#leonidas smut

[b3llasdears]

"big thighs"

leonidas x fem! reader with big thighs (headcanon's!)

● truth be told, this man LOVES your thighs

● Of course, he loves you completely, but those thighs are two great points

● He's having a stressful day?, expect to have him between your thighs while you read to him. For him that is the most relaxing thing in all of humanity.

● If he could be between your thighs every day he would

● Also, if you know how to fight and use your legs Sonya Blade style, he will be amazed watching you while you suffocate your opponent

● Does it turn him on to see you suffocate someone with your thighs?... probably...

● don't use it against him if you train together, he'll stay there until you realize he's not fighting back

● do you feel insecure? Prepare to be praised and massaged until you look like a tomato and you have to fight to be let go.

Now getting a little hotter...

● believe me when I tell you that you are going to end up with marks from everything that is going to be done to your poor thighs

● kissing, sucking, biting or just squeezing your thighs hard, he simply loves them too much not to play with them

● don't be surprised if he comes between your thighs at least once, he just loves using your thighs while playing with your clit

● also, he loves to feel how you press his head with your legs while eats you out

In conclusion: Leonidas is very capable of praying to your thighs

[justagirlwholikesadam]

His Queen: Nameday

A/n: This isn’t a part two to the story, His Queen but more like a little frame story. I do hope you enjoy it. If it’s liked then I’ll start thinking about actually doing part two. Enjoy! -L

Summary: After some time has passed since the birth of Leonidas, you were celebrating your nameday when you been craving Sandor’s touch.

Warning: Joffrey being Joffrey, NSFW, SFW, smut, Sandor is a sweetheart, self conscious after giving birth,we still giving Joffrey that milk of the poppy😌, pussy eating, having sex but there is a person in the room, Sandor Clegane x FEM!Reader

If you haven’t read His Queen, click on the title.

Word Count: 3.7K

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The great hall was filled with people who were invited for the celebration. It was your nameday and Joffrey had thrown a huge feast for you after having a tournament. To be honest it was mostly for him, you weren’t fond of tourneys, seeing two men fighting for no reason other than measuring their cock and seeing who’s better at fighting didn’t entertain you as it did for Joffrey. Plus it meant Sandor had to fight. You didn’t like seeing Sandor fighting. You didn’t want to see him get hurt. 

The feast was well and you gave your thanks to everyone who wished you a good nameday. You had been glancing over at Sandor who was at the entrance of the hall looking around making sure everything was safe. When he caught your eye, you bit your bottom lip. He wink at you, that was a sign. Sandor and you had made up different signs to talk to each other. Scratching the chin was a sign to meet up in the library. Two nods were a no. A wink was a yes. Biting the bottom lip was a sign to meet up tonight. 

After the birth of Leonidas you haven’t had the chance to be intimate with Sandor. You missed his touch and his lips on you. You missed the attention and his gentleness. You were so busy looking at Sandor that you didn’t realize that Joffrey, who was next to you, was talking to you. You jumped in your seat when you felt a painful pinch on your leg. You let out a wince and look over at Joffrey with a frown. You met his piercing blue eyes glaring at you. 

“Next time pay attention to me when I speak to you.” He scolded you like a child. 

“Apologies, your grace.” You said lowering your eyes to the floor. This pleases him and he lets out a sigh before repeating. 

“The maester has assured me that you are ready and healed. Tonight I’ll have you.” Your stomach dropped at his words. You have been declining Joffrey to bed him. Giving him excuses that you aren’t healed yet. Some days you tell him that you have your blood moon and he becomes disgusted.  You have gotten as far as going to the maester and telling him the same thing. Your luck just ran out.

“Very well.” You told him. You massaged your leg that he pinched under the table. You had to find a way to slip some milk of the poppy in his drink before he goes to the chambers tonight. 

Joffrey had gotten up from his seat to speak with some lord and you quickly looked over to your left to call one of your ladies in waiting. She came to you right away. Her eyes widen when you mention to her to retrieve milk of the poppy for you quickly and in secret. When she didn’t move right away, you gently held her hand. 

“The king has requested for me to bed him tonight. You know the type of man he is. I will not refuse my king but it’s the pain that I can’t endure.” 

“You should have it right away, your grace.” She said before bowing her head. Everyone knew how Joffrey was, what kind of man he is. He was a bully and downright cruel. You got used to it, the pinches, the insults and the abuse. You’re grateful that he didn’t do any such thing to your son. 

Looking ahead you looked at Sandor once more. He made everything better. He was the reason why you continue on. He gave you the most wonderful gift of all, your son. When you couldn’t be with Sandor, you stayed with your son at all times. His eyes were a reminder of him. His kind heart was another thing like Sandor. Under that cold and hard exterior was a kind man. You felt like the luckiest woman in the seven kingdoms to experience Sandor’s kindness and love. 

You looked away when your lady in waiting returned with a goblet of wine. She removed the cap of a glass vessel containing the milk of the poppy. “Everything. The whole thing.” 

“Are you certain? This will put you right to sleep.” 

“Exactly.” You told her watching her emptying the vessel into the wine behind you and away from everyone’s view. Handing you the wine, she hid the vessel between her breasts and bowed her head before leaving. 

You turned back and saw Joffrey was walking towards you. You placed it next to his goblet. 

“Celebration should end soon. Can’t wait to have you.” Joffrey said, sitting back down next to you. 

“Neither can I.” You lied through your teeth. You felt one of his hands on top of your lap. Bile started to come up your throat when his hand was going under your gown. You grabbed his wrist and leaned over at him, getting close to his face.

“Drink wine. I like the taste of it from your tongue.” You whispered to him, making him grin. You handed him the goblet of wine that contains the milk of the poppy. 

You watched as he drank it all in one gulp. 

That night you were staring at yourself in the mirror, you can hear Joffrey light snores in the back. His uncle, Jamie, dragged him into bed a few minutes ago. You had left the party to prepare yourself for Sandor and tuck Leonidas into bed early. Jamie plopped Joffrey on the bed and bid you goodnight as he left. You leaned over at Joffrey making sure he was dead asleep after Jamie left, you made sure he was. You slapped him across the face, a hard slap. You smiled when he didn’t wake up. It worked, you wouldn’t be sleeping with Joffrey tonight. 

You traced the patterns of your nightgown while looking at the mirror. You haven’t been intimate with Sandor for a while. You were nervous and self conscious. Your body had changed and you wondered if Sandor would still want you. You heard a slight rumble and looked over by the wall near the fireplace. The tapestry hung from the wall slightly moved and a hand appeared behind it. You smiled because you recognized that large hand. 

The castle of King’s Landing had many hidden secret passageways and tunnels, many didn’t know about this but Sandor did. He knew the castle like the back of his hand. He had found a passage that led straight to your bed chambers. Sandor found you smiling moving the tapestry aside, he walked inside. He saw you walking towards him. Sandor wore a white tunic shirt and black trousers. He had his sword with him in case of anything. 

“Happy nameday.” He tells you as he leans down to kiss you. You cupped his face with your hands as you deepened the kiss. 

“Thank you.” You said against his lips. You pulled away and led Sandor to the loveseat by the fireplace. Sandor sat down and opened his legs as he placed his sword near the love seat.

“I’m heavy.” You whined making him shake his head in disbelief. 

“Nonsense.” He replies as he makes you sit down on his lap. You wrapped an arm around his neck and he wrapped his arms around you. You embraced him and his warmth. You missed this, being close to him. You couldn’t do this with Joffrey. 

“The cunt is asleep?” Sandor whispered looking over his shoulder. 

“Aye.” You answered him as you kissed his cheek. “I gave him a good slap to make sure too.” Sandor chuckled at you. 

Sandor’s warm hand rubbed your back as you hugged him. He moans softly as you kiss his neck, you tugs the laces from the necklace. Your fingers immediately went to touch his chest, feeling the soft and thick chest hair. 

“I missed you.” You tell him.  

“Me too.” He told you, giving your hip a gentle squeeze. 

“I got you something.” You raise your eyebrows at Sandor. 

“You did?” You asked him happily. He nodded at you as he grabbed something from his front pocket of his trousers.

The ring looked so tiny between his fingers. It was a simple silver band with an oak leaf filigree pattern around the band. 

“It’s not much. You don’t have-.” You took the ring from his hands with a smile. 

“I love it. Thank you.” You cut him off as you gave him a kiss on his scar cheek. Sandor doesn’t say anything but has his own smile as he watches you excitedly slide the ring down with your index finger, it fitted perfectly. He knew it would, he had tied a string around your finger while you were dozing off the last time he was with you. 

You showed Sandor the ring and his smile grew big. You showered him with kisses on his face. “It’s beautiful.” 

You kept admiring the ring, not noticing that Sandor was staring at you with such admiration. 

“You’re beautiful. Breathtaking.” You looked over at him with a small smile blushing really hard. Sandor cups your cheek, he pulls you in for another kiss. He leans his forehead against yours to catch his breath. 

“Take me to bed.” You tell him as you playfully pull on his grown beard. 

You let out a squeal when Sandor gathered you in his arms and got up from the loveseat. With one arm around your lower back and the other in the crook of your knees. Sandor carefully carried you to the bed, his eyes darted to Joffrey then back at you. He knew Joffrey was asleep but he still was a bit nervous. He didn't want to know, he didn't even want to think what would happen if Joffrey caught him and you. He worried for your safety and Leonidas. 

Sandor laid you down on your spot, he was glad that the bed was big. Enough room for three people. Sandor knelt between your legs as he took his shirt off, throwing it aside. You loved watching his muscles flex every time he did that. You grabbed a hold of one of his big arms pulling him towards you. You lean up to meet his lips. Sandor couldn’t stop touching you, your legs, your hips when he touched your stomach he felt you tensed up. He frowns but ignores it, he pulls away to kiss your neck down your chest. He goes to help you get rid of the gown when you tell him to stop. 

“I want to leave it on.” Sandor pulls away and looks down at you. 

“Did he hurt you again?” He asked worriedly, his hands began to clench. He had seen the bruises on your body before.  You shook your head and decided to tell him the truth. 

“My body his changed, Sandor. I’m not what I used to look like.” He notices you looking away from his gaze. 

“I don’t care what your body looks like. You had a babe, my babe. Your body should be worshiped everyday.” You felt like crying at his words and he noticed it. He leans over you. 

“You don’t have to take it off. I won’t force you.” He tells you. “I would like to see your body. I want to kiss every single part of it.” 

You never shy away from Sandor before. You knew he wasn’t lying. Sandor wasn’t the type to lie, he would say it straight to your face, the good and the bad . “Help me.” You ask him. He helps you sit up and grab the bottom of the sleeping gown as you raise your arm up. 

You look like an angel he thinks as you laid back down, he immediately leans over you, his mouth goes to your chest. Kissing it, savoring your skin. You moan as you feel his tongue dragging down on your sternum, his hand laches on your breast. While the other has his mouth on. Sandor’s cock grew hard, your body indeed changed and he loved it. You were more sensitive, you moaned as he sucked on your nipple. You were fuller, as his hands went down, he squeezed your hips. You threw your head back when Sandor continued to make his way down kissing your tummy. 

“There’s that pretty cunt I missed so much.” He says when he’s between your legs. You look down at him and smile as he kisses your inner thighs. Biting your bottom lip when he looks at you. 

“She missed me?” Sandor asked and you nodded. 

He kisses your mound, enjoying the scent of your musk. He curses under his breath when he feels you're already wet. He drives his face into your cunt. His tongue licking your slit. You cry out when his nose hits your clit as he eats you out. Sandor is practically growing like an animal as he eats your pussy. He hooked his arms under your legs parting them wider so he could bury his face against your pussy. 

You cry out his name when Sandor slowly licks your entrance. Sandor was breathing heavily, he had to catch his breath for a moment. His face is wet with your slick, it’s coated on his beard. He kisses your throbbing clit as he breathes. He brings one of his hands to part your plump and soaked lips so he has better access to your clit. Sandor dips his finger inside of you slowly, he doesn’t want to hurt. He wants to get you ready for his cock. 

He smirks when you curse as he slowly adds another. His cock twitches when he feels your spongy sweet spot.  He rubs your clit with his fat thumb as he watches you arch your back. 

With your head thrown back and eyes closed you were feeling you were going to explode. It’s been a while since you had cum. Opening your eyes, you turned your head to the right, you saw Joffrey next to you. You had forgotten all about the blonde. He was still sound asleep, he had his face turned to you. You couldn't help but grow more aroused by this. Joffrey is sleeping next to you while Sandor is eating and fingering your cunt. You thought about what would have happened if he saw his wife, the queen getting eaten out by his rugged guard. 

“You’re close. I feel it. Cum now.” Sandor tells you as he rubs harder on your clit. Him demanding you was what sent you off. You came hard on his hand while staring at Joffrey. Sandor smiles as he licks your cum off his fingers. He gives kitten lick to your cunt enjoying as you twitch under him. 

Sandor stares at you as you catch your breath. He gets out of the bed and takes his boots out along with his trousers. “Fuck.” He moans to himself at the sight of your cunt as he gets on the bed between your legs. 

“Let me return the favor.” You said with a smile but Sandor pushes your legs apart so he fits in between them. 

“Another day. I need you now.” You continue to look up at Sandor as he traced your bottom lip with his index finger. Your brows knit together in confusion when he didn't say anything. He kept staring at you, he noticed your expression. 

“This is the only time that I get to see your face up close. Your pretty face.” Sandor takes notes of your face. Your brows, your nose, your lips and your eyes. He admires you and he feels like his heart is jumping out of his chest by the way you look up at him. You grabbed a hold of his wrist and brought the palm of his hand to your lips, kissing it. 

He says your name before leaning down to kiss you, your legs wrap around his waist. You let out a whine when he feels him slowly sliding himself in of you, stretching you wide open. He feels your nails digging his back when he starts thrusting in and out of you slowly, he kisses you to cover your moans. As much he wanted to hear you cry out for his cock, both of you had to keep quiet.

It’s hard for you to keep quiet, you couldn't not when his girthy cock is splitting you open. He fills you so much it's hard to contain the moan. His fat head's tapping against your womb and you feel your arousal sliding down to your ass every time he thrusted out of you. Sandor bites his bottom lip to the point he breaks the skin, he licks his bottom bloody lip. The taste of copper and your tight cunt around his cock was becoming too much. He’s on you, hiding his face between your neck and shoulder as he ruts deep into you. The bed is creaking every time he thrust inside you, you're left out of breath every time he slams inside of you. 

Sandor groans when he feels your wall tighten around him, he grinds his hips into circles making you cry out in pleasure. The sound of his heavy balls hitting against your ass, the sound of his breathy moans against your neck. 

“Want you to have my babe again.” Sandor tells you against his neck. You wrap your arms around his shoulder holding on for dear life. 

“Heard what the maester said to Joffrey. You're mine. You're all mine. Only having my babes.” You let out a whine when Sandor pounded into you with a grunt. 

“Mine, pretty queen is all mine.” Sandor curls the bedsheet under both of you, in his fist as he feels you cuming on his dick. 

“Came all over my cock because I said you were mine.” You nodded, not able to speak as you kept holding onto Sandor. You knew Sandor was near, his thrusts were slowing down. You wanted him to cum just like you did. You wanted to make him feel good. 

“Give me another babe.” Sandor whines to you. “I want another babe. Your babe.” You cry out to him.

“I only want to have your kids. No one else.” Something snaps into Sandor’s and his thrusts turn erratic. He’s panting heavily now as he fucks you harder. He's going to give you another kid. He’s going to put a child inside of you because he’s yours and you’re his. He looks at you as he continues. You have teary eyes and you're moaning his name out.  

“Ah-h fuck-fuck.” Sandor cries out as he cums deep inside your womb filling you up. You let out a deep breath when he completely drops his weight on you. He was about to move when you wrapped your limbs tighter around him. You didn’t want him to leave yet, you wanted him inside of you forever. 

It was a few minutes and he still remained inside of you. You had begun to rub your hands up and down his back, he’s practically purring when you lightly scratched his back. You can feel the scars on his face against your neck, you didn’t mind one bit. You call out his name softly and he looks at you. 

He shuts his eyes when you start to kiss his face, kissing each inch of it. You even kissed his bushy beard. Both of you knew time was ticking, as much both of you wanted to stay together for the entire night. It is impossible. Joffrey might walk up or someone might come in. Sandor notices you’re drifting off. He pushes himself up and kisses you just like you had done with him. He’s so gentle with the kisses. 

Sandor is stalling, he knew he was. He should have gotten dressed by now and on his way to his own chambers but he couldn’t. You had just milked his cock dry, you looked so beautiful under him. He doesn’t say goodbye to you, you feel asleep the moment he removes himself from you. He’s standing by your side naked as he brings the sheets and blankets up to your body. Covering you and tucking you into bed. 

He gives you one last look before quickly getting dressed and walking towards the loveseat to get his sword. He looks over at the bed to see you and Joffrey sleeping. 

You don't remember when you fell asleep in his arms but you woke up by the sound of Joffrey's voice. You quickly remember that you had forgotten about Joffrey’s clothes when you woke up and looked over at Joffrey. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw he was naked like you, Sandor must have done it before he left. Joffrey was sitting up rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands. He was groaning and moaning about having a headache. 

“I shall have the servants get a maester.” You told him softly. You were about to get up when Joffrey leaned over you. Pushing you back down on the bed, Joffrey shook his head. 

“Did we?” You nodded at his question. He seemed happy about it and leaned down next to you, prop up with one arm on the bed. 

“Mother has been pestering me about another child. Lay down and don't let my cum escape.” He looks over at you and pulls the sheet down exposing your breasts. He stares at the love bites with a smirk like he was proud of his work. If he only knew. You were going to cover yourself when Joffrey removed the sheets completely off making you gasp. 

“Hold still.” He commands you. You obeyed him, you didn't feel like getting hit this early in the morning. You tensed up when you felt one of his hands go between your legs. 

He feels the aftermath of your love making with Sandor. Sandor’s thick cum is dripping out of you. Joffrey nods and you bite the inside of your cheek as he rubs your outer lips with Sandor’s and your cum. Your eyes widen when he puts his fingers in his mouth, licking it clean. 

“We taste good together.” He tells you before getting up from the bed to get his robe to start his day

“We do, your grace.” You said as you looked up at the ceiling tugging on the sheets to cover yourself. 

[rileyslibrary]

if reqs r closed pls ignore this sorry im genuinely so blind so idk if u were taking them rn, but can i request “the captain will have to get involved pretty soon” situation from that fic where a new lieutenant joins, overall just like a part 2 where price does have to get involved 😭😭 like ghost is just so annoyed with this man

Hey reader! 🍫 No need to worry; I don’t have a “policy” on requests apart from the nsfw thingy (i don’t know how to write smut). Whatever comes, I accept it wholeheartedly! :)

Synopsis: Ghost and the new Lt. get in a fight. Price handles the situation accordingly and nobody is happy.

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader, Captain John Price

Word Count: 1,112

Notes:

For those who haven’t read Part 1, here it is.

Lots of swearing and mentions of physical injuries. Other than that, it’s fluff.

Want more?

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Yup. Unfortunately, the Captain had to get involved in the end.

Not just him, though; an entire room full of trained soldiers had to jump in and separate Ghost from almost strangling Lt. Wilson, or “Mr Toothless,” as he often referred to him.

Why “Mr Toothless”, you may ask? Well, Ghost decided to baptize the new lieutenant with that nickname for a couple of reasons. 

First, he took your comment about Wilson’s fake teeth to heart. “If they’re fake,” he reasoned, “that means the fucker is already toothless and wears veneers to cover ’em up.”

And when you told him that’s not true since some people undergo cosmetic surgery to improve something they might have suffered an injury from, Ghost came up with his second reason as to why the new lieutenant is—or rather will be—toothless.

“Might have suffered an injury?” He contemplated. “Well, he’s about to suffer another one when I knock them out again.”

So, it was either “Mr. Toothless over there” or “Mr. Future Toothless one again.” Whatever the case, Ghost never called him by his real name, which started to piss off Lt. Wilson a whole lot. And that’s how it all escalated.

The breaking point came while at the briefing room, with Price at the head of the table and the two lieutenants seated across from each other. The rest of the team was strategically scattered around, avoiding being too close to Riley or Wilson. They were like furnaces, ready to burst at any time and burn you along with them, so you all figured it was best to stay as far away from them as possible.

Price was dividing the teams for the new mission: Team Alpha (Ghost’s Team) had to reach the target’s point by air, while Team Bravo (Wilson’s Team) would travel by land. The tipping point was when Price absentmindedly assigned you to Wilson’s team. Being Ghost’s Achilles’ heel, you were enough to light up a spark in the furnace. Wilson, on the other hand, was, in fact, a motherfucker. He knew that you, being assigned to his team, would piss Ghost off, so he turned towards you and winked upon hearing your name.

“Awesome,” he said, “doll’s with me.”

“Call them a doll again,” Ghost replied, “and I’ll make you as shiny and smooth as a Ken.” A threat that seemed nonsensical then but became clearer over time. And it wasn’t funny at all. See, Ken dolls lack organs, including a brain, heart, and, as Ghost hinted, a certain... anatomical feature.

And, as you stand in front of Ghost at Price’s office, tending to his cut lip and bruised eye, questions swirl in your mind. First and foremost, why is Ghost so obsessed with Lt. Wilson’s bones and limps? How was he planning to execute such a horrendous action? And how did he manage to leap onto the table and kick Wilson in the face like Leonidas did in the movie “300”?

“You fucked up big time, Simon,” Price warns Ghost as he paces around the room with his hands on his waist.

“He started it,” Ghost retorts.

“No,” Price shouts, running towards Ghost and inching away from his bruised-up face, “you landed the first kick, and then things escalated faster than a wildfire in a dry forest.”

Ghost sighs. “How is he?” He asks.

You look at him, shocked. This guy amazes you. All he wanted was to kick Wilson right in the face, and now he’s worried about his health.

“He is fucked; that’s how he is,” Price replies, “and you’re fucked too.”

“What’ll happen now?” Ghost asks

Price lets out a sharp chuckle. Not one of entertainment, for sure. Something that hints you’re both about to find out.

“I’m relieving Lt. Wilson of his duties in the field and relocating him to another position,” the Captain announces.

“Good,” Ghost replies. “At least he’ll be out of my business for a while.”

“Oh, on the contrary brother,” Price smirks, “he’ll be all up in your business now.”

You stop treating Ghost’s wound and turn to Price. “W-where exactly are you relocating, Lt. Wilson, Captain?” You ask, confused.

Price approaches you and wraps an arm around your shoulder, now both facing Ghost.

“I’m putting Wilson in the same office as you two,” Price says, smiling. “That is until you and him sort out your… issues.”

Ghost doesn’t react. He stretches his neck while looking at Price.

“You think I wouldn’t find out what the apple of discord was?” Price whispers at Ghost, “You and him either become best friends, or you’re both out.” He says. He removes his hand from your shoulder, adjusts his hat, nods at you, and walks out of the room.

You turn towards Ghost, who’s now leaning on his legs, looking at the floor.

“Look at me,” you command, “I still need to patch that lip of yours.”

He obeys and looks up. You sigh. As much as you trust Price and his strategic decision to put the three of you in the same room, you fear that the ball is now in your field. Juggling Ghost’s outbursts was something you learned to handle with skill and prowess. But including Lt. Harris in the equation is like putting two starving lions in a cage with an antelope.

“Why?” You ask, as you treat his bottom lip, “Why act so stupidly when you know it is you that I fancy?”

He looks away and shrugs. “He called you a doll.”

“And look where we are now, Simon,” you say. “Price gave you your last chance, and we get to have Mr Toothless with us at the office.”

“Won’t be an office anymore, love,” he mutters, “it’ll be a dollhouse full of Barbie and Ken dolls.”

You smile and lift his chin up with your fingers. “So, if I’m Barbie and he’s Ken,” you say, bringing your face closer to his, “who are you?”

“Oh, I’m Action Man, love.” He says and tries to wink with a swollen, already shut, black eye.

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Part 3 ->

[telvess]

RoR: How they seek attention (Hades, Jack, Leonidas)🔞

I don't know how title it. I don't know why I wrote this in such form.

Hades

He’d give you smut to read. No kidding. He just leaves it at the dressing table for you. He then continues his daily routine, effectively pretending nothing happened.

At the end of the day, when you take a bait and read in his presence, Hades watches you from his safe spot (where he drinks wine or plays chess with his parrot). He is looking for any sign that you'd reached the right moment in the plot.

Once you give yourself away, he drops what he is currently doing and quietly joins you on the couch. He puts his arm around you and slowly massages your waist. At this point you already know what’s going on and he knows you know.

— What are you reading, my queen? — he asked with a smile, indifferently. — The interesting part — you replied. You didn’t want to give him a smile yet so you continued to stare at the book, even if content stopped interesting you. — Hmm… would you dare read this out loud? — his lips next to your ear made you shiver. What a sly husband you had. — As his hand slowly moved towards the inside of her thighs, his lips closed hers in a steamy kiss that took her breath away. His tongue made its way inside and explore a new place in wild, intense dance-e… — you stopped. Hades began leaving small kisses on your temple. His finger was caressing your jaw when other hand started to undoing your dress. You felt little buzz on your back from this barely perceptible touch. As the straps of your dress slipped down, a cool breeze on exposed skin made you blush. You hoped you could hide behind curtain of hair but Hades - as if he reading your thoughts - immediately tucked your hair behind your ear. — What’s next? — he asked calmly. He leaned down to give your naked neck kisses. You took a deep breath and looked at the book with trembling hand. You couldn’t remember where you finished reading, nor did you care what was happening there anymore, so you started reading a random paragraph. — Warmth risen under her belly, between legs, where his hand was heading… — Hades gave you a hickey which made you moan — She felt something was growing there and demanded to be satisfied… — you stopped and looked at him — Are you proud of yourself? — you asked but he didn’t give you any answer; his lips didn’t leave your neck. — You should be… — you whispered. You melted under the touch of his lips. The book fell off the couch, but neither of you cared about that poor written work anymore. — You know that you could just ask — you said, forcing him to look at you. Hades smiled. — Yes, but what a waste that would be. You should read to me more, my queen.

Jack

Jack probably doesn’t have high sex drive or he is very good at ignoring it. Of course everyone has their limits and Jack isn’t exception from this rule. If you don’t initiate any intimacy events for a longer time, at some point Jack’s will would crumble.

He has no idea how to suggest those kind of activities, he considers it inappropriate for a gentleman. Which probably leads to sudden loss of control.

You were sitting next to Jack in the arbour, enjoying good tea and cookies together. All your attention was focused on the book Jack had chosen for you. You weren’t very familiar with Shakespeare’s work but didn’t mind changing that. It required a lot of dedication from you because you had a trouble understanding some parts. Therefore, the process took much longer. You heard the sound of a spoon falling, but you didn’t take your mind off the book. Jack pushed away his chair, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw his head disappear under the table. You read long monologue, repeated it for better understanding but something was wrong. You frowned as you realized that Jack had frozen in a bent position. You took a better look at his face and followed his gaze, which led to your legs. Oh…, you thought. Usually you preferred to wear pants but today you chose a dress. It ended right below the knee and now that you were sitting cross-legged, Jack probably had a very good view of your legs covered with fishnet stockings. — Jack… — you said softly. Jack flinched; he came back to reality… wherever he was, and sat up straight. In your opinion, too rigidly. Your gaze fell to the floor again. — Spoon… — you mumbled and leaned down to pick it up. Apparently Jack hadn't quite recovered from his reverie because he did exactly the same thing and you two bumped heads. — Ouch! — My apologies, dearest — Jack said immediately. — No, it’s my fault… Your eyes met and suddenly Jack’s lips were on yours. You moaned with surprise, but deepened the kiss. You slowly straightened up without interrupting. Jack hands came around you, his fingers tightened on a dress as his tongue slipped between yours lips. Some sensation was born between your legs. You didn’t know when or how, but suddenly you felt his hand on your tight, his touch was leaving burning trace on your naked skin. All you could’ve thought about was his button shirt and how you wanted to rip it off. Before that could happen, you two separated, gasping for air. You looked away, feeling all the intense heat on your face. — This was not gentlemanly behaviour — you heard. You licked your lips. — Will I become less of a lady in your eyes if I say I liked it? Jack’s eyes brightened. — Not at all — was his answer. — Then let’s continue — you said with a smile.

Leonidas

Straight to the point. Why waste precious time for talking?

Sometimes though for some reason he likes to let things piss you off. He likes when you’re angry, it turns him on.

Leonidas was supposed to supervise your javelin throw training but instead he was reading another dull book. You threw javelin after javelin and none of them stuck in the ground. Frustration was slowly building in your chest as you hadn’t made progress in the last half hour. — Ugh! — Keep throwing, hon — you rolled your eyes. — Are you sure I am doing it right? — you asked through gritted teeth. — Yup — was his reply however from the tone of his voice you could tell that he was more concerned about his stupid book than your training. You took breathe in and out. He did it on purpose, didn’t he? Fine, two can play this game! You grabbed another javelin and tried again. Then repeat, then again, again and again. Calm and methodical. Until, out of the corner of your eye, you saw how impatiently Leonidas began to turn the pages. Until you felt his irritated gaze on your back and you almost gave yourself away. How easy it was to turn tables around. — Hon, wanna have some fun? — he asked finally, after abour fifteen minutes of silence and many javelins later. — You mean like boxing? — you asked innocently. Leonidas glanced at you over his book, which could basically shut anyone up. — I could do that with my men. I meant fun. You froze with javelin above your head. — Well technically you can do that with your men too — you sent the javelin flying, but the result was the same: it rolled along the ground. Pathetic. You flinched at the sudden creaking sound. — Look what a smartass we have here — Leonidas quickly moved towards you. You watched silently as he picked up two javelins from the ground, took the proper stance, and threw one of them. A javelin stuck in the ground like a strange flag many meters away. — I told you, put some strength into it! — Leonidas shouted at you as he placed a new javelin in your hand. He helped you take a correct stance, you felt his irritation but decided not to tease him yet — Eh, these weak arms of yours… Something has snapped inside you. You broke free from his grip. — We will see how you gonna cry under these weak arms of mine later, you jackass! — you yelled. The anger you felt earlier escalated to much greater size now. Leonidas smirked at your much smaller figure. His shirt tightened dangerously on his wide, muscled chest as if it were about to tear. — Oh, is the princess mad? — he mocked. — Piss off! You turned your back on him, otherwise you could have killed him on the spot. However, before you could leave, you felt a grip on your hand and a moment later you were pulled towards Leonidas. He picked you up and kissed without hesitation. You gasped with resentment at that audacity and began punching his chest. You felt him trying not to smile. The tight grip of Leonidas's arms around you didn't weaken for some time. — Now that’s the kind of fun I was looking for — he said once you had stopped. The kiss took your breath away but pride still demanded justice. You just looked at his smug face and tried to overcome your body's stupid excitement. — Let's take this elsewhere — he said. — Don’t you dare… NO! — you screamed as he threw you over his shoulder. — Screw you!

[micah-drew]

Flame | ApoLeo

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CW: May be ooc for some characters, kinda spicy? ApoLeo

I can’t write smut to save my life, so enjoy this instead!

(Wonderful art by Syugyout on Twitter!)

Gentle orange and yellow flames danced around in the lantern, brightening the dim tent up with its powerful light. The flames crackled, attempting to escape out of the gold and glass enclosure as the light grew brighter and larger. Though that was put to an end, with a simple snap of the gods fingers.

The flames inside the lantern quieted down, allowing for Apollo to hear the quiet breathing of the rebel king next to him.

It was peaceful at night in Valhalla.

There were no worries to be had, and no dangers to spring out nowhere whenever things got too comfortable.

Of course, that didn’t mean much to Apollo. After all, he was a god, even if there was any sense of danger, he’d be able to handle whatever it may be with a flick of his wrist. To a god, it may have been nothing.

But to a human, it was peace. A sense of comfort they may have never had in their mortal lives. That shown through with the Spartan army, especially. The men were able to sleep peacefully, not having to worry about suddenly being attacked during the middle of the night. It was a peace they had wanted, and something that could only occur after their mortal lives ended.

There would no longer be sleepless nights, filled with anxiety and dread as they waited for an oncoming attack, or a wild animal stalking the men. No, there would only be peace.

The god had seen it first hand, over and over again by the same man. The strongest rebel in history, King Leonidas, who was currently sound asleep next to Apollo.

His mortal life was one that was full of fighting and war, and his flame was snuffed out by arrows in Thermopylae. Even then, his mortal body didn’t know peace. It had been taken by the Persians and destroyed, only for his bones to be returned to Sparta forty years after his demise.

And yet, he was able to find peace in Valhalla.

That peace was with his men, and a certain sun god. The same god he had swore to destroy, his former enemy, was now his lover.

Apollo hadn’t expected it either, going into their round of Ragnarok. The god and human were both ready to earn a win for their respective sides, bring said side closer to a final victory…that same victory that would decide humanity’s fate.

Though in the end, both had given the entire fight their all. They had fought with their entire souls, including Geirölul, the Valkyrie Leonidas had performed the Völundr with.

The gods had won another match, but despite that, Apollo had seen how truly beautiful Leonidas and his Valkyrie were. Both inside and out, refusing to give up even when faced up against a god.

Leonidas, in Apollo’s eyes, was a true definition of beauty.

That was perhaps why the god had fell in love with him.

It was far from an easy challenge, and what seemed pointless attempts eventually paid off. What seemed like a dying flame had suddenly burst forth, revealing that his attempts were nothing short of fueling the fire that laid deep in Leonidas’ soul.

And because of that flame, Leonidas was currently asleep next to the sun god. His breathing was quiet and gentle, his chest rising and falling in a simplistic rhythm.

Apollo had been watching the sleeping king, golden eyes scanning over single feature the man had to offer.

How his brow furrowed whenever things got over a certain decibel, or how his calloused hands were wrapped so tightly around the gods waist. Despite being in Valhalla, memories of war always seemed to flash through the kings mind, and the way he held Apollo whenever the two slept next to each other was nothing short of protective.

Usually their sleeping position would be more comfortable, though the god found himself restless that night. Perhaps staring at his former enemy for so long had done that to him.

The sleeping man put him under a spell, and it was one he was unable to break free of.

Not that Apollo would complain, because it gave him the chances to do whatever he wanted as the other slept.

His fingertips gently danced over the small of Leonidas’s back, tracing over the scars that were left in his skin by his enemies. Men that wanted to destroy him, and paid the price for it.

The god went silent when he felt the king shuddered slightly once he touched him. That delayed him for a moment, but he continued on once Leonidas went still once more.

Apollo’s fingers slowly trailed upward along the man’s spine, and then eventually stopping at the nape of his neck. He pursed his lips together, golden eyes scanning over the kings sleeping figure before an idea popped into his mind.

The god of the sun wiggled his way out of Leonidas’ arms, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to the kings collarbone. He waited for a respond, and upon receiving nothing, he continued. Kiss after kiss was left around, from the mortals collarbone to his neck, and then on his lower jaw.

The silvery beard scratched against Apollo, though he obviously didn’t mind. As nights together, some sleepless and some not, had gotten him used to the others facial hair. It tickled against his skin, and it made his lover look even more handsome.

While he left kisses everywhere, his hand slowly trialed up to Leonidas’ hair which was still tied up from a day of training. His slender fingers eventually found the tie and took it out of the man’s hair, letting the soft, silvery white strands fall down. He ran his fingers through his hair before retracting his hand, and placing it next to him.

Leonidas hadn’t stirred, only shuddering slightly under the gods warm touch.

Apollo’s lips quirked up in a smile, and he dove back down to continued showering his sleeping lover in kisses.

He started back at Leonidas’ face, pressing a few quick kisses against his forehead and cheeks, and then moving to his jaw. He left behind a flurry of affection, and he still wasn’t done. At least, he hadn’t planned to be done until his assault was stopped by a calloused palm covered his mouth.

“Stop it…go to sleep…” Leonidas grumbled shortly after, pulling his hand away and moving his arm instinctively around Apollo’s waist. He grunted, pulling the god down with ease and holding him close.

Apollo hadn’t even attempted to fight back, a soft pout now on his lips after he was stopped. He looked toward Leonidas, who’s eyes were still closed, before he used his free hand and quickly moved it to the back of the kings neck. He managed to pull himself close, leaving an attack of kisses to Leonidas’ neck.

With that though, the kings eyes snapped open and he stared at the sun god with blurry vision. He pushed himself up on his side, keeping one arm around the gods waist and moving to hover over top of him.

But that too was quickly put to an end, with Apollo placing his hand on the kings broad chest, and hooking his leg behind the others thigh. With a simple push, and his godly strength, he quickly switched their positions. Though, the god was now straddling Leonidas’ waist, both hands on his hips.

“Shiny brat…not letting me get some deserved beauty sleep…”

Apollo blinked, letting out a soft chuckle underneath as he leaned forward and placed his hands on the man’s stomach. His fingertips trailed over the outline of his muscle, eventually stopping and resting his palms near his abdomen.

“I was only showing you my affections, my love. Did you not enjoy them?” The god asked with a fake pout. It was obvious he was teasing the other, and he was happy when he received an eye roll in return.

“I’d enjoy them more if you let me sleep, and then we can continue in the morning.”

Leonidas yawned, turning his head away, yet moving his arms around Apollo’s waist and holding him in place. One thumb rested at his hip and rubbed circles into the soft skin, while the other hand squeezed gently.

“But I’ll be called away by my half-brothers, I’m sure of it. Another meeting, another problem my father created…” Apollo huffed softly, gently digging his fingertips into Leonidas’ sides.

The king only stared at him, a tired and deadpan expression on his face. His eyes narrowed, yet a slight smirk was on his lips.

“You’ve survived before, now go to bed…”

Leonidas shifted a bit, going to lift Apollo off of him. Though, that only made the god hold on tighter, and shift a bit forward. He huffed once more, pressing him down further against the kings stomach, which got him a groan in return.

“Fucking…come on, seriously…?” The king muttered, softly hissing under his breath before glancing back up toward the god. The god of the sun only titled his head innocently to the side, grinning in return.

“What did I do, hm?”

“You know damn well what you did, you shitty prick…” Leonidas frowned, sitting himself up slightly. Apollo remained in the kings lap, though felt something poking ever so slightly against his thigh. A small flame came to life inside of the gods chest, and he found himself smiling.

“You’re so cold…” The god tutted playfully, wrapping his arms around Leonidas’ neck and pressing himself closer. He earned a groan in response, which caused him to smile wider.

It had not been his intention for the night, far from it, and yet he couldn’t help but feel somewhat excited. The prior flame now danced in his stomach and chest, making him feel even warmer than before.

“You’re such a brat sometimes.”

Apollo gave a tilt of his head, shifting slightly as he leaned himself forward. His lips were next to Leonidas’ ear, and before he could do anything, his lips were captured in a kiss.

If Leonidas was like fire, then so were his kisses. It left the god of the sun feel as if he were on fire, his inside tingling as the flame burst inside of him and grew brighter and brighter. It burned, and yet it pushed him to continue.

He only pulled away from the kiss when he thought he saw Leonidas getting dizzy. Apollo let out a soft chuckle, which only received him a glare in return.

“Do you want me to apologize?” He pressed himself down, sending another groan in response.

“I want you to fix it.”

“…very well.”

Apollo grinned softly, bringing Leonidas into another kiss and holding him close. Arms looped around his neck, and his legs wrapped around Leonidas’ waist. He had the man captured in his arms, and his heart.

His heart beat loudly in his chest, every second a new voice telling him to go forward.

He burned all over, fingertips gently grazing over the back of Leonidas’ neck, before trailing down his chest. Apollo smiled to himself, letting out a gentle hum before he reached back up and quickly cupped the kings cheek.

No words were exchanged, only looks.

Leonidas’ eyes seemed to brighten once the god looked at him. His gaze almost softened, before he quickly recomposed himself. A hand squeezed the gods waist, and Apollo responded instead with a kiss.

Burning fingertips brushed over the kings scarred skin, finding every crevice possibly and leaving his fiery touch there. Every time he found a new spot, he felt the human kind shudder underneath him. Apollo smiled into the kiss, holding Leonidas close to him before he pulled away and pushed the man down onto his back.

“You…are so beautiful,” the god whispered, eventually leaning down and capturing the king into the another kiss, his other hand trailing down somewhere more private in the process.

The only thing heard from the tent that night were the groans of a god and a king, and the soft crackling of a flame, fighting to break free of its glass cage.

[swallowtailcherry]

I'm swallowtailcherry, but you can call me Myrisan or whatever suits you. (Requests closed for now!! Character limit is 5)

I'm open for roleplay! (Note: Anything I say is purely part of roleplay and shouldn't be taken seriously at all! Also, I'll use my persona for it, who is basically me.)

I'm down bad for;

Buddha

Hades

Qin Shi Huang

Nikola Tesla

Hades

Thor

Anubis

Kokushibo

Muzan Kibutsuji

Other Blog/s:

@yandere-swallowtailcherry

@swallowtail-art (Yes, I have an art blog.)

Series I'll write for:

Record of Ragnarok

Demon Slayer

Twisted Wonderland

Jujutsu Kaisen

SWWSDJ

Series I MIGHT write for:

Tokyo Revengers (I'm interested in it and I may read the manga at some point)

What I write-

Acceptable-

Normal

Fluff

Limes

Smut

Love triangles

Unacceptable-

Yanderes (That's for my Yandere blog!!)

Any form of abuse

Scat/watersports (disgusts me)

Incest/pseudocest (ain't my thing)

Please don't request 18+ stuff with an underaged character. It makes me uncomfortable writing that.

Oc reader (I'm scared I may fuck up the oc)

Who I write for-

RECORD OF RAGNAROK

Gods-

Thor

Poseidon

Loki

Buddha

Odin (I decided to write him)

Hermes

Heracles/Hercules

Shiva

Hades

Beelzebub

Lucifer (yes I'm adding him because I love him!)(I know he's an angel but he counts as a deity!)

Aphrodite

Apollo (I am ready to take this man on)

Anubis

Susano no Mikoto

Human fighters-

Qin Shi Huang

Adam

Jack the Ripper

Lu Bu

Michel Nostradamus

Nikola Tesla

Kintoki Sakata

Leonidas

KIMETSU NO YAIBA

Demon Slayers-

Giyuu Tomioka

Shinobu Kocho

Uzui Tengen (+His wives)

Kyojuro Rengoku

Muichiro Tokito

Tanjiro Kamado

Nezuko Kamado

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Inosuke Hashibira

Yoriichi Tsugikuni

Demons

Muzan Kibutsuji

Douma

Akaza/Hakuji

Enmu

Kokushibo

Rui (don't judge me I love them!)

Daki/Gyutaro (A bit hesitant on them, but I do like them)

Record of Ragnarok Masterlist

Kimetsu no yaiba masterlist

[chaotic-kitty]

~ON INDEFINITE HIATUS~

Requests: Closed For Now :)

Started: 17.04.22

Last Updated: 30.03.23

Total Works: 32

Works In Progress: 2

Current Requests: n/a

Key:

Fluff🧸

Spice/NSFW🌶

Angst⛓

Heavy Topic (Character Death, ect)💀

Crack/Humor💅🏻

Unrated🌸

Fandoms I Write For:

Fictif | The Arcana | Obey Me!

FTLOG NSFW Headcanons 🌶

FTLOG Domestic Headcanons Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 🧸🌸

FTLOG M6 With A Pregnant MC Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3🧸⛓

FTLOG Poly! Headcanons🧸🌸

Gen Z! Deity Of Love💅🏻🌸

FTLOG Random Headcanons🌸

FTLOG M6 React To MC Being Insulted⛓🌸

FTLOG M6 Reacting To Poly! MC Acting Submissive🌶

FTLOG M6 x MC At A Carnival💅🏻🧸

Astrellio:

Random Astrellio Headcanons🌸

Aurelia:

Random Aurelia Headcanons🌸

Eeri:

Misc NSFW Headcanons🌶

Eeri And The Book Of Love (Fic)🧸

Leonidas:

Misc NSFW Headcanons🌶

CTC NSFW Headcanons Pt.1 | Pt.2 🌶

Rian:

Rian When You Fall In Love With A Different LI⛓

Thrones Of Temptation Pt.1 (Fic)🧸🌶

Theo:

Theo When You Fall In Love With A Different LI⛓

Gwydion:

Misc NSFW Headcanons🌶

CTC NSFW Bonus🌶

Gwydion When You Fall In Love With A Different LI⛓

Maeve:

Maeve When You Fall In Love With A Different LI⛓

MC Teaches Rainier & Casimier About The Internet🧸🌸

M3+Rime With A Vampire! MC🌸

Shitty Pickup Lines With The M3+Rime💅🏻

Last Legacy: Felix, Rime, and MC Randomly Generated Scenarios. Ft. Sage💅🏻

Felix:

Felix NSFW Alphabet🌶️

Asra:

Asra Domestic Headcanons🌸

The Edge Of Despair (Fic)💀⛓ Pt. 2

Asra NSFW Headcanons🌶

Early Morning Escapades (Fic / One shot)🧸

Julian:

Julian Domestic Headcanons🌸

Muriel:

Muriel Domestic Headcanons🌸

Muriel NSFW Alphabet🌶

Obey Me! Brothers With An MC On Their Period (Coming Soon)

Obey Me! MC Teaches Satan And Lucifer About Lovecraftian Lore🌸

-I will write:

NSFW/smut

Angst

Hurt/comfort

Fluff

Lgbt+

(If there is something you want to request that’s not on either of these lists, send them through anyway and I can tell you if I’m comfortable writing it or not!)

-I will NOT write:

Non-con

Yandere (it makes me uncomfy)

Ins3st

Under@ge smut, ect

Excessive violence

Dr@g use

(And anyone who wants to see stuff like ins3st, under@ge smut, please immediately block me.)

Other Content:

Fictif background compilation: Pt.1 | Pt. 2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4

(I am on a few other platforms too! You can find me here.)

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: prompts

Tsukihime

SHIKI and Kohaku. Make it fucked up. Bring in Akiha if you want too, all I want is some fucked up moments with them

Akiha bondage good. Akiha monstrous sex good. Monstrous Akiha in tight bondage would be awesome.

kohaku daily life

Transmasc!Arcueid, currently in pieces after Shiki's attack, uses the opportunity to give himself top surgery.

Smut, noncon, Akiha getting drugged and gang banged all night long

Kara no Kyoukai

KnK and cannibalism, please please

Fate/Stay Night

hi. leather bondage with archer in his CCC outfit with the red leather jacket and the dog collar please. put a harness on that beast. would prefer an artfill if possible (im a visual learner btw 👉👈‍‍) but im not gonna look a gift fic in the mouth 🙏

Rin and Luvia are assigned study buddies with each other. While at first Rin deals with this about as well as expected, overtime she begins to show enthusiasm towards them. She soon becomes a chubby, nerdy girl ready to list off 1000 different facts about any subject, so long as it's her beloved Luvia

FGO

Morgan, after getting sick and tired of Oberon’s bullshit does some REVENGE. She gets pesticides, bug sprays, anything that is able to harm insects, and when Oberon decides to fuck with her, she goes absolutely HAM with the bug repellent and going psychical. Local Oberon found dead in Chaldea hung on a wall

Smut, Barghest is determined to make sure her romance with her Master will not end in tragedy. To that end, she tries hypnotherapy, in an attempt to help control her impulses that compel her to "devour the one she loves". To everyone's surprise, it works! However, to nobody's surprise, it also involved altering the inherent definition of what Barghest considers "devouring" her beloved means. On one hand, Ritsuka is no longer in any danger whatsoever of ending up as her lunch. On the other, his pelvis may not survive the night, but that is a sacrifice he is more than willing to make.

Smut, Marisbury fucks Kirschtaria or Roman/Solomon with the gun he keeps in his desk drawer

Ritsuka is good at sex, for all the same reasons he’s good at being a master: empathy, endurance, a radical willingness to listen and accept even the unacceptable, etc. Still, he’s one guy with one dick; he has a limit, and dozens of voraciously kinky servants exceed it handily. He solves this problem, like all problems, with other servants; he becomes a human hookup app, matching servants to their ideal lay, mostly to take the pressure off himself. It may backfire, it may not.

Smut, Guda Castoria Oberon having the most insane unsafe and dubiously consentual sex in Chaldea. They have SO much beef with each other AND they're all either repressed or cursed to be unable to give regular informed consent like normal people. I want them have the most undernegociated and violent sex known to man.

Smut, "Oberon being mega horny for Ritsuka," tagged: overstim, rough sex

Tamamo has a fox dick. Tamamo Cat, being one of the Tamamo Nine, also has a fox dick. Koyanskaya, who is not one of the Tamamo Nine and is just faking it, gets a fox dick packer to fake it better.

Smut, Turns out there's another reason Li Shuwen's NP is No Second Strike, and that's because he's a one pump chump and literally comes on the first stroke. Can either be comedy about how he's bad at sex or orgasm denial edging play stuff to raise his endurance.

Smut, Drunk sex with Izou

Smut, Asterios x Barghest X Cu Alter threesome but bersercu is mostly there to help restrain ya girl from trying to maul big fluffy boy mid fuck. not saying he cant do that while hitting asterios's prostate though

Elizabeth and Carmilla actually both bond over their shared annoyance at being the future/past version of each other, doesn't change the fact that they both fucking hate the connection though.

The various Taunt servants - Leonidas, Georgios, Gareth, etc. - commisserate about being used as meat shields all the time. No bitterness - it's their job - but it's a hard job.

During this year Christmas the newest welfare is Caster Artoria Alter Santa Lily, except its actually just morgan after drinking the youth potion so she can relive her youth days

the nickname 'koyanchihuaha' becomes a bit more literal

Void shiki erases everyone's genitals at normal shiki's request because she can't fucking sleep with all the fucking that happens every night

Smut, I feel like Kirschtaria and Zeus should have had gay sex at least once

Smut, Barghest eating her veggies(going down on goghie and getting a little cannibalistic about it)

Tepeu getting This stable instead of This chair

Smut, Adding to that Zeus thing, Caenis and Kirsch also have gay sex after that but since Caenis knows the status of Kirschs body as well as Zeus' more than likely rough loving, he is much more gentle and caring while being mad tsundere

Morgan: “This is my partner Mash, and this is Mash’s partner Ritsuka, who is also my spouse. And these are Ritsuka’s partners Artoria and Oberon.”

muramasa gets a harem consisting of the gals from fate stay night (Ishtar, ereshkigal, jaguar warrior, anyone who knows him) and the artorias. they then have a brawl over who gets the poor man

Smut, incest, aurora fucking mélusine nasty in front of percival… the worse and more degrading for the latter two the better! can be dubcon or straight up noncon, either is a-okay with me! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

Archer is invited to train by a Heroic Spirit that is by all logic much stronger than he is, yet they are forced to go all out to keep pace with the red bowman. Archer did not fight on equal ground against Heracles for nothing after all

Smut, Someone tries to cuck Gudao by fucking Mash in front of him and he’s just happy she found someone and slightly confused on why they’re fucking in front of him.

Smut, Ritsuka and Oberon have a lot of hate sex. Like, it's pretty much a weekly thing. They even fight for who tops (It's almost always Ritsuka who tops)

Guda letting Castoria bite them on their shoulders/neck whenver they get mad

Fun fact! Baobhan Sith has A-rank Strength, which is even higher than Barghest! Anyway she should give Morgan a hug so bone-crushing that old woman needs a chiropractor

Cannibalism, Barghest can’t help herself and accidentally eats Gudao, mentally denying that it was her even as several servants begin attacking her

Might I request some Emotional Catharsis for Emiya Alter after meeting all his old friends and family in Chaldea, even if he cant really remember them?

Newly minted Servant Fujimaru Ritsuka is forced to farm nonstop for days on end by the Chaldea Farming Teams, so that, quote, "they know what it feels like for us!"

Either obecas or gudacas with an emphasis of how much of a nightmare it is to get explicit consent from someone who is cursed to constantly lie (for Oberon) and/or from someone who constantly agree to do shit she doesn't actually want to do because it's easier/safer than to argue (for Castoria)

Funny rivals moment: Mephistopheles teasing Archer Moriarty over how they’re technically older than him (going my their works’ release years)

Barghest deciding that if Baobhan Sith is going to keep mocking her for her appetites, she might as well swallow her whole too!

Any fandom

there's a common theme in prompts for this kinkmeme, so the opposite of that: let's get some non-Fate characters being asexual

Crossover/Multi Fandom

Shiki, SHIKI, [Shiki], Shiki, and SHIKI realize they actually have enough people to go to Five Guys. Tohno Shiki and Ryougi Shiki are idiots (complimentary).

let's delve in to a little crossover : the koyan twins are looking for product testing volunteers , and 2 people signed up ; Darkness , a masochist crusader , and aqua the useless goddess was forced by gudako to either take the job or aqua will be facing jail time for public intoxication. whatever fetishes the koyan twins inflict on them is largely up to the writers . but i'd like to see aqua undergo a blueberry inflation and when the machines finish juicing her she gets inflated right back up , possibly even bigger than last time. the juice would be later made into liquor. as for darkness im cool with putting her in some inflatable rubber bondage or strap her to a milking machine .

Kirby is summoned in chaldea

And don't forget, the Nasuverse Femslash Week starts tomorrow!

[queen--kenobi]

Kinktober Day 4

Knife play with Sith!Obi-wan x fem!reader

Prompt list by @the-purity-pen

Kinktober 2021

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Warnings: knife play, branding. More a precursor to smut than anything else

The vibroblade hums in your hands.

Obi-wan stares up at you, a sly grin on his face. His golden eyes hold a challenging look, but you know better. You press the weapon closer to his throat. His golden eyes widen a fraction. It’s quick, so quick that anyone else would miss it.

“Are you sure you can handle this, my dear?” He arches an eyebrow. 

“It’s not a question of if I can. It’s can you?” You press it closer to the skin of his neck. It’s so close that if he makes a wrong move, it’ll slice his neck. He makes a noise of derision.

“I wouldn’t suggest this if I didn’t think I could.” 

You don’t say anything. Instead, you move the weapon down, following the column of his neck to his shirt. He watches you, chest barely moving with how still he’s concentrating on being.

“You know what to do if it’s too much?”

“Yes. Yes. Do get on wit-” You cut him off by slicing the blade through his top. He makes an offended noise.

“We’re playing by my rules.” You hold the knife over his chest. It flickers against his skin. “I bet you’d look good with my initial here.”

Oh.

He liked that idea. You can feel it, not just from him hardening underneath you, but from the subtle push against your mind. It’s a subconscious encouragement. You grin at him.

“Yeah? You want me to do that? Want me to mark you as mine?” You challenge. He shifts, pushing himself up onto his elbows. The movement causes the blade to nearly cut into his skin.

“Don’t make empty promises.” He chides. You grin.

“You should know better.” Obi-wan nearly snarls when the flickering blade touches his skin. “I keep all my promises.”

You wait. After a moment, he presses against your mind. It’s always unnerving, being inside of his head. If it weren’t for the fact that it made things safer when you did things like this, you would never let him. 

“Green.” He verbally confirms. Obi-wan throws his head back with a gasp as you begin the first stroke of your initials.

Tags: @ashotofspotchka @perpetual-fangirl900 @questforgalas @sammicantwrite @frietiemeloen @leonidas-banana-phone @whore4rex @wolffescumslut @night-snows00 @muffledgorillaviolence 

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Tech x Reader (Dirty Holopad?)

I got this request a while ago from @leonidas-banana-phone​ and here it is! Tech is such a sweet guy right well I guess we will find out in this fic. Without wasting anymore time here is a Tech x Reader smut fic! WARNINGS: Dirty Holovids, Masturbation, Sex (Duh) and Multiple Orgasms.

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The Bad Batch on another mission, and you were sitting in the Havoc Marauder waiting for the boys to return. Hunter wanted you to stay with the ship in case something went wrong and they needed a quick evac. You were bored and started snooping around the boy's things. Crosshair you noticed had some mods for his sniper rifle that you were sure were illegal, but you weren’t going to call him out on it. 

Hunter had most of his things under his bunk, and most of it was his knives that he had collected. Wrecker had a small book and when you opened it drawings were inside, and the detail used to create such artwork had you blown away. You put it back then started snooping around Techs things. What you found shocked the absolute hells out of you. Under his bunk was a small datapad, and you accidently turned it on.

It started playing recordings of your voice, but they were spliced together to make it seem you were talking dirty. You didn’t understand at first, but then you realized that Tech was using it for personal pleasure. You listened a little more and you could hear whimpers spliced together and groans/moans that you made when you were frustrated or tired, but being played together made it sound sexual. “(Y/N) FIRE UP THE SHIP!”Hunter's voice rang through the ship. 

Cursing you turned the datapad off and tossed it back into its spot as you ran to fire up the ship. When the boys came running out of the brush they boarded quickly to take their places. Right as the Marauder took off a bunch of angry looking natives started firing at the ship. “I’ll take it that the locals weren’t friendly”, you joked. “That would be a big negative”, Tech told you. It didn’t take long and you were back in orbit awaiting new orders.

It wasn’t long when the Bad Batch got their next mission, and landed on a nearby planet. While they were out you grabbed Techs datapad and took it into your bunk with you. You were going to give him the real deal, and to be honest you wanted Tech to be more. You had fallen for him because of his intelligence and his little quirks. You loved the way he would explain everything to you, and include you in new things he would learn.

You set the holopad to record you, and so you made a small strip tease. You basically made a porno for him as you whimpered and cried out to him as if he were the one doing these things to you as you brought yourself to orgasm. Once you got the footage you saved it, and put the holopad back in its spot under Techs bunk. The boys made it back in time for you to have set up camp complete with tents, and a fire that was cooking a creature you had managed to catch. 

“Food!”, Wrecker yelled out as you chuckled. “Yes I hope you all are hungry”, you told them. They settled down as Hunter cut the meat into chunks for everyone. Wrecker dug into the meat as if he was starving. “This..is the...best thing. You make the...best...meals”, Wrecker complimented as he ate. Hunter nodded his head along with the statement as Crosshair hummed. Tech seemed distracted as he ate small bites of his meal. When he was finished he thanked you for the meal, and headed into the ship, and came back out carrying a very discernable holopad. 

You all turned into your respected tents as night fell, and you kept fidgeting not able to sleep. Was it wrong to have recorded yourself like that or would Tech even realize the new update. Only time would tell as you tried to find sleep, but struggling. Little did you know that Tech was just now opening his holopad after making a report on his other pad. He opened it and started looking for his favorite sound clips when he saw a small thumbnail he didn’t recognize. It seemed to be a video. 

He panicked as he wondered if his brothers had found it, and made a video making fun of him or teasing him. He brought it up and hit the play button, but his jaw dropped when he saw you doing a strip tease for the camera. The way you slowly slid off your bra and cupped your breasts to tweak your nipples some, and the way you teasingly ran your finger under the waistband of your panties as you pushed them down and stepped out of them. 

He watched the whole thing through as he could feel himself getting hard. You must have found the holopad, and made this little video for him. He grabbed the pad and made his way to your tent trying to be quiet so he wouldn’t wake the others. “(Y/N) are you awake I need to talk to you”, he whispered outside your tent. This was the moment you had been waiting for. The moment of truth.

“Yeah Tech come on in”, you whispered back. He pulled the tent flap back and entered half way. You were sitting on several small blankets with some pillows around you. Tech was red as he tried to form a coherent thought, but he didn’t get a chance as you pulled him all the way into your tent. “Please tell me. How did you like my little present?”, you questioned. “I… I loved it. In fact I love you. I have been meaning to tell you, but it never seemed like the right time an….mmmmph”, he rambled before you cut him off with a kiss. “I love you too Tech”, you told him, breaking the kiss. 

“Can we. Well I feel like…”, he was stuttering. “Look, do you want me like in the holovid I made?”, you giggled. “Very much so. Can we film it so I can watch it whenever we are apart”, he grinned. You gave him the go ahead and he was over you in seconds after turning the holopad on. The kisses grew in intensity and it took him a moment to gain his confidence back, but with your little whimpers and moans he took the lead. You gasped as he pulled your shirt up to pinch one of your nipples. He shivered at the sounds you made as he continued to tease that nipple as he kissed, and sucked marks on your neck.

Tech pulled away to shed yours and his shirt as he came back for a kiss. He rutted against you as your moans grew a little louder. Once he was satisfied there he gently pulled your pants and panties off of you, and took his blacks off along with his grays. Your eyes hungrily roamed every inch of skin as you took in his proudly standing cock already leaking pre-cum. He lay you onto your back, and hooked your legs over his shoulders. This was very bold and you liked seeing this side of him. He made eye contact with you as he licked up your folds grazing over your clit.

Your head flew back, mouth open as you moaned out and your heels digging slightly into his back. He chuckled as he repeated the motion several times then started to flick your clit every so often as you gasped for breath. He was rutting against the blanket trying to get some friction as he kept your legs trapped over his shoulders. “Tech ahh. I’m close, I'm so close. Please I want... no I need to cum”, you begged. He groaned at that and that was enough to send you into an orgasm. 

Tech sucked on your clit as you rode out your orgasm, and stopped when you started squealing that it was too much. He removed himself and he climbed over you ready for your go ahead. He kissed you some more as he lined himself up with your entrance. “Tech take me”, you moaned out. He didn’t need to be told twice as he slowly pushed the head of his cock into you. He was trying to hold back, but you squeezed your muscles down, and he snapped his hips into you. 

You keened, and scratched at his back as he groaned waiting for you to adjust. He was being sweet, and it was very cute. He slowly drew out, and pushed back in as you whimpered some. He leaned down to keep kissing you in between thrusts, and the kisses turned more possessive and needy. He was starting to amp up his thrusts and you moved your hips in time with his thrusts. “Tech I’m…”, but you never finished that sentence as you let out a wailing cry as your second orgasm went through you.

He clamped his hand over your mouth, but kept up the pace as you came back to him. He was starting to pant, and he was stuttering with his thrusts. “I need to cum (Y/N). Where should I…”, he panted out. “Inside me please inside me”, you begged wrapping your legs around him. “Oh kark”, he cursed as his head dropped over your shoulder. You sucked at the spot below his ear as his thrusts picked up, and with a nip to his ear had him cumming inside you. “Ah! Ah! KRIFF!”, Tech cried out as you orgasmed at the feeling of being filled. 

You giggled when you heard Wrecker snore and Tech chuckled. You grabbed the holopad and Tech was curious to see what you were doing as you propped it up against some pillows. “This way you can see my expressions later”, you said as you dropped your head down and put your ass in the air. You watched as Tech started to harden again, and seemed to burn your image into his head. 

“Please pound my pussy”, you moaned quietly. Tech’s breath hitched, but he took up position and pushed into you. This time taking it slow, and once bottomed out he pulled back to start snapping his hips into you. You couldn’t help the moans, whimpers and pleas leaving your mouth, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air. “Tech I’m almost there”, you told him. He reached down to start rubbing furiously at your clit.

“Tech oh oh oh KRIFF”, you cried out as you came. “OH (Y/N) KRIFF KRIFF KRrrRRIIiiFFF!”, Tech moaned out as your orgasm milked his cock as he pushed as far as he could into you. Once you both came down from your high he looked into your eyes. “That was… hah that was amazing”, he grinned. You cupped the back of his head and brought him in for a kiss. “Hey are you two done over there! Some of us would like to get some sleep!”, Crosshair yelled out. “Oh your just karking jealous”, Tech yelled back. “For kriffs sake please go to sleep all of you”, Hunter groaned out.

You both turned red at Hunter's voice, and Tech pulled out of you and cleaned you both up as best he could. “Maybe we can have a sanisteam in the morning”, you suggested. “I would like that he smiled laying back onto your many pillows. You quickly glued yourself to his side and it didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep.

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Tah Dah! Poor Hunter! And Crosshair is just jealous that he isn’t getting any. Hope you all liked it, and I’ll be updating my Jango Fett x Reader story soon.

[teatitty]

there's untapped hilarity potential in the servants ability to just discorporate whatever clothing and armour they're summoned in. servant a is only just starting with foreplay but they turn around to see b is so fucking ready to bang they just instantaneously are naked

I’ve messed around with this A Lot in my smut drafts, and the funniest instance of this so far in Ushinidas where Leonidas literally only had time to unbutton his coat before he had arms full of a very naked and very eager Ushiwaka and he was like “OKAY COOL I GUESS THIS IS HAPPENING NOW” and was so flustered he tripped and hit his head off the wall

[cabinofimagines]

Troubles

Percy x Reader (college au)

Fluff | Smut | Angst

A/n: So I finally finished this piece of shit. I don’t really like where it went but it’s cool I guess. This is in response to 3 whole requests we got ages ago. Also guys please remember requests aren’t open yet. It’s on our nav page; what’s open and what’s not I mean. -Day

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i.

Staring up at the towering buildings of the main hall only intimidated you more than you already were. You gulped as you watched packs of friends roam about the campus, chattering about who they were rooming with during the overnight orientation, “Jamie said she’s rooming with a guy named Matthew-- I guess they don’t care who stays in the same room?”

“No shit, Kyla, we’re in college now. They don’t give a shit what we do in our spare time.”

You stifle a laugh at the passing conversation, knowing better  than to assume that the school doesn’t care what you do. You grimance once more at the mass of people, but pull yourself together and step into the main hall.

The inside was a lot more intimidating than the outside of the building. People of all ages huddled around in groups, overbearing parents hovered over their grown kids, various people already huddling together in packs, and younger youth were already being recruited into sororities and frats. You stuck to the walls and made your way to a long, but ever-moving line of new students who were being randomly matched with others in a room.

Your mind wandered at the thought of rooming with a stranger, even if it was just for a night it wasn’t something you were particularly fond of doing. You had to do it at some point if you were to live on campus in a dorm, but even then you would be matched based on personality and living habits. The line was getting increasingly shorter and your heart was pounding harder the more you thought about the outcome of this experience, would you meet your best friend and decide to choose one another as actual roommates? Or would you have the worst experience of your life tonight?

“Name?”

A overly cheerful voice broke through your melancholy thoughts, you crack a quick smile at the older female, “Y/n L/n.” You watch as she shifts through a few papers with scribbles of various names until she makes a hum of achievement, marking your name out with a black sharpie and handing you a brass key.

“Here’s your key, don’t lose it or the fee is $150!” She shooed you on and greeted the next person as soon as you shifted to the side. You sighed and shoved the key into your front pocket, the space being so small you were sure that it wouldn’t fly out randomly.

Before you head to your room you decided that you should save the trip and collect your things from your car before going to find your room. You packed as lightly as you could, but still managed to bring a suitcase with you, full of clothes and bedsheets for the night since it was a required thing. Although as you trudged up the stairs because the elevator was broken, you were regretting being so prepared.

You hauled ass all the way to the fifth floor, losing a lung or two on the way up. Finally arriving on the fifth floor landing you took a breather, leaning against the railing and catching your breath. You hear a small chuckle beside you, passing by you from the hellaciously steep stairs you had climbed moments ago.

You managed to pick your head up long enough to see a mop of black hair bob past you and into the hall of the dormitory. You shake your head; damn athletes. You gather your bearings and forge onward down the hall to which the mop of hair went. You strolled past the doors, some open as chatter filled the hall, and others were shut and silent as the dead. Your eyes scanned the numbers, anxiously looking for three digits. 539.

The door was open and there was a deep voice mixed with a few others emanating from the room. Your heart stopped, how many roommates did you have? You step inside cautiously, rolling your luggage into the room and setting it by the door. The room was spacious and separated by another door that led to your roommate’s room. There was a baren bed, a large desk, and a large window on the wall adjacent from the door.

The voices went quiet suddenly, having heard your footsteps and the wheels of your suitcase they must’ve realised someone else had arrived. You see a mess of curly brown locks appear from the doorway that separated the rooms, “Oh shit, it is.” He said suddenly, disappearing back into the room to talk further about your sudden appearance. You raise your brows at his words, crossing your arms over your chest and taking a strong stance.

Before you could make a move to ask the boy why he said what he said, another voice sounded out, “Great job, Leonidas, gotta fuck up my experience too, huh?” You hear a smack echo through the room followed by a whine of pain. You see the boy stumble out of the room, grumbling an apology to you before he left.

The owner of the other voice you presumed, walked through the doorway only seconds after the curly one left. You sucked in a breath at the sight that blessed your eyes, his messy black hair fell over his sea green eyes, flying out of his line of sight moments later. He stood tall and lean in gray jogging pants and a white t-shirt, basketball shoes untied like he had just slipped them on. What deemed you speechless was his smile, a goofy yet charming lopsided smile that graced and enhanced his features.

“You’re the person on the stairs, aren’t you?” He said with a chuckle, smoothing his hair back from his face, but failing as it returned into it’s messy state.

“I’m sorry?” You ask, cocking your head to the side in confusion.

He laughed and leaned back against the doorway slightly, “The person that was by the staircase catching their breath.”

You merely nod, too flustered to answer him verbally. The fact that his first impression was that you were out of shape absolutely sucked, even if it was true.

“I’m Percy, “ He said with a wink, “Probably the best roommate you’ll ever have.”

You cock a brow at his words, crossing your arms challengingly, “What makes you say that?”

He smirked and stepped closer, shoving his hands in his pockets, “Because I’m going to make sure you have the time of your life.”

ii.

By the time sophomore year came around, the two of you were close to inseparable. One could almost never be seen without the other unless it was during classes you didn’t have together.

Although how exactly you got to the local pizza place in town discussing Criminal Minds and Law & Order you weren’t exactly sure. Somewhere between his constant whining about how hungry he was and his consistent begging, you found yourself stuffing your face with pizza while you listened to him gush about the many crime shows he watches.

“But then,” He paused, taking a big bite of his slice, “Reid just like,” another bite, “figured it out because he has photographic memory-- which is like so fucking cool-- and solved the case.”

You nod along, interested in the story and the babbling boy in front of you, going on what should be his seventh tangent about each of the cases in the many episodes he’d watched. It was cute that he was so invested into these shows and even invited you to watch a few episodes with him tonight to which you gladly obliged.

You grin as he finishes off his pizza, blindly looking for another slice but finding none, “Did you eat all the pizza?” he quirked an eyebrow in your direction, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. He didn’t give you time to answer as he stood from his seat, offering a hand to you, “I didn’t want any anyways.” He said with a chuckle and a teasing glint in his sea green eyes.

You huff at his remark, standing up with the help of his hand, “You can put away some food, that’s for sure.” you grumbled under your breath.

He flicked your forehead suddenly, “I don’t waste food.”

You laughed lightly, rubbing the sore spot as you spoke, “It’s getting dark, we should get back and actually attend some of tonight’s activities.” You spun around to leave with him in tow, but managed to run straight into an older woman who looked far from kind.

She gasped as if she were doused in hot coffee from your run in, holding her hand to her chest and staring at you in disbelief. You fumbled to apologize, but naturally they made the incident a lot worse than it actually was. They spoke loudly for the rest of the pizza place to hear, “You teenagers think you can just push an elder out of the way?! Unbelievable, this new generation is so disrespectful!”

You bit your lip in thought of what to say. You wanted to argue back and clear things up, but that would only further her idea of generational disrespect. Not once did her purple coated lips stop moving, spouting more and more unrelated nonsense about such a simple situation.

“Ma’am, you’re the one who walked into the exit door rather than the entry door. This wouldn’t have happened had you simply read the sign on the door.”

You shifted your eyes to an annoyed Percy who gave the lady before him a dead gaze, something that would’ve intimidated you had you not known how friendly the male actually was.

The lady opened her mouth again, but Percy interrupted her, “They said sorry, what more do you want? You’re the only one being rude here.”

She left without another word, shimmying away with a few grumbles. You gave the ebony haired boy an impressed look, “Well, well, “ You teased, “You could've scared me off with that look.” He snorted at this, “What look?,” his face broke out in a lopsided smile as he held the door open for you.

You mimicked him the best you could which elicited a chuckle from Percy, “I don’t look like that.” You scoffed and bumped his shoulder with your own, “You’ve got a case of the resting bitch face. Or is that your courtroom face?”

You laughed loudly, making your way back down the street to campus with him. The sun was already setting, the orange and red hues highlighting the towering buildings and bathing the world around you in various shades. Your breath hitched lightly, heart picking up pace unexpectedly. He looked breathtaking to you, his messy hair was brushed away from his face and exposed his forehead, his tall nose scrunched up slightly as the cool wind blew, and his lips were turning an angry red from his constant biting. He looked like a god-- way too good to be true.

He met your stare with his own, pausing his steps and gently tugging you back to him by the arm. He raised a brow at your words, taking a moment to think over what to see, “It’s not, but should it be?” He genuinely seemed interested, “Or was I too scary or whatever?”

You shrugged and managed to tear your eyes away from his being, looking off at the passing cars, “No you just looked so serious, I didn’t know you for a split second.” You look back and flash him a small smile, but avoided prolonged eye contact in fear that your heart would hammer against your chest harder than it already was.

He let out a small giggle at this, catching you off guard. You could gain whiplash from the duality this man has. He hooked arms with you, forcing you to start walking with him and his ridiculously long strides, “Cool, Dr. Leener said that I needed a more serious look when prosecuting.”

You look up at him at this, “How else would you look in a situation like that?”

He used his free arm to reach up and scratch the back of his neck shyly, “Uh I was joking about the case a little too much.”

You pause at his confession, cracking up slightly, “Dude I’m honestly not even surprised.”

Iii.

Dust fell from the ceiling as you carefully swung your legs over the brick wall, landing on the cement flooring of the abandoned building. You threw a glance over your shoulder and laughed when you saw Percy’s long legs struggle to get a grip on the wall you just came over. You sat back, enjoying the view of his suffering a little too much.

Once he finally made it over after five grueling minutes of his lanky legs trying to get over the wall, he landed next to you with a sigh, glaring at you with a slight unknown pout. He dusted off his navy hoodie and black jeans, “I’m so glad I have such a loving and kind-hearted best friend.”

You beamed at him, batting your eyelashes at him in jest, “And I’m so glad you recognize it!”

You pat yourself off, trying to rid yourself of all the dirt that covered your sweats and your ‘junior squad’ t-shirt. You felt hands on your back suddenly, causing you to jump and turn around too quickly, elbowing Percy in the rib accidently.

He whined and held a hand to his chest, slumping against your figure dramatically, “I’ve been stabbed!” He gasped, “there’s been another victim!”

You shove him onto his feet, “Shut up you idiot!” You hiss, eyes scanning the barely visible room surrounding you, “Let’s just hurry up and satisfy your sadistic interests before we get caught.” You shuffled away from the tall boy, squinting your eyes to adjust to the lack of light in the room.

“Use your flashlight, dumbass. You aren’t a cat.”

The bright blue light of Percy’s phone flashlight blinded you, him shining it right in your face to make a point. You swatted at his hand, causing him to drop his phone. The heavy device clattered across the cement, the flashlight facing towards the ground. He squeaked at this, carefully stepping around the space as he muttered curses towards you.

You shiver, a sudden gust of wind reminding you that winter was just around the bend and the fact that you also had not grabbed a jacket before your little adventure outside. You’d much rather be in your room, binge-watching all of your favourite shows instead of the dreaded math homework that is due tomorrow morning at eight a.m.

An audible crack echoed throughout the area followed by a dramatic gasp. Your eyes flicked towards the noise stepping carefully over until you came in contact with Percy’s side, “...fuck” he whispered to himself.

Just then another source of light shone over the two of you, momentarily blinding you for the second time that night. One arm latched around Percy’s, using him as a shield as the other hand came up to block the light out. You could feel Percy tense under your touch, his posture straightening a little as if he was trying to appear larger than the possible threat approaching.

“What are you kids doing here? This is a crime scene, off limits to the public until further notice,” The booming voice instructed, “That includes you, Percy Jackson.”

Percy seemed to chill out at the call of his name, a lopsided smirk forming on his lips, “Lieutenant Brunner! You shouldn’t be out here, this is,” He cocks his head to the side, “ a crime scene after all.”

Your jaw dropped. Lieutenant Brunner was infamous for the many cases he’s solved locally and nationally, but you had thought he was out of commision due to the injury that left him paralyzed from the waist down. Yet here he was, obviously still solving cases despite his disability. It was actually inspiring to see someone still do what they love despite all that has happened to them in the past.

The man sighs at this, his wheelchair squeaking lightly as it pressed on toward the two of you, “Percy,” he scolds, “this isn’t the greatest place for dates, I thought you had class? Or did you forget that too after you stopped volunteering?”

The younger male’s smirk faltered slightly at this, but he quickly recovered, “Cut me some slack, it’s hard being a college student, I just wanted to blow off some steam with my favorite.” He enunciated that he was talking about you by placing a hand on top of your head.

You didn’t know what to make of this situation, but you thought it best to stay quiet seeing as they knew each other well. You were embarrassed to say the least, Lieutenant Brunner was a local at the cafe you worked at and he was always very nice to you and your co-workers, you really hoped he didn’t recognize you here of all places.

Lieutenant Brunner sighed deeply, beginning to turn away from the pair as if he hadn’t even seen you, “You both should head back to campus, I won’t tell the others I saw you here. I’ll just say I was simply investigating a suspicious noise, nothing more.”

You nudged the tall boy’s side, signalling him that this was the plan you should go with. However he didn’t seem to take that into account, “But I wanted to investigate too.” You roll your eyes and nudge him a little harder this time,pleading with him, “Can we please just go?”

Percy went silent for what felt like forever, but then he moved down suddenly, picking up his phone and revealing the cracked screen. He groaned and interlaced his fingers with yours suddenly. Your heart skipped a beat as he tugged you along, walking towards the exit this time instead of scaling that godforsaken wall. He simply saluted the wheelchair bound man, “Love you, Lieutenant Brunner!”

You hissed, tugging him along and muttering swears and curses at the ebony haired boy by your side. Once you were in the clear you removed your hand from his and stopped following him, your heart still pounding at the sudden form of affection. He slowed to a stop and looked back with a lopsided smile, “At least it wasn’t the authorities!”

You gave him an incredulous look, “It was Lieutenant Brunner. Did you forget who solved nearly every case you’ve been studying in your classes?” You bring a hand up to your forehead, still not fully believing what just happened. You got caught at an active crime scene by a notorious investigator and were just let off the hook without repercussions. What the fuck.

You locked eyes with him, walking forward and poking him with an accusatory finger, “And he knew you? Care to tell me how?”

He licked his lips and caught your finger with his hand, intertwining your fingers once more as he explained himself, “I used to volunteer at the police station when I was still in high school-- well it was more like an internship, but Brunner was my mentor sort of.”

He chuckled at your gobsmacked expression. He flicked your bottom lip playfully, causing you to close your mouth and threaten to hit him with your free hand. He laughed and nodded in the direction of his car, “Come on, I bet we can still catch some of the Law & Order SVU marathon if we hurry.”

“I still can’t believe you know the THE Lieutenant Brunner.”

iv.

The warmth from the sunlight illuminating your rather spacious dorm was enough to put you back to sleep. Lately you haven’t been able to get much sleep due to the many different responsibilities you had as your education progressed. But to just lie here in Percy’s embrace as he tried his very best to do as you said and go over his key points for his mock trial, everything seemed to fade out.

Senior year has been hellacious for the both of you seeing as both of your studies required a lot of work from you. You’ve passed most of your classes and only needed to repeat a few due to not passing with the required grade level your major allowed. Percy has become the top of his class however, surpassing even his upper classmates in some of the hardest classes. He was really smart and has just the amount of charisma to sway the jury in his favour, but you didn’t know how he made it this far with his hatred for studying.

He let out another groan, “This is so dumb!” He pouted and covered his face with the stack of papers in his hand, his other arm wrapped around your shoulders and shaking you slightly for emphasis. You rolled your eyes at his antics, he’s such a drama queen it’s ridiculous.

You lean away from him slightly, reaching for the papers hiding his face and freeing them from his grasp. You look over them quickly, focusing on the key points of the case and highlighting them with a blue highlighter from his stash of writing utensils. You elbow his side, eliciting a grunt from the overdramatic male, “Exactly how many murders can the suspect be linked to?”

He blinked, once then twice, giving you an unsure look he answered, “28..?” You purse your lips at his answer, “It’s exactly 24. There were 28 victims in total.” He sighed deeply, hiding his face in your shoulder and whining out that he was sort of right. You chuckled and shook your head at his actions, patting the back of his head and running your hands through his soft locks.

You decided to ask him something easier, something along the lines of vital information. You clear your throat and peer down at the papers in your hand, scanning for something a little easier for him to remember. With a sigh you ask yet another question, “What is the time span of the murders and reported sexual assault?”

He’s quiet for a short moment before answering confidently, “The suspect started off with sexual assault on teenage boys in 1970 but then started killing his victims at the end of 1970.” You were surprised at his detailed answer, but he left out a few important facts. You began to correct him when he surprised you once more, “The murders didn’t stop until mid 1973 when he was caught dousing 14 bodies in gasoline in a rented boat by the owner.”

You smile unknowingly at this. He truly was one of the best in his class and deserved every bit of recognition he got. You wondered what he could do if he fully applied himself and studied more, but the male was still hella smart and talented, it’d probably intimidate his peers if he used all of his talent at once.

“Perfect response”

His head lifted suddenly, hitting you in the jaw and causing you to jump away from him a little. He yelped and adjusted himself so he could properly assess your injury, cupping your face and sputtering apologies as he examined.

Your breathing became uneven at his touch, holding your face so close to his own. The hit didn’t really hurt as much as it had shocked you, jolting you from your thoughts with a nice accompanying knock to the jaw. You snickered at his reaction, finding it cute and funny how much he worried over his accident.

He cracked a smile once he heard your stifled laughter, “Hey, I was just making sure you were okay.” He defended, “But was I really spot on?!”

You nodded, eyes crinkling as you laughed at him, “Yes it was perfect” you managed to get out.

He merely chuckled at this, still cupping your face with one hand as the other held him steady in his position. But then his face dropped into a more serious one, watching you laugh as his heart gradually picked up pace. A million thoughts were running through his mind, but only one was clear to him.

He really wanted to kiss you right now.

The thought excited him. He was excited because he finally understood why his heart constantly did backflips when you smiled at him or why it broke when you were stood up by your dates. Even if he didn’t like the thought of you with someone else, he couldn’t pinpoint his feelings as anything more than overprotectiveness. But now he knows… and he’s more scared than ever.

Scared because he could potentially ruin a great friendship and lose the best roommate he’s ever had. Scared because there was the slightest chance that you didn’t return the feelings and only viewed him in a platonic light. And scared because he’s never felt this strongly about anyone before.

You take notice of the lack of laughter and turn your attention towards the ebony haired boy wearing a variation of his famed “courtroom” face. You pause when you notice his eyes hovering over your lips and his face getting closer with each second. You wanted so badly to close the distance, but you were afraid you were somehow misreading the situation. It was pretty obvious he wanted to do something similar to what you wanted, but there was this small part of you that stayed in denial.

When you could feel his hot breath against your lips, that’s when you knew that your assumptions were right. The faint brush of his lips caused goosebumps to rush down your spine, but it was gone just as quickly as it came.

Percy stumbled back, muttering something incoherent to himself as he stood to look for his shoes. You sat in the same position, appalled and slightly hurt by his actions as it seemed he wanted to be anywhere but near you in that moment.

“I forgot I made plans with Jason and Frank later, I can’t ditch them again or they’ll never let me live it down,” He rambled as he slipped on his shoes and snagged his keys of the side table. You sat in silence as he rushed to leave your comfortable dorm, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.

The door flew open and out went a panicked Percy, mumbling a farewell before the door clicked closed.

v.

It had been more than a week since your almost kiss with Percy and ever since then he’d been avoiding you like the plague. Even when he did interact with you he would keep it short and tense, a shy barrier rising between you for the first time in forever. You would try to bring it down by asking him the usual questions, asking him if he wanted to binge any of his favourite crime shows, but he would brush you off and claim he was too busy.

It had bothered you greatly, to the point where you were forgetting small things like when your massive chemistry research paper was due. Stressed was an understatement of how you felt at the moment. The paper was due in two days and you hadn’t written a single sentence down on your word document, the blank page staring you down and reminding you of your problems.

Percy wasn’t much better off.

The past few days have been an argument between his mind and heart… and also Frank and Jason. He had been avoiding you ever since he realized how much he actually cared for you, more than a normal friend should. Staying over at Frank and Jason’s dorm became a regular thing, only swinging by his own dorm when you were passed out on your desk to gather his things.

It hurt him to see you like this. A bad yet old habit of yours was overworking yourself because you either procrastinated until the last minute or you were determined to finish before anyone else. It took time to get you out of this habit and damn it didn’t take any time for you to slip back into it.

Frank sighed for what seemed to be the 20th time in ten minutes. He gave a disappointed look to Percy who had asked to stay yet another night at their dorm room, “You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

Percy shrugged, “I mean it’s fine, the couch isn’t that uncomfortable y’know--”

Jason rolled his eyes, interrupting with a groan, “He meant you can’t keep avoiding Y/n, Percy!” The blond was a little more than fed up with the longing stares the dark haired male was throwing your way anytime you were around. It’s time that Percy grow a pair and confess how he really feels about you, regardless of how you may or may not feel, he needed to get this off his chest.

Percy was quiet, fiddling with the hem of his gray Ramones t-shirt. He knew Jason was right, but it was terrifying to even think about losing you, and if he confessed he was for sure that he’d lose quite possibly the love of his life.

Frank massaged his temples in thought, “I promise you won’t regret telling them, you won’t lose them or anything like that.” He paused, his next words holding impact, “But you might if you continue on like this.”

Percy nodded, his heart lurching at the true words that slipped past Frank’s lips. He checked the time on his phone, the lock screen photo of you and him covered in paint, smiling at the camera caused a small smile to spread over his tan face. He dropped his things at the door, eliciting a combined groan from each of the roommates. He spun on his heel and walked out, completely taking the others by surprise as he booked it down the stairs.

“He could’ve taken the elevator.”

“Let him be dramatic, Frank.”

It was around 1:30 am when you were startled awake by the sound of keys in the lock. You had fallen asleep in the living room once again, your laptop light illuminating the room in a low white haze. You nearly screamed once you realized that you had still yet to finish the report for Biology class tomorrow morning, but settled for a dramatic face palm.

The door clicked open, but you didn’t bother on checking who it was because you knew it was your roommate coming back for something he forgot. You leaned back against the couch staying still and hoping he’d leave you alone unlike other nights where he’d move you to your bed. It was a sweet gesture, but the first couple of times it really freaked you out.

Although this time he didn’t walk straight to his room like usual, instead he opted to sit next to you on the couch. He whispered your name, moving to see your face a bit better.

You squeezed your eyes shut, honestly just wanting nothing more than for him to leave you alone right now. If he even attempted to move you to your bed, you just might throw hands at his tall ass. You tensed as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest and swinging your legs over his lap.

You probably shouldn’t have, but you freaked out suddenly, “Nuh-uh you are not putting me to bed, I have work to do.” You grumble, glaring and pushing yourself away the best you could. He blinked, “I wasn’t going to,” He began, “I just wanted to hold you again.”

Your eyes widen slightly, “Well it’s about time you acted like a best friend.”

Percy lets out a silent laugh, his gaze cast downward, “I know I’m an ass.”

You hummed, crossing your arms over your chest. You wanted an apology and you were going to get one. You glance at him, from the corner of your eye, “Good for you.”

He pauses, running a hand through his messy waves and leaning against the armrest, “Y/n, I’m really sorry. Seriously.” He watches with sad eyes as you turn away from him, rightfully upset with him. HIs shoulders slump. He really shouldn’t have acted this way, he should’ve just taken the leap and admitted his feelings.

WIthout a reply, he parts his lips to plead once more, “Y/n I--” You yawned, shaking it off and keeping up your role. Percy cocked his head to the side, noticing how tired you look and how red your eyes have gotten from the lack of sleep. Instead of using his words, he substituted it for a chance to cuddle you close.

It was late. So late that even the group of freshmen that played around outside have decided to call it a night. Plus you were super tired and you haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in a while. So when strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you into an equally comfy lap, you were more than halfway asleep. You twisted your body to mold against Percy’s, “This isn’t over, Perce.” Slurred words leaving your lips as you melted into his embrace.

He chuckled, busying himself with tracing the outline of your features, “Whatever you say, babe.” He shimmed into a more comfortable position before dozing off himself, the sweet dreams uncomparable to the moment at hand.

vii.

It was bright, a little too bright for your eyes after just waking up. “Damn”, you thought to yourself, “I forgot to close the curtains again.” You rub your eyes sleepily and stretch slowly with a yawn, building up the will to get up and close the curtains for a few more minutes of shut eye.

You push yourself up, but find yourself locked in a strong grasp, a groan filling the air as you tugged against the grip. You froze, slowly craning your head to see just who was holding you this saturday morning.

Dark lashes fluttered against puffy cheeks, brows knitted together as incoherent mumblings left his pouty lips. It was Percy, his hair messier than usual. You smile lightly, lying down to face him and take in all of his features. With your faces merely inches apart you were able to fully take in the beauty that is Percy Jackson.

It never occoured to you how handsome he really was. I mean, many have pointed it out and even used you to get closer to the handsome law major, but it never really hit you. So as you lay there with a fluttering heart, you got to see every detail of the man that had stolen your heart without a second thought. There was a tiny cut on his cheek from the many fights he’d gotten in back in his highschool days, a small scar above his left brow from falling off his skateboard at the age of 14, and a tiny mole just under his lower lip.

A small laugh escapes you, leaning in to brush your nose against his own. The action proved to be too much when his eyes began to open. Sleepy sea green eyes met your own accompanied by a grin, “morning” he rasps out.

The corner of your lips lifts in a smirk, a hum coming from you as you snuggle closer to his chest. HIs chest rumbles with his light laugh, “I see your attitude is gone.” You bring a hand up, pinching his nipple and causing him to yelp and push you away, “Ow! Okay okay it’s just dormant i guess…”

You chuckle and worm your way back into his grasp, “I’ve missed you.” His heart skips, bringing a hand up to your face and steer it in his direction. He leans down, stopping half way to ask, “Is it cool if I… kiss you?”

It was a simple question, one that took your breath away at that. You hesitated, your brain trying and failing to come up with a response. So you did what you could.

You tug his shirt, smashing his lips to yours in a sweet and delicate kiss. His eyes grew wide, not expecting such a response, but decided to roll with it and kiss the person that had him completely whipped for the past two and a half years.

He pulled away with a giggle, “Damn that was worth the wait.”

“Wait what?”

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[starricksmoustache]

At the heart of the Ocean: Chapter 1

Here it is, the first chapter! Hope you enjoy! This was especially hard to write, I had some things in mind bu didn’t know how to put it down in words, so if anything seems weird I welcome constructive criticism.

a/n; the reader character will appear in the next chapter!

PAIRING: spartan!Hwiyoung x siren!reader

GENRE: fantasy, angst, smut

WARNINGS: major character deaths, swearing, sex, alcohol

WORD COUNT: 1714

SUMMARY: Creatures of all kinds inhabit the vast oceans, that’s what makes it such a scary place. Curiousness and greed is a curse and lead many to their deaths. Humans became corrupted over time and for that the mighty Gods’ and Goddesses’ of the Olympus created the siren; a mesmerizing womanly creature born to lure and eat those who dare find what shall not be. Men and women both alike have sailed into the Aegean Sea with the promise of riches made to last a lifetime, only to leave their families without a father, mother, sister or a brother.Over the years the people of Greece learned to not sail into the ocean in fear of what the God’s might do. Youngkyun, a man born in a Spartan family was destined to become a warrior since birth. He was by now 19 and ready to serve his king in the army by his father’s side, the general.

The next day Youngkyun woke up with a light headache. Looking to his right he saw a woman, a blanket covered most of her body but considering his own state he’s pretty sure she isn’t wearing any clothes. The more he took in his surroundings, he felt a strong sense of regret; this had been a stupid choice. He hadn’t drank much the night before so he couldn’t blame the alcohol, only his own stupidity.

Sneakily he stood up and put on his robes as well as the armor, except the helmet. Checking the window he guessed that it was late in the morning, his father and Leonidas would, no doubt, be awake by now.

“Ahhh there he is! We were waiting for you to discuss our plans.” The king was obviously skilled since he Youngkyun was there even without turning around.

“Yes sir. I apologize, I got a bit ahead of myself last night. It will not be repeated!” Youngkyun was ashamed but didn’t let it show on his expressions, instead he looked determined like the words he had said were meant for him more than the king himself.

“It’s okay son. Under other circumstances I wouldn’t let my soldiers get distracted but days before war need to be morale-boosting, I can’t have my men thinking about the women he wants to fuck while lives are on the line.” Youngkyun nodded and felt some kind of relief that he hadn’t really done anything wrong, it was just scandalous considering his position and his father.

“May I ask where my father is, I’m guessing he should be here while we discuss strategies?”

“I’m right here, and I see you’ve finally decided to join us. To spare time I won’t even ask let’s just get straight to business.”

“Yes sir!” It didn’t feel weird anymore for Youngkyun to call his father “Sir” or “General”. They had never really had a loving relationship, the love was there, it just wasn’t acknowledged -that was the women's job. Youngkyun used to call him father, he still does sometimes but ever since he officially started training for his position in the army the general had been strict about sticking to the rules and that also meant calling people by their position.

Some time later everyone on the board had gathered and the plans were discussed one last time now that the General was there to review it and come with suggestions.

Xerxes and the Persians had many disadvantages among them their swords were shorter and their armor weaker. The Persians didn’t specialize in war like the Spartans did, but they had one advantage; they were many.

“Men, prepare the horses, we’ll ride when the sun sets. General you shall stay!” Youngkyun had followed the others outside on the kings orders, but under the meeting he had observed Leonidas, he had seemed distracted. Youngkyun then decided to do something so utterly stupid, if he was to be caught not only would he be severely punished but his father would also have to answer to his crimes. Youngkyun was going to eavesdrop on his father and Leonidas conversation. As soon as anyone was out of sight he hid behind a wall. It was hard to hear but he could make out bits and bits of their conversation.

“-we don’t have a choice, this must be done!”

“Leonidas there must be some other way! Just postpone this I’ll take you to Delphi again, the Oracle could be wrong!”

“And wait for what? For Xerxes and his men to keep killing our men and raping our women? My decision is final, it’s either me sacrificing myself or let this great nation fall to the knees of the Persians. I’m telling you this as brothers in arms, I’m giving you the chance to back away - to take your son and run. The Oracle saw the truth and no Spartan is getting out alive!”

“No, I’ll stay.”

“Then it’s decided we’ll ride at nightfall.”

Youngkyun quickly moved away from the door, right now he had to focus on not getting caught.

By the time he could hear the door opening, he was too far  away for anyone to suspect him of doing something he shouldn’t . All by himself now, he took in what was said during the meeting. It wasn’t hard to figure out that they were walking into a lost battle, the Oracle of Delphi had seen what was to happen. Youngkyun was scared, not of him losing his life, but for his platoon to be depleted. 300 unsuspecting men were walking right into their demise.

He felt heavy, he knew that he couldn’t say anything. All that was left was to fight for Sparta, his family and himself.

“Men, we have ridden to Athen, we have gathered the Greek troops and we have arrived. My scouts have told me that there’s a pass not far from here, there we will perform our formations and lure the Persians in. Not everyone will come back home, but fear not. As long as you keep faith in your brothers and in the Gods, you will ascend. THIS IS SPARTA!”

“THIS IS SPARTA!” Everyone roared following the kings speech.

The five days they had been riding had been tiring, only stopping to eat and sleep meant having to be on guard 90% of the time and it consumed lots of energy But now they were there, at the pass.

A scout soldier had ridden ahead, he had reported that the Persians were to arrive in half a day. Time was short and they would have to prepare quickly with the little energy left. Having traps placed around the pass meant that they would be able to rest more and not focus solely on battle.

“INCOMING!” A lookout called. Everyone immediately took their place. Youngkyun was in arrow position on top of the hill and together with the others brought out his bow.

“On my signal you will shoot. Aim...Steady…………..SHOOT!” And they did. At least a hundred persians must’ve fallen to the fiery arrows. Once again the commander called for them to shoot. This strategy was effective but the arrows would soon end and that would mean that they would have to fight ‘mano a mano’ with swords and shields.

The arrows did as predicted not last long and thousands of Persians were still incoming. The strategy had been changed by using a few men as bait and locking in small groups of Persians to the small pass.

The king had since long seen that they would be overwhelmed so he had asked for Youngkyun to stay back.

Youngkyun never heard Leonidas say that one Spartan was destined to survive, that his fate waited somewhere else. He had although selfishly, decided to keep Youngkyun from harm without it seeming suspicious.

“Son I need you to lead the Greeks away, this is not their destiny.” he had said. And with a look towards the sky he thought back to what the Oracle had said; when the sun sets behind the highest mountain your time is out.

He turned towards the mountains and there it was, the last rays were slightly visible on horizon.

“NOW! RUN!”

“B- but no I can’t”

“Just obey please. I know you know about my fate, but your fate is to live, now go.”

Youngkyun ran, he ran for his life and he gathered the all the Greeks he could, telling them to retreat and warn their king in Athen.

He was about to turn back around and help the other his brother but was he saw was devastating. The Persians were too many, most of his people had fallen to their swords. In the middle of the battlefield he could see two shadows, the greatest fighters; King Leonidas and his father.

Youngkyun then did something he would forever regret, he ran towards them.

The general could see the familiar silhouette running foolishly out on the battlefield, but his sharp eyes had also caught the bow and arrow aimed towards his son so he did what any father would do.

“LOOK OUT FOR THE SHOOTER!” His warning had distracted the shooter who now had him in his sight instead.

“FATHER!”

It went so fast, the arrow caught his leg and he was down in an instant. Youngkyuns legs went to a stop. His father had been shot in his place. The arrow wound itself wouldn’t be fatal but the incoming soldier sure would. A shout in his direction took Youngkyun back to reality.

“-need to get him off the field! I’ll cover you! YOUNGKYUN!” On shaky legs he took a stance and ran again to his father's aid. Two other soldier helped carry him all the while blocking incoming attacks.

The safest place was the cliff looking down on the ocean. And that's where they put the general down, behind a rock.

Once they were in a safe place the adrenalin had died down and Youngkyun finally grasped the situation; his father would soon die. In fact every single one of them would except himself.

“Son.” Nothing.

“Son, take a look at me.” With a heavy heart Youngkyun looked, he was met with his father looking the worst he ever had seen him. A pale mess is what he had become. The helmet had been removed earlier and there you could see the eyes, not the lively ones he had always known, no these were dropping and threatening to close every now and then.

“We don’t have long, we both know this so I will be clear. Don’t return home, it’s too dangerous. Make your way to Lesbos and tell them what happened here. You then need to make your way to the Olympus. I can’t tell you what you need to do you will know. But be careful. And for God’s sake, I love you son.”

“I love you too father, b-” Youngkyun couldn’t finish his sentence before someone shouted that the Persians were ascending the the hill. The General then stood up despite the wound.

“Just go son, we will meet again when time decides it” And with that Youngkyun was pushed down the cliff and into the water. 

The last thing he saw was his father raising his sword .

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