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thewritingginger · 1 year

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Posts are gonna be kinda dodgy cuz Im slumpin’ but I'm trying to power through 🤞🏻

Plz mind any mistakes :)

Fandom: Blood of Zeus Pairing: Apollo x M! Reader Word count: 4,1k+ words Warnings: 18+, Modern au, Established relationship, Model! Apollo, Dom/sub behavior, Pet names, Sexting, Phone sex, Guided masturbation, Mutal Masturbation, Slight degrading, Dirty talk (obvi), Praise, Sex toys (vibrator), Anal Fingering, Anal penetration

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Tossing your keys into the bowl by the door of your apartment you let out a tired sigh. Stripping yourself of your jacket and scarf you shoot your boyfriend –Apollo– a text before getting ready for a shower.

Y/n: “Back home, today couldn’t have ended fast enough. Call me when you can. ❤️”

Leaving your phone by the bathroom sink you warm up your shower trying to not stay glued to your phone waiting for Apollo to respond –which has been really hard not to do any free chance you’ve gotten these past two weeks.

Apollo had to leave for a few photo shoot and a show. In the past you’ve gone with him and were able to not only watch him do his work but to travel and explore new places together —though your schedule didn't allow that to happen this time. Although these trips being longer than a week weren’t often, the time apart was never easier because of it. Even when you have to be apart for more than a day the two of you are always sure to have a nightly phone call, along with texts throughout the day.

As you were rinsing your body you heard your phone ding —it was Apollo’s text tone. Finishing up you quickly dry off to see what he had sent.

Apollo: “I’m sorry, my love. I’ll call you later. I have a meeting with my manager. What are you up to?”

Y/n: “No worries. I just took a shower and probably will order out tonight.”

Walking into your shared bedroom you hadn’t even thrown your dirty clothes in the hamper before you got another notification.

Apollo: “Oh, mind showing me? 😏”

Biting your lip you shake your head at his audaciousness.

Y/n: “Don’t you have a meeting?”

Apollo: “Yes but perhaps you can send me a little something as inspiration to end it sooner?”

You’ve always found it hard to deny Apollo, especially in person, but he does make an enticing proposal. Forgetting your task for clothing you go back to the bathroom and wipe the steam off the mirror. With your towel still wrapped around your waist, your hair wet and racked back, you snap a picture with your chest and loosely tied towel in view. Looking it over once more you press send.

Y/n: [Photo Attached]

Apollo: “What a tease you are.”

Y/n: “I guess you’ll have to get done with your meeting if you want more.”

Apollo: “I guess I will. I hope you don’t have anymore plans for the night because when I’m done with you, you’re gonna be too exhausted to move 😉”

Y/n: “Can’t wait.”

Just the thought of it was enough to make your cock twitch with excitement but you hold it back for now. Instead of getting properly dressed you decided to throw on your robe then put in your order for dinner.

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An hour or so has passed since your last text from Apollo, with your meal finished you’re now sitting on the couch watching tv when you got a notification.

Apollo: “My meeting is over and I’m in desperate need. You think you can help me with that?”

You feel giddiness well up inside you when you read his message.

Y/n: “I’m sure I could figure something out. 😊”

Getting off the couch you make your way to your bedroom and into your bedside table, inside is a purple vibrator –Apollo’s favorite to use on you. Laying on the plush mattress of your bed on your belly, you open your camera app and begin recording.

All that can be seen on the screen is your slightly exposed chest, your lips and your tongue lewdly sucking the toy in your hand as if it was a cock. As you suck and spit on the phallic toy you are sure to zoom in and capture the spit dripping down your fingers –just how Apollo likes it.

Pressing send, you flip onto your back with your head propped against your pillows, anticipating your boyfriend’s response.Your cock is already painfully erect and you’ve barely begun.

Instead of a text you receive a phone call, your golden haired boyfriend’s face illuminated on the screen. Pressing the green button you hold the phone to your ear where you hear Apollo’s smooth voice.

“Babyboy, you look so pretty sucking your toy.”

“All for you, Lo. You like watching me suck on stuff?” You ask playfully, eliciting a low chuckle.

“Absolutely but I think I’d like to hear you play with yourself even more.” His forward words make you whimper. “Tell me, baby, what are you wearing?”

“Just my robe, it’s open and just barely able to cover my cock.” You hear a low curse on the other end of the phone making you giggle.

“Send me a picture. I want to see how hard you are for me.”

Doing as he says you take a picture of your barely covered member, your hand wrapped loosely around the base. In a silent moment between snapping the photo and sending it you know the moment Apollo saw it due to the low growl that rings in your ear.

“By the gods, Darling. I want you so badly.”

“Yeah? What would you do if you were here?” You ask, sinking further into the mattress, biting your lip. A soft chuckle tickles your ear.

“If I was there I would strip you of that pesky robe and admire your gorgeous body by running my hands up and down every part of you.”

“Uh huh.” You sigh, running your hand up and down your chest, imagining it was his. “What else?”

“I would then have you spit in my hand and start jerking your pretty cock in my hand till you’re begging for more. Then I would lean down and lick up all the precum that leaks out of your little red tip. I’d suck you off and massage your balls in my hand and when you’re just about to cum I’d pull away –just to hear you whimper.” He sighs hungrily. “ I always do love the way you sound when you’re all worked up for me.”

Listening to Apollo’s honey rich voice depict such naughty things, you begin to slowly jerk your cock creating soft breathy moans to play through the phone.

“Is my baby getting excited from just my words?”

“Uh huh.”

“Use your words, Darling. Tell me, what are you doing?” Taking a few breaths you collect your words.

“I’m stroking myself, imagining it’s you.” Your admission blooms heat to your cheeks but it's rewarded with a warm hum of approval.

“Yeah? Give your pretty cock a little squeeze for me and rub your tip with your thumb.” Doing as he instructs you keen into the receiver. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Is your tip leaking?” You give another groaned ‘yes’. “Gather it on your fingers and lick them clean.”

Giving your shaft a few more tugs you milk the few drops of precum that’s beginning to drip down your length onto your fingers and begin sucking them clean, humming into the speaker.

“Does that taste good?”

“Yes, Sir.” You say.

“Good boy.”

“Where are you?” You breathlessly ask, your hand continuing to slowly stroke your member. A low rumble from Apollo’s chest meets your ears with his response.

“Well, my little dove, if you must know I’m in the back of my chauffeur’s car with only the dividing wall between us as I palm myself to your sweet sounds.”

An low uncontrolled groan is pulled from your lips at the thought of him pleasuring himself so close to someone else blissfully unaware of the erotic act taking place behind them. Your public figure boyfriend doing the unthinkable with a high likelihood of getting caught all because of his desperation for you.

You pull this from him.

Lust.

Hunger.

Depravity.

The very idea makes your hand move quicker on its own.

“Does that excite you, Baby?” Apollo asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” You breathe, needing more you mewl. “Talk to me, please, Sir. I need to hear you.” The other end of the line rings with a dark chuckle.

“So needy. So impatient.” He tsks mockingly. “What more could you need, babyboy? You have me. I’m listening to you jerk your pretty cock. What else is there?

“Perhaps you need me to tell you what a dirty boy you are for making me pull my cock out in the backseat of my driver’s car? How I wish you were here to clean up the precum already leaking from my tip with your tongue. Would you like that? To taste me? Have me fill your mouth till I spill down your throat?”

You can hear a slight hitch in Apollo’s voice, a clear indicator that he is stroking himself as well. The shuffling of clothing and the soft shift of leather beneath him as he gets himself comfortable for your play. The next few minutes the two of you merely exchange fevered breath and cursed moans as you feel yourselves to the idea of each other.

“Baby, you have your toy with you?” You give a hum of approval. “Good. Turn it on for me, put it up to the mic so I can hear it vibrate against my ear.” Doing as instructed, you release yourself to find the vibrator you’d discarded on the sheets. Turning it on you hold it in front of the receiver and touch it with a soft moan.

“Give it a filthy suck for me.” Again you quickly obey, earning you praise. “Good boy. Make it nice and wet, pretend it's my cock you’re prepping for your little asshole.”

Slurping on the vibrating toy between your lips makes your cock twitch with excitement, more sheer white liquid spilling out.

“Run it up and down your shaft and around your tip, Baby. No cumming! Just edge yourself.” A shudder runs down your spine at the sound of Apollo spitting into his hand to wet himself.

Doing as he says you slide the tip of the toy along your length and around the flare of your engorged tip, coating the silicon in your drippings.

“That feel good?”

“Yes, Sir.” You squeak out, your eyes screwed shut —the image of Apollo’s godly naked form painted behind your eyelids.

“Rub it against your balls.”

The vibrations that go through your tightening sack makes your toes curl and another choked moan releases into the silent room air.

“Speak to me, Baby. How are you feeling? What does my naughty little boy need?” You are almost so lost in the shock waves the vibrations are shooting through you to comprehend the words your boyfriend said into your ear. Swallowing a moan and wetting your lips you find the words.

“I feel needy for more. I need you to- to stretch me out. I feel so empty, Sir. Please.” You sound pathetic but you don’t care and neither does the man on the other end.

Your confession is met with mock sympathy.

“Poor, Baby. Needs his boyfriend to fill him up. Play with his little hole, make it loose and well used, huh? Need me to spit on it, make it sloppy. Stuff in my fingers to prepare you for my fat hard cock?”

“Yes. Yes!” You gasp, teasing your contracting hole with the pulsing vibrations of the toy in your shaking hand.

“Fuck. You sound so cute.” He says almost to himself. “Baby, reach into your bedside drawer and get your lube.”

You instantly toss the vibrator to the side. Hitting the speaker button you place your phone on the pillows beside you to grab the tube of clear gel in your bed sit table.

“Put it on your fingers and rub it everywhere. Coat your pretty cock, your tight balls and on and around that needy little hole of your’s. I want to be able to hear your hand moving against yourself any way I tell you to.”

Squirting a generous glob of lubricant onto your fingertips, snapping the lid shut and tossing it next to your toy, you begin rubbing the cold gel against the hot skin of your erection and most intimate areas. The vulgar sound of your wet palm working yourself fills the air alongside your breathy moans and sighs.

One hand is squeezing your shaft with every stroke, as the other kneads the slick into your sensitive balls —with your fingers moving further south to tease your clenching asshole.

“You sound so beautiful, Darling. Sounding so slick and desperate for me. Tell me what you’re doing. Paint me an image to jerk off to.” His lust coated voice purrs into your ear.

You tell him of your sprawled out naked form, your robe lost on the floor –forgotten– and your working hands on your groin.

“I’m stroking my cock and massaging my balls with lube like you told me to and made my needy hole sloppy how you like it.”

“You teasing your little asshole with your fingers?” He intersects.

“Yes, Sir.” He tsks in disapproval. “I’m sorry, Sir. I -ah- I couldn’t help it.” You whine with a high keen from the duel stimulation of your hands on your genitals.

“I know, my naughty boy. Always so excited for me with little patience.” You whimper apologetically that Apollo knows is hollow from your pleasure-filled moans.

I should punish you for your disobedience.” He lets his words hang between you, interrupted by a lusty moan of his own. “But… I’ll let it slide this one time for me having to leave you in this sorry state.” You eagerly whimper in agreement.

“Yes, please. I tried waiting for you but I miss you so much, Sir.”

“I know, Sweet boy and you’ve done so good for me. When I get home I’m gonna worship you as you deserve for being so good.” His promising and praising words melt over you, sending a shudder down your quivering form.

“As you stroke yourself can you insert one of your fingers into your tight hole for me?”

“Yes, Sir.” You instinctively reply

Releasing your testicals you readjust yourself against the pillows to better reach between your spread legs. Gathering the slick dripping around your hole you prod it with your middle finger teasingly a few times before finally sinking it knuckle deep. A high pitch sigh escapes your lips.

“Good boy. Start slowly pumping your finger till you can press another one in.”

Guiding you through your ministrations of your own genitals with body melting praise and bone chilling filth spewing into your ear till you’re able to comfortably curl three digits within your tight cavity.

“That’s my boy. Play with your ass harder, I want to hear the squelching of your fingers stretching you.” A choked-gasping moan tears through your throat as your movements become more aggressive. Hungry. Needy. Your other hand gripped around the tip of your shaft, thumb pressed and rubbing against your profusely leaking head.

“Sir- please. I- fuck!” You cry.

Balls tightening, cock twitching and eyes screwed shut with muscles cramping with built up tension. You can feel your end nearing and it feels so good. You want nothing more than to erupt in this moment with your fist wrapped around your raging erection and knuckles deep in your own quivering asshole but that relief was pulled out from under you by Apollo’s commanding voice rumbling in your ear.

“Stop!”

You groan and whimper in frustration at your obedient body pulling away at his single worded command –body shivering, toes curled and chest heaving.

“Good boy.” His rich voice smooths over your pleasure deprived body. “You were so close, weren’t you, Baby?” A sniffled ‘uhuh’ was your response as a frustrated tear streaks down your heated cheek.

“I know, Darling. I’m sorry but I couldn’t let our fun end just yet.” He says sweetly through the speaker. “We haven’t even gotten to properly use your toy, have we?” He asks, a clear smirk in his voice.

“No, Sir.” You manage to say, through heavy breath.

“No.” He parrots. “And what a shame it’d be to not.” He chuckles.

“Pick up your toy and put more lube on it, I want my vibrator to slide smoothly into your pretty asshole. Make it nice and easy to fuck yourself with it.” You give a whimpered ‘yes, sir’ as you dutifully spread more gel along the length of the purple toy and more on your waiting hole.

“Vibrate it against your hole. And no touching your cock.” The second half comes out as a thinly veiled threatening command. If you had half a mind left you might tempt that and purposefully disobey Apollo’s words but your well trained body was running on autopilot. Doing everything to please your boyfriend. To do just as he says for the rich reward of his praising words.

Rimming your hole with the toy, it takes everything not to finally shove it fully into your gummy walls. But you’re good. You wait despite your pleading body.

After a small eternity of sending vibrating pulses through your hole that is clenching the prodding silicone tip, eager to suck it in.

“Please- I need it, Sir. Please.” You plead wantonly, as your other hand rubs against your exposed chest, pinching and teasing your hard nipples for much needed stimulation.

“You haven’t touched your cock? Or pressed into your needy hole without my permission?”

“No, Sir. I was good. I promise.” You cry, hoping your words ring earnestly in his ears, granting you what you need most.

A torturous moment of his deafening silent tongue, nothing but his low growls and a grumbled ‘shit’ to be heard in the speaker.

“Go ahead, Baby. Stuff your slutty hole with your toy. Pretend it’s my cock. Imagine it’s me fucking into you. Pressing your body into the mattress with my hips.” You can hear the staggering in Apollo’s voice, his hand moving audibly faster with the added wetness of his spit.

Inserting the toy that doesn’t fill you nearly as much as you need. With your eyes squeezed shut you try to imagine it’s Apollo’s cock but it's not and that knowledge only makes your desperate misery deeper. Your free hand still resists touching your painfully hard cock, opting to continue toying with your nipples. Touching the expanse of your heated flesh with your palm.

“Please, Sir. Let me touch my -ah- my cock. Please. Please.” You are so hot, it feels as if a fire has been set under your skin, you’re past the point of caring about begging. You’d gladly grovel and lick the ground under Apollo’s feet for the chance to get the relief you’re so desperately seeking.

Thank the gods he takes pity on you, his voice just as debauched as yours.

“Yes, Baby boy. Stroke your cock. Squeeze it hard. I want to hear your cries of pleasure in my ear as I cum. I’m so close, Darling.” He growls, his voice low and restrained.

“My cock is so fucking hard for you, Baby. I should be the one inside your fucked out hole, not that toy. I should be the one making you cry, seeing your cute face —all fucked out and euphoric. Fuck!

Can you hear how hopelessly I’m stroking my cock, trying to make myself cum?”

You can’t. You are barely registering the words Apollo is saying through the rushing wave of pleasure crashing over you. You moan an affirmative sound anyway with your helpless ‘please’ and whimpered ‘yes’.

The two of you are no longer sharing coherent thoughts, you’re merely urging the other to their ends with praise and gratified sounds.

“So good for me. Fuck. I need you. Crave you. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”

“Yes, Apollo. I’m- I-.” You are unable to finish your declaration before your high overtakes your body.

The never ending pulsing of the vibrator invading your quivering walls, hitting that secret button deep within, doesn’t falter along with your persistent fist. In a moment of blinding heat, the imaginary cord within you snaps and splits you into a million deliciously destroyed pieces.

Streams of hot white spunk shoot from your flared tip, painting your panting chest. The hand holding the toy slows, as well as your moving fist milking the last drops of your pent up seed till your fatigued riddled body slumps —the toy still lodged inside you and hand grasping your exhausted shaft.

All that’s left with your tired-shaky breath is the soundtrack of Apollo’s impending end. His breath horse and haggard as his hellbent hand furiously jerks his cock till his finally silently roars an open mouthed groan of release.

The next few moments are filled with your collective gasping breaths, the low hum of the vibrator overstimulating your used hole and soon a warm and coughed out chuckle from Apollo. You can faintly hear rustling coming from his end as he —presumably— begins cleaning himself up.

Then a finalizing sigh comes through.

“Are you still with me, Darling?” He asks, humor lacing his voice making you tiredly chuckle in return.

“Barely.” You joke. “That was-.”

“Wonderful.” Apollo finishes. It was –considering what you had available in your current separation.

With gentle guidance you turn off and slowly remove the vibrator from your pulsing insides and manage to turn your slack body onto your side, bringing the phone closer to your face.

“I miss you so much, Baby.” You confess, a bittersweet edge ringing true in the end.

“I know.” He really does.

Basking in the afterglow of your intense high, you listen to Apollo’s melodic voice praising you and saying more promises that makes your cock tempted to twitch back to life sooner than expected.

“Be prepared, my darling boy, once I get back you’re not leaving that bed till I’m satisfied.”

“Sounds like the kind of torture I can get behind.”

“You should be very careful what you wish for, you might end up biting off more than you can chew at once.” A giddy feeling wells up in your chest but is interrupted by the sound of a knock coming from the front door.

You let out a disappointed groan, you didn’t want to end your flirtations yet.

“What’s wrong?”

“There is someone at the door but maybe if I just stay here they’ll go away.” You say playfully but are met with a disapproving Apollo.

“No, no. Be a good boy and answer the door.”

“Fine.” You sigh, willing your body to sit up sighing from a delicious soreness radiating from beneath you.

And as if on cue, just as you were about to pick up your discarded rope Apollo interrupts you.

“Naked.” The single word makes you stop in your tracks.

“What?”

“You heard me. Be a good boy and answer the door –naked.” You try to retaliate but his tone leaves little for argument. “You are my obedient boy, aren’t you?” He asks, teasingly, knowing it’ll spark your submissive need to please. Gathering your dazed courage you sigh out a coy ‘okay’.

Walking out of your bedroom on shaky legs you patter over to the door with a thrilling mix of shame and excitement turning in your belly. Peeking through the peephole you don’t see anything —it’s covered, leaving only darkness in your sight.

“I can’t see who it is.” You whisper into the receiver making Apollo chuckle.

“That’s ok, just open it.” Swallowing your resignation and in a push of sudden courage you unlatch the lock and open the door.

On the other side is a smug, and slightly disheveled, looking Apollo hanging up the phone, shoving it into his pocket.

“I told you it’d be okay.” He says smugly, stepping into the doorway to capture your nude form in his arms. The door quickly shuts behind him as you leap into his arms, his hands eagerly cup under your ass. Your lips are locked with tongues in a desperate battle for dominance as he slips off his shoes and walks the two of you back to your shared bedroom.

The wind is knocked from your lung when he throws your back to the mattress before him. Propped on your elbows you watch entranced and bewildered as your boyfriend undoes his tie and begins stripping himself of his pointless expensive clothing.

“I hope you’re prepared, my darling.” He says, crawling over your body that is moving further up the mattress, in nothing but his underwear with a very prominent tent already forming.

“I wasn’t lying when I said we’d be in here till I’m done with you.

And I intend to uphold that promise.”

I’m still not very well versed in writing Male x Male stuff, i hope this wasn’t too bad

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pinkmirth · 26 days

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god he looks so kissable

#just started blood of Zeus (after putting off episode one for like a year lol)#and everyone is so hawwwwt #but heron? ohhh heron #he’s so cuuuuuute oh my goodness #and he reminds me of richter!#but apollo is def my favorite >.<#pretty boys all around #and the second season’s on its way! so binging it now is perfect timing #boz smut on the way maybe . . ? 🤭#꒰ঌ rambles.ᐟ ໒꒱#ৎ୭ ⨾ heron.ᐟ #꒰ঌ blood of zeus.ᐟ ໒꒱#blood of zeus #boz

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maomao92 · 1 month

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Don't y'all hate when y'all are reading smut and the author starts saying shit that doesn't make sense, like how the fuck is his balls slapping against her clit in missionary 🤨😐

#blood of Zeus x reader #hotd smut #demon slayer smut #vampire diaries smut #tr smut #black butler smut

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imkindaschizoidontknow · 30 days

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I accidentally assaulted Clarisse

NEW SERIES ALERT

summary: A new girl at camp, but…. She’s different..

warnings: minimal swearing

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Ow. “Ow” is a onomatopoeia, I think, but it didn’t matter if I was grammatically correct, because I had just hit Clarisse La Rue in the head with a rubber axe during practice with the Stoll brothers, and she was now sitting on the ground in a fetal position, holding her head in agony, and staring at me with anger in her eyes.

“Oh my God” I muttered under my breath, as I slowly backed away. “Avery, come back, she’s, she’s not going to hurt you!” Connor Stoll pleaded, but then Clarisse began to get off of the grass and I sprinted towards the strawberry fields. I looked around frantically, trying to see if Clarisse was still following me, but then I caught a glimpse of Beckendorf scolding Clarisse, and I visibly relaxed.

Okay, quick Backstory: two days ago I nearly got killed by a big bear-wolf thing. A goat-child told me that my mom fucked a Greek God and I’m the offspring. If that makes sense. I thought my mom was Hindu, can multiple Gods exist at once? Anyways, the goat guy brought me back to this cool camp and I got to talk to a horse man and a LITERAL GREEK GOD but he was an asshole so I don’t really care about him to be honest. Fast forward to now, this is my first day training, and I somehow managed to injure 5 people, including myself.

I was sitting down under a tree, trying to catch my breathe after running a fricking marathon trying to not get stabbed by Clarisse, when I noticed one of the Stoll brothers coming up to me, Connor, was it? “Hey, Avery,” he greeted

“My name is Aikaterini”

“…Can I call ya’ Avery?”

“No”

“Fair enough,” he nodded, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah” I responded “She’s just… She’s terrifying” and Connor chuckled.

“She’s not that scary, give her a chance, she’s tolerable” he said, and gave me his hand to take to get up off of the dirt, and I took it and dusted off my pants when I was off my butt, “She wants to kill me” I retorted and Connor grimaced. “Stay outta trouble, okay? And be careful”, I nodded and he offered a hand on my shoulder as comfort before heading off somewhere to scold an Ares kid, or kill a small child, one of the two.

I awkwardly walked to the Hermes cabin, in which I was staying in, since my father hadn’t claimed me as yet. I hope he does. I heard a lot of undetermined kids get stuck at the Hermes cabin because their bitch-ass parents didn’t claim them. Anyways, I was like, an Inch away from the cabin, before the boat goy came up to me, wait, no that didn’t sound right, anyways, he came up to me, “Chiron needs to talk to you” he said and he practically dragged me by my arm towards a big building “Who’s Chiro- woah! Okay, so I guess I don’t get to say no”

We arrived inside the building and I paled at the sight of the old horse guy. “Aikaterini Balakrishnan, how are you? Getting along well with the rest of camp?” I could tell that he was trying to make conversation, but I couldn’t focus when there was a 7-foot centaur standing infront of me “I… uh… yeah” was what I managed to choke out before glancing around the room, and noticing that the asshole of a Greek God was sitting at the table, with a irritable look on his face and I rolled my eyes.

The centaur sat down on his hind legs and offered me a seat at the table, where I noticed that they were playing a card game “You’re playing Pinochle.” Chiron raised an eyebrow “Why, yes, do you know how to play?” “Yeah, my mom taught me, well, actually, she taught me Bezique, but I taught myself how to play Pinchole” Chiron nodded in approval “You know how to play Bezique as well, that is quite impressive for a girl your age” I blushed in embarrassment, “Yeah, I guess, why did you call me in here?” “Ah,” he put down his pack of cards and looked at me.

“Do you know what tomorrow is?” He asked

“Friday” I responded confidently

“Yes!” He clapped his hands excitedly and I squinted my eyes “Huh?” Mr. D groaned and stepped out of the room, and Chiron waved him away “Don’t take him on. Tomorrow is Friday! Which means we are playing capture the flag!” He explained and I pursed my lips “You guys actually do things in this place besides trying to impale people or set people on fire?” And Chiron grimaced, “Now now, girl, what happened yesterday with Chelsea was a mistake, she was just trying to make a sword and her hair caught on fire, it was a, what is it you children say now-a-days? No biggie” I raised my eyebrows “So why don’t you go find a group to be apart of, huh? Get out there, make some friends, I heard you were training with the Stoll brothers, cheeky bastards, aren’t they?” I furrowed my eyebrows “No, no, they aren’t cheeky, they seem really nice” I said and Chiron chuckles, “That is until they steal a family heirloom from you” “Why would they steal from me?” Chiron seemed suprised I didn’t know about these things, “Aikaterini, their father is Hermes, the God of thievery” “I thought he was the God of messengers?”

Chiron looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face, “Has your mother not thought you anything about your roots?” “Not really, I’m Hindu, I grew up believing in Hindu Gods, now, I don’t know what I believe.” If my mother knew that, that Greek Gods are real, and not just fiction, then why would she grow me up with a religion?” “I am sure your mother had her reasons, that of which, I do not know, but you will come to find out anyways, now, I’d like you to meet some people, if that’s okay with you,” I nodded. Chiron called the goat boy, in which I learnt his name, being Grover, into the room, “Yes?” “It would be appreciated if you could kindly locate our respective leaders, those being one for Team Blue and another for Team Red." Grover nodded and came back into the room shortly with a two girls, a pretty one, with long box braids, and then Clarisse.

“Ladies, we have a new camper joining us, I’m sure you have seen her around, I am going to be making a public announcement soon, tomorrow, before the tournament, but for now, you can introduce yourself to her, and maybe recruit her to your team,” Chiron smiled and I looked at them and awkwardly waved, “Hi, uhm, hi Clarisse, sorry for hitting you, uhm, at- at the uh, the ace throwing thing, sorry” I swallowed nervously “My name is Aikaterini, it’s long, I know, you can call me, Kat, or whatever” my voice cracked and I made a mental note to hit myself in the head with a bat later.

“Hi, I’m Annabeth, I’m blue team leader” “You’re not joining the red team”

“Clarisse.” Chiron butted in, “Atleast see what she can do before you make a decision, now go on, bond, I want to finish this game of Pinochle.” We left the building and Annabeth made conversation “So, do you have any special training? Or any training at all?” “Uhm, I can do kumon?” Annabeth looked at me, a puzzled look rested on her face “What is that?” “It’s like… maths” and Clarisse snorted, Annabeth glared at her, “I mean, physical combat. Do you know any form of self defence?” “I, I can dance?” Clarisse butted in “Yeah, no, Annabeth, you can have her on your team.” I looked down in embarrassment, God, I wanna go home. “What kind of dance can you do? Ballet?” “Kuchipudi,” “Okay, I don’t know what that is, how hard do you have to train for that?” “Not as hard as ballet, probably, but if you saw me do it you would be terrified” “You can’t be any scarier than any monster I’ve ever fought, if you put the same energy that you put into dancing into training, then you’ll be a pro in no time”

I smiled at her, she was nice, unlike Clarisse, who was walking away, I didn’t mind though, being on the blue team seemed like the better choice. I guess we’ll see how the tournament goes tomorrow, but for now, I’m going see if I’m any good at hand-to-hand combat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hey guise 😁 I hope you enjoyed the first part of this Pjo fandom seriesssss 💗💗 nones of the characters in this stories except my oc’s (Aikaterini Balakrishnan) that were used in the story so far are mine. I wanted to add a Desi character to this story because they don’t get enough recognition 💗💗 Please lmk what you think about this in the comments and lmk what else you would liek to see in this series 💗 idrk where I’m going with this but I am not gonna let this story go to waste, I’ll try to get it done but I got school and stuff so 😪😪 thanks for reading 💗

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johnnyraine · 2 years

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Male Reader Smut Microfics

Words: 1,458

19th of July, 2022

Pseudo-Sequel to Male Reader Smut Drabbles

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~Knife Play - Nanno (Girl From Nowhere)~

“Haha um, Nanno? When you said play, I didn’t think you meant this kind,” You nervously chuckled as she glided a knife down your chest.

“What other kind is there?” She asked innocently, stroking you with her other hand.

You knew she knew exactly what you thought she meant. Though to be fair, she is giving you a great handjob, so great that you have to stop yourself from thrusting into her hand, else get cut.

‘This is kind of exciting,’ You thought, adrenaline filled you as the blade danced over your nipple, your senses felt so heightened, that you bit back a hiss as she flicked your hard tip.

Her hand stroked the tip of your cock for a long moment, your hands clenching as you already felt like exploding. Nanno suddenly tightened her hold around your base.

With a grunt, you looked down only to see the knife was close to your crotch.

The urge to get away came, Nanno interrupted that feeling. “Don’t move.”

She said it normally, but it felt like a sort of threat, yet to your horned-up delight, she came close to your cock, her face next to him and as she opened her mouth you felt two things. The knife scraped against your crotch and Nanno’s breath on your cock, and you instantly came.

“Fuck,” You gasped, sweat dripping down your face.

Nanno merely smiled at you, your cum on her lips and likely in her mouth.

“That was fun, till next time, Y/n.” She bounded out of the room.

Looking at your crotch, you see no cuts or bleeding. You were relieved, and despite what she said, you felt like you just dodged some sort of bullet.

~Magic Sex - Wanda Maximoff (MCU)~

“Fuck!” Wanda moaned.

Your eyes widened in shock, though your wife cursing shouldn’t really be the thing that shocked you the most, considering you two were fucking floating.

Somehow, your wife had surprised you with whatever she did to make this happen.

“Look at me, Y/n,” Wanda commanded, her eyes glowing scarlet.

“Yes, dear.” You gulped.

Your hands rested on her hips as she bounced on your cock, her breasts bouncing along, almost hypnotizing you.

Noticing your gaze, she grabbed your head and forced you to sock on them. Sucking and licking her tits, your hands joined in, squeezing them and playing with rubbing her nipples.

“Aaah, just like that honey.” She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer.

Thrusting up into her, your ministrations met one another. Your thrusts got faster and faster, distantly wondering if she’s doing this.

Your hands moved down to knead her ass.

Wanda moaned into your ear, tightening. Some of her juices land on your legs.

Pulling back, she kissed you deeply, her tongue fighting yours as your pleasure heightened.

Losing yourself, you fought back. Your tongues lashed out, dominating hers, you pulled her down into your thrusts, feeling her shake in her own pleasure.

For one moment, your eyes opened and saw …scarlet.

Slamming her down one more time, you came inside her as she came on your cock.

XXX

You woke up, confused.

“You okay, dear?” Wanda asked, next to you.

“Yeah, just …a weird dream,” You said, still confused.

“It must have been a good one.” She indicated your erection.

“Ah, y-yeah,” You stuttered, slightly embarrassed.

Wanda just smiles, though it seems a bit off to you.

~Toys - Lan Wangji (The Untamed)~

“Suck.” You held Bichen up to Lan Wangji’s mouth.

Lan Wangji’s eyes widened, but nonetheless, he took it into his mouth. Tasting the handle, he awkwardly tongued the pummel.

Even with his mouth closed, you could tell how he moved. Enough times with his tongue on you, you could tell.

“Think of Bichen as my cock, Lan Zhan,” You murmured.

He inhaled sharply, staring at you. You nod, encouraging him.

His eyes fluttered shut as he imagined you on his tongue. He tongued the underside of your cock, and felt you twitch inside his mouth. He heard you grunt from his ministrations.

Emboldened, he took you deeper, hitting his throat.

“Klhk!”

“Eager aren’t we?” You chuckled.

Pulling back, he kept you in his mouth, sucking on your length as he bobbed his head.

You rested your hand on his head, stroking his hair as he slowly took you deeper.

Soon, you were repeatedly hitting the back of his throat as he took you, not choking once.

He felt your twitching becoming more apparent and soon, with you resting on his tongue, you came.

You extracted his loyal sword from his mouth as Lan Wangji opened his eyes, saliva connecting him and Bichen.

“You did wonderful, Lan Zhan.” You grin.

Looking down, ears red, he saw that he came through his clothes …and was still hard.

“Ah.” You see his erection. “Well, I’d say Bichen is ready.”

You gently pushed him onto his back and began removing his clothes.

~Crossdressing & Public Sex - Cloud Strife (FF7 Remake)~

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Cloud.” You kiss the back of his neck.

“Only you woul-” Cloud hissed between clenched teeth. “Would think that, Y/n”

Cloud’s hands were on the wall as your hands gripped his hips under his bunched-up dress. It was certainly a surprise finding him like that, but you suppose it did end alright.

Your hips snapped against his ass, with each thrust he tightened around you, echoing in the alley.

“Not. So. Loud,” He grunted, as if he was quiet.

“Cloud?”

Hearing Tifa, you slammed in and out of him, leaving him a mess as his hands clenched, letting out whines.

Whispering in his ear, “Cum for me baby.”

Cloud’s legs jerked as he covered the wall in cum.

You dropped his dress, your cum dribbling down his leg.

“See you back at the bar.” You kiss his cheek and walk out of the alley, passing Tifa.

~Mirror Sex - Apollo (Blood of Zeus)~

Apollo’s glow reflected off the mirror as you had his back against your chest, fucking into the sun god.

“Praise be to you, Apollo, taking me so well.” You smirk.

“Careful, Y/n, I might turn you into a-Ah!” He cried out, your hand playing with the tip of his cock.

“I apologize, mighty Apollo, I could not hear what you said.”

Your other hand glided over his abs and pecs, playing with his nipples and his chest. The hand on his cock, stroked his divine length as the sun shone brighter, moaning at your reflections.

You stared into his eyes through the reflection as your strokes began to match your thrusts. Every time you delved into him, your hand hilted against his crotch, leaving him feeling stretched by your cock and tightness around his own.

“Look, Apollo, look how I make you shine.”

“Ah ah.” His breathy moans were his only reply, seeing how you make him “shine.”

He looked a mess, his golden locks, disheveled from your earlier grip, fucking him into the bed. His skin was marred by scratches, spit, and his own drool. But despite all that, he was glowing and his cock was weeping at your touch.

You felt him tighten around you, his walls getting warmer.

“Just like that Y/n, make me shine,” He said, forgetting the mirror as he cupped the back of your head and kissed you.

It was as if the world was brighter as you came, which it likely was, but that didn’t matter as you emptied yourself inside Apollo.

Coming down from your high, you felt his hot cum on your hand, still around his cock.

Looking in the mirror, you both looked as exhausted as you felt. Apollo had his head back, resting on your shoulder.

“I’m going to need some more of that stamina concoction you made. For next time.” You clarify at his look.

“I’ll make some,” He said, dropping to the bed. “For next time.”

~Bathtub - Morgana (Merlin)~

“Mn Ah,” Morgana moaned.

Her head rested on your shoulder as your hand reached beneath the water, rubbing her lower lips.

“How are you doing, my lady?” You murmured against her skin.

“I am well, Sir Y/n, but I could b-be,” Her breath hitched. “better.”

“Well, I shall certainly try to make it better.”

One hand snaked its way to her left breast, kneading it before focusing on her nipple. The other hand parted her lips, teasing her before delving in. You slowly built a pace, splashing the water onto the floor, not that either of you cared.

“So, how is my lady doing now?” Before she can answer, your thumb finds her clit and rubs it.

Morgana’s breath stuttered and she rubbed up against your cock.

With a small jerk of your own, you continue your ministrations, gently rubbing her clit and fingering her.

“Y/n,” She breathed, clenching the side of the tub.

Soon enough, you felt her tighten around your fingers and she came.

You gave her a few moments before helping her get out of the tub.

“I think we may need another bath.”

#male reader smut #Nanno x Male Reader #Girl from Nowhere x Male Reader #Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader #Marvel Cinematic Universe x Male Reader #mcu x male reader #Lan Wangji x Male Reader #Cloud Strife x Male Reader #Final Fantasy VII x Male Reader #Apollo x Male Reader #Blood of Zeus x Male Reader #Morgana (merlin) x Male Reader #Merlin x Male Reader #The Untamed x Male Reader #morgana pendragon x male reader

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on-my-vigilante-sht · 4 months

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Competing With Gods

Luke Castellan x Aphrodite!Reader, Apollo x uninterested!Reader

Request: Hi could you write luke castellan x reader, where Luke gets jealous of a guy who tries with y/n? How would he react if y/n is at the game? Thank you

Summary: When Apollo is sent to camp as a punishment, he sets his sights on Luke's girlfriend.

Warning: Fighting, jealousy, making out, the slightest allusions to/implied smut, Apollo being a dick

Word Count: 3k

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A/N So instead of another camper or whatever, I’m making the other guy Apollo.

Apollo crashed into the ground of Camp Half-Blood. Right in the middle of all the cabins. Great. He briefly cursed Zeus for this. He was being punished for flirting with a nymph the big guy was interested in. And when Apollo had told his father to maybe focus on his wife, Zeus banished him to Camp Half-Blood for a few weeks as a “warning.”

The Half-Bloods began to peek out of their cabins but one girl was already rushing over. Her hair fell over her shoulder so nicely as she kneeled over him. Okay, maybe camp wouldn’t be so bad. She gave him a concerned look. “Are you alright?”

“Now that you’re here,” he immediately started flirting. He enjoyed the way she immediately became flustered and jumped to his feet. She looked up at him in bewilderment. She saw him fall. She wasn’t a daughter of Apollo but he should have been suffering from at least a few broken bones. “I’m Apollo,” he clarified with a proud smirk. By now all the other campers within the vicinity were near enough to hear and kneeled. The girl did too, kneeling with a lowered head. He reached out a hand to her. She took it hesitantly, standing up. “Who are you, gorgeous?”

She became further embarrassed. How do I bring up Luke? She briefly wondered. “Y/N. Daughter of Aphrodite.”

“I should have known,” the god flirted. “What with those mesmerizing eyes.”

“Lord Apollo,” a voice interrupted him. He turned, finding Chiron trotting over. “My apologies, I was just notified of your arrival.”

“No worries,” the god smiled. The nice thing about not being around gods is that you get called things like Lord.

“Please,” Chiron began, gesturing over to a big house, “let me show you around. Your father has a few requests for you whilst here.”

“Of course he does,” he rolled his eyes. He turned back to the girl. “I’ll see you around, gorgeous,” he winked.

As he left all the campers were left in shock. Especially Y/N. And even more so, her boyfriend. Luke went up to her, finding her still in astonishment. “Sooo… that was weird,” he began, trying to not show his jealousy.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “Was Apollo just flirting with me?”

“Yes!” Silena gushed as she ran up to her best friend/half-sister. “Oh my gods, a god is interested in you!” She then seemed to notice Luke and remember their relationship. “Oh- uh. Sorry, Luke.”

He just gave her a tight lipped smile.

“Oh my gods, what am I gonna do?” Y/N asked, clearly stressed out.

Luke shrugged, again trying not to show his jealousy. “Not much you can do. It’s not like you can tell him to leave you alone.”

“If you really don’t want him then you can tell him you have a boyfriend. And a sister,” Silena suggested with a raised eyebrow.

Her sister laughed. “I was trying to think of a way to mention Luke. And Silena, you’re 16.”

“He looks 18!” she insisted.

“Even if he was actually 18 I’d say he’s too old for you. Come on, the bathroom still needs to be cleaned after Drew decided she wanted to dye her hair black.”

“Yeah well, she’s crying now because she wants to be blonde again,” Silena explained as the sisters walked back to their cabin.

Feeling mildly ignored, Luke yelled after them. “I’ll see you at dinner!”

Remembering her boyfriend, Y/N ran back to him, pressing a peck on her lips. “Sorry. I’ll see you later.” He watched her go, trying to not think about it too much. She never forgot to kiss him goodbye but he tried to chalk it up to the fact that she was shocked by Apollo’s appearance.

That evening at dinner everyone had noticed the “new camper” sitting at the Apollo table looking very unhappy. Chiron stood up and called everyone’s attention. “As you all know, we have a very honored guest staying with us for a while. Lord Zeus had requested that we treat him as we would any other camper.” As he finished he gave us all a long, hard look as if to say, “Don’t get yourself killed when his immortality is restored.”

Once dinner finished, everyone was at the bonfire. Luke sat on the ground, his back resting up against a log. His girlfriend was leaning up against his shoulder, her legs over his lap. His free arm would occasionally swipe the mosquitos away from her with his other arm supporting her weight. They were talking to a few other campers when Luke let his gaze fall onto Apollo. Some campers, mostly girls from Aphrodite, sat around the god, looking at him with cartoon hearts in their eyes. He knew for a fact Y/N had told them to stay away as a. they were all minors and b. he was a god and she didn’t want to deal with their broken hearts.

When Apollo’s gaze fell on the girl in his lap, Luke tightened his grip protectively. He knew it was ridiculous. Y/N would never cheat on him and he knew she’d slap any guy who tried anything, immortal deity or not. But he couldn’t help but be worried. Hell, he had nearly punched an Ares camper last year and that kid wasn’t a god. And Apollo was known for his womanizing ways.

He tried to shake it off and go back to his conversation but his brain was still stuck on Apollo. “Hey,” he whispered so softly that only the girl in his lap could hear. She turned and he immediately kissed her. She kissed him back briefly but pulled away, not a huge fan of PDA especially in front of the entire camp. But Luke persisted, gently holding her cheek and kissing her deeply.

When she finally pulled away for breath she looked at him quizzically. “What was that for?”

He smiled and shrugged. “What? I can’t kiss my girlfriend?” She just smiled, pushing his head away jokingly before going back to her conversation. But he was looking at Apollo again, hoping the god saw that kiss. If he did, he was playing it off.

Later that night, when the fire was extinguished and he had kissed the Aphrodite counselor goodnight several times, Luke was trying to sleep. Keyword: trying. Normally the several snores or creeks of the Hermes cabin didn’t bother him, but he was so on edge thinking about Apollo’s flirting, that every noise jolted him awake. He couldn’t stop thinking about how Apollo had immediately begun to flirt with Y/N and how she had seemed to forget him for a moment.

Frustrated, Luke crept out of bed. As he opened the cabin door, he checked for harpies keeping watch but found none. So he went to the Aphrodite cabin, knocking on the window right above Y/N’s bed. It took a few tries but eventually, she poked her head up, gesturing to shut up and that she’d be out in a minute.

So Luke waited until she came around the side. “What?” she asked, still rubbing sleep from her eyes. But her hair was already falling back to the way its usual flawless look, courtesy of being Aphrodite’s daughter.

“I just wanted to see you,” Luke smiled sheepishly. And make sure Apollo isn’t sniffing around. He realized he didn’t have a reason to be out here that didn’t stem from insane jealousy. She looked mildly annoyed at that so he did the only thing he could think of. He kissed her. If he couldn’t get rid of Apollo, he could completely occupy her mind. So he did the only thing he could think of. He was pushing her up against the side of the cabin, one hand on her jaw, the other around her waist.

She had no clue where this came from but she gave in nonetheless. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply.

After a few minutes of making out, she finally managed to push him away enough to get a deep breath in. “What was that for?” she asked, both of them still gasping for air.

Luke smiled, grabbing her by the hips to pull her closer. “‘Cause I love you.” He pressed the lightest kiss to her nose before stepping away abruptly. “Night, see you in the morning.” And with that, he walked away the happiest demigod in all of camp.

The daughter of Aphrodite still just stood there, completely taken off guard. The only thing that snapped her out of her daze was the faint caw of a harpy, making her quickly scramble inside. Luke ended up getting his wish as that night, the only thing on her mind was that kiss.

The next day was Capture the Flag day. When Chiron announced it at dinner that night, everyone lost their minds. It was Athena, Hermes, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, and Poseidon vs. Ares, Apollo, Demeter, and Dionysus.

As the couple was walking over to their cabins to get their armor, Apollo caught up with them. “See you out there, Y/N,” he said as he passed with a wink.

“S-see yah?” she called back hesitantly.

Luke was frustrated but at least she didn’t seem flattered by his flirtations. Now she was just confused.

Once they grabbed their chest plates, then went back to the creek where they’d be starting the games. As Luke put his on, she was struggling to get hers tightened. “Hold on, I’ll help you in a sec,” he said, finishing strapping his onto his body.

“I got it,” a voice interrupted. Apollo seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He was standing in front of Y/N, tightening the strap.

“Hey!” Luke yelled without thinking.

Apollo held up one hand in surrender, the other still on her shoulder. “Chill man, I’m just helping.” Luke didn’t say anything else as Apollo walked away with a slight smirk.

“Hey,” Y/N said softly, stepping closer to him. “What was that about?”

Luke gritted his teeth. “Nothing. C’mon, I need to assign everyone and talk strategy.” He took her hand gently, reminding himself to not let his anger get the better of him. He headed over, gathering the team. “Alright, Cabins 6, 3, and 11 will be offense. Cabins 9, 10, and 12 will be defense. Except for Y/N, you’re with me. Beckendorf, you’ll also be offense.” He pointed out a few Athena and Hermes campers, directing them to defense as well.

After a few minutes, the conch blew and everyone was in their places. The couple quickly jumped over the creek, slipping through the Apollo cabin’s defenses. They had done this so many times, their routine was well practiced. They ran through the woods, searching for any opposing defense.

The other teams had learned that Y/N and Luke always worked as a pair so they started also pairing defensive players. That is when Hermes and Aphrodite were on the same side. If they weren’t, Capture the Flag could go on for hours since they knew all of each others’ tricks.

They continued on, occasionally making quick work of disarming opposing campers until they reached the flag. It was only guarded by one person. Apollo. Clarisse must have figured that everyone else would be too afraid to offend a god. But Luke was honestly looking for this opportunity.

So while Y/N fell back, hesitating, Luke was jumping at the god. Apollo blocked him with a sword but he was clearly not very good with it. Archery had been banned since before Luke got to camp. Even though the arrows were enchanted not to kill, someone had been blinded so Chiron banned them forever. He didn’t even make an exception for the god of archery.

While Luke fought Apollo, Y/N was grabbing the flag. “Luke!” she yelled, waving the flag. She then took off, heading for their territory. Because of Apollo’s inexperience with the sword, Luke was easily beating him. After a few slashes on the god’s arms, legs, and even face—nothing major, they were honestly just cuts a band aid could fix—Luke was disarming him. He didn’t have to be as brutal as he was or knock him over but he did, throwing the god’s sword far away before following after Y/N.

Luke was still a few feet behind her when she hopped over the creek into safety. He watched proudly as she ripped the helmet off her head and held the flag up triumphantly. The members of their team around her cheered triumphantly as the conch blew and their team was announced the winners.

Luke was still in enemy territory, watching her have her moment when Apollo showed up. “She’s really something,” the god announced, his smile focused on her.

“Yeah, my girlfriend really is incredible,” Luke said pointedly.

The god was still smiling. “I know she’s your girlfriend. I saw you making out with her last night.”

“What were you doing out at two a.m.?”

The god looked even more smug, his arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t have to answer to you. But if you must know, I had the same idea as you but you got there first.” Luke finally looked at him, rage once again filling his body. So he wasn’t paranoid. “How long have you been together?”

Luke was confused but answered nonetheless. “Uh three years,” he answered suspiciously.

“Aw, three years down the drain. I’m sorry in advance,” the god said in exaggerated regret.

Luke tried not to let his fury show. This is why he hated gods. They thought they could do whatever they wanted without regard for mortals. “Well, she loves me. At night she swears we were made for each other,” he said, recalling sweaty nights during the school year when every other Aphrodite kid was home. And how they’d make breathless promises of eternity.

Apollo gave him an almost pitiful look. “I’m sorry about your relationship but you can’t actually believe she’ll pick you when she could have a literal god?” he gestured to himself arrogantly.

Now it was Luke’s turn to gloat. He just shrugged, “I’m the one she calls for. She doesn’t call for the gods like most others would. She only ever says my name.”

Apollo was a little taken aback by the kid’s boldness. “Well, that’s the nice thing about being a god. I can make anyone mine.” And with that Apollo headed over to the capture the flag winner of the night. It took everything in him not to race up to her but he kept his composure. She’d have to reject him on her own, he couldn’t keep running defense.

He watched in surprised satisfaction as Apollo reached her. He congratulated her before pulling her into a hug. His arms were around her waist and creeping kind of low but Luke once again kept his resolve. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until she pulled away quickly, pointing over at him. What was she saying? Was she praising him for fighting the god? Or telling him that she had a boyfriend?

Apollo tried to hug her again but she ducked under his arm, running over to him. He immediately broke out into a smile. Her arms were opened to hug him but he just grabbed her face to kiss her instead. He turned her towards the tree he had been leaning on, pressing her up against it again. He only pulled away slightly to whisper a congratulations but then their lips were connected again. When he finally pulled away, he threw an arm around her shoulder, shooting a look to the god before heading off to their celebration.

That night as they were celebrating, Luke was glued to Y/N’s side. It wasn’t until some of the other Hermes boys needed help getting their illegal video game working again that Luke left her side. “I’ll be back,” he promised her, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.

As soon as Luke was gone, Apollo was swooping in. “Congratulations again,” he said, handing her a drink.

“Thanks,” she smiled nervously, taking the drink. “How are the cuts?”

Apollo shrugged. “They sting more than I would’ve thought but they’re fine. Your boyfriend’s a hell of a fighter.”

“Yeah,” she chuckled, relieved that he was acknowledging she had a boyfriend.

“I mean, he’s good for a mortal. He’s certainly no god,” Apollo flirted.

“Well, none of us are. Present company excluded,” she laughed nervously, gesturing to him.

Apollo casually threw an arm around her shoulder. “There’s other things we’re better at,” he said, letting the implication hang in the air. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. “Have you ever been with a god, Y/N?”

She was immediately pulling out of his grasp. “I- uh… um no. I’m flattered but…” She had no clue what to say. She couldn’t just say no to Apollo. If this were any other man she’d throw her drink in his face but this was a god.

She didn’t have to say anything because Luke had seen the whole thing. As he came back he saw Apollo throw his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder and subsequently watched her back away quickly. “I told you she loves me,” he smirked before tugging her away. She gratefully pressed herself into his body.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, careful that Apollo couldn’t hear.

“Hey, you don’t have to thank me. This is kind of my job as your boyfriend.”

“Still, you basically told him to back off. Kind of bold to deny a god.”

“Yeah, well,” he began, brushing a hair back from her face, “if he smites me we’ll just have to make up for the lost time in Elysium.” She giggled, hugging him closer as they headed off to bed.

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#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #pjo #pjo x reader #the lighting thief #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #x reader #apollo #apollo x reader

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thealtoduck · 6 months

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Sweet Juice

Clark Kent x Male Reader

Content: Greek Mythology AU

Warnings: Smut, Bottom!Reader, Top!Clark, semi-public sex, anal sex, unprotected sex, drunken sex, skinny dipping, spit as lube, missionary position…

Summary: You’re a member of Dionysus following and during a feast you meet a demigod son of Zeus, Clark, also known as the man of steel…

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You were a lesser deity in a world filled with powerful gods, monsters and heroes. You were the son of the now famous naiad, Daphne. Unfortunately though your mother was no longer with you as she had been turned in to a laurel tree as a form of mercy.

It was considered mercy because the only other option she had was to be violated by Apollo, who was under the spell of Eros after an argument between the two. Apollo feeling bad about the whole ordeal apologised by finding you a place in the retinue of Dionysus and Ariadne.

You didn’t mind this as your duties were pretty much drink, dance, fuck, drink more and generally just to have a good time. It was just constant partying and celebration.

One night when the party had yet to start a visitor came for Dionysus. You were sat close to the god’s throne, you were petting one of his pet leopards when a strange man appeared and entered the god’s camp. He walked slowly towards the olympian. You noted his handsome appearance as he stopped in front of Dionysus.

”Lord Dionysus, you sent for me” the man said in a deep tone. ”I did” Dionysus confirmed before standing up saying loudly ”Everyone! Let me introduce to you to Clark, you may know him as the man of steel!… And also one of my younger half brothers”.

Dionysus followers broke out in cheers for the hero, who seemed slightly confused by the big welcoming. ”I’ve called him here to save us all from the cyclops that has been attacking in the night” Dionysus declared and everyone once again cheered.

”What?! You never told me of any cyclops?!” Clark asked agitated. ”Actually I didn’t tell you anything but you showed up anyway” Dionysus teased him. ”Why don’t you save them yourself?” Clark questioned. However Dionysus only responded with a simple ”Where’s the fun in that?”.

Clark looked irretated at Dionysus and said ”I will not be tricked in to fighting someone else’s battle”. Making the on looking crowd let out disappointed murmurs. Dionysus walked up to the hero and put a hand on his shoulder.

”Come on Clark, do us this favour and we’ll give you the biggest celebration you’ll experince in a life time, with the finest wine and feast, our best music and dancers and if you want you can take to bed anyone you fancy, we don’t judge” Dionysus offered.

Clark took a moment looking around at the crowd surrounding him until his eyes landed on you for a swift moment. He then turned back to Dionysus and said ”Very well, i shall do you this favour”. Once again the crowd including you broke out in cheers and applause for the demigod.

The very next day gifted Clark with a sword, armour and food by Dionysus as he and his followers saw off the hero on his way to save them from the threat of the cyclops.

I didn’t take long for Clark to return as he was back at the camp by next day. He came back in the afternoon covered from head to toe in dirt, dust and a little cyclops blood. Throwing the red painted sword by Dionysus feet.

”Well done” Dionysus complimented looking at the blood drenched sword. Dionysus then turned towards you ”Y/n, take our hero somewhere he can wash off” he commanded. ”Yes, lord Dionysus” you said with a quick bow. He then turned back to Clark and said ”When you return, we feast”.

You went and collected a basket with a bottle of scented oil, a strigil (a tool they used in ancient greece to wash themselves) and a new chiton. ”This way, my lord” you said to Clark and started guiding him through the forest. ”Please, just Clark is fine” he said humbly following you.

You guided him to a secluded pond. ”Impressive, how did you find this place so quickly?” Clark complimented. ”My mother was a naiad, it’s an instinct” you explained putting down the basket next to the pond.

”Would you like me to bring you anything else?” you asked Clark as he started undressing out of the dented armour and dirty chiton. ”You’ve already done enough for me, thank you” he said gentlemanly. Clark was now naked, revealing his muscled body and impressive manhood, which you tried not to look at.

He stepped down in the pond, the water reaching up to his hips. ”Why don’t you join me?” he suggested gesturing towards the water. ”I’d love too, but i have to help the others prepare everything for tonight” you said. ”Come on, only for a short time” Clark tempted. ”Okay” you said with a smile, taking off your chiton and sandals.

Clark watched your naked form with interest as you stepped down in to the water. ”See, it’s nice” Clark said starting to wash himself off using the scented oil you brought for him. You tried not to stare at his oiled up chest but you were 90% sure he caught you looking but he didn’t say anything, he only smirked.

You relaxed in the cool water for a while until you remembered you needed to get back to the others. You climbed out of the pond and started putting on your clothing once again. ”Thanks for the company, hope i’ll see you tonight” Clark said. ”Hope, i’ll see you too” you said and started walking through the forest back towards camp.

That night the music rang loudly through the forest as you celebrated the death of cyclops and your new hero, Clark. You drank and danced wildly with your friends. Some others were already passed out from drinking, some were gambling and playing games and one couple were fucking against a tree.

You saw Clark sitting on a pillow next to Dionysus talking, goblet in hand. You made your way over to the olympian and the demigod. ”Y/n” Dionysus exclaimed happily as he noted your presence. He patted a pillow next to him saying ”Come sit down”.

You took the offer sitting down next to the god, he made your empty goblet instantly refill and put an arm around you. ”I was just telling Clark of my inner circle” Dionysus revealed and continued ”Y/n, here you’ve met, he is my and Ariandne’s favourite attendant and friend” he said sweetly.

”Also he has a body as if sculpted by Pygmalion, carved and smoothed to absolute perfection. You should hope to have a look upon it someday” Dionysus said taking another sip from his goblet.

”Actually i already have” Clark stated boldly making Dionysus spill some wine on himself. ”Y/n, joined me for a swim in the pond” Clark explained making your cheeks heat up slightly. ”Is that so?” Dionysus questioned looking towards you.

”Well, i’ve got to go find Ariadne” Dionysus said getting up leaving you and Clark. ”Are you and Dionysus-?” Clark started but you cut him off saying ”No, he and Ariadne just have a very open relationship”. ”How has your night been?” you then questioned the hero.

”Enjoyable but i’ve never been much of a party person” he said then taking a sip from his cup. ”I get it, before i came here i wasn’t either” you told him and then got an idea. ”Wanna go for a walk for some peace and quiet?” you asked. ”Sure, i’d love too” Clark said and the two of you stood up and walked off in to the forest behind you bringing your goblets with you.

You walked and talked for a while, drinking until your goblets were didn’t have a single drop left in them. Dionysus must’ve brought out the strong stuff because you and Clark were stumbling around and slurring your speech, you were laughing loudly at each others stories, sitting very close together.

Finally the two of you ended up behind some bushes close by to the party. You started to passionately make out, you laying on your back in the soft grass and Clark on top of you. Clark tore open your chiton and undressed you, leaving your naked form beneath him.

He then took off his own clothes revealing his muscular body and his hard cock. Clark took his hand and brought it to your mouth, you sucked on his fingers to get them wet, then he brought his moist fingers to your enterance and started pushing finger inside you.

You let out a small gasp as Clark started to finger you open, he added another fiinger and then another until you were ready to take him. Clark spit in to his hand and rubbed it over his erect manhood.

”It’s time i claim my reward” Clark said spreading your legs, he lined himself up with you and started pushing his hard cock in to your warmth. Clark loved the seeing the face you made as his cock slowly filled you up.

”Fuck your so big” you hissed as the demigod was fully sheated deep inside you. He then slowy started moving pushing himself in and out of you as a wave of pleasure started washing over you.

Your legs were wrapped around Clark as he thrusted in to you. ”I’m gonna fuck your little nymph hole full with my seed” Clark groaned in to your ear and placed kisses all along your neck. The demigod started speeding up his thrusts.

”Clark, fuck yeah! Take me” you said in ecstasy grabbing at his back as he fucked your hole. Both of your bodies had started gleaming from sweat as he mounted you under the moonlight, as his reward for defeating the cyclops.

Clark’s thrusts became rougher as he wanted to take you like a real demigod would, he loved how your walls clenched around his thick cock. He brutally fucked you with all the strength of his godly heritage to bring you to your release.

You let out breathy moans as Clark pounded your gaping hole, thrusting against your prostate. You felt yourself getting close to your orgasm. You dug your nails in to the grass below as Clark’s cock made you see Mount Olympus.

”Clark, i’m gonna cum” you said panting heavily making Clark thrust deeper as he wanted to push you over the edge. Then your cock started spraying cum all over your and Clark’s stomachs. Clark’s own release was getting close.

”I’m gonna plant my seed deep inside you” Clark moaned and his rough thrusts became uneven and sloppy. Clark delivered one last deep stroke in to you and he erupted inside you, he flooding your insides with his cum.

Both of you panted heavily and Clark rolled over and layed next to you in the grass. ”You were amazing” Clark praised while softly stroking your cheek. The two of you then used your torn clothes as blankets as you cuddled close together and you both fell asleep under the starry sky.

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thelargefrye · 3 months

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February Filth Fest : DAY EIGHTEEN : SIZE KINK … mature one - shot

pairing : norse god!seonghwa x greek goddess!f!reader

genre : smut, viking au, god of war inspired – so a mix of norse and greek mythology in this

word count : 2k

warnings : language, mentions of blood / fighting / weapons (swords, axe, bow and arrows, etc.), hunting for food, feeling grief over a loved ones death, long haired seonghwa in a half-up ponytail, seonghwa is mentioned to be bigger than yn

smut warnings : unprotected sex, size kink, seonghwa's got a breeding kink

honorary tag : @sanjoongie

after having traveled all over midgard with seonghwa and fighting for your lives, the two of you can finally settle down and have a moment together.

DAY SEVENTEEN ↤ SPREAD THE ASHES ↦ DAY NINETEEN

a grunt left your mouth as you were flung into a large tree. you stumbled to your feet, seonghwa swung his axe at the trolls that were around him. blood flown through the sky, some landing on his face as he kicked one troll away before rushing over to you.

his hand wrapping around your forearm and hoisting you to steady feet before swinging at another troll. a smirk decorating his lips as he gave you a side glance.

"come on now, y/n, surely someone who killed all of olympus isn't getting beat by some trolls," he says, the cockiness thick in his voice and you roll your eyes before slashing and stabbing at the nearest troll – the one who sent you flying.

"shut your mouth and focus on fighting before i kill you next," you said and seonghwa lets out a loud laugh before he jumping and hacking at two trolls and effortlessly cutting them down.

when the trolls were all dead, you and seonghwa stood in the middle of the clearly covered in blood before sheathing your weapons.

"well that was a little more excitement than what i was anticipating," he says, turning to you with a smile on his face. but seonghwa always had a smile on his face. "i remember seeing a river along the north trail, lets go wash up before setting up camp."

you nod your head and allow seonghwa to lead the way, following closely behind him as you walked down one of the many dirt paths in the forest. you notice that every once in a while, seonghwa will look over his shoulder to make sure you are still following behind. silently noting your quietness as normally the two of you are going back and forth with each other in a playful bicker.

"what's the matter?" seonghwa finally asks once you are at the river. the both of you stripped down from your bloody armor and carefully washing the blood out. there was nothing you truly hated more than bloody armor, such a disgrace.

you turn towards him, clenching your clothes tightly, "i was thinking about my family," you say trailing off and at your words seonghwa also stops his scrubbing.

his now doe eyes looking at you softly and you hate how he makes your heart flutter and stomach do flips. seonghwa only knows a little bit about your family from greece and olympus, how went on this journey of revenge for your family after zeus took everything from you. you guess his comment from earlier was making you think.

but think about what exactly you aren't sure.

perhaps settling down with seonghwa after this and finally living a peaceful life. but was that something you even deserved?

"y/n," seonghwa is close to you, his bare skin touching your own and it brings you out of your thoughts. you look at him with wide eyes, surprised by how he moved this close to you without you noticing and he easily towers over you. perhaps that's a benefit from him being a frost giant? "what are you thinking? tell me," he sounds like he's pleading almost.

"i want to live a peaceful life, but i don't think i deserve it," you tell him, a chill running over you as you feel seonghwa's hand travel around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"why don't you deserve it?"

"i've done a lot of bad things seonghwa, killed a lot of people, gods, monsters."

"but you've paid your debt, stop living in the past and focus on now. you aren't in olympus anymore, darling. you're here with me now. i don't think hongjoong would want you to live like this, feeling guilty."

your eyebrows furrow at the mention of your dead lover. husband. you felt angry that seonghwa would mention him as if he knew him. without thinking you shove seonghwa away and the water around you two splashes up against you both. seonghwa looks at you in shock.

"don't you dare talk about hongjoong like you know him!" you feel the tears beginning to build up in your waterline, but not from sadness but anger.

"i lost him and our daughter because i was stupid! their deaths haunt me and i see their bodies every time i close my eyes. no matter how hard i try to move on i will always be haunted by their deaths and my mistakes, so don't tell me to not live in the past when that's all i can see!"

seonghwa said nothing as the two of you looked at each other. he was calm and collected while you were the definition of rage. heavy breathing, clenched fists, and tear-stricken face. his silence only made you more upset.

"i'm not asking for you to forget hongjoong and your daughter," he says after what felt like an eternity of silence. "but..." he trails off taking a cautious step towards you, "i want you to realize that you don't have to let their death weigh on you forever."

"seonghwa..."

"you said you wanted a peaceful life, well we can have one. we'll settle down at the small cabin and have our own children. you paid your debt, but you have to give yourself this second chance," he says as he stops back in front of you. his cold hand feels safe when he touches your own.

"i... i don't know," you pull away from him once more, turning away and walking out of the river, clothes and armor in hand as you walk back to the camp you two had set up at the clearing, leaving seonghwa by himself.

the two of you spent the rest of the evening and early night in silence. the two of you having traveled and been doing this long enough that you could do things around camp without actually talking to one another. seonghwa had went and brought back deer he hunted for the two of you two eat.

and so you sat at the campfire in silence, the smell of meat feeling your nose and cracking of the fire filling your ears. your mind still reeling from what was said earlier. seonghwa was right because he was always right. you didn't need to forget hongjoong and your daughter, but you needed to let their deaths not haunt you anymore.

your eyes flicker to seonghwa from across the fire, his own eyes already looking at you. he had finished eating a while ago while you were still picking at yours. he rolled his shoulders before standing up, walking over to you and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. silently bidding you goodnight before he enters your shared tent.

you don't know how much longer you sit by the fire, long enough for it to die out on its own. you stomp out the remaining glowing embers before crawling into the tent and laying down next to seonghwa.

you think you made up your mind.

"seonghwa," you know he's awake, he always waits for you to join him as you do for him. "can we talk?"

he turns over on his back while you lay on your side to face him. your hand reaches out to take his, linking your fingers together.

"i want to live a peaceful life with you. i want that small cabin, i want our children – your children, i want to take in the wolves, i want to love you everyday that i am able to wake up next to you and after that. i want to try and let go of my guilt enough for this to happen, please help me seonghwa."

seonghwa gives your hand a firm squeeze before he's rolling you onto your back and hovering over you. you let him pin your hands above your head and you can't help the arousal that runs through you when he does it with only one hand. his black locks framing his beautiful face that his clean of blood and war and his eyes are filled with something. lust? love? something else perhaps?

his large frame bends down to kiss you, his hands groping your body as he removes your undergarments so you are now bare and fully naked before his eyes. you watch as he lowers his head and trails his lips down your body; licking, biting, and sucking different marks over your tattered and worn body.

"s-seonghwa," you moan out when he finds home between your legs and licks your pussy slowly and lazily. his eyes never once looking away from yours. he makes out with your pussy, kissing it and letting his tongue drag in and out of your pussy and licking up any juices that you leak. like he's a man dying from thirst and your pussy is his oasis.

seonghwa effortlessly brings you to your first orgasm before he's finally pulling away, but not before pressing one last kiss to your pussy. he once again towers over you, a layer of sweat covering your entire body but you happily wrap your arms around seonghwa to bring into another kiss. your taste yourself on his lips, but you honestly don't mind.

the both of you are breathless when you finally break away, "seonghwa, i love you."

"my y/n, darling, i love you more than you can imagine," he says spreading your legs easily and you can't help but clench at knowing is coming.

"seonghwa, seonghwa, please!" you beg, hands combing through his long locks and brushing them out of his face.

"you know... if we start now, i could have you full and breed by the time we get back to the cabin," he says as you feel the tip of his cockhead running between your folds. "i can just imagine it," he says, slowly pushing himself inside of you, "fuck– you would look so beautiful with my child."

you clench around him the more he pushes inside of you, back arching as his lips latch onto your breast and begin licking and sucking on your nipple.

this isn't the first time you and seonghwa have fucked, but for some reason this felt different. as he thrusted into you, your name leaving his lips and his name leaving yours, you felt full. you felt a warmth spread through you as his taller stature curled into yours and you wrap yourself around him to bring even closer – if it was even possible.

"fuck– seonghwa, i-i'm close!" you could feel your second orgasm coming and it only seemed to drive seonghwa to move his hips faster.

he gave you his smirk, his eyes glazed over with lust, "i'm going to fill you with full of my cum over and over again, darling, until your stuffed and pregnant with my child," he says and you clench at his words. seonghwa does only a few more harsh thrust before you are both cumming. you fill his cum slowly filling you up and and some of it even leaking out around his cock from how much it is.

seonghwa is breathless as he pulls out and quickly folds your legs up and stuffing any cum back into you. you can't help but feel a little flustered at how he that, eyes staring hard at your cum-filled pussy. you then begin to feel a wave of exhaustion rush over you and you are lazily pulling at seonghwa to have him lay next to you.

he lays down next to you with a small 'ugh' sound leaving his lips as he does. you cuddle up next to seonghwa, and you realize that before meeting him, you never would have done this. you rest your head on chest as seonghwa draws his fur cape over the two of you. you can't help but let out a laugh at how it doesn't even fully cover the two of you.

"i want a daughter first," seonghwa says quietly and more to himself than you. "i want to name him dal-nim. it was my mother's name."

"its beautiful."

"what would you name her?"

"idonia," you whisper back, reaching up to kiss his collarbone.

"loving one," is the last thing you hear before you close your eyes and let sleep consume you.

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thewritingginger · 2 years

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;) Alphabet - Hermes p.5

This is the final part of Hermes wink wonk alphabet HCs

I had the will to write, perhaps thanks to alcohol but either way I hope you like it :D

Fandom: Blood of Zeus Letters: H, J, T, V, X, Y Warnings: NSFW 18+

Enjoy ~

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Has straight brown pubic hair that is kept short, if he can help it

Sometimes is grown out when more important matters are at hand taking his focus away from his grooming

Tries to groom himself maybe once every week or two when

Has a little sparse snail trail from his pubis to his navel

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Hermes, on an average week, will masterbate around 3-5 times

Mainly when he’s bathing for convenience of clean up and time tbh

However, there are nights where he is laying in bed and is frustrated and can’t be with you so he’ll rub one out to the thought of you

He usually will think of you on your knees before him, your doe eyes looking up through your lashes, as you massage his length in your hands

Usually uses his spit for lube

In a Modern AU he would ask if he could call you so he can hear your voice but he would be very shy and a bit embarrassed the first time he brings it up

However after that, and if you are into it, he requests that for when you cant be together and would want to hear you as well 😉

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

In a Modern AU Yes!

If you want to experiment with a toy or if it is something that you know helps you finish - like a vibrator - he will gladly try/use it

Is open to trying toys both on him and his partner

Owns a few toys; a simple vibrator, a cockring,& some light bondage; blindfold, silk ribbons/ soft ropes

Has used and enjoys from time to time the use of a butt plug - on his partner and himself

Overall, toys are great for added fun and foreplay to this boy

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not super loud or super quiet - really depends on the day

He does make noise tho

Lots of deep sighing and drawn out moans

Says your name a lot - sometimes almost chants it when he’s close to coming, especially when you are giving him head

Sometimes if you get him in a particularly needy state and tease him enough you can get him to whimper and whine a bit 😩

“Please, Y/n - ah ha.”

Can get a bit louder when he’s close to finishing but his voice cuts out and becomes a silent/choked groan when he cums

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Definitely a grower

A solid 6 - 6.5 inches with a slight curve to the right when hard

About average girth

The tip is a bit wider than his shaft and gets quite pink with erect

Not very veiny maybe one or two

Has a generally tight sack, they don't hang too much and are an average size

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

On an average week anywhere between 3-4 times a week

His sex drive isn’t crazy in either direction, depending on the week

However there is at least one week every month where it spikes a bit, whether that's due to stress or just wanting to be close to you

Want to see more? Let me know

Feedback and interaction is always appreciated :3

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Other Parts - Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4

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imdeadinsidesiriuslydead · 10 months

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Hi, could you write a reader x Jason Grace sex scene? they were at camp half-blood, being really cute, and Piper gets jealous (I love her sometimes, but I love to imagine her as a little villain), and since she's being inconvenient, they go to Jason's cabin and have sex

Jealous | Jason Grace x fem! Reader

a/n: Jason is such an underrated character that gets so much hate. Like yea he’s not Percy but like does every character suck just cause they are not Percy? Like bfr! I love both and can’t choose. Any way here’s some smut and fluff for you hun!💕

warnings: smut! Fluff! Jealous!Piper.

MINORS LEAVE BEFORE I CALL YOUR MOMS!

Everyone was singing around the campfire as you and Jason snuggled up. Ever since Jason and you made it official, Piper had been annoyingly popping up at the most inconvenient moments.

She started barging in on your couple time, causing the two of you to turn alone time into trio time.

You wouldn’t consider her a friend, not really, she was more of an acquaintance. You knew of the most messing with her mind and making her think Jason and her were an item, but you are also aware of the fact that it was an illusion and when it came down to it, she rejected him. But she couldn’t seem to let go.

Right now is one of those moments.

She appeared next to you two and just helped herself to the blanket cocooning you and Jason.

“Don’t mind me.” She said as she sat next to Jason’s side.

Jason gave you an annoyed look and mouth “sorry.” As he looked back to the fire.

You reached under the blanket and went to hold his hand.

“Jason! Could you fix the feather in my hair? I can’t quite get it to stay put.” She said.

“Sure.” And just like that, both of his hands are occupied. Piper gave you a smirk that went completely unnoticed by Jason as he concentrated on fixing the feather.

You were sick and tired of Pipers ability to get Jason to do what she wanted. Her powers whether she could tell or not, you knew she could but would love to give her the benefit of the doubt, had a clear affect on him. Cause afterwards he’s confused on why he did what she asked, he goes out of his way to avoid her because of it.

You decided to knock him out of it. And an evil little idea entered you head and you impulsively took it.

Jason was almost finished with the clasp on the feather when he felt your hand gently grab his knee. He ignored it but he couldn’t now because it was traveling up his leg slowly.

He tried to keep his breathing steady as he fixed the last little bit of the clasp. He tried to ignore the tightening of his pants as your hand stroked his leg slowly getting closer to his bulge.

“There.” He said as he turns away from Piper, ignoring the smile she sends his way.

He turns to you and gives you a stern look. You smile innocently back and turn to face the campfire.

you hand grabs his bulge hard causing him to quickly get up ands grab your hand, pulling you with him.

Piper gets up and asks where he’s going but he far to gone to listen to her.

He drags you all the way back to his cabin and slams the door shut. Everyone is far away at the campfire for anyone to see you enter his cabin.

“You’re gonna get it.” He says as he rips off your shirt and pants quickly.

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Piper followed you. She was concerned for Jason, he had left in a hurry.

She thought something was wrong. He must have had a vision, or remembered something about the prophecy.

She walked up to the Zeus cabin and knocked on the door. No answer.

She could have sworn she saw you guys walk this way.

She was curious and opened the door.

What she was not expecting was to see Jason and you on his bed fucking like cats in heat.

She stared horrified at the scene in front of her as Jason and your moans bounced off the walls.

Jason felt someone watching them and turned around. He quickly fell on top of you and tried to cover you up with his body as he pulled a blanket over his bottom half.

“Piper?!?” He asked as he scrambled to cover you up.

Piper seemed to have come to her senses and snapped out of it. She looked like a deer caught in headlight.

“Shit! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to- bye!” She said before running out of the cabin and slamming the door shut.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Jason said, losing all of his precious confidence and looking away.

“It’s not your fault. She walked in and just had to ruin things.” You said jealously. You played with your hair as Jason turned back towards you.

“I know. She barges in all the time. I’m sorry. Her charm speak whether she knows it or not affects me and then I just can’t focus clearly.” He said as he buried his head in his hands.

“Well,” you start as you push the blanket off his shoulders and trail your hands down his chest. “She’s not here now.” You say with a mischievous smile.

Jason lifts his head and smiles at you too before kissing you with so much urgency.

He picks you up flips you around, putting you on your hands and knees. He quickly rubs his cock through your warmth before thrusting in.

He goes faster, probably scared of Piper coming back, and moans as he reaches a point inside you only he can reach.

He reaches down and runs your clit, causing you to orgasm quickly. You won’t lie, being caught really turned you on.

It must have done the opposite for Jason as he was pounding into you for at least another 3 minutes before finally releasing into you. He whined as he pulled out and laid on top of you.

“I’ll talk to Piper about boundaries.” He said as he pulled you towards him.

“Ok.” You said as you leaned closer to him. “We probably have to head back, so no one in my cabin gets suspicious.” You try to get up but are pulled back down by Jason’s strong arms.

“Not now. Later.” He hums sleepily as he snuggled into you more. You laugh as your eyes begin to get heavy.

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Sorry if this is really short!

request are open.

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pupkou · 7 months

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✧ Blood and Darkness ✧

✦ Zagreus (Hades 2018) x Gender Neutral Reader. ✦ Warnings: slight mentions of gore (no details; in the game, Zagreus is killed over and over and is often covered in blood), head injury (reader is hurt, non-fatally, and is knocked out by hitting their head), mentions of Zagreus’ sexual escapades (no descriptions), reader is a servant of the house of Hades and is described as a shade, no smut (😞)... yet (😏). ✦ Word Count: 2.2K. ✦ Read on AO3. ✦ Part 1 / ?

You've heard rumors about Hades' son.

They say he's not in possession of a particularly impressive stature; he's of average height, with dark hair, and he's quite thin, really, for a God. That's what he is, after all, just a God of the Underworld. One of many. And one who looks like he's not indulging himself in ambrosia and nectar as much as he should be at that, it almost seems like he's ungrateful for all the blessings and curses that come along with being the Prince of the Underworld.

They describe him as far smaller and more pathetic than Achilles, their blush showing on their ghostly complexions as they describe how his hair is cropped close to his neck and black and unflowing, not at all like the golden locks that fall around Achilles' nape.

Oh, Achilles, why must you torture us with your divine beauty and arrogant sneer? We know our ghastly, hellish faces are unworthy of your gaze, but a small, simple kindness-- in the form of a smile from your handsome face-- would satisfy us for eternities to come. By Achilles, by Thetis, and by Zeus, please let him stroll by and be pleased by something enough to smile for us, even if his pleasure comes from our misery. Surely, one of us can think of something to poke fun at Hector... much like the spear of Achilles' poked at his neck... surely so, surely so...

They... say a lot of things, but they always call him Zagreus, which means 'great hunter'. But by the rumors you've heard, it... doesn't seem like Zagreus' name fits him very well. In Tartarus' maze, everything becomes prey to those that inhabit the different levels of death and despair that come before you feel the sun's warm embrace, or so you've heard. You've never actually felt the sun, but you have heard Achilles brag about it to Hades, reminding the king of his very eventful life on earth. The sun doesn't reach this far down, though, and is unable to illuminate the depths of Hades' realm or comfort those who call it home. Here, predators lurk around every moss-covered turn, under every magma-concealing rock, behind every skullified hero's dug-up grave, and even amongst the distinguished guests that frequent the house of Hades.

From the whispers you've strained to hear, it seems like Zagreus wants out of this place-- the Underworld, that is. The shades, your main source of information on Zagreus and the other residents of the house, love to gossip, and they say he's still not been successful in escaping the darkness that has consumed him since he was born. Some root for him, hoping that one day his laurels will know what it feels like to soak in the blazing sun like the blessed olive trees they were harvested from, while others laugh at his failure, joining Hypnos' chorus of dramatic mocking, when they see him rise from the blood once again.

He's always covered in it, head to toe, deep red and maroon coating his limbs and soaking from his limbs as if it were his own. Much of it is, considering the amount of times he's died, but that doesn't make it any less pitiful to see the Prince rise from the fluid of life (and death), unrelenting in his attempts to escape his home. He'd hardly call it that, of course, as you've heard him say as he climbs the marble steps leading from the pool of blood, wiping his glowing feet on the carpet that you think was one of Arachne's (hence its purpose being for Zagreus to wipe his bloody feet on.)

The thing about marble-- what the house of Hades is made out of-- is that it doesn't absorb sound in the slightest. It's a curse for embarrassed shades trying to quietly explain how they arrived in Tartarus early because their pet goat rammed them in the stomach, but a blessing for beings like you who get most of their daily excitement from the things that they hear refracted off of the cool stone walls.

Marble also doesn't quickly absorb any liquid poured onto its surface, despite being a porous stone, which means that you, one of the poor shades tasked with cleaning, have a lot of work to do. Guests in the house get rowdy at the kitchen bar sometimes, drinking too much ambrosia and leaving various liquids behind. Sometimes water from the river Styx drips from cracks in the ceiling, pooling and causing problems for anyone whose flesh comes in contact with the liquid. And on the worst days, the most stubborn of fluid comes in contact with the objects you're in charge of keeping tidy.

One of Cerberus' heads is a particularly messy eater, which means that sometimes droplets of blood from a cut of meat (or carcass) he's eating are flung onto precious objects. Another guest, who is said to be armed with a barbed whip, has been said to make her victims cry blood on occasion, staining the good dinner napkins and frustrating you profusely. But by far, the being who makes the worst, bloody messes, is Zagreus himself.

Despite him wiping his feet on the carpet and despite your polite suggestion to him-- a sheet for him to dry off with laid over the marble railing, Zagreus continuously trails blood all over the house. And it doesn't help that the Prince behaves like a dog, prodding at his ears when they're clogged with blood and scratching at his head to dislodge it from his scalp. He's even shook like a filthy mutt before, letting drops of blood fly from his dark hair and unknowingly creating hours of cleanup for you. You've always been forgiving, though, considering that for one, you don't have much of a choice, and two, that you've never actually spoken to Zagreus in all of your years working for the house. You've heard his name boomed in anger from Hades' decision chamber, whispered by a loose-lipped shade with an audience to entertain, and uttered during more private affairs when you shouldn't have been pressing an ear to the dark wood of his bedchamber.

But things happen. And you've never met him, so you don't feel too bad or worry too much about ever being in his presence. He's always gone anyway, wooing an undead maiden when he's not fighting to flee the house, you presume. So when you enter his bedroom dust off his belongings and collect his blood and gut soiled robes, you pay little attention to your surroundings.

You've been in his sleeping chambers many times since you've been trusted with entry, something the other cleaning shades consider a privilege. You scoff at the idea that cleaning up the Prince's dirty laundry, various collected knickknacks, and... bodily fluids is at all a privilege, but you do as you're told anyway because admittedly, it is interesting to be provided with such an intimate view of someone you've never met. There's so much to be told by someone's bedroom, or in Zagreus' case, the state of someone's sheets (his always are in various stages of disarray from his frequent activities held within the bedchamber), and you don't at all mind the exclusive perspective on the Prince.

You do, however, mind that he tracks blood everywhere. Usually, you're more aware of it, considering how much of your life you spend cleaning it up, but this time, you're not so lucky as to notice its presence. Abnormally, the carpet that cushions the foot of Zagreus' bed is kicked up in one spot so that when you move to straighten the books on his bookshelf, not only do you trip on the carpet, but you slip in a pool of blood, streaking it across the tile as you fall hard onto the floor. The force with which your head hits the hard, stone floor would surely have killed you had you not died ages ago, but in this extended lifetime, all it does is send the lower half of your body into the bookshelf's feet, knocking books, scrolls, and what are surely precious artifacts from Zagreus' journeys flying to the floor in a great crash that shakes and echoes through the room.

Although you're thoroughly disoriented and on the verge of passing out, you still hear a gravelly, skeletal voice in the distance say, "Maybe you'd better investigate that, boyo. Unless you don't got the guts! I sure don't! Ha ha ha!" before your eyes close and your mind descends to darkness.

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Rest, even when injury is involved, is rare for a servant of Hades like you, and it feels like only a moment has passed before your eyes are opening again, drowsy and weak as the lids flutter open. While you can't quite understand why yet, you notice that you're lying on a bed softer than a cloud and warmer than the sun (as you imagine it), and that soft voices are speaking in hushed tones nearby. One is older than the other, and commands the other to be more quiet as he worries, as though he's fretting about you.

Your sight comes back to you gradually, and you see that a red blanket with golden lining is draped over your legs and midsection comfortably, keeping you warm and still as the shocks of the pain from your head pulse through your body. Your neck hurts too, but it retains just enough of its strength that you're able to lift your hurting head and see the two forms hovering at the bedside, far enough to indicate that they were worried you might spring up like an undead warrior looking for revenge, but concerned enough that they needed to stay close.

The one on the left, who's farther from you, is a reanimated human's skeleton. A Bloodless, as they're called, was once a mortal warrior that did not receive a proper burial, and is now forced to roam the Underworld aimlessly, looking for a fight that might bring them eternal peace. It's a foolish game to play, of course, as all wise men know that no war will ever bring peace. This Bloodless doesn't seem mindless like the others though, and is able to make eye contact with his bright red irises, although he seems uncomfortable doing so. He looks at his partner when you meet his gaze.

His partner stands closer to you, his face full of concern as it points at you, studying you. He's not very tall, but he's muscular as if he uses his body more than the average God trapped in Tartarus for all of eternity, and the half of his torso that's revealed lacks scarring-- in the dimness of the room, it's almost like his skin is glowing faintly. His face is kind and handsome, unlike anyone you've ever seen before. On top of his short, dark hair rests a loop of multi-colored laurels whose crimson color fades into red, which fades into copper, which fades into gold.

It sits on his head like a crown, much like the dark-haired child in the portrait of Cerberus that hangs in the great hall wore, you think. Identical to it, even. You've never actually stopped to read the plaque that hangs beneath the masterpiece, so you're not sure who the child or his companions are or what their names could be-- you just know that he is of the utmost importance to Hades considering he is the center of a few artistic representations, which Hades isn't often fond of. But before you can begin your quest to discover the identity of the child in the portrait, he speaks.

"Hello, dear friend," he says softly. "Can you hear me?"

You swallow, hoping your voice still works, and say, "Yes."

"Woah! This one's got no respect for royalty! They just employ any- body these days! Ha!" the Bloodless jokes, elbowing his partner in the ribs humorously. Unfortunately for him, his partner doesn't laugh, he just keeps his attention steady on you, his heterochromatic eyes caring as they watch you. In any other case, he would push the Bloodless over and reduce him (temporarily) to a scattered pile of bones, but there are things more important to worry about than someone’s mistimed joke.

At the skeleton’s words, your stomach drops as all the blood rushes to your head all at once, and your heart starts beating so hard you can hear it in your ears, a pounding rhythm usually reserved for life-or-death situations. Suddenly, the room becomes familiar again-- the picture frames you've dusted and the knickknacks you've arranged and the blankets you've straightened thousands of times become clear to you.

You're in Zagreus' bedroom.

Prince Zagreus' bedroom.

And you're lying in his bed.

And the man, who was once a baby with a crown of laurels forced (by magic) to sit still for a portrait, is right in front of you.

The one person in the house of Hades who you've never come in contact with is standing at your bedside because you slipped in his blood.

You are so extremely damned. Somehow, even more than the first time you got damned to Tartarus for all eternity.

Blood and darkness.

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mysticmunson · 1 year

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peace (eddie x reader)

an: this is for @funsonmunson-again birthday celebration, a mafia eddie blurb :) im very tired and didn't proof read but i love ur adaptions of eddie so i hope you enjoy! (started listening to peace by taylor swift and got inspo)

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of death, smut (18+)

11:53 pm.

He was late.

Eddie was supposed to be back from his job at 10, assuring you that you’d have a night of takeout and movies when he returned. Instead, you paced the long hall, biting your nail as Lucifer and Vecna lay at each end with Dio and Zeus sitting on the couch in the living room.

Given his line of work, you didn’t wonder about the typical reasons he could be tardy like traffic or added assignments. Being kept mostly in the dark with his antics, you had to paint your own picture as to what occurred, for better or for worse.

Jeff was in his bedroom, the light still on with the occasional sound of shuffling trailing through the house. It was the only reassurance that something hadn’t gone majorly wrong, that Jeff hadn’t run out in a frenzy or was talking loudly on the phone. You just tried to remind yourself of this as you toyed with your wet hair.

Just a minute before midnight, the front door opened with only one bark from the dogs before a harsh, ‘Down.’. Eddie walked in with only one cut on his face, Gareth trailing behind and locking the door to retreat to his own bedroom.

Reaching your bedroom, his shoulders dropped as you approached, grabbing his cheeks to look at his gash. Taking his hand, you took him to the bathroom, flicking on the light as he stripped his shirt and jeans for comfort. He hopped on the counters as you fetched the first aid kit, setting it on the marble beside his thigh.

“Ugh, today was long.” He sighed, eyes fluttering shut as you angled his jaw to give you access to his wound. The cold alcohol made him hiss, dabbing it to clean the surrounding skin, securing it with a bandaid.

As much as you wished you could take the apology and head to bed, the build-up of emotions lingered as he sat before you. His nonchalance further solidified your apprehensiveness, choosing to look him over a few times to make sure none were missed.

The dead air made him uneasy as you stroked his knuckles that were narrowly bruised, turning a shade of deep purple with splotches of maroon. Allowing his eyes to reopen, he noticed a few tears dripping down your cheeks, unable to see your eyes as you looked down.

“Kitten?” He began, going to hold your waist until you walked away, dropping the blood-stained rag on the floor. His exhaustion was uplifted from his body as he sprung into action, able to cut in front of you before you could walk out of the bedroom.

His chest heaved as he barricaded the exit, your figure unmoving, staring towards the floor at your sock-clad feet. Backing away a step, you took a shaky breath and a sniffle as anxiety bloomed within his chest.

Finally meeting his glance, his heart fell to his gut as your eyes were bloodshot, tears rimming the edges before slipping down your skin. Wiping them swiftly, you rolled your shoulders and coughed to clear your throat, not doing much to assist your current state.

“Eddie, you scared me so fuckin’ bad. When other guys are late from work it’s usually just rush hour or catching a drink with friends, meanwhile, I was pacing for 2 hours wondering if my boyfriend was dead!” You choked, covering your trembling mouth with your hand.

Taking you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his middle as he sat on the edge of the neatly made bed that should’ve had your bodies in it hours ago. Rubbing your back in soothing circles, he hoped the perfect response would come to him, but with your shaking frame within his touch, he found himself stuck.

With a kiss on your forehead, he stroked your hair down on both sides, holding your face to let him wipe away the streams.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll make sure to text you if I’m running late or won’t be home on time.” He promised as your foreheads pressed together, noses gliding beside each other, “You mean the world to me, I never want to make you feel like that, I’m okay and I’ll always make sure you are too.”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to his cracked lips as small circles were drawn on your hip bones. There was a prominent heaviness weighing on him, you could tell as he held you, that something was slowly consuming him. You knew better than to ask, it would only make him retreat, never wanting his walls torn down.

“I’m sorry I’ll never bring you peace, I’ll try my best to.” He whispered, looking down at his lap until your finger forced his chin upwards. There wasn’t a smidge of dishonesty in his eyes, knowing this had been a concern of his that loomed silently.

In the middle of the night, he would sometimes glance down at your sleeping frame, admiring how calm you seemed in his arms. He feared it would vanish, that his tranquility would run out and drive you away from him.

He could never admit to you these things, not wanting to plant the idea in your head and not wanting to seem paranoid. But he made sure to hold you extra tight those nights, feeling you naturally adjust to his body against yours and hoping no one would take his place.

“Eddie, you mean so much to me, I feel safest with you.” You confirmed, watching some of the tension dissipate at the reassurance that he deeply needed. Though timed for when you felt vulnerable, you knew his admission was not to derail your own, but rather to come clean.

Tucking his hair behind his ears, you kissed him gently, slotting your lips together in harmony. His usual tender grip that settled on your ass was replaced with a delicate one, just to move you closer to him.

Undoing the knot on your robe, your mix-matched underwear didn’t feel sexy, but neither did this moment. There was an underlying need to embrace one another more than usual, discarding your remaining clothing soon after. His boxers fell to the floor as he scooted to the middle of the bed, following shortly behind him as you threw a leg over his waist.

Pushing his shoulder with one finger, you expected him to fall to his back, but he didn’t budge. He put a worn hand on your hip and the other to stroke himself a few times, hardening enough to enter you.

“Want you close, kitten.” He mumbled, looking at his cock as he slid himself inside of you, chest tightening as your cunt gripped him like a vice.

Easing downward, you were snug against him as you began to rock back and forth. Your chest was against his, feeling the heat radiating off of him as his heart beat faster. He took the hair tie from his wrist to bring your hair from your face, securing it in a loose bun behind you.

He guided most of your movements, shuddering when you’d clench and moaning when you’d whimper. His hand went over the expanse of your back, wandering around the skin that was usually too far to reach or pressed against something while intimate.

“I love you.” Eddie mustered out, breathing into your mouth, catching it hastily in a kiss.

“I love you too, Eds. So much.” You mewled, gripping his firm shoulders as your climax inched forward, tingling your toes. He slipped the hand from your spine to your clit, rubbing small circles as you cried out.

“That’s it, kitten, let go for me.” He cooed, soon feeling the stutter of your hips as he felt his own orgasm sneak up on him.

“Fuck, good girl, my girl.” He mumbled, pulling you further down onto his length as warmth covered your insides.

Your cheek hit his chest as his reached your head, holding each other as if being pulled away in seconds. The reminisce of scars littered his shoulder blades, loving every single one and how only you got to see them this close. The small slivers of skin that were practically pure white, slightly pink as the skin healed itself.

His hand cradled your cheek against himself, pecking your forehead, reminding him you were right where you needed to be. They would worry about cleaning up in a minute, but for now, as their blood pressure returned to normal, they chose to pretend they only existed within these walls.

Sweet nothings were murmured with affirmations of their love until sleep felt too soon to ignore. Standing on shaking legs, he smiled as you walked like a baby deer to the bathroom, following to clean himself up as well.

Wordlessly lifting you in his arms afterward, he set you beneath the covers, slipping in beside you. There was little space between the two of you as you fell into a peaceful slumber, knowing he was right beside you. As he looked down at his arms, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, holding you tightly. Not in fear that you’d leave, but the assertion that he had one thing that brought him peace.

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maisen13 · 2 months

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The devil is real

Sukuna x reader

smut oneshot

i might rewrite the ending.

«Are you sure you can handle this sweetheart?” Sukuna said looking down at you with an evil grin. You weren’t so sure about how you ended up in this heated situation. Sukuna pinned you to the wall and eyed you like you were his next meal, which you probably were.

It all started when you walked into the hotel and bumped into this guy by accident. That guy ended up being Sukuna, a man most would tremble just to be in his presence. But something about him was so attractive. You couldn’t help it, his facial tattoos and muscular body were enough to start a waterfall between your legs.

He had been so terribly sorry about bumping into a pretty lady such as you, so he had asked you out for a drink. Anybody in their right mind would have said yes, so you obviously agreed to it. The bar you went to wasn’t so very far away from the Hotel, only a 10-minute walk.

He had paid for a few of your drinks and had danced with you on the dance floor. He was surprisingly easy to talk to. After your seventh shoot of the night and an hour of dancing, he had asked if you wanted to go back to the hotel with him. If you had been a little more sober you would probably have told him no, oh god who were you kidding, you would have said yes either way.

The hotel room was not very fancy, it had a decent toilet and a king-size red double bed. You took off your shoes that had made your feet pound on the way here and made your way to the bed. But before you reached the bed, Sukuna grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the open wall. There he clasped your arms above your head and looked down at you.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” He said with his free hand holding your cheeks. You didn’t have a chance to reply before he smashed his lips on yours. He tasted like alcohol, which wasn’t so weird with the fact that you had just drunk it.

He pushed one of his legs between yours, grinding it into your clothed pussy. The alcohol was getting to your head, and your legs felt like they could give out any second. If it hadn’t been for his strong hold on your writs, you were sure that your legs would have given up on you.

Your tongues fought for dominance, but his won. The hand that had held your face in place moved to grop your left boob. The overwhelming feeling of his leg grinding against you and the hand massaging your boob, was enough to make you moan loudly into the kiss.

He let go of your hands and boob and lifted you by your ass. Your pussy was now on the same level as his dick, without thinking so much as a thought, your body started to grind against him to reveal some friction.

It felt good almost intoxicating. His tongue went far down your throat tasting the inside of your mouth like a starved caveman. Big strong hands massaged your soft ass. This man had barely done anything and yet you felt as if the world was spinning.

He pulled away from your mouth breathing just as hard as you were. “What a good girl you are, let’s see if we can keep it that way” A shiver went down your spine. The wetness in your pants could probably overflow a desert.

He carried you to the blood-red bed, carried you like a feather like the weight of your mortal body was nothing to his almost godly self. Carefully, he laid you down on the velvet soft sheets. But do not mistake him for a gentleman for the piercing gaze in his scarlet red eyes could tell any person with a soul that he was from the deepest part of hell. Even if you knew this or not your body still burned as if you were Icarus flying too close to the flaming sun.

Sukuna stood at the end of the bed staring down at you lustfully and terrifyingly. The hair on your body stood up as if Zeus himself were about to strike you with his lightning bolt. He ripped off his shirt with a price you didn’t even want to imagine. His lean body was full of tattoos, tattoos that no ordinary man would have.

It creaked in the bed as he put his body weight on it, crawling towards you like a hunting lion. Your heart was beating fast just like an antelope trying to outrun the sharp teeth of a hungry lion.

If it weren’t for a few too many shots you had taken without a care in the world, you would have left the intimidating situation. In all the years of your sexual life, you had never felt so trapped. Even though your mind and soul were screaming at you to leave, to get out of there, to run until blood suffocated you through your fatigued lungs. Your body had other wants and needs, it felt as though every particle of your body wanted him.

The body overthrew the mind as he crawled over you. “let’s get this useless dress off your body” His words did not even process through your mind before the cold air surrounding your already overheating body. You were now only in a black silk bra and matching panties. “How cute, too bad we have no use for them”

You would think that a muscular man like him would be warm like the god of the flames had blessed him with his inner blaze. However this was not the case, his cold finger danced along your sensitive skin. Going from your navel to the edge of your bra, he did not stop the icing-cold movements until he reached the clips of your bra. He undid it with only one hand, the other one just as cold had found its way to your clothed but socked hole.

The bra had found its way to the floor, and your panties were halfway down your legs. The embarrassment of being naked colored your cheeks into a rose-red color. You had always felt comfortable in your own body, but something about this man, if he even was a man, felt unnerving. “Your body is as of a goddess, the oil-soft skin, the golden glow of your hair. If I hadn’t heard the fast pace of your weak heart I would have thought you immortal. However, you are just a fragile human girl, who I can so easily shatter like the thin ice on a river in the early morning of November”

The loud gasp from your trembling lips created a devilish smirk on his red lips from the heated kiss just moments before. “You make it sound like you’re not a human yourself” He stared at you, not saying anything. You stared at each other for only a few seconds, seconds that felt like an eternity, until he slowly without breaking eye contact lowered his head between your legs. “I will not deny you neither will I tell you you’re right. If I’m human or not, mortal or immortal I will still pleasure you better than any man known to mankind would or could.” After he said that he broke the intense contact and liked your wetness.

His tongue felt like a gift from the heavens itself. The pleasure was breathtakingly enchanting, was this a creation from a god or a devil? You felt cursed, bewitched, but also divine. It was addicting the way his tongue moved around your folds.

You could already feel an orgasm approaching through your veins. The whole world had stopped and for this few minutes were only for the two of you. Like the world was not allowed to proceed while the two of you became one.

A finger went through your pulsating hole, teasing its way into you, making your eyes wide and your fingers gripping the sheets. He was a man true to his words, he could make you feel more pleasure from just his tongue and one finger than any other man could have.

You looked down at him and made eye contact. This was it you thought, this orgasm would be the end of you. How could an orgasm be more pleasurable than this? It was probably possible to die of too much pleasure.

It hit you like a bus, the pleasure went from your clit and traveled through your veins through your whole body. Many unholy words left your lips as he helped you ride out your very intense orgasm. “I never thought a girl like you could taste good, I have heard through many years of my life that girls like you tasted like unwashed carrots, however, you do not. It’s sweet and arousing. I’m afraid that if any men get the taste of you they would want you as their own. Your taste can make any man greedy with want for something a lot better than themselves”

You weren’t sure what he meant by that, was it a compliment? As you looked at him dazed you couldn’t help but notice the big wet stain in his pants. Had he too orgasmed? “Now my little fallen angel, I want you to sit in my lap and ride me. Hmm? You don’t want that? After I had put in so much work for your pleasure you don’t want to repay me? And here I thought you were just a filthy slut so desperate to be filled with my cock. If you want to be a brat, then go on be a brat. I will make sure you apologize later like the good girl I know you can be”

He stood up and took off his remaining clothes. His dick was blessed in both size and length. With a red tip and precum running down the length. “Get on all fours with your ass towards me” His words were colder and more stern. You did as he said with your ass in the air and head in the pillows.

A hand spanked your ass hard enough to leave a mark of a handprint for you to find later. Only vibrations of a moan were heard in the room from the spank on your ass, the pillow was stopping most of the sounds from coming out. Sukunas hand traced your ass just where he had spanked it. His fingers were still made of ice, even the temperature in the room felt as though it had dropped a lot.

You could feel something lining up to your entrance and slowly making its way inside of you. The pain was burning inside of you, a fire you could not take out. You groan into the pillow in agony. Normally it would not hurt this much, but he was just too big. “Breath sweetheart, my dick isn’t getting any smaller” He was right, it got in fact not smaller, but rather bigger.

“What are you so big for?” Your voice was hoarse from the first orgasm. He did not answer you, however, he started to slowly pull out. Before he slammed back in again, making you gasp. He continued this method a few more times, and to your surprise, it worked. The more he slammed back in the more pleasure you felt.

It did not take long before stuffed moans could be heard in the room as well as skin slapping. He was going at a rather fast pace, grunting here and there.

His cold fingers held you in place, ensuring you weren’t going anywhere. “Only a god could make a being like me feel this good, but here you are doing the impossible. Maybe I should take you for myself and make you mine so that I can use your soft body as much as it pleases me, hmm? You would like that wouldn’t you?” His words went in one of the ears and then out through the other.

Your skin was burning like a forest fire, besides you were not sure if you even could hold your hips up to his level without his grip. Suddenly your legs were moving and you were now lying on your back in the now messy sheets.

It was hard to keep your eyes open, even so, you could still see a few glances of Sukuna. God was he beautiful, he looked like he was sent from heaven. Nevertheless, you knew better than to think of him as an angel when he was a devil disguised as an angel. Do you know what they say about the devil? They say that the devil can be beautiful. A fallen angel, roaming the earth looking for its new victim which now was you.

He grabbed a hold of your neck, forcing you to look up at him. “Keep your eyes on me, darling, I want you to watch me destroy you” You were not sure if he meant destroying your body or your mind. However you did not feel as threatened as you did before, perhaps this was the work of the devil.

His grip on your neck did not loosen up, it was hard to breathe. Dizziness corrupted your mind and your vision started to blacken. Panic formed in the pit of your stomach, and made its way to your brain. You tried to push his hand away from your neck, but he did not move an inch. The last thing you saw before pacing out was his crazy smile.

A cold breeze hit your face waking you from your slumber. At first, you were confused and disorientated. Until you remembered your night with that stranger, well he wasn’t a stranger, Sukuna, a devil in disguise.

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oh-saints · 11 months

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erling is a very competitive guy, which means he hates it when he loses to someone else. which leads to why he’s currently fuming at the sight of you, his ex-girlfriend, enjoying the night with his new teammates. which leads to why he can’t wait to show you that you belong to him.

erling haaland x you

tw: dirty, dirty sex (hate sex; rough handling; bit of degrading kink; mentions of sex tape/taping kink)

wc: 2.1k

prompts: “protective erling” + “rough sex tape”

note: a highly coveted request coming out from the vault as the next post for smut week! sorry i fell asleep last night lolol & this is based on two asks here! pls bear in mind this is 18+ content therefore minors DNI! but as usual, I happen to write at dawn so it’s not beta-read yet.

“you need to relax, big guy.”

oh, if only he could… jack didn’t know how much erling had been wanting—no, needing—to relax throughout the party his club was throwing for their latest success.

but how could he relax when you showed up like a goddess sent by zeus to seduce every single human who possessed desire in this earthly realm? who invited you?

as far as erling’s knowledge goes, you didn’t know anyone in Manchester. it was probably one of the reasons why he picked the sky blue jersey instead of other offers when he decided to move on from his old life in Dortmund. when he decided to move on from you.

when he decided to forget the fact you broke his fragile heart big time.

but seeing you again, in flesh and blood this time, after almost a year, enticed all these forbidden feelings he was supposed to supress. he wasn’t supposed to feel the longing, he wasn’t supposed to miss you, he wasn’t supposed to want you again.

it should be forbidden too, the sight of your wearing a little black dress like that. so little that erling was sure everyone could’ve seen your panties if you were bent over a desk. thinking about the possibility really boiled the temperature of his blood.

so erling didn’t waste any more time to cut off the interaction between you and his teammates. you looked up because he was rude, your teammates looked up because they didn’t know you both knew each other.

“we’re going home.”

and before you could protest, he’d hauled you off his shoulder—without compromising your underwear, of course—and you were both outside of the club in less than a minute, thanks to his extremely long legs. you were too dizzy to figure out the upside down of your vision to even launch a protest to him, you had to wonder how the girls on those movies made it easy.

your buzzing head didn’t help you to digest the reality faster. all the sudden, erling opened the side of your door, waiting for you to come out rather impatiently, judging from the clicking of his shoes. so you pushed your featherlight body up to meet the giant’s eyes because you knew better than to test his patience, despite the months apart and despite the fact that you wanted to be mad at him for cutting short your temporary escapade.

“you got me home, erling,” you groaned as you noticed he was still following your tail. the last thing you wanted tonight was a giant intruding your home. “now go home.”

but he didn’t budge, for whatever reason. he didn’t even respond to your order and kept his distance behind you silently. he only cut down the Atlantic between you two when you were struggling with your keys, grabbing them and initiated to unlock the door.

still in silence, though.

with your questionable sanity, you couldn’t figure out if he was silent because he wanted to get this done and over with—getting you home, that is—or he was silent because he was angry with your slow motion. you could only hope the former because you shared the same sentiment.

you were about to say thank you as well as bidding him goodbye on your door step when he pushed you inside of your sanctuary. you wanted to bark at him for somehow barging in but he went straight for the fridge, fetching you a carton of milk and a glass of water.

“what erling haaland wants, erling haaland gets, huh?” you couldn’t stop the venom from your mouth, and you decided that it was a better response than to lash out at him. “what else can I get you?”

you were always a goody-two-shoes girl, you were the water to his fire… well, at least until you dropped a nuclear bomb in his head when you broke up with him out of nowhere without a single justification given to him. and now you were pouring him a sarcasm? the norwegian certainly didn’t appreciate the tone, at all.

erling didn’t hesitate to grab you by the jaw, rather harshly, when you approached him. he knew you were playing with fire by coming to him, testing his sanity that was barely hanging on the thread, and he saw that defiance in your eyes.

and it clicked on him.

you were purposefully trying to evoke his anger by coming into the party unannounced.

fuck your link—he’d bury whoever that was, but later when he was done with you. if there was one thing he hated than you possessing no more manner was that he hated anyone else looking at you like a pray, knowing you intentionally provoked them. back when you were a couple, you used to do it to prove you had no eyes but for erling and erling haaland only, but now…

the fire was still burning in your eyes, matching his fiery ones. while you were accustomed with his jealousy heat, the sight was rather new for erling.

while your eyes were sparkling with a rebellion tint, your entire posture was limp and powerless against his strong hold. how could someone so fierce, so… disobedient be so submissive and helpless in his hands? but as they said, new is always better. and god was he lying when you were sexier this way.

and to know that erling was the only one who could turn her into this vixen version of you?

fuck your link—he’d bury himself in you first for now.

erling didn’t waste any more time to dive into your lips, sealing them in a ruthless kiss that demanded your further obedience. but of course you didn’t give up to the point you could feel your teeth, your tongues, all clashed in the battle that was taking place inside the cavern of your mouth. not even a single space for you to catch your breath before he stole them away, probably as his ammo to keep your defences down.

the oral exchange was so hot that your body was slowly burning—from the heat of his body, his hands more over that you had to shed your clothes the moment he’d touched you there, everywhere. and before you could realise it, you were both standing naked at your kitchen. amazing you could do that in record time and record pace, considering your lips were still interlocked, keys to the locks were probably lost in the sea of pleasure by now.

erling pulled you by the nape of your neck, and you had to tiptoe your feet as you followed suit. the imbalance was utilised by erling to turn you around, folding your arms behind your back while his other hand was holding you in place by the throat. you could see your nipple rigid already by the mirror placed on your living room, and god you had never felt so sexy than at that point.

he dipped his head down, grazing dangerously lightly against the shell of your ears. you could feel his breaths—deep, slow, yet erratic breaths—brushing the soft bone before biting them gently, his tongue swirled the boneless lobules like it was a sour candy.

“enjoying this?”

but before you could answer that, the hand on your throat suddenly went away, only to comeback to slap one of your breasts, just right on top of your puckering nipple. you didn’t bother hiding your gasp at the sensation—the overwhelming sensation of having him everywhere without a way out. at least until erling was done with you.

“I’m sure you do, schnuppa,” erling’s teeth were now grazing the sides of your neck, down to your collarbone. “this is what a slut wants, no?”

like before, you didn’t have a moment to answer him before the same hand slapped your other breast. the sound was so crisp you couldn’t help but feel sinful if you wanted more. but erling was in a sinful mood so he alternated in landing you some blows between your boobs. left, right, right, left for countless times you forgot to count at this point.

so wrong of you, though, to miss the counting. because erling would always ask.

“how many times now?”

and of course, erling would always punish you whenever you struck the wrong number. his hand immediately went to smack your throbbing clit, even opening your mound to find the clitoris and spank the bud gently with his free fingers. how he did it—you didn’t know. heck, you didn’t think your brain could process so much information and sensation and emotions simultaneously like that.

“what would those boys think if they heard you making a mess on my hand like this, huh?”

erling’s mouth was back ghosting your ear, the other pair this time but the insane sensation was still the same. your folded hands were now placed against the kitchen counter before you were told to spread your legs so the hand that was staying on top of your pleasure central could have more access to you—to tease you, to play you, to fuck you.

“I’m sure they’d hate it, hmm?” you moaned so loud when erling pushed his cock gently on your back, you could feel the standing shaft between your butt cheeks. “they’d better be because this belongs to me,”

you didn’t bother to mask your wailing when he pressed his digits inside you, while his thumb remained tickling your clit and the budding bud. “fuck, erling!”

“oh I’m fucking you, baby,” you swore erling’s fingers were orchestrating in and out of you slower than Mozart and Beethoven’s slowest composition combined. “but tell me first, whose this pretty cunt of yours belongs to?”

you truthfully didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, and sensing this, erling immediately switched his pace into a mindfucking fast one. so fast you could hear yourself drenching his hand so disgustingly sexy, your wetness swiftly cascading down your inner thighs, and you could feel your legs slightly trembling. a sign you were this close to the edge.

but of course erling pulled out. he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction too.

you groaned in desperation, your legs had to be pressed closely against one another so you didn’t lose the last bit of your energy left. you were so focused on gaining back your vision due to the earth-shattering sensation that you didn’t realise erling had set up his phone somewhere that could catch the sight of you both fucking like rabbits, just like he planned to.

you gasped dirtily as erling pulled your hips towards his cock, telling you silently to get ready for what was coming. “who do you belong to, schnuppa?”

erling knew you were not giving in that easily so he pushed the tip of his cock lightly at first. like a prediction, you moaned at the sensation—because god damn it, it’s been a long while since someone entered you and the last person was erling months ago—but moaned even louder when erling pulled his shaft out. the giant repeated the motion and the question again at the same time, and you replayed your dirty whines like a broken record.

erling had to applaud your tenacity for not backing down. this new version of you was surely a challenge he’d love to conquer. but he knew you were nothing but empty threats at the end of the day.

his smirk grew wider as you whimpered pathetically, “yours, erling. it’s yours, fuck!”

“there we go,” erling finally thrusted into you, and he groaned inwardly because no matter how much he denied you, it was the best feeling to be buried inside of you. “god, you feel so fucking good. I bet the boys can only shit themselves when they see this video of us.”

you could only hope erling was kidding about the video because there was no way you could hold your head high anymore if they’d seen you cum for five times in five different positions.

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