#★ No one will dare challenge me! ★ | Musings

[winxanity-ii]

could i request hermes headcanons with a male lover?

of course! sorry if not the best, just the concept of hermes taking one of apollos followers 😩

THAT BOY IS MINE

ship: hermes x male!apollo devotee!reader warnings: non-explicit word count: 861 a/n: my first male reader request hehhehe; i lowkey wanna make a full one-shot..

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Trickster god Hermes, who first noticed you during one of Apollo's grand performances, as you stood in the crowd, bright laughter escaping your lips.

He didn't think much of it until he saw how you looked at Apollo—admiration clear in your eyes—and suddenly, the idea of getting your attention and challenging your admiration for Apollo was too irresistible for him to pass up.

Trickster god Hermes, who slips beside you during festivals, the kind of presence that catches you off guard.

He'd grin, that troublemaker smile of his, leaning in to whisper something sly about Apollo's radiance. "You think he's the only god worthy of your gaze?" he'd murmur, his eyes glinting with mischief as your cheeks warmed under his gaze.

Trickster god Hermes, who made sure you couldn't ignore him.

At first, it was harmless jokes, a teasing smile from across the temple grounds, or a comment as he materialized at your side, seemingly out of nowhere. But soon, he was there more often, lingering in your shadow. He loved the way you stiffened when he appeared, as if he had found a crack in your composure—and he intended to widen it.

Trickster god Hermes, who brushed his fingers against yours when you were organizing offerings in Apollo's temple, just to see the way you startled, your eyes meeting his in confusion.

He grinned, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "How devoted you are makes me envious, little muse. Would you give the same amount of devotion to me?" His words held a challenge, and for a moment, you wondered if there was more than jest in his eyes.

Trickster god Hermes, who knew how to make life an adventure, began slipping into your routines with ease.

He whisked you away from your duties, convincing you to join him on escapades across hills, through rivers, and into places you were not supposed to go. He showed you joy beyond Apollo’s measured perfection—the kind found in laughter that left you breathless, in the thrill of racing the wind, in moments stolen away just for yourselves. He made the divine feel real, imperfect, and you couldn't help but love that.

Trickster god Hermes, who was unpredictable, daring, and somehow made you feel seen.

He didn't look at you as merely another worshipper. He looked at you as someone he wanted. It unsettled you, the way he lingered too close, the intensity of his gaze following you as if you were the only one that mattered in a room full of people.

Trickster god Hermes, who found you alone in a grove, your shoulders slumped in loneliness as Apollo was too busy for you.

Instead of his usual antics, Hermes simply sat beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. He didn't say anything—he was just there—and for once, his presence wasn’t meant to charm or impress; it was just... real. It was the first time you saw something other than playful mischief in his eyes—it was care, and it unraveled something inside you.

Trickster god Hermes, who watched you with a longing that was hard to ignore.

He'd catch you glancing at Apollo from a distance, and his jaw would tense, that smile dropping for a heartbeat before it returned, sharper. He'd then make his presence known—his fingers skimming your waist, or his lips brushing your ear as he whispered something that made your pulse quicken. You were never just a follower to him, and he needed you to understand that.

Trickster god Hermes, who, for all his confidence, had waited for you to come to him.

He bided his time and made sure you knew he was always there. He listened when you spoke, his gaze never leaving your face, as though everything you said was the most important thing in the world. It wasn't Apollo's grandness, but it was real—and you found yourself seeking out Hermes more and more, your heart pulling toward the trickster who seemed to understand you in ways others didn't.

Trickster god Hermes, who watched with a soft smile the day you gave in.

When you leaned in to kiss him, he wrapped his arms around you as you kissed him, his lips curving against yours, the playful grin giving way to something deeper. Hermes held you close, as if you were the greatest treasure he had ever stolen, and he had no intention of letting go.

Trickster god Hermes, who made no secret of your connection afterward.

He'd drape himself over you in the presence of Apollo, his arm snug around your waist, whispering something teasingly possessive just loud enough for the sun god to hear with a knowing grin, as if to say, "He's mine now." There was no malice in it, only pride—pride that he had managed to steal your heart and that you had given it willingly.

Trickster god Hermes, who stole your heart in the most unexpected way, not by charm alone but through his laughter, his warmth, and his genuine affection.

He saw you not as someone worshipping from the shadows but as someone deserving of the spotlight, deserving of a love that was wild and unrestrained, just like the wind.

[jojoingjoseph]

๑ Sorry not sorry Joseph u3u

SEND ME A ๑ AND MY MUSE WILL ROLL THE DICE TO SEE WHAT TASK THEY HAVE TO PERFORM. [NSFW]:@shizaze

9: will go down on your muse.

There was no doubt about it..

He absolutely Hated that bubble-blowing, arrogant little Bastard in every sense of the word.

A heated breath huffed past gritted teeth, fingers pressed harshly against the cotton sheets as though they’d leave their imprints embedded while a pair of scowling eyes stared with unrelenting disdain for the task that lurked before him. How he got himself into this mess hardly mattered after the challenge had been issued. The soft illumination of the overhead light showered upon his back, casting a shadow over the Italian beneath him. Their eyes matched to one another, vehemence plain to see in his Oceanic hues against the Emerald irises he glared into.

★“ Bastard. ” A low growl clung to the solitary word uttered from a proud throat, every fiber of his arms urged to pummel that face into the mattress with every ounce of strength he held to his name. A sharp ‘tch’ snapped from the brunet, every capillary and vein boiled underneath the surface of his skin. Curling his fingers into claws did nothing than dig themselves into the crumpling sheets, holding their tension before lifting off in a slow ascent.

Every urge to form a fist scorched upon the tendons making up his hands, the temptation lurking so close and yet distancing itself with self restraint based solely on a sense of self pride. If he lost his temper here, even with the challenge set before him, it’d only serve to thrust them both back to square one after all the wretched tribulations they endured with one another to meet at a halfway point to avoid beating the absolute hell out of each other for every small disagreement or instigation for a fight. Joseph’s eyes narrowed themselves for one last glower before he scooted himself down to a comfortable spot to start undoing Caesar’s belt.

The soft ratcheting of metal teeth parting earned a pensive twitch of the brunet’s brow upon pulling down the zipper, halting in his motions to look at the blonde once more and held up one lone index.

★“ Unless you want to end with hearing me retch up a storm, don’t you dare think about bucking into my mouth, ” Hooking his outstretched finger underneath the hem of the other male’s boxers, a mere tug pulled it down.. although Joseph didn’t start at that point of interest just yet as he instead hovered his lips to the spot underneath Caesar’s navel. “ … I have a bad gag reflex. ”

A warm breath brushed over the area, lips pursing themselves to lay a trail of kisses and work up a little tease to start…