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#fierce deity my beloved
rottencandyapp1es · 4 hours
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Feeling hot, hot, hot 🔥
Expression practice that got a bit outta hand... Whatever keeps me drawing, yeah?
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neverchecking · 9 months
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NSFW Alphabet- Fierce Deity Edition
And the winner of the poll (Which isn't technically over) is, in a surprising turn of events, Fierce! Sage had the lead for a while and then it was Legend, and then the man himself pulled ahead!
I was watching it the whole time while writing this like "you better not change."
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He's the silent broody type, but every touch of his is startlingly soft. But he's pretty good at aftercare, all things considered! He's probably the type to have a set routine that he goes through each and every time. A wipe down and then a bath and then probably letting you lay on his chest while he towel dries you off <33
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On his partner? Everything. He can't chose. That would be sacrilegious. He loves every part of you. Every bump, scar, insecurity is what makes you, you. And he'll be damned before he doesn't worship every inch of your entire being.
On him? (I'll have everyone know I almost put hands here. AGAIN.) Probably his back or chest. Now, I know that sounds weird, but it's the first place your hands mark in glorious streaks of white when he's buried deep within you. It's one of the only places he can wear the marks you have graced him with so proudly. It's where you sign your name and place your claim on his heart, soul and entire being.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Man cums a lot. Be forewarned. It's thick and it's creamy and there's always a lot. Another Link with those heavy breeder balls, you know? Ones just begging to be drained into your pretty little hole. Which is exactly where he does it. Every single time. Anywhere else is a waste.
And he refuses to be wasteful.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He is always secretly terrified that he could somehow in someway hurt you. So when you take control and ride him, bouncing up and down, over and over and over again, he just feels himself fall deeper into devotion for you. Because you aren't afraid. He's slaughtered thousands. And yet, you cradle him like he is a saint. This is only proven when your above him, using him like a toy and trusting that he won't do anything to take back control.
Because he won't.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Fierce was never one for sex. I'm gonna go right off the bat with that. In fact, you're probably his first. That being said, if he lets you sleep with him, he's probably finding ways to spend the rest of his immortal years with you. You aren't leaving him. He won't let you. He's only willing to learn your body. What makes you tick. Not anyone else. He has no care for anyone else.
And he's a fast learner.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary all the way. He'll do others, but I can't see him really enjoying them. With Missionary he gets to watch your facial features and the way you heave breath after heavy breath, watching as he disappears into your greedy little hole over and over again.
So yeah, he loves missionary. Even if a breeding press also has it's place in his chest cavity (bc I'm not sure if he has a heart hfof)
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
You're kidding, right?
This man has no sense of humor. Period. Maybe he'll give you a small twitch of his lips, but other than that, he's the same stoic faced, bare boned man he portrays. So if he doesn't laugh during the times he's clothed, there's like negative chances of him doing it when he's naked.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I like to think every part of him is strictly uniform. Every part. His pubic hair is nicely groomed and trimmed and still the same stark white as the hair on his head.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
I could go either way with this. On one hand, he probably doesn't know a whole lot about Romance. Just devotion. And his devotion is so whole and honest in a way I don't think I could truly describe. Everything he does is for you. Your attention. Your approval. Your everything.
On another hand, if his lover wishes for romance, he shall do all the research necessary to ensure he is properly versed in every courting method there is. Anything his darling wants. Their wish is his command.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Never. Not once. He has zero interest in touching himself. None at all. As far as he's concerned, his dick is yours and yours alone. He merely carries it around. He has no right to touch whats yours.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
HUGE CORRUPTION KINK.
There I said it. He's so into taking this pristine art of the Golden three and just absolutely ruining it. Making your eyes red and puffy with tears as you cry out for him, bruising the delicate flesh on your hips with a grip tight enough to keep you in place, claiming you in every way you claim him as the biggest fuck you to the goddesses who blessed you
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere private. He has absolutely no interest in sharing the view of you. That is his and his alone. He believes that sex is such an intimate thing, it's his holy time.
And he doesn't share
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Anything. Anything with you. You could breath in his direction and he's hard and ready to go. If you give him the opportunity, he'll worship you all day every day. Just give him the word.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Any form of physical harm. He refuses to do that. Absolutely refuses. His hands are stained with thousands of years of blood and he refuses to let yours be there as well.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Giving all the way. That is his purest form of devotion and that's his sacred time. He could spend hours down there if you'd let him. So please let him. Plus, he's a god at oral. He's so focused on you and your reactions, you have no complaints regarding his head game.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Anything his lover wants. If they want slow and sensual, he'll do it. Fast and rough? He's pinning them down. Long, hard drags? Done. Shallow thrusts that have you crying out? Anything you wish.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Hates them. Hates them hates them hates them. SO MUCH. He refuses to rush his prayers to you. REFUSES. It's frankly insulting to insinuate he would ever do such a thing. He is taking his time in taking you apart and not speeding up even for the end of the world.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Nope. No risks. Anything risking his time with you is a big no-no. That's his special time. His moment of prayer and devotion and it is not to be interrupted.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
All day and all night. The only thing stopping him is his partner pressing the red light. He can go forever if you'd let him. He has no limit. He is a Deity after all. <3
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
None. Hates them too. Why have something as stupid as a toy there to try and please you when he does it well enough on his own? Why have any form of an imposter when he is there? Why insult his abilities with knockoffs like that?
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He enjoys it at any given point, but not a lot. Just enough to have his lover crying out his name. Just enough to have them yearning for him in just a fraction of the way he yearns for them.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
SILENT. Wouldn't say shit if he had a mouthful. Why bother? Any noise he makes is just taking away from what your crying out and he refuses to distract himself from that pure choir. A hymn of his own making.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
If his lover asked, he'd let them peg him. He'd bottom for his lover. He'd give away any control if it meant keeping his lover. Want to wrap him up in satin red ribbons and keep his limbs starfished for your exploration?
He'd do it.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
PACKING BIG HEAT Like, it's almost too big to take. Ten to eleven inches with GIRTH, maybe twelve when hard. Veiny too and he's circumcised. Has the prettiest head, just a lovely red that you can't help but want to suck. And BIG BREEDER BALLS <333
Just drain them dry babes <33
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He could go at any time, he just hides it. You say the word and he's following like an obedient puppy.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Does not sleep. He's holding you and watching to ensure you take every breath he needs you to take. He's watching you all night just to make sure you live to see the next day <3
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the-carnival-of-time · 2 months
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takendruid · 13 days
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A horrific realisation
(A disclaimer, I don’t have a crush on 16-year-old Dirk, I am 19. Ult Dirk is a different story. Same story for Gojo)
Some honourable mentions
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psychoticleo1 · 23 days
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The Fierce Deity Mask! My sweet beloved!💖😫
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Am I weird about him/them/her/it? Yes. That shall never change.
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unexpectedstormy · 11 months
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I’ll give you a few in case some have been used, but all you have to do is one, just pick the one you want! :)
Warmth
Flower
Bereavement
I went with "flower." I must admit, I cheated a little bit, this scene was half written in a draft and I completed it. It's from a fic called Hell Hath No Fury. (546 words)
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When the last monster was destroyed at last, Fierce Malon returned to the porch where Time lay curled around his damaged ribs and arm. She stood before him pale and serious, her hair long and faintly pink, her armor stained with monster blood, both red and black. She dropped the broken pitchfork unceremoniously on the ground next to the helix sword she’d inexplicably discarded at the beginning of the battle.
“Give me back my wife,” Time growled. “You can’t have that body as your vessel!”
Then the being spoke with two voices, the deep powerful voice of the Deity and the sunny voice of Malon:
“I control the mask. It does not control me.”
“M—Malon?!”
“Do not fear. I shall return to you soon as the one you know, but my task is not yet completed.”
To his surprise, she picked him up and carried him in her arms to the protected side yard and laid him amongst the meadow flowers.
“I will bring the children to you,” she said. “Tend to them.”
One by one she collected the fallen young heroes from their scattered positions on the battlefield and laid them side by side in the grass. Time took a red potion then went to work examining each of his boys, resetting broken limbs, removing arrows and knives from their bodies, applying pressure and binding wounds.
From inside the house Fierce Malon collected every single bowl, cup, and pot and laid them around and between the heroes, filling them with sugar water and berries.
The fairies descended like an evening mist, glowing and chiming softly, flitting from boy to boy healing their injuries and then settling in the bowls. One by one, the boys woke up, bewildered at how they were still alive and the farm was still standing.
“Wh-what happened?” Legend asked propping himself up on his elbows.
“She did,” Time answered and motioned to Fierce Malon who stood near the property line in front of the house staring into the bonfire of burning monster parts and weapons. Time helped the young heroes into the house to rest, then cautiously approached her.
“Malon…?”
“My task is complete,” she said without averting her eyes from the fire. “You may take the mask.”
“As you wish,” Time said. He stood between her and the fire, reached up and gently removed the mask from her face. As soon as it fell away, her body reverted to its original form and Malon stumbled back. Time dropped the mask and quickly grabbed her arms before she could collapse.
“Are you alright?” He asked urgently scanning her form for any sign of injury, but there was none.
“I’m fine, just tired,” she smiled. “Are you and the boys okay?”
“Yes, yes we’re all fine, thanks to you.”
“That was… that sure was something,” Malon giggled.
“How…?” Time asked, amazed that she had bent the mask to her own will. From where did her power come?
“I think I need to sit down,” Malon said starting to lean over.
“We’ll worry about it later,” Time said more to himself than to her. “Let’s get you inside.” He picked her up just as she had picked him up not long ago and carried her inside.
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mishwanders · 9 months
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I’m sorry y’all - I can’t stop drawing them. It just makes me really happy 😭💕
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Round 2 has concluded!
Most of the results are as expected but uh. I don't even know what's going on on the upper left side of the bracket anymore. Jack lost? Caliburn lost? Stygius lost? ??????? What is this these were like my top submitted swords what is happening right now
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bokettochild · 1 year
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@apparitianhanako here is part 2 of your Christmas present, as requested! I hope the Ravio scarf still smells like cinnamon and if you still are keeping it on your bed, I am delighted and I promise I'm not judging.
Part 3 of your gift will follow once I figure out how to draw them and make Hyrule's ass less of a feature and his face more of one LOL
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legendryhero · 2 years
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fierce deity is hot n ill say that w my whole chest
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rottencandyapp1es · 4 months
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Let's play good guys vs. bad guys! 🎭⚔🎭
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neverchecking · 7 months
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Day 1: Macro- With Fierce Deity
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Kicking it off hot~ This one was so fun to write and I'm rather happy with how it turned out!
Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!
Smut CW: Size difference, Fierce being a BIG BOY, there is penetration, but I tried to keep it pretty gender neutral! Let me know if I missed anything or accidently gendered it and I'll fix it!
This is Day one of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.
Kinktober Masterlist <<< >>> Day 2
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“There you go.” His voice rumbled in his chest, low and deep, rolling in dark purrs along your back. 
If there was one thing everyone knew about the deity behind you, it was that he, simply put, was big. An absolute unit of a being. Bringer of wars and harbinger of conflict. More blood than you could fathom had stained his fingers, drowning his soul until it had flickered from the once hopeful light to a fiery inferno of rage and hatred. He had sat upon a throne of bones and skulls, torn from the very enemies he laid to rest. 
Until he had met you.
You were a direct contrast to him. Soft and naive. A being so untainted by the remains of life and the cruel corners of it, you had no choice but to shine. To push back any shadows daring to marr your own soul. To remain as untouchable as you were untouched. To remain cleansed and pure. As if plucked right from the monastery's doorstep. An unwept tear shimmering in the moonlight. 
His precious jewel designed just for him. 
You had awed over every little thing he was capable of. Every tale of gore and horror spun about his capabilities had others regarding him much in the same way he did himself. Like a monster capable of snapping at any given point. But you? You never held any animosity or ill will towards him. No, you remained as open and caring as you always had. Asking in the sweetly unimpeachable tone for him to lean down, only for you to bestow upon him a crown of chain linked daisies and other flowers. Pleading with him to reach a fruit too high for your delicate hands to even brush and thanking him with a press of your lips to his cheeks. Even when crossing bogs and swamps, while you had been hesitant at first, you now happily climbed onto his shoulder, perched there like a little bird while he effortlessly carried you across. 
If you allowed him the privilege he’d be your chariot for as long as you desired. To feel the heat of your skin, with blood coursing through your veins, was something so startlingly beautiful to him. It was a complete contrast to the flash of heat he’d get when slashing through an enemy and their own blood would slick against his cheeks and jaw. Every part of you that made you alive was something he held near and dear. Counting your breaths while you slept and nearly panicking when you missed one or it was delayed by a mere half a second, hearing the pounding of your heart while you went on about what type of butterfly you saw that day or how many deer crossed the paths behind you. Even just the patter of your footsteps beside his, three of yours for every one of his, was such a reliable beat to him. 
Even the pulsing of your walls as you clung to him, whimpering out in either pain or overwhelmed lust as you continued letting your hips fall. He had expressed his worry for you, that he would be too big for someone of your stature, but you had brushed him off, calling him ‘Silly’ for even implying such a thing. He didn’t see the connection, as it wasn’t an attempt at being humorous, but allowed you to think that way. 
You had explained that it was all about muscle work. About relaxing them and stretching them, making them used to the intrusion before it happened. It just so happened that he had the fingers necessary to do it. You had taken three, which had pumped in and out of your twitchy little hole with great difficulty at first, before they were soon sliding in and out easily. Then you had become impatient, pushing his hand out and instead moving to straddle him. His cock bounced against your ass as you gently cupped his cheek. With your free hand you moved the head of his cock to prod against you, locking his lips with your own as you moved to sit down. It was a struggle with the same muscles that were so accommodating before now clenching, refusing him entry as you tried so desperately to force them to relax. When that didn’t work, he let the first praises slip past his tongue, which was so suddenly weak willed when pitted against your fiery determination.  
To his surprise it had worked. Inch by inch disappeared into you before you were sitting on his lap, panting in heavy breaths as you leaned into him. He rubbed your back with a heavy hand. 
“Guess you were right. It did fit.” 
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skyward-floored · 1 year
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I saw that you had made a post about Time playing the song of healing for an injured Link and now I can’t find the post 😭 I was like only socially vibrating with a desire to write something and then I saw somebody else say they were writing and don’t want to steal anybody’s thunder so I’ll hold myself in check.
Just know that Time is definitely pulling out his ocarina while holding vigil at Twi’s bedside.
Maybe he can play the song if healing for you too so you’ll stop being sick!
I mean... two cakes? If you wanted to write something with it I’d love seeing it (or if anyone wants to I’d love it) but I get it if you don’t want to steal anyone’s thunder. Either way I’m glad so many people felt inspired by it, I do enjoy throwing my ideas out and seeing what people’s takes on them are :)
And absolutely he is. As soon as everyone leaves he’s going to pull it out and start playing, you know it.
I would so much love to have someone sitting next to me playing the ocarina, especially if it would heal me... just so long as he doesn’t make me into a mask or anything!
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cathianemelian · 5 months
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I'm not used to do watercolor but I'm really happy with this one ! (my beloved Fierce Deity as always)
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yandereunsolved · 1 month
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— ☾ Yandere Fierce Deity ☾ —
"For what reason has a mortal such as yourself entered my sacred temple? A temple where massacres have occurred, empires have fallen, and the greatest evils have trembled."
"I found something of yours."
Just as planned.
"And what might that be, little one?"
"The mask that conceals you. I found it at the bottom of a ravine, near a statue of the goddess Hylia. It was cracked and chipped. So I painted it for you. I fixed it the best I could."
"Do you not know the power this holds?"
"I am not worthy to wield it. I am a simple hunter. I don't wish to wage war on any one nation."
"I am proud of you, my dear."
You are the one. Just as I thought. Not even the bravest of warriors would dare tread on my territory. Yet with your skittish steps and timid voice, you present to me one of the most powerful objects a mortal can hold. You didn't hide it away while thinking of how you could use my power of war, no. You fixed it and brought it back to me. You passed the test. You truly are mine.
"Fierce—"
"..."
"Fierce! You killed them. You slaughtered my entire village. All of family and friends are gone!"
"It had to be done. Since the day I laid eyes on you, I knew that you had to be mine. Throughout all of eternity, no one has made me feel things in such a way as you have. So, I devised a test. What would you do with my mask? You brought it back to me. That was your oath to me. Our engagement. Our marriage and thus forth consummation is something I have planned since."
"You cannot be serious. I-I was just trying to be kind! Very few worship you due to your violent nature."
"I am not one to joke. You should know that. You have been bound to me since you touched that mask. You can never escape me or my presence."
"I didn't want all of this! I-I just wanted to understand you."
"And you do. For I would pluck the heart out of the divinity within my chest and present it to you. Can't you see the beauty in this carnage? It's my wedding gift to us. Can't you just tell me you love me, my beloved?"
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desires-of-chain · 1 year
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I need content. I need much content. I need—
*whips off sunglasses*
Time and the Fierce Deity railing their partner from either side, holding a silent (or not so silent 🤫) competition to see who can fill up one of their holes first, round after round, their cries of pleasure all but lost to their needy grunts and growls as they each work to fill their beloved up.
there may or may not be a bulge beginning to form, but hey I ain’t gonna stop them
I have a very bad case of brain rot, and Time and Fierce are my current obsession plz forgive me 😪 Or not idk
—🍀
Two fav boys comin' right up 🤤also don't judge, it's been a while since I wrote downright, leg-shaking smut.
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A sharp intake of breath, lowly whispering, 'fuck.'
A thumb rubbing your cheek from one of them, you weren't sure. Mind hazy and sight blurry from the tears of overstimulation. A soft purring noise rumbled above you; something slippery and hot tapped against your cheek. A whimper escapes your lips, tongue peeking out, licking skin in a messy motion with no rhythm to mind; a hand runs through your hair, caressing your head before gathering the strands in a gentle grip.
"That's a good little lamb, be nice and swallow."
Fingers deftly scoop a fluid off your cheek, barging into your mouth with two. The same slightly salty taste overruns your tastebuds, and you feel yourself slipping again. Melting into the sweat-riddled sheets underneath your body, the drunk feeling of want was rising, heat burning your mind as you swallowed the fluid. Mouth enclosing around the fingers, sucking and licking them clean before parting with a puff of air.
The sounds of squelching reach your ears, a pleased sigh from Time and another groan leave you, and the feeling of being filled once more draws a mewl from you. Body shakes with nerves, and the head of his cock grazes that spot so sweetly; his hips roll leisurely, back and forth, plugging the mixture of his and the deity's cum within your abused hole.
"N-no more, please," you whined, wiggling weakly in the grasp that had taken place on your hips. Hands encircled your belly, rubbing the bulge gently.
"No?" Time teased, "I could've sworn you said more earlier, did you not?"
"I believe, little lamb, you don't get a say no matter what," Fierce rumbled, the grip on your hair became firm, "cause we're not done with you yet."
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