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simping-overload · 26 days

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a/n: showing my love for my favorite Greek God of all time, Hermes<3 this is a multichapter fanfic.

trigger warnings: animal hunting so animal death. Religious themes and practices

synopsis: You never thought helping out a lost hobo would end up with you in the loving embrace of a god.

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disclaimer: hermes is based on his BOZ, EPIC, and canon mythology. I don't really know how ancient greece actually was or how hunting works so take this with a grain of salt! It is just fanfiction :)

You come from a village that has been long-term worshippers of the goddess, Artemis. Each year, the village holds a festival, Laphria¹. With this festival, of course, comes activities, the most important being the hunt. Where 3 main selected participants, who were allowed to bring at the maximum two others along the hunt with them, they were to hunt down a large stag, whoever was to bring back the largest wins.

The reward would entail being given a large sum of money and being allowed to worship the goddess to the fullest extent, which means you'd get to say your prayers before everyone, including the high elders.

This year, you were finally chosen for the hunt, much to the joy of your family and friends. You were their best hunter and tracker, able to find an animal with ease regardless of how little the evidence that has been left behind.

After passing a familial trail—hunting a snow hare in the middle of snowstorm— you were gifted a beautiful pup who you named Winston². The two of you were jointed at the hip. There wasn't a place you'd go without him. This included the hunt.

You decided to bring two of your beloved friends along, Damian and Agnes. You set off at dawn, racing into the trees on the back of your horses, Winston running ahead as the scout.

Agnes and Damian were chattering away behind you as you looked over the map. You wanted to try and plan out all paths you could safely use.

"So...do you think if I win this, it would get Corinna at the very least interested in me?" Damian questions, fiddling with the horses' reins. He had a crush on Corinna ever since they were teens, spending most of his time trying to impress her— which failed considering he always made a fool of himself.

Agnes, bless her, rolling her eyes as she listens to Damian rant, just as the millions times before. She's been friends with him since they were babies. Both of their mothers were the best of friends, so it makes sense they were too.

You didn't come into the picture until you were about 7 or so, moving here to take care of your grandmother after she got sick.

You met Agnes when your mother invited hers over, and then her mother invited Damian's over. You all were just placed in front of each other and expected you all to click automatically. Thankfully, you did, and you've been friends ever since.

"Probably, but you need to remember Nikolaos is in this competition too, I know he's been desperate to get her hand as well." She pauses as her horse jumps over a fallen tree. She looks back at Damian with a blank stare and continues. "And also this could've been avoided if you just grew a pair of balls and confessed."

"I can't just do that— I need to get her attention first. Maybe we'll find that white stag the elders ramble about." Damian giggles as he pictures Corinna leaping into his arms and saying yes to his proposal. He was such a lovesick fool.

"Or maybe she's already interested and is waiting for you to confess. I've heard its custom in her family for the woman to wait for the man to ask, no matter how long it takes." You chime in, not looking up from your map.

"Wait wh—" Damian is cut off when a large gray wolf jumps from out of the trees, holding a white hare in its mouth.

Your horse, startled, bucks you off its back, sending you to the forest floor. You're now eye level with the wolf, noticing how its eyes are an unnatural golden color.

You and the wolf stared each other down for a moment before it huffed and leaps back into the trees. Agnes drops down from her horse and rushes to your side, while Damian goes off to fetch your horse.

You snapped out of your daze when you felt something wet touched your cheek. It was Winston, licking at you and whining in concern.

You pat his head to calm him, and you lean on Agnes for support as you stand. She brushes the dirt and leaves off your back.

"Hey, you okay?" She questions, her freckled face is laced with concern.

You feel fine, a little sore, but nothing you hadn't been through before. There was something about that wolf that just stuck with you, "Yeah, I'm fine. That wolf, though... its eyes were like pure gold."

"Maybe it's one of Lady Artemis' wolves? It wouldn't be the first time she's watched over the hunts." She suggests, steppingaway from you once you've steady yourself. Damian comes back with your now calm horse, handing you the reins.

"I suppose? Though I never heard of a wolf having pure gold eyes before... Anyway, Winston, did you see anything?

Winston barks in reply, his tail wagging before he runs off. You mount your horse and begin to follow him. You motion the other two to do the same.

Winston leads you to what looks to be a temple, one that seems to have been neglected for years. Nature has taken over, vines have trickled up and wrapped themselves around the columns, and grass and flowers grow from the cracks of the floor. The usual pure white of the marble has faded into a off white tan color with a thin layer of moss across the surface.

"Let's make sure the area is safe for us to set up camp here. Agnes, check out the back of the temple, and Damian, you'll start with the outer perimeter. I'll start with the inside. Regroup to the front once you're sure no one else has been here."

Agnes nods, and Damian gives an alright in response before going back into the forest. You dismount your horse, tying it to a loose fence post. You make your way up the cracked stone steps and into the temple.

The rays of sun lit the inside of the temple, illuminating the illustrations that line the walls and ceilings. Going off of the winged shoes on the god that was illustrated, this was a temple of Hermes. You wonder if there was ever a village that was here before yours that were worshippers of him.

Your search around the temple came up empty, with no human activity. Only animals and plants seemed to have been inside. You leave the temple in time to see with Damian and Anges coming back.

"There doesn't look like there's anyone for miles, only animals. I saw the cutest fox kits." Anges says.

"Same here, though I wasn't blessed with seeing any cute aniamls today." Damian pouts, dismounting his horse, kneeling down next to Winston to ruffle his fur, "Expect for this bugger." Winston barks and licks the man's hand.

You chuckle, "Looks like it's safe to set up camp here, we'll need to find something to eat, so I'll try and find something for us. You two just set up camp and remember to use the horn if anything happens."

They give you mock salutes in response before they begin to take the supplies off the horses and into the temple. You mount yours and whistle for Winston to follow as you trot off into the woods.

It doesn't take you long to hunt something down. After finding some boar tracks, Winston leads the rest of the way to the creature. Upon finding it, you ready your bow, steadying yourself on the moving horse as you focus your aim on the boar.

You suck in a breath, drawing back your arrow and whispering a short prayer to Artemis as you relase. The arrow pierces through the side of the boar, straight to the heart, quick and painless.

Suddenly, you hear a loud scream, and off in the distance, you can see someone running towards you with what looks like a... deer? Chasing after them. Winston stands alert, ears perked, and focused on the person getting closer to you. You hold your reins tight while Winston moves in front of the horse.

The person turned out to be Nikolaos. You spot his signature ginger hair showing from under his hood before he trips over a log and face plants in front of you. He doesn't try to exchange pleasantries as he scrambles up to keep running.

The deer came soon after, gracefully hopping over the log. It glanced at you for a meer moment, giving you enough time to see its golden eyes. The same color from the wolf.

You hop down off your horse, making your way to the boar.

You are for sure this time that it wasn't Artemis. Maybe some other god?

You wrap the boars legs tight with string as you bring it back to your horse, settling it on the rear. Positioned so it won't slip off, you mount your horse once more before going back the direction you came.

As you make your way back. Your mind wanders back to Hermes. It could be him. After all, he's one of the more playful gods known for his pranks and tricks. You'll have to make an offering to him for letting you sleep in the temple, regardless if it's abandoned or not, and so he doesn't prey on your friends like he did Nikolaos.

By the time you made it to camp, it was dusk. Agnes greets you outside, taking the horse reins from you. You take the boar off of the horse, taking off to the side as you make quick work of the animal, cutting off the hide and chopping the pieces of meat you need. You leave whatever is left for Winston and the other forest creatures to feast.

Damian is quick to start cooking. Thankfully, his mother was kind enough to pack spices so your group wouldn't have to suffer tasteless food.

Until the sky went dark, you spent the rest of your time eating and talking. Damian nearly choked on his food when he heard you recant the experience in the woods earlier. He says he wishes he could've seen the look on that bastards face when he was running away. Agnes jokes that Nikolaos probably looked like a scared chicken. Which admittedly, he did, come to think of it, his screams sounded like the human equivalent of one.

As the night went on, it got quiet, Damian was the first to sleep, and Agnes was next. Winston is sprawled out in between them, snoring away. Before you rest, you bring a plate of food and burning incense to the altar.

You whisper, "Please, Hermes. The God of speed and travel grant us permission to make sanctions in your temple. If you disapprove, we will be out as the sun rises. Take this food as a thank you for allowing us to sleep here for the night." You pause. "Also... please refrain from chasing us as a deer or anything else for that matter. While it was funny what you did to Nikolaos, I would rather not soil my pants." You chuckle, placing the food onto the alter and the incense in a dusty holder.

You go back to your original resting place, leaning against the pillar. You feel a soft and comfortable breeze flow through the temple. The sounds of the trees rustling soothe you into a nice slumber.

Still in deer form, Hermes walks through the woods, no set destination just allowing the fates to choose where he will end up. Faintly, he can hear someone whisper a prayer.

"Please, Hermes. The God of speed and travel grant us permission to make sanctions in your temple. If you disapprove, we will be out as the sun rises..."

It was not often that he received prayers, especially not in his sisters park of Greece. He lets the prayer pull him towards the location.

Switching to his human form, he approaches the temple. It was one of his firsts. A gift to him by his father. While unkept, it still stood strong.

He sniffs the air, a familiar smell, boar. Not only did he get a prayer, but he got an offering, too? Just what he needed after chasing the mortals.

He giggles as he makes his way inside, involuntary waking up Winston, who was silenced a quick shush and a pat to the head.

Hermes looks around at the mortals who sleep before him. Wondering who said the prayer, his eyes land on you. Still leaned against the pillar, head thrown back against it. Your hand is tightly wrapped around a dagger. Ready to strike if need be.

He studied your face for a moment, his hand twitched with the desire to trace over your features. You were very attractive for a mortal, and judging from the faint golden aura he could see emitting from you, you're the one who prayed.

He steps away with a grin, making his way to the alter. He picks the plate up, nearly drooling on the food. As much as he'd love to take his time eating, he's a glutton. In seconds, the plate is empty. He holds back a burp as he makes his way back out of the temple, glancing at you as he makes his way out.

Well, he's going to have some fun on this vacation.

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maomao92 · 19 days

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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 🤨😐

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thewritingginger · 1 year

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I have no other reasoning for choosing Ares for this other than he just seems the type to like talking down to his partner and living his best Dom life :)

Also this is the last of my 2022 Kinktober posts! Thank you so much for your patience :3

P.s. Poorly edited, mind mistakes

Fandom: Blood of Zeus Pairing: Ares x Fem! Human Reader Word count: 2.1k+ words Warnings: 18+, Dub-con, God / Human relationship, Rough sex, Master kink, Degrading (use of whore), Belittling, Bondage (chains, flog) , Vaginal fingering, Vaginal sex, Breeding kink, Spanking, Hair pulling, Slight praise, Creampie, Aftercare, A cluster-fuck :)

Enjoy ~

“Listen to how pathetic you are, crying like a wounded animal. Is my cock too much for your little human cunt?” The god says as he pounds into you.

You are unsure of how long you’ve been getting speared on Ares’ unforgiving cock. The sounds of your wet joining, his sack slapping against your throbbing clit, your wanton moans and incoherent babbling, and the chains that have your arms suspended above you make up the cacophony of debauchery in Ares’ room.

Having come back from a sparring match –one interrupted by Zeus– defeated and agitated he sees you, his dutiful little human and your tight cunt was just the outlet he needed to relax.

The late evening rays of the setting sun paints the room, indicating you’ve been at the god's mercy for quite a while. Your whole body aches. Your arms are sore from prolonged suspension, your exposed skin stings from vigorous lashings of Ares’ strong hands and your quivering quim is exhausted from the repeatedly forced oragams and heavy pounding of Ares’ hips.

“Ma -ah- Master, pl-please -ah. I can’t.” You cry for mercy. Your poor body has tried to hold out for as long as your God needed but you can’t take it any more. A large hand is threaded through your hair before roughly pulling your head back, ripping another cry from your throat.

“You can’t?” A chuckle vibrates through his chest and into your back. Heavy panting laces his words, “That’s not really your choice now, is it, pet?” You give a weak whimper then he releases your head and pulls out of you completely leaving you feeling unbelievably empty.

You hang your head, body slack with only the chains around your wrists holding you up. Then the tension on your shoulders releases, pulling a relieved sigh from your lips. Your body drops unceremoniously to the floor. You're shaking and weak but manage to look up at the war God towering over you.

“Ma-master, please.” Your voice hiccups, tears threatening to brim over once more. You flinch when Ares’ powerful body crouches, his cock a steel rod coated in your milky essence erect in your vision before his hand wraps around your throat, directing your face up.

“Please, what, human?” He spits the last word, as if it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. Tsking, Ares tosses your face aside and stands. You timidly watch through your lashes as he paces across the large room to a cabinet. He opens a secret compartment in the back that you know is filled with tools he reserves specifically to tortour you with.

As you try to catch your breath and lift yourself on your shaky arm, you look up to see a flogging whip in his hands and his feral crimson eyes carving into your weak and battered body –the evidence of rough treatment already visible on your skin. He stops a few paces away from you and looks between you and his bed expectantly.

“Bed. Now.” Swallowing, you urge your legs to move so you could stand but are stopped promptly by a lashing of soft leather straps across your back. “Did I say you could stand. Crawl.” He spits, punctuating with a flog to your already reddened ass.

“Yes, Master.” You obediently say as you try to will your limbs to keep you up right as you scoot across the marble floor.

Making it to the bed Ares’ voice barks out once more, “Get on.” with another lash across our skin. With a whimpered response you crawl onto the plush mattress to the center and present your ass to him as he likes, your arms folded under you and face pressed into the soft furs beneath you.

You feel the bed dip from Ares’ weight. Positioned behind you, his warmth washing over you once more, you flinch at the sudden touch of his rough palm gripping your asscheek to spread you open.

“Look at your filthy cunt, gaping and dripping with my spunk like a street whore. You’re nothing but my toy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master.” A pleased dark laugh vibrates from the god’s chest and another lash of his whip.

“You like being used? Having your tiny human cunt stretched out around my cock, ruining you for any mortal man? Only a god’s cock will be able to satisfy this filthy hole of yours, huh?”

“Yes, Master. Please, Master- ah!” Your pleas were cut off by his hand coming down firmly on your ass.

“Such a greedy little whore. Please, what? Did I ask you what you wanted?”

“No, Ma-.” Another smack on his hot palm.

“No, I didn’t.”

Tossing the flog on the mattress Ares positions himself on one knee, his large hands groping and firmly massaging and spreading your ass in warning and in thought.

“I give you so much, do I not?”

“You do.” You plead and sniffle, new tears springing from your ducts.

“I do? Then why could you possibly be crying?” He says with a spank. “Did I not already give you my cock? My seed? Is being filled countless times and left dripping still not enough for you?”

“No. I- ah.” Another spank.

“No? Do you need me to fill you up more? You’ve already wasted my cum. Letting it drip out of your pathetic cunt and across my floor.” You feel his calloused fingers sliding through your soggy folds, collecting the white liquid dripping out of you. “Should I really continue to give you my prick after that?”

“I’m sorry, Master. Please, mercy.” You cry, making him laugh darkly once more

“Mercy.” He huffs as he shoves two thick fingers into your exhausted core. “Do I not show you mercy when I take you in my chambers instead of out in the open? Or perhaps I show it by not passing you off to another God to deal with you when I’m through with your sniffling?”

His digits bully your walls in quick and rough movements. He curls your insides making unearthly sounds rip from your throat, tears streaming down your face, muscles contracting.

“You’re lucky I’m fucking my seed back into you rather than throwing you outside to leak onto the pavement of the courtyard.”

“Yes, M-Master. T-thank y-you, M-ah!” Your words are robbed from you as your umpteenth orgasm of the evening erupts.

When your high dwindles the fingers pumping into your cunt don’t falter, they seem to continue with more vigor and ferocity, stealing your body’s chance to relax.

“Wait -ah- I- please- ah!” Your choked sobs are broken up and you feel helpless against the ruthless War God pummeling your trembling body with his fingers, especially when he just chuckles again and brings his hand against your bruised ass

“That’s right, little human. Cry. Beg. Beg me to stop ruining you. Is that what you want?”

“No.”

“No? Then plead. Scream for me. Let all of Olympus hear how needy you are for your master’s cock.” You cry, unable to speak as his fingers continue their assault.

Leaning over your back, your head is pulled back unnaturally by your hair so Ares can speak into your ear.

“Did you not hear me, human?” He spits through his gritted teeth. “Speak.”

“Please, Master! I need your c-cock. Stuff me full -ah- I need it! Please!” You plead loudly, your voice -along with the squelching of Ares’ moving fingers- bounce off the walls of the room.

“Good Pet.” He purrs into your ear pleased. Before you can let his praise melt over you, his fingers rip from your hole leaving you empty but not for long because before you could adjust to the emptiness you’re split in half on his rigid cock –that is harder than before.

With his hand still tangled in your sweat slicked locks his hips resume the same vicious pace as his finger. The soundtrack of skin on skin and choked moans and heavy breath fills the air.

“Fuck. That’s good. Let every God and human within a hundred mile radius hear you.” He grunts, smacking your ass. “If you try holding anything back from me your punishment will be so severe I’m not sure your human body would be able to handle it.”

His threatening words should scare you but they twist sickeningly sweet in your belly with the unbelievable pleasure he is bringing upon you. Not that you’d be able to hold back anything even if you wanted to, your jaw remains slack letting any and all sounds from your throat fall out and if you have any morsel of sense left you might’ve cared. Maybe even be embarrassed. But you’re not. Your mind is so far gone. The only jumbled thoughts that can pass through your fuck-out head is about Ares and his cock and needing more. More of his cock. More of his cum. You want to be so filled you’re dripping him from next week in reminder of who owns you.

“You’re squeezing my cock so tightly. You like being threatened? Filthy whore.” He says with an edge of amusement as he pulls you up till your back is flushed to his front. “But that just makes you my filthy whore, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck, you’re cunt is good. I’m so close. You want my cum, human?”

“Yes.” It’s the only word your dumb brain can make up but Ares doesn’t care, you can tell by his erratic breathing and irregular pumping of his hasty hips against yours that he is soon to burst.

“Yeah? Dump my spunk into your womb? Make you round with my seed? Is that what you want?”

“Gods, yes!” You moan, your head resting back against his shoulder, his hand leaves your hair to rub your sensitive clitoris.

For support you grab onto any part of him you can —his arm wrapped around your front, his tight ass behind you– digging your nails into his skin he hisses in your ear, hips moving faster to reach your collective ends.

“Taking me so fucking well. Your sweet cunt was made to be split on my thick cock. Damn it!” He roars, his hips hitting your ass once final time with a hard smack. Nonsensical moans fall from your open lips as a hot pool begins to spread in your belly, his balls empty out into your quivering core as his fingers continue to rub the nub between your lower lips.

Your stomach twists tighter and tighter the longer his fingers keep moving, hell bent on pushing you over the edge one last time.

“Cum on my fucking cock. I want to feel your cunt milk me.”

“Yes I-I’m-.” You weren’t able to finish your sentence before you were swept under the tidal wave of pleasure coursing through your fatigue stricken body.

“Good girl. Fuck.” Praises fill your ears as he works you through your -hopefully- last orgasm of the night.

Once you’ve finally fully slumped in Ares’ grasp he gently lays you back to the mattress, your cheek presses into the soft pelt beneath you as you try to catch your ragged breath. Warm hands run down the length of your body, tickling the skin of your waist to your hips. Gently rubbing your battered ass in his hands, Ares slowly pulls out of your exhausted walls. Low praises enter your ears as you let out a hiccup of discomfort at the feeling of being emptied and being spread for the God to watch his thick white seed leak out of you.

“You did so good for me, Sweetheart. Just relax, I will clean you up soon.” He says, stepping off the bed. Picking up the whip beside you and placing it on the nightstand, Ares crouches beside the bed to be eye level with you, he pets your head, brushing away stray hairs stuck to your forehead from sweat.

“Are you okay?” His voice is serious and warm. Willing your eyes to flutter open you’re met with crimson eyes that are completely different than before. Before they looked like the ones of a predator but now they are the ones of your lover, a man that loves you. Giving a tired smile you nod your head slightly.

“Yeah.” “Good. Do you want me to run you a bath or do you want to lay for a while?”

“Lay for a while.” You yawn.

“Do you want me to hold you or if you wish I can leave?”

“No, stay.” You lay your hand on his wrist and without another word Ares gathers you in his arms, gentle to not harm your already sore body, and lays with you in the middle of his large bed.

“Rest now, Darling. I’m in no rush.” You humm in tried response and nuzzle your head into Ares’ warm chest, listening to the low rumble of his voice speaking praises along with the steady beat of his heart.

This took a while to get to cuz I couldn’t figure out how to write it But I got there and I hope you liked it

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thatonepersonwhocantwrite · 7 days

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Y/n is Gender neutral

Apollo introducing Heron to Y/n and some other gods/goddesses

Apollo: that's Y/n they loves their personal space

Hermes with his speed comes barreling towards Y/n with the intention of giving them a hug but doesn't slow down in time cause Y/n and Hermes to tumble onto the ground

Apollo: that's Hermes he also loves Y/n personal space

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love-of-fandoms · 2 years

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This is probably a bit of a silly request (assuming they are still open! If not feel free to ignore!) but in the interest of torturing Blood of Zeus!Poseidon a little I was thinking following the events of the Referee Poseidon, you know, trying to dodge Hera's wrath, makes an effort to be nice to Reader. He gets on the wrong side of Aphrodite, however, who uses her abilities to "amplify" an attraction to Reader to extremely...distracting levels. Now, Poseidon isn't crazy enough to try and bed a Reader romantically involved with both Zeus AND Hera, but I can't help but think it'd be fun to watch him squirm a little as he grapples with the idea ;D (Bonus points if Zeus and Hera eventually catch on - I imagine Hera would be unamused while Zeus would probably cackle at his brother predicament lol)

A/N I still love these three so OF COURSE I'll write more for them!

The Game

The Referee

It had been a couple of months since the whole “Poseidon throwing a golden net over your lovers and you” situation, and the sea god had deemed it safe enough to return to Olympus. You found yourself avoiding him, wanting to avoid the awkward feelings that would come from seeing him again after your last encounter. You knew your lovers would find neverending amusement from watching him stumble through interacting with you, but the idea just made you tired.

He was in the gardens one day at the same time as you and Hera. She had wanted you, as her favorite nymph, to show her your favorite flowers. It was very sweet of her to want to spend this time with you, and you enjoyed pointing out the different patterns in nature and which ones you preferred to mimic in plant form. Or at least you enjoyed it until Poseidon was walking towards you two, a bouquet of all things in his hands. He called your name first, then greeted the queen with a short bow.

“I wished to apologize for my grave lapse in judgment the last time I was here,” he said, holding the bouquet out towards you. “I hope you understand my intentions were well-meaning, but my actions were out of line-” he trailed off as you gently took the bouquet from him, turning and dropping it to the ground. His face fell for a moment before a bush sprouted from the bouquet, each type of flower showcased among its emerald green leaves.

“Apology acknowledged,” you muttered before stepping behind Hera, half-hiding behind her. The Queen smiled saccharinely at her brother-in-law, placing a comforting arm around your shoulder as she began to lead you away.

“That means they don’t wish to talk to you, dear Poseidon,” she said over her shoulder, voice icy-cold. The sea god flinched, but nodded and walked the other way.

“Brother!” only to run into the other third of his dilemma. “I saw that,” he motioned behind Poseidon, an amused smile on his face. “Trying to get yourself into our sweet nymph’s good graces?” Poseidon tried not to react.

“Only wishing to set things right,” he muttered gruffly.

“Or perhaps trying to get yourself into our sweet nymph’s bed?” he prodded, delighting in the flush that overcame Poseidon’s cheeks.

“I would never! I-”

“Perhaps that’s why you decided to terrify them the last time you were on Olympus,” Zeus prattled on. “Not like you to be jealous, hmm brother? Not that I can blame you, they were moaning so sweetly for us-”

“Zeus!” Poseidon tried to cut his brother off.

“-I’m sure you found her beautiful, didn’t you?”

“That’s not the point-”

“Didn’t you?” silence followed, and Zeus smirked. “Well?”

“Yes,” he muttered gruffly, unaware of the goddess listening to them on the other side of the rose bush. “Your lover is one of the most beautiful creatures on Olympus,” Zeus smiled cheekily, yanking an apple from a tree and taking a bite.

“I know,” Zeus turned and began to walk away, leaving his brother with some parting ‘wisdom’ “Do enjoy your stay on Olympus! Try not to throw any more nets over anyone!”

Poseidon glanced back over his shoulder, seeing you still conversing with Hera on the other side of the garden. A gust of wind blew past him then, carrying rose petals and the scent of myrtles. His pupils dilated as he stared at you, and he found himself alarmed at the sudden attraction he felt towards you. He hadn’t been lying when speaking to Zeus, you were quite beautiful, carnations and lilies scattered throughout your hair, no doubt a nod to your lovers.

He took a step towards you, wishing once more to set things right, though this time less out of a sense of self-preservation and more out of some irrational need that coursed throughout his very being. A need to be on your good side, to become close to you-maybe as close as the king and quee-no!

He abruptly turned the other way, hands massaging at his temples to stave off the oncoming headache and confusion.

Aphrodite giggled from her place behind the rose bush. She couldn’t harm you for Poseidon’s ignorance: saying a nymph’s beauty equated to that of her and the other beautiful gods and goddesses of Olympus? Ridiculous! If she wished to retaliate by harming you, Hera and Zeus would have her head. Poseidon, however… She had a feeling Zeus and Hera would only reap amusement from the sea god’s new raging attraction to you.

That night at dinner, Zeus and Hera were indeed amused at Poseidon’s constant attempts to speak with you. You were sat at Zeus’ left, Hera on his right while Poseidon sat to your left. You gave short answers, still immensely uncomfortable with his presence, even more so now that he wouldn’t stop talking to you.

“I noticed earlier you were speaking with the queen about what plants you enjoy,” he began. “Have you ever had the pleasure of seeing the coral reef?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“No, my lord,” you mumbled, moving the food around your plate disinterestedly. You did try your best to be polite to the sea god, smiling at him when appropriate and occasionally adding to the conversation enough to avoid insult.

“I would be honored to show you sometime,” he mentioned. “I personally find it more beautiful than the gardens of Olympus,” you smiled politely.

“I appreciate that very much, my lord,” you said. “However I’m sure my friend Althaia would enjoy it even more! She’s a naiad charged with the protection of the Corinthian Gulf, and has always wished to see more of the ocean!” He seemed to remember himself then, glancing around the table and meeting the amused gaze of Zeus and the pointedly less-amused gaze of Hera.

“Ah, of course!” he scratched at his beard. “I suppose a dryad such as yourself would wish to stay on solid ground,”

“Indeed,” you mumbled with a smile.

“Poseidon!” Zeus called, reaching a strong arm around you to clap his brother on the shoulder. “I’m glad to see old grudges are behind you,” a flush came to Poseidon’s cheeks.

“Well, yes, I-” he began gruffly, but Hera cut him off.

“I do hope you aren’t trying to steal our lovely nymph from us,” she raised a perfectly shaped brow at him, and the flush spread to his entire face, then. Not that much of it was visible behind his beard.

“Of course not, my queen,” you awkwardly shifted closer to Zeus, who laid a comforting hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze.

“May I be excused?” you leaned over to softly ask him, and he nodded, giving you a soft kiss on the lips as you rose. “I’ll be in our chambers,” you moved to give Hera a kiss as well, missing the way she smirked at Poseidon. She could see the way he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat, and decided for once she would be the one to tease her husband’s brother. Her hand rose to cup your cheek, drawing you in for a deeper kiss, indulging in your taste more than she usually would in public. You didn’t complain, meeting her with a happy sigh before you reluctantly pulled away.

“We’ll join you shortly, my love,” she whispered to you, and you nodded, finally leaving the room.

“Won’t you join me for a walk before I retire? Husband? Poseidon?” Hera urged, and while Zeus immediately rose to do so, Poseidon shifted in his seat for a moment, adjusting his robes before standing. Hera looped her arm in Zeus’ leaning up to whisper in her husband’s ear.

“Your brother seems to be quite taken with our lover,” he chuckled.

“Oh yes, it’ll be fun to watch him hide those embarrassing boners the next few days before he returns to the sea,” he said, and Hera joined in his chuckle.

“So long as he does not get too bold and make them uncomfortable the same way he did at dinner,” she raised her voice to a normal speaking tone as she said this, hearing Poseidon’s footsteps falter behind them before continuing.

#blood of zeus x reader #Blood of Zeus #Hera x reader x zeus #boz x reader #boz hera #boz zeus #boz poseidon #boz hera x reader #boz zeus x reader #requests

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demigoddessqueens · 3 months

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fluff headcanons

Super excited for the new season, and had to come up with some fluff scenarios for some of my faves

Heron

He just needs someone to talk to, listen to him, hold him if he needs it, a close anchor as he navigates through his newfound life and powers

Apollo

Allow him to recite you a new poem he’s created in his spare time, or a new composition from his lyre

Ares

Not the most conventional type of fluff, but he’s either down for a good duel or wants you to help him relax after his fights

Hermes

Spending quiet quality time with the god messenger is the best way, given he’s most likely exhausted after his responsibilities

Seraphim

He needs all the fluff there is!!

In the rare moments he can, gentle touches and playing with his long braid are a sure wha to have him be putty in your hand

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idontknowwhatimdoinglol · 3 months

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Hermes x reader (relationship headcanons)

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to start things off this man is a perfect gentleman. for your first date, he will pick you up with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a cute smile.

he will hold your hand as he leads you to a picnic spot in a field, where when it turns to night you watch the stars together.

if you're a mortal then he will proudly take you to Olympus and show you off to his family. if you're another god/goddess then he will tell everyone on Olympus about your relationship.

there will be times when you'll be standing somewhere, or talking to someone and Hermes will quickly speed to you just to give you a quick kiss before speeding off again to do his duty.

he is a morning person but will pretend not to be just to stay and cuddle you longer. and his morning voice is DEEP. I mean you're gonna hear it and have to do a double take on if it was him or not.

if he gets jealous, he'll just casually hold your hand and silently glare at the person until they leave.

you have to comfort him every time he overhears or is told by Hera that he is a bastard. he just sobs in your lap or on your shoulder while you whisper comforting words and stroke his hair.

speaking of his hair you're the only one he lets touch it. he lets you brush it and style it for him. he will sit there with a blush and ask about your plans for the day.

he takes you on at least one date a week. it can be anywhere from simple dates to extravagant ones. Once you two had gone skinny dipping in the ocean and were caught by Poseidon. you both avoided him for weeks.

when you first met Apollo and Dionysus, they told you embarrassing story of Hermes when he was little. and they talk about how they listened to him talk about you for months. this usually ends with Hermes red as a tomato or using his cape to go invisible.

he introduces you to Zeus with pride. happy to show his father the person that he loved and planned to stay with for eternity. if you are a mortal then of course he will ask Zeus to make you immortal.

hermes is adorable and wants nothing more than to marry you and start a family. he would love to have kids with you whether you can have kids or not. if you can, he'll be happy that you can have kids together, and he, of course, will hope that they look like a perfect mix of you two. if you can't then he will adopt a child with you.

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#boz #bloodofzeus #blood of zues #bloodofzues #blood of zeus #blood of zeus x reader #hermes boz #hermes #hermes x reader #greekmythology #greek mythology headcanons #greek god

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nickgoesinsane · 1 year

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Apollo being that switch that's more lean towards power bottom but Ares is that bratty bottom that easily crumbles as soon as the reader puts him in his place.

Apollo’s as pretty as he is bossy. He’s climbing you like a tree the second you’re alone, pressing his mouth against yours almost desperately. He knots his fingers into your hair, nipping at your lips and sucking on your tongue. He orders you to take him to bed, to fuck him fast and hard until he can’t walk anymore. Loves to bounce on your lap, gripping your shoulders and moaning shamelessly as you shove him down on your fat cock.

Ares is stoic in the face of the world, but melts into your embrace. He’s moaning breathily and chasing after your kisses, all but clinging to you. His eyes are glossy and bleary with pleasure as you press his knees to his chest, drilling your cock into his hole. He cries out with every thrust, helplessly fisting the sheets at the delicious burn of your rough demeanor. Comes with a choked off scream when you latch onto the meat of his shoulder with your teeth.

#╰┈➤ nick answers !#blood of zeus brainrot #sub blood of zeus #dom reader #dom!reader #top reader #top!reader #sub apollo #apollo x reader #sub ares #ares x reader #blood of zeus x reader #n/sfw #n/s/f/w

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for-the-underrated · 1 year

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👾 HERON

👾 SERAPHIM

👾 ALEXIA

👾 EVIOS

👾 KOFI

👾 APOLLO

👾 HERMES

👾 ARES

👾 ELECTRA

👾 ZEUS

👾 HERA

👾 HADES

👾 POSEIDON

#👾;; navigation #👾;; masterlist #blood of zeus #netflix blood of zeus #blood of zeus x reader

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piperthetiefling · 2 years

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𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓼 𝓘'𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓕𝓸𝓻:

Castlevania (Netflix Series) The Case Study of Vanitas Blood of Zeus Record of Ragnarok Moriarty the Patriot The Dragon Prince Arcane Black Butler Sirius the Yeager The Legend of Vox Machina Violet Evergarden Demon Slayer Bungou Stray Dogs ThunderCats Jujutsu Kaisen My Hero Academia Trese Burn the Witch Bungou and Alchemist: Gears and Judgment

Genshin Impact Stardew Valley Dragon Age: Inquisition Detroit: Become Human Resident Evil Village Final Fantasy VII Final Fantasy XV Devil May Cry Assassin's Creed Dragon Age: Origins Baldur's Gate 3

Last Legacy Courting the Crown Blood Moon Calling Dangerous Fellows The Arcana: A Mystic Romance Dress-Up Time Princess {Magic Lamp, Queen Marie and Tang Dynasty Hunter] Obey Me! Ikemen Vampire Shadows of London Obscura Touch Starved Andromeda Six

Feel free to request for anything about the above (especially BoZ because there is simply not enough of this series on tumblr).

Also, please refer to the rules before making any requests.

//Might expand the list in the near future.///

#send requests #masterlist #fluff #drabble #oneshot #x reader #x oc #obey me! x reader #blood of zeus x reader #the arcana x reader #dress up time princess #castlevania netflix #genshin impact x reader #black butler x reader

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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

Enjoy ~

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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