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His Goddess - 3

Possessive!Adam x Goddess!Reader

Warning: Yandere theme, Possessive Adam, Goddess!Reader giving Adam a kiss, the DickMaster finally getting the love he deserves, mention of you and Adam kinda dating, marriage thoughts, Adam getting some love affection back that he fully deserves and needs

-I would imagine that the Goddess!Reader would sing along with the other gods/goddesses! Like they’d harmonize into making a beauty of a song like fitting puzzle pieces together for some odd reason

-A of the songs that I see all the gods would sing would be ‘Let Us Adore You’ from Steven Universe

-Like it fits so well! White Diamond would obviously you, Yellow Diamond would be Ares and Demeter, with Blue Diamond being Themis and Eros

-When you all sing this would be trying to convince THE GOD that controls everything to stay because he magically left one day or doesn’t show himself anymore

-Another headcanon I would see is when Charlie and Vaggie went to heaven for that meeting, there would be either a small figure of yourself or a orb in the corner of the room watching everything

-As you know before the only people that know of all of your god's existences would be Sera, obviously Adam now, Lucifer (he has met you when you went to help him out once), and the god of everything

Sitting down at the house with Adam beside you watching a movie that you had never seen before, for that matter you haven’t ever seen a movie since you weren’t used to this new technology, you are always stuck with non-internet and future stuff. Weirdly enough Adam was a literal cat when it came to you, specifically one that would be clingy, possessive, and wouldn’t let anyone go near you without a reason. One example of this being when Ares had to come over and discuss his war ideas or technically the ‘Hell vs Heaven’ war that was going on.

He was in a three feet radius of you then all of sudden Adam practically hissing at him. You heard it right. Hissing! Like a goddamn cat, the both of you were confused and shocked by what was going on. So once Ares took 2 steps back that made him about five feet away from you is when Adam went quiet. Sipping his drink as he listened to your guy's conversation that was going about Hell vs Heaven mayhem.

Yeah, that moment was still vivid inside your mind, fresh like it had happened earlier today, that is correct cause it did happen the same day! Though the movie that was playing was a bit weird and not your type of thing. Glancing at Adam from the corner of your eye then back at the screen, “what do you exactly find entertaining about this.. so called movie?”

“What do I find entertaining?! The movies are about me and my life!” Adam said, both shocked and confused on how you weren’t entertained with his life story that people on earth made. “I already know about your life, I was there the whole time watching.” You told him looking down at him with an unimpressed look. “Oh yeah, watching through a crystal orb,” he said, remembering that you could see everything.

“No, not through the orb I mean in person,” furrowing his eyebrows in confusion at your words. “In person? I would’ve seen you through and you would’ve stood out like a sore thumb with your height.” Adam laughed at his own joke that wasn’t even a joke, shaking your head. Of course you were down there in person a few eons ago, it was a command that THE GOD gave to you after all, so how could you not reject it?

There was a knock on the door that made you and Adam look over to, “you may come in.” The person on the other side heard that as the door opened a second later to reveal your angel assistant which all the gods got as a gift from THE ONE. Adam was grumbling on how this angel was ruining your guys' time together, crossing his arms as he glared at the angel who was standing their ground but was actually shrinking on the inside from Adam’s staring. “Good evening, Cassiel. Is there a reason why you’re here?”

Looking down at the angel who had a golden halo and wings on their back with a crystal eye that had wings beside them. “So to interrupt both of your evenings but Lady [Name], there has been a meeting set up later today around 13:25.” Cassiel stated her arms folded behind her back while she stood up straight. “Hmm very well,” nodding your head at her telling her you understand. “Alright, you hear that hot goddess bitch? We are gonna have a meeting to attend to-” Adam was cut off by a cough coming from Cassiel who looked a bit nervous and embarrassed.

“Sorry to inform you but this is only between the gods and goddess this time. After all this meeting is with none other than the Lord himself that scheduled this meeting for the original five and himself.” Your eyes widen at the news that was given, Adam’s smile and excitement gone, now replaced with boredom and a glare. “Why the hell not? I’m fucking Adam I can go to any-” he was once again cut off but by you this time. “Adam, I know I said from the last meeting you’d be able to go to other meetings with me. Though this one is asked by his Lord himself, only with the five of us.”

Crossing his arms, grumbling under his breath that he should be able to go because he was Adam and that Big G would be happy to see him after eons ago. Waving Cassiel off so you could speak to Adam alone about this matter so Cassiel wouldn’t get in the way of his tantrum that he usually throws when he doesn’t get his way especially when it’s involved around you. The door shut as you spoke up, “Adam I know how much you want to go but you cannot go. How about this? When I come back from the meeting we could do whatever you want whether it’s going on a date, to Earth, down to Heaven, or even go kill a couple of sinners down in hell. How does that sound?”

Adam perked up at the suggestion that you are giving him, about the two of you could do together. “Really? Anything? Like.. anything anything?” He said, making sure that what you said was actually what you said. Giving him a firm nod at which he started jumping with excitement and happiness, “fine go to that stupid meeting but I’m gonna hold you accountable for your promise.”

Smiling gently at Adam who was crossing his arms with a huff, raising your hand as you place it on his messy brown hair then planting a kiss on his forehead. His face immediately went red and eyes widening realizing what you had just done, “don’t do anything until I get back!” That was the last thing as you quickly left with a snap of your fingers. Adam placed his hand where you kissed him and his other hand on his red cheeks, a love sick smile on his face.

— — — —

Taking a deep breath as you open your eyes to see the rest of the gods in their own spots in the meeting room. This meeting room wasn’t like the one before, of course not it was completely different. There were six seats, the four gods in their original spots on your sides but your back was to the door this time, at the front head of the table in front of the window sat him. The Lord, God, the Creator, the one before everything, the Heavenly Father, the Father. Yahweh.

You were nervous to say, usually you weren’t since you were always second in command and knew that Yahweh would always listen to your word on everything. It was because you or anyone hasn’t seen him in centuries since the last meeting. And usually there would be a heads up on these types of meetings beforehand instead of the same day. Yahweh even cut off communication between the two of you, he told you that he needed a break from everything so you had taken over his spot so he could have a vacation for once every century.

His vacation was another reason why you couldn’t tell him that Adam was at the Tower of Heaven, living with you. You wouldn’t ever interrupt his vacations because you never had a reason too or want too since he very well deserved it for everything he has done. You’ll have to tell him, after all you’ve never kept anything from him unless it was a gift for him.

“Ah! It is wonderful to see you all again! Themis, Eros, Ares, Demeter, and of course my second in command [Name]!” It was no secret that you were favored over everyone else, and nobody minded because they would also want to listen to your options and favor you more than others. “How are you all doing on this great fantastic day?” Yahweh said, his eyes glancing around at everybody, a big smile on his face all happy to finally see everyone again.

Eros was the first to speak up, “everything has been going wonderful to me! Especially when seeing more and more people fall in love with each other! It is so wonderful to see everyone love and cherish each other again.” Yahweh listened to what he was saying until Cupid finished up, turning over to Themis to see if he had anything to say. “Well, there’s been a quite good balance on Earth, and every person that passed through here to get either reincarnated was accepted and others were not so much from the horrible stuff. Overall I would say that it’s been amazing so far.”

Themis finished up looking over to Ares who was to tell how he felt, “there is nothing much for me to say besides that there is no war going on at the moment between the countries or people. My day is going good though, thank you for asking.” Yahweh chuckled at that as he shifted his gaze over to Demeter. “My day has been going wonderfully, the plants and trees started growing rapidly and quickly. They also started blooming different kinds of new colored flowers.” Demeter tone in her voice was calm and collected making everyone feel at ease, petting her pet bird that sat on her arm chair.

Lastly all the attention looked towards you waiting for what you were going to say, ‘oh, umm what do I say? No no, just stay calm, you're the goddess of creation and destruction you can do anything.’ Taking a deep breath as you talk, “my day has been going wonderful my Lord. The days are lovely, the Tower of Heaven is peaceful as always with the silence mixed with the charting here and there. But umm.. I think there is something that you would need to know that’s very important which you needed to know for a while now.”

Towards the end you started mumbling but quickly picked up your voice so you weren’t quiet so no one besides you could hear. “That’s all wonderful but hold onto that thought real quick because I have fantastic and amazing news to tell all of you!” Standing up in his seat in front of the table, clapping his hands together, a giant smile on his face as his eyes held a sparkle in it from what he was about to tell. “Lord this is a really important and urgent matter-” getting cut off by Yahweh waving his hand saying that you all could discuss it after the information.

“So recently I have realized that you all have been working really hard on duties and the souls, mostly you [Name], and how lonely you have been. So I decided to make you a husband, so you wouldn’t feel alone and have someone to be there for you just like Eros does with his wives.” Yahweh announced exclusively, his facial expressions shows how thrilled and cheerful he was when revealing his message.

The whole room went silent at that, your eyes widened, unable to comprehend what was said while your jaw partly opened up. Demeter stopped petting her bird as she glanced around the room at the others not knowing what to say, even her bird was gawking like it was frozen in time. Ares opened his mouth to speak up about something then quickly shut it, not able to form words. Themis let out a deep breath feeling the slightly tense silence that not even her scale and judgment could fix. Eros covered his mouth that had a gasp escape a second before he did, flashing his eyes over to you, then to Yahweh who was smiling confused, then back over to you again.

‘Oh my! [Name] getting a husband, out of the blue too? But what about Adam? Oh no that’s horrible! He’s so in love with her that he thinks of her life. He's her husband already, that and his possessive and obsessive tendies? This is going to end terribly! Unless someone reveals what’s going on, come on [Name]! Fess up and do something about the matter!’ Eros yelled in his head as he was looking more nervous every second nobody talked, sinking slowly down into his seat.

“So? What is that you wanted to tell me-” Yahweh cleared his throat wanting to know why every god was acting like this, he didn’t feel like he should read your guys thoughts since you’ll tell him everything. Slamming your hands on the desk, interjecting his sentence, standing up with your hands on the table as you shout, “Adam arrived at the Tower of Heaven about a few months ago after he was killed during extermination day! A soul from hell arrived in Heaven not too long before Adam died and arrived here! The now sinner's soul was redeemed and in Heaven. Adam has been staying with me since we didn’t know what we could do and to not break our Heaven rules that involved the matter! I can’t accept the husband either since Adam and I are technically dating as well after the first month he started staying here!”

When you were finished you held your breath in as everything went silent. You could almost hear a pin drop from the end of the hall which was very very far away. The four gods shifted their gazes from you over to Yahweh who was taking it all in word for word. His face no longer had a smile but just a thin line, opening his mouth only to close in a couple times. Putting his hand up in front of you all that said to give him a second, twisting his chair all the way around. Resting his chin on his palm staring out the huge window in the room.

Locking eyes with the others who were confused and nervous to say, taking a seat back in your chair waiting for something. Anything to come whether it was yelling or a punishment for not telling him sooner. Yahweh was in disbelief to obvious state, spinning his chair back around his both held together in front of him as he took a breath in then let it out. “So that is..” crossing their fingers waiting for the yelling or shouting from Yahweh to begin only to get none of that. “Wonderful news! Well not Adam dying but having a redeemed sinner? Finally! I’ve been waiting for so long that it felt like an eternity, ha ha! That is amazing. And you and Adam are dating? I would have never expected that to ever happen, in all of my lifetime!”

“You’re- you’re not.. mad?” Questioning as all of you glimpsed at one another to only see the same confused face. “Mad? Why would I be mad? Well I am upset that Adam had died from the extermination that took place but I’m happy that he was able to get over his last two wives! He has you now! Though I’ll need to check in on that extermination!” Yahweh cleared up smiling brightly, stars stuck in his eyes showing his happiness and giddiness that was a child’s nature.

“I’m calling off the husband thing since you have Adam! For a second I thought I was gonna have to create someone that was another good that was to join the group, oh well! Guess I only need the original five and nobody else that’s new. Though if you two are getting married soon you have to invite me and that’s an order.” Nodding your head at his words.

After that whole ardeal the meeting went off like it normally did, talking about some issues that were going on here and there. Yahweh talked about probably wanting to start over from the very beginning then deciding against it since he could start a new experiment about new creatures that humans talk about. Which they called aliens, which you all started getting to work on, giving ideas on what they should look like and how they should be created differently.

Also butting in that they should be far away from the humans since it might cause some problems and if it ever does then you all should wipe them out. You set up safe measures for anything that could happen, and Yahweh said that they weren’t gonna be able to come to heaven but a different place for them to separate angels, sinners with the new alien creatures.

— — — —

Stretching your arms as all of you went your separate ways to your own houses, Yahweh made sure that you got the message to marry Adam whether it was in decades or centuries or eons. He really wanted you two to get married for whatever reason, even gave you two rings that personally to your liking.

Piping up behind Adam to see him watching tv briefly, his whole body laying across the couch muttering a song under his breath, some words mentioning how boring it was without you and that he should’ve gone no matter what. Taking in a full view of Adam, his brown hair to his hazel-brown like eyes. How could he be this.. attractive? How could you not realize this until now? You felt like your cheeks were heating up, where were you hot? Last time you checked Heaven always had nice temperatures so you’d never feel too cold or hot, it was always the same warmth everyday.

Placing a hand on your cheeks, shaking your head quickly, looking at the tv to see some kind of sitcom show about a family who were arguing or messing around with each other. Glancing back down at Adam who’s eyes were staring to close from how boring the show was, it wasn’t even that interesting or entertaining for his liking. His eyes felt heavier and drooped down. Smiling softly down at him, how could you not realize it until now? You were in love.. with Adam. So Eros was right about what he told you after the meeting in private.

-Flashback-

About to teleport your way back home to Adam before you had gotten stopped by a tap on your shoulder. Turning around to face Eros who was giving you a soft smile that he always wore, “ah sorry to interrupt your time to go home [Name] but I wasn’t to ask you something. If that’s alright with you. “Hmm? Sure I don’t mind Eros, ask whatever you need.” You give him a reassuring smile, making him a bit more confident on what he was going to ask.

“Well, how do you feel about Adam? Like do you like him, like just just in general.” Taken back by the question but coming back quickly as you thought about it for a minute. How did you feel about him? You liked how he was always there when he needed help, how he was always by your side no matter what happened. You liked how he would never back down from a fight or a challenge that you gave him, how his wings felt around you when he gave you a hug that would last for hours.

His golden wings felt soft, you had wings too but you never brought them out like the extra pairs of arms you had in your full form just like the others who looked completely different that they would originally.

“I like everything about him I suppose.. he’s always there for me, always helps me out even if I don’t need it, and try’s keep me warm with his wings whenever we’re watching movies together on the couch.” Laughing at the part of remembering his wings were able to go around your tall frame even when you were in your nine feet tall self. Eros felt it, he felt your heart speeding up a bit when talking about Adam himself, your likes that reflected off him, and how there was the slightest pink blush on your cheeks.

“Oh [Name].. you're in love with him!” Eros squealed in pure enthusiasm, tilting your to the side a bit conflicted. “Eros doesn't take this the wrong way but that’s impossible. I’m incapable of feeling love, I haven’t ever felt any type of love for eons or even yonks(eternity).” You told him trying to get him to understand that, shaking his head at your words. “Yes I know. But as Cupid the God of Love I can feel the love radiating off of you when you were talking about Adam like he was truly the one that was made for you even if you don’t think so.”

“I don’t know, Eros. If you say it is true, I’ll try to keep an eye out for it.” Affirming him as you took your leave, Eros smiled with a shrug and skipped away most likely to go and see his wonderful wives.

-Flashback end-

How could have this happened? Your heart was beating and your cheeks were getting red and heated up from just getting the smallest amount of a glimpse from Adam and that just made lol your emotions go haywire. ‘Maybe.. just maybe this feeling wouldn’t be so bad.’ Creating a blanket from your powers, draping it over his limb body, bending over a bit as you place a kiss on top of his forehead. Pulling away, staring close at him as he slept away the rest of the day peacefully. Not able to resist the temptation, you had kissed him on the forehead again.

Standing fully back up, smiling down at him as you walked off to tend to the paperwork in your office. Missing for a split second of Adam smiling, watching you walk away, his hand on his forehead where you kissed him. Two more times might I add.

[quarterlifekitty]

Cw: cum eating lol

Goddess!Reader as a forgotten deity— a small temple hidden in a cave, completely overgrown with vines and moss. The marble of the flooring is cracked and split with the dripping water and the roots of the overgrowth. There is a statue of you— life sized, not grand or impressive. The skylight of the cave bathes it in sun and moonlight as the days go by.

Warrior!König who finds your little shrine and is enchanted. He has always felt like an outsider— that he has never belonged, and never looked at with familiarity. Maybe it’s his loneliness getting to him, but he feels warmth in the gaze of the statue. You’re a beautiful figure. Despite the state of the place, he feels at home. He doesn’t have much— but he clears some vines and dust off of the offering altar and leaves a fig and a handful of oats.

In his next battle, he finds some uncanny things happening around him. He’ll be dueling an enemy, when a stray beam of light will move in just the right way to blind him for a moment, allowing König to land the killing blow. He’s about to be struck from behind with his assailant’s sword catches in the scabbard for just a moment— long enough for König to turn and fend him off. Could this be his offering at work?

He comes back. This time with an orange, and a gold piece. He gives himself a few moments to admire your form— your breasts perfect, your smile gentle and content. He uses his sword to clear a bit more debris— enough to leave you more clearly visible.

He continues to excel. Not through any supernatural strength, but due to these small strokes of luck finding him at the perfect moment. His sword striking at just the right angle to land in the chip of his enemy’s weapon, cracking it in the fault and rendering it useless. One of his arrows manages to pierce through one target and into another.

He becomes your single worshipper— and the most devoted. He brings fruits, coin, fresh cloth, milk…. And his visits become longer. He lets his hands linger when he touches the cool marble of your statue. He’s taken in a moment of weakness— infatuated with the one figure that seems to care for him— and he touches himself to your image, spilling his seed across your altar— against the red grapes he’d brought for you.

König falls asleep looking at your form. There is no plaque nor writing in your temple— he doesn’t even know your name. When he wakes, the pedestal holding your statue is empty, but he feels a warmth curled into his side, looking down to see you finishing the last of a stem of grapes.

[pastanest]

thinking abt being Spencer Reid’s controversially young gf (post-prison dilf era) and while he’s working a case he calls and is like,

“Dearest ray of sunshine, the heart of my life and reason for existing- Our unsub is gen-z and I urgently require your assistance. Please, what is rizz?”

[lilacgaby]

title: awaken.

pairing: barbarian!bakugo x goddess!reader,

synopsisꨄ. you've been asleep all this time, who knew a barbarian would be the one to awaken you?

(extended ver of this)

as katsuki wandered through the never ending forest, he let the words of the elders ring through his head. "you'll never be anything more than a placeholder for the next king."

he set off, destined to prove himself, show that he was worth more than any of them could predict. his father was worried and heartbroken at his sudden departure, but his mother understood that he'd need to do this now, or he'd never forgive himself.

the first thing he did as he set off was to secure food for the night. he eyed a group of hogs, all large and heavy, perfect for feeding him throughout the night. he grabbed the bow out of his satchel and aimed it at the largest one, which landed perfectly in his target's head. he couldn't help but to let out a celebratory laugh as it fell to the ground, making the hogs around it scurry off into the forest.

that seemed to be the last of his luck for the day. he now wished he chose a different day to set off, as the rains and winds were heavy, it was impossible to set up camp in the forest as it was. suddenly, through the curtains of heavy greenery, he saw an abandoned structure. he'd prefer anything to the harsh conditions mother nature set out on him now, so he cut through the vines as he made his way into the structure.

it was grand inside, he thought. he couldn't see very well thanks to the darkness brought on by the rains, but from what he could see it must have been a place of high regard in its peak.

he lit a torch, carrying it as he continued on into the structure. he determined it had been a church in its old days, long forgotten due to.. well he didn't figure that part out yet.

he bumped into a object that resembled a bench, besides the old candle wax, fresh leaves, and golden statutes he saw littering it. he made a mental note to take those with him as he organized his things onto the bench.

he laid his wine down first, a treat he'd enjoy on the way back to his kingdom. next, he laid down his clothes he planned to change into. though he was a barbarian, and by nature they did not wear many clothes, katsuki knew the trip would require such clothing, so he brought the best.

his next item was the huge hog he'd caught earlier. he lugged it on to the bench-like object, thinking of how it was a perfect spot to gut and prepare it for his meal later on. speaking of his cooking, he made sure to bring only the finest oils to cook in. he set it down next to the hog, satisfied with his array of items, he'd slumped against the bench, closed his eyes and sighed.

when he opened it again, he saw the shadow of a person moving behind him. alarmed, he readied his other weapon he always kept on his side, his blade welded by his mother.

though, his blade was dropped out of his hand at the sight. his jaw went slack, eyes wide, and the sudden urge to worship overcame him as he finally saw who was behind him.

a gorgeous.. deity? who glowed with an luminous essence, who adorned pointed ears, heavy amounts of gold, a silk dress that encapsulated your body, and an unreadable expression as you sifted through his items.

the ability to speak was taken from him, he felt as if he was at your mercy, and he was. he was on his knees before he could process it.

your hands glided through the items he had placed on the bench, after you finished looking through the group, you finally spared him a glance.

"your gifts are of high value," you spoke, your voice royal, with an unimaginable presence. "i'm not as powerful as i used to be, my temple and followers were lost to time, my memory faded from the minds of the new." you sauntered over to him now, becoming eye-level with him.

he'd never felt so unworthy.

"i have not much i can give you or do for you, so what would you like from me?"

his ability to speak finalky returned, his mind though, remained blank, so he answered with the only thing on his blank mind:

"your hand."

he immediately rescinded back, never feeling so unnerved and unknowing as he did in this moment. "i- it was an unreasonable request! you-- it's beneath y-"

"that's acceptable. i will go with you, barbarian."

he was shocked as you accepted, though he wouldn't dare question your judgement. "katsuki." he blurted out. "please call me katsuki."

"i will marry you, if it's what you desire katsuki."

his eyes shot open. "yes. i-- it's what i'd like."

"you may call me [name] then." he clutched his heart, he wasn't sure if he was dreaming, but if he was he'd never want it to end.

"alright.. [name]." you smiled at the hesitance in his voice, and waved his worries off with a smile.

"shall we head out then?"

"we can't, the weather is horrible."

"what weather? it's sunny as normal." surely enough, as he turned around the weather had returned to a calm, warm day. the harsh winds and rains no longer present, replaced by the mundane weather.

"i-- i suppose you're correct." he gathered his supplies, even getting your permission to take the things he had on your alter, as he learned it was, back with you two. he slung his satchel behind his back and turned to you.

you held out your hand, and after he placed a chaste kiss on it, he carried you in his arms. the journey back was a blur to him, the burning in his feet nonexistent as he focused on the feeling of his skin on yours, the feeling of his hands on your body.

you arrived sooner then expected. internally, katsuki was excited. not only did he manage to revitalize a goddess, but he'd marry her. he was ecstatic not only at the prospect of beating this into the elders' faces, but to be yours for his eternity.

as he burst back into the conference room, the elders were shocked to see him back so soon. the smug expressions they would've gotten were wiped off the second they noticed you in his arms.

even they, from their distance at their cabinets, could sense the raw presence you had.

"prince bakugo, what is the meaning of this?"

"i've brought to you undeserving folks my wife."

the table of elders all collectively choked at the revelation. "wife? but we've yet to go through the proper trails and period of compatibility. that woman isn't even a barbarian."

"you're right, she's above all of you. she's a deity, and i've earned her hand in marriage. i want my wedding planned for next week, make it fit for a god."

"a deity you say?" the elder's felt like their eyes were about to burst out their sockets. "but--"

they heard nothing as he walked away from the room, you still in his arms. as you eyed the new, strange innovations and buildings around you, katsuki clutched you closer to his chest.

he set you onto a bed, the feeling of silk under your hands one that was foreign, as you hadn't been awakened for over a century.

he knelt in front of you, taking off one of his necklaces, and wordlessly asking for permission to set it on you.

you didn't know this, but this was sacred to the barbarians, presenting one's necklace to another was like talking a piece of your soul and entrusting them with it.

he looked at the sight of you, his ruby necklace with the teeth of the beasts he slayed contrasting severely to the gold you adorned, and he smiled.

you felt your heart go into a knot at the sight of him, he held your hand as he suddenly made a vow to you.

"i vow to be your greatest worshipper. even if i am not the last, i will set a standard that will long exceed my lifespan.

for you are my wife now, and i'll cherish you as long as i may live."

you smiled softly, reaching out to him to hold his other hand. "you've already become my most interesting worshipper, that i'm certain of."

as the two of you basked in each others presence, other gods were smiling upon you two as well.

unbeknownst to you, zeus, a god who had favored you since your birth, had set off the storm on bakugo, leading him to your alter.

not like it was what you were pondering at the moment anyway, as you caressed and embraced your soon to be husband, who you were already planning to turn into a god alongside you.

[acid-ixx]

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will anybody be willing to hear out neglected child reader who was another one of zeus's bastard children. you're out there chasing for your stepmother (hera's attention), whilst zeus just lets you run around without his care, clearly too wrapped up in his affairs. your other siblings aren't as good to you, too, thinking another half-deity isn't worth their time—

so you'd give up, pretty much choosing to bestow the mortal world with your presence instead; because if you can't be loved by your own family, then let yourself be worshipped by passionate mortals instead.

how about romancing telemachus? what if you both learn what it's like navigating through his godly favor with athena, and you with your own powers? what if you have odysseus and penelope be the actual parent-figures you always wanted? their overprotectiveness skyrockets every time you propose to being elsewhere in ithaca, to the point you forget that it's you who has the godly powers to oppose, but how could you when a darker side of them appears every time you allow yourself to be disrespected within their palace?

how about in another place? what are you to many of the great warriors, if not for a forgotten, yet mysterious and whimsical deity? why is your name muttered in all the regions? surely, with just how much you deny your god-like origins, but still manage to capture the hearts of hundreds of suitors, you'd gain quite the infamous name despite your closed-off attitude.

imagine enough attention was garnered on your presence, that that's what was needed for them to finally notice you? but you're not quite the same child who used to pull on their robes, or look at them as brightly as the sun— no, now you deny them of any of your love. your mother, hera, finally sees you and urges you to return to olympus away from the prying eyes of many suitors and back into the domain of safety. she calls you her baby, fuzzing over you even when you openly and spitefully try to rip her hands away from fixing your 'messy' robes. zeus isn't any better, now he calls you sweet names and pretend like he hadn't actively bashed on you for your weakness back when you were begging on his throne for just a sliver of attention? he wants you to sit in between his throne and hera's? you're significantly smaller than him, he's gigantic in nature, and it doesn't help that he treats you like you could be easily squashed by him (which is every damn right possible, and it's intimidating and makes you want to cry).

and there's the issue with the others, too. so many of them used to deny you in favor of focusing on their own domains. now apollo wants to carry you off in one of his chariots to ride off the skies with him while he plays his lyre to you? artemis wants to teach you the way of the hunt under the dark, gloomy skies you used to wish under for a moment of their time? aphrodite used to spitefully shut you out of her own doors, but now she invites you in her room to gossip and play pretend while she coos and braids your hair?

and all the other gods, now wanting to take you away from the underserving - as they say it - mortal realm? that the people who built sculptures of you, who held you more lovingly more than those you grew up with, aren't worthy of your divine presence?

what a joy to be a being looming between the lines of mortal and divine, right?

a/n: this concept is better off and more coherent in my head i swear. now i don't often diverge from my main fandom, but the similarities between this and the yan! batfam is quite hilarious to me that ngl i want to make a crossover of it. and yes, this is me coping with the stress of having to deal with the sudden influx of hate in the yan! dc community, so i'm taking a short break from it to focus on this.

[erisv7]

─ Your Loyal Servant

Yandere Loyal Servant who served the Goddess of Love his entire life with unwavering devotion.

Who spent countless nights carving statues of your radiant beauty and unmatched grace.

Who taught himself the art of painting just to immortalize your divine visage on canvas.

Who pleaded tearfully with you to not join the gods in their war, fearing your safety above all else.

Whose heart shattered into irreparable pieces when the Goddess of Love perished on the battlefield.

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Out of his grief and undying loyalty. He ascended as the new God of Love. Taking your place, just as you wished.

As he inherited your divine domain, he ruled with an eternal ache in his heart. Unable to fill the void your absence left.

As the God of Love, he used his newfound powers to reincarnate you. Desperate to see you once more in the mortal realm.

If he reincarnates you, he must pay a heavy price. His existence becomes tied to you. And if he dies, he will vanish completely. With no chance of reincarnation or an afterlife.

He watched you found love with a mortal. He's torn between longing and acceptance. But he is content to see you smile even if it wasn’t for him.

Though he craved to be with you. But he can't, since he used his powers to you. He knew the price. If he dies, he vanishes entirely. Without the chance to reincarnate.

Yandere God of Love who made the ultimate sacrifice. He exchanged his divine life to ensure your eternal cycle of happiness and reincarnation.

As he faded into dust. His final thoughts were you, his love unwavering to the very end.

With a bittersweet smile, the Yandere God of Love vanished. Leaving behind a legacy of devotion that would echo in every love story throughout eternity.

[betterthanyalls]

Hey! I liked your Epic x reader! The one where Zeus kiddnaped Y/N and Athena fought for them and Odysseus!

Can I request a Epic!Hera x Reader

Even tho the gods couldn’t do anything to help, I can still feel like Hera had a liking to reader, they weren’t like the other ‘scamps’ that Zeus seduced.

I feel like Hera would comfort Reader and became their friend during the Seven years they were held captive.

Platonic or Romantic- your pick :D

AAAAAAAAAAAA HI HI HI HI IM SO SORRY WITH THE LATENESS BUT I LOVED THIS also im sorry for how short this was :sobs: it was meant to be like an interlude/minor pt 2 ANYWAYS THANK YOU SM I LOVE YOU THIS IS A GREAT ASK

Part 1

Masterlist

Stolen Soldier PT2

Hera [p] x Reader

EPIC: The Musical ~ Oneshot ~ Comfort/Angst

Words: 503

Published: 12/10/2024

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In the corner of a dark, unlit room, whimpering sobs were being produced. A young mortal cowered in fear, shaking uncontrollably while trying to bite back their anguish. 

The door slowly opened to the dark room, providing a haunting light to cascade over the entire area. Y/n choked out a terrified cry, coiling herself further into the corner to try and remain as small as possible.

Instead of the king god she expected, Hera walked in slowly, gently shutting the door behind herself. The queen held her hands up as if to show she had no weapon and walked towards Y/n as if the mortal was a wild animal. She may as well have been a rabid creature with how little of humanity she had left.

“I won’t hurt you, my darling." The queen comforted softly, crouching down in front of Y/n.

Y/n bit back another sob, watching the goddess’ hands and movement like life or death. She wanted to push Hera away to fight back, to try and keep any safety she could find. Y/n knew the stories of Hera, yet that wasn’t the only thing making her keep distance. How could Y/n ever trust a pair of hands again, divine hands at that? “My husband is still with the other gods in his meeting; he won’t be back for a while. I know it’s not your fault for being here," the goddess of marriage explained soothingly. “I do not wish to hurt you.”

“Why-” Her sentence was cut off as another cry escaped her throat. Tears fell like a broken fountain down her cheeks. “Why are you here?” The mortal managed to question, her voice hiccuping. 

“I am the goddess of women; of course I know the pains you bear."

Something in the goddess’ tone made Y/n feel a little better, comforting her. Hera opened her arms, offering an embrace of heavenly love. Y/n hesitated, unsure whether she could trust the touch of another. But the queen’s gaze was so calm and loving, it was impossible not to be drawn in.

Warily, the young woman crawled over, at once being encircled by holy hands. The true love and safety overwhelmed Y/n. It had been so long since the hands who touched her weren’t filled with uncaring lust. 

Hera rubbed gentle circles on the woman’s back, ignoring her newly wet shoulder. Y/n tried not to cry loudly, but it was getting increasingly difficult. The two ladies sat on the marble flooring of a cluttered room. 

The tune of an ancient hymn explored the room quietly, as if searching for someone to hold warmly. Cascading upon the mortal’s ears, the beautiful rhythm began to enclose her mind, providing the exhaustion she oh-so craved. 

Gradually, Y/n shut her eyes and sighed softly, her sobs quieting to soft sniffles. Bit by bit, her tired mind began to falter, providing the lulling space she desired so much.  “Sleep well, my little bird. You’re safe here.”

[deadghosy]

PLATONIC/ROMANTIC SLYTHERIN BOYS X LOVE WITCH/WIZARD! READER

Ft. The riddles, Draco malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott,&& Lorezno Berkshire

I appreciate reblogs, comments, and such as likes.

Tom Riddle

Makes you break couples up…🙁 please he gives off hater vibes on valentines days he don’t play.

He would especially make you break up that one couple that shows too much pda to the point Tom wants to Avada Kedavra himself. He literally points and says….

“Them..do your little love spells and break their pathetic hearts.”

Poor Tom just wants to go on with his day without hearing kissing noise.

Though he do wanders what your lips taste would taste on his.

Mattheo Riddle

Always pestering you to get him a date. Hell, he even woke you up straight on Valentine’s Day so you could help him find one.

Even for the yule ball…it was annoying.

“Are you sure you can’t make a love spell to work only for tonight?” Mattheo says, walking by you in the halls. You swiftly turn around with an annoyed expression. “Matt…please shove a sock in your mouth. I can’t force love, I can coach for sure. But force isn’t a good thing.” You lastly said. Leaving the Slytherin male to think to himself.

It took a few days for him to start to flirt with you. At first it didn’t work but then it started to.

Ending up with you two dating, oddly mattheo stopped talking about love which made you ask him.

Only for him to say this, “I stopped talking about love because you took it all.” Cheeky bastard…

Draco Malfoy

He’s just like Tom. He hates seeing pda from strangers. But for him he doesn’t mind showing you affection in public

A hypocrite I must say.

But he love show you do help couples with their relationship problems. He find it usual if you two ever get into an argument.

He’s curious, is he not? He goes into your so called “love office” and checks out your potions only to accidentally drop one called “obsession” on two rats who started to mate aggressively.

He was traumatized and never went inside your office again.

Blaise Zabini

Teases you a lil for being a love witch/wizard.

At first he thought you were joking to be one, but when you show your own magic he was amazed

Now he wants to watch all your sessions so can give his own love advice

Of course he credits you🫶🏾💕

If mattheo asked Blaise to steal a potion so he make two animals fall in love

He would either do it out of pure curiosity or just say no. You trust him a lot and even gave him a spare key for your office.

Theodore Nott

He would be a slight hater towards couple showing pda in public because he’s jealous he doesn’t that kind of love.

Would immediately sneak into your love office and try to do a “compatibility test” so he can see if you two are match

Would ask you a lot of damn questions of what do girls like in a guy and what do guys like in a girl. He just wants to know!

Probably asks if you do sex therapy.

Now that made him kicked out of your office.

He’s probably banned for life too🧍🏾

Lorenzo Berkshire

“Can you get me a date?”

Is what the poor boy would say to you. And sadly you decline as love is made within itself.

Lorenzo, being a slight hopeless Romantic and you being the romantic wizard/witch you are. Is quite a duo.

But despite everything, he wants to be your apprentice. Be finds your magic spells and potions very intriguing.

“Which spell works for this couple?”

“…break that one up. They’re so toxic.”

[elryuse]

Goddess Xinyu

Yandere Xinyu X Male Reader

Tags : Yandere Xinyu, University Alternate Universe, Teasing, Dominant Xinyu, Dirty Talking, Cowgirl, Creampie?

Words : 4,703 Words

This is A Commission Work For My Friend @Pizza_anon on Ko-fi. I Hope you like it brotha.

The air in the lecture hall was thick with the scent of nervous anticipation. You, a shy, quiet soul, felt a knot of anxiety tighten in your stomach as you scanned the room for an empty seat. Busan University, renowned for its rigorous academics, was a daunting place for a newcomer like you.

Then you saw her.

Xinyu.

She sat perched at the front, a vision in pristine white, radiating an aura of effortless grace. Whispers followed her like a trail of fragrant smoke – rumors of her wealth, her beauty, her… eccentricities. People called her the "Ice Princess," but there was a dangerous allure to her coldness, a hint of something wild beneath the icy surface.

You, with your timid demeanor and penchant for blending into the background, were a stark contrast to her vibrant presence. Yet, as the semester progressed, you found yourself drawn to her, a moth to a flame.

Her laughter, a melodious chime, would send shivers down your spine. The way her long, black hair cascaded down her back, the way her eyes, the color of a stormy sea, seemed to hold a thousand secrets… it was intoxicating.

One day, during a particularly heated debate in class, the professor, exasperated, threw a piece of chalk in your direction, startling you.

"Focus, young man!" he boomed.

You stammered an apology, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Xinyu, to your surprise, turned to you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Pay attention to the lecture," she said, her voice a silken caress, "and not to… distractions."

The simple statement sent your heart racing. You blushed furiously, determined to avoid her gaze.

To your astonishment, Xinyu approached you after class. "We should hang out sometime," she offered, her voice surprisingly gentle.

You, speechless, could only nod dumbly.

Over the next few weeks, you found yourself eagerly anticipating her texts, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and dread.

The day of your first date arrived. You agonized over your outfit, wanting to make a good impression. When you finally arrived at the cafe, you were met with a breathtaking sight. Xinyu, clad in a gothic-inspired dress of black velvet and lace, looked like a creature of the night, both alluring and terrifying.

As you sat across from her, the air crackled with an unspoken tension. Her gaze, intense and unwavering, made your skin crawl. You tried to make conversation, but your words seemed to catch in your throat.

"You're… very quiet," she observed, her voice laced with a hint of disappointment.

You mumbled an apology, feeling your cheeks burn.

"It's okay," she said, her voice soft, almost soothing. "I like quiet things. Easy to… control."

The words hung heavy in the air, the casual cruelty of them chilling you to the bone. Control. The word echoed in your mind, a sinister undercurrent to the pleasantries she exchanged.

As the afternoon wore on, your unease grew. Xinyu was charming, witty, captivating, but there was a darkness lurking beneath the surface, a predator's hunger that made your blood run cold. You wanted to leave, to escape the suffocating intensity of her gaze, but an invisible force held you captive.

As you finally excused yourself, Xinyu leaned across the table, her breath warm against your ear. "Don't worry," she whispered, her voice a silken caress. "I'll be gentle… at first."

You fled the cafe, your heart pounding in your chest. You knew, with a certainty that chilled you to the bone, that this was just the beginning. Xinyu had her eyes on you, and you were trapped in her web, a helpless prey awaiting her pleasure.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Xinyu, with her captivating presence and unsettling intensity, had woven herself into your life. You found yourself constantly thinking about her – her laughter, the way her hair fell across her face, the unsettling glint in her eyes.

She was always there, a constant presence in your periphery. In the library, you'd find her studying nearby, her gaze occasionally flicking towards you, a predatory smile playing on her lips. In the cafeteria, she'd appear beside you, her presence a jolt of unexpected electricity.

Her teasing became more frequent, more… intimate. She'd playfully place her hand on your head, her long fingers brushing against your hair. "So short," she'd chuckle, her voice a melodic taunt.

Sometimes, she'd lean down, her face close to yours, and playfully wave at your eyes. "Hello there, little mouse," she'd whisper, her breath warm against your ear.

You, bewildered and captivated, found yourself strangely drawn to these intimate gestures, despite the unsettling undercurrent. The power imbalance, the feeling of being dwarfed by her presence, both terrified and excited you.

One evening, she invited you to her penthouse apartment. You hesitated, a knot of apprehension tightening in your stomach. But the allure of spending time with her, of experiencing the world from her perspective, proved too strong to resist.

The penthouse was a stark contrast to your modest student accommodation – opulent, minimalist, and undeniably intimidating.

Xinyu, dressed in a flowing silk robe, moved through the space with a grace that bordered on feline. She offered you a drink, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling amusement.

As you sipped your drink, you felt a strange sense of unease. The air in the apartment, despite the luxurious furnishings, felt heavy, suffocating. Xinyu, perched on a high stool, watched you with an intensity that made your skin crawl.

"Tell me about yourself," she purred, her voice a silken caress.

You stumbled over your words, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. Xinyu, however, seemed unfazed. She leaned forward, her gaze intense, her smile predatory.

"You're interesting," she murmured, her voice a low growl. "So… fragile."

The word, "fragile," sent a shiver down your spine. It wasn't the first time she'd used it, and each time, it felt like a subtle threat. You knew, with a chilling certainty, that you were caught in her web, a helpless prey awaiting her pleasure.

The teasing escalated. It was no longer playful pats on the head or casual hand placements. Now, her touches lingered, a burning brand on your skin. She'd brush against you in the hallways, her body brushing against yours with a deliberate slowness.

In the library, she'd sit beside you, her leg casually draped over yours, her gaze fixed on your face, a predatory smile playing on her lips. You'd try to shift away, but she'd only tighten her grip, her eyes boring into yours, a silent challenge.

Her words, once playful, now carried a chilling undertone. "Such a delicate frame," she'd murmur, her voice a low growl. "So easily… broken."

You began to sleep less, haunted by nightmares of her, her eyes burning with a possessive fire. You'd wake up in a cold sweat, the memory of her touch still lingering on your skin.

One evening, while studying at the library, you felt a sudden chill. You looked up to see Xinyu standing over you, her face pale, her eyes wide with a strange intensity.

"You look… pale," she observed, her voice a silken caress. "Are you alright?"

You mumbled an apology, your voice trembling.

"Come," she said, her voice urgent. "I want to take care of you."

Before you could protest, she grabbed your hand, her touch surprisingly gentle. You allowed her to lead you out of the library, a strange sense of dread washing over you.

At her penthouse, she ushered you into a luxurious bedroom, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume. She pushed you gently onto the bed, her eyes never leaving your face.

"Rest," she commanded, her voice a low purr. "You look exhausted."

You lay there, your heart pounding in your chest. You wanted to protest, to tell her you wanted to go home. But her gaze, intense and unwavering, held you captive.

As she moved closer, her hand reaching out to touch your face, a wave of terror washed over you. You knew, with a chilling certainty, that you were trapped. Trapped in her web, a helpless prey awaiting her pleasure.

The library was silent, save for the faint rustle of pages and the occasional creak of a chair. You were hunched over your notes, the glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows across the table. The air felt heavy, suffocating almost, as if the walls themselves were closing in on you. And then, like a sudden gust of icy wind, you felt it—her.

You looked up, your breath catching in your throat. Xinyu stood over you, her tall figure looming, her piercing eyes boring into yours. Her face was pale, almost ghostly under the harsh fluorescent lights, but there was something about her expression that sent a shiver down your spine. It wasn’t just curiosity or concern—it was hunger.

“You look… pale,” she said, her voice a low, silken murmur that seemed to wrap around you like a vice. “Are you alright?”

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. “I—I’m fine,” you stammered, though your trembling voice betrayed you.

Xinyu tilted her head, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder. Her lips curled into a smirk, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Those eyes—they were unnerving, unblinking, as if she could see straight through you. “Liar,” she purred, her tone playful yet laced with something darker. “Come. I want to take care of you.”

Before you could protest, her hand shot out, grabbing yours. Her grip was surprisingly gentle, but there was no mistaking the urgency behind it. She pulled you to your feet, and before you knew it, you were being led out of the library, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Your heart raced, a mix of confusion and dread swirling in your chest. You wanted to resist, to pull away, but something about her presence—something about her—made it impossible.

The cold night air hit you like a slap as you stepped outside, but Xinyu didn’t slow down. She led you to a sleek black car idling at the curb, opening the door and ushering you inside without a word. The driver didn’t glance back, didn’t ask questions. He simply drove, the city lights blurring past the tinted windows.

You sat stiffly in the plush leather seat, your hands clasped tightly in your lap. Xinyu leaned back, her gaze never leaving you. “Relax,” she said softly, her voice almost soothing. “You’re safe with me.”

Somehow, that only made you more nervous.

The car came to a smooth stop in front of a towering skyscraper, its glass facade reflecting the moonlight like a jewel. Xinyu stepped out, holding the door open for you. “This way,” she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You followed her into the building, the lobby a dizzying display of marble and gold. The elevator ride was silent, save for the soft hum of machinery. When the doors slid open, revealing her penthouse, you couldn’t help but gasp. The space was vast, opulent, every surface gleaming with wealth. But it wasn’t the luxury that caught your attention—it was the air. Thick with the scent of expensive perfume, it clung to you, making your head spin.

Xinyu led you to a bedroom, the carpet muffling your footsteps. The room was bathed in soft, golden light, the bed draped in silk sheets that shimmered like liquid. She pushed you gently onto the edge of the mattress, her touch sending a jolt through your body.

“Rest,” she commanded, her voice a low purr. “You look exhausted.”

You sank into the bed, your mind screaming at you to leave, to run. But your body refused to obey. You were trapped, held captive by her gaze, by the weight of her presence. She moved closer, her hand reaching out to brush your cheek. Her skin was cool, almost unnaturally so, and yet it ignited something deep within you.

“Why are you doing this?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

She smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent a thrill of fear—and something else—coursing through you. “Because I can,” she replied simply, her fingers trailing down your jawline. “And because I want to.”

Her other hand reached for the hem of her dress, and with a deliberate slowness, she began to peel it off, inch by tantalizing inch. The fabric slipped down her shoulders, revealing smooth, flawless skin. She stepped out of it gracefully, standing before you in nothing but lace lingerie, her confidence radiating like heat.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Your throat felt dry, your pulse racing as she climbed onto the bed, straddling you with effortless grace. Her hands found yours, pinning them above your head as she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Don’t fight it,” she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. “You know you want this as much as I do.”

Her lips trailed down your neck, each kiss igniting a fire that spread through your veins. You tried to resist, to hold onto some semblance of control, but it was futile. She was everywhere—her scent, her touch, her voice—consuming you completely.

“Say it,” she demanded, her teeth grazing your earlobe. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I—” you started, but she cut you off with a kiss, fierce and possessive. Her tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you, branding you. When she finally pulled away, her eyes burned with a ferocity that left you breathless.

“Say it,” she repeated, her voice low and dangerous.

You hesitated, but only for a moment. “I’m yours,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

She grinned, triumphant. “Good boy.” Her hands roamed lower, teasing, taunting, until you were writhing beneath her, desperate for more. “Now,” she purred, her voice a sultry promise, “let me show you just how much I’ve been wanting you.”

Good boy. The words echoed in your mind, reverberating through your body like a command you couldn’t disobey. Xinyu’s hands were everywhere, possessive and demanding, as if she were mapping out every inch of you to commit it to memory. Her breath was hot against your neck, her teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you shiver. You wanted to pull away, to escape the intensity of her gaze, but something about her—her dominance, her confidence—held you captive.

“You said you’re mine,” she murmured, her voice low and dripping with honeyed menace. “But do you understand what that means?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no sound came out. Her fingers trailed down your chest, nails scraping lightly over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “It means I own you. Your body, your mind, your pleasure—everything belongs to me now.”

Your heart pounded, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through your veins. This is wrong, a small voice in the back of your mind protested. But it was drowned out by the heat spreading through you, the ache growing between your legs as her hand slipped lower, teasing the waistband of your pants.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, her voice deceptively soft. But there was a challenge in her eyes, a dare for you to defy her. When you didn’t answer immediately, she smirked. “That’s what I thought.”

Her fingers dipped beneath the fabric, tracing the outline of your arousal. You gasped, arching into her touch despite yourself. She chuckled darkly, her breath warm against your ear. “So eager already. I haven’t even started yet.”

She shifted, straddling you with practiced ease, her weight pressing you deeper into the mattress. Her dress rode up her thighs, revealing smooth, pale skin that seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. Her hands moved to the hem, and slowly, deliberately, she began to peel the fabric away, inch by torturous inch.

God, she’s beautiful. The thought struck you unbidden, and you hated yourself for it. But you couldn’t look away. Every movement she made was calculated, hypnotic, designed to keep your eyes on her. She wasn’t just undressing—she was putting on a performance, and you were the captive audience.

When the dress pooled at her hips, she paused, her fingers resting on the edge of her lace panties. Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “You want to see more, don’t you?”

You nodded, unable to speak, your throat tight with anticipation. She laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Then ask nicely.”

“Please,” you managed, your voice trembling. “Please, Xinyu.”

She tilted her head, considering. “That’s a start. But I think you can do better.” Her fingers toyed with the lace, tugging it down just enough to tease. “What do you really want? Say it.”

Words failed you. How could you articulate this… this need she had awakened in you? It wasn’t just physical—it was something darker, deeper, something that terrified and thrilled you in equal measure. “I… I want…”

“Tell me,” she purred, leaning closer until her lips brushed yours. “Say it.”

“I want you,” you breathed, the admission tumbling out before you could stop it. “I want you to take me. To… to claim me.”

Her smile widened, triumphant and predatory. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” In one fluid motion, she pulled the panties down and tossed them aside, leaving herself completely bare. Your breath caught at the sight of her, flawless and radiant, her body towering over you like some goddess descended from the heavens.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said, her voice thick with promise. She reached for your pants, unbuttoning them with deliberate slowness. You lifted your hips to help her, but she clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Uh-uh. Let me do it. You’re mine, remember?”

You nodded again, swallowing hard as she peeled the fabric away, exposing you to the cool air of the room. Her eyes roamed over you, hungry and appreciative, and then she met your gaze. “Such a good boy,” she murmured, her tone both mocking and affectionate. “So obedient. So desperate for me.”

Her hands found your shoulders, pinning you to the bed as she lowered herself onto you. The first contact was electric, sending a jolt through your entire body. She moved with slow, deliberate strokes, her hips rolling in a way that made your head spin. Each motion was calculated, designed to drive you wild, to push you closer to the edge without letting you fall.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, her voice low and sultry. “So perfect for me. Just like this.” Her nails dug into your skin, leaving faint marks that you knew would linger long after tonight. “Tell me how much you love this,” she demanded, her pace quickening. “Tell me how much you need me.”

“I—” You choked on the words, your mind scrambled by the sensations overwhelming you. “I love it. I need you. Please, Xinyu—”

She cut you off with a kiss, deep and consuming, her tongue tangling with yours as she swallowed your moans. Her rhythm grew faster, more erratic, her hips grinding against you with an urgency that left you gasping for air. “That’s it,” she murmured against your lips. “Let go for me. Give me everything.”

And you did. With a cry that was part relief, part surrender, you spilled into her, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. She moaned, her own release shaking her as she rode you through it, her movements slowing to a sensual grind as she savored every last drop.

When it was over, she collapsed atop you, her breath hot against your neck. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the only sound in the room the rapid pounding of your hearts. Then she lifted her head, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You did so well,” she purred, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. “Such a good little slave for your goddess.”

Her words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, despite the exhaustion weighing you down. She kissed you again, slow and languid, her lips lingering on yours as if she were savoring the taste of your submission. “But don’t think I’m done with you yet,” she whispered, her tone playful yet filled with dark promise. “We’ve only just begun.”

She shifted, her weight settling beside you as her hand trailed lazily down your chest. “You belong to me now,” she continued, her voice a low, seductive murmur. “Every part of you. And I intend to make sure you never forget it.”

Your body trembled beneath her touch, anticipation and dread twisting together in your gut. What have I gotten myself into? But even as the question crossed your mind, you knew the answer.

You were hers. Completely, irrevocably hers. And there was no escaping it.

Xinyu’s lips curled into a sly smirk, her eyes glinting with a predatory gleam as she loomed over you. Her hand trailed down your chest, her nails scratching lightly against your skin in a way that sent shivers rippling through your body. Her voice was low, almost purring, as she leaned in close, her breath warm against your ear.

“You belong to me,” she whispered, the words dripping with authority and possession. “And now, I want you to show me just how much you mean it.”

Her fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes met hers. There was no room for argument, no possibility of refusal. Her dominance was absolute, and you felt yourself sinking deeper into the web she had woven around you.

“On your knees,” she commanded, her tone sharp and unyielding.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you obeyed, sliding off the bed and onto the floor before her. The plush carpet beneath your knees did little to ease the tension coiling in your stomach. She stood tall, her silhouette towering over you, her presence overwhelming. Her hands rested on her hips, her posture relaxed yet commanding, as though she were daring you to defy her. But you couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

She reached for the belt of her robe, tugging it loose with deliberate slowness. The silk slid from her shoulders, pooling at her feet in a shimmering heap. Beneath, she wore nothing but a lace lingerie set, the delicate fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. Your breath caught in your throat as you took her in—her pale skin, her long legs, the faint flush of arousal already coloring her cheeks. She was breathtaking, and she knew it.

“Look at me,” she ordered, her voice cutting through the haze of your thoughts.

Your gaze snapped back to her face, and she smiled, the curve of her lips more wicked than sweet. She stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the floor, until she was standing mere inches from you. Her scent enveloped you—expensive perfume mingling with something darker, more primal. It was intoxicating, and you felt your resolve crumbling under the weight of her influence.

She placed her hand on the back of your head, her fingers tangling in your hair. Her grip tightened, just enough to make you wince, and she pulled you forward until your face was pressed against her abdomen. The warmth of her skin seeped into you, and you could hear the steady thrum of her heartbeat beneath the surface.

“Do you know what I want?” she asked, her voice a low murmur.

You nodded, your mouth dry, your mind racing. You didn’t trust yourself to speak, not when every word felt like a potential misstep in this dangerous game she was playing.

“Say it,” she demanded, her fingers tightening again in warning.

“Y-you want me to… to pleasure you,” you stammered, the words tumbling out in a nervous rush.

She laughed, a soft, melodic sound that sent a chill down your spine. Good boy, she thought, though she kept the praise to herself. For now.

She released her hold on your hair, stepping back just far enough to give you space. Her hands moved to the clasp of her bra, undoing it with practiced ease. The garment fell away, revealing the full swell of her breasts, her nipples already hardening under your gaze. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs and kicking them aside with a careless flick of her foot.

Now completely bare before you, she looked down at you with an expression that was equal parts hunger and amusement.

“Show me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Show me how much you want to please me.”

Your hands trembled as you reached for her, but she caught your wrists, stopping you before you could touch her.

“No,” she chided, her tone sharp. “Not like that. Use your mouth. Only your mouth.”

She pushed you back slightly, ensuring there was enough distance between you and her for her to maintain control. Then, she spread her legs wider, offering herself to you without hesitation. Her confidence was unshakable, her dominance absolute. You were merely a tool for her pleasure, and you knew it.

Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to her inner thigh, your breath shuddering as you inhaled her scent. She hummed in approval, her fingers carding through your hair once more. Encouraged, you kissed higher, trailing your lips along the sensitive skin until you reached the apex of her thighs.

She let out a soft sigh as your tongue finally found its mark, the first tentative lick drawing a tremor through her body. Her grip on your hair tightened, guiding you as you began to explore her with increasing boldness. She tasted sweet, almost unbearably so, and you felt yourself growing more desperate to satisfy her with each passing second.

But she wasn’t about to let you have it so easy. Just as you started to find a rhythm, she pulled your head back, forcing you to stop.

“Not yet,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “I want you to beg for it.”

Your pulse quickened at her words, humiliation and arousal warring within you. “P-please,” you stuttered, your voice trembling. “Please, let me… let me make you feel good.”

She tilted her head, considering your plea for a moment before she smirked. “You can do better than that.”

You swallowed hard, your cheeks burning as you searched for the right words. “I… I need to taste you. Please, Xinyu. Let me make you come.”

Her laughter rang out, rich and indulgent, and she loosened her grip on your hair, allowing you to continue. “Good boy,” she murmured, her voice laced with approval.

You dove back in, your tongue working diligently as she guided your movements with subtle tugs and pulls. Her breathing grew heavier, her hips rolling against your face as she sought more friction. You could feel her thighs tensing around your head, her pleasure mounting with each stroke of your tongue.

“That’s it,” she purred, her voice strained with building ecstasy. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

You obeyed, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurred you on. Her grip on your hair became almost punishing, her nails digging into your scalp as she approached her climax.

Then, with a sudden cry, she came, her body arching as waves of release crashed over her. You held on, drinking in her essence until she finally pulled you away, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

Her eyes darkened as she looked down at you, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

“Such a good boy,” she murmured, her voice still heavy with desire. “But don’t think you’re done yet.”

She grabbed your arm, pulling you to your feet before spinning you around and pushing you back onto the bed. Before you could react, she straddled you, pinning you beneath her with effortless grace.

“Now,” she said, her voice a low purr as she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. “It’s my turn to take what I want.”

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

For our nikkes and then anyone else you want. How about an S.O. who lightly pins them to a wall (trying to be romantic/naughty), leaning in for a kiss, only to get flustered, chicken out at the last minute only to get reversed pinned and kissed themselves.

(Genshin Impact/GoV: NIKKE/GFL) Kabedon Reversal on their S/O

Genshin: Furina, Clorinde, Arlecchino, Lumine, Eula, Yae NIKKE: Rapi, Anis, Neon Girls' Frontline: AK-12, AK-15, M16A1

Furina's voice is caught in her throat the moment S/O catch her in a corner, their arm extending and making sure she couldn't escape.

Her eyes dart left and right, looking anywhere but them.

Until their fingers tilt her chin upwards, making her shut her eyes and pucker her lips for a kiss, her heart beating in her chest.

...For a kiss that never came.

(Furina) "...S-S/O?"

One of her mismatched eyes slowly creep open, noticing that S/O's face was just as red as she felt.

A small smirk grows across her lips as she confidence comes surging back, quickly grabbing their waist and pushing them against the wall.

(Furina) "HA! Now the foot is on the other...u-uh...!"

And when she looks into their eyes, it vanishes just as quickly as it arrived.

No wonder S/O couldn't go through with this, it was nervewracking!

Both her and S/O are too shy to initiate the kiss, instead awkwardly standing at the wall and staring at each other.

Clorinde is caught off guard for only a moment by S/O, her eyes slightly widening as S/O gently pushes her against the wall.

Her surprise is brief as she watches S/O shrink by the second, almost leaning in to presumably kiss her before they quickly back away, stammering an excuse.

(S/O) "S-Sorry, I was just...um...-"

Gracefully, Clorinde quickly switches place with them in one fluid motion, so fast that S/O didn't even realize what was happening at first.

And with a small smile to her lips, she presses it against S/O, both of them sharing a quick but passionate kiss.

Pulling away, her thumb brushes against S/O's cheek affectionately.

(Clorinde) "Not a bad attempt, S/O. But I think I've won this time.

Arlecchino watches S/O's every step, knowing damn well that they were already too flustered to follow through.

But she wanted to know how far this could go, and she simply observes with little change to her expression.

(Arlecchino) "...Well?"

(S/O) "A-Ah...It's just that..."

First of all, S/O was shorter than she was, so it was amusing to Arlecchino that they even attempted this.

Secondly, she would not budge an inch until S/O committed, unblinking and watching them fidget.

S/O sighs and backs off, trying to hide their embarrassment from her.

It doesn't work.

(Arlecchino) "Allow me."

Without warning, Arlecchino pushes S/O against the wall as one arm rested next to their head and she leaned in with no hesitation.

Lumine yelps when she feels S/O corner her into the wall, not knowing how to react.

But she quickly knows what to do the moment she sees just how flushed their cheeks are, a smirk slowly forming.

(Lumine) "Y'know, you're usually not supposed to be that nervous when you're doing it."

(S/O) "S-Stop teasing me!"

With a soft giggle, she simply taps one finger against her arm as she crosses it, waiting for S/O to make the move.

(Lumine) "Make me."

And seeing just how their body froze up from her response gave her all the time she needed to reverse this.

In one fell swoop, Lumine quickly swaps positions and smoothly kisses them in the span of a few seconds, feeling S/O freeze but then relax into her.

Eula chuckles, seeing S/O hesitate to move in for the final motion.

(Eula) "Cold feet, S/O?"

(S/O) "I-I...No, of course not!-"

Her oath of vengeance goes unsaid but its understood between the two of them.

Because she only scoffs at their false confidence before her arm scoops their lower back, and she picks them up easily and has their back against the wall.

Nevermind the fact her own heart was pounding, but with this reversal she would at least be in control, Eula not resisting her urge to kiss them deeply.

If you were going to sweep someone off their feet, then she would have to show them how it's done.

BIG MISTAKE.

Yae was pleasantly surprised that S/O would try something so bold.

Until they hesitated for even just a second, making Yae bare her fangs playfully.

(Yae) "Aww, aren't you so cute?"

And before S/O could even respond, she reverses the situation without breaking a sweat, one finger tracing their neck down to their shoulders.

(Yae) "If you wanted me to do this, you should've asked instead of doing it yourself!~"

Despite her teasing, S/O's attempt made her heart flutter. Now it was time for her to do the same thing, but with the correct amount of confidence needed.

S/O had a lot of bite marks on their neck after the fact.

Rapi's eyes widen as S/O pushes her gently against the walls.

She was unsure of what to do in this situation, but judging by S/O's rapidly increasing vitals, they probably had no idea either.

Or rather, they lacked the confidence to continue.

With her own cores rapidly heating up, Rapi simply chuckles and lets her arms wrap around S/O, letting her forehead rest against S/O's to calm them down.

(Rapi) "Good try, S/O. Would you like some help?"

Someone close to her once said that she should be more assertive. What better way to do so than now?

Twirling in place, albeit slowly, she now had S/O in her previous position, and placing kisses on their lips, cheek, and forehead, hearing them laugh.

She was amazed at her own confidence, but she supposed having someone to love would do that to a girl.

(Anis) "G-GAH! S/O?!"

Anis is for once at a loss for words when S/O has her against the wall.

Oh god, right now?! What if someone walks in-

...Nevermind. Anis just detected S/O's heartbeat climb to higher and higher rates, and that was before she even looked in front of her.

And just like that she immediately regains her snarky composure.

(Anis) "Come on, if you wanna try something as daring as that, you gotta have the backbone for it!"

She's careful not to utilize all her strength as to not crush them, but it was very easy for her to swap positions.

And with one playful kiss against her lips, she pulls back with a toothy grin and continues walking, leaving S/O a flustered mess.

(Neon) "OHGOSH-"

Neon's world spun for a brief moment before her eyes landed on S/O in front of her.

Oh, a kiss! Weird way to do it but whatever-

(Neon) "WAIT! Are you doing one of those Cabbydoms on me?!"

She had seen this talked about in her shows!...She thinks, anyway.

Neon suddenly becomes excited, eagerly waiting for S/O to continue before they immediately averted their gaze, making her pout.

(Neon) "Oh fine, I'll do it myself!"

Neon, despite being so small, aggressively slams S/O against the wall before crashing her lips against theirs.

(AK-12) "Oh?"

12 allowed herself to be gently shoved into the wall behind her, waiting to see what S/O would do.

Much to her amusement, they did nothing after that. Or more accurately, they failed to kiss her after making a valiant attempt.

(AK-12) "Hm, so close.~"

Her eyes open for a brief moment just to tease them, and suddenly pushes them against the opposite wall, still staring into their eyes as S/O's darted to avoid her close scrutiny.

(AK-12) "Look at me, S/O. I'm about to show you how it's properly done."

Kissing them for a brief moment, she pulls away and closes her eyes once more, hearing S/O stutter almost every word and making her giggle.

Well, S/O tried to push 15 to the wall to kabedon them.

Instead, she remained completely still as they failed to even make her budge, making her raise an eyebrow.

(AK-15) "S/O, do you require something?"

(S/O) "A-Ah...n-nothing, don't worry about it."

Detecting their vitals, it was clear S/O was lying. Were they attempting to show affection?

RPK-16 told her of a style to make your lover's heart race, and decided to try it.

15 effortlessly pushes S/O into the wall, picking them up with both her arms and kissing them, hearing S/O yelp before kissing back.

At least it worked.

M16 has a shit-eating grin the entire time, her eyebrows playfully waggling at her S/O.

(M16A1) "Oooh!~ Gonna shut me up, S/O?"

She watched S/O go through six different emotions in the span of a few seconds as she genuinely thought they would kiss her.

And to both her disappointment and surprise, they didn't.

(M16A1) "Don't wuss out, S/O! Gotta back up what you're doing! Like THIS-!"

M16 crashes her lips into S/O before pinning them into the wall, her hands grabbing their wrist, not letting them come up for air until she got her message across.

It was a good thing she both had a few drinks in her, and that they weren't completely alone so her confidence wouldn't shrink.

Truth be told, if they had done this to her in private, then she would be just as nervous. Not that S/O needed to know that.

[loverangels]

religion

pairings: goddess!reader x Luke castellan

synopsis: luke castellan hated the gods. They bestowed themselves above others and no other hatred could compare to Luke's for the gods and godesses. So when a goddess reaches out to him, sent by Zeus himself in order to restrain luke, why does he only find himself making you his religion?

PART I

PART II

PART III

I have no idea how long this series will go on for but for now I have done three parts and as I write I'll add another part.

Like/reply to be added to the tag list

[ryiju-muunie]

Hiii!! Could you do story where Sanji is dating reader whose old partner only prioritized their own pressure and sanji does the opposite? Reader isn’t sure how to process it and tries to do something for him but he won’t let them

“S-Sanji.. I insist!” You blurted out, closing your legs as fast as they were pried open. Your boyfriend stared at you with wide eyes, lying before you on his stomach. Sanji’s hands were on your knees, bringing them down and to the right to better see your face. Not one had you ever rejected his advances.. and he wasn’t sure if you were rejecting him now.

“Let me do something for you.. you always do this for me.. why can’t I .. uh..” You felt yourself look away awkwardly, “Do this for you?” Your fingertips kept on the hem of your top, running against the fabric. It was soft and comforting. Something to ground you as you tried to push back.

It wasn’t that you hated how Sanji prioritized you, no, it was the opposite. You loved it. You adored how he would fuck you like you were the only woman alive. And you adored how he would lavish your body with his tongue. But you felt spoiled. The kind of spoiled that you heard about in unfair relationships where the woman got it all and she sucked her boyfriend emotionally dry.

Were you sucking him dry? Well you weren’t literally, as he never let you pleasure him— that was just it! Were you somehow pushing him to put you above all else? You didn’t want that… even if it was nice. Nicer than anything you had ever experienced.

“Darling..” Sanji began, smoothing your legs out so they rested against the bed and by his left shoulder. He hiked your joint knees over his shoulder and spread apart your legs, much to your protest. But he didn’t lean in to kiss your core, he, instead, rested his head against your clothed mons pubis.

“I like doing this,” he looked from you to your underwear, then back to you with a small smile, “Unless you don’t like this, I don’t see anything wrong with this.” His nimble fingers began to trace up and down your thigh, circling around the bone that your underwear laid atop of. You could feel him begin to inch his digit underneath the cloth— so you caught his hand and removed it slowly.

“I like.. it..” You began with hesitation growing in your voice. It was only then that Sanji shushed you.

“What is ‘this’?” He raised a curly brow.

“You know…” Your hand let go of his and he slowly snaked it underneath your underwear again.

“No, I don’t know..” His voice was soft as his face began to lower toward your core. Sanji scooted himself back on the bed and rested his right cheek against your left thigh, letting his left hand slowly touch along your bush.

You swallowed, “Cunnilingus..?” It was embarrassing to say. You didn’t want to refer to the act as what it was because then it would be real. It would be real that Sanji prioritized you too much and you couldn’t let this power imbalance stay any longer.

“No,” Sanji exhaled and leaned away from you. The warmth from his face left a small tingling sensation, but it was soon replaced with his hand spreading your thighs further apart. His hand underneath your underwear used its position to slowly guide off your panties, as he continued, “I’m worshipping you. Every single time I do.. this I’m worshipping your beauty. You’re like.. like my goddess. Least I can do is pray to you, right?”

A small blush formed at the base of your cheeks and bloomed against your temples, “Uh-huh..” Your voice was small and smitten as Sanji lifted your legs to take your underwear off and toss it gently to the side.

His hand ran up your pubic bone toward your stomach. Softly he applied pressure to let you fall back against the cushion, and you complied. You let your back hit the bed and you let his mouth plant a kiss on your core.

It was soft kisses that he laid against your skin— against your folds. Slowly his tongue came out of his mouth and licked circles around your entrance. Sanji’s fingers came and pulled you apart to get a better angle to worship you with.

This wasn’t fucking.. this was worshipping.

You pressed the back of your hand against your open mouth and whined. It was hard to keep the noises back when he knew how to fuck you every single time, exactly like it was the first time all over again.

Sanji ate you out like you were his last meal— like you were the best tasting thing in the planet. You were his world as he licked a stripe up your cunt and relished in the slick pooling around in mouth.

“S-Sanji..” You gaped when he hit that perfect spot. When he licked circles around your folds and when he nibbled at your labia with his teeth.

“Yeah?” He breathed out against you. One of Sanji’s hands came up to rub against your clit, caging it between two skilled digits and fucking you like the princess you were.

“K..Kiss m- a-ah.. kiss mmm.. me..” It escaped your lips too fast, coming out as a cry rather than real words strung together. Your boyfriend nodded his head and pulled himself up to smash his mouth against yours. He kissed you quickly; he kissed you passionately. He kissed you like his life depended on it. Every ounce of his life depended on making sure you were pleasured in every way imaginable.

You could taste your wetness on your tongue, you could feel Sanji’s hand slowly slipping two fingers inside you, and you could feel how much he loved you through every touch.

Maybe that’s what caused the pleasure to get intense and pool at the base of your pussy.

Maybe that’s what caused a burst of intensity to flash through your lower half and release from your honeypot onto his hand, letting him slowly sink his fingers further to touch that perfect spot.

“G-God.. A-Ah~” You sobbed, pulling from the kiss to wrap your arms around his neck and breathe in gulps of air.

Every time without fail.. Sanji knew how to worship you. And you let yourself like it fully without shame.

Strawpage | Bluesky | Ko-Fi

[quarterlifekitty]

I'm begging with all the devotion I can muster PLEASSEEEEEE write part two for the goddess reader its such a unique creative concept that was written so well for being so short the people NEED it thank you for your service 🙏🏽

here's a little something something. Also, not really a content warning, but I feel the need to mention: I write intimacy/romance like a freak

cw: non-graphic sexual intimacy, mentioned death of a child

You can only appear to your devoted one through significant offerings. Trapped in the realm of the gods, you are powerless for as long as you lay forgotten by mankind. You tell König that his love is what gives you power.

His usual gifts to you are fruits and jewelry. At the end of his battles, he collects the gear of the fallen– armor, weapons, shields– and has it all melted down. He commissions the best craftsmen to create delicate chains, cameos in your image, beautiful bangles engraved with processions of animals. Rabbits are his favorite to adorn your altar with– representing luck, quickness, numbers… fertility.

His favorite piece for you is a hair pin. He had it made from the guard of a sword he pulled from some foreign noble– embedded with small jewels and molded leaves. He loves to see it glitter in the light as you turn to see him with that inspiring smile when he comes to visit.

Your temple features an impluvium– a tiled pool for catching rainwater. It’s purified from your influence, he’s drank from it many times. And one day, he sees your stolla neatly draped on your pedestal. Gold and silver are the only things decorating your ample form as you relax in the cool water, beckoning him forth like a nymph. He’s never shed his things more quickly.

He’s had women before. Paid women. Women whose time had a price– who wanted him to take what he wanted and leave quickly. He’s an efficient man, and it was never a problem for him, he understood that there was no room for true intimacy in a brothel.

You treat König to something so different it’s almost antithetical. It’s tantric, cool and warm at the same time, as many square inches of your skin pressed to his as possible. You are entwined. He could swear his flesh feels wedded to yours. To part from you would be death– to be alone in his own body.

The last time a person’s touch made him feel beautiful, he was a boy holding the hand of a girl, the young daughter of the man who owned the farm his family worked on. They were children when she died. He has felt robbed, alone, and abandoned ever since. You crack him open by the sternum and climb in between his ribs the same way that she once did. He would die for you and fight his way back from the underworld to die for you again.

[bruhhxiao]

Rebirth

(sfw/nsfw)

Seth x fem!Reader

!Warnings: there might me some sexual scenes but not to much, death and rebirth of reader, (Y/N) rarely used !

Requested by: @lillycore

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You and Seth were one thing, always thinking about each others but unfortunately your relationship was secret since you were just a mortal.

He would have left his throne exposed or his temple in silence just to spend a few hours with you. He was the god of violence and desert tempests, but your eyes met for the first time and there was only one tempest and it was in his chest, so he got curious.. visiting you at night watching your body wrapped around the linen sheets, or he would dissolve into sand and follow you around while you were busy with duties, or maybe worry Horus for his less anger towards anything. Because he was in love.

He would burst out of the temple after Nephthys begged him to end this story, she knew he started to get affectionate with you. Until a day he couldn’t take it anymore and shows himself to you. His body building little by little with sand while you holed the heavy container of water, his hand caressing your cheek as he leaned closer. You were completely froze, did you do something wrong to make the god Seth get to you?

When he has gotten closer to you doesn’t take time for you to reply, his lips sweetly touching yours making you drop the container and he realized. But from them moment and after he fully fell in love with you.

Your relationship started to grow time to time, he would visit you at night or take you in his chamber, and he would make it embarrassing because he doesn’t lay a hand on you, he just sits on the bed listening to your journey thinking how boring is to be a god.

But he noticed something, he would have thought that it was just a habit or that your lungs were just weak because you were a mortal, he didn’t mind it, he thought it was normal till your coughing got worse. To the point you had to hold your chest for the pain and find small drops of blood in your hand. You hide it from Seth but he notice your body getting weaker as days pass. And after a few days of absence the day came.

He could find you or even his servants couldn’t find you in the village and he finally decided to go to your house. He came at night when everyone where asleep a part of him regretted to see you but the other made him realize that maybe that was the last time he could hug you.

He knelt next to your shaking figure. Your body was boiling and sweating, your lung taking just the half of air. His arms sliding behind your shoulders and pulling you closer to his. He never felt this way: scared, strengthless, sad.

He kissed your temple and picked you up running to Anubis temple, of cousin the other gods were aware of the situation. There he goes begging on his knees with your body cooling in his arms, so pitiful, begging Anubis to talk to Osiris and make him spare your life.

The god ignored his request but Anubis done something that would have changed Seth life without his knowledge. He kept you as wandering soul till the day he betrayed Osiris and made you reborn.

There were you finally visiting Egypt for the first time in your life. All the studies and stories they told you about ancient Egypt made you more curious day by day. Your mother told you that your first word was a god name. And as you grew up you choose to believe in Egypt gods going against your own religion, but why.

There was something that no one couldn’t explain, how you got so affectionate to them from a very young age.

After a long period of stress you went to a trip with your friends to visit Cairo. You were excited. The next day you went visiting all the places and talked with some people and shared differences of culture and religion.

You packed your bag full of cameras and polaroids since you’re going for a tour of the Nile. It was dark and the only option was to find a place to eat and go to an Hotel around the area.

There you were enjoining the view on the restaurant balcony, the air was hot but the soft wind made it fell better. You were walking down the stairs for the silent garden downstairs, you laid on a bench as the smell of nature relaxed your tense muscles as your heart was beating in peace, you closed your eyes smiling like a dork remembering all the funny things that happened during these days and how this beautiful places made you feel like home.

You opened your eyes as you felt a drop falling down your cheek, you were expecting to find the stars covered by clouds and the moon losing her brightness. But you found two shining eyes hiding under a mask. You jolted by the surprise and sat yourself holding your chest meanwhile the figure also stepped back while the fountain limits the escape distance behind him.

You stood up you had plenty space to run away but you didn’t, you weren’t scared.

“Y/N it’s time to go back to the hotel!! Y/N!” you heard your friend scream from the balcony.

“Y/N…” Seth repeated your name under his breath, your eyes glued on the jackal-shaped mask until your friend called for you once again, Seth noticed and he dissolved himself into send disappearing.

He left you speechless, left you like a sculpted statue. You snapped out of your thought and rushed to the others.

Once you arrived at the hotel you locked yourself in, those eyes, just thinking about them made your heart race.

That mask was familiar, you searched on internet and bingo, that mask was related to a god very dear to you, Seth.

“The doctor warned me, there are too many flus and viruses going around here. I am hallucinating.” You said checking your temperature and turning on the Air Conditioning.

“But weren’t they half animals?..” you kept wondering till the day you had to go back home.

You searched on the internet but there were so many theories that the one you knew from childhood sounded crazy to you in that moment. You kept reading, working day after days neglecting your sleep and hunger. It was around midnight when your headache was getting worse and sometimes you would feel dizzy as well, you lay on the bed. “Just five minutes” sounded like a loop in your head till you fall asleep.

You felt a warm sensation o your left cheek but you thought it was from the sickness, but then you hear pressure one you chest, you heard a mumbling voice and it sounded relieved.

Your head moves to your chest and meets a very familiar but strange texture, you slowly open your eyes and by the soft light from the light stand you see a few red strings of red hair falling out the clothing that was attached to his mask.

You kind felt better but your muscles were too weak push him away. Seth raised his head turning towards your face, you couldn’t see much because of the jackal mask but you saw his trembling lips. It felt like Deja vu…

His hand reached the mask taking it off slowly and when your eyes met you saw a very similar expression but this time he wasn’t crying. You smelled sand, you smelled wheat and some hints of flax for a were short second. His name, hi face, his touch and his voice sounded clearer in your head.

“I thought he was going to take you away from me again…” he said before you could even clear your throat.

As you pronounce his name he holds you hand to his chest while his left hand holds your cheek, he sat closer next to you leaning down slightly. You couldn’t tell if it was a dream or not because you started to remember how the warm sand felt under your feet while you walked next to him talking about the mortals life.

Suddenly you got flashbacks of your last hour of life, he was sitting just like in the past and you felt pain on your chest, you were living a nightmare but the difference was that you’re staying alive. He noticed something was wrong, how your breathing got heavier and how your eye contact was so intense.

Who would have thought that the god of violence, destruction and desert tempest had stopped everything with a simple gesture, a simple kiss, a sweet stamp pressed against your lips. You felt something, you felt free, you felt hundreds chains letting you go and run towards freedom like a curse was broken.

You finally spoke, calling his name. Your hand reached his back pulling him in a hug, he leaned closer and both of his arms hugged you. Kiss sweet as figs while he laid on top of you making everything more passionate. Only he knows how much he wanted to do that before, holding you while making love and not seeing you suffering till your last breath.

His hands traveling under your T-shirt and take it off eventually, his right hand didn’t hesitate and he moved to your shorts. His hand slips inside the clothing serving you of some preparation before taking both shorts and panties off. He breaks the kiss for a few seconds waiting for a reaction from you, but you didn’t, you felt like him.

He toke off the cloth around his waist and position himself against your intimacy, he holds you as he slides into you. He was gentle, how his hands caressed your body made you feel like you were made of thin glass. His hips attached to yours, your back arches making you wrap your arm around his neck. The room was death silent, just your heavy breaths. Your reflection reflected back to you by the mirror next to your closet showing you how his buttocks contracted how he thrusted faster.

Somehow he noticed, his shoulders moved back a little as his hand turned your chin to him and he kissed you as you both reached pleasure. His hip’s grinding against yours and his arms held you tight against him, his lips travelled to your next leaving sweet pecks.

“My sweet baby.. I won’t let anyone anything happen to you again” he said kissing your cheek.

“But you’re a god, I’m a mortal” you said caressing his face.

“I can make you a demigod, but it won’t be easy for Ra” he says.

“but you might lose your memory…” he continued showing a bit of concern and worries in his eyes.

“I won’t never let anyone take you away from my memory.” You said cupping both of his checks kissing him.

Sure the Demi god might have suffered for thousand years and he never expected to hold you again in a healthy body like she always been with him.

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Helooo, again sorry for taking so long, I apologize to the one who requested :’)

Hope y’all enjoy<3 btw I have more requests of ennead coming up soon, very soon :p see yaa!!!

[lilacgaby]

can i request more on barbarian bakugou x godess reader??

Have a nice day!!

when barbarian!katsuki arrives back at his kingdom, the chiefs are surprised that the heir, who was so hellbent on not coming back without his own splendors, suddenly returned, with a proclaimed goddess!wife at that.

he ignored all their questions and concerns, demanding a wedding be prepared at once. many villagers eyed your wearily, you looked out of this century, wearing expensive silks and gems they'd never seen, with an otherworldly shine and aura about you.

barbarian!katsuki was so obsessed with your every action, he vowed to you in his own blood, that he'd be your final and main worshiper as your husband. he'd slice down the heads of a villager who had gotten to critical of his choice and protect your honor at any cost.

the gifts he'd bring to you were gorgeous, the amount of offerings he'd been making to you restored you to your former glory in just under a week, with barbarian!katsuki only asking small things of you as reward, like to be able to kiss your hand or to ask of a kiss from you.

when he finds out your true abilities of controlling fertility of the earth and life after death for those you deem worthy? he does everything to be deemed dignitary. he'll kiss your feet if he has to, he just wants to live an eternity by your side.

after the most grand wedding the barbarians could muster, he grew obsessed with the way you felt against his skin, his lips against yours, your hand against his, he didn't know why but you were just so irresistible to him.

the whole kingdom soon fell in love with you and the gifts you brought to their land, famine was nonexistent with you and katsuki in reign, and any threat towards you was dealt with by a rabid barbarian king who'd destroy any threat against you without thinking twice.

when you finally deem katsuki worthy, you don't only grant him life after death, but eternal youth as a god, same as you.

you two, who now rule alongside eachother for all of eternity, which granted katsuki's greatest unspoken desire.

follow up to this post!

[islassour]

sweet tooth!

percy jackson x daughter of hades reader

yes, you might have been the daughter of the god of death and the underworld, you might have been the spawn of satan (literally). yet you were sickeningly sweet! your taste in food, your voice, your entire being was like a box of chocolates.

so as you usually were, sat in percy's cabin with an entire pack of sour strawberry laces and in his arms, he just had to take a couple strings.

"do you mind?" you glared, knowing you didnt mean it. you were just super hungry as usual.

"sorry sugar, you can't just eat all of them though while your around me." he grinned playfully, planting a kind kiss to your temple.

"but these are my favourites, you should know this!" you whined, clutching onto the packet as it spilt the remaining grains of sugar onto his bed.

"you have like.. i don't know? four? five packs a day?" he chuckled, turning you over to face him. your face had a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"yeah but.. thats not enough for my system." you sighed as you put your lips into a thin white line, looking up at him with your almost entrancing eyes.

"well i don't need sugar do i?" he tilted his head, tucking your hair behind your ear. "i've always got you." he stated, giving your lips a peck.

"you are so corny." you rolled your eyes jokingly again, gifting him a kiss yourself as your right hand moved to his cheek, the sweet tone in your voice highly evident.

"oh come on, you love it!" he exclaimed after he pulled away, his hands resting softly on your waist whilst you fiddled with his hair.

"i guess i do." you sighed as your lip twitched slightly, gifting him yet another kiss to his forehead. "can you grab me that chocolate bar i left on the railing please?" you cracked a grin, making you look down as your cheeks burnt a warm pink.

"of course sugar." he simpered, sitting up from his bed to follow your very request.

until he returned, half of the chocolate bar missing from its wrapper underneath his terrible attempt of making the wrapper look like it hadn't been opened.

"percy jackson!" you exclaimed in annoyance.

"sorry!"