#cult of dionysus
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and you never invited me? (Wooyoung x fem! Reader)
Synopsis: where you’re sexually frustrated while Wooyoung is on discord with his girlies, so you decide to hide under his blanket and rub one off, thinking to get it over and done with—that is, until Wooyoung catches you.
Word count: 1.7K
Genre/warnings: Masturbation, mentioned porn watching, sexual fantasies, voyeurism (kind of!), Wooyoung catches you masturbating, unprotected sex, creampies, established relationship
A/n: idk where this idea came from but it definitely came from somewhere 🤔
Wooyoung leans back into chair, laughing at his friends on discord as his earpiece tugs slightly taut. He’s online with a couple of his buddies since they invited him to play online games. From time to time, he glances at you to make sure you’re okay and you were mostly stoning, wrapped in his blanket, while scrolling through your phone.
You peek from the screen.
“Not done yet babe?” You ask, fighting the sleep. He passes a glance at you with an apologetic smile. “A little longer okay?”
You nod, as you sink into the blankets a little more, feeling the comforting warmth as well as his scent just floating around you.
It was all good until your thoughts begin running wild when something on your timeline pops up, something that made your toes curl in budding arousal. Wooyoung’s smell only made it worse as it only sucks you in think about him doing that to you. The worst part was that he was just right across you, in his own world as his loud ass, cute ass laughter which echoes in the room.
You glance back at the media in front of you, pushing your thighs together as your pussy begins to soak your panties. Fuck, the thought of Wooyoung’s cock in you never ceases to heat you up, no matter how many times the both of you fuck like rabbits.
Your breathing deepens slightly as you slowly pull the sheets over you. Thankfully the ac was on so you likely wouldn’t suffocate from the heat. You scroll down the nsfw page as your hand slides beneath your pants and panties, already anticipating the slick texture of your pussy from the arousal.
This was even more exciting, considering there was a chance of getting caught by your own boyfriend, who was just seated across you. Propping the phone onto your abdomen, supporting it with your less dominant hand, you continue to scroll as you collect your essence to rub over your clit, biting down moans in the process.
The dopamine rush hits you whenever the pads of your fingers slide over your nub, and you could barely keep your eyes opened from the pleasure. Small whimpers escape your lips as you struggle to keep your voice to the minimum, especially since Wooyoung only had one side of his ear piece in.
As you continue to pleasure yourself, your mind hazes as your breathing quickens, the knot in your stomach forming. You were doing your best to keep your legs spread open so there was minimal movement for Wooyoung to notice. The pleasure was building pretty rapidly, and you made a point to playfully edge yourself little because you didn’t want to come so quick. But no matter, the feeling in your cunt still builds as you begin clenching uselessly, and you feel the orgasm approaching quickly.
You don’t notice that your phone slides off your abdomen and hits the floor with a loud thud, shocking Wooyoung. He doesn’t mute, and walks over as he removes his ear piece to retrieve your phone from the floor and he’s confused at the lump of blanket on his bed.
That is, until he pulls off the blanket, at the exact moment your orgasm hits you as the knot snaps, the feeling flushing through your lower body as your pussy clenches at the air. Your thighs shake, from the pleasure as your eyes roll back and you cry out Wooyoung’s name as softly as you could, over and over, alongside ‘fuck’s and praises to the heavens.
“Fuck”, was the first thing Wooyoung says as he watches you whither and twitch below you. Your eyes regain its line of vision and it lands on Wooyoung, who was standing beside the bed, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping the blanket.
You stare at him, still dazed, only thoughts about him fucking you and chasing after your second orgasm. Small whines escape your lips as you press your thighs together, letting the feeling of overstimulation bleed into you before you go in for the next round. Wooyoung was already back at his computer, telling his friends that he has something urgent to attend to, and muting his mic before dedicating his attention all to you—a whining, twitching and moaning mess.
“And you didn’t invite me?” Wooyoung asks, as he climbs into his bed, pulling his slightly stained sweats off him as his hard erection emerges. Fuck. You remember he doesn’t wear underwear. And the fact that it was so prominent only drives your arousal.
“You were busy…”, you trail off, catching small breaths, watching him intently as he grabs and pulls your panties and boxers down in one swift motion, your pulsing cunt just looking so thirsty, as your arousal had already coat your whole cunt. But it wasn’t enough.
Wooyoung sits back for a moment and simply stares at you. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“Go on. Continue. I’m not fucking you till you cum since you made me miss your first”, he smirks, his bare cock twitching in excitement.
You sigh in pleasure, not wanting to admit how good it feels to look humiliating in front of Wooyoung, as your fingers begin lightly rubbing your clit once more, your legs spread wide open for Wooyoung to enjoy the show he missed.
Having your juices already overflowing your cunt made it so much easier to masturbate, not to mention the overstimulation from the first orgasm only egged you on. Your fingers move more quickly as you play with your clit in circles, feeling the knot build again, your moans now louder, for Wooyoung to soak in. He starts pumping his cock slowly, and it’s obvious he’s holding himself back as he groans.
The second orgasm nears a lot faster than you thought as you feel the familiar sensation of your cunt about to burst, and the moment the knot snaps, and your second orgasm floods your senses, you cry out even louder.
“Fuck, Wooyoung, this feels so good.”
“Wooyoung, so good. I’m cumming so much for you.”
Speaking of Wooyoung, his eyes look glazed over as he watches your cunt spit out your orgasm and clench the air.
“So fucking beautiful when you’re unwound like this”, he says as inches over to you, taking your hand off your wet and sopping cunt, and sucking off your juices from your fingers. His cock was just resting on your cunt. “Such a good girl.”
“Wooyoung,” you barely managed out. “Need your cock in me, please.”
Wooyoung smiles as he lowers his cock to your entrance and it pushes in so easily thanks to your fluids. Wooyoung’s breath hitch as your warm pussy hits him. His face gets contorted in pleasure when he feels you squeeze around him and his gaze lands on you.
“Doing this on purpose babe?”
You surprise a giggle in playfulness which instantly switches over to pleasure the moment he pulls out mid way and slams his cock right into you.
“We fucked so many times that your pussy only remembers the shape of my cock”, Wooyoung taunts, soaking in the fucked out, blissed expression you gave him. “Of course, my cock is the only one you need-“
His cock pulls out, then two ruts into you.
“-right?”
The arousal climbs through your spine like electricity when the words get processed in your head, and you arch your back, trying to get fit all of Wooyoung into you as much as you could.
“Yours”, you exhale, your arms reaching to wrap around Wooyoung as a thin layer of sweat coats him. “Yours, and only yours.”
“Good girl”, he praises as leans back to get a better angle, his hands smoothing your thighs as he coaxes you to spread them open further before he has them lunged over his shoulder and he starts fucking you relentlessly.
His room doesn’t even exist at that point, the only thing you feel is dick driving so deeply in and out of you, and that’s the only thing you ever wanted to feel.
You wanted to hide your eyes beneath your arm but Wooyoung grabs your arm and pins it above you, doing the same with your other.
“You can’t hide from me, babe”, he teases as he pounds into you again, grunting at the way you’re squeezing him.
“Cumming… so close, Woo. Keep going, please”, you beg, squeezing your thighs as Wooyoung only pushes them apart. His thrusts become more erratic as he feels himself twitch in you, being fueled by your pitched moans.
The knot in your stomach snaps as your third orgasm shakes your body and Wooyoung cums almost instantly the moment your pussy pulses around him, spilling all his load into your cunt.
“Fuck, so good. Your pussy is so fucking amazing babe, fuck”, he moans, still emptying himself into you as he jerks from time to time. Your energy is spent, since you literally came three fucking times. Wooyoung pulls out and grunts at the sensitivity of his cock, his tip and your cunt linked by a thick slick of cum.
He reaches out for a box of tissues and collects his cum cleaning himself up first, albeit a little hastily because he wanted to clean you up quickly, especially since you were already slumped onto his bed, breathing slowly. You flinch slightly as your pussy leaks out his cum, and Wooyoung swallows hard, trying to focus on just cleaning you up, fighting away the thoughts of wanting to keep fucking and cumming into your little tight hole non-stop just to keep the image of his cum in your pussy imprinted into his retinas.
“You okay?” He asks, stroking your hair gently. You nod, meeting his eyes as you smile fondly at him, the oxytocin rushing into you.
“I love you,” you say, now the exhaustion starting to hit you. Wooyoung lightly slaps your cheek. “Don’t fall asleep yet. You need to wash up.”
You groan in laziness, not wanting to leave the comfortable space.
Wooyoung crosses his arms before pulling up his boxers, sticking his hand out to you.
“See, you should have invited me.”
#ateez#ateez scenarios#ateez smut#ateez fanfic#ateez imagines#ateez x reader#smut#ateez fic#ateez wooyoung#jung wooyoung#wooyoung smut#kpop fic#cultofdionysusnet#cult of dionysus
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fic idea
so I saw a post about how the pain cult, the cult of Dionysus, is very similar to the court of owls and how it might be a faction of it.
Which makes sense because that's how secret societies work. The illuminati were a splintered of faction of the free masons until they were eliminated.
There a many factions of free masonry, so why wouldn't there be many factions of the court of owls?
So imagine with me here that the cult of Dionysus, faction of the COO, exists as a way of recruitment. You endure all this pain and if you're loyal and make your way up through the ranks you get to be sacrificed to Dionysus.
But what if that's actually a recruitment in the COO ceremony? Something that tests your trust and loyalty. If you are willing to give yourself away for the cause then you earn a place in the upper ranks of the cult.
And I think you know what I'm getting at here now, court of owls bernard.
So they defeated the pain cult and Bernard is under the impression he is safe now.
He's not. The COO are angry and they want him back, he's a very valuable asset with all the connections he has. And they wanna figure out he draws in so much paranormal attention, how he earnt the trust of Robin.
So they eventually kidnap him yes? Tim is distraught!
And when he finally gets Bernard back he can tell something's different. He thinks maybe it's the trauma of everything he's been through.
Little does his know the COO have been successful in their painful torture and brainwashing. Bernard isn't Bernard anymore. He's a ghost wearing Bernard's skin, he's a broken in soul looking through someone else's eyes, wearing someone else's smile. He moves wrong, his eyes are dull and vacant. He's not he he used to be, he's something else completely.
And the worst thing? His feelings for Tim haven't changed, he loves Tim so strongly it's the only thing he kept of himself other than his appearance.
And that puts Tim in even more danger than if Bernard didn't love him. He'd be in danger either way, keeping a member of the COO in his company. But love makes things sharp and painful and complicated. Love is the perfect leverage the COO needs to infiltrate the bats and spread their disease.
And Tim doesn't even know it yet.
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fuck this. I'm making a new religion. it'll be called the cult of dionysus and I'm accepting everyone who is normal about trans people and wants capitalism to die.
#trans#gay#nonbinary#autisim#we will provide quiet rooms for people who dont like noise.#anti-capitalist#anti-police#nurodivergent#adha#transfem#transmasc#progress#pride#cult of dionysus
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I'm using the mating tent
and I learn that my spouses have a taste for gods because most of them have at least one bishop lover, my wife Barbatos is in love with freaking T.O.W.W.B(Narinder)
#cult of the lamb#Cotl#cotl bishops#Mating tent#cotl lamb#cotl narinder#cotl sins of the flesh#Cotl spouses#Cult of Dionysus#Cotl Barbatos#The one who waits below#the one who waits#Cotl OC#dionysus
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My partner @halflngs's lovely PC for my campaign Harp(ocrates) and their ....lover(?) Dionysus (who knows what's going on there)
I love Harp so much, chaotic Satyr in the cult of Dionysus, absolute menace in all social situations. I think at this point they just leave glitter anywhere they go.
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I think it’s probably a crime that no one has done an animatic of Bernard Dowd to this song:
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And if I knew how to animate then I’d fix it but I can’t so here we are
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I need to know who made Bern feel so isolated and abandoned that he got wrapped up in a cult bc wtf
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I just remembered that l made a story where a guy, who parallels Dionysus, creates a cult, and a girl, who parallels Ariadne, joins it because her friend is a member, also the cult worships Dionysus
#greek mythology#dionysus#ariadne#cult#cult of dionysus#oc story#l want to post more art#but l only have a finget and phone
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soo i was listening to a song and made my new favourite ship
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go and listen to this now so you can have the context
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Just had the idea that if Zeus ever came to the cult of Dionysus looking to join in with n the polyamory the entire group would just shun him or the maenads would physically attack him because he they’re all into consensual sex and Zeus just sucks so much that he’d just be sat on the sidelines feeling grumpy after everyone ignored him.
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Apollo: Bro, why do you have a cult?
Dionysus: I’m a drunk. I don’t know how I do anything.
#greek mythology#dionysus#apollo#the simpsons#incorrect quotes#incorrect greek gods#cult of dionysus#greek myth#aaron’s post
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Is it just me, or the Dionysus Cult seems like a discount Court of Owls? Maybe I'm just making this out because only because both of them has a maze, but... do you think CoO would also work as well? Instead of making up new cults/enemies?
You know what might be a good idea? That the cult is a splinter from the court. Bad guys are bad guys, so it shouldn't be strange that they fight among themselves. I would love to see how these groups' dynamics works.
#tim drake robin#dc robin#bernard dowd#cult of dionysus#chaos monster#chaos monsters#court of owls#batman
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Okay but why is the song The cult of Dionysus just in general good. Also for my Ghostsoaproach ship, i can imagine the lines they'd say
G: "I'm feeling devious!"
S: "You're looking glamorous!"
R: "LETS GET MISCHIEVOUS, AND POLYAMOROUS!"
G-S-R: "Wine and Woman and Wonderful vices! Welcome to the cult of Dionysus!"
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My Favorite Moment with: Lord Dionysus
Lord Dionysus was one of the first deities to reach out to me. I had put up a small altar for Him, but He is a god that demands attention that I was not ready to give, so He left until I was ready for Him. That time came mid 2021.
I had recently taken over my mother’s lease on a one bedroom apartment so she could move South to fulfill the purpose Her God had for her. She was to work at a sobriety house for women struggling with addiction - a battle my mother knew all to well. For nearly a decade, my mother was a drug user and functional alcoholic. She hid it well - except from my brother who she shared her supply with - but when I was 15 she started to change. She found herself in the pews of a non-demonoationional church that offered her a way out. Our relationship, which was not build on a solid foundation, began to change. I had come out to her as trans nearly two years prior, and she was accepting. I was allowed to transition socially and when I was a month away from 16, I began my medical transition. Drastic change didn’t happen until she started attending a Pentecostal church that told her parents of queer children were failures. She told me this teaching, laughing it off as a ridiulous extremist belief, but continued to go to the church. Over time, she began to internalize some of those teachings and she hadn’t been particularly supportive of my transition since.
I had purged my new apartment of any Jesus related items she left behind and put up my own decor. I had been having a tugging feeling toward Dionysus in recent days so one night I stood in my kitchen and connected my phone to the speaker. I found an old song I hadn’t heard since high school and pressed play. I took down the bottle of cheap moscato my mother had left behind (a secret I was to not tell the church) and sipped it - a day or two passed freshness. I began to dance and sing along, bottle in hand.
I’m feeling devious/you’re looking glamorous
Let’s get michevious/and polyamourous
I felt Lord Dionysus join me as I twirled around the small kitchen, laughing and singing loudly. My body tingled and I had the realization - this song was on peoples’ devotional playlists. I was not the only one who heard it and felt a connection to the Divine. I became giddy with glee as I rejoiced in the connection I felt with my community. On the final beat, I took a large swig of the wine, thanking Lord Dionysus for His presence.
I hadn’t queued up the next song; it had automatically played based on my listening habits. I had heard “Rock n Roll Suicide” by David Bowie only a handful of times - enough to recgonize the melody and hum along. I cradled my bottle as the excitement from the last song faded and was replaced by Bowie’s melancholy message. I began to look around my apartment and see it from my mother’s eyes.
She would hate that. I thought, looking at a sign with the Devil and Grim Reaper stirring a pot of coffee. And that. I turned to see my Halloween decor. I sipped the wine and hummed. You’re a rock ‘n’ roll suicide. I picked up a Ninja Turtle action figure - one of the only relics I had left of my baby brother. She’d like this. I thought. Because my mother doesn’t hate me but I’m not sure I’d call it love.
Then I turned to see the bookshelf filled with My faith. She would hate that. This wasn’t just the tarot cards I had when I was 16 that she pretended to not see. This was pendulums and rune stones, painted skulls and half a dozen oracle decks. This was altars and grimoires, this was me.
And she would hate it.
And I thought of every moment she pretended I didn't exist and every disapproving remark she gave and every high horse she rode when spitting on other faiths and how the core parts of my identity were the ones she resented the most.
And Bowie screamed,
You’re not alone
And I fell to my knees
and wept.
And Dionysus was there to pick me back up when it was over and remind me that I am wonderful, and that people are with me in faith. This was the first time I had truly felt “Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide” and I haven’t been the same since. I still tear up everytime I hear that song, and in all honesty I’m tearing up writing this.
And that is my favorite moment with Lord Dionysus.
#dionysus#witchblr#dionysus worship#bowie#greek gods#paganism#my favorite moment#hellenic pantheon#hellenic polytheism#cult of dionysus#writing#writeblr#creative writing
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All this talk of being young and free in the cult of dionysus but tbh I just wanna be like cadmus and tiresias
#Cadmus and tiresias og old man yaoi#They were gay ur honour#Gay bcs they were going to dance in the mountains!!!#The bacchae#Greek myth#studying#tiresias#dionysus#cult of dionysus#euripides
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