#valkyrie x fem!reader

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Their Princess

Mob bosses!Wandanat x Carol, Valkyrie, and Kate x fem!reader

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Dom/sub dynamics, R refers to Wanda and Natasha as Mommy and Daddy, Overstimulation, polyamory, slight exhibitionism, training/conditioning(implied), objectification, jealousy/envy, orgasm control, aftercare

Authors notes: Fuck I've never written anything like this before and I struggled a bit with it. Thank you @scarlethexelove for helping me figure out what I'd be doing with everyone and how to end it.

You loved being their princess. 

Wanda and Natasha, the powerful mob bosses who run the city with elegance and terror, have a soft spot for you. They made it clear that you're their favorite plaything, cherished and protected. Their desire for you is known to all in their inner circle, and when they’re off handling serious business, they make sure you’re well taken care of—especially during meetings that might take longer than expected.

Today was no different. The luxurious house, well practically a mansion, where they housed you was immaculate, all sleek marble, soft rugs, and leather furniture, everything pristine as a reflection of their control over the world outside. 

You had the place to yourself for the most part, but not entirely. Wanda and Natasha left you in the care of three members of their trusted circle: Carol, Val, and Kate.

While you had been left in their hands for protection, it quickly became apparent they had other things in mind.

Carol leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed, her short blonde hair mussed up in that effortless way, the corner of her mouth curled in amusement as she watched you. 

Val lounged casually in a nearby chair, swirling a glass of bourbon, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. Kate, meanwhile, sat beside you on the couch, her posture deceptively relaxed. But you could feel the tension brewing between them.

“So,” Carol said, breaking the silence, “how do you feel about killing time with us until our two bosses come back?” Her eyes raked over you slowly taking in the little outfit Wanda had decided today. A short plaid skirt, a tight low cut top, and a pair of cute slip-on sneakers.

You shifted under their gazes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. There was no mistaking their intent. They had been instructed to watch over you, but they clearly had other plans.

Val set her glass down and leaned forward, her smirk widening. “I’d say we’re more than capable of keeping you occupied,” she purred, her voice low and teasing.

Kate’s hand moved to your thigh, her fingers tracing soft patterns on your skin. Your legs instinctively opened, making you bite the inside of your lip. “What do you think?” she asked, her voice playful. “They won’t be back for a while.”

You swallowed, glancing nervously between the three of them. You knew Wanda and Natasha were possessive. You were their favorite, after all. But a part of you couldn’t deny the excitement rushing through your veins.

Val noticed your hesitation and chuckled. “Don’t worry, darling. We won’t tell if you don’t.”

Carol’s smirk deepened as she pushed off the doorframe, moving to join you on the couch, sitting on your other side. “They’ll understand,” she murmured, her fingers brushing your cheek, tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. “You’re theirs, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun while they’re gone.”

Kate, already leaning close, pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, her lips warm against your skin. “We’ll take good care of you,” she whispered.

The combination of their closeness and the promises in their eyes made your pulse quicken. Carol’s grip on your chin tightened slightly as her gaze darkened, while Val’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched, clearly enjoying your predicament. Kate’s fingers slid higher up your thigh, and you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through you.

“I wonder who’s going to leave the most memorable impression,” Val mused with a sly smile, standing up and circling the couch, her eyes never leaving you. “Or maybe it’ll be a little of all of us.”

Your breath hitched, your body betraying you as Carol leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. “We’re going to have so much fun, sweetheart.”

Kate's hand finally found its spot over your panties, rubbing tight circles against you and pulling a moan out of your lips. Your head lulled back and went to the side as Carol’s lips moved up your neck. Val’s hands found your chest. Pinching your nipples making more moans spill out your lips.

Just as the tension between all of you reached its peak, the sound of the penthouse door unlocking echoed through the room. All eyes snapped toward the entrance, where Wanda and Natasha stepped inside, looking as imposing as ever.

Wanda’s sea-glass eyes swept over the scene, taking in the way you were surrounded by their trusted companions. Natasha’s deep green gaze narrowed slightly as her lips curled into a knowing smile.

“Seems like we’re interrupting,” Natasha remarked, her voice smooth but dangerous.

Wanda raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at her lips. “We leave for one meeting, and you all start without us?”

The three women quickly backed off, looking both amused and a little apprehensive under the gazes of the mob bosses.

Wanda approached you first, cupping your cheek with a possessive touch. “Did they behave themselves?” she asked softly, but the glint in her eyes warned that she already knew the answer.

Natasha came to stand behind you, her hands resting on your shoulders, squeezing them gently. “Don’t worry, printsessa. You’re still ours,” she whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Natasha looks at the three of them before moving over to the loveseat. Letting her muscular arm rest along the back, you felt yourself throb seeing her veins. 

“Go on you three. Show us what you can do.” Tasha speaks as she motions Wanda to come sit with her. 

Carol was the first to move, pulling out her strap as she lifted you. She sat herself down and then you on her lap, letting you slowly sink down onto her cock.

She had you facing outward. Seeing Wanda and Natasha watch you like their favorite movie while Kate came back over. Moving between your legs and letting her lips wrap around your clit; sucking, making you moan out and your head lull back before Val is grabbing your face and guiding you to her strap. 

You let your lips wrap around the faux cock just as you do with Wanda and Tasha. Moans and whimpers come out of you.

Build up after build up happens, but you know there won't be a release not from these three. You're fuzzy and your vision is a little blurry as you look at Mommy. 

Wanda is giving you a faux pout, "Go on detka, say it." And you whine out  

"I need Mommy and Daddy to cum!" You cry out. You're overstimulated by all the build up. You knew they'd been training you, but you never thought it would actually work. 

"Stop." Natasha demands of the others. They all immediately stop what they are doing. 

"Let us show you three how it's really done." Wanda walks to you.  

You're already all hazy and needy, so you're reaching out for Wanda, and she picks you up right out of Carol’s lap. You can feel her strap and Nat comes up behind you, whispering in your ear, "You need Mommy and Daddy? How about you ride Mommy while Daddy fucks you in the ass?"

All you can do is let out a high-pitched whine and nuzzle into Wanda. 

"Those aren't words princess." Tasha whispers in your ear.

"Please let me ride Mommy while Daddy fucks my ass..." You whine out and the two mob bosses smirk at each other. 

"Good girl." Wanda kisses your head. Taking the both of you to the couch. She positions herself, laying down with you hovering over her strap. Nat climbs up behind you. 

Nat pushes inside of you first and you practically cum just from that. Then Wanda is pulling you down onto her. You're already trembling from them filling you up.

It's all overwhelming but not enough at the same time. You just desperately need them. 

"Pl-please... Mommy, Daddy, need you." You whine out. 

"Oh our poor girl just needs to be used. Doesn't she?" Wanda asks and you nod frantically. 

"Yes Mommy please need you both to use me." And the two of them don't hesitate on their thrusts. Fucking you brainless. You end up losing track of how many times you've cum before both of them empty into you. 

You collapse onto Wanda as Nat pulls out to go clean up and grab something for you two. You blink a few times and see the other three girls, naked and looking just as blissed out as you. You'd completely forgotten they were there watching.

Wanda runs her fingers up and down your spine. To sooth you as you nuzzle into her chest. She kisses your head. "Such a good girl for Mommy and Daddy. Such a good toy." She mumbles against your head. 

It sends a shiver through you. She'd do it every time to ground you back down. You smile and close your eyes. Wanda looked over at the other three girls. "See that's how you make her cum. Though it was a losing game you were playing. We trained her months ago only to cum for us, by us." 

The girls all let out a groan as they lay in a mess of tangled limbs. You let out a little whine, nuzzling and hiding your face against Wanda. She chuckles and shushes you.  

Natasha walks back in with bottles of water and some snacks. 

"Come on all of you, water, snacks, time for some aftercare." Luckily for everyone the couch was enormous and though you wanted to stay with Wanda you lean up and whisper in her ear, 

"Can I snuggle with Kate?" Wanda furrows her brow a moment, but then she notices the slightly hurt expression on Kate's face as Val and Carol get comfy together. 

"Go on princess. I've got Tasha." You smile and kiss her before grabbing a blanket and Kate's hand. She's taken by surprise as you pull the two of you over to the chaise and get comfy. 

Everyone gets comfy as light flickers from the fireplace and Wanda puts on one of her favorite sitcoms. 

You nuzzle into Kate as you slowly drift in and out of sleep. The room is peaceful, with everyone comfortable and snuggled up. 

Everyone slowly drifted off to sleep. The last thing on your mind being, it was worth catching Wanda's eyes at the diner that day.

[moonstruckme]

hello mae! you said that you’re tentatively thinking about doing poly! jily? how about them x shy!reader who is used to spending holidays alone but now that she’s in a relationship, James and Lily wanna give her experiences of like carving pumpkins, baking cookies, or something like that.

just cute and domestic fall activities!! I hope that’s enough.

Thank you for requesting lovely!

poly!Jily x shy!reader ♡ 845 words

You smile, and James plants his lips on your cheek just before the flash. 

“Perfect,” Lily says while the camera whirs. She takes the photo it spits out, going to stow it in a shady corner of the porch. 

“Now one with you,” James urges. 

“No.” Lily waves him off as you second James’ request. “How would we get all of us and our pumpkins in it?” 

“James has long arms,” you say.

"Yeah, Evans." James grabs you roughly around the shoulders, making your face heat even as you smile. "I have long arms. Give it here."

After some debate Lily hands over the camera. James holds it out as far as he can, waiting until you’re all holding up your jack-o-lanterns before pressing the button. 

It goes beside the other photo, waiting for the film to develop. You know as soon as it does, both photos will be clustered in with the others on James and Lily’s fridge, held up by magnets beginning to lose their strength under the weight of so many. Lily has always liked to take pictures, and ever since you got together she’s been cramming ones of you into every empty space. This relationship is relatively new for you, and most days you’re still trying to figure out where you fit, but Lily and James do everything to make you feel welcome. In a million tiny ways, they show you all the time that they care just as much for you as they do for each other. 

James looks between your pumpkins pridefully. “Whose do we think turned out the best?” 

“Lily’s,” you say at the same time as Lily says, “Mine.” 

James’ mouth falls open. “Mine was good too!”

“Sorry, Jamie.” You give his shoulder a consoling pat. “Hers is just better.” 

The fact of the matter is, your girlfriend was simply patient where you and James were not. She outlined her jack-o-lantern’s face beforehand in marker, used a small knife to achieve the curvatures of one heart-shaped eye and one winking one, and took the time to make the edges of her cuts look nice and clean. James and you, however, tried to freehand things with much larger knives; it had not gone quite so well. 

“I think there should be points for creativity,” says James, frowning at his botched pumpkin. He’d tried to give it round eyes, and in the process accidentally cut more than he meant to. The result is jagged and vaguely upsetting, so eventually he decided it was an ill pumpkin and trailed its entrails out of its mouth so it looks like it’s vomiting pumpkin guts. 

“It was a very creative solution,” Lily tells James. And to you, “You did really well for your first time, too, sweetheart.” 

You snort. Yours is nearly as bad as James’. Both of your partners had to show you how to saw through the pumpkin flesh more than once to keep you from yanking the knife out and stabbing yourself. After many tutorials, you’d managed two triangle-shaped eyes, but the teeth you’d tried to put in your jack-o-lantern’s mouth had fallen out, so now it just looks like a rather simplistic, very upbeat face. 

“You did,” Lily insists, but she’s repressing a laugh too as she looks down at your pumpkin. “It’s cute.” 

“It looks like something a five-year-old could have done,” you acknowledge. 

“You and a five-year-old have about the same amount of experience carving pumpkins, so that’s not really so bad,” says James. He reaches for the polaroids Lily took. “Let’s see how these turned out.” 

“James Potter,” Lily’s voice goes sharp, “don’t you dare touch those with your slimy hands.” 

“Okay, alright.” James holds his hands up in the air. He stands instead, backing away slowly like Lily has him at gunpoint. “C’mon, lovie, let’s go fish the seeds out in the sink.” 

“What for?” you ask, following him as he carries your large bowl of pumpkin entrails inside. 

“If you separate the seeds and roast them, you can eat them.” James raises his eyebrows at you. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had pumpkin seeds before.” 

“Nope.” 

“Ugh. You poor, deprived girl.” James takes your face in his hands, and you smile despite the slick feeling of his pumpkin-y fingers on your cheeks. His eyebrows scrunch pityingly as he kisses above your nose. “We’ll right that wrong today, sweetheart, don’t you worry.” 

“You haven’t been missing out on much,” Lily says, slipping past the two of you with your photos. She wedges them underneath a magnet on the fridge. “It’s a lot of effort for a snack.” 

“She only says that because she can’t stand the guts,” James tells you conspiratorially. 

“Really?” You mash your hands into the stringy pumpkin bits. “I kind of like them.” 

Lily makes a face. “They’re all slimy and weird. And sticky.” 

“Wimp,” James teases. 

“You’ve just called them guts, James. In what world does that sound appealing?” 

“Angel,” James says in a quiet voice, “you’ll protect me, won’t you?” 

You frown at him. “Why?” 

He picks up a small mass of pumpkin guts and lobs it at your girlfriend. 

“James!”

[xjulixred45x]

Hello and may i ask if its okay to request, if so? Can you do ROR x reader?

Poseidon (romance or yandere) With Reader who's like Amphitrite from the greek Mythology. Maybe like a long drabble/fic, in their 1st meeting?

In Greek mythology, Amphitrite was the goddess of the sea and the wife of Poseidon, the god of the sea. She was also the mother and Queen of sea life like fish, seals, and dolphins. Amphitrite was originally a Nereid, or sea nymph, and the eldest of the 50 Nereids. one of the 50 (or 100) daughters (the Nereids) of Nereus and Doris (the daughter of Oceanus).

Reader known for being "shy" and doesn't like being caught. She's afraid of being married because she's heard stories about how most of gods treat their wives/partners. She's independent and gentle but not a pushover & has a protective/brave side (only to her family and sea life). She prefers a quiet life and is content as long as she is treated well.

In how their 1st meet: (though you can change some of these if you like) When Poseidon was looking for a marriage partner. Poseidon first laid eyes on Amphitrite while she was dancing at low tide with her sisters on the isle of Naxos. He immediately fell in love with her and asked for her hand in marriage. Amphitrite, heard of rumors of him and She's quite fearful of his tempestuous nature, refused his advances everytime they met and she tried to fled from him.

(Thank you in advance)

oh, i absolulty LOVE when the fandom uses Amphitrite as Poseidon s/o, its just scratch my brain just fine.

Poseidón x Amphitrite! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: Poseidon can be a warning himself (he is trying, okay?), Reader is scared of him so she runs away, some Angst with comfort.

• Doris and Nereus were known for having a prolific offspring, having in their repertoire very strong sons and beautiful daughters, ocean nymphs known as Nereids. Some had a specific purpose, others simply enjoyed the life they had in the ocean, and very few really did not want to attract attention, given their status and natural beauty.

• However, as with everything, there are exceptions. That was the category that she, Amphitrite, fell into the most.

• Don't get me wrong, Amphitrite loved exploring, messing around with humans, and dancing just as much as any of her sisters, however, she was painfully aware of how complicated it was to be a nymph in the Greek pantheon. If any nymph caught the attention of a god, she ended up either cursed or turned into some animal or plant. There were no happy endings for them out there, not with the gods.

• And even if they could survive to marry a god, there was no guarantee that it would be a happy marriage in the long run, just look at the kind of relationships the gods had with each other. Zeus and Hera, constantly arguing every time a new demi-god appeared on earth. Or Hades and Persephone, who couldn't even spend the whole year together. Who would choose to live through that suffering on purpose?

• Because of that, Amphitrite decided to spend time with her sisters instead of potentially exposing herself to the band of vultures that were the gods of Olympus. Even if the idea of finding someone for herself didn't sound bad (on the contrary, it sounded nice), she wouldn't allow herself to be trapped in a Golden cage.

• Unfortunately (or fortunately, however you want to look at it), she had no idea of the issues that were being discussed on Mount Olympus, specifically, regarding a certain god.

• Poseidon, the tyrant of the seas, seemed more angry and unpredictable every day. Even if Zeus and Hades knew how to prevent things from getting worse, that wouldn't always work, they couldn't keep an eye on him all the time. They had to find a solution to their problem, right now.

• Fortunately, Hades had been studying his little brother's behavior very closely, and he noticed that there was a pattern, he always stopped the storms in a certain area, near the island of Naxos.

• An area which was known, where several of Doris and Nereus' daughters could be seen dancing. It was a kind of custom that they had every time they were on the shores of that city. And it seems that Poseidon was quite interested in that (or, rather, one of Nereus' daughters)

• This could be a golden opportunity to solve the problem, and at the same time, finally get Poseidon a permanent companion, who, somehow, would keep him in line.

• Hades and Zeus discussed it, and decided to put this idea into action. Telling Poseidon that they were going to Naxos to settle a “matter” with Nereus and since it was his domain, they needed him (neither brother missed how Poseidon seemed more interested than usual in a diplomatic interaction)

• They even had the “luck” that when they went to Naxos, there were several of Nereus and Doris’ daughters, as always, dancing on the shores.

• Much to Nereus’ surprise (while Zeus and Hades were rather amused), Poseidon didn’t seem interested in getting involved with whatever his brothers told him, at that moment, he just focused on watching the Nereids. Or, rather, one specific one, Amphitrite.

• Yep, she was, the woman who had caught his brother’s attention, the one who was able to make the feared tyrant of the seas calm for the first time in how many centuries. They knew they had to act now, or they might lose this opportunity. However, Zeus was the one who decided to bring it up with Nereus.

• He briefly explained the situation, that Poseidon could use a partner, and that it would be of great help to them if Nereus would be so kind as to introduce him to his daughters. Obviously Nereus wasn't going to try to argue with the god of the universe, even if he wanted to plead for his daughters, he gave in, afraid of the repercussions.

• A part of Poseidon wanted to strangle Zeus for his stupid ruse, but on the other hand, he played along without much thought, almost as if he was eager to choose the "lucky" nymph who would be his wife.

• Amphitrite saw all this happen before her eyes, a part of her wanted to run away on the spot, but she had the slightest hope, the smallest one, that the god of the seas wouldn't choose her as a partner. But that hope didn't seem very big, not when she could feel the tyrant of the seas staring at her, very intensely, as she walked to her father's side.

• Amphitrite wanted to be calm, she wished she wasn't so scared, after all, he hadn't done anything wrong yet, right? But Poseidon's name alone made even the bravest tremble, it was like a sign that, whatever this god's intentions were, it wouldn't end well for her.

• And that was what she felt, when Poseidon, without hesitation, pointed at her at the moment of choosing between her sisters, she felt her heart sink, how it was difficult for her to breathe air, she had to get out of there, think about it, but she had to be FAR AWAY—

• Before anyone could stop her, Amphitrite jumped into the water at the shore, and swam out to sea at full speed, to everyone's surprise.

• Obviously, Poseidon isn't happy with this. Almost offended by the nymph's behavior, he seems to make the seas even more unstable in his search.

• On one such day, Hades appears to try to appease him, after all, what kind of image will he be giving to his future wife, if his response to an inconvenience is to throw a tantrum?

• Hades tries to make Poseidon see things from Amphitrite's point of view, so that he doesn't scare her so much the next time they meet. When it seems that Poseidon understood enough, Hades gives him another piece of valuable information; Amphitrite's location. Poseidon left in such a big hurry that it didn't even occur to him to reproach his brother for not telling him right away.

• Amphitrite, meanwhile, only dedicated herself to collecting the snails within reach, staying out of sight thanks to some sea rocks. Not really knowing what to do next, only praying that Poseidon would lose interest in her soon so she could return home.

• However, she didn't expect to start receiving company.

• At first, it was just some small sea animals, like crabs and turtles. They approached her as if trying to cheer her up, make her feel better. Then other animals started coming (as the tides rose), like sea horses, fish, etc.

• Amphitrite didn't really know what to do at first, afraid that they would betray her to the gods, but the animals didn't seem to have hostile intentions, on the contrary, they made her forget for a moment why she was there.

• However, Amphitrite wasn't naive. While she was petting a dolphin on the shore, still covered by the rocks of the sea, she decided to ask a question in the air, about whether this was his way of saying he was sorry. No answer.

• Okay, it seems that he is not very talkative (at least they have that in common), time to try another topic.

• Amphitrite complimented the appearance of the dolphin that demanded her attention on her lap, also highlighting his playful attitude. This time there was a response, even if it was brief, about how additionally, they were intelligent.

• They stayed like that for a while, Amphitrite pointing out both the positive and negative aspects of marine animals, it was strange, even knowing who was answering, she no longer felt the same fear as before when being near him. Is he really the same god? The same one who caused storms, earthquakes and tsunamis, was also talking to her about the fauna of his domain? It was something unbelievable.

• Eventually, Amphitrite decided to face the elephant in the room. She asked him if this was his way of convincing her to accept him as a husband, if so, what assured her that she would not be a trophy wife? What assured her that she would not have a miserable existence?

• The other side of the conversation was silent for a moment, when Amphitrite was losing hope, finally the god spoke.

• He told her some things that she had not noticed, things that he noticed when he saw her(several times) in Naxos. How she cared so much about her family, how she liked to collect seashells and shiny things from the shores to make ornaments after dancing, how gentle she was with the creatures. It was something he could never understand, but it brought him peace to see her.

• Amphitrite didn't know what to say, this was something she genuinely didn't expect, not from the tyrant of the seas at least. Maybe, just maybe, she could try this, maybe she could take the chance, maybe things could be okay, with him.

• If we talk about the relationship after these events, it's much better than many think.

• I say this because every time Poseidon says he's married, you can feel a general aura of concern for the woman, which, while very effective in annoying the tyrant of the seas, the only one who can prevent it from turning into carnage is Amphitrite.

• She has a comfortable life, not only because of the aspects of being royalty and ruling one of the three domains of the Greek pantheon alongside her husband, but she is generally enjoying this kind of life.

• Amphitrite and Poseidon have good communication (ironic given how it was their first time meeting), so while Amphitrite has luxuries and comforts, they are also adapted to her tastes.

• Her crown, for example, was made by herself, with a mix of starfish, pearls and shells. Poseidon gave her as a wedding gift a specific area of his palace so she could be with her favorite sea creatures. And, above all, Amphitrite could come and go as she pleased, dancing with her sisters in Naxos, touring the coasts of Greece, etc.

• (I like to think that Amphitrite also enjoys dancing in the palace, sometimes Poseidon just shows up and stares at her in the doorway)

• Poseidon is someone difficult for everyone to read, but Amphitrite is probably the only one who knows what he is thinking (and vice versa), which makes it of UTMOST IMPORTANCE that she attends her brothers' events with him (neither of them wants to go, but there is no option. They either leave early or make an excuse together to stay with the sea animals).

• Fortunately, the seas are much calmer and less deadly now, but be careful, not all of Amphitrite's charm can retain her husband's character. Although a part of me says she prefers it that way.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[mias-blogs]

𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 — 𝑁𝑖𝑘𝑜𝑙𝑎 — 𝑂𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

CW: Overstimilation, fem reader, sub reader, mean Nikola, vaginal sex, cervix fucking (a lil), passing out

Tears run down your face as you try to stay conscious, the man above you repeatedly slamming his cock in your poor pussy, your nails scratch his back, trying to get him to stop but to no avail, “ Aw, like that?” he whispers in a teasing voice as he holds your face, smirking at the blissful expression you have on, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth as your eyes roll back, coming for the nth time in a row.

“ Ni— ahh! Please..!” your can barely talk as you look up at him, or at least try, your eyes to blurry from your tears and your mind dizzy, shutting your eyes tightly as you try to not make too much noise, which doesn't make the scientist too pleased, he pauses for a moment, lifting your legs up slightly before starting to pull out, you let out a sigh of relief which gets stuck in your throat when he slams all the way back in again, his tip rubbing against your cervix.

You whine, your hands sliding down from his shoulders to loosely hold onto his biceps, not having the strength to resist any longer, “ Come on.. Just a little more— take it, darling, just take one more..” he whispers in your ear, making you whine, tears sliding from the side of your face, shaking your head as you try to talk, your words coming out in broken parts— not that he was listening to you anyway.

“ So tight.. could use this pretty little cunt all day.” he whispers, the words coming in from one of your ears and right out the other, not even processing what he said as you go dumb on his cock, how it fills you up and how it stretches you out, making you feel empty everytime he pulls out, your eyes are almost closed, your on the edge of passing out, the overstimulation too much to bare at this point.

“ Darling, come on, don't go passing out on me.” he scolds gently as he makes your face turn towards him, his other hand slipping in between the two of you, rubbing your clit teasing, earning a weak whine as your legs weakly kick around, your body squirming helplessness as he continues to do it, making you come all over his cock again, “ Stwop! *hiccup* ‘s too much—!” your words are cut short as he changes his pace, losing the fast movements but pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, slamming against your cervix.

“ Shh.. Shush, dear.” he mumbled before continuing, “ Niko! ‘s too deep!” you whine, your legs trying to kick around once again, “ No ‘s not..” he replied in a mocking whiny tone, smirking at the mess he's made of you, your mind a complete mess and your poor pussy getting tormented by his cock, used like a perfect little toy he can fuck and ruin as much as he wants.

He slowly starts getting close to his own release, his hands traveling around your body until he gets ahold of your hips, slamming them down in his cock as he starts to pick up his pace once again, you come almost immediately, too sensitive to handle it anymore, the man groans before he cums inside of you, slowly pulling out to see you combined fluids slowly drip out of your abused pussy, he smirks at his work, “I've made quite the mess, haven't I?... darling?” his eyes shoot up to look at your face, “ Someone's out like a light..” he mumbled with a smile, he needs to do this more often.

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Hey there, can I request for ROR anubis x modern reader where the reader is bored and try to summon anubis for fun and think it wouldn't work, but it end up working and now there a random Anubis in her room feel free to add what after this ~ thank you

A/N: Gladly anon! I'd love to write about silly little nubby. Hope it's what you wanted ♡

The unlikely jackal-headed companion 🐺🎃

Ror!Anubis x fem!reader

➩ A modern day girl who's favourite interest had always been Egyptian mythology, especially the god Anubis.

Found her adult life to be rather boring, so when she stumbled upon a website that could help her summon these ancient gods.

For fun she tries it, not expecting it to work until she is proven wrong and now Anubis himself has entered the mortal realm, as well as her home.

➩ Reader type: fem!reader.

⚠: Platonic & Romantic Fluff!!

In a small suburban town, nestled between towering buildings and grey streets, lived a young lonesome woman named y/n.

She was currently seated in her room adorned with posters of ancient Egyptian art and books, filled with its fascinating mythology, gods and history.

Something y/n had been fond of ever since she was a child.

But life as an adult was rather boring now, with work and other tasks keeping her away from her interests and hobbies.

Until y/n felt that sudden urge of curiosity again, rushing through her mind and body.

Soon enough y/n found herself engrossed scrolling online, stumbling upon an online tutorial on summoning the ancient Egyptian gods.

Half out of scepticism and half out of sheer boredom, y/n decided to try the summoning ritual for Anubis.

After all, Anubis was one of her favourite deities. Y/n chuckled at the stupidity and the fact this wasn't going to work.

Because it wouldn't, right?

She gathered the necessary items - candles, incense, and a makeshift altar adorned with skulls and other trinkets she found around the house.

Thinking to herself:

"If Anubis really does exist he would definitely like these, hah!"

As y/n chanted the ancient words she had gotten from the website, with a hint of amusement, she never expected anything to happen.

But to her surprise, a sudden wind and glow enveloped the room, and a mysterious figure materialised before her.

Anubis, the god of the afterlife with his jackal head, stood before her in all his majestic glory.

Y/n eyes widened in disbelief as she stumbled backward, tripping and falling to the ground. Her heart was racing in her chest, more than ever before.

"W-What..?! That wasn't supposed to-"

Y/n stutters to herself, trying to keep her cool as she shakes uncontrollably at Anubis's presence.

Anubis, as he looked around the room slowly, taking in his new surroundings was still barely visible to really make out. Because of the sudden glow to have hit the room.

While trying to adjust her sight, y/n was certain Anubis was here to collect her soul or at least judge her heart for having called upon him as a joke.

However, to her shock when the god spoke, he sounded rather thrilled to be there.

"Well, this was unexpected and delightful!" he exclaimed, his voice resonating through the room.

It wasn't as deep and booming as y/n had imagined it sounding like.

In fact, he sounded like an excited puppy who somehow knew how to talk.

Did she hit her head when she fell and was now dreaming, or perhaps even worse had she gone mad?

Unused to being summoned in the modern world, Anubis continues to look around with childlike wonder, his dark eyes sparkling.

Y/n was almost left with her mouth wide open when she finally got to see and admire the god before her.

His head wasn't actually the head of a jackal, but instead it was his headwear!

Underneath all that he was a handsome man, with dark tanned skin, sharp teeth and piercings on his chin, but also tongue.

Y/n had to gulp and blush slightly to herself, for some reason feeling embarrassed about this humanoid form of his.

Noticing y/n's bewilderment, Anubis approached her closer with a grin, offering his hand to help the woman up.

"Greetings, mortal! I am Anubis, the guardian of the afterlife. What brings you to summon me today?"

Stammering, y/n managed to grab a hold of the gods hand reluctantly while replying, she was scared his sharp nails or claws would touch her at first.

"I... I didn't really think this would work, please forgive me my lord!"

Anubis chuckled lightly, his soft laughter was admittedly very cute making y/n's heart skip a little beat.

"The whims of mortals! Fear not, if this wasn't a part of your plan I totally understand! But if you don't mind me asking, what assistance can I be to you then?"

With a nervous expression, y/n took a deep breath and the chance to think about it.

What could she possibly come up with to make Anubis, a literal god's time, be worth the while in the mortals realm?

"I suppose..somehow entertain me? If that isn't too much to ask for of course!! It's just that, these days are quite uneventful.."

Y/n to ease her nerves starts twirling some of her hair using her index finger.

A common habit she did whenever she needed a distraction.

Anubis, realising the woman was still tense, smirks to himself and thinks about a way to help her.

"Then I am here to make your mundane day more thrilling, my lady! I see your room is decorated with quite a few familiar things."

He happily pointed out, already seeing y/n's eyes light up at his comment and sharp eye.

"Oh really?! I'm so glad you find them familiar, I was afraid it would look weird to you somehow, considering I'm not from ancient Egypt!"

"Hey, don't worry about it, I love seeing people appreciate my culture."

"Phew, what a relief..!"

"But a particular reason why I am your favourite~?" Anubis without warning teased y/n, raising his eyebrow as his face leaned in close to hers.

It felt like her whole body was about to explode and her face turned red.

Damn it! She should have prepared herself for this question considering the jackal headed gods depiction was included almost everywhere!

"W-Well, you are my favourite..!"

Y/n responded in a panic, was he seriously playing with her right now?

Was this a way to catch her off guard or to test her in some way or another?

Before y/n could say anything any further, Anubis, ever the playful deity, leaped into the air out of pure happiness.

"Yippee~!!" The god exclaimed as he accidentally landed near her.

The sudden weight caused y/n to lose her balance, and she tumbled onto the bed alongside the ancient god.

"Oh uh..that was an accident, I didn't mean to scare or get that excited!"

Anubis pleaded, genuinely upset about his actions. He quickly got off y/n but all the woman could do was sigh as she had accepted her new fate.

"Honestly, this is already keeping me entertained enough."

[blueblossomrose]

Pairing: Jack the Ripper / Jack Smith x Fem!Reader

Content: fem!reader, reader is kind of oblivious to everything and doesn't realize that Jack likes her. 'Fluffy' with lots of macabre writing touches because it's Jack, obviously. It is impossible to talk about Jack without talking about murder. Mentions of blood, obsession (but not exactly from Jack's side), spoilers for Jack's spin-off. Yet, this is a fanfic and differs some things from canon.

Note(s): I posted this in my Shuumatsu book on Wattpad and thought it was good here too and all 😭

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

[Name] smiled happily after finishing a delicious strawberry cake recipe. The sweet aroma of fresh fruit and freshly baked dough filled the small kitchen, illuminated by a soft golden light of the evening that passed through the flowery curtains of the window.

“Hmmm, it looks delicious! Now I just have to try it.” Before she could finish the sentence, a shiver ran down her spine when she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, a silhouette standing on the balcony. The spatula slipped from her hand and fell to the floor with a dry sound. “Mr. Smith!” she exclaimed in surprise, putting her hands to her chest, her heart racing. Jack was there, elegantly bowed, his blood-red top hat in his hands, his coat of the same shade swaying slightly in the cold night breeze.

“Please forgive me. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jack said in a melodic voice, his previously somber face now softened by a gentle smile. "I was walking through these charming streets, lost in thought... I ended up tripping and had a little accident," he touched the side of his abdomen, discreetly revealing the dried blood stain staining the gray fabric of his Victorian suit. "I remembered that you lived around here and thought I could ask for a little help…"

Her eyes widened immediately. "Oh, my God! Are you hurt?!" she exclaimed, running to the door and opening it with force. "Come in! Quickly!"

He entered with a ceremonious air, but the gleam in his eyes betrayed the slight delight he felt at her great concern.

When she turned to get a clean cloth and some water, he have an almost fascinated look. Seeing this young woman, so sweet and distracted, completely oblivious to his monstrous nature, awakened something bittersweet in him — a mixture of desire and melancholy.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this hour." he said, observing the interior of the house with trained but non-threatening eyes. "The aroma of the cake is absolutely irresistible, I must say. Shakespeare once wrote: “If music be the food of love, play on”... but in your case, I think it would be more appropriate to say: if sweets be the food of the soul, then may there never be a shortage of strawberries in your kitchen."

[Name] let out a distracted giggle as she wet the cloth. "You always say funny things..." she said with the innocence of someone who had not yet realized the layers of those words, handing him the cloth and pulling out a chair. "Sit here, please! I’ll take care of it in no time."

He obeyed, sitting down gracefully. His eyes fixed on her. A dark expression crossed his face for a second, but he quickly suppressed it, returning to his gentle smile. "Your kindness touches me, my dear..." he murmured. "If I had known you before, perhaps my path would have been different."

She didn’t understand what he meant. She just smiled, adjusting the cloth over the wound. "It's going to hurt a little, okay?"

Jack just nodded softly as she tended to the wound, not even questioning his poorly thought-out excuse. Her shaking hands touched his side gently, trying not to cause any more pain than necessary. He watched her every move with silent attention.

No wonder, she hadn't even been able to notice when Luke Evans was completely obsessed with her.

Jack knew her because she was a waitress at his favorite restaurant in London—a cozy little bistro tucked away on a cobblestone street, known for its incredible grape custard tart and jazz music.

Whenever his schedule allowed, Jack made sure to be there. He sat at the same table in the corner, near the window. Sometimes she would wait on him.

[Name] was like a ray of sunshine in the constant fog of the city. He smiled sincerely, spoke sweetly, and remembered every customer’s order — even the most demanding ones.

And Luke Evans was almost always there, too. Friendly. Good-looking. An easy face to trust. Luke chatted with everyone, laughed too loudly, left generous tips. He was the kind of man who made himself easy to like. People leaned in when he spoke. They applauded his stories enthusiastically.

But Jack saw all of him. He saw the stare that was too long. The smile that lasted too long. The hands that, every now and then, slid over the wood of the table as [Name] passed by — as if he only lacked the courage to pull her by the hem of her apron.

She, in turn, remained oblivious. Sweet, kind. She didn't treat Luke any special way. She treated everyone that way. But who knows what was going on in that man's mind.

Jack knew. He knew the type all too well. Because, on some disturbing level, he was the same type. Or maybe he had been.

And one rainy night, he cornered her in a narrow alley, an old acquaintance of Luke Evans, it was the stage for his own shows, a true theater of horrors. In another universe, perhaps she would have been just another of Jack the Ripper's victims. But not in this one.

She was confused at first, frowning as Luke got too close, his voice honeyed with an unsettling tone. “The two of us... were made for each other, [Name]. You feel that, don't you?” I know you feel…”

She took a step back, her face flushed not from shyness but from discomfort. “S-Sorry, Mr. Evans… I don’t feel that way… but… can we be friends?”

Luke froze for a second. And then he saw red. The smile faded. The kind look in his eyes turned hard, animalistic. He reached into his side bag and pulled out a kitchen knife— ordinary, unremarkable even, but gleaming in the light from a distant streetlamp. A weapon that had seen flesh before. “If I can’t have you…” he hissed, his eyes wide and empty of sanity, “no one will.”

She screamed. A high, desperate sound that echoed off the damp cobblestones of the alley. And then she ran. Her heart pounding, her lungs burning, the world spinning. She ran like she had never run before, hearing the footsteps behind her, getting closer and closer.

She spotted a high wall at the end of a side alley. Without thinking, she threw herself behind an abandoned crate, curled up, trying not to breathe loudly, hands pressed to her lips. Fear was paralyzing. Tears flowed uncontrollably. Her body trembled. She wanted to disappear. Then... footsteps. A figure approaching. Someone at her side. She screamed loudly, covering her eyes, waiting for the end.

"Shhh... it's okay, miss. It's all over."

Her voice shook. "M-Mr. Smith-?" She opened her eyes, and met his.

His face was shadowed, stained with something dark on the collar of his suit. But his eyes... his eyes were calm. She swallowed hard, her brain still trying to make sense of what had happened. Then fear turned to relief. And with it, the tears came pouring out. She threw herself into his arms, sobbing, her fingers clutching the bloody fabric of his blood-red coat.

Jack stood still for a moment, surprised... then, slowly, his arms wrapped around her.

The memory was sweet to Jack.

It’s almost sadistic to admit, but there was something… mesmerizing about seeing her in that moment. So vulnerable, so real, bathed in the colors of fear. Her eyes wide, her breathing labored, her shoulders shaking under the weight of terror.

Jack had always enjoyed fear. The way it stripped people bare. Fear made everything raw. Real. And she, that night, was the most honest image he’d ever seen. But it was the color that came after that disarmed him.

The relief.

When she looked up and saw him there—not as a monster, but as salvation—something different shone in her expression.

It was a new color. Beautiful. Inexplicably beautiful. And as sick as it was, he wanted to see it again. Not fear. Not panic. But that color that only she seemed to carry in her eyes when she saw him as a safe haven.

“There you go!” she exclaimed, smiling, her chest puffed out with pride as she admired the simple bandage she’d made. A small piece of white cloth held together with adhesive tape, a little crooked, but done with all the care in the world.

Jack looked at the bandage, then at her, and smiled back. “A splendid piece of work, miss. Almost as delicate as your hands.”

She laughed shyly, not noticing his flirting. As always. “Would you like a piece of cake? It must still be warm!”

“I’ll be happy to accept,” Jack replied, straightening his posture. “And I’m afraid I’ll have to pay you a lot of compliments, Miss [Name].”

“Oh, you don’t have to exaggerate!” she said, walking to the kitchen with light steps, absentmindedly humming some French song she’d heard on the radio.

Jack watched her for a few seconds. He looked around the house. Small, simple, but full of life. Old photographs on the wall, flowery cloths, the smell of sugar and vanilla. The house was like her—beautiful in its simplicity, innocent in every detail.

Jack envied those walls that could witness such beauty every day. Of the furniture that touched her. Of the floor that felt her light footsteps. Of the mirror that reflected her eyes as she absentmindedly combed her hair.

“Here!” she said enthusiastically, breaking his thoughts. She placed a small porcelain plate with floral details on the coffee table. On it, a generous slice of pink cake was still releasing a slight steam. Beside it, a fork gleaming clean.

She sat across from him, resting her chin on her hands like a child waiting for a magic trick. “Go ahead, try it,” she said, her eyes shining with expectation.

Jack took the fork delicately, his gloved fingers almost reverent as they touched the utensil. He cut a small piece, bringing it to his mouth. He chewed in silence, his eyes fixed on her. Watching every blink, every slight movement of anxiety that she barely noticed in herself, but that he would notice without even trying. He swallowed. And smiled—a soft, honest smile. “Absolutely divine.”

She sighed in relief, as if she had passed a difficult test. “That’s great! I tried a new recipe…” she began, gesturing, laughing at herself. “…I thought I had added too much sugar! And then…”

Jack heard her. Heard every word. It couldn’t be any other way. He would listen to her ramble on forever if he could.

© blueblossomrose 2025 , I do not allow copying/plagiarism of any of my fanfics.

[talesof-old]

for slutty sunday…marlene using a strap on reader in the room with all the other girls the only thing keeping them from seeing or hearing are the curtains on the bed and the silencing charm marlene put on the bed…

pairing(s): marlene mckinnon x fem!reader

warning(s): 18+, smut, strap ons, lesbians, hitting it from the back, getting caught in the act, i’m still working on getting a grasp of marlene’s character so please forgive me

word count: 501

masterlist

a/n: okay so i’m still new to writing marlene but i’ll do my best 🫡 also i tried to make it dubious in terms of where they were at because i’m not trying to write about minors 😅🤷🏻‍♀️

Marlene ran a hand along your spine, tracing over the sensitive bone as she eased the strap on out of you. A modest seven inches and of average girth, you’d nearly sighed in relief when she’s first pushed into you. Both of you were needy, practically clawing at each other in the dubious privacy of Marlene’s bed, skin sticky with sweat and desire.

“You’re tight as fuck.” Marlene rasped behind you. Your elbows were seconds away from giving out, body tense as she thrusted back into you. You cried out, fingers fisted into the sheets as you tried (and failed) to keep quiet. Silencing charms only did so much when you shared a room with someone. She moaned as the fabric of the strap on rubbed against her just right.

“Marls, please, harder-“ you all but face planted when she tightened her grip on your hips and thrusted harder. She hit a spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars, body convulsing as you were thrown closer to the edge of climax. Your elbows had finally given out; any sound you made was muffled by the fabric beneath you. It didn’t stop you from being able to hear though. Marlene’s moans and grunts had turned high pitched and breathy, a clear sign she’d found a way to stimulate her clit while fucking you.

“You’re doing so good, you’re perfect-“

She bent over, fingertips swirling over your own bundle of nerves with a dedication that had you nearly screaming. Sooner than you could truly grasp, you were sent flying over the edge. An inhuman noise escaped your throat as you did; the sound a product of pent up horniness and frustration. “I love you.” She gasped.

Marlene followed just moments later, hips rolling to ride out the waves crashing over her. You whimpered. Your body seemed simultaneously tense with sensitivity and pliant from exhaustion.

Every breath you took was punctuated by a roll of your girlfriend’s hips, prolonging your pleasure as the moments ticked by. Your high came down ever so slowly. Marlene gently slid out of you. You whined at the loss and tenderness of your cunt before she flopped down onto your back, strap on now discarded somewhere at the edge of the bed. You fell into the sheets with an oomph.

Marlene giggled as she nuzzled her head into your neck, pressing kisses to your heated skin.

Something bounced off the side of Marlene’s bed. “Are you finished yet?” Mary’s agitated voice sounded from across the room. You groaned in embarrassment, your girlfriend chuckling as she waved a wand over the two of you to clean up. There was movement beyond the makeshift walls of the poster bed, and you could only assume it was Mary trying to get comfortable enough to go back to sleep.

You whispered a small, “sorry,” and hoped it would be enough to keep her off your ass tomorrow. Marlene traced small shapes onto the skin of your shoulder blade. “No, you’re not.” She murmured.

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[crescenthistory]

hello carinaaaa !!!!! happy 2k :) u are one of the sole reasons for the resurfacing of my love for the marauders and i owe you my life for that truly…

could i request an argue for b5 with marlene mckinnon x reader? been thinking about bartender marlene far too often oh my lord… do you see my vision… reader who comes in once and marlene is teasing them all over the place and reader is like oh ok. i guess i am never drinking anywhere else ever again !!

one of the sole reasons?? baby that makes me so happy to hear, thank you so much for sharing<33 i most certainly see your vision and i'm in love with her

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i will ARGUE for prompt 5 "bar au" with marlene mckinnon

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fem!reader, use of y/n, alcohol (all characters of age), modern muggle au, flirty!marlene, somewhat shy!reader, background pandalily

wc: 1.2k

You could quite honestly kiss Lily for suggesting going to this place instead of the regular pub at the end of your neighbourhood.

It was quite typical that an all-girls bar would open up in your area and you wouldn't hear of it before months had passed, but alas, you were grateful to finally be in the know. Lily had stressed that it wasn't a sapphic bar officially, but that was often what developed once no men were allowed in.

Safe to say, you were giddy.

When you walked in with Mary, Lily and her girlfriend Pandora, who you were enjoying getting to know at last, you were expecting a fun night filled with giggles and perhaps a bit of flirtation. You were mostly just hoping to spend time with your dear friends and let loose in a safe environment that wasn’t one of your crammed flats. 

Which was exactly what you got, until it was your turn to head up to the bar. Pandora had gone for all three of you the first two rounds, whispering something in Lily’s ear afterwards, and when they turned to you with wide smiles asking you to head up, you honestly just thought it was the usual rotation. It’s only fair to share the burden of shouldering in through past all the tipsy girls strewn across the bar. 

Lily waved goodbye to you as you walked away with your list of orders in your phone, turning to giggle into Pandora’s side. You chalked it up to the first few rounds of pornstar martinis getting to your notorious lightweight of a friend.

You turned away from Lily with a smile on your face – and immediately collided into a solid yet soft surface. You almost stumbled at the impact, but two warm hands came up to stabalise your upper arms. 

“Whoa, hey there pretty girl.” In any other bar, the collison and that sentence might have instilled fear in you, but now you just looked up to be met with a wicked grin on the most beautiful blonde girl you had ever seen. She was close enough that the baby pink streaks in her hair splayed across your own shoulder, almost tickling you. She only smiled wider when she saw you staring. “You in a rush or something?”

“I’m so sorry, I was just on my way to the bar, but was looking at my friend over there instead and I–” 

You were rambling, cheeks increasingly heating up as the woman hadn’t stepped away from you. She looked over your shoulder where you had pointed and let go of one of your arms in favour of waving. “Your friend over there, Lily?”

Through any embarrassment and confusion, you perked up. “You know Lily?” 

“Yeah, we shared some classes in uni.” She looked back to you, smile taking on a lopsided quality. “That would make you the best friend, Y/N, right?”

You had to swallow your reaction at hearing her say your name. “That’s me,” you breathed out. Before you could continue with anything, she squeezed your arm and let go of you, stepping backwards.

“Well, princess, I’m Marlene. You wanted something from the bar?”

To your horror, when she steps away you see her wearing a bar shirt uniform, one of the tight black ones with the logo embroidered over your heart. She swept up some empty glasses on the way, looking over her shoulder to beckon you to follow after her. 

She had to know what she was doing to you as she floated away with you on a leash like this, but your head was too cloudy and heart beating too fast to care all that much to resist it. You just followed with a dazed smile, leaning on the bar as she slipped behind it. 

There were people lined up all around the bar, but when Marlene ducked behind it and put the glasses aside, she only looked at you.

“What can I get you then, beautiful?” 

She had this ability to look right into your sould and you had to bite your lip to keep your smile from exploding too obviously. Still, you had teh decency to look side to side a bit shyly. “Is there not a line I should be getting into?”

Marlene leaned in closer to you, giving you a conspiratory smile. “I’ll excuse it this once. Payment for knocking into you.”

You murmured something under your breath about “I think I was the one who bumped into you”, but you read the “humour me” plea in her eyes. You could probably read her every last thought with how close she was, and you couldn’t find it in you to mind.

“Lily and Dora wanted some pitchers for the table. Blue Lagoon and Purple Summer?” 

Marlene wrote the order down on a little notepad on the bar before her without ever taking her eyes off of you. It did funny things to your stomach. 

“And you, darling?”

“Could I get one of the house cocktails? The Midnight Princess?” You had no idea where this shyness in you was coming from, but for once it didn’t feel so awkward. It almost gave you some sort of rush.

Marlene grinned at you. “A princess for a princess coming right up.”

It was a marvel to watch how she moved about behind the bar, grabbing all the ingredients and mixing them together as she went. Expertly avoiding her colleagues as she snuck around, it was almost like watching a figure skater in her element. If her biceps flexed beneath her shirt as she shook the mixers, you didn’t take notice of course.

When Marlene placed your drink on the bar, she kept the two pitchers in her hands. Without a word, she pushed the bar open with her hip and passed through it to come over to you.

“Oh, Marlene you really don’t have to–”

She cut you off with a laugh, clearly endeared by your protests. “Oh but I want to. Believe it or not, it’s not every day I meet a girl as pretty as you.”

With warm cheeks and a dry throat, you made your way over to your table where you saw Lily and Pandora grinning widely at you already. Marlene followed close by, you could feel the warmth radiating off her body and heard the swooshing of the pitchers she held.

“Lils, Panda,” Marlene greeted as she placed the pitchers down on the table. She had stopped right beside you, almost as close as when you ran into her earlier. “Here’s your pitchers. You’ve got great taste.” She winked at Lily in a way that felt knowing, conspiratory.

Marlene then turned to you with a pleased smile. “Lovely meeting you, princess. Come up to the bar anytime you need me.”

With a quick press of her lips to your cheek, she was off. You stared after her for a second before letting your fingertips come up to ghost over your cheek.

When you turned to Lily’s hopeful smile, you were placing some pieces together. “That wasn’t normal service now, was it?”

Lily shrugged, as if she had no idea what she was talking about. “Told you you’d like it here.”

[americasfavoritelesbian]

i prefer the term “advanced”

kaitlyn chen x booksmart!reader (( fem!reader )) (( storrs , conneticut )) (( uconn team being haters until they realize you’re that girl intellectually ))

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you’re the quiet one on the team. not because you're shy — just focused. you keep your nose in a book on the bus rides. annotate in gel pens. finish problem sets during shootaround. sometimes even correct the assistant coach’s math during drills.

kaitlyn thinks it’s cute. the glasses. the way you mouth facts under your breath. the way you roll your eyes when the others joke about “nerd squad.”

“what are you even reading?” jana teases once, plopping down beside you at the team hotel. “calculus for fun?” “no,” you say. “quantum theory in modern chemistry.” silence. she blinks. “…you good?”

the team always has something to say. sarah: “okay she’s cute but do you ever turn your brain off?” aubrey: “i feel like you’d correct my essay with a red pen.” paige (who doesn’t like you to begin with): “she’s probably calculating how dumb we all are.”

and kaitlyn just shrugs, wraps her arm around you, and says, “she’s calculating how many points she’s gonna drop while tutoring our coach.”

—

and then one night, during team trivia night (sponsored by geno, reluctantly), you let it happen. let them laugh, let them clown. ashlynn’s like, “we got this. reader, just sit there and look pretty.”

but the category is renaissance literature. then anatomy. then world history. and suddenly you’re sweeping. you buzz in before the question’s even done. you quote shakespeare, drop stats about the human brain, casually throw in a correct pronunciation of voltaire. the final round is logic puzzles.

you crack all of them in 90 seconds.

aubrey leans over and mutters, “bro. are you an AI?” sarah: “she just speedran that like it was a 2k game.” jana’s jaw is on the floor. kaitlyn? smug as hell.

“told y’all,” she says, resting her chin on your shoulder. “my girl’s smarter than all of you combined.”

—

you just smirk. “maybe next time,” you say, “you’ll let the nerd answer first.”

and no one clowns you again. except kaitlyn. but she does it with kisses.

love yall alienators

☆ ~ talula

[msmk11]

hi babee, happy bday!! for the celebration could i get a shot with marlene mckinnon + walking in on the other getting dressed?

Are you fucking joking? Uhm. Yes. This is actually a dream and I had wayyyy too much fun writing this. Thanks for coming to the party babe!

Naked Confessions

Marlene McKinnon x fem!reader (sorry I hope it's okay I did fem)

WC: 1.4k

CW: Fluff, nudity (nonsexual, but allusions to it being sexual), reader makes one kms joke, foreshadowed smut at the end, reader is shy and Marlene is a flirt

Summary: Your roommate (and crush) Marlene walks in on you naked

You know more people than not who don’t like Sundays. But you love them- especially Sunday mornings. Sundays are your reset day, the day to get your life back in order before the week. This morning you’d woken up late and then gotten an everything-shower. You’d scorched and shaved and scrubbed your skin raw and are now drying off in your dorm, towel loosely wrapped around you as you pick some music to listen to while you get ready. Somehow you’d lucked out, and Lily, Mary and Marlene are all out of the room, leaving you with some blissful alone time. 

The music begins to play loudly and you smile, dancing around the dorm. You know no one is bound to be back for awhile, so you drop your towel, moving around the room freely in time with the beat. You sing along as you browse through your wardrobe, looking for the right outfit for the day. You’re so stuck on trying to decide which sweater you like the most, and the music is so loud, that you don’t hear the door to your dorm open. You finally settle upon the blue sweater and spin around, promptly dropping it to the floor and screaming when Marlene walks in. She jumps, startled by your scream, and her eyes momentarily widen in shock before falling into something more sly. 

“Oh hello,” she says, a lazy smirk playing on her lips as she winks at you, “I’d apologize for the intrusion but…”

You quickly pick up your towel, desperately trying to cover yourself, “Marlene! Get out!”

“We’re all girls here-”

“Now!” you screech.

The blonde puts her hands up in surrender and backs out of the room, “fine, fine. Just let me know when you’re decent.”

The door shuts with a resounding thud and you bury your face in your hand while still using the other to hold up your towel. You are absolutely, undoubtedly horrified at the events that had just unfolded. It’s not that you’re ashamed of your body or anything, but you’d rather not flash anyone- especially not Marlene. Marlene, who is so free with her body and doesn’t mind showing it off. Marlene, who has been naked in front of people plenty of times. Marlene, who is one of your roommates and best friends. Marlene, who also happens to be your crush. 

Mortification doesn’t even begin to describe your predicament, and you quickly throw on clothes, your face hot with shame. Once you’re decent, you call out to Marlene in a shaky voice, letting her know that she is safe to reenter the room. The door opens and closes but you don’t look her way, too shaken up to make eye contact with her, let alone speak to her. 

“Ah, much more modest now,” the blonde quips from behind you. You hear her moving about by her trunk.

“Marlene,” you plead, “can we just pretend that never happened, I’m so embarrassed. I’m so sorry, I should’ve been more careful. I didn’t think anyone was going to be back for awhile.”

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed, babe,” you hear her say calmly, “it’s just skin. Anyways, you’ve got a rockin’ bod. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

A strangled whine catches in your throat and you turn around, finally looking at her, “you’re being mean!”

Marlene smirks at you, “mean? How? I just paid you a compliment.”

“You’re teasing me! You know I’m shy!”

Your roommate plops down on her bed as she kicks her shoes off, “I know, I know. I still don’t understand why. We’ve all got tits and-”

You groan loudly and bury your face in your hands, effectively interrupting whatever she was about to say, “not everyone is as free with their body as you are, Marls.”

She raises an eyebrow at you.

“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing! Just, well, not everyone is so confident and unbothered by a little or- in my case- a lot of skin.”

Marlene studies you quietly for a moment, thinking hard about something. You’re not sure you want to know what it is. Her gaze is intense too, and you cross your arms over your chest, as if you can somehow squeeze yourself physically smaller until you disappear. Perhaps you could rent James’ cloak for eternity and-

“Would it help if you got to see me naked too?”

You must’ve heard her wrong, “what?”

“We could make things even, y’know? I’ve seen you naked, you see me naked.”

You choke on your spit, which leaves you in a rather unflattering coughing fit that further adds to your mortification. You decide Potter’s cloak won’t do. The only solution to all of this is to promptly avada yourself.

Marlene gets you a glass of water and pushes you gently to sit down on the edge of your bed, “take a breath, love.”

The water is refreshing on your spasming throat and you do as she advises, taking a few deep breaths. 

“Merlin, you’re cute when you’re flustered” she mutters, and it nearly sends you into another choking fit.

“What?”

“Nothing. So? Are you gonna take me up on my offer?”

You pause. Your mind is racing a mile a minute and you can hardly conjure up a proper response. Logically, saying yes to seeing your crush naked any other time than during sex is an absolutely terrible idea. But you can’t help but wonder if Marlene is right. Maybe evening the score would make you feel better. Or, would it just leave you feeling mortified at the fact that your crush has seen you naked and you her in the most unsexy way possible? Secretly, a part of you too would revel in getting to see her beautiful body. In that sense, you’re no better than a man. Marlene is stunning and, even if you could never have her you’d- no. That would be terribly inappropriate and unfair. Sure, she is the one who offered, but you would feel wrong agreeing to see her body for partly selfish reasons when she only offered for totally genuine, kind reasons. 

Before you can think, the words are spilling out of your mouth, “I don’t want to see you naked, not like this.”

Her pretty features twist into a smirk, “what do you mean, not like this?”

Shit.

You clear your throat uncomfortably, “I- I didn’t finish. I don’t want to see you naked… not like this, not at all. Uhm- you really don’t have to do that for me. I was the silly one who was dancing around our room naked and I’m sure you’ve got a great body but it hardly seems necessary and-”

Marlene cuts you off with a laugh.

“What?”

Her hand casually lands on your thigh and she leans closer to you, “you are so fucking adorable when you get all shy and embarrassed like this- trying to hide how I effect you. The thought of me naked really gets you this worked up, hm?”

Your jaw hangs open and her thumb taps it, encouraging it closed. It then moves to stroke your throat gently and your breath catches. 

“You’ve done such a terrible job of hiding your crush on me, sweetheart. I’ve known for a while but I didn’t want to scare you away like a little frightened doe. I was going to let you come to me, until this happy little accident occurred when I walked in on my shy, pretty roommate dancing around the room naked.”

You swallow thickly.

Her thumb traces upward across your jaw to cup your cheek, “you can’t imagine my delight in walking in on you. So tempting, so beautiful, and not even aware of the power you have over me. I’d do anything you asked, you know, which is why I walked out of the room when you begged me to, even though all I wanted to do was stay and watch.”

“Marlene-”

“So do me a favor. Look me in the eyes right now and tell me you don’t want to see me naked and I’ll drop it.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you think you might pass out. She’s so close to you, her breath fanning across your face as she talks, her warm palm, roughened by quidditch, holding your face and Old Spice wafting off her in waves, “I- uhm.”

Marlene taps your nose with her pointer finger, “that’s what I thought, sweetheart.”

She brushes her thumb over your lower lip, “now, Lily and Mary won’t be back for a while, and I am a woman of my word. You still need to see me naked, but I think you can help take my clothes off. And then, maybe if we have time, I’ll take off yours, and worship that body until you’re not ashamed to show it to me anymore.”

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

For My King

King Valkyrie x fem!reader

Word count: 795

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, R calls V King, hair pulling, mild pain play, dirty talk, orgasm control, use of cock with magic, power dynamics, degradation

Authors notes: I've only written Val one other time and it was a short drabble of ValCarol so I hope this feels like Val~

Valkyrie is lounging on her throne, her sharp eyes watching as you approach. The atmosphere between you is charged, filled with unspoken tension, the kind you both savor. You stand in front of her, your body almost buzzing with anticipation as her gaze slides over you, assessing, commanding without words.

"Come here," she says, her voice low, a smirk playing on her lips. You obey, stepping closer until you're standing between her legs. Valkyrie reaches up, tangling her fingers in your hair, giving it a light, teasing tug.

You let out a soft gasp, your body instinctively responding to her control. She chuckles, her grip tightening slightly, pulling you down to meet her gaze.

"You like that, don’t you?" she murmurs, her voice laced with amusement. You nod, but she clicks her tongue in disapproval.

"Use your words, love."

"Yes, My King," you manage, your breath catching as she tugs your hair a little harder, the delicious pressure sending a shiver down your spine.

"Good girl," she praises, leaning in, her lips brushing your ear. Her grip remains firm, keeping you exactly where she wants you as her other hand trails down your back, possessive and commanding.

She whispers in your ear, "I want you to ride me love." A breathy noise comes out of you, 

"Yes my King.”

Valkyrie’s smirk widens at your response, the title you’ve given her sending a spark of satisfaction through her eyes. Her fingers tighten in your hair, pulling you even closer so her lips are just inches from your ear.

"That's right," she whispers, her voice like velvet, making heat pool in your core. "Now be a good girl for your King."

Your knees almost buckle under the weight of her words, but you steady yourself, heart pounding as you straddle her lap. Valkyrie’s hands slide to your waist, guiding you onto her cock with a firm, possessive grip. The way her eyes rake over your body sends a shiver through you, the power she holds over you undeniable.

You slowly sink down onto her. Her grip tightens on you as you take her whole cock. The amazing thing about Asgardian magick was that Val could change herself to suit her needs. 

You begin to move, slow at first, finding a rhythm that makes your breath hitch. Valkyrie’s strong hands dig into your hips, her mouth grazing your neck as you move together. Each pull of her hands sends a wave of pleasure through you, and you can feel her strength beneath you, steady and unwavering.

"That's it, love," she growls softly, her lips brushing against your skin. "Show me how much you need me."

You whimper, gripping her shoulders for balance as you ride her, lost in the intoxicating mix of pleasure and submission. Valkyrie’s hands move to your back, pulling you closer, her lips trailing up to your ear.

"You’re mine," she whispers, her voice low and commanding. "And you’ll do exactly as I say.”

"Yes, my King," you breathe out, your body trembling from her words, knowing there’s nothing you’d want more than to obey.

Valkyrie’s voice is a low growl in your ear, her breath hot against your skin as she gives your hair another sharp tug, tilting your head back. The mixture of pleasure and pain is overwhelming, each pull sending a shockwave through your body.

"Go on, love," she commands, her lips brushing your neck. "Cum for your King. Cum from your hair being pulled."

Your breath hitches, and your body moves instinctively in response to her words. The pressure at your scalp, the feeling of her control, has you spiraling closer and closer to the edge. Valkyrie’s hands tighten around you, her grip unrelenting, holding you exactly where she wants you as she guides your movements.

"That’s it," she murmurs, her voice dark and filled with pride. "I know you’re close. I can feel it.”

Your body trembles in her grasp, a soft moan slipping from your lips as her hand tightens in your hair once more, the pain and pleasure driving you wild. It’s too much, the pressure building inside you until you can’t hold back anymore.

“Go on…be a good slut and cum on your King's cock.”

With a final sharp pull, you shatter, crying out as the pleasure washes over you, overwhelming and all-consuming. Valkyrie’s name tumbles from your lips, your body collapsing against hers as you ride out the wave of pleasure.

She holds your hips, pounding up into you until she's shooting ropes of her cum into you. Making you grip tighter onto her as a second orgasm washes over you. Her heat settling inside of you. 

"Good girl," she whispers against your ear, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Such a good girl for your King.”

[moonstruckme]

Congratulations on 10k!!! For the slumber party can I request Lily Evans with “i couldn’t stop loving you. never, not even if i tried.” or “i would love to keep playing with your hair, but i think my hand’s starting to go numb.”? :))

Thank you <3

Lily Evans x fem!reader ♡ 592 words

Lily isn’t a person who shies away from touch. She hugs in greeting, she plays with your fingers while you talk, she’s quick with a kiss on your cheek or in between your brows or to your hand when the urge strikes her. It’s taken you some time to be able to return that amount of physical affection, but Lily’s been patient with you; she’s pleased when you do and still happy with you when you don’t. Now, though, you’ve made her so pleased you almost don’t know what to do with yourself. As it turns out, Lily loves having your fingers in her hair. 

You never knew you had the power to take all the steel out of her like this. Lily’s melted like ice cream on a summer day, all puddled up and sticky sweet on her mattress next to you. You came over to bring her some of the melon you cut up earlier for her to try, one of those weak excuses you contrive and she entertains because you’re both still a little too shy to call this what it is. As always, a quick hand-off had turned into an afternoon spent together, and somehow you’ve ended up on Lily’s bed, one hand laid flat over a pretty floral duvet and the other buried in her hair. 

“I can’t believe you haven’t seen it,” she murmurs, only a few inches between you. She’s laying with her head resting atop your forearm. Lily’s hair feels spun from the same fibers as flower petals, silky and pliable between your fingers. “It’s such a good film.” 

“I haven’t seen a lot of films.” 

Her lips twitch. “Right. But this is a classic. The scenery is lovely, and the soundtrack, there’s this bit where…” 

You listen, pulling your fingers through her hair and threading them back in. You haven’t been talking about anything important, you only want Lily to keep talking to you, so you let the conversation ebb and flow as her eyes droop and her voice softens. This close, you can count every freckle on her face, even the faintest ones. 

“Hey,” she hums, almost absently. You look at her questioningly, and a lovely blush spreads across her face. “Why did you stop?” 

“Oh. Sorry.” You’re unable to keep yourself from smiling, less than unhappy when Lily’s blush worsens. “I, um. Can’t.” 

Her brows sew together. “You can’t?”

“I would love to keep playing with your hair,” you tell her earnestly, “but I think my hand’s gone numb.” 

“Oh.” Lily sits up on her elbow. It frees your hand, though you’re sad to take it back, pulling it out from under her with red hair still trailing from your fingers. “Oh no, I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” you say quietly, though you don’t stop her from threading her fingers through your dead ones, pulling them to her lips for a kiss. The tingling that spreads through your hand is probably unrelated. 

“You should have said something,” she chides, fond. 

“It’s really fine. I liked it. And I…I do have two hands, you know.” You raise your other, gently combing through the strands near her face. Lily wastes no time in deliquescing back into her pillow. “How’s that?” 

“That’s nice,” she whispers, green eyes softer than soft. “Only if you want to, though…” 

“I want to,” you say, perhaps a touch too sincerely. Lily’s face flushes again, and she’s not the only one. “Do you want to keep telling me about the film?” 

“Yeah,” she breathes it like a secret, “I do.” 

[xjulixred45x]

Hello I was wondering If you could write Yandere Beelzebub and Qin Shi Huang from Record of Ragnarok with female Kanao Tsuruyi reader from Demon Slayer?

Imagine finding out her past.

YES!! You guys have no idea how i loved the round 7 and 8, I LOVED THIS MOTHERFUCKERS!!

Yandere!Qin Shi Huang/Beelzebub x Kanao! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: YANDERE, Yandere content, Yandere behaviors, unhealty mindset, overbearing behavior, overprotection, Reader has a background like Kanao of KNY, so this Will contain mentions of Child abuse/violence, poverty, and slight traficking of children. Be Warned. Strange amount of FLUFF by the end.

Qin Shi Huang

• I think it's much more likely that Qin, rather than meeting Reader when he's in Valhalla, met her when he was alive, specifically when Chun Yan came into his life.

• Chun Yan was very adrift after what happened with her son, however, one day when she went to the market, she came across something unpleasant. A man leading a little girl tied up, as if she were a dog.

• This girl, as you can guess, was Reader.

• Chun Yan didn't even think about it when she broke the guy's jaw, telling him he was a pig for buying a girl so young, taking the rope off him and taking Reader on her shoulders before running away.

• You could say that Chun Yan is Reader's Shinobu here. She's the one who bathed her, dressed her and was generally her mother and teacher until they met Yin Zheng.

• Honestly, Reader was prepared for a hellish and capricious child, but she ran into this mass of nerves. She couldn't help but empathize with his situation, so she tried to befriend him.

• This was the first real interaction with another child their age FOR BOTH, Zheng was used to being ignored and looked down upon for being a “cursed child” and reader was so reserved and scared of the world that she didn't like to socialize. So at first neither of them knew what to do.

• Luckily for Zheng, reader didn't have the same kind of stigma as other people, she never saw him as different because of his background, and she wanted to be his friend sincerely, so Zheng began to become very attached to her.

• During the two years that Chen Yan was their bodyguard and caregiver, she could notice how they had become very close.

• On the one hand, reader really only talked to Zheng, he was one of the few people she felt safe with (along with Chen of course), and Zheng showed his more cheerful and playful side when reader was around.

• Doing things like giving lots of hugs, kisses on the forehead or face, bringing her nice things he found outside, etc.

• There were times when Chen would come back from an errand and find the two of them asleep in Zheng’s bed, cuddling, very close together…

• It was something that worried Chen to a certain extent, how they seemed to have no notion of the limits in terms of closeness, or how Zheng reacted when Reader was not within reach, his reaction when other people were mean to Reader…

• Because of that, Chen refrained from telling the prince about how she and Reader had met, since, knowing him, that would send him into a frenzy. And while his current behavior was… strange, it was nothing too worrying.

• Now, when Chen died, reader really had nowhere to go, so she stayed with Qin, where while she didn't have any status like the other nobles, she received plenty of luxuries and privileges, clothing, food, and accessories with a quality (and resemblance) similar to that of the emperor.

• That, plus their lack of limits regarding displays of affection (especially PHYSICAL affection) made many generals and other nobles insist that Qin get married as soon as possible, or at least, take a concubine (from the nobility).

• And Qin, being the little shit that he is, had them talk to him about all this with reader on him lap, while they ate.

• And guess what his response was?

• “I thought it was obvious that I'm only interested in marrying (Kanao)”

• And reader: “UHHHU!?”

• MOTHERFUCKER THOUGHT THEY WERE ALREADY MARRIED (partly).

• Generally speaking, having Qin Shi Huang, of all characters, as a Yandere is a wild ride, especially when he finds out what Chen tried so hard to hide about reader's past.

• Qin is many things, one of them being overprotective, so he takes the issue of reader's parents very seriously, although he assures her that he won't do ANYTHING that she has to worry about (the execution will be private and on some far away mountain so their corpses are to be eaten by animals--)

• He's a Yandere that goes from 0 to 100 very quickly.

• He enjoys that reader is so closed off and doesn't like to socialize much, it saves him work. After all, if it were up to him, she would stay in the palace with him all day, so it's nice to see her accepting this position willingly.

• Despite this, I feel like Qin likes to show off his partner, but only in specific situations where he also goes out. And he won't tolerate things like catcalls or lascivious looks. They will suffer the same fate as the reader's parents :)

• Both Qin and the reader are used to personal space being non-existent, but considering that the reader is a volunteer (in this fic at least), that makes that be SQUARED, literally the man takes his woman everywhere, she's like his emotional support.

• Thanks to this, the reader is spoiled beyond belief, if there's something that the reader wants or likes, she'll most likely get it that same day or tomorrow at the latest.Things like customized Hanfus, hairpins made of special materials, ladies-in-waiting who do everything for her, etc.

• I got this random idea that Qin likes to feed reader directly(with the chopsticks), even going so far as to taste her food first in case of poisoning (if it turns out to be poisoned, he gives it to someone he dislikes to eat, kills two birds with one stone!).

• Overall, since Qin knows how to cover his tracks, reader lives happily with her husband. It's not such a bad life after all

Beelzebub

• Now, Beelzebub is a different case, it is much more likely that he meets the reader when she is an adult. Maybe through her equivalent to Shinobu.

• We know that Beelzebub is very involved in the whole genetics and science thing, all to find something that can kill him. It wouldn't be crazy to think that at some point he wanted to resort to poisons to test if they would be enough to end his life (not being a direct threat).

• And for that, he needed the resources of someone versed in the subject, so he turned to this Shinobu (I'm going more for Guilla Tofana, a very famous poisoner). What he didn't take into account was that she brought a partner with her.

• That's right, reader.

• To be honest, at first Beel was a bit upset, because Guilla had told him that she was her apprentice, and he didn't want to have to deal with someone inexperienced while he worked.

• Because of this, at first Beelzebub didn't even speak to her, or if he did it was to ask her where her teacher was. He genuinely had no interest at first.

• However, Reader stayed out of the way, taking notes on everything, not interfering even once.

• She wasn't just any subordinate to Guilla, that much could be seen, but she watched everything around her very closely.

• It was better than what he had originally expected, but it was definitely... weird. New.

• Because of this, Beelzebub felt more comfortable talking to her, at first about general aspects of the experiments, although from time to time he would let out some frustration every time an experiment failed.

• Thanks to this, Reader tried to help in small ways, whether it was organizing the research documents, cleaning, bringing new samples with her notes.

• Things that Beelzebub didn't let go unnoticed, in a way it made him less stressed.

• The relationship became more cordial, even friendly.

• However, there was something that felt… off.

• Reader could tell when the place she had cleaned or organized had been turned upside down, and that happened quite often, all to spend more time in the lab. That was the least of it, she would have almost found it cute, if it weren't for other… attitudes.

• There were times when Reader and Beel would have a casual chat, and she could feel him tensing up whenever she mentioned certain people, people she spent too much time with, who she sometimes didn't come around to since she liked to hang out with them.

• Other times Reader could tell that some of her things had gone missing, like her hair ornament, and she only went missing when she went to work.

• The real red flag was when said people either disappeared or, at worst, were victims of a horrible murder, their chests ripped apart.

• There was no doubt about it, it was he. Satan. Beelzebub.

• However, it wasn't going to be easy to just walk away from him.

• Believe me, Beelzebub is almost as scared as the reader, really! At first he was so scared that since he started loving her, she would be a victim of Satan, however, she doesn't have to worry now, he will make sure that she never gets hurt! He would NEVER!

• If she agrees to stay with him until he finally dies (willingly or not), fulfilling the last wish of a demon who seeks death, he will make her as happy as he can while he lives, even at the cost of his own suffering.

• As you noticed, this relationship is screwed in many ways.

• Beelzebub is a pretty masochistic Yandere, since even if the reader hates him, he is happy as long as she is satisfied, she can harm him however she wants, hurt him, it doesn't matter, he can heal. As long as she is satisfied with his suffering, he is happy.

• He is a self-indulgent Yandere, as you can see. For the first time, someone he loves doesn't die, so you can bet he's making the most of this... in his own way.

• This is still Beelzebub, not much of a filter, kind of awkward and shy, just more obviously homicidal.

• On that note, he tries to make reader as comfortable as possible, tries to be as non-threatening as he can, tone down his tendencies a bit, go out and have normal "dates," things so she understands that he does everything based on love.

• He also shares various results of his experiments with her, just wanting to bond over something that once united them. Sometimes when Beel ends up falling asleep on his desk, reader covers him with a blanket, as a small show of empathy.

• Beelzebub acts less erratically when reader opens up about her past, how she ended up in Valhalla, etc. He tries to be more empathetic (even if it's not his thing) and not go straight to the blood (because he doesn't want to scare her).

• Beel clings to the reader a lot, especially when he remembers Lucifer and Lilith, and needs to hold on to something, he goes to her. Crying and shaking, he no longer looks like the fearsome lord of the flies, he looks like a scared child.

• It's the kind of moment that makes it more likely that the reader will have Stockholm syndrome.

• In that case, Beelzebub couldn't be happier!

• At least now, he'll have someone who will love him until he finally dies...who knows, maybe even after.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

Can you do Hades, Buddha, and Poseidon reacting to a Raiden Shogun/Ei reader? Like how would they feel about her? Would they have a good relationship?

-💜

Warnings: Fem Reader, Spoilers for a bit of Ei's backstory, Poseidon's part is a bit short, sorry!

Request: Yes.

Words: 689

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Hades

How formidable. A god of Eternity, so young yet so powerful.

He respects you and most importantly understands your decision not to join in the fight between God's and humanity. After all, your pursuit is eternity, a mere fight wouldn't be enough to urge you away from that goal. For it doesn't effect that goal.

One of the first to realize the difference between you and the puppet.

Hades finds it intriguing that you would rather a puppet reign over your people whilst you sit in the plane of euthimea and meditate.

Invites you or the puppet over for tea and a chess game every once in awhile. He doesn't mind whichever version of you shows up, though would like to get to know you a bit more.

Makes sure to have his servants make a lot of desserts if you decide to accept his invitation for chess.

Hades finds your backstory tragically beautiful. To loose all of your friends and then your twin sister as well to a horrific event 500 years ago. And then to rise to Godhood because of your will for eternity.

Would enjoy the chance to spar with you. Rumor has it you're amongst the fastest of the gods- he would like to see that for himself.

Finds your feats quite amazing, especially being able to split an island in half as collateral damage when killing Oborashi.

Poseidon

Finds you to be one of the few people most like a god.

Likely does not realize the difference between you and the puppet because of how little he would go out of his way to see you.

Only realizes once Hades refers to you by different names as if you're two different entities in different body's. And then he is a wee bit intrigued once he realizes he likely has only been speaking to the puppet rather than you.

If you both spar he actually takes it seriously. You're fast enough to give him a run for his money and leave quite a few wounds on his body. He respects that.

Despite being the most aloof of his brothers he doesn't like the way Zeus oogles you.

Overall I don't believe Poseidon goes out of his way to talk to you, but if you strike up a conversation he won't ignore you. He respects you.

Buddha

The first to realize the difference between you and the puppet. One minute you had a soul he could see into and the next it was like you were an empty husk. A machine.

I feel like he doesn't really like the puppet, but if it's you he's talking to he gets along with you well. Buddha views the puppet as more of an empty husk than anything. Something that's simply used to follow out orders more than anything. Of course the difference between you and the Shogun is also immediate due to the different times of voice.

When he realizes the difference he definitely strikes up a conversation to find out more about you. He's curious to know your views and to see if you're any different from the Shogun with your ideals and beliefs.

I feel like you both actually turn out to be rather friendly with each other. You go out to eat sweets all the time together after he finds out you have a sweet tooth.

“Oh, don't listen to the Shogun. Desserts! Cavities are no big deal — you can just replace your teeth. Anyway, I just don't see how desserts can pose a serious obstacle to my pursuit of Eternity.” Buddha proceeds to cackle for the next ten minutes after hearing you say that to someone. Sweets come before eternity, eh?

He allows you to confide in him about the past. The heartbreak of needing to kill your friend, the pain of losing your sister, the calamity of 500 years ago. He could tell they are still open wounds, and Buddha believes no one should've gone through something like that. It's a pain etched into your very soul.

Overall, I feel you would both be friends. And food buddies too.

[tigerlillyruiz]

Please send me some prompts

- can be female reader inserts, or lady characters loving lady characters, can be platonic, siblings, or even poly, ill even do crossovers 😁

Fandoms ill write for:

Steven universe

the gems

Uncharted the lost legacy

Chloe

Nadine

The 100

Lexa

Anya

Clarke

Octavia

Raven

Once upon a time

Regina

Emma

Ruby

Mulan

Twilight

Leah

Rose

Kate

Wonder woman

Diana

Supergirl

Kara

Alex

Lena

Marvel

Natasha

Wanda

Val

Carol

She-ra and the princesses of power

Adora

Catra

Glimmer

Scorpia

Mermista

If I'm missing someone ask and ill let you know if I do them.

Its been a very hard year and I'm trying to get back to writing so this will help

[talesof-old]

dearest gentle readers | introduction

pairing(s): marauders (undetermined) x reader

warning(s): eventually 18+, bridgerton au, mentions of marriage, slight cursing?, i’m not british so just pretend i know what i’m talking about, mentions of scandal and incest, not proofread/edited so forgive me

word count: 818

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Sponsored by Lady Minerva McGonagall and desperate to find a match before you’re truly considered a spinster, you find yourself caught up in the whirlwind that is The Season. Will you be able to find a husband by August? Or is fortune just as fickle as the ton?

Swathes of fabric lined with lace, ruffles, and beads filled the great expanse of the room.

Yellows as pale as cream and blues as deep as midnight thrown over chase and chair. London’s dreary gloom seemed brighter the longer such a vibrant array of colors decorated the space. Lady Minerva McGonagall wasted no expense on the three debutantes she’d chosen to sponsor again this season.

Beside you, Mary eyed the fabrics with rapt attention.

You fingered the expensive satin silk of the dress nearest to you. Simple in silk, but a striking royal purple, it truly was a marvel of craftsmanship.

“I can’t believe how many dresses there are.” Mary’s Scottish accent appeared to be far less pronounced than what you might’ve imagined, but you three were sure to be an odd bunch. Lady McGonagall had sponsored you lot for two years already. A favor welcomed by your not-so-noble families. Or rather, your not-so-wealthy families.

“I’ve decided on new wardrobes for you this season. You will be married by the end of it, if I have any say. Mary’s are by the window and Lily’s are by the bed.”

Minerva’s sharp gaze turned to you. You’d had either the luck or misfortune (which one it was, you weren’t quite sure) to additionally spend the last few years as Minerva’s ward. Her rough edges were thorns you’d grown accustomed to, especially in her times attempting to make you a reputable lady.

“Your’s are by the chest of drawers.”

She’d certainly paid attention to detail. Mary’s dresses consisted almost entirely of her favorites: warm pinks and oranges. Brilliantly cut to showcase her clavicle, each dress appeared as if it would cover her breasts modestly but still draw attention to her long, slender neck. The simplicity of their silhouettes showcased the utterly perfect embroidery that decorated each bodice and skirt.

Lily’s were a myriad of greens, sprinkled with the occasional peach or yellow. Her soft, drapey dresses contrasted beautifully with the sleek lines of Mary’s attire.

Your own clothes appeared to be a quite suitable mixture of the two.

In moody shades of blue and violet, with the odd periwinkle and silver, you were honestly looking forward to donning the impressive garments. Any jewelry you wore would be borrowed from Lady McGonagall’s extensive collection. A collection, you were afraid to say, you’d miss dearly once you wed.

It was Lily that surged forward to examine her pieces, a chorus of thank yous from each of your lips as you did the same. Minerva smiled knowingly. Your dresses last year and the year before were beautiful, yes, but these actually suited you in a way those hadn’t. Three years of sponsoring the same girls had gone from a favour to fondness. She leaned onto her cane as her gaze flicked between you all. Still, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t eager to find you husbands.

“This is beautiful,” Lily breathed. In her hands, an elegant ensemble of a cream colored fabric hung. You grinned. If this was any indication of how this year’s season would go, you were more than ready. Jill, Minerva’s favorite maid, entered the room holding four sheets of familiar pale paper. Your eyes narrowed in delight. Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers were a joy every season. Mary reached for the pamphlet first. She knew better than anyone how gossip could be wielded as a weapon, and her eagerness to uncover the secrets of this year’s marriage mart was palpable. You felt the same.

Dearest Gentle Readers,

How lovely it is to greet you again. Our time away from Society has proven wonderfully refreshing indeed, though I would be quite the liar if I claimed to not miss you. Our extraordinary ton has now returned from our glorious reprieve, and it seems there are a many anxious mamas hoping to prey on the unsuspecting wiles of this Season’s eligible bachelors.

Last year, scandal swept through the ton when none other than Miss Narcissa Black married Duke Lucius Malfoy in secret after a supposedly whirlwind love affair. Hopefully, Mr. Sirius Black is as unbothered as he appears.

Regardless of the nearly disastrous ending to last year’s entertaining exploits, the new batch of debutantes seem sparkling indeed.

There is fierce Lady Charity Burbage, who proves to be a bold wonder amongst a meek crowd. Or perhaps one might find interest in Lady Aurora Sinistra, who I dare say is more brilliant and sharp than ever. Even Lady Pandora Rosier seems dreamier of late.

There is one thing for certain, reader: this season will be one to remember.

Keep your wits about you. Scandal lurks in every corner, as tricky as a hungry fox and more than ready to sink its claws into an unknowing victim. Guard your hearts, gentle ton, for I fear what I will write this season will be quite damning indeed.

Yours Truly,

Lady Whistledown