#snv fanfic

[44ryder]

Ror characters I think would be great at ✨giving✨

Buddha

Hands down. With his love for food, ya know he would definitely wanna taste you all the time for like an hour at least and make you cum multiple times and then clean up the mess himself *wink wink* and the fun doesn’t stop there, you two always have sex right afterwards because your orgasms always turn on Buddha so much, and he knows he’s good, he would constantly tease you about how much you like him going down on you, even in public

Buddha: *takes a sip of tea but it’s still too hot to drink* “Ah crap! I burned my tongue!”

(Y/n) “Are you alright, honey?”

Buddha: “are you worried for me or are ya worried I won’t be able to lick ya all up tonight~”

Hercules

I can’t even! Hercules is such a people pleaser, he definitely makes it his mission to make sure his lover is 100% satisfied, especially to relax you after a stressful day. Although, I feel like he’d be slow to hints, so sometimes you just gotta straight up ask him to go down on you but he’ll be on his knees in an instant right after because he could never say no to the love of his life and he honestly loves it because he loves to hear your moans and feel your shaky thighs around his face gets him so hard all the time, it’s takes you a little longer to reach your orgasm because Hercules will take his time with you like kissing your inner things and fingering you slowly, so normally you finish once but it’s a big one that has your entire body drained afterwards. you don’t have to have sex afterwards, if you want to of course Hercules will gladly oblige but if you’re tired after your climax, Hercules will gladly cuddle you until you fall asleep in his strong arms or he’ll draw you a soothing bath with your favorite candles and chocolates and rub your neck and shoulders in a well needed massage. The entire time your receiving Hercules will be giving you praises and telling you how much he looks you the entire time because he knows that’s what you like.

(Y/n): *finishes*

Hercules: “mm that’s my girl, I love you so much. Can I draw you a nice bath…or does my empress want me to please her again~”

Apollo

The man’s obviously a lady killer so his tongue and other things are golden. But it’s extremely rare that he’ll go down on you because Apollo wants the spotlight on him but when he does he’ll have you finished in minutes and you’ll always beg for more and he’ll deny you your plea saying “a true performer does not cave to the plea for an encore, you should have made the feeling last longer, dove.”

But he’ll always be ready to fill you with something else right after

Loki

I’m not the biggest fan of Loki but we’ve all seen his crazy long tongue so he def would hit some deep spots of yours just right and have you finishing in minutes. But he wouldn’t do it for a long time in your relationship because he was too uptight, thinking it was weird at first until you finally convinced him to try. He was instantly addicted but he would never tell you and he would wait until you beg him to go down on you again before he made the first move. And he would totally do it in public places so most times you wouldn’t have sex afterwards, and he would constantly whine that his jaw hurts hours later.

(Y/n) “Loki! This is the common area, someone could walk in!”

Loki: “then you better hurry up and cum, my pet~”

Hours later at dinner

“Ugh! I can’t eat another bite, my jaw hurts so so much and it’s all (y/n)’s fault! I guess I have to starve.”

You, beet red in embarrassment while Thor uncomfortably tries not to throw up his dinner and Odin glares at Loki as his crows caw in shock

Shiva

The man has three wives so we know he has learned a thing or two to keep everyone satisfied. I feel like he would rock your world with an orgasm that would last for days and that’s a good thing because you have to share him with his other wives so yes he’s skillful but very rarely has you all to himself. And shiva is giving greedy vibes in bed so he has to be satisfied first if you want him to treat you well. And shiva is a very laid back person so it lasts a long time and definitely leads into sex with him and maybe the other wives. Shivas more into naughty words than loving words during the act so he’d constantly tell you things like,

Shiva: “look at you… so dirty, like the slut you are, I’m only using my mouth and your putty in my hands, such a bad girl you are.”

Brunhilde

Last but not least. We all know our girl is a total freak in bed so she would run laps around these boys when giving oral for sure. But we all know brunhilde has a dark side so she’ll definitely be going down on her partner but pull away before they finish and demand they earn the right to orgasm. Hilde could finish you in seconds but chooses to have you wiggling for as long as she pleases. And she also has no problem using her skills to win an argument.

“Be a good girl/boy and have this place spotless when I get back or you’ll be empty and alone tonight.”

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[300iqprower]

I’ve mentioned before I have a Record of Ragnarok fanfic, and i already bit the bullet and put out that preface for the Grail War fic, so....here’s the list! Subject to change, as will become evident with how many freaking fights I’ve come up with, more specifically the contestants in no particular order.

Overseers: 

Brynhildr 

Prometheus

Odin

Bellona

Hestia

Mímir

Humanity:

Uesugi Kenshin

Kriemhild

Zhong Kui

Medusa

Rasputin

Hammurabi

Vlad Țepeș

Tantalus

Mordred Pendragon

William Shakespeare

Julius Caesar

Jing Wei

The Minotaur

Caligula

Saitō Musashibō Benkei

Cao Cao

Baron Samedi

Captain “Nemo” Dakkar

Winston Churchill

Darius III

Fionn mac Cumhaill

Audie Murphy

Benjamin Franklin

Cú Chulainn

Alexander the Great

Paul Bunyan

Irene Sarantapechaina of Athens

Cain

Ibn al-Haytham

Thomas Edison

James Moriarty

Heaven:

Bishamonten

Ares

Freyja

Ah Muzen cab

Hêlēl

Horus

Set

Athena

Artio

Susanoo-no-Mikoto

Indra

Ah Puch

Achilles

Bastet

Nyarlathotep

Xiuhtecuhtli

Pele

The Morrígan

Níðhöggr

Nezha

Anansi

Ishtar

Loki

Hi-no-Kagutsuchi

Yemoja

Bakasura

Daji

Baldr

Arawn

Amun-Ra

Cikap-kamuy

And because even my cut ideas are usually all conceptualized, here’s a list of those I’ve sadly had to trim from the story:

Ivan IV Vasilyevich

Nergal

Fafnir

Genghis Khan

Blackbeard

Aži Dahāka

Wu Zeitan

Galileo

Olorun

Ao Guang

Shaka Zulu

Scáthach

Lyudmila Pavlichenko

Ramesses II

Cernunnos

Czernobog 

Tsukuyomi

Take-Minakata

Typhon

Ba’al

Chronos

Oda Nobunaga

Van Helsing

Charles Babbage

Archimedes

Jeanne d’Arc

Aeneas

Nebuchadnezzar II

(Feel free to shoot any asks about any of them!)

#that includes who they fight. Didnt include it here for the sake of pretending its a mystery but like. I will absolutely tell you who if ask #still trying to see if I can fit in Pandora vs Mara as well #but that'd require reorganizing AND almsot certainly mean cutting Tantalus vs Bakasura which is one of my more original ideas by far... #important posts #my characters #master post #record of ragnarok au #snv fanfic #record of ragnarok #writing shit #what do you mean too many - 30 matches is a completely reasonable number ha ha #long post

[roguerambles]

Make Love, Not War

Record of Ragnarök - Leonidas x Reader x Apollo

Warnings - 18+ Only. Adult Situations.

This is just pure silliness based on an anon from @rukia-writes

(...but seriously, I'll be disappointed if we lose them both now--)

Enjoy the rambles!

-

"You invited him?!"

Leonidas was strong. Very strong. You very much liked how very strong he was, especially when he directed that strength into extremely pleasurable pursuits.

But right now you were throwing your entire body against his delightfully broad chest in a futile attempt to stop him from launching himself at Apollo.

Apollo sipped from his chalice, peering thoughtfully at you as Leonidas snarled wordless insults under his breath. "I wasn't aware you were inviting the brute, either."

"Will you both listen to me?" Your feet slipped against the floor as Leonidas pushed with the strength of a colossus, and you grasped at his shoulders in a bid to get his attention. "I want to--"

You were cut off by Leonidas's arm sweeping under you, yanking you roughly into the air. You yelped and grabbed at his shoulders as he practically tossed you onto the nearby bed, before continuing his warpath towards the Sun God. "You shouldn't have come here, Apollo."

The Spartan spat his name like a curse, and Apollo tossed his chalice aside carelessly, rising to his feet with a sharp sneer on his flawless face. "And why not? What will you do about--"

They were both angry and terrifying and hot and you were impatient. "By the Fates!" You yelled, pushing yourself onto your knees. "Will you both knock it off and fuck me already?!"

Both men's heads snapped in your direction simultaneously.

"What--?"

"Have you lost your damn mind--?"

You were determined, however. You stood up on the bed - the soft, wide, unjustifiably unused bed you intended to do many, many things on with the two glorious specimens of manhood in front of you - and grabbed at the helm of your tunic. "Take off your clothes." You ordered, yanking the fabric over your head.

Apollo and Leonidas stared at you, expressions blank. You wriggled out of your bottoms, smiling smugly to yourself as you caught their gazes wandering, a telling darkening in their eyes. You dropped down onto the bed, glaring up at them challengingly as quiet hung over the room.

Leonidas broke the silence first. "I'm not sharing you with him--"

"Your clothes are still on." You interrupted. Leonidas scoffed, shaking his head, his eyes flickering towards Apollo. The Sun God looked between you and Leonidas, and you were pleased to notice the way his eyes trailed over your form, before running over Leonidas with an unmistakable spark of appreciation.

Leonidas clearly noticed too, and bristled somewhat. "You aren't serious--"

Apollo shrugged, then began to slip from his clothes. He had a more slender build than Leonidas, but his body was sculpted to perfection, like one of those ancient statues made flesh. "I know two gods at once might be...intimidating for a mortal..."

Leonidas growled, and for a moment you feared he would swing at his rival. Instead he grabbed the helm of his shirt and tugged it roughly over his head, tossing it aside. The exquisite musculature of his body on display as he tugged at his belt, the powerful muscle of his arms and abdomen flexing and contracting with every movement. Both you and Apollo were staring. "Just try to keep up."

Both men turned to you then, their expressions reminiscent of hungry lions eyeing a particularly delectable gazelle.

You were pleased with their progress.

-

"Apollo? Apollo, open up!"

Ares banged his large fist against the door, while Hermes watched from behind him, frowning thoughtfully.

"I cannot believe it!" Ares growled under his breath, pausing in his actions to turn to Hermes with an indignant look. "He's going to miss the fight!"

Apollo was always a bit...flighty, but Hermes highly doubted he would simply skip out on something to deeply important. The pride of the entire Greek Pantheon was on the line, after all. "Perhaps he--"

The door swung open, and a very grumpy, very naked King Leonidas of Sparta stood in the doorway, his expression thunderous. "What?" He demanded, as though he were not addressing two sons of Zeus himself.

...Hermes could not think of what to say, while Ares spluttered in shocked confusion. Clearing his throat, Hermes tried to regain his bearings. Had they somehow come to the wrong room? But why was Leonidas not ready either--?

A familiar pair of arms slid around Leonidas's waist, along with a familiar head of golden hair coming to rest on his shoulder. "What are you doing?" Apollo mumbled, leaning in to press his lips against Leonidas's neck. "Come back to bed...they're quite eager for more...oh, hello Hermes. Ares."

....whatever Hermes had been expecting, it wasn't this. "Apollo...?" He began slowly, watching Leonidas's frown deepen, but he made no attempt to move himself from Apollo's embrace. "We...the Round will begin soon--"

"Oh, that's off." Apollo said cheerfully, reaching around Leonidas to grasp the doorframe. "Find someone to take our places. The three of us would rather not be disturbed."

"Three of you--Apollo--!"

"Thank you!"

The door swung shut once more. Hermes stared at it blankly, while Ares appeared to have been genuinely struck dumb, gawking at the empty space in front of him.

Hermes had no idea how he was going to explain this to Zeus.

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[buterccup]

Ocean child tears

A/N: The fight may not be in the right order- but I hope you all still enjoy it!

summary: Being the adopted child of the one and only Poseidon made a lot of people think you were just as cold-hearted as the Ocean tyrant. But during the third round of Ragnarok, and you witness something that you wished so many times to be a sick joke, the humans and gods finally saw who you were.

Warnings: Angst, death, blood, gore, swearing, slight comfort at the end?, Gn! reader.

Character(s): Poseidon x Young demigod! Reader(Platonic)

It was almost time for the third round, of what you thought were pointless battles. Even though the humans were reckless, greedy, wrathful, and pitiful you never saw a need to kill them all. You were human too. Well, Half.

And that was one of the reasons why you wondered why the almighty Poseidon took you under his wing. He despised humans so why would he accept you. But you digress, you were very grateful to him.

At first, of course, Poseidon had the reoccurring thought of killing you but since you were half god as well he thought otherwise. But the longer you followed him like a lost puppy the more he seemed to tolerate your presence than hate it then enjoyed it more than he used to tolerate it. He seemed to give you everything your non-existent parents couldn't. But one thing that you wished didn't come along with you once he adopted you was the simultaneous agreement from everyone else around you that you were just like him. Which was annoying, to say the least.

And you hated that fact that he was going to be fighting in the next match.

"Hey, [Name]~...[Name]. [Name]!"

"Has it started already?!"

"What? no- not yet anyways. But you have to stop daydreaming in these hallways." Loki's voice would tease you, a hint of annoyance in his voice after seeing you in the same spot he'd seen you the past 3 times beforehand. And although you were a halfling, as Loki likes to call it, you both surprisingly got along well. Sometimes.

You did nothing but let out a chuckle and look at Loki with a tired look, a churning feeling in your stomach starting to grow, and before you could say anything of your own the Norse god began to walk down the hallway with a smug smile on his face.

"Come on now, we don't want to be late for your Father's grand entrance!"

"Yeah, I'm coming."

You were a couple steps behind the god mischief as you entered the concrete box where the more important gods and goddesses sat, and if you were going to be honest with yourself you didn't know if you should be allowed to be sitting next to any of them.

"[Name], darling! You took quite a while to come back, are you alright?" Aphrodite's soft voice would call out to you as you took your seat next to Ares, the unshakeable feeling in your stomach getting worse once she asked.

"I'm fine, just fine..." you managed to mutter out, slouching back into your chair as you placed a hand on your stomach, Heimdall's booming voice grabbing man and maker's attention.

"...WELCOME TO ROUND THREE OF RAGNAROK!" Heimdall continued to speak like he was preaching as you started to smile a little, everything about him making him a great hype man in fights like these.

Hermes, being one if not the only person to see you smile, causing the smug servant to chuckle behind his hand.

"-SO LET'S BRING OUT OUR NEXT CHALLENGER!" this announcement makes you sit up properly in your seat this time, eager to see your father in the arena in the middle.

"HERE COMES GOD WARRIOR THREE! IT'S TIME TO GET WET!!" the last sentence Heimdall made causing you to look over at Loki to see if he made any reaction until the crashing of waves and the blinding light of a spotlight overtook your senses.

The water splits in two as you finally got to see your father making his way to the island arena, your eyes sparkling and your lips pulling up in a proud smile. You were very lucky that you had him as your father and you believed that no human, whoever it may be, would bring him to his knees.

Then the representative for the humans entered the stage from a wooden boat. And you must say he looked strong. Well as strong as an old man could look. And just like your father, Heimdall gave him too an amazing intro. So greatly spoken in fact that sometimes you wondered what side he was on.

Once the match officially started and your father's trident finally pierced through the Asian man's skin every god started to cheer for him. And who were you to not join in too? Causing the Gods in the spectator box to turn to your cheering figure. The only unfazed deities being Hermes and Loki. But once Poseidon turned around to give every single God that cheered for his victory a deadly glare for silence it went dead quiet, the only voice that could be heard though was yours.

The newer and uninformed gods and goddesses muttering words of shock.

"Who do they think they are?.."

"They're going to die!"

"They've done it now..."

"They must be important to be there but..."

"I've never seen a god like them before."

"It's because they're not..."

"Huh?"

But to say the least, everyone was shocked to see someone such as yourself ignore the almighty tyrant of the seas. But to their surprise, his gaze was much softer when he looked up at you before focusing on the battle. Leaving you unharmed with no threats thrown your way.

"Lord Poseidon!"

You were clearly showing off the perks of being his child.

"Father Poseidon! Papa!"

"What is it, child?" Poseidon called out to you with a sigh as you ran up to him with a face of pure joy, something clearly in your hands, the closer you got the clearer how wet they were. Bringing them up to him with such pride as you wave them in his face, small droplets of water landing on his face.

"A gift papa Poseidon!" you proudly state as your hands shake but soon stopped as you squeezed your hands tighter. "Lord...But a gift? Show me, child." he reminded you quietly but that didn't stop him from wanting to know what you have gotten him.

And with no hesitation, you showed the god his gift. A... baby Pacu fish? At first, the tyrant was confused and somewhat worried but once he looked longer at the false piranha look alike he knew he didn't need to be too worried.

He just picked up the poor creature and put it back in a water pool next to him.

"Do you like it? It's so cute!" he would then hear you ask, your bright smile never leaving your small chubby face as you stared into the body of water, watching the baby fish swim around. "Yes. It's nice. But you can't just pick up random fishes." he then says, not wanting you to pick up something that could harm you, as he grips his trident and bonked you on the head with the flat side of it gently. The coldness of the metal comforts you.

"ehe! Okay, papa oh- Lord Poseidon!"

"Good...Well done, child."

It was mid-way through the third round, and the prideful smile you had before had been replaced with a worried frown the human had been dodging every single attack, almost like Adam, but less flawlessly. Seemingly memorized every single movement and attack of your father in his head.

The uncomfortable feeling from before crawling back into your stomach haunts you, not even seeing your father striking back a the man making it go away. Your thoughts racing. And you felt your heart drop once you saw that the man, Kojiro Sasaki, finally drew blood. Shocking almost every god watching.

"Oh my..." you heard Aphrodite say from behind her hand as she looked down at the battle while your brows furrowed, a serious look in your eyes. "It's going to be fine." you would just repeat to yourself as you gripped the arms of your chair, a cold sweat forming on your forehead.

"It's going to be fine." your father says and he fixes your robes and started to walk in front of you. His face held a deadpanned expression but his words help sincere encouragement and comfort. It was your first time going with him to see how he did his job.

Most of the time for you, you stayed in his home and watched things from the window in your room, so you were very nervous but excited to come along with him.

"But...father...Lord Poseidon.." you then called out to the large man as you tried to keep up with him, hearing you call out for him causing him to stop and turn around to your younger figure. Clear worry in your eyes than excitement, "I'm a half-human father...what if-"

"Silence child, if you think that you are idiotic and I shouldn't have taken you in. But I'm sure you don't." Poseidon's voice boomed, strong and harsh like the vast waves of the sea, your head dropping down. "You are half-god too, child. Never forget that." he then continued, no matter how harsh his voice may sound it was overflowing with warmth and care. Even if it was hard to tell.

All you did was look up at him with a smile and nod your head, feeling the nervousness and insecurity fade away as Poseidon lifted his trident and placed the flat side gently on your head. Everything in his stance while he did that radiated pride. Pride for you.

"Now hurry, I have a lot to do."

"Yes, Lord Poseidon."

You could feel your heart in your throat as you watched the human try striking your father again but it almost felt like everything went quiet once the man's weapon got snapped into two like a twig and Heimdall's voice boomed out once again.

The worried murmurs and quiet sobs came from the humans. You felt pity for them, of course, they were going to be erased but you couldn't help but feel happy that your father was going to live. Until Kojiro picked up his blade and the fragments started to glow a beautiful green.

"Is he..."

"Oh?"

"Amazing..."

Everything felt like a blur until you saw a familiar crimson color come from your father's skin. An uncontrollable fear crawls up your spine. You knew if your father saw how you were acting right now he would be disappointed.

You tried so hard to keep calm, knowing that in the end Poseidon will win this fight but then another strike from the human's divine weapon tasted blood again, soon making Poseidon almost drenched in blood after a while.

You couldn't help but whimper out of fear, anger, and resentment towards the people that took the only person that truly looked out for you. Your whimpers soon turn to loud gasps with every injury then finally a scream. Poseidon's arm was cut clean off of his arm.

"Lord...LORD POSEIDON!" you screamed out once again the Gods seated next to you had an expression full of shock. They had never, in all their time seen you shout with such emotion. But you paid no mind to it as your face contorted into a one of pure fear as you watched your father's arm get chopped clean off and body get sliced.

That's when it happened. The human, Sasaki Kojiro, managed to make the mighty Poseidon fall. This must have been a bad dream. That sentence kept going on repeat in your head as you placed your hands on your head and gripped tightly onto your hair. Frightened whimpers soon morphed into sobs and cries but your eyes remained dry.

This must've been how it felt for Adam's family, for the whole of humanity. It felt like your heart had just been ripped from your chest after you'd been beaten and choked. But worse. Meanwhile, the gods just stared in shock, the whole god's side of the arena was silent apart from your sobs.

"Pose...FATHER POSEIDON!" you suddenly screamed as tears finally started to run down your face once Poseidon fell to the ground. All you could do was reach out to him. Hoping, praying that he would somehow get up.

"GET UP! PLEASE!"

The deities just looked at you with pity as your tears started to fall down into the water below, your cries being covered by the cheers of the humans.

You honestly couldn't handle the scene anymore. You couldn't bear to see your father turn into shards of nothingness, never to be seen again. Because unlike him, you were weak. Emotionally anyway.

So before anything else could happen you picked up your pitiful figure from leaning on the stone railing and walked away from the area.

"[Name] wait where are you..."

"Leave them be Loki."

They couldn't really blame you for walking out like that. Although you were wondering how your father would have reacted, seeing you like that. You knew you shouldn't be thinking this way or letting yourself drown in your tears you knew-

"[Name]."

"Hercules?" you then mumbled, as you wiped a tear away as the coldness you felt before was overcome with a never-ending warmness. Your eyes meet Hercules's sympathetic ones as he let your sorrows wash away.

You always wanted to learn how to whistle the tune of  Medusa Alope Demeter.

Requests: Open

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[dukkicons]

. . . 💬 ﹫dukkie's new message!

QIN SHI HUANG, HADES & BEELZEBUB ICONS.

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[moonlighter-at-midnight]

ror | shiva x reader | the hot spring screwup

hi there! this is my first writing piece in yeeeears so sorry if it’s booty. i originally was working on a buddha chapter piece but got this idea and decided to post this first since it’s just a little one off thing. the idea of the reader’s character is basically the same as the one that i will be writing about in the buddha piece. so if you like this, be on the lookout for that release! also, i have only watched the anime so what I know is solely based on that (with some additional research courtesy of professor google) so if there are any inaccuracies, i apologize! anyway, please enjoy! ♡

warnings: nudity, no sexy time but heavily alludes to it, basically straight up mentions wanting to bang shiva

spice level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️/5

You sigh dreamily as you step into the steaming water, sinking down until you were submerged from the neck down. Your tense muscles unraveled and the dull ache of your wounds waned, sending you into a state of pure euphoria. In life, you had fought in a myriad of brawls, but none quite like this. It was a battle of souls, a bout that would affect humanity’s fate, and against a god no less. However, you had managed to overpower your opponent in the very end, saving your soul from decimation and adding another triumph under humanity’s belt — and all at the cost of a badly broken arm, cracked ribs, and bruised lungs. Despite the advanced technology and medicine of the god realm, it did little to quell your pain. Thankfully, one of the nurses told you about the incredible hot spring, and you were all too pleased to learn that the bandages were infused with some type of magic that allowed it to get wet. Valhalla was sure an interesting place.

The idyllic silence is abruptly broken when you hear several pairs of feet shuffle into the area. You grumble quietly at having to share the divine space. You were not in the mood to interact with people especially if they were gods. That was the very last thing you wanted. But, the hot spring seemed spacious enough and paired with the heavy shroud of steam, you’d probably have very minimal to no contact with whoever else had entered. As long as you stayed in your little nook at the far side of the spring, they wouldn’t bother you right?

“This was a good idea. I’m getting riled up and tense waiting for my turn to fight. If only old man Zeus hadn’t browbeat me into letting him take my turn. This will definitely help loosen me up.”

You freeze, your once relaxed muscles stiffening at the sound of the booming voice.

What?? Is that a man’s voice? It couldn’t be.. No, it has to be a mistake…this is the women’s hot spring…maybe it’s just a woman with a deep voice. Yeah, that’s it..a woman with a deep voice, you think to yourself trying to assuage your panicking mind. Your breathing grows shallow as you nervously listen for affirmation that these were indeed women. Females. Girls. Fellow vagina owners. And not men.

“Always itching for a fight huh Shiva? Glad to know you haven’t changed,” another voice says as multiple laughs erupt into the air.

Your stomach drops, and you feel like it’s falling out of your butt as your fears are dismally confirmed. Not only were they men, but at least one of them, if not all, were gods.

Fuck me.

You try to ever so silently press yourself against a rock in the farthest corner possible, dipping yourself lower into the water so that you were only visible from the nose up. If it weren’t for the thick steam emanating from the spring, you surely would have already been noticed.

The water sloshes and ripples as the men make their way into the spring, causing your anxiety to further skyrocket as your chances of a clean escape begin to dwindle. You had to get the hell out of here. You try to devise a plan to flee undetected or at least without your identity being discovered. If you ever meet the legendary Mulan, you’d have to ask her how the hell she did it. But, here were the cold, hard facts: You were butt ass naked. At least five to six men were here, probably all gods, one of them being the all powerful Shiva. The exit and your towel were on the completely opposite side of where you were. You had a broken arm, broken ribs, broken everything really; you were in no condition to fight.

Plan A: Jump out of the spring from where you were and run like hell. High risk of slipping, falling, breaking your neck, and then having your dead, naked body discovered by a bunch of male gods. Next.

Plan B: Walk across the spring and hope that you don’t get noticed. High risk of getting caught and bumping into someone who will kill you and then having your dead, naked body discovered by a bunch of male gods. Next.

Plan C: Swim underwater. The water seemed clear enough. However, your lungs were bruised, and although not fatal or very serious, that put your breath holding capacity to maybe like five seconds. Ten if you were feeling daring. Not to mention you had only one good arm. You were sure this plan would probably also lead to your dead, naked body being discovered by male gods. Next.

Plan D: Quietly stay behind this rock and hope they leave without ever detecting your presence. Hmmm. Alright, (y/n), okay. I might be on to something here. They haven’t discovered me yet, and they’re probably on the other side and are totally not going to come over here. No risk of being discovered dead and naked. None whatsoever.

You nod to yourself, stupidly confident in your plan and so totally absorbed in your own thoughts that you failed to notice the white haired, smoking man that had peered at you from over the other side of the rock.

“Who are you? Why you hiding behind this rock?” the man asks nonchalantly.

You jerkily pause your head mid-nod and slowly look up at him. At this point, you were still only visible from the nose up. And just like that, your plan had gone up in flames.

“Well? Are you going to say something or are you just going to hide in the water?” he speaks again.

“Indra, who are you talking to over there?” yells one of the men.

“I found some guy hiding over here. Varuna, clear the steam will ya?”

Suddenly, the dense haze of steam dissipates. You peek out from behind the rock and are confronted by five other pairs of intense eyes. The white haired man, who you gathered as Indra, gets down from the rock and joins the rest of the group. Among the men was a blue man with an elaborate headdress, a long, white haired man with some sort of weird mask over his face, a large, tan man with purple beads around his neck, a black, spiky haired man with four arms adorned with several tattoos, and last but not least, the one with the most intense aura of them all — a purple, four armed man, with a third eye in between his eyebrows. You gulp.

This isn’t good.

“Yo, who are you and why are you hiding?” says the purple guy aggressively.

He locks eyes with you as he approaches. You instinctively scoot back. As you watch him scrupulously, something in his demeanor and appearance tells you that this guy is Shiva. And if it you weren’t so unnerved and being backed into a corner by him, you’d say he was actually quite hot. Too bad he was probably going to snap you like a twig.

“I’ll ask you one more time before I force the answer out of you,” he asserts, cracking his knuckles to emphasize his point.

You feel your body slump in defeat. There was no way out of if it. You were out of options and better to maybe try and explain yourself instead of foolishly staying silent. You take a deep breath through your nose before standing up fully. It was the first time you felt truly blessed for being vertically challenged as the water was about chest deep on you, covering your goods.

Everyone looks at you with some degree of surprise and shock as they realize that you’re a human woman. Shiva specifically gazes at you hard. Something about you seemed familiar, although he knew he’d never seen your face before. He would never forget a human who looked as exceptionally stunning as you. But then it clicked. The broken arm, the (y/c) eyes — you were one of the Einherjar. He had witnessed your fight earlier, but your all black shinobi outfit revealed nothing but your eyes, thoroughly concealing your appearance. You had been introduced with only the first initial of your given name revealed which further added to the obscurity. He, the other gods, the humans, and the legends passed down about you, all speculated you were a man, but clearly history was very wrong. Regardless, he was too enamored in the battle itself to have paid any attention to the individuals fighting in it. But now that you were in front him, fully exposed and vulnerable, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He also couldn’t help but observe the way beads of water sensually glided down your body and into the valley of your breasts, disappearing into unseeable territory — territory he wanted to explore and conquer. And the way you shyly looked up at him through your lashes only made him curious to know what that pretty face would look like when he did it.

Shiva smirks. ”A human huh? You were that one fighting earlier weren’t you? (first initial f/n) (l/n) right?”

You couldn’t help but feel incredibly flustered from being basically naked in front of bunch of a men whose eyes were all on you. Especially Shiva’s. You could feel him unabashedly scrutinizing every inch of you, his eyes darkening with desire. Your face burns red, and you look away.

Damn, he has me so hot and bothered. Why is he so good looking?

“Yeah, that’s me…you can call me (f/n). Uhm, look I don’t want to cause any trouble so if you could just let me pass, I’d really appreciate it…” you manage to utter.

“Go right on ahead,” Shiva says, still smirking. He steps aside making way for you to pass. The other men follow suit.

Why does this seem too easy?

“Thank you…also, could you guys turn around?”

The other gods glance at each other and shrug and start moving at your request. All except Shiva of course.

“I prefer to watch,” he says impishly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Your eyes widen, and you snap your head towards him. “But!” you start to object.

“You can walk out yourself or I can do it for you. Which one will it be, Miss (y/n)?” His smirk only grows wider. The other gods only shake their heads at his antics.

A shiver runs down your spine. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know what the latter meant (or maybe you did), but you had set your mind on getting out of there. Taking another deep breath, you start making your way out of the water. You put your good arm across your breasts as the water level curtails the closer you get to the edge of the spring. Shiva’s eyes remains fixated on you, not daring to miss a single moment.

Here goes.

Taking the final step out the water, the cold air swathes your naked body and you break out in goosebumps. You briskly rush to your towel in a desperate but futile attempt to cover your ass from Shiva who’s enjoying every second of it. You try to ignore his scorching stare on your backside as you finally grab your towel and wrap it around you, gripping it tightly with your good hand. You sigh heavily.

So much for not letting the gods see me naked. But at least I’m not dead and naked.

You’re about to head towards the exit when a hand grips your towel, jolting you forward into them. Your startled eyes come face to face with Shiva’s devilish ones. You somehow maintain the grasp on your towel, although it becomes dangerously close to being pulled off you. Your eyes unintentionally trail down, half relieved to see a towel around him, yet half disappointed. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Shiva who could only revel in the reactions he elicited from you.

What is wrong with me?

Normally, you’d never let someone toy with you like this, never mind this overwhelming sexual desire you had for this man. But the carnal look in Shiva’s eyes, his sexy smirk, his muscular physique, his tantalizing, brazen demeanor — it was enough to make you putty. You couldn’t imagine how you’d act if he touched you.

“(y/n), you know what? I decided I don’t want you to go. Why not stay with me from a while?” His grip tightens on your towel, his knuckles grazing your skin.

You shudder at the slight brush of his skin on yours. It feels like an electric shock has run through you and into your very core. As you consider the tempting offer, a little voice in the back of your head starts to emerge from the depths of your lust smitten brain.

No matter how hot he was, he was still a god. Someone who wanted the destruction of humanity and who undoubtedly would be participating in Ragnarok on the side of the gods. The answer is obvious. I should say no… plus I mean, like, a god and a human? Is that even allowed? There’s just no way. I can’t just do naughty things with him…right?

“I should really go..” you say half heartedly, clearly conflicted.

“It wasn’t a request (y/n),” he says, his eyes darkening as he pulls you against him.

Before you’re able to respond, someone clears his throat behind you. You both look to see the other four armed god, a pair of arms resting on his clothed hips and the other pair of arms crossed loosely at his waist. “Shiva, you should let her go. Don’t force her.”

You almost object to his usage of the word force but decided it would be best to keep your mouth shut.

“Ahh, Rudra. You’re always so serious. I was just having some fun,” Shiva responds light heartedly, loosening his grip on your towel. “But, I guess you’re right! You know best!”

Before you had a chance to protest, Shiva had already let you go and was headed back towards the water, a pair of arms nonchalantly behind his head. You stood there, stunned at the abrupt loss of his closeness and touch. Feeling disappointed would be an understatement. You turn and manage to mutter a thank you to Rudra who nods his head in acknowledgment before also heading back to the water where the other gods had silently been watching everything unfold.

You watch Shiva as he descends further into the spring, his back facing you. You sigh dejectedly. Steam begins to fill the air again, but before Shiva is completely engulfed, he looks back at you, smirk plastered on his face as he winks at you. Your face flushes, and you could feel heat rushing to your core. Something told you that this wouldn’t be the last time you would see him.

extra scene

You hastily leave the hot spring and into the locker room. As you start to change, you replay the events of what happened in your head. The more you think about it, the more increasingly irritated you become. You were unsure if it stemmed from pent up sexual frustration or from being cornered in a potentially perilous, but completely avoidable, situation. Whatever it was, you were peeved and wanted to take it out on someone, and you knew exactly who. Once you’re fully dressed, you storm to the reception area of the hot springs and furiously approach the front desk. The same teen who checked you in was still there, face still buried in the same magazine as when you had first arrived. If he had taken his eyes off his magazine for two seconds instead of just waving you over to the male side, you wouldn’t be in this mess.

“Excuse me!” you say sharply, slamming the key card down on the counter. This spooks the teen boy into dropping his magazine, face twisted in bewilderment and fear.

“Y-Y-yes ma’am? How can I be of service to you?” the young kid stutters, scared shitless by the cross look on your face and the intense aura you exuded.

“You waved me into the male side of the hot spring! Do you know the kind of mess you got me into?! Do I look like a man to you?!”

His eyes widen, mortified. He had only hoped nothing bad happened to you. He couldn’t afford to lose this job. His mom would kill him.

“I am so sorry ma’am! No, of course I don’t think you look like a man. I must’ve made a mistake when I scanned your key card!”

He was sure that all the key cards he had scanned today belonged to all males, but even he couldn’t deny that he never really paid attention to the actual person coming in and could’ve easily made a mistake. He takes the key card and scans it, scouring the information on the computer. He looks at the screen then looks at you then back at the screen. Well no wonder he waved her over to the male side. She raises an eyebrows questioningly.

“Is something wrong?”

“Uh, your name is (f/n) (l/n) right?”

“Yes, and?”

He turns the computer screen to you. A picture of you in your fighting attire served as your ID picture and in bold letters under “sex” read male. It suddenly all made sense. You can only snort at the revelation.

“I’m sorry ma’am! I believe there was a mistake when creating your key card! I can get that fixed up. We just need to take a new picture and change you over to female-“ but before he could finish, you snatch the key card from him.

“Nope, that’s okay! That’ll be all! Thanks!” you exclaim hurriedly, setting a generous amount of bribe money down on the counter before scurrying away.

Maybe I can “accidentally” run into Shiva again.

You smile giddily to yourself as you fantasize about your next encounter with the devilishly handsome god.

The teen watches you run away, dumbfounded. “I need another job,” he complains to himself. He gathers the money and slowly grins to himself as he counts the stack of bills you left. “Or maybe not,” he says to himself, tucking the money into his pocket. He had a feeling he would probably be “accidentally” waving you over to the male side again.

shoutout to those who caught the mean girls reference! sorry if you read this nonsense lol i kept editing and rewriting for days and eventually got fed up and decided to just post it. hopefully, i’ll get better at writing!

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"the art of eye contact" ♡ | jack the ripper

pairing: jack the ripper x fem. reader

warnings: 4.9k words, smut, pwp, a little modernized (since the reader is a working girl), older man/younger woman dynamic (reader is in her late twenties), flirty banter, making out, cunnilingus, squirting

synopsis: the gentleman that you've been crushing on takes the initiative for the both of you.

JACK WAS A STRANGER TO HEARTFELT GESTURES AND THE RECEIVING OF BENEVOLENCE FROM OTHERS. If was ever managed to grace him, it was played out by the worst of actors and actresses that played significant roles in his childhood, trying to coarse him into doing their bidding. Learning from the folly and disingenuous attitudes reflected by the older "role models" that were in his life for a shorter period than average, Jack took the route less traveled during the grueling period in Great Britain and sought out the act of gentlemanliness. He was far from being good, but presenting himself as a bad person felt wrong to him.

Why show others everything he loathes about his uprising? The wrongful coercion, the haughty insults, and the destructive perspective on what life is full of were not what Jack wanted to reap onto others. He had this upstanding belief, a thorough philosophy that a gentlemen's deeds must match the words he spills from his lips. A façade that is offensive and distasteful is not how a gentleman would portray himself. In recognition of this, no matter how vicious venom would be shot in his direction, he would take it with the utmost grace and not reciprocate, but kill his prey with a kindness that reduces them to nothingness.

He was prideful in this skill that he practiced throughout his adulthood, and daresay believed he perfected this persona far better than any other man who presented himself to him. Women also became more apparently charmed by the way Jack carried himself, as well as the respect that he showed to every fair maiden he crossed paths with. You found yourself to have clambered on the same boat with some of the ladies who were cheekily stealing glances at the older man; fortunately, you had a better viewing spot from your spot at the cash register.

He had this prestigious elegance about him that separated him from the commonfolk-- especially with his opaque, steampunk monocle that shielded his right eye from public view. Silver hair gleamed in the natural light from the windows, making his pale skin all the brighter as his gaze was currently transfixed on the fresh brioche loaf he cradled carefully in his hands.

His gloved hands were long and slender, working well with the leather material that matched the dark palette of his attire. He was proving to be more of a distraction the more you continued to watch him. You began to wonder what he was going to pair with the freshly baked bread, or maybe whether or not he was going to take a ponder at the pastries at the other end of the store.

You decided that it may be best to leave him to his devices and preoccupy yourself with the work that was present in front of you. The moment your attention was away from him was the moment that he allowed his eyes to peer over at you. It was only fair; after all, you were watching him for quite some time. He had a few years over you, but it was something that didn't concern you with the way your gaze lingered on him for so long.

Jack couldn't deny that you were a rather exquisite maiden, with the way your aura exclaimed the impurity of your thoughts so vividly, so shamelessly. There was no reason to deny either of you the fortuitous opportunity that presented itself forward-- it would be rather ungentlemanly to do so. "Excuse me, my dear," The clacking of his dress shoes against the hardwood flooring made you apparent of his steadfast approach over to the counter. "I don't mean to disrupt you, but I wish to ask your opinion on a matter." You were well aware that he was addressing you with a friendly phrase, but you couldn't help the warmth that rushed to your cheeks from his sensuous voice.

Turning around to face the man, you didn't realize how close you were in proximity to him, along with the fact of how he had a bit of height over you. Clearing your throat, you responded with, "Of course! I am here to assist however I possibly can." Tying your greeting with a charming smile, you looked into his eyes, directing your focus onto him. "Oh, you're far too kind, milady!" He was quick to smile back at you out of gratitude, bringing up the loaf of bread that he had been studying for quite some time.

"You see, I have been attempting to explore my culinary skills with more foreign flavors, so I wanted to make a charcuterie board for the first time, but I am unsure of what type of bread would best compliment the cheese and meat that I have chosen." He was rather sophisticated, a trait that was shown even in his ramblings as he spoke out his woes to you.

"The bread that is typically used with charcuterie boards is French sourdough, but if you're not a fan of that type of bread, you could always pair your selection of sides with your favorite crackers," Trying to present him with a selection of options, you stepped away from the counter to present him with the particular baked good that you were advertising. "The beauty with what you're making is that you can fill them with all the things that you like!"

There was not a single moment where you didn't feel his eyes by the nape of your neck, peering over your shoulder to inquisitively watch your every maneuver. "Do you have any suggestions that I may partake in? I would love your input, my dear." There it was again, that oh-so-sweet term of endearment that made your grip on the soft loaf tighten slightly.

"Um, my personal preference would be the bread since it pairs well with vinaigrettes if you have that on your board! It absorbs the flavor better than crackers, and you can choose to have the crunch if you toast it, or you can just have it soft..." Your voice trailed off as you turned your head to look up at him, staring into that oh-so-entrancing eye, your curiosity only piqued by what color was hidden on the other side. Why did he bother to hide it? Is it a different color from his already present silver iris? You had no idea.

His gaze was intense, and it was proving more and more difficult to tear yourself away from it. So many unspoken things that were being poured out with a singular look made you utterly breathless at the mere prospect of it. "Ah, give me just a moment, I'll provide you with a sample to see if the bread's to your liking." Distancing yourself away from him was the best incentive that you could think to do at the moment.

Bringing the bread over to the nearest cutting board, you brought the bread out of its packaging to cut off one of the ends to serve him. His gloved hand made contact with your exposed one, feeling the cool fabric glide against your skin for much longer than you would consider proper. "You're far too kind to a man such as me." He hummed, taking his time to take a bite out of the small portion. "You flatter me, good sir. I'm simply helping out a regular who purchases my family's goods daily," Resealing the bread, you proceeded to hand him the bread, to which he responded to you with a raised brow. "I can't sell this now that I have taken a piece off of it, so you're more than welcome to have it." Trying to cover up your gesture with a sense of formality, you watched as a smile, one that was more genuine than the first one he shared with you.

"I couldn't possibly-" "I insist. I want to know what you think of my suggestion." The instance he attempted to return the bread into your hands, you ushered it back in his direction with your palms, eyes returning to stare at his own. "Milady, what is your name?" The question certainly threw you off, but you didn't see an issue sharing it with him; at any rate, you do see him most days out of the week.

You introduced yourself, reaching for the sides of your thin skirt to act out a poor curtsey. "Quite a fitting name for a beauty such as yourself. It's a pleasure to be in your presence, my dear," You broke away from his stare bashfully, recognizing the evident ability that he had to swoon you with ease. "My name is Jack, and if you could forgive my boldness, I would love it if you could accompany me this afternoon for tea." Sealing his proposal with a tilt of his head, bowing slightly in your direction.

Oh my, now this was an unexpected turn of events. You were left flabbergasted at his sudden invitation out. Was this a date? It most certainly sounded like one to you, and there was no reason to deny yourself the pleasure of going out with such an eye-catching gentleman. "M-My shift ends at three-thirty if you don't mind waiting for me to close." You unintentionally bit your lip, looking over at the workload you've been postponing due to the very man in front of you. "It's no problem at all, love; in fact, I would be more than happy to help you finish cleaning up." The more Jack continues to throw those little nicknames loosely around you, the harder it is to stop thinking about those sinful ideas that are whirling around the surface of your head. "Your help is greatly appreciated, Jack." The first time you said his name, it simply felt so right hearing the way you played with the sound on your tongue.

It was quite divine seeing the way your aura flickered with a twinge of embarrassment, nervousness, and even joy. It created such a beautiful color that he wished to see more of it. Throughout his time assisting you, Jack would never let you carry anything heavy, always taking it out of your hands and letting you guide him around. During his heavy lifting, you were pleasantly surprised to see how fit he was, carrying stacks of boxes with relative ease. If he was struggling, he was doing a miraculous job concealing it, without even a drop of sweat forming across his chiseled cheeks. Even while working, he made an effort to talk with you, and learn about you outside of work along with the things that you enjoyed; although, you noticed his reluctance to share some information with you.

You didn't take much offense to it though, he had no obligation to dump his whole life story on you and that's okay. Jack acted as more of a listener than a talker, so it was up to you to fill that void of silence with lighthearted, casual small talk. It continued as such even long after the shop was closed, and Jack was escorting you to his "humble abode", as he referred to it. Your arm was nestled under his own as you allowed him to guide you through the bustling streets of London.

The sky had a permanent gray tint hanging above the space you noticed the rim of your skirt dampening as it grazes the pavement with each step. "Don't fret, dear. We're almost at my humble abode." The man reassured you with a gentle smile, squeezing your hand slightly as you found your lips curling upwards in response. Younger suitors were much rowdier, not caring much for the state of your dress, or having to make you walk far distances, but Jack was older, and with a different uprising, carried different values to those men that had caught your eye before.

He liked hearing about you and listening to you speak as he helped you when things needed to be done. You've had brief conversations with the man before, but this situation contrasted entirely with what you were familiar with. It felt like this was the first time he was reaching out to you, and you liked being seen by him, being touched by him. This little crush that started months ago has fermented for far too long and has even affected you with the slightest of grazes by his fingertips whenever he acknowledges you with the sweetest of names that one would be referred to if they were lovers. And now, you were coming over for tea, as well as an all too late lunch, in his home. These thoughts were overwhelming, realizing how you were all too quick with accepting a person's-- no, a man's invitation into his home, of all places.

You had lost your opportunity to back down the moment you snapped out of your mind's flurry of thoughts when you were amazed by the sight of the estate. Jack was much more well-off than he lead on, his home standing out from the others with the vibrant array of potted plants decorating the front of his house. "I see that you have quite the green thumb, sir." Jesting the man playfully, you trace one of the spade-shaped leaves peering in your direction.

"Ah yes, I started upkeeping them a month or two ago, and I am relieved to say that they still have much more time before they fully flourish." He explained, untucking his arm away from yours. You nearly frowned at the loss of contact before you felt that he didn't plan on letting go of your hand anytime soon as he fished for his keys in his coat pocket. Jack practically rebuked you every instance you offered to hold the bread in your hand, so he had it tucked under his arm as he unlocked the door, holding it open for you to walk in first.

Books were stacked on tall standing bookshelves that stood throughout one wall of the living room, where an accent table stood in the center of the vintage rug while two cozy-looking couches were by the corners of the table. There weren't too many decorations on the walls, besides a few landscape paintings of some of London's famous sightings and playbill covers for well-known plays and operas that have crossed town throughout the years.

"You know, I didn't take you for being a man interested in the arts." A coy remark slips past your lips as you examined the wall plastered with all different types of productions-- some that you knew, and others that were foreign to you. "Hmm, is that so? What type of man do you take me for then, my dear?" Jack's voice became closer with each word he uttered as he made his way to your side.

"I presumed you to be a man more fixated on the state of world affairs, or perhaps having more interest relating to historical studies," You looked to your side to see him staring at his books with a fondness that warmed your heart to see. "You carry yourself highly, so I thought your interest would align with more invigorating things in the world." Flattery was hard for Jack to accept, much harder to do from someone that Jack himself had an interest in. To see how you express your thoughts about him full of so much reverence, that it was hard for Jack to muster a response. Everything about you was so earnest and kindhearted, that it was hard for Jack to pull away and recompose himself. He had grown far too used to your floral perfumes that filled his nose whenever he was by you, and he could taste all the love poured into each baked good served to the public.

He simply couldn't get enough of you, and what you had to offer. "You think far too highly of me, darling. Besides, I grew up surrounding myself with these whimsical stories I hold dear, so it would be hard not to love them even now." The silver fox was brimming with delight, gliding his hand across the hardcover spines of the books beside him. You were pleasantly surprised to hear Jack briefly discussing precious memories from his past, it was the last thing you expected to hear him talk about.

"It's a wonderful thing to be able to find comfort in these stories." You responded, not being able to break away from staring at the soft expression that appeared on his face. It was your favorite expression of his yet, the way his silver eye soften as his lips were curved into a small smile. It wasn't something exaggerated or plastered, it was an expression so simple, yet so genuine that left you with only one thought in your mind.

You wanted to kiss him, so badly that you psychically acted without a second thought. Grabbing at his tailcoat with one hand, the other placed on top of his chest, you directed his body to focus on you and your actions. Jack was most certainly perplexed with the sudden boldness to take place with your hand placement, seeing how your aura fluctuates with each passing second. He wouldn’t let you know the way he was secretly anticipating your next course of action. Would you retreat, letting him take control of the situation, or would you take charge, taking it into your own hands to let your dirty, little fantasies finally come to fruition?

He nearly held his breath waiting for what was to come next. “Jack… May I?” Your voice came off meek, so quiet that if you weren’t as close to Jack as you were now, he wouldn’t be able to hear you. “I’m not sure what you’re asking for, darling,” Jack taunted you, placing his cold hand over the one that resided on top of his chest. “What exactly do you want from me?” Your breath hitched in your chest, your mouth becoming dry as you looked up at the whirlpool of emotions that clouded his eye. So much desire hazed over them, the lust that practically burned your skin as he stared you down, challenging you to respond to his wishes. “Please let me kiss you.” Jack didn’t give you the chance to back down, his hand making quick work to grasp your chin, tilting it upwards to meet him halfway into his kiss.

For how cold his lips were, the way his mouth pressed onto yours was searing, making you dizzy as he backed you up against the bookshelf. Your hands moved from his chest, entangling them instead in the silver strands that enticed you to tug him closer to you. For how patient he acted, he was desperate to feel more of you with the way one of his hands sneakily brought itself to the nape of your neck.

You shivered at the leather texture rubbing against your skin, feeling light goosebumps arise in response to his lingering touches. You knew that everything about this was risqué, far from what would be civil for first meetings, and even dates, but your mind was too far gone to question what is wrong or right about this. All that you knew is that you'd never wanted anyone more than you wanted Jack at this very moment.

His kisses alone cast you under a trance, following at his pace without hesitation as your hungry mouth only ached to feel his right beside them for as long as your lack of breath would allow you. Both of you were aware that one of you would have to stop, and Jack, being the much more sensible one, pulled away first. "How divine you are, my dear." He purred into your ear, seductiveness etched into his tone and making you nip at your bottom lip. "Why, I can say the same about you, good sir."

Batting your eyelashes at Jack, your eyes trailed to that oversized coat, and a part of you started to hate the way it covered up too much. Taking the initiative, you relinquished your hands away from his tousled hair, sensually tiptoeing your fingertips down from the shoulder pads of his coat to underneath, where his white button-up shirt was exposed to you. "My, what do you plan on doing to me?" His breath fanned against your ear in battered breaths as he spoke, the monocle once nestled against the bridge of his nose now slipping off.

"Getting a better look at you." More specifically at what's under his big layers of clothes, but Jack didn't need to know all the details. "Well, if that's what you plan on doing," He stated, suddenly grabbing your wrists with his hand, before slamming them upwards against the bookshelves. Jack had a lot more strength than he was letting off with his appearance with how tight his grip was. "Then I must insist that I go first." A sly grin took place on his face as he used his free hand to take the loose monocle off his ear.

He hummed delightfully at the full exposure he had to see you with his second eye. It was a deep pool of crimson to color his right eye, similar to the dark velvet that accented his attire, and you were allowed to marvel at his uncommon beauty. "Your eye..." You wished that you could move your arms, so you could reach out and touch his slimmed cheeks once again. "It's breathtaking." Your bluntness was always something Jack was taken aback by, seeing the way your aura never demonstrated anything malicious with your words.

He didn't reply to you with words but instead peppering kisses on the side of your neck. He was skillful with his hands, toying with the sleeves of your dress until they became undone. The cool air brushed against your skin as the thin layers began to slip off due to Jack's swift ministrations like a veil. It was hard to conceal any noise from the way Jack tries to pull the noise from your throat with his open-mouth kisses and his rhythmic massaging of your breasts.

The constant changes in pace from kisses to nips to even biting made your head spin in pure pleasure. Failing to hold back your voice any longer, you released a breathy moan from your chest, tilting your head back to provide more leeway. He continued to lather your neck with his kisses until he decided that there was still so much to be seen, so much more his hands had to explore. "My love, would you be dear to me and accompany me to the sofa? I want you to be as comfortable as possible for what I'm about to do next."

Eagerly, you nodded your head, feeling his grip loosen on your pinned wrists, taking one of your hands in his own as he escorted you to the plush cushioning that was now beneath your bottom. Jack didn't sit next to you; instead, he knelt in front of you as he began to tug down on the bottom half of your dress, itching to see the rest of your body. "Look at the way your undergarments are drenched, my love." The way his hands hooked around your hips to pull down your panties, feeling how the leather from his hands contrasted the warmth pooling from your skin. It was an overall swift movement, and by the time you finished blinking, your underwear was dangling right in front of your very face. They were a very plain pair of yours, a dainty white color with a very apparent damp spot square in the center of them. “How long have you been like this for, I wonder?”

Oh, for far too long, but you couldn't reveal that to him. It would be far too humiliating to share what you've been like since your walk to his place. Your lips were pressed tight in a thin line, unable to let the truth escape from your mind until the sudden sensation of his unscathed hand spread open your lower lips. Instinctively, you attempted to press your legs together, but Jack persisted, parching one of his arms up on the sofa, pushing your legs away from one another. "Ah, ah, ah, we can't have you hiding away from me now. I want to see all of you." Jack continued to tease your inner folds, the contrast of warm and cool temperatures dancing on your skin so freely. His touch felt good, but it wasn't enough.

Jack was practically toying with your body, observing what movements make your face contour in varied expressions that make him hum in delight. It was clear that he was to bring you to the breaking point before he ever let you unravel in the pleasure you so very crave. Jack continued to tease your inner folds, the contrast of warm and cool temperatures dancing on your skin so freely. His touch felt good, but it wasn't enough. "J-Jack, please...!" You whined out, trying to bring his body closer by using your calves to reel him closer in. "Specifics, darling. I can't do what you want if you don't speak up." Without warning, you began to feel his padded fingertips rubbing against your clit, while his head peered closer down, mouth becoming aligned with your opening. Each fanned breath he took tickled your lower parts, the warm air making you gape with anticipation.

The way there was no pressure as he rubbed the nub, almost as if he wasn't touching it at all, and you didn't even want to get started on the way he rested his cheek on your inner thigh, feeling the short hairs of his mustache brushing against your soft flesh. "Please stop playing with me, I want to come!" Entangling your hand into his hair, you turned his head upwards to show him your desperate expression. Eyes widening slightly, Jack watched as your aura become a color that was quite foreign to him, something so tantalizing that he couldn't help but give in to your pleas.

"If that is what you wish." Bowing his head down, he began to apply more pressure to his rubbing techniques as he began to probe at your tight hole with his tongue. Tracing the outline of the spot before thrusting his wet muscle in, Jack's rhythmic ministrations were making you lightheaded with the fast movements. He was slurping whatever juices had leaked out prior, practically milking all the cum out that you were graciously serving to him on a silver platter. You watched with squinted eyes, pushing his head further down to apply more force for him to keep going, but only deeper.

Teeth grazed your inner lips every so often, providing you with some inconsistency to his repeating pattern of thrusting his tongue in and out of you. He ate you out like a starved man, taking whatever you put out as though your pleasure was his own. His intentions of letting up weren't happening anytime soon, so he focused his breathing through his nose, so he could continue the relentless barrage on that particular spot that seemed to make your legs clench around his head, and evoke a high-pitched moan out of you.

"My dear, I want to see you come. I want you to turn the color I like, can you do that for me?" He spoke against your cunt, eyes peering upwards to gauge your response. Nodding your head feverishly, you could feel the build-up brewing in your lower stomach, tight coiling just begging to be snapped as you babbled, "It's s'much, Jack! I'm, I'm gonna cum soon!" Drool began to seep from the corners of your lips, mind empty with the sole thought of wanting that sweet release that has been prolonged for far too long. Taking you over the edge, you felt his tongue curve upwards inside you, caressing a spot that was the ticket to making your juices squirt out. Body trembling and the rush of energy that made your heart palpate faster than ever, tears brimmed your eyes as you stared at Jack's face, slobbered with your cum.

Licking his lips, Jack's eyes were transfixed on everything about you at that moment. The way your little hole gaped in and out, as though it was panting, the way your face contorted to an expression of absolute bliss, to the way your legs slumped to your sides-- and that color, mixed in with his favorite to create something that surpassed the beauty of fear. "Simply divine, my dear. You are truly something so ethereal." Bringing his lips to your own, he shared some of the leftover juices, allowing you a taste of yourself in the process.

Despite your lower body being spent, you hooked your arms around his neck to further deepen the kiss he had graced you with. Lust clouded your once cleared your mind, wanting to see, wanting to feel what other sensations he could give to you. Jack noticed your sultry stare at his pants, as though you were undressing him with your eyes. His response was first a chuckle, before bringing a hand to his silver buckle as he said, "My, look at how vulgar you've become," You watched intensely as his hands slowly, yet tantalizingly unclasped his belt.

"I guess it's time for act two, isn't it, my dear? I hope you're ready."

#snv x reader #snv smut #ror x reader #ror smut #snv jack the ripper #ror jack the ripper #x reader #smut #reader insert #fem reader #record of ragnorak #shuumatsu no valkyrie #fanfic #pwp

[cafeinthemoon]

It's been a while since I last updated this ff and as time passed my feelings towards it changed a bit. But I'd like to know what you think about it. Should I continue it now or should I leave it aside and focus on other stuff? Let me know!

#snv x reader #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok fanfic #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok poseidon #shuumatsu no valkyrie poseidon #snv poseidon #ror poseidon #snv poseidon x reader #ror poseidon x reader

[44ryder]

Hercules walks you home after a mission, but Buddha has *cough cough* company over

(Y/n): “thank you for walking me home, sorry we didn’t make much progress today.”

Hercules: “don’t worry about it, as long as we keep doing our best, we’ll figure out a plan!”

(Y/n): *giggles* “I’m glad you have enough confidence for the both of us.”

Hercules: “get plenty of rest, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

(Y/n): “yeah goodnight-……I can’t go in.”

Hercules: *confused* “did you forget your key?”

(Y/n): “no… the drapes are pulled…Buddha only closes the curtain drapes when he has…a friend over.”

Hercules: *still confused*

(Y/n): “it’s like a neck tie on the door knob.”

Hercules: *even more confused* “…oh”

*Buddhas voice from inside the house:* “don’t be shy, ya know you like it~”

Hercules and (y/n) beat red

*loud unknown female voice*: “Ohhh Buddha you magnificent beast!!!”

(Y/n): “Gahh! We’re too close!”

Hercules and (y/n) running away.

Buddha: *loudly* “ahhh shaddup and take it baby!”

(Y/n): “Still too close!!!”

P.s. My ror fanfic is officially published on wattpad (check my bio) with new chapters every Thursday! Hit me up with ideas!!!

#record of ragnarok #snv #hercules snv #snv fanfic #record of ragnarok hercules #record of ragnarok fanfic #hercules #ror fanfic #ror hercules #ror buddha #snv buddha #record of ragnarok buddha #buddha #snv oc #ror oc #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok heracles

[honeybleed]

summer breeze ⋆ rudra

content: fem!reader, canon-verse so set a little after rudra and shiva’s fight but rudra leaves to go watch the fifth round. no warnings just fluff and awkward pining, also time just flies in this so sorry if its confusing 😭

author’s note: this just a random one shot since when i posted rudra a lot of snv fans gave me love ehehe thank yew all

word count: 2.5k

The palms of your hands brushed against the tall plant stems as you walked through the evergreen fields. The soles of your bare feet scraped on the soil.

Some may think you were outlandish for enjoying the sensation of rough and dry soil grating against your skin, but you paid them no mind.

You’d come from turbulent times.

Days and nights filled with terror of the Gods battling for power and to showcase their tremendous strength. Earsplitting sounds of their clashes that resounded through the trees and mountains.

That sent women and children into absolute terror. It struck fear into your heart when they began their brawls as it shook the lands.

But it was finally over.

And now, you could aimlessly stroll through the grounds without cowering in your dwellings.

Your head whipped around to see the figure in the distance.

After his journey along side Shiva to Svarga, then his defeat, Rudra spent his time roaming wherever his feet brought him.

He had no destination in mind, he simply knew he wanted to explore more and more.

But he’d stumbled across this pasture with no livestock.

Just a woman who seemed to be absentmindedly twirling around, without a care in the world.

“You!” You called out, jabbing an accusatory finger at him. “This is my land! Stop skulking around unless you have business!”

Rudra snorted to himself. You were about as threatening as a puppy.

He held two arms up, the other two, so conveniently concealed by his large scarf.

“I’m a traveller! I harbour no ill intentions.” He called back.

You blinked at his calmness. Usually, people didn’t take so kindly to your aggression.

“Well be on your way! I have no crops for you. I doubt I have anything you’re looking for.” You barked.

“What if it is companionship I seek?” He questioned, with a smug smile, undeterred by your venom.

You had no clue what it was. But when a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, you felt your resolve wither away.

“From me? You don’t know me, I’m lower status.”

“I could care less about status. So? Will you let me try at least?”

“Try what?” You tutted.

“Befriend you.”

You had nothing to lose. To say he was easy on the eyes would be an understatement. Up close, he had the most beautiful features.

You were sure one smile of his would make you do his bidding, instantly. But as he entered your home, and sat on the shoddy chair, something was beginning to click.

“You’re not human, are you?” You finally stated after you poured him a cup of freshly brewed tea.

“What gave it away?” He questioned.

“The Herculean build in my small home.” You said, wryly.

“I am Rudra.”

You would be an idiot to live in this land and not know at least one of the thousands of gods. You knew of him. But you didn’t know him.

If he came across you when you lived amongst the others, you were sure everybody would’ve been on their knees or clawing at his feet.

But you didn’t share the same sentiment.

“I’m a mere human.” You began, cautiously. “What would the God of Thunder be doing in these fields. Or even my run down shack?”

“Your home is lovely.” He said, in a gentle tone.

You scoffed, besides yourself.

“Not for a deity.” You said, curtly.

“I’m not here to harm you. If you insist on knowing, then take a seat.”

As much as you tried, you couldn’t hide the anxiety stirring in your stomach.

“I’m not a God anymore.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together.

“…How?”

“I fought. I fought side by side with somebody I admire greatly, somebody I hold dear to my heart. I don’t even think I can give you an accurate estimate of how long we fought, it was so time consuming.”

“You fought for over one thousand days…Rudra.” You said, wistfully.

He choked on the beverage and thumped his chest with his arm.

“Huh?”

“I know this because for those one thousand days, nobody could sleep. We are used to ruckus and mayhem but when those of formidable strength clashed, it was spine chilling.” You said, not meeting his eye. “But go on with your story. What were you saying before I interrupted?”

Rudra gave you a rueful look.

He hadn’t an idea that the humans had been affected by their ascent to the peak. He cleared his throat.

“As we fought, an idea came to fruition. Though, this was my dream. To stand at the top. The further and further we went, I felt undeserving of the dream. It wasn’t born from a place of jealousy. I was at peace with it. So after we battled the thousands of other deities, there was only one more duel left.”

“…Shiva.” You whispered and he nodded.

“Shiva now reigns.” He said, in a honeyed voice. His smile, full of pride and delight as he said his name.

“You really love him, huh?” You snickered.

“Of course! He’s my best friend.” He exclaimed.

“So what of you? Any more brawls?”

“While I’m still strong, I guess it gets old after a while.” He remarked. “I wanted to see more. I’ve seen Svarga and met all the other Gods. I wanted to see the land of mankind.”

“And you somehow ended up in my field.”

“Somehow.” He echoed.

He didn’t want to scare you but he had been entranced by your beauty ever since he first mistakenly came across this ordinary field.

It wasn’t interesting to him, whatsoever. It was like the millions other fields he’d passed over his travels.

Tall stems, vibrant greens and bright petals. The only thing the unremarkable fields he’d passed didn’t have was you.

The incomparable beauty that made him awestruck.

Thunder scared you, very much. Which was ironic, considering the former God of Thunder was now a reoccurring guest at your home.

Rudra didn’t miss the way your fist bunched up the fabric of your dress, or how you gnawed your bottom lip.

If he wasn’t here, you were sure you would’ve ran to a corner of the room and hugged your knees.

“What frightens you about thunder?” He asked, genuinely confused. He wanted to hear it from your perspective.

He adored claps of thunder and flashes of lightening. It made power surge through him and stimulated him.

“…The sound. Whenever I heard it, it meant you guys were fighting and then the marketplace would shatter and collapse.”

You didn’t notice, you weren’t facing him. But he felt a dullness fill his chest. Completely unfamiliar to him. It weighed on his breathing as he stared at you with remorse.

“…I had no clue.” He finally said.

“I guess its hard to know what’s going on from afar.” You responded.

To your bewilderment, he made his way towards you front door and gestured for you to approach him.

“…No, Rudra. I can’t-“

“I would never force you into something you don’t want to…but please. I want to make up for me and the Gods selfishness.”

You obliged, despite the hesitance. His hand was outreached towards you, you slipped your slender fingers into his large hand.

He outstretched his legs so he could place you right in front of him. Then settled his hands on your shoulders.

“What are we doing?” You asked, meekly.

You were a resolute woman. However, your fear reduced you to a skittish animal.

“Close your eyes, outstretch your arms and tighten your muscles.” He instructed, voice firm.

“I still don’t get-”

“Just try…okay?”

You took a deep inhale through your nostrils and followed his directions.

“Next?”

“Think about the thunder.”

You pictured the grey skies that were previously visible to you and the flashes of lightning you were so terrified of. Your face slightly contorted in discomfort at the resurgence of repressed memories.

Suddenly, an ear splitting crack of thunder boomed. You almost jumped but Rudra’s sturdy grip on you held you down.

Your heart hammered.

“I’m here, I mean it. It won’t hurt you.” He said, lowly in response to the tremor in your voice and incoherent babbling. “Try it again.”

“What?!”

“You are in control of the thunder. I gave you the ability- no. My ability to control the thunder. So try it one more time, Y/N. It sounds unsettling but I promise you, it’s fine.”

You nodded at his reassurance, then did the same exact instructions he gave you before. A rip of power surged right through you as you now commanded the thunder.

Maybe it was due to Rudra’s omnipotence but it was almost as if the paralysing fear you once had had been whisked away.

“I know what mankind think. That thunder is anger or punishment from Gods but…I promise its not. It is balance, Y/N. Thunder balances the earth’s atmosphere.” He said, gently.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You said, releasing yourself from his grip to face him as the rain pelted onto the both of you.

“I wanted to. Really.” He beamed, as he cupped the side of your face then headed back indoors.

You clutched your chest. Your heart skipping a beat was an unfamiliar experience.

-

You swallowed thickly as you registered that he’d taken off his navy blue, patterned scarf that covered his arms.

His build was nothing you’d seen before in your entire life. Sure, you’d seen muscular men at the market. Strong from the laborious work of farmers, labourers and fishermen.

But the four arms was something that only belonged to the untouchable deities. They were portrayed in shrines and temples.

Depicted in arts you were lucky to even get a glimpse of.

Yet, here you were stood in front of the former God, trying your hardest not to buckle.

“Are you afraid?” He questioned, in a tender voice. His coral coloured eyes, glimmering with a sense of warmth.

As if he was understanding and it was okay if you were. He reached out to pull the scarf over his shoulders once again but you stopped him.

“No…! I’m not afraid, it’s just new territory for me..” You said with a nervous chuckle, trying your best to regain some composure.

You were never one to be swayed by brawn of all things but this was different.

“Okay.” He said, with a kind smile. “I’ll be on my way, now. Thank you for being so kind enough to accommodate me despite my unsolicited appearance.”

“Will you be back?”

He blinked, a little startled at your question.

“Do you want me to come back?”

“I don’t want you to go.”

He always knew what time you were going to go out in the fields. Whether it was to maintain the crops or simply do your mindless walk around.

You enjoyed his company. He radiated warmth, tranquillity, kindness. You just felt at home with Rudra.

He rested against the towering, aged tree. Hands behind his head as he revelled the shade and the view.

To him, watching you frolic in the fields was true joy.

The seasons changed, and it rained. It didn’t deter you. He got up from his familiar spot, and attempted to shield you from the raindrops.

You simply burst into giggles at his worried expression and attempted to lower his arms, despite his hulking height.

“Why not?” He questioned, slightly bemused.

“I want to feel the water on my skin. And the gust of wind. Even the wetted soil between my toes.” You explained.

“Humans are not immune to bad weather. You’ll get sick.” He said, attempting to reason with you.

“You are human too, Rudra.” You responded.

“No. I may have lost my jurisdiction as a God but I still have my power and strength.” He explained.

“If I get sick, I’ll get better. Don’t worry about me so much.” You said, voice resolute. You then turned to bound off.

“How could I not fret..” He said, once you were out of earshot. “About such a reckless woman.”

He liked that about you. He figured, that as much as he was dazzled by your beauty, your vim and vigor for life had secured him in.

You were so excitable over being able to leap around that unremarkable field. You managed to make it seem moving, somehow.

-

Much to no surprise, you fell ill.

“Surely, there’s better things for a former God to do then to babysit me.” You said, a little wryly as you blew your nose hard.

He seemed to take your bad mood in jest and ignored it.

“I’m partly at fault. I should’ve kept you away from the rain.”

“Rudra, we both know it’s my fault.” You snickered, as you shook your head.

“I’m not one to kick somebody when they’re down.” He said, gently as he placed a tray with a bowl of soup over your lap.

“Gods take cooking lessons?” You questioned, quirking a brow.

“We were regular people before we were Gods. Nobody is just born an almighty God.”

“Figures.” You scooped the soup into your mouth. Despite being under the weather with a congested nose, his soup managed to stir up your tastebuds.

It was one of the most flavourful tastes you’d ever experienced, you immediately whipped your head to face him, earning him a bewildered look.

“Is it bad..? I’ll start from scratch-”

“What? Rudra, no. It’s amazing!” You cried out, bad mood dissipating away. “You have got to teach me this, sometime!”

His cheeks flushed red, and he bashfully rubbed the nape of his neck with his signature, dazzling smile.

“You enjoyed it that much? I…Woah. I’ll make sure to teach you.” He chuckled.

-

“I have something I need to go away for.” He said, a little sadly.

“Oh. Well, do you have an idea how long you will be gone for?”

“I’m not too sure. The travel will be long and then…the outcome of the event depends if I have to stay long or not.”

“As long as you come back. This place is your home.”

“You’re wrong.” He stated.

“Huh?”

You felt the large, veiny, and calloused hands cup the sides of your face which took you by surprise.

“Rudra, what are you-”

“Y/N, you are my home.”

Your jaw went slack at the heaviness of his words.

“What do you mean?” You stuttered.

“My soul is at peace when I’m with you.” He said, gently still clutching your face. You began to stroke the hollows of his knuckles.

You blinked, taken aback.

“Really..?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” He said, with his gentle smile.

“…A little.”

“Is there any way I can prove it?”

“You don’t need to. I’m just a little shocked.”

“I’ve been captivated by you the moment I saw you. You occupy my mind so please Y/N. Allow me to become your home too.”

You figure it was only him. Anybody else saying this, you would’ve scoffed and rolled your eyes.

But everything about his presence was soothing. From his dreamy expression to his gaze.

The gaze that made you feel like the only person who mattered in this world.

He then bowed down to plant a tender kiss on the crown of your head as his hand settled on the nape of your neck.

“My home.” You echoed gently. And you could not wait for your home to return to you.

author’s note (again):

thank you for reading if you made it this far 😹💓

#⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles #shumatsu no valkyrie #snv #record of ragnarok #ror fanfic #snv rudra #ror x reader #snv x reader #rudra x reader

[300iqprower]

[Context: It turns out once again one of my ramblings was somewhat prophetic of a plotpoint in FGO, so i figured might as well. Once again this is inspired by both Fate and RoR but is my own original takes on the historical figure(s). The speaker in question is The Morrigan.]

Madness Beyond Destiny

This isn't right. This isn't natural. This isn't possible...!

"…Since the dawn of time, all things have been written in fate. Empires, lives, legacies, dreams, all of it crumbles. All of it ceases. I have seen it. I have seen it since that dawn, and I have reigned it as the sole arbiter of that ultimate truth: You are powerless. Man, God, Spirit, Beast, Devil, Idea, no matter which you are, you are destined to the same end. That is your fate...That is my right.

So why?! Why are you still standing?!

I have seen all that man can accomplish, and I have seen how bloodied and meaningless it is! How glorious it is in its futility! War, torture, deceit, betrayal, massacre, oppression, hatred, envy, spite, murder, tyranny! As I have brought it so you have lived it, and yet you still stand against me!

And as you do...I cannot see you! The threads that guide me, cut off; the portrait of your ruin, ashen; the twilight of your demise, shrouded...How? HOW?! MY RIGHT IS UNCHALLENGED, AND MY CLAIM IS UNWAVERING, SO TELL ME! TELL ME WITH YOUR EYES, SHOW ME WITH YOUR MIND, WHAT DREAM REMAINS CAGED IN THAT MAW OF INSANITY?!

Why do you fight?! Why do you suffer?! What desire has kept you alight?! What glory has paid this price?! What honor do you see in your madness?!”

...What... ......What ARE you....?

#artist: ipomoea alba #RoR ideas #record of ragnarok au #snv fanfic #my wri #writing shit #Caligula #fgo au #so how about that Olympus Lostbelt eh

[roguerambles]

Diplomatic Relations

Record of Ragnarök - Shiva x Male Reader. Mentions of Indra x Male Reader

Warnings - 18+Only. Adult situations.

Still suffering from the curse of Writer's Block, but thirsting with @icy-spicy over Record of Ragnarök (particularly guess who) got some creative ideas flowing. So blame her and thank her for this blasphemy :P

-

Shiva could not believe the Gods Council had been prolonged for this.

Indra stood at the centre of the chamber, his posture straight but somehow relaxed, presenting himself with his usual cool, confident demeanour. But even at a distance, he could spot the occasional, unconscious flex of his fingers, loosely gripping a pale sheet hanging low around his hips. It was only the slightest twitch of nerves, but Shiva wondered with some amusement when Indra had his last cigarette.

The God of Destruction let his gaze slip over his fellow deity's bare shoulder, where he could see You somewhat peeking out from behind Indra's back, your expression a good deal more sheepish. You similarly had a long sheet draped over your shoulders and spilling down at your sides, but it was plain to see you were both naked, wet and completely at the centre of attention.

Somewhere above Shiva, in the Chairman's Seat, Zeus was howling with laughter.

"...ahem."

Hermes cleared his throat politely, but loudly, only barely being heard over his father's wheezing cackle. "Thank you all for your attendance. This meeting of the Gods Council has been called to address the conduct of Indra, God of Lightning of the Hindu Pantheon, and...." Hermes blinked a few times, peering thoughtfully down at You. "...my apologies, which of Aphrodite's sons are you again?"

You huffed, looking indignant. From her seat across the hall from Shiva, Aphrodite made an eerily similar sound, snapping her fan shut with a loud click. "Really, Hermes. Get to the point, will you? This hardly seems like something to call all of us for."

Hermes smiled serenely at the Greek Goddess of Love, as Zeus's laughter began to settle into choked chortles. "Very well." Hermes lifted a large piece of parchment, clearing his throat once more. "The two deities before us today stand charged with the unlawful destruction of a Temple of Aphrodite in the human world."

There was an immediate rumble amongst the gathered gods, several voices rising up at once.

"Wait, a temple dedicated to his mother?" Kali asked from beside Shiva, sounding confused. "Why?"

"This is an outrage!" Somewhere near Aphrodite, Ares shot out of his seat, his face red as he pointed down at you and Indra. "How dare you?!"

"Well, this just got interesting." Buddha chimed in, chewing loudly on some sweet treat or another, looking awake for the first time the entire meeting.

You gave Ares an irritated glare, while Indra remained stoic, although Shiva could tell he was really craving a cigarette. Curiously, despite Ares yelling beside her, Aphrodite looked rather unconcerned about the destruction of her own temple. From what Shiva knew of the Goddess, this was a rather unexpected reaction.

"The Temple was empty!" You burst out, shaking your head furiously, sending drops of water flicking everywhere. "And the humans had abandoned the town for some festival, so its not like anyone was hurt--"

"You destroyed a town as well?!" You slapped your hand over your face as someone else cried out in shock.

You tried to keep talking. "I invited Lord Indra because I was...interested in learning more about his pantheon and--"

Indra snorted, loudly, and Shiva caught the smirk twitching onto his face before he quickly smothered it. You jabbed his side, hissing something that sounded distinctly like "You aren't helping!"

Shiva let his gaze trail over you, lingering on the exposed muscle of your thighs briefly before glancing back at Indra. "Nobody has mentioned the nakedness yet." He commented dryly to Parvati, who tilted her head in response.

"I was wondering..." She hummed thoughtfully, fingers gently stroking one of his arms. "I thought maybe it was some new fashion amongst the Greek Pantheon--"

You turned suddenly, and for a moment Shiva wondered if you had somehow heard them talking. You peered up, your head tilted, before a small smile bloomed on your lips. The sheet parted slightly, exposing your shoulders and upper arms, your stance shifting to show off more of your legs and thighs, barely concealed by silk. You lips moved softly, and Shiva could just make out the words--

"Like what you see?"

Shiva snorted at your audacity, feeling the edge of his mouth curve upwards in a smirk as he let his eyes slowly roam over you. "Yes." He mouthed back, and you grinned, slightly turning your body to the other side, your eyes sparking with mischief.

Parvati squeezed his arm. "Stop flirting, you." She covered her mouth in an attempt to smother a giggle. "You'll get us in trouble as well."

Hermes spoke again, his voice ringing over the rising noise of his fellow deities. "The Temple was destroyed by a powerful storm, which resulted in the town below becoming flooded." He raised the scroll higher, covering his face, but Shiva caught the slight, amused curve to his lips as he spoke his next words. "The storm was summoned via divine will during sex."

Shiva felt his eyebrows shoot upwards, sitting up with a jolt of genuine surprise. The entire chamber was silent for only a brief moment, everyone staring down at You and Indra in shock.

Aphrodite flicked her fan open again, a tinkling laugh falling from her lips. "That's my boy."

Everyone began talking at once.

"Wait, they didn't notice the storm because they were too busy fucking--?"

"Sounds like a good time."

"Apollo!"

"Indra lost control?" Durga sounded incredulous. "Our Indra?"

"Oh my." Parvati said softly, eyes drifting to wear you were standing, looking flustered. "It must have been very good, then."

"Parvati!"

"Only saying, Durga!"

Shiva laughed, loudly, reaching down to squeeze his wife's hand. She grinned at him, her own laughter bubbling in her throat, and Shiva could hear several others in the crowd join in on finding amusement in the situation.

Zeus finally seemed to have composed himself somewhat, wiping tears away from his eyes. "Oh, to be young again!" He chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. "Call this meeting to a close, Hermes. The damage was minimal--"

"The region where the Temple was located is now quite uninhabitable for humans, father--"

"Oh, two gods made love and inadvertently terrified some humans. Happens to the best of us." Zeus waved a hand dismissively, and Hermes sighed long-sufferingly.

"Regardless, Father, some discipline should be--"

"I agree with Hermes." A deep voice spoke suddenly, and Shiva lifted his gaze to where Odin sat, staring down at You and Indra with a cold, unimpressed look in his eye. "Accident or not, this can not go unaddressed. Or are the self-professed leaders of the Greek and Hindu Pantheons unable to control their own members?"

Shiva felt a stab of irritation - who was Odin to talk? Like his lot were so well behaved? - but he reached down to catch Durga's hand as it coiled around her weapon. Best not to start a brawl in the Gods Council Chamber (he could still remember the last one, and shuddered slightly at the memory. Nobody left that one unmarked.)

Zeus laughed, but Shiva could hear the sharp edge that had formed in his voice, the spark in the air moments before a lightning strike. He did not like to be questioned, either. "Perhaps you, Odin, would care too--"

Shiva seized the moment to rise from his seat, and spoke loudly and clearly. "He may return with us for a time." He gestured down to you and Indra. "To spend time among my pantheon." He smiled at you, allowing a faintly wolfish edge to enter his tone. "To learn from us. That is what you wanted in the first place, yes?"

You stared up at him in surprise. Beside you, Indra shook his head, but Shiva caught the pleased smirk flashing across his face. You shook yourself, grinning brightly as you bowed slightly towards Shiva.

"It would be a great pleasure, Lord Shiva." You said, tilting your head upwards, softly mouthing something only Shiva could hear. "For us both, I assure you."

Oh, he was going to enjoy you.

Odin sounded thoroughly unimpressed. "I hardly see what kind of punishment--"

"Oh, I'll put him through the ringer." Shiva said cheerfully, crossing his upper arms behind his head, grinning as Parvati struggled to contain her laughter beside him. "Both he and Indra. A good, stern talking to. Ensure it won't happen again, and all that." He nodded towards Aphrodite. "Does this please the offended party?"

Aphrodite smiled, looking delightfully amused. "Have your lovely wives share some of their finery, and I will consider it even, as the humans say."

"Ooooh!" Parvati waved from beside him. "I have some fabric you would love--"

"Excellent!" Zeus clapped his hands together, the sound of thunder signalling the end of the meeting. "Council adjourned."

Odin looked as though he wanted to smite everyone in the chamber, his birds squawking indignantly at his shoulders, but Shiva ignored him to focus on you whispering to Indra, who chuckled lowly and tugged at your hip as you both headed towards the exit. You cast a quick glance over your shoulder, shooting Shiva as playful smirk as you slipped around the corner.

You were going to be an interesting guest, Shiva thought to himself, smirking softly. He couldn't wait to hear a thoroughly clear account of you and Indra's encounter.

Perhaps a demonstration would be in order.

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[cyrojelly]

Snv! Lu Bu x Seductive! Reader

For the record, this is purely self-indulgent for me as I love that feral man!

- First and foremost, you two are gonna get side eyes and looks! Nobody has no clue how you two are together, with him being all feral and brutish while you are siren eyes and sparkles!

- Lu bu was initially attracted to your demeanor how you demand attention with your presence and how you take nothing from nobody but he fell in love with your sweet nature and how you're always so confident in him!

- You have no problems telling everyone you're together, and you're often seen hanging off his arm and will defend him to the ends of the heavens!

- Lu Bu will take you out to watch him train and / or train you to defend yourself when he's not around, though he's stoic and can get intense it's a fun time since he knows your not as strong as he is and is more gentle with you!

- In turn, you take him shopping with you he will hold all of your shopping bags without complaint and likes showing off his strength! Modeling clothing for him is a must, and he will greatly appreciate it! Man will practically throw money at anything you look at you want it, it's yours as I believe he'd have a lot of money as a war general!

- You get real touchy with him, always caressing him and telling him how gorgeous he is to you. He adores your praise! You once gushed to your friends about him over the phone, and he could almost swore he heard wedding bells!

- Other people and gods claim to have no clue what you see in him since their impression of him is a feral beast of a man that is always two seconds away from a rampage. Their not completely wrong but you like that feral side to him it makes for a very fun time (especially at night~).

- But you know there's more to him than that, and you will fight anyone who dares to talk down to your man! He will also bash anyone who talks down to you either. Yall are wild, but you're wild together and wouldn't trade each other for the world!

- He's not the most romantic guy out there and not really the best with his words, so he often shows you through action, either holding you close or gently biting you (you can't tell me he doesn't love bite during intimate moments) not to hurt but to mark you as his and since he knows you love it when he gets a bit playful!

- Your top supporters are Chen and lu bu's army they adore having you around since you make Lu Bu happy and because you're very sweet and help them convey things to lu bu that they're a bit too nervous to!

- Cuddling in bed is a must no matter how busy he is, he will always take time to hold you close and show you how much you mean to him!

- Since you are pretty seductive, a lot of people tend to take it the wrong way and believe your flirting even though you were just being nice and may attempt to pursue you further so yeah you've had a few stalkers in your life but lucky for you lu bu is now in the picture so all you have to do is say the word and your man is taking care of the issue!

- Overall, it's a very loving relationship despite what anyone thinks, and you'll go to the ends of the earth for each other! He's yours and your his!

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Thanks for reading, and let me know if you all want more, Lu bu! Have a great day! -Neo☆

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Preview of chapter 2 of ~I'm not who you think I am~

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Brunhilde:- I understand… I can say that you are not a threat to the plan to save humanity and that you have nothing against me, although you must understand that I cannot grant you my trust so easily since I do not have anything against you either, it is simply because caution. -she tells me in a calm and thoughtful way, then she says with a tone trying to sound kind- I know that you were chosen by our excellence, but I don't know the reason why she did all this and the Ragnarok contingency plan, that made me take thebaton, making me responsible for it when the time came to present it at the meeting of the gods to decide thefate of humanity.

What?! Isn't the plan to make Ragnarok so that humanity has another chance to live Brunhilde's? It can't be… all this is a contingency plan for that woman called "Lady avatar", if only she were a canon character I could know something about her intentions and a little about her person, but it is completely useless since about that topic I'm in the dark.

This makes no sense in the manga and anime itself, they presented Brunhilde as the mastermind of generating Ragnarok and the leader of humanity's side, manipulating all kinds of resources to defeat the gods… All the attention was on Brunhilde , but they never mention this avatar of Lady in the story of this story and the only time they mention a situation before Ragnarok is when the protagonist goes to Buddha to teach him about Ichiren Takushou or Samavadhana and it's just a small panel in the manga or a small scene about inside the anime. But that was a week before Ragnarok happened!

So, does that mean that the Valkyries who belong to the Norse pantheon follow the orders of this Lady Avatar? It would make some sense, since at the beginning of the manga there is talk of a hidden potential of the Valkyries, an important role that is related to humans and that they were not under the orders of another type of deity… Also, what Göll told me about this woman is interesting because she briefly told me about her role and it was that since the beginning of time she must always maintain all kinds of balance from the karmic to the dharmic level, technically with that information she would surpass that of the Buddha role of being an enlightened one and guiding all beings. Lady avatar is a main deity who comprehensively maintains balance in all forms of her, but the million dollar question would be why does she need my common soul like mine to replace her if she is so powerful? It doesn't make sense, there are too many pieces of the puzzle that I don't know and I can't jump to conclusions since I'm not sure that Brunhilde with her manipulative and calculating mind is telling me the truth and I also can't theorize so many things about this woman because I barely know her his existence.

Anyway… the only thing I have left is to trust Brunhilde's word that she is going to try to help me in this matter and that she will keep her word, while I try to help her in the Ragnarok plan.

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hello everyone! After a long time hehe sorry, I publish part of chapter 2 of this fanfic, finally! Well, I'm catching up on the manga of this series and I had the inspiration I needed to write it since I had several ideas about how to write it but I couldn't decide until I could find a way. Anyway, now there won't be so much time until I can publish chapter 2 in its entirety. Have a nice day, afternoon or night!

~Reiko Yukimura~

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