#apollo x male reader

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TOA 00

✮⋆˙apollo x male!reader

!warnings!: male reader but can be seen as gn, angst, mentions of blood.

✮⋆˙ this was honestly a fic idea i had for a while but since toa isn't really that popular, i figured it wouldn't do too well so instead here's a one-shot! Has been continued !

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"nonono.. beloved..." the god whispered as he dropped onto his knees beside your bloodied body. his hands trembling when he reached out to touch you.

your eyes were shut when he arrived at your spot. an opening deep in the forest behind his temple. after he'd set the sun and, his sister took her shift, he would then meet you here. here, where he learned of your body, and you learned his. here, where the whispers of intimacy stayed between two souls. here, where, apollo, the all-powerful god, submitted to a mortal and allowed his body to be used for love.

now, in the shadow of his love, was only grief. for as long as you love, grief will one day be in its place. a game of chance. it is said love is a fool's emotion as only a fool would jump into a game knowing the outcome would be a loss.

and perhaps, the god was the biggest fool of them all. loving a mortal promised nothing but loss, yet, when your eyes flickered open and connected with his, a fool was what he became once again.

his heart thumped against his chest. grief soon turned into hope. although your eyes were weak, and your skin was paling. you were alive. breathing. death had not claimed you, there was a chance you could live — a chance he could save you.

"apollo." even on your deathbed, his name would roll off your tongue like honey. he was worshipped, and his name was said many times a day by mortals wishing for his blessings or his wisdom.

but, your call for him was different. when you called for him it wasn't for him as a god, there was no expectation behind your words, no secret goal. if you did expect anything, if there was a goal, it was nothing more than simply just the presence of apollo. you would say his name gently as if you didn't want to scare him off, a reminder he could let his guard down around you.

there's a difference in being valued for what you could give versus being valued for who you were. something apollo could not comprehend until he met you. "what is it, beloved?" he murmured, his attempt to be gentle with you in your fragile state as his cheek leaned into the hand you had outstretched towards him.

your thumb rubbed circles against his skin. "I've been waiting for you." apollo swallowed down a sob. he could hear it in your voice, how hard it was for you to speak full sentences. broken breaths in between each of your words.

quickly, he answered before you could speak again. "i know, love, i know. it was my father's doing. he dispatched hermes to distract me... he knew i was coming to see you..." he let out a shaky breath, "my father punished you to punish me."

zeus's cruelty was nothing new to apollo. his father had been cruel to him his whole life. it was the whole reason he began the revolt against him alongside hera and poseidon in the first place. to be liberated from his father's tyranny.

they'd been found out, of course. hera had already received her punishment. she was to be suspended into the sky wrapped in chains. all of olympus winced as she cried through the night but no one dared to help her out of fear of their "mighty" king.

he wasn't supposed to hurt you. never in a thousand years would apollo have done any of this with the knowledge that you could be caught in the crossfire between him and his father. this wasn't how their game went. zeus had never gone after his lovers before. but dammit, he should've known better. he should've known his father would make sure to break him down. come for his every weakness. now, because of his carelessness, you are a pinch close to death. practically drowning in your own blood and only being able to use the tree stump behind you for support to stay upright.

the longer apollo's eyes stayed on your struggling figure, the foggier they became. "oh, im so, so, sorry." he choked out, the sob he swallowed down earlier forcing its way back up his throat. "this is all my fault."

he felt your thumb swipe at tears he wasn't aware he'd been shedding. how could you still be so gentle with him after he had put you in this situation? so attentive even though you were the one who needed the most attention?

And your eyes, they bore into his with the same amount of warmth as always. "hey.. its okay...we'll be okay." you mustered up a smile and, for a second, apollo believed your words, that everything would be okay. because your superpower was making him - everyone - feel like everything would be okay.

reality hit him with a strangled cough coming from you. he jumped, immediately, blinking away the rest of his tears as his hands helped to support you, your blood coating him. his breath quickened. every second you were falling further into the embrace of death. he was wasting time moping instead of helping.

apollo trembled as he went to press a hand over your wound. "let me heal you."

"no," you denied. it was all you could say with the little bit of strength you had left.

a helpless cry left apollo's lips, his tears flowing once again. your answer did not surprise him. in fact, he expected it. in all of your meetings with apollo, you never failed to mention that you cherished the value of a mortal life. to value which is rare, and what is more rare than a mortal life with the only promise that it would one day end.

apollo was a god. he was never born to die but born to continue living and changing as time allowed. life meant little to him, he'd taken many lives without much thought just as much as he created lives.

that was normal in the life of a god but, you were not a god. only a man. a fact that was being painfully made apparent more so now than ever.

power coursed through apollo's body and, yet, he could not get himself to use it. you were just a man. a man who got a god to submit to your will. you taught him the value in life, the value in you. in turn, he could not disregard your wishes as he could anyone else. he hated it. apollo hated how he loved you so much, he couldn't be selfish. how even when you were slipping through his fingers, he stopped himself from healing you because he knew you would be unhappy if he did, and he would be dammed if he was the reason for your unhappiness.

it was childish to believe that at the doors of death would you change your mind, abandon your humanity, and beg him to save you. "is this really what you want..." he asked. a plead, his last attempt to bargain with you.

you didn't answer his question. he preferred that. it left room to wonder, pretend there was a chance at something else. instead, you reached behind his head, pushing it forward until it gently bumped against your own. you didn't speak at first, opting to admire the face of your lover one last time.

“you're so beautiful..." you breathed out through your staggered breath.

apollo scowled at your words. Not finding the humor in your inappropriate timing for a compliment. “really? that's what you have to say right now." he frowned, his lips jutting into a familiar pout.

“it's true," you hummed, bumping noses with him.

he allowed you to indulge in your affections, scrunching his nose in response. a pointless attempt at gaining some type of normalcy within the situation. yet, the reality loomed over him. he could not shake it off as easily as you. “you’re dying and your last words to me are going to be something I hear from everyone.”

your laugh was music to his ears. soft, like your voice, but full of joy. the type of laugh that could light up a room and have even the gloomiest laugh along with you. he needed to savor it. to imprint the sound in his mind for the days he needs the encouragement to keep going. you found laughter even in a moment like this.

"it's only a matter of truth," you said, eyes flickering to his lips followed by a tilt of your head. when your lips brush, you murmur against his lips. "besides, wouldn't you miss hearing it from me the most?"

his stomach flutters at your words. of course he'd miss hearing your praise. not just for his beauty, but for anything. he held you in the highest regard, like you were a god yourself. but, it was easier to pretend he didn't care, and instead leave those words unspoken.

he settled for angling his lips to meet yours and disregarding your previous question. "you're being ridiculous." apollo mumbles, ignoring his aching heart.

then there is only silence as the two of you lean in to close the gap between you. like a magnet pulling you forward. when your lips touch, there's an immediate desire. your teeth smacking against each other, your hand pulling apollo's head in closer, deepening the heated kiss as much as you could. he didn't expect to feel droplets on his cheeks. you had cried. the realization made him want to weep.

you had nothing to lose, so you gave it your all. one last time.

the pull away was hesitant, and even then, your lips still ghosted one another's. forehead's touching, your eyes met. "i love you," you declared as if it was the first time you had confessed.

"i love you too." a silent goodbye hidden behind the desperation of his words.

you sighed contently as your expression softened and your eyes shut with a smile. apollo wanted to speak, to yell at you to keep your eyes open. keeping them on him until you couldnt anymore instead, he chose not to speak. the look on your face didn't let him.

you were happy. happy to accept your fate. you showed no signs of regret, no anger, no guilt, nothing that would keep you on this earth any moment longer. dying happily. who was apollo to take that from you?

his cries and begs would only put stress on you. you didn't deserve that. your death had to be just as beautiful as your birth.

so, apollo continued to sit there, watching your breath. how after a few seconds, it would begin to slow down, and the little tufts of warm air he felt against his cheek gently came to a stop. the cool air of nature taking its place.

your body was heavy against his. cold too. he didn't care, he would hold you until you were warm again. soon, as the hours went by, he would have to bring upon another day. a day that you would not get to be apart of.

until then, he would hold you under the moonlight one last time

they were caught. after making it onto the ship and successfully snagging caligua’s stupid sandals, they were taken by surprise by a horse. It was ridiculous. as piper laid out cold on the steed’s back, apollo made conversation about his demise. It was a nerve racking walk to the emperor’s throne room. caligua wasn’t merciful and apollo wasn’t sure of the whereabouts of meg and jason.

as a god, he thought he saw everything. but as lester, the surprises were never ending.

they made it to caligua’s throne, apollo’s eyes immediately scanning how many enemies were in the room. he wasn’t shocked to see the loyal attendants of caligua, nor was he shocked to see meg and jason trapped beside him.

but when his eyes settled onto the person beside caligua’s throne, apollo wanted to throw up. his heart thumping against his chest making him lose his breath. It was you. how was this possible? you died in his arms. In Ancient Greece.

reading the shock on his face, you dared to give him the smile he loved most as you stood behind the enemy. with a tilt of your head and a wave, you greeted him, “hello apollo, long time no see.”

[sunny-mercya]

Ordinary Godly

Apollo x Male Reader

Fandom -> Percy Jackson Series

Masterlist

Percy Jackson, who has fought a variety of Monsters and argued—even battled at some point—with the Godly deities of the mighty Olympus, had expected everything—when stepping into the home of Jason and Will, with the rest of his little friends troop—but nothing like this.

Seeing you, the deity of tranquility and slumber—another brother of Hypnos—for the very first time in actuality—was a weird experience of meeting for Percy.

»THERE YOU ARE! MY TWO PRECIOUS SUMMER BOYS! OH, NICO! I GREET YOU TOO, COME HERE!«

You had emerged from the Kitchen, baggy clothes—consisted of a large tee with the print of some band name and lyrics quote and pyjama pants—covered in what seemed to be flour and cocoa powder.

Your voice was loud, filled with thrilling excitement of joyfulness. Taking Jason and Will into your arms, hugging them tightly against you and giving each of them more than just a few kisses to the cheeks and head. Nico had been pulled into this as well, suffering through much affection as well.

You're radiating more hyperactivity energy and child like behaviour off, than the emotions you're meant to send out.

Walking into a home, in which Jason and Will had grown up with their two godly parents, which looked so damn mundane humane—that Percy had to take a double check on that Cookie Tin-can, filled with sewing stuff.

It confused him. If they all had learned one thing of being Demigods—half children of godly blessings, which sometimes could be seen as a curse though—that none of the gods and goddesses—their other parentally half—live like a ordinary human.

Always exotic enormously flashy, expensive, but never dare to boring and dull—than a god whose dull and pathetic unnoticeable, could not be worthy for eternity of mighty existence.

Yet, Percy thought, both the house and you are a stark contrast to what they have been told. Simple and ordinary.

»Are we sure this is really a deity?« asked Percy in a hushed whisper, leaning down to Annabeths ear and elbowing her in the side.

»I haven't seen Demosonos personally, but I highly doubt Jason and Will wouldn't recognised their parent.« she whispered back, keeping wary glances at them—some Gods can't be trusted.

Nico who had managed to free himself from the suffocating hug of love, stepped back to them and hissed in the same hushing voice of whispers;

»Do you two have any death wishes? Don't upset them.«

I mean, Percy thought—letting his gaze wander back to you—if we do so, what would happen? Ares, Zeus, Hades, Athena and his own father—Poseidon—are much more scarily and worthy of being called merciless fighters.

You on the other hand, looked—truthfully—weak. Percy could for sure, probably, take you down in seconds.

After all, from what he could gather, you're more than just a minor god—even less than minor, a subcategory inside a subcategory—unworthy to be mention with the same breath of saying Nxy, Hypnos and all the way to Morpheus.

Still, Percy is after all confused to why their Prophecy and Quest is, to seek you out and ask for your help.

Lesser Gods aren't helpful, they're more a nuisance.

~~~

»And this must be your other friends? Right? Perseus and Annabeth?« the question was more towards your sons.

You stepped towards the two teens, Will had already pulled Nico away to the Sofa and Jason had gone to the Kitchen, greeting loudly his other dad.

Percy and Annabeth felt both a bit uncomfortable with your vacant stare and the friendly smile on your lips.

»Uhh, It's Percy actually, I don't liked to be called Perseus« Percy didn't know, why of all the things he could say, decided to say this—but he did, mouth being faster than his brain again—and Annabeth elbowed him hard in the rips, a tiny gaps of breath intake left her lips.

The friendly smile never wavered from your lips, nodding at them—they couldn't tell if you had even listen properly, vacant glint still in your eyes—head dropping a bit to the side.

»Aah! You want some tea and Sweets? C'mon, c'mon, now don't be shy you two, take a seat. Will be a dear and help me« clapping your hands, you ushered the two teens to the Sofa, skipping already to the Kitchen.

»I will explain later a bit,« with that being said, Will stood up as well.

Neither of the three said anything, looking around the living room with more interest than addressing the current situation—or more issues perhaps?

»I thought you knew what he is like Nico....I mean with you being Wills boyfriend, you are prone to meet his parents«

»Hey hey, don't come at me now Chase. I only have met Mr. [Surname] like three times and that was in the city.«

»Small tip of advice, don't be so stiff. Relax a little or Pa's gonna worry again« they hadn't noticed Jason, who have come back from the kitchen with a tray of Tea cups and Kettle.

Will following soon after with a Tray of sweets and pastries, setting it down on the coffee table. They both getting comfortable on the sofas—Jason on the main big one, while Will had sat with Nico on the right mini sofa and Percy and Annabeth on the left—again.

Nico instantly following Jasons advice, relaxing his body and sliding just a bit down.

When Apollo had entered the living room, Annabeth and Percy gasped loudly in surprise. Standing up they bow their head or more like, Annabeth forced Percy to do as well.

»Lord Apollo!«

»Since when did you become a Lord? Aren't you a God?« you asked in amused surprise, taking a seat as well.

»Apparently just now, love« Apollo shrugged, Will started to laugh and Jason sighed in disappointment, shaking his head—so much for giving advice to his friend, to not be so formally stiff and causing tension.

~~~

The hours passed and Percy and Annabeth had relaxed over the times. Coming to the conclusion that you aren't one of the tricky gods—like Ares—who likes to use them as soldiers.

You asked them various questions, be it about the quest or some daily things; like what's your favourite TV-Show.

It wasn't long till you slumped, actually passing out from something akin to exhaustion and sleep, body leaning against Apollo—who had long wrapped an arm around you in a protective manner.

Jason stood up, taking your legs and moving them onto the couch. Getting a blanket from the footstool—where are tower of them was stacked—and covering you a bit to the hips with it.

Percy couldn't help himself but to stare at the marks—he first took notice of them when you handing him a gummy-bear—which covers your arms, starting from your wrist and ending somewhere at your neck or collarbone.

He had seen these types of Marks before. Racking his brain for the information he had read about or being told from.

Oh.

Percy jumped up, snapping his fingers and pointing—accusingly—at you. Head turning to Annabeth and again his mouth had been faster than his brain.

»That's THE DEMON OF OLYMPUS!« he had shouted it so loud, that your body jerked up—stirring awake is what you begun, already mumbling something sleepily out of context.

Apollo moved you quickly into his arms, shushing you gently back to the dreamlands and humming a little tune of it.

A mess had started to erupt between them all.

»I know! It's still highly disrespectful to point that out, seaweed brain!« Annabeth slapped him hard against the shoulder.

»Do you have a death wish, Jackson? Do you want us get killed?« hissed Nico, giving a glare, sitting uptight again and body going absolutely rigid stiff.

The worst part for Percy was probably the disbelieving disappointment frown on both, Jasons and Apollos—though his frown looked more like concealed bubbling anger—face.

Apollon stood up with you in his arms, ready to walk out. Will was about to stand up as well, wanting to go with his father.

»I'll take it from here boys. I expect from you two to inform your friends properly now, to ensure that such outrageous behaviour won't happen again.«

»Wow, way to go Percy. Upsetting one of the kinder gods in just one go.« Will wanted to laugh, to make it seem that it wasn't that bad, but his laugh came more like a strangled cry out.

»How many times did we, did I, told you to keep your mouth shut in more than just one occasion?!« chastised Annabeth, giving him another shoulder slap.

»No, honestly Percy, be fucking glad Pa had another slumber episode of his or you would....I don't know, but it wouldn't be nice.«

»But he's the Demon of Olympus! Isn't he not? The marks of Zeus's banning are a clear sign of it. I don't get why we need help from an evil deity who also deceives everyone to believe he's being known as a lesser god«

»Even for you Perseus, that's a new personal low! How dare you to say such horrible things about my Pa.« Jason stomped off, the anger radiating off and his face slightly red from it.

Will had decided to inform Percy properly about his dad's complete and historical story. He didn't want his parents to be offended—or feel upset and angered—after all they need their help and support for the upcoming—already starting—quest.

You're the brother, a child from Nyx, of Hypnos. It is true, your actual deity personality, form and power is akin to one of chaos—you're a personification of weather—raging storms to be exact—and a sneer of demonic vileness petty violence.

During a darker time in history, Zeus had strikes you with lightning—sealing your actuality, banning them for a balance—and splitting you into what you are now; god of tranquility and slumber.

The splitting had also caused a turn in personality itself. Making you more childish, airhead and forgetful. Kindness from you, comes not completely naturally—feeling more forced without meaning to, though you do love and this was a genuine one.

»Yeah okay, but why is Demosonos—uh, [Name], with your father, Will?«

»They're married?«

»Why?«

»You're officially demoted from Seaweed brain to dumbweed brain.« muttered Nico, pinching the bridge of his nose.

»They married for like years and that's because out of actual love and I'm not gonna tell you their sappy love story.«

»Still I don't get how like Lord Apollo, who blends like the sun, is being married freely to someone like him, a actual demonic person«

»I–oh my fucking god, Percy. My dads are married because they love one another, completely smitten they are, how hard is that to understand?!« Will groaned in desperation, taking a handful of biscuits again—had he almost eaten the whole bowl.

And Nico thought, how a great way to upset a God and already dooming their quest in the very beginning.

~~~

Jason felt hesitant, as if he were five again and didn't wanted to disrupt his parents sleeps because he had a nightmare, to step into the bedroom.

Respectfully he knocked a few times on the door, before opening it and stepping inside.

The bedroom was almost shrouded in complete darkness, except for the dimmed nightshade next to the bed.

Apollo had acknowledged his son, didn't say anything though—to occupied to lay in bed next to you, hand supporting his head as he drove his fingers through your hair.

A cooled washcloth was placed over your face. You hadn't started to sweat, sign of upcoming fever, but Apollon didn't wanted to risk it—doing a prevention beforehand.

What most, be it his own kind or humans, didn't know is that Zeus lightning strike to you has caused more than just a split personality—created a rift in your health, leaving you vulnerable and weak and prone to sickness.

Apollo couldn't do much about it. Not even with his powers of healing, leaving him a pit of despair and self-hatred whenever you got sick.

»Do you know the actual, not that stupidly outrageous idea of us gods being unfaithful, I mean some truly are, reason, why we have decided to let you and Will and all your other siblings been born from Humans?«

»No,« Jason shook his head, debating with himself if he should sit or lay down next to you, in the end he chose a mix of both.

Jason had sometimes wonders why it always had been that way—being born from humans and a deity—even though gods and goddesses could bear children just as well.

When he had been younger, wasn't all that long ago in his early teen years—memory still fresh in mind and sometimes upsetting him—he had accused his father, they had another argument that day, he never had loved dad in the beginning and being unfaithful to him—cheating with woman's and only seeing you as some kind of trophy.

That day was the only day and time where Jason had seen Apollo with actual anger on his face. The kind of anger which bubbles in you till it turns into hatred and pettiness.

»It's because your dad wouldn't survive the procedure of giving birth and I mind you, the whole explanatory of the aspect itself of how we gods and goddesses giving birth and the many various ways to do so, is chaotic complexing on its own.«

»You mean, dad would die? But you are immortals and immortals aren't meant to die«

»Yes and no. Even though we're immortals of eternity, there are still ways—ancient barbaric ones—to kills us or at least in a sense of us being dead. No, no, Jay, the reason isn't death, he just wouldn't survive.«

Jason furrowed his brows, not understanding what his father meant or trying to tell him.

»You well aware of what happened to your dad, his history. Zeus had strike him down, leaving him in the few hours of unconsciousness—which had caused a spurt of utterly violent storms throughout the land—vulnerable and unable to defend himself against any sort of danger and hostile.«

»Are you trying to tell me that, Zeus had, you know—with dad?«

»Dear lord! Jason! Absolutely not! Don't ever think of such disgusting scenarios and manners again.«

Apollo sighed deeply, not having expected his Son to come to such conclusions. You stirred again, your hand coming up to your face and taking the washcloth off.

Bleary you opened your eyes, trying to make out where you are and who you are.

Apollo, praying silent apologies already, leaning down to you—pressing a soft kiss onto your lips and with a quick whisper of humming lullaby, brought you back into the grips of slumber. Unconscious you rolled onto your side, over to him and into his arms.

»You put him into force sleep! Didn't you told us to never use our powers of sleep in such forceful ways? It's a rule number one!«

Apollo raised a brow at his son, who looked absolutely mortified for a good minute and turned into distasteful disappointment.

»Now now, my son, don't give me such gaze. I too am not proud of what I did, but it had to be done. It's still a sensitive topic and I don't want to cause a distress, disturbance or even distrust perhaps. Now, where was I? Aah yes—«

»So like I said, during the hours of unconsciousness, a wave of sickness rolled over—custody of Pandora's box being opened—and infected painfully your dad. Leaving him, once he had woke up, in a whimpering withering anxiety filled mess.«

»And that's how you meet Dad then, right?«

»That's a story for another, but yes. Anyways, to what I'm trying to say is, your dad is still too vulnerable and weak—sickness prone, to be able to handle the whole procedure of giving birth. I mean we tried it once and only, but.....let's just say, dad still has scars from it. And thus the reason why we and perhaps most of us gods, decided to let our children been born from humans.«

Jason gulped, trying to not choke on his tighten up throat. He hadn't been aware of it, how the true story had happened, but it all makes so much sense now.

The times you got so bedridden, unable to do anything but sleep, that Will cried for days and nights thinking you're about to die from incurable illness.

Or when Will had been still a child, having gotten a nasty flu and you had to take care of Will and him—Jason himself had been in some bad mood the whole week to even consider to help you out as he was the older brother after all—all on your own, because his father had been away for business trips—and you looked so exhausted and ready to pass out any minute, that Jason hadn't even question back then why you took pills after pills and chugged cups of coffee.

Jason understands so much better now, why you never got angry—like he had been, when founding out—when Apollo had intercourse with yet another woman.

He understood why you're so prone to sudden collapse of exhaustion and slumbering sleep during the day or in the middle of doing something.

And then he felt a rush of rage through his blood.

You didn't deserve to be treated like this, to be frowned upon down or with that false kindness the other deities treated you with.

You didn't deserve to either called a demonic being or naively dumbling of airy forgetfulness.

Jason hated it. Hated them, the ones above and those below. How dare they to make you feel so unwanted and filling you with seeds of self-hatred and anxiety—when you give nothing but pure love to him and his siblings.

Jason wasn't blind, his father neither—though the man chose to completely ignore it, when you once again had puffy red rimmed eyes—when you had cried in the bathroom during nights and mumbling things to yourself, Jason didn't want to repeat.

Jason decided, this prophecy wasn't worth it to bring you once again pain and remind you of the haunting past.

If it meant to sabotage the quest, he would do. After all his loyalty and love belongs to only you and not to the greater ones above, who hadn't even the slightest fuck to give about their children.

[thewritingginger]

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.

~~~

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 

Feedback and Interaction is always appreciated! :)

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[johnnyraine]

Male Reader Smut Microfics

Words: 1,458

19th of July, 2022

Pseudo-Sequel to Male Reader Smut Drabbles

XXX

~Knife Play - Nanno (Girl From Nowhere)~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Magic Sex - Wanda Maximoff (MCU)~

“Fuck!” Wanda moaned.

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

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

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

“Yes, dear.” You gulped.

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

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

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

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

Your hands moved down to knead her ass.

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

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

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

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

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

XXX

You woke up, confused.

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

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

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

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

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

~Toys - Lan Wangji (The Untamed)~

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

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

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

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

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

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

Emboldened, he took you deeper, hitting his throat.

“Klhk!”

“Eager aren’t we?” You chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cloud?”

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

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

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

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

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

~Mirror Sex - Apollo (Blood of Zeus)~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Bathtub - Morgana (Merlin)~

“Mn Ah,” Morgana moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think we may need another bath.”

[forbidden-sunlight]

Yandere!Apollo with fem!giyuu!reader scenario

Yandere!Apollo: I am the most powerful and beautiful god in the Greek pantheon! I am loved by the ladies, yet none of them are able to fill the hole in my heart. Will I forever be a devastatingly handsome bachelor for all of eternity?

In the ninth round of Ragnarok, his opponent was none other than the former Water Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps. No matter how he manipulated the Thread of Artemis to end this fight quickly as the idea of injuring a fair maiden is an irredeemable crime in itself, Giyuu!reader defies all logic with her Breathing Style and lands more than a few hits on his magnificent body. Their match ends in a draw, much to the shock of the crowd ... especially when she used his threads to tie him up and just walk out of the arena without saying another word. 

Yandere!Apollo could only stare at the small mortal as she got further and further away, feeling his heart hammer uncontrollably against his bruised ribs. Was this….lust…love? Or something he had yet to experience before? 

Meanwhile, King Leonidas watched from the sidelines with a disgusted grimace. He did not like the expression on the shithead god’s face. Not one damned bit. He’ll need to talk to Giyuu!reader as soon as possible. 

Regardless of the fact that she is an honorable and powerful warrior in her own right, Giyuu!reader was not the sharpest arrow in the quiver. 

[mayonnaise2004]

Clarisse La Rue meeting & dating!Child of Apollo! Reader

- Clarisse hated the children of Apollo. Most of them were; in her words ‘Wussies that are afraid of the dark.’ But when she laid eyes on you during your first day of camp, Those thoughts shifted a bit. Especially when you destroyed Luke in sword fighting.

- Congrats, you’ve gained a bit of respect from her. That doesn’t mean she won’t mess with you though.

^ Speaking of messing with, if you stand up for yourself/anyone she will hold a grudge against you. You embarrassed her!

- Clarisse is very distant about her feelings, so when that crush begins to form she will go out of her way to stay away from you.

- Poor girl is confused, why does she think you look pretty getting out of the lake!? She’s an Ares kid, she can’t be having thoughts like these!

- But of course, she couldn’t stay away from you forever. Clarisse absolutely despised how the Ares kids enjoyed sitting across from Apollos, and she especially hated how you and Percy got along so well.

- As Clarisse sat across from you, her mind began to race with the thoughts of possibilities.

- What if she did talk to you? What if she did tell you how she felt? Her mind plays the scenario again and again. She’s so tempted to go over there, So badly she wants to and when she closes her eyes and opens them again. She’s still staring, She’s still watching, She’s still so tempted.

- Her siblings (being the assholes they are) noticed this and taunted Clarisse until word got out, and eventually reached you.

- And later that night after an embarrassing confession, the two of you shared a kiss on the empty docs.

DATING HCS:

- She's not a fan of romance or intimacy, but she does enjoy having a partner who can match her energy and keep up with her adventurous personality.

^ She does show affection though, mostly through tiny trinkets she finds around camp (pebbles, leaves, and Jewellery she may or may not steal from the Aphrodite kids.)

- Going on walks through the forest

- Clarisse is a very protective person, She gets pissy if anyone she doesn’t like goes near you (including her half-siblings.)

- having to stop her from bullying new kids (*cough cough* Percy Jackson *cough cough*)

- sneaking into her cabin after nightmares (or vice versa.)

- she loves to brag about you, any major or minor accomplishments are flexed in her siblings faces.

“My s/o can do more sit ups then you.” “They beat me in a sword fight!” “They learned how to sew!”

- Constantly trying to impress you, probably says “babe! Did you see that!” Ever 5 seconds when she’s training

- peels your oranges without question

[supercap2319]

Ikaris x male reader (Greek Mythology Au)

You knew about Ikaris, son of Apollo, by your mistress, Hecate. He was a famous Demigod. Maybe not as famous as Heracles or Achilles, but still famous nonetheless. While other heroes had super strength or invincibility thanks to the Styx, Ikaris had the power to shoot the sun from his eyes.

Hecate said it was a rare gift and if he used it well, Ikaris could prove to be a force for good to Gods, or their enemy. You hoped it was the former. Would be a shame if someone as handsome and as powerful as he would turn out to be an enemy to all of Greece.

You stayed with mistress Hecate in order to control this magic that you possessed that she called ‘the ability to manipulate reality as you wished.’ You didn't care to manipulate reality. This was the job of the Gods, but you did long for love and companionship. Little did you know that you were going to get exactly what you wished for on the night Hecate left to tend to matters elsewhere.

On the night of her leave you had remained in her temple, keeping the hearth warm as you heard the sounds of footsteps of someone. He was dressed in a blue and gold garment that was draped over his chest, but you could still see a trail of hair on his muscular chest. He was even more handsome than you imagined he'd be.

“Forgive my late night intrusion, but I must seek counsel with mistress Hecate.” Ikaris said.

“And why do you seek counsel with my mistress, noble warrior?” You asked.

“I seek her advice on how to defeat a monster that cannot be hurt by the weapons of man. I need her wisdom on what path I should take.”

You walked towards him and away from the hearth as you motioned him to join you in sitting down as you offered him a goblet of wine to drink. “My mistress is the Goddess of crossroads, but she can't tell you which road to take, Lord Ikaris. That is a path you must discover for yourself.”

Ikaris took a drink of the wine and nodded his head. “I suppose you're right. This is the first time that I've felt at a loss. This creature, this lion, is unbeatable.” Ikaris said.

“Have you not tried your power of the sun?” You asked. “It is a very powerful gift. I'm surprised that you had to ask for such guidance.”

“I suppose I just wanted someone to talk to. To believe in me when others have not.”

“Well, for what it's worth my Lord, I do believe in you.” You smiled at him.

Ikaris smiled back. “You are too kind.” He reached out and took your hand into his and kissed it. “Thank you. I shall take my leave now, but I shall return within a day's time.”

“I look forward to it.” You said.

You watched him go underneath the shine of the moon and stars.

Within a day's time, Ikaris returned covered in dirt and blood, but he wore a smile on his face and he wore the golden pelt of the lion on his shoulders. He walked towards you and bowed. “I owe you a debt of gratitude. For I could never have defeated the lion without your guidance. Tell me, what is your name?”

“Y/N.” You say.

“Well, Y/N. These are for your mistress.” He reached into his chiton and revealed the claws of the lion. “And this… is for you.” He slowly walked towards you and pulled you close before kissing you on the lips.

[platinumrosetail]

New idea I hope I'm not annoying you so can you please do a romantic Apollo, Poseidon x fem shinra reader (separately) so basically the reader is a female version of shinra she has all his ability and power's shinra is from fire force if your wondering here's a bit more information shinra can make fire come out of his feet and that allows him to fly he can also kick so hard that he sent the moon back to space Shira is also really fast he can easily break the sound barrier and that not mentioning his shinrabanshōman form he basically rewrote the laws of reality to save everyone also when shinra is nervous he tends to smile so yeah the reader is a female version of shinra and is op and not matter what she will always be on humanity side

Oh yea I remember seeing some things about him and fire force in the past, sure I think I can do this though it might turn out short seeing as I never really watched fire force yet (it’s in my watchlist but like many others I haven’t gotten around to watching it plus I have many things to watch so yea lol 😅), also you’re not annoying me don’t worry just as long as you don’t keep requesting for record of ragnarok as I don’t want to get burned out and close the ror request 😅.

Warning: noob author, female reader, ooc?, and others.

Characters: Apollo, Poseidon.

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Apollo:

You two met by you accidentally bumping into him when you were exploring Valhalla as you recently had died on earth and was considered a warrior so you ended up in Valhalla, you nervously smiled out of habit as you hoped you didn’t die again as you heard that some gods and goddesses don’t take too kindly to humans so you hope that he wasn’t one of those gods that hate humans.

He was a bit freaked out about your smile as he was expecting you to grovel and plead for your life to be spared for bumping into a god but you had only smiled and apologized. He questioned why you were smiling and you toppled him of your habit when you get nervous before you took your cue and quickly left.

He was curios about you and wanted to know more about you, he wonders multiple times if you’re to his standard of beauty or not and he hopes that you are as you’re very interesting to human surprisingly more than he thought yo’d be.

You were thankful to not have died on the spot in front by apollo killing you as you wanted to explore more of Valhalla and you couldn’t do that if you were dead.

You can’t help but think that he was very attractive but you stopped quickly after that thought entered your head as Apollo might be more powerful than you which mans if he should ever have the desire to kill you he might so just in case you begin thinking of a plan to protect yourself and any possible passerby should it ever happen that he wants to kill you.

Apparently he didn’t want to kill you you found out later after he surprised ambushed you as you were avoiding him just in case, in fact you apparently was to his approval of beauty which you were surprised to hear about. You two later go together which shocked many and made many god/goddesses and nymphs mad and jealous but you two ignored them. You two like to spare together, he was shocked to see how strong you were, but what he didn’t know was that you were holding back immensely so as to not destroy anything or anybody.

When ragnarok happened you sided with humanity which wasn’t really shocking but Apollo tried getting you on the gods side but that proved to be useless as you didn’t think it was fair how the gods were just destroying humanity even though it was their jobs as gods to guide humanity and that if Apollo loved you then he would do what was right as you will fight for humanity; you knew that you’d most likely win considering you’re half god and half human and a very powerful one at that, but Apollo didn’t so he decided to fight for humanity as well so in case you both win you two can celebrate like couples and if not and you both die you two could be together for eternity.

Poseidon:

He kept on seeing you wherever he went and naturally thought you were following him which annoyed him as he didn’t want what he calls; you in his eyes at the moment, filth following, you of course was just exploring Valhalla and wasn’t trying to follow Poseidon around but Poseidon definitely thought you were.

He decided to confront you about it, you were nervous as you heard from many that Poseidon is a very dangerous person that you shouldn’t annoy or anger and how he sees humans as filth as he would dice you with his trident, so you nervously smiled out of habit and explained that you werewn’t following him on purpose but it’s because you were exploring Valhalla as you’re new here, thankfully he didn’t notice your nervous smiling habit, at least you thought he didn’t but he was able to see your nervous smile in his peripheral vision even though he was looking at the floor away from you like he’d always do when in the presence of those he deemed filth.

Your nervous smiling habit stayed in his mind later after that no matter what he was doing or whatever it was he was thinking, even if it didn’t involved you he still thought about your nervous smile that he couldn’t get out of his head no matter how much hew tried to get you out.

He later started searching for you as he wanted to see if this wasn’t part of your power as he can feel himself getting comfortable thinking about you even though he doesn’t want to, at least that’s what he keeps telling himself, his brothers on the other hands sees it differently, it’s mostly Zeus who tease Poseidon about it which he almost gets screwed each time by Poseidon if it weren’t for their older brother; hades, who stopped them before one of them gets killed by the other.

You were defiantly in for a shock when you found yourself in front of Poseidon again once more, at first you thought you are now going to be dead for accidentally unintentionally following him again but he surprised you by asking you what ‘spell’ did you cast on him to think about you so much no matter how many times he tried to get you out of his heads.

He left soon after you told him that you didn’t put a ‘spell’ on him or anything of the sorts, you knew you were powerful but you didn’t know that you could make such a stoic and cold man like him think about you all the time. You found him attractive but knew that he very well might kill you when your paths cross again. You were shocked to find out that he did not kill you the next time you two cross p[aths in fact he wanted to get to know you. Soon after you two became a couple after getting to know each other and after some courting which flabbergasted every one sept for those that knew well enough.

When ragnarok started you knew he would side with the gods so you left a note explaining that your would be siding with the humans as you thought it was unfair how the gods treated the humans even though the gods were mostly at fault for not doing their jobs to guide the humans to a right path and you would happily die trying if it meant getting your point across and set the gods on doing their jobs finally, he wasn’t happy at the thought of your death and he knew you were right so as a god he decided to join the humans side which very much shocked the other gods as usually he would think of humans as filth but it seemed that your got through to him and so now he sides with the humans survival.

(A/n: hope y’all like it!!! I tried my best to keep the two in character so I’m sorry if it turns out that they were more ooc than I thought they would be 😅 same with the reader seeing as how she’s based off of shinra from fire force, also the requester said that the reader was half god and half human; demigod, and a very large powerful at that so I tried incorporating that into it the best I can so I hope I did ok on it, and sorry if I didn’t 😅, like I said before just make sure to not overdue it on requesting for record of ragnarok as I don’t want to have to close it like I did with the others because I was burned out of it alright? Thank you. Anyway I believe that’s it and hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[thegayauthor]

Nico Di Angelo x Son of Hypnos!Reader x Jason Grace

"Hey, sleepyhead. It's time to wake up." I heard and someone shook me awake.

"What?" I grumbled and saw Nico kiss my cheek.

"We have a date with Jason in a couple hours, now come on." He explained and I slowly sat up.

"Fine. I'll get ready, but two whole hours away?" I agreed.

"Yes, you need a least a half hour to be half awake and I've been trying to wake you for the last half hour." Nico answered, chuckling fondly.

"Fuck you." I said, but I was smiling and he knew it wasn't serious.

"Love you to. And I'll be back, I'm going to get you a snack because you clearly have been sleeping to much, this not eating." He said, kissing my cheek and getting up.

"Do you realize who's talking?" I asked.

"Yes, I do. And I don't forget that much, and when I do, I get a scolding from Jason." Nico answered before getting up.

"Ok, fine..." I said, giving up.

"Finally! Now I'll be back with a pop tart or something and you can eat before getting ready, and some coffee or tea. Whichever you prefer." He exclaimed.

"Probably tea right now, coffee is my all nighter drink, that would work to well." I said, emphasizing 'to'.

"Okay, I'll be back, green tea, like your grandma used to use?" He asked.

"Yes. Thanks." I said before barely sitting up and kissing his cheek. He smiled back and left to get the food.

"Hey, sleepyhead, you seriously need to wake up." Nico said as I opened my eyes again.

"Sorry, didn't even realize I slipped away." I said. Nico chuckled and handed me the food and drink. I just ate in silence and Nico helped me get ready.

By the end of the day, Jason, Nico, and I were sleeping peacefully entanglement in each other's limbs.

[heartmii]

TOA 01

✮⋆apollo x male!reader

!warnings!: angst, mentions of blood, anything else anyone sees and is uncomfortable with please let me know!

✮⋆˙ woo chapter two!! I'm excited to release this but also super nervous because I added a twist that I'm not sure everyone will love but I mean, it's a story about mythical beings so I decided to just have fun with it!

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“What did you do?” Anger seethed through the ex-god, his shaky breath competed with the rapid thump of his heart against his chest. Apollo’s eyes snapped to the now smug smiling emperor, the fury in his chest growing. 

“Oh? Are you not happy with what you see?” Caligula asked, voice laced with fake concern. He clicked his tongue, his eyes surveying his servants in dissatisfaction. “The gods,” he sighed, shaking his head. “So hard to please. You surprise them with the dead love of their life, and still, it’s not enough for them to say thank you. Such egos, it’s a shame, really.”

Apollo swallowed, an attempt at soothing the dryness that was now overtaking his throat. “That’s not possible. It’s an illusion. It has to be…” he faltered, his body deflating as he dropped onto the ground.

 Apollo was a god turned mortal. He was from the mythical world and saw many things, things that one alone could not comprehend, things that don’t make sense, that shouldn’t be able to happen because it went beyond the natural order of the mortal and mythical world. Yet, somehow, you being brought back from the dead was not an acceptance that came easily to him. 

It’d been years, years, since your death, but you lived. Alive in Apollo’s mind. There was not a day, not a century, not even a millennium, that Apollo did not think of you and the bittersweet memories you two shared. Your grace and your beauty, along with the essence of your soul, were immortalized for eternity in his heart, where he could forever nourish your memory and honor your legacy. 

Please… Who was he kidding? Honoring your legacy? Him? Apollo had done nothing but trash on everything you stood behind! If anything, he went against what you fought so desperately for. There was blood on his hands. The blood of many innocent lives he so easily discarded with no regard for their being. The option of others having a choice was previously nonexistent in the ex-god’s mind. He’d force many people to do his bidding and castigate them if they rejected. 

Including those he loved after your time. 

His heart clenched as Daphne’s horrified face filled his mind. Her expression contrasting his hopeful one as he chased her through the forest surrounding mount Olympus. It was Eros who, so full of spite, caused her to hate the mere thought of Apollo’s face. So much so that she begged her father, Peneus, desperate for help. He’d heard her prayers and granted her salvation.

 But even after the last branch formed from Daphne’s outstretched arm and she had fully become a prospering laurel tree, Apollo did not allow her to rest peacefully. He had plucked the leaves from her branches and formed what was now known to be one of his most notable symbols. The laurel reef.

 Daphne didn’t love Apollo. No, she despised him so much that she believed death was better than remaining on earth with him, but even that he had stolen from her. 

Just like you, Daphne was immortalized in the memories and stories of people but met the tragic fate of being forever tied to the very god that she had died escaping, tainting her name with his own and taking away her right to a peaceful death. Apollo may not have been the one that forced her to take her last breath, but it was he who pushed her to such a state of helplessness that she felt there was no other option. 

Perhaps that was why the thought of you being alive was so agonizing to him, because then you would learn about the monster he had become and how all of those promises he made to you under the moonlight had become nothing but empty words he spewed under the drunken spell of love.

 How could he look you in your eyes now? Eyes that always glimmered with determination as you spouted your ideals and all the great you planned to do in the world…how could he look at those same eyes and say that he failed to do what you had dreamed, what you both dreamed. Even if that dream died for Apollo a long time ago. 

Caligula considered Apollo for a moment before grabbing your arm and moving you back into his line of sight. He turned back to the ex god, his smile now wicked and sadistic, vastly enjoying the conflicting grief in his eyes.

“You haven’t taken a proper look at him. As he was once your lover, there’s no doubt in my mind you’ve memorized his body. You should have no trouble deducing if he’s a fake or not.” 

How odd was it that Apollo, who had been literally fighting for his life these past few months and wanted nothing more but to evade conflict, wished he was dodging swinging swords, and running from giant monsters that chased him and his friends instead of being here, simply standing and being forced to stare at the person most precious to him. 

Yet, he had succumbed to the small part of him that was a tad curious if it truly was you. 

His breath staggered, and he stood on wobbly legs, anxiously meeting your stare, only to regret it immediately. 

There they were, those eyes. Hypnotic as they had willed Apollo into your grasp, and enchanted him with an infatuation that ran deep in his blood. The same hunger swirled within them in a way that could only be described as honest passion. The intensity made Apollo’s heart skip a beat, and he trembled under your gaze. 

It was said that one’s eyes were the window into their soul, a quote which honestly was quite dated and overused, but as you searched deep within Apollo, he felt his own soul stir in response. His body had recognized its missing piece and, like a magnet, it fought to connect again.

Your souls were bound to each other. The fates decreed that the moment you two met. There was no way Apollo wouldn’t have known if you were a fake. 

In case he was completely wrong and in over his head, he took action to make sure he was absolute in his observation. It hurt to tear his sight away from your face, but he allowed himself to survey the rest of you, as Caligula suggested. 

His eyes roamed your body with a frown. 

 How strange. You appeared to be… out of this world. 

Your aura, although it had always been charming, was different in a way Apollo could not put his finger on. Something about you filled him with an irresistible sensation he had never felt with you before. 

Could it be Lester’s human hormones could not handle the gorgeous sight of his past lover and therefore appeared to be more appetizing than usual?

No, that couldn’t be it. Yes, mortals could definitely be extremely tempting creatures, but they didn’t hold the same weight and power as they did with gods. Many felt enchanted just by the mere sight of one. It was not a simple task to break away from their inviting aura and fight the urge to give in to their desires. 

Your aura was similar; An inviting force emitting from you. But how? You weren’t a god… were you? 

Apollo gagged internally at the thought, his insides twisting at the possibility of you being a deity. 

Being mortal was the very essence of your existence. It was nauseating how you nurtured the role like it was your life’s purpose, facing no fear towards things such as death or illness, claiming that these tragedies were simply just a part of being human and running from it would do nothing but force you to live in a world of clouds where you’d constantly be lost amongst the fog. 

Becoming a deity would’ve made your death a vain sacrifice for what you believed and enduring an eternity of grief would’ve been for nothing. Days of forcing the sun to shine upon the earth when Apollo himself was lost in the overwhelming darkness of his heart as his guiding light, his sun, was gone. Constantly, he searched for another you because the void left in him hurt too much, but of course, none had come as close to his heart as you did because in the end, all he wanted was you and he caged his heart behind iron bars out of fear of experiencing grief on that level ever again. 

There was only one who had been close to unlocking his heart again after you. His dear Hyacinthus. Oh, how the boy had reminded Apollo of you in so, so, many ways. The both of you were graceful, heads held high as you smiled at all that you loved. Adored by many as anyone who came to meet you was always enthralled by your allure and hearts of gold. But alas, love was never in Apollo’s favor, and his precious Hyacinthus met a tragic fate when he was murdered by the conniving and envious wind god, Zephyrus. 

It was almost comical how similar your deaths were. A sadistic joke played on Apollo. All hope he ever had for another love as great as you and Hyacinthus went out the window and following that was a now numb and manipulative god who allowed himself to know his lovers but never allowed them to know him. 

All of that guilt he felt for abusing his authority and refusing to see his lover’s as equals, all the shame for not living up to par with what you wanted, would’ve been for nothing. Along with the stab of knowing that you didn’t choose HIM over your ideals when he would’ve burned the world for you, was all too much. No, you couldn’t be a deity because then Apollo would never forgive you. 

He could not bear these thoughts and, for once, Apollo was glad when Caligula spoke to him as he had distracted him from the fogginess building up in his eyes.

Caligula waved his hand in the ex-god’s face, surveying him. “I’ll take the dumb look on your already idiotic face as confirmation that you’ve recognized that this is the real deal.” He turned to you, “I know how, uh… different…Apollo must look to you. Surely, it must be traumatic to come back from the dead and your once powerful and radiant lover is now pathetic, weak, and ugly. Do you believe this to be the god you once loved?”

Apollo huffed, once because he could not deny that Lester’s face was, in fact, idiotic and again because of Caligula’s question. Your eyes were good, but they weren’t that good. Unfortunately, you hadn’t been blessed with seeing beyond the mist, a trait that could’ve saved your life.                  

“You ask him a question he cannot answer. He would not recognize me in such a body—“ 

“Yes.” You cut him off and stepped closer. Apollo sucked in his bottom lip as your hands had come up to run your fingers through his hair. Oh, how he missed your touch. The way you handled him like he was a piece of glass. Then you spoke again, your voice being in that delicious and melodic tone that made heat travel up Apollo’s neck to the tips of his ears. Damn this body. 

“Although in a different body, your scent remains the same… how bizarre. Might it be your soul I smell?” You muttered, your fingers dragging down Apollo’s cheek. 

Apollo shuttered at your touch, the coolness of your finger soothing his warm face. But as much as he wanted to allow you to continue your exploration of his body, he could not shake off what you had said. “My scent—- What does that mean? — How is your nose even that good?—“

“Bravo! It appears love truly conquers all!” Caligula clapped, pulling you away from Apollo and making the ex-god frown. Something wasn’t right about you, besides being a walking corpse. Death was not his domain, but as far as Apollo was aware, coming back from the dead did not include the nose of a hellhound. 

“What did you do to him?” He asked Caligula, pinning his arms to his side as they had once again trembled. 

Caligula stared at Apollo questioningly. “What did I do?” He laughed. “You are funny, dear. This fiasco was not my idea. All I want from you is to squeeze out the final essence of godhood that’s left in that lanky vessel. If you were smart, you would’ve directed your attention to the only witch in the room.” 

Apollo’s eyes swiftly met Medea’s sadistic ones. She had silently been watching the previous conversation from the side. Gods, he was so caught up in the sight of you he had forgotten all about the Wicked Witch of the East.

“How rude of you to put me on the spot. I haven’t prepared my speech.” Medea purrs and approaches, circling around you before landing her hands on your shoulders. “On the contrary, love does not, in fact, conquer all.” She said, referring to Caligula’s earlier comment. 

“Instead, it leads people to their doom. It makes them think with their hearts and not their heads. The most powerful beings,” Apollo cursed himself for flinching after she had eyed him with a knowing look. “Have been brought down onto their knees in the name of love. As you all know, I, myself, have been a victim of this. After Jason betrayed me.” 

“I don’t understand.” Apollo interjected. “I had nothing to do with Jason’s betrayal against you.” 

“Oh, I am aware. But that is not why I brought him up.”

“You see, my heart had never bled as much as it did when I was in love. I yearned to serve Jason. To become half of his soul as his life, his goals, had become my own. I was high on that feeling. A feeling you must know well, yes?” The smile on her face was one Apollo did indeed recognize. 

A smile that did not reach one’s eyes, that was all for show to hide your true misery. He hated sympathizing with the witch, but he knew exactly what she meant. 

It seemed his face wasn’t so good at hiding his feelings either, as Madea had nodded to herself in what seemed to be satisfaction. “I needed something against you, Apollo. But what was something that would hold such great power over an ex-Olympian God? It couldn't be physical, no, that would be too merciful. I needed something, or someone, that could cause such turmoil within you that the thought of even fighting against it would cause you great sorrow.” 

“Well, isn’t that thoughtful? Putting in all that effort into destroying little ol’me.” 

She sneered, her eyes narrowing. “I studied you. Studied how I could control you, and imagine my surprise when I found out about an unclaimed lover of yours.” Her hands go to you, caressing your arms and making Apollo livid. “It seems not everything made it into the history books.”

Grime stained Apollo’s face, becoming one with the hot tears sliding down his cheeks. His hands ached as he pulled apart dirt from the ground with none other than his fingers. He could’ve called someone and ordered them to do the laboring task on their own. But he refused. He had to do this alone. He had to bury you himself. 

 No one should be able to see you, to touch you, to be around you. Not anymore. You were too sacred, too precious for this cursed world. But Apollo was selfish. He took you away from the earth, took you away from the rest of your family, just to have you rest under his domain. 

The god’s choked cries turned into loud sobs as his fingers dug deeper into the sacred dirt of Delos, shimmering gold tainting the soil. He welcomed the blood seeping from his hand; the pain was deserved. It was nothing compared to what you must’ve felt when his father had struck you down, but he needed to feel something. Anything that would compensate for the agony you went through before drawing your final breath. 

Delos, where he and Artemis were born. The land that had once been his aunt, Asteria, who had transformed herself into a floating island to get away from the advances of Zeus.  Where she provided sanctuary for his mother as she ran from the wrath of Hera on earth. This is where Apollo would bury you, a place that would now provide you sanctuary as it did for his family. A place where you could rest unbothered by the world. 

The hole was deep enough now, and Apollo had pulled himself out of it. A coffin waited for him and he involuntarily walked towards it, dragging his hand against it. The coffin had been turned from a simple block of stone to a grand piece of imagery. All along its sides had Apollo carved into it, creating depictions of milestones in your relationship. The first time you met, along with the time he revealed to you he was a god followed by the countless times he’d let you play on his lyre and of course, the first ‘I love you.’ Amongst many more. 

He was gentle with the coffin when he picked it up, moving slowly when he brought it over to the open ground. Apollo bit his lip, holding back his weeping so that he could focus on lowering you into the hole. 

It was done. You were really gone, and Apollo would never be yours again. 

“What are you doing here?” Apollo asked, his voice hoarse and his eyes bleak. He was sitting on the ground, painting a gravestone. 

Grass crunched behind him as someone approached. “You’re burying him here?” 

Apollo’s wrist kept moving, his brush creating faces on the gravestone. Still, he answered, “Cut the crap, Artemis.”

Artemis crossed her arms, frowning at her brother’s words. “I was born here too, Apollo. I have just as much right to be here as you do.” 

“You knew, didn’t you?” Apollo snapped, the brush falling from his fingers. 

“Knew what?” Artemis asked. 

“Don’t lie to me Artemis.” Apollo stood, finally facing his twin. “You knew father would kill him!” 

Artemis flinched as she caught wind of Apollo’s face, the puffiness under his eyes red and throbbing. Yet she recovered quickly, shaking Apollo’s arm away. “Don’t touch me.”

He placed his hands back onto her, gripping her in more of a desperate plea than before. “Please, sister, tell me the truth. Did you know that father would kill him?”

. “I…” she started, her chest growing heavy as she felt Apollo’s fingers shake against her. Swallowing carefully, she moved her eyes to your grave. “Yes, I knew… we all did.”

Apollo’s grip on her tightened, his eyes becoming glassy at the revelation. “Why didn’t you tell me? Were you sworn to secrecy? Is that why you didn’t tell me? Father is frightening. I understand if he forced you to swear on the River Styx—”

“He didn’t force me to do anything.” 

“What…?” 

“Oath did not bind me to not say anything to you. I simply chose not to.” Artemis stated, throwing Apollo off of her once again. Her head held high as she watched for his reaction. 

Apollo stared at her, his eyes widening in disbelief. He shook his head. “You knew how much I loved him, you knew father was going to kill him and you didn’t tell me! I don’t understand, Artemis. You are my sister, my twin, my blood. How… how could you?”

“That is exactly why! Apollo, you are my other half. We are two sides of the same coin. We might be related to the others, but their bond is not like ours. That boy was leading you to your demise. I have nothing against him, but you are who I care about most. I didn’t want to see him dead, but I didn’t want to see my brother subjected to an eternal punishment, either.” Artemis finished, her own resolve fading as she too shook at the thought of Apollo being hurt. 

Apollo’s jaw clenched. “Well, sister,” he started, malice seeping into his voice, “It seems you’ve failed anyway because a life without him is the worst punishment I could ever endure.” 

“Demigods!” Medea yelled out, bringing awareness to Meg and Jason’s presence in the room. They couldn’t speak anyway, not while they were stuck in the wind tornadoes Medea had stuck them in. “This is important. Pay attention.” 

“Delphi was a known city-state of ancient Greece. A city state where you, Apollo, were the patron god of. But the Delphi that lives in myths, the one that we know, is not the Delphi that has always been.” 

Through the corner of his eye, Apollo watched as both Meg and Jason’s expressions formed into one of confusion. 

“Once upon a time ago, Apollo betrayed Zeus. However, that’s not a surprise, that is a story that still lives. What didn’t make it, though, was the entire punishment your father had you experience. The gods said you were forced to build the gates of Troy alongside Poseidon. But what they failed to mention was the part where Zeus took everything from you. Your lover and your city. Isn’t that right?”

Apollo opened his mouth to speak, eager to defend his story. He knew where this was going and dread filled his stomach.  

Medea spoke before he could. “Oh, but that’s not even the best part! The original Delphi had its own royal family, a family that your boy-toy had been born to.” She comes to your side, raising your hand up. “Here stands the last prince of Delphi before its initial destruction. After a few years, Apollo rebuilt Delphi and got rid of all the evidence of its history. But thanks to my digging, I could uncover all of this.” 

Behind him, the Pandai were ready to lunge forward and capture Apollo as he had taken on a defensive stance against Medea. “Who told you this? The only person who knew about where I buried him was my sister.” 

Medea scoffed. “Oh, please, if you want to hide the body of your dead lover, do it somewhere that’s not your famous birthplace that everyone knows about. It was the first place I checked.” 

Apollo’s eyes ripped away from hers as blood rushed to his head. She was right, and he was an idiot to think that if someone wanted to find your body, they wouldn’t look on Delos. In his defense, it had been four thousand years since your death. 

Medea smirked at the red dusting Apollo’s cheeks. 

“Everything fell into place for me after that. You preserved his body well, I expected dust only to find that his body was enchanted to stay in good shape. It was perfect for my plan. I needed to bring him back from the dead without actually bringing him back, as I did not want to deal with Hades. He needed to be undead. I looked for spells beyond Ancient Greece and came upon the perfect solution within the dark arts—

“I’ve had enough of your talking,” Apollo sneered, glaring at the witch. “What have you turned him into?” 

“Patience.” She hissed, “I sacrificed my rarest properties along with human blood to create an elixir that would wake up this sleeping beauty. It took days to restore him to full health. But finally, when he did wake, he was radiant. No longer was he a meek mortal. His senses had heightened as he was now strong and blessed with speed, his ears picked up on sounds from miles away, and a nose made for hunting. There’s more, I'm sure of it, but he is still fresh and needs time to develop. So what did I turn him into, you ask?”

Medea sent Apollo one last wicked smile before dropping information that made the ex-god wish he was dead. 

“I have turned the long-lost Prince of Delphi into a vampire.” 

[sunny-mercya]

Sounds like a Melody

Apollo x Male Reader

Fandom -> Percy Jackson Series

Requested by -> @r0sep3tal

Masterlist | Part 1 | Related OS | Song

Give me more tragedy, more harmony and fantasy, my dear

Set it alight, we're head over heels in love

1985 was a year, where Apollo truly felt how the burning love he had for you—his husband he adored oh so much, like the stars in the night and the sunrise in the morning—was about to vanish, slowly ever so fading like a distant memory or cloud, into nothing but emptiness.

His heart aches painfully, whenever you wouldn't sleep next to him or didn't wanted to be held in his arms anymore.

All of this started, thousands years and decades ago, with the simple and innocent question of wanting Children.

You and Apollo tried many times, but when it was clear that you couldn't birth any—there had been one success, centuries ago, but Apollo didn't want to risk your fragile health again—and I mind you, the procedure of how god and goddesses giving birth is a complexity of its own—the subject was dropped quickly and you two continued to enjoy the tranquility.

Everything had been fine, till Zeus—no one was surprised—his other siblings and deities, decided to mate with humans (more and more than they had before already) and creating Half-Bloods.

This of course arose questions in you and towards Apollo, because if the other deities could do such—why couldn't he?

So after a long argument with Apollo, who assured you he would never dare to cheat on you and then you explained, that it isn't cheating when you know it from the beginning and give consent—Apollo begrudgingly agreed.

When Camp Half-Blood had been created, albeit a messy concept in the very beginning, you wanted to live in a house with enough space of garden—so that all your children could live there. Though the Children, over the years, never wanted to came or meet you, instantly hating you after they got claimed in Camp.

~~~

It was around midnight when Apollo and you, hand in hand, strolled through the empty streets of Santa Monica—a city you've come to love, when Zeus had announced that the Olymp will be moved to the USA for a scenery change.

Apollo was happy and although this could be the last time he could be with you—before you might plead to Zeus for a divorce—Apollo felt satisfied that he could get you out of the house, you once again begun to detest whenever you passed by the empty—besides the ones with Apollo, you and the handful of children which you cared for (and still do) in the early years of your marriage with Apollo—picture frames.

Apollo had hoped, foolish perhaps even, when he takes you to a nice dinner and a midnight stroll—and maybe to a swim, fully nude, showing you passion once more—that extinguished flame, which cuts through his fated heart—which is filled sorrowful with undying love and adoration for you—so slowly painfully, that there are nights where he had vomited blood, would be burning once more again, for another eternity—so high and mighty, like Greek fire.

When walking along the beach—it has to be another checked move from fate, otherwise Apollo didn't knew how to explain the next happening—passing by the few remaining couples here and there and rolling waves are an tranquility sound to the ears—there comes a song played, from a lonesome forgotten Boombox.

Around the second time, when Alphaville's song; Sounds like a Melody, had been played again—was it the beat? the lyrics? Or the melody itself? Probably all of them together—you grabbed Apollo's hand and moved with him on the sand.

Oh, mighty stars, thought Apollo as he danced with you—body close and sometimes with distance—watching how you were so carefree and joyful again, laughing wholeheartedly and singing along to the song—which is for certain on a loop.

It's like a repeat of the longing memory—during the first night, after you had finally fully recovered, where Apollo danced with you through the clouds—so gently and soft—and when you asked—meek and shy and your voice still hoarse but honey soft—Apollo just who you are exactly (and again) and when Apollo kissed you on the lips, telling you; you're [Name], his love for endless and beyond eternity—the adoration in your eyes, were sun blinding.

And during another night, after the wedding ceremony, where you moaned out Apollos name—the moon and stars being the only witness to such intimacy—full of pleasure and love filled joy—Apollo swore to himself, to never leave you alone and only bath you in a passion the deities alone could do.

Gently you took Apollo's face in your hands, looking him in the eyes. Apollo swore, no he was certain—River Stxy and the stars above sole witness—that the gleam of adoration, you once had in your (e/c) eyes—which sucked him in, like a soft spring breeze—had returned with a new arising spark.

You leaned in, near to your husband, kissing him on the lips—biting on his lower lip to ask for entrance and fighting for a dominance, neither of you wanted to lose—and tumbling down onto the sand.

Apollo had thought, year 1985 would be the final end of the flourishing love between you and him—but it isn't, it's just the beginning of a new chapter with love much stronger than ever.

Ares, Hermes, Aphrodite and Eros had taken somewhere near cover, watching you two dance and turning respectfully away—once Apollo and you passionately devoted to one another.

Ares moved along to the song and Hermes thought, how absolutely graceless and embarrassing his brother looks like—shaking his head to get such unpleasant memory out of his mind.

»See! I told you guys, that song is real magical!« said Ares proudly and albeit a bit too loud.

»Yes, I know. It was me who send such idea to the band after all.«

»Oh hush Eros, important is that [Name] and Apollo have rekindled their love, after all I quite like my brother in law and it would be such a tragic shame if they would be separated«

»Thus why we created such brilliant plan.«

»Actually,« started Hermes, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighed out in annoyance,

»the Fates and Stars would never let it happen anyways that those lovebirds are fading from one another.«

»Hermes, shut up. You're such a mood killer.« grunted Ares.

~~~

Jason always wanted to know the story of how his parents had adopted him. When Jason was little he always thought his Papa had magically conjured him or something and Jason remembers, how you looked at him all confused and questioning yourself for about two hours.

Jason knew how his younger brother Will got adopted—his dad had a heated night with Will's biological mother and once born, she had dropped Will off to his dads—but Jason wanted to know his own story now and so he asked his parents.

It had been in 1994;

Apollo laid on the couch, watching one of those Sitcoms the humans had created and in his humble opinion, he would rather watch Cartoons or cooking shows instead of this—but it's 3 in the morning and Sitcoms are the only shows which are tolerable to watch, besides the Tele-shopping at such hour.

You still hadn't got back from the small grocery shopping you wanted to do hours ago. Apollo wasn't worried, although with the heavy pouring rain and consider your fragile health—yeah, scrap that, Apollo begun to worry about you ever so slightly.

Around five in the morning, Apollo almost fully asleep—drooling just a bit—you did come home, ringing your husband out of dreamland and—when he tiredly dazed open the doors, confused and needed a few minutes to get the current situation—pushing him out of your way, while running towards your bedroom.

»Apollo! I need hot water and milk in separate bowls and ambrosia! Real quick!« you ordered at him from above the stairs.

»What for exactly?«

»Just do as I say! Fucking please!« and Apollo did what you asked him, knowing that when you curse—at him directly—it's a serious matter.

Once upstairs inside the bedroom, with the required things on a tray, Apollo saw for what you needed them.

There, in the middle of the bed—carefully surrounded by the blankets—lay a sickly and blue looking baby, not older than perhaps a few months.

»Where did you get the child?«

»I tell you later. Mix the ambrosia with the milk and then hold the bowl under my palm so I can add my blood to it.«

Apollo had many questions, but was also perplexed at the way you tell him medical instructions when he's the one with such knowledge.

»The baby looks already close to deaths door, if you give him your blood, the chance of him surviving is fatally slim.« Apollo narrowed his eyes at you, wanting to know what or who got in your head to do such decision.

»But there is a chance! And I will take it, if you like it or not. I won't let this baby, when the fates themselves had lead me to him, abandon and die, like how it happens with me. So, by Zeus, help me or fucking leave me alone.«

By now you were crying and Apollo had taken a deep breath, realising you relieving a memory which should be buried too deep to be remembered—and that there's a desperation in your current doing he couldn't decipher.

It had been hours after you have giving the baby, so small and fragile, the mixture of either possible life or death—and gentle cradling him between you and Apollo.

»Would you mind telling me now, where you found him?«

»In a alley, behinds piles of trash, after I finished grocery—oh, the bags are still in the car—and like I couldn't just let him there all by himself, but no one of the humans wanted to help, so I took him here.«

»He's mother probably abandoned him...«

»Her loss. Now the little warrior has two dads, who will cater him in endless love«

And when the first cries came, a sign that the boy had survived, Apollo and you smiled at each other.

»What should be his name, my love?«

»Jason will be his name.«

We need the ecstasy, the jealousy, the comedy of love

The ringing of your laughter, sounds like a melody

[creampie-capital]

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❝𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘧𝘵? 𝘖𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯?❞

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𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘝𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴! 𝘔𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚

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║𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬 /𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘔𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺║

❝𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦❞

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║𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘔𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺║

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘫𝘢 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭❞

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║𝘌𝘨𝘺𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘔𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺║

❝𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴. 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘌𝘨𝘺𝘱𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘴❞

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║𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦 /𝘑𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦 / 𝘒𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘔𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺║

❝𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳-𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦❞

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↳𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧.

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[sawyer-is-not-my-name]

Luke Castellan x unclaimed son of Apollo

You sat next to Luke by the fire, a frown ever so present on your face. You had been at camp for 2 years now, and your father still had yet to claim you, meaning you were still in the Hermes cabin. You couldn't help but resent the guy. Whoever he was must of been a dickhead, to keep you here feeling unwanted. You felt Luke's hand on your shoulder gently rubbing it, helping to comfort you.

" You alright?" He asked concern lacing his voice, you just frowned before getting up and heading back to the Hermes cabin. You thought maybe just maybe tonight would be the night, you'd be claimed by your godly parent, and maybe you wouldn't feel so unwanted but alas that didn't seem to be happening. You sat down on your bed, it wasn't even really your bed. It was just a spare, that wasn't taken by a claimed Hermes kid.

Frustration and anger just seemed to boil up inside of you, causing you to throw one of your notebooks. It was the one you had filled with poetry, sketches, and lyrics really anything that came to mind that was an art went there. You were almost certain of who your godly father was. Hence why you had so many skills, but part of you resented the god. Why couldn't he just claim you, he claimed so many other of his kids. Why not you?

You threw another book at the wall, you weren't really thinking any more you were just mad, and now you didn't care what of yours you threw.

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Luke cautiously approached the cabin, he could hear something being thrown but he wasn't to sure what it was. He carefully opened the door, finally seeing what had happened. You broke, tears streaming down your face, your fists clenched as you finally curled up into a ball.

"Hey, hey it's okay" Luke gently approached you, sitting on the floor, "is it okay if I touch you?" You nodded as you moved closer to him. Your head resting on his chest, "I just- I don't understand... It's obvious who my dad is, and I just... I don't understand why he claims so many of my siblings, but not me. Am I just not good enough?" Luke interrupted you "No, you are enough. I don't know why Apollo hasn't claimed you yet, but trust me you are enough." He stroked your hair lightly, as he pulled you closer to him.

He looked like he wanted to say something right as he went to open his mouth, you were claimed. Your godly parent claimed you, as if protecting you from what they might say.

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You both took a moment and then walked out of the cabin your belonging in your hand as you walked toward your new cabin the claiming still making itself evident, as if to make sure you couldn't spend more time near the Hermes cabin. You were met at the door by Lee Fletcher, who smiled at you and welcomed you in. You were met with kind smiles, no one here seemed to have a reason not to welcome you in, and it felt safe.

You hugged look, bidding him goodnight as he smiled at you. "I'm happy for you y/n" you smiled at him, before getting whisked away into the cabin. It was nice to finally get a bunk to yourself, but part of you wondered why your dad waited until that moment. What was Luke gonna say. He never even tried to say it again after that.

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It didn't hit you till a few years later, that your father had been protecting you from Luke. He knew the path you could have been lead down, and he had to prevent it however he could. And that was holding out on claiming you, and waiting until very last moment to change your fate. He knew he wasn't supposed to try and changes the fates but he had to try. He wouldn't let you go down that path.

No matter how much trouble it got him into, he still loved you. It's wasn't that you were an unwanted burden, he just had to make sure Luke didn't feel like he could speak to you about his resentment of the gods. He had to protect you from joining Luke in any way he could. Even if it made you resent him for a fraction of time. He could make up for the unwanted feeling he gave you, but he couldn't forgive himself if he let you join the wrong side.

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I actually really like this :)

[j4rhead]

hi there! do you write poly ships? for example apollo justice x klavier gavin x reader? if so could you do something like that? maybe the three of them finally getting together after pining over each other for so long? reader works with apollo! or if you don’t do poly stuff could you just do apollo? whatever works best! thank you so much! :)

i do write poly ships! the following work contains: sfw, gn reader.

you have been helping apollo out for some time now. with your knowledge on the law and the justice system and a sharp eye for details that others usually miss, you've been a very good assistant for him. always there to help out with a problem or a seemingly unsolvable case, proposing a logical way of assessing it to find a crack in the case and push through.

despite apollo being a very capable and sharp-minded lawyer himself, he always runs his cases through with you. he says it would help him get a better grasp on it given the fact that preparation time for his cases are always low for some reason. you are more than happy to help out, both because you like aiding people in need and another reason that you haven't yet entirely admitted to yourself: you like him. quite a lot.

you've been pining for him for quite some time, almost since you began working as his assistant. you did want to gather your courage and confess to him quite a few times but some things held you back. one of them being that you also felt the same affection for a certain blonde prosecutor.

of course, you've known that you're polyamorous for a while. what you don't know is if apollo and klavier are also the same. being one to almost never risk something without knowing all the facts, you can't allow yourself to confess to any of them and possibly ruin the friendship you have developed with both.

so later on, when you learn from apollo that him and klavier have entered a relationship, you feel your heart shatter in your chest. you steel your face and put on your best smile, shaking his hand in a firm grip and congratulating him with every ounce of honesty you could muster. you think to yourself that you should have known this would happen—every single court session with klavier has felt like he was in a flirting contest with apollo. you promise yourself a good cry later and try to put your attention back on the work at hand.

but apollo isn't finished. he turns back towards the door expectantly and to your shock, klavier waltzes in, looking as fine and glowing as he always does. you momentarily forget your own sadness as a smile creeps up on your face, tilting your head at him questioningly. "here to pick up your boyfriend, klavier?" you ask genuinely. you are not one to get mean and snarky when things don't go your way.

klavier flashes you a dazzling smile in answer, "nein, not exactly. me and herr forehead are here to offer- no, rather, ask something of you."

your gaze flicks between both of them and you can spot hints of nervousness in their behavior. klavier always tries to act more laid back and cool when he feels uncertain and nervous, and apollo... well, if the beads of sweat on his face and the constant fiddling with his bracelet is anything to go by, he must be more anxious than he lets on. this only makes you more curious as you nod for them to continue.

"um!" apollo shouts—another nervous habit—and then clears his throat, trying to lower his volume. "we were both wondering if, i mean, uh. me and klavier have been interested in eachother for a while, you see. but..." he trails off, then almost shouts again, "we both like you very much, too!"

you let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding. your shocked expression and lack of reply makes klavier step forward and show you a reassuring smile. "herr forehead means to say that we would very much like to have you in the relationship as well. only if that is okay with you, of course."

your expression breaks into a beaming smile, and a tiny heat rises to your face. this must be a dream! realizing that you were taking so long to reply, you hastily clear your throat and reply in a very giddy tone, "yes! i've been wanting this for a very long time, too!"

the rest of it goes in a blur, everybody's hugging eachother in a big warm group hug and then klavier suggests that he treat both of you to dinner. while you're sitting behind the restaurant table, you can't help but think that this might be the happiest day of your life.

[wisteriaiswriting]

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕪?

Words: 368

Due to a…let's say, outside person, Athena had heard a small rumor. That Apollo was dating a mortal, and she couldn’t have that. Calling for Hermes.

“Apollo is, with a mortal, and I need you to bring them here.”

“Who, Apollo or the mortal?” Sighing at their question.

“The mortal.”

***

“So…”

“You’re the mortal ‘dating’ Apollo?”

“I mean, if that's what you call him?” You had absolutely no clue what to say, one minute you were at home. More like your boyfriends, then in the next you were here. Apparently he’s an Idol, and ‘Athena’ didn’t like the thought of you two together.

“Well, I’ll make you a deal,” Raising your hand, only to be ignored. “You’ll have a week, prove yourself and I’ll allow this to keep going, if not, you’ll see.”

“But–” Suddenly pulled backwards into, who knows what. But you ended up back at ‘Apollos’ house. He just exited a room looking worried, while the Oracle only spared you a glance.

“They’re back.”

“How wou– Y/N!” Launching himself at you, holding you close as if you’d slip away again if he let go. “Where did you go? I was looking everywhere an–”

“Athena.”

“Hm?” You let him think about it, his eyes widening.

“What did she do.” The way he asked was less of a question, rather a statement. One he wanted to fact check, but not right now. Not when you needed him right now.

Not giving you a chance to turn or leave, his arms surrounded you. Tugging you closer until you were successfully trapped in a hug, taking to slightly swaying side to side.

“Can you two get a room?”

“We have, in the living room.”

“Ugh..” Slamming their head down next to the computer, resigning themselves to listening to this.

“C’mon now love, lets go rest.”

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“Athena.” His voice caught the attention of everyone around him. And while she looked unhappy she knew he knew.

“Yes Apollo?”

“Just… why, why involve someone who doesn’t need to be?” She sighed, knowing she’s done.

“Fine, all I ask now is that you keep them away from Idol business.”

“Now that I can do!” Turning on his heel, ready to comfort you again.

[thewritingginger]

From Day 3 of 7 Days of Christmas - Cumming Home for Christmas 

Posting Date: December 21, 2022

Fandom: Blood of Zeus Pairing: Apollo x M! Reader  Warnings: 18+, Modern au, Model! Apollo, Established relationship, Sexting, Phone sex, Guided masturbation, Sex toys (vibrator), Anal penetration, Oral sex (M! receiving), Rim job, (Subject to change/ added to when finished)

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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.

“Baby boy, 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 then I’d pull away just to hear you whimper. I always 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.”

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