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a/n: the long awaited pt 2!! js know i absolutely love reading your guys comments!!
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pt 1 | masterlist
Lyrics to fly me to the moon filled your ears as you awoken. You glanced around the bedroom, your eyes found your hands had been loosened a bit from the rope. You were now able to move them to your face.
You wiped your eyes before looking around the dark room. âPlayer 129.â A deep voice spoke from the door.
Your eyes flickered to see the same blacksuited manager from the previous day. You held your breath as he stepped into the room. âFrontman had to step out due to business, he wasnât expecting you to wake up so early.â They explained.Â
âWhat do you want?â You questioned as they got closer to you. âFrontman had taken a liking to a player, you enter the picture and the player began to loose his element.â they explained simply. They walked closer to the bed, making you scoot further away.
âSo he took me?â You scoffed. The manager shook their head at you. With a huff you turned back on your side and faced away from the guard, a plan forming in your mind. You listened as the manager got up and clicked a button on a remote and the sleeping gas filled the room. You just relaxed and let the sleepiness wash over you.
The next time you had woken up, it was pink managers with the black suit one, they had entered the room and helped dress you, getting rid of your player uniform and into a black silk pajamas. You watched as one of them walked to the manager and grabbed the small tray and walked over once you were tied back to the bed.
You opened your mouth as they fed you the food; it was different from what you had ate in the dorm. âWhy is he treating me so well?â You questioned, your tongue poking the side of your cheek. âHe must have a special interest.â The manager in the black suit responded.Â
âHe said if you behave yourself, youâd be allowed to watch your new..friend, in the next game.â A worker explained, getting more food on the spoon before shoving it in your mouth. You had zoned out whatever they talked about; you had your mind set on your way out of this hell.
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The next morning, to the strange suited manager you had been well-behaved, therefore theyâd allowed you to watch the next game, through the night you had slowly gained freedom, the workers had allowed you to move out of the bed and into the main room, even letting you feed yourself at the small kitchen table.Â
You had been lucky enough to slip the fork into your sleeve of your pajamas and hid it, waiting for the right moment to strike your plan in action.
The manager clicked something on the remote, a live showing of a round platform with three small horses on top, it had reminded you of a carousel youâd see in almost empty malls. You watched confused as the manger switched to another camera that showed many colorful doors.
âThe next game is mingle, players will gather into groups of whatever number is announced and make it into a room before the time runs out.âÂ
Your eyes widened as players walked into the room, the soldiers leading them. âHow many rooms?â You questioned, looking over at the masked manager. âFifty, more then half should be wiped in this game.â They said, though their face was hidden you knew they told you the game with a smile on their face.
âCould I get some water, iâm thirsty.â You asked, politely. The manager sighed, tying your feet together to ensure you couldnât get up to bash the back of his head.Â
You waited patiently for your water, you took a deep breath in as you tried soothing your nerves in order for your plan to work. He set down the glass cup beside you, with a grateful nod, he walked over and united your shackles and let you pick the glass up and drank out of it as the game began.
Minutes had passed of watching your fellow players run for their lives. You sighed, it was time.
You reached over and grabbed the cup and took a drink, you noticed the mangerâs relaxed posture as he sat on a black chair. You began to cough and fold over. The manager glanced at you and ignored it at first til you began to force yourself to wheeze.
He shot up from his chair; knowing heâd be dead if you had tried to kill yourself while in-ho was away.Â
You threw yourself on the floor and coughed hard, thanking whoever above as the manger hunched over you, trying to help you sit up.
On your back you brought up your knee and hit their genitals, hoping it was a man behind the mask. They keeled over and groaned in pain, you quickly popped up and took the fork out from your sleeve and raised it above your shoulder before driving into the masked manâs chest.Â
Pulling out the fork, you shove his mask up. He wore another blackout mask underneath.Â
He attempted to stop you but stopped as you threw punch to his nose, making his eyes begin to water, blocking his view as you brought the fork to his right eye and stabbed it, he tossed you aside and scrambled to get onto to restrain you once more.
You shakily smiled as he swayed, thanks to his vision being gone in one eye, you pulled the back of his head, making him fall back onto the ground. You got on top of him and managed to punch his jaw, he groaned, the room going dark.
âGoodnight.â You said panting, watching as he passed out on the ground. You glanced up at the screen and stopped as the cameras showed young-il in a room with jung-bae and another man, you gasped as young-il had snapped the manâs neck, his eyes darkened as he stared at jung-bae; you both had killed someone that day out of survival.
Once he was out, you got up from the floor and got to work tying him to the furniture around you. As you tied the man up, you paused as static filled the roomâs silence. You searched the name and nodded as his communication device was sat perfectly on the table beside him.Â
Quickly stripping him out of his uniform you placed it on, tossing the pajamas on the chairâs back, looking around the room for anything you might need to act as the black suited man.
You got up and took his mask from the floor and grabbed the device before walking to the elevators. You raised the mask, the elevator doors opened, you sighed, stepping in and slipping the mask on.
You had heard the workers talk about the second floor being the soliderâs quarters. You quickly press the bottom level and walked out, it had been a purple hallway, you kept walking and sighed in relief as you found the stairway you had all walked through to get to the games, you began opening random doors, you stopped as you opened one, it had a dark hallway. You quickly walked down, having no other plan.
As you walked into the cold, quiet dark room you quickly made out another door and made your way over and opened it to show more stairs, with a deep breath you walked down them, the place had been a labyrinth, you had wondered how the workers didnât get lost.
As you thought to yourself you finally walked down to a cave of sorts, you noticed oxygen tanks in the corner, you began to tear up, it had all lined up. You were going to get out.
You quickly geared up and thanked your family who had took you on scuba trips as a child for fun. You got ready and began diving and swam around for a underwater exit.
Popping out of the water, you took off the mouth guard, gasping; you had been swimming for awhile after you had left the cave. There had been a small island to your left, you quickly swam over and got out, catching your breath as you sat up against a rock.Â
In-ho sighed, tiredly from the latest game, he needed to leave the games soon, you were safe and sound for his keeping up in his penthouse.
As he walked up to grab his food, he was stopped as a worker muttered to him. âSheâs escaped.âÂ
In-ho stopped, staring at the worker as he took the food and drink. âFind her, she has to be somewhere in the building.â He commanded quietly, walking away, back towards his group of players.
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You sighed as you tried to form another plan, you didnât see another island around; who knew how far the actually was from main land. As you blinked, your eyes grew heavy. You groaned trying to fight it off but lost, your body lulled you to a peaceful sleep.Â
Jun-ho sighed as he scanned the water once more; nothing.
âReady to go back yet?â The captain questioned, woo-seok scoffed at the older man and continued looking through his binoculars. âHEY! GET CLOSER TO THAT ISLAND!â Woo-seok yelled as he noticed a figure on the empty island.
The captain sigh and began to get closer, tensing up a bit as everyone noticed a body. âIs she alive?â Jun-ho questioned, grabbing his long coat as they docked at the island, the others began to fly a drone over the island to make sure it wasnât a cover for an ambush.
âSheâs alone.â They confirmed, jun-ho nodded and ran over to help you onto the boat, woo-seok helped carrying you. âWhere do we place her?â Woo-seok asked, holding your legs while jun-ho held your back and head.
âHere, place her on the pull out.â Captain park, motioned. The two gently placed you down before finding to see your pulse, jun-ho sighed in relief you were alive.
âCover her up, captain letâs head back for today. Iâll go signal the others.â Jun-ho commanded, walking away, leaving woo-seok who grabbed blankets and jun-hoâs coat to warm you up. While woo-seok watched over you, the captainâs nerves went up, where did you escape from, clearly you had been through something, he had hoped that night he wouldn't receive a call from in-ho asking for a woman.
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You roughly coughed, you sat up. The person beside you quickly jumped up with you.Â
âCareful, they just changed your IVâs!â He lightly patted your back, once you stopped coughing you froze as you looked up at the male.
âWho are you, where am I?!â You asked, scooting to the back of the hospital bed. He held up his hands to show he wasnât up to anything. âYouâre at the hospital, i found you passed out on a rock in the middle of nowhere, Iâm detective jun-ho!â He explained, slowly reaching for his wallet, you nodded, allowing him to do so.
He sighed and pulled out his badge. You grabbed it and read over the name before sighing and handed it back.
âThank you, I guessâŠâ You thanked, bowing your head.
âWhat were you doing on that island?â He questioned, scotting towards you. Throwing your head back you let out a shaky breath and held your head. âYou wonât believe me..â You muttered, laughing a bit; youâd look insane if you tried explaining the games.
âIâve heard some stuff, so again; why where you on that island?âÂ
You sighed at the detective, his sorrow filled eyes made you spill everything to him. The cruel killing of people, the children's game, the people stuck there on the island; The frontman. Jun-hoâs blood ran cold as you explained you were taken one night by his brother.
âAnd then the next day he was away for business, i did things on that island that iâm not proud of..â You confessed, looking down at your hands. Jun-ho stood up and placed his hand over yours.
âI believe you, a close friend of mine had a similar story, he went in but we havenât found him.â Jun-ho sighed, pacing at the end of your hospital bed. â...Was his name seong gi-hun?â you asked quietly, jun-ho turned to you, not hearing what you had said.
âSeong Gi-hun, player 456.â You repeated, making jun-ho stop.
âYou saw him?â He asked frantic. You nodded at him. âI joined his team for the second game, last i saw he was still alive.â You explained, jun-ho ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
âWould you be willing to help us find the island?â He asked, desperation in his voice.
You shook your head. âWhat if frontman catches me, hell heâs probably kill young-il for my stupid escape!â Your words slowed down as you realized young-ilâs fate. You gasped and covered your mouth as tears built up, all of your friends mustâve been paying for your actions.
âI wonât let him harm you.â Jun-ho promised, looking into your watery eyes.
âI wonât go with you,â You informed as you wiped the falling tears, jun-ho sighed looking down at his shoes. âI can tell you everything in detail that happened.â You finished, jun-hoâs head popped up as he frantically nodded. âThatâll work!â
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In-ho sighed as he watched gi-hun get dragged back to the dorms after he had shot jung-bae in front of him, as he slipped off his mask, he walked over to his liquor cabinet and pulled out his whiskey.
As he took a drink, his landline phone rang. With a heavy sigh he walked over and picked up, before he opened his mouth a voiced stopped him.
âSheâs found your brother.â The captain informed.
âStop them. Iâm on my way.â In-ho hung up, dowing the rest of his whiskey. He roughly slammed the glass down next to the phone.
You had slipped away and fell into jun-hoâs grasp, really it was only a matter of time before his baby brother had met his new sister-in-law.
I wanted to post this today saying that there's a reason for me not answering your requests lately, it's because I'm on final exams and I'm studying so until my exams are finished I unfortunately won't be able to answer you guys but don't worry! I will! Buuuut that doesn't mean you can stop doing requests, do as many as you guys want and I mean a lot I love your guys ideas and don't think I saw the one with âš **capitano**âš our glamorous king, anyways don't worry after I'm done with my exams I'll do all your requests
hello !! can I request Odin with a gn!s/o thatâs really cheery but barely opens up, then he finds out that they were bullied a lot growing up and thatâs why they donât like talking abt their past and feelings ><
THIS IS RLLY ANGSTY SO FEEL FREE TO DELETE THIS!!!
WAIT.... WHAT WHY IS THIS SUCH A GOOD IDEA, but I don't do angst yet but I'm keeping this here for when I start doing angst because I love Odin my baby and this is such a good idea thx for requesting such genius
haiiii!! Omg I've been completely in love with your writing!! Could I please request a nsfw alphabet for Qin shi Huang (Record of Ragnarok), I'd be so happy to read it <3 thanks for taking your timeeee
Yesive bbeen waiting for an nsfw request sorry I was late
WARNINGS: minors don't read if your not comfortable with it
Qin shi huang nsfw alphabet
A= aftercare
Qin shi huang is really good with aftercare, first after finishing he'll lay down with you for a few minutes then picks you up and starts a warm bath
B= body part
For him it's his hands, his hands can do so many things like making you cum with just his hands
And for you it's your chest he LOVES your beautiful breasts, playing with them sucking on them etc, etc.
C= cum
He'd prefer to cum inside you but if your not comfortable with it he'd be happy to cum in your breats
D= I don't know what to write here
E= experience
Not really that much but he was done it a few times and I'd say he's pretty experienced
F= favorite position
Hes a sucker for a mating press but he's also happy with missionary too
G= goofy
Usually he doesn't be silly during this but maybe just some times
H= hair (down there)
pretty groomed down there never really messy cleans a lot to keep himself presentable for you
I= intimacy
Mostly very intimate during sex
J= jack off
He doesn't do it a lot after being with you but before he'd do it a lot
K= kinks
Breeding kink all the way, this man wants kids
L= location
He likes to do it in many places just not public, like bedroom and his nighttime bath
M= motive
What turns them on, it's just you in general
N= no /turn offs
anything with pain, no just no
O= oral
He's fine with you giving him but he'd prefer to giving, he eats pussy like it's the best thing ever
P= pace
He's so times gentle if he's not pent up but oh trust me when hes pent up there's no stopping him now
Q= quickie
No just no if he's having sex he's having full on sex
R= risk
Kind of he's a 50/50 with risks
S= stamina
He can go for too long so don't test him
T= toys
No. Non. Nein. He's full on organic
U= unfair
He can be unfair sometimes he teases you a lot
V= volume
He can be quite loud and has no damn shame in it
W= wildcard
Sometimes he'd have some imaginations of you as a mother and that somehow him turns on
X= x-ray
He's a Good size and girth, in size he's a 7cm length and girth is pretty average
Z= zzz (how fast they fall asleep)
Well he doesn't sleep until your cleaned up and you asleep first
âItâs not exactly a secretââ well, at least not anymore⊠[Qin Shi Huang x Reader]
Summary: You might not be in trouble but oh are you in for it. Your lie isnât the only thing thatâll get messyâŠ
Warnings: SMUT, of the filthiest kind my wordđ, Iâm sorry, also this is long, I ran my vibrator out of batteries with this one, cursing, fem!reader disguised as male, misgendering, anxiety mentions, intimidation, painful realities women face, some manhandling, you like it tho donât worry, Qin Shi finds out ur actually a baddie and gains like + 100 rizz, petnames, âbabyâ âpretty girlâ âsweetnessâ, bath s*x, unprotected too, oral (f.rec), heâs HIGHKEY a pÇssybully, dacryphilia, multiple âȘrgasms, size k|nk, size difference, kissing, looottts of kissing, nobody here has self control, whoops, heâs got the fattest of fat cocâ, heâs so nasty about fucking you through your spine for some reason hmm how odd :/, choking, biting, creampies, dirty talk, they really go at it, fainting, everything is consensual, kinda rough but everyone is having a very good time I assure you :), squ!rting screaming creaming and more weâve got it all at the hardware store đ
A/N-> this is a continuation of the end of part 2 so go read that. English is not my first language and enjoy.
My cuties ^///^ -> @kainnnee + @thulhu âĄêłÂ°âż
âAttractiveâ wasnât enough to describe him.
His eyes are black with hazy light pupils but somehow they seem to have a gleam about them, the centipede tattoo runs down his cheek stopping next to a deliciously pink mouth. Pinching your lips in, you gulpâ keeping your eyes on anything else but his broad shoulders and handsome face framed by short eyebrows.
Fuck, heâs so built. Need that, really.
âAnd not a moment too soon I seeâ, he continues, trailing his gaze over your form. âUndress and get in. You look unwell but I believe this should help.â He raises an eyebrow as the fidgeting on your feet becomes incessant. Itâs something you do a lot when itâs just the two of you heâs noticed. The corner of his mouth tilts up as he watches your toes take turns covering each other.
How curious.
Your hair is still tied behind you in the low bun you always wear, shoulders slightly hunched in your baggy clothes. Being fed steadily along with the others in the year youâve been with him, heâd hoped you would gain some muscle or weight but you donât seem to. Maybe itâs connected to the stress caused by your former peers? Either way as one of his favorites heâd like very much to help you feel better. Smiling in what he means to be comfort, Qin Shi gestures to your clothing.
You hesitateâ moving to step back before a large hand wraps around your ankle, lightening fast as he holds you in place.
âI-i..â, you stammer, acutely aware of the heat from his wet hand bleeding through your skin.
âI canâtâŠâ You finish lamely and he huffs mainly in confusion but also annoyance. Heâs trying to help so why must you fight him at every turn of it?
âAnd why not?â
Itâs straightforwardâ not something you can talk your way around and fuck if it doesnât make you sweat. For once you wish his blindfold was on as his eyes bore into yours even as they actively avoid him.
Youâve been acting strangeâŠwhy? Heâs been suspicious at times but now heâs sure. Thereâs more youâve been leaving out, the question is what?
Without so much more as a warning than the sound of suddenly disturbed water, Qin Shi hoists himself out of the bath to stand before you completely nakedâ water dripping generously from every thick, delicious muscled curve. Gasping, you try to step back but a thick arm shoots out, hand closing around your shirt in a tight fist, dragging your face close to his.
âWhat are you hiding, boy?â
He growls against your face, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Qin Shi watches your face dropâ something like panic setting in as you gulp so hard you almost choke.
âN-nothing! My Lor-â,
âBullshit.â
Your heart beats so fast and thudding that he can hear it. The words leave your mouth too quickly, furthering his suspicions. Dark eyes search your pretty face wildly for any hint of what it could be. He doesnât believe you to be a threat but he doesnât believe in taking unnecessary risks with just the two of youâ mind racing from least to worse scenarios for your secrecy. And he so irritated for some reason though heâs not entirely sure itâs all on you. At this point heâs prepared for pretty much anything.
âItâs a bathâ take your clothes off.â You shouldnât beâ especially with him being so rough but thatâs precisely why you are.
Wet.
You canât help it. Briefly you wonder how different things would be if you told the truth from the start. Would you be where you are right now? Would he treat you gentler? You find that you donât want him to. A firm hand suited him too well.
Apparently, you take too longâ a stark contrast to your usually instant initiative. Leaning down so his nose almost touches yours, the gesture is meant to be intimidating but all you can think is how good he smells and looks even better. Itâs hard to focus with him so close and you slowly shake your head.
âUmâŠI- forgive me my lordâ, you squeeze your eyes shut. Bracing for impact, âbut no. I truly cannot.â
âOh?â He scoffs, minutely indulging you, âBut I wasnât asking.â
âB-butâ, you try feebly, âbut why?â For a second heâs caught off guard by how cute you sound.
âYouâve piqued my curiosity,â your heart stops at that. âWhatever it is, Iâd very much like to know. Besides, keeping secrets from your Lord just wonât do.â
âIâmâŠshy?â You canât help but try one more timeâ one last ditch attempt to dodge the hangman.
Heâs quiet for a beat, thoroughly looking you over with an expression you canât read before stepping backâŠ
and pushing you into the water.
Gracelessly you fall into the hot bath, flailing around until you resurface. You could swim but that wasnât your main concernâ your clothes are sticking to you. Your eyes blink the water away furiously as you wade to the edge like a wet cat. Hoisting yourself up, you jump only to feel your pants be yanked down as soon as you hop up, pulled clean off you.
Immediately you try to drop back into the water but muscled arms hook under your ass and push you back up. With a speed to rival his own, you slam your legs shut. You even go so far as to cross them at your calves, effectively blocking his view.
Is this the big secret? You werenât a eunuch? Still, heâs too curious to just go off his own assumption. He needs to hear it from you,
âOpen.â Voice deep and stilling as he commands you. Looking at him with wide pleading eyes, you open your mouth to stutter out what he knows is another excuse or distraction but he cuts you off before you can even start.
âNow.â A thrum of heat pulses through you. The dominance in his order has you trembling, natural instincts begging you to just submit. Impressively enough, you donât.
Heâs out of patience.
Yanking you to the edge like heâs making to drag you back underwater, you flounder to catch yourself, unhooking your legs in the process.
You only realize your mistake when you feel him suddenly freeze. Hurriedly, you look down with a wince and certainly enoughâŠ
His eyes are locked right on your pussy.
Qin Shi blinks once, then twiceâ wordlessly hooking his arms around your thighs before you can hide again. Heart in your throat, it still manages to race out of control, making your voice shake.
âPleaseâ I- I can explainâ, you speak clearly now, he notes. Not that hoarse whisper you always seem to have and now he understands its reason. While lovely, your voice was undeniably that which belonged to a woman. Huffing out a weary sigh, he flicks his eyes off your snatch when it twitches at the feel of his breath and shakes his head. He said he was prepared for anything? How wrong he was.
âItâ, you swallow, âItâs not exactly a secretââ,
Cutting off your appeals, he asks the first thing that came to mind when he saw your naked sex.
âWhatâs your name? Your real one.â Since the cat was out of the bag, you suppose thereâs no need to hide it; whispering it to him so softly that the steam almost carries it away.
He repeats it, looking into your eyes as you nod before he continuesâ this time as a request.
âCan I? See the rest?â He doesnât have to elaborate, you know what he means. Wriggling atop the warm limestone, you lift your waterlogged top off you; revealing your bound chest before undoing that too. Letting your breasts bounce to their natural state and immediately, it all begins to click.
You werenât all stick and bones, the oversized clothing was to hide your shape, he realizes trailing his eyes from your now loose hair with you propped up by your elbows down your body. And what a shape you hadâ all soft and pretty.
Heâs not mad which is good because that means your life is no longer in danger. But he still needs to knowâ
âWhy did you lie?â
You sigh, the sound heavy with weight of your truth. âIt was just safer.â His eyes widen as yours slip shut. âI needed work without the high chances of being kidnapped and sold.â Ah. The life of young women wasnât exactly a relaxing or safe one. You just needed work. Work meant money and money meant food and housing but you lucked out. Working at the palace under the guise of a man meant you didnât have to worry about any of that.
Qin Shi now knew of that painful reality.
Shaking his head again, he lets his forehead drop against your tummyâ your startled squeak making him chuckle. All this excitement after an already draining day has him feeling more over it than usual.
âSorry for being so rough with you earlierâŠâ, his muffled apology vibrates your skin as warmth creeps up your body, pooling in your face.
âSâokayâŠâ, your shy little reassurance has him giddy as he lifts his head, wading backwards further into the bath, offering his hand to you.
Trying to shrug off your embarrassment at being completely naked in front of The Emperor of all men, you take it, following him in. You knew your luck was shit but damn. Slipping into the water, you dip your body deeper, leaning your head back with a pleased sigh.
Amiable silence fills the space as you slowly relax, getting used to being who you are so openly while Qin Shi struggles to adjust. To the point where itâs hard to relax with the weight of his eyes on you as the puffs of your nipples peek through the water from you floating lazily on your back.
The hot water is absolute heaven on your aching body and the oils in it have you feeling oh so smooth as you let out another breathy sigh. You feel his movement by the rippling of the water as he wades closer to you. Breathing in some of the steam, you peek your eye open at him.
âIs there something troubling you, my lord?â He shakes his head, flowing around you as he grins.
âNot at all, I just wasnât expecting to have such lovely company tonight is all.â Both eyes pop open at that, hot cheeks dimple softly as you stifle a flattered giggle, glee rushing through you and you stop floating to face him. He called you lovely.
âLord Qin-â,
âYing Zheng,â he corrects you. If you were going to be a man who was actually a woman then you could use his birth name. It sounds just as sweet as he thought it would coming from a beauty like yourself.
ââare you flirting with me?â You try to keep your tone neutral, unaffected but you sound too tickled, voice light and teasing as you swim around each other. He hums in contemplation,
âShould I not? Are you wife to anyone?â He keeps his voice even, breezy while he waits eagerly for your answer. Much to his delight, you shake your head no.
His grin spreads into something that makes your thighs clench, excitement making you jittery as you tease, splashing him lightly before you go back to floating on your back.
âAny more questions?â
Qin Shi laughs, low and pleased in his throat, nodding slowly. âActually I do..â, you make a sound for him to continue.
âDoes anyone else know-â, you cut him off with a dry snort. âAbsolutely not.â He hums again, eyeing you all over and his intensity makes you shiver, nipples hardening.
âSo all this time I shouldâve been calling you pretty girl, no?â Youâre positive that your flush has spread all the way down to your chest, not expecting him to be such a sweet talker.
âYou couldâ but then youâd give me away.â
âAhh. Then only when itâs just us twoâŠâ, his low voice trails off as you give a delayed hum not even surprised that you werenât fired.
What an interesting night this was turning out to be.
Tapping your thigh from beneath the water, Qin Shi pulls you to stand before answering your confused look.
âI still need to check you overâ see to your wellbeing and all that, remember?â Your heart skips a beat. Fuck, you forgot about that and the circumstances now compared to when he said it are completely different. Still, you canât help the anticipation that wells up inside your chest.
Wading backwards, Qin Shi follows; helping you hoist yourself up on the warm stone, eyes following every drop of water running down your curves. Bringing your knees in and out the water, you go to stand up when he stops you with a hand around your calf.
âNo need to strain yourself, I can check juuust fine from here.â
Heâs eye level with your pussy and you both know that. You stifle a shiver, remembering how his breath felt against your exposed pussy.
Taking your silence as hesitation, he comforts you by massaging your legsâ rubbing up and down your soft skin warmed by the heat of the water. âIs that okay, pretty girl?â
Fuck yes.
You nod vigorously, gasping at the bolt of electricity to your core as he firmly kneads up your calves to your thighs, asking here and there if anything hurt.
The pressure of his large hands feels so good that you feel yourself slip, moaning weakly as you point to your knee. â..hurts there.â The discolored bruising from all the times you caught yourself after being pushed by your childish peers. Poor girl. Cooing softly, he hooks his hands under your kneesâ making you lie flat on your back as he brings one to his mouth, kissing the skin tenderly before laving his tongue across.
You jolt, hand flying up to cover your mouth from what you donât doubt to be a whorishly desperate moan as he does the same to your other knee before sucking hot kisses up your inner thighs. Defined jaw working hard while he slurps at the hypersensitive skin next to your drooling cunt.
Now, in his defense, Qin Shi really did plan on holding back itâs just⊠heâs always had a strong preference to you. Itâs why he kept you so close. You were competent and funny and soothingâ pretty too and he was more than content just keeping you around as he wasnât sure a relationship would be suitable with a man since he was expected to produce heirs but now? He wants to keep you under him, full of him, dripping off him and whatever else.
Spreading your thighs even further, he takes his time kissing everywhere around your folds. Youâre so sensitive the anticipation makes you restless, squirming as you switch between looking down at him and the sparkling ceiling. Looking up your soft stomach to the swells of your chest, Qin Shi wonders how the hell he couldâve missed it.
Your breathy sigh bursts into a sharp moan as he lets his tongue fall out, lapping a firm strip through your wet pussy lips. The muscle hot and greedy as it laps from your slippery hole up to your throbbing clit. Qin Shi groans deep in his chest at your taste, so gushy that each time he licks his palette is replaced by another wave of your honeyed slick as you cry for him.
Seriously, how the fuck could he have missed it?
Your keening voice makes his blood simmer, sharp and restless under his skin making him hungrier with each dulcet whine from your pretty mouth. The cute nub at the top of you pulses erratically and he spits on it, making you gasp at the depravity of it before heâs slurping it into his mouthâ scorching tongue stroking hard beneath the hood and your skin just about vibrates off your skeleton. White bursts behind your eyes, raw pleasure making them roll back into your skull, hips bucking wildly while you scream.
Fuck.
His cock throbs in response to you, hooking his beefy arms around your thighs to still you. The sounds of him sucking you off are obscene at this pointâ wet and messy as he hums; popping off your overworked clit to fuck you with his tongue.
Your chest caves from how hard you gasp, hands shooting down to pull at the wet strands of his hair, struggling with everything in you not to break under the spine tingling pleasure.
Heâs in his own little world as he drinks in your pussy like it really was the last thing he would taste, curling the thick muscle against your wallsâ mouth suctioned over the entirety of your cunt as his tongue puts you through hell with every delicious âschlickâ.
âO-Oh god-!â
Mmm, heâs preening at that. Youâre so sweet, calling out to himâ your god. Hiccuping wails turn into bleating sobs as you undulate your hips into his face, big hands sliding underneath your ass to help you fuck yourself on his mouth.
The air is heavy not just from the steam but the suffocating heat of your shared desperation. Your sweetness making him a little insane as he curves his thrusting tongue towards your bellybutton, slick thumb coming up to roll your clit in mean, thorough circlesâŠ
You go slack, head and body dropping against the ground as you cum violently.
Qin Shi moans at the first spurt of cream from your cunt, doubling down to pull you through every debilitating wave of ecstasy; slurping filthily as your release floods his mouthâ coating his lips and tastebuds.
When he finally decides to pulls his mouth off you, youâre boneless. Staring listlessly up at the ceiling as you try to catch your breath through the cotton filling your ears.
You never came that hard in your lifeâ not even from your own hand and maybe thatâs a good thing because youâre positive you pulled something. Qin Shi kisses up your body, burying his face in your neck as he sucks his marks onto your skin; sharp canines tracing the area before heâs licking up your jawline. Ravenous and primal which is exactly how he kisses you.
His mouth is wicked as your tastes mix together. Youâre warm, and so soft. The plush skin of your lips impossibly tender under his mouth and he growls, forcing himself to pull away before he really loses it.
The sound your lips make when they part is luscious and full, stirring heavily at that ignited something in his core but gods the way you look at him⊠rushing back to your mouth is all he can doâ sucking your bottom lip between his and you make that needy little noise dragging his most primal instincts to the surface.
Groaning raw with the promise to ruin you, he coaxes your head to the side so he can kiss you deeper, taste you deeper.
Even though he already did but he needs more.
He canât get on top of you fast enough.
Deliriously he swears that he must be drunk, must be highâ moving his head to the rhythm of your languidly deepening kisses like a man hypnotized. But stars above, he canât stop, he just canât. The air is so hot as your kisses grow thick and sticky and so goddamn needy. The rise and fall of your chests quickens as your lips become wetter and raw. Your fingers tighten in his hair, triggering a hail of shivers along his neck. Thereâs no time to choke his soft groan and so you take it for yourself with hot suck to the corner of his mouth.
Hissing, Qin Shi presses the contours of his beefy muscles flush against you, feeling your softness yield to his hardness as he chases your tongue with his own. A hungry hand squeezes at your ass, making you squeal in delight. He can taste you even better now, savoring the sweetness on your tongue.
You absolutely overwhelm his system with your nails against his scalp, your other hand grabbing and caressing all over him as you thoroughly enjoy his bodyâ your own writhing one pressed to his. The enthusiasm you return with each simmering kiss is fucking him up in the best ways, your noises melting like candy in his mouth.
So, when you slip your hand between your bodies, taking his girthy length in your hand as you position it at your entranceâ he doesnât hesitate to thrust right in, pulling away so he can watch your face melt in pleasure.
Heâs big. Dizzyingly so.
You go a bit brainless at the full stretch of him stuffed snug up your dripping pussy, brows drawing together as your jaw drops, a weak punched out moan escaping your lips; staring dead in his face. He cooes at you, at the dazed little look in your blown pupilsâ sliding out then thrusting back in with a wet slop. Setting a back arching pace.
âFeelinâ good, baby?â
You nod slowly, cunt tightening around him at the sound of his voice. Itâs like youâre blissed out all overâ moaning prettily as he starts to speed up now that he knows his size isnât causing you any pain. The way he rolls his hips as he fucks into you has you feeling feverish from the inside out.
He doesnât even need to actually try to hit those spots in you that make your toes point because heâs just that big. Fucking you so good and so full as the fat head of his cock smacks against your g spot in hot, leaky kisses.
The room fills with the lewd sound of your coupling and distantly youâre grateful for the fact that nights are specifically reserved for his private baths because if anyone were to walk by the doorâ the evidence would be damning. Jostling your body with every harsh thrust as he fucks you right out of your mind. You cry his name and his eyes roll back at the want in it, moaning down at you.
âYesssâ, he hisses around the concentrating heat curling in his gut while he rearranges yours, âKnow it feels reeaaal goodâŠso wet fâme, pretty..â and you wereâ dripping all over his balls every time he buried himself in your syrupy cunt.
Unable to take any more of your tits bouncing in his face, Qin Shi cups the fat of your chest, squeezing them together and bringing his head down as he sucks both your nipples into his mouth. Back arching, you wail, raking your nails down his incredibly built back but the sting only pushes him more; tongue swirling around the stiff peaks in his sloppy mouth before he bites down on the puffy nubs.
âN-nghh! Fuucck!â
The sound of him inside of you changesâ sounding a little less wet and a lot more creamy. It makes his spine tingle, teething off your nipples to look down.
White rings cling to his cock with every deep slam into your pussy and the sight knocks the air out of his chest as heâs abruptly flung closer to orgasm. He canât cum though because he needs you to cum first. His pretty, clever girl.
Drooling, youâre totally useless to the way he folds you, hands sliding down his back to grab his ass while heâs railing you stupid with how the angle puts him even deeper.
Ruthlessly fucking you through the stretch with everything heâs got, he brings a hand down to strum your twitching clit until that burning chasm in your stomach sucks you in crushing you in the pressure and intensity of your brutal orgasm.
So overstimulated, you sob through it and that combined with the way your wet cunt sucks his cockâ hurtles Qin Shi off to his end as he flounders to hold onto something to ground himself in the storm of euphoria. Blindly, his hand clamps around your windpipe in a tight grip.
Choking, your pussy gets even tighter from the sudden cut of airflow, sharp arousal prolonging your high as you get fucked through both your orgasms. Grappling at his thick arm, you squirmâ trying to fight the pressure thatâs right there but one last hump to your clit as he empties himself in you and you erupt.
Liquid bliss jets out against his lower abs with surprising force as you cum until you black out, jaw going slack as your eyes roll back, tears streaming down your face.
âThaaatâs it, sweetness⊠lemme have it..â
Groaning throatily, he watches the erotic display lodged deep in your overstuffed pussy, rolling against you until the stream eventually stops.
Kissing softly at your cheeks, he cradles your unconscious body gently as he slowly slips out of you.
Taking a deep breath, he tries to settle his heart from all the adrenaline pumping while he busies himself by guiding you back in the water, laying your back to his chest, your lower half floating in the water as he wades you both through the large space.
He hasnât felt this good in a while. Relaxed and tingling, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, tightening his arm around you, mind full of all the precautions you two would now have to take. You didnât want anyone else to know youâre a woman and heâs more than okay with respecting your wishes. Also, he knows heâll have to at least try to treat you the same for appearanceâs sake but he already sees the list of rules you two are bound to stay breaking.
Eventually, consciousness returns to you in a dawn of lights. Blinking blearily, you feel lips press into your cheek and you snuggle deeper against the firm body holding yours in the heated water with a pleased sigh.
Qin Shi smiles at your contentedness, leaning down to kiss you again because he canât help himself.
âHow do you feel? Sore at all?â
His worry is sweet. You donât hurt anywhere right now but youâll definitely feel it in the morning, more than anything though youâre tired. Being put through the floor will do that to a girl.
Smiling softly, you shake your head, closing your eyes as you let him shift you through the water. Youâre almost too relaxedâ suddenly remembering something and your eyes pop open, gasping as you grasp his biceps.
âI need to get back to my room! Iâll be late for roll call in the mornââ, your panic is cut off by the face lovingly nosing up your throat.
âNonsense. Youâre staying with me tonightâ, he whispers like itâs the most obvious thing in the world.
Youâd argue, reallyâ itâs just youâre so tired and itâs such bliss finally being in the arms of someone that youâve had your eye on that you find yourself shrugging.
Tilting your head back onto his broad shoulders, you give into his distracting kisses with a breathy hum.
âI guess I can, if you say itâs fineâŠâ
âMhmmâ, he hums, audibly occupied by the luscious feel of you and you whine for his more focused attention.
âYouâ ah! You just canât keep me up all night, okay?â Since you still had duties to attend to in the morning and all day after which he should know considering half of those duties involved him.
But it seems luck wonât stay on your side when he cups your chest, rolling your nipples with a hot lick up your ear.
hi! can i request headcanons abt pookie ying zheng with a childhood sweetheart!reader who later became his empress and how they banter together in a silly way :3
OMG OOF COURSE I LOVE THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN SOOOOO MUCHHH AHHH >A<
Ying zheng as a child always thought that he was a cursed child or just a bad kid and would always smile through the pain and hatred of all the people until he saw a little girl just a year younger then him, cleaning all the bad words and written hate on the place wall borders and he was just about to go out to buy food and he sow her doing that and he seemed surprised before the surprise turned into confusion, then suddenly you noticed him he looked a bit scared and almost left until you told him to wait he turned around and he saw you smiling at him and you waved "your Ying zheng right?" you waved and he shyly replied "yeah.." and you just smiled and he still couldn't belive that you were... Smiling at him "you wanna help me clean this?" you say gesturing towards the mean graffiti on the wall and he surprisingly agrees and for the next hour you two have been cleaning the wall shiny clean and when you two were finished you told him you had to go eat and said bye to him and he thought that would the end of it, that she wouldn't come again but the next day she came back but now instead she wants to play and Ying zheng told her to come inside to play and when she saw how empty it was in there she just smiled saying that "hey this is a big empty place guess what that means? We get to decorate all we want and play!" and you spent the next hours playing all kinds of games together and when they finished you and Ying zheng were so tired and fell asleep leaning against each other and the following days went like this, and days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and months turned I to a year and he warmed up sooo much to him and when you found out about his condition you gave him your scarf to cover his eyes until the day came, that he had to go back to his biological parents country, and he had to leave you even if he didn't want to and he promised he'd find you again and he'd marry you, and thus he was taken away
Years later and after he became emperor he went back to his home town and went looking g for someone, and that someone was you and at the time when you found out that Ying zheng became emperor of all China you were happy for him but you thought that he definitely wouldn't see or marry you he might already be married, you thought, and you were just relaxing under a cherry blossom tree next to a lake until you heard a voice saying your name, and for a moment you recognized their voice, you turned around to see Ying zheng but older and with his blindfold off and you eyes when wide open and you stood up, and when he looked at you he couldn't deny that you looked to beautiful now. "Ying zheng?..." you asked "missed me?" you didn't even answer and just hugged him and he hugged you back until suddenly he let go, took you hand and went on one knee and he spoke softly " y/n I promised you when I was younger that I would marry you and I always keep my promises, so y/n s/n.. Wil you marry me and become my empress?" you stood there shocked before you smiled and said yes
Two years later with you as his wife and empress, you two were happily married and had a baby boy named Ying Qing
I think this was my longest one yet but I hoped you like it, I recently fixed spelling mistakes
HELLOOOO OMGG YOU WRITE FOR RECORD OF RAGNAROKđđđ Could you do something along the lines of âror gods x goddess readerâ individually ofc and maybe like what would the gods do/react if another god took/hurt or killed their s/o? TYYYY
YASSSS, it's the next day and I promised to write so ITS TIMMEEEEE, and i'ma make her the goddess of life if you don't mind
Hades the god of helheim, and then you the goddess of life the perfect couple. But let's go to the beginning when you first met
Of course you two knew about each other for a long time since life and death were pretty known so sometimes he'd see you in the gate between Valhalla and helheim leading which people go where and sometimes you'd talk and the more you two talk the more you two get to know each other and one day he invited her to a suprisingly beautiful garden inside of helheim and you two walked and talked until the talk went to a bit more intimate one and he confessed that he liked you and thought she was beautiful then you two kissed
To present time you were about to go into your ragnarok but he stopped you for a moment making her promise to be safe and a quick kiss before entering and the fight was rough real rough but it was kind of going to her side. she got badly injured but she managed to lad the last blow and she won and she could probably not walk but hades helped her out the arena and cleaned and wrapped up her wounds and told her to rest, proud, happy. Happy she's alive.
I'm so sorry if I I disappointed you I just didn't know what to write for the others, I hope you liked this little writing
I donât know if you do poly relationships but if you do, can I request a (Zeus, Hades, & Poseidon) x Reader in which they are the power couple(quadrouple?) in all of ragnarok lol (fluff/crack or any genre is good!)
(if u dont do poly, can u write it separately?[I donât really know if this counts as 2 requests but if it doesnt align with ur rules then u are VERY free to delete this and i apologize])
Thanks!
Thank you for requesting my lovely, I will state in my rules I donât mind doing multiple stories in one blog, itâs when Iâm bombarded with multiple requests from the same person, so I decided to throw in a few more characters! I hope you like it. â€ïž
word count: around 4-5k
characters in story: hades, Zeus, Poseidon, Buddha, shiva, Loki, hermes.
Hades x Reader â âThe King, The Blade, & the One He Bows Toâ
The Valkyries whisper your name like itâs a battle omen.
The gods carve it into their war tables like a weapon to be deployed.
The mortals pray to it like a last lifeline.
But only one being in the whole of existence calls you beloved, and means it without a trace of irony:
Hades, King of Helheim, God of the Underworld, and Monarch of the Quiet Throne.
I. âThe Opening Ceremonyâ
The arena of Ragnarok gleamsâmarble, gold, and the hollowed skulls of ancient monsters staring down as decoration (Poseidon's interior design influence; Hades wouldâve preferred obsidian and tasteful candles).
Everyone is yelling.
âThe gods, excited for destruction.
âThe mortals, terrified but very committed to the yelling part.
âZeus, yelling just because itâs Tuesday.
You stand beside Hades in ceremonial attire, one hand resting on the pommel of your weapon. It looks like affection, but itâs really because the weapon sulks if you put it down and youâre tired of the pouting.
Hades stands tall and composed, layered in black and gold, long hair tied with ribbons woven from Stygian threads. His expression is the kind that could politely eulogize a man while stabbing through his heart.
âYouâre staring again,â you murmur.
âMy right, as your consort,â he answers. âAnd my pleasure, as your husband.â
Cue Zeus choking on his wine three boxes over.
âHUH?? SINCE WHEN??â
âWait, they actually got married?â
âI THOUGHT THAT WAS A RUMOR??â
mortals sobbing because they love drama
You lean closer, smirking. âYou do realize we never made a public announcement, right?â
Hades rolls his eyes the way only a millennia-old king can.
âIf they did not see it, that is a fault of their vision, not our vows.â
Someone faints. It is unclear whether mortal or divine.
II. âPower Couple Privilegesâ
Helheim runs frighteningly well with you in the picture.
New souls love you â or at least fear you differently than they fear Hades, which is an improvement. You stopped the Elysium-Purgatory-Bureaucracy riot of the last age by bribing them with pastries and stern lectures. Hades has never loved anyone more.
Also, the two of you spar for fun, which the Valkyries treat as spectator sport.
You sweep his legs; he parries with a flick of his spear; you catch the shaft between two fingers and grin up at himâ
âYield?â
âNever.â
He pins you a second later.
âYield?â
â...Fine,â you admit, breathless and delighted.
He kisses you for honesty.
The Valkyries lose their minds. Zeus loses 50,000 drachma betting on you. Hermes sells audience tickets and writes a bestseller.
III. âRagnarok Round: Donât Touch Whatâs Mineâ
When your match is called for the next round of Ragnarok, mortals assume youâll fight alone.
Hades assumes otherwise.
He steps forward, spear already materializing in his grip.
Gods eruptâ
âYou canât do a two-on-one!â
âThatâs cheating!!â
âI WANT TO CHEAT TOOââ (Zeus)
Hadesâ voice slices through the uproar:
âI do not intend to fight on their behalf.â
âI stand to witness.â
You blink at him. âSince when do you spectate from the arena floor?â
He gives you a look that makes your bones feel like molten silver.
âSince they are the one in danger.â
A hush falls so heavy mortals almost forget to breathe.
Your opponent trembles.
Spectators whisper.
Zeus fans himself for dramatic effect.
You snort. âYouâve never seen me lose.â
âAnd I intend to die without seeing it.â
IV. âThe Fight & The Flexâ
The battle is brutalâsteel meets divinity, shockwaves ripple through arena pillars, souls scream, the sky changes color mid-fight because honestly itâs sick aesthetic.
Your opponent is fastâ
You are faster.
They draw bloodâ
You grin like itâs a gift, and thank them for their courtesy.
Then, with a final motion, blade arc graceful as a comet, you drop them to their knees. Victory is yours, not even winded.
Mortals go feral.
Half the gods are now praying to you instead of their own pantheons.
Zeus is loudly re-evaluating his life choices.
You turn, weapon still steaming, sweat streaking your jawâ
Hades is already in front of you, thumb brushing the wound on your cheek, eyes calculating lethal vengeance even though you clearly had fun.
âAre you hurt?â
âBarely.â
âGood.â
He kisses youâ slow, reverent, deliberate, like the world is disposable and you are not.
Several gods combust from sheer secondhand romantic embarrassment.
V. âCrack Interludeâ
Later, in the stands:
Zeus: âI SHOULDâVE MARRIED SOMEONE POWERFUL.â
Hades: âBrother, you canât even handle your own thunderbolts.â
Poseidon:Â drinks silently, pretends not to envy the domestic competence
The Valkyries place bets on whether you or Hades propose for anniversary #3000.
You already know the answer. Hades already has the ring. Zeus already suspects.
VI. âKing and Consort, Consort and Kingâ
In Helheim, after the match, Hades rests his forehead against yours and whispers:
âWhen Ragnarok ends, regardless of the victor, there will still be you.â
Your fingers trace his jaw, soft as a promise.
âAnd you.â
He closes his eyes.
âAlways.â
The throne room candles burn lowâ
âElysium glows brighter than it has in centuriesâ
âand for once, even death feels warm.
Zeus x Reader â âThunder, Blasphemy, & the One Zeus Actually Listens Toâ
characters: Zeus x reader
The first rule of Olympus is:
Never tell Zeus he canât do something.
He will immediately do it. Loudly. Shirtlessly. With thunder for emphasis.
The second rule is:
If you tell him he shouldnât do something, he will still do it, but heâll ask you afterward if he did good.
(Itâs progress. We take what we get.)
I. âThe Matchmaking Incident That Wasnâtâ
Ragnarok had barely begun when Zeus decided he needed a consort.
Not a lover. He has plenty. Not a fling. He gets bored too easily. Not a goddess. Annoying politics.
No â a partner, like the mortals romanticize in their dramas and poetry. Someone who could keep up without exploding.
And then he saw you spar.
Lightning cracked without him calling it.
Time slowed because he demanded it to.
The entire arena disappeared except for the way you pivoted on your heel and put your sword through a training dummy like you were bored of its oxygen use.
Zeus nearly salivated.
âI want that one.â
Hermes didnât even look up from his scroll.
âTheyâre not for sale.â
âI didnât ask for the price, boy, I asked for the paperwork.â
âThere is no paperwork.â
âThen draft some.â
II. âCourtship, Zeus Styleâ
Zeus courts like a natural disaster with flowers.
You receive:
lightning-proof armor (âjust in caseâ)
thunderbird feathers (âpretty, no?â)
a lightning bolt (âyou can throw it, I wonât be madâ)
a handwritten love poem that somehow rhymes âorgasmâ with âsarcasmâ
and a large dead monster (âfor dinnerâ)
You stare at the carcass.
âZeus, I donât even know what species that is.â
âIt insulted your sword form.â
âIt was a goat.â
âA rude goat.â
The mortals fear him. The gods tolerate him.
You⊠argue with him about goats.
Heâs obsessed.
III. âAnd Then You Said Yesâ
No one expected you to accept him.
Least of all Zeus.
He freezes mid-sentence.
âWaitâreally?â
âYes.â
âYES-yes??â
âStill yes.â
âLike a proper yes? A consenting yes? A yes that wonât come with spears or smiting or paperwork?â
âCorrect.â
He grabs you at the waist, twirls you in a circle like a ballerina made of thunder, and screams:
âSOMEONE DOCUMENT THIS!â
Hermes already has fourteen copies.
IV. âBattle Couple Shenanigansâ
When your match in Ragnarok comes up, Zeus stands behind you like a guard dog someone fed too much caffeine and praise.
Your opponent sees the King of Olympians hovering behind you with lightning pooling in his hands like casual static.
âIs he⊠allowed to be here??â
Zeus grins.
âIâm not helping. Iâm supervising.â
You glance back. âI donât need supervision.â
âYou donât. Everyone else does.â
A fair point.
The fight begins â steel vs divine muscle, precision vs raw chaos. You are elegance; Zeus is carnage given a gym membership.
You parry blows like youâre dancing; Zeus shadow-fights behind you, making commentary:
âGood! Yes! Take their stance, itâs sloppyâwatch the elbowâDONâT LET THEMâYES, THATâS MY LOVE, FINISHâFINISHââ
You do.
Spectacularly.
Zeus is so proud he kisses you while youâre still holding your opponentâs defeated form by the collar.
Itâs very romantic. And highly disrespectful to the loser. Zeus likes it that way.
V. âPost-Match Therapy (For Others)â
After the match, gods crowd around asking how you tamed him.
Hermes: âIs it hypnosis? Magic? Sex? Be honest.â
Apollo: âIf it is sex I need notes.â
Ares: âFight me next actuallyâno wait I take it backâwait no Iâm inâWAIT NOââ
Even Odin just stares at Zeus in horrified amazement that he is sitting politely next to you and not:
flexing
screaming
wrestling something
or in the process of inventing a new category of blasphemy
Zeus catches the staring.
âWhat?â
âYouâre⊠behaving,â Odin says carefully.
âOf course. My beloved is talking.â
You blush.
Hermes faints.
Ares screams into the floor.
VI. âWhat No One Expectedâ
Later, when you rest in Olympus, thunder crackles across the marble ceiling as Zeus braids your hair clumsily.
His voice, soft enough to make thunder feel shy:
âYou know⊠I used to think love was about conquering.â
Your hand finds his wrist.
âAnd now?â
Zeus lifts your palm to his lips.
âNow I think itâs about not wanting to win alone.â
For once he doesnât grin after speaking.
For once he doesnât need to.
Poseidon x Reader â âThe Sea Does Not Kneel (Except Once)â
characters: poseidon x reader
There are gods who love loudly.
Zeus, who announces it.
Ares, who fights for it.
Dionysus, who serenades it badly.
But there is only one god alive who loves in total silence.
Poseidon, Lord of the Seas, Sovereign of the Tides, the God-killer, the Untouched.
I. âThe One He Didnât Drownâ
It begins when you insult him.
Not intentionally â at least, you think â but no one insults Poseidon and lives. Mortals drown. Demigods drown harder. Gods get glared at until they wish they drowned.
You had simply muttered during a council debate:
âOh for the love of saltwater, stop sulking. We all know youâre going to volunteer anyway.â
Silence hit the room like a warhammer.
Zeus choked on grapes.
Hermes dropped a pen.
Hades whispered, âoh no,â very quietly.
Poseidon turned his head. His eyes were the color of trenches where sunlight dies.
âRepeat that.â
You did.
The room prepared for murder.
Poseidon instead said:
ââŠNoted.â
Zeus didnât recover for forty minutes.
II. âCourtship by Hydrodynamicsâ
Poseidon doesnât court.
He observes.
And you become the anomaly he cannot model.
He watches you spar, listens to you speak, notices how you stand when you lie and how you breathe when youâre amused. He sends no gifts. He sends no poems. He sends no storms.
Instead, the tides change.
Storm routes shift away from mortal coasts you favor.
Ships survive seasons they shouldnât.
The ocean grows strangely merciful.
Mortals call it a miracle.
The gods call it a warning.
You call itâ
âSubtle.â
Poseidonâs lips twitch.
For him, that is equivalent to Zeus building a statue and declaring eternal devotion.
III. âRagnarok: Precision & the Bladeâ
You enter Ragnarok not as decoration or claim, but as a weapon the pantheon intends to deploy.
The mortals cheer. The gods whisper. The Valkyries grin like wolves.
Your opponent is fast â divine, brutal, dirty with tactics that draw blood quickly. The arena floor becomes a map of crimson geometry.
Poseidon watches from the dais, expression unreadable, fingers tapping the armrest exactly twice â once when you take a blow, once when you give one far worse.
When you finally sever your opponentâs guard and put them down, clean and decisive as a guillotine, you do not celebrate.
You merely look up.
Poseidon stands.
A hush crawls across both realms.
He descends the stairs â slow, inevitable, as if gravity itself obeys him. The ocean accompanies him without water: a pressure, a hum, a depth.
He stops in front of you.
Every god on the field expects a critique, or a command, or judgment.
Insteadâ
Poseidon kneels.
Not fully. Just one knee, one hand on the hilt of his trident, head bowed a fraction â but the gesture is titanic.
Spectators choke.
âTHE SEA DOES NOT KNEELââ
âHE DOESNâT EVEN BOW TO ZEUSââ
âIS THISâMARRIAGE?? DID WE JUST WITNESS A MARRIAGE??â
Zeus: âWHAT DO YOU MEAN HE NEVER KNEELED TO ME??â
Poseidon ignores the multiversal crisis unfolding above him and says, plainly:
âYou honor us.â
You breathe.
âDo I?â
He lifts his gaze, and the entire ocean looks out of it.
âYes.â
IV. âThe Aftermath (Atlas, Bring the Smelling Salts)â
Back in the divine corridors, Atlas genuinely passes out from shock. Athena updates three war strategies based solely on your existence. Hermes sells pamphlets titled How to Earn Sea God Respect in Only 600 Easy Steps! (Step 1 is: Donât die.)
You confront Poseidon privately.
âKneeling? Really?â
âI acknowledge strength when I witness it.â
âAnd that was acknowledgement?â
âRestraint,â he corrects. âAcknowledgement would have shattered half the arena.â
You stare. âThat was the restrained version?â
He doesnât answer.
Which is how you know the answer is yes.
V. âNot Love. Not Yet.â
Poseidon doesnât ask for you.
He allows proximity â seated beside him during briefings, sparring in quiet courtyards, walking along the docks while other gods pretend not to watch.
He stands close enough that the air tastes like salt.
Close enough that the silence is not empty, but loaded.
Then, one night before the next tournament round, you ask:
âWhy me?â
Poseidon replies without turning.
âBecause you do not fear me.â
âShould I?â
He finally looks at you, truly looks, as if measuring your density against the ocean floor.
âEveryone should.â
You approach him anyway, and Poseidon â god of storms, breaker of empires â yields two inches backward without realizing it.
You smile.
âI donât want to fear you.â
âGood,â he says. âI prefer you donât.â
VI. âThe Thing Everyone Was Afraid Ofâ
When your opponent for round two attacks you off-schedule â cheap, dishonorable, cowardly â Poseidon moves before thought can form.
Zeus stands.
Hades straightens.
The Valkyries swear.
Poseidonâs trident stops inches from the attackerâs throat, ocean roaring in the arena like itâs trying to climb out of the marble.
âTouch them again,â Poseidon says softly, âand I will salt the earth with your pantheon.â
Nobody doubts him.
Not even their pantheon.
VII. âPower Couple Status: Confirmedâ
Later, in the ruins of the observation hall, Poseidon speaks without his trident, without performance, without depth pressure.
Just him.
âThe ocean has no equal,â he says. âBut it has found a partner.â
For him, that is the confession.
For you, that is enough.
Buddha x Reader â âEnlightenment is Overrated, Youâre More Funâ
characters: Buddha x reader
The first time Buddha sees you, heâs eating a lollipop.
Heâs supposed to be meditating for formalityâs sake, projecting serenity, giving the mortals hope or awe or whatever Zeus claimed the PR objective was.
Instead, heâs lounging against a pillar, candy in cheek, bored out of transcendence.
Then you walk into the arena to test your weapon.
Buddha pauses.
Lollipop stops.
Eyelids actually lift.
His third eye, annoyingly perceptive, flares just a fraction.
âHuh.â
Hermes notes this with horror.
Zeus notes this with curiosity.
Thor notes this with the emotional constancy of a boulder.
Buddha pushes himself up, flicks his candy stick into the void, and grins like someone just handed him a new universe toy to dismantle.
âYouâre interesting.â
You look at him, unimpressed.
âYouâre staring.â
âYeah,â he says, and doesnât even pretend itâs not true.
I. âThe Courtship of Annoyance & Velocityâ
Buddha doesnât court.
He bothers you into love.
He shows up everywhere:
during weapon checks (âooo thatâs sharp, you planning to stab someone or me?â)
during breakfast (âdonât eat that, try this, itâs better, also give me a biteâ)
during strategy briefings (âI meditated on it and the strategy you should use is: win harderâ)
during Zeus screaming somewhere in the distance (Buddha: âif we donât look at him heâll stopâ)
The Valkyries take bets on how long before you snap at him.
You never do.
Instead, you match him.
He teases â you parry.
He pokes â you poke sharper.
He tries to fluster â you smirk like you invented flustering.
He LOVES it.
He leans closer one day during training and says:
âBe careful.â
âWhy?â
âI might get attached.â
You arch a brow. âMight?â
He bites into his candy.
âFine. Did.â
II. âRagnarok Round: Sharing Enlightenment (and Violence)â
When your Ragnarok fight comes up, Buddha insists on watching from mortal seating.
Zeus tries to forbid it.
âYouâre a god!â
âSo? Mortals have better snacks.â
Poseidon stares at his audacity.
Hades respects it.
Hermes develops an ulcer.
You take the field, weapon gleaming, stance steady. Your opponent is fast and ruthless, using cheap tactics and psychological provocation.
Buddha doesnât blink.
If anything, his third eye narrows and his grin sharpensâlike heâs already seen forty-seven outcomes and is rooting for the most entertaining one.
When you cut down your opponentâs strategy and force them into a corner, Buddha speaks under his breath:
âYeah⊠there it isâŠâ
The dangerous part.
The part he likes too much.
And when you winâclean, decisive, without egoâBuddha claps slow, smug, and overly loud.
âThatâs my type.â
III. âAftermath: Mortals Are Losing Itâ
Mortals adore you.
Gods grudgingly respect you.
Buddha? Buddha walks through the hall with you like he invented the concept of flexing.
Halfway through the corridor, he offers you a lollipop.
You take it.
Every Valkyrie present ascends because sharing candy with Buddha is functionally a proposal.
Pandemonium breaks out in the betting rings.
Zeus is screaming, âWHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP DEVELOPING SEXUAL TENSION DURING MY TOURNAMENT??â
Buddha smirks.
âIt makes it more interesting.â
IV. âThe Philosophy of Attachment (He Lies Badly)â
Later that night, atop the outer balconies where lanterns sway and mortal prayers drift up like incense, Buddha sits with you, legs dangling, looking like a delinquent deity on a rooftop.
He asks:
âDo you want to know the future?â
You tilt your head. âDo you?â
His third eye glows faintly.
âI see a path where you die.â
You donât flinch. âThere always is.â
âI see a path where you win.â
âGood.â
âAnd I see one where you donât fight at all and run away with me.â
You laugh. âYou planning to elope mid-apocalypse?â
âJust weighing options.â
A beat.
Then quieter:
âLove makes attachments. Attachments make suffering. Suffering makes enlightenment. Annoying cycle.â
You lean back on your hands, gaze leveling with his.
âYou could always stop.â
âLoving you?â
âSuffering,â you correct.
He stares for a long moment, then his grin returnsâslow, crooked, blasphemously warm.
âNah. Sufferingâs optional. You arenât.â
Shiva x Reader â âBurn Bright, or Donât Burn at Allâ
characters: shiva x reader
Everyone fights for something.
Mortals fight for survival.
Gods fight for pride.
Zeus fights because itâs Tuesday.
Buddha fights because itâs entertaining.
Shiva fights to feel alive.
He has burned down pantheons just to see what was left standing afterwards. Heâs toppled empires because they were ugly, and defended mortals because they danced beautifully in the rain.
And then you walked into Ragnarokâs selection hall and ruined him.
I. âHe Sees Your Flameâ
The first time Shiva watches you spar, he doesnât cheer or whistle or comment like Zeus.
He just⊠goes still.
Motion ceases.
Rhythm halts.
Even the universe holds breath.
You dodge an attack with a glide of movement so fluid it borders on choreography â clean arcs, fast pivots, blade flashes like comet tails.
To everyone else itâs martial technique.
To Shiva?
Itâs dance.
He breathes out one word:
âBeautiful.â
Parvati hears it, raises an eyebrow.
Kali hears it, smirks like she knows exactly what that means.
Ganesha hears it, scribbles notes because that boy is observant and nosy.
Zeus whispers to Hermes, âoh no, heâs doing The Look.â
Hermes, horrified: âHe only did that once â for Kali.â
II. âCourtship By Combustionâ
Shivaâs courtship is⊠very Shiva.
He doesnât flirt.
He sparks.
He challenges you to spar every time he sees you. Not to win â gods no â but to measure you, to learn your footwork, to time your rhythm against his.
Your first bout ends with you panting, weapon trembling, arm tingling from shock, and Shiva grinning like wildfire lit inside his ribcage.
He wipes blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
âAgain.â
You gape. âYouâre bleeding.â
âYeah,â he beams. âYouâre amazing.â
He asks again the next day.
And the next.
And the next.
You stop asking why. Eventually, you start demanding rematches before he can.
The gods gossip. Mortals place bets.
Kali threatens to join just to escalate things.
Shiva practically vibrates at the idea.
III. âRagnarok: Dancing In The Ashesâ
When your Ragnarok match arrives, Shiva secures frontline seating â not in the elegant observation balconies, but sitting half inside the barrier wall like a delinquent demigod who refuses to be told where chairs are.
The moment the fight begins, Shiva watches not the carnage, not the tactics, not the opponent.
He watches your feet.
The way you twist, advance, retreat, counterspin â every motion precise, savage, and mercifully alive.
When you finally corner your opponent and drive them into defeat with a finishing strike that cracks the arena stone, Shiva inhales like someone tasting oxygen for the first time.
He stands, hair wild, eyes bright, and shouts:
âYES! THATâS IT! THATâS THE FIRE!â
Mortals scream.
Gods freeze.
Zeus claps purely out of peer pressure.
Shiva doesnât care about decorum or politics. He leaps onto the arena floor before the medics even arrive.
You raise a brow.
âYouâre not supposed to be down here.â
âCanât help it,â he says, circling you like a predator with too much affection. âYou light up the stage.â
IV. âThe Dance of Intimacy (Donât Get Burned Unless You Want To)â
Later, in a private training hall, Shiva unspools his upper arms and offers you a hand.
âEver danced with a god?â
You snort. âIs this flirting or a literal question?â
âBoth.â
He pulls you into a rhythm â not slow, not sensual in the mortal sense, but fierce. He twirls you, dips you, redirects force through your hips and spine like heâs teaching your body a language older than speech.
You strike at him mid-spin.
He blocks it without breaking rhythm.
Teeth bared.
âGood.â
Another spin.
âMore.â
A lift, a twist, your weapon slides past his ribs close enough to cut fabric.
He laughs â loud, delighted, unrestrained.
âYES. THAT.â
No one has ever praised you like that.
No worship, no fear, no polite admiration.
Just recognition.
V. âAttachment Is Fuelâ
After hours that feel like minutes, you stand chest to chest, breath tangled, sweat streaking skin, heartbeat matching his flawlessly.
Shiva looks at you without smugness or arrogance â just certainty.
âThe universe burns out eventually,â he says. âSo you either flicker⊠or you blaze.â
You swallow. âWhich am I?â
His grin softens into something dangerously close to reverence.
âYouâre the kind of fire that makes me want to stay.â
That is a confession.
A rare one.
Shiva does not chase beauty. He chases continuance â something worth coming back to after destruction.
He takes your wrist gently.
âFight with me,â he says. âOr dance. I donât care which. Just donât dim.â
Loki x Reader â âLie Better, Love Louderâ
characters: Loki x reader
The first time Loki sees you, heâs lounging against a balcony railing, one boot propped up, lollipop in mouth like he invented boredom.
âWell, well, wellâŠâ he drawls, eyes narrowing. âLook at you. Trying to act all⊠competent.â
You glance at him without moving your hands from your weapon.
âAnd youâre trying to look like you know what youâre doing. Not bad for a god who canât sit still.â
He snorts, flicking the lollipop into the air and catching it with his tongue.
âBig deal,â he repeats, stepping closer. âBecause, my dear, that smirk tells me everything. And I like secretsâespecially the ones I can unravel.â
âUnravel me? Hard pass.â
âOh, donât be so dramatic. Iâm just curious.â He tilts his head. âCuriosity is practically sacred in my line of work.â
I. âInterest Is Always Dangerousâ
Later, he appears everywhere. Literally everywhere.
During your morning practice:
âHmm⊠I see a flaw there.â
âYouâre judging my form?â
âIâm observing. Thereâs a difference.â He grins. âBut yes, I judge. Slightly.â
âYou mean a lot.â
âDetails, details. Should I show you how I would do it?â
âNo.â
âWhy not? Afraid Iâll outperform you?â
âAbsolutely not. Iâm just⊠modest.â
âModesty! I should frame that word and hang it on my wall.â
During meals:
âYouâre eating that?â
âYes, Loki, Iâm eating it. Do you want some?â
âMaybe. Depends. Are you sharing, or is it a trap?â
âItâs chocolate. Hardly a trap.â
âChocolate⊠hmm⊠very tempting. I might need a taste test for safety.â
âFine. One bite. But donât get used to it.â
âOne bite, and now Iâm hooked. You see how dangerous you are?â
You roll your eyes.
II. âRagnarok: His Spectator Sportâ
When your fight starts, Loki lounges on the balcony:
âAh, look at you. So poised, so deadly. Delightful.â
âDonât commentate. I donât need hype.â
âOh, but you do need hype.â He leans forward. âThat move! Yes! Twist! Perfect!â
âStop narrating my fight, Loki!â
âCanât help it! Itâs beautiful! You make destruction graceful. And you alwaysâŠÂ always land the last strike.â
âFlattery now?â
âObservation, darling. Very different. Also flattery, yes. But mostly⊠awe.â
III. âAfter the Fightâ
You return from the arena, weapon bloodied, hair disheveled. Loki meets you at the corridor.
âImpressive,â he says, smirking. âYou made them look foolish. And I liked watching every second.â
âDid you cheer?â
âI clapped in my own head. Cheering out loud would have been excessive. Maybe.â
âExcessive is kind of your thing.â
âOnly around you. Around others, Iâm perfectly restrained.â
You stare.
âAround me?â
âYes. You break all my rules, you know that?â
âGood.â
âNo, seriously. I mean it. Iâve studied every trick, every misdirection, every clever escape⊠and you, you just⊠ignore them.â
âIâm not ignoring, Iâm careful.â
âCareful⊠hmm⊠boring.â He grins. âNo. Youâre infuriatingly, unpredictably⊠interesting.â
âThatâs your polite way of saying you like me?â
âPolite? Oh, no. Not polite at all. I like you. Very much.â
You freeze.
âYou just⊠said that.â
âI just did.â Loki leans closer. âAnd I mean it. I like you. The problem is⊠you see right through me.â
âProblem?â
âYes. Because I canât lie to you. And Iâm addicted to lying.â
âAddicted to you, maybe.â
He freezes. Then laughs, softly, dangerously:
âPerhaps. Perhaps.â
Hermes x Reader â âThe Messenger Who Canât Stop Sending Youâ
characters: Hermes x reader
I. âThe Training Mishapâ
The next morning, Ragnarok has you in the training hall. Hermes decides heâll help âmotivateâ you â which, in practice, means zooming around like a caffeinated god and shouting instructions, compliments, and occasional threats all at once.
âLeft foot, no! Right foot! Now spin! Spin faster! Ahhh! Donât trip over your own sword, darling!â
âHermes, slow down!â
âSlow down? Impossible. Youâre moving too fast!â
âIâM NOTââ
He zips in front of you in the blink of an eye, stopping your weapon with a light tap.
âOh, yes you are. Youâre moving in slow-motion in my perception. Itâs very⊠adorable.â
âStop calling me adorable!â
âNope.â He leans casually on your spear. âAdorable. Very much adorable. Not just your faceâyour battle style too. ItâsâŠÂ cute chaos.â
ââŠIâm not cute.â
âCute chaos,â he repeats, grinning as he steps back, leaving you glaring at him.
He laughs, that high, bell-like sound that makes mortals tremble and gods groan.
âOkay, okay. Iâll be quiet⊠for now.â
You glance at him suspiciously. You know that âfor nowâ is never now.
II. âThe Ragnarok Matchâ
When your fight arrives, Hermes is⊠predictable. Only in his own way.
Heâs everywhere. One second heâs in the stands, one second perched on the edge of the arena, one second beside you whispering strategies you may or may not follow.
âWatch their right flankâno, their leftâyes, waitâahh! Too late, adjust!â
âHermes! STOP!â
âImpossible. Youâre too good at evading without me narrating. My pride canât handle it.â
You roll your eyes and charge. Your opponent, a god of cunning and speed, smirks, thinking they can overwhelm you.
âImpressive⊠but predictable,â they taunt.
âNot if I have help,â you mutter.
Hermes swoops down, whispering precise advice in your ear while also creating distractions: illusions of weapons, misdirections, and occasionally tossing candy at the enemy because, yes, he thinks itâs a valid strategy.
âDid you justâthrow a candy?â
âYes. Tactical. Sweet chaos. Works every time.â
The opponent falters just long enough for you to land a final decisive strike. Victory is yours.
Hermes claps, dancing in midair:
âYes! Thatâs my favorite human! Oh, look at you! Beautiful, clever, unstoppable!â
ââŠI almost died.â
âAlmost died = spectacular. And now youâre alive to celebrate with me! Win-win!â
He swoops down, tugging your arm to spin you around mid-air. You nearly topple him.
âHermesââ
âShh. Spin. Celebrate. Smile. Did I mention you look cute while winning?â
ââŠStop.â
âNever.â
III. âPost-Match Chaosâ
Later, in the palace corridors, Hermes refuses to let you walk alone.
âI will not allow it. Too dangerous. Too boring. Too⊠lonely.â
âI survived the match. I can survive the walk back.â
âNope. Iâm faster. You canât escape me.â
âThatâs not a threat?â
âMaybe. Depends if you run.â
âHermesââ
âIâve delivered my point. Loud and clear.â
He zips around you in impossible loops, leaving small sparks from his winged sandals, laughing like heâs discovered the worldâs best game.
ââŠYou are ridiculous.â
âAnd you love me for it.â
ââŠMaybe.â
âVictory!â
IV. âQuiet Moment (Impossible, But Here)â
After the chaos, when everyone else is resting or plotting, Hermes finally sits beside you.
âYou know,â he says quietly, almost sincerely, âI could be anywhere. Watching, running, delivering messages⊠but Iâm here. With you. Because⊠well, itâs fun.â
âFun?â
âYes. Fun. Exciting. Terrifying. Youâre⊠thrilling. And somehow, I want to stay in your orbit forever.â
âYouâre saying that like itâs casual.â
âI mean it like it should be casual,â he says with a grin that makes your chest hurt in a good way. âBut⊠I care. A lot.â
âA lot?â
âYes. A lot.â He leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper: âEnough to follow you into the apocalypse, if you asked me.â
You reach for him, catching his hand.
âThen maybe⊠you should.â
âOh, I already did.â
He laughs, squeezing your hand gently. âIâm not going anywhere.â
Hiiii! Could you write something funny for Poseidon, Hades and other gods you wanna add? Maybe like The gods having a young daughter who is a ârunnerâ so she like tends to just take off running or in general has a passion for running away from her parents, making her parents freak out when they realise their child is missing?
Ror fandom so dead I am requesting for the first time lmaoođ€Łđ
YASS II LOVE THIS IDEA!! >W< THX for being my first request and sorry if it's a bit bad it's my first, and unfortunately I'll just do poseidon and hades because tbh I'm kinda lasy and also don't want to write to much to the extent of writers block
chaotic little runner
You were his little precious girl, his everything, and he loved you more then anything so imagine how he reacted when he couldn't find you anywhere in the underworld. He went BALLISTIC to the point where the whole underworld started shaking like it was copying his emotions. So he went up to Valhalla to look for her everywhere. We'll until the little ball of energy ran passed him like the flash giggling with something in her hands... Wait has that hermes's violin in her hands, then WOSH, hermes was sprinting after her trying to get his violin back and hades just pinched the bridge of his nose and with lightning speed caught her and gave hermes's violin back and went back to the underworld with her by the time they were back she was so tired she had already fallen asleep in hades's arms and he just smiled and tucked her into bed. She might be a bundle of energy but your his bundle of energy
Poseidon was just relaxing on his throne doing whatever until some random small God came running to him and started shouting "HEY YOU GET YOUR STUPID KID TO STOP RUNNING AROUND ITS ANNOYING!" and poseidon just lasily looked up from whatever he was doing and seemed a bit pissed. Why? Because that God called you stupid and he said he'll deal with you and with that poseidon stood up. But before he exited he ordered that God to be thrown down to the underworld for daring to call his Child. His pearl, his little fishy stupid and his that he set out to find her and eventually he found you playing around with goll, but when he walked in goll went terrified of poseidon since he was one of the strongest gods but he paid no mind to her and told his daughter to come here and go home and at first she said no wanting to play more but he knew that eventually she'd come home just with the right persuasion and he offered her a lot of candy when they got home and that obviously caught her attention so she went home happily with him after of course saying bye to a very scared goll
Sorry if this was really short it's my first ever writing!! >w< byeeee have a great day/night
Welcome to CRK x Reader fandom! XD
Why was Rape crossed like that and not also Pedophilia? I mean, I wonât ask you to write since itâs on the Not Do list, but still
Maybe you should uncross it so it could be read better?
Also, please donât censor to warnings or tags or else it would be difficult to read the warnings, even if it makes you uncomfortable
that is the whole purpose of it
THANKS FOR THE WELCOME!, and of course I understand and I'll remove it
