#adamas x reader

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#183 Death's Beauty

When Adamas And Hades found out you...were participating in the tournament on humanity's side

Adamas*Looks at you worried*Arent...scared of dying?

Aztec!Y/n*Smirks and Pats shoulder*I do not fear death...Because death is beautiful~

Adamas*looking at you taken aback*DEATH IS BEAUTIFUL!?

Aztec!Y/n*Chuckles at his reaction and play with the tiny spider you found*Gold has value because it's rare...Life has Value because it's short...*Looks up at the Oldest Brothers, glancing at Hades more*...Death gives Life Value...

Hades*Eyes shined at that reasoning, and feel rather hot under his collar*"Oh Gaia Give me strength to not get my youth crush on them again-"...

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Platonic yandere greek brothers with a fragile younger brother reader who has curse manipulation power similar to one from geto in jjk, pls?

-You were the youngest of the strongest brothers in the Greek pantheon, hidden away by your mother who was only able do to so because you were so small.

-Unlike your brothers who were all strong and great warriors, you were on the fragile side of things, you had always been physically weaker than them, however, aside from some harmless teasing here and there, your brother’s never made you feel like you were less than they were.

-However, despite being physically weaker, that didn’t mean that you were weak, you were the God of Curses after all, being able to not only control but manipulate curses.

-Your brothers were stunned when your powers first started showing up, seeing how easily you were able to control your abilities, and just like your four elder brothers, you became well known.

-There were many, who didn’t know you, who were intimidated by you, just hearing of your ability, thinking that you were some type of monster, one that terrified them.

-Hearing these rumors, your brothers couldn’t help but look at each other, then look at you, then back at each before laughing loudly while you were looking at them, confused while you were sampling different baked goods from a bakery.

-You were a peaceful god, unlike most of your brothers and other gods, but you were not harmless, as you were capable of causing a lot of destruction, you just chose not to.

-You liked humans, you found their ingenuity and tenacity inspiring, as humans rarely gave up without a fight, so you respected them for that.

-This was a view you didn’t share with most of your brothers, but they didn’t berate you for it, just choosing to ignore it.

-However, if someone else was to say something about your admiration of humans, your brothers, especially Zeus and Adamas, were hands on sight.

-Hades was the calmest of your brothers, and he was the one you usually spent the most time with, mainly because you helped him with his paperwork and you were one of the disciplinarians in the Underworld, giving those who committed heinous crimes curses.

-Poseidon knew that you were powerful, and he always watched over you when you trained, wanting to see the progress you’ve made with your training, and he was curious about many of the curses you could manipulate, seeing how you bend them to your will.

-Adamas wasn’t really a people person, even with his brothers, but you were the one exception, as you were relaxed and calm and he enjoyed talking to you because you didn’t annoy him.

-Zeus was a gremlin, he loved to sneak you away and cause mayhem, bringing you along with him, it was like you were the big brother while he was the little brother, which was sometimes amusing.

-Your brothers all loved you, just as you loved them, and they wouldn’t hesitate to raze Valhalla to the ground if you were ever threatened, despite knowing full well you could do it yourself.

[bones4thecats]

Hello!! I hope you're having a nice day. I have a request if you don't mind. How about the reader being a woman who has spent her entire life fighting in her own region without any help, entirely alongside her own people, and is often called the 'Barbarian Goddess'? The reader lost both his father and brothers in the war between the Gods and the Titans. So it has nothing to do with normal Goddesses. How about a woman who is no different from men sometimes? The only thing she thinks about and cares about is her own people, and she is ready to quarrel with all the Gods when necessary. You can write with any character you want <3

A/N: I decided to choose a character that I haven’t written anything for, and I also wanted to write something for Poseidon. I’m going through my Poseidon and Adamas faze again T-T

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🥀 He had heard about you from the meetings he had to go to with his brothers

🥀 Mainly hearing stories about you from Zeus that his wife, Hera, had told him about you, Adamas was quite intrigued when he heard you were going to appear at the next Gods’ Council meeting

🥀 The doors slammed open and he watched as you walked through being followed by three of your fellow Gods, they held their spears close to their forms as your staff stood proud and high like you

🥀 Adamas had to admit, hearing you stand up to Poseidon’s strong words was hilarious, nobody had expected that to happen

🥀 It took a while, but after you guys formed a close relationship, he loved to come over when his work finally slowed down and he would watch you train your members of the army

🥀 When the God of Conquest had supposedly died from Poseidon, you were alerted of his true condition by Hades, who knew how close you both were

🥀 You were with him when he came back and was renamed into ‘Adamantine’, and you married him down in Helheim with Hades being one of the only witnesses

🥀 Adamantine got angry when Hades died, and you had to hold him back from jumping down and killing Qin Shi Huang at that moment, thankfully, your years of fighting wars by yourself got you strong

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🔱 Poseidon didn’t exactly like you at first because of how devoid of care you were for any other Gods

🔱 You stood up to him while in a Gods’ Council meeting, and you just standing up and basically scolding him for speaking in such a bulldozing manner

🔱 He and you eventually found some middle ground when the Gods vs. Titans war happened and Zeus fought his and his brothers’ father to the death

🔱 You smiled as the children from your land ran up to him and handed him flower crowns in celebration, Poseidon just looked at you while they handed Zeus the crowns and his heart skipped a beat as your smile lit up his mind

🔱 Why was he feeling this way?

🔱 Poseidon would spend more time in your region than in any other besides his own, and when the news got out that he was courting you, everyone erupted in laughter, why would he court a Goddess who was known for being a barbarian?

🔱 But when they found out it was true? 😱

🔱 He knew that everyone knew about your engagement what it happened as well, Hermes and Zeus couldn’t keep a secret for the life of them

🔱 Well, Hermes could, but Zeus couldn’t

🔱 The children that you were teaching to become warriors in your army for any eventual threat loved to mess around in the water that Poseidon would summon for them, holding it above their heads in bubbles and letting it explode to rain on them

🔱 He may not be the best example of the perfect man, but underneath the whole cold exterior, he was the God that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with

[sketchy-owl]

~RECORD OF RAGNAROK no sense 🤪~

Episode 15

~The greek gods are fighting unknown creatures whose stole people's hearts~

Zeus:there are too many of those bastards !!

Poseidon:*destroys heartless* they never end!

Hades:Wait....where's Y/N!?

Adamas:HOW can you lose that pipsqueak?!

Y/N:*screams*

Heartless1:*steals Y/N's spear*

Y/N:HEY!

Heartless2:*steals their shields*

Y/N:wait a minute!

Adamas:For fuck sake!!!*runs to Y/N*

*Heartless approach Y/N*

Y/N:......*starts dancing*

Y/N:*destroys every single heartless*

Adamas:....

Hades:0_0

Poseidon: 😐

Y/N: This is what you thieves deserve*takes their weapons back*

Zeus: YEAH TELL THEM!*proud* I'm so happy that she used my moves.

Adamas:.... You need an idiot to make an idiot....

Poseidon:....Hades...do not leave her alone with Zeus again.

Hades: *sighs in agreement*

[telvess]

Headcanons for all the characters including Jack since it’s based on Hamlet watching The lion king with the reader. (the original animated movie not the live action remake.)

Record Of Ragnarok Characters x Reader watching together The Lion King (headcanons) 🔞

You know, I haven’t watched The Lion King in… well I watched it once when I was kid and that’s it. Mulan, Hercules and Tarzan were my movies. Anyway I ended up watching The Lion King again to refresh my memory.

Qin

A what? Are you involved? Then Qin would agree to do anything.

He’s like a big kid - chill and carefree, even more than usually. Both of you goof around, Mr. Emperor tries to sing without knowing words, popcorn flies around, you pause a movie in stupid moments to make him laugh etc.

You get a stomachache from laughing too much and Qin obviously has to get infected.

Just two morons have time of their afterlife.

The only moment when there is silence is when Simba loses his father. That scene just hits too close to home and remains Qin about Chun Yan. However he doesn’t let it bother him too much.

HAKUNA MATATA

You both loudly encourage lions to battle.

At the end he asks what other movies you like.

Jack

Because he isn’t familiar with the concept of love and how to express it, spending time with you is probably Jack’s way to show his affection. If you ask him to watch an animated movie together, he’d politely agree, even if it’s not his thing.

Expect tea. And cheddar apple pie.

Jack sees Simba’s journey as a lovely and naive story. Deep inside he does compare himself to that lion cub and wonders what kind of person he would've become if he had only received help from strangers. On top of that Jack actually killed his parents, so it’s odd to him to see how much Simba struggles with remorse over Mufasa’s death which wasn’t his fault.

Truth to be told Jack might mentions some quotes from Shakespeare IF you point out similarities between the movie and Hamlet. These resemblances aren’t very visible. But it may be enough to start an interesting conversation.

The ending of the story may seems a bit bitter to Jack. Whoever was meant to be good, stayed good, and whoever was meant to be bad - stayed bad. Kinda depressing outcome for a man who’s trying to change himself, right? You’d have to talk about it and remind that it’s just a simplification made for children.

Now it’s time for a cuddle session.

Loki

Do you really want to do this to yourself? You’re very naive if you expect to have a fun with this guy while watching this kind of movie.

At first it’s just boring to him, but after awhile he amuses himself by coming up with new ways to destroy the show. He makes a loud comment every time the opportunity arises. For example, there is a scene where Zaku tells young Simba and Nala that they’d be married one day, to which Simba replies: No way! She’s my friend! You can hear a loud snort on the side, followed by She’s your SISTER, dumbass!

Loud chewing.

Hey, y/n, do you know that once Simba becomes the king, he will have kids with every lioness? Even his mom?

Do they have to sing all the time?

DON’T YOU DARE mention that you can see a similarity between him and hyenas or forget about chips, popcorn, whatever you two are eating.

Phew! It’s finally over. Wanna do something funny, y/n?

Adamas

Childish entertainment but once he sees that your eyes get wet with tears, he quickly agrees.

A cheerful start bores him but except tactless way of sitting, he doesn’t do anything to ruin your fun.

Even if Mufasa’s death was expected, it still hits hard Adamas. Basically catches him off guard. It remains him about his last meeting with Poseidon: his brother’s pure contempt towards him, that dead, indifferent expression of his face when he pierced Adamas with his trident, then cold surrounding body and Poseidon’s back as he walked away. But while the movie continues, a new digression haunts Adamas. He plays that scene again in his head and it hits him harder, because he realizes that he almost became Scar to Zeus.

So now he sits stiffly on his ass with a very depressed expression. One look at him is enough for you to know that you have to pause the movie and talk to a guy. At first he rejects your attempts, but very quickly ends up letting you hug him tight. Still plays a tough idiot tho…

Beelzebub

Most of the time he just sits next to you with lifeless expression.

Hakuna matata his ass.

Beelzebub secretly enjoys when you sing, but it’s really hard to catch him with a smile on his face. If you manage to do so, he reluctantly admits it. Good luck with convincing him to join you.

He doesn’t have any deeper thoughts about the movie.

If you mention that Timon and Pumba remain you Samael and Azazel, Beelzebub would just give you a dull look. After awhile he starts to notice that too and has mixed feelings about it.

Hrist

She finds this idea very sweet. It’s relaxing and enjoyable.

When Scar kills Mufasa: RAGE MODE ACTIVATION!

Since then you sit with angry Hrist who really does not like phrase hakuna matata. She starts to hate Simba for being so thoughtless.

Screams SHUT UP every time they start singing.

When Simba lets Scar leave, Hrist in heat of the moment chokes you and loudly screams how dumb he is. You wonder if it can get worse and the answer comes very quickly - Simba fights Scar on the TV screen and you fight for every breath on a couch.

Hermes

Hermes approaches the movie from a different angle: he focuses more on a soundtrack. The movie itself is simple story with moral, standard for humans’ approval.

You both consider an improvement of some songs and probably start doing it in the middle of a movie. Sorry, Simba.

Ares

Ares doesn’t care much about Mufasa’s death - it's necessary plot twist to move on with thread… but the ending kinda touches him. It's very climatic in his opinion.

He is NOT crying, okay?

Well you are. Or you pretend very convincingly so he doesn’t have to play tough boy. He has no idea…

Hades

Because he is a gentleman, your wish would be granted.

It’s animated movie but Hades drinks wine. No cola, no popcorn or other snacks. Please, have some dignity.

Hades has weird uncomfortable feeling in his chest when Scar kills his own brother. Scene just awakes something he doesn’t like to mention: conflict between Poseidon, Adamas and Zeus. Hades never could bring himself to blame any of them for how things turned out, so now he doesn’t try to look too deep into Musafa’s murder.

Afterwards he would share his honest opinion with you, almost like professional critic.

Poseidon

No expression throughout the entire movie.

Scar is pathetic.

Mufasa is pathetic.

Simba is pathetic.

Timon and Pumba aren’t even worth mentioning.

That movie proves that humans are lower forms of life.

At least you have chance to hug Poseidon. If he spends time with you, it means he demands it.

After a movie: Y/n, such entertainment is unworthy of the gods.

Leonidas

Books are better than movies. But fine, if you insist, the King of Sparta would spare some time.

The best comforter: Why are you crying? It’s fiction! It’s not even human! By the way - that lion could kill you with a single paw swing. These mfs are huge! Better him than you, hon!

He smokes so much that you have trouble seeing the TV screen.

Stop couching, hon! I can’t hear what they’re sayin’!

The moment Pumba approach, Leonidas starts talking about his love for venison.

You need truly heroic self-denial to not kick him out. The only option to get him to shut up is to kiss him. He doesn’t get why the kiss is angry but he likes it that way.

You two probably miss the ending. Leonidas thinks Simba isn’t worthy of being king anyway.

Apollo

Ah, y/n, aren’t you adorable for loving such innocent enjoyment? Of course he agrees!

You have to feed him snacks.

He sings along with the characters and makes the movie much better. You end up watching him showing off instead of the movie. Your dirty side may bait off a bit more mature show.

He knows exactly what you're doing and doesn't mind at all.

Later you might catch him humming songs from the movie.

Hello, dear. May I be your king tonight?

Rudra

Simba’s and Nala’s childhood brings nostalgia. Rudra spent his entire youth with Shiva and they were both free spirits. Watching these lion cubs brings back many funny memories.

Rudra’s favourite moment is Simba’s reunion with Nala. He gets mad if he notices you smirking.

Parvati, Kali, Durga and Shiva

You decide it’s time for girls’ night out.

None of you is focus on the movie, it’s just an addition. You mostly talk and laugh. Very loud that it may attracts Shiva.

He just sits down between you with Whatcha doin’? then proceeds to eats all the popcorn and other snacks like vacuum cleaner.

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An overprotective brother vs. the apple of Poseidon’s eye - who will win?

tw: violence & accusations against reader, if its not ur thing dont read this one

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Humans were jealous creatures. Always wanting just the tiniest bit more. And very easily, they can become dangerous creatures.

And what are humans if not created in the gods’ image?

Life in the castle was busy on this chilly autumn morning. People hurried back and forth, bringing with them both endless chatter and preparations for an important meeting - hosted by Lord Poseidon, of course, alongside his s/o.

Servants brought in a large table with many chairs, while others busied themselves with the tablecloth and the proper folding of napkins. Some began to organize the royal blue flowers into vases, setting vases in the center of the table in a symmetrical fashion.

It was about an hour until Adamas and his generals would arrive, and already you were made to get ready. After twenty minutes of playful bickering between you and your servants on the proper color of your outfit, you were finally ready.

Of course, you looked stunning.

Standing beside Poseidon, you prepared to receive your guests.

He squeezed your hand- the only indication that he was responsive to your nervousness. No one else could tell, but the affection in his eyes told you everything.

He loved you.

Your attention was drawn by the arrival of your in-law Adamas.

You don’t miss the expression on Adamas’ face as he is brought inside.

Jealousy.

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“I’m taking a break, darling.” You whisper to Poseidon. Social events were exhausting after a while.

He nods, and a quiet understanding of come back quick was exchanged.

You were one room over from where the meeting was taking place, standing near a window. The stars painted the sky in a such a beautiful manner…it was entrancing. Everything else seemed to be drowned out, if only for a moment.

The sound of footsteps brings you out of your staring.

“He actually looks at you,” The scorn in his voice was obvious. “And he only met you three years ago.”

Adamas steps out of the dark, eyes glinting with a malice that made you shiver.

“Yet I’m his older brother, and he hasn’t looked at me once. Not a single time”

He stopped, now standing much closer than before.

”At first, I wondered what was so special about you. And then I realized that there wasn’t. You must have put some sort of spell on him, played with his mind- to manipulate him into loving you. Because why else would he act like this with someone like you?”

In the blink of an eye, his face twisted into something akin to rage, and he raises you up by the neck. Almost immediately you start clawing at him.

“Did you think no one would notice? Did you think I wouldn’t see what you did to my baby brother?” You struggle to breathe, and every second that passes that you don’t answer he gets angrier.

“Answer me!”

He drops you to the floor, scoffing. His teeth are bared as he hisses out, “You can’t even fight back.”

With that, he leaves, shoes clicking against the floor. You stay on the floor, gasping for air, wondering how such a cruel creature could ever be related to your lover.

Slowly, you get to your feet. Now mindful of the new bruise around your neck, wincing as you go to touch it.

One of the servants, a woman by the name of Phoebe, rushes through the door, mumbling “-more plates, more plates.” under her breath. Though, when she sees your sorry state, she startles.

“O-Oh! Let me go get Lord Poseidon! I’ll be right back!” And she leaves as quick as she came.

You squeeze your eyes shut, already feeling the headache come on.

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The baby blue walls of your shared bedroom were nothing new. What was new, however, were the various doctors scattered around the room, murmuring to one another.

You take a heavy breath in, which alerts the doctors that you’re awake.

“Go tell Lord Poseidon that his s/o is awake.” Orders one of the doctors. Another hurries around, picking up salves and bandages while another asks you constant questions.

It’s overwhelming, but soon stops at the presence of Poseidon.

He points to the door, and the doctors take the hint and get out.

His eyes rake over your body, and his face goes dark in a way he’s only let you see a few times.

A finger rests under your chin, making you meet his eyes.

“Who did this to you?”

It’s a simple question, with a not-so-simple answer. Poseidon is a protective god, and no one is allowed to hurt the few people he holds dear.

However, this becomes complicated when his own brother is your attacker.

“Answer.”

Reminiscent of his older brother, Poseidon mimics him nearly perfectly. Though, this time the god will not simply leave you behind.

“Your brother. Adamas.” You croak out, wincing at the way it hurts.

He merely hums, yet you can already tell he’s plotting fratricide. Patting your head, he tells you; “Rest now, I will be back later.”

With that, he leaves the room, trident in hand.

~~~

i was blessed with a surge of motivation and now its everyone elses problem

requests and asks are open!

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[justonemorewallflower]

For all my Kara x Lee/Starpollo shippers/readers, I want to know which of these ideas you'd prefer to see more.

It's a patient/nurse au and either:

1. Kara as a reluctant bedridden patient who's annoyed she has nothing to do (or at least nothing she wants to do) and is snappy with nearly everyone and Lee as the only nurse that has continued to treat her well despite her behavior. (And he falls for her because he agrees to stay and talk to her sometimes when she has nothing to do and learns more about her than just the tough exterior she puts on).

Or

2. Lee as a recurring stubborn patient who always insists he's fine (when he's not) and Kara as a blunt and rough around the edges nurse that doesn't baby her patients and eventually starts teasing him about how he keeps coming back, "I'm starting to think you keep getting injured on purpose just to see me again."

As for time periods I really like the idea of #2. with Lee being a soldier in World War 2 and Kara being one of the war nurses (bonus, she was engaged to Zak but he died in the war, a twist could be he and Lee are related like in canon so when she gets Lee as one of her patients she kind of already knows him but he doesn't really know her because Zak died shortly after their engagement/before he met Kara).

And I feel like #1. would be more of a modern one with Lee being a nurse because I think male nurses weren't really common until later on, or at least it wasn't really a thing during the World War 2 time period.

But yeah, let me know which idea you'd like to see more!!! I may just end up writing both because I have no self control lol but even if I end up doing that this will help me to know which one to do first as I'm curious which one you guys would like to see more/are more intrigued by!

[mizz-sea-nymph]

Poseidon: this is where our father ate us, y/n..

Y/n: …cowabummer!

Poseidon:

Hades: y/n ain’t wrong- it was a real bummer- Adamas was almost digested fully :)

Adamas: that experience will forever scar me dearly.

Zeus: I’m Zeus! :D

[cafeinthemoon]

Ruins - Part XII

Chapter 12/?

Wordcount 2,9k

Title Part XII

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Hades x reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none, just a bit of comedy!

Tagging: @darling-imobsessed @holdyourwine (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: So, it's dinner at last! Here we have a bit more interactions between reader and her boyfriend's siblings, the introduction of new characters and a surprise at the table 🤭 I've been wanting to write this scene at the table for so long and it's finally here! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

After returning to the party and enjoying all the things the girls prepared – and confirming what Hades said about you having a proper, great reception right when the doors were opened and the guests saw you – there was dinner at last.

Zeus was the first among the brothers to go to the table, humming an unintelligible song while rubbing his hands on each other, too concentrated on the menu to give attention to the rest of the group; Poseidon and Adamas accompanied you and their elder brother, though keeping a certain distance.

Despite the enlightening conversation at the garden, you were still hesitant about joining the gods’ table, but again you were assured by Hades.

– There’s a seat with your name in that table, little one – and, offering his hand to you, – No one can stop you from taking it.

You put delicate fingers upon his palm, your cheeks warmed up by the treatment he just gave you.

“Little one”? I think it’s too soon to start giving me these names, my Lord.

– I know, my Lord – you replied – Still, I can’t help wondering how the other gods will feel about sharing their space with me…

– Ah, we already talked about it, didn’t we? – you felt a soft grip around your hand.

– Yes, but...

You would have continued to argue if it wasn’t for Poseidon, who was walking at your right, close enough to hear the conversation.

– Are you refusing my brother’s invitation again, human?

You turned to him in a startle: that he was paying attention to what you were saying it was something you weren’t expecting.

Your reaction was nothing to him, who continued to speak as if nothing happened:

– Or are you still having a hard time recognizing the privilege you were granted with?

You swallowed: if at first you thought you would never get used to Poseidon’s presence, for something in the tone and in the glare of the god of the seas would always destabilize you and rush your reactions, now you had no doubts about it.

– I… That’s not what I meant, Poseidon-sama…

You spoke as clear as you could, but none of your words seemed to melt the ice in his eyes, so you gave up on trying. However, you weren’t alone to deal with it that time.

– Maybe she will understand what you mean if you say something like “There’s no need to worry, because you are our guest”, little brother – Hades spoke in somewhat a tired tone.

Poseidon didn’t bother himself to say anything in return, rushing to his spot on the table and leaving you behind, but even you could feel the little tension that raised between the brothers ; you decided to stay quiet and pretend that it never happened.

Hades- sama sounded so serious right now. He’s holding himself back, but I can sense his impatience.

Your thoughts were interrupted by an unworried, loud laugh near you: it was Adamas, who was hearing everything and didn’t hide his annoyance with Poseidon’s mannerism, rolling his eyes at him like a teenager.

– If you want to decline this feast, you do as you want, girl – he said to you, rushing to his own place at the table – But this food was made by the elves, you know what I mean? I would never refuse something smelling this good…

You didn’t give him a verbal reply, but smiled with yourself. Despite the recurrent lack of delicacy in his manners, the god of Conquest was an honest guy, so that slight change in his demeanor was sensed by you and received as a positive sign: now it didn’t look impossible that he might be the first to accept you in the family.

***

When you finally reached the table, Zeus was already there, on the chair at your left, enjoying the content of his plate like a child who just found out his favorite food would be served at dinner; Adamas displayed a similar behavior, but less cheerfully, and Poseidon just stood on his seat with all the elegance expected from him.

Hades pulled the chair for you to seat, then took his own spot at your right.

Not all the seats were occupied yet, but the ones that were taken had the most interesting figures on them: on the same side as yours, prominent individuals from the Greek pantheon were found, such as a muscular man with a red cloak over his shoulders who you imagined to be taller than everyone in that table and who you later found out to be Ares, god of War; not so far from him, enjoying the company of three men whose bodies seemed to be made of stone, there was the most beautiful woman you remember seeing in your life, with delicate flowers over her golden curls and a white dress that barely sustained her breasts – Aphrodite, goddess of love; besides Adamas, at Hades’ right, and Poseidon, at Zeus’ left, there were others you were yet to identify.

On the other side of the table, there seemed to be more people, but you had even less information about them. On the edge, almost at the head, there was a stern man with long, black hair and clothing as dark as it; he wore an eyepatch upon his left eye, but the uncovered one seemed to be enough for him, and it wasn’t difficult to imagine it detecting the slightest oscillations in the air; he kept his mouth shut for almost the entire time you were in his presence, but the silence around him was often broken by two ravens that rested on each of his shoulders. It wasn’t hard for you to guess: he was Odin, the head of the Nordic pantheon. Right beside him, you found a younger man, just as serious, but with a more light appearance thanks to the reddish strands of his hair, that reminded you of lit embers, and his white clothing; his eyes were of an unusual mixture of shades, with yellowish pupils and dark sclera; as if it wasn’t enough, he had golden marks on his face. You tried not to stare for too long, but it was impossible; if the man noticed it or not, you couldn’t tell. This god, judging by the position he occupied beside his leader, was none other than his son, Thor.

Alongside father and son, there were female and male deities that reminded you of the Nordic heroes such as described in the old tales, but nobler and more beautiful. However, even on their side there were empty seats, one of them right at Thor’s left. The card that indicated its owner was out of your sight, and you wondered who they should be.

The table was quiet even before you arrived, with just a few, occasional chatting between the guests who were sitting side by side, but all of the whispers ceased once they put their eyes on the little human beside the Lord of the Underworld. Even Odin’s ravens, after screams of “Human! Human!”, stopped their croaking to observe.

Everyone had their eyes turned on you, examining every inch of yourself with non-disguised curiosity, as if you were an exotic species or one of the party’s attractions. Fortunately, as Hades predicted, there was no hostility or harshness directed to you, but that didn’t make all their attention less unsettling. You glanced at him, who had a calm smile on his lips, as if proud of what he just did – bringing you back with the compliance about which his brother doubted.

However, he wasn’t the first to speak.

– So... this is the young woman about whom Hades-sama spoke? – a female, sweet voice sounded at your left; you turned to its direction and found Aphrodite with her elbow leaning upon the table, her cheek on her hand as she stared at you – She’s so pretty… specially because of these bright eyes of hers…

Ares, who was hearing everything, had a less flattering comment to make.

– Indeed, she has respectable traits for a human being – and, after giving you a scrutinizing gaze with one hand under his broad chin, – However, her general aspect is as frail as the others’. I would say that she can barely hold the cutlery in a proper way with these tiny hands of hers.

You looked at the god, at his monstrous hand dwarfing his own cutlery and plate over the table, opened your mouth, but closed it again, still not believing that this was his view on the human race.

These gods… Do they even know that I can understand what they’re saying?

You then decided that, because his thoughts and knowledge were primarily directed to the matters of war, he would never expect great things from someone like you, and that maybe hugeness and strength were things so inherent to him that he didn’t even notice that most living creatures would seem tiny in comparison to him, not only humans.

Well, the food was served by the elves to the newcomers, including yourself, soon after that, and you took the opportunity to prove Ares wrong by holding your spoon with perfect balance in order to try the soup that was just poured on your plate and which spicy smell invaded your nostrils and made your stomach growl.

However, you never managed to put the spoon on the liquid.

The spoon’s handle, a firm, silver thing, quickly moved and stretched, getting out of your reach as it grew into the flexible, scaly body of a white serpent.

All the guests held their breath as the animal escaped from your hand, turned around the hot plate and placed itself in front of you, staring at you with a pair of emerald eyes and making a low hiss while showing you its black, forked tongue.

You startled, but kept quiet, only looking at the snake.

What a strange animal, this one, you thought to yourself. It’s the perfect image of a serpent, yet it doesn’t feel like I have a serpent in front of me. What does this mean?

Hades stretched his hand to reach the serpent, but you touched his arm as to ask him to not do it.

– Please, wait, Hades-sama – you spoke, without taking your eyes off it – There’s something… odd about it.

You felt his eyes – as well as the other gods’ – on you when you said that. You glanced around and, somehow, your gaze fell on Odin’s figure, who was observing everything but showing no sign of being impressed with the situation; his ravens were croaking things in what you supposed to be an ancient language.

– Odd? – Hades asked – What are you talking about, y/n?

The serpent was now quiet, still observing you, as if waiting to see what was going to happen next.

– I don’t know how to explain. It is…

You left the sentence unfinished. Instead of trying to work with your words, you opted to do it with your hands: after keeping eye contact with the reptile for a few more seconds, you stretched your left hand toward it, in an attempt to grab it; the serpent, of course, deflected, but your right hand was waiting for it, and you closed your fist around its cold body as fast as you could.

The serpent hissed again and squirmed before turning into a huge, black moth, flying above the table, out of your reach. So, this was the reason why what you were seeing didn’t sit right: you were dealing with a deity, and one that enjoyed playing around, causing commotion and gathering everyone’s attentions.

And the said deity didn’t take long to reveal himself.

The moth changed its aspect as quickly as the serpent did, but this time the transformation didn’t result in another animal: instead, a slim, young man with green hair and extravagant clothing was seen floating above the table, close enough from you but at a safe distance from the steamy plates.

He seemed to find a comfortable position – or what could be considered comfortable while in the air – and kept staring at you with the same curiosity as his pairs, but without the slightest regard for formality or good manners, as attested by the glimmer in his lilac eyes and the grin on his large lips, a contradiction to the delicacy of his other traits. His face, you thought, must be very pretty when he was serious or relaxed.

For the second time, you glanced at Odin’s side of the table, at the empty seat beside Thor, and felt that this might this person’s seat.

A jovial, frolic individual with the ability of shapeshifting. Could it be that this man…?

He was the first to speak, with a mellifluous voice that was exactly like expected from such a figure:

– Well well, you have such fast hands! Fastand strong ones! – he commented, shaking his own hands; and, inquiring you in a cunning manner, – How did you do that, mortal?

Despite not enjoying this interaction at all, that man was still a god, and you wouldn’t dare disrespect him in his own place, among his pairs, so you put some effort in your reply:

– Well, me and my siblings used to spend our fee time at the coast, playing to catch fishes with our bare hands under the water. I just thought it would work with a serpent as well.

His response came as a cheerful laugh.

– Did you hear that, Poseidon-sama? – there was only silence from Poseidon’s side, but it didn’t seem that the young man was expecting an answer anyway, so he just continued to talk to you – After what I saw here, I have no doubts that you were good in this game. But that’s not what I’m talking about…

– No? – you frowned.

The man laid on his side in the air, leaning his cheek on his hand while studying you.

– Hm-hm – he moved his free hand’s index finger in a negative sign – I want to know how you noticed that thing about the serpent. You said there was something odd about it.

You were going to say that it was pretty easy to understand that a serpent is fake when it was a lifeless spoon just a second ago, but that might not be appreciated by someone with his temper, so you just explained how you felt.

– I’ve seen some of these animals from close before, so I know the sensation of having them in front of me. And the feeling I had while looking at the one you created didn’t match the previous experiences.

Unlike you imagined, your answer made him bored, and he didn’t hide that.

– “It didn’t match the previous experiences”? – he rolled his eyes – It’d be easier to say you found it fake, girl.

Yes, it was ironic that someone who likes to play tricks was expecting you to be honest with him, but if that was what he wanted, you had no problem doing it.

– I just didn’t want to offend you even before confirming who you are.

Something changed in his face when he heard that, softening his traits a bit, and you had the impression of seeing a slight blush on his cheeks.

– Ah, this is the first time someone shows consideration for my feelings in a long time. But, speaking of confirmations, let me properly introduce myself. I am…

– Loki. I know.

The clever smile hanging on his lips since he took the form of a man disappeared, suddenly giving space to a stunned expression. He moved his head away from his hand and sat in the air, not believing in your guess – because the man you had in front of you was, indeed, the god of Mischief.

A paper appeared on his hand (if he summoned it or took it from a pocket, you weren’t sure) and he showed his name written on it: it was his seat’s identification at the table.

– How do you know that?!

– I’m sorry, but it’s a bit... obvious, Loki-sama – you glanced around the table while you spoke – On the other side of the table, there are few empty seats, and only one close to the head the Nordic gods, Odin-sama. Since Thor-sama is already present, the remaining seat must belong to his closest relative besides his son. Speaking of this, Odin-sama was the only one who didn’t show any form of surprise when you turned into a serpent, as if he’s used to witness your powers. And, finally, to the people of Midgard, you are the most famous shapeshifter among the gods, so your name would be the first to come to my mind in any way.

Loki took a moment to formulate a response; when he did, he already had his grin back.

– You’re such an interesting person, mortal... What’s your name, again?

– Y/n.

– Hm, y/n-chan – he kept staring at you with bright eyes, as if you were a cub or something like that – No I understand why Hades-sama took a liking on you...

That was your time to feel your face heating up. You were going to think of something to respond, but before the conversation got any further, a deep, steady voice intervened – Odin, to whom you both looked at like children caught in the middle of a trick:

– Go to your seat, Loki, and let us enjoy our dinner in peace.

Loki sighed, but obeyed, finally letting you appreciate the soup while it was still warm.

Part XIII

[zodiacs-web]

So, in ROR I think it’s cannon that Hades and his brothers never got swallowed by Kronos? So, the 4 brothers (Hades, Adamas, Poseidon and Zeus) who are all adult aged (but before Zeus overtook Kronos) now meet their newly born younger sister. Kronos for some reason just doesn’t want her and just,,, eats her like in the original myth. Reactions of the 4 brothers to their younger sister being eaten in front of their eyes. Thank you and have a good day!

Stomachache

𖥔 Greek brothers x F!Reader

𖥔 Synopsis: They watch you get eaten by Kronos

𖥔 What's in the web: no mention of the act of being eaten, familial, pretty short reactions as well

Hades

He couldn't keep his eyes off you, his new baby sister ready to live life. He and everyone clearly adored you, but Kronos wasn't having it. So your life was swiftly taken. Gone in a single second, he already felt his skin boiling in anger and frustration. How could he take you away for no reason

He knows he can't harm his father, but maybe he can do something else. Blood trickled down his knuckles and onto the floor. His fingernails pierced his skin as he balled up his fists, watching angrily as everyone else in clear terror.

Adamas

His face is frozen with fear as he saw you disappear, he felt limp despite his mind telling him to run to you. To rip his guts out and get you, to reassure you that everything is fine. When his eyes first landed on you, he felt like he gained this strange instinct to protect you.

He eyes wander to everyone else, not wanting to take in the scene that played right before him. His hands shook with vigor as his heart pumped with adrenaline. He just... he doesn't know what to do.

Poseidon

Despite him acting as if he didn't care, he really did once he saw you. His face lit up and his body almost moved towards you, his hands ready to take you in. But he could no longer hold them as your life has been taken just as fast you were born.

Your tiny figure gone in an instant. His bitter feeling towards his father began to rise just as fast as they've been pushed down. The grip on his trident growing stronger yet never acting upon the urge to throw it at Kronos.

Zeus

His eyes never wished to lay upon the sight, but he could hear it. Oh could he hear it. He was so happy that you were born but that was so short lived that he couldn't control his thoughts. Those dangerous thoughts that should never be mentioned.

Yet, he could only solve it in a way that won't destroy the place they call home.

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#195 Aquaman being romantic

Y/n*Seeing Poseidon made you both breakfasts*Wow, didn’t know you were capable of making any form of food without catching something on fire

Poseidon: Kiss my ass, Mortal

Y/n: That won’t shut me up. I’ve been known to talk with my mouth full~

Poseidon*His Silence speaking VOLUMES*...

Adamas*Who came to steal a plate of breakfast* IT’S 7 IN THE FUCKING MORNING YOU HORNY TWATS-

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi, can I request RoR? In Philippine Mythology?

Human Reader, a single mother of quadruplets, 2 boys and 2 girls, look like normal human babies, but if harm/hurt their loving human mother, they'll turn into a Tiyanak…

In Philippine mythology: The Tiyanak is a vampiric creature in Philippine mythology that takes on the form of a toddler or baby. Although there are various types, it typically takes the form of a newborn baby and cries in the jungle to attract unwary travelers. Once it is picked up by an unfortunate passerby, it reverts to its true form and attacks the victim. The tiyanak is also depicted to take malevolent delight in leading travelers astray, or in abducting children…

Various speculations on how Tiyanaks came to be range from babies born dead in the forest to the Catholic-influenced unbaptized stillborn infants, and later extended to vengeful murdered infants and aborted fetuses…

In local belief, various countermeasures are supposedly effective against the tiyanak. Those that were led astray by the creature's cries are believed to be able to break the enchantment by turning their clothes inside out. The tiyanak finds the method humorous enough to let go of the traveler and go back to the jungles. Loud noises such as a New Year's celebration are also thought to be enough to drive the tiyanak away from the vicinity. Objects believed to repel Aswang (vampiric shape-shifters), like garlic and the rosary rosemary are also commonly believed to be effective against the tiyanak. It's also believed that giving a name to these lost souls will bring them peace, and offering a white candle will help guide their spirit to the afterlife…

Reader's story goes like this: (You may change it if you want)

She's living in an abusive/forced marriage, she's been mistreated/used by her own family & by her husband and his family, who's rich or from a higher social hierarchy than her family, and no one can help her…

When she finds out she's pregnant, even though she's carried the children who she hates and gets mistreated by, she loves them, and she plans to raise her kids, & to escape far away from the people who mistreat her…

When she finally escapes while pregnant, she knows the risks and she'll do everything to keep her babies safe, as she's running away, her family and her husband are after trying to stop her even by shooting at her…

When she's in the wooded area (forest/jungle), trying to hide but she's caught by her husband, and he proceeded to hurt/beat her until she didn't move, her husband thought he kill her and then he leaves her bleeding…

As she is about to lose her conscious, she saw her bleeding from her legs, and she thought that her babies are dead and it's her fault and pleads to whoever is out there to save her babies, she's mourning & saying sorry to her babies & that she's a bad mother, as she loses her conscious, she saw a blur two figures coming towards…

She woke up in a house and thought that her babies are dead. a woman came to her, comforting Reader that she and the babies are well (which Reader is about to lash out) and the husband came and saw he struggling to carry 4 crying babies, that they look exactly like Reader, and he gave the babies back to Reader and Reader crying that her babies are fine…

As she recovers, she's found out that her babies did die and then became a Tiyanak and also founds out that the couples, who helped her & her babies, are mythical creatures (the Man's Syokoy and Woman's Sirena from Philippine Mythology) and they're are others or residents lives nearby and they're from the Philippine Mythology, like Kapre, Tikbalang, Duwende, & even some hostile/neutral, like Mananangal or aswang…

As she's lives and adapts to her new home and in motherhood to her babies and some mythical residents, they became friends and almost like family, as they taught her anything to do/learn (household, survival, etc.) including some mythical creatures, they became caring & protective & willing to do anything for Reader and her kids' safety and home…

One day, Reader meets (character) through her children as he's wandering around, then he and Reader get along with each other, as he and her kids are getting along as well and they consider him as their dad and the Mythical creatures met him, they get along (as they threatened him if he hurt Reader and/or her babies)…

Then Reader's abusive husband & family came back to a wooded area, where Reader and her babies live, going to destroy it for their business plan, when they're about to start it, the husband/family saw Someone, thought it's Reader, but their stopped by something else, by (character) & some mythical creatures that reside at the wooded area, in there unseen/invisible form, using their abilities to stop them and made them to never come back…

Yandere: Adamas, Beezelbub, Hades, Shiva (w/ his wives & son), Rudra, Loki, Buddha, Hercules

-The pain you bore is one that you never wanted your babies to carry the pain of abuse from your cruel husband and his family, who believed that you were basically a slave, not caring if you carried his children or not.

-You didn’t love your husband, but you loved your babies, despite them being in your belly still, and you didn’t want them to be born into pain. You had thought about killing yourself and killing them many times, so they would be safe, not caring about your own life.

-You had a chance, only once, to run and you took it, running deep into the forest, clutching your aching and bruised body, wounds old and new flaring from the strain.

-You felt yourself slip down a shallow ravine and your heart leapt to your throat and that’s all you remembered before everything went black.

-When you awoke, a man and a woman, kind people, were there for you, and your hands immediately went to your belly, a gasp leaving you, “My babies!” you went to stand but her hand was firm but gentle on your shoulder, keeping you down.

-The man disappeared for a moment as the woman sat beside you on the bed, “Your babies are safe, as are you.” Your eyes widened before her husband reappeared, holding four squirming babies, struggling to do carry them all as tears of relief welled in your eyes.

-Your babies all seemed to immediately settle down once in your arms as you wept quietly, peppering their faces with kisses, thanking your two saviors over and over again.

-The couldn’t help but smiling, sharing a small glance between the two of them, happy to see that you were all right. You looked up at them, holding your babies close, “Thank you for saving my babies! Thank you both so much!”

-You were confused as their faces fell and the woman took her seat next to you again, petting your hair gently, “Y/N, your babies didn’t make it. They are Tiyanak now.” Your eyes went wide in surprise, hearing this, as you looked down at your babies, but you didn’t care, you just smiled, pressing more kisses onto their heads.

-The man introduced himself and told you that he was a Syokoy, and the woman was a Sirena, both creatures of myth and legend, just as your babies were now, and that the five of you were now safe in their little village, a village of other mythological creatures, leaving you the only human.

-You were hesitant, but those around you didn’t really bother with you, as they had learned of your past, learned of the abuse from your family and what you did to escape, putting yourself and your babies at risk, but they respected you, seeing you as a mother wanting to keep her babies safe.

-There were some creatures in this village that warned you only once to keep your distance from them, which you respected, and in turn they left you be, despite their aversion to humans.

-Your babies were quick to grow, much faster than normal babies, but they always remained close to you, making sure you were safe and your new friends allowed you to live alongside them, building you a house and in turn they taught you how to hunt and survive, so you could provide for yourself and your children.

-You weaved baskets for the members of your village, giving back to them in any way you could, as you wanted to repay their kindness in letting you stay safe, and many admired you for that, seeing your kind heart, you weren’t like other humans.

-It was two years later when your children, who could change their forms to look like babies or like five-year-olds, came back pulling a new friend. Initially you were scared, as you were always terrified your family would come back for you.

-However, this wasn’t a human, this was a god, as Sirena was able to confirm this. You were respectful but a little nervous being in the presence of a god, but he was nothing but kind to you, seeing you for what you truly were, a scared and damaged woman, but a woman who would work hard and do anything to provide for her family.

-He was so gentle with your children, playing with them and you slowly relaxed, sitting with him and just like your children, he was quick to befriend you as well.

-He was nothing like your husband or his family, he was so kind to you, treating you like you were delicate, but also treating you with respect. You later learned from your babies that they and many of the other citizens of your village had threatened him, daring him to try anything ill willed against you.

-(Love) learned from your babies and your friends about your past, learning how cruelly you had been treated and how you ran and now working to provide for your family while living alongside creatures that nobody would probably ever see, unless if they were die immediately after, leaving no witnesses.

-This drove (Love) to be a bit more protective of you, accompanying you when you went into the forest to forage for herbs, fruits, and nuts, being on guard while you weren’t safe in the village, something your children noticed.

-It took some time for you to open up, as you were terrified at the thought of being in a relationship again, as you didn’t want a repeat of what happened, but there was something about (Love), you could tell that he would never hurt you, or your children.

-You were in the forest, (Love) and your children nearby, playing as you were collecting some berries when a twig snapped and you heard a voice you never wanted to hear again, “Y/N?! Where have you been?”

-You looked up in horror, seeing your ex-husband and his family and many other humans, going through the forest as they were looking for areas to clear out to build a new business.

-You had no time to think or run, but you didn’t have to, as (Love) immediately ran forward, scooping you up into his arms, turning you and tossed you into Sirena’s arms and she disappeared into the forest with you.

-You clung to her, tears in your eyes, “My babies- where are my babies?” she shushed you, making it back to the village that now seemed eerily empty, everyone had rushed to where you had been moments prior, hearing your babies sound out the alarm.

-She held you close, trying to calm you, “(Love) and my husband are with them, they will all be safe.” You sniffled softly, remaining on guard until your babies flew into the village, “Mama!”

-You melted, accepting their hug, holding them close as (Love) and the others all returned, all looking quite pleased with themselves. You didn’t want to ask, but (Love) saw your curiosity and he just gave you a small smile, “They’ll never bother you again, and they will never enter this forest again.”

-You thanked him and he just smiled, tapping his cheek for a kiss for payment, which made you giggle and you gave him one before your children shoved him out of the way, telling you they wanted kisses too, which made you laugh softly.

-You would never find out the truth of your ex-family ‘never coming back’, you just thought they had been scared and would never enter the forest again, that wasn’t true, but they would all keep that secret, to keep you safe.

-You were so unique, especially for a human, but he adored you for that, and seeing what a kind and gentle mother you were, it wasn’t hard to fall for you. He can see your hesitance about getting closer, but he doesn’t mind waiting, he’s got all the time in the world and is happy to wait for you at your own pace. Loves your children, finds them funny, mischievous, but very sweet and protective of you, and he has no issues become their new father figure if that is what you wish, because he knows your children will side with you, no matter what, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t help him sway your opinion a bit. Respects you and demands others, mainly other humans, to do the same, as he knows those in the village you live in, while all of them may not like you, they at least respect you because you respect them.

            -Hercules, Rudra, Shiva, Loki, and Buddha

-Had absolutely no issues getting rid of your ex-family, he did it himself personally, wanting to make sure it was done and make sure that all the suffering you had to endure was given back to them, ten-fold. He adores you, finding you fresh and full of life, but not annoying, you are a light in his life and he wants to protect that light, and he has no issues doing whatever he needs to do to make sure that happens. Adores you and your children, respects you about your aversion to entering into a relationship, but he has no issues showing you how safe you would be with him but isn’t pushy, he wants you to come to him. He finds your children charming and doesn’t mind them in the slightest and quite enjoys being a father figure to them, as he shows you that subtly as well, showing you that he’s a provider for them.

-Adamas, Beelzebub, and Hades

[sketchy-owl]

~RECORD OF RAGNAROK no sense 🤪~

Episode 17

Adamas:....

Y/N:*smiles*

Adamas:Go away pipsqueak.

Y/N:Nope.

Adamas: Pipsqueak....are you asking for death?*clearly pissed *

Y/N:Nah,I'd like to live for a while longer.

Adamas:Then go away. *turns around*

Y/N: You're no fun, but you're lucky that I still love you.

Adamas:...I don't care...

Y/N:Yes, you do.*kisses his cheek* See you later, dear husband.*leaves*

Adamas:.....*Adamas.exe.has stopped.working*

Zeus:Bleah*gag noise*

Poseidon:Y/N sure knows how to shut him up.

Hades*smiles*ahh young love

[for-the-underrated]

👾 THOR

👾 ZEUS

👾 POSEIDON

👾 HERACLES

👾 SHIVA

👾 RUDRA

👾 INDRA

👾 ZEROFUKU

👾 HADES

👾 BEELZEBUB

👾 ODIN

👾 LOKI

👾 HERMES

👾 ARES

👾 ADAMAS

👾 APHRODITE

[highvern]

Honey

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x f!reader

Genre: smut

warnings: strip tease, kinda public sex?, unprotected sex, creampie, simp mingyu, established relationship, dry humping (in a hot tub), fingering, face fucking/oral (m. receiving), porn with feelings, mingyu has a thing for being called husband, breeding kink

Length: ~2.8k

Note: inspired by the two seconds of mingyu in lalali. sorry @gyuswhore next time dont let your man act like a fool. this is a continuation of Drunk Goggles (Heart Eyes) but can be read as a stand alone! see below for their master list

Drunk Goggles (Heart Eyes) [f,s], Drunk Goggles (Heart Eyes) II [f]

Pre-Drunk Goggles (in order): Peaches [f], Bite the Bullet [f, h], Jealousy [a, h]

Post-Drunk Goggles (in order): Silk [s], Aphrodite [f, s], Discovery [s], Lucky Me [f], adamas et aurum [f], Baby Blues [f]

Summary: The best way to recover from the stress of your wedding and celebrate your marriage? Some private time in the hot tub with your new husband.

m.list

This blog is intended for 18+ only! Minors/blank blogs will be blocked.

Twenty four hours.

You’d been married for twenty four hours and can barely keep your eyes open from exhaustion. Not because of your husband and the vigorous but romantic sex he insisted on having on every surface of the cabin your friends chipped in to rent as a wedding present. No, you’ve barely managed to touch each other beyond agonizingly fatigued kisses and sentimental cuddles. 

Last night you both barely managed to make it into the bed before passing out cold. This morning, you found Mingyu nodding off at the stove after insisting on cooking breakfast while you showered. A few lazy gropes during breakfast (Mingyu’s hand barely toeing the line of indecent on your thigh) and a hot kiss before he left the bed was all the action managed in the first day as a newly wed couple. 

It’s still a funny word: husband. For so long husband was hypothetical; a distant idea that someday you’d have one. Maybe. If you found someone you could put up with long enough to start considering them as a long term partner instead of a fling.

And then Mingyu went from an acquaintance to boyfriend in a matter of months and the hypotheticals started shaping into realities with shocking speed.

The amorphous face of your hypothetical-husband slowly started to resemble Mingyu’s day after day. Week after week. And now, after months of planning, hair pulling, and a day full of tears, Mingyu is your husband. 

And he’s waiting for you in the hot tub just outside.

It’s the middle of the day but time ceases to maintain importance on vacation. But after a late breakfast you both agreed the best thing for your aching bodies was an afternoon relaxing in the hot tub until you both pruned like raisins. 

You spot the head of dark hair belonging to your fiance husband through the glass sliding doors leading onto the back porch. Beyond him is a full view of the lake, sparkling under the sun. It’s a deception of warmth but a breathtaking sight nonetheless. 

But nothing compared to Mingyu whipping around at the sound of the door opening with a pleased smile. Until his eyes drop to your bikini. 

“Why are you wearing that?” he asks with a pout. 

Glancing down at the black two piece, you pout back. “I thought you liked this one?”

“I like whatever you wear, but the point of being married is that we can walk around naked as much as we want.”

“We already do that.”

“And it’s one of my favorite traditions,” Mingyu says, resettling across the tub to watch. “Now get that off and get over here. I miss you.”

You reach behind your back, you tug at the string of your top until the knot unravels. As the fabric slackens around your chest, Mingyu’s eyes follow with rapt attention. He’s seen you naked thousands of times but never fails to act like it's the first again. Your nipples peak under his stare, sensitive as the fabric brushes against them as you fling the top to the ground. 

“Now we’re the same,” you say with a coy smile, closing the space to the hot tub in a few short steps.

“Wrong.” He fumbles for a second, hands disappearing under the surface. The water sloshes around as he battles to pull off his shorts and drops them to the deck with a splat. “The only thing I want to see you in are those rings.”

“Mingyu!” you gasp mockingly, ignoring the heat pooling between your legs in favor of dragging out the game. “What if someone sees?”

No one will. The cabins on either side of yours are dark and empty, and most of the houses skirting around the lake are so far away no one could possibly decipher what you two were doing in the shade of the porch awning anyway. 

“Then they’ll see how beautiful my wife is.” 

Blood rings in your ears at the way he says it; fond with a hint of pride. Like he still can’t believe you said yes in the first place. Like it was ever a question if and not when.

Mingyu whines pathetically as you scramble to remove your flimsy bottoms without flourish. It's too cold to stand around and do a full strip tease even if your husband’s eyes burn right through you. They join his swimsuit at the foot of the tub before you slip into the gentle embrace of the water.

Your ass barely meets the seat before Mingyu pulls you into his lap and kisses you. Arms circling around his shoulders, you sink a hand in his hair and tug until he welcomes your tongue. Your thighs straddle across his, bare skin on bare skin only interrupted by the silky feel of water. Even that doesn’t manage to disguise the electricity between your bodies. Or the fact that Mingyu's cock is already hard and waiting for use.

“Mmm. Missed you,” he whispers into the warmth of your cheek before descending across your jaw.

Bones turning to jelly, you melt under his attention like always. Mingyu loves to make you putty with little effort. You tip your chin up to make room for his tongue over the dip between your collarbones. “I was gone for five minutes.”

“Too long.”

He punctuates the complaint with a harsh suck of your nipple. It puckers between his teeth, sensitive and needy for attention. The sting serves as the perfect distraction from his hands sliding lower to palm your ass, fingertips grazing your entrance. 

“Fuck,” you gasp. Your hips search for more pleasure, sinking back until Mingyu stretches you around his knuckles with practice ease. The water washes away any arousal lingering but you won’t give up the prod of thick fingers for a little discomfort.

“Can you say it?”

Even before it became official he loved hearing you say any declaration that he belongs to you: boyfriend, fiance, and now—

“Husband.”

Mingyu groans into your chest as you whisper his new epithet, exploding with renewed vigor across your neglected breast. Indulging in the way his cock twitches against your thigh at the word, you curl your hips into the pressure. It's a difficult choice: Mingyu’s fingers filling you just right or the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit. 

Moving back and forth, the water sloshes over the sides of the tub as you greedily try to keep both. It’s hotter knowing Mingyu gets off on it too; the way you always want more, more of him, his hands, his mouth, his cock. Even rutting across his thigh after he cums until it hurts can make him hard again if you’re enjoying yourself.

Sinking a hand down, you tug at his cock, jerking him off right against your folds. With a tight fist, you crumble Mingyu to pieces with a few short strokes. The effort is rewarded with bites into your bottom lip and a hand at the base of your spine.

“Wait, shit,” he gasps. He’s closer than he wants to be. Clear in the tightness of his shoulders and pinch around his nose. Nothing gets him hotter than the memory of your first time together, when he used you pussy to jerk himself off; coating your panties in his cum. You know he still has a picture from the second time he did it saved on his phone after all these years.

Mingyu’s lips don’t leave yours as he stands, carrying you to the lip of the tub and sitting back down. He doesn’t let you slip to your knees in front of him at first. You’re trapped with lewd kisses and the flex of his fingers into the dip of your waist until he calms. 

“Let,” kiss. “Me,” kiss. “Taste,” teeth. “You.” 

Mingyu bucks into your ass at the offer before letting go. He’s never said no to a blowjob and he won’t start now given how much you like it too. 

But he’s cocky, arms resting on the edge of the tub as he presents the nude visage of his front like a dare. It’s bold given his habit of devolving into a needy mess at the first hint of satisfaction.

Your hand keeps pace while your lips ghost down Mingyu’s neck. His nipples stiffen with quick attention, almost more sensitive than your own but that isn’t your goal right now. Your mouth starts to water when you reach his stomach, tracing the ridges and dips with all the time in the world. 

Just as Mingyu gets the first syllable of protest at the tip of his tongue, you suck him between your lips with cruel enthusiasm.

All the kinks in his armor become the highlights: a coarse lick where he leaks, a tight fist at the base, your other hand cupping lower until he moans loud enough to echo across the lake. For your own sick pleasure, you back away enough to tap him against the flat of your tongue, pink against the tip of his cock, eyes on his until Mingyu is forced to look away or risk painting your face in white far too soon.

“Slow down,” he commands. More of a beg since his head tips back when you take him until the curve of your throat objects. “Fuck–Jesus Christ.”

You arch your spine, ass displayed like a prize. Another one of Mingyu’s weaknesses. You can count on one hand the number of times he’s let you suck him off without reaching over to feel how wet you get from the weight against your tongue. If he chances a look down again (inevitable) you’ve provided a great surprise.

His cock falls from your hold long enough to rasp, “Fuck my mouth.”

At the end of the day, who is Mingyu to deny his wife what she demands for?

Timid with the first thrust like always, Mingyu plants a hand on the back of your head, fingers woven into your hair for his own sanity. You like to surprise him by filling your throat as quickly as possible just to see Mingyu squirm. Nothing makes you blinder to your own limits than his pleasure. But years of taking him make it easy to work around. 

He’s trying. The effort is in the twitch of muscles bracketing your shoulders, the gentle tugs of his fingers, the way Mingyu can barely bite back the flow of curse when you choke around him deep in your throat. Your jaw is already growing sore but no obstacle against the desire to see Mingyu shake.

Then Mingyu does something that shocks you.

Your hand pauses its work under the gentle squeeze of his. Mouth still full, you flash your eyes open to find him staring down in awe. For a second you wonder if it's just because time had been short the past few weeks between wedding planning and traveling. But then he pulls your hand away from his cock and towards your mouth, and you finally realize what caught his attention.

The rings. The plain band that matches the one circling his finger and the special one he spent months trying to keep a secret.

Mingyu kisses across your knuckles, thumb tracing the metal and stone like it’s a wonder. He did the same motion over and over again last night: walking back up the aisle as husband and wife, at the reception as you both greeted guest after guest while glued to each other, in the car ride to the cabin across the center console, before you both fell asleep still fully clothed. 

Without any words, you’re pulled up into his lap for a searing kiss.

“I love you,” he sighs. His tongue slides against yours, slick as he tastes the mess you happily lapped up at his crotch.

“I love you too.”

You feel it. Feel it more than anything in the world. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes. It shivers down your spine, and blushes across your front. The effect of those three words, simple but so much more, seems almost too much for the daylight just beyond the awning of the porch. 

Out of the water, the cool air prickles along your back, forcing your chest to cave against the cold but Mingyu is there to warm you up with the stretch of his cock. 

You hide the satisfaction in the column of his neck, teeth razing wet across the vein there. He tastes like chlorine and that expensive cologne you jump his bones for. The idea of leaving a bruise like some teenager where everyone can see settles an ache in your core. It’s the first time Mingyu is inside you as your husband and it nearly rips apart the fabric of your being,

In a frenzy, your hips rut before Mingyu can orient himself to the snug feel of your walls. The angle is nothing short of cosmic. Clit rubbing against his pubic bone, cock battering that place inside that makes your joints lock. And the stretch after an unfulfilling glimpse on his fingers only burns you hotter.

The slap of your skin against his is an afterthought, background noise to grunts and groans and pathetic whines that meld between your mouths. In the thick of need, you aren’t even kissing. Just panting into one another’s mouth with narrowed vision. 

Mingyu sinks you lower in his lap with a smooth grind. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Like my husband is trying to get me pregnant.” You go cross eyed from the drag of his thumb against your worn bundle of never. Nothing makes him more desperate to please than the thought of you heavy with his your baby. 

No chance it’ll happen any time soon but the sentiment does wonders.

Another hard thrust threatening to leave you bedridden for the next week.“Fuck—please.”

“You’re mine,” Mingyu groans.

Writhing against his grip, sweat blooms at your brow. You can’t manage to respond with more than a cracked whine. Too focused on the wave rushing across the edges of your senses. 

“There! Fuck! Right there, Gyu.” You come in hot, carried by the rough way Mingyu forces you down his cock again and again. 

Nails biting into his biceps, your insides flutter tight, trying to pull Mingyu deeper even if he’s snug to the hilt. Full, deep, stretched beyond belief. Eyes cinched, muscles vibrating, you cum on your husband's cock with a broken grunt you’ll remember to be embarrassed about later.

“That's it, take it.” Mingyu coos with an edge. “My pretty fucking girl, my wife. Mine, all mine.”

Your knees hurt and your legs are numb from exertion and a killer orgasm. But you won’t call it until Mingyu gets his fill too.

“Close?” you pant. 

A hand at your throat is the warning, already knowing your plans to goad him to the edge if he isn’t there already. His thumb cocks your chin up so his tongue can lick the words right out of your mouth. 

A few more weak movements spell his ends. Mingyu cums with a grunt. Muscles tense, stomach caved, you scramble for hold under the threat of slipping back into the hot tub from the rushes of his cock to stuff you full with his spend. You’ll be sore tomorrow from the way he forces your thighs wider, until you’re flat against him, taking it deeper.

A sticky mess grows between your legs, warmly welcomed since the last time you felt it weeks ago. A peek between your bodies gets you ready to go again. But you still crave more. Ringed white around the base, Mingyu twitches inside you again when you clench just to tease him. 

“Love you, love you, love you…” Mingyu chants into your mouth until he goes slack with a long huff.

You find rest in his shoulder. Mingyu rubs his cheek against yours, innocent and domestic. He isn’t shy about most things but after you fuck eachother silly he likes to remind the universe its from a place of devotion.

“Marriage looks good on you.” 

“You too.” You smile. “Now take me to bed, I’m not done with you yet.”

“Whatever my wife demands.”

“That's my good husband.” The hand ruffling his hair is quickly snatched away, giving Mingyu the perfect opening to toss you over his shoulder before heading inside.

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Dad! Hermes x human!Mom! (Fem) reader

Warnings: baby drool

“all units of the Olympian troops are putting up a bold fight but the outcome doesn’t seem favorable.”

“I’ll say, I’m losing to my grand daughter!”

The gigantomachy.

The promordial goddess Gaia was unable to accept the outcome of Zeus becoming supreme ruler and thus raged war with the Olympian gods. Inside the Olympian palace Hermes had informed Zeus that the odds weren’t looking favorable as the supreme ruler was currently playing chess with his toddler grand daughter and losing at the game also.

The two were sitting across from each other while Hades and Ares, who was injured from the war, watched the two play chess. Poseidon stopped watching after Zeus third loss. Clapping her hands together at her fourth win Zeus decided to put his attention on the war, Hermes kindly held his daughter in his arms who was chewing on a chess piece.

Hermes tried taking it away from her as Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, and Ares talked about the war. Unfortunately, his daughter had a tight grip on the chess piece. Hermes thought to himself this wasn’t the perfect moment to have his child with him.

Hermes’ lover was a human princess making his daughter a demi-goddess. Hermes agreed to take his daughter in for a short while until he would return her back. Hermes, in truth loved his daughter as she was not only adorable but like him was intelligent. The two bonded regardless of the war that was going on currently.

Hermes still couldn’t get the chess piece out of his daughters mouth.

Ares began warning his father about Gaia and her soldiers which stressed Zeus out and once Adamas added in with his berating Zeus about what he was going to do it seemed like Zeus was backed into a corner.

Finally, Hermes managed to get the chess piece away from his daughter. Rather, getting a temper threw it, accidentally, at Adamas making the god yell in anguish as the slobbery chess piece knocked him off balance and fall out his chair , the slobber made him question life.

Hermes, muttered a small “oops” while Hades chuckled at the sight, Poseidon had a small, very small smile on his face as Ares was confused at what just happened. The angry babbles Hermes daughter gave echoed throughout the room, the angry babbles were for her father but instead Zeus took differently.

“Of course! My grand daughter is a genius! Let’s go pummel them!”

Excitedly Zeus grew bigger in size as he cheered how fighting was the answer to the war, Hermes didn’t say anything as he followed Zeus with his daughter in tow. Poseidon and Hades left as Adamas was wiping the slobber off his face. Ares would have helped but his injuries was too severe as the nurses helped him leave, leaving Adamas to himself.

After a long battle…

After a long battle, Ares was exhausted laying down on the battlefield. Bloodied and tired, the god of war hoped the war would end soon as he rested with his eyes closed. Which soon opened quickly as he felt something wet touch his face, screaming in terror as his wounds opened up Ares saw his niece smiling at him as Hermes carried her in his arms.

“You were right, he’s up.”

Hermes, kissed the top of his daughters head who was happy now and clapped her hands together. Ares was inconsolable as he felt how Adamas felt, hearing Ares yell brought forth a visitor.

“What’s going on here? What’s all the fuss?”

Ares felt his stomach drop as he recognized the voice belonging to Apollo, Hermes informed Apollo that he was just checking to see if Ares was alive. Looking at Ares who was wiping the drool off his face, Apollo was happy to see Ares was well.

“I believe she’s teething. That’s the reason for the drool.”

“Our princess is teething? They grow up so fast!”

Apollo pinched the toddler’s cheeks making her try to bite his hand at the moment, but Apollo was too fast for the girl and exchanged a soft chew toy instead. Making her smile, which made the handsome god smile too.

The war was over and the Olympian gods had won.

As stood over the giant proclaiming victory as his men cheered he held up his grand daughter in the air as she was confused.

“Everyone! My grand daughter gave me the vision that we would win this battle! Without her victory wouldn’t have been possible!”

The men cheered as Ares looked confused, Hermes simply played along. Of course, he knew that’s not what happened but he wasn’t about to fight his father especially since his daughter was being praised.

“I proclaim, my grand daughter, the goddess of victory!”

The crowd cheered Hermes daughter’s name even bowing to her, the moment almost made Hermes cry. It was a moment that was forever painted in the great hall of the Olympian gods.

“You kept her for two weeks and now she’s a goddess?!”

In the human world, it was late in the night as a princess was happy to have her daughter back with her and to see her handsome lover again. The news about her daughter came as a total surprise but one that was welcome.

“Mhmm, she’s the goddess of victory now. I’ll be back tomorrow to take her back with me.”

“Why?”

“She has to have her portrait painted, that’s why.”

Hermes watched as his daughter played with her toy as he talked to his lover, (Name).

“Also, make sure she gets plenty of sleep and don’t forget to brush her hair.”

“I know how to take care of my daughter Hermes. You can stay if you want.”

Smiling, Hermes kissed (Name)’s forehead then hugging his daughter good bye and also placing a kiss on her forehead. Hermes, could be a detached, calculating, yet sometimes playful person and when was with his girls the messenger god had another side to him.

A caring father and a devoted, wonderful lover.

“Next time. After all, last time I stayed a full night with you we ended up with a goddess of victory.”

As quickly as the messenger god arrived he quickly left, disappearing in the night. Although, (Name) was certain the messenger god would return tomorrow like he said would.

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