#snv apollo

[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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[wintermoonkisses]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐒

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧

ꨄ︎ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫, 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐪𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐡𝐚, 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐍

He usually doesn’t give hickeys but when he does, they are intentional, possessive, and territorial

Focuses on your sensitive skin, especially on your collarbone and neck

His hickeys are red and small but yet, they litter across your body

He’ll even bite hard enough to draw blood and that’s when he’s truly satisfied

Even when you tell him to stop, he doesn’t care, he only wants to claim you as his

He’s making a statement with his hickeys!

He will sometimes press down on the hickey on your skin purposefully to hear you squeak 🫣

Your sounds are so cute and he takes pride knowing he’s the only one who hears it

He wants the entire world to know you belong to him

His mark will drive other lustful gods away, along with even scaring some of them

When you’re outside, he will shamelessly prevent you from covering his love bites, displaying you as his one and only love

When it comes to you giving hickeys to him, this petty god will not allow it

If the mark begins to fade, he’ll just do it again and you’re in for a wild ride 💋

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑

Doesn’t give hickeys frequently, not because he doesn’t want to, he’s just scared to hurt you 🥹

He's so much bigger than you!

However when he does, they’re deep, dark, and bruised — which shows his incredible strength and desire for you

His favourite spot is the area under your jawline 

He also loves your thighs too and will secretly mark them 

Since others can’t see it, it’s like a little secret between you two

When he bites down upon your soft skin, he’ll smirk victoriously each time when you let out a cry that satisfies his ears

He’ll respect your feelings and will help you cover the love bites in public 

He’ll even cover it with his massive hand, massaging those bruised marks in a gentle yet protective way

If you don’t want his love bites, he’ll stop but he’s severely disappointed

He’ll allow you to give him hickeys but good luck! He’s extremely buff so digging into his skin will take a lot of effort and dedication 

Will reward you if you manage to mark him 🤭

𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒

This god loves them and he sees them as a sign of passion, intimacy, and a symbol of eternal love between you and him

Gives them occasionally and they’re always precise, focused, and perfectly shaped

This god never misses!

Favourite spot includes your neck, hips, and chest

He can hear your heart race every time he bites and he’ll smile lovingly at how adorable and submissive you were to him

Will give you ice packs to ease the pain — the man will take care of you! 😍

When you’re sitting across from him, he’ll allow his eyes to possessively linger upon the handiwork he did 

During these moments, you're basically a piece of artwork that he can't look away

In meetings, if someone were to ask you about your mark… Hades will be the one who they’ll have to face and good luck to them

Of course this gentleman will allow you to mark him as well

His skin is smooth yet it is very callous but Hades enjoys your love bites each time and will bask in your presence 

Stops right away if you’re not comfortable, your feelings are the top priority and he doesn’t want to lose you ♥️

𝐐𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐇𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆

This confident king will put hickeys on you without shame

He’ll litter them clearly upon your entire body, especially your shoulders and chest

Squeezes your ass too when you make a little noise

Though his one secret favourite spot is the curve of your collarbone 

He’s very passionate so his love bites are usually bruised and purple

Loves to create blotches of them in one cluster — the bigger, the better!

If they hurt, this loving king will personally massage them for you

He’ll even order the hot springs to be prepared, just for you! But he’ll join you of course, he’ll go crazy if he’s not allowed to be with you in the hot spring 😉

When they start to fade, he’ll simply latch on to your skin once more and began to process over again

Extremely excited when you do it to him and he’ll proudly display them in front of China, declaring that he was yours even if you were embarrassed with his shenanigans

When his doctors ask if he wants them to heal, he’ll get extremely aggressive, defensive, and angry 

He fires them right away

Will pout like a child if you tell him to stop but that won’t extinguish his love for you — he’ll just find other ways to please you 😘

𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎

Oh this lover boy is the epitome of love bites

At first, he’s a little worried but when you reassure him, the leash that held this god back finally broke 💀

He’ll bite you everywhere and cover you with them, but his marks are always faint because he wants you to enjoy the process and not be in pain

They fade quickly because of it so expect hickeys basically every single night from him

He gets them fairly easily too and he’ll often pose in front of his mirror, basking in those little marks you gave him proudly 

Always concerned about your boundaries and he’ll buy clothing or scarves that’ll help you hide them if you’re embarrassed

He secretly wants you to show them to the world 😳

When you meet his eyes, he’ll wink at you and trace his fingers over your love bites, sending shivers down your spine

Will apologize when you tell him to stop and will be much more gentle the next time

You occupy this man 24/7 and he’s always thinking about where to mark and decorate you next

𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐆𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃

Despite his kind and appreciative demeanour, this demigod takes relationships very seriously 

He views hickeys as a symbol of true romance and everything between you and him is real 🥰

His markings are very precise and they are everywhere, and he’s not afraid to cover you with them from head to toe

Every hickey he gives will be finished with a kiss, as if he’s proud of his work and wants to admire it forever

This demigod is protective and always puts your well-being in front of his

In public, he’ll ask you to cover them — not because of shyness, but because he views his marks as something intimate and private between you and him

Those useless gods don’t deserve to see them!

Loves your marks upon him as well and he’ll often trace them with his fingers when he looks in the mirror

If someone were to spot his love bites upon you accidentally, he’ll glare at them as if daring the outside to challenge him 😤

If you were to ask him to stop, he’ll oblige but his mood is ruined a bit

You make it up to him with extra kisses and cuddles

𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀

His hickeys are usually playful and passionate

Will nip you randomly, inside or outside and when you glare at him, he’ll simply wink and laugh at how cute you are

Ever since he started giving you hickeys, your body became his favourite snack and his usual chips are left stranded on the floor 😋

But when he’s really desiring you, expect them to be rough, deep, and bruising

Buddha loves your voice so expect your throat to be the main target

Your moans and cries are like music to his ears and he’ll often lose control and bite you harder

Look at his teeth! This god is the definition of giving amazing hickeys!

When you land a clear love bite on him, he’ll be surprised but at this same time, he’s turned on

Convinces you to not cover them outside

Will give threatening looks to others when they’re looking at you and he’ll also bite you as well to tell them you’re already taken 😎

When you ask him to stop, he does but he’ll start complaining for hours until you let him bite you again

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

You’re the first deity to not die in his presence and because of that, you’re his everything 🍬

This god is extremely hesitant because he hates causing you pain but he secretly finds the thought of hickeys very appealing

They start off as accidental one night but slowly… they become a daily routine for your physical and intimate moments of love

He wants to mark you deeper but stops himself so they’re always light and faint

Favourite spot includes your jawline, neck, and collarbone but he really loves your wrists

Hearing your pulse when he marks you gives him a sense of security and relief that you’re always here with him 

When you bite him, his eyes widened and he’ll act extremely awkward making you stop

He doesn’t want you to stop

Beelzebub cares about you and he’s always getting you medicine or herbs to heal the swelling and reduce the pain

He blushes a lot when you catch his eyes during the marking

When you two lie in bed, he’ll turn around and caress your arm lovingly before he digs into your neck and begins his mating act

Will stop when you ask him to

You’re his true love and he can't live without you🌹

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Can you do the 'Shut up mom/dad' prank thing with ROR characters: Hades, Apollo, Thor, Qin Shi, Geirolul and Hrist

The prank is based off these TikTok videos I've seen where basically: the character and reader have a child, reader asks their child to do something and the kid responds back with "shut up mom/dad" to the reader, and it immediately backfires LOLL

No specific gender

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ "Shut up, Mom!"

Fandom: Record of Ragnarok/Shuumatsu no Valkyrie

Characters: Apollo, Thor, Geirolul, Hrist, Beelzebub

NOTE: yes I've seen the videos and I find them absolutely hilarious. This was funny to write. Although, I had trouble writing it off as a prank for some lol. Also, so glad to add attention to the Valkyries, love them. Establish relationship and parenthood. SFW. (D/N) = daughters name. (S/N) = (sons name). AFAB reader, BAD GRAMMAR

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Apollo

It occured when Apollo and you were alone in the gardens. He sat on the seating of one of his water fountains, with you standing beside him. You were pretty busy, just folding up some laundry, but it was better with him sitting beside you playing the lyre.

His fingers moved swiftly with each string he plucked to make a nice melody throughout; he wasn't named 'The God of Music' for nothing.

While seated together you noticed, in the corner of your eye, your daughter running through the gardens pretty quickly. She likely had something to do or somewhere to be, as she hurried towards the carriage parking space.

A smile crept up on your face as you called out to her, "(name), can you water the plants for me?"

"Not right now, mom!"

"Oh, it'll be quick, just take the bucket and water down the left region, I'll get the rest." You tried to reason with her, but noticed the way she loudly groaned with annoyance and stomped her foot against the pavement.

"Shut it, mom! I need to be somewhere!" Immediately, you heard Apollo stop playing his lyre, and sigh.

He wasn't one to lash out or hit people, he often just found many bad traits to be disappointing and ugly— traits he did not teach his child to have. He was not very pleased by your daughters behavior and tone. With a raised eyebrow, he got up from where he was sitting and put his lyre on the ground. He turned to face their daughter, hands on his hips.

"(D/N)." His tone was serious and stern, yet filled with concern and love as he looked at her. "Did you just tell your mother to shut up?" He asked, seeming geninuely confused by her sudden attitude.

"I'm busy right now, just have another servant do it instead." She dodged his question, her hands flared up from how she was getting defensive.

"It doesn't matter if you're busy. When your mother asks you to do something, you should show some respect and do it, young lady." He let out a heavy sigh with a head shake, trying to calm down and address the issue without difficulty. "And I won't allow you to talk to your mother like that, young lady."

"Whatever, I'll finish it later. Love you guys!" She slipped in the last note before running off. He shook his head with disapproval. He was hoping to step in and stop it from escalating, but it didn't seem she wanted to cooperate. Oh well. He'll have a talk with her later about the disrespect.

"where could've she possibly learned that from?" He asked, before turning to you and noticing you're snickering. He gave a confused look, not finding this very charming to laugh about. After all, he believed that you were about to kick her ass for the comment, instead.

".. Ah, don't worry about it. We were just messing with you."

"Ah."

"Are you upset?"

"No, no. I'm glad she meant no harm. It wasn't very beautiful." He was very relieved deep down.

Thor

Thor was sitting on his chair, with his eyes shut and head down. He wasn't the talkative type, often just sat there with his hammer held in both hands in front of him.

You were brushing his long red hair, fingers brushing through it as well as the actual comb in your other hand. It was so well kept, strangely for a god who found thrill in war. Nonetheless, you enjoyed brushing out the rare tangles for him.

Eventually, you, deciding you had done enough, jumped down on the ground. He watched, in the corner of his eye, how you moved and walked around, although turned his attention back to seemingly just... Thinking, basking in the peace.

"Oh, (S/N)." You spoke up, seeing your son walk over and grab a chair near his father at the dining table. He placed a bowl down, filling it with some oatmeal, something quick for himself. "Do you know where—"

"Shut up, mom." He spoke up before you could finish. He was a little too excited about planning this prank out, hoping to get a reaction out of his own father.

Oh, how mistaken he was. Immediate regret.

It caught you off guard, but immediately Thor stood up, lightning sparking off his body. He said nothing, but his presence was enough to make you both fearful. He gave a very deep and angered look in his eyes, throwing his hammer over his shoulder.

No, no, no. He did not raise some... Coward!

"DAD ITS JUST A PRANK—!"

"THOR, STOP, STOP. ITS JUST A PRANK."

You're both quick to say as soon as he was on his own two feet; running to him and grabbing his arm to look at you while (S/N) sat there cornered and saw his life flash before his eyes.

"Oh my," That's all that you could say, noticing his arms loosen slightly. He was about to murder your son. Your only son. At least you knew he doesn't mess around with people who disrespect you... Yeah..

Thor, sat back down and pulled you over his thigh, holding you close. You smiled, glad he didn't take it too seriously.. until. "don't ever do that again." His voice was clear and commanding. There were no 'if's or 'but's.

"alright, alright.." You waved your hand around, hoping to calm the storm before more than just thunder and lightning would be sent upon you. (S/N), on the other hand, continued to just sit there.. too scared to stand up in the moment.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub wasn't exactly the ideal parent, and it was easy to test him on certain aspects of what he is good or bad at.

He was pretty bad at getting children to stop crying or holding newborns because he seemed awkward or uncomfortable holding them. That's why he had a preference to older and more mature children over fussy and angry ones.

That's not to say he's a actually bad parent, he does try to put effort often with gifts, but he often leaves certain stuff to you, like giving them a conversation they need to hear or teaching them how to take care of themselves... Okay, yeah, he's pretty bad at it, but the effort counts! He can barely take care of himself, give him a break.

Just don't expect him to teach his son baseball or bring him out fishing.

He was in his lab, experimenting with some biological components he made when you walked in. "Do you need anything?"

"No, thank you though.." He muttered under his breathe, keeping his eye on the tubes he worked with. You pressed a small kiss the side of his face, which made him relax and smile up at you. "Ah, actually, some water would be nice.."

You were planning to grab some but instead you noticed your son walking down the hall. "Hey, (S/N), can you grab us a cup of water? Or herbal tea."

When you had gotten no response, you called out to him again while leaning back against Beelzebub's desk, "(S/N)?"

"Shut up, mom! Just grab it yourself!"

Beelzebub froze in his seat, slowly looking up at you in the corner of your eye to see your response to this. You only sighed from the disappointment. "Do you think you can talk to him about that? He's been getting really upset about something, lately. I'm worried."

"...Alright.."

Although, when he agreed to talking about him, it wasn't immediate. Actually, it took a few days before he finally did so. You, and your son, believed the whole prank was a failure and that he forgot about it, but at some point in the same week, he finally knocked on the door and allowed himself in.

"Is something wrong?" He asked blatantly. By the time he finally brought the conversation back to both of your attentions, (S/N) had already forgotten what he was asking about.

"..what?"

"You yelled at your mother a few days ago. She wanted me to ask why."

"..ah.. it's nothing.." He said, looking away awkwardly. It seemed funny to prank his dad at first, but now he felt a little guilty.

"..alright." It was very straightforward, and he originally planned to leave after that, but instead Beelzebub sat down on his bed, turning to him with a serious look in his eyes. ".. You know, I'm not the best at parenting... Your mother is really kind for what she does, for both of us... Maybe give her some gratitude."

You both never brought it up to him that it was actually a prank since his words were pretty heartwarming and it wasn't everyday he's able to actually give his son a conversation that didn't seem like awkward ice breakers during dinner. "..alright, dad."

Geirolül

You both sat together, chatting with one another about anything occuring. Often Geirolül was fuming with anger about someone or something, but today was a very calm and pleasant day. You both were sitting at a small table, eating and chatting.

She seemed pretty relaxed, her body left loose as she sat with one leg over the other, listening to you talk. It was something she enjoyed, often because she was upset or standing up for you it was her doing a lot of the talking. It was nice to take a break every once in a while.

She noticed your son walk in and her eyebrow quirked up. There was always some sort of quarrel between your son and her, like they had personal beef. Always glaring at one another in the halls. Honestly, you weren't sure if it wasn't all just fun and games to them or if they geninuely hated one another.

You turn to see who she had been glaring at and smile, "Do you think you can take the trash out?" You ask, noticing how he was already on his way to the kitchen.

When he didn't respond, you tried to speak up again, "Hey, (S/N), can you—"

"Hey, kid! She told you to take out the trash, go do it." Geirolül is already jumping in to cover for you, now crossing her arms and watching him like a hawk.

"Don't worry about it, dear.." You mutter under your breathe, hoping to calm whatever nerves were about to burst inside of her head.

"Would you both shut up already! God— you're both so lovey-dovey.."

It was too late, before she could calm down her head immediately quirked into his direction and she was jumping out of her chair, running at this guy.

"What was that!?" You watch her yell as she's jumping out of her chair and running at his direction.

"It was just a prank, mom told me too do it!" He's immediately putting his arms around himself, ducking and trying to run up and hide behind you.

You're just sitting there now, between the both of them as Geirolül is yelling at both of you, mostly him.

Well, that was a bad idea. It didn't matter, she found it abuslotely disrespectful and was not tolerating any of it! Geirolül was badgering him for the next hour.

Oh, and she definitely wasn't leaving you out.

When she was finished with scaring him, she immediately turned to you and began to lecture you. Despite this, you both were immediately settled and cuddling on the couch afterwards, seeming to have forgotten what had occurred.

Hrist

You both were getting the dining table ready, deciding to have some dinner. You were hoping to stir up a little drama with this prank, especially since the other Valkyrie sisters were being expected to come over later for dinner.

Hrist was pretty happy with the arrangements, the flowers on the table, the fruit bowls and cheese plates and the large turkey to feast into.

It was definitely going to be a great festivity, getting everyone together to eat.

You came out to the dining room placing a small bowl of mashed potatoes on the table. You were pretty out of it, a lot of work in the past two hours between you both, having to make large meals for twelve sisters, herself, you and your daughter.

"They should be here soon. I'll grab the plates," Hrist smiled at you as she pulled off her gloves.

"Oh, no, no. Take a break. (D/N), c'mere!" You stopped her, calling out to your daughter inside her room to help you now.

It took a hot minute before you heard her door shut, making you confused. You looked around the hallway, calling out her name again. "(D/N)?"

After the second time you heard a loud groan of annoyance before she came out, "what!?"

"Woah, woah, woah. What's wrong?" You asked, noticing the upset look on her face, seeming to believe that she was initially feeling left out since she couldn't help.

"Its nothing.."

"c'mon, you're about to see your aunties. It's been quite a while, let's get the plates and silverware out and greet them at the door when they arrive." You held your hand out which she reluctantly took, giving some sort of side eye.

"Why can't you and Hrist do it?"

"We've already cooked everything, besides she's pretty tired and show get cleaned up. You, on the other hand, haven't been helping."

"I don't want to have dinner with them. I'm not hungry, I'll just be in my room." She tried to escape, wiggling her hand out of your arm but you weren't having it. Hrist stopped in her stop watching with a worried expression as she rubbed her arm.

"Stop it, don't be like that—"

"Oh, shut it mom."

A immediate feeling of dread creeped up her spine as (D/N) noticed the way Hrist was now staring at her from far behind, ready to slap the shit out of her. She felt her hair stick up on her arms just from how she was being looked at, she was not playing around.

"..on second thought, I think I'll help."

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#155 Taste of his own meds

Y/n: Let me tell you this, twink, you're playing checkers...

Apollo*Already wanting to smash your head into a pole, but he frowns*...???

Y/n*Points to Hades, Hera, Poseidon, Hermes, Aphrodite, Ares, Heracles, Adamas, Hephaestus off in a distance* I'm fucking your half of your family

Apollo:...WHAT You will not-

Apollo*Shrieks in horror as you give them a wink and some of them blush while others wink back* YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!?!

[niyoriix]

Can you write about what you think Apollo, Loki, Hades, Poseidon, Qin, Thor, Hermes, Okita, Buddha, Brunn, Odin,Zeus and Tesla (you can be selective about who to write about since this list is long af☠️ ) would do/act if they got jealous? Or if they aren't the type to get jealous or possessive, how would they act if they think someone is a threat to their relationship with their partner, like the partner having a close friend who likes them but the partner doesn't realise it?

Decided to do these ones! Maybe I'll continue this on with the rest of the characters you named 🤔 hope they aren't too OOC. Also if I misread or got anything wrong please feel free to correct me!

Gn!Reader

Poseidon gets jealous okay? Even if the guy refuses to admit it saying it's a "Trivial" thing that's below him. Sure, whatever. But we know that's a lie when it comes to his own lover. If you ever had a friend that liked you and you didn't realize, he'd scoff at the situation, most likely threatening the friend to stay in line or he'll have his head or smth. But overall he does not think of this said friend as a threat whatsoever. He's quite literally the most perfect god and there's no way you'd choose such a loser over him.

Hades, like his brother, is also not immune to human feelings like jealously or possessiveness. So if there was a friend that liked you and you just hadn't realized yet then he'd let you know. he's not a man that causes misunderstandings and will avoid them at all costs. He values communication and will be as clear as he can be. He doesn't view the friend as a threat either since he's very confident and trusting that his liver would never.

Loki gets incredibly jealous, especially when it's a close friend of yours, even if it's not he's still just as jealous. He hates it whenever your attentions on anyone else but him, so this little friend of yours liking you irks him and makes him want to completely erase him. This could also make Loki be a bit insecure about himself, if the friend has qualities that fit better in a relationship than his own.. he'd say it in a jokingly manor but in reality he's not joking at all when he says he wants him gone.

Apollo would get slightly jealous. This mostly depends on if the friend is also a god and they have more to give and are just "better" in his own words. He's not immune to feeling insecure, but when a god better than him seemingly poses a threat (in his eyes) then he'll get incredibly possessive and jealous. He'll tell you to keep watch of said friend but wouldn't say anything about how he feels. He's far too cocky and arrogant to admit that he's jealous.

She can get quite jealous, it'll mostly be unnoticeable but there will be changes and actions that would point straight to her being jealous. It's very rare but it does happen. If the friend has a crush on you then yes, she will get jealous. But she'll mostly try and talk to you about her concerns. She doesn't want to force you or be controlling.

Nope. He doesn't do jealousy nor is he that possessive. He values trust and freedom so he would never ask you to stop talking to someone or stop being friends with someone unless they were a legitimate threat. But even if he gets a bit possessive it's very rare and it's not noticeable. If you didn't notice the crush they had then he would be laughing his ass off. Like seriously, this guy is pinning over a person in a literal relationship and being accidentally ignored.

He'd literally flirt with the said friend 😭 also yes he gets jealous and possessive. He won't think of the friend as a threat though. He would definitely tease the friend but make it known to them that they should probably leave before lightning strikes them dead.

Hmm..I can see him getting a bit jealous but it'd most likely be very tame in comparison to his father. He can get very possessive if the friend is touchy. He actually hates it whenever someone touches you, doesn't really matter who it is. He'd also very calmly tell the friend to shoo or else he'd have some serious problems.

Doesn't get jealous but he's incredibly possessive. His birds would constantly voice his meanest thoughts so you can imagine how the friend feels being cussed out by two birds.. Odin would treat the friend like an insect. Not anyone notable or even a threat to him so he'll ignore him, but his birds won't.

Definitely a little possessive. Jealousy? Maybe, depends really. If you didn't know they had a crush then he'd be another one to laugh. He'd see how long the whole thing lasts until you notice and reject him. Overall he thinks it's funny as well.

[amphitriteswife]

Good morning, good afternoon or good evening

Since I saw that your requests are open, could you do an Apollo (Ror) with a male reader? It could be anyone, he has so little to read.

Pairing: Apollo x male god! reader

Source: Record of Ragnarok/ Shuumatsu no valkyrie

Note: i’m lowkey getting more into it again since season 3 is coming soon

Warnings: lowkey smutty. Also reader is just a bit dominant

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‘My lord…there is someone who wants to see you.’ Your eyes flicker to the servant near the entrance. The feather in your hand stopped, dripping ink over the papyrus scroll. ‘I will be there in a moment.’ The servant bowed, leaving you alone in the chamber you currently reside in. You don’t like company. It’s bothersome. Besides, there are better things you have to do. There are still problems with the Nile to solve. The ever lasting rivalry between Osiris and Seth. Anubis having a big overdose of people in the underworld because of a failed harvest. With everything going on, the Gods turn to Thoth, the God of wisdom. Presumably knowing what to do in this situation. You, the god of trust, often associated with Thoth, usually helps him on his quests. Which is what you were doing. You write every bit if knowledge he has down to make sure it’ll be convenient evidence later on. Unfortunately, your peace was broken the moment you met Apollo on accident. It was during a meeting with all the gods, you were there as Thoth’s assistant. Writing down the important parts of the meeting. You’re not particularly sure why you caught the attention of the sun god. But, Apollo himself isn’t a being that cares much for logic. He’s smart without a doubt. But…he’s also rather…emotionally. His past encounters, ad well as relationships. Not to mention him being Zeus’ son makes it unsurprisingly clear. Usually, you’re not bothered by it. ‘It’s a phase he has.’ You told yourself. After all, Apollo was known to be pretty much of a ‘player’ as rumors has it. Both men and women. He’s not picky in his tastes as long as it’s beautiful. His words, not yours. Despite that, you can’t deny that certain encounters slowly changed your opinion of the strawberry blonde god.

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‘Oh mighty god of trust~ why haven’t you answered my letters?’ The familiar voice you would rather have forgotten. Sultry, yet with a hint of arrogance. Like most mortal say, confidence is key. And Apollo surely knew how to use it. You sighed. Wrapping up the scroll and putting it away carefully. ‘Is that all? I have business to attend to.’ You didn’t even glance at him. In fact, your eyes remained closed the moment you let out that sigh! ‘Oh how you wound me. You don’t show up to my party. And you don’t return my letters. Now you won’t even look at me? How cruel.’ Your eyebrows furrowed even more at the mocking words Apollo said to you. It’s obvious he’s not hurt and just wants to taunt you. Like hell he cares if you show up. You never show up. Not now. Not ever. The most Apollo had ever gotten out of you was frustration. And for some reason, that infuriated Apollo himself too. Even if he doesn’t show it. Even an angel has it’s cracks. You noticed the way his jaw clenched, even if he gave you a rather forced smile that others deemed as charming. You noticed the slight movement of his eyebrows furrowing. The slight edge of his voice. The dark shadow that averted his gaze for just a split second. ‘I don’t do parties, lord Apollo.’ You told him in your usual stern tone. It was true. You never attended a party unless it was absolutely necessary. You had other things to worry about or to fix. Playing childish games will only get in the way. Apollo gave you s slight smirk. His hands on his hips. He always had an attitude towards you, yes you were aware that he was flirting with you a lot. But that didn’t change much for you. You brushed him off. Leaving the stash of scrolls as they were on your desk. You knew how Apollo was. He only ever went to you if he needed something or if it was to annoy you. Apollo followed you to your chambers. The room was made out of sand. The windows just square holes decorated with hieroglyphs about the story how you met Apollo. Even though it hadn’t mattered to you then. It became a popular myth, binding the Egyptians with the greeks. After all, Egypt was most built on a dessert which was also why there were small fountains in your room. As well as soft but thin fabrics. Most of them adorned with golden patterns and chains.

Apollo gave you a look. A look you had seen before. You recognized it than no other. And that’s why you felt irritated. How dare he come here and disturb your work just because he can’t control his desires? It was one time. One time you had given in. And now he disturbed you because he wanted to court you. Sigh. Alright. If he wants to play that game. So can you, you stood up from the side of the bed, gently but firmly grabbing the blonde hair of the sun god. His eyes gleaming with interest and a hint of excitement. ‘On your knees.’ You commanded the other god, a fistful of his hair still in your hands. You could feel Apollo shiver under your touch, his eyes widening just a bit before they dropped to half lidded. He probably felt smug. You know he did. After all, Apollo was known to be very seductive, especially towards you. And for the first time ever, you saw him finally listen to you. And for some reason…it felt good to have him submit to you. Apollo got on his knees in front of you, his hands running up the soft fabric of your pants to the hem of it. His fingers curling around the waistband. Slowly pulling it down. His eyes on yours. And yours on his. You weren’t backing down, and neither was he. How could he? He had waited for you to give into him. Apollo gently but slowly pulled down your pants. His eyes still locked on yours. The sound of your breath hitching just in the slightest made him smirk. His hands coming up to grab you, a fee strokes was all he did before his lips wrapped around your cock. Your hand tugging his head back. ‘Did i give you permission?’ You asked the male god rather sternly. His brows furrowed, a soft whimper, perhaps out of pain or disappointment. ‘On the bed.’ You commanded, letting go of the strawberry blonde locks in your hand. Apollo got up from his knees. Making quite the show of undressing himself before he sat down onto the bed. His mouth twisted upward in a smirk. His eyes still seductively and his body language as comfortable as ever, even now when he was stark naked. You got on top of him, closing the thin fabric of the blinds that were attached to the canopy bed. Just the shadow of you two visible because of the sun peeking trough. Apollo grabbed you by one of your necklaces, his lips meeting yours, pulling away slightly before he darted his tongue out, tangling it with yours. You didn’t pull away, instead you moved your hands to his hips, his body flushing againsy yours. His legs wrapped around your waist before he pulled you back with him, his head now laying on a pillow, his arms around your neck. You on top, pinning him down. You moved from his mouth to his neck. Kissing it passionately, his lips parting to let out a rather unexpected grunt. ‘Come on…’ Apollo whined, grinding his hips against yours. The both of you were hard. But he wasn’t going to get you this easily. You grabbed him by his sides, sliding him over the bedsheets to press up even more against yours. Your cock rubbing against his, making him moan in delight. Oh how he thought about this for centuries. To finally do this with you. You could feel him spurt out a bit of precum, while you rubbed against him, some of it getting on your cock too. The lubricant made it even more slippery, your hips thrusting back and forth. The touch felt like electricity, he was almost the same size as you…almost. You were just a tad bigger. And he loved it. It made him feel surreal. His hands grabbing your shoulders. His hips matching the rhythm of your trusts. The friction is making Apollo’s head spin..but it felt good..too good. He was moaning non stop like a pornstar. His fingers digging into your skin. His eyes rolling back into his skull. He never felt so…submissive before. He never let pleasure take him over. But gods did it feel..right. And that’s when he came without warning.His breath ragged and unsteady as he came all over you and himself. His body relaxing but still pumping enough blood to remain hard.

‘I’m not done with you yet.’

[marvel-and-dc-geek]

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[thulhu]

SMAU where Y/N fell asleep and her phone has been going off with texts and notifications from: Apollo and Beelzebub.

+ potential add on, let's say they woke up late for their date and are being rushed but loll

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A/N: Tell me what you think!