#theres no wrong way of worship

[dissolving-views]

Remember your practice does not need to be historically accurate for every single detail. Its one thing to want a historical basis for your worship, but Ive seen a lot of people tether themselves to history and thats probably not the best thing for everyone. I think its gotten a bit better but I do think its still worth saying. Dont let how the ancients worshipped turn into a standard for how you need to. You live in a COMPLETELY different context than they did and your worship will reflect that.

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

in some fandoms, mostly media whose audiences skews younger, theres often an annoying minority who latch onto a comfort character so hard, they genuinely get mad at other fans for putting their comfort characters in situations that make them (the characters!) upset in fanworks. most of it’s, like, kids and teens who haven’t learned how to interact with people yet and theres a smattering of unhinged adults and either way theyre not like. the joking or ironic mad most fans get seeing those kinds of works. these fans’ vibe isn’t “fuck you op /lh” its more “fuck you op /srs/kys”

anyway i already think the concept of judging a work solely based on how its characters feel as if they’re real people with agency, instead of judging the work based on how it makes the audience feel/what the work is trying to say, is uhhhhhh braindead! but also if you look at the comfort characters some of these ppl have its like. most of them follow fandom trends. and by fandom trends i mean most of them favor the angsty, usually white and male, characters who have rly tragic backstories. they don’t have to be particularly well written characters though some of them definitely are. but they’re usually edgy and, i cannot stress this enough, very tormented by events that happen in canon.

anyway i think most of it boils down to people not knowing how to mind their own damn business and just avoid angsty fanworks if they’re not feeling it. but it’s like. buddy, if you can’t stand people making content about your comfort character Going Through Situations, then why did you pick a comfort character whose entire job in canon is to Go Through Situations

[piplupod]

Really sucks to see someone who was clever and kind as a teen turn to "divine feminine" and "law of attraction" and at first she insisted she was trans-inclusive but she's reblogging from open radfems now and I'm just... tired. I'm very tired. It is so exhausting and crushing to see a very clever kind person fall down that rabbit hole turned pipeline.

anyways y'all please stay away from new age spiritual shit. use your critical thinking please. spirituality and religion are good things, but the new age movement is not. I hate seeing people I've known for years fall into it and I can't bring them out of it because they get so strangely brainwashed by it :')

[poppy-metal]

dilf-next-door! art has me 😩 i just feel like he doesn't understand how good he looks. he knows that his body is bad. i mean he's an athlete after all. he's trained for years with the best personal trainers, had the best diet, still works himself to the bone, but he just doesn't see himself as super hot dilf. after years of his body just being a machine for tennis and all the choices for it being made by others, it doesn't feel like his body. it's just a vehicle to get things done. thinking about how infuriating and baffling it would be to hear him talk about himself like that. so you'd have to show him how wrong he was. you have him lay back on the bed and sit in between his legs. trace your fingers all over his arms and chest down to his stomach. rub his abs while you coo at him. he'd stare at you in awe because it all feels unique. being complimented so much and his position, it'd look submissive to an outside eye but everything you do is for him to recieve.

"most handsome man i've ever seen, art. so strong and fit. love it when you wrap your arms around me. make me feel so close to you and safe. and your legs, they're so strong too. feel hard under me. most guys my age don't even take care of themselves like you do. but all you do is work... and i think you deserve a reward."

just worship his body for the night. lick from his abs up to his chest and then kiss his neck. rub yourself on his thigh and tell him how good it feels. don't let him do any of the work aside from being able to feel you up however he wants. take his hands into yours when he grabs at your tits or hip, tell him how thick his fingers are and how good they feel when they're inside you. make it slow and thorough before you move on to the very hard thing in his boxers. 

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cock worship with art..... head fuzzy..... he's so used to giving, and he prefers it that way - you can tell he's not used to it. his body is tense and nearly buzzing with the urge to sit up, to put his hands on you, but you'd looked up at him with your big doting eyes and pleaded with him, genuinely pleaded - like it was something you wanted (it was), to take care of him, to please him - and that doesn't really compute to him - cant work his brain around it - but he can't deny you anything, is the thing. telling you no is worse than getting a blowjob, he's not so deep in his issues with self worth that he'd make a big fuss about you putting your mouth on his body. its the staying still that he has trouble with.

you can tell with every twitch and jump of his muscles as you skim your mouth down his toned body. he hisses and jolts when you lick around the hard peaks of his nipples. "sorry," you giggle, moving down to his stomach. his hard stomach - god - "they looked cold. wanted to warm them up."

"jesus." you peer up at him to see his gaze is cast to the ceiling, like he cant look at you. it makes you smile, you know he doesn't get it but you're having the time of your life here. his perfectly toned, tight, rigid body. warm and solid under you, you cant help rubbing your cheek against his hip, nuzzling into the toned muscle of his thigh. he's so beautiful. theres so much power here - locked tight under skin and bones and muscle mass - all perfectly crafted, because even still he cares about his body, cares to keep it fit. and you'd love him no matter what he looked like, soft and round, short and stout, but just as he is - an athletes body, hes a marvel.

so much care and time spent into looking this way, and he expexts you not to appreciate it? not to drool over him? insanity.

"you're so strong," you coo at him. rub you hands up his twitching thighs. he doesn't have alot of hair - but he has some fuzz. your fingers find the band of his boxers, his hips lift the slightest bit with an inhale and you smile again - knowing that he loves this, needs this even if he wont admit it - he loves this - he wants this so bad - to be selfish. to be worshipped and shown love. to be desired and hungered for. and you're so hungry. "i think about you all the time, you know. your body - your cock -" your voice sounds like you're waxing poetry, your nose nudging up the cotton of his boxers, "i think about it all the time. drives me crazy. you drive me so fucking crazy."

"baby," he sounds pained. you see his hands twitch on the sheets, curl into fists, the effort not to touch you has to be driving me just as insane. "fuck, you dont - y-you dont have to say - "

"im not just saying it." you interrupt. "i mean it. i love -" the heat of his cock radiates from the thin cotton - you press your face against him through it. feel the hard organ jump under your lips. "-your big fat cock." your cunt is throbbing. you don't tug his boxers down yet, mouthing at him, your lips find the tip of him through the fabric and you pull it into your mouth, dampening the cotton - tasting the salt even now. moaning around it.

"oh god," he's trembling. he loses the battle and you feel his hands touch you, you don't ask him to keep still anymore, because you know hes not fighting this anymore, fighting you. one of his hands card through your hair, big palm cradling the back of your head. the other coming up to tug at his boxers. "please - "

you lift your chin, help him in shoving his boxers down - until they're resting under his balls, you take a moment to admire them - fat and plump and pink - try not to drool at the way his hard cock bounces free and rests against his hard stomach. a bead of pre already pearling out from his slit, leaking.

you fail on the not drooling. your mouth filling with spit. "please, what. what do you want me to do art?"

because he'll feel so free once he says it. admits it. gives in.

he meets your eyes and you try not to be turned on by the desperate almost panicked look in his gaze, like the enormity of his own desire scares him. his lips are puffy and bitten red and he naws and naws on them, before he lifts his hand, fingers feathering over your cheek. reverent. you watch his adams apple bob as he swallows.

and then art donaldson demands something from you for the first time. the hand cupping the back of your neck, urging you forward, towards his hard aching cock thats been neglected for far too long.

"make me cum."

[vampzworld]

the one on which he worships you seonghwa x fem reader

MINORS DNI || this is a work of fiction, f i c t i o n. this isn't a representation of seonghwa in real life. || otherwise enjoy, and please dont plagiaries my work.

this is also my first time posting something on here so... idk how this is gonna go, but my friends said this is too good not to share so.. imma share. :) mwah :3

OH THERES A PLAYLIST I GATHERED TOO LET ME JUST :

summoning by sleep token

Chokehold by sleep token

Right here by chase atlantic

Candy by doja cat (PLAY THIS WHEN IT SAYS)

Wicked games by the weeknd

Renegade by aaryan shah

Earned it by the weeknd

Best friends by the weeknd

Im yours by isabel la rosa

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“A sign from god ? the gods? You are an angel. I am enraptured by your everything.” genre: friends/lovers, sexual tension. idk what else just enjoy <3 luv, mother. word count: 1757... ---------------------------------------------------

You just got off work and it was late at night, not too late where anyone was concerned but enough to get Seonghwa to text you and ask where you were. You guys worked under the same company but have been friends for years. You just broke up with your boyfriend so he had a reason to text and be concerned. You ignore his text and get in your car, you were an hour away from home. The drive home was peaceful until your phone was going off every other 2 minutes, you didn’t bother to check because you already knew who it was. You shoot Seonghwa a quick text, reassuring him that you are okay. The texts stop for a while, 8 minutes later you get a call from him. “Yes, Hwa how can i help you ?” you ask, rolling your eyes as you get on the last highway home. “Where are you?” he asks in a monotone kind of voice. “On the highway, can i finish my drive home in peace?” you retort. Lowkey regretting it, can he get a little demonic ? overprotective. Yea but he just cares about you that's all and needs you to be safe. “I’ll be waiting” he hangs up. THE FUCK is that supposed to fucking mean. You push it aside and the drive home goes by faster than you expected. You had no worries or regrets about the call, if only you knew what you were going home to. You get home, park your car and get in the elevator on the way to your apartment. Everything feels fine, so you calm down. Still pondering what Hwa meant as you walk to the elevator, you reminisce on how he growled his last sentence to you. You squeeze your legs in response to butterflies moving into your abdomen, no that's not right. Hwa is your friend and bitch get a grip you just got out of a relationship. That can't take away from what your body needs. 

You need to be fucked. You need Seonghwa. It's wrong. It is downright sinful, but you love it. Pressure further builds up throughout your entire body. You shake your head as you exit the elevator and begin the trip to your apartment. (candy by doja cat) You unlock your door and are taken aback by who you see sitting on your couch. Seonghwa is spread out on your couch with a look on his face only the devil himself can recreate. “What are you doing here Hwa?” you ask, setting down your things and making your way towards your couch. “ What.. how the FUCK did you get in?” you ask sitting down. He doesn’t speak, he just looks you up and down. Studying you like the mona lisa, his gaze is ravenous and you are matching the energy without even knowing. “You want me huh ?” he asks in a low tone. You gulp, wondering how he knew that. He moves near you slowly, hands gently tracing your legs and moving further. “Tell me you don’t want this” he says as he moves his hands to your thighs. “Tell me this is a sin, tell me this is wrong” he says as he moves up to your face, his breath tingling your neck sending chills down your body. You shudder as he nips your ear, “Tell me you don’t want this and I will stop” he says placing soft kisses on your neck and he unzips your jacket. You stop him and he looks you in your eyes with a look that is ravenous yet innocent. He is begging to experience you, taste you. He is ravenous. Is this wrong ? yes. Have you wanted him since the dawn of time ? yes. You nodded yes and he takes that and turns into someone you never knew existed. He starts at your neck placing rough passionate kisses on your neck, ones that will leave a mark. He slips off your jacket with a swiftness, and takes his hands down to your waist gripping it tightly like he is gonna lose you. He takes your shirt off revealing your boobs, he b-lines and latches on like a breastfeeding child. Playing with your nipples in his mouth, you arch your back in response to the pleasure. He takes note of that and massages your thighs and continues onto the other boob. You moan at the sensation, a heat building up between your legs. 

This is wrong so wrong, but it feels so right. 

He lays you down on your couch, taking your pants off slowly, never breaking eye contact. “So pretty baby, look at you so beautiful” he says as he places gentle kisses on your legs as your pants are finally off your legs. He makes eye contact with you before he gets up on his knees towering over you, the look he gives you makes you wet beyond belief. “Baby, you’re wet for me aren’t you?” he asks you as he makes his way to your underwear. He plays with your clit from the outside, you want him inside. You try to get more friction and it doesn't work. His free hand flies to your throat pinning you down, “Stay where I fucking have you” he growls making himself level with your pussy. He slides your underwear down so slow, you moan in angst. He goes even slower than before making you ache. Your ex could never make you feel like this. “You are beautiful” he moans as he kisses your inner thigh. You get wetter each tender kiss he lays on your body, blissful moans fill the air. LUST lingers all around you two. You moan as he kisses your clit finally. “A sign from god ? the gods? You are an angel. I am enraptured by everything.” he says before he latches onto your clit. A new sensation possesses you and he goes harder against your clit. His tongue dives into your pussy as his nose rubs perfectly against your clit. Sending you into overdrive. “You are perfect baby” he moans into your vagina as he carries on to eat you like you were the last meal he was going to have. He continues to hit every spot perfectly, making you moan uncontrollably. “I-I’m gonna cum” you moan as you try to squirm out of his death grip. He swiftly moves you so that you are sitting on his face. “Drown me baby, I don’t care if you think I can’t breathe.” he says as he rubs your clit with his thumb stimulating you perfectly. “You are a goddess who deserves to be worshiped, if I die between your legs I will have died a happy man. Now fuck my face” as he yanks you down onto his face moving your hips. Sending you into a bliss where you swear you can taste the stars. You finally come back to earth and start to ride his face, the vibrations from his moans send you to heaven and back. You start to ride out your high and he moans louder into your pussy. You cum and he holds you down, drinking from you like you are the fountain of youth. You ride out your high and get off his face. Revealing a drenched Seonghwa, you feel like you need more. 

You work your way to his waistband, unbuckling his belt and moving onto his pants.  Seonghwa looks at you with nothing but love and lust in his eyes. He helps you take off his pants. “You know I have been dreaming of you for years” he says as you climb onto his lap as you grind on his dick making him stutter. He hugs you tightly as you continue to grind on his dick, making him rock hard under you. “ Please fuck me, please I beg” he whimpers igniting something in you, something you didnt know but liked. Liked all too much. You tease him furthermore, watching him throw his head back. Unable to control himself. “Please, Please fuck me. Ride me, Use me. I NEED you” he begs. You slide yourself down slowly onto his dick, making him whimper and grip your waist so tight, you know it's going to bruise in the morning. You go slowly at first, driving him insane, enjoying how his eyes are rolling back. You brush his hair out of his face, and grab his face forcing him to look at you as you go faster. “You are the bane of my existence, I dream of you day and nigh-” he manages to get out before he’s a moaning mess due to you going faster. You are slowly losing yourself too but you want to watch him unravel more. You gather yourself as you force him to look at you as you ride him, he keeps eye contact with you. Then his switch flips, he grabs your hips tight and brings you up and slams you back down on his dick over and over again. Causing your tits to bounce, he sucks on one then continues to slam you on his dick over and over. Finally giving you a break. “Cute, you thought you were in control, sit down and take this dick” he says as he fucks into you harder, hugging you he slams into you harder with each thrust. “Good girl, taking this dick like you should have been when you were with that lame. You belong to me.” he says and he lets you go and lets you ride, “say you’re mine” he says as he chokes you. “I'm yours hwa, im yours” you say as you moan nearing the edge. “Whose pussy is this?” he asks, looking you in your eyes pushing you closer. “Yours, it's yours” you cry out. Seonghwa rolls his eyes and throws his head back, “I’m gonna nut in you” he moans as he comes back to your face, fallin in love with the person he is seeing. “Do it” you say with a smirk. You guys cum at the same time, moans fill the air. The smell of lust fills your apartment. You guys ride out your high together making eye contact, nothing else matters. Fuck a noise complaint.

You guys come back down to Earth, he looks at you “ You are a goddess and I cant wait to fuck you everyday after this” he says as he places a kiss on your forehead. 

This is downright sinful but what does it matter? You're his finally and you don’t care who knows.  ----------------------------------

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mother.

[a-random-weeb]

bsd yandere headcannons

This is just a quick drabble because I have no more requests to write and I constantly need to be writing. ←(This part (the intro) was wrote before I started the event and got a flood of requests. I had so much fun writing this that it's been my own little side thing (Not in the dirty way, weirdos)

Warnings: kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, murder, slight nsfw in chuuyas part, anything else that comes in yandere writing.

I had a lot of fun writing this, there's a oneshot in chuuyas, theres not one in Dazais, this whole fanfic was really fun to write and I kinda did my own thing for it. I hope you guys like reading it as much as I liked writing it! (This took forever)

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Dazai:

Yandere type: clingy, obsessive

Danger level: 8/10

•He starts off by confessing his feelings

•If you share the same feelings towards him, your relationship will start off normal (other than the constant question of "will you do a double suicide with me?)

•Eventually you become his reason to live, he loves you too much!

•he'll do anything for you, anything. Even hurt himself if you asked him to

•Hed definitely kill for you. The guy who looked at you the wrong way last week? Oh look, his severed head, now where did that come from?

•Hed never hurt you though!

•He loves you, you're his everything, his world, you're perfect in his eyes.

•Now, if you were to reject him, that'd be a different story (this also counts for if you break up with him)

•He'll kidnap you and tie you to a chair in his basement.

•Itd be a pretty cozy chair.

•Hell only untie you when he's sure you won't attempt to attack him or grab the key from him

•When he does untie you, he also upgrades the basement

•He puts a bed down there (Aka his bed because he can't afford another one. He just sleeps on an air mattress upstairs)

•He also invests in a big screen tv for you

•He spends most of his money on you, no matter how much you hate him

Punishments: his punishments differ. Let's say you smashed the expensive big screen tv that was mentioned because you were frustrated or angry at him. He wouldn't buy you another one for quit awhile. He'd also slap you across the face and beat you up a little. If you were to try to run away, it depends. If you succeeded in running away and he got you back in his basement... he'd be furious. He'd torture you for around a week. He hates torturing you, but you have to learn your lesson. He's done so much for you, why would you run away?! If you were to fail, he'd probably hit you a little, but nothing horrible. If you were to try to kill him (and fail obviously) he'd start by killing your best friend. He would only show you a picture of their head for proof, he doesn't want to traumatize you more than you already are. He also might hit you depending on how mad he his, and he's really scary when he's mad surprisingly.

Perks: You get cuddled, a lot. You're basically worshipped. You get to be taken care of by a hot guy, is there much else you want. He also gets you expensive jewelry with kunikidas wallet .

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Chuuya:

Yandere type: Obsessive/possessive

Danger level: 9/10

•At first he stalks you

•He'll stalk you for about a year before he begins to write you creepy letters. They consist of stuff you've never told anyone

•He knows every little thing about you

•He loves you so much!

•Anyways, his letters also say stuff like what he wants to do to you, or how Bad he wants you

•the letters he will write you would be like

"Dear (your name), i saw you walking your dog today... you looked so cute! Oh how I love you, I can't wait to make you mine... if you date me, I promise to spoil you! I'll praise you for everything and take proper care of you! I'm gonna kidnap you someday soon, just you wait...

Ps: if you call the police, your dog dies

- sincerely, your admirer" it also has a picture of you walking your dog.

•He also writes about his weird fantasies

•slight NSFW in this next letter , just be aware

"God you looked so hot today... god, I just wanna pull as much pleasure from your body while you beg me to stop~ That'll be us some day, just wait princess~

-your secret admirer"

Along with a picture of you changing (Or masterbating if you do that ;])

•you can't tell anyone about these letters, or he'll kill your dog, which makes this whole situation 10× worse

•He does confess in real life to but you reject him because you barely know him and had know idea he wrote the notes

•You go to the police, showing them the letters. You also take your dog

•The police can't find any finger prints or evidence as to where the letter could've come from.

•The next day, your dog goes missing

•You feel incredibly worried

•Soon, you get another letter

•You hesitate to open it, not wanting to know, praying your dog isn't dead

(Tiny oneshots up ahead)

"Oh darling, I told you not to call the police~ do you want me to kill your dog? Don't worry, he's not dead.... yet. Come to xxxx xx (adress) at midnight if you Ever wish to see your dog again, bring no one.

-Secret admirer"

You Reluctantly go to that address at midnight, but you bring a knife. You drive there only to find it's a mansion. You slowly approach the large building, the tension building up. Your eyes widden as you see Chuuya answer the door.

"Oh hey Darling~ you made it!" He has this weird, creepy grin plastered on his face.

"Ch-chuuya? What's happening?!" You ask as as he pulls you inside, locking the door.

"Simple. You're mine." He smashes his lips against yours. You back away, absolutely disgusted, you try to run. He instantly pulls you back "Don't you want to see how your dog is doing?" He whispers seductively in your ear. You tense up and nod "How is he?! You didn't hurt him did you?!" You panic as he chuckles.

"Your dog is fine... for now." He smirks and pulls you to his chest "But for now, let's focus on you, ya?" You can practically hear the arrogance radiating off of him.

"No, let's focus on my dog!" Chuuya scoffs "Shut up about your damn dog already! He's fine! You should be focusing on how you're in my arms, all cute and scared."

"You're mine." He begins to mumble "Mine mine mine mine MINE!"

Punishments: Normally, if you try to attack him or escape he'll lock you in a room for a week. No water for a day, no food for three days. He doesn't want you to go insane, so there is a few mangas and/or books in that room. If you attempt to kill him, successfully run away, or hurt him (which you probably won't) then it's a bit worse. He doesn't want to hurt you, doesn't mean he won't, especially when he loses his temper. He might beat you up until you pass out, but he'll never kill you. After you pass out he'll realize what he's done, sigh, and lift you into bed. He's really scary when he's mad, but he always cuddles you and apologizes after any punishment , giving you a bunch of kisses and praise. Doesn't mean he won't punish you again though, he 100% will, after all, you have to learn your lesson.

Perks: he'll buy you whatever you want, if he trusts you enough, he'll even let you go out by yourself with his black card! He makes you wear a listening device though, and makes sure he knows where you're doing at all times. He's also hidden tracking devices in your clothes, you don't even know where some of the are, you can't feel them. Another benefit is he cuddles you a LOT. He likes to praise you and tell you how pretty you are. He's a great cook, and always makes sure you're well taken care of, even hires a (Very trusted) maid for you!

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Hey guys, sorry I've barely been posting, I've been working on this fic for a while, I wanted to add akutagawa and maybe Atsushi but unfortunately I'm so sick it's hard to think straight and I want to get some fics out for y'all

[shigarakisbabyy]

It’s… small- bottom!Tomura Shigaraki x top!Male!Reader NSFW

Hey y’all, I had a random ass idea a bit ago of comforting a boy who’s dick is small and who cums quick and makin him feel pretty, so I decided to write it out and use shiggy as my subject.

Warnings: small penis, insecurity surrounding genitals, cock worship, severe amounts of praise, body worship, virginity-loss, VERY FLUFFY, kinda ooc shiggy, cum eating, possessiveness, cumming inside

You pushed Tomura back onto the bed, a firm hand on his chest as you straddled him. He gripped the bedsheets beside him, gazing up at you with wide eyes, a bright coat of blush adorning his cheeks.

“It’s so hard to keep away from you,” You leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You’re just so fucking cute.”

He gulped, his hand reaching up to squeeze your thigh, his gloves preventing your pants dusting off. Another hand reached up and rested on your hip while he bit his bottom lip.

“You… you want to have sex?” Tomura asked.

You laughed, “Yeah, I really do. Do you wanna?”

He nodded, but then turned his gaze away from you in embarrassment.

“Hey.” You held his face and made him look at you again. “What’s up?”

He refused to meet your gaze, his hand reaching to grab your wrist.

“Well, uh-“ He stammered, “Theres uh- something wrong?”

You furrowed your brow, what was bothering him?

“What is it? Whatever it is I’ll fix it.”

He chuckled, “You can’t- you can’t exactly fix this.”

You lifted your brow and looked down at him, silently telling him to admit what was going on.

“It’s so embarrassing, but p-please don’t hate me for it, Y/N.” He nuzzled into your hand to hide his face.

“What?” You asked, “Are you into something freaky?”

He mumbled something, screwing his eyes shut like it physically pained him to say it. You asked him to repeat himself, so he took his face out of your hand and met your gaze.

“My dick’s… small,” Tomura mumbled.

You sighed in relief, grateful it wasn’t something actually serious.

“Oh baby,” You smiled, “That doesn’t matter to me.”

He slowly opened his eyes, “Really?“ He mumbled again.

“Honey whatever size it is, it doesn’t matter to me. I just want you to feel good,” You kissed the tip of his nose and then his forehead, then started planting soft kisses all over his face, then trailing down to his jaw and then neck.

Tomura gripped onto your shirt, soft gasps and pants releasing from his throat as you kissed and sucked on his neck. You smiled as he let out a soft whine, your hand trailing down to reach up under his shirt and feel up his torso.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” You pulled up his shirt to take it off.

“M’ not that pretty.”

“You are baby, you really are.”

You threw his shirt across the room, then ran your hands across his chest and down his sides, gripping onto his waist.

“Perfectly gorgeous body…” You muttered, your hands caressing his sides, “Perfectly beautiful face…” You gently gripped his chin and made him look at you, “Adorable eyes…”

“And I’m betting you have the cutest cock too.” Your hands trailed back down and played with the waistband of his black jeans.

“Stop…” He mumbled, his face fire red.

You chuckled and undid the button of his pants and the zipper, inching them slowly off his body. You could see the bulge of his cock through his boxers; it was definitely smaller than average, but it was perfect all the same.

You threw his pants across the room, your hands going back to gripping the tops of his thighs. You sat there for a minute and admired his body. The light blue hair that adorned his stomach and disappeared into his underwear, the soft outlines of his abs and the perfect V that lead to his cock. His small and grippable waist… his thin but beautiful thighs…

“I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you, Tomu…” You muttered.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his stomach, smiling when he shivered. You slowly began to pepper kisses all over his torso, sometimes leaving soft love bites behind. You made your way up to his chest, tugging off his shirt the rest of the way and attaching your mouth to one of his bright pink nipples.

Tomura threw his head back and whined, one of his hands gripping your hair. He was so sensitive, every little touch from you bringing him closer and closer to the edge without even needing to touch his cock.

When you nipped gently on the bright pink bud he moaned loudly, his back arching. You smiled and reached up to his face, capturing him in a kiss. Tomura whined into it, both of his hands cupping the sides of your face to hold you close to him.

“P-please,” His hips bucked up to try and get friction to his cock.

You leaned back and tore his boxers off, his dick springing free and standing proud. A good 4 and a half inches, it probably was. You couldn’t understand why he was so insecure, because he had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. A perfectly round, bright pink and leaking tip, a smooth shaft with thin pink and purple veins trailing throughout it, perfectly small and cuppable balls that you wanted to shove your face in and just fucking worship… he was perfect. Quite literally, he was the perfect fucking man for you.

“Oh Tomu,” You sighed, your left hand trailing achingly slow down his stomach to reach his cock, “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”

Tomura hissed when your hand wrapped around him, most of his shaft able to fit in your grip. You slowly pumped him, his copious amounts of pre smearing all over your hand. He squirmed from your touch, legs shaking and twitching to try and ground himself, lost in how much pleasure he was in.

“I’ve never seen anything prettier…” You mumbled, your head dipping down to kiss the tip of his cock.

Tomura gasped, his back arching and hands reaching to grip the bedsheets. His eyes were so wide, mouth agape but making no noise. The amount of sensitivity he possessed made you chuckle. You were definitely going to have fun with that.

“I can’t believe you’re actually insecure about yourself Tomu.” You straddled him again, resting on his thighs so you still had perfect access to his cock. “And I also can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t like this perfect cock either.”

Tomura just whined, staring up at you with half-lidded eyes.

You gently wrapped your hands around his shaft, not moving yet so he could adjust to the newfound sensation. It was painfully obvious he had never been touched in this way before.

“I’m- ‘m gonna cum so quick.” Tomura covered his face with his hands, but you swore you could see his blush poking through still.

“It’s okay baby,” You whispered, “I think it’s hot.”

For the longest time, you never understood the distate of people’s partners cumming quick. Didn’t that mean you were doing something right? Sure if they didn’t reciprocate it could be rude, but if they did, what was the problem? You slowly started to stroke him, not needing to move your hand very far to work it up and down. His sticky pre slathered all over your hands, making it easier to glide it across him.

Tomura’s back arched, his hips and legs twitching from underneath you.

“Too much!” He threw his head back and gripped onto the blankets.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his stomach. “If this is too much for you, you’re in for a wild ride tonight, Tomu.”

He panted and gasped heavily, his cock twitching in your hands and leaking more and more fluid by the second. You knew that some virgins could be sensitive, but you never expected it to be this bad. You almost felt bad for him; it had to be so overwhelming.

“Y/n.” His name sounded like heaven on his lips; a prayer. “S-so close…”

“It’s okay baby,” You whispered, “Cum for me.”

Tomura spurted the biggest load you had ever seen all over his stomach . He gasped and panted heavily when he stopped, small tremors and twitches racking his body. His eyes were dazed, almost seeming to comically swirl with stupidity.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then one to his soft lips. “You did so good for me Tomu. I’m so proud of you.”

He hummed to let you know he heard you, but he couldn’t answer. He was stuck in a cloud of relief. You softly caressed his face and peppered him with kisses, wanting to make him welcome back to the world a warm one.

When he regained his senses, he reached and wrapped his arms around your neck, tugging you down on top of him.

“So good…” He mumbled into your neck, “Wanna do it again.”

You gently sucked on his neck, leaving a small red love bite. “You wanna take my cock this time?”

He nodded, muttering a small please afterwards. You left another love bite, then sat back up and grabbed Tomura by the backs of his knees, pushing his legs up to his shoulders to completely expose his lower half.

His perfect little hole was staring up at you. You swore you had dreamed of it in your fantasies before.

“So pretty.” You trailed your hand down and gripped his asscheek, watching as his skin squished around your hand.

Reaching over to the nightstand drawer, you fumbled around for a small bottle of lube. You were gentle, softly dabbing some around his rim, a soft smile appearing on your face when Tomura jolted from the cold liquid and whined.

You poured a generous amount on your fingers, readying your index to sink inside of him, when Tomura reached down and gripped your forearm, telling you to stop.

“I- I’m scared.” There were small tears in the corners of his big eyes that stared up at you, completely laced with fear.

You stopped your movements and held his face with your dry hand. “Shhh baby.” You softly kissed him again. “I promise I’ll try my best to make it not hurt. You’ll feel so good Tomu, I promise.”

He thought for a moment. “I trust you,” He muttered, releasing his grip on your arm. “But be gentle, please.”

“I’d never do anything to hurt you baby,” You muttered back.

You teased his pink rim with your index finger, watching as Tomura bit his lip from the feeling. Slowly, you pushed it it, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. You stilled your hand for a moment, although it as a small stretch, you still felt the need to let him adjust to stifle any fears of his.

Gently, you began to wiggle your finger inside of him, feeling his hot walls around you. He was so smooth and wet inside, your cock twitched just thinking about being buried in it.

You pressed upwards, making Tomura jolt and whine loudly, then slam his hands over his mouth in embarrassment.

“What was that?!” He asked, panting.

You pressed upwards again, smiling when he yet again jolted. “That’s your prostate baby. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

He ground his hips back against your finger. “Do it again, do it again.”

You slowly added another finger in, this time your middle, and gave him even more than than you did initially to adjust. When he was fine with you moving, you pressed into his prostate again, slowly massaging the sweet spot inside him.

Tomura whined and twitched beneath you, his hands shooting up to grip onto your neck and hair to help ground himself into reality; the pleasure was too much, he was going to pass out.

You pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “I told you it’d feel good honey.”

“So good,” He agreed.

Slowly, you added your ring finger into the mix. Tomura’s breath hitched in pain and he bit his lip to keep from crying out,

“Shh,” You consoled, “It won’t hurt much longer, I promise.”

He slowly took some deep breaths, screwing his eyes shut to focus on coping with the pain and the burn that was enveloping his hole at the moment.

After a few moments, he slowly opened his eyes and ground back onto your fingers. “Y-you can move now.”

You ever so slowly pumped your fingers in and out of him, spreading then out when you were fully sheathed in him to help stretch him. He winced the first few times, but soon his moans of pain were replaced with whines and whimpers of pure ecstasy.

Each time your fingers were completely inside him and you stretched them out, you pushed up at the same time, giving just the right amount of pressure to his prostate that made Tomura’s eyes roll back into his head and his hips buck, breathy moans releasing from his perfect lips.

You quickened your pace, slowly watching as Tomura unraveled beneath you and fully gave in to the new sensations and feelings he was experiencing. You could probably say his name and not even gain his attention right now; he was so lost in how deliciously you toyed with him.

Peering down, you nearly came untouched at the sight of his tight hole wrapped around your fingers, clenched around you and sucking you in, trying not to let you escape. He looked so hungry for you, aching for any pleasure you could offer him.

His breathy moans turned into cries, and then before you knew it he had come again, without you even needing to touch his cock. His dick twitched and flexed against his stomach, releasing a new load and joining the old one. You leaned your head down and slowly began to lap up his liquids, moaning slightly at how good they managed to taste.

Tomura was slow to come back to his senses again, but once more you greeted him back into the world with a soft kiss on his lips and your hand cupping his face.

“You’re so good at this, y/n.” He smiled. “I just wanna go again and again and again…”

You smiled back. “I got all night baby. You think you’re ready to take my cock now?”

Tomura nodded excitedly, back arching to try and push your fingers deeper. “Please.”

You peeled your fingers out from inside him, although he wasn’t happy at the emptiness he now felt. You freed yourself from the restraints of your clothes, your cock springing up to slap against your stomach when it was finally free.

Tomura stared down at you and gulped, his pupils seeming to turn into hearts.

“You like my cock baby?” You laughed.

He nodded quickly. “Need it inside. Now.”

You were quick to pour some lube onto yourself, and more onto Tomura’s hole. You aimed yourself up with him, and slowly pushed only the tip in.

You positioned yourself to lean over top of him now, on your hands and knees. You gripped his hands tightly and pinned them to the bed besides his head as he wrapped his legs around your waist.

“I love you honey,” You whispered, connecting your lips together.

When you disconnected, Tomura panted slightly and smiled. “I love you too.”

You slowly pushed yourself inside, watching his face for any slight indications of pain. Each time you saw him bite his lip or wince, you stopped completely, even if it was difficult to resist just slamming inside and completely ravaging him. Eventually you were fully sheathed, panting from how heavenly his walls felt.

“Tell me when I can move honey.” You said, softly kissing his neck. You were practically laying on top of him you were so close.

Tomura panted heavy for a minute or so, his eyes screwed shut while he focused on his breathing. When he stopped, he buried his face in your neck and mumbled for you to move.

You started out slow, lowly groaning when you finally started to truly feel how good he felt, his walls clenching around you so tightly. It truly was heaven.

Tomura gasped each time you hit his prostate, squeezing your hands harder and harder. You let go of his hands to cup his cheeks, planting kisses across his face. You had the primal urge to shower him in affection. Quickly, he had his arms wrapped around your neck completely, not even allowing you to raise your head from his shoulder.

“Y/N, Y/N-“ He cried, his back arching as you ravaged him.

“You’re doing so good for me,” You said, “Such a good boy, Tomu. Such a good boy f’me.”

You were going to be quick to cum as well. At first you had no idea how Tomura had managed to cum so much and still want to go again, but now you felt you couldn’t go a second without his velvety walls wrapped around you. You’d always want him no matter how many orgasms you had had.

“F-fuck me harder, Y/N, please!” Tomura cried, biting down on your shoulder to stabilize himself.

You obeyed, snapping your hips against his at a brutal pace that made your thighs burn.

“You’re so f’kin pretty Tomu.” You kissed his neck, sucking and biting and leaving marks in your wake. “So f’king gorgeous. All mine. You’re all mine, okay? My good boy.”

He nodded. “All yours. Y-your pretty boy.”

It warmed your heart to hear Tomura call himself pretty, when just before he had been so insecure about himself that he almost didn’t want you to see. You had a feeling that in the future when he felt insecure, all you’d have to do was fuck him to make those thoughts go away.

You smiled. “My f’kin pretty boy, Tomu. You’re doing so good for me.”

He began twitching beneath you, scratching your back up and gripping onto you even tighter. Only a few seconds later, he came, spurting all over his and your chest. You were quick to follow, your hot seed painting his insides white.

You both laid there and breathed for a few moments, you wincing occasionally at the overstimulation from his hole clenching around you. His grip on you lessened, until his limbs fell beside him on the bed, utterly exhausted.

You smiled and kissed him, then slowly pulled yourself out so you could go grab a towel to clean him up.

[morglien]

actually no now im gonna talk about it now! yes theres the scene with the knife fight. yes people like it. (maybe for a reason? who cares anyways) yes if you look at the ship for less than 5 minutes you can summarize “oh they don’t like each other, they must be enemies to lovers”. but if you actually look at the ship for more than two seconds you actually get to see their arcs and how they do respect each other, and hell if you’re even playing as shadowheart or lae’zel and playing the characters correctly, they can share some sort of chemistry there! even look at their backstories. two characters who have been wronged by their goddesses. two people who are used as tools for a higher purpose. if you play the game a certain way, they’re both characters who are learning to actually live their own lives despite their religion. they’re people who have been conditioned to understand the world in one way; it is cruel, so you must be cruel back. they did not have a soft or kind backstory in any sense due to shads’ shar worship and lae’zel’s githyanki uprising with vlaakith as their leader. maybe people like the ship far more than what is there at surface value? maybe people like the chemistry that these characters can possibly have. if you can’t understand that or even try to look into the ship than the Bare and Obviously Little Media Comprehension that you may have, yeah, maybe they are tropey. but if you actually read into it and see them what they could be as a couple, you’ll see there’s FAR more for their dynamic than the shallow “enemies to lovers”. and anyways people can do whatever they want forever who gives a shit even if they don’t look into that deep and just like the enemies to lovers who cares. get a life if you judge people on their ship preferences, loser.

[mxqdii]

wait omg i’m an idiot when i requested false god i meant to add with chris BUT I READ THE MATT ONE AND IT WAS SO GOODDD (and false god is my fav from lover too twinnem omg)

would it be too much if i ask for another false god fic but with chris this time🥺

false god - c.s

pairings: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: love confessions between reader and chris (based off the song false god by t.s)

warning(s): kissing, mutual pining

a/n: as much as i love this song, it's so hard to write with it, therefore this will be kinda short.

not proofread

me and chris have been friends for years now, but we always seemed

everything has been normal recently

except for the way we look at eachother

and the small gestures

and the pet names

and the hand holding, and the cuddling, and the flirting-

okay! you get the point.

we're currently cuddling on his couch, watching a movie.

i'm more in my head though, the movie being more background to me.

thinking about how i'd die for chris, poems i wrote about him when we became closer

i think i love him.

everybody warned us about times like this, they said the road gets hard when one falls in love and it ruins the friendship

ruining our friendship.

"chris?" i ask quietly

"yes?" he says

"can you give me a ride home?" i say and he shifts his position, now looking at me in confusion

"you don't wanna sleepover?" he asks and i shake my head

i feel bad, i do, but i can't stay, not when i'm like this.

i gather my stuff and chris grabs his keys,

(lets pretend he can drive😭)

we head out the door and get in the car.

it's silent, but not how it usually is, theres tension and the air feels thick.

the rain is pouring on the windows, making it hard to see.

"y/n i'm sorry but we have to pull over, the rain is too much right now" chris says and i let out a shakey breath

"okay" i dryly say and he looks over at me

"listen. i know you, i know when somethings up, whats wrong? chris says and i open the car door, getting out.

i don't have the words to put together what i wanna say, i don't know how to tell him how i feel.

it's all too much.

the rain pours onto me as i hear the car door open, chris walkng towards me.

"you can't talk to me when i'm like this." i shout

"like what?" he shouts back, the rain almost louder then us.

realization hits me, blind faith

maybe for once, i don't need words i just need faith.

after all, we might just get away with it.

without thinking, i pull chris in and kiss him, a long awaited kiss, one i've been longing for.

he kisses me back and everything just falls into place, it all feels right.

i feel like religions in his lips, being addicted to him instantly.

we pull away, both worshipping our new profound love.

"i love you chris" i say and he smiles

"i love you too"

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@stargirlv0id @strniolo @annaisabookworm

[moth-bells]

Hi so, I dont know whenever I'm gonna be able to write or draw anything I like for my cryptids au, so I'm going to give you all literally all the lore and if I ever get to it, its already here.

It also doesnt always make perfect sense but I think that gives it charm and I'm not gonna run around in circles trying to make it perfect Gonna try and make this generally in timeline of events order

The earth is formed. From the dust of star dust rises two figures

They have no names and they were never born, forming from things they do not understand, yet know all too well

They are always at one another's side

They are both everything and nothing to one another

They witness eons together

Watching little specks shift and change and grow

They watch life and ease life along with hands that do what is needed without thought behind how it happens

They have purpose yet none here, witnesses

The duo watch as the earth fills with life only for it all to nearly vanish

They watch life persevere despite that

Those first peculiar humans, though without that name yet, come to be. So small and fragile, yet the two can see potential with these ones

They travel the globe, checking in on different places, seeing how the people so similar are slowly changing. They find it fascinating, though they feel this with other animals

One day, they realize many of these people that they've visited, perhaps assisted at times, and occasionally revisited, have places of worship

Neither of them understand, but they gather that these humans seem to look at them as higher than them. Gods.

Are they? They arent living in the same way as other beings. They cant die. They dont age and were never born.

If not gods, what are they then?

They dont know.

They do eventually move on, but one day, an unknown amount of years later, they return to one of these villages

The people, they do rejoice for their deities have graced them again

The duo decided to linger here longer than before.

One day, theres murmurs of malcontent floating

The two have witnessed battles, but stayed out of them.

They had never watched wars begin, the quiet wisps of smoke that would soon become flames

Now these two, unnatural as they are, were not infinitely strong.

Yes, they were stronger than many of these small humans, who were much smaller than them

But, if there were many humans against one of them, there was only so much that they could do

The humans, separated into factions, decided that one of the duo were a true god while the other was something evil and wrong.

Such is the way of humanity

The two realized they might have stayed too long now, deciding it was time to leave

It was too late for that now.

These two beings, nameless, named and renamed by many, but never calling each other by any.

Two who had been together since they were glints in an existence less universe

Were separated

Humans from either side took their 'rightful' god. Determined to use their worship against the other side.

The two beings were able to take some of them, desperately trying to not be taken away from the other.

They were not gods, though, not in the way these humans thought.

What they were was unknowable, but they still were not ever powerful.

With enough force, they were dragged away by the people who once looked at them equally

The one yellow as pollen was taken into a deep cavernous temple, locked into the darkness, with nothing within it. No escape. The entrance to this prison was sealed with a boulder.

He screamed for them to release him, but his words, something only his other understood, fell on deaf ears.

He pushed and clawed at the rock, but it was too heavy

These people believed their worship of isolation and fasting was pure and accepted by their god.

The other was left to a fate less horrendous, but equally lonely.

Tossed down into a pit, deep with only a manmade covering to hide it.

He as well demanded to be freed, but none of that was to come

These humans worshipped the sky at night that this being reminded them of, that being the only thing that he could see from his prison, though there was also a reminder in the daylight of who he was missing

The humans dropped food of animals down to him.

They werent able to starve to death, nor did they need to eat in the way animals and living things did, but it would give them extra energy if they needed it. No, they took in the rays of the star above them.

So, with the one in the pit, he received more that enough to keep him mobile.

The one in the cave, however...

centuries passed. Thousands and thousands of years

And they who have been here since before time itself, before knowing that of light and space and earth and death

They changed

Slowly, over time, of desperation and madness, and forces they themselves would never truly understand

They changed.

The cavern, where slowly less and less voices of prayer came, lost to a memory

Where eyes as blue as the sky became milky white

Where his mind grew blank with bleakness and its voice lost all form of words

Body became sharp and thin and twisted

Claws and teeth long and sharp.

In the pit, staring up at day and night as blood, and bodies of animal sacrifice fell upon him

One day, he accepted them, hoping for the strength needed to climb free

Eventually, it forgot why it was even down there.

And then the food stopped coming.

It had spent years and years, copying the shrieks and cries of a wounded animal, luring certain animals to the wide spaced grate above

It never felt hunger but it ached for the blood and rush that the meal provided

Its body became more wild, more dangerous

For some years its back ached until there was a weak flap of wings

Wings.

W i n g s.

Freedom.

The other was still trapped for sometime, having long forgotten what it was. What it was missing. Neither could remember but they could feel it

It would be sheer luck that some unfortunate children, merely teenagers, would come to that stone that their ancestors had made and laid there, not just a myth among them now.

That a god lay in the cave, dangerous and angry, locked away when it tried to turn against the people that worshiped it...or so they say the story goes

It would be their misfortune as they struggled to move the circular rock, that light from the evening setting sun would start to peek through inside

And something would come leaping out at them.

They fled from the monster, leaving one screaming to their fate to the creature so starved.

After, once its frenzy ended, it luckily took off into the forest surrounding it, away from the pain of the sun on its wide white eyes

It was fate, it would seem that they would find one another again

So changed by time and humanities unknowing cruelties

More animal than whatever they may have been to begin with

The winged one had found it one day, though not knowing fully why it was pulled toward it

The blind one, having changed even more in these years of freedom, lashed out at the new arrival

This, in turn, made the winged one defend itself.

They fought, clicking and screeching at one another until the teeth were dug into fur

Something clicked in this mindless mind that this thing was the same as itself.

They backed away from one another

Slowly, they reapproached...they chirred and cooed and inspected one another. One with sight the other with smell.

And they laid down together for the first time in forever

They wandered for some years, avoiding the creatures they felt compelled to hide from.

Until one day..

A small little voice spoke up at the blind one, not screaming or attacking with things that hurt

"Puppy..?"

[loverofdiluc]

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖

Headcanons | Aether, Diluc, Kaeya, and Venti x Gn!Reader | Romantic Fluff (Reader is afab just to make it clear | ummm theres a bit of suggestive actions but like...not that bad)

Aether could only frown as he watched you stare into the full body mirror. Your eyes were focused on your chest. You had always expressed how insecure you were about them -- how small your chest was compared to many other people.

Walking up behind you, Aether wrapped his arms around your waist. "You're perfect, nothing can change that Dear"

"No Im not" You had mumbled back, poking at your chest. "They're so small...."

Rolling his eyes, Aether spun you around. He leaned his head down and began to pepper kisses along your exposed collar bone and upper chest. HE slowly lowered his head, stretching the top of your shirt.

"Its perfect. You got that?" He mumbled against your skin, lifting his head back up to look you in your eyes.

Humming, you avoided his gaze with a warm face. "Ok..."

Diluc could hear your thoughts as you stared down at your chest. YOu had been sitting at his bar, waiting for him to be done with work for the past few hours. Your eyes trained on your top. At first, he thought it was something you spotted on your shirt -- then realized exactly what you were looking at.

With a sigh, he lifted your head, leaning forward and placing a quick kiss to your lips. "Stop worrying so much. There's nothing wrong with them"

He simply got a hum in response, your eyes trailing back down to your chest. He sighed, bringing your forehead to his lips.

"Continue with the negative thoughts and I'll have to show you how perfect you truly are" He mumbled against your skin, just loud enough for you to hear.

Kaeya could only roll his eyes. You had been going on and on for hours now about how small your tits were compared to the others. He couldn't help but get bored after the first 15 minutes of listening to you rant.

With a hum, ignoring your voice, the male pulled you into a kiss -- efficiently shutting you up. He continued with his affection, bringing his hands up to your chest and squeezing. He could hear you gasp at the action, making him smile.

Pulling back, he smiled at you smugly. "You're perfect, My Love. I would change nothing about you"

Venti could only giggle, cuddling into your chest. He could care less that they were small, they were still there aren't they? He never listened to your silly little rants about how small your tits wjere. He didn't care so he wouldn't listen.

In fact, hed worship your ches whenever you started to talk about them in a bad way. They where his pillows. The perfect things to rest his head on when he gets a little too drunk and sleepy.

"So comfy~" He slurred, placing sloppy kisses against your exposed skin -- just above your chest.

"Arent...Arent they small tho?" You questioned him for what felt like the hundredth time.

Scoffing, the male placed a large kiss on your lips. "Nope~! Just the right size~"

I only did these four men, gope thats ok :3

[shoezuki]

Ok random things/hc bout the aha!sampo divinity AU i was thinkin of

Aha at some is like. Yknow what fuck it im gonna reincarnate as a human n see whats up w this. So he basically takes bits and pieces, dropped change n spilled drinks on the floors of taverns, scrapes the side of the universe, takes scripts and stories and anything made from human joy n makes a body out of it

He starts off as a kid cuz he saw kids n were like o those guys seem to have fun hell ya.

He makes sampo koski and Becomes Him. Is taken in by the masked fools cuz they are all a lil fucked up so spendin too much time w em or struggling to hide his divinity can scramble their brains only so much...... probably.

Also these ppl who worship him not realizing the scrawny kid they took in is aha????? Thats funny as shit

Sampo grows up normally. Well he kinda got it a bit wrong n he grows at a wayyy slower pace than humans but he jus says he got caught in a temporal anomaly or smthing.

It takes him a long time to really get a hold on his powers/presence/divinity and ends up making people go mad quite often. Sometimes on purpose.

The masked fools send him to planets, give him scripts and have him portray characters and sow chaos. He bends reality a bit sometimes to make the scripts more fun. He creates a major presence on the masked fools and becomes infamous in some planets n ships thay marginally survived him

(Some of the things he does cant be attributed to him and it puzzles people. Theres no way a mere human could change the colours of stars or rearrange galaxies n move planets a lil to the left, right? He makes entire waterbodies taste like beer and makes trees bleed when cut and flips mountains upside down)

The role he's given in Jarilo is his longest one yet. Usually he's just like a force of nature running through but this time he becomes a Person on this planet

He meets the underworld ppl and they all have different reactions to his divinity the longer he's around them:

Natasha is fairly sensitive to his power but it doesnt really overwhelm her. She hears childrens laughter when hes around and the air feels warm like sunlight that Belobog hasnt experienced since the eternal freeze and every time he brings her medicine or carries out of her requests she tastes bubblegum on her tongue. She never says anything but sometimes she Stares n it makes sampo squirm

Oleg tenses every time sampo shows up but eventually forces himself to relax. But he always has to be aware of sampo at all times, can't ever turn his back to sampo or be unarmed around him. He has no clue why and thinks theres something wrong with him and its his problem not sampos. But sometimes when he looks at sampo he can almost swear he sees something shift over his skin

Seele doesnt notice anything for a long time. She has to be around sampo for hours sometimes days without break. But eventually she just becomes irrationally angry with him. Everything sampo does grates on her brain and makes her want to attack him. She doesnt think anything of it and just assumes its because sampo is annoying.

Luka is one of the least sensitive to divinity. Any anxiety or unease he feels around sampo he just attributes to sampo being a shady guy. Sometimes sampo's laughter and his voice feels heavy in his skull though

Children in general are highly sensitive and resilient to the divine: sampo doesnt know why. Maybe because theyre brains are still developing? Because they arent stuck in their own ideas of reality n rationality like adults? Regardless Hook KNOWS sampo isnt normal. She doesnt question it, she just knows sampo makes things fun.

He finds a lot of responses with those in the underworld: some want to worship him, others want him dead, some cant look at him without feeling sick. For some reason the overworlders tend to find him more unsettling and disconcerting. Qlipoth probably has nothing to do with it but Sampo blames qlipoth

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GABRIELLE: “I never thought I’d see this.”

XENA: “What?”

GABRIELLE: “You washing blood off my hands.”

XENA: “I never thought I’d see it either.”

The inclination for Xena to lie and fashion fantasies to save Gabrielle in ‘Legacy’ is something I could spend hours on thinking and writing about. Of course she won’t let Gabrielle near her if that’s what she plans to do because Gabrielle would outright refuse to lie. Her actions and choices - she knows she must own up to them. But Xena… Xena would spend eternity and the next serving the greater good in retribution for all her past sins… but not when it’s Gabrielle that has to pay for her own crimes. In that case she’ll go against the grain. She’ll even go against it if Gabrielle didn’t do it.

Because as she said… Gabrielle is more important to her than the greater good. Than her own moral code.

Mostly because she’s HER greater good. But also because she believes she doesn’t deserve to face any consequences to actions - even if they are her own.

And it wouldn’t make much sense for Gabrielle to be the opposite. To put Xena second. Only if it’s herself - which is something I feel like ‘Fallen Angel’ got wrong.

But this is it though. This is what it comes down to. This is why these final Season 6 episodes make sense.

The greater good is only put first if it’s themselves. Each other? Not a chance. Not even if it’s just once. You can’t make them pay for their crimes with each other. That’s something they will not allow to happen.

I’ve wrote about this extensively before but it bears repeating again. Xena and Gabrielle were true heroes. Meaning they weren’t about self-gain at any point. But first and foremost, they were heroes to each other and if for any reason one of them made a mistake or had a misstep somewhere in their actions, the other will do anything possible - regardless of how dangerous or even morally wrong it might be - just to save them.

Now ‘Legacy’ is interesting because obviously the audience is going to be on Gabrielle’s side just as Xena is. Not just out of bias but because they’ve seen the full picture of what happened. They see how much of an accident it was. But nevertheless, it was still going to be murder in the eyes of everyone else - even those that worshipped them and would be biased based on that alone - because they didn’t see the full picture.

They didn’t see that it was an accident and they wouldn’t take Gabrielle’s word for it that it was. So Xena feels she has to lie because how else could she ensure Gabrielle’s survival? And once Gabrielle tells them the truth, she feels she has to betray them all to the Romans. She doesn’t care about what’s morally right because it’s Gabrielle that’s caught in the fire.

Not her.

Then theres ‘AFIN’ where even though we, as the audience, know Gabrielle would do the same - it’s still shocking to actually hear her say it. That she doesn’t care about what’s morally right. Different situations and circumstances aside - it ultimately doesn’t matter about that because it’s Xena that’s caught in the fire.

Not her.

It’s like what I explained in that post talking about WayHaught and the trope of doing crazy things for love or doing the selfish or immoral things for love.

When you’re more important to each other than the greater good - you’re going to go against the greater good to save one another or to keep one another alive.

UNLESS the other requests or pleads for you to not to.

And this is the major striking difference with Xena.

Xena’s only stipulation to the moral code of serving the greater good is Gabrielle. That would be true even if Gabrielle herself requested it the way Xena did in ‘AFIN’. Not even Gabrielle’s choice would deter her from saving her or keeping her alive. From protecting her. Keeping her safe. And it’s up to you whether you consider that to be a good thing or not. I find it quite selfish because it makes Gabrielle seem more like a possession to Xena than regarded as an equal to her.

But that’s Xena. That’s how she operates. You see, she gives up her happiness in ‘AFIN’ in that she lets her go on without her. But only because she’s the dead one.

Were it Gabrielle that had to make that sacrifice.

Nope. It wouldn’t happen. And ‘Legacy’ proved it.

So ‘Legacy’ is interesting because it’s a compelling confliction they face and would own up to the consequences of - of which we know would only be true if it was themselves rather than each other. But even more so on behalf of their own request - of which Gabrielle acquiesced to. Xena did and would not have.

Was the show about the greater good? Mostly…

I’d rather put it as it was about the greater sacrifice because what’s good about sacrificing with your own end? And if there’s someone that goes beyond or above that for you,… how do you deal? Because you’re not sacrificing with YOUR end. You’re sacrificing with THEIRS. What if they specifically ask you to let them?

Do you ignore it? Or do you respect it? COMPELLING.

[captain-sharkie]

Alright everyone, it's time, hope you guys enjoy a little introduction to this AU! if theres any questions the ask box is open!

Reblogs are appreciated <3

Story under the cut!

Chapter One

Warnings, Blood mentions,

Word count : 1321

A whirring noise hummed through the trees at the lamb rushed past, running through Silk Cradle from a large spider, clutching their arm as they heaved, their legs aching as they ran

Normally the lamb could easily vanquish such a foe, but now? Absolutely not

the spider sprayed acid around the ground in front of the smaller lamb, stopping them in their tracks as the creature cornered them, others following suit

The lamb took a deep breath, closing their eyes as leaves rustled, the wind howling through the area as footsteps approached,

louder, and louder they got before screams rang out amongst the arachnids,

the lamb slowly opened their eyes, wincing before letting out a sigh,

“You always show up at the perfect time…” The lamb sighed, a chuckle rumbling ahead of them, as an ax wielding goat stood before them, wearing a light blue poncho in contrast to the lamb’s red one,

“At least yaint dead Lambert.” The voice spoke, a slight accent to it with a smile.

“What can I say? Wouldn't be the first time.” Lambert hummed, wiping the dirt and blood off,

The two were silent for a few moments before giggles rang out of their mouths,

“What’re you even doing out here?” The goat hummed, the ax slowly fading back into a small crown on top of their head,

“Gathering silk, we’re all out back at the cult.” Lambert spoke bluntly, summoning a large back, “I was just on my way back home actually… before all that.” Lambert huffed,

“Mind if I come along?” The goat asked, the small teal eye of the crown atop his head stared down at the lamb

“Uh… sure!” Lambert shrugged, holding out their right hand,

The two of them closed their eyes as Lambert chanted softly, the dead, gray grass around the duo lit a flame in a white light, consuming the two of them before it burned away, leaving a black ring in the ground beneath where they once stood.

Now stone laid beneath them, a pentagram drawn in dried blood beneath their feet as lush green grass ran through the area

The goat took in the sights, as Lambert took a breath, “Feels good to be home.” dragging the goat forward as worships greeted their leader,

“Oh by the way… goat?” Lambert hummed, The goat just tilted his head, “What's up?”

“Actually… What do I call you? you never told me your name exactly.”

“You never asked.” The goat sighed

“Oh, well…”

“She normally calls me Kidd, if that helps at all.”

“Who?” Lambert raised a brow,

Kidd just groaned, pointing at the crown upon his head as Lambert just scratched their head, mumbling an apology,

“Uh… Leader?” a small dog follower walked up to the two,

“Yeah? What's wrong Thorm?” Lambert asked, concerned.

“Leshy threw poop at Hans while you were gone.”

“Again? Seriously?!” Lambert groaned, Kidd just put a hand over his mouth, holding back a laugh as best as he could.

“Go ahead and wait for me in the temple. I gotta go put Leshy in jail… again.” Lambert groaned, running off

“Oooh-kay.” Kidd hummed, walking towards the temple, watching the grass beneath his feet move as he walked, the sun beamed down, bright and shining amongst the land.

The door to the temple swung open before Kidd could grab the door’s handle, two small kids running out cackling like witches, one chasing another with a wooden stick, dressed as the Lamb.

“Well that sure says something about this place.” Kidd chuckled, walking into the temple and sitting down on the ledge by the podium.

“Hmph… you would think his chosen vessel would be… better at this whole cult thing.” spoke as the crown flew off of Kidd’s head, judging the temple they stood him,

“Madame, give them a break.” Kidd sighed, watching the crown closely inspect the place, “Lambert is new at this whole cult thing.”

The crown huffed, “Suppose so.” floating back, resting in Kidd’s hands,

“Still, glad to know I’m better than him at raising a leader.” The crown chuckled,

“Madame, what happened to being nice? I thought you were kind to mortals and gods alike?” Kidd teased, chuckling as the crown scoffed,

“Child, if you ever catch me being kind to anyone from The Land of The Old Faith, Behead me.” The crown’s eye closed, the ethereal voice from it huffing,

“Who are you talking to?” a scratchy, deep voice spoke from a dark corner, The crown was quick to shut up as Kidd let out a soft bleat,

A figure in white and red robes stood, face veiled with a dark silky fabric,

“No one of importance to you, Death.” Kidd huffed, placing the crown on their head once more,

“Oh, but I believe it is.” Narinder spoke, crouching down as he stood next to Kidd, “Who is brave enough to bad mouth me, as well as Lambert?”

“Curiosity killed the cat y’know.” Kidd spoke, grinning as they looked at Narinder.

Kidd rolled his eyes as the door to the temple swung open, Lambert groaned, walking in, itching their head,

“Oh, Good to finally see you two getting along!” Lambert smiled, as Narinder stood,

“Guess you could say such, Lamb.” Narinder walked off, leaving the temple.

The Lamb sat in the middle of the floor, tossing the bag of silk on the floor, as well as four needles,

“Why are there so many?” Kidd pointed at the knitting needles on the floor,

“Thought you’d wanna help!” Lambert smiled as Kidd shuffled onto the floor, sitting across from Lambert, picking up two needles.

The two of them sat on the creaky wooden floor, turning silk to fabric, and fabric to carefully woven shirts and robes.

“Sooo…. Kidd, why did you wanna come back here with me?” Lambert hummed, raising a curious brow,

“Well…” Kidd sighed, setting the needles down, taking off his crown and gently placing a few shirts on top of it.

“I… I need to speak with you, Narinder and the Bishops.” Kidd sighed,

“Oh! I could go get them-” Lamb quickly got up as their hand was grabbed by Kidd,

“Later, now is not the best of times.” Kidd spoke, motioning to the crown next to them shaking around under the shirt.

“Oh?” Lambert furrowed their brows sitting back down, “I will be here all night.” Kidd huffed

“I do not want any prying eyes watching.” Kidd huffed, removing the shirt from on top of the crown as it flew back on his head.

“Oh! wait let me go check something.” Lambert hummed, standing up as they ran outside before Goat could ask what.

As the door closed an ethereal voice cracked from the crown once more,

“What was that?” spoke the crown,

“What?” Kidd asked, sewing a shirt together.

“What you did!” The voice cried, “Communication was put on pause and I wish to know why Kidd!”

“Oh bah! I only set the crown down briefly!” Kidd groaned, “Must of been interference again, I am rather far from home, aren't I?”

“...You are correct about that…” The voice mumbled, the crown’s teal eye squinting at the goat, circling around their head, yet Kidd held a carefree expression.

“...The eye of this crown makes you look so much larger than you are.”

“What-?”

“You are so small you could fit in my palms! yet you look grown in the eye of this crown.”

“Madame. I’m not a baby.”

“Yet you still are my little Kidd, are you not?”

Just then, the door to the temple swung open, Lamb stood in the light once more,

“Five!” They chuckled,

“What?”

“Five hours until my disciples and I have dinner, you wanna join us?” Lambert spoke,

The crown’s pupil went up and down in a nodding motion,

“Yeah, sure thing Lambert.” Kidd huffed,

“Good! I’ll make extra food then, for now…” Lambert spoke, sitting back down,

“Let’s finish these clothes.” Lambert smiled.

[kheprriverse]

So Ko'jin is worshipped as a moon god, right?

What kind of stories do people come up with? Like do they say the craters are his beds? Do they say his power is weaker on the new moon? That he can't protect you on cloudy night (because he can't see you)?

My brain is craving mythology and the blorbos. I must know!

(if this makes no sense, please be aware I'm half asleep typing this)

Ty for the ask! I will do my best to answer this but it’ll probably only be like… half answering your questions here and mostly me yapping about Ko’jin’s overall role.

Ko’jin’s whole gist as a deity is protection of spirits and Termina as a whole more than anything. Often times if you hear stories of Ko’jin, you’re only really hearing about the Moon Serpent. It’s the most common form the people of Termina ever see of him. Rarely do they ever see the actual deity.

Most people who tend to openly talk about the serpent and spread stories are soldiers (in and out of Termina). While he protects Termina, its widely believed he primarily protects spirits or is at least a guide for them. So many soldiers often give him offerings when/after they’re drafted in hopes that, if they do die on the field, then the serpent will guide them to a good afterlife.

(His deal with spirits is one half of his “judgement” title, the other being his role of a bounty hunter of sorts.)

Stories that are usually given to children or general public are usually legends of his grand battles with other deities done in the protection of Termina. Or stories to explain meteor showers. This also relates to Moon’s Tears which is often believed to be from the serpent falling. So the stone itself is highly sought after because its often thought it would protect them. (It wouldn’t be completely wrong to assume this either since he does technically have an odd effect on those rocks and they have a strong magic.)

Also I wanted to poke the “power is weaker on new moons” thing because its mostly true. His followers mostly give him offerings/pray to him at shrines and whatnot during full moons (the festival dedicated to his return is usually on a super moon, which happens over termina yearly). The fuller the moon the more he’s able to channel his powers and the faster he can regenerate magic, which is why the Moon Serpent primarily appears on full moons (and why it’s a common belief that he’s weaker on new moons).

Also his “job” that he has regarding spirits and protecting or guiding them. After his return he has a lot of catching up to do, like a lot. He travels the world in the form of the Moon Serpent to collect spirits (and poes) and bring safely them to an “afterlife”. I really want to get into this bit more eventually as it plays into the rest of the au a lot and how it works. But I’m unsure if I should atm. Ig that’d depend if anyone wants to hear me yap about that too.

^ basically theres no way any of his followers would even know whats actually happening outside of speculation. They take what they do see (the serpent guiding spirits, the serpent protecting termina, the serpent descending from the full moon) and base their stories and faith off that (as well as any historical records and artifacts, which I think a lot of legends would have come from).

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helloo! can you make a smut headcanons for ran. thank you!

ask and you shall receive 🪷

cw : public sex, mention of substance usage, dacryphilia, objectification. fem bodied reader.

boyfriend! ran haitani who was a total whore for public sex, the thought of getting caught while balls deep in his princess sent blood rushing to his cock..it fired him up.

you were accompanying ran at another bonten meeting upon request from the one and only ran haitani himself. nothing good ever came out of attending a bonten meeting with him, nothing holy atleast. each time you went with him, it was something new. sometimes his hands would ghost over your plush thighs, slowly inching near your lingere he had specifically picked out for you to wear under saint laurent dress. other times he’d yank your panties off and pocket them, leaving you bare and sopping at a table amongst several other men and their dates.

although you knew tonight would be no different, you were a bit shocked when ran inserted a small pink remote controlled vibrator inside of your pussy. you looked at ran with a scared look.. “he wouldn’t, theres no way.” you thought to yourself as anticipation took over your body.

after arriving to the designated area, about 20 minutes pass before ran begins his antics. he couldn’t help himself, you were his cute little plaything and you were all dolled up for him..you made it so irresistible for him >.< with one hand holding the remote control in his pocket and the other holding onto a tightly rolled blunt, he switched the on button. you immediately yelped as you had been caught off guard, you were having a simple conversation with your good friend rindou..what was wrong ?

“y/n ? everything okay ?” rindou asks curiously.

“ m’ fine rin, i think something b-bit my leg.” you stammered as ran continuously switched the on and off button, not giving you any time to get yourself situated. you were pretty sure you noticed a smirk plastered on ran’s face as you shoot dirty looks at him, why would he do that ?! you’re dragged out of your thoughts as ran switches the on button again, and this is how the whole night out goes. ran continuously teasing you as he watched his co workers send you questioning looks.

you’d excuse yourself to the restroom after you’d had enough of ran’s games and of course, he’d follow behind you. he’d bend you over the restroom sink and take you there. he couldn’t help himself, you had him pussy whipped. how could he wait until you two got home ? home was toooo far away.

boyfriend! ran haitani who’d have you cockwarm him while hes sitting at his desk in his office filling out “important” papers. “no moving until i say so princess, you know the rules.” he whispers into your ears as you squirm and writhe underneath him.

boyfriend! ran haitani who you have to beg for mercy in the bedroom. the overstimulation is absolutely crazy, you’re crying into his pillows without even realizing it.

“you can give me another one, cant you princess ?” he mumbles as he shamelessly laps at your clit while fingering you with his middle and ring fingers.

“i think im - ngh, shit, ran !” you moaned as his hum in reply sends vibrations to your clit, you’re on your fourth orgasm for the night, you’re this close to tapping out.

boyfriend! ran haitani who paid for your nail sets every two weeks so you could jack him off with your pretty hands. he loved looking down at you pump his cock with a fresh manicure, it almost has him cumming on the spot. you always loved watching the pre-cum dribble down his flushed tip.

boyfriend! ran haitani who praises your body any chance he gets.

“i dont think ill ever be able to get over your body, princess.”

“you look so good in that dress, makin’ me wanna take you here. the things you do to me, dove.”

boyfriend! ran haitani who prefers long sessions over quickes. ran doesn’t mind a quickie here and there, he loves them actually but what sense does it make if he cant take his time with you ? he wants to worship every part of your body, taste every nook and cranny..how could he do all that with a simple quickie ?

boyfriend! ran haitani who loves using you like a sex doll, he adored fucking using your face to get himself off. the fat tears that rolled down your cheeks would just help bring him over edge as he released himself down your throat. he just couldn’t believe it,his dick had to be that good to have you crying over it.

boyfriend! ran haitani who is definitely intimate in the moment. he’s definitely passionate and isn’t afraid to show it, he’d groan into your ears about how wet your pussy is, how well you’re taking him, etc. he’d definitely tease you too.

“i've barely even touched you and you’re already drenched, were you hoping for me to fuck this slutty little cunt? huh ?”