#just wasting his time being alone and arrogant

[nanaccused]

@bubbled-clouds

Everyone else the entire movie: I want to be happy or comfortable, even if that’s selfish of me

Death: I need that cat fucking dead

[mrrharper]

Desperation In College

Mike needed to change his life. With his third year of college beginning, he felt like he was wasting his valuable time on Earth. No friends, no real hobbies, no plan for the future. He was passing classes and progressing through his degree thanks to inertia alone.

So it was no surprise that when he saw a bizarre ad online for a pair of "life changing" underwear, he bought it instantly. 24 hours later a package arrived and he eagerly opened it. Inside he saw a jockstrap with the words Under Armour clearly visible. For a moment he doubted what he read on the advertisement - it was only a pair of underwear, and a type he never bought or wore himself. But he shrugged these doubts off, saying to himself that it wouldn't hurt trying them on.

For the next two days he wore only the UA jockstrap. It took a moment getting used to being so exposed underneath his pants, but... it was fine after a while. As the second full day was coming to an end Mike noted that his life has not yet experienced a "dramatic, 180 degrees turn you need to experience". But it was still a decent pair of underwear.

It was dark outside and he contemplated going to bed, but realized he hadn't jerked off in a while, and thus had some pent up horny energy within him. He sat down on his bed and leaned against the wall. Then he started massaging his member through the jockstrap with his left hand and looking for his phone with his right. But before he did, he felt a weird sensation around his bulge. As his cock got harder, the material around it began moving and after just a few seconds it looked like Mike's jockstrap was rubbing itself against his dick, jacking him off. The waves of pleasure that hit Mike immediately after, completely overwhelming him.

The jockstrap sped up its movements and Mike closed his eyes, experiencing pure bliss. While his senses were on the verge of shutting down he did not see his whole body quickly inflating, bulk appearing everywhere. His arms and legs got thicker, his pecs turned into meaty pillows, his stomach muscles appeared underneath them, veins popped out on his shoulders and neck.

Mike's hand instinctively moved towards his bulge and he began helping his seemingly sentient jockstrap in massaging his cock, which throughout this transformation got at least 3 inches longer.

With this much stimulation it didn't take long before Mike experienced the most intense orgasm of his life, cum covering his dick, which was tightly enclosed by the jockstrap. He slowly stood up, his mind mostly blank. He went into the bathroom and the moment he saw himself in the mirror, a cocky grin appeared on his face and he began flexing his newly acquired muscles.

The thing was, for him they were not "newly acquired" because Mike no longer existed. In his place was MJ, vice president of the Alpha Psi Delta fraternity, known by everyone on campus. He was a star receiver on the football team who never showed up to class. Instead, he spent time banging as many chicks as he could in empty rooms. Then at night, he had his ass pounded by a few of his frat bros, of course after proudly saying the phrase "no homo", which was then followed by some aggressive anal sex. He was dumb as a pile of rocks, frequently violent, arrogant and crude, a cocky grin always on his face.

He was exactly the same as all of his bros, basically a copy of every other jock on campus. And he absolutely loved it.

[swallowtailcherry]

Know Your Place {Apollo x Goddess!Reader} Smut

Summary: You eventually get tired of Apollo being himself so you decides to put him in his place.

Warning/s: 18+, femdom at the end (that part is a bit shorter😭)

I originally wrote this using an oc, but I changed it to a reader insert 😂

You watched as Apollo, god of music, poetry and many other things relaxed in a hot spring with multiple women playing and giggling.

You had a neutral relationship with the god. You never really liked him because of how egotistical and arrogant he can be. But you couldn't hate him fully. Not to mention, he'd often bother you (hit on you, as others put it) constantly because of your ethereal beauty, which pisses you off sometimes.

"Ladies, ladies! One at a time." Apollo said, laughing when a bunch of nymphs surrounded him. You frowned when some started gushing over him. You were near the hot springs, surprised he didn't notice you yet.

You were told to get Apollo because Artemis wanted him for something. You originally wanted to approach him while he was alone, but seeing the nymphs, you thought it was better to do it while they were there.

"I guess those nymphs are useful for something...." You thought, hopping on the rim of the hot springs.

"Hello, Apollo." You greeted the god. Apollo opened one eye and smirked, turning to face you.

"What brings you here, sweetheart? You never come here." Apollo asked playfully. You rolled your eyes and folded your arms.

"Your sister requires your presence. She sounded pretty peeved, so I suggest you go to her as soon as possible." You answered. Apollo sighed, getting up from the waters of the hot spring.

"Alright.... Ladies, you can go now." Apollo spoke to the nymphs, who immediately left while squealing.

"I can never get used to them squealing like that." You said, hopping off and walking away. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Did you lie so you can be alone with me?~" Apollo purred in your ear, resting his hands on your shoulders. You scoffed and brushed his hands off.

"No, I didn't. Your sister really needs you." You replied, trying to stay away from him, but he followed you.

"Aw, come on, (N/n)! Just let me have this!" Apollo exclaimed dramatically, leaning against your back.

"Why me? You have a lot of women chasing after you!" You asked with irritation.

"Why not? You're ridiculously beautiful." Apollo wrapped his arms around your waist, rubbing your hips. He rest his head on your left shoulder.

"Your body.... It's so... Beautiful~" Apollo whispered, his hands moving up and down your waist.

"You know... I've never seen any woman with an amazing body like yours~" Apollo purred again, his hands groping your breasts. You slipped from his touch and gave him an pissed off look.

"You're such a bastard. One day, someone will take you down a notch." You said, walking away and leaving Apollo standing in place. The god smirked and walked away to cover up and meet his sister, who scolded him for not arriving sooner once he did.

You, on the other hand....

"Holy shit, that felt fucking amazing!" You thought, leaning against a wall and rubbing your fingers against your clothed core. The more you rubbed, the more you thought about Apollo. The more you thought about him fucking you.

You felt yourself self heat up so you moved your clothes to properly finger yourself. The moment your fingers entered your pussy, you let out some quiet moans. You started to go faster, throwing your head back as you felt your own fingers thrust in and out. You let out one loud moan when you felt your juices leak out. You pulled your fingers out, looking down at the mess you made.

"Fucking dammit...." You muttered under your breath, cleaning yourself up and standing up, fixing your clothes up. You also fixed your hair and made your way to your home.

_

Once again, you were alone with Apollo, but this time, you wasted no time in getting in the hot springs. You took off all your clothes and steps in, hoping for some peace and quiet. You just wanted to enjoy the waters.

"Oh? Unusual to see you naked, (N/n)." You jumped up in surprise, seeing Apollo right next to you with his usual smirk.

"I can't just jump in with my clothes on. I'll ruin them." You said, trying to avoid his wandering gaze.

"Fair point. But still, never saw you naked before, and I'm not complaining at all." Apollo leaned against you, brushing his hand against your thigh. You jolted up, moving away from the god.

"What the hell?!" You exclaimed, using you r arm to cover your breasts, which were large and voluptuous. Apollo saw that and moved closer, moving your arm down and saw your erect nipples. He moved his hand to your breast, massaging it and pinching your nipple. You let out a shocked gasp.

"Such soft breasts...." Apollo mumbled, positioning himself behind yoo and took both of your breasts in his hands. You hissed out, trying to move away from the god, but you felt too weak in his hold.

"Let's go somewhere else." Apollo whispered, standing up and picked you up, walking to a more secluded area and positioned you back against the wall. You didn't know where to put your hands, so you put them on his shoulders.

"Here, let me move your legs." Apollo said, lifting you by the thighs and pinned you against the wall. His erect cock throbbed against your leaking pussy, sending shivers down your spine. The god notices and pressed his fingers against your labia.

"We haven't even started and you're already soaking wet. What a whore~" Apollo cooed playfully, inserting two of his fingers inside your wet cunt. Your eyes widen at the feeling of his fingers inside your. Unlike your own fingers, His were more bigger and rougher, which gave you more pleasure.

"Ah- oh~" You moaned out, watching as his fingers went in and out. You felt yourself cum within a minute of him fingering you, coating his fingers with your juices. Apollo looked slightly surprised by how fast you came, but he smiles mischievously, bringing his fingers to his lips and licked them.

"You didn't last a minute with just my fingers. So desperate of you~" Apollo said seductively, licking up all your juices. He pressed his erect member on your wet pussy.

"I wonder.... How fast will you cum when I do this?" As he finished his question, he thrusted his cock inside you, letting out a shuddering moan at the tightness of your cunt.

"Fuck!.... You're so tight..." Apollo hissed out, moving his hips slowly, his length hitting your g-spot every time. You rolled your eyes back, letting out countless moans. You even let out some yelps when your g-spot was hit.

"So voluminous~" Apollo moaned out, speeding up.

"You're going so fast...!" You gasped out, your eyes fluttering when he pulled her closer, giving her a hard kiss. You moaned into the kiss, your mind slowly being filled with nothing but clouds and the intense pleasure the god was giving you at this moment.

Apollo moved his hips at inhuman speeds, his hands now holding her wrists up above your head. You knew you was getting close from how you were seemingly sucking his cock in.

"Shit! I'm getting close-" you hissed out, wrapping your legs around his waist, which brought his cock further inside you.

"I am, too...." Apollo huffed out, leaning forward and pressing his lips against your own. Feeling his cock twitch continuously against her fleshy walls, you felt the urge to cum.

"Milk my cock. I know you want to~" Apollo purred in your ear. You were too caught up in the pleasure you couldn't reply to anything he said. After Apollo rubbed your clit roughly, you released all over his cock. A few seconds later, Apollo's seed shot out inside you. Both of them panted heavily, looking into each other's eyes.

"Good girl." Apollo said, tracing his fingers across your lips.

"I'll... I'll... I'll..." You slurred out.

"You'll what? Please, finish that." Apollo teased with a smirk.

"I'll get back at you..." You finished. A chuckle rumbled in Apollo's chest and he leaned in, giving your a soft kiss.

"I'd like to see you try~"

_

"Mmmph!~"

You grinned as more moans came out of Apollo's lips, only muffled by a white cloth you used to tie around his head.

"Let's get you nice and ready~" you said, kneeling down right in front of his throbbing cock. You put your hands on his thighs, poking your tongue out and gave it some long licks. The woman felt his body twitch from the licks. You stopped, making the twitching god look at you.

You pressed your lips against the tip, feeling some pre cum leak out.

"You're really that close? We haven't even gone to the best part~" you laughed. The woman opens your mouth and puts his cock inside, slowly moving your head up and down. Apollo wanted to push your head further, but couldn't due to the cloth tied around his wrists. You increased the speed, gripping Apollo's thighs. Just as he thrusted his hips up, his seed shot out into your mouth. You moved your head up, your mouth hanging open as his seed leaked out from the corners of your lips.

"Suppose I can't blame you. You've came about four times now~" You purred, tracing your finger around his tip. Apollo's gold eyes were half shut and his chest was rising up and down slowly. You noticed how there was some tears in his eyes. You got up from between his legs and crawled beside him, smiling as his eyes moved to meet yours. As soon as you took off the cloth tied around his mouth, he took a deep breath.

"Fuck..." Apollo gasped out, poking his tongue out. You wiped your lips and leaned forward, giving him a kiss that lasted for a full minute.

"You seem to be enjoying this~" You said, rubbing your fingers against his chest. Apollo slowly nodded his head, the tears slowly sliding down the sides of his face. You got on top of him, adjusting yourself right above his cock. You only stopped when you felt the tip brush against your wet clit. A quiet whimper escaped Apollo's lips.

".... Yourself on me...." Apollo mumbled.

"What's that? Speak a bit louder~" You said.

"Lower yourself on me!" Apollo hissed out in frustration, trying to thrust his hips up. Your moved your hips up, giving him a teasing smirk.

"Uh uh uh. You must ask nicely~" You said, waving your finger. Apollo huffed and took a deep breath.

"Please ride me...." He mumbled, looking away. Satisfied with his words, you lowered yourself on his cock, feeling it enter your pussy. You slowly breathed in and out, bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Yes.... Just like that...." Apollo gasped out, wiggling his wrists, struggling to break free. You leaned forward, using your hands to support yourself on Apollo's chest.

"I missed your cock inside me..." You gasped out, laying on top of Apollo and leaving kisses on his bare chest. Apollo moved his head up, some deep moans escaping his lips.

"Your pussy... Feels so good~" Apollo slurred out, hissing through his clenched teeth as he feels your walls suck his cock in. He let out a loud moan when your walls clenched around his cock harder than before, your juices leaking out and coating his cock. You continued to bounce on his cock, letting out a gasp when you feel his member twitch inside and his hot seed painted your walls, filling you up. You breathed slowly, collapsing on top of the god with a tired but satisfied look on your face.

"Told you I'd get back at you~"

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° on all my wasted time

( shidou ryusei x gn! reader )

♡ a/n — for my new series :) masterlist coming soon

♡ content — shidou ryusei x gn! reader, gn! reader, established relationship ( 1 year ), shidou is very self-absorbed, lowkey toxic shidou?, cursing, lmk if i missed anything!

♡ synopsis — You wanted to be his in the private moments, the ones that didn’t need an audience. But Shidou Ryusei wasn’t built for quiet love.

You had always believed in perfect endings. The kind that started with the first real spark, the kind that made you feel like the universe had bent all its rules to bring two people together.

For a while, you thought that Shidou Ryusei was yours.

He was everything you never knew you wanted: chaotic, magnetic, unpredictable. Being with him made you feel alive in a way you hadn’t before, like you were standing on the edge of something bigger than yourself.

It felt intoxicating—until it didn’t.

It started small, a few cracks appearing, only visible if you looked just a little too hard.

Shidou lived for the spotlight, and you didn’t mind at first. You’d even loved watching him chase after it with reckless abandon. But over time, you began to notice how the light always seemed to center on him and him alone.

Your relationship revolved around his games, his goals, his relentless pursuit of glory. You didn’t want much—just the quiet moments, the little things that made relationships feel real. But Shidou wasn’t someone who cared about the little things.

When you’d asked him not to share your photos at a press conference, he had shrugged it off with that crooked grin of his, the one that made your heart twist in spite of yourself.

“Babe, you’re overthinking,” he’d said, laughing. “You look cute in that one. Let the world know you’re mine.”

What he didn’t understand was that you didn’t want to be “his” in the public eye. You wanted to be his in the private moments, the ones that didn’t need an audience.

But Shidou wasn’t built for quiet love.

The breaking point came on your anniversary. You’d planned everything—a quiet dinner at home, a chance to steal him away from the noise of his world, just for one night.

You'd made sure Shidou was free, this week was his teams bye-week, everythig was perfect.

But Shidou had called hours before, his voice casual and unapologetic.

“Can’t make it,” he said. “Got invited to watch a game tonight.”

You had tried to keep your voice steady. “Shidou, it’s our anniversary.”

“Come on, it’s just a date,” he replied, laughing lightly. “I’ll make it up to you. You know you’re still my number one.”

And that was when it hit you. You weren’t his number one—you were barely even a number in his life. Shidou loved himself more than he could ever love you, and that wasn’t going to change.

You waited until after his next game to confront him. He came home late, his hair messy and ruffled from being underneath a baseball cap, his shit-eating grin shining bright into your home. He looked invincible, like he always did, but for once, you didn’t feel the pull of him.

Instead, you felt tired.

“You’re back,” you said, your voice flat.

He grinned, tossing his jersey onto the couch. “Yeah, and it was a crazy game! That Isagi guy I told you about scored twice. Did you watch?”

“No,” you said.

Shidou blinked, caught off guard. “No? What’s up with you?”

You stood up, crossing your arms as you faced him. “This isn’t working, Shidou. It hasn’t been for a long time.”

“What are you talking about?” His grin faltered, but the arrogance in his tone didn’t. “You’re just mad about the anniversary thing. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You shook your head, the weight of everything finally settling in your chest. “You don’t get it, do you? You’ve never gotten it. This isn’t about one night—it’s about every night. It’s about how everything in this relationship revolves around you.”

“Babe, that’s just how it is,” he said, his voice defensive now. “I’m busy, but you know I care about you.”

“No, you care about yourself,” you said, your voice sharper than it had ever been. “You love the idea of having someone waiting for you, someone who makes you look good. But you don’t love me—not really.”

For the first time, Shidou didn’t have anything to say. He stood there, his confidence shaken, but he didn’t try to stop you as you grabbed your bag and walked to the door.

“Wait,” he said finally, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. “You’re really leaving?”

You turned back to him one last time. “You love yourself more than you could love me, Shidou. And I deserve better than that.”

The door clicked shut behind you, and for the first time in a long time, you felt free.

It hurt, of course it hurt—but it also felt like the start of something new. Shidou could keep his spotlight, his chaos, his world that only ever seemed to have room for him.

You were done trying to fit into it.

toxic! shidou you are good once in a blue moon

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[woozinhos]

okaaay, so I've been obsessed with yunho and san for a while now, and I've had this idea where reader is dating hj but is secretly obsessing over san and yunho so hj has this little plan where he makes sure yh and san hear them have sex, and catches them peaking so he let's them join in and fuck his gf 🫣

I love this anon I did this as a part 1 so if you guys want part 2 let me know :D

You had been dating Hongjoong for a while, but there was always something that felt off. You couldn't put your finger on it, but you found yourself constantly thinking about two of his bandmates, Yunho and San.

Hongjoong had noticed the way you looked at them, and he wasn't happy about it. He was determined to keep you to himself, to make sure you stayed loyal to him.

One night, after a particularly intense lovemaking session, Hongjoong decided to take matters into his own hands. He wanted to prove to you that he was the only one who could satisfy you, and he wanted to show you the consequences of disloyalty.

As you both lay in bed, catching your breath, Hongjoong leaned in close to your ear.

"I know about your little obsession with Yunho and San," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.

You froze, your eyes widening in shock. You hadn't thought anyone knew about your secret fantasies, let alone Hongjoong.

He smirked at your reaction, clearly pleased that he had caught you off guard.

"Don't look so surprised," he said, his hand trailing down your body. "I've seen the way you look at them. The way your eyes linger a little too long, the way your breath hitches when they're around."

Hongjoong wasted no time in flipping you over, maneuvering you onto your hands and knees. He knelt behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he positioned himself between your legs.

"You're going to show them who you belong to," he growled, his voice rough with possessiveness.

Hongjoong pushed into you with a forceful thrust, filling you up completely. He leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back as he began to move.

"I want them to hear you," he grunted, his breath hot against your ear. "I want them to hear how good I make you feel, how you scream my name."

Hongjoong's pace was relentless, his hips slamming against yours with a possessive urgency. He wanted to claim you, to make sure there was no doubt in your mind who you belonged to.

And as he pounded into you from behind, you couldn't help but let out a series of moans and whimpers, your body responding to his every touch.

As your moans grew louder, you heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom door. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes widening in panic as you realized that Yunho and San were about to walk in on you.

Hongjoong didn't slow down, if anything he sped up his pace, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he pulled you back against him.

"Let them see," he growled in your ear. "Let them see how good I'm making you feel."

The bedroom door creaked open, and you heard Yunho and San's footsteps stop just inside the room. They were both frozen in shock, their eyes fixed on the sight of you being taken by Hongjoong from behind.

Hongjoong didn't seem bothered by their presence, if anything he seemed to relish in it. He let out a low groan, his hips snapping against yours as he continued to pound into you.

"That's it, baby," he grunted, his voice loud enough for Yunho and San to hear. "Let them hear how wet you are for me."

You could feel their eyes on you, their gazes burning into your skin as they watched Hongjoong claim you. You couldn't help but feel a mix of shame and arousal, knowing that they were witnessing your most intimate moments.

Hongjoong seemed to sense your embarrassment, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear again.

"Don't be shy," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "They're here to watch, to see what a good girl you are for me."

Yunho and San stood there, their expressions a mix of shock and desire. They couldn't tear their eyes away from the scene in front of them, their bodies responding to the sounds and sights of you and Hongjoong together.

Hongjoong continued to pound into you, his thrusts growing more and more intense. He reached around to rub your clit, his fingers moving in tight circles as he sought to push you over the edge.

"Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Come for me while they watch."

You couldn't help but obey, your moans growing louder and more desperate as Hongjoong's touch pushed you closer to the edge. The knowledge that Yunho and San were watching you only added to your arousal, making your body burn with desire.

You could hear their breaths quicken, their eyes fixed on the way Hongjoong's body moved against yours. They were clearly affected by the sight of you being dominated by their bandmate.

Hongjoong leaned back, pulling you up against his chest as he continued to thrust into you. His arms wrapped around your body, holding you tight against him as he whispered filthy things in your ear.

"Look at them," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Look at the way they're watching you. They can't take their eyes off you, can't resist the way you look when you're being taken like this."

You forced yourself to meet their gazes, your eyes locking with Yunho's and then San's. They were both visibly aroused, their eyes dark with desire as they watched you writhe and moan in Hongjoong's arms.

Yunho's hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles white with tension. San's breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you being claimed by his bandmate.

As you looked at them, you could see the conflict in their eyes. They wanted to look away, to give you and Hongjoong some semblance of privacy, but they were too entranced by the scene in front of them.

Hongjoong smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on both you and his bandmates. He nipped at your earlobe, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke.

"They want you," he whispered, his voice laced with arrogance. "They're both so hard just from watching you."

As if on cue, a needy whimper escaped your lips. The knowledge that Yunho and San were so turned on by the sight of you, by the way you were being taken by Hongjoong, only made your arousal stronger.

Hongjoong chuckled in your ear, his chest vibrating against your back. "That's it, baby," he said, his voice low and encouraging. "Let them hear how desperate you are for me."

Your whimpers grew louder, punctuated by moans and gasps as Hongjoong continued to pound into you. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of your skin as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.

Yunho and San shifted uncomfortably, their hands clenching and unclenching at their sides as they struggled to control themselves. They wanted to touch you, to feel your skin beneath their hands, but they knew they weren't allowed.

"Please," you whimpered, your voice trembling with need. "Please, I need more."

Hongjoong's eyes flashed with satisfaction at your words. He loved hearing you beg, loved knowing that he was the one who had reduced you to a needy, desperate mess.

He leaned in to nibble at your earlobe again, his breath hot against your skin. "More what, baby?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me what you need."

"Your fingers," you gasped, your body arching against his. "I need your fingers on my clit."

Hongjoong chuckled, his lips curving into a smirk. "Such a needy little thing," he teased, his hand moving down to circle your clit again.

He began to rub you in earnest, his fingers moving in quick, tight circles as he continued to pound into you from behind.

You cried out as he touched you, the combined stimulation of his cock and his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your body was trembling, your muscles clenching and unclenching as you struggled to hold on.

Yunho and San watched with hungry eyes, their own bodies tense with arousal. They were clearly struggling to control themselves, their hands balled into fists as they watched Hongjoong bring you closer and closer to orgasm.

"Are you close, baby?" Hongjoong growled in your ear, his fingers moving even faster against your clit. "Are you going to come for me, in front of them?"

You could only nod, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure built inside you. You were so close, so desperately close, and you knew that it wouldn't take much more to push you over the edge.

Hongjoong could sense your approaching climax, and he increased the pace of his thrusts, his hips snapping against yours with renewed vigor. His fingers never stopped moving against your clit, rubbing and circling in a way that had you seeing stars.

"Come on, baby," he urged, his voice rough with need. "Let go. Let me see you come undone."

You couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry, you tipped over the edge, your body convulsing as you came hard around Hongjoong's cock.

Your walls clenched and fluttered around him, the sensation causing him to let out a low groan of pleasure. He continued to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm as he chased his own release.

Yunho and San watched with wide eyes, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they watched you come undone in Hongjoong's arms.

As your orgasm subsided, you slumped against Hongjoong, your body limp and spent. He held you close, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he continued to move inside you.

"Good girl," he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. "You did so well, baby."

He was close now, his hips stuttering as he neared his own release. His breathing was ragged, his grip on you almost painful as he sought to find his own release.

With a final, deep thrust, Hongjoong came inside you, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into you. He let out a low groan, his face buried in your neck as he rode out his orgasm.

Yunho and San watched in awe, their eyes fixed on the way Hongjoong's body tensed and trembled as he came. They were both clearly aroused, their bodies tense with need as they watched the scene unfold before them.

As Hongjoong came down from his high, he slowly pulled out of you, a satisfied smirk on his face. He looked over at Yunho and San, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Enjoy the show, boys?" he asked, his voice low and smug.

Yunho and San could only nod, their eyes still fixed on you as you lay sprawled on the bed, panting and flushed from your orgasm. They looked like they were barely holding themselves together, their bodies tense with desire.

"Now, it's your turn," Hongjoong said, turning his gaze back to you. "Which one of them do you want first, baby?"

[the-s1lly-corner]

SCRAMBLES IN-

Ive had Cotl Bishop relapse and stumbled across your one bed trope with them-

What if lamb catches on that something more might be brewing and lowkey ships it, so they just upgrade the already existing hut instead of building a new one.

And just a few headcanons as to how reader and bishops grow closer/realisation that their cult leader ships it?

(I think it would be funny if at dinner one time lamb just asks 'so when are you gonna ask them out?' and that sentence alone almost kills the bishops again /joke)

P.s would reader be allowed to be a cuddle bug?

P.s.s sorry if this a lot, feel free to pick and choose what parts of the idea you want to include or not. If you want to cut down on the amount of characters Shamura and Leshy would be preffered. ^^

Lambert playing matchmaker w/ you and the bishops

rubs my little hands- you guys ever make all your other followers to go sleep on holy day rituals but leave just 2 followers (that you ship together) alone so they can actually befriend each other and/or fall in love or is that just me notes: reader is gn, playing off of the one bed trope post , post game but not post final quest, short time jump so its at least within a few weeks of the respective bishop joining the cult, written on mobile cws: implied freaky stuff but like "lambert jokes about sending them and you to the mating tent to try to bring you two closer"

Leshy

He hardly needs the Lambe help to make his move on you, hes still got that god like arrogance... he sometimes pops out of the ground just to bug you while you're working... may attempt to drag you off to do something else

...it does sometimes take him a while to recognize the feelings as romantic, before he just loved how attentive you were to him.. it reminded him of how his followers used to fawn over him in godhood

Probably has the balls to scurry into your bed and ask to huddle up with you- it's too cold in this shelter, hes a bug! Hes cold blooded! Warm him up!! ..his moss.. leaves.. things... dont feel too bad.. and if it's too hot? The moss is cool to the touch! It's a win no matter the condition!

If he could glare at the lamb he would, the question of when hes going to ask you out doesnt make him falter... grumbles under his breath about the lamb being annoying and to go away... he cant see the smirk they're giving him

Finds himself working in the same areas as you- if you're chopping wood hes chopping wood.. and so on... not that hes actually going to do work, hes going to attempt to drag you off somewhere

Heket

Shes like her younger brother, shes confident enough to eventually make a move when she feels its right... she won't turn you down for a cuddle session even if shes not entirely a cuddler...

The lamb catches her beelining for wherever you're working to make sure you're not overworking yourself- and how she sometimes forcefully drags you to get some water or to take a break

She actually can glare, and the look she gives the lamb is enough to kill but they remain unphased and ask if she wants them to assign her to the same jobs as you

Super straight forward when she does ask you out, torn vocal cords make it hard to dance around topics- it may almost come off as a threat but that's just because of the growl and strain, her body language tells you shes trying to be tender

Kallamar

If he didnt feel humiliated from getting his ass beat twice by the lamb he would waste no time in trying to romance you- if he had met you later after hes been in the cult for longer, then itd be a different case...

Hes more subtle, testing the waters to see if you're receptive slowly getting bolder with time until hes basically flirting with you

Damn near inks himself when the lamb asks him when he plans on asking you out... would he like it if they sent the two of you to the mating tent to spend some time together? They say it jokingly but he nearly jumps on the offer... though he'd much rather the idea come from you

Subtly brags about his past accomplishments to try to win you over, regardless of if you know he was a bishop or not

Shamura

Slow slow burn, theyve never rushed into relationships so why start now? They want to know all there is to know about you before committing to you.... this leads to a lot of late night talks in your shared hut

Waits until you're both done with your work for the day before coming to you

To outsiders there doesnt seem to be any feelings on their end- but to their siblings and the lamb.. they can tell.. it also helps when at least one of those people can read minds

They don't give much of a reason to the lamb asking when they're going to ask you out- actually they answer honestly if theyve already decided when

Bonus they chirp/purr at you. Literally the only hint to you that they might have some attraction to you prior to asking you out- excluding them outright saying they think you're beautiful or a good companion to have or the longing gazes or how they guide your hands for a task or-

[whalesforhands]

god! gojo

warnings: minors pls dni, smut in some parts, fem! reader, inspired by the anime ‘Is it wrong to pick up girls in a dungeon?’

thank you for 1k! and here is the option that won the poll, i hope you all enjoy.

In a world where gods live among humans, they form guilds (Familias) and are able to grant ‘followers’ blessings (Falna), enabling them to gain powers beyond the average human’s capability. Each Familia is always led by a god who commands, helps their members grow stronger to build up their guilds.

With that said, being part of the Gojo Familia is extremely tough. Tough in the sense that… Nobody else wants to be part of the Familia known to have such an annoying God.

Gojo Satoru, a god born in the new age; he who precedes over Infinity, the one with the Six Eyes, the revered one throughout the Heavens and the Earth; The Honoured One. His power is absolute, his orders undisputed; yet, when he descended to the human world to live among these beings that he was meant to love—

He found it hard to do that. A little too hard… Especially for a god known to excel at anything he tried his hand at.

His riches from the heavens don’t translate to anything down here, his power restricted to only his innate abilities. Nobody wanted to revere a haughty god with no love for his subordinates despite the power that be boasted, a god that was too arrogant to accept any of his ‘beloved’ humans into his yet-to-be-set up Familia.

Even the fanatics that revered him were looked down on in disgust, the god turning his back on them and shunning what he deemed ‘repulsive, manic love’.

So he’s left without a penny to his name, shunned by the people and only the clothes on his back and his unfaltering will. He lived out his days lazing about the home of a minor deity named Masamichi Yaga, playing around within the trading Familia that specialized in the export of toys.

“Satoru.” Yaga is usually quite lenient with the younger god, usually allowed the deity to frolick around his cottage and mess with the multitude of unfinished stuffed toys within the home.

But even he knows that he was merely wasting his time here.

“You’re wasting your time here.” A click of his tongue as he gently pats down the ears of the fluffy plushie. “Find a purpose.”

“Tch! Yaga, y’er so stingy…!”

A glare from behind those telltale darkened shades shuts him up.

Yet, Gojo Satoru found no purpose. No meaning, no depth to these lowly humans. He considered them below him, considered them a nuisance. He only came down for one reason, he refuses to return until he’s learned exactly what was likable about those damned humans.

Until… He found you.

Fatally wounded and barely even able to maintain your consciousness, your breaths were unsteady and shallow, a slight breeze probably capable of killing you right then and there as you laid uselessly against the dingy brick wall.

Maybe it’s just a representation of how you’ve lived even until now.

“I guess—“ You smile, despite it all, clutching the bleeding wound in one hand and sighing. Your expression is soft, sad. A meaning to it that he never would’ve thought humans could possess even if he tried to imagine it. “I messed up… Haha…”

It’s pitiful to look down at.

“That’s it? Ya ain’t even gonna try to fight it?” He crouches down, legs bent and a hand on his cheek when he stares at you head on.

It hits a nerve, if you’re being honest. You’re trying to say your last words to probably the last being you’ll probably see in this lifetime.

“Would there be—“ A grunt of pain as your eyes squeeze shut, your sweat starting to sting against the open wound as you take a breath in. “A meaning to that?”

Huh? What? That’s not the answer he expected.

“Ya don’t value your own life, human?”

Don’t you? You’ve tried all this while. You’ve tried, you really did. Maybe it could be enough now.

“I-I think it’s enough that,” You think your vision is starting to blur as you try to smile. “That… I won’t die alone.” For a god who was known to lack love; he was certainly the kindest you have met, to be able to have the honour to know.

“Thank you.”

You heard that he was terrifying, that he would glare down at lesser beings with scorn and nauseating ego— And yet, here he was.

Looking you right in the eye in your final moments as he scrunches his nose, simply just watching as you try to fight the fading consciousness enough to hear the last bits of this life.

You can see him ponder, something unreadable flashing through those gleaming blue that practically glittered with the universe’s stars that begged you to count every single last one of them as you finally decide to give yourself peace, to let yourself—

“Tell you what,” A sparkle of blue and a flutter of icy white as the wind starts to pick up, a breeze so nostalgic that it makes your heart clamor and your hands tighten. It felt like a caress of summer against your cold face, an off feeling of wanting to look at the blue sky once more despite your wish to disappear.

“I’ll give ya a once in a lifetime chance.” The wind felt like it was chasing after you, stroking your cheek with the softness akin to dried-out clouds and sunlight that kissed you so softly.

Maybe you didn’t truly want to go.

“Join my Familia.”

——

“Satoru-sama, please wake up.” You’re trying to shake him awake, trapped in his embrace as he snores into your chest, his toned arm wrapped tightly around your midsection as you only hear a whine in return.

“Noooo…! You can’t go to the dungeons…” A spot of drool lolls onto your skin, his words muffled from pressing his face against your upper body, where he had ridden the fabric up to ensure that he had direct access to the softness of your body.

“S’ dangerous…”

You sigh.

“But Satoru-sama,” You start stroking his hair as you hear another whine, taking it as an opportunity to poke at one of his cheeks. “If we don’t go, we can’t pay rent here.”

Silence, followed by the feel of his fingers sneaking up your sides to grope at you. For someone who was meant to be a revered god, he certainly acts like a spoiled child in the mornings.

“Hmph… Make someone else go so you can stay here with me…”

“There are no other members in your Familia, Satoru-sama.”

Two months. That’s how long you’ve been bound to your Gojo Satoru, the glyph on your back evidence of his mark as you smile down at the half-awake deity.

Well, it’s not like you mind.

“Only ten minutes more, okay?”

Gojo Satoru was a selfish god. He indulged in whatever he felt like, acted upon every whim he had and never hesitated to say what was on his mind.

Yet, he was benevolent. Only to you, that is.

“Huh? Don’t ya want a reward for all the work you’ve done?” A raised brow as he stuffs another spoonful of stew into your mouth,

“I don’t think,” You chew, swallowing the creamy soup down before speaking once more, your hand reaching up in attempt to wipe at the remnant of liquid at the corner of your lip. “I have anything I particularly want, Satoru-sama.”

“Ahhh- You humans are so picky.” He’s back to poking at your stuffed cheek, making it a point to prod at your skin and trying to get a rise out of you as you succumb to his whims.

“Satoru-sama, being with you is enough payment for me.”

“Haaah… Can’t even decide anything for yourself can ya—“

He stops all of a sudden, your words striking a chord within him as he suddenly perks up, his chair screeching back from his sudden movement.

“Hoho. I think I got something you’d like.”

It started small. Hugs goodbye whenever you had to go pick up more ingredients for dinner, contrived pecks to your hand whenever you reached out towards him— Until physical contact became the norm in the humble little Familia that you both created.

You feel lucky that he indulges you so much.

“Say,” His cheek rests upon your head as he takes another inhale of your scent, his nose brushing against the sensitive nape of your neck from behind as you attempt to make dinner. “You love me, don’t you?”

“Of course, Satoru-sama.” A pat to the arm wrapped tight around your waist as the potato peeler sits still on the countertop. “I love you.”

It’s not just for show. Of course you love him. More than you could ever love anything else. Your god, your saviour, the only person who believed in you when you had given up on yourself.

You’d never pick anyone, anything over him. Even if he was stubborn, haughty, egotistic, provocative and possibly even exasperating at times; he was kind. He cared, he loved, he worried, he was simply him.

Your beloved Satoru. God or not, there was no other being like him.

There’s silence, the sound of his heart beat against your ear from his sheer height and tight hold. You feel his hand slowly trail over the skin of your midriff, making its way downwards to fiddle with the hem of the largely oversized tunic of clothing you donned as his eyes close.

“Would you be willing to do anything I say?”

You should hesitate when it comes to these types of questions. Should prepare to think it over if it were anybody but the one who granted you more than a Falna. He granted you a home, a place where you belonged.

He gave you peace. So there wasn’t any reason for you to deny him.

“Anything for you, Satoru-sama.”

Yet, even when he was inbetween your thighs, your legs carelessly thrown over his shoulders as your hands so thoughtlessly gripping at the bedsheets in fear of doing harm to your God— You could feel that he just wasn’t there with you.

“Saa— Sator-ru-sama… Hah…” Your trembling thighs squeeze harder around his head, hands practically losing their colour from how hard you had to grip on just to gain back enough to even speak.

“Shh…” He’s finally pulled his insistent tongue off of your clit, licking his lips of the essence dripping from his mouth as he smirks up at you, before he let his tongue lick up the length of your thigh.

“Ya feel good, don’t you? Just sit pretty and let me eat your sweet cunt out.”

And when you both were so intimately connected, his fingers so lovingly entwined with your own, your lips sharing; indulging in the taste of each other, experiencing the same blinding pleasure as he allows your head to tilt back, his chuckle and a kiss to your cheek as your eyes are blanked out—

He just seemed so far away.

Don’t get yourself wrong, don’t let yourself be tricked. There was adoration in his every caress, every brush of his lips against your skin and every tender, sweetened coo that slipped out of his mouth and into your ears.

“See? Told ya you can give me one more.”

“Hmm? Can’t hear you at all, honey~ Don’t babble your words.”

“My adorable little follower…” He pauses to press another chaste, sweaty kiss to your lips as your ankles press against his lower back, your arms wrapped tight around his neck as your eyes seep more tears from this overwhelming pleasure.

It felt hot, scalding even— Was celestial being semen meant to feel like this inside of you?

“Sa-Sator-Satoru…!”

“Oho— Hngh…” You can feel his cock spasm inside of you, twitching against that little, specific spot as your vision practically dot with searing white. “Forgetting— Your honourifics, huh?”

“But don’t— Hah— worry,” His playful fingers pinch at your nipples, head leaning down to kiss at the bitten, marred skin once more before those beautiful blue eyes peek up at you. “I’ll forgive my cute little devotee for anything…”

You think you’ve finally regained conscious when you awaken on top of a sturdy chest, your god’s hand tenderly stroking the back of your head, both of your legs tangled together as the sheets of your shared bed swirl with the fragrance of freshly aired out, perfectly dried and washed sheets.

You could ask how he managed to change them, how he managed to wash the both of you of sweat, how he managed to make the pot boil with the savoury scent of stew at the fireplace—

Yet, the first question that pervades you was none of that.

“Satoru-sama.” You can feel the way your naked chest was pressed against his, those blue eyes closed, hidden behind white-lashed eyelids as he continued to pet your head as one arm was settled behind him to act as a pillow.

“What were you thinking about?”

You know he knows exactly what you’re speaking of.

“Nothing much, sweetheart.” A playful pinch of your cheek as you feel the beginnings of a pout start to show on your face. “But starting to get curious about me, huh?”

“I— Wish to know, Satoru-sama.” You watch as one iridescent iris peeks out slightly from behind a closed eye, that mischievous smirk on his pretty face so infuriatingly cute.

“Do you now?”

“Please don’t tease me too much, Satoru-sama…”

A loud laugh that allowed your hands to feel how his chest vibrated beneath you, let your eyes watch how his face curved into that rich smile and gorgeous carelessness that you wanted to admire for hours on end.

Yet, you can’t help but sense the bitter, sour sweetness in his voice.

“A long time ago,” He pauses to brush a strand of hair out of your eyes as his own eyelids start to blink open. “I had a best friend.”

You hear him take in a breath, eyes shifting up towards the ceiling before they flickered back down to your curious gaze. “He was my one and only.”

You stay silent at that revelation.

“He loved you humans, you know?” You’re shifting your naked self up, adjusting the blanket that covered the both of you as his hand pulls your head forwards so that it was resting upon his chest. “It was weird to hear him talk about you all so much.”

You can see how lovingly your Satoru-sama spoke of him, how his tone dropped to such an earnest, yearning want. It felt like flowers that were fluttering in the summer wind, scattered and quiet; but so gentle and frail.

It makes you afraid of what you were about to ask.

“What happened to the both of you, Satoru-sama?”

It’s tense. Your body, pressed so vulnerably against his with your head against his chest… Could pick up on the way his heart rate picking up.

“I killed him with my own two hands.”

masterlist

[chochuuya]

bar man.

characters that i think suit are: takeomi akashi, ran haitani, kanji mochizuki, yasuhiro muto, south terano, shion madarame, baji keisuke & hanma shuji or.. your choice!

disclaimer/note: fem!reader, might be ooc, aged up.. i'm taking about he is single and ready to mingle, he is possessive and bold, usage of pet names, mentions of alcohol & smoking, overall fluff (◡ ‿ ◡ .)

wc: 1.6k [1613]

he is a friend that you recently met in a bar down the streets of tokyo. a pleasant man to be with, honestly.

for some reason, he is not present in his usual timing.

a random guy sitting beside you noticed that you’re alone and started up a conversation, your attention completely on him that you didn’t even notice him walking in, smoking a cigar.

irritated and impatient, he grabbed your face and blew a smoke onto you.

“oi, stop talking.”

your cheeks were pressed together without warning and you coughed at the ill-scented smoke of the cigarette as you closed your eyes.

“what the hell are you doing wasting your pretty lips talking to a stranger?” his tone pissed off and firm.

“he was just keeping me company. i thought you weren’t coming!”

“well, i am here. and he won’t need to keep you company anymore. he’s in my way.” he said, looking annoyed, as he pushes the stranger away from you. the stranger gives you a dirty look and left the bar.

he then took a seat beside you and placed both of his hands on your knees.

“did you miss me?”

you chuckled in amusement. his confidence and ego is something else. it’s fascinating.

“not really.”

“you’re lying! if you didn’t miss me why would you be smiling?” he said smirking, leaning his head closer to you. his face just inches away from your own.

“you’re such a liar, missy. you know you love the attention i give you. i don’t see anyone here as perfect as you. perfect little (y/n), so delicate and vulnerable.”

you scoot further away as you turn your head. “geez.. i would actually like you even more if you quit smoking for once.”

he rolls his eyes and puts out the cigar then places his hand back onto you. “i know how to make you like me even more, i know what buttons to press, baby. i know it all. do you know what i mean?”

with an eyebrow raised and a sip of out your drink taken, you asked out of curiousity. “enlighten me then?”

he leaned back into his seat and ordered an ale from the bartender. he waited for his drink before taking a sip and looking to you.

“the way to make you love me is to make you jealous.” the gent turned to your other side and smirked at a lady that was looking in your direction.

he then turned back to you.

“did it work? you’re all mine, your attention is on me and me only, baby.”

“why would i be jealous when you’re not even my man?” you deadpanned.

“oh really? maybe we should fix that then, darling. wouldn’t you want me to be your man? to spend nights with me? to be with me 24/7?” he said as his tone dripping with arrogance.

“i don’t like men who smoke too much.”

“i can quit, i promise. if i quit, would you date me then?” he said looking genuinely interested and no hesitation.

“date..?”

“what? did i say something wrong?” he asked looking at you as if you’re being a bit ridiculous. “you’re acting surprised when it should be the most obvious thing in the world, i can see and feel the flirting from both parties. it’s not like anyone can deny the chemistry we have. you obviously have a crush on me. don’t lie.”

you left him on heard as you let his words sink in.

the chap’s face dropped as he watched you drink quietly, before he spoke again. “fine, you want to play the hard-to-get game do you? it might make me want you more. but know this, no one plays the game better than me, and i know how to win.”

“i won't stop until i get what i want.”

you let out a scoff as a way to taunt him. “sure.”

“you like to play dangerous games, huh? good thing i like the danger.” he chuckled in amusement.

you take the cancer stick out of his mouth and push it on the ashtray with a smirk. you’re going for the kill now. “danger? like your past days?”

his face dropped as you killed the cigar, he let out a quiet chuckle before looking down at you and clenching his jaw in annoyance.

“what do you know about my past?” he looked at you firmly, waiting for you to answer him and it’s the first time you saw his mood change.

you simply shrugged your shoulders as you drink, hiding a smile. oh, you got him now.

“you aren’t exactly good at hiding that enormous tattoo on your body that’s peeking its way into the world.”

he kept staring at you and you saw his eyes looking over you, judging you to see if you were actually truthful or just bluffing. he stayed quiet for a moment.

“you were looking at my tattoos? you must really like me, sweetheart.. now, explain to me what you know about my past, or you’re leaving the bar with one less tooth.” he was smiling but his gaze was still sharp and intimidating.

you laughed quietly. “is that a threat? i wasn’t even judging you.”

“oh, you have no idea how threatening i could be. so, do talk, my dear,”

he kept sitting right by you, and you start to feel him get a lot closer as he takes a puff from the cigar still blowing the smoke on your face.

“and you know i can be a bit violent when i need to, but to someone as delicate and cute as you, i will make an exception. now tell me darling, what do you know?”

you rolled your eyes. you’re starting to believe that he’s just all muscles.

“and here i thought we were getting onto something. it’s not that hard to open and read the newspaper or something. i’ve seen those tattoos on the news alright? chill out.”

“and you know those tattoos are associated to gangs, right? so i must be quite dangerous then.. don’t you think?” he smirked as he continues to stare at you.

“tell me one more thing, do you like dangerous men?”

that caught you off guard and you actually broke into laughter. “you- you really are something!”

“why is that so hilarious? you’re not afraid of me?” he asked, visibly confused. it seems your reaction is something he did not expect but he was still grinning.

“why should i be? you’re just a man who have moved on from the things that you did back in those days.. right?”

“you’re a very perceptive woman, i’ll admit.”

“the past is the past, it stays in my mind but i won't let it stop me from living in the present.”

the gent smiled, reaching out to pat your cheek, his fingers brushing against your soft skin.

“so, i don’t scare you? then what are you waiting for? to marry me?”

“...”

TAKEOMI, ran, mochi, mucho, SOUTH, shion, baji, hanma.

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[nana-mania]

“HIS RED FLAGS” what does he do that make him an obvious red flag?

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ headcanon

࿐*ೃ feat : michael kaiser, sae itoshi, ryusei shidou, alexis ness

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, angst.

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : bodyshaming, profanities, manipulation, mention of intercourse, stalking, toxic relationship

MICHAEL KAISER

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ He is an arrogant and egocentric man, always bragging about himself on daily basis with you. Frequently, he belittles you and pressures you into improving yourself more. He wants to make sure you're worthy to stand next to him to maintain his distinguished image as German prodigy. Since he views himself as embodiment of perfection, you must be as perfect as him. Insulting your insecurities whenever you experience low self-esteem is his way to motivate you to better yourself.

“Stop eating that unhealthy junk. You will gain weight.”

“If you don't start working out and get rid of those fat, I'm gonna fucking dump you.”

“I don't care! Starve yourself to death or anything. If you still love me, then stop whining.”

SAE ITOSHI

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Living in Spain for years and learning the harsh reality of life at such young age damages his emotional growth as a teenager. He grows up as an ignorant man who lacks empathy toward others' feelings, even his own significant other. Engaging in relationship with Sae is like one-sided love. It is only you who is always concerned about the relationship and strive hard to maintain a stable relationship. Sae, in the other hand, could care less of your feelings and emotions. Often being bluntly cruel and hurting your feelings, intentionally and unintentionally. His career as soccer player is his sole priority after all.

“Can't you see I'm tired? Leave me alone.”

“Why should I waste my energy and time on a stupid date? Just stay at home.”

“Stop being mean? I'm merely being honest. It's not my fault that you're too sensitive.”

RYUSEI SHIDOU

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Ryusei is one manipulative partner, messing with your mind and emotions frighteningly often in order to force you to stay by his side despite how toxic the relationship is. He is selfish, obsessive and possessive. He makes you believe nobody else will love you as much as he does, even tricking your mind into believing he is the only one in this world who accept you as who you are. If breaking your mind is the only mean to turn you into an obedient doll for him, he will resort to such cruelty. He also despises talking things out when conflict brews up between you and him. To him, the sole way to make peace with you is through intercourse. He never force himself on you but he frequently seduces you into having sex as distraction to avoid having serious talk. You can never resist him and always submit yourself to him willingly. His words of temptation...is irresistible.

“Break up? There is no one better than me out there.”

“Oh, sweetheart...you can never find another person to love you. I'm the only one capable of doing so..”

“Have you forgotten? You're all alone, sweetheart. Who else will be by your side when you're at your lowest?”

ALEXIS NESS

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ Alexis has major trust issue and inferior complex. Often attempting to be the dominant one in the relationship by controlling you. He easily misunderstands your words or action. He unhealthily believes his words as the only truth, frequently coming up with his own speculation and accuses you of mistakes you never commit. Once he loses his mind, he becomes quite violent yet he tries to resist himself from hurting you physically. He usually suppresses himself by throwing objects on the floor to relieve his anger and warning you. However, sometime he only verbally attacks you by comparing you to other people; specifically his exes. Considering his trust issue is extremely severe, he stalks on you whenever you go out with your friends or by yourself.

“What? You want to see your friend? What's wrong with staying home with me all day? Have you lost your feelings toward me?”

“Who the fuck is that bastard with you earlier? Are you cheating on me?!”

“Shut the hell up. Why the hell are you like this? All my exes are not as annoying as you.”

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this headcanon! likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[narutoandanimearemyheart]

MADARA X READER! FRIENDS TO LOVERS!

CRIMSON RED

TW: Madara being a bit of a jerk as a kid, mentions of war, fighting, and death, canon-divergence(Izuna doesn't die), minor platonic/friend Hashirama x reader, + Just Fluff

Content: Headcanons/Imagine

Madara Uchiha was the firstborn son of Tajima Uchiha and his wife. Naturally he had quite a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. He was the eldest of his brothers and the one to inherit and lead the Uchiha Clan after his father’s death.

He loved his brothers more than anything in the world, and was devastated to see them slowly falling one by one.. on HIS watch. It made him feel physically ill.

About a few months after one of his brothers died, Madara went to the forest to find a nearby stream to clear his head, and get away from the somber atmosphere of the Uchiha Clan Compound.

That’s when he noticed you.

You were all by yourself trying to perform some sort of fire style jutsu as it seemed. He had to bite back a scoff and walked over to you. Madras was never the nicest kid, and he could be very blunt and mean when he wanted to be, so naturally when he approached you he said “Your form is sloppy, and your chakra control is just terrible.”

What a wonderful first impression.

You were severely annoyed by him. Who was this random boy to just come here and critique you like he was better than you?!

The truth was that Madara was better than you. Way better than you. You however thought you could challenge him to a spar to show him how wrong he is.. and well he wiped the floor with you. Like.. wiped the floor. At the end of the spar you probably had twisted at least a few bones.

Madara spoke smugly “I told you so. You’re a weakling, you’ve got to train harder than that if you expect to beat me in a sparring match in your lifetime.” You glared at him and spoke sharply “I swear to you! One day I will beat you in a sparring match! You’ll regret underestimating me, you annoying jerk! How can anyone stand to be around you?!”

Madara scoffed and walked off “Yeah sure, whatever you say. But hey, at least I can do a basic fire style jutsu, unlike you who struggles with a jutsu I mastered by the time I was 7.”

You couldn’t really beat that, so you’d head off to train harder and prove yourself to this arrogant prick of a guy. Madara would secretly come and watch you from afar in the forest(half of him knows it’s creepy, the other half is in serious denial)

But of course you catch him watching you and you speak mockingly to him “What is it you stupid looking hedgehog? Why are you watching me like a creep? No one likes creeps.” Madara’s eye twitched “Are you kidding? I was just checking in on you to make sure you didn’t die or something.” He said nonchalantly.

Yeah sure Madara. Whatever you say. You spoke to him annoyed “Look how about we come to a deal. If you teach me how to be better at fire style jutsu’s then we can both just leave each other alone after that, how does it sound?” Madara narrowed his eyes and thought about it. “No. I don’t want to waste my time training a loser like you.”

You walked away in a huff and then Madara rolled his eyes “Wait! Fine.. I’ll teach you some basics.. but that’s it!” You smirked, this would be fun.

It wasn’t fun. Not for you but for Madara.

He had a lot of good excuses to beat you up, and he always went all out during training. But he was actually a rather good teacher. He taught the forms very excellently, and he was surprisingly patient, until he went and said that you were probably dropped on top of your head multiple times as a baby.

But when you actually did start to understand and become proficient in ninjutsu Madara was pleased. You thanked him for his help and said that you both didn’t have to meet anymore, but Madara was too intrigued by you to simply just leave you be like that.

“You sure? I mean wouldn’t you like to become proficient in genjutsu and Taijutsu as well? Not just ninjutsu, I mean you’d have a higher chance of surviving out there.” You accepted his offer with much thought, you had to admit that after a few weeks of training with Madara he had sort of grown on you.. in an odd way.

And so the friendship between you two began to blossom. You both trained together, and constantly practiced your skills together. You’d meet each other regularly in the forest and spend all of the afternoon together. Both of you didn’t have to say it, but you two were friends, and close friends as well.

Madara would often show his care for you by phrasing it as insults, but he was genuinely concerned for your well being. “If you don’t get a good amount of sleep you’ll drop dead in the middle of a battle and get finished off by your enemy.” What a wholesome boy Madara is.

You eventually meet Hashirama and at first you think “Wow.. this poor boy with that awful haircut.” But you actually hit off very well with him. Hashirama is a very friendly person and you both grow rather close. You two sometimes even gang up on Madara when he’s in one of his moods, much to the Uchiha’s distaste.

The three do you would train together in the forests and you and Hashirama would constantly be on the receiving end of Madara’s anger, but hey, you guys liked being in each others company and that’s all that matters.

Everything was going perfectly.. until you learnt that Madara and Hashirama were from two enemy clans. Their fathers had intervened and their friendship had been discovered thus breaking the friendship between the three of you. You felt rather lonely without your close friends and you didn’t get to see either because you felt like if you spoke to one you’d be betraying the other. You didn’t want to choose sides.

Even though Madara had to focus more and more on taking more roles and responsibility in the Uchiha Clan, he couldn’t help but think back to you. How were you doing.. what were you thinking right now, did you even miss him at all?

Those were the thoughts that consumed his mind, the thoughts that he desperately sought to be rid of, but just couldn’t. How had he gotten so enamoured with you? You shouldn’t even be worth his time and yet his mind is always full of you.

As the battle rages on and on, Madara almost loses the life of his brother. That is until a familiar face steps in. It was you. You stepped forward in between the Senju and Uchiha offering to heal his brother, and of course he let you.

You did as you said you would and healed Izuna of his injuries, in turn saving his soon. Soon after a peace treaty would be negotiated with the Senju and Uchiha, with Hashirama and Madara at the forefront as the heads of the two clans.

Soon you find your friendship with the two of them rebuilding. The friendly and playful banter between you three so natural and familiar. You had missed this.

How ever there was something different between you and Madara. The way you both would look at each other, how much time you’d spend together, the subtle touches, it was clear, well to Hashirama but not you two.

Madara couldn’t help but toss and turn at night. Now his feelings for you had become even more confusing. He didn’t view you as simply a friend.. no that was too casual. His feelings for you surpassed that. The way that his heart started to beat faster in his chest when you were close to him. How he became happier at the thought of spending time with you. The rage he felt whenever someone or something hurt you. That’s when it hit him.

He was in love. With you.

After this self revelation, Madara wanted to work on confessing to you. He was a very straightforward and blunt person and he’d most certainly be blunt about this as well, but he had to play this right. He couldn’t just walk up to you and blurt out that he loved you. No. He needed to do something.

He'd act normal with you while you were hanging out, but you noticed he seemed to act a bit different, like he was keeping a secret from you. You never directly confronted him about it, knowing he'd probably get defensive, but you did notice it.

When Madara told you that he wanted to meet up with you in the evening you weren't all that confused, but you were interested at the same time. Was he finally going to speak about his odd behaviour? You'd just have to find out. You walked up to Madara who had a stoic look on his face, but you could see something else in his eyes.. hesitation.. nervousness.. and something else you couldn't quite pinpoint.

You asked him curiously “So why did you ask to meet me at this time? We don't usually meet up this late.” Madara spoke in a calm tone “I’ve been thinking about you.. and our relationship with each other.. and I’ve come to realise something" He paused for a few seconds, his cheeks were tinted pink, and he was looking anywhere but you. "My feelings for you go beyond that of.. a regular friendship.” You were stunned. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Did he actually have feelings for you?

“Now don’t get a big head when I tell you this.. but even during the years we didn’t see each other, you consumed my mind, my thoughts, and emotions. And now that the village has been built and peace established I want us to explore this connection with each other.. that’s if you feel the same way.” You didn’t respond for a few seconds before you spoke “Yeah.. uh.. yeah. I feel the same way, let’s do it.” Now you sounded reluctant but on the inside this is what you’ve been wanting for so long.

So then after the confession you and Madara slowly ease intoa romantic relationship which is a whirlpool on its own entirely. Madara as a significant other is different from a friend, because now that you’ve gotten into a romantic relationship he’s confused on if he should still treat he like he did when your relationship with each other was still purely platonic or act more “romantic” with you.

He wants to act more romantic with you but he can sometimes struggle. It’s not easy to get him to open up about his emotions and express vulnerability in such a way. You are thankfully very patient with him. At the beginning of your relationship, you often have to initiate physical contact and all the other “Lovey-Dovey” stuff.

Madara tries, but he’s not very used to being that physically affectionate with anyone, often preferring to show his love for you by doing things for you or protecting you. He was a man of few words, yet by the way he looked at you, you could easily see how much he loved you. The tender look in his eyes when he was staring at you did not go unnoticed by you.

After some time(about a few good months) he eventually starts to become more comfortable and open with showing affection, often even initiating it by himself. From gently intertwining your fingers when you both were in private by yourselves and having the most stoic look on his face, but the light dust of pink on his cheeks were visible.

He still threw around snarky remarks with you, that was just a part of the playful banter you shared with him. Don’t be surprised if you fall asleep and wake up to him next to your side sleeping peacefully as well. He’s gotten quite attached to you, even more than he already had though he still refuses to admit it.

One day when you were in the Uchiha Clan Compound looking at some scrolls with him, he had a pensive expression on his face, and you asked him what was the matter, but the next three words he said were so blunt. “I love you.” You almost thought you heard him wrong for a second, “What..?” Madara looked unusually nervous but determined at the same time. “I love you.. and I mean it. I’m an Uchiha.. and trust me, if we say we love you, we mean it.”

You felt your heart start to flutter in your chest as you responded to him “Oh.. well I love you too. Even if you can be a bit of a grouch.” Madara scoffed, but you could see the smile on his face, and it was oddly very visible. Since that day you and Madara had become even more inseparable than you already were.

Madara had already made up his mind a long time ago, he was going to marry you and he didn’t care as to what his clan would say, you were the only person that he had ever loved this much. Now all he was thinking about was how he was going to propose to you. You were an orphan and your family was dead, so he couldn’t arrange a betrothal ceremony with your family. He decided he’d just ask you one day, but it would have to be in a place that had meaning for the both of you.. he wanted it to be perfect, he was going to be serious about this.

Yeah. He’s sweating buckets. What if you say no to him? That has got to be his worst fear. Madara had taken you out to the spot where the two had met all of those years ago, casually brushing off any questions you had, dismissing it as him just wanting to have a quiet evening within the comfort of nature with you. The two of you both stood side by side observing the stars and the moon when he started to speak. He had a somewhat far away look in his eyes as he spoke.

"You've always been one of the few people that have really caught my interest.. even all those years ago when we first met in that forest.. there was just something about you, that I could not bring myself to simply ignore. To me.. you've always been special." You let a soft smile appear on your face listening to his words, it wasn't that often that he got this vulnerable with you, and when he did, it meant he was comfortable with you.

"The two of us have had our fair share of arguments and disagreements but.. even still you kept coming back. No matter how stubborn or tough I was, you still kept coming back, and that was a devotion I thought one would only have towards their own family or spouse.. you have always been by my side through everything, even when I pushed you away, no matter how awkward I was.. or distant, you were always there, you always came back to me, and now I really do see that type of devotion is that of which one would have for their spouse.. which is why I want you by my side, now and forever. Y/N, will you marry me?"

You froze in shock, was he seriously asking you this? You loved him with all your heart, but he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you of all people? This fearsome and ruthless man chose you. He may have appeared rough on the outside but he was the most loving person you knew deep down, and you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, loving him, and being loved by him. A small smile appeared on your face "Yes, I accept." Madara internally sighed in relief, but appeared casual, even though he had a wide smile on his face.

"Of course you did. I'd be surprised if you said no." You rolled your eyes yet the smile remained on your face "Don't be arrogant now, I bet you were probably sweating buckets." He chuckled slightly "Okay, you've got me there, I've been planning this for months." You were about to give a teasing reply when you noticed a red gleam in his eyes and realized that he had activated his sharingan.

"Why have you activated your sharingan?" He looked at you surprised. "Oh.. well sometimes when Uchiha's feel deep love, our sharingan activates, even if we don't intend it too." You smiled and teasingly said "I guess this means you love me a lot doesn't it?" He scoffed but didn't deny anything. "You know.. your eyes are a beautiful shade of red.. crimson red." You spoke softly, always enamoured by the beauty of the Sharingan. "Crimson red huh? I guess it suits us." "It really does." Madara slowly leaned in, and so did you until your lips connected in a sweet, love-filled kiss. There was one thing that was certain, the Uchiha Clan was a clan of love and passion, and no Uchiha loved more fiercely than Madara Uchiha. His power came from the Sharingan, which was powered by his love. Love is passionate, and it is fierce, which is why the Sharingan is crimson red, especially his.

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Hi, I know you did this already but I'm living for sub gideon graves. Him begging honestly makes my day.

The True Revenge

[Gideon Graves x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Sometimes the best revenge is taking away someone's control.

WC: 569

Category: Slight Lime/Spice

Ask and you shall receive 😏

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Gideon Graves was a man with many faces.

He had a different face for every person he met, a mask of charm, wit, and good humor to conceal his true nature from everyone around him. And yet, no matter which face he chose to wear, the one constant was his arrogance.

He had it when he was a boy, when he\ was just a skinny little brat growing up in a town far from the big city, and he still had it as a man who controlled half the city.

And even when you'd finally had enough and made the decision to leave him, the fact remained: Gideon Graves would never allow himself to lose control.

Not once in his life, not over anyone or anything.

So why was he suddenly so different now?

Why was he on his knees before you, his hands on your hips and his eyes burning with desire? Why was he letting you call the shots, let alone letting you take full control?

The answer was simple: you had taken away his choice. You had taken his free will and his control and replaced it with pure, unbridled lust.

His entire being was focused on you, his entire universe centered around your needs, his entire being reduced to a state of utter subservience. He would do anything for you, say anything for you, give you anything you desired.

Sure, he’d pretend to be put out about it. He was still Gideon Graves, after all. It wouldn’t be him without a couple of remarks about how this was all a waste of time. But the truth was, he was loving every second of this.

You could tell that much by the look on his face, the way his pupils were dilated and his lips were slightly parted, the way he was staring at you like you were the only thing in the world worth looking at.

You had turned him into a needy, begging mess, and the sight was almost too much for you to bear.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your legs were trembling as you looked down at him. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Gideon Graves, on his knees before you, completely at your mercy, desperate to please.

The sight was almost too much to handle.

But you forced yourself to keep it together. You weren't going to let him win this round. You weren't going to allow him to get the upper hand.

You were going to make him suffer for his crimes, and you were going to make sure that he knew that you were the one in control.

You were going to break him completely, and you were going to enjoy every second of it. It’s what he’s done to countless women; it was time he got a taste of his own medicine.

You were going to make him regret ever thinking that he could control you.

And then, when you were done with him when you had taken everything he had to offer and more, you were going to walk out of the room and leave him a ruined, broken shell of a man.

So, as you pulled his head between your legs and forced him to submit, you realized that, at last, you had gotten exactly what you wanted.

And Gideon Graves, the man who thought he could control the world, was yours.

[profoundbondfanfic]

Hello there! Your blog has become a daily addition to my life. I look forward to your recommendations everyday. Thank you for the work that you do.

I was wondering if you could recommend some Historical AUs. If there's pining an it's slow burn then great!

Thank you so much!

Hey! That means a lot, thank you for the kind words💜

A Ghost Story by emmbrancsxx0 (Explicit, 261k words)

On a dare, Dean spends the night in an old house supposedly haunted by the ghost of a man awaiting the return of his lost love. Once inside, the place - and one certain dark-haired man in a 19th-century photograph - seem awfully familiar. But that’s impossible, right?

A Novel Affair by EllenOfOz, MalMuses (Explicit, 77k words)

Castiel Novak is the new proprietor of a tea room in Cheltenham—a business he inherited from his Great-Uncle Balthazar. His uncle expressly wished for the tea room to continue to offer a modest reading room to its customers, complete with a shelf of popular novels that people often mark with their favourite passages, or tuck notes between the pages for others to find. But there are some in the town who do not approve of the corrupting influence of novels. Dean Winchester, newly arrived in the country for the summer, is not about to let the handsome gentleman with the pretty blue eyes lose his business—especially not now that he's corresponding with a charming, well-read stranger through the pages of one of the novels on his shelves.

All Things In Succession by everandanon (Explicit, 331k words)

When thirteen-year-old Castiel unexpectedly presents as an omega, everything changes. Worst of all, his older brother is sending him away — to be married. Still, though everyone insists Cas can’t be a knight anymore, maybe his new husband will feel differently. As for Dean, the last thing he’s expecting his mysterious husband-to-be is a child. Though he’s furious with his dad and Cas’s older brother, Dean goes through with the marriage, anyway. If he doesn’t, they’ll give the poor kid to someone else, and who knows what will happen to him? Nah, Dean’ll just stash the kid in the barracks to train to his heart’s content, and life will go on. Of course, Cas can’t stay a kid forever, but as the years pass, Dean seems more and more determined to pretend otherwise . . .

Angel in the Iron Mask by MalicMalic (Explicit, 58k words)

Finally free of his actual shackles, Castiel finds himself in a situation a lot worse than being locked in the dungeon with an iron mask to conceal his face. The intrigues of the court will make his head ache, but it would all be worth it if he could just find a way to save the omega that had been enslaved to him.

Captive of the Viking by jhoom (Mature, 19k words)

Dean the Ruthless is consumed by his need for vengeance. He takes his enemy’s widowed nephew, Castiel, as his slave… His captive might fight him at first, but Dean knows he’ll soon tempt Castiel into his bed. Castiel’s marriage only ever bought him fear and pain, but powerful Viking Dean is nothing like his cruel wife. And the longer he stays with his captor, the more he wants to give in to the new sensations the ferocious warrior evokes in him. Will he give in to this ferocious warrior’s seduction?

Dear Father by Salamitsunami1 (Explicit, 68k words)

It’s 1973, and it’s the middle of spring, and each passing day is warmer than the one before it. The troops are returning from Vietnam in droves, and the American shores they stumble upon are just a little more accepting of homosexuality than the ones they left all those years ago. But Father Castiel Novak has never even stepped foot out of Salvation, let alone out of the Midwest, and as the only priest in this very small town, he’s determined to remain in the closet until his very last breath. Things take a turn when Salvation’s newest resident confesses to having urges for other men. Dean Winchester wastes no time in asserting himself as both intolerably arrogant and an ungodly temptation, and Castiel’s only defense is to keep his distance. Despite his best efforts, a friendship still ensues, and it’s a very slippery slope then, with things going from bad to worse when Dean offers his self-proclaimed good hands to help bring Castiel’s family home back to life.

His Imperial Guardian by Briston (Explicit, 41k words)

Mr. Dean Winchester would do anything so that his brother might become a successful barrister. After years of personal compromise threatens to bring them both to ruin, Dean is left with but one option to save his brother. His Serenity the Count Castiel Novak is the recently installed Russian Ambassador to St. James’s Court in London. The cold brutality the English display toward those who share his preferences leaves him incensed and wanting to lash out. Looking for a wrong to set right, he ventures into a dangerous part of London to find a way to dispense with some of his anger and frustration. What he finds instead, is a man close to death and in need of his protection. A man he very much suspects shares his natural proclivities. How will Castiel convince the mysterious man that he is safe under his protection?

Ninety One Whiskey by komodobits (Explicit, 401k words)

In the spring of 1944, the 104th Medical Battalion of the United States Army is disbanded, and its men reassigned to various infantry companies in preparation for their invasion of occupied France. For First Lieutenant Novak, this is less than helpful, as he has so far met his platoon’s designated medic a grand total of twice, and has both times found Sergeant Winchester to be the optimum combination of reckless, arrogant, and downright insufferable so as to make cohesive platoon function near impossible. When the time comes to move out, however, Castiel has to reconcile himself to the fact that men are going to go down and trust that Dean Winchester may well be the only person who can put them back together again. WW2 ETO infantry AU.

o weary traveler by dothraki_shieldmaiden (Explicit, 107k words)

Still reeling from the death of his father, Dean Winchester has one goal: make it home to Lawrence, where his kingdom and the rest of his life are waiting for him. His task is made infinitely more difficult when he shipwrecks on a mysterious island. When his crew and then his brother disappears, Dean enters into a deal with the island's mysterious inhabitant, Castiel, to keep them safe. The catch? He can never leave. Bound by his deal, Dean has no choice but to get to know Castiel, and what he finds is surprising. Castiel is kinder than he originally thought, even though he's harboring his own secrets and guilt. Dean needs to return to Lawrence, but he finds himself reluctant to leave Castiel behind. Meanwhile, Castiel knows that the kindest thing to do for Dean is to let him go, regardless of his own feelings towards him. As their relationship deepens into friendship and then something more, Dean and Castiel face both outside dangers as well as their own doubts. Can Castiel find it within himself to let Dean leave? Can Dean find it within himself to go? Or can these two create their own destiny?

Rapscallions by the_scrubjay (Explicit, 106k words)

Castiel was expected to be the Omega heir to his father’s kingdom. Upon presentation as an Alpha, he was stripped of his title and privileges, now a pawn to be used as his father saw fit. Dean, as his father’s eldest son, was expected to present as an Alpha and eventually assume the throne. When he presented as an Omega, he became just another bargaining chip at his father’s disposal. When the Kings strike a deal for an alliance, Dean and Castiel are expected to mate to join the two nations together. On the night, the two find themselves unable to follow through and instead agree to play along to avoid the wrath of their fathers. Once settled in the joint territory they’re intended to oversee, they find that the world is much different than it is at home. And maybe back home wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

Rescue Me Tonight by superhoney (Explicit, 40k words)

In order to secure his chance at a better life, he’ll have to ruin the best man he’s ever known. When Dean first hears the proposal, he fears it’s a joke: he’ll be paid to seduce one of the most well-respected bachelors in London, Lord Castiel Milton, and then break his heart. But Lord Castiel’s enemies are ruthless men, and they’ll stop at nothing to see him humbled, including hiring Dean to play the role of a lifetime. Transforming himself from a lowly prostitute to a well-bred country lord won’t be easy, but if all goes according to plan, Dean will finally be free from the life he despises. He never expected to fall in love along the way.

The Leap by FriendofCarlotta (Explicit 82k words)

1961: Sixteen years after the end of World War II, Berlin remains occupied by the Allied Forces — America, Britain, France and the Soviet Union. Castiel Krushnic is a police officer in Soviet-occupied East Berlin. He is also gay, in a city where that’s a dangerous thing to be. One night, he meets Dean Winchester, a mechanic from the American sector. Their mutual attraction is instant, and a convenient hookup quickly turns into a passionate love affair that defies all rules and expectations. But Cold War Berlin is a troubled place, and as more and more residents flee Soviet-occupied territory for the West, Castiel’s superiors begin to make plans to build a wall. The wall would cut off East Berlin from the rest of the city — and leave Dean and Castiel on opposite sides.

The Omega Classifieds by ValandraWrites (Explicit, 73k words)

Life isn’t easy for a single Omega. Without an Alpha on record, Dean can’t work, can’t mate, and by law, should have been turned over to The Omega Center to be trained and auctioned off for mating. To avoid that fate, Dean resorts to the Omega Classifieds to try and find a mate. The enigmatic and charming Castiel Krushnic catches his eye and maybe his heart, but will he make his claim official before Dean’s luck runs out?

The Sun of Huntra by Inkblooded_Witch, PetraAmia (Explicit, 162k words)

Castiel, firstborn prince to the Enochian crown, has lived his life largely out of public view. His father is a staunch supporter of tradition, and to have an Omega as your firstborn is shameful. Castiel didn’t even inherit the king’s Shifter breed. The first time he’s truly useful in over thirty years is when a strong treaty must be made with their northern neighbors, and to secure it Enochia needs an Omega to mate off to Huntra’s crown prince.

You can check our historical tag if you're interested in more. Also, there's the Noir Bang coming in late fall with excellent 1940s fics.

[pixeldolly]

The Sacrifice - Part 1

“Hello there!”

A woman’s voice, rich and honeyed, stopped Fiona in her tracks. It was a voice she had heard before, but couldn’t quite place it.

“Can I help you?”

Turning around, Fiona’s gaze landed on a striking blonde - mid to late 30s - wearing a chic red blazer and a charming smile on her perfect, rouged lips.

“I just wanted to introduce myself - I’m Eliza Clare, I live next door.”

Fiona remembered then; the blonde had moved in some time ago then vanished just as abruptly. Fiona had assumed she’d moved away.

“Fiona Merridew; nice to meet you.”

“Likewise! It’s always nice to make the acquaintance of a fellow practitioner!” 

Eliza’s aura sparkled with magical energy, and there was no mistaking that sharp undertone, like electricity prickling along her skin. Fiona recognized a fellow dark witch when she met one.

How interesting.

“So, listen - are you doing anything right now? Would you like to come inside for a drink and a chat?”

The only task on Fiona’s list that morning was grocery-shopping, so she accepted.

“What can I get you? Coffee? Tea? Something stronger?”

“Tea for me, thanks.”

“Coming right up! I promise I conjure the best tea.”

Fiona cast an eye around Eliza’s home: the furniture aspired to class, but it was cheap and worn and quite at odds with the woman’s designer clothing. The combination suggested someone who was used to wealth, forced by circumstances to make do with less.

She also noticed several bottles of wine in the living room alone, and Eliza wasted no time pouring herself a glass. 

It wasn’t even 10 am yet.

“So, Fiona, do tell - what brings you to this dismal little town?”

“I was born in Walden, an even smaller town high up in the mountains, and moved here after graduating. Trust me, it’s an improvement.”

“That bad, huh? Forgive me for being so bold, but I thought the Merridews lived across the pond, in the Windenburg area.”

“Most do. My dad moved here in his youth. What about you, Eliza? You’re obviously not local either.”

“I needed a change of scenery, and a clean break. Messy divorce - ugh! It was such a headache, I couldn’t wait to get away!”

“I can imagine. This is why I keep things commitment-free.”

Eliza toasted her good sense.

“Clever!”

“By the way - speaking as one witch to another - what’s the state of the magical community here? I’ve been away and I haven’t had time to research the matter.”

“It’s small, but growing.”

“Any covens worth mentioning?”

“There’s the one I lead, of course.”

“You?”

Fiona didn’t appreciate her incredulous tone.

“You’re welcome to apply. Although I must warn you, membership requirements are quite strict. We take only the best.”

“Aren’t you precious? I will definitely consider it.”

They made casual conversation until Fiona found a pretext to leave. She decided she didn’t like Eliza Clare, from her thinly veiled arrogance to the counterfeit charm she wore like a cheap perfume. Fiona doubted anything she’d told her was true.

Nevertheless, it was good to get the measure of a potential rival.

“We should do this again sometime! Take care now!”

“You too, Eliza. I’ll be seeing you around, I’m sure.”

As soon as Fiona’s back was turned, Eliza’s bright smile vanished, replaced by a coldly calculating look. 

When Fiona had introduced herself as a Merridew, her heart had skipped a beat - that family had wealth and connections, and she had survived this long by keeping a low profile - but it seemed that only an insignificant offshoot branch lived in the area.

Also, if this girl was at the head of Mistvale’s most prominent coven, she likely had nothing to worry about.

Still, Eliza planned to keep an eye on her. Just in case.

[written-in-bl00d]

Interrogated by a Beast (part 2)

(Konigxfem!reader)

Part 1

TW: non-con, violence, imprisonment

His wondering hands leave your body and he comes back around crouching in front of you. Your eyes and his are finally on the same level.

“You’ll be good..won’t you?” He asks in a gentle voice.

You say nothing. Your thoughts race as to what will become of you in the unfolding minutes ahead. You’re ripped from your thoughts as he begins to untie your ankles from the chair.

“There we go sweet Taube..” his whispers as he gently removes the ropes.

You hold your breath almost forgetting to breath as his large hands being slowly pushing your thighs apart.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

He lets out a sigh and stands up, slowly making his way to the large metal door. He cracks it open and begins talking to someone on the other side of the door.

Realizing now is your chance to escape, you start to try and stand up but with your hands tied behind the back of the chair it proves difficult. You begin to twist your wrists side to side in the hope that your restraints will eventually come loose. After a few moments of twisting and pulling the rope falls to the floor. You quickly shoot up but the pounding in your head makes you stumble and you fall to your knees, your hands make a swift smacking sound as they collide with the concrete floor.

“Du Scheißkerl!” His voice was angry. You could hear the sound of his heavy boots coming closer. You turn your eyes towards his towering figure.

Unable to make yourself move you brace for punishment. You’re body tenses expecting a swift kick in the side or to be thrown across the room.

Once you’re in arms reach he wastes no time leaning down and grabbing a hand full of your hair. He lifts your head back so your faces are only centimeters apart. You gasp and shoot your hands up grabbing tightly onto his forearm.

The look in his eyes was a mix of arrogance and pity “I thought you promised to a good girl.” His voice was quiet and sarcastic.

You let out a whimper as he releases his grip on your hair. You fall back down onto the palms of your hands. Your breathing was heavy, your body exhausted. He swiftly places his hands under your arm pits and lifts you to your feet, before slamming you down onto the cold metal table. Your chest colliding with the table knocks the air from your lungs and you gasp sharply.

He places his hands on either side of you as he presses his hips against you, slowly leaning forward as to use his body weight to keep you pinned down. He gently brushes you hair behind your ear before whispering “I was going to go easy on you, but seeing as you’ve decided to misbehave..”

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his cock twitch. You’re not sure weather to be excited or terrified. He releases his weight just enough to rip your pants and panties down to your mid thigh.

He begins running his hand over your exposed ass before spanking you hard. You let out a gasping moan as the sting sets in.

He kisses the nape of your neck as he slowly moves his hand to the front of you. He begins slowly massaging your clit. You bite your lip desperately trying to hold back any moans from escaping.

He continues massaging circles in just the right spot, slowly at first then faster. The pleasure begins building in a way you’ve never felt before. He changes the motion of his hand from circling to side to side. The sudden change is so overwhelming that you can’t hold it back anymore and you let out a stifled moan.

He nibbles the top of your ear before whispering “that’s my good little slut.” You can feel a deep squeezing in your stomach. Just his words alone where enough to get you soaked but this was all to much. The feeling deep in your stomach was beginning to build. You can’t hold back anymore you’re about to cum from his hand.

“Please-!“ you moan out is a disparate pant. “Please le-let me cum!” Tears start forming in your eyes. The pleasure was so overwhelming, you squeeze your hands into a fist on the table, but suddenly his hand stops.

“No!” You whimper out “please sir! Please let me cum! Please I need to! Please!” Your mind is blank of everything except for the neediness you feel coming from your throbbing clit.

You continue begging aimlessly saying anything you can think of to get him to let you finish. After a few moments you’re nothing but a bumbling sobbing mess.

“Shhh..” you feel his hand run down your back as his weight is slightly lifted off of you. You could hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, he places a hand on the back of your neck. “Don’t worry Schatz, I’ll easy on you.”

[atlasdoe]

Evan Rosier was born with the idea of a savior. He was the one who would save his family and by doing so help save the Sacred 28 altogether.

The Pureblood families were dying out, and everybody knew it but were too scared to voice it. Dameon Rosier was his family's last hope to carry on their name, so he wasted no time, and from the moment he married Melanie Blishwick he got to work.

It was a struggle at first. They had many miscarriages and failed months but eventually Melanie proved herself strong enough to see a pregnancy through til the end.

Noody was happier than Daemon was when their baby first began to cry. “I have a son!” he cheered to the room, only to be met with scared looks from the midwives.

“Actually,” one of them began cautiously. “You have a daughter.”

The world stopped for a moment and as he scanned the room for anyone to give him hope that his family wasn’t doomed, his eyes met Melanies’ who was sweaty and crying, still, she sighed deeply, “We can always try again.”

He nodded and swiftly left the room, mumbling “I have to send out letters,” as he went, leaving her alone with their crying daughter.

The midwife looked at her with pitiful eyes and a sad smile.”What will her name be?” she asked.

Melanie looked at the small bundle in her arms and felt her heart grow. She had never fallen in love before, but from the moment the baby opened her eyes and saw her mother for the first time, Melanie suddenly understood what all the romantic poems had been about.

She also understood heartbreak for the first time, as she knew already that no matter what her baby does in her life, she will always be second to her future little brother. No matter how perfect their daughter already is, Daemon will make this little girl's life hell and blame her for everything simply because she was born a woman.

Because of this, Melanie named her Eve.

It didn’t take long for Eve to become a big sister. Less than six months later Melanie was pregnant again.

Another girl. Another birth that Dameon walked out of, leaving his wife to name their newest child.

This one was called Sabrina, and within four years she had three younger sisters; Aimee, Grace and Aria.

From the moment Aria sang her first cry it was known that their sixth time would be their last. If Melanie wasn’t able to produce an heir then Dameon would start over with someone else, leaving her disgraced, poor, and a single mother of five.

Luckily, on the 13th of February 1960, Dameon and Melanie Rosier finally had their boy.

His name, that patiently waited five other births for him, was Evan, and as he cried for the first time, his mother almost breathed for the last.

It was a messy birth, and the celebration for the baby being a boy drowned out any attempt of hers for help. The only person in the room who was looking her way was Eve, who had snuck into the room after hearing her mothers cries. She had tugged on one of the midwife's skirts until they noticed Melanie’s pale face.

As the doctors tried to regain Melanie’s life, her husband continued to celebrate, ignoring any plea his daughter made to get him to help, and as Melanie watched them with heavy eyes, she saw what the next thirty years of her life will entail.

Evan would get everything. Daemon would make sure that he will have the best education and best clothes and anything money could buy. Evan will become just as arrogant, just as greedy and just as selfish as his father while Eve, Sabrina, Aimee, Grace and Aria would be left to fend for themselves.

If Melanie didn’t survive, she didn’t know if the girls would even be allowed to still live in the house.

That reason, and that reason alone was what made her stay. Because there was no one she loved more then her daughters and no one she hated more than her son.

[stardust-swan]

Lalla Maria: The Jewish Princess Djinn 🕎💎💗

"Lady Ghazali—oh Maria, you are the Sultan! Oh Maria, Lady Maria, the Jewess, Maria the Zohawania (one associated with festivity or joy), the owner of elegance, the mistress of hearts."

In Moroccan folklore, Lalla Maria is the daughter of King David (or in some traditions his sister). She appears with him in dreams, and is stunningly beautiful.

She embodies beauty, elegance, charm, wealth, arrogance, luxurious perfumes, gold, and expensive jewellery. She is incredibly wealthy and is invoked for success in business, and her presence brings with it prosperity. She owns a dark brown horse and plays a reed-coloured lute. She is associated with coffee, cards, and fortune telling. Whoever draws a card from her deck is promised great fortune, for her cards never lie. Though she is kind to those who respect her, she is also known for being vengeful and merciless to those who cross her.

Ritual: Her gatherings are luxurious, fragrant, and illuminated only by candles on candelabras.

Ritual summoning of her takes place on Friday nights. Candles are lit, offerings are made, and the rituals continue until dawn, then everyone who attended the gathering that night ascends to a cave where candles and incense are lit again. Then the attendees gather at what is called the “Jewish table” where they eat, drink, and indulge in smoking and drinking alcohol. When the session reaches its climax to the rhythm of Gnawa music, they begin to communicate with “the fairy queen Maria” in order to benefit from her services.

Names: Some of her titles include "Lalla Ghazali," ""Maria Sabtiah," Princess of Princesses," "Maria Al-Hawawiya," "Lady of the Girls," "Maria Al-Yahudiya," and "Beloved of David."

Followers: The key information is that she does not impose servitude on anyone as other jnun do, nor will she mingle with just anyone. For example, if you live in a modest house or own a cheap car, you can’t claim to have Maria with you. Her presence shines among the noble and distinguished figures, state leaders, and influential people. Those who truly have Maria wouldn’t wear anything less than diamonds. People with Maria have luxury cars, lavish homes, and the best of everything. They love colors like pink, white, and light blue—nothing ordinary. If you have Maria, your finances and lifestyle should be extraordinary—not average or barely sufficient. A description I read of her female devotees says:

"Imagine someone going to the bathhouse in luxurious loungewear and expensive slippers. Their accessories alone would be worth a fortune, let alone their jewelry.

When these women go out, they always look flawless. If they wear jewelry, it’s extravagant, and their outfits might be worth half a million.

These people are simple yet refined. For example, they might wear a delicate gold necklace that costs as much as a car."

Followers of Lalla Maria don’t waste time with idle chatter. When they meet with someone, it’s about business. Everything they do, even attending events or outings, has a purpose tied to their success. They don’t talk much—they’re concise, say a few convincing words, and get to the point.

They live in luxury and often travel, hopping on and off planes for business or pleasure. Even their relationships are strategic, as they don’t waste time with unimportant people.

Maria comes to her devotees through inheritance, so even if you’re not wealthy right now, you’d likely come from a family that has financial stability or prestige. She’s not tied to mere appearances or materialism but rather a certain level of class and influence.

Some people attempt to summon her or practice her rituals, but it only works if you are truly connected to her. Otherwise, she might simply appear, laugh at your efforts, and give you a bit of what you ask for before leaving. Her true presence and influence are passed down through inheritance, and some people have Maria without even realizing it.

Even if people don't realise they have Maria working with them, she’s present and helping them in her own way. To work with Maria, you don’t always need to follow specific rituals or use stones unless she specifically requests it.

Some people have dreams about Maria, seeing her appear to them in various forms. However, it’s not always necessary to have a direct connection with her to feel her presence or influence in your life. Having her in your dreams doesn't necessarily mean she's your spiritual Queen - it could mean she's a spiritual companion, either a lover or adversary. Once she's there, she's difficult to get rid of.

Relationships: Her father is David, who she accompanies on Saturdays, which are filled with indulgence, spoiling and pampering. She has an older sister known as Lalla Diana. Rituals are sometimes held for both Maria and Diana at the same time. She is cherished by the Kings of the Djinn, especially the Jewish kings.

Personality: She is kind, delicate, and generous when she wants to be. She can make a woman radiant in the eyes of those who see her and can turn a man into the king of hearts. However, she is strict and does not tolerate betrayal. People who attempt to summon her often seek her for money or personal gain. However, they should stop entertaining illusions because her influence isn’t something easily manipulated.

Manifestation: She often wears royal silky garments in either golden or straw-colored hues. Some say they resemble the colour of banana peels. On her head, there’s either a spirit thread or a crown of flowers. She also likes to wear pure, bright white - white gowns, white crowns, and dazzling diamonds. Unlike most Princess and Queen jnun, she doesn't wear yellow gold, preferring white gold and diamonds.

She is radiant and extremely beautiful. Her skin is very fair and her hair is long, sometimes black and sometimes light. She appears to be about 30 years old, but sometimes she is perceived to be about 15. She often appears looking petite and pampered in the Jewish quarter. If she speaks to you, it will be in the Jewish dialect (I also read that she speaks English). She might offer you money—euros, dollars, or other types of paper currency—or give you something valuable like a diamond, silver, or even a key. Each person experiences her differently.

All her messages to mortals come through dreams. She might enter through Jewish magic, mirrors, or other means. If she appears to you, consider yourself fortunate. She is a queen that comes to people through inheritance or lineage.

Maria may not always appear as her true self, but rather as lesser entities, like a servant. For these lesser forms, you might light candles or offer her things, but she doesn’t bring significant benefits. She’s just a guest. This isn’t the same as having Maria in her full power.

Days: From Friday afternoon until Saturday afternoon (the Sabbath), her presence is particularly strong. She is the Queen of the Sephardic Jews, beloved by Moroccan Jewry. She is also present on Mondays. On Monday mornings, if you’re working on a project, you might find yourself guided by her energy. It’s essential to work with her influence only on specific days and times—especially Monday mornings.

Offerings: Acceptable offerings include: sweets, nuts, high quality drinks, shisha, Caro (a brand of coffee), and candles (typically blue or gray). Depending on the tradition you may light seven or eleven candles for her. Her preferred incense is original and pure frankincense, serghina, oud, premium musk, and a small amount of fragrant gum resin. She doesn’t like too much incense, just enough to create the right atmosphere. She also likes rosewater, but not orange blossom water. Her fabrics must be white and of high quality, preferably from expensive, premium brands - nothing messy or casual.

Some people like to sacrifice chickens for her, but one shawafa I follow, Meryem Bant Chrifa, who is a devotee of her (and whose altar is in the picture at the top) recommends buying a dove and releasing it instead.

Generally her offerings are similar to Lalla Malika's, a fellow genie Princess who presides over prosperity. If you know about Lalla Malika and her preferred offerings, then there's no need to explain: you already know only the best will do. Lalla Maria requires the finest drinks, the best cigars, the most luxurious cigarettes, and the best shisha. The food on her table should be of the highest quality and prepared perfectly. Her makeup should always be the finest, luxurious brands only.

Colours: Pinkish-red, bright white, white with a touch of grey. If you want to set up a table of offerings or prepare something important, it’s essential to wear white. Wearing white ensures her approval.

Shrine: She has a shrine in the town of Ouazzane.

Why Invoke Her: When Maria is with you, your business will thrive. Anything you get involved in will succeed, and you’ll never leave empty-handed. Every decision you make and every word you say carries weight because of her influence. In major business deals involving diamonds, gemstones, or even international trade between countries, Maria is invoked as a symbol of prosperity. She is the essence of success and luxury.

A folk song about her: Lalla Ghazali Ya Maria.