap of faith-- for you-- drops the floor out from under you.

Tex, of course, interrupts your moment of soul- searching eye contact with John.

"Wait, so we could be havin' an argument and she can drop me dead with the evil eye or somethin'?"

Constantine snorts. "It would probably serve you right, Hee Haw, but no. Cause you extreme pain? Yes. But it comes at a price. All magic does. I know she wouldn't use it lightly."

It would potentially even the playing field quite a bit between you three. The balance of power amongst you had never been fair.

"What's a matter, Tex? You don't trust me?"

"Only as far a I could throw you, darlin'." But his hawk-like look softens for you after a moment, and then surprisingly he grins. "Got me over a barrel now, don't you?"

You shift a little in your seat, so that you're flush against Constantine. The solid line of his lithe warmth beside you is anchoring. You glance up at him, finding he looks arrogantly amused-- and surprisingly, a little sad. If you didn't know him so well you would have missed it, like ripples in a pool.

You turn back to Tex, an uneasy excitement thrumming in your chest.

"If the curse fits?"

The cowboy sighs, frowning at the hellspawn waiting to rend his flesh and eat his soul outside. "Alright, fine. Guess you might as well take it all." He can't look at you while he says it, but you sense his surrender-- or at least, his resignation. It's not exactly a victory, but it's something, and it pulls at your heartstrings.

"Alright, wizard boy. Hoodoo me up."

Constantine snorts, leaping up from the bench. "First we've got to get out of here. You're going to want to cover your eyes." He starts muttering an encantation and walking in a circle, sprinkling a powder on the ground from his pocket. "When this goes off we'll have ten minutes. Either of you assholes have a car nearby?"

"Yeah."

"Great. Hope you like to drive fast."

His chanting gets louder, and you see he's produced a lighter. He never uses it for cigarettes anymore, but portable fire to a magician has its uses. You can tell he's reaching the crescendo of his spell, and you scrunch your eyes closed. Even through your eyelids you see the flash, and the boom of a magical fireball that should have burned you all to dust.

However, only the things outside incinerate, their agonized cries echoing through the cavernous stone building.

"Let's move."

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#wicked johnson fic #john wick x you #tex johnson x you #constantine x you #john wick #tex johnson #john constantine #constantine 2005 #keanu reeves

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peteyprecious616 · 3 years ago

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All on your own

Pairing: Eros(Starfox)/Eternal!Reader

Summary: The God of Love just hopped on your ship and he already has you wrapped around his finger. You think you’re in love, but maybe he just likes to use his powers on you.

Word Count: 931

A/N: I saw this movie twice. Stayed for Harry's scene twice. I love a man in armor and red tights.

Warnings: Maybe some romantic tension between them but not anything too intense

The warmth that spread across the room when the god walked into the ship overwhelmed you. Heat seeped through your veins, it almost made your skin glow. A subconscious movement made your lips almost curve into an ecstatic grin before him, but you caught it just in time.

A bold, confident strut carried him through the hallway of the Domo, a small creature standing in front of him, stating his credentials, his glorious victories throughout history. The god stands before a cautious Thena; Makkari and Druig confused and on edge. He states his name himself.

Eros; The God of love.

His smooth, soothed voice rumbled your chest, as he stated his business with you and your team. His palm faced up, a small yellow sphere glowed above it, you were curious. He stated that it would help you find your friends. And that he, himself, the god would help you on your journey.

An enamored haze washed over your body as you listened to his plan. He moved away from the hallway walking towards you, but you didn’t move when he tried to create a path. His armored shoulder brushed against your clothed arm. Your clouded mind almost didn’t register a small brush of fingers on your waist as you saw his body turn towards you. His lips moved without sound, but they were shaped like, “I'm sorry love.”

You realized he bumped into you while you drooled over his god-like presence.

His hand moved away from your waist, as he walked with Thena and the others. His friend rushed past you as well to help him explain how they could get your friends back. You should have listened to his speech. The worried ifs and buts that came from Thena, Druig, and Makkari. But a warmth froze over you as you heard his voice muffled in your ear.

Oh god, you were in so much trouble.

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Your courage was absolutely ravaged after that incident. His whole being, his attitude, his posture almost threw your body across the room.

The way his eyes glimmered like blazing stars, his sinuous auburn hair ignited that desirous need to be around him.

The time you deemed vital to help the Eternals find the others, was now only devoted to him.

It wasn’t really a choice. It was a demand.

And you were greedy.

He wouldn't do a very good job at controlling his power. He was a powerful god, that was eager, that wanted control, that much you saw when he worked with Thena.

You always felt that strong glow through your body whenever he got around you. His cape flew by you as he argued with Thena about how she was more powerful than him. It would touch your back by accident. His scent almost became potent whenever he was near you. It became addictive.

Both powerful god-like beings believed in leadership and authority. Passionate about what they wanted.

But all he wanted was you.

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A few weeks had passed after he first came aboard the Domo. Not that you paid attention to that small detail.

It was late. You obviously couldn't sleep for some reason. You saw a form, sat by the window of the ship. A mug pressed to his lips, legs were stretched out, crossed in front of him, looking out at the recent planet you passed. Another frozen feeling swept over you as you stood near Eros.

You knew it was him. He almost had an ethereal glow that edged around his distinct, but delicate features.

“You know the history books that are used on Earth are untrue.”

His face never faltered as he held his gaze towards the window. His legs were slowly pulled to his chest. He never said anything else.

He waited for you.

Your lips were numb, unable to answer his statement. Did he want you to?

A small stutter came from your lips as you said, “we didn’t write them. Humans are known for their mistakes.”

“You must have made them lie. Your beauty could never be mistaken.”

His polished look matched his effortless need to make you weak. You were defenseless to his influence. He loved to make you writhe in his company.

“Is that why you’re called the god of love? Because you know a few lousy flirty remarks.”

His body turned towards yours instantaneously. His gaze finds yours easily. His rich green eyes wrapped your body in a trance. His steps were casual but dominant as he made his way towards you. His arms crossed behind him as he stopped in front of your body. His face was too close to yours as you felt his breath almost hit your lips.

“I know how to recognize aphroditic-like beings, such as you, as easy as you surrender your attention to me.”

His pointer finger and thumb came to rest under your chin, as he pulled your face closer to his.

“Don’t act like I didn’t notice. Your mind was very easy to persuade.”

He gave you the answer you wanted. He could control his powers.

He just didn’t around you.

Your gaze became heavy as you brazenly questioned him.

“So you couldn’t even try to not use your stupid powers to persuade me. How pathetic.”

An arrogant chuckle fell from his lips. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger. He smirked as he declared,

“Oh no, love. No powers used at all. You fell in love with me all on your own.”

And he didn’t lie. You poked yourself with cupid’s arrow. He just handed you the bow.

#eros x reader #harry styles x reader #eternals x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles

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witch-hazels-musings · 3 years ago

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It’s 🍪!

You have this ‘My Sunshine’ (?) fic where the reader is an absolute ball of sunshine and I LOVE it! Could you do a part two with Zhongli, Childe and Albedo please?

Mwah!

My Sunshine

( what an incredible choice of characters! Thank you for adding to one of my favorite fics!! )

Warning -> SFW, Fluff

Character X GN Reader | Anthology

Includes: Albedo, Childe, Zhongli

Albedo

It was the way you greeted the world around you - with pleasant smiles, patient hands, caring and compassionate eyes. You saw the world for what it could be, the beauty of it and while Albedo searched for the answer in the universe, you already seemed to have found them

He noticed you on his wanderings through the city. His hands were already moving to draw your expressions in a hope to capture everything that he possibly could - how could he capture the intensity of the sun itself, of a flower basking in the afternoon glow, or a firefly so vibrant that it burned orange and beautiful

You were bouncing on your toes, smiling kindly at the people who walked by while you patiently waited for anyone to stop by. Not many people purchased flowers every single day, but you found it wasn’t hard to proposition people with your generous smile and pin-point compliments.

“My! I have never seen something so beautiful in all my life.” You began, bending to rest your hands on your knees while catching the attention of a small young girl who had been glancing at the array of flowers at your side. She looked at you confused, a bit nervous but didn’t back away.

Reaching for a small white flower, you trimmed the leaves and hummed a little tune before turning back to her. “A lovely flower like you must attract so much goodness. Even this daisy is impressed by your radiance!" She giggled and you continued, "Would you do me a favor?” You smiled at her, eyes showing only the purest of shine. The little girl nodded her head and you began again, “Could you carry this flower and help it grow? If it's you, I'm sure it'll turn just as beautiful?”

The little girl wrapped her small fingers around the stem, her smile and giggle so powerful that Albedo was sure you cast a magic spell because as he watched her gallop away back to her parents, the flowers near you began to glisten and the sketch on his page came to life.

He was unsure how to make a connection with you, so more often than not he would find himself purchasing flowers he didn’t really have the necessity for - but perhaps if he gathered enough up, he’d have a bouquet glorious enough to equal your soul

“Mr. Albedo, pleasure seeing you again.” You brushed off your apron and turned to him. Your eyes closing and head tilting, a standard greeting of yours. “I have some rather rare flowers in stock today if you’d like to take a look.”

“I am actually here to inquire if you had any Asters; the research institute has just run out.”

“Hmm, let me check for you.” You bowed slightly before disappearing behind the many stalls and carriers of your wares. He scanned the flowers as he waited for your return. Gloved fingers inspecting the petals of flowers and, in his wandering thoughts, he began to investigate which one reminded him the most of you. “Mr. Albedo, I am sorry, it seems we are fresh out.”

“I see …”

“Ah! However, I needed to gather several other plants today. If you come back tomorrow I will set them aside for you.” You waved at the other worker as if to inform them of your intentions and quickly reached for the basket near the stall.

“Actually, would it be too much of a bother if I were to travel with you?”

You paused, staring at him with eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. What was this feeling in his chest, it hurt. “I would never pass up an opportunity to share in your company! What a splendid day this is turning out to be.”

“Thank you, I will keep out of your way.”

“Not too much I hope. So, Mr. Albedo, are you ready?” You turned to head toward the front gate and he followed after you.

“Yes, and please, just Albedo is fine.”

“Alrighty then, Albedo.” Ah, yes, that’s why his heart hurt.

There you were, the wind wrapping around you as you stood in a field of flowers - the reflection of light difficult to pinpoint for as bright as the sun shined down onto the plane below, you were just as intense and, in fact, you may be the most luminous creature to ever exist -- how could he possibly reach something like you

Childe

His world had never been bright -- from the snowy landscape that threatened every day to freeze the warm hearts that beat on its surface, to the dark void that he fought through as an adolescent, to the harsh and demanding ladder he climbed in service to his cause -- he’d never known the light … his had been seized so long ago

So when he found a flicking candle, a small flame in his dark corridor, he walked to it - ran for it - and to see the glory reflected on the other side was something he fixated on until he could hold the candle safe in his arms

He clenched his jaw and sighed. These boring briefings were never something he cared to participate in. He was more for action rather than words, so instead of listening to the updates from the short, purple-haired harbinger, he instead gazed out the open window at the city below.

Liyue had shifted from a temporary destination into a permanent one as the tasks and duties continued to lengthen his stay. At least he didn’t mind the city, not like some of the other places he’d stay at. Just as he was about to drift back to the boring discussion, he heard a voice drift up to him. A lively, giddy voice that stole all of his attention and focus, but as soon as you entered into view his minimal interest piqued into desperation.

“Wait up! You can’t tell me that this isn’t a beautiful day, just take it all in!” You spread your arms wide and spun with so much energy that the inertia made you stumble, luckily you caught yourself before running into some poor passerby. Childe smiled and rested his chin on his palm as he looked down at the loveliness that was your everything.

You laughed, and the way your hands flew to your lips to cover the sound made him jealous of those fingers. You spoke, words falling off of your tongue like sugar and he grew antsy at the thought of not tasting it. You existed, and he needed a piece of it.

Waving to his subordinate, he spoke in a hushed whisper, and while the meeting continued to drone on, he made his first step at capturing a star.

The more information he gathered, the more interactions he had with you - the more he fell into your luster, the richer his feelings grew for you

His actions were that of a child just looking for a comforting glow in their endless darkness, hands cupped to keep it alive, breathing held for fear of accidentally blowing it out - stay, please stay

He called your name, the sound of his voice dissipating in the open space as he searched for any sign of you.

“Hey there!” You called out to him, and when he looked up toward your voice, he smiled. Your legs dangled off the tree limb, your hands wrapping around the bark as you balanced there.

“How is the view?” He asked, crossing his arms and staring at you from below. How did you get up there, he wondered.

“Beautiful, I can see so much from up here. It’s like a whole different perspective.” You breathed in deeply and lifted your arms to reach for the sky above you. “How about you join me?”

“I’m not sure I can, I don’t even know how you got up there.”

“Sheer will and determination!” Giggling, he thought maybe you were actually a mythical creature in the fairytales he used to read as a kid. There was no way you could live in this world and be so positive, it had to be you were something beyond this world. “I’ll come down to you.” Twisting, you wiggled onto your stomach before letting yourself drop onto the ground below. It was further than you thought and as soon as your feet hit the earth, your body became off balance and tumbled backward.

Childe easily caught you, his sturdy chest supporting you and arms extended so your hands could have something to grab onto.

“Ooh, that was exhilarating.” Tilting your head, you turned to look at him and for a moment he felt his lips scream for yours. He wanted to let you go, but how could you when you fit so perfectly in his arms. “Childe?”

“You’re something else.” This was dangerous, you were dangerous, and now that he knew what it was like to feel the brightness of the light, he would never let the dark creep back in.

He needed you - it was apparent - and he hoped one day you’d realize you needed him too. A light like yours truly needed to shine in the darkness of places, so choose his, please choose his

Zhongli

There is no one in this world that would understand luster better than he - no one who could see the shine inside a being as clearly as one with eyes who’ve witnessed the birth and eventual death of the universe. The great Morax, the ruthless Rex Lapis, the gentle and patient Zhongli are one and the same, and the visions they’ve witnessed cannot be forgotten

So, to see a person with purity so refined, that even the dullest observers could clearly recognize, he found it nearly impossible to look away

He heard tell of a new performer joining the Pearl, someone who had shown great elegance and glorious promise at wowing the crowds. As a man who fancied the arts of all kinds, he was intrigued by the rumors and whispers. So, when the schedule showed the name of this new performer, he made his way to the boat drifting on the sea.

His lips tasted the sweet flavor of tea but his eyes soaked in the delectable movements of your body. The graceful bow of your spin, the bending and twisting of your limbs as you moved just enough to tell your story on the swaying stage. He felt the history in your dance, the pride in your fluttering fan as you moved it across your face, the snap of truth as you forced it up toward the sky. He was transfixed, as he was sure all were.

When you finished, you began to greet the many interested patrons eager to hear the sound of your voice. There was no way he could have known how transfixing you would be when he heard it.

“What a stunning performance.” Zhongli mused, his head bowing, a mirror of your own gesture.

“That is great praise from someone such as yourself.” You smiled and he was reminded of glaze lilies.

“Pray tell, what was the inspiration for your dance?”

“Ah, an insightful question, not unexpected I must say.” You laughed and moved your hands to your chest, elegant fingers resting over your heart as you answered his question. “The light of a soul has so much insight, don’t you think? If the soul is radiant, the vessel's beauty is so easily seen, and if there is beauty shining so brightly that it can communicate out to those who look, it may shift just the tides of the future.” You laughed again, a bit more unreserved than the last, and somehow more telling to your honesty. “I’m sorry, I hope that answered your question.”

“Splendidly, and then some.” He found himself transfixed, captivated by a spirit shining before him.

Spending time with you was as refreshing as standing in a mountain stream, as filling as a warm meal, as bright as the basking stars that littered the sky above and reflected in your eyes even in darkness

“Zhongli, hello again.” He wandered into the garden, the gentle bubbling of the water as it fell along the rocks provided a lovely background to your visage. Carefully, you rested your fingers against the pages of your book as you looked up at him. The shadows of the shifting trees let highlights of the sun dance across your face and he couldn’t help but capture this image in his mind.

“Good afternoon, you seem to be enjoying the day.”

“As I always am. Nature has provided such elegant and lovely conditions that it would be a waste to not thank it, don’t you agree?”

“Wholeheartedly.” He smiled, his hands gripping tighter around each other as they rested against the small of his back. It was incredible how nervous you made him; for a man who was a powerful as the mountains that looked down over the city, you made him feel like a tiny pebble in the stream begging to be touched by you. “May I join you?”

“Absolutely, anything in this world can be improved by good company, and yours is always my favorite.”

“As yours is mine.” He sat on the stone bench next to you, his hands resting on his lap as he looked out across the scenery. You moved closer to him, your arms touching as you shared in the company of each other and, while his eyes drifted to your face, he watched how your smile and good nature made the flowers bloom.

You were a compliment to his life. A perfect addition to the drift of time and as he looked at the future that stretched before him, he found your red wrapping perfectly around his amber

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