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[saintxlaw]

Delicate Intricacies. (Buddha x reader)

⋆˚ ♡ ˖ ࣪ Summary: A natural continuation of the…research.. in the greenhouse.

⋆˚ ♡ ˖ ࣪ Contains: SMUTTTT, making out, oral (f.rec), petnames, “little thing”, “baby”, “Miṭhāī”= ‘sweets’ in Nepali because he’s from Nepal, size kink, teasing, biting, overstimulation, squirting, tongue fukcing, he really tries to eat you alive omg😭, don’t ever let this man near the box unsupervised again, teaspoon of begging, facesitting?, he holds you up off the ground, strength kink go brrr, crying, my nonexistent self control, cursing, dirty talk, flirting, have mercy bc he really eats you up— an inhaler and cold water because you’ll need it after reading this :)

ALSO- English is NO my first language !!

XoX

Your greenhouse is where you find out that Buddha has an oral fixation.

You were also certain that acquiring that knowledge was going to cost you your life.

“Ah!”

One minute you’re feeling Buddha up— hands greedily caressing his beefy, mouth watering physique wherever you can reach while he kisses you utterly senseless— tongue down your throat.

Then the next minute your shorts are snatched clean off— panties too and that’s all the warning you get before you’re hoisted into the air. Legs naturally falling over Buddhas huge shoulders as he pulls you tight against his face. Thanks to his height, you’re quite a distance from the ground and it makes you ache being reminded of his size.

“Relax f’me. M’not gonna drop you, Miṭhāī..”

Reflexively, your hand shoots down to cover your bare pussy, heart pounding in your throat.

While yes, you were turned on enough to bite the roof off of a car; he was still a hot man staring right at your most intimate area in broad daylight. And because your nerves are so obvious or because he’s dedicated to unlocking a whole new side of you— Buddha kisses the fingers covering yourself with the most desperate sound you’ve ever heard before he inhales- deeply.

You gasp, the blood rushing to your head making you hold onto him tighter as you feel yourself become dizzy.

It’s so desperate— primal and he does it again, nuzzling your hand before nipping your inner thighs with those sharp canines of his making you jerk in his hold.

Swallowing, you look down just in time to watch his tongue lap a hot stripe up your hand, winking when he catches your starving gaze. Goosebumps roll down your spine despite the heat, nipples stiff with anticipation and arousal as you clench around nothing. Fuck. You groan, borderline trembling. Why are you torturing yourself like this? Buddha—of course—is unhelpful to your inner turmoil.

Big hands knead the fat of your ass while he teasingly nips and sucks everywhere but there before supplying rather unhelpfully—

“‘S not fair..my candy’s all gone and you have some riggght here…”, he cooes, voice dropping to a low drawl.

“Why won’t you let me taste it? Thought you were bein’ nice t’me, little thing?” Oh, fuck fuck fuuuck. He watches your pupils almost double in size and smirks into the supple skin of your thigh. He really doesn’t play fair but neither did you. Feeling him up with wet little panties while being so bossy, pretty and starry eyed; all under the guise of “science” and “research”.

Yeah right.

“I- I am being nice to you-“, you stutter out and he huffs in something almost like a pout, flicking an eyebrow up at you.

“Yeah? Well it doesn’t taste like it.” Gasping, your eyes widen as another lick of heat coils deep in your stomach. You’ve always secretly loved how brazen he was but you loved it even more when it was directed at you, inflection only a few steps away from being vulgar.

It’s disgustingly hot too, unfortunately, and he knew it as he watches you wordlessly move your hand.

Buddha couldn’t help the way he licked his lips if he tried.

You were completely soaked.

The wet glisten of your arousal shines off your pussy lips all the way down from your slit to your drooling hole. Good enough to eat you were.

“Thaaat’s my girl.. so good lettin’ me see her…”. You whine, softly gripping his hair and shifting your hips in what you hope is subtly. A soft whimper escapes you when he uses his fingers to spread you open, and he has to sink his teeth into your thigh just to tolerate the sight.

“Oh baby…”

He groans with a pleased coo before lapping a feverishly thorough swipe up your cunt.

The first taste of you immediately has him hooked.

You’re molten and soooo sweet— like warmed honey dripping fresh from a comb. Greedily, he gives you another slow, deep lick from your hole to your pretty little clit; moaning low and raw in his throat with you.

Buddha can feel himself get carried away and he lets it happen. You didn’t just look and smell good but you tasted delicious too— heady scent amplifying your sweetness as you cry and writhe atop him. Trying so desperately to withstand it because when Buddha ate, he consumed with the intent to devour.

He rubs the flat of his palette over the length of your slit to make you crumble against his face. Up and down, up and down— in maddening repetition. You scream his name and he revels in the sound. Tilting tilts his head to capture one of your lips between his and sucks hard splaying a hand over your back to hold you steady. He takes more and more of your sensitive skin into his mouth, as if gathering petals, until the tip of his tongue sweeps directly against your little nub then back down.

A sharp wail bursts from your throat, your gasp coming out choppy and strained with heat singed pleasure making your nervous system short-circuit. Buddhas tongue is big and scorching as he laps at you again, deeper.

Raising you higher like a cup to his dehydrated mouth is how he drinks from you— slurping up and down your slit, he flicks his tongue again at that pulsating nub at the top of you before hungrily sucking it into his mouth and you lose it.

“Ngh!! Oooh— fuck!”

Spine arching, a punched out moan shoots from your chest, tapering off into a ruined keen.

Another burst of honeyed slick coats his mouth as he undulates that perfect fucking tongue against the underside of your clit so rough it makes your eyes water. It’s painfully erotic, your naked lower half twitching and spasming over his broad shoulders while he noisily sucks you off the bone.

Your cunt had already been gushing sticky arousal just from looking and touching his muscles but now you were positively dripping. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that by the end of this his face was going to be so thoroughly coated in slick that it would teeter far off the cliff of obscene and the thought alone was enough make you cry out more for him.

Gods, you even sounded heavenly. Ruined and free— he couldn’t wait to work you over into a neutral state.

Releasing each puffy lip from his mouth with a wet “pop”. Canines on display as he lets his tongue hang from his mouth, writhing it shallowly against your sopping wet hole and that’s when the begging really starts.

“Bu-.. I need- pleease!”

You don’t know how much more of this you can take. Chest heaving, you’ve been taken completely by storm by wave after wave of crushing pleasure. Every lick, every suck bringing you closer to the edge from Buddha treating your pussy like a piece of candy.

You watch through watery eyes as his mouth moves slowly, wantonly—with the sensual drawl of a drunk. Slow, deep breaths to draw your scent into his lungs, tinting the oxygen in his blood with your flavor, so every cell in his body can swim with your taste.

He’s purring at this point.

You begged so prettily but there was no real reason for it. He’d give you what you wanted because it was you who wanted it and he was more than happy to give it to you.

Buddhas Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he works his mouth on you. You’re so goddamn wet—pouring out onto his tongue for him to gulp down. Shaky fingers wind themselves in his hair, pulling at the long blonde locks and it makes his spine tingle. The harsh sucks and wet, filthy kisses to your cunt intensify as you both lose yourselves, Buddha lapping wildly.

Each devastating ‘schlick’ has you wriggling harder against him, a string of warbled screams tear from your throat and his cock pulses in delight. Broad chest vibrating with a feral groan, he drowns himself in your cunt before shoving his fat tongue up your hole— needing to taste his new favorite from the source.

White-hot pleasure sears through every nerve in your body— absolutely blinding— as you throw your head back with a wrecked cry.

Buddhas tongue thrusts and caresses your slick, tight walls until he finds that spot that makes your voice crack, fucking into that spot over and over— then suctioning his mouth over your clit to nurse it.

Fat tears roll down your face as you try to hold on with staccatoed breaths but you just can’t. The deep rumble he moans out makes his tongue vibrate from where it’s stuffed in your heat and you fall utterly and completely apart.

Bursting like fruit in his mouth— you gush; entire body locking as you cum so hard you black out.

Nectar flows out you in abundance and its sweetness is everything Buddha was after and more. Not missing a beat as he keeps undulating his sopping wet muscle inside your twitching walls all the way up until you go slack, boneless as he feasts until his appetite is sated.

By the time he pulls away, his lower face and jaw are painted in your release and your poor pussy is all puffy from having been licked raw.

Shameless, he nuzzles your thigh— very pleased and smirking at how long it takes you to catch your breath but patient when he asks,

“How’re we feelin’, Miṭhāī?”

There’s no way.

Couldn’t be. Was he joking??

Your ears were ringing, you’re pretty sure you’ve at least cracked some of the glass with how high pitched you were screaming, and just looking at how disheveled he is makes you want to go again.

Instead, you snort,

“Enlightened.”

Buddha huffs out a laugh through his nose before moving you effortlessly, holding eye contact as he slowly slides you down his long, muscled torso—stopping you overtop of a very sizable lump.

Your breath catches, mind racing from exactly what you know you’re feeling as Buddha kisses wetly over your ear, biting the lobe softly.

“Good …but do you think you’re up for another concept, little thing?” Another flash of heat warms through you, even exhausted you’re still very much excited and you nod rapidly.

Teasing his canines up the sensitive skin of your throat and jumping pulse, he hums in amusement. His cute mortal, you had no idea what you just signed up for did you?

“You sure? It might be a little.. big.. for you to fully grasp…”, he rasps against your mouth with a sleazy grin and you know from the tilt of his lips alone that he’s hung.

The type that leaves you hurting everytime you even think about it.

Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, you raise a brow at him in challenge.

“Try me.”

[alj0saray]

I don't know if this counts as a request since the inbox is closed (if it does feel free to delete this) but what do you think the reaction of the gods from Record of Ragnarok would be if they learned that their darling is a virgin? Would they like it or don't care at all?

You didn't specify what gods (and they are too many...) so I'll put the ones I can think of, you can ask for more tho lol ALSO so sorry for responding this so late

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✧˚ · . Hades

Ugejeigejeifnd this man... Uhhh this man... He's so soft. So kind to you. He doesn't really care that you are a virgin or not, all Hades cares about is your wellbeing. So if you are fine it's ok, if you don't want to have sex it's fine, if you want to he's ready and has the scene planned to make it even more romantic. Never will ask a question that makes you uncomfortable about your personal sex life, it's something that comes out naturally while talking.

✧˚ · . Poseidon

He thinks he is going to not care, but he actually does. More so because Poseidon will be somewhat jealous of your previous lovers, and absolutely will make sure to make the bestest sex ever just to show off that he is better than your ex. But it's all in Poseidon's mind and you won't notice a thing lol. But if you are a virgin he's fine, maybe a bit nervous that he's going to be a bit too forceful on your possible first time together... But Poseidon is going to think about it if that happens.

✧˚ · . Loki

RUN. Oh a virgin? So you never had penetrative sex? What about oral? Not even a finger? What about masturbat— RUUUNNN he won't stop with the question! To make you embarrassed with the worst question ever! And the innuendos! I don't think they count anymore as innuendos since Loki IS clearly stating that he can have sex with you now to teach you anything about sex. If you refuse it's ok, but unless you tell him you are uncomfortable with his innuendos or teasing you with everything he can think of.

✧˚ · . Buddha

"Cool. Want some candy?" You could literally tell him everything about yourself and that's the reaction you will get, depending on how serious the thing you are talking about is of course. If he senses you really feel uncomfortable he will still offer candy and then asks more, but if it's something like this... Yeah. It doesn't really matter to him, Buddha won't mention it further. You will get some dirty jokes and innuendos there and there, but that's it.

✧˚ · . Apollo

Love of my life, sun of my earth... Fucking shut up. When you tell him he will be... Surprised. Like a small gasp leaves his mouth and his eye open type of surprise, as if you are telling him some juicy gossip. Kind of like Loki, just differently: instead of asking questions to embarrass/annoy you, he's telling you how sex is and how he can be your first if one day you ever feel like doing it. Apollo is kind of tempting/teasing you in a way lol

✧˚ · . Hermes

He will smile and tell you not to worry, they are plenty of people (and gods) who aren't interested in sex, didn't have it yet, or are waiting for a perfect occasion/person. It's ok, everyone is different. However you will see a smirk appearing on Hermes face immediately after, saying how "he can help you decide if you want" and then, seeing how red and flustered you are, he will laugh gently and say he was only joking. Well, unless...

✧˚ · . Thor

He will look at you and give you a nod, kissing your forehead. And that's it lol. Thor won't comment it, won't say any joke or anything at all, he will wait for you to initiate things if you ever want to. He's very respectful, as long as you are happy he's happy too. It doesn't really matter to him if you are a virgin or not, unlike Loki, he won't make such a scandal about it. It's okay, he just knows he'll need to take care of you extra carefully on your first night.

✧˚ · . Beelzebub

I can't help but think that this boy is a virgin too... So when you tell him that you are a virgin Beelzebub should say "oh yeah? Same", will he say it? No. You won't know directly, you will kind of tell because of how... petrified he is when you initiate something, or when the situation gets steamier lmaooo He will quickly regain his composure and be more secure and calm, but something is... Off. Even if he isn't a virgin, Beelzebub doesn't really care if you are. They are more important things (your health, for example).

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˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Thigh Riding

FANDOM: Record of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no Valkyrie

CHARACTERS: Thor, Poseidon, Hades, Beelzebub, Heracles, Apollo, Leonidas

TW: NSFW 18+ Minors do not interact, fem. Reader, thigh riding, humping, degrading, praise kink, size kink, dominant males, played off as a one night stand (Leonidas & Apollo), pussy eating

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Thor

Thor, who finally placed down his hammer somewhere and found something thrilling in his life that wasn't from battles and endless bloodshed. He was, not visibly, very intrigued by this wish of yours.

Thor, whose way taller and bigger than you, and comes off scary; nonetheless was excited, hiding it well, to watch your little performance for him. He cant wait for you to finish so he can be inside you, stretch your pussy and slide against your wet walls and grab at your shaking legs.

Thor, whose been taking the lead, having his hand on your hip and the other on your back as you face him in this fancy throne chair of his and ride his thigh.

You could feel him tense under you as your hips gave small movements with your pussy leaving a wet feeling along his leg, making him grin as he gave your ass a small slap for making a mess.

Thor, who didn't let you orgasm just yet before he pulled you off and threw you on his throne and stuffed his face down your legs and licked up what you both caused, demanding that you release on his tongue instead.

Poseidon

Poseidon, who didn't seem to care at first and thought it wasn't going to be exciting despite how interested you seemed.. although he was immediately into it

Poseidon, whose pulling at the back of your hair to pull your jaw up and leave space on your neck where he kisses and bites you while he's pushing down on your body so your pussy runs along his thigh with a rough friction.

Poseidon, who wouldn't let you get off of your orgasm until he was satisfied with how long you've been riding his thigh, liking what he's watching and would do it again, in the future.

He's so unfair about this! Wanting to say how boring thigh riding is, at first, but than immediately taking control of your body along his!

Poseidon, who hopes you orgasm without his permission soon so he can throw you off himself and climb on top you so he can finally cum inside of you after all this built up friction just from riding his thigh.

Hades

Hades, whose frustrated with himself that he couldn't have done better with the scenery and arrangements for you, but instead he's stuck at his desk with you humping his thigh.

The clothes were restricting you both, since he still needed to feel professional and finish on paperworks, on new Hellheim arrivals.

Hades, whose allowing this to occur as he tries to finish up his work, but it's no use. He has to put the pen aside and watch you, while his hand is moving down your skirt to pull your panties aside, allowing you to rub against his pant, leaving little wet stains.

Hades, who acknowledges this to be a time for you to take control of the situation and have fun with him, but he's really eager to throw you over his desk soon.

Hes going to have this in the back of his mind now, everytime he sitting at his desk doing work he hopes, when you walk into the room to check in on him, you'll invite yourself to jump on his leg again.. you won't have to ask, if you do.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub, whose hiding such a beautiful body under all those clothes. Legitimately, caught you off guard the first time you saw the details of his upper region alone, sculpted out in a statue. You were so eager to jump on him and see what else he was hiding under his pants, instead.

Beelzebub, who declined the idea at first but couldn't stop thinking about it after some time... Eventually, he brought it up again and obliged to it.

Beelzebub, who began to melt when you first slid your panties down and climbed on his leg like a dog. He watched as you satisfied yourself, slowly beginning to melt into your touch as you also managed to tug his clothes off and kiss his collarbone.

Its driving him crazy, hearing your whimpers as you drag your pussy across his leg. You can feel his body shivering, underneath you, from this strange and new feeling as he watches you get off on him.

Eventually, he's pushing you off and stuffing his face between your legs, getting a good view and taste of what you did to yourself by using him. Using his body!

Heracles

Heracles, who was a bit nervous when you first asked him about doing such a thing. Although, that didn't stop his big smile and from pulling you aside instead of going out to train.

This big brute is such a sweetheart, whose taking care of you throughout with slow movements as he watched both your thighs rub against one of his, riding his big leg like a horse.

Heracles, whose talking to you and asking you if you're alright, wanting to know if this is a good pace. Eventually, he'll begin to pick up the pace as he bounces his thigh beneath you slightly and has his hands touching you slowly, using his words to ask for permission if he can touch here and there.

Heracles, who couldn't last very long before he began to touch you more intimately without asking.. his hands groped and fondled your breasts, pinching your nipples or pushing you to lay back on his knee as he propped his leg up for you.

He loved listening to your muffled whimpers and moans as you stuffed your face into his broad chest, with your arms around his neck. He continued to help move and slide your hips along his skin, getting the right pressure and pace.

Apollo

Apollo, who was immediately thrilled by your little idea and had you pulled aside for himself quicker than you anticipated.

Apollo, whose abuslotely loving your little show and encourages you to keep going. Praising you constantly on how well your hips move along his leg and how beautiful your body looks.

His hands are moving all over your body, because he can't keep them to himself, wanting to touch you and let you see, through his actions, how appreciative he is of this idea of yours

Of course though, this man couldn't keep it to himself very long. Your little drying humping became more intimate from how he distracted you with his lips on your chin, neck and collarbone... And eventually he had you moving like a lap dancer.

Apollo, who'd applaud you for the show and after you're finished with your climax, he finally takes the lead and gives you something to TRULY be excited about.

Leonidas

Leonidas, who'd lay back with a book in his hand and his leg propped up, letting you do all the work for yourself, first. Every once in a while taking a glance up to see you rocking back and forth to get off from your sexual desire for his body... No wonder the Spartans looked up to him for his strength, his body was massive.

Leonidas, who'd literally kick all the Spartans asses if they walked in on you both, after telling them that you guys would be having some.. alone time.

Leonidas, who finally finished his chapter before sitting up and grabbing your hips to help you move your hips along his sturdy thigh. He can feel your body shaking despite barely doing anything.

Leonidas, whose being rough with you yet somehow manages to be a gentleman with how he's treating you in both his words and actions. Biting and nibbling at your shoulders and gripping your legs to leave little red marks and pressing you down on his thighs.. yet also, kissing the little hickeys he left on you.

He's bitting back a laugh and teasing you throughout: being such a dirty thing to ask the Spartan King to do this for you, but he gives you credit for succeeding. He has a shit eating grin as he smokes a cigarette and blows it in your face after you finish with your orgasm.

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#145 Married

You and Hades snuggled together on the couch

Y/n*Looking up at him as he sits on your lap*You know..... if I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd have one rose~

Hades*frowns slightly* only one?

Y/n: mmhmm

Hades*is now saddened* oh.....

Y/n: I'd only have one because you've never left my mind~*Holds his face and pulls him in, lays a kiss on his forehead*

Hades*Gives you a loving peck on your cheek* I'm gonna marry you...

Y/n: Hadey, we're already married, you silly goose~

Zeus: Hey, honey?

Hera*who is next to him, is painting her nails* Husband, if you try anything like that, I will castrate you

Zeus: ok...

[blahblahblah-yapyap]

Pretty boy

» sub!bottom!Poseidon x dom!top!amab!reader

» Shuumatsu no Valkyrie

» 616 words

» established relasionship, Poseidon called "pretty boy", (kind of) pillow princess!Poseidon, possesive!Poseidon, hair pulling, mentions of gentle and rought sex, praising,

There is no doubt that Poseidon is one of the most prideful gods you can find, he is well aware of his power and title, he is prideful of his position between the gods and there is something quite subtle that he wouldn't really deny to anyone, and that is that he is also prideful of the partner he has. He is prideful of having you at his side but even more prideful of having your attention all over him. He stands pridefuly at your side around everyone else, not really bothering to spare a glance to those around when he has you, and yet when it is just the two of you he wouldn't mind lower himself just for you, as long as you ask nicely that is

As prideful as he is you are an exception for him, after all, he doesn't mind following your orders when you ask the right way, he may be pounded and knocked out by you but he will never accept that you forget who he is, you must remember and treat him as the pretty boy he is. Start by praising or tease him, after all he always has the pride to look at you with a challenging stare before he lets you do anything, but he has quite the soft spot for you so it doesn't take long for him before he crawls in bed the way you asked and let you do what you must do

He never protest when you separate his legs or raise his hip, he doesn't complain about in what position you make him stay but he will not let go of his pride or the stare until you force his mind to go blurry, it doesn't matter if you treat him gently or roughtly, if you decide to treat his skin with smoothering kisses or leave marks, he will take it with the same pride he does everything else

But even when he will let you use him just the way you want he still expects to be treated like he should, you must not stop praising him and adress him correctly, Poseidon loves having your attention on him and only him, he prides himself even in being a good lover so he must always have your attention when you two are together, you can tease him or even pull his hair, you can treat him with gentleness and love or thrust on him like if you were trying to break him into two as long as you full focus is on him, as long as your lips serve only to praise and love him

He will allow you to call him a good boy, he let you go away with teasing him and making him feel like he was your property, he will let you bent him down and order him what to do as long as your eyes never leave his body and your mind is full of him, he is prideful enough to be possesive over your mind in this moments, after all there is no one else like him so there is no reason for you to be looking or thinking about someone else

He holds pride over his power and title, but he also holds a greater pride over the fact that he is the one and only one being able to be with you, to be filled and marked by you, to be your pretty boy while also be the only one in your mind, to know that no matter who dares to stand in front of you, your eyes will always find its way to his figure because that is how it should be

[hwaadoll]

( 𝓓O NOT DISTURB ) 𝗮𝗻𝘂𝗯𝗶𝘀 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. ᯽ sfw +++ fluff. the god of death can't stay quiet when he is so happy to have his wife in his arms.

it’s quiet, suspiciously quiet, that you start to wonder what's happening in the outside world, even if you are still in dreamland.

sitting in ANUBIS's lap, comfortably settled while your head rests against his chest, as he hums under his breath, claws tracing lazy shapes on your thighs, rocking you slightly as you enjoy the peace for once. eyes closed, napping on your lover's body, brain empty, finally relaxing, and then...

“aaaaaaa—!!!”

you have never woken up so fast that you jolt so hard you nearly headbutt him. “wha–!?” you shout, head spinning and looking around because surely no one is going to surprise attack you or try to fight with mister jackal head over here.

his eyes go wide, a bright and sharp toothy grin shows on his face, and you imagine a puppy tail wagging at catastrophic speed from excitement because, believe it or not, he is basically vibrating with joy.

“i'm happy!” he yells proudly, and his hands gripped your legs tighter as his golden claws dig in, and you were so used to the pain that you didn't even feel it. “i just remembered that i'm happy, so so so sooo happy~”

“you screamed in my ear.”

“i'm sorry, i'm sorry! i forgot you were resting...”

"i am..." you say carefully, lips thinning, an eye twitching despite yourself, "...going to destroy you.”

anubis blinks once, then he laughs loudly, booming with the same voice that guides souls into the afterlife. his chest vibrates against your back as he tightens his hold, thick arms wrapping around you like iron bands, all carved muscle and divine warmth. shiftting his weight and suddenly you’re bouncing slightly on his lap, entirely at his mercy.

“cuddles for my lovely wife!” he chants happily, voice lilting, almost reverent, like a prayer murmured at an altar, “stay, stay, stay, stay with me!”

you sag against him, exhausted, the contrast of who he is as a god, a ruler of the underworld, cloaked in jackal-headed legends and funerary rites, reduced to this hyper, affectionate menace with biceps that could crush stone and a grin too wide to take seriously.

“anubis,” you warn, deadpan, not even turning your head. “if you yell again, i will leave and never come back, and no, i don't care that we are married.”

“oh...” he straightens immediately, nodding far too fast. “then i will be quiet! so quiet you won’t even know i’m alive!” leaning with lips brushing near your ear as he whispers the promise, hopeful and earnest, like a child trying desperately to behave.

you sigh, so tired and defeated, but finally, not a single sound comes out of his mouth; he nods furiously again as if sealing a sacred vow when silence falls. you can rest without worrying about getting disturbed again, because a happy wife means a happy life.

“i love, love, love you~!"

not even three seconds as you groan and bury your face in his chest. “i can't with you sometimes..."

“but you’re still sitting on me,” your husband says smugly, and unfortunately, you are still in his lap. he beams, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, arms locked around you like a victory prize. humming happily, rocking slightly, like an overgrown puppy who just got told he’s allowed on the couch.

this time, he actually stays quiet... for almost a whole minute, but hey, that's a new record.

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Sypnosis: In which, the prodigy emperor ironically found himself unable to conquer the heart of the person that he loves.

Content: ( Qin Shi Huang x Reader ) Angst, Complex Relationships, Profanities, Matured/Sexual Themes, Eventual Smut, Gore, Death, Obsessive Behavior, Canon Divergence, Violence.

There’s a billion people on this planet that Yin Zheng could bother, but for some reason, he chose you. 

The idea of Yin Zheng conquering every kingdom beneath heaven while still finding  time to send you letters heavy with longing will forever remain a foreign concept to you.

Conquest makes sense in the language of history after all, but devotion does not. 

So, it really is strange. Alien, even. 

You can’t help but sigh at the thought: he is a man who has bent the warring states to his will, who has leveled walls and reformed laws.

Yet he somehow can’t manage to restrain the urgent need to know what you ate that day, what kind of clothes you wore, whether the moonlight reached your balcony, or whether the wind chilled your shoulders. 

It’s maddening, really. 

One could almost laugh at the juxtaposition, except that you also feel the sting of being simultaneously worshipped and suffocated.

Because god, his affection is so suffocating: he writes letters so frequently that your own hand aches just thinking of answering them—specifically, letters that will fold into themselves with frustration when you fail to respond immediately.

Yes, it’s that bad to the point that you almost wished that the next letter would never come. 

You knew that it’s a terrible wish—yet, the thought persists with the stubbornness of a bruise you keep pressing to see if it still hurts.

Because god forbid you dare to want even a single moment of time for yourself.

You let out another breath of exhaustion as the sun drapes the hall in molten gold, painting the polished surfaces with a radiant sheen as your hands hovered over the lacquered trays before you.

Pearlescent grains of rice glistened like morning dew, each tiny pearl steaming warmly.

Beside it, emerald ribbons of bok choy shimmered, shining with a coat of sesame oil, while slender slices of blanched and lightly pickled lotus root, crunch like autumn leaves between your teeth while braised meats glistened under a sheen of ginger-scallion sauce.

A goblet of jade-colored tea exhales a gentle bitterness into the room, curling around the incense smoke that drifts from the open veranda.

All of those delicious foods were one of the perks of… having Yin Zheng enamoured with you.

It’s the little things that makes him bearable, at least.

You lifted a chopstick, hesitating as the savory aroma teases your appetite. The first bite is indulgent—a delicate explosion of sweet and umami.

Just as you pierce a tender slice of pork, a rush of footsteps cracks the serenity. 

“Greetings m-my liege, forgive me for disrupting your uhm.. feast.” A shaky voice from behind the doors uttered loudly, followed by a knock.

'Oh no, god—don’t tell me it’s another letter again. It’s either that or some stupid court members are fighting again for no reason.' You thought in despair, already feeling a headache settle within your skull.

“...Come in.”

Your eye gave a faint twitch of irritation as your fingers tightened around the chopsticks ever so slightly as the door slid open, revealing a servant whose thin amber eyes were filled with panic, obsidian curly hair wet from the humid air and sweat—while he clutched a letter in his chest.

…And you felt your mood instantly sour the moment you saw the seal.

Fuck. It’s definitely Yin Zheng and his yapping again, isn’t it?

“My l-liege! You have received another letter… from king Yin Zheng himself!” the servant exclaims, bowing so low that the hem of his robes grazes the polished floor.

Of course, it’s from him. Who else, but him? You almost rolled your eyes at the dramatic declaration.

You huffed as you set down your chopsticks with deliberate slowness, speaking slowly to hide the annoyance hiding in your mellifluous voice. “…Another?”

The servant nods, flushed from the sudden dash. “…Yes, my liege. The seal is fresh.”

“Give it to me then,”

You waved him away with two tired fingers, already rubbing at your temple as the servant placed the silk-wrapped scroll in your hands.

The wax is still warm beneath your fingers. So… this could only mean that he probably wrote it just hours ago.

Ugh.

You broke the seal, and god, did the first sentence sparked a sense of indignation within your chest.

You are cruel.

The letter accused without preamble, prompting your eyebrows to twitch down into a furrow.

I write to you beneath the frosting air and bloodshed, and still you do not answer. Are my victories so small to you? Is my devotion so easily ignored?

What the hell is he babbling about now? Your lips twitched into a dry, incredulous laugh.

I conquered Han last week, and I thought of you. The nights are unbearable without your lovely words. Do you know how cruel your silence is? I feel like my soul is ripping apart when I don’t receive any messages from you. I’ve sent you three letters, yet you did not reply—am I really that unimportant to you? You ignored me— me, your king, [Name]. How could you be so cruel to do that?

“What the fuck…” you whispered, tone steeped in disbelief. “He conquers a kingdom and expects a love letter in return?”

What a joke. Your grip cinched around the parchment, then slackened as you released it to not tear it apart by mistake.

If this was the first time you’ve received such letters from him—you would feel a faint stir of guilt in your heart and a twinge of culpability.

Yet you have grown accustomed to his theatrics by now to even feel a sliver of effects from his antics.

He invariably resorted to this childish behavior when you don’t reply to his messages after all.

You leaned back against the cushions, weariness settling into your bones as your lips drew into a tight line, null irises still fixed on the letter.

You noticed that the brushwork grew sharper and more agitated the further down the silk your eyes traveled, as if his hand had pressed harder with every line.

I eat alone. I sleep surrounded by men who would slit my throat for a title, and yet it is your absence that unsettles me most. Last night, I had a dream about you; you were standing behind my throne, but your exquisite eyes, oh those eyes that I adore, those eyes are blank, so hollow and bitter it can be compared to a mosquito repellent—a herbal fumigation!

And perhaps that dream is telling me that I was nothing but a mere mosquito ringing and annoying you. The way you looked at me in that dream feels as if you are measuring whether I am still worth the trouble of breathing.

If I die on campaign, will you finally write to me? Or will your cold heart remain stagnant?

‘Did he just compare me to a smoke?’ you wondered, clearly unimpressed, your mouth falling into a flat line as you registered all of those words.

Gods above, he was so needy. 

No, needy can’t even cover that sheer act of emotional impecuniosity he’s performing.

“…Needy bastard,” you murmured, rubbing your temples as though you could physically press the oppressive weight from your skull.

You glance at the abandoned pork, appetite thoroughly ruined. You allowed the silence to stretch before your voice lifts to break the silence.

“You.” You called out, ”Are you still lurking behind my spine?”

The servant stiffens as if struck by lightning. He had, indeed, been standing far too straight for far too long, eyes fixed somewhere above your head, as if stillness might render him invisible.

“Y-yes— I mean— my liege,” he blurted, dropping into another deep bow.

Your head pivoted slowly towards the servant. “Stay. I’m writing a reply.”

A flicker of relief crossed his features, swiftly eclipsed by his unwavering sense of duty. 

He straightened further, his posture becoming ramrod stiff. “At once, my liege.”

A sharp grimace of discomfort contorted your features, clearly visible this time at the words. The gilded cage of titles and honorifics you never felt like you deserved have always felt offending to you for some reasons.

You don’t really appreciate them—but perhaps, that’s just the way you were raised—to reject avarice and be humble.

To accept what you have been given, and not ask for anything more—and more importantly, never covet what isn’t rightfully yours. Because greediness will only serve as the catalyst for your downfall. 

A weary sigh escaped you as you rose, the fine silk of your robes rustling softly with your ascent from the plush cushions. The room felt too stiflingly warm now, the ambience thick, but perhaps it was just your irritation crawling under your skin.

“Stop calling me that...” you scolded, voice tinged with dreariness as you strode towards the desk.  “I’m not your liege. I’m just a servant, like you are.”

He stiffened, his shoulders tensing as his amber irises dilated in surprise—as if he didn’t expect those words to come out from your mouth.

You cannot blame him for that reaction though; you were always with Yin Zheng—so, it’s only natural to assume that you were as pompous as the aforementioned man.

“B-but my liege—”

“I told you already; I have no royal blood. I polish floors just like you do. I am Yin Zheng’s servant, nothing more, nothing less.” You explained, exasperation lacing your voice.

“We’re in the same status.” You craned your neck towards him, mouth curled into a soft frown.

“Forgive me, I—I cannot.” The man stammered, avoiding eye contact with you.

You paused, nimble fingers poised above the inkstone. “Cannot?”

The servant’s throat worked to swallow a knot of trepidation. “If His Majesty were to hear that I addressed you improperly… he would have my head.”

Oh, so that is what it’s about then.

A humorless laugh slipped from your lips. “Oh, he’d do worse than that.”

You dipped the brush into the ink, watching the obsidian pigment unfurl like a blossoming bruise in water.

“If you don’t lick my boots, right now—he’ll kill you for disrespecting me. If you do, he’ll kill you for breathing too close. So go on.” Your chin tilted, eyes half-lidded with irritation as you lightly elevated your ankle.

“Kneel and lick my boots.” 

The servant froze, his eyes crinkling; fear and disgust warring within those amber eyes. His stomach churned, bile creeping up his throat, the thought of pressing his mouth to leather fouled by dust and sweat making his tongue feel swollen, useless, obscene.

‘Nauseating to think of it, isn’t it?’ You mentally taunted him in your head as you watched him unravel. You glanced back at him with narrowed eyes “So?” you prompted mildly.

“Go on. Do it.” Your foot nudged forward again, toe stopping inches from where he stood.

The very color seemed to leach from his face, leaving it a pallid mask as his knees trembled, and for a horrifying second, he actually began to lower himself, his movements jerky and terrified.

‘He actually considers doing that?’ Your brows knit in genuine bewilderment, a faint crease forming between them.

The notion unsettled you—not because of pity, but because of the underlying meaning beneath it.

Does... he have no sense of self preservation?

“Tch.”  For the briefest instant, something like guilt pricked at your chest—an unwelcome, fleeting sensation—for having egged him this far, for cornering him until degradation seemed like a viable option.

But it vanished just as quickly, smothered by your disdain; spineless and overly docile people annoy you after all. They grate on your nerves just as much Yin Zheng’s clinginess does.

“Don’t,” you bit out, your foot withdrew, not in mercy, but in repudiation. “Blind acquiescence leads to damnation. Remember that, if your little brain can remember anything at all.”

He halted mid-motion, caught between standing and kneeling. Bewilderment flickered nakedly across his features, fear momentarily eclipsed by confusion, his brows drawing together as his gaze darted uncertainly toward you.

“Y-Yes… my—” He bit the word back, lips pressing together, not wanting to anger you further.

You turned away from him dismissively. “Just stand there and breathe quietly. That’s all I require of you.”

You sat at the desk, unrolling some fresh scroll of paper. Then, you began writing;

My dearest Yin Zheng, 

Your letters arrive faster than I can finish my food. I am not cold—I am tired. Yes, you are conquering states but I have to manage the aftermath of men who think your shadow gives them authority. I received your last three letters but I did not answer because if I did, you would write six more. Control yourself. A king who begs is an ugly thing. You want to unify all the warring kingdoms but can’t even gather your own thoughts? Reflect on yourself, Yin Zheng.

But… I am glad you are alive. Eat properly. Sleep when you can. I will write again when there is something worth saying. I’d rather have you tell me when you are coming back rather than your endless complains.

You signed your name simply, without any flourish.  When the ink dried, you rolled the paper, sealed it with wax, and pressed your thumb into it without ceremony.

“Take it,” you huffed, breath roughened with impatience, arm extending behind you without the courtesy of a glance.

The servant stepped forward, hands shaking as he received it like a holy relic. “Y-Yes. I will deliver it at once.”

“See that it reaches him quickly,” you muttered. The servant bowed and turn his back on you, feet tangling as panic overtook protocol.

Only once he reached the doorway did he pivot and flee. The door closed behind him with a dull, final thud, sealing the room in silence once more

“Hahh... damn you, Yin Zheng.”

You muttered as your thoughts drifted—uninvited, relentless—back to the beginning.

You still remembered the first time you met Yin Zheng. He couldn’t have been more than ten; you had been Xiaowen’s servant then, still young, yet tucked neatly into the background, trained to keep your gaze lowered while your mind absorbed everything it wasn’t meant to.

When King Zhaoxiang died, the court cracked open like a wood getting cut down by a sharp axe. When Xiaowen followed his father into the earth soon after, the air grew heavy, stagnant, fouled with the sense that something had gone terribly wrong.

A curse, some murmured. You believed it, in your own way.

And then Yin Zheng was summoned back to Qin, dragged out of Zhao like a long-forgotten debt finally called in.

He was thin and watchful back then, already dangerous in the way neglected children often are. He stood apart from the others in Zhao, a hostage prince dressed well enough to mock him, poorly enough to remind him he was disposable.

And the blindfold he was wearing only spurred rumors to grow until everyone in Qin concluded that he was a cursed prince; because according to the rumors that had bloomed in the people of Zhao, Yin Zheng was cursed.

What kind of prince suffers from such a unique yet harmful disease? they would ask—but instead, all you could wonder was what kind of child survives it?

Violence lives everywhere after all. And with those cursed eyes, he would suffer all of those damages too. So... how?

It never failed to amaze you.

He was a freak—and by that, you mean that the oddity that clings to him is in a good sense.

You were assigned to him like an afterthought; someone had to make sure the prince ate, slept, survived the journey. They needed someone neutral and someone expendable after all. But god, you never expected him to become the Crowned Prince after your previous master had died.

You expected him to die. But he didn’t and was actually set to be the first to get the throne. 

Yin Zheng was pretty ambitious too—and you thought, at the time, that being ambitious was just another symptom of his unique disease.

Because at night, on the road back to Qin, while the other attendants slept with their mouths open and their hands curled protectively around their sleeves, he would randomly sit upright and murmur to the dark about how he would be the greatest king and fulfill his promise to... what was her name again?

Chun Yan or something..? you can’t really remember the full details.

Nonetheless, you found it amusing at first cause of how random he was. Though, you  did notice that Yin Zheng certainly didn’t dream small; which was a stark contrast from Xiaowen who was quite... a pathetic kid who wallows in self pity and doubt.

He did not speak of surviving court politics or reclaiming a title; he spoke of erasure, of grinding borders into dust, and of ending the noise of rival kings forever so that history itself would be forced to remember a single name.

Yin Zheng.

You thought it was a childish grandiosity because a boy who had been humiliated too long probably cannot help a world that could not hurt him again.

But turns out, you’ve underestimated him.

You watched him become a king the way one watches a storm form: slowly, inevitably, with the sick knowledge that nothing nearby would remain untouched.

But what makes it worse was that you had wanted a quiet ending, of just retiring and living in a small town away from politics or anything.

But you helped raise a man who could not bear silence unless you were there to share it.

And maybe, that was your biggest mistake.

Because now you’re inevitably stuck with him.

A/n: The timeline is set in the 222 BCE and before Yin Zheng defeats Chiyou—and way before Ragnarok.

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Candy Cane Lovin' (Buddha x Reader)

Smutmas Day 5 Buddha doesn't give a fuck about Christmas but he does love the candiess. Human reader My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡

You stocked up on all the Christmas candies at your local groceries. Your lover visits became more regular during the holidays. He didn’t want you spending Christmas alone, and also the Christmas candies were his favourite.

This year was no different, so you kept your fridge and pantry stocked, knowing he’d be coming. 

And so he did.

Buddha came to you the day it started snowing, early December. You were sitting on the porch watching the first sets of snowflakes fall, it was peaceful, chilly and breathtaking. 

You cradled a cup of hot chocolate to your chest as you took in the beautiful scenery. Your lover arrived beside you, smiling at you.

“My sweet” he leaned in and placed a sweet peck on your cheek, “I have missed you dearly” he captures your lips in a soft kiss. 

“Buddha” you smile, returning his kiss with equal fervor. “You’re rather early”

“I just couldn’t stay away” he sighed, breathing in deeply. He steals your mug of hot chocolate, taking sips and moaning with content, “Missed this”

“Me or the hot chocolate?”

He laughs, nudging your shoulder with his, “C’mon let’s head inside, it’s cold” 

You both made your way inside, settling on the couch. Buddha guides you onto his lap, hugging you and kissing your shoulder, “Humans are truly magnificent”

You lean forward, picking out a candy cane from the bowl of sweets on the coffee table, opening it and plopping it into your lover’s mouth. 

He hums delightedly, kissing down your neck, subtly undressing you. His hands wrapped snugly around your tummy, continuing to assault your neck with sweet kisses.

You shiver as his ministrations, leaning back against him fully. Buddha easily flips you over, laying you down gently onto the couch. He settles between your legs, kissing your tummy.

He uses the candy cane to toy with your hardened nipple, then sucks the sweetness off of you, teasingly letting his fangs graze your sensitive buds.

Settling his head on your thighs, “I’ve missed you,” he kisses you leg, “So much, I need you” he whispers, biting the soft plush of your thigh.

“I’ve missed you too” you caress his cheek, “I want you right now” you held his gaze, eyes needy with want for your lover.

He smiles, peeling off your clothes. He leans closer and takes a deep inhale of your pussy, grounding himself in your scent. Oh, how he loved being back on Earth.

Buddha props himself up on his hands, tracing your labia with the candy cane stick, gently poking the candy against your clit.

The little bud buzzing to life with the attention from your partner. He uses his thumb to pull the hood back, then he rubs circles on your clit with the candy.

Your entire pussy is covered with the sticky sweetness from the candy cane. You whine needily at his teasing, wanting to feel your lover not to put up with his nonsense teasing. It’s been weeks since you last had him to yourself, “Buddha” you groan, frustratedly desperate

“I know sugar” he leans down and licks your pussy clean, humming in pleasure as he enjoys the wonders of humanity and its creation aka you and your candy-covered pussy. 

Covering your clit with his mouth he sucks and sucks and sucks like there’s no tomorrow, skilled tongue tracing his name on your cunt. Subtly leaving his claim on you, on his pussy.

The moans of pleasure and desperation filled the room, your legs tensing around his head. Buddha continues to munch on your divine pussy, moving down to stuff his tongue into your hole.

His nose is the perfect size, bumping deliciously against your clit. You were so close, pussy clenching around his tongue, desperate to release.

He moves back up to sucking your clit, dipping the candy cane into your hole, softly poking your sweet spot with it. That sends you reeling over the edge, you clench around the candy cane, cumming hard on the sweet as it continues hitting that sensitive spot inside you.

“Fuuuuckkk” you pant, body trembling from the intensity of your climax.

Buddha places a peck on your pussy, releasing your clit. He moves up your body, settling on top of you, capturing your lips in a delicate kiss, “So beautiful”.

You whine into the kiss, biting his lower lip in retaliation, “If I get a UTI you’re using your godly powers to heal it”

Buddha props the now cum covered candy cane into his mouth, sucking on it smugly, "You know I always take care of my baby, sweets"