“It’s not exactly a secret—” 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 isn’t the only thing that’ll get messy…
Warnings: SMUT, of the filthiest kind my word😭, I’m 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 don’t worry, Qin Shi finds out ur actually a baddie and gains like + 100 rizz, petnames, “baby” “pretty girl” “sweetness”, bath s*x, unprotected too, oral (f.rec), he’s HIGHKEY a pǔssybully, dacryphilia, multiple ✪rgasms, size k|nk, size difference, kissing, looottts of kissing, nobody here has self control, whoops, he’s got the fattest of fat coc—, he’s 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 we’ve got it all at the hardware store 😂
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 ♡꙳°✿
‘Attractive’ wasn’t 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 gulp— keeping your eyes on anything else but his broad shoulders and handsome face framed by short eyebrows.
Fuck, he’s so built. Need that, really.
“And not a moment too soon I see”, he continues, trailing his gaze over your form. “Undress and get in. You look unwell but I believe this should help.” He raises an eyebrow as the fidgeting on your feet becomes incessant. It’s something you do a lot when it’s just the two of you he’s 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 you’ve been with him, he’d hoped you would gain some muscle or weight but you don’t seem to. Maybe it’s connected to the stress caused by your former peers? Either way as one of his favorites he’d like very much to help you feel better. Smiling in what he means to be comfort, Qin Shi gestures to your clothing.
You hesitate— moving to step back before a large hand wraps around your ankle, lightening fast as he holds you in place.
“I-i..”, you stammer, acutely aware of the heat from his wet hand bleeding through your skin.
“I can’t…” You finish lamely and he huffs mainly in confusion but also annoyance. He’s trying to help so why must you fight him at every turn of it?
“And why not?”
It’s straightforward— not something you can talk your way around and fuck if it doesn’t make you sweat. For once you wish his blindfold was on as his eyes bore into yours even as they actively avoid him.
You’ve been acting strange…why? He’s been suspicious at times but now he’s sure. There’s more you’ve 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 naked— 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.
“What are you hiding, boy?”
He growls against your face, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Qin Shi watches your face drop— something like panic setting in as you gulp so hard you almost choke.
“N-nothing! My Lor-“,
“Bullshit.”
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 doesn’t believe you to be a threat but he doesn’t believe in taking unnecessary risks with just the two of you— mind racing from least to worse scenarios for your secrecy. And he so irritated for some reason though he’s not entirely sure it’s all on you. At this point he’s prepared for pretty much anything.
“It’s a bath— take your clothes off.” You shouldn’t be— especially with him being so rough but that’s precisely why you are.
Wet.
You can’t 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 don’t want him to. A firm hand suited him too well.
Apparently, you take too long— 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. It’s hard to focus with him so close and you slowly shake your head.
“Um…I- forgive me my lord”, you squeeze your eyes shut. Bracing for impact, “but no. I truly cannot.”
“Oh?” He scoffs, minutely indulging you, “But I wasn’t asking.”
“B-but”, you try feebly, “but why?” For a second he’s caught off guard by how cute you sound.
“You’ve piqued my curiosity,” your heart stops at that. “Whatever it is, I’d very much like to know. Besides, keeping secrets from your Lord just won’t do.”
“I’m…shy?” You can’t help but try one more time— one last ditch attempt to dodge the hangman.
He’s quiet for a beat, thoroughly looking you over with an expression you can’t read before stepping back…
and pushing you into the water.
Gracelessly you fall into the hot bath, flailing around until you resurface. You could swim but that wasn’t your main concern— 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 weren’t a eunuch? Still, he’s too curious to just go off his own assumption. He needs to hear it from you,
“Open.” 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.
“Now.” 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 don’t.
He’s out of patience.
Yanking you to the edge like he’s 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 enough…
His eyes are locked right on your pussy.
Qin Shi blinks once, then twice— 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.
“Please— I- I can explain”, 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.
“It”, you swallow, “It’s not exactly a secret—”,
Cutting off your appeals, he asks the first thing that came to mind when he saw your naked sex.
“What’s your name? Your real one.” Since the cat was out of the bag, you suppose there’s 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 continues— this time as a request.
“Can I? See the rest?” He doesn’t 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 weren’t 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 had— all soft and pretty.
He’s not mad which is good because that means your life is no longer in danger. But he still needs to know—
“Why did you lie?”
You sigh, the sound heavy with weight of your truth. “It was just safer.” His eyes widen as yours slip shut. “I needed work without the high chances of being kidnapped and sold.” Ah. The life of young women wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 tummy— your startled squeak making him chuckle. All this excitement after an already draining day has him feeling more over it than usual.
“Sorry for being so rough with you earlier…”, his muffled apology vibrates your skin as warmth creeps up your body, pooling in your face.
“S’okay…”, 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 it’s 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.
“Is there something troubling you, my lord?” He shakes his head, flowing around you as he grins.
“Not at all, I just wasn’t expecting to have such lovely company tonight is all.” 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.
“Lord Qin-“,
“Ying Zheng,” 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.
“—are you flirting with me?” 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,
“Should I not? Are you wife to anyone?” 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.
“Any more questions?”
Qin Shi laughs, low and pleased in his throat, nodding slowly. “Actually I do..”, you make a sound for him to continue.
“Does anyone else know-“, you cut him off with a dry snort. “Absolutely not.” He hums again, eyeing you all over and his intensity makes you shiver, nipples hardening.
“So all this time I should’ve been calling you pretty girl, no?” You’re positive that your flush has spread all the way down to your chest, not expecting him to be such a sweet talker.
“You could— but then you’d give me away.”
“Ahh. Then only when it’s just us two…”, his low voice trails off as you give a delayed hum not even surprised that you weren’t 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.
“I still need to check you over— see to your wellbeing and all that, remember?” 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 can’t 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.
“No need to strain yourself, I can check juuust fine from here.”
He’s 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 legs— rubbing up and down your soft skin warmed by the heat of the water. “Is that okay, pretty girl?”
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. “..hurts there.” 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 knees— 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 don’t 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 it’s just… he’s always had a strong preference to you. It’s why he kept you so close. You were competent and funny and soothing— pretty too and he was more than content just keeping you around as he wasn’t 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. You’re 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 could’ve 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 he’s slurping it into his mouth— 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 point— 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.
He’s 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 walls— mouth suctioned over the entirety of your cunt as his tongue puts you through hell with every delicious ‘schlick’.
“O-Oh god-!”
Mmm, he’s preening at that. You’re so sweet, calling out to him— 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 circles…
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 mouth— coating his lips and tastebuds.
When he finally decides to pulls his mouth off you, you’re 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 life— not even from your own hand and maybe that’s a good thing because you’re 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 he’s licking up your jawline. Ravenous and primal which is exactly how he kisses you.
His mouth is wicked as your tastes mix together. You’re 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 do— 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 can’t get on top of you fast enough.
Deliriously he swears that he must be drunk, must be high— moving his head to the rhythm of your languidly deepening kisses like a man hypnotized. But stars above, he can’t stop, he just can’t. 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. There’s 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 body— 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 entrance— he doesn’t hesitate to thrust right in, pulling away so he can watch your face melt in pleasure.
He’s 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 pupils— sliding out then thrusting back in with a wet slop. Setting a back arching pace.
“Feelin’ good, baby?”
You nod slowly, cunt tightening around him at the sound of his voice. It’s like you’re blissed out all over— moaning prettily as he starts to speed up now that he knows his size isn’t causing you any pain. The way he rolls his hips as he fucks into you has you feeling feverish from the inside out.
He doesn’t even need to actually try to hit those spots in you that make your toes point because he’s 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 you’re grateful for the fact that nights are specifically reserved for his private baths because if anyone were to walk by the door— 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.
“Yesss”, he hisses around the concentrating heat curling in his gut while he rearranges yours, “Know it feels reeaaal good…so wet f’me, pretty..” and you were— 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.
“N-nghh! Fuucck!”
The sound of him inside of you changes— 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 he’s abruptly flung closer to orgasm. He can’t cum though because he needs you to cum first. His pretty, clever girl.
Drooling, you’re totally useless to the way he folds you, hands sliding down his back to grab his ass while he’s railing you stupid with how the angle puts him even deeper.
Ruthlessly fucking you through the stretch with everything he’s 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 cock— 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 squirm— trying to fight the pressure that’s 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.
“Thaaat’s it, sweetness… lemme have it..”
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 hasn’t 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 didn’t want anyone else to know you’re a woman and he’s more than okay with respecting your wishes. Also, he knows he’ll have to at least try to treat you the same for appearance’s 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 can’t help himself.
“How do you feel? Sore at all?”
His worry is sweet. You don’t hurt anywhere right now but you’ll definitely feel it in the morning, more than anything though you’re 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. You’re almost too relaxed— suddenly remembering something and your eyes pop open, gasping as you grasp his biceps.
“I need to get back to my room! I’ll be late for roll call in the morn—“, your panic is cut off by the face lovingly nosing up your throat.
“Nonsense. You’re staying with me tonight”, he whispers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
You’d argue, really— it’s just you’re so tired and it’s such bliss finally being in the arms of someone that you’ve 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.
“I guess I can, if you say it’s fine…”
“Mhmm”, he hums, audibly occupied by the luscious feel of you and you whine for his more focused attention.
“You— ah! You just can’t keep me up all night, okay?” 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 won’t stay on your side when he cups your chest, rolling your nipples with a hot lick up your ear.
I have caved in to write a short threesome with these two. My writing is rusty due to not doing it in a long time, but I hope you still enjoy this, one way or another regardless!
Does not contain spoilers
Warnings: 18+, threesome, rough sex cause it's them, overstimulation?
Hades never imagined himself joining in with Qin Shi Huang to fuck you, let alone think about it. It never crossed his mind. But here he is, thrusting up in your ass, his muscular arms under your chest as Qin held onto your thighs, pounding into your pussy with reckless abandon and enjoying how quickly you came the first time. Both kings felt you squeeze their cocks for the fourth time, your eyes half lidded and body trembling.
"Nngh- Pussy's still clamping down." Qin's voice came out like a hiss, moving his hips faster. Hades began moving his hips too, feeling the ripple of your ass against them. At this point, after your fourth orgasm, your mind was going blank and your energy was draining.
"Is this what you wanted? Two kings destroying your insides~" The voice of Hades went in your ear, one hand rubbing over one of your nipples and the other going down to rub your sensitive bud. Your throat was sore from moaning, yet more came out.
"Yes- Let me have more~" That sentence slipped out of your lips. Both of their cocks throbbed painfully from the need and desperation in your voice, making Qin push your legs forwards so he can hit deeper inside your entrance and Hades sank his teeth into your neck hard. They increased the speed of their thrusts, just like the previous times.
"As our lovely lady wishes. We'll rot any remaining sense until you remember nothing but our names~" Qin growls, his grip on your legs tightening. Hades continued to sink his teeth in the soft flesh of your neck, drawing slight blood, his fingers on your clit rubbing faster.
"Hell- I'm close-" Hades growled on your neck, feeling himself seconds from cumming. Qin also felt himself getting close, his last few thrusts getting rougher so he can keep feeling your walls around his cock, leaning towards your face to kiss your harshly.
"My- My Kings~" You reached your orgasm and you came, a slight raspy moan coming out of you. Not too long after, Hades shot his load up inside your ass, and Qin came too, both their cum filling you up once again. You pulled away from Qin and threw your head back, earning another moan from you, but this one was much louder.
The two kings stopped thrusting, their cocks still inside you as the three of you took a minute to calm down from your orgasms. You couldn't think properly, your vision fuzzy from how hard they fucked you. They both slowly pulled out, watching as some of their cum leaked out of your holes. Hades slowly moved away from your neck, wiping the small blood off and Qin moved your legs forwards. You were shaking and when you tried to sit up, you fell forwards but they caught you.
"Good girl. You took us very well." Hades breathed out. They helped you lay down, taking each side of you, watching you breathe slowly. They gave you a soft kiss on your cheeks, running their hands on your body.
"You did indeed~ Next time, we will get past five rounds."
Just like the other headcanons, he doesn't kiss often, nor does he like to be kissed. Everything he does is motivated; he always takes the initiative. Yet if you do beat him to the punch, kiss him—lightly—on the jawline or the cheek. He'll act like he's annoyed, but he secretly likes it. Don't try to surprise him; you'll only end up with a disgusted/disgruntled expression.
Hades: Neck, Jaw, Mouth
Hades loves it when you hide in the crook of his neck; the tiniest follicles of hair always stir a chuckle from him. Kisses on the neck are the best area of attack. Just picture it: you're sitting on his lap, thighs clutching his waist, whilst you pepper faint kisses around the carotid artery, pulsing with every beat of his heart. The same thing can be said for the jaw; it's close enough so it makes sense. However, the lips are a different story. If you're looking for maximum intimacy/foreplay for sex, go for the lips. Start light and quick, then deepen it later on. Trust me, you'll be under him soon enough.
Thor: Arms, Forehead
Of course the arms because: muscles. I bet Thor believes there's some magic hinted at with every kiss on his biceps that fuels him more. You kickstart a burning fire in him, a reminder that he's got someone to fight for and return for. Yet, there's something about being kissed on the forehead that makes him feel truly comforted. The sweetness of being pulled into a hug after returning from Asgard, or Midgard, depending, and softly pecked on the forehead starts a warm hearth in his heart. Frigga had done similar, but that was when he was a boy. Such a warrior he grew up to be, and yet he felt like a child in your arms. He isn't complaining, actually; he wants you to do that more often. Hold him close, dear reader, and make sure you congratulate every conquest with a forehead kiss.
Beelzebub: Mouth, Nose
Kisses on the mouth express the highest point of passion. For your lips to fracture his ever-so slightly makes him feel the happiest he's ever been. There are times when he feels as though he's floating, his soul is on another plane of existence. When his conscience takes refuge in the void, your kisses bring him back to reality. He remembers now: he's here, in your arms, with your lips on his own. Beelzebub wished he could melt into your bones, forever and always. Whenever you kiss him on the nose, he feels...cute? Like he's some stray kitten or something. A little gasp escapes his lips whenever you do that; why does it tickle? He doesn't want to rub it because he doesn't want to make you feel bad, so he sits with the itchiness.
Loki: Anywhere
I'm not joking. He's open to anything: Forehead, Cheek, Mouth, Chest, and below~. I don't think he has a preference; just having your kisses satiates him enough. He doesn't exactly have a high libido, but he is willing to go down on you if you kiss him enough.
Buddha: Cheek, Mouth
I was gonna put "Anywhere" too, but I think he'll keeps this pretty simple. Cheek kisses are quick, but they're the best ones for him. Buddha doesn't mind sneaking a kiss on the cheek while trying to sneak a treat out of his lap; you're gonna have to be more clever than that, sweetheart. Kisses on the mouth are equally as good; any excuse to wipe off the sugary syrup on his lips is a must. Now that he can let it slide.
Heracles: Forehead, Cheek, Shoulder
Cheek kisses are the go-to, since the simplicity of them is perfect enough for Heracles. Forehead and shoulder kisses, however, are exchanged more often. Similar to Thor, there's nothing better than returning home to your partner after a few weeks. You know Heracles is a warrior; the battlefield may as well be a second home for him, yet you can't help but worry. Sometimes he's gone longer than he promised, often a month's worth. And you can't help but fidget with your hands, preventing yourself from biting them. But when he does return, all bloody and battered, every last tear of joy leaks from your eyes. You swore you couldn't hold any longer; sweet apologies try to soothe your worries down. A forehead kiss for the scar running across his face, and a few more on the shoulder just to heal those wounds.
Hermes: Hands, Jaw
Similar to the previous headcanons, hands are the go-to. Labored, yet somehow soft; it's the satin gloves, girlie. Kisses on the hands express appreciation and gratitude, for he works too hard for such a demeanor he brings. Jaw kisses are more to soothe/comfort him. Like I said, this man works WAY TOO HARD. With exhaustion mixed with resentment, he needs a bit of charge. Hold him, whilst he tries his best to stay awake, and trace his jaw with kisses.
Ares: Jaw, Arms, Cheek
Come on guys...look at him. LOOK AT HIM!!! My guy has the Kronk jawline, you've gotta kiss it. Kiss his arms, massage them too; the mighty war god relishes in his strength and mind. Shower him with compliments too pwease 🥺. Kiss his cheek for apologies, both giving and accepting. Imagine this big man holding your legs just to kiss his cheek.
Shiva: Arms, Mouth
Kiss his arms. All four of them. No I'm not joking. It sounds cliché, but trust me, he loves it. It's better to do it after a bout, more likely when he wins, and you'll get the cheeky fucking grin. Kiss his mouth if you want to initiate sex; he's a bit of a passionate lover, so he's all for your boldness. Just don't expect to be on top of him.
Zerofuku: Cheek, Nose
Both kisses are the sweetest; he has the cutest blush whenever you surprise him. You remember playing with a little rabbit out in the woodlands, and he got jealous when you nuzzled the white ball of fluff. Could you imagine being jealous of a woodland creature? You did notice how fussy he was afterwards, so you decided to tease him the same. Eskimo kisses while lying on the grassy plains, stroking through his hair like rabbit fur; Zerofuku play-fought you to get off of him, but you knew he liked the attention. Anything to make his nose twitch.
Apollo: Jaw, Mouth
A passionate lover who's all for your vigor. How bold of you to pursue him first before he even has the chance to plan his attack. Props to you, but you have to be quicker than that. He let you steal a kiss from his lips, but don't expect to win the next time. However, you can trace his jawline with those lips of yours, carefully outline the structure with an abundance of compliments to rouse him some more. Come on darling, it can't be that hard.
Susano'o: Mouth, Jaw, Neck
He's straightforward, so teasing isn't something he's into. If you want to say something, say it. If you want to show something, show it. Don't dawdle when it comes to love, Susano'o makes that clear. The mouth is the obvious choice, but if you're so bold to pleasure him, suck from his jawline down to his neck. Those hands will clammer your form in an instant.
Lu Bu: Arms, Neck, Collarbone
Literally like I said from the previous headcanons. Since he's not familiar with affection, it took him some time to understand what he likes and dislikes. He likes it when you touch his arms; he knows his own strength, but he can't help but listen to your voice. He doesn't understand flirting, but there's something about kissing his clavicle just...does something to him. Like that feeling he gets when he's challenged. He doesn't understand why, but he urges you to do it more.
Sasaki: Cheek, Forehead
Oh there's nothing like feeling your lips on his skin. Savoring every delicate touch with a buzz of energy, he can't help but get all giddy. You swear, sometimes this man is a child, but you can't help falling in love all over again. Cheek kisses are his favorite, first only to the mouth, but he doesn't do those often. Kiss his forehead whenever he returns home from training; the hearth of a well-lit heart burns brighter with affection than any other fire.
Jack The Ripper: Hands
How long has it been since he felt warmth? How long has it been since he truly saw that color? It's truly the greatest tragedy to feel hollow without a hole in your stomach. To die with nothing but the false altruistic feeling of love. To die alone. Jack truly believes he would live without love, for the man only saw the crudeness of society: greed, envy, lust, every sin committed in the world of the living. So when he landed in Valhalla, Jack couldn't believe he was walking amongst angels. Angels like you. Just by the touch of your hands, he refused to believe he made it. And when you kissed them, he achieved pure bliss. While it isn't his favorite, Jack cherished every last swirl of your color. He's probably matching the same tone whenever you kiss his palms.
Raiden: Neck, Mouth, Collarbone
Go on, you can touch 'em. As if his muscles are gonna bite ya. Don't be shy, kiss that vein pulse across his neck. Rub him down, massage his muscles, cherish every part of him. See the bone, go ahead and give it a peck. He doesn't believe in it, but every kiss felt like magic to Raiden. All this talk about good luck and bad karma ain't really his thing, but your kisses do have this essence to them that boosts his confidence, maybe a little too much. But if you really want him so bad, get him in the mouth.
Qin: Jaw, Mouth
My man has the softest lips. I know because I kissed them first. Qin is another straightforward guy, so the mouth is the obvious choice of attack. It's also his favorite too; tasting the sweetest of your lips is like honey to him. Qin loves to bask in your beauty, you on his lap—or him on yours—whilst he roams his hands around your body; the silk sheets swim like tidal waves. His lips are magnets to yours, constantly fluxing between your own. However—and you didn't hear it from me—his jaw is kinda sensitive. I recommend sucking along his jawline for submission.
Nikola: Hands, Nose
Since he loves kissing your hands, you might as well reciprocate. His metacarpals are quite sensitive; he isn't sure if his skin is just conducting electricity from your lips or his pituitary gland is firing nerve signals, but his hands start to tingle under your touch. Such contact ignites serotonin at rates higher than ever possible. You make him feel...feeble? No! Non! Nem! Nein! You make him feel loved. Ever-so loved. Hold his hands, watch them spark. Kiss his nose to make him blush; sometimes you'll catch it wiggle.
Leonidas: Neck, Chest, Arms
Fucking LOVES it when you kiss his arms. He takes pride in his strength, and there's nothing better than your kisses tracing his biceps. Bite them too; he relishes your affection greatly. Kiss his neck if you want to arouse him; also recommend pinching his nipple while you're at it. His neck is his Achilles' heel, but he'll never tell you that. And it is a MUST to kiss his chest. Bare-breasted or the peeking window between his Hawaiian shirt, you better kiss his pecs or else...i'll find you...
Okita: Nose, Cheek
When play fighting, it is important to strike your partner at the right position. If you want to take him down, attack on the nose. Okita will temporarily be stunned before you could push him down and defeat him. However, he keeps it guarded, so exchange cheek kisses before you find an opening. It ain't easily; one could only do so much to take the great swordsman down. You're lucky you're his weakness, he would never so such a vulnerable side to his peers. Be prepared to tickle him if necessary; he's ruthless.
Simo: Forehead, Nose
Tiny man = forehead kisses, unless you're shorter than him. Returning home to your arms whilst Kille's barging in for both of your love is the best moment of his day. I'm sorry, but just imagine cuddling together in bed with nothing but silence and the heat of your bodies, brushing his hair upward to kiss his forehead. So cute!!! However, if you do come along with him, frost-bitten winds are the perfect excuse to kiss his nose. Even with half of his face covered, still kiss it through the cotton. Your excuse may be flawed, but at least the thought counts.
Kintoki: Jaw, Collarbone, Mouth
Lazy cuddles are meant for sleepy kisses. And with Kintoki's haori slipping off his shoulder, it's perfect for tracing his collarbone with kisses. The demigod can live off of your touches; you could disturb his nap for all he cares. Every minute, every little peck made by you is cherished like golden coins. Go a little further up and you'll wake him up inside. Go even further and he's ready to go down on you. Teasing isn't too much his thing, but just stirring him with light pecks across his veins is enough.
Nostradamus: Face
Petits bisous? For him? Go on ahead! Just being showered in your love is all that is enough; he could die again if he could. Nostradamus could use any excuse if it meant he'll be smooched by your lips. He'll even show you how to greet people with kisses; it's good manners, but it's also another excuse to get smooch. Whenever you meet, you must greet him with three kisses on the cheek, and a hug, and and compliment.
what about Ying Zheng with his childhood friend? hcs perhaps? your writing is quite delicious to me.
thank you for hearing this out! cc:
ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛ'ꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ
ft: ying zheng/qin shi huang (record of ragnarok)
reader: gn!reader
wc: 1230
cw: none.
I HATE THE WAY THIS TURNED OUT
I HAD A VISION AND I STILL HAVE A VISION--THE INSPO
AND ITS NOT HERE
FUCK SKIBIDI IM GONNA CRY
this is so disappointing gonna crawl in a hole and DIE
You'd first encountered Yíng Zhèng alone in a field of flowers just off the main path near his estate. He'd startled when you approached, clutching his meager vegetables (which were closer in nature to scraps than actual food) close to his chest as he offered an awkward smile.
You knew him, of course, you did. Every kid in Zhào knew of the cursed Qín boy—abandoned son of Zichu, and the target of every adult's ire, and thus theirs as well.
You've seen the defilement of his guarded estate and heard the vile comments nobody tried to hide beneath their breath, but were too young to understand the extent of the horrors brought upon your people by the warring country.
You entered his space with a vigor that had him frozen in place, trying to see what made him so hated by your people. You don't know how long you'd observed him, but he never once moved a muscle, perhaps too petrified to do anything but stay pinned beneath your scrutiny.
Finally, you sighed, leaning back, and a bit put off by the forced curl of his lips.
Truly, you didn't get it. No matter how hard you stared at his soul, you could find nothing but an almost blinding purity, even as it trembled with barely veiled fear.
"You're weird," you say after a moment, a flat observation that carries no real heat, but the statement still manages to make him flinch regardless. You settle your back against the tree you'd been napping on prior to his arrival, quirking a brow at him as he stands stiffly in place.
"Sorry," he forces out almost reflexively, his voice just barely legible over its tremor as his head bows deep in apology. For what? You still aren't sure long into the future.
You hum, fiddling with a blade of grass you'd plucked with regret blooming in your gut. "It's not a bad thing," you clarify quietly, tossing away the weed in favor of messing with the sleeves of your hanfu, "I just thought that you would be a lot worse."
Yíng Zhèng cautiously takes a step towards you, and for the first time in his life, he isn't pushed away.
Sure, you aren't exactly looking at him, but you also aren't glaring at him, so that's a plus.
He braces for it, though, for you to take back your awkward half-compliment and to see him for the monster that everyone else has deemed him to be.
But you don't.
When you look up in mild shock, there's no hatred in your eyes, no burning resentment for the crimes of those who came before him, just childish curiosity.
That had also been the first time Yíng Zhèng had nearly cried.
The next time he sees you in that field of flowers, napping against the tree, he debates approaching, but his body moves before his mind can process, wading through the yellow blooms thoughtlessly. You rouse slowly and blearily, acknowledging him with the smallest dip of your chin and three sloth-like blinks, raising a brow at the still-pitiful amount of vegetables clutched within his grasp.
This time, he makes the bold move of sitting next to you against the tree, and you turn to him with a tilt of your head, watching as his soul squirms within him. You don't say anything, drifting in and out of consciousness with him at your side. You feel his eyes on you, his gaze nearly searing as it tracks your movements for any sign of annoyance.
The hours tick by in silence, filled only by the rustle of leaves and the calming song of nearby birds. Slowly, the sun fades behind the horizon, the beautiful golden hue of the sunset bleeding to an inky black speckled with stars.
A distant call pulls your attention away from the small bundle of flowers in your grasp.
You look down at it, then up at him, unblinking.
The voice calls out again, closer this time, and you take it upon yourself to shove the small clump of crushed blooms in his hands before disappearing into the night.
Yíng Zhèng can only stand there, mouth agape in bafflement as he holds the flowers to his chest, the smallest spark of what he'll later reflect on to be hope sparking within the depths of his soul. He picks up his cloth full of vegetables, and walks home with the scornful wounds adorning his body hurting just a little less.
Without fail, every day, Yíng Zhèng would find you beneath the tree doing something, usually napping, but there had been a few occasions where you had been engrossed in a scroll, too occupied to even offer a cursory nod. Some days you leave earlier than others, pulled away by the mysterious voice.
But, never once did you push him away or suck your teeth when he approached.
It was…nice.
One fateful day, however, he shatters the fragile routine the two of you had built up over the course of a month.
"You're always here," he says out of the blue one evening, almost instantly regretting the words as your eyes snap to him with their ever-piercing dissection. "Not that it's bad!" He's quick to correct, the familiar tug of his defensive smile pulling at the corner of his lips with an apology bubbling at the back of his throat, "I was just curious…haha."
You snort at his honesty, shutting your scroll quietly before turning back to the field of flowers.
"It's peaceful out here."
Peaceful.
The word resonates within Yíng Zhèng like a ripple in a stagnant lake.
His presence brought forth many emotions—hatred, bloodlust, scorn, but never peace.
"Your soul," you start contemplatively, your brows furrowed slightly as you try to find the words, "it's pure—soothing to be around."
"My soul…?"
You hum, thumbing the edge of your scroll, "I see them, and everyone's is different. My master says how they move, and their shape can tell a lot about a person."
"What's mine like?" He can't help but ask, unintentionally leaning the slightest bit closer to you.
"Jittery," you laugh lightly, and Yíng Zhèng decides then and there that he likes the sound of your laughter, "but bright, even if you're a bit weird." The air dims for a moment when you pull your knees to your chest, resting your cheek against them as you tuck your hands beneath your thighs. "My master doesn't like you, but I don't think you're too bad, Qín boy."
"Yíng Zhèng," he corrects quietly, his shoulders taut with hesitation as he braces for a rejection. He feels the intensity of your stare, no doubt watching the violent tremor of his soul that threatens to leave his body if he doesn't hold his breath.
Instead, you laugh again, the sound warm in contrast to the chilled night air.
"Yíng Zhèng." The syllables roll comfortably off your tongue, like stream water off a smooth rock—fluid and natural, and your grin widens the smallest fraction, glimmering from the small light afforded by fireflies. "Hǎo! My name is [Name]."
Your name falls from his lips with care, as though it'll shatter if he were to say it wrong. He holds it close to his heart—the first thing given to him without malice, and promises silently to never take your kindness for granted.
since someone sent an ask about ror.....what if emanator of abundance!reader? Maybe deaths in ror would be stoped by emanator of abundance!reader, well in a way or two
Imagine record of Ragnarok with an emanator of abundance!reader
I will poison all your happy thoughts
I will love you like the ashes in my cigarette box
And if you're fine with that
You can be mine
Imagine a record of Ragnarok x emanator of abundance!reader ( Brunhilde, zeus, Poseidon, hades, Qin shi Huang )
Brunhilde was thinking of ways to out cheat the gods, unfortunately very seems interested in saving humanity until you appear. Something is off about how you act and your body, you are not human or god she has ever seen As well as any magical creatures she saw.
when asking about your intentions–you simply replied that you are a healer who wish to preserve the beauty of all existence, hopeless she took on your deal not knowing the "thing" she's inviting.
BRUHILDE
Brunhilde didn't think much of it, but would still keep her guard around you. Before Ragnarok officially begins the human fighters are instructed to eat a fruit that you specially given to them, when Brunhilde what exactly is the fruit–you simply replied that the fruit would give them strength and also a "blessing" from the abundance themselves.
You were by far a strange individual not any human or god she ever seen, you told her that you were a healer– she didn't check because she has bigger issues but everyone in all of Valhalla and humanity are certain unique themselves. The way you would preach about the blessing of life as well as seeing you writing "Thousand-Handed Merciful Medicus' Salvation" on a piece of scroll 500 times.
She finally realized what she did when, lübu was decapitated during the first match but instead of a loss–he immediately regrew a new head. Everyone immediately pointed and looked at Brunhilde, all sides yelling what she did. But she herself is also confused, she slowly looks towards you who was standing right beside her and goll–and you were smiling about the brilliance of the blessing.
ZEUS
He can immediately sense something is amidst but ignores it as something not important or simply sends Hermes to investigate, but he immediately becomes alert towards the first round. The way that the human warrior regrew back its head even caught Thor in shock, g ods are unable to be harmed by divine weapons but lübu received the blessings of a Valkyrie even after suffering from that hit–how is he able to regrow his head back, this is not divine or human power.
The tension immediately becomes high, all sides are looking at the culprit or simply shocked from this revelation. It's between Ragnarok being cancelled or simply postponed to get behind all of these, this is something unnatural.
By Hermes investigation, a "healer" can be seen right beside Brunhilde. The problem is that you are "unregistered" a being who isn't in the files of both humans and gods, did the Valkyrie cheat and came in contact with an unseen force. actually no, more like she's been tricked to make a deal with a "thing" she's unable to comprehend.
POSEIDON
He absolutely hates all of these, instead of any thorough investigation he immediately goes to the human section and goes to find the "healer" himself. When he did finally find you, you were in a secluded room where Brunhilde put you in–actually scratch that, it's more like she trapped you in the room.
Absolute filth, the once luxurious room are filled with roots stemming from you and with those roots form a tree that holds an abundance of fruits. Before you can even speak or offer him one, his trident was already piercing your chest.
But after removing his trident, the hole that he pierced towards you...simply grew back before you can get another word again, he pierced you again and that would immediately heal. Even after all his attacks, you simply regrow back. He is shocked by this revelation, his attacks are deadly even for gods but you simply didnt dodge and just take it as if you know you are gonna be okay. It's more like some sort of invasive disease, you simply cannot die.
HADES
Hades also got involved in the conflict or he was simply called for his expertise, but after rewinding the images and endless debate. It simply remains a mystery, but he can sense something is rising and it's gonna be catastrophic. After learning about how his little brother immediately goes to the culprit to end her, hades feel the danger–he went to the location.
His little brother was fine which is fine... But the main culprit of you is still alive. After receiving many wounds or any injury poseidon put on you, you simply regrow back or recover from your injuries no matter how deadly it was.
Hades confronted on what exactly are you and what's your purpose here, but you insisted on being nothing but a healer and was trying to spread the blessing of life towards everybody "blessing? Or is it a curse" you were soon arrested and brought to court but it seems you were unmoved by this.
QIN SHI HUANG
Ever since Ragnarok was put to stop due to thorough investigation, tension rises amongst the humans. Brunhilde also does not oppose the healer being arrested by the king of hellheim himself to bring them to trial, that healer soon is gonna be under questioning in front of everyone.
Even though the human fighters were advised to eat the fruit that you gave to them, some wouldn't eat the fruit. Qin shi Huang was one of them, he spit out the fruit when you were not looking.
Brunhilde was restless researching what exactly what you are, but Qin shi Huang already knows what you are. He is able to see the condition or feeling of others through perception, but when he looks at you–it's like a never ending branch with many roots. He can sense you were not human, yet also not a god or anything.
In the courtroom of Valhalla, everyone was looking at you. The trial began– but honestly it's surprising that they even put you on trial instead of immediately putting you in guilt. What are you? What's your purpose? Where did you come from? Why are you doing this?
Most of the gods are not even taking it seriously, seeing you as nothing but a pest or a disease that is easily squash. Honestly they should really be careful what they put in their mouths. In the end you revealed that the fruits and food of Valhalla have already been laced and switched by you. THEY will come, the plague author would bestow their blessing to this dying world, during the chaos you were struck by Zeus yet you regrow a new body nothing trivial.
And on cue, a seed falls from the sky and a tree with boundless fruits of immortality grows from it, with this many gods and humans also started to transform and your body also start to transform by absorbing those already affected becoming a tree with a thousands of faces while preaching about how beautiful and benevolent your Aeon is. the characters are left stun and wondering what did they invite to their world.
Usually I would never take a request when my inbox isn't open, but this concept is so yummy. Honestly you should really read how terrifying the abundance is as well as how terrifying Shuhu is.
