Probably at some point! I’m going to start with writing Odysseus and then see where inspiration strikes. My requests are open and I will get to things when I can!
I’ll write mostly anything, specifically smut, fluff, and angst.
Hey! My name is Jane and I just recently watched the Odyssey and fell in love with it so I thought I’d make a blog! There’s not many fics about Odysseus on here (which is crazy bc Matt Damon’s hot asf) so I thought I’d help change that! I’m always down to talk about anything so feel free to reach out!
letting ODYSSEUS eat you out, your thighs caged around his head as flames from the fireplace across the room lick your back.
you were unsure about this position, but he seems to be over the moon. eyes fluttered shut in focus, cynical tongue slipping in and out of your hole from where you sit on his face…
his veiny hands cup the soft flesh of your thighs, letting his thumb graze over the goosebumps as your body twitches and writhes whenever he licks flat stripes up your soaked pussy, pointed tip curling around your swollen clit.
when he finally gets the hint, he wraps his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks, hard. you gasp, back arching up as you try to escape his hypnotic mouth, but he’s one step ahead of you as his biceps flex around your legs, pulling you back down.
you sob, thighs shaking for leverage in his stubborn grip before you give up, letting go and sitting your whole weight down again. this time, he moans.
the new trapped position he has you in with his head in between your thighs is almost too much.
the feeling of his mouth working you as he eats your cunt sends shivers down your spine and jolts of electricity all over your body that are so strong you can’t help but curl over above him, hand gripping the headboard for support as your eyes cross from the overstimulation on your clit.
he knows it’s too much, that you can barely take it, but he just can’t get enough of you.
your core throbs with every suck, lick, and prod of his tongue as your skin aches from the way his beard rubs against you. you’re making a mess out of his face, arousal dripping all over him, and you almost feel guilty about it.
but when you look down to see those ocean blue eyes staring back at you with darkened determination, you know he’s right where he wants to be.
ODYSSEUS on circe’s island, moments before discovering the witch’s true intentions, hunting you, the deer she transformed to preserve your fragile mind from the corruptive instincts of man.
“one day,” she whispered as her hands worked, “you’ll thank me for this.”
she said she could see it in your eyes when she met you — your true form.
you were able to run away, escape into the forest of her island and live for years off of the earth without any contact with real humans… until now.
now, here you are, being hunted by the same being circe warned you about.
you tried to run. run from every crunch of sticks under his sandals, every strum of his bow he sounded to give you a fair chance… until he finally strikes you, sinking an arrow right into the lean of your hip.
pain shoots up your spine before your legs collapse from under you; and in your body’s trad moment of weakness, the curse has nothing to hold onto.
odysseus watches in shock as your figure reverts to its humane form, unconscious in the grass.
with the guilt of war still looming over him, he has no choice but to help you in your vulnerable and naked state. a sorry feeling pangs in his chest as he slings his bow back over his shoulders and kneels down to scoop you up off of the dirt.
he carries you away, into the hidden solitude of a vacant cave by the ocean, pulling the arrow from your hip and tearing his own cloth to wrap around your upper thigh.
he’s long gone by the time you wake, but you remember him by the cloth soaked in blood, by the scar on your ass, and you remember him months later when he washes up on the shores of your island, shaken and bruised from a shipwreck.
now, it’s your turn to nurse him back to health.
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he confesses, vulnerable and ashamed as you clean him up.
you use the same old rag that he had tied around your leg to wipe the blood from his bicep.
you look him in the eye.
“you saved me.” you tell him.
it’s true. who knows what could’ve happened to you if anyone other than odysseus saw you that day? you’re endlessly lucky that he was human enough to take mercy on you.
but for the big, strong, fearless warrior-king he is, he is gentle with you.
he’s gentle when he asks to stay while he patches his ship back together, gentle when bringing back fish he caught in the shallows for supper, and gentle now, when he nudges his swollen tip against the sensitive spot of your cervix, making you cry out.
“shh, shh…” he hums, “I know,”
he holds you close in his lap, like you’ll shatter into a million pieces if he makes one wrong move.
raindrops drum against the ground outside, accompanied by the chorus of the distant rumble of thunder as the storm picks up.
odysseus’s skin glows orange from the weak flames of the dying fire across the room; the same one he built to keep you warm when he noticed the storm rolling in, yet the heat radiating from your skin is enough to keep you warm for generations.
a bead of sweat rolls down his temple as he watches your blown-out eyes. hot pants fill the air between you. strong hands grip your ass, assisting your bounces as his taut thumb traces the thickened scar left behind as a memory from your first encounter.
you can feel every ridge of his cock when you sink back down. slowly, like you’re trying to memorize every inch of him.
then, his fingers tighten on the fat of your hips, dragging them down to meet his as they thrust up, burying deep into you once more just to feel the way your cunt squeezes him when he hits that sweet spot inside you.
“odysseus—“ you gasp.
his parted lips curl into the smallest smirk, barely visible. he loves fucking you like this, so deep that you can feel it in your lungs and it feels like you’re drowning.
“I know,” he whispers, breath ghosting over your jaw. “I’ve got you.”
you feel a dull throb inside your core, one that makes you start to speed up your movements, ever-so-slightly. your pussy squeezes him like a vice as you start to chase your high, and he lets a punched-out groan that is barely audible to your ears.
you lull your head back, clit twitching against his pubic bone while you feverishly rock yourself back and forth on his dick, completely lost in the blissful feeling of him rubbing right against your bundle of nerves. tears of pleasure prick your eyes.
your head feels like it’s full of cotton. lightning shocks every inch of your body. you lose yourself in the moment when you finally peak and your orgasm washes over you with a silent scream. odysseus watches in awe as you spasm around him.
“there you are,” he grunts lowly.
he continues chasing his own release as yours sends chills through down your spine. he grinds up into you once, twice, feeling his balls tighten before spilling inside you. his eyes squeeze shut, ears ringing as he lets out a shaky breath, filling you full of his cum.
his cock still twitching inside you when you fall into him, relaxing your body with a deep, pleasured sigh as sweaty skin slides against each other. his strong arms holding you tight to his chest.
the fire is reduced to only ashes and burning embers now, and the rain continues to pour outside.
