#myths x reader

[zaynesaurora]

ʟ&ᴅꜱ ! reaction to you sending a nude — (MDNI)

a/n: underboob mentioned once, otherwise gender neutral!

ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ ! desperately tries to steer the coversation away from your unpromted image, going through his typical questioning of your day- have you ate, drank water? did you sleep? You humour him of course and he thinks he's successfull in his mission until you directly ask him about it again. He shifts in his swivelling chair, rolling himself backward so he can adjust the tightening material covering his crotch- ' You're beautiful, darling', glasses pressing into the bridge of his nose when he drops his face into his palm.

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ ! fumbles with his phone between both hands when he opens your message and the swell of your underboob peaks from under the contact name- phone dropping to the floor, screen up and the full image on show when his clumsy fingers enlarge the picture instead of locking his device. He's never moved so fast in his life, knee's cracking as he plummets to the ground shortly after- face reddening, brain running into over drive because now he has to find a bathroom, quick.

ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ ! zooms in, inspects every nook and cranny before sending you a nine square colour pallet in return- met by utter confusion on your end. You send him full frontal nudity, spread wide and he sends colours back? is this what true humility feels like? - phone buzzing in your hand when he sends a follow up, ' thank you for the new swatches baby! your nipples are a pretty colour btw'. You don't hear from him for a few hours. He's too busy working. So he says.

— bonus—

ᴄᴀʟᴇʙ ! barely misses a beat before sending one back, shirt caught between his teeth and hand proudly holding himself at full mast- ' I was just thinking about you too, I guess the feelings mutual?' god he's so horny. You can't even call him out, not when you were infact thinking about him.

[celesterayel]

midnight secrets | luke castellan

pairing : luke castellan x nyx!reader

request: can you write about luke and a daughter of nyx? <33

IN WHICH — he knows only one true thing: you put all the stars to shame.

"now I just wanna stay here and fall into midnight. Want nobody else now, only you, feel right" - a.

w.c. 1.9k

warning(s) : soft ゜✭・.

✩ ‧₊˚ author's note can you tell when I was younger I had fallen in love with the night and the idea of it? cuz I did. very much so, I'd say. also water, always loved the concept of it--the fragility and softness of it, like a balm against my skin.

long, long ago you learned of the sea of stars and their stories, from which rose their beginning and end. the stars were beings of heat and fire; they were beautifully mortal and alive.

they danced upon the domain of zeus; showering the sky with lights when night fell and befitting the world with their glow.

but as the sands of time bade the next and the corners of the sky dulled, the toll of living and breathing became too much. and so in the vast space of nothingness among the empty silence, the stars took on the duty of protecting a human and god: following where they might go, to every lifetime and universe as if they could erase the tragedy of the divine that swam through their blood.

and when each stars’ child died and their soul followed its ache to finally rest, the star would fall out of the sky in a blazing trail of destruction and divinity to taste freedom one last time and meet them in the next life.

there had been something raw and gruesomely alive about the stars when you learned of the story and so everyday, you’d trapeze the mortal line between night and sleep to watch them in absolution. you yearned to find an answer as to why? why would such immortal and imposing celestial beings like the stars willingly ruin themselves for us humans, for us beings that hungered for war and found pain like a symphony?

you learned your answer when you met luke castellan, your own tragic star who would follow you when the blood of the gods stopped flowing through your veins and your existence came to its calamitous end.

you had spent most of your life curiously confused as if there was something missing that made you feel broken; a piece of the puzzle that made drizzles seem like hurricanes and everything seem like an unsolvable mystery, constantly itching at your skin as if you just needed to pull back the layers and scratch.

and then, one day it stopped.

the buzzling in your head faded and you seem to finally just be.

luke castellan was the rain before the storm, the pain before the raw scream; every fatal, holy thing that meant absolution and destruction in the same manner. a price you were willing to pay if it meant loving him.

and you did–love him that is. every part of you ached with love for your golden boy who had weathered storms like they were his prison and had wanted like it was a fatal wound that might never heal.

you first met the golden castellan boy nearly a year after coming to camp where you were claimed to be a child of the night and stars, the goddess nyx; an absolution of divinity that you would be every dark, enchanting thing he would know. you were the only thing that would allow the hurt in him to finally cease its dance and just allow him to simply be.

while the blood of the gods flowed through your veins, the peace only night could bring was your cover. it was every paceless sleep spent at the docks praying to your mother for one more star to keep its dance, it was heaven and heartbreak in the same measure.

when both man and monster fell to slumber, it was the knowing that eventually everyone would cease their dance sooner or later.

people would watch you like you were a painting come to life as the moon basked you in waves of starlight and the forest came to life in your presence. when the night grew tired of its waiting and the stars lost their way, it was you coaxing them back to life to the restlessness all beings underwent.

you were a creature of presence and peaceful destruction, misfortune and desire–every loud, unsaintly thing the brown-eyed, dimpled boy had thought.

and he was your exact opposite: bold, bright and charming like the sun. it was as if hermes had threaded gold through his veins and ichor had poured forth to create whatever celestial thing luke was. a type of burn only the sun could bring when you went off to your death.

the night had settled upon the camp long ago and so nothing but the loudness of silence and pensive dreams continued its echo. except for the child of the night and her sun who seem to find balance between the bumbling and the glow of the soft moon.

luke grabbed your hand and threaded his fingers, clutching you tightly as if you’d disappear with the breeze and never return.

he guided you to the docks where the river reflected back the divinity of the night sky and lapped gentle waves against the shore. you sat side by side, silently basking in the quiet.

breaking the silence, he asked, “what’s wrong?”

what was wrong? you didn’t quiet know. there was just a sort of cloak of discomfort that had settled over you that you couldn’t seem to shake off.

“do you ever wonder what’ll happen next?”

you settled his hand in your lap and grabbed it like it was a lifeline, tethering your aching body back to the living when all you wanted was to fade. he only rubbed the back of your knuckle, soothing the skin and the bone-deep itch all at once.

you turn to gaze at him, and suddenly you were jealous of the moon and how it shined so beautifully on him like it was made for him to bask under.

he turns to look at you, “before no. now…every moment, i begin to think what makes us so different from humans that we suffer tragedy while they can live how they please and without the cruelty of the gods. I think about what will happen when i finally pass on from this life to wherever my soul may go.”

you don’t think you could handle leaving this world after him. it was a type of pain that would kill you inside out, you decided. you knew it.

there is vulnerability in him that speaks out, “and then i dream that none of that matters because someday you and i make it out of here. out of this place and away from gods and monsters.”

you only grab his other hand and the one you currently have trapped and place a kiss upon each of the palms, embedding all the affection you have for him in that moment. it is something so humanely lived that the world stops moving and the gods see a love for the ages.

he plucks you up from his side and merely places you in his lap, wrapping you tightly in arms like there is no war spreading and reaching it’s claws from the horizon toward the two of you.

you simply close your eyes, soaking in the boy who's holding you like you are a divine being.

“open your eyes and show me the stars, pretty girl.”

all he can think is the moon and stars, which you've fallen in love with so many times has nothing against you. and suddenly your staring the biggest star in the face, wondering if in another life you were the moon and he was the sun king.

but when he kisses you, you realize no. he is simply the star that will follow you when your bodies turn to ash, being picked up by the breeze. and there is only the secret that luke castellan would allow himself a thousand years of destruction if it meant following you where ever you go.

you two are simply a star and his love.

[on-my-vigilante-sht]

Immortal Danger

Apollo x DaughterofDemeter!Reader

Summary: Apollo marries a half-blood without realizing how dangerous it can be.

Warning: PJO universe but no real PJO plot, (kind of) smut, threats, monsters, Ares slander

Word Count: 4.7K

Masterlist | Part 2

A/N Sam Claflin is my personal headcanon for Apollo and if he isn’t cast for the Titan’s Curse season I’m gonna cry

“Am I even allowed to be here?” I asked as Apollo and I materialized in his home on Mount Olympus.

“Probably not but Demeter’s already gonna be pissed when she finds out we eloped in Vegas,” Apollo smiles, pulling me down onto the couch. I laughed as he did so, taking a chance to look around. I was in awe. The ceiling to the sitting room was just a giant skylight and the sun seemed to perpetually shine through it. There were balconies in the column of the sun, revealing the upper levels of the extravagant manor decorated in gold.

“This place is incredible,” I said in awe.

“Yeah, Annabeth did a great job with the remodel. And it’s all yours,” he swore, his lips brushing against my cheek. “Everything that’s mine is also yours.”

“Really?” I challenged teasingly. “Then can I drive the sun chariot.”

He faltered. “Well… after Thalia, I don’t think-”

“I’m joking,” I assured him. “I don’t want to torch Antarctica. Or make North Africa freeze over.”

“I’ll give you lessons some day,” he promised. “Maybe when you’re a goddess and that human nervousness about dying instinct fades.” I laughed before he sprung up. “C’mon,” he said, pulling me up from the couch. “I wanna show you the bedroom.”

“Very subtle,” I chided him.

“I know,” he agreed with a cocky smile as he began climbing the stairs. “But you’re my wife now.” We went up so many levels I was beginning to get tired but Apollo was already practically dragging me up the stairs. When we went to a set of double doors I thought we were done with the stairs but there was one more flight. I followed him up, eyes widening as I realized his room made up the entire top floor.

There was a circle in the floor covered by glass with a view to the sitting room, allowing the sun to shine through the whole house. But the ceiling of the room itself was a glass dome, flooding the whole room with light. Surprisingly, it wasn’t ridiculously hot but that’s a perk of being the sun god. Several plants grew in various pots around the room—I had a sneaking suspicion he added them recently—and the walls were lined with various weapons, mostly bows and arrows. The bed itself was tucked into a sort of alcove, with pillows lining the edge of it, leaning up against the walls so as to make the whole alcove a soft bed. I noticed curtains hanging in front of the bed to shield it from the rest of the room, as well as a contraption above it against the glass probably to block the light from above.

Apollo came up next to me. “I know you’re a light sleeper so I had the curtains put in to block out the light.”

“This is incredible,” I said in awe. “But uh- do gods sleep?”

“We don’t have to but I love sleeping,” he smiled. “It’s one of the best things humans invented.”

I stepped closer to the bed, reaching down to feel the soft mattress. “Gods, do you know how long it’s been since I slept in a bed that wasn’t a twin size mattress?” I asked. Even though at 24 I was far older than any of the other campers at Camp Half-Blood, I had to stay there as the outside world had become too dangerous for me. Once I turned 22, Chiron finally let me have a room in The Big House because even the oldest campers besides for me were still around 17.

“Well,” Apollo began, getting closer until I was laying down on the mattress and his face was so close to mine I could see the gold flecks in his eyes, “I was thinking we’d consummate our marriage in this bed before sleeping,” he suggested, kissing me.

“I’d be open to that,” I laughed, kissing him back. Using godly strength, he managed to wrap an arm around my waist before pulling me up closer to the middle of the bed so our feet weren’t hanging off. As he kissed me, I could feel his hand find the zipper on the back of my wedding dress. But just as he started to bring it down, there was a bell and a shout.

“Apollo?” a masculine voice called through the house.

Our lips parted, and he rested his forehead on mine with a groan. “I hate him.”

“Who is it?” I asked.

“Hermes. Look, he can’t see you. He and I are cool now but he still can’t see you.”

“Okay,” I agreed. “I’ll just stay here.”

He nodded, pressing a kiss to my forehead before running downstairs to an incessant Hermes. As he went down the stairs I watched in amazement as his tux transformed into a t-shirt and shorts. Once he left I started looking around the room more, wary of the giant glass circle in the middle of the room. I went up to the weapons, finding various plaques describing what momentous kill each weapon was responsible for. A little bit self obsessed to have in your bedroom but, hey, that’s Apollo.

As the gods moved to the sitting room I could hear them through the glass. “I know you’ve been dating a demigod,” Hermes’ voice came. “Chiron just sent a distress signal about a missing half-blood.”

“So…?” Apollo’s voice came, trying to act nonchalant.

“I’m saying that the girl you’ve been dating is the missing half-blood. Chiron is worried sick because apparently she’s powerful but will attract a lot of monsters. And Ares is still pissed at you for putting an arrow through him during World War I. She could be in danger of him while not under Dionysus’ protection.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, man. I haven’t seen her in a few weeks.”

“I haven’t known you to go even two days without seeing the person you’re dating.” I could hear the accusing tone in Hermes’s voice. And Apollo knew he was backed into a corner.

“Yeah well, dating a half-blood is hard. Chiron and Dionysus have her on lockdown. And do you know what Demeter would do to me? You remember how she lost it when Persephone ran off with Hades. How am I going to explain that I’m dating her half-human daughter?”

“Well you better pray Ares doesn’t find out about her or he’ll probably kill her just to piss you off.” Kill me?

“Look I’m going to have father turn her into a goddess soon anyway. She’ll be fine.”

“You’re awfully nonchalant about your little human going missing. Is it because she’s actually here?” Hermes accused.

“No!” Apollo said unconvincingly.

“Y/N!” Hermes called. “I know you’re here. Come on out.” I froze. What do I do? Obey the god or obey the other god?

“She’s not here and even if she was, she’d listen to what I said.” I didn’t move, contemplating whether or not I should hide.

“Fine, then you won’t mind if I check your bedroom.”

Σκατά. I could just hide in one of the many other rooms in the house. Hermes probably wouldn’t take the time to check every room. But once I reached the top of the stairs, the door at the bottom opened revealing a very pissed Hermes and distressed Apollo. Curse godly teleportation.

Hermes turned to Apollo. “Wanna do some explaining?” he asked sarcastically, observing my white dress. I just backed away, giving them space to come up the stairs. “Seriously, man. She could be killed because you married her and brought her here without permission,” Hermes explained as they walked up the stairs.

“But no one else is going to know because you’re not gonna tell them,” Apollo said, getting in between me and Hermes. “Right?”

He sighed. “Hi Y/N, congrats on getting married,” he finally greeted me.

“Thanks,” I answered hesitantly.

“Why is she even here?” he asked Apollo.

“Well, we were supposed to go talk to Zeus but I’m working the courage back up,” he laughed awkwardly. Hermes gave him an unamused look. “What? I’ve been single for millennia and then I’m just going to go up to father like ‘Hey, I finally decided to get married. By the way, it’s to a half-blood can you make her immortal too?’”

“So why is she still here?”

“Well Chiron has almost walked in on us having se- OW!” I cut him off with a pinch to his side. “What?” he asked, turning to me.

I could feel the heat rushing to my face now. “Shut up,” I chided him.

“Hermes of all people gets it!” he insisted, slinging an arm around my shoulders. “You can’t honestly say you’ve never brought a girl to Olympus. Like Penelope? Pan’s mother. Because Odysseus would’ve tried to murder you had he walked in on you two.”

“That’s different!” Hermes insisted.

“How?”

Hermes tried to think of an answer for a few minutes before he gave up. “Fine, whatever. But either get her back to camp or tell Zeus what’s going on before anyone else can get their hands on her.” He left no room for argument because he quite literally disappeared in a flash of light that second. Thankfully Apollo had the foresight to cover my eyes for me because Hermes had turned into a ball of light before I could react.

My husband sighed as he looked down at me. “I guess I should return you, huh? I’m sorry I just can’t face Zeus today.”

I smiled softly at him. Truthfully I was in no rush for immortality. I wasn’t quite ready to leave my life behind either way but when Apollo burst into my bedroom declaring that today was the day, I just went with it. Reaching a hand up to cup his jaw I leaned up to kiss him. “Whatever you want, you’re the one who has to take responsibility,” I reasoned.

“Thank you,” he murmured, capturing my lips. “Do you think you can be missing for just a couple more hours?” he asked, pulling away from me.

“Probably,” I agreed. He was immediately scooping my legs up before dropping me onto the bed.

My new husband spent the entire night drawing orgasms out of me until I finally got him to stop. That was the thing about gods, sometimes they didn’t know when to stop because they didn’t always understand human limitations.

I was still breathing heavily from my last peak when I fell asleep on Apollo’s chest, so exhausted.

~

Despite the fact that the sun was down, Apollo could still see his new wife clearly through the moonlight streaming through the glass ceiling. He had laid there for hours, admiring her relaxed features and reveling in the touch of her skin on his. It was nearly five o’ clock and he’d have to get up soon. As nice and sunny as summer was, he hated having to get up so early to get the sun chariot ready.

He gently stroked the hair away from her face, pressing the lightest kiss against her forehead so as not to disturb her. Sitting up, he rearranged the pillows and blankets to cover her before sliding off the bed. He threw on some clothes, leaving a t-shirt for his wife when she woke up before disappearing to the moors of England. Humans thought the sun was always going around the world in a circle but for the west, the sun began in England because that’s where the dividing line fell between the east and the west.

Setting up the sun chariot to do it’s course, Apollo set it off, watching it crest up in the sky like every day. Before he could turn to leave he sensed a new presence behind him. Turning, he found a very smug looking Ares. Trying to play it cool, Apollo smiled. “What are you doing here, brother?”

“I heard about a missing camper,” Ares began. “And then Aphrodite told me about a certain marriage certificate. Filed both on Earth and Mount Olympus.” Apollo cursed internally, that wasn’t supposed to be sent to Olympus for another week. The one time bureaucracy was efficient.

“Ares…” he began, intending to work out some sort of deal but the god of war interrupted him.

“I don’t know where you’re keeping her but until she’s immortal, she’s fair game to kill.”

“You really wanna piss off Demeter like that?” Apollo challenged, hoping her mother could provide her a little protection if he couldn’t.

Ares shrugged. “She has plenty of other children. And it’s not like I’m killing Persephone.” Demeter’s first daughter truly was the apple of her eye. She loved her demigod children but she’d get over their deaths. “Should’ve thought about this before you decided to put an arrow through me in 1918,” Ares sneered.

“That was like a hundred years ago!” Apollo insisted. “Don’t put her in the middle of this. She didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Should’ve thought about the consequences of your actions before you fell in love with a demigod,” the god of war taunted before disappearing in a flash of light.

The sun god let out an enraged grunt before transporting to his house. He practically ripped open the curtains surround the bed to make sure his bride was still there. He let out the biggest sigh of relief seeing her still laying there, unharmed. But now she was stirring due to the sudden light flooding her eyes.

~

I groaned as the sun hit my eyes and a body came to lay next to me. “I’m sorry,” Apollo said, crawling into his spot next to me. “I really wish you could go back to sleep but you need to be back at camp now,” he said. I could now hear the urgency in his voice as I opened my eyes.

“Why? What happened?” I asked, sitting up.

“Look, I uh- may not have thought this marriage all the way through,” he said nervously, handing me a shirt.

My heart dropped and pain flooded my body. “What?” I asked. I cursed myself, I knew it was too good to be true. I thought that after seeing each other for five years he was being honest about wanting to marry me. But I guess five years to an immortal god is the equivalent to a week for a human.

Apollo turned, finding my hurt expression. “No!” he immediately tried to clear up. “No it’s the fact that you’re in danger now. I don’t regret you. I’m so happy you’re my wife now and that you will be forever. I just didn’t think about the other gods’ reactions.”

“Oh,” I said quietly, relief washing over me.

“I could never regret you,” he said, coming over to sit beside me. “I love you. So much,” he swore, pressing me into his chest.

“Is this about Ares?” I asked. He suddenly froze. “I overheard you and Hermes downstairs,” I explained.

“Yes, but I swear to you nothing’s gonna happen to you. You just have to stay at camp. Ares won’t harm you if you’re in Dionysus’ territory,” he said urgently. If his grave tone was any indication, I was in serious danger. “I’m gonna talk to Zeus. We’re already married and I consulted the Fates when I met you so he’ll probably approve your immortality,” he rushed out, handing me shorts to throw on.

I was at a complete loss of what to say so I said the only thing I could think of. “Okay, I trust you.”

He smiled, lightly grasping either side of my jaw. “We have to go. I’m gonna transport with you just outside of camp. The other campers won’t be able to see me but you’re gonna say you snuck out to visit your dad because you were… I don’t know… having a hard time being the only adult at camp?” he suggested.

I nodded, grasping his hand. Immediately we were standing on the side of a familiar rural road. I looked up at the hill in front of me, just over it was Camp Half-Blood. Turning, I found nothing next to me but Apollo’s hand still intertwined in mine was proof he was still there.

He untangled his fingers from mine and gave me a gentle push on my back to encourage me to walk. I did so hesitantly, slowly walking up the hill. As I spotted the gates of camp. Stood on either side of the arch, were two campers in full battle armor. I could hear an indistinct yell as I approached. Probably alerting Chiron to my reemerged presence.

When I finally reached the “safety” of camp I could sense that Apollo was gone. He had kept a few paces behind me but disappeared once I got past Thalia’s former tree. Meanwhile, there was a new threat currently facing me as both Chiron and Mr. D stared down at me disapprovingly. They so rarely agreed with each other and Mr. D so rarely even bothered to pay attention to us that I knew I was in deep shit. “Y/N,” Chiron said like he was scolding his 16 year old daughter, “come with me.” He turned, trotting away as I followed after him like this was a walk of shame. Dionysus just disappeared.

Once I finally reached the Big House, I spotted Mr. D and a woman in the room. She radiated warmth and life despite the rage coming off of her. “Mother?” I asked.

“How could you!” she immediately yelled. “You were seeing a god behind everyone’s back? Not just any god, Apollo,” she spat angrily. “And then next I hear you’re married to him?” she asked in disbelief. “Y/N, do you know what you’ve gotten yourself into? I’ve already lost one daughter to a god. I won’t lose another one.”

Had I not been speaking to a goddess I would’ve lashed out at her. It’s not like she was ever really there for me. How can you lose someone you’ve never been there for? “You’re not gonna lose me,” I insisted, biting my tongue. “You haven’t lost Persephone either, she’s only in the Underworld for a few months. I will be on Olympus with you.”

“Locked in Apollo’s morally depraved sex mansion,” she spat, clearly upset. My jaw nearly dropped, I was so shocked she actually said that.

“Demeter, as valid as your worries are,” Dionysus reluctantly said, “there is the more pressing matter of Ares trying to murder your daughter. And he’ll keep trying until Zeus grants her immortality.”

“Are those boys still fighting about the arrow in 1918?” Demeter demanded.

“Wait, Ares wants to kill me because Apollo shot him?” I asked.

“Yes, it was an accident but Ares never forgot. Especially because it allowed the Allied powers to win. At the time, Ares was kind of betting on Germany to be the next big thing but then when the Allies all blamed it on Germany, Ares wasn’t happy.” Chiron clarified. “And he wants to destroy Apollo’s happiness in revenge.”

“I don’t want you seeing him,” my mother suddenly demanded, still hyper-focused on the wrong topic. Even Chiron and Mr. D rolled their eyes at that. “He’s a no good playboy.”

“We’re already married. I’m not gonna just stop seeing him. And I knew what I was getting myself into. I made sure he actually wanted a relationship with me before I got attached.”

“Oh please-”

“He married me, didn’t he?” I interrupted.

“Demeter, if it’s any consolation he does seem to genuinely be in love with her,” Chiron defended me. “Apollo has never married in all the millenniums he’s lived. He has finally settled down.”

She looked reluctant to accept his argument but didn’t say anything else.

“S-so what do I do now that Ares wants to kill me?” I asked. “Apollo said that he wouldn’t touch me under your protection,” I looked at Mr. D.

The god of wine still looked reluctant to participate in all this. “Well technically camp belongs to all the gods and I cannot ensure your safety. Besides, Ares has never minded breaking a few rules of war. I’ll have to bring you to a more secure place whilst Apollo tries to convince Zeus.”

Demeter sighed. “I will go help him too but after you are immortalized we are discussing your living arrangement,” she said with a stern finger. Before I could reluctantly agree she was gone.

“Come,” Chiron said with a hand on my back. “You must pack only your essentials. Then Dionysus will take you to the convent you’ll be staying at.”

“Convent?” I asked, stopping in my tracks.

“Well, I am the god of cults,” Mr. D reasoned from behind me. “I have a few of my followers there but enough real nuns to disguise you. You’ll be safe there.”

~

I was only at the convent for two days before I was in danger again.

I had been getting along fairly well with the other nuns. Except for one. Her name was Peggy and she seemed too friendly and was always trying to be alone with me. With this being a place that housed Dionysus’ followers I thought nothing of it until I found myself alone with her.

I had been doing my daily chores of dusting the entire convent when Peggy entered the room I was in. I thought nothing of it until I heard the lock click into place. When I turned I didn’t find the nun, I found a gorgon with a grotesque smile on her face. “Daughter of Demeter, I hadn’t expected to see you here. I heard about your little predicament.” I glanced to the open window across the room. If I could just get outside I could trap the gorgon in nature. “Poor Apollo will be so heartbroken when he realizes his bride is dead before he was even able to give her immortality.”

Grabbing a lamp, I hurled it at the monster while she was still talking. It bounced harmlessly off her, shattering but I was already throwing myself through the window. Jumping through a second story window face first probably wasn’t the best idea but I needed to get her onto the ground. As I hit the ground I felt my wrist crack but I didn’t even have time to consider it because the gorgon was bursting through the window after me. She barely missed jumping on top of me but I rolled out of her path. As she was still regaining her bearings I willed the roots of the earth to wrap around her.

Thousands of roots sprung up from the ground tangling each other and the gorgon until they secured her. Any monster worth their myth could cut through my vines but they would come so fast that the monster couldn’t keep up until they were immobilized by the earth. Once the gorgon stopped moving and had just become an unrecognizable mass of weeds, I willed them to pull her into the ground. I’m sure it was a horrific way to die, having every nutrient in your body sucked out of you from underground until you could only become a pile of ichor that would remain in the earth forever.

As soon as I sensed that her life force was gone, I allowed some vines to wrap around my wrist, using the resources of the earth to heal my broken bones. As I let out a sigh of relief at the pain subsiding, I saw a faint flash of light. Now standing a hundred feet away from me were twin brothers, each standing around six feet tall, in full Greek battle armor. I knew enough about mythology and the context of my situation to know that these were Phobos and Deimos. If they weren’t standing between me and the convent I’d try to run there for safety.

“I’m so glad that gorgon was here,” Phobos said. “If it weren’t for you using your powers we never would have found you.”

Σκατά. Well, I just took down a gorgon, I could imprison these two. I let the earth crawl up their shins but they both just looked at each other with smiles before bursting into flames. Their explosion was so violent it threw me back a few feet.

I let out a groan as pain exploded in my body. Peeling open my eyes, I found the earth underneath their feet scorched and they were laughing. I tried to grow vines around myself to pull me into the earth as protection but a blade was suddenly cutting through them and I was being pulled up by my guimpe. Curse these stupid nun outfits.

“Wait, wait, please,” I begged.

“Too bad for you we don’t get to kill you,” Deimos taunted in my face, still holding me by the guimpe. “Ares is gonna torture you to death and send the footage to your husband.”

I did the only thing I could think of. I spat in his face.

“Ew!” he yelled, dropping me to the ground. I wasted no time tearing off into the woods, barely paying attention to Phobos berating his twin.

I continued on, tearing through the woods to get far enough. Seeing a flash of light, I turned the other way, trying to escape Phobos and Deimos long enough so I could hide. “Y/N!” I heard a familiar yell but I didn’t bother to stop. For all I knew, that was one of the twins playing tricks on me.

As I tried to jump over a branch my skirt got caught, sending me to the ground with a crash. Again, curse these nun outfits. Before I could get up though, there was a weight on me. I immediately began screaming and thrashing, assuming it was either Phobos or Deimos but two hands on my face made me look straight ahead. I calmed down realizing it was Apollo currently sitting on top of me.

“Hey, hey, you’re safe,” he assured me. “It’s just me.” As I started calming down, he pulled the veil off my head. “There we go,” he soothed, pulling me up from the ground. As he was still trying to calm me down, Phobos and Deimos appeared behind him. He whirled around, pushing my body behind his. “Zeus granted her immortality. She is under his protection!”

“What we don’t know can’t be held against us,” Phobos laughed.

But before he could do anything, I found myself in a new place. Olympus, I recognized it. Staring up in awe at all the thrones and the magnificent room made of marble. Eleven gods sat around me, including Ares. A completely golden throne that seemed to shimmer was empty.

I looked around, ensuring my head was bowed to all the gods—especially Ares—I finally reached Zeus, falling to my knee.

“Y/N L/N,” Zeus’ booming voice seemed to echo across the room. “You have been granted immortality by the virtue of your husband, Apollo. With the approval of myself and the fates. I hereby grant you goddess status: Y/N, goddess of healing, daughter of Demeter, and wife of Apollo.”

I don’t know what I was expecting but it was as if an unknown burden I didn’t know I had was lifted.

I stood, unsure what to do but all of a sudden a force was hitting me. As Apollo wrapped his arms around me I knew he had been what knocked into me. “My wife’s a goddess!” he yelled, still hugging me, much to the amusement of the other Olympians.

~

A/N I'm gonna be so fucking fr I had no plot going into this I just wanted to write about Apollo so if anyone has any suggestions or requests of a part 2 that ends this better I'm happy to write them

Masterlist | Part 2

[yournextbimbogf]

“Just take out all your stress on me kay?” Were the last words you said before you were in this position.

So here you were, bending in ungodly ways, panting, your eyes rolling back and drool slipping out of your lips. He strikes your ass yet again as he’s pounding you into oblivion.

“Fuckin’ ugh baby you feel so good, thank you again for letting me have at it with this pussy. How’d you know i was all stressed?” he groans out in pleasure. Your ass is now sore and thighs are tingling. The amount of creampies he gave you definitely made you fuzzy all over.

“Open up” he barks out. He puts his thick thumb into your mouth and lets you suck on it, of course he’s still pounding you almost balls deep. It was hypnotizing the way his cock goes in and out of your cream-filled pussy. Before this he had you on your knees playing with his balls and sucking his hung cock. He grabs you by your skull and pushes your head further into his cock as he watches you gag and choke on him, fat tears are rolling down your face and your lips are all swollen. Don’t worry though. He praises you the whole way so he doesn’t seem half as rude.

After sex he definitely lets you play and feed treats to Cerberus 🖤!

[normafuckingrockwell]

if evil why hot?

[hypnos333]

The Sun kiss

Apollo x Goddess Reader

Synopsis: You and Apollo are different in a lot of ways, moon and sun never went together until it did.

You tended the moon with your very being, most times you don’t have too because you have moon Nymphs for that but most times you like to do it yourself.

They were not meant to be romantic, they were just meant to be. All Apollos teasing and flirting really did flatter you. He was the god of the Sun and such and You were the goddess of the Moon and epitome of enigma. Your appearance match it too. Your moon like freckles with his sun-kissed looks goes perfectly well together and Apollo imagined this all the time.

You both made the sun and moon meet every once every while to see each other again.

You always admire him at dawn just to see him pull the sun up. And you always find it hot every time he does pull the sun up.

Every time he kisses you, your freckles glow brighter and then turn to a bright sun color instead of its original white. His kisses make you feel a certain way, a brighter feeling.

You always remember an argument that occurred, you forgot the reason but something Apollo said sticked out to you.

“Don’t you get it? You and me… We’re the same baby” Apollo argued making you gaped at him in disbelief

“No. Do you know what the difference is between us? I am full on darkness and silence and you are filled with light and happiness” You snap back crossing your arms.

“Oh my muse, I wish you can see what I see” He said in a gentle tone making you confused. Before shaking your head and turning to go handle the moon before midnight.

We’re the same… The sun kiss makes you different in a lot of ways, It makes you glow, your freckles more. So you went to test that theory, You pulled him into a kiss longer than usual making your freckles now half white half orange sunrise color.

“What the fuck” You said before looking at your form, you were confused. You felt different than before and Apollo knew why.

“Baby you are now in control of the sunset and sunrise with my help of course” He said making you look at him in curiosity.

“So I can touch the sun now?” You asked making him nod in excitement. “Of course my Muse” He answered excitedly.

“You can continue leading the moon though, I would never take your deity away but now you have another one to own with yours truly” Apollo explained Confidently. Making you pull him in another kiss.

“Thank you” You mumbled making his smile in a love sick way.

Anything for you, My Muse” He said back going in for another kiss

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I think awhile back you did glamrocks x child reader (platonic) saying their first words but I saw you didn't do the same with Sun and Moon,sooo could you possibly do sun and moon aswell pls?

-Greek myth anon 📜

Aw you remember those? They're ancient haha.

Here were those hcs for anyone who wants to read them

...........

Sun

"Sun! Bye-bye!"

At first, he didn't think much of it when you spoke, waving goodbye and going back to the tables after handing you over to your parent(s).

Yet they went up to him, and at first he thought they had a serious complaint.

Or maybe he accidentally gave them the wrong child.

But after revealing that you just said your first words, including his name, it clicks in his mind and he's SUPER overjoyed, bouncing on his heels and grinning.

"Oh my gosh I am SO proud of you, starshine!!" He coos, shaking your tiny little hands. "Keep up the great work!!"

If you ever come back to the Pizzaplex when you're older, he's never gonna let you forget that.

Moon

"M...Moon!"

"Yes, little firefly. I'm.....what's that look for?"

Moon stares at your bewildered guardian, who has to explain that they've been trying to get you to say your first words for weeks now, without much success.

You refused to say "Freddy" no matter how many times they've taken you to see him for photo-ops and events. Not even the bear himself could encourage you.

Yet within five seconds of meeting Moon for the first time...you said his name and were eager to go with him.

He's kinda shocked that you weren't immediately scared of him like all the other toddlers.

But he's happy (and definitely smug about it, bragging to Sun 100%).

"The children may like you more...but have any of them ever said their first word was "Sun"? I don't think so~"

[aristia-pjoheadcanons]

percy x gn!reader taking a hit for him and almost dying while fighting a villian? if this makes you uncomfy no need to do it!

Percy Jackson x Gn!reader taking a hit, while fighting and getting critically injured/near death experience

It happened before he saw it. He only heard you grunt as you made your blow on the 6-foot monster. Its talions scraping the earth as it lashed around trying to snag the duo--But given !reader´s size they had the upperhand by being able to duck between the monsters legs and tail--far away from its humongous claws. This was until it had managed to scrape its long claws in !readers direction, wounding their leg so their knees buckled unexpectedly. They staggered as they tried to maintain their alance, as they whipped their head around they were met with a giant hand that grabbed them and squeezed really hard around their torso. Percy lept forward and slashed its fingers off, setting the !reader free. But it hurts somewhere deep in their hest and everytime they took a breath it made a very weird scratchy-rattling noise.

Then they saw it, Percy trying to distract it by slashing it repeatedly, like what he had once done with the practicing-dummy, and he ran in circles to make it lose its breath--but when Percy jumped and rolled out of its way, the monsters tail hit Percy hard enough for him to slam into the nearest wall in the cave. that wall being a 10 meters away. By some miracle, there was a river nearby, in which Percy would heal himself with--but they couldnt help your instincts screaming to save him. The !reader dashed across the hard stoned floor and managed to get a bad, long claw mark puncturing the flesh and bones that were there while trying to protect Percy. They looked down and saw that the claws had been able to not only scrape the flesh, but also gone straight through t heir body. Their torso immedietly ingulfed in hot red. It burned. They were downed, but only for a moment, before Percy unleashed a godlike tsunami that knocked the monster back until it fell on its butt from the wave. The next moments are a bit of a blur since !reader were laying far away from the fight. But here we are.

Headcanons: (you didnt specify if it was friend or as lovers, so were doing a bit of both + neutral ones)

Percy abandoned riptide on the ground as he ran back towards !reader, his anger faded into true worry.

"Cmon, cmon!" he muttered, as he dug through a bag of medical supplies. but it was only filled with ambrosia and nectar, which wasnt that useful with holes in peoples bodies and usually only used for wounds. Either way,

Percy gave it to !reader to keep them atleast sane from the pain.

The reader would definetly be thrashing in pain and full on screaming.

Percy would be sweating more than any normal, greasy teenager on earth in that moment-his hands shaking with shock.

He would get flashbacks to when he had nightmares of Sally getting beat up, even though he never saw that happen. "Our little secret"-Gabe would tell Percy but who knew?, maybe Sally went through physical abuse too?

He pulled himself together, shaking his head, his hair tousled in the way !reader liked, only this wasnt the appropriate scenario to think about how his appearance was better-than-most-boys.

Percy lifted !readers body and ran out of the cave, stumbled only a tiny bit because his body cant keep up with his mind.

He would be thinking about the way back, following familiar landscaped.

The background would just smush together-so the !reader wouldnt really know if Percy was getting close to somewhere with proper supplies.

Percy glanced down with a panicked expression and a frown while the !reader gurgled (trying to talk but its futile).

At some point !reader would choke on their own blood and Percy would stop almost slipping on the grass, lifting your torso a bit higher and forward. !reader grabbed hard onto Percys bicep, to get some control of themselves.

With only woods in the area and Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-blood being miles away (this was a quest after all),

his best bet would be to try to locate the sea. He would close his eyes, imagining the soft waves crashing-

but it only looked like a typhoon to him because of stress and hidden anger-he would hear it and sense it somewhere further away.

He quickly started running, his breath heavy-barely breathing, and his body sluggish almost dropping you out of exhaustion on his part but pure determination keeping your body lifted.

He dug his fingers in the !readers legs and he ran as fast as his heart could beat.

Imagine if he tripped on a root, barely even able to stutter an apology because hes so out of breath and having the urge to cry out of frustration.

If they died, he would never forgive himself.

Miracles happen, even to the unfortunate, he sees the sea closing in.

He uses his powers to draw a giant tide to engulf !reader in it, putting as much water pressure in their wound on both sides on the body to keep the blood inside.

He would just jump into the tide, wrapping himself and them into a water bubble.

Percy might have been on the swimming team and he might have jumped from 50meters in the sky and into water from Blackjacks back--

but this was the fastest and craziest thing he had ever done. Fishes in the area would splutter away from the intensity.

No creature had even time to see what they were seeing, t

it looked like a water bubble moving faster than the speed of light-Percy swam so fast they werent sure if they had truly sense the Prince of Poseidon here.

But even so, rumours spread quickly, "The son of Poseidon carving out a path in the ocean, [...]..creating a mess..."

He got himself to the palace of his father, dempanded attention immedietly. His wife, being home at all times, wathced from the altar the morificating sight of a pale, and weak body hanging on for dear life-she could sense death was closing in. But she wasnt going to let someone Percy truly cared about die while she was there.

She swam lightning fast to collect what she needed and got straight to work.

No words were spoken, nothing had to be said, Percys green eyes glowed as he watched from the ocean ground, !reader getting treatment while he stood powerless. Yet again, he had been made of pawn for the gods.

Percy would sit his ass down so fast on that damn throne and scream Poseidons name, thats right, not father. Just Poseidon.

His screamed carried out for miles in the ocean. Not even the God himself could ignore such a strong cry.

"What is it tha--" Poseidon couldnt finish his sentence when he saw a rage so deep on his sons face he almost didnt want to know why or who managed to set him off so badly.

"Fix it." Anger rushed in Percys vains, he could only take countless deep breaths, keeping his fists close to his sides and biting back a sneer. Poseidon looked taken aback, fix what?

The Seagod then glanced to the right and saw an unknown stranger in his temple, laying on the ground as countless creatures tried to help, fish, stingrays, shark, even mythical being helped with the treatment and tried to reassure Amphitrite that she was only doing her best.

"My son-" Poseidon couldnt make miracles, he cant just hand them out. Percy knew that, but he still cut him off because he didnt want to hear the same old words.

"Gods do not meddle in mortal affairs. That is why we are Gods". Percy couldnt help but have bitter thoughts to that.

"At least, make the hole disappear". Percy threw out his hand sin frustration, water starting to bubble around him as the temperature increased and his eyes glowed green in the ambient temple that was only lit by a couple of lanters/torches nearby.

"I understand youre angry but--" Poseidon would argue against him, even his son. Percy threaten to ask for help on his knees in front of another Gods and put shame on the family´s name, telling others that "not even Poseidon himself could do anything".

In the end, Poseidon had no choice. With a flick on the Gods hand and a wave with his tridant, !reader would escape from death this time.

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While the reader was passed out, because fo the amount of Godly help they got, their body was completely exhausted and fatigued of the amount of power that suddenly washed over them.

Percy floated back and forth rapidly, pulling his jet black hair apart.

The room seemed to grow hot and cold as if it didnt know which temperature it really was supposed to take.

The air buzzed with energy and grew somewhat tense, the sound of water was loud, vibrating - instead of a distant hum.

On land, boats would suffer tide after tsunami, making an appearance on the local news. "Giant wave warning! Dont go near the beach!". Some newsreporters were even saying that some evacuation mihgt be neaded, because the beach was suffering a flood.

The colour of the ocean had somewhat changed, at least where Percy was. The colour that was once bright and a pretty blue, were now a disgusting murky colour that looked like it had been filthy with trash.

As time passed Percy would suffer mental breakdowns and feel nauseous from replaying what had happened.

His stepmother would leave Percy alone, figuring that she didnt want to face his wrath.

After about two hours, when they had awoken, they could see a blurred image of a person sitting down on their bed. Percys was leaning his head in his lap and kept putting pressure against his head from a mighty headache he had given himself. His eyes shut and the buzzing in his ears muffling any sound of movement from !reader.

"Mh.!" One sound was all it took for Percy to make him pause and pull himself out of his chaotic headspace, before a look of relief washed over him.

It was almost cute how easily he gets happy when !reader is okay. Imagine a character from a TV-series seeing their loved one again is alive, its beautiful.

Percys eyes had a shimmer to them now, glossy from relieved happiness. He pulled them into a tight hug before he harshly pulled himself away, scared he might hurt you.

But them remember that that wasnt possible since they had fully healed.

"Ah.." Percy sighed in disbelief as he laid his eyes upon them. They were okay. A lonely tear ran down his cheek and they ushered him forward with outstretched arms.

A hug can say so much. It speaks on so many volumes. youre here. youre alive. thank god. oh my god i cant believe this. stop, this cant be real. oh my god. please dont leave me again.

He had a hard time talking after that. He kept hiccuping as he sobbed harder by the second. His body shook and seemed to incredibly frail, !reader could only wrap reassuring arms around him.

In the end, Percy would lay comfortably on the bed, next to them. And fall asleep from the events that had happened that very day.

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It was mentally exhausting how much he loved them. Not just to a normal degree, but to every single level. Percy just loves the people he holds close to much, he gets overwehlmed.

When he only had Grover in school, he could only rely on him. Annabeth and Tyson came and he finally had the power to protect. This time however, it had failed him. He couldnt protect them.

After this, Percy would train himself broken and damaged until he was sure that he could throw himself in front of them if it ever were to happen. Or that he could, perhaps manage to get on his feet faster or duck quicker and become more agile.

He would ask Chiron to train him or give him personal constructive criticism, but Chiron tells him hes already great-and cannot give anything.

Percy would pull so many muscles, slashing his sword with a brooding look on his face. He imagined it. over and over and over again. That monster that he couldnt defeat.

Because the fact that he couldnt protect them meant that he couldnt protect anyone. A failure to protect the people around him, is a failed quest.

He took it as a personal insult to his skill and who he is as a person.

He would ask Annabeth for battle strategies, insput on anything he can take in.

Spend time observing the !reader became a habit. Almost in a controlling or anxious way. He started doing in a subconscious way too. During dinner, his eyes would glaze upon the open area of tables, searching for them and making sure theyre safe.

After this incident, his eyes kept searching for danger. Anythign that could potentially ruin his peace.

If !reader was a lover, he would sneak into their bedroom to sleep in their bed. He had never done that before prior to the relationship but his anxiety would let him rest, he needed to be there.

He could also be more into PDA, slinging an arm around his friend / s/o´s shoulders as a way to ground himself.

He would feel the safest at sea and in his own cabin room, where he could truly have control.

At night, with Blackjack he would make sure the camp was safe and that the sea would be calm because any loud tides or tsunamis would distract him if there were potential threats.

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[rookie98writes]

Tell Me Again

Part of the ANBU Series Prev → Next

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, mild dubcon (power imbalance), degradation, oral sex (male receiving), cum swallowing, spanking, vaginal fingering, (very light) ass-play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, overstimulation, praise kink, squirting, multiple orgasms, possessive!Kakashi, POV reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: Kakashi finds himself in an uncomfortable situation after his authority is called into question.

AO3 Link

Following closely on Kakashi’s heels, you hurried through the corridor with your teammates at your flank. The Hokage had summoned Team Ro for an urgent mission, but so far, that was all the information you had. It must be something highly classified if the ninja who’d delivered your summons hadn’t been informed of its contents.

The door was closed when your team arrived. Kakashi knocked and announced your presence. “Team Ro, reporting for duty, sir.”

The Hokage’s voice answered from inside. “Come in.”

Kakashi opened the door and entered first, followed immediately by Tenzō. You were right behind them, and when you entered, you were surprised to find not only Lord Hiruzen, but the leader of the Root faction of ANBU, Danzō Shimura.

You’d heard some dark rumors about him, but you’d never really seen proof of any of it. His high standing with the Hokage was also a point of confidence in his favor. Still, you didn’t like the way both Tenzō and Kakashi tensed as soon as they crossed the threshold. It wasn’t the way a shinobi would stand at attention while being addressed by a superior. There was an undercurrent of discomfort…and wariness.

“Thank you for getting here so quickly,” Hiruzen said, either not noticing the strange tension or choosing to ignore it. “I’ll get right to the point. I need the four of you to assist one of Root’s squads.”

Kakashi responded with the barest of nods. “Sir.”

Danzō stepped forward. “A few of my soldiers have been attempting to assassinate a man who poses a threat to the Leaf. Originally, we planned to do it quietly of course, but my team hasn’t been able to find an opening. We need a diversion to separate some of the man’s guards from him.”

“And we’re to be that diversion?” Kakashi answered, sounding less than pleased with the situation.

“My men are led by a shinobi under the codename Hinoe,” Danzō continued without acknowledging Kakashi’s question. “He will give you the orders when you arrive. This map will show you how to get to their location.”

Danzō held out a scroll that Kakashi accepted and opened immediately. As he looked over the route, Lord Hiruzen cleared his throat. “Memorize that and leave it behind,” the Hokage requested. “And Kakashi?”

“Yes, Lord Hokage?”

“The Root squad is taking the lead on this. I trust that you will defer to Hinoe’s command.”

Professional and cool as he was, you still noticed your captain bristle. “Of course, sir.”

“Well, no time to waste,” Danzō announced. “It shouldn’t take you more than a day to reach them. Better get moving.”

⁂

All told, the journey didn't take as long as expected. The team was making extremely good time—almost like Kakashi wanted to prove that he was better than the Root director’s prediction.

The destination was a small farming village in the southeast region of the Land of Fire. Neither Danzō nor Lord Third had explained exactly how the man in this village was threatening Konoha, but it was not your place to question the mission. 

Upon arriving at the destination, Kakashi directed the team to stay out of sight until contact with Root was confirmed. You, Tenzō, and Yūgao trailed behind your Captain in the shadows as he clandestinely searched for the man Danzō had described.

Finally, Kakashi gave the signal for the three of you to come out.

Hinoe was a tall man, with dark, messy hair and a large build. From what you could tell, he was a bit taller than your captain, but the hood of his cloak was up, so your judgment wasn’t perfect. He wore his porcelain mask, which resembled a tiger. Though you couldn’t see his eyes, you felt like you could sense his appraising gaze as he took a pause before allowing your team into the Root squad’s hideout.

They had set up in an abandoned building not far from the center of town. The way the Hinoe explained it, there was currently a small faction in the process of overtaking the village to control production and distribution of their crops with the larger goal of negotiating for power within the Land of Fire. Many of the farmers who had resisted had been killed, leaving behind a village that was more of a ghost town. 

“Alright.” Hinoe put his hands on the table in the center of the room, where they had a few scrolls laid out. “You know what you’re doing?”

“We’re here to assist under your command,” Kakashi answered diplomatically. “We were told that you need a distraction to split your mark’s defenses.”

“Be easier if I knew what you could do.”

Kakashi gave Hinoe a brief explanation of the abilities and strengths of each member of Team Ro so that the Root Captain would know how to best utilize the reinforcements. Hinoe nodded and seemed pleased to hear that you were medically trained. Apparently, the shinobi in Root were better trained in inflicting damage than healing it. Although that was generally true for all branches of the Leaf’s shinobi forces, it seemed to you like Root was neglecting a key area of shinobi knowledge.

Still, not your place to question.

“According to the intel we’ve gathered, we should have a good chance to attack tomorrow,” Hinoe continued. “You guys rest up, and we’ll fill you in in the morning.”

It was obvious that Kakashi felt Hinoe was already underestimating his squad, but he bit his tongue and deferred to the other captain, just as Lord Third had requested. “Anywhere in particular you want us to set up?”

Hinoe shrugged as he gestured to a closed door. “That room’s empty,” he smirked.

Kakashi led you, Tenzō, and Yūgao into the room without a word. You were sure that your captain would have rolled his eyes if he’d thought Hinoe was worth the energy.

The room was a decent size, but that only made it more obvious just how empty it was. Instead of furniture, you found discolorations on the floor where any furniture used to be. Tenzō shut the door and sighed. “Yeah, that’s about what I expected.”

“Do you think the place was looted in the coup?” Yūgao asked.

“That’s a possibility, but I think it’s more likely our comrades out there already took anything useful for themselves.”

“Good thing we came prepared.” Yūgao scoffed as she set down her pack with her bedroll. “I’m just gonna say it—these guys already seem like assholes.”

Some might say being an asshole came with the territory when talking about shinobi. While a lot of ninjas had reputations for their ruthlessness on the battlefield, you knew most of them to be decent people. But you also knew there were shinobi who thought their rank gave them some kind of privilege, particularly among the members of the Foundation. And with these guys, Yūgao’s assessment seemed right on the money.

“Remember, we’re just here to help them finish what they haven't been able to accomplish on their own,” Kakashi stated. “Let’s just keep our heads down and get the job done. The sooner we do that, the sooner we leave.”

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Not even a day later, you were headed back. But not to Konoha; no, you were rushing back to the hideout, keeping a lookout for any enemies that might be following you. Kakashi was in front of you, carrying a wounded Hinoe on his back; one hand covering the deep gash in the Root commander’s leg to keep from leaving a trail of blood.

As soon as the three of you made it inside, Kakashi tossed Hinoe onto the nearest futon while you secured the door.

“Fuck!” Hinoe shouted, grasping at his leg. “You fucking idiot!”

“Me?? Are you kidding?!” Kakashi spat. “I'm not the one who went in without securing the area!”

“Oh shut up, Friend-Killer,” Hinoe sneered as he removed his mask. “You’ve got no room to talk.”

Kakashi tore off his porcelain mask and tossed it aside. “I told you not to go in like that!”

“Well you're not in charge here! And I told you we needed to bring one of the men in alive. The fuck were you doing electrocuting everybody?!”

“The situation was getting out of control,” Kakashi seethed. “It’s called defending my squad.”

“It’s called defying my orders! And after this report goes to the Hokage, you won't have a goddamn squad.”

You watched their shouting match from the corner of the room, too uncomfortable to take another step. With their masks gone, the rage in their eyes was fully visible. But at Hinoe’s last comment, you saw Kakashi step back; a different kind of rigidity in his stance that made you want to come to his defense, even though that would only make things worse.

It was true—Hinoe had ordered Kakashi to capture the insurgent leader’s right-hand man. But the plan had fallen apart from the jump. Hinoe had gone off-script and rushed in, sparking a fight that almost immediately devolved into chaos. And with Konoha’s joint forces separated into three-man units, there was no one but you and Kakashi to salvage the situation.

Outnumbered nearly three to one, the situation looked dire—until Kakashi stepped in with his signature jutsu and saved all three of you from being killed…or worse.

He was a one-man army; the strongest shinobi in the Leaf by a mile. Yet Hinoe’s influence with Danzō could ruin him. 

“Oi, Medic.”

You quickly turned your head from Kakashi to Hinoe, worried that you were now the subject of his ire. If he could ruin Kakashi, he could make it like you never existed in the first place.

“Yes sir?”

Hinoe gestured to his leg, indignantly drawing your attention to the deep gash and the blood stain that was soaked into the fabric of his pants. Your eyes flashed back up to his impatient face. “Gonna do something about this or not?”

“O-of course.” You made your way over to him and knelt down beside him, focusing your healing chakra and channeling it into the wound. Maybe, if you could heal him quickly, his anger would diminish and you could save Kakashi some aggravation.

Hinoe shifted his weight, sharply sucking air through his teeth at the sting of your chakra. Groaning, he leaned forward until his face was nearly pressed into your neck. When he breathed in again, you could feel the air being pulled into his lungs.

“Hmmmmm. You smell good…” He inhaled again, then audibly gnashed his teeth together right by your ear. “Good enough to eat.”

You stiffened at his unexpected, inappropriate behavior. The chakra flow in your hands stuttered enough for him to notice. Instead of taking your reaction for the discomfort that it was, he smirked.

“Think I could use someone like you,” he smugly chuckled. “Sure Danzō can arrange your transfer.”

“That’s enough.” Kakashi was suddenly standing behind you with his hand on your shoulder. The shock caused your chakra flow to completely stop. You looked up at him, but his fierce gaze was locked onto your patient. “The bleeding has stopped. I take it you’ll survive.”

Before the other man could respond, Kakashi pulled you to your feet and led you to the other room, slamming the door behind him.

“Captain Kakashi—”

“Do you want that?” he barked, clenching his fists at his sides.

“Want what?”

“Reassignment.” He gritted his teeth. “A new captain.”

A new captain? The idea sent your stomach into your throat. “No!”

Kakashi relaxed his fists, but still held his inflexible posture. “No?”

“No,” you pleaded. “You’re my captain. I want to stay with you.” 

For the next second, he just stared at you—both eyes open. You’d seen Kakashi use his Sharingan in battle, but you’d never had it trained on you. It was invasively hypnotic, making you feel beyond exposed; like you’d been stripped not only of your clothes but your skin as well.

“Tell me that again.”

His words were delivered with as much authority as any other command he’d given. But when you complied, you responded more to the hint of vulnerability that he hadn’t been able to hide.  “I want to stay with you, Captain—Kakashi.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “That’s what you want?” You nodded, and watched that vulnerability in his eyes be replaced by relief, then quickly replaced again with hunger. “Show me.”

He pushed you down with his full strength against your shoulder, forcing you down to your knees in front of him. His eyes were both dark and piercing as he looked down at you. “Show me how badly you want to stay with me.”

Your breathing turned shallow as your gaze shifted to his lap, where his deft fingers worked to free himself. Saliva gathered in your mouth and your heart hammered against your ribcage. You couldn’t help but want him, but in the back of your mind you wondered if this was the time or the place.

Holding his half-hard dick in one hand, Kakashi extended the other and put two fingers under your chin to tilt your head up.

“Eyes on me, Y/N.”

He lined the head of his cock up with your waiting mouth, using his grip on your chin to pull you slowly forward. “Eyes. On. Your. Captain.”

Who were you kidding? Time and place didn’t matter to you. Only Kakashi did.

You nodded and started licking at the veins on the underside of his cock as he forced himself deeper. “That’s it.” He took his hand from your chin and placed it on the side of your head. “Show me what you're willing to do to make me keep you around.”

Kakashi watched as you worked your way further and further down his long shaft, keeping your eyes wide open and trained on his face. The taste of the sweat on his skin filled your mouth. He was still warm and worked up from the fight, and the sharp scent of him had you feeling tipsy and impatient. You wanted to press your nose against his skin and worship him any way he wanted you to.

Eagerly, you used your tongue to spread your saliva over your lips, easing your journey forward. You let the head of his cock slip into your throat, relaxing your muscles and taking him to the hilt, despite how big and overwhelming he was. Your desire for him had you pliant and accommodating, getting you exactly where you wanted to be.

“All the way on the first try?” he cooed. “Such a whore.”

Pink heat dusted your cheeks and you glanced away. He reached down and grabbed you by the front of your neck. 

“Hold it. And keep looking at me,” he demanded. “Look at who you're on your knees for. Don’t you forget.”

You locked your eyes back on his face, swallowing around him and taking a deep breath through your nose for a fresh hit of his scent.

“That’s my girl.” His thumb pressed into your throat, forcing your muscles to tighten. It triggered your gag reflex and left you choking and sputtering around him. Through it, you fought to keep your eyes on his, blinking away the building tears.

“Take it, Y/N. That's right. Mmm, you're doing so good for me.”

Drool leaked out of your mouth and ran down your chin. Your lips trembled at the base of his dick, stretched to their limit and begging to move. But he held you still, just watching as you submitted to him.

He smiled behind his mask and tugged you forward by his continued hold on your throat. “You want more room to move?”

You hummed in agreement, but the sound was lost in a wet, garbled mess.

“Maaaa, you should have said so.” Kakashi chuckled and released your neck, pulling back just enough to give you space to breathe. “Go on. Be a good girl and suck until I cum.”

You immediately craned your neck forward to slide your lips all the way down to his pelvis. His cock twitched in your throat and you gagged again, but you grabbed his thighs for stability and bobbed your head back and forth, searching for a tenable rhythm.

“Fuck, you don't even care if you choke on it,” he moaned. “Such a little slut. You'll do anything to make my cock feel good.”

Kakashi put his hands on either side of your head, holding you in a rather gentle contrast to the way his hips thrust back and forth.

“I'm the only one you're this good for, aah? I’m the only one you're such a desperate slut for.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed and blinked up at him, letting the vibrations in your throat tease him as you licked and sucked.

“That's it.” Kakashi indulgently sighed, letting his head fall back and his shoulders slump. “Keep sucking, baby. Only for me.”

You dug your fingers into his muscular thighs, bobbing your head along his full length to be sure you stimulated every inch. Even though he had broken eye contact, you still looked up at him, hoping he would praise you for continuing to follow orders.

Not to mention, the man was just absolutely gorgeous—selfishly using you for every ounce of pleasure and self-satisfaction you could provide, feeding both his sex drive and his ego. Seeing him in the throes of losing himself drove you out of your mind with lust. You were confident enough in your rhythm to take one of your hands away from his leg and tuck it between your own, touching yourself for some much-needed relief. But no sooner had your toes curled than Kakashi grabbed your upper arm and pulled your hand away from yourself.

“Don't,” he growled. “That pussy is mine. Don't you dare touch my property.” You whined, but he took no pity on you, instead tangling his hands into your hair on either side of your head. “That little clit isn't getting touched until you make me cum.” Kakashi tugged your hair as he started pistoning his hips into you. Your hands both desperately grasped for his thighs again. “Your Captain gets off first this time, Y/N,” he huffed. “I’m your Captain. You do this for me, and me only.”

His hands held you firmly in place, a vise you couldn't escape from as he thrust into your mouth faster and deeper, barreling against the muscles inside your throat with no regard for anything but his own pleasure—staking his claim.

“Only I get to fuck this pretty face.”

He started using his grip on your head to pull you in to meet his thrusts, his pelvis colliding against your lips and leaving a mess of spit glistening in his wiry silver hairs. You watched him through the tears in your eyes. His face was redder than it had ever gotten from sparring or training. Kakashi was focusing all his energy; all his frustration into using you like it was your only purpose to offer him relief.

Suddenly, he whined out as you felt sticky, salty fluid coat the inside of your throat. Kakashi’s fingers dug into your scalp to trap you tight against him. You gagged, shocked by the sheer volume of it, dripping down your throat and blocking your airways.

“Swallow it,” he gasped. “Fucking swallow it, Y/N.”

The pulse at the base of his cock beat against your lower lip. He twisted your hair around his fingers and held your face against his pelvis as another spurt joined what you hadn’t yet managed to handle. You felt a fat tear roll down your cheek as you swallowed yet again.

“Good girl. Don't waste any. Swallow it all.” His shoulders steeply rose and fell as he worked to catch his breath, even as the last drops of his cum still wept into your mouth. “Don't you dare stop until I tell you to.”

His image was blurred through your watery eyes, but you were determined to hold eye contact while you drank his cum and watched him come down from his high. The tight creases around his eyes softened as the tension he'd been carrying all day finally subsided. Even as he began to soften in your mouth, you continued to gently work your tongue over him. You didn't want to overstimulate him, but his order was clear.

“Alright,” he panted, “enough.” He held your head in place and carefully pulled his hips back. The skin of his dick was flushed pink and sensitive, but that didn't stop you from wanting to lunge forward and cover him in kisses from knees to navel.

It seemed your attention had wandered from where Kakashi wanted it. He tugged upward on your hair just enough to bring your eyes back to his. “Stay right where you are.”

He raised an eyebrow in warning, then let go of your hair, watching to be sure you would obey. As a display of your loyalty, you made sure not to move a muscle.

Kakashi grinned, then grabbed the pillow off his bedroll and tossed it on the floor beside you. He kicked it to bring it a little closer to where he’d been standing, then knelt down on it. He tucked his calves beneath him and settled down with his muscular thighs forming a nearly flat surface. Then, grabbing you by the hair, he yanked you over his lap and bent you forward, arranging you across his thighs with your ass in the air.

“We’re not done. Once isn’t gonna be enough this time.” Kakashi tugged your shirt over your head with one hand and shoved your pants and panties down with the other. His hand rubbed a circular pattern over your exposed ass. “Clearly, I haven’t left enough of a mark on you.”

Kakashi drew back his hand and brought it down on the round flesh of your ass, a loud SMACK resounding through the room. It wasn’t exactly a surprise—what else could he have been planning in his position? But you jumped just the same, your nails digging into his leg.

“Hey.” He grabbed your wrists and held them against the small of your back, one crossed over the other. His left hand held them together while his right resumed its smooth motions over your tender ass.

“Now you’re going to count for me, so I can see how many times I have to spank you before my handprint is permanently on your ass.”

There was no time for you to respond before his wide palm collided with your ass again, hard enough to bring tears to your eyes. “O-one.”

“Mmmm, that was actually the second one, Y/N. Try again.”

He spanked you again, his hand landing in exactly the same spot. You winced, but the arch of your back gave away just how much you enjoyed it. “Th-three.”

“Much better.”

Another harsh spank to your ass had a high-pitched whine tumbling from your lips. You bit down to try to stifle it, used to Kakashi expecting you to be silent. Instead, he tightened his grip on your wrists and tugged backward to strain your shoulders. “Did you lose count already, stupid girl? Guess we’ll have to start ov—”

“Four!”

“Good girl.” SPANK.

“Five!” SPANK. “Six!” SPANK. “S-seven!”

He took a break, instead choosing to grope your other butt cheek. You felt his weight shift as he leaned over for a look at you. “Hmm, I think I’m starting to see it.”

After his assault, you couldn’t believe that there wasn’t a bright red imprint nearly covering your butt. Whether he was telling the truth or not, he still slapped his hand down on the sensitive flesh.

“Aah! E-eight…”

“Eyes up.”

You turned your head and looked at him through fresh tears. His hair was falling wildly over his face, his gaze piercing you like white-hot iron.

“I want an even ten,” he stated. “Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Captain Kakashi.”

“Good girl. Two more, right? Ready?”

“Mhmm.”

He hummed his approval before bringing his palm swiftly down on you, the sting making you clench your butt cheeks together. You sharply gasped but remembered your job. Panting through the delicious pain, you continued. “N-nine.”

The word was hardly out of your mouth before he repeated the action. Your sore body hadn’t expected the blow. Your back arched again, and the sound that came out of your mouth was completely pornographic.

“AAAH!! Ten!”

Kakashi released your wrists. “Look at me.”

You put your palms flat on the ground and turned to face him. His right hand resumed rubbing soothing circles over your ass, while his left hooked under your chin and pointed your face up toward his.

“My pretty little crybaby,” he smiled. “You did well. I think you deserve a reward.” He slid his hand down enough to stroke his finger between your legs. You shivered at the delicate touch while he laughed. “What's this little hole doing dripping like this? You get this wet from sucking my cock and getting spanked?”

Heat pricked your cheeks. Kakashi was exactly right, and he knew it. His index finger slid into your cunt with absolutely no resistance.

“Such a fucking whore,” he growled. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“T’you, Kakashi.”

He pushed his middle finger in with the index. “And who am I to you?”

“M-my captain…”

“That’s right. And, what’s your job?”

“Follow your orders,” you moaned. “Do whatever you say.”

“What a good little subordinate you are.” He pumped his fingers faster, angling his knuckles to scrape over the spongy area behind your clit. “Just for me, right?”

“Yes!” you cried. “Yes sir!”

His thumb gently circled the puckered flesh of your asshole. “I bet you’d let me in here too, wouldn't you? Little slut. Oh yeah, you’d just love it. Letting your Captain play with all three of your pretty holes on the same day?”

In truth, it wasn’t something you’d ever really been interested in before. But if that was what Kakashi wanted, you knew you wouldn’t be able to refuse.

He chuckled darkly. “Maybe another time.”

Kakashi put you back up on your knees, then extended his own legs in front of him. You snuck a glance between his legs where his dick was half-erect again already.

“C’mere.” He gripped your waist and pulled you onto his lap, your legs folded behind you and your back against his chest. He still wore his black undershirt, but you could feel the heat emanating from his body. Kakashi put his knees between yours and used the leverage to force yours apart, spreading your legs and giving himself access to your core.

“That’s better.”

His left forearm came across your chest, holding you against him while the fingers of his right hand glided through your folds. He spread your wetness over your skin before plunging his middle and index fingers directly back into your heat. “Pretty cunt’s so wet for me,” he teased, shifting his hips and pressing the tacky, velvety skin of his satisfied dick against your lower back.

“Hmmm, just sucking my fingers in, aren’t you?” Kakashi teased. “So eager. I’m starting to think you might like me, Y/N.”

You blushed, sure the color was spreading from your cheeks to the tips of your ears and down to your toes.

“Is that right?” he mockingly cooed at you. “You have a crush on your Captain?”

With the merciless way his fingers were abusing your most sensitive spots, you couldn’t have answered even if you wanted to. Thankfully, Kakashi seemed more interested in dragging more broken whimpers from you than your confession. At least, not that confession.

“Tell me it feels good.” Kakashi groaned into your ear, rubbing tight circles behind your clit as the heel of his hand crashed against your swollen nub.

With a self-conscious whine, you dropped your head back onto Kakashi’s shoulder, grinding your hips into his hand. “Feels good…” you panted. “S-so good.”

You gripped onto his biceps as an anchor. The muscles were flexed and firm, his full strength keeping you plastered to his chest as he pumped his fingers in and out, scissoring them and stretching you to the point of tears again.

“Mmmm, filthy girl. Getting fingered by your Captain like a common whore. Making a mess.” Kakashi started pistoning his fingers faster and faster, obscene squelching noises coming from between your legs as your arousal slicked your entrance and his long digits. “But you love getting treated like a little slut, don't you? Love being my personal toy.”

Tightness built in your lower stomach, more insistent and urgent than you were used to. Mindlessly, you grabbed for his wrists and threw your hips forward, chasing the relief that was just out of reach while Kakashi continued to taunt you.

“You want more, yeah? Go on. Beg for it.”

“Please! Please, Captain…”

Kakashi forced a third finger in, his callused fingertips stimulating you from inside while he pressed the rough heel of his hand into your clit. “You wanna cream all over my hand, don't you? You want me to make you cum? Cum with three of my fingers stuffed in your pussy? Gods, you're such a fucking slut for me.”

You cried out, grinding against his coarse skin and feeling that tightness focus into one point of scalding pressure that suddenly released in a flood of endorphins. You came with a high-pitched squeal, your muscles clenching down as wetness gushed from between your legs. The sensation left your body sagging against him, boneless and docile.

Kakashi carefully pulled his hand away from you, showing you the shiny mess dripping along his forearm. “Dirty fucking girl.” 

The orgasm had felt different, but…squirting?! You’d never done that before—you didn’t think you were actually capable of it. “I-I…”

He hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted you enough to maneuver his hips and position his—shockingly somehow even harder than before—fully erect cock between your legs. He spread your fluids over himself, making his cock shiny and slick before rubbing it against your sensitive sex. You squirmed, and he panted the most self-satisfied moan into your ear.

“Where d’ya think you're going?” he laughed, securing his left arm around your chest again. “You said you wanted to stay with me.”

“I do—”

He shut you up when his blunt cockhead barely pushed into your hole. “Then hold still and let me have my fun.”

“K-Kakashi…”

“C’mon,” he growled. “I’m your captain, and I’m telling you to take it.”

Kakashi’s cock bullied its way between your soft folds, filling you in one stroke. You moaned as he grabbed your hips and pulled you deeper onto him until your ass was pressed into his hip bones hard enough to leave imprints. He moved his right hand to rub the last of your fluids over your clit, circling it as he started sliding you up and down his shaft. Despite the fact that you just squirted all over his arm, having him inside you just felt so good, you instinctually rocked back and forth over him, searching for even more. 

“There you go,” he smirked. “Now more. Bounce on it.”

He started running his hands all over you, first smacking your flank to speed you up, then grabbing at your thighs, your waist, finally gripping your breasts and squeezing as you found the strength in your legs to work yourself up and down his dick.

“Your perfect tits, fuck.” He rolled your nipples between his fingers and began slamming his hips upward to meet your warm, wet insides. “These are mine. All of this is mine.”

“Yes—” You panted, your tongue lolling out of your mouth at the euphoric feeling of being filled and toyed with by the only man who would ever make you feel this good. “Aah, more…more please…”

“That’s it baby. Moan at how good I make you feel. Moan loud enough that that asshole comes in here and gets a good view of you. Being so needy—ruining yourself on my dick, fuuuck.”

Kakashi planted his feet and started drilling into you, not giving you a chance to consider the consequences if you were to be caught. In fact, consequences be damned—the idea of getting caught riding your captain didn’t sound so bad at all.

“Aaaah…Kakashi!”

“Maaaa, I’ll let him see. I’ll let him get one good look so that he never forgets how gorgeous you look when you get fucked. And that he can never have it. Because I’m the one you want. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“Yes—K-kashi…”

“Mmmm I can tell. Such a tight grip on my cock. Your greedy pussy doesn't want to let me go.” Kakashi put his hand under your navel and pressed, until the bulge of his cock stood out prominently against your stomach. “You feel how deep I am?” he grunted, thrusting away and rearranging your guts. “How deep inside you I am?”

“Fuck, yes…I’m gonna—”

“I know, Y/N. I wish I could show him how pretty you look when you come apart. I could let him watch, but that feels a little too much like sharing. And I don't share my fucking things.”

He drove his cock into you, offsetting your gasps and groans with the wet plap plap plap of his balls bouncing off the backs of your thighs. 

“This little hole belongs to me. And anyone else who wants it is gonna have to stick to fucking their own hand. Because all of this is for me.”

“Kakashi!”

“I want you to cum. Wanna feel your pretty little cunt squeeze down on me.”

“Haa—ah!” You renewed your grip on him, holding on for dear life as another orgasm rushed its way through your nerves.

“Fuck, cum on my cock, Y/N.” He rubbed his coarse fingers over your clit again; no longer teasing but demanding. “Cum, now. I’m not gonna fucking tell you again.”

You tumbled over the edge, shouting praise and profanity like there was no one around for miles. But you just couldn’t help it. There was no feeling you could compare to the way Kakashi made you feel. Even as he kept pulling your body down onto his dick, bruising you from inside, using your trembling walls to find his own high, you only wanted more and more of him.

“Don't stop,” he panted. “Don't stop. Fuck you get so tight when you cum. Don't fucking stop.”

Suddenly, Kakashi adjusted his hold on you to push you down onto your stomach, ass in the air and cheek pressed into the bare floor. He climbed over you like an animal, spearing your stretched-out hole, pushing your gummy walls aside to accommodate him.

“Haaaaaa make your Captain cum. That’s a good girl. That's my good little cocksleeve.” He kept one hand on your hip, making sure you stayed propped up for him while his other held your face against the ground. “Oh you’re not going anywhere. You're gonna stay with me and take this cock whenever I tell you to.”

“Yes!! Captain!!”

The new angle let him reach even deeper, every inch of his cock burying itself in your quivering pussy. Every time he bottomed out, his balls swung forward and bounced off your clit. You could only hear his skin slapping against yours, his throaty groans, his desperate gasp when his cock started throbbing inside you. You moaned and whined beneath him as you prepared yourself for him to finish and fill you with another load.

He grasped you with both hands on your waist, turning and tossing you down on your back. He slid out of you in the process, and you mewled at the unexpected empty feeling. Instantly, he was hovering over you; leaning down with one arm rigidly propping him up and the other wrapped around his edged, impatient cock.

“Again—” he panted. “T-tell me you—hah…”

His dick was red and twitching in his grip. You weren’t sure exactly what he was asking you to say, but you were happy to take your best guess.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, reaching for him and wishing you could pull him down and kiss him. “I want to be yours. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Y/N—” Your name escaped his lips in a wavering sound that was probably mortifying for him, but to you, it was the greatest sound you’d ever heard. His eyes locked onto yours a second before he finished, tugging down so hard that the taut skin of his cockhead was impossibly shiny as he came. The first rope forced out with so much power that it reached as high as your chin, then splattered down over your clavicle and dripped between your tits. The next pulse was only a fraction weaker, leaving a gooey white stripe from your breastbone to your navel. His hand pumped a few more times to spill a thick pool of cum on your tummy.

He’d made an absolute, filthy mess of you. But you didn’t feel filthy. You felt sexy and ecstatic and satisfied and irresistible. And the look in Kakashi’s half-lidded eyes only sweetened the entire thing.

“There…” Kakashi exhaled as his eyes roamed over you, enjoying the view of your skin coated with his spend. “Now the only thing that asshole will smell on you is me.”

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[zaynesaurora]

ʟ&ᴅꜱ ! reaction to receiving hickies — (MDNI)

zayne ! sees himself early the morning after, bleary eyed as he washes the remenants of sleep from his eyes in preperation for his shift at the hospital- the little rest he got anyway. His thumb circles the dark mark on the colum of his throat, expression a mix between impressed and exhausted as he imagines the teasing his co-workers will bestow on him if it ever sees the light of day. He layers up that day. Turtle neck pulled to the sharp of his jaw, secured in place with a scarf, which remains in place all day unless he's performing a surgery- "aren't you warm doctor zayne?", silly question. He can and will do this all day until he returns home to pay the favour forward.

xavier ! completely oblivious to the existance of said mark decorating his collarbone. Shows up to collect you from work that day, his own been spent sleeping between naps (wake up babe?) on a rare day to himself- dressed in his usual wide neck sweater, hand raising to greet Tara as he passes. Unfortunatley for him she's the first to notice his new addition, squeaking in delight as she announces it to the entire office. You round the corner not long after to a bright red xavier with the neck of his shirt tight in his fist as your collegue is all but trying to undress him publicly. - "I bumped it fighting a wandere", yeah okay is that what we call it now xav? maybe you need some more combat practice?

rafayel ! oh he's oh so proud of the purple and pink mark on his chest, colour scheme perfectly matching to the tones in his eyes and hair. Wears his button up to a lower depth that day, even in meetings to discuss professional ventures- poor Thomas has to discretely play charades with him across the table to try and make him aware that his entire left pec is on show. He knows. He just doesn't care. It's summer! let the man breathe, bruises and all. Spends the rest of the day conviently leaning back so his shirt falls open, even once he's back home to you- "it looks kinda lonely babe, think I need another one", back horny devil ! back !

— bonus —

caleb ! you're both covered and quite frankly it looks like it needs medical treatment- would be cocky but he's kinda scared that people will think your bedroom activities resemble cannibalism. Begs that you both wear full coverage clothing until the worst of them have cleared just to protect your dignity, even if he does find it attractive. You strip as soon as you get home though, not to continue but to trace your fingers across his skin like your playing dot to dot- body flushing and camoflaging his markings slightly.

[yeyinde]

Neil's recent pics are having such a terrible influence on me because i can't stop thinking about situations.

specifically about going hiking/camping deep in the wilderness to escape the city and the stress of it all back home. but you're underprepared for the reality of the backcountry, and there's definitely Something Out There. hunting you, stalking you. chasing you. you run from it, and get hurt. all alone in the wilderness that everyone warned you was too far, and too remote for rescue. but lucky you. an unkempt Scottish man in the woods comes to help. and Johnny is so sweet, so eager, and has everything he needs to take care of you at his home, don't you worry. he def has your best interests at heart when he leads you to this rural cabin on uncharted land. completely cut off from everything you've ever known. including rescue.

but he's for sure gonna let you go once the snow melts and your injuries heal. just ignore the part where he keeps calling you his wife, and talking about forever.

[on-my-vigilante-sht]

Immortal Danger II

Apollo x wife!Reader

Summary: Despite an extravagant wedding, Apollo is still confronted by those who want to end his marriage

Warning: Smut; Ares, Demeter, and Phobos slander; attempted assault; alcohol consumption and mentions of underage drinking; probably some ancient greek wedding inaccuracies

Word Count: 5k

Part 1 | Masterlist

Apparently a wedding in Vegas wasn’t good enough for my mother because I found myself in her green house mansion on Olympus being lectured and listening to her berate Apollo.

“Dem, we’re all adults here,” my husband tried to reason.

“She isn’t even a century old!” Demeter cried in exasperation.

“Twenty-four is considered an adult on earth,” I offered. “Didn’t Persephone run off with Hades when she was seventeen?”

“Oh don’t even get me started on him!” my mother ranted. “What is with you gods and my daughters?” Apollo opened his mouth but she just held a hand up, silencing him. “No! I don’t want to hear all the perverted things you think about her.”

“When did you become such a prude, Dem? My father told me all about your wild days.” If Apollo could die he’d be trapped in Tartarus right now based on the glare she sent him.

“A ‘Vegas’ wedding officiated by a mortal is not a real wedding. I won’t have you two living in sin.”

“Well we’ve been ‘sin-’”

I clamped a hand over Apollo’s mouth, silencing him. “Firstly, with all due respect… Mother, you have the wrong religion there.”

“Well we don’t have set moral codes like Christians do!” she cried. “Urgh you’re both so infuriating. You two are going to have a proper, traditional wedding. You,” she looked pointedly at me, “will be staying here until your wedding because I don’t want you,” she turned her glare to Apollo, “defiling her more than you already have.”

I shared a glance with Apollo who appeared to share my sentiments. “Fine,” I agreed. “As long as the wedding occurs within a month.”

“And after you are married you will stay here. Apollo can visit you but that’s it. No spending nights at his home or going out to sneak around,” Demeter insisted.

“Mother!” I immediately chastised.

“Demeter!” my now fiancé cried simultaneously. “That’s unreasonable. I know you think of her as your baby and you’re afraid you’re going to lose her like Persephone but she’s my wife. She’ll be my wife again. You can’t treat her like an untrustworthy teenager. Besides, you know as well as I do that according to tradition, the marriage isn’t legitimate unless we live together.”

“Well then you may as not get married at all!” Demeter offered sarcastically.

“Mother, it’s not as if I’m disappearing or we’re just fooling around. I love him,” I professed, looking back at Apollo with a smile.

He returned it before standing up to confront my mom. “Y/N’s right, we’re not just fooling around. After all, we’re already married.

She only rolled her eyes before giving a sigh of defeat. “Be ready for the wedding. Hera, Aphrodite, and I will be planning it,” she said with an accusatory finger before disappearing.

~

Two weeks later and my mother had managed to pull together a wedding she deemed acceptable. She had wanted to hold it a century from now but I forced her hand. But in preparations for the wedding, I met all the gods. Except for Ares they were all excited for me. Even Aphrodite who had reprimanded Ares when he got aggressive.

“You know, it’s not too late to join the Hunt,” Artemis offered again as she braided my hair back for the wedding. Ever since we met she has been trying to convince me to dump her brother and swear him and all other men off for forever.

“Artemis!” Aphrodite whined from across the room. “Stop putting ideas in her head. Why do you hate true love?”

“Don’t you have a husband that isn’t Ares?” Artemis quipped.

“That’s different,” she claimed, standing up from the sofa she was lounging on. “That was not true love.”

“And don’t you have dozens of children that are neither Hephaestus’ nor Ares’?”

“Ugh what do you know?” Aphrodite scoffed. She stood on front of me, stooping down to make eye contact. “Y/N, don’t listen to her. You and Apollo are meant to be, I know it. And running around in the woods for eternity won’t bring you joy. Do you really want to camp with a bunch of 12 year old girls for the rest of eternity? It’d be like… well… being stuck at Camp Half-Blood for all eternity.”

I chuckled, appreciating both the goddesses’ efforts. “Thanks for the assurance Aphrodite and thanks for the offer Artemis. If he pisses me off enough in like 500 years then I may take you up on your offer.”

Hera then entered wearing a traditional chiton. “Today’s the gamos!” she said excitedly as she entered. She seemed shockingly excited considering I was marrying her husband’s bastard. “Aphrodite, put a beauty charm on her and then get her in her dress.” She then left after barking orders much like my mother.

Both goddesses complied and soon enough I was dressed in an extravagant chiton, decorated in gold, and with a lace veil over my face. They led me to an enormous dining hall decorated in white and gold, the gorgeous ceiling enchanted to reflect the sky outside, depicting the stars and the moon. As I was looking around in awe, I caught Apollo’s smile. Upon noticing my attention was directed at him, he raised his glass to me which I recognized as his attempt to compliment me.

According to Athenian tradition, the bride wasn’t supposed to have contact with the groom until the unveiling ceremony but there was a feast beforehand.

I was sat where Apollo couldn’t see me so I was fortunately allowed to eat. On my plate was a square of ambrosia and with just a wave of my hand it turned into a proper wedding dish.

As I was chatting with Artemis and some of her hunters—who wanted to sit as far from the male guests as possible—Hera and Demeter came flitting up next to me. “It’s time for the unveiling ceremony!” Hera gushed.

“It’s not too late to back out,” Demeter offered again. “You don’t have to swear things off with Apollo but you can at least postpone,” she pleaded hopefully.

I looked up at her sympathetically. I knew she just wanted to have her daughter to herself but I couldn’t help but be reminded of the half-blood daughters that were never this important to her. “Mother, I want this,” I informed her earnestly again. “I love Apollo and he loves me too. I’m ready to begin my immortal life with him.”

“Demeter, I know there are a lot of feelings here but we have to go,” Hera tried to calm her sister before flipping the veil back over my head and ushering me from my seat. I complied until I reached the grand entrance of the hall. Stood in the doorway was Apollo also in a traditional chiton. Just past him, awaiting us outside was the chariot that would take us to his home.

I stepped up closer to him, smiling up at him as he beamed down at me. He literally was the sun personified and I couldn’t wait to spend eternity with him.

If there were any formal rituals associated with the unveiling ceremony they had either been long since forgotten or Apollo didn’t care because he took a more modern approach. After a whispered, “I love you,” he took the veil and flipped it over my head before gently placing one hand on my jaw, the other on my waist before kissing me deeply. Much like modern Christian ceremonies.

Although, the kiss wasn’t very Christian as it was deep and passionate and Apollo seemed reluctant to end it. Every time he pulled away slightly it was just to connect our lips deeper again. He only pulled away when a shout came from Hermes. “You’re not in your bedchambers yet!”

Apollo pulled away with a laugh while I flushed with embarrassment. Upon noticing me, he pulled me closer with a laugh whilst I buried my face in his shoulder. I could feel his deep, joyful laugh as he turned to address the room. “The sun may be up a lot later tomorrow morning!” he announced to the room.

I groaned against his shoulder, pushing him towards the chariot. As he stepped away from me, he grabbed my hand. He helped me up onto the chariot before stepping up himself. As soon as he was stood firmly behind me, I urged the horses forward.

As we proceeded out, all of our guests appeared along the path all the way to Apollo’s home. Used to all the praise and attention, Apollo waved to other other deities as they cheered us on, with me tucked under his arm trying not to fall out of the chariot.

As we reached the grand entrance of the mansion, we finally had some privacy. The sun god helped me down from the chariot again, before sweeping me off my feet. “And now, we will enter our home, cementing our marriage,” he explained with a smile.

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me through the magically opened doors. He didn’t even bother to pretend to want to celebrate that we were married now, he immediately carried me up towards the bedroom. “You’re going to hate your mother for not letting me see you for two weeks because tonight I’m making up for not fucking you for that time,” he explained eagerly.

As he went the doors opened automatically until he was placing me on the middle of the bed. He followed, kneeling on the bed with a leg on either side of my hips, looking down at me. I began unfastening the bindings of my chiton but Apollo just snapped his fingers and I was in white lingerie. Before I could comprehend what happened, he tore the bralette off of me as his lips found mine. As he kissed me, I could feel his warm hands on my breasts, fondling them and teasing my nipples.

Soon enough his lips were leaving mine and trailing down my neck and chest until one of my nipples was in his mouth. I let out a soft moan as I felt his tongue swirl around me. He moved to the other breast, simultaneously sliding his other hand to my panties which I now realized were entirely lace as there was virtually nothing in between his fingers and my pussy.

As his thumb found my clit and his mouth continued the assault on my breasts, I could only let out cries of pleasure. My hands found his back as I dug my nails into his skin, trying to ground myself. But one hand overstimulating my clit, the other rubbing circles around my nipple, and the other nipple still being tortured by his mouth was too much and my panties became even more soaked as I climaxed.

Upon feeling my entire body seize, Apollo pulled away from me with a satisfied smile. I stared up at him in slight wonderment. I never orgasmed that fast, I would have thought that I’d be less sensitive as a goddess. Seeing my surprise, Apollo explained with a laugh. “Now that we’re both immortal and married we’re more in tune with each other,” he explained. “It’s like our bodies are made for each other. They just react more to each other than when you were mortal.”

“So you feel it more too?” I asked. He nodded. “Good,” I smiled. I snapped my fingers and all of a sudden his chiton was gone and he was naked. Before he could react, I had pushed him to lay on the bed, my body on top of his. Much like what he had done to me prior, I gave him a brief yet deep kiss before lowering my head to his already erect cock. I met his eager gaze, holding eye contact as I grasped his cock. Stroking it a bit, I brought my mouth down on it while still maintaining eye contact. I felt his entire body shiver as I wrapped my lips around the sensitive head that was already leaking precum.

I licked at the sensitive head ever so slightly, bringing my mouth up and down his shaft the littlest bit, teasing him. But as I reached the very end of his cock, acting as if I was about to pull away, his hand shot out to my head, keeping me in place. Looking up, I found his face contorted in pleasure, the hand not tangled in my hair was gripping the sheets. “Don’t stop,” he said in a strained voice. I complied, continuing my assault on his cock. As a goddess, I no longer had to worry about a gag reflex so I could take his entire cock in my mouth, something he deeply appreciated judging by his deep groans.

I tried to keep going until he came in my mouth but his grip on my hair pulled me away. “No!” he grunted out. “I wanna cum inside you first.” He immediately flipped us so now he was on top of me but my head was nearly hanging off the foot of the bed, ripping off my lace panties in the process. He stared down hungrily at my cunt, licking his lips like a starved man. Rather than fuck me like I thought he was going to, he brought his mouth to my core. Upon feeling his mouth wrap around my core, tongue prodding at my clit, I let out more of a yell than a moan. I was so sensitive from the previous orgasm, I came directly in his mouth this time. But rather than stop there, he kept going. His tongue made its way inside my clenching hole, swirling around, making me see stars.

I was squirming around so much his hands had locked around my hips, immobilizing me. All I could do was beg him to stop as he assaulted my cunt until he finally pulled away after one more release. “I need you inside me,” I begged him as he raised himself to his knees. He smiled, eagerly complying. He pulled my hips up until they were flush with his. I brought my legs up as he did so, resting them on his shoulders as he slowly pushed inside of me.

I screamed so loudly in pleasure you’d think I was being murdered. Gods I was so sensitive from the previous orgasms and our newfound connection.

Once he was fully in me I could feel his cock twitching inside of me and I knew what that meant. He had never cum this fast but then again, never had I either. I rolled my hips into his, wanted him to feel the same pleasure I had and I could immediately feel him spill inside of me. Which made me cum around his cock, milking everything out of him.

But he didn’t pull out or soften inside of me. That was the nice thing about gods, there was no refractory period. As soon as he stopped cumming, his hips were moving again, fucking me.

I quickly became a babbling mess as he continued to fuck me through numerous orgasms each. He had me bent over, riding him, under him, every position imaginable. Sometimes he was rough, other times more gentle and loving. No matter what we did I loved every moment of it.

He only stopped when he had to go get the sun chariot ready. Despite the fact that I didn’t need to sleep anymore, I immediately passed out as soon as he left.

~

Apollo’s lips on my neck were the only things that pulled me out of the inviting grasp of sleep. I let out a groan so he knew that I was awake.

“‘Morning,” he greeted in my ear. “So today is called epaulia, it’s when everyone comes to congratulate us and bring gifts,” he explained through kisses. “I can tell them that you’re not feeling up to it today if you want. I know you’re new to immortality and last night was a lot.” I could feel his smug grin against the skin of my jaw. “But, if you choose not to see anyone then I’m warning you that you’re not leaving this bed.”

I finally peeled my eyes fully open. Fortunately the blinds around the bed had been drawn so I wasn’t blinded. I rolled over, meeting his gaze. “I know I’m immortal and as much as I would love to spend the entire day in bed with you, I think I might actually die of exhaustion if you do that to me.” A grin appeared on his face as his fingers found their way in between my legs. “Apollo,” I moaned, tossing my head back as his fingers assaulted my still puffy and throbbing clit.

“Okay,” he agreed, as if he weren’t fingering me right now. “I’ll tell them they can come over once I’m done.” He continued, his fingers fucking me to the edge of an orgasm. But before I could finish, a gong rang through the home. I jumped and Apollo pulled away. “Oh shit, I guess they came anyways.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek before jumping out of bed. “I’ll talk to them while you get dressed. Technically today is about you since epaulia is supposed to make the bride more comfortable.” I just stared at him, still a little bit flabbergasted before he disappeared.

After a minute of calming myself down, I got up. Going to the vanity I found my messy appearance. Fortunately I could just give myself a beauty charm, something Aphrodite taught me, and I looked like I hadn’t spent the night being fucked within an inch of my life. I summoned a white slip dress that was still modest enough to be worn in front of my family.

With one last look in the mirror I headed downstairs, finding several goods and goddesses standing in the foyer. As soon as they noticed my presence, several of the goddesses came flocking over to me. They were all asking about last night—questions I wouldn’t be answering considering I hardly knew them—and shoving gifts in my hands.

Seeing as I didn’t have enough hands, they all herded me towards the kitchen, lining the counters with their gifts. Eventually Apollo made his way towards me, throwing an arm around my shoulder. He addressed the crowd with ease, telling them thanks but not to crowd me. His confidence was baffling but I guess when you’ve spent centuries being adored it comes easily.

Aphrodite pushed her way through the crowd, Ares standing behind her with a glare. I retreated further into Apollo’s embrace, remembering how he was trying to kill me just two weeks ago. “Open my present,” Aphrodite gushed, oblivious to her lover’s glare.

Shaking off Ares’ intimidation, I took the pink box in my hand. “Aphrodite, do I want to open this in front of everyone?” I asked, my eyes flickering across the room of mostly strangers and meeting my mother’s scowl.

“Yes, it’s fine!” she insisted. “It’s just perfume.” I opened it reluctantly, knowing that her perfumes were love potions. I pulled it out of the box, the label informing me that it would make me irresistible.

A few other visitors presented their gifts. I was delighted by the plants that Athena, Artemis, and a few nymphs gave me. There were a few lingerie sets that I didn’t take out of the boxes and bags. As well as a few other home goods.

By the time I had gotten through the mountain of gifts, someone had pulled out the alcoholic nectar. Aphrodite quickly pushed a champagne flute of it into my hands. “Have you ever drank, Y/N?” she asked. “You were at camp a long time.”

“Um, once when I was 15 before I became a year-round camper,” I explained. “My boyfriend at the time and I-”

“Your boyfriend?” Apollo demanded in surprise, having never left my side.

“You knew about him!” I defended. “We only made out a couple times.”

“Still,” he huffed.

“I know your children. I grew up with some of them,” I pointed out.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Yeah whatever,” he said with a pout before breaking out in a smile. “Hey, I’m gonna go talk to Hermes,” he informed, pressing a kiss to my temple. He then looked at Aphrodite. “Please don’t let her get too drunk,” he requested. “There’s a difference between mortal alcohol and god alcohol. Even Dionysus has made a fool of himself off of this stuff.”

“Don’t worry,” Aphrodite assured. “I’ll take care of her.”

He gave her an uneasy look but I just pushed him to go. “Go have fun. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he said reluctantly. “I love you,” he told me before disappearing into the crowd.

I looked back at Aphrodite and she was immediately waving her hand, shots appearing on the counter. “Oh we’re getting you wasted tonight,” she laughed. I laughed with her, grabbing a shot off the counter.

“To love,” I toasted with her as she grabbed a glass.

~~

Apollo and several other gods were in the den, talking with an American football game playing when Hermes came in. “Apollo!” he called across the room, obviously a little drunk. “Your wife is fun!” he slurred.

By now all the men were looking at him. Apollo stood up, going to his friend. “What do you mean, bud?” he asked.

“Well I was going to get some food but I ended up doing shots with Y/N,” he explained enthusiastically. A few chuckles erupted from the room. New immortals were rare but when they got inebriated the first time it was always funny. “That girl can drink.”

Apollo chuckled nervously, directing his friend to the couch before going back out to the main room. Stepping into the main living space, he found Artemis with her on the couch, trying to force ambrosia into her mouth.

“Y/N, you have to either eat or I’ll force you to throw up,” he heard Artemis threaten.

“Thanks ‘Mis,” he interrupted, taking a seat on the other side of his wife. “I’ve got it from here.” His twin nodded before standing up and disappearing into the crowd.

His wife looked at him with a smile. “Sorry I got drunk,” she giggled. Apollo couldn’t help but smile. She was cute like this.

“It’s ok, I don’t blame you. Aphrodite was supposed to watch you.”

“She did this to me.”

“Yeah, well, you need to sober up a bit before you rejoin the party,” he said, taking her hand. She followed him up into a standing position but immediately tripped over herself. Catching her, Apollo held her close to help her keep her balance. “Let’s try this,” he said, before transporting them to their bedroom.

He managed to get her to the bed, sitting her down on it. Out of nowhere she gasped. “You’re trying to take advantage of a drunk girl!” she immediately erupted into giggles.

He smiled, joining her laugh. “No, you’re gonna sleep off the shots.” She huffed but agreed anyways. Apollo thanked her for her cooperation. “I’ll be downstairs. Call me if you need anything,” he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek before going back downstairs.

~~

I laid back on the bed, staring up at the windows above me. Despite the fact that there were still no clouds in the sky, it looked like it was moving. My head seemed to swim and it was as if my body was mortal again. I felt so weak now.

Just before I found the strength to roll over and go to sleep, I head the bedroom door open. “Apollo?” I called, assuming it was him. When I got no response I sat up, finding a vaguely familiar figure coming up the stairs. My vision was too hazy to see his face distinctly.

“Hey, Y/N,” the voice came.

As the figure got closer I could finally make out his face. “Phobos?” I guessed.

He smiled. “You remember me and you’re not screaming in terror,” he chuckled. I shrugged awkwardly. He sighed, sitting on the bed next to me. “Listen, uh, I'm sorry about trying to kill you. Father’s orders, y’know?”

“Uh, sure,” I agreed.

“I was hoping you could forgive me,” he requested. He kept moving his head to look into my eyes, as if willing me to agree. Fortunately for me, my vision was going in and out of focus too much for it to have any affect.

“Yeah, we could be friends,” I slurred excitedly.

“Well, I was uh… hoping we could be more than friends,” he said nervously. Before I could ask him what he meant, his lips were on mine. His hands locked onto my jaw and neck, holding me in place as I struggled.

As he tried to lay me down on the bed, I slipped out of his grasp. Literally falling onto the floor. I tried to crawl away but he was straddling my hips, pinning me down in a second. “Apollo!” I yelled, tears streaming down my face in fear.

Before I could yell again, Apollo’s face was in front of me. As if it had replaced Phobos’. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Apollo’s voice came but it sounded hollow. “It’s just me,” he assured. His lips found my neck, hand trailing up my body.

“No!” I cried. “I don’t wanna right now. I feel weird.”

“You’ll feel better,” he assured, continuing to touch me.

“Phobos!” I yelled, pushing him away, or trying to at least. “Apollo wouldn’t do this to me!” I insisted, recalling all the times when I told him I didn’t want to do anything and he backed off. “Apollo!” I screamed again, hoping he’d hear me over the talking and music.

I cried harder as his hands found the neckline of my dress. But before he could work the garment off of me, there was a flash of light and a yell. “What in Tartarus are you doing, Phobos?!” Apollo’s enraged yell came. The god on top of me immediately changed back to his original form as Apollo yanked him away.

The vague forms of other gods appeared as Apollo was still holding Phobos. A girl I recognized as Athena came rushing over to my side, making sure I was ok. “What happened?” she asked.

It was hard to explain through the alcohol and the tears but I told them about how he came up and started trying to assault me.

“It’s not like that!” Phobos insisted. “Ares told me I should try to get with her.”

“Why?” Zeus’ booming voice demanded from his son and grandson. No one answered. “Tell me or Hecate will be administering truth serums.”

An angry voice belonging to Ares answered reluctantly. “I thought that if Y/N cheated on Apollo she'd leave him for Phobos and then he’d be devastated that my son stole his wife.” There were a few murmurs and I could vaguely hear Aphrodite reprimand him. “But I didn’t tell him to force himself on her.”

Apollo started yelling, causing some of the others to start yelling until Zeus silenced them. “Enough! Ares and Phobos, you’re coming with me. Apollo, take care of your wife. Y/N,” I think I vaguely looked in his direction, “I'm sorry your epaulia was ruined and this happened to you. Everyone else out of Apollo’s home!” he yelled to the rest of the house. There were a few groans and disagreements but within a few minutes everyone had disappeared, leaving just me, my husband, and mother.

“C’mon,” he said, picking me up off the floor. I curled into him as he carried me to the bed.

Meanwhile my mother was still there, arms crossed and tapping her foot like a cartoon. “See I knew something like this would happen.”

“Dem, can we not do this now?” Apollo asked as he placed me on the bed.

“You can’t even protect her!” she continued anyways. “You knew she was vulnerable but were too busy with your friends. I knew you weren’t capable of being a husband.”

“Hey-” Apollo began.

“And you!” Demeter continued anyway. She appeared in my still hazy vision. “Getting that drunk at your own epaulia? What were you thinking? He wouldn’t have tried to force himself on you if you hadn’t been so irresponsible.”

“That’s enough, Demeter!” my husband yelled at her. “You’ve been nothing but critical ever since you found out about us. But we’re married, twice now. You can’t change that. And are you seriously blaming her for what just happened? You of all people should be sympathetic and be glad I got there when I did.”

I could hear Demeter’s huff. “Well she wouldn’t have been in danger in the first place if you never got involved.” Then there was a flash of light and she was gone.

Apollo’s sigh came before he settled down on the bed with me. “I’m so sorry that happened,” he stated, pulling me tightly into his chest. “I never should have left you alone.”

“‘S ok,” I consoled, still slurring my words. “Not your fault.”

“I love you so much,” he said, hugging me impossibly tighter. “I swear that nothing like that will ever happen again.”

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[maria-and-aguilars-codex-1492]

Okay but can someone (if I write this myself I don't trust my own ability to do it justice it probably wouldn't be good enough) entertain the idea for a fic where its SpoilOfWar!Reader in ancient times:

1. RomanSoldier!Simon, Gaz, and Soap who bring SpoilOfWar!Reader with them on their journey back to Rome to retired general now RomanSenator!Price knowing that they would be a perfect addition to their home. SpoilOfWar!Reader complains and fights the entire way, expecting to be treated badly and turned into a slave, only to be very confused when these four romans begin lavishing them in fine clothes and jewels and treating them like a wife. Another roman citizen doesn't take kindly to that? How unfortunate for them since no one wants to incur the 141s wrath. Unfortunately this includes reader--because at the end of the day you certainly still view yourself as a spoil of war which leads to interesting debates.

2. SpartanSoldiers!141 taking reader as a spoil of war after they find them fighting back against one of their own and (nearly) winnng. They're impressed, like to the point where they just know they have to have reader as a spoil once their little war is done. Reader disagrees, doing everything in their power to prove that Sparta is worse than where they came from since the 141 act as if being a spoil of war was a favour. (And did they mention that Spartan women have more rights than the city-state reader came from?) They certainly lay on the promises that in time you'll be better off.

Bonus for AncientDeity!141:

Reader who escapes capture from being a spoil of war to a man named Graves. Desperately running and finding themselves at the Necromanteion (in our world, this is a temple for Hades and Persephone, but lets pretend the pantheon of this one is....different) where they pray to whatever Gods this temple is for only to accidentally summon the 141. Price, Simon, Gaz, and Johnny are all Underworld deities--they happen to rule it, together--and...well Godhood and immortality can be given to mortals. They know by just one look that they want to keep reader and reader prayed for help. A deal is struck. Pomegranate seeds are given. Which is where poor reader finds themselves: somehow immortal, bound to four underworld deities, and why are there flowers sprouting wherever they touch???

[strwberri-milk]

Just thinking about Abysswalker Rafayel,,,

Thinking about how he's got you pressed up against the wall, blunt and gloved fingertips digging into the sides of your body. You can hear the stutter in his breath and the way it settles against his mask, desperate to escape. You'd tease him if it weren't for how insistently he's pressing his lips to yours, the phantom sensation of them against you. His tongue traces the shape of your lips over the leather as your mouth hangs open, bringing your arms under his and holding onto his shoulders tightly.

He's right here in your arms, so close yet so far. You wish that his overly complicated clothes would just disappear but it's almost like they aren't even there with the heat radiating off of his body. He's kissing you so desperately and your lips haven't even met yet. You make the mistake of looking into his eyes, drowning in the desire and yearning he can't act on.

[ohbo-ohno]

while we’re on the subject of Greek Myth AUs (my bread and fucking butter), might I suggest a classic Hades and Persephone fusion?

I’m thinking Hades!Ghost and Persephone!Reader (obviously) and Soap would fill the role of Demeter, except instead of being Reader’s parent he’s her betrothed. He was meant to marry her until Ghost kidnapped her and took her to the Underworld, and when Soap finally finds her and sees her chained to Ghost’s throne he realizes no matter what he does Ghost is never going to let her go… so they may as well share her, hm?

Or maybe a Tantalous AU, where Soap decides to kill and serve his wife (Reader) to the gods and Ghost is so furious(because what the fuck) and so intrigued (because what the fuck) that he drags Soap to the Underworld. He puts your shade back in your body and when he sees how stunningly beautiful you are he decides he just has to keep you. And his favorite way to torture the two of you outside of rough fuckings? Dangling freedom right over your heads, just out of reach, so that you never forget that you belong to him forever.

Sorry for the rambling but I LOVE Greek mythology so damn much

~🦋

loove these, literally nothing to add to them bc they're fantastic, may i also say:

hades!soap, persephone!reader, thanatos!ghost. soap brings home his pretty wife, and suddenly that bastard from down the street is always hanging around... (or thanatos!soap who's begging like a puppy bc he works so hard to keep ghost's kingdom full :/)

hephaestus!ghost, ares!soap, aphrodite!reader. reader never met her beast of a husband (she's heard the stories, and he's never made any attempt to see her in person, only sends the occasional handmade gift - every time she shows up to his forge, it's empty, like he knew she was coming) with soap who takes care of the lonely goddess of beauty when her husband won't <3 ghost eventually catching them in a net together, and deciding to go ahead and use the both of them, and seeing what he's been missing out on

deimos & phobos soap and ghost who haunt their favorite human <3 it's just sooo fun to see how spooked she gets when they get near, her fear and panic is sooo delicious

[hypnos333]

The Poet

Apollo x Goddess reader

Synopsis: You were always the quiet type until Artemis came to you with a poem from Apollo

Your a goddess of the moon and sleep, your also the child of Erebus and Nyx meaning your well protected as your mom was feared even by Zeus.

You never talked to the twins before your closes friends were just Athena and Hermès.

You were kept to yourself, you never got used to the light all you were used to was darkness because of your parents. Every once in awhile you would hear a beautiful melody in the woods. You knew while this would be but you were always curious about the twins.

You would sneak in the bushes a watch as Apollo play music and then you would sneak back out to not seem like a stalker. You would always wear your signature dress a sky blue satin evening dress custom made with a sun and moon charm in the middle of the off shoulder.

The dress was crafted by Aphrodite herself so you know the dress is beautiful its self.

“Brother I don’t understand why you can’t give her this poem” Artemis asked irritated that she was pulled from her hunt for this. Apollo wasn’t paying attention to busy admiring you. With you dark sparkling hair and you seemed to always be sleepy but never fully sleep til night.

“Because you’re my sister and it’ll be obvious it’s from me” He said back making her sigh in frustration.

“But this seems like a love goddess thing…” Artemis mumble.

“Just go Artemis, she’s alone now” Apollo ordered making Artemis groaned before stomping towards you with the hand written poem.

“Hey ___, wait up” Artemis yelled out rushing to you making you turn her way. With a tired smile you gave her making her give back a toothy smile.

“What’s up Artemis?” You asked rubbing your eyes tiredly making her look at you nervously.

“Uhm… Well my brother wanted me to give this to you, and to read the poem once I leave so bye” She said putting Poem in you hand before rushing off before you can even say goodbye to her.

You opened the letter and read each word.

If you were mine

If kisses were start I’d gather the night sky to drape over your shoulder each star whispering how much you are loved

if smiles were water I’d fill oceans for you every wave echoing a laugh a joy you bring into my world

If memories were moments i’d offered you lifetimes each second a testament to the depth of our bond woven through time and space

If kindness was a person it would wear your face each act, a mirror of the love you give unconditionally endlessly like you give me

-Apollo

You held the letter tight, you loved it no you adored the words of this poem.

You rushed to go find Apollo to give this relationship a try and to confess your falling for him. You saw him talking to Aphrodite and Eros so you jumped on his back getting his attention as instincts took over so he held your thighs to keep you up.

“Of course i’ll be yours” you mumbled in his neck making Apollo laugh before settling you down before wrapping his arms around you. As he leaned in kissing your lips softly.

“You made me the happiest god in Olympus” he said before kissing your lips again.