#apollo ror

[milkshakesmoothiee]

Babe, i’m a big fan of your writings i wonder if I can ask for poseidon, hades, leonidas, shiva, buddha, apollo and loki with reader who likes being degraded and praised at the same time in and out of bedroom, id ur uncomfy it’s fine u don’t have to write it or if you’re busy i can waittt

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Talking Both Way

Fandom: Record of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no Valkyrie

Characters: Poseidon, Hades, Leonidas, Buddha, Apollo, Loki and Aphrodite

Note/TW: I was having difficulty writing for Shiva so I decided not to and added a different character who doesn't get written for often, Aphrodite. 18+ NSFW Minors do not interact, degrade kink, praise kink, AFAB reader, manhandling, not proofread/bad English, WLW (Aphrodite), pussy eating, oral, spitting and biting, mentions of creampieing

Request page/Masterlist

Poseidon

Praise

Oh, boy, getting this man to talk good about anyone is rare, although a little less for certain people he actually prefers: you. Someone worthy of praise for a real god, they only come once in a lifetime. You better be grateful for it, he can easily overpower you.

Poseidon, who has the sweetest smile that he gives to legitimately no one. Once in a millennia he'll share it. Although, when he finds himself giving you a treat, with his face down your legs and licking at the lips between your legs... He can say some of sweetest comments. Good for you, being able to calm the ocean, although its actually a little scary seeing him like this.

"mmm... My love..." His voice is deep and muffled, treating you well as you lay back with his legs gripping your propped up legs. "Keep still... This is good..."

Degrade

He's so much better at being mean. That's straight facts. He'll have you manhandled and thrown around his fingers, moving you how and where he wants. He'll decide what you're allowed to wear and do.

Poseidon, who'll flat out tell you to shut up and pull at your hair, telling you to cum when he's satisfied. Good luck with that, he's rarely satisfied, but he'll make an exception for you, it's not like he lets just anyone sleep with him.

"Quiet." His words are sharp as you feel him pounding into you from behind with tears falling down your eyes as he pulls back on your hair, "Filth like you doesn't deserve to cry." He'll put you in your place and get you down whining like a dog.

His preference: Degrade

Hades

Praise

Hades, who often has some words of admiration for you. Whenever he walks into the same room as you, he likes to give you a compliment or two with a kiss to the forehead or lips.

He's always whispering in your ears, with his hips moving slowly, how good you're taking him. He'll start to mutter out some other things, how happy he is and how his dream is to have a small family with you. He's helping you throughout, making sure you're not uncomfortable.

"You're doing so well, dear.. taking me... I promise, just a little while longer.." His voice is warm against your ear, as he begins to kiss your neck with a slow press of his lips. Just a little while longer, he said... Although, he didn't last long before he needed to go another round, creampieing you.

Degrade

Hades, whose never mean with you... that was his original philosophy. Although, every once in a while, someone will act out of line— bratty, and he'll put them in their place. He'll fix your attitude, just leave it to him.

He's got you thrown over his thigh. Yelling and begging to be treated better than... This! He's talking to you like a child, treating you like one. He's ignoring your words and hissy fit, continuing to do his work.

"Quiet, dear. I asked you to cooperate.." He's got an arm over your waist as you lay over his lap, his other hand continuing to write out the papers on his desk. "I'll talk to you when you calm down." Well, his terms of being mean are making you surrender and calm down. If it doesn't get any better by an hour than he's making you face a wall next. He's not feeding into your yelling unless you tell him what's wrong so he can solve it properly without having to feel like he's fighting you without reason. There's no good treatment from being mad. he'll straighten you

His preference: Praise (don't even try to get him to degrade you)

Leonidas

Praise

Its not common to hear him say many nice things, even to his own Spartans. He's the type of guy to say nothing at all or put someone in their place for their bullshit. Although, every once in a while he can be occasionally nice; if his book had a good ending and the Spartan cheese was on top.

Leonidas, when he has some things to say, you better take it to your grave! He doesn't share nice words for just anyone, you gotta earn it. When you prove to him how much you deserve his praise, than he'll reward you.

"Good girl... Taking my cock so well.. Perfect for the Spartan King." He smoking up some words for you after he had his cock down your throat, looking down at your face covered in his cum. "Careful. Don't start dropping any of it. I don't want to feel disappointed.. You've been doing so good."

Degrade

Leonidas, whose all about trust and not surrendering to anyone: that's just as equal to you. He'll make sure to treat you well, but don't forget whose dominant in this relationship. He can easily let you take the lead, but if he notices you've been trying to lose interest and pull away from him... Oh. Oh! He's not having it, abuslotely will put you in your place about your bullshit.

Leonidas, who'll practically put you in positions of exercise; working and proving that you've been training. Your legs around him waist, shaking with your toes curled. He's got your arms held in one of his own, above your head. You're forced the smell the cigarette he blows in your face, making you cough up.

"oh, shut it.." He's talking, with his free hand moving to your collarbone and neck slowly, but not grabbing at you... His touch is enough to warn you, giving a sign to keep going and not disappoint. "You've been getting lazy... I can't have that.. Now put your legs on my shoulders and I'll show you the real tricks up my sleeves."

His preference: secretly praise

Buddha

Praise

Buddha, who will praise you through simple teasing. He'll poke at your side and jab at little things you do, but talks about it positively. Its confusing on whether he's trying to make you annoyed or blush, either way your face is turning out red.

Buddha, who will hold you against his body with his hands slowly moving down until he's able to get one of his hands down your panties to touch you. He'll lick up the sticky nectar, you made, off his fingers with such a satisfied voice.

"Oh, you taste so good .. who knew I could get you so riled up, like this.." His words are abuslotely messing with your head, all while he seems to look bored. No, no, no he's finding this so fun and amusing, hoping he can do this again in the future.

Degrade

He finds it abuslotely childish to talk down on others. Why should he decide on anyone's happiness? He doesn't. No, he will not degrade you... Well, unless you ask, nicely. If it makes you happy, he'll question it but definitely do it.

He's biting and spitting on your body, hearing you practically gag at how disgusting it was. Too bad, this was what you asked for.

"Stay still." he's grabbing your legs and pulling you back to him before you would even try to crawl away from his tongue down your pussy. A sudden bite came to your leg as he began to slap your pussy, making you weak and wet. "I told you to stop moving, but nooooO, you want to make it difficult. Well than, act like that. I don't care, but I'm going to enjoy myself before you ever get a chance to finish."

His preference: Praise

Apollo

Praise

Apollo, who knows he gets enough praise and admiration from all the other gods, nymphs, servants and so many other species; That's why when he gets a chance to say anything good about you, it's instantly charming your heart and making you melt. He's got a special place to share the praise with you.

Apollo, who knows how to make you smile so quickly with just a few pet names or whispers along your ear... As much as you want to hide it and play off angry, he knows he's got you playing around his fingers.

His favorite things to do when your intimate is move up your body, with his lips kissing different parts as he's whispering different things he likes about you: One slow kiss to your hip, "Oh, those eyes... They know how to charm me.." One kiss to your belly, "... Your little attitude you get with me.." Another one between your cleavage. "How much you do for me... Always so helpful.."

Degrade

Its not often when he's starting to throw some mean words around you. He prefers to tell you how much he appreciates you.. Although, every once in awhile, you guys will get into a little playful fighting and he's got you thrown around his fingers in a different way

Apollo, who has words of poetry and can turn the tables so fast with how mean he is, when he wants to be. Its so easy to forget how easily he can manipulate your mind, keep you wanting more from him and begging for his hands to touch you after how mean you've been to him.

"Oh, now you want something from me? This is coming from the same person who pushed me away... All I did was call you cute for dressing up for me... Couldn't handle it, are you sure you can handle this?" He's pushing your limits while he's got his fingers touching your g-spot, pumping into your pussy as your words become slurred, whining for his dick down you instead. "I thought you told me to leave you alone~? How ugly you've become... I'm not sure I want to clean that mouth of yours just yet, though."

His preference: Praise

Loki

Praise

Loki, whose terms of praise is endless fun and teasing, laughing at stuff he makes up on the spot just so you can smile at his dumb crap. Its so easy for him to make something small and boring seem funnier.

He'll have you sitting on his lap or face, having you move your hips as he satisfies both you of guys. A few pinches to your sides to keep going but it's fine... He just needs to be quicker so he can show you a new and different prank he wants to do.

"..mm~ Right there.." He reminds you, noticing how you're trying to get lazy on him. "No, no. Don't stop, keep going, you're doing good .. I'll reward you afterwards if you finish quickly ~!"

Degrade

Its not very different here, except instead of trying to make you laugh, it's more towards making himself giggle as he's got you crying. He can be very sadistic. Poking at things that bother you, and make them much worse. Honestly, to him it's easy to get you where it hurts and extract it.

Loki, who'll have you in positions that's making your body ache, all so he can pleasure himself and his twisted mind. He's giggling and telling you to just take it; after all, you've made it this far with him, why not test the limits?

"oh, cmon~" He's cooing at you with a smile that's not easy to look at. Continuing to pinch your already aching nipples while you lay there in pain. ".. it'll be easier if you hurry this up... Now, let me see that smile~! That's my good little whore.." He's got you moving like a contortionist.

His preference: Both

Aphrodite

Praise

Aphrodite, who abuslotely adores you, and is often finding you charming. She'll say the sweetest things, that can seem to have two meanings to them. Nonetheless, she proves through her words that she finds you absolutely gorgeous.

You both can be foolish around together and teasing, as long as your putting in effort to keep her feeling good, than she'll give the same equal treatment.

"oh, my~" She's watching her fingers slip against your lips intimately, the way your body falls at a small touch. She's abuslotely intrigued and amused, noticing the way you become weak to your knees for her. "Darling, your abuslotely wet. I'm flattered... I hope you're not planning to cum already .." She's giggling, finding your movements cute.

Degrade

You'd have to ask her to badmouth you, because getting her angry or disappointed is very different. She'd literally throw her hands at someone if she was pissed off... Nonetheless, she found your request funny. Endearing. At first, she just laughed it off and you took that as a no...

Although, next thing you know, she's crawling on your body and eating your pussy, all while commanding and spitting at you; mocking your request.

"..how disgusting of you... I thought you were better than this.. than you go and request that..." She's starting to manipulate your mind, her eyes sharp and difficult to look at as she bites at your thighs, a little harder than you thought she would. "... You're no better than the humans who trash on the world... I give you so much praise and you ask me to badmouth and step on you..? Maybe that's what you deserve." She becomes a very different woman. Are you sure you want her to do this again?

Her preference: Praise

[soniaxonia]

Record of Ragnarok : When he found out you’re pregnant ?!

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Contains : Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok characters. ( Apollo , Hades , Poseidon , Qin Shi Huang )

A/N : This is the first time being writer on tumblr! So excited! I’m open for any requests. English is not my first language tho :(

Mentioned : afab!reader , fluff.

Apollo

　It was a normal day, you woke up early to prepare breakfast for your husband—Apollo. Who was still doing his routine in the bathroom, pampering his divine and gorgeous facial. After he had finished his sessions, he came out to find a plate of pancakes drizzled with ambrosia syrup in the amount he’d appealed, a side of eggs and a cup of coffee.

“You spoiled me, sunshine.” Apollo said, wrapping his right arm to your waist. A small kiss landed on your cheek. You smiled at him. He smiles back in response. Then he finished his breakfast and went off to his duties—but never forget to give a smooch to your forehead. How romantic, no?

Lately you’ve been feeling nauseous while waking up in the morning—sometimes it starts to get worse to the point that you couldn’t stand still. So, you took a pregnancy test. Positive. You were overjoyed! But wanted to keep it as a secret—just a little bit more and you’ll reveal it when he’s alone with you.

On your marriage anniversary ( which it was Sunday.) Apollo and you were baking some buns for lunch, when the buns were fully dough you asked him to put it in the oven. That’s when he realized—

“What’s wrong, honey?” You asked, trying to hold your laughter. He just paused, still processing and then turned to you. His eyes started to water.

“You… sunshine— Are you..?” He asked to confirm that this is a joke or not. You smile at him in response, touching your clothed belly.

“I’m pregnant! 2 months actually.” Within seconds, he picked you up in his arms spinning around and planting a kiss on your lips.

“Best anniversary gift ever.”

Hades

　As a king of Helheim—Hades, usually stayed up late in his office. You were aware of his workload and support him with any kind of treatment. Sometimes tea, maybe coffee, or rarely a massage for his stiffened shoulders. You always get up early to prepare his breakfast. A simple eggs and toast with a side of warm soup and a coffee. But today was… different.

After you notice some habits of yours recently, you decided to take a pregnancy test—it was positive. Just as expected. That explains why you were clingy to him during bedtime, or when you craved for something sour, even becoming all moody for no reason. Morning, you were grumpy. Noon, you were crying. Afternoon, you were overly happy. And night, you were exhausted.

Just as he’s about to finish his meal, you slide a small note on the table that says ‘Congrats! Now I have to prepare more than 2 breakfasts!’ He froze mid-bite. His hands that were usually stable are now trembling. Not from fear, but from this amazing news. ‘He’s going to be a father.’

“[Name.], my dearest. Are you certain that…” He asked. You smile in replies, gesturing hand on your belly.

“What do you think?” You said with a cheeky grin. This is indeed the best things that had happened in his life. First, he married you. And then, you’re having a child of his. He hugged you tight, sobbing.

Right now, the feared king of the underworld—the god who conquered Gigantomachy, who slaughter an army of titans. Are now melting into your arms.

“You have no idea what you do to me, my love.”

pt.2 coming soon!

[resfrio]

you know I just HAD to do it

He has the same diva energy even if Apollo takes significantly less L's and is prettier lol

[numberonefangirlofrin]

Apollo's devotee.

Every morning before the sun rises you climb to the top of the mountain, to his temple.

Not because you have to, you climb because he’s your god. Even when your hands bleed and your legs ache, you still make it to the top.

You never ask for anything, you just place the roses and leave and somehow… that’s what makes him unable to look away.

Impressed by your devotion. He thinks he has to meet you but if he appears as himself, you'll fall to your knees and he'll never hear your real voice.

So he finds a cave, halfway down and he waits.

one day when it started raining, you stumbled inside the cave and notice a man hiding in the dark

"You shouldn't be here. this mountain belongs to Lord Apollo."

"Funny. i don't see him anywhere."

"He is everywhere show some respect."

"Respect? for a god who lets you bleed on his rocks every morning and never says thank you?"

"i don't need him to say thank you. i need him to exist that's enough."

You leave. He stares after you.

Next evening you were coughing as you placed the rose near apollo's statue, when you heard the familiar voice from the cave again.

"You're sick."

"I'm fine."

"You're not and he still hasn't answered. Not one sign. Not one whisper. Does your precious lord even see you?"

"I don't know if he sees me. I don't know if he cares. But I care. and i will keep bringing roses until my hands can no longer hold them because he is worthy of it even if he never looks my way. A drunk man like you will never understand faith and devotion!"

The next day you come back. He's there at same spot.

"i need to apologize. You say terrible things about my lord, but you are still a child of the gods. I should not have been unkind."

In the shadows he steps forward. Warmth like dawn after a long winter flooding the cave.

You fell to your knees realising.

"My..my lord?"

He knelt in front of you.

"forgive me..i didn't know..i argued with you"

He cupped your face gently.

"Stop. You are the most beautiful thing i have ever seen."

He takes you hand and presses a soft kiss on the back of it.

"Do you know how long i have wanted to do that?"

Then he picks you up. one arm under your knees, one arm around your back.

"From now on, you don't need to climb, i will carry you , you don't need to kneel, i will knee for you."

[atelphobist]

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶ☀︎︎་࿐ 𝓖𝐎𝐃'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄. ᯓᡣ𐭩

╰┈➤ 𝗔𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢 × 𝗚𝗢𝗗𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗦!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ | 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌. ⤷ 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒! 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄!

ᝰ.ᐟ | 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 | 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼!𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈 | 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 | 𝗌𝗉𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 | 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 | 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏.

𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨!♪

in the shimmering veil of eternal twilight that draped the divine realms, apollo, the god of light, prowled with a hunger that no amount of celestial glory could sate.

his silky hair cascaded like molten sunbeams, framing a face sculpted by arrogance and desire.

he was the epitome of divine perfection—cocky, radiant, untouchable.

yet beneath that flawless exterior burned an obsession that gnawed at him relentlessly.

you, the enigmatic goddess who had captured his every thought, were the one being who remained utterly indifferent to his charms. your disinterest only fueled his fixation, turning it into a feverish blaze that consumed him from within.

he had followed you here, to this secluded river hidden among the mist-shrouded groves of the upper heavens. the water sparkled like liquid diamonds under the faint glow of distant stars, fed by sacred springs that whispered secrets to the wind.

apollo concealed himself behind a cluster of luminous willows, their leaves shimmering with ethereal light. his heart, usually steady as the sun's path, pounded with anticipation.

he shouldn't be here, spying like some mortal thief, but the pull was irresistible. you were bathing, unaware, and the mere thought of witnessing your vulnerability made his skin prickle with heat.

the air was crisp, carrying the faint chill of the river's embrace. you stepped into the shallows first, your bare feet sinking into the pebbled bed.

water lapped at your ankles, then your calves, as you waded deeper.

apollo's breath hitched, his eyes locked on the graceful sway of your hips. you were a vision of otherworldly beauty—curves that rivaled the moon's gentle swells, skin glowing with an inner luminescence that rivaled his own light.

your hair, long and silken, tumbled down your back like a cascade of silk, untouched by anything unpleasant.

as the water rose to your waist, you dipped your hands in, splashing playfully. a soft laugh escaped your lips, light and melodic, like chimes in a summer breeze.

that sound—it pierced apollo straight through the chest, stirring something primal and desperate within him.

he gripped the willow trunk tighter, his knuckles whitening.

why did you have to laugh like that?

so carefree, so utterly unaware of the torment you inflicted on him. his cock twitched in his robes, already half-hard from the mere sight of you.

you moved further in, the current swirling around your thighs. with a sigh of contentment, you submerged yourself up to your shoulders, letting the cold water cascade over your head. droplets clung to your lashes as you emerged, shaking out your hair.

strands plastered to your bare chest, dark and wet, framing the swell of your breasts. apollo's gaze darkened, his pulse thundering in his ears.

there they were—your nipples, pert and hardened by the chill, peaking like forbidden jewels under the water's surface. they stood erect, begging for attention he could only dream of giving.

he imagined his mouth on them, tongue flicking over the tight buds, sucking until you gasped, until that indifference cracked and you begged for more.

his hand drifted lower, pressing against the growing bulge in his attire. the fabric strained against his arousal, his massive cock throbbing with need.

you turned slightly, arching your back as you rinsed your arms, and apollo swallowed hard.

the way the water trailed down your collarbone, over the curve of your breasts, made his mouth water.

he pictured himself there, stepping into the river, pulling you against him. his hands would cup those full mounds, thumbs circling your stiffened nipples, pinching just hard enough to draw a moan from your lips.

you'd resist at first—always so uninterested, so cool—but he'd break through, his light flooding your senses until you melted into him.

your laughter rang out again, this time as you splashed water at a cluster of glowing fish darting near the surface. the sound was intoxicating, wrapping around apollo like silken chains.

he couldn't take it anymore. the sight of you—bare, glistening, those pretty little peaks begging to be touched—pushed him over the edge.

with a shuddering breath, he teleported away in a flash of golden light, reappearing in the opulent sanctuary of his private chambers.

his domain was a palace of sun-kissed marble and velvet drapes, bathed in the perpetual warmth of his own radiance.

but now, it felt stifling, the air thick with his pent-up lust.

apollo collapsed onto his grand bed, the silken sheets rumpling beneath him. his robes fell away with a thought, leaving him exposed, his body a masterpiece of divine musculature—broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and between his thighs, his enormous cock standing rigid and veined, the head already glistening with precum.

he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, groaning at the contact. it was massive, pulsing hotly in his grip, far too big for mortal hands, but his own sufficed for now.

eyes fluttering shut, he let the fantasies consume him. you were there, in his mind's eye, still in the river, but now he was with you.

he stroked slowly at first, base to tip, imagining your wet body pressed against his. "mngh...[name]..." he whimpered, voice breaking into a pathetic whine. his hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the illusion.

in his fantasy, he pulled you from the water, your skin chilled and slick.

you'd shiver as he laid you on the riverbank, his mouth descending on those hardened nipples. he sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, while his free hand— the one not stroking his cock—slid between your thighs.

you'd be soaked, not just from the river, but from desire he forced upon you. his fingers would part your folds, dipping into your tight pussy, feeling you clench around him.

apollo moaned louder, his strokes quickening, fist pumping his length with desperate urgency.

"fuck, you're so perfect," he gasped, hazy grin spreading across his lips. his other hand fondled his heavy balls, rolling them as he pictured burying his face between your legs. tongue lashing at your clit, lapping up your juices while you threaded fingers through hishair, pulling him closer despite yourself.

he'd eat you out relentlessly, until your laughter turned to cries, your body arching off the ground. the thought made his cock leak more, slicking his palm as he jerked faster.

he flipped onto his stomach in the fantasy, positioning you on all fours. apollo's breath came in ragged pants now, his massive cock sliding through his tight fist, veins bulging.

he imagined mounting you from behind, gripping your hips, slamming his thick length into your dripping cunt.

you'd gasp at the stretch, so full, so overwhelmed by his size. he'd thrust deep, balls slapping against your ass, grunting with each powerful drive. "take it, my goddess," he'd growl, but in reality, it came out as a whimper, his body trembling on the bed.

the obsession twisted his pleasure into something raw, humiliating.

he was apollo, the cocky sun god, reduced to this—panting and moaning like a lovesick fool over a woman who barely acknowledged him.

yet it only heightened the ecstasy. he envisioned flipping you over, pinning your wrists above your head, pounding into you.

your breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust, nipples still peaked and red from his earlier attentions. he'd kiss you then, claiming your mouth as fiercely as he claimed your body, swallowing your moans.

his strokes grew erratic, hand blurring over his shaft. precum dripped steadily, pooling on the sheets. in the haze, he saw you riding him, your wet hair clinging to your chest, swaying as you ground down on his cock.

you'd finally look at him with heat in your eyes, no more disinterest, just pure need.

he'd grip your ass, guiding you faster, feeling your pussy flutter around him. "cum for me,". he'd beg in the dream, and you would, walls milking him until he exploded inside you, filling you with his hot seed.

reality crashed back as his orgasm built, coiling tight in his core. apollo's moans turned high and pathetic, whimpers spilling from his lips as he chased release. "please… you… fuck, i need you…"

his hazy grin widened, eyes squeezed shut, lost in the vision of your body writhing beneath him. with a final, shuddering stroke, he came undone. ropes of thick cum shot from his cock, splattering across his abs and chest, his body convulsing with the force of it. he milked every drop, hand slowing to gentle squeezes, riding out the waves of bliss.

panting, apollo lay there, spent and sticky, the grin fading into a sated smile. but even in afterglow, the obsession lingered.

you'd laughed by the river, indifferent as ever, while he unraveled in secret.

tomorrow, he'd find a way to draw you closer—charm, persistence, whatever it took. for now, the fantasy sustained him, a light in the darkness of unrequited desire.

𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖮𝖬 𝖣𝖱𝖠𝖥𝖳!! 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆?? 𝖽𝗈 𝗒'𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍...

𝖨 𝖩𝖴𝖲𝖳 𝖧𝖠𝖣 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗁𝗁, 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈! 𝗁𝖾𝗁...𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌...

𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾! 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈'𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝖾!

𝓛𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝓡𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!

𝓡𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵☀︎︎

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Asking them if you’re their type

Featuring: Susano’o, Loki, Qin, and Apollo ( part 1 )

Ight new series! And yes, established relationship.

Part 2.

Warnings? Mostly fluff.

Susano’o

Being the wife of the sword god, you must’ve impressed him somehow. Well, you were yet you were having doubts about why he asked for your hand in marriage of all the women he could’ve wanted.

You were an ordinary fighter. You used the legendary Kusanagi no Tsurugi sword and created new wind-style techniques. While Susano’o used the Totsuka-no-Tsurugi. Was it by luck you had created such a fine blade? Susano’o had spotted you training one day and was acting crazy over your techniques.

He begged you to teach him your kenjutsu techniques that you’ve learnt from humans. In a way, you liked how he was super fun to be around with until he told everyone from the Shinto pantheon that you were his wife. It was supposed to be a secret to keep quiet. Amaterasu? You were certain she wanted to kill you. However, you were a female sword goddess like Susano’o except you weren’t for the seas and storms. You represented warm breezes and spring. They found you as the perfect match for him.

“Oh no, he’s gone somewhere again…” you mumbled looking ahead over the hill but Susano’o was already fighting in a new battle showing off his sword skills.

“You see that! It barely scratched me,” Susano’o was enthusiastic despite all the humans that watched him kill such a beast to save them. He was dressed and disguised differently when he was around them. You haven’t been a saviour to anyone unlike him. Your insecurities were eating at you more. Were you really supposed to be his wife? On a good note, he had no interest in other women or wanted to take on concubines or a second wife.

You two walked towards your small lodge home in the Honshu region. Susano’o always changes back to his normal form and appearance when he’s alone with you or those who were considered his family from the Shinto Temple. It’s very rare he would socialize with humans and it’s against the rules for you and him to actually talk to humans.

He was very affectionate, but mostly it’s him holding you in his lap and talking in your ear about his passions with the sword. You loved listening to him and falling asleep soundlessly on him. You always woke up being suffocated by his big arms holding you in place.

As the two of you returned, you turned to your loving husband and asked him the question that had been bothering you. “Susano’o-san, why did you ask me to be your wife? Am I really your type? Sometimes it feels like our personalities are different,” you felt a sting of embarrassment stir in your lower abdomen waiting for him to answer.

His face turned serious as he stopped what he was doing— sharpening his sword as soon as you two returned. His mouth gaped and you stood frozen a few feet away from him. “I never felt more like myself around someone who understands me. What’s better than not having the sword goddess with the sword god? So of course, you’re my type in every way possible!” One of his hands cupped one side of your cheek.

“What if I said no to your proposal?” You were acting innocent and he gave you a puzzled stare.

“I don’t think I would’ve taken no for an answer,” his response made your heart beat faster as he wrapped his arms around your body.

Loki

You loved him; everything about him. Even accepting his weird side. Was it normal? No. He used to tell you he had a massive crush on Brunhilde before you came along and cured him. Massive? Why would he tell you that? Loki normally wasn’t honest about such things regarding his feelings. You had wondered if he was toying with you once again.

You weren’t a goddess of trickery so you had no idea how you made him move on and treat you as his woman. You have always liked him since childhood. Yet, it turns out he had a thing for the Valkyrie woman and you never knew about it. A part of you was happy he had used you as a stepping stone to move on from Brunhilde— someone who would’ve never liked him back. You wanted to believe you weren’t a rebound, but the doubts were still there. He doesn’t mention her and only pays attention to you mostly.

He even gets jealous of other men who were guards of Asgard that compliment you. You wondered what made him like you. You weren’t anything like Brunhilde at all. She was brave and cold towards others. You were quiet, shy and very observant of your surroundings.

You were fixing up one of the gowns Loki had gotten you. It had a bad tear in it and you wanted to fix it up and wear it for him. You were using a sewing machine before Loki barged into your room. “Where were you? Thor said you didn’t appear at the main hall to greet some of our guests.” Loki saw you holding the gown in your hands. It was all torn up and you couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

“What happened? I’ll get you anoth— actually, I’ll fix it.” Loki started to feel bad that the gown he got you had a tear in it, and you didn’t make an appearance with him to the meeting with some important gods of the pantheon.

“One of the cats got spooked when I entered my room and had accidentally ripped the dress a bit that was hung up while running out of the room. I wanted to fix it and wear it… for you.” You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. Loki was embarrassed realizing he was the cat and fell speechless for a moment. Why did you want to fix such a thing that he found in the commoner’s section of the palace? He didn’t want to tell you that but a deep part of him felt saddened you were going through such lengths for this dress he got you.

“Why not wear something else?” He grabbed your hands but you shook your head. Loki was puzzled for a moment but he knew he wouldn’t be able to change your mind.

He grabbed one of the needles and attached the string to it. He was using magic to sew it up quicker than the machine.

“Done. Are you happy?”

“One more thing before I put it on and be yours for the night.” You nodded. Weren’t you already his? Loki had thought but didn’t say anything.

“Am I really your type? Like wouldn’t everyone there find me… too different to be with you?” You brought the dress up to your face to cover your embarrassment.

“I wouldn’t be going to such extreme lengths to keep you with me if I didn’t like you. I’d prefer you like this and not anything like me. Now, put this on and it’s not for one night. You mean more than that to me,” he lifted your chin up with his index finger.

You nodded gleefully and happy with his answer. You were certain he was telling the truth.

Qin Shi Huang

You were his empress, named and married to him. Despite his reluctance in wanting to marry anyone before he met you— a hard-headed woman who didn’t want any man to sway you. You fought against his army to survive. He was conquering lands and is the emperor and king of the Qin dynasty period of China.

You couldn’t tolerate him in the beginning. He liked ruling and ordering people around. However, you didn’t care who he was. Royal or commoner, everyone was the same to you. Zheng saw you as someone he wanted and desired. It felt impossible for him to obtain despite your reluctance and hard-headed nature.

“I heard you were giving the maids a bit of a hard time earlier,” Zheng walked into your shared room with a curious look on his face despite the blindfold. He was right but also had it wrong. You overheard them talking about how they wanted to be his mistress despite he was yours. It’s not uncommon for imperial rulers to have multiple wives, consorts or mistresses when the man is bored. You had torn down Zheng’s proposals to be his woman many times. He still never gave up but something in you snapped at those maids.

Chasing a man who is already married? How disrespectful. “Sorry for my behaviour, they said some things I didn’t like.” You muttered before turning your head away from him in embarrassment. You were trying to conceal your face from him.

“They upset you? Shall I have them punished—"

“N–No, not at all!” Your voice must’ve squeaked when he suggested punishment. Qin was oblivious to what others felt about him, but his eyes were only glued to you.

Qin walked towards you before forcing your face to look up to him. He took his blindfold off since you two were alone. He was going to speak once again to not let others get to you.

Your insecurities have been eating at you lately and you spoke before he did. “Zheng… am I really your type?” You were flustered but he was not.

“Ha, what? My type? What does that suppose to mean? I just like what I see and if I want something, I’ll do whatever in my power to achieve that. Is that a perfect answer for you, my empress?” He leaned in to call you his empress. Your heart must’ve jumped to your throat. You had no idea what to say to that. He wanted you for a long time and now he has you?

You were satisfied and sighed showing how weak you were in front of him. Only he was able to get you this flustered and feeling vulnerable around him. He loved it and loved making you a mess during private times.

Apollo

Being the wife of Apollo came with a lot of work. Previously you were just a lower-ranked deity of the Greek pantheon that served the Olympus Palace. Apollo didn’t care that much about your existence in the beginning, but it bothered him that you weren’t into him or swayed by his beauty. It dented his ego and turned him into someone who chased you and not the other way around.

Oh, how you miss the old days of being someone who wasn’t very important to anyone. You were quiet, shy and liked to read on your own without being bothered. You were a deity of knowledge and wisdom. You liked history and watching over humanity to learn about their existence. Your whole purpose was to learn and expand your knowledge. Why or how did Apollo come to like you? It was a mystery to you.

You hated the women he used to surround himself with constantly. Not because you were jealous, they were constantly fawning over him and melting in the halls in his presence. It made you uncomfortable how they talked about him a lot when all you cared about was the library and archives. You never cared about getting to know the other gods at the Olympus palace, but maybe because of how different you were made the sun god fall for you.

Apollo had followed you into the archives numerous times considering he was also the God of Philosophy and wanted to get to know the woman obsessed with knowledge. Was he that fascinated with you? He would comment about how your beauty exceeds others and had asked for your hand in marriage. You told him no unless you were the only one which you had hoped he’d leave and decline your request. However, he accepted it. Were you surprised? Yes. He had to give up some part of him just so he could have you to himself. He hasn’t touched any other woman other than you since.

This brought you to wonder why you? Were you his type? What even is his type? He always told others you were his wife. It’s been several years since then. You had lost count. He was busy with many things regarding the Greek pantheon. Whenever Zeus asked him to do something, he was quick to his feet to do it.

You loved him and it took time to realize it. Apollo was deeply in love with everything about you in the beginning. You were sitting alone while reading in the library thinking about your husband. “Why are you still here? It’s late.” You heard Apollo’s voice near the entrance of the room from behind. Oh, it was late? You didn’t say much but closed the book and smiled. Immediately Apollo knew something was wrong and walked over to you to see what you were doing. He picked up one of the books that were lying in front of you on your desk. Romance novels? You never read fiction. You always preferred research.

“I didn’t take you for being into this sort of thing?” he placed the book back down on the desk. You weren’t embarrassed in all honestly. He was someone that was easy to open up to.

“I’m just curious, humans that have written these books over the years must’ve experienced or strongly desire the connection with someone… am I someone you wanted that connection with? Sometimes I feel like… I’m not your type.” Your question made Apollo reach for your hands and hold them.

He hummed, “there’s no such thing as being my type. My type is someone who I deem worthy of my love. What a rhetorical thing to ask, but I can’t deny the connection I felt for you, in the beginning, was something more deep than a simple desire. Did I want you? You already know the answer to that but since you like the comfort of hearing it from me, then yes, I was very interested in you from the start.” His response had you feeling weak for him more.

“Let’s head to bed, or do you want me to keep you awake?” He leaned in your ear as one hand cupped your left cheek.

You weren’t going to get much sleep that night and you were right.

Note: part 2 has no ETA release date. May take a day break unless I get a request that piques my interest.

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