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[saintxlaw]

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Imagining Apollo as the ex that your family still loves.

Summary: “Baby, you just need to send for me…”

Contains: angst, anger, smut, he is so goddamn fine, breaking up, making up, your cat is a traitor, both of them yep, fighting, threats, rough s3x, petnames, size difference, size k!nk, overstimulation, established relationships, EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL, multiple ✪rgasms, Apollo is infuriating, only because he misses you tho, desperation from both parties, unabashed longing, your his girl and he needs you nowww (｡•̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ꐦ) !!!, unprotected s3x, Apollo is also hot as fuck, mating press, biting, dacryphilia, filthy kisses (it’s my fic we’re talkin about cmon), fluff, petnames, begging cursing squirting and more we’ve got it all at the hardware store ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ◍)

A/n— English is not my first language.

“Who let you in here?”

You ask with a glare harsh enough to cool the earths core. Walking into your house, the last thing you expect to see is your ex.

Tall, gorgeous, broad and insufferable as ever.

“Your sister was here when I stopped by so she let me in— even told me to stay until you got back.” He says, flashing you a pretty smile.

“And look”, Apollo holds up your purring cat dangling happily in his hold, “Mikuni even greeted me”. You scoff at that. Figures she would, the traitor.

“Fantastic— now that I’ve seen you, you can go”. You barely spare him another glance as you start towards your bathroom. The whole point of going your separate ways was just that. No more seeing each other. Apparently that concept didn’t stick with him or your family. That left you as the last soldier standing. You refuse to allow yourself to be swayed by his smooth talking, handsome face, chiseled everything anymore.

Facing the faucet and mirror, you turn on the water only for a hand to come up from behind you and turn it off.

“Wha-!”

Before you can so much as breathe, Apollo spins you around, big hands firm around your waist, the muscles in his forearms bulge as he effortlessly lifts you onto the sink— stepping between your legs to bring his face close to yours.

Now, as pissed as you are at him. You, unfortunately in this situation are not blind. His beauty always managed to make you lose your footing. Doubly unfortunately, Apollo isn’t dumb. The piercing in his eyebrow glints under the light as he draws them together, ruddy colored hair falling around his face as he tilts his head, lips brushing your cheek.

The pulsing gets harder to ignore.

“Won’t you at least talk to me? C’monnnn pretty girl, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” Your heart clenches at the whine in his voice but you will yourself to stay firm.

“I’ll let you know when you get there.”

Apollo sighs, hot breath fanning over your jaw down to your neck and you shiver, cheeks hot. That’s not the answer he wants.

Dragging his palms down to your spread thighs accommodating his frame, he starts a slow caress. Up, down, up down— occasionally gripping the fat of them before continuing the motions all over again. Your blood starts to simmer under his attention, acutely aware of the light kisses being placed around your ears when he rasps out,

“But I missed you…”

Fuck.

You miss him too.

But you’d lose all your progress if you admit that.

“I-I-“, the lie that you don’t turns to ash on your tongue. It’s not much but he takes it.

“I’ve missed you so, soooo much my pretty girl.” The kisses get hotter, Apollo holding you tighter against him letting you feel every ridge and curve of his mouth wateringly built body.

“I know you’re still angry with me…”

Your breath catches as he meets your blown pupils with his own, leaning down slow incase you wanted out— only you don’t and with that he meets your lips with a firm, wet smooch.

“Let me make it up to you, baby.”

Stay strong, stay strong, stay strong, stay strong— you never thought you’d be chanting yourself out of getting the dicking of a lifetime.

You were going to kill your sister.

Speaking of—

“Sisterrr! Apollo came ov- OH!”

She had bounded into the room with the light on from the open door expecting to regail you with how the love of your life came by with another attempt to win you back.

Instead she finds you with your shirt being pushed off, face flushed, with Apollo standing between your legs— aaallll over you.

You push him away on instinct, pointing out the door with a steely glare.

“Out. Now.”

Apollo frowns, moving like he wants to reach for you again but ultimately deciding against it, visibly deflated he turns to leave and you ignore the tent in his pants. Your sister moves to follow him and also leave because she knew from experience that being around when you were pissed never ended well.

Your voice stops her cold in her tracks.

“Oh no, not you. Let’s have a little talk, shall we? Sister to sister.”

Let’s just say she won’t need a new for a while thanks to all the ones you rip her.

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It only gets worse.

You keep seeing him.

At the market, you’re with your younger brother trying to help him pick out guy stuff. You told him to just take one of your older brothers but he insisted you come because you’re nicer to him.

Letting out an internal coo, you went along with him. After all, where’s the harm in helping your baby brother run some errands?

“Suikichi! S’that you? Man, you’ve gotten tall!”

Harm = Apollo. You wish your life could shit something other than well aimed bricks. Huffing out a sigh, you feel the pulsing migraine between your eyebrows start to manifest. Your brother though, glows with happiness at the sight of his apparently long lost friend.

“Apollo bro! It’s been too long! Still not as tall as you though!” He says as they greet each other with a hug and you watch on like a salty old man. Your brother goes on about what he’s been up to lately, what everyone in your family has been up to, that they all miss him and of course Apollo—

“But your sister doesn’t miss me…”, he says, casting a wink over your brothers shoulder and the younger man turns to look at you before turning back, shrugging.

“Oh she does.”

That little twerp.

You hear the glee in Apollo’s voice when he asks,

“She does?” Your brother nods hard, like it’s a sure thing.

“Mhmm! It’s why she hugs us so long these days.” You aren’t going to have any relatives left at this point once you’re done killing all of them. Moving towards them, you yank him away from the back of his shirt. He yells out that he’s invited to his 17th birthday because he’s suuuch a good time. You roll your eyes and drag his ass all the way home with plans of how you’ll dispose of the body.

Apollo blows a kiss at your hastily retreating form.

“I’ll be there!”

And two and a half weeks later that’s exactly where he is.

The rose color haired hell you can’t seem to escape.

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“Ahhahahaha! Oh stop! You’re such a dear!” You hear your mother’s breathy, flattered laugh and wonder what could be so amusing. It’s just a family gathering—

“Hahahaha! Aren’t I?”

Your heart drops, eyes wide as you snap your head up to find them and certainly enough there he is. Laughing it up with your mother and other female relatives, ensnaring them with his easy wit and charm as you scowl.

Apollo.

Stomping over to them, you force a grin on your face as you greet your mother.

“—and why is Apollo here again?” Irritation radiates off you in waves and Apollo wants nothing more than to get you alone and help you work out that stress. Even though he knows he’s the one responsible for it, he wants to work you through it. Until your putty in his hands— all melty and sweet as he knows you can be.

Your mom shoots you a small look that says ‘don’t be rude’ before answering,

“Come now, you know Apollo is practically family. It wouldn’t be right to not have him around for these things.” You groan petulantly.

“But mom-“,

“And such a face. Just a doll to have around— so stop being so hard on him, ok honey?” Which is practically code for: ‘he’s hot and funny and charming plus we like him, so you better take him back.’ Red begins to dot your vision with how pissed you find yourself. It’s almost concerning. Apollo looks at you stand silently seething, winces as he prepares to leave.

It’s not him running away—no, he wants to be there for you but he also knows that he can’t force that on you before you’re ready. He cares too much about you to do that. Though with that reasoning, he wouldn’t be around your family all the time when you visit but in truth he missed you and it was the only way he could see if you had been missing him too if only a little.

His selfishness only ended up making things harder for you.

“It’s alright, I was only stopping by but I’ll be on my w-“, he stops at the you wrapping your hand around his wrist. Keeping your head down, you steady your voice enough to say,

“It’s fine. I’m glad you’re here, we needed to talk anyway, right?”

Dumbfounded and probably walking into the beatdown of his life, he’s just happy to have you acknowledge him finally and so he nods.

“Right.”

You ignore your mom and aunts waving as you drag the big stupid lug behind you. Even your sisters can’t believe their eyes as you willingly link your fingers with his, dragging him all the way to the house— away from the party gathering and potential witnesses outside, slamming the door behind you as you turn to narrow your eyes up at him.

“Okay— let’s talk.”

And talk you do.

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“Uunngh— fuck!” You scream, moaning deliriously at the breath stealing pleasure.

He’s so deep.

Folding your legs back until your knees touch your ears, back bowing off the bed, Apollo fucks you even harder—leaning down to suck filthy, wet kisses up your throat, teeth scraping the sensitive skin hungrily.

Sweat rolls off the contours of his body and the visual alone serves to make you wetter. Erotic sounds of your “talking” fill the space as he fills you over and over, slick sounds are better than any tune he’s heard as he rails you silly. Your pretty face contorts in pleasure and his cock throbs inside of you at the sight of your glossy eyes.

“Yeeeaaah, that’s it baby…lemme make you feel good”, he rasps hotly in your ear and fuck does it make you melt. Good is an understatement. You came only four minutes after he put it in and now you’re going for your fifth orgasm of your “conversation”.

Shit, you missed this.

“…missed you-!” The words are soft, almost shy as you whimper them out but Apollo hears them regardless, groaning at your sweet confession with your sopping wet heat taking him whole. Slowing down, he grinds his pelvis hot ‘n heaaavy against your throbbing wet clit in pulsing motions and you wail— hands shooting out, greedily grabbing anywhere you can touch.

Reveling in the way you fall apart, Apollo brings his head down to your tits, sucking hard at your nipples as electricity starts to buzz through you. Each heady grind has his cock kissing your g-spot with the fat wet head of his tip, the pleasure so intense it makes your teeth vibrate as you sob— ruined for him.

Popping your swollen tits from between his teeth, you moan wetly at the sting. Apollo laps your tears up from your cheek, leaning down to claim your gasping mouth. For the way he’s pounding you, the kiss is a surprising contrast. His lips follow your lead of push and pull, warm breath coasting into each others mouths before he sucks your bottom lip into his own— groaning throatily at the desperate moan you cry out as he slips his tongue inside, twining it with your own.

Fucking you even harder with your mouths fused together, your hands in his hair and you’re finally not mad at him anymore. He’s ready to marry you right now. Eventually though, you need air so he pulls away with a sloppy smack, lips wet with you and the way you look at him makes him ravenous— driving his hips to move faster as he sucks your ear, releasing it with a bite.

“Tell me—fuuuuck— tell me again, baby.”

Putting you on the spot like this, your flush blooms down to the center of your chest as you fluster and stutter.

“I-I don’t-“, but he’s too close to let you slip away now. Bringing a hand down between your sweaty bodies, Apollo strums your clit in viciously precise circles and your chest caves from how sharply you cry out.

“See? I already know she missed me but I want to hear my girl tell me she did. Mmm, fuck yes— please, baby?”

The deep coo in his voice brings you closer and it’s blinding. You’re so overstimulated that you struggle to get the words out which is a shame because those words are all Apollo needs to get there with you. Pump you nice and full, make you cry over how much you missed him.

Hiccuping wails bleat out of you with each slam of his hips into yours as he puts you through the mattress, so close he can taste it.

“Say it f’me—ah! Tell me you missed me..”, he purrs, fucking you until he can feel the outline of his cock inside your stomach. Fuck, had you gotten tighter?

With him hammering away at your sweet spot, it takes everything to slur the words out between squeals and the way your brain leaks out your ears.

But you manage.

“M- muh-! Hhngh! Missed you! Ohhgodohgodohgoddd!!” Tears run freely now as you completely fall apart beneath him, screaming your true feelings from the rooftops.

“Misssed you sooo much! Ah-! M’c-cummin!” The train it felt like you were riding finally crashes— tossing you overboard as you cum, hard. Tightening around him like a fist, your abdomen even braces as you cum so brutally you squirt, splashing his abs with your hot release as you gush like a broken faucet.

Like a trigger, Apollo reaches his limit as well, surging down to completely devour your mouth, painting your walls with his cum—and it’s a lot. Warm and gooey as he unloads rope after rope inside your pussy, flooding you with him.

Pulling off your tongue with a nasty suck, he lets out a sigh, buried deep inside you. Weakly, you reach for his hand and Apollo feels his heart swell at the gesture, sliding his hand under your palm as he brings your knuckles to his lips— kissing them sweetly as he smiles at you.

Even with you being stark naked and boneless from being thoroughly ravaged; you still get shy with him. Turning your head as you fight a grin bashfully.

And since now seems to be as good a time as any…

“I’m sorry, sweets.” You sigh but the sound is no less dreamy.

“I know, just…”

He waits.

“I don’t like you letting them hanging around you, makes them think they can have you…and you’re for me.”

You mean his fangirls. The reason you broke up—fed up with them constantly on him.

“I am for you.” Kissing your hand again, then each finger reverently. You’re the one person he’d kneel for. No other can measure to you.

“…I won’t tolerating a waiting line, Apollo.” You say in warning and you mean it. You won’t be with him while he has a slew of women waiting and trying to snatch him from you.

“Then consider them gone.” He says, bending over you to nose lovingly at your cheek and you sigh happily, nodding.

“Good.”

Pressing a kiss to your cheek, Apollo moves inside you, completely hard and you gasp. Groaning out—

“Again??” He laughs, nodding against your lips.

“Again, my love. We have a lot of catching up to do…”, he purrs as you fall together in a tangle of limbs and giggles forgetting all about the outdoor activities— much too busy with your own.

And outside your sisters sit together, sipping drinks and sharing knowing looks.

It’s been a bit past 2 hours and you two still haven’t come back out. And they had a feeling you wouldn’t any time soon. Not after what they heard from one of your other sisters involving you and a certain God.

“Told you it was only a matter of time after I caught them in the bathroom..”

They couldn’t have been more right.

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[swallowtail-cherry]

~❤️Double The Pleasure❤️~ {18+}

I have caved in to write a short threesome with these two. My writing is rusty due to not doing it in a long time, but I hope you still enjoy this, one way or another regardless!

Does not contain spoilers

Warnings: 18+, threesome, rough sex cause it's them, overstimulation?

Hades never imagined himself joining in with Qin Shi Huang to fuck you, let alone think about it. It never crossed his mind. But here he is, thrusting up in your ass, his muscular arms under your chest as Qin held onto your thighs, pounding into your pussy with reckless abandon and enjoying how quickly you came the first time. Both kings felt you squeeze their cocks for the fourth time, your eyes half lidded and body trembling.

"Nngh- Pussy's still clamping down." Qin's voice came out like a hiss, moving his hips faster. Hades began moving his hips too, feeling the ripple of your ass against them. At this point, after your fourth orgasm, your mind was going blank and your energy was draining.

"Is this what you wanted? Two kings destroying your insides~" The voice of Hades went in your ear, one hand rubbing over one of your nipples and the other going down to rub your sensitive bud. Your throat was sore from moaning, yet more came out.

"Yes- Let me have more~" That sentence slipped out of your lips. Both of their cocks throbbed painfully from the need and desperation in your voice, making Qin push your legs forwards so he can hit deeper inside your entrance and Hades sank his teeth into your neck hard. They increased the speed of their thrusts, just like the previous times.

"As our lovely lady wishes. We'll rot any remaining sense until you remember nothing but our names~" Qin growls, his grip on your legs tightening. Hades continued to sink his teeth in the soft flesh of your neck, drawing slight blood, his fingers on your clit rubbing faster.

"Hell- I'm close-" Hades growled on your neck, feeling himself seconds from cumming. Qin also felt himself getting close, his last few thrusts getting rougher so he can keep feeling your walls around his cock, leaning towards your face to kiss your harshly.

"My- My Kings~" You reached your orgasm and you came, a slight raspy moan coming out of you. Not too long after, Hades shot his load up inside your ass, and Qin came too, both their cum filling you up once again. You pulled away from Qin and threw your head back, earning another moan from you, but this one was much louder.

The two kings stopped thrusting, their cocks still inside you as the three of you took a minute to calm down from your orgasms. You couldn't think properly, your vision fuzzy from how hard they fucked you. They both slowly pulled out, watching as some of their cum leaked out of your holes. Hades slowly moved away from your neck, wiping the small blood off and Qin moved your legs forwards. You were shaking and when you tried to sit up, you fell forwards but they caught you.

"Good girl. You took us very well." Hades breathed out. They helped you lay down, taking each side of you, watching you breathe slowly. They gave you a soft kiss on your cheeks, running their hands on your body.

"You did indeed~ Next time, we will get past five rounds."

[cosmosstern]

A kiss before the fight that could define the future of humanity

How could a scientist love a star so much?

[indiewritesxoxo]

frat!sukuna crashing out over gojo trying to steal his baby mama!

frat!sukuna wouldn't say he baby trapped you.

because apparently, the whole trap part didn't fucking work in the first place.

if it did, you wouldn't be letting rival frat president!gojo buy you groceries and grin at you like he couldn't wait to get in your panties. freak just wanted to try your fucking breast milk.

the white-haired idiot had no interest in changing diapers or pushing around strollers or burping a four-month old only to end up with a trail of spit down his shirt.

but noooooo, it seemed like you still thought he would make a better boyfriend than the actual father of your child.

sure, okay, it wasn't like the two of you had ever officially dated. but fucking in the bathroom at frat parties was and going out for breakfast together the morning after was kinda close? besides, you were supposed to come to him all doe-eyed and distraught with a pregnancy test in hand to let him lock you down for good and become future father of the year. not just retreat and run away - right into the arms of a waiting buffoon with nothing better to do than beg for your attention.

he'd been trying to step up. but someone wouldn't stop getting in the goddamn way.

sukuna knew you used to tutor him. he just hadn't known how borderline obsessed gojo was with you.

intercepting his calls, pretending to be you over text, trying to tell him the wrong times for appointments and pick ups, everything possible in his power to put himself firmly between the two of you. you didn't even believe him when he tried to tell you either.

rolling your eyes and swearing that satoru would never.

you were naive. a little awkward. the shy sort that got all agitated at the slightest bit of attention. sukuna liked the way you flushed just from a few words, how you refused to meet his stare unless you were laid bare beneath him, biting your lip or burying your face into his collarbone when he groaned your name.

so how the hell had a guy like satoru gojo sunk his claws into you right under his nose?

"he just wants to fuck you," sukuna gritted his teeth, trying not to actually growl when you slid into the booth across from him - all while mr. moron who snuck in walked over to the barista with your baby strapped to his chest.

"i think you're projecting," you muttered under your breath, arching up an eyebrow and swirling a straw around the drink sukuna already ordered you. your favorite.

"i never said i didn't," he sharply retorted, holding his chin up high like it wasn't eating him fucking alive seeing you act like a married couple with gojo when that was supposed to be him.

"come on, it's not like you're actually interested anymore," you murmured, shaking your head as you sighed at him.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" he frowned, brows furrowed tight.

"you're surrounded by sorority girls most weekends," you shrugged, as if he wasn't trying to spend every night you'd let him at your place taking night shifts with his son. "and i just had a baby."

"did he fucking say something to you?" he snapped, squinting accusingly at gojo before swiveling his head back to you.

you were all flustered, your cute face scrunching as you scoffed and motioned for him to lower his voice, "it's common sense. we're not together. of course you're sleeping with other girls. it's fine, i-"

"no, no, i'm-" he protested, but you weren't finished, awkwardly mumbling that it wasn't like the two of you were ever something serious anyway.

"satoru asked me to be his girlfriend yesterday," you added, shoulders sheepishly bobbing up. "so, you know, if you decide to date around too, it's not gonna be weird or anything."

"did you say yes?" he gawked, grinding his molars as he debated on banging his own head against the wall of the cafe.

"well, not yet," you mumbled, tilting your head to the side. "but i'm-"

"you two talkin' about me?" your not-boyfriend chuckled, grinning as he returned with a bag filled with muffins and croissants and whatever else filled with sugar he could find on the menu.

you opened your mouth to speak, but then you abruptly glanced down at your chest, mouth pressing together as you sighed and slipped out of the booth, holding your arm's out to take your baby back. his baby back. "i think i'm about to start leaking. i'm gonna go feed him out in the car."

sukuna almost said that no one would give a shit if you fed him in here. but he knew you better. knew you'd never be comfortable with that - so he bit his tongue, not exactly pleased at the prospect of spending the next twenty minutes sitting here with gojo waiting for you to come back.

"her tits look fuckin' great, don't they?" satoru chirped the second you slipped out the door, loudly opening the bag and popping the first thing he pulled out into his mouth.

"shut the fuck up," sukuna snapped at him, scowling as he resisted the urge to strangle him.

the asshole was just trying to ragebait him.

and it was unfortunately working a little too well.

"can i ask you something?" gojo grinned, crumbs falling to the table as he spoke with a full mouth.

"no," sukuna automatically replied.

"what would you do if i gave your son a sibling?"

[blackgillart]

Here I go again, drawing another little story! As you can probably guess, it's not exactly a cheerful one. Hopefully I'll have enough motivation to see it through to the end!😂

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hello! Can I request a Ror Kojiro Sasaki x fem reader. You know how in Valhalla when the characters die, they return in their prime. Can you do where Sasaki was talking with other gods/humans, and they see the reader who is an attractive young maiden and they are shocked to see she is in a relationship with the old looking man. Even though they knew each other before he looked like that. Love your work!

“Can you believe she’s with that old man?”

“Talk about robbing the cradle.”

“You know, she’s actually older than Kojiro. It’s just unfortunately he didn’t become worth anything until he was a lot older. So sad….”

Kojiro pretended not to listen, but it hurt to hear these comments.

He always pretended that it didn’t bother him. That nothing ever got to him, and for the most part a lot of things didn’t. However, his relationship with [Y/N] was one that did bother him a little. The other god was right, [Y/N] was actually older than him and he just had the unfortunate luck to be at his prime near the end of his life. Though his body was without all the aches and pains now in death, he still looked like an old man dating a much younger woman.

“What’s with that face?” He turned to see [Y/N] there. Offering him one of the teas she had gone to collect.

“What makes you think anything is wrong?” Kojiro asked with a big grin.

“Kojiro….” Of course she knew. She was one of the few people that knew when he was really unbothered or just pretending. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

The swordsman sighed and looked at his tea. “Do you ever feel that there is an imbalance in our relationship?”

“Imbalance?” [Y/N] asked as she sat next to him.

“With how we look. Dating someone who looks like….this?”

[Y/N] chuckled at his question, but not really to laugh at him. “Do you think me so shallow, Kojiro?” He looked surprised at the question, then blushed in shame, but [Y/N] just leaned closer to him. “I love the man you are. Not for what you look like. Would you like me less if I was older, or less pretty?”

“Of course not!”

“Then don’t ask stupid questions.”

[Y/N] then turned to sip her tea and Kojiro smiled softly. Feeling foolish. “I guess this old man still has a lot to learn.”

“You’ll still need 100 years to check up with me, sonny. So I guess we’ll just have to be stuck together for a while.”

[strawberrymilkteashoujo]

hiii!! hope you’re doing well :) may i request some boyfriend vs yandere hcs for leonidas, soji okita, simo häyhä and kojiro sasaki?? only if it’s not too much of a problem ofc :’) thank you so much <3

ᰔᩚ “I Was Made For Lovin' You.”

Summary: Three legendary warriors each reveal how their love changes when devotion crosses into obsession, contrasting healthy romance with darker, possessive forms of affection. Trigger Warnings: Yandere themes, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, emotional manipulation, stalking, implied violence, and unhealthy relationship dynamics. A/N: Hello!!! Thank you for asking!! I'm doing pretty good and hope you're doing very well back, Anon (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)っ♡ And of course this is no prob to write!! Nothing is to dark... maybe (・・"") BUT REGARDLESS. I hope you enjoy this (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

🍓 NORMAL HEADCANONS:

Leonidas loves loudly. He's not the type of guy to constantly whisper sweet words in your ear or keep you hidden away from people, he just shows his love through his physical actions.

He'll throw an arm around your shoulders, challenge you to train with him if he knew you could handle it, proudly introduce you as his partner, trust you when he knows you've earned it, and encourage your independence. He wants you to be you but alongside him.

He likes somebody with a backbone. This guy does not want you to bend over backwards for him and his temper, or anybody else's for that matter.

When you argued with each other it's a constant back and forth. You argue, he argues back. And while it may last for a while, it almost always ends with him laughing and asking if you're hungry.

Leonidas' love languages would mostly be physical affection, acts of service, and quality time. He'll always make sure you're content and taken care of, showing you off subtly by holding you against his chest while he hangs in his hammock reading.

Unsurprisingly, Leonidas is extremely protective of you. He is the King of the Spartans and many want his head, even eons after your original deaths. But, he always holds it back so he doesn't become controlling.

His mentality summarized is: "You're strong enough to stand beside me."

🍓 YANDERE HEADCANONS:

When Leonidas is a yandere, it just evolves from that more cute and protective love to a more, "Mine protects mine."

Yandere! Leonidas would not become manipulative, instead he becomes territorial. If somebody flirted with you and he's there to see it? He stares them down before they finish their sentence. If somebody goes so far as to threaten you? He solves that problem within hours at the max.

His possessiveness sounds more like he's keeping you close rather than that cold, dangerous, "You're never leaving."

This guy, mainly due to his life of constant battles and constant handling of betrayals, Yandere! Leonidas genuinely believes the world is dangerous. He eventually begins deciding things for you because he thinks he knows what's safest for you.

The way this shows is by him walking everywhere with you, choosing who you spend your time with, constantly checking if you're okay, and standing between you and almost everybody. The few he'd have no big issues with you being with when he's not there would be his closest soldiers, such as Hagis, or a Valkyrie sister.

The dangerous part is that he doesn't see any of this as an obsession, he sees it as his duty as your lover. And if you ever tried leaving him? That would shatter him. Not because of wounded pride -- but because he'd be convinced you were walking into danger without him.

🍓 NORMAL HEADCANONS:

Despite his more volatile tendencies as a swordsman, Soji is surprisingly playful. His energetic nature molds perfectly with his teasing and smiles, which always manage to brighten your day.

Soji is very affectionate. He loves to be around you and breath in your presence. His arms would be around your waist as he sits behind you, plopping his chin on top of your head as he talks about whatever came to his mind.

He also just loves making you laugh. Seeing you smile and feel so light makes him happy.

Soji also likes to steal little moments. From holding your hand when you wouldn't expect him to, to leaning against you, randomly complimenting you -- even when in the middle of a fight, and just watching how you react to things, causing by him or not.

But, while he acts carefree, Soji notices everything about you. And the moment he sees you upset, he already is asking what's wrong. His emotional awareness with you exceeds damn near anybody else from this series when in a relationship.

🍓 YANDERE HEADCANONS:

His love would become a quiet obsession.

He acts the exact same. He smiles the same, laughs the same, teases the same. It's like there is no difference in the healthy and the toxic. A blurred line. And that is what makes it so much more unsettling.

Instead of openly controlling you, he just appears there. When you mention going somewhere, Yandere! Soji's there. Someone messages you or just talks to you, Yandere! Soji knows. If someone hurts your feelings? They mysteriously stop bothering you, and Yandere! Soji's right there beside you.

Yandere! Soji justifies everything with an innocent smile. He's "only helping" and "isn't that what a great partner does?"

His biggest trait goes from making you smile to constantly observing you. It's not because he doubts you or your love. It's because he wants to know absolutely everything.

His jealousy is far from explosive. His jealousy is about as quiet as a mute mouse. He politely smiles while mentally deciding if someone shouldn't be around you any longer.

Yandere! Soji's frightening as a yandere because he never raises his voice.

He hides in the shadows, protecting you in his own twisted way.

🍓 NORMAL HEADCANONS:

Kojiro is incredibly patient in general, but with you it becomes tenfold. He's the perfect man. He's gentle, thoughtful, and enjoys simply existing beside you. Kojiro is just perfection.

He loves having tea, walking together, just talking about anything, watching the sunrises and sunsets, this guy is just *chef's kiss*

He is the kind of man who could spend hours just sitting and listening to you talk. There are no thoughts going through his head, and while he may zone out from time to time, he always thinks one thing: "Watching their face completely light up with excitement is my absolute favorite view in the world..."

Kojiro encourages your dreams instead of pushing his own on you. If you wanted to be an artist or a singer for example, this guy would happily, almost excitedly, encourage you with all his might.

By far the least jealous of the three listed.

The swordsman understands people very well. Maybe it's because of his tendency to travel and just meet people, or maybe it's because he's naturally observant. Nobody really knows, not even himself.

He trusts you a lot. Kojiro has told you things that he hasn't told anybody.

If you're upset, he listens first. And, and only if he really understands what you're going through, he will offer you advice.

🍓 YANDERE HEADCANONS:

Yandere! Kojiro is very subtle, one of the most subtle yanderes that you could attract. It is pretty much impossible to notice his changes. You would need the omnipotence of the LORD himself to see it.

He is a strategist by nature. Instead of reacting emotionally to something against you, he calculates. He'll start predicting everybody around you: who talks, likes, or could become a threat to you, and he documents them.

Anybody that could be arranged in the end is arranged. He predicts actions very well, as we saw during his fight against Poseidon, so he would make sure whatever he does ends with the people he dislikes being around you drifting away in a seeming natural way.

Nothing seems forced, and that is what makes him dangerous.

Yandere! Kojiro convinces himself of one thing: "This path keeps them the happiest."

He rarely loses his temper. Instead, Yandere! Kojiro gently guides your life until nearly every important you make somehow includes him.

Unlike Yandere! Leonidas, who protects physically, or Yandere! Soji, who constantly watches, Yandere! Kojiro controls through understanding you; physically and mentally.

He knows exactly what you'll likely do before you do it.

A wolf in sheep's clothing at its finest.

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[strawberrymilkteashoujo]

Hello, could you write a headcanon about Hades, Beelzebub, and Poseidon from Record of Ragnarok featuring a goddess wife who menstruates? Let's pretend goddesses menstruate.

Anyway, she's menstruating, but since her husband is very busy with work, she didn't want to bother him (and being a powerful goddess, as powerful as her husband, she thought she could handle it) and endured everything in silence, until one day, after days of severe cramps, body aches, heavy flow, and loneliness, as well as a bad mood, she was lying in bed with her eyes closed, trying to calm her breathing and fight the cramps, when her husband came into the room and saw her in that state.

How do you think they would react? Would they notice their wife's strange behavior or not?

(By the way, the reader is immune to Beelzebub's curse, and I would like to ask you to do a normal version and a yandere version of this request, please. By the way, I love your writing :))

ᰔᩚ “I'd Worship Your Body.”

Summary: When his wife quietly endures days of painful menstruation rather than disturb her husband's demanding duties, her divine husband discovers that even the mightiest Gods cannot stand idly by when the woman he loves suffers in silence. Trigger Warnings: Mentions of menstruation and periods. A/N: Heyyy!!! I got some ideas down for this and finally got them written out (´꒳`) Thank you for loving my writing so much to request btw!! Anyways, enjoy reading ( ˘ ³˘)ノ°ﾟº❀｡°ﾟº❀｡

🍓 NORMAL HEADCANONS:

When Hades connects the dots, his expression would immediately become serious. He'd realize that your exhaustion, unusually quiet behavior, and extra time spent in bed weren't random.

His first thought was about how long you have been enduring this, and when you reveal that it has been days of you going through it would bother him considerably. He wouldn't be angry that you were menstruating, it is a natural bodily function after all -- but he'd be upset that you felt you had to hide your suffering from him.

Hades sits beside you and calmly asks what was wrong. He doesn't give you a set time to tell him, instead he gives you plenty of time to answer on your own.

Once you explained that you didn't want to interrupt his work, Hades would give you a very stern look. "My responsibilities as the King of Helheim are never more important than my wife's well-being."

Afterwards, Hades would rearrange his schedule where possible, delegating what can be delegating so that he could be there to make sure you have everything you needed -- water, food, blankets and whatever helps you feel more comfortable.

Hades might be quietly offended you thought you'd be bothering him by telling him you were hurting, but he'd manage past it in order to make it very clear that you never need to suffer silently just to accommodate his schedule.

🍓 YANDERE HEADCANONS:

Yandere! Hades' reaction is more intense because he'd interpret your silence as you putting yourself through unnecessary suffering because you didn't want to disturb him.

His calm demeanor would become frighteningly serious. Not towards you, but to the situation. The thought that you were lying there in pain while he continued working would genuinely upset him.

Yandere! Hades would want to know exactly how long you'd been suffering and why you hadn't told him sooner. When you explain that you thought he was too busy and that you figured you could handle it, he'd respond with, "You are not an interruption."

His possessiveness would then manifest as becoming extremely attentive whenever you weren't feeling well.

He'd start making sure you had whatever you needed before you even asked. He'd also become much more observant of subtle changes in your behavior, determined not to miss any signs that you were uncomfortable yet again.

And, if you tried to dismiss him and tell him to get back to work, he'd refuse to accept it.

His main issue is not the menstruation itself, but the realization that his beloved wife believed she had to endure pain alone rather than rely on him.

🍓 NORMAL HEADCANONS:

Beelzebub notices the pattern before you even explained it. He's very analytical, so several days of unusual behavior followed by you lying in bed would make him suspicious.

Once he actually realizes that you're menstruating and have been having severe cramps, he becomes unusually quiet -- for his standards at least. He'd walk into the bedroom and quietly sit next to you before asking why you didn't tell him.

When you say you didn't want to bother him while he worked, he just stares like he genuinely doesn't understand the logic. "You were in pain, and your concern was whether you were disturbing me?" He'd ask, trying to get you to clarify.

Beelzebub would then carefully research or recall what could help with the discomforts and make sure you had access to appropriate comfort measures; heated blankets, food, water, pillow, etc.

And the fact you're immune to his curse helps him not worry about accidentally causing additional harm.

He'd very likely spend more time in the room than usual, working nearby while keeping an eye on you just in case. Beelzebub isn't very expressive overall, especially when he works, but his actions would make it obvious your well-being has become his immediate priority.

🍓 YANDERE HEADCANONS:

Yandere! Beelzebub would become extremely fixated on figuring out exactly how long you had been suffering without his knowledge, mentally replying every interaction you'd had during those days, looking for signs that he may have missed, everything.

The fact you had hidden this from him specifically because you didn't want to inconvenience him would bother him way more than he'd express.

His response isn't loud or dramatic -- it'd be quiet, intense, and frighteningly focused.

Yandere! Beelzebub would become hyper-aware of your physical condition, watching for even a subtle sign of discomfort. He also begins to anticipate your needs rather than waiting for you to ask for anything.

If you apologized for interrupting his work, he'd shut it down almost right at the start. His possessiveness takes the form of wanting to be the person you rely on first whenever something is wrong.

And, while you may think he's just a hint upset at not being able to continue his experiments, Beelzebub would actually be irritated with himself since he should have recognized the signs sooner.

Ultimately, he'd develop an almost obsessive rule in his mind; she doesn't get to quietly suffer while he remains unaware again.

🍓 NORMAL HEADCANONS:

Poseidon would initially be confused about why you've been spending so much time in bed. You're normally constantly by his side, powers mixing in dangerous auras to keep anyone not wanted at a distance.

Once he realizes you have been menstruating and has been suffering from severe cramps, his expression would become noticeably colder. Not because he's angry with you, he understands your pain to a degree, but because he's displeased you concealed something so crucial from him.

He'd ask why you didn't inform him. And when you tell him that you didn't want to disturb his work, he'd just give you an immediate, unimpressed stare.

Poseidon is not a very verbal person, so his response to it would be short and blunt, "You should have told me."

He would then start making sure you were comfortable without making a huge production out of it; he'd remain nearby, silently doing his own work while making sure you weren't worsening.

If you tried to insist you could handle it and that he could go back to work as normal, Poseidon would remind you that handling something alone doesn't mean you should have too -- a really impressive thing coming from him.

His care would be understated, but you could notice how he suddenly has considerably fewer reasons to leave the bedroom.

🍓 YANDERE HEADCANONS:

Yandere! Poseidon would definitely be the kind to take this personally.

His first reaction is disbelief that his own wife had been suffering for days without telling him, then it would flow into extreme displeasure at the idea that you had been considering his work more important than you.

He doesn't raise his voice, but his anger would mold into unnerving quiet.

He'd just grip onto his trident and narrow his eyes at you. Yandere! Poseidon demands to know why you thought you couldn't interrupt him, after all, you were his wife -- a person he chose over anyone else, that he decided to share everything wife. A true honor considering who he is in the heavens.

Yandere! Poseidon's possessiveness would show through his insistence on being informed whether you were feeling unwell, leading him to become much more observant afterward, noticing changes in your mood, energy, and behavior almost immediately.

If you attempted to brush him off and put him back to work again, he'd see through it easily.

The underlying thought would be very simple; if you are suffering, Yandere! Poseidon wants to know. And he absolutely does not want you believing you have to endure it alone.

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[strawberrymilkteashoujo]

You are like the best RoR writter I have found that are still active with the fandom!

(*/□＼*) may I suggest some Kojiro Sasaki boyfriend headcanons or a small story with an oc who use to know him during life, but they never got to talk, she simply watched him from a distance perhaps while she wondered in the forest and got to admired his determination while he trained, but died first than him. They only remeet again in Valhalla after his fight with Poseidon. She still looks young in the age she died

ᰔᩚ “You're The Cure, You're The Pain.”

Summary: After reuniting in Valhalla centuries after their untimely death, a quiet admirer from Kojiro Sasaki's past discovers that the swordsman they once watched from afar never forgot them -- and together, they find the chance at a love that neither of them was able to pursue in life. Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death and violence (but not too bad). A/N: Hiiii!! Awe thank you so much for the compliments, y'all are going to melt my heart one of these days (╥ω╥) Anyways, I hope you enjoy this lil fic I wrote about our loser sword boy! ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و⚔♡

The gardens of Valhalla were quiet.

Not silent, never silent. Somewhere beyond the winding stone paths, warriors would spare with enough force to shake mountains, the deities debated over cups of sake, and the occasional burst of laughter echoed through the endless leaved halls. But here, beneath the towering maple trees whose crimson leaves never seemed to fall, the world felt strangely at peace.

Even when you were alive you had always liked places like this.

You had wandered through the garden-like land without any destination, hands tucked behind your back as a familiar sound reached your ears. The sound of a blade cutting through the air repeatedly.

Shff...

Again.

Shff...

Again.

It was rhythmic. Precise. Almost comforting.

Your feet carried you towards the clearing before you even thought about following the sound, as if your body automatically glided to the noise like a hound to prey.

There, beneath the shade of an old cedar tree, stood a man with silver hair tied loosely behind him. His kimono sleeves swayed with every movement of his wooden sword as he practiced alone, each strike fluid enough to seem effortless.

There was no audience and no applause.

Only him.

Your breath caught before your meek voice came out.

"...Kojiro."

He looked older than the young swordsman you remembered. His shoulders were broader, his smile somehow softer, and the countless centuries he had spent refining himself lingered quietly in his eyes.

Yet somehow... he looked exactly the same.

--

Long before Valhalla, long before the deities and mankind clashed for the fate of existence, there was a forest.

You often wandered its narrow paths whenever life became too loud. The gentle rustling of leaves had always been easier to understand than people.

That was where you had first saw him; a young swordsman, alone. Every morning, every afternoon, sometimes even until the moon rose.

You had never spoken to him. You simple watched from behind the trees while he practiced against invisible opponents, swinging until his hands bled, until sweat soaked through his clothes, until exhaustion forced him to kneel.

Sometimes another swordsman would challenge him. Sometimes he'd lose.

Actually... most of the time he lost.

Yet every defeat ended the same way; he smiled then stood back up.

There had been something mesmerizing about that. Not his talent, not his victories; but his determination.

No matter how many times the world knocked him down, Kojiro Sasaki rose again with the same quiet grin, treating every loss as though it were another lesson gifted to him.

You had wanted to speak to him countless times.

To ask why he smiled after losing. To tell him someone believed his efforts mattered.

But shyness always won.

And eventually... your life ended before courage ever could.

--

Kojiro sheathed the wooden sword across his shoulder and turned towards you. His eyes widened only slightly. Then, to your surprise, he smiled.

"Ah."

The warmth in his voice made your heart skip.

"So that's where you disappeared too."

You blinked in surprise. "...You know me?"

"I wouldn't say know," he chuckled. "But I remember you."

"You... remember me?"

"Of course." He tilted his head, studying you with the same thoughtful curiosity one might reserve for an old memory finally rediscovered. "There was always someone hiding behind the trees."

Heat rushed to your face suddenly. "I wasn't hiding--"

"Oh?" His smile widened. "Then perhaps you simply had an excellent appreciation for forests."

Silence.

"...I wasn't hiding."

He laughed. Not mockingly, but gently.

"I thought so."

You stared.

"I never said anything to you."

"No."

"You never even looked at me."

"I did." His answer came so naturally that you almost missed it. "When someone visits the same place every week for years..." He said, "...It's difficult not to notice."

He looked towards the trees surrounding you both. "You know, I wondered where you went." His smile faded just enough to become wistful. "Then one day... you stopped coming."

Your chest tightened. "I..." You shifted your feet just slightly. "I died."

Silence settled between you.

Kojiro's eyes softened. "So that's what happened."

There was no pity in his expression, only understanding.

"You were so young."

You nodded once.

"Eighteen."

"I see..."

His gaze lingered on your face for a moment before he smiled again, though more gently this time. "I suppose that explains why you haven't changed."

You let out a small laugh despite yourself.

"No. I haven't."

--

Days passed.

Then weeks.

Neither of you intentionally sought the other out. Yet somehow... you kept meeting.

At first it was coincidence. Then habit.

Eventually... expectation.

Kojiro would wave whenever he spotted you across Valhalla.

"There you are!"

Sometimes he'd invite you to walk with him through the woods. Sometimes you'd sit together beneath the trees while he sharpened his sword. Sometimes you simply watched him train, just as you had centuries ago.

One afternoon he paused mid-swing.

"You know..."

You looked up.

"You've always been my audience."

"I didn't think you noticed..."

"I notice more than people think."

He rested the sword on his shoulder. "I never understood why someone would spend so much time watching a swordsman who couldn't stop losing."

You smiled. "I wasn't watching because you lost."

"Oh?"

"I watched because... you never quit."

For a long moment he simply looked at you. Then, he laughed quietly to himself.

"...I like that answer."

--

After the defeat of Poseidon, everyone in Valhalla looked at Sasaki Kojiro with awe; the man who had accomplished the impossible. The swordsman who felled a God.

But sitting beside him beneath the maple trees, you still saw the young man standing alone in a forest, smiling through another defeat.

And perhaps that was why Kojiro found himself seeking your company more and more.

One evening, while the two of you watched the crimson leaves sway overhead, he spoke without looking away from the horizon.

"You know, I've been thinking."

"About what?"

"When I was alive... I thought the greatest joy in life would be becoming stronger." He chuckled. "I wasn't wrong. But..."

He glanced towards you.

"I've discovered another joy."

Your heartbeat began to quicken as you replied, "What is it?"

He smiled -- that same warm, humble smile that had survived every defeat and every century unscathed.

"Walking beside someone who believed in me... before I ever gave them a reason too."

Your lips parted while he continued to speak softly.

"You knew the swordsman who always lost. The stubborn fool who wandered from duel to duel. Not the man who defeated a God." His gaze never left you. "And somehow... I think that version of me was the luckier one."

The evening breeze stirred the maple leaves between you, yet neither of you spoke. There wasn't a need.

For the first time in either of your lives -- or afterlives -- neither of you was watching from afar anymore.

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[cosmosstern]

Sleeping together while studying is so romantic<3

oh yeah i did a straw page now

!

[moonii3]

𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀’𝐒 keeping a very, very dark secret from you. ₊⊹ 𝒻. reader

“we’re coming to you live with the latest updates on the four bodies found brutally mutilated outside of shibuya . . .”

your hands tighten on the fabric of sukunas wife beater as the news anchors grimly recounts the attacks that happened only a few blocks from your apartment.

sukuna knows you’re scared.

you’ve done nothing but ramble on & on about the so called spider lily killer — or whatever they’ve decided to call him.

“that’s just awful,” you lift your cheek off his chest to look at the television. yellow police tape & police lights flutter across the screen. “kuna, do you think i should worry? i mean shibuya’s not far . . .”

“i think you’re good, baby,” sukuna’s hand glides lazily up your spine before settling onto the back of your head, fingers disappearing into your hair.

you turn to face him, your chin sitting on top of his muscular chest as you flutter you lashes, searching his face for reassurance. “how do you know?”

the corner of his mouth twitches. “because i said so.”

you don’t question him. you never really do. why would you? he was six foot & like 200 pounds of pure muscle. he’d never let anything happen to you.

so, you nod, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips before curling back beside him, your head tucked beneath his chin.

“i hate thinking that there’s really people out there that are just . . . that sick in the head.”

sukuna doesn’t say a word. he was too focused on the television as the news anchors continued listing injuries so grotesque they refuse to show any up close footage of the crime scene

he almost scoffs.

fools.

they weren’t even describing it correctly.

“. . . authorities believe the suspect is highly organized and extremely dangerous . . .”

you press yourself closer to sukuna.

he can feel every ounce of fear running through your body.

every tremble.

every soft gasp as the lead detective explains what motives they think could’ve made someone do something as heinous as this.

vigilante theory?

how generous of them to assume he cares about mortality.

multiple killers?

they’re underestimating how quickly one man can kill.

they were all just so wrong.

a slow smile settles into his face —— small enough that if you were looking, you’d never notice it.

there was something amusing about it.

his girlfriend was so scared of this monster she couldn’t even put a face to.

yet had no idea that the same man she was so afraid of was the rubbing her back to sleep right now.

[fiore-nyx12]

Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a breeding Kink with Poseidon, Hades and Thor from RoR with Reader and some fluffy Yandere if you want.

Yandere! NSFW! Record of Ragnarok

Notes: Minors don't interact pls. Straight up smut. No plot. 18+. Thor, Poseidon and Hades x FEM! Reader (Separately). Breeding kink. Vaginal sex. A pinch of yandere. Thor is kinda in a hurry to have sex with the reader (desperate boi). Hades wanted a big family. Degradation, spanking, doggy style, rough sex (Poseidon). Praise, DDLG kink, missionary (Hades). Mating press, biting kink, rough sex (Thor).

Poseidon

Poseidon's hands grip your waist firmly as he moves with calculated precision, each thrust meant to ensure maximum conception. His whisper is dark and commanding against your ear. "Such a shame really... such beauty being wasted on mere mortal flesh. When this is done... I'll have you cleaned up properly and presented at court."

You whine softly. Squirming against his hold as he held you down by the waist. His balls slapping against your clit making you clench down on him while you bury your head to your pillow.

He pauses for a moment, his grip tightening as he leans down to look into your eyes. His voice is a low growl "Do not struggle. It will only make this more difficult for you." He resumes his movements, each thrust deliberate and powerful, designed to fulfill his purpose of breeding you.

"Poseidon!" You cry out, feeling overwhelmed with his deep thrusts. You yelp as he lands a harsh spank to your butt making you jolt and look at him with flushed cheeks.

He silences you with a firm kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth as he continues his relentless pace. One hand reaches up to grab your chin, holding your face still as he claims you completely. When he pulls back, his eyes are cold and commanding "You will bear my child, Y/n. You will have no choice but to carry it."

He increases his pace, his hips pounding against yours as he seeks to plant his seed within you. His other hand reaches up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, but a clear warning not to turn your head or struggle. You moan as his rough thrusts hit the spots so perfectly making you moan. Your hands gripping onto the sheets. You bit down on one of the pillows as you moan and whimper.

Poseidon's breathing grows heavier, his grip on your thighs bruising as he pounds into you relentlessly as he notices the way you moan and tremble in pleasure beneath him. He leans down, his voice a harsh whisper "You are insatiable, Y/n. Such a hungry little thing." He thrusts deeper, hitting a spot that makes you gasp.

"Poseidon!" You gasp, your teeth letting go of the soft fabric of the pillow as he thrusts so deep into your tight pussy.

A satisfied smirk tugs at his lips as he hears you cry out his name. He loves the way it sounds on your lips, especially during these moments of intense breeding. He leans down to capture your mouth in a rough kiss, swallowing your cries as he continues his relentless pace. "That's right... Only my name comes out of your pretty lips."

"Poseidon! Poseidon!!!" You cry as you soon cum all over his cock making him groan. He kisses you deeply, his tongue dominating your mouth as he fills you completely with his hot cum. He breaks the kiss with a groan, his forehead resting against yours as he releases inside of you. He stays buried deep, his softening member still inside of you. "Enough for now."

He watches your chest rise and fall rapidly, satiated for now. He realizes your body is small and delicate compared to his large, muscled frame. He carefully pulls out, watching as his seed leaks out slightly. He suddenly feels protective, covering your body with a blanket without a word.

"Rest, my pearl. Because I'm not done yet with you. I'll make sure you carry my child soon."

Hades

Hades presses the head of his cock against your entrance, feeling your wetness coating it. He pushes in slowly, letting you feel every inch as he slides into you tight pussy. "Is this what you need, my little girl? My dick inside your tiny pussy?"

"Yes.. yes Daddy!" You whimper in response, gripping the pillow beneath your head.

"Good girl..." He murmurs, slowly thrusting in and out now - not fucking, but satisfying your neediness. "Look at how desperate you get, needing your Daddy's cock inside you..." His voice is both teasing and tender, his hands stroking her back possessively.

"You're asking to be bred, baby girl." He growls softly as he continues to thrust into your wet folds making you keen. Your toes curling with how deep his thrusts get into you.

Hades continues his slow, deliberate thrusts, each one pushing a little deeper into your eager pussy. He can feel you clenching around him, trying to keep him inside. A smirk tugs at his lips as he realizes how thoroughly he's claimed his innocent mortal girl.

It went for hours in the long night. He was adamant on getting you pregnant for both his pleasure and his plans. He liked seeing you so helpless and needy beneath him. His pretty baby girl. Cumming on his dick as he showers you with praises and kisses.

"I'll make sure you're so full, baby. So full that you won't help but leak my cum for days on end." The greek god of death whispers into your ear as he thrusts. You moan and whine beneath him. Each thrust makes you see stars as your back arches in pleasure.

You feel that coil inside you tighten. You cry and moan as you cling to his shoulders. "Daddy.. Daddy I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

Hades' eyes roll back as he feels your tight pussy convulsing around him. He loves hearing you beg and cry out his name. With a final, brutal thrust, he holds you down on his length, grinding his hips up as he comes inside her with a deep, animalistic groan. You follow, crying and cumming on his cock for the nth time that night.

A possessive purr escapes Hades' throat as he feels you snuggle against his chest. He wraps his arms around you tightly, not allowing you to move just yet. His semi-hard cock remains inside you, marking you. "Comfortable, baby girl?" His fingers gently stroke your hair.

You nod, dazed and sleepy after so many rounds. Your belly practically swells with how much cum he has pumped into your womb for hours on end. But you didn't mind, because he takes care of you and he loves you. Even if it's a little twisted.

"Sleep, baby girl. You earned it. Tomorrow, we'll do it again till you become pregnant so I can officially claim you as mine forever."

Thor

Thor unzips his pants, freeing his large, throbbing erection. He didn't waste time as he pulls your panties to the side and without warning, he pushes into your tight hole. You gasp loudly, your small hands gripping the edge of the pillows beneath your head.

"Look at what you do to me..." he pauses for a moment, his breath ragged as he feels your tightness envelop him. He knows he should stop, but the primal urge to claim you is too strong. He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. "Shh.. sweetie.. it's okay.. I know it hurts.."

You whimpers softly, nodding. It was all too sudden. He didn't prepare you so you weren't that wet. Your legs shaking as his hands grabs them and gently pushes near your ears making you gasp.

"Thor..." You look up at him with wide eyes. Thor shushes at you, leaning down and giving you a passionate kiss before pulling away. He starts moving slowly, his large hands gripping your hips to keep you in place as he thrusts into your pussy. He watches your face contort with pain and pleasure, his own face twisted with desire and madness. "Fuck.. you're so tight... Mine. You're all mine, sweetheart..."

You whine softly, your whole body trembling as your fingers grip the sheets beneath you as your pussy clenches down him making him groan in delight. He keeps thrusting into you, his large hands roaming over your small frame, possessively. He lifts your legs up to his shoulders, opening you up even more as his thrusts become more harsh and rough.

He grunts and pants, his face a mask of primal need as he tries to knock you up. As the only son of Odin, it wasn't just about having an heir with you to inherit after him... No... It was to also get you pregnant as a major sign that you were his and his alone. As you're pregnant with his baby.

"Thor! Oh Thor!" You moan helplessly as he fucks you. His cock hitting your g-spot so well, making you drool a bit. Your cheeks flushed red as you look at him with dazed eyes.

Thor grunts, he begins to increase his pace even more leaving you crying and moaning his name as he wants to ensure you're properly bred. He can feel your tight walls trying to milk him of his precious seed. He couldn't take it anymore as his balls tightened so painfully as he gave one last deep thrust, spilling his seed in thick hot spurts into your womb with a grunt. You follow with a scream of his name, cumming all over his length.

"Fuck!" He groans as he holds you down by your hips, he feels your legs shaking on his shoulders. You whimper as he keeps you in that position, feeling his seed fill up your passage. It took him almost half an hour to pull out, to ensure you get pregnant. He leans down and kisses your forehead.

"There sweetheart... You'll be pregnant in no time... And everyone will know you only belong to me..."

[monstr3den]

Based on true events of my dream of three days ago :

Poseidon straight up adopted Sorbet Shark Cookie (from Cookie Run) and decided to keep him 💀 The other gods better respect his sharky kid or else 🗿

The whole dream goes like this :

I was strolling down the beach when I saw this ocean man with a thing on his shoulder. It turned out to be Sorbet Shark Cookie, so I've asked him what was that. He than simply said "my son" and he HAD THE AUDACITY to walk back to the sea while I was yelling "GIVE ME BACK MY SON YOU SHITHEAD-"

The craziest dream I've had in days 💀💀💀 and I even have a sequel to this

[solar-eclipses-stuff]

Poseidon!some yan with a reader who knows everything (but this will not be revealed)

character:Poseidon

you were a storehouse of knowledge and maybe it caused some problems.. You often immersed yourself in your thoughts and analysis of the environment. You have spent enough time in libraries and perhaps because of this you have become less social and shy

At the moment you were at a meeting of the gods and listened to the speech of Zeus or not.. You were lost in your thoughts

I think Poseidon didn't even pay attention to you, and maybe he didn't even take you for an equal, but soon your chatter touched his ear, it was quiet, completely unintelligible, but she interested him and his brother's speech faded into the background, it could go on forever, but after a while you met eyes.. And your eyes were unimaginably beautiful, it seemed that you were blind and completely lifeless, but it was not so when the sun touched your face, your eyes shone with all the colors of the rainbow and it was an amazing sight until you shyly looked away, maybe then he wanted to get you

Perhaps Odin and Zeus made the task more difficult to some extent, and all because your mind as a whole can be dangerous, but still you were able to meet in the library and it doesn't matter at all that he watched you for a while for this.

You were immersed in the book you were reading and did not notice him at all, although it struck him, but he did not show it

Although it was difficult to start a dialogue, he was able to, you could talk about anything for a long time, but now you wanted to talk about the ocean and its fauna, you talked about this topic for a long time and when your communication exceeded a week you were invited to his personal library, it was considered an honor that Poseidon himself invited you, you did not refuse

And after that, he seemed to become more intrusive and he became more and more, he was not too protective, it was more like his own he wanted to get you, he considered VKS equal to him. Your mind, your feelings, your desires should be HIS and ONLY his

Of course, he wanted not only your body, but also warmth, feelings that he wanted to give and receive, of course he wanted to be desired and you didn't mind in general, although he wasn't talkative, but you had someone to talk to, you don't know exactly when it started, perhaps with that innocent touch or with that light kiss on the temple that you got, it didn't matter. Now he just wouldn't let go of you and wanted your touch, even though it was a casual stroking or when you lightly hugged him. It seemed like obsessive attention to you, but you really felt remorse when you didn't do anything in response, of course you understood his manipulations, or his desire to own you, but you really went blind because of the feelings you experienced

He was able to do everything he wanted, you became his and now he was to some extent calm that now, but your dependence on books annoyed him and sometimes he wanted to tear these books to shreds, but he didn't do it, he just forcibly dragged you to hug, or rather to hug him, you gave him what he wanted, a kiss, a hug, maybe something else. But when it can get boring, you want something else, you thought about it and you didn't like the idea as a whole, especially with what pressure he may want your attention, but so far everything is fine, you don't have to think about it.. Really?

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Haha, maybe I'm a little off topic, but I think it's not so bad..

[freaknastycentral]

You're Mine || Poseidon X F! Reader

When Poseidon sees the way you look at his brother, he decides to remind you who the fuck owns your pussy (hint: it’s not the king of the underworld)

🖤 Day 14 of Kinktober: possessive sex 🖤

CW: possessive sex, rough sex, spanking, dubious voyeurism, squirting

Though Poseidon had been courting you for months, he hadn’t introduced you to his brothers yet. You had met his mother, of course, as well as two of his sisters, but his brothers were still a mystery to you. Though you had your suspicions, you weren’t sure why he refused to introduce you to them. You wanted to deepen your relationship with his family, especially as your relationship grew more serious, but Poseidon was so resistant to the idea.

“No,” Poseidon said, his tone laced with finality as his cold blue eyes piercingly stared at yours.

“Come on, Poseidon,” you groaned. “You’ve been courting me for months! When can I meet the rest of your family?”

“Why don’t we start with my father then since you want to meet everyone so bad?” He snapped. “Should we take a little tour of Tartarus?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” you sighed, growing exasperated. This topic was like pulling teeth with him. “I’ve already met two of your sisters, why can’t I meet your brothers?”

“Zeus would probably try to bed you the moment I’d introduce you two,” Poseidon countered, crossing his arms over his chest. Though Poseidon didn’t have the most faithful track record, he hated the idea of his younger brother tempting and seducing you. ”What about Hades then?” You asked.

“What makes you think my answer to that will be any different?” Poseidon huffed. He was growing annoyed that you brought this topic up again.

“You’ve told me stories about him before,” you replied, reaching out to gently grab Poseidon’s hands. “How he’s your favorite brother, how you wish he got more recognition from the other gods, how much he means to you…is it so wrong that I want to meet the man my partner speaks so highly of?”

Poseidon thought about it for a moment. Unlike Zeus, Hades wasn’t a womanizer at all. As a matter of fact, he’d only had one dalliance outside of his marriage to Persephone. His eyes weren’t likely to wander from his wife, so he’d likely never consider seducing you. He supposed there would be no harm in introducing the two of you after all…

“I’ll ask Hades when he’s free,” he finally huffed before grunting as you tightly hugged him, burying your face in his chest.

“Okay yay! I’m so excited!” You cheered, grinning up at him. Your lover rolled his eyes at your overreaction.

“Don’t get too excited; I’ll have to see if he even says yes. He’s a very busy king,” Poseidon replied.

“Well I’ll be glad to meet him if I can anyways!” You replied, grinning before you released the Atlantean king. “I need to meet with the other Nereids now; I’ll see you for dinner!”

Poseidon watched as you scampered off, sighing softly to himself. Hopefully your bubbly energy wouldn’t be too much for Hades.

XXX

When Poseidon came into your bed chambers to let you know that Hades had agreed to meet you for dinner, you were over the moon. You were so grateful, in fact, that you’d practically ripped off Poseidon’s clothes, ushering him towards your bed so you could thank him physically. Though he usually found great pleasure in bedding you, he was beginning to grow suspicious of your sudden excitement. Why were you so happy to meet his family? No one was that happy to meet their partner’s family.

When your orgasm had crashed down upon you quicker and harder than usual that night, Poseidon had concluded that you were so excited for one nefarious reason: you wanted to seduce his brother. That idea soured his ecstasy, robbing him of the usual pleasure he experienced during an orgasm. He was now bitter that he’d agreed to your request in the first place. Once you realized how elegant and regal his brother was and how commanding his presence was, you’d probably prefer him over Poseidon. Had Poseidon not jumped to conclusions, he would have realized you were really excited because you thought he was taking your relationship to the next level. The thought of seducing his brother had never even crossed your mind. But Poseidon’s jealousy was already brewing up like a dangerous tempest. He’d try his best to suppress it, but if he had the slightest inkling that you truly wanted Hades, he’d have to punish you.

XXX

As you and the other Nereids and Oceanids prepared for Hades’ arrival, you couldn’t help but notice how tense and aloof Poseidon had become. Although he already was an incredibly nonchalant man, you’d known him long enough to know when something was wrong. Anytime you asked him, however, he brushed you off, pretending it was nothing. You chalked it up to him being nervous about how you and his brother might interact, but you were growing quite worried and self conscious over it. Did he think you’d make a bad impression on his brother? You tried to ignore the feeling, but you couldn’t help thinking that that was the case.

You tried to distract yourself by being as involved in the prep as possible, meticulously making sure every detail was perfect. You were as involved as possible on the day of as well, until the other Nereids urged you to spend the next few hours getting ready instead. You obliged their pestering and retreated to your chambers for a shower.

When you left the shower with a fluffy towel wrapped around your body, you saw that Poseidon had invited himself inside and was waiting for you right outside of the bathroom.

“Oh! Hi Pos—” you were cut off as Poseidon suddenly pressed a searing, possessive kiss to your lips. Though you were taken aback, you quickly melted into his grasp, wrapping your hands around his neck as he deeply kissed you, claiming your lips as his. When he pulled his face away from yours, his eyes were dark and stormy.

“When my brother leaves, you are coming to my bed chambers tonight,” he instructed. You merely nodded, wide-eyed at his possessive request. It was rare to see Poseidon so riled up. It excited you. He took in your expression for a few more moments before turning on his heel and leaving your chambers, presumably to get ready himself. As you processed his words, you put extra care into getting ready, making sure you’d be prepared for your exciting evening with your lover.

XXX

You and Poseidon waited in his throne room for Hades’ arrival. He was sat in his throne while you stood by his side. As you were not yet queen, you did not have permission to sit in the throne beside him, but you didn’t mind. You understood that it was customary, but as you stood there in your heels, waiting for Hades’ arrival, you were really wishing you could’ve had a seat of your own. If you were feeling daring, you’d sit on one Poseidon’s arm rests, but considering his testy mood, you decided against it, opting to maintain your uncomfortable posture instead.

Finally, Hades arrived, escorted by two of Poseidon’s royal guards.

“I apologize for my lateness, brother,” Hades said after he’d entered the room. “Things were getting out of hand in Helheim.”

“That’s quite alright,” Poseidon replied, though he didn’t leave his throne as Hades approached.

You expected the brothers to meet each other halfway or express a little more excitement; that’s how you and the other nymphs usually greeted each other after all, yet Hades and Poseidon remained poised and official. Maybe that was just how the kings of the hellenic pantheon acted.

When Hades appreached the dais, a slight smile crossed his face.

“It’s been a long time, brother,” he said. “I appreciate the invitation.”

Poseidon nodded, though no smile crossed his face.

“Now who’s the lovely Nereid standing beside my brother?” Hades said as he climbed the dais and turned to face you.

You felt your cheeks flame at the compliment as the King of Helheim approached you.

“I’m (Y/N), Lord Hades,” you smiled back at him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He gently grabbed your hand in his own and pressed a feather-soft kiss to your skin. When he looked up at you with those lovely lilac colored eyes, you nervously bit your lip. You hadn’t expected your lover’s brother to be so incredibly handsome, nor for him to look so different. In fact, their only similar features were their elven ears and aloof gazes. You took in his unexpected appearance, memorizing his features as he slowly moved his mouth away from your hand.

His hair was a brilliant silver, yet he still had the appearance of a mortal man in his early thirties. A blue laurel tattoo stretched across the left side of his forehead. You weren’t expecting a king to have face tattoos. Though his garb was more formal and conservative than Poseidon’s, his tattoos and piercings greatly contradicted that aesthetic.

Poseidon narrowed his eyes at your interaction. Why were you staring so hard at his brother? And why were you biting your lip like that? He was the only man you should ever look at like that. Poseidon coughed pointedly, prompting you to tear your gaze away from his brother.

Before you could say anything, Hades addressed his brother again.

“Now tell me, dear brother, why is this lovely nymph standing beside you? Where’s her seat?” Hades asked, raising his brow at his brother. Though he seemed to be teasing, Poseidon narrowed his eyes. He looked almost juvenile like that.

“You know the tradition,” Poseidon scoffed.

“No matter, let’s take this to the dining room, shall we?” Hades asked. “I’m sure (Y/N) would love to sit and rest her feet, as would I.”

Poseidon narrowed his eyes at the jab. What the hell was his older brother playing at? Was he trying to make a fool of him in front of you? Poseidon tried to keep his cool and just nodded.

“Follow me,” Poseidon said. As the three of you walked, Poseidon tightly held you against his side, possessively resting his hand above the curve of your ass. Your cheeks flamed as he did so. What the hell had gotten into him?

When the three of you entered the dining room, Poseidon sat at the head of the table with you to his right and his brother to his left. One of his hands rested on your thigh as you conversed with Hades. You were too engrossed in the conversation for his liking.

“Wow, I never knew Helheim had so many regions,” you said, sipping your wine. “It sounds fascinating.”

“You should visit sometime,” Hades smiled. Poseidon’s hand grasped your thigh a little tighter. “Of course, it’s not as beautiful as Atlantis, but there’s charm even in the worst of places.”

“I’d love to!” You replied. Poseidon’s hand now clamped down on your skin like a vice. You gently placed your hand atop his and turned to face him. “Can we go sometime?”

“I’ll think about it,” Poseidon said before taking a sip of his own wine.

The dinnertime conversation continued, largely between you and Hades. He hated seeing how much chemistry the two of you had together. How did his older brother manage to captivate you so much? He hadn’t even caught your attention that quickly. He knew he’d have to remind you who you belonged to.

“Well I ought to depart,” Hades said after dinner was over. “Persephone is waiting for me, after all.”

“May we talk for a moment before you depart, brother?” Poseidon asked. Though his tone was as flat as usual, there was a subtle iciness to it. Hades raised his brow at his younger brother’s attitude.

“I don’t see why not,” Hades shrugged.

“(Y/N), head to my bedchambers; I’ll be there momentarily,” Poseidon commanded. You nodded your head and scampered off towards his chambers, wondering what he could possibly have to talk to Hades about.

XXX

You waited for Poseidon on his bed, wearing nothing but a teal lingerie set, just the way he liked it. When the door to Poseidon’s quarters slammed open, you jumped slightly. Poseidon’s eyes were stormy with anger. The door behind him slowly creaked shut without him so much as touching it.

The moment he reached the bed, he snapped his fingers, magicking away his clothes and rainboots. Your face flamed as your lover exposed himself so suddenly. You barely even had time to take in the sight of him before he pounced, pinning you to the bed as his lips smashed against yours.

You moaned out in surprise against his lips as his bruising kiss consumed you. He kissed you as if he was sucking your soul from your body, stealing all the air from your lungs. You tangled your hands in his wavy blond hair, arching your back as he pressed his bare knee against your panty-clad cunt. He gently ground his knee between your legs, hungrily swallowing each of your moans and mewls. His tongue stroked against yours, exploring your panting mouth. You didn’t even battle his tongue for dominance; you let him claim you, as if you were all his for the taking (though he was doubting that tonight).

Suddenly, Poseidon tore his lips away from yours and his eyes bore into yours.

“Tell me, (Y/N), are you thinking of him right now?” Poseidon asked, glaring down at you.

“…what?” You asked furrowing your brow. Poseidon pressed his knee harder against your cunt, making you whine out. “Who are you talking about?”

Poseidon’s eyes narrowed down at you as he ground his knee against your clothed cunt.

“Hades," **he hissed out. “Are you thinking of him? Wishing my brother touching you like this?”

“What the fuck?” You furrowed your brow. “No, Poseidon, why the hell would I be imagining your brother right now?”

“Why wouldn’t you,” he countered. “I saw the way you were staring at him, how you bit your lip when you first met him. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him all night.”

Your cheeks flamed. You didn’t know he’d noticed that lip bite.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find him handsome, but I promise my eyes are only for you,” you replied, tenderly grabbing one of his hands and holding it against your chest.

“How could your eyes only be mine if you let them stray?” He glowered. You then trailed his hand down from your chest between your thighs, holding it against your warm, panty-clad cunt. Poseidon’s eyes widened slightly at your boldness.

“I think we can both agree that my body is undeniably all yours,” you smirked, looking up at him through your lashes.

“We’ll see about that,” Poseidon grumbled before grasping the waistband of your panties and ripping them off in one fell swoop. You yelped in shock as you felt the fabric tear, baring your cunt to your lover’s predatory stare. Your bra was the next thing to go, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room.

Poseidon then shoved two of his fingers into your mouth.

“Now suck,” he commanded as he tweaked your left nipple with his other hand. You nodded and sucked on his fingers, thoroughly coating them with your saliva until he withdrew them. Then he parted your legs and delved his two spit-soaked fingers into your cunt. You hissed a bit at the stretch, a sound that was softly muffled by his lips pressing against yours again.

Poseidon roughly finger fucked you, exploring the walls of your cunt like Theseus in the labyrinth. You whined and moaned into his mouth as he did so, arching your back as his other hand groped your breast. He brought you to the brink of orgasm with his rough finger fucking, but withdrew his fingers before you could finish.

As you opened your mouth to voice your frustration, he delved his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his fingers. As you sucked your own essence off of his fingers, Poseidon stroked his cock with his other hand.

“You obey me so well, little nymph,” Poseidon mused. “Would you ever follow his command like this? Suck your own juices off of his fingers?”

As he fingers still occupied his mouth, you shook your head as best as you could.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked before he withdrew his hands from your mouth. You squeaked out as he lifted you and flipped you around. Instead of facing the pillows, you were facing the foot of the bed, laying on your tummy. Knowing which position he wanted, you laid your head down and rose your hips up, presenting your ass to him.

You yelped as Poseidon delivered a swift strike to your ass. Immediately after, he tenderly massaged your flesh. Then he delivered another one. And another.

“Poseidon, what are you—” you whimpered out before he possessively groped the flesh of your rump.

“Tell me whose ass this is,” he commanded, his voice low and husky.

“Yours,” you murmured, feeling your cheeks flame as you did so. He swatted your ass again.

“Say it louder,” he said.

“My ass is yours, Poseidon!” You cried out, arching your back even more. He delivered another swift smack to your ass.

“Is it only mine?” He hummed. ”Yes, fuck, my ass is only yours!” You echoed.

“Damn right it is,” he hummed before gently massaging your rump. “It’s all mine.”

He said it so pointedly, as if he was making an example for someone else. You shook that feeling off though, distracted by your anticipation to feel him inside of you.

After dragging his dripping cockhead against your cunt a few times, he entered you in one smooth thrust, causing you to cry out at the sudden stretch. After he bottomed out inside of you, he began thrusting in and out of your weeping pussy.

“Fuck, Poseidon!” You whined, arching your back as his fingertips gripped your ass tight enough to bruise. “What’s gotten into you?!”

Poseidon just tilted your head to the side and bent down, possessively kissing you again. His thrusts did not cease nor did his hips stutter as he did so. When he pulled his lips away from yours, he immediately buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking along your jugular.

One of his arms wrapped under your torso, pulling you tightly against him as he pistoned his hips against your own. His other hand left its spot on your ass and reached down to roughly rub against your clit as he thrusted. You practically wailed and arched your back, feeling overstimulated by the rough onslaught of pleasure.

“Tell me whose pussy this is,” Poseidon damn near growled in your ear as he pinched your puffy clit.

“Yours!” You replied, thrusting your hips back against his.

“Say it louder,” he commanded as his middle finger rubbed the glans of your sensitive pearl.

“My pussy is yours, Poseidon!” You replied. You felt like your face was on fire as he had you admit this. He’d never had you say anything like this before.

“Damn right it is,” he hissed before attacking your neck with lovebites and hickeys again. “Your tight little cunt is all mine. And always will be.”

You shuddered at the finality of his declaration. After you’d sung his praises, Poseidon’s hand abandoned your clit and returned to gripping your ass. He pulled his face away from your neck as well, focusing his eyes on your ass. He reveled in the sight of you thrusting your hips back against his, your ass jiggling each time your hips met. And this sight belonged to him.

As he gripped the meat of your ass, he increased his speed, practically drilling his cock into you. His cockhead roughly kissed your cervix with almost every thrust. His pace was maddening. You could barely keep up.

“Poseidon! Fuck, you’ve got me so close,” you moaned, drool shamelessly dripping from the corner of your lip as you eagerly threw your ass back against his hips, though your speed could barely match his. The ecstatic coil in your core had wound itself so tight that it was destined to snap at any moment now.

“Cum for me, (Y/N); show him how much your pussy belongs to me,” he commanded. When he reached down to pinch your clit once more, you felt that coil snap. You didn’t even process that he’d said him, as if there was someone else in the room with the two of you.

You screamed Poseidon’s name, your hips quaking against his own as your release squirted out, splashing against his weighty balls and upper thighs. You mewled in embarrassment at how intense your release had been. Seeing you unravel so easily in his grasp and feeling your release gush against him was enough to bring Poseidon to the brink of orgasm again. With one final thrust, Poseidon buried himself balls deep inside of you and felt his own release crash down upon him. He released rope after rope of semen inside of you until your pussy was thoroughly creamed.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, both of you panting as you recovered from your post-orgasmic haze. You were staring down at the bedsheets as you tried to catch your breath. Poseidon had never fucked you like that before. It was absolutely exhilarating.

Suddenly, Poseidon’s fingers grasped your chin and tilted your head up, forcing you to look across the room.

“Did you see that? ” He suddenly asked. Before you could answer his question, he continued. “How she let me claim her little cunt? How enthusiastically she told me her cunt is all mine?”

Your eyes widened in horror as Hades’ unseen presence became visible. Slowly, his body became visible. First his head appeared, then the rest of him slowly followed suit. Your jaw dropped as you noticed the helm pressed between his fingertips. You’d forgotten that he was the original owner of the cap of invisibility.

Hades’ expression was still aloof. The only sign that your erotic display had any affect him was the faint pink blush that had flushed across his cheeks.

“So I heard,” Hades hummed. “And saw. I think it’s clear that she’s all yours.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to return to Helheim,” Hades sighed. “Persephone is waiting for me. But thank you for the show. It was quite entertaining.”

Poseidon merely huffed and finally pulled out of your cunt with a loud squelch. You cringed at the sound and the feeling of his seed dripping down your thighs. You felt so vulnerably exposed, even as Hades turned on his heel and began to leave the room.

“I’ll see you soon, brother,” he replied. He did so so casually, as if he hadn’t shamelessly put you on display, showing both you and his brother that you were his and his alone.

Before you could say anything, Poseidon spun you around and pulled you into another rough kiss.

“You’re mine,” he growled against your lips. “And don’t you ever forget it. Unless you want me to remind you like this again.”

You shuddered and nodded your head though shamefully you wouldn’t mind if he did that all over again.

[silvernyxchariot]

Truthfully, I typed my letter to Valko and the development team in haste. It's not my best work. I think I was just babbling, trying to sing praises.

I'm half alive most days. If you spelling and grammar mistakes, No You Didn't. 😤

[silvernyxchariot]

I came out of lurking in the Love and Deepspace fandom For THIS🙄. Although, I had posted blogs here and there in the past. Some of which I have deleted.

I'm supposed to be slutting up for Poseidon in Record of Ragnarok, yet here I am fighting for a giant puppy in human skin.

InFold/Papergames must reinstate Valko as a full love interest and male lead if they want the fanbase to calm down. Then, us introverts can go back into HIBERNATION.

Even then, I have no trust in them, their word, their honor, and I will scrutinize every card/memory that I would think of pulling for (or spend money on). "A "Magic Mike" themed stripper memory? Is That Supposed To Impress Me! (¬_¬)"

Valko is the most famous of the six now.

If he is the "Extrovert who attracts introverts like gravity," I hope he—with the cringe of sounding like an "edgy, emo teenager"—gives me a spark of belief in humanity.

On a weird tangent, I kinda hate the nickname "InFlop" or the adjacent. It sounds so juvenile for a fanbase that's supposed to be majority grown adults. It's just "InFold." Point blank, simple, and it doesn't redirect that they clearly need to takr accountability.