#and she expects me to do all of this. when its so hard. and she doesnt understand how in the hell it COULD be hard. bc its “just” cleaning

[sparklingblu]

Eroverse

Pt.7 - Trial & Error

ft. Julie, Natty, Haneul and Chaewon

You’ve never owned a pet before.

But it’s not a bad experience at all.

Especially if your pet’s an immortal goddess who’s addicted to your cock.

It has become a somewhat normal occurrence to wake up to Chaewon choking herself on your morning wood, serving herself breakfast even before you have woken up.

It’s not a pretty sight. Not at all. A goddess who has once treated men like pests has been reduced to nothing but a cock hungry slut, all her resentments and fury replaced by lust. If the old Artemis could see what she have become, she would have committed suicide on the spot (yeah, she’s immortal, alright. just me exaggerating). But it’s too late now. You don’t know what becomes of her hunters but the mark has rewritten Chaewon’s entire personality. 

And talking about the mark, you haven’t had the chance to use it again since your encounter with Aphrodite. You’re not sure how long it has been. It’s difficult to tell the time here. Especially with the storm shrouding everything in darkness.

It seems to be raging on even more since you have regained consciousness. Rain pounds steadily against the glass walls, thunder growling low like an ancient beast. The lightning, when it strikes, is bright enough to momentarily bleach the whole room white.

The world beyond isn’t stable either. At least the world you are allowed to see. One moment, you’re staring at a familiar New York skyline, neon lights shimmering beneath the rain. Then, in a blink, you are staring at the Eiffel Tower. Another, and you would see the Colosseum. You know the properties of the building to choose what it shows to its occupants, but it has never shifted this quickly before.

On the other hand, Eros remains calm. Almost too calm.

He hasn’t assigned another task for you yet, though you’re not sure if that’s a good thing. He’s unusually quiet. If anything, he’s been…patient. Watching. Waiting.

What he’s waiting for, you have no idea as usual. So, you decide to make the most out of this strange, uneasy peace - no matter how short it lasts.

A literal god can’t afford wi-fi in his place so using the phone is out of the question. The TV is, as usual, useless. Eros hasn’t changed his mind about setting every channel to play either romantic comedies, sappy dramas or dating shows. It’s as if the entire entertainment industry is curated by Aphrodite herself. You would last at most five minutes before shutting off the TV with a groan.

Kazuha has no interest in entertaining you either. You guess she’s somewhat affected by the death of her fellow angels, but it’s not an easy job to see through her cold, indifferent mask. She brushes off your attempts to make conversation, instead resorting to staring at the shifting landscapes amidst the storm, like it’s her favourite thing to do.

Luckily, you have a pet goddess.

A pet who’s so eager to grab your attention through your favourite spot - your cock.

So, it’s not really a surprise when you wake up once again, with your cock blocking Chaewon’s airways. She’s so busy attending to your morning(or night) hardness that she doesn’t even notice you stir. She keeps bobbing her head, devouring your cock like it’s her favourite lollipop.

“Chaewon” you call, trying to alert her of your awakening. She looks up at you through half lidded eyes, mouth still full of your cock. She mutters a muffled ‘morning’ and instantly goes back to sucking you off.

“Chaewon” you call again, this time a bit louder. She stops blowing you and meets your eyes, though she still has no plan to take your dickout of her mouth. So she waits there, eyes expectant and mouth full of cock.

You tangle a fist in her hair, pulling her lips off your cock. It comes off easily with strings of drool stretching in the path. Chaewon stays with her mouth gaping, like she can’t wait to swallow your dick again.

“Eager, aren’t you?” you ask, still holding her hair firm. It surely burns her scalp, but it’s nothing compared to what she has done to you before getting brainwashed into a cock depraved slut. Perhaps, she doesn't remember. But the fact remains true.

“Yes, master…” she mutters, voice hoarse from god knows how long she has been deepthroating your shaft. “Chaewon can’t help herself. Chaewon misses master’s cock so much and…”

That earns a slap across her face. “You lying bitch. It hasn’t even been a day since I fuck a load into your cunt, and you miss it, already? God, you really love cocks, don’t you?”

“No, master. Chaewon only love master’s cock. Chaewon can’t live without master’s cock. Chaewon needs it in all her holes everyday” 

You laugh, almost like a madman. Is this what they call karma? One moment, you dread men. The next, your life source has become a cock.

“You are such a slut” you say, rubbing your drenched cock across her face, smearing it in her own saliva. She doesn’t complain, letting you violate her like the toy she is. Who knows a goddess can look even more pretty painted with her own drool?

“Yes, master. Chaewon is master’s slut. And Chaewon wants to make master feel good. Chaewon is a good slut”

The way she repeats her name reminds you of the house elf from Harry Potter. What’s his name again? Dobby? This one does cleaning too, just in different places. 

“I can’t deny that. But you do have to prove it, don’t you?” 

At your question, Chaewon wriggles her raised ass like an eager dog. She has stayed bare so far, and you are not complaining. Not with how easy it is to just squeeze a handful of her ass or bend her over a surface and fuck a load into her whenever you feel like it.

“Yes, master. Chaewon will prove to master how slutty she can be. So please..” she tries to go to town on your cock again but you tighten the grip on her hair, causing her to pull back.

“Listen, you little slut. I’m your master, got it? You don’t do anything without my permission” 

“Get- get it, master” she whimpers, flinching at the pain in her scalp. You almost feel sympathetic. But then, you remember Artemis hasn’t shown you any sympathy. Why would you show it to her?

“Good” you muse. “Now stays just like that and open wide when I fuck your slutty mouth, got it?” 

Chaewon nods feverishly, though it’s hard with how hard you are gripping her head. She opens her mouth anyway, lolling out her tongue like a pet asking for food. And you will feed her very soon. A really hard, really big pet food.

“Open wide” you warn and shove your thick cocks past her lips, groaning as her hot wet mouth envelopes you. She gags and sputters as you force your way in, not caring about her discomfort. All it matters is your pleasure, you need to use her like a cheap fucktoy. 

You start thrusting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with each buck of your hips. Lightning flashes and thunder strikes again, but it can’t be as loud as the steady glug glug glug echoing the room as you use Chaewon’s throat like a fleshlight. Streams of saliva drip from the corner of her lips and stain the bed sheet, but it doesn’t really matter. You have found out long ago that the thing cleans and folds itself. Though you doubt it would like having blowjob drool on its sheets.

“See, Artemis? That’s what happens when you talk too much. You get a cock shoved into your mouth” you say, effectively showing her how right you are.

You stop fucking her face for a while, just to make an act of slapping your cock on her tongue multiple times before you shove it back into her warm wet heat. Things have become really messy now, tears flow in a steady stream and mix with the drool, turning her face into a filthy mess of bodily fluids. 

But she plays her part of the slut perfectly. Not complaining at all as you continue to use her throat for your own pleasure. You press your tip to the inside of her cheek, making it bulge before doing the same thing to the other side of her face. It makes her look even more like a slut, if that’s possible.

“Fuck, this mouth does more than taunt and complain. You should have sucked cocks since the beginning. Then, your pretty mouth wouldn’t have gone to waste for millennia”

Does she understand you? You doubt it. Even if she does, her brain is full of nothing but cocks by now. She would have gladly agreed.

You let your eyes wonder and drink in the sight of her magnificent ass. She still has it up in the air, as if beckoning another cock or two to fill her holes. You know she’s more than capable of using that round, juicy ass to her advantage. You have watched enough ‘Smart’ fancams to see the proof. It’s the kind of ass  that begs to be grabbed, spanked and fucked hard. You can already imagine those plump cheeks jiggling as you rail her from behind.

But for now, her mouth would have to suffice. You set a brutal pace, slamming into her throat over and over. Your heavy balls slapping against her chin with every thrust, your shaft stretching her jaw wide. She continues to make obscene gurgling noises, spit and drool dribbling down her chin as you wreck her mouth.

“Fuck, your throat feels so good,” you grunt, picking up speed. “Such a perfect little cockwarmer. This is all you are good for, aren’t you?”

You reach down to grope her tits, squeezing and twisting her erect nipples as you continue to rail her mouth. She moans around your cock, sending delicious vibrations through you. You know you wouldn’t last long, not with such a tight, wet heat wrapped around you.

You pull your cock from Chaewon’s mouth at the last moment, a string of saliva connecting your swollen tips to her bruised lips. She looks at you with bleary, lust-filled eyes, panting heavily as she waits for your command. 

“Beg for it,” you growl, fisting your shaft. “Beg me to paint that pretty face with my cum”

Chaewon obediently parts her lips, tongue extending and ready to catch your load. “Please master,” she whimpers. “Please cum on Chaewon’s face. Chaewon need it, Chaewon needs her face covered in master’s hot seed”

Her vulgar words send a thrill through you, your balls tightening with impending release. With a grunt, you aim your cock at her face and stroke faster, relishing the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

Then, you are coming, long ropes of thick, pearly cum erupting from your cock and splattering across Chaewon’s eager face. You pump load after load, painting her from forehead to chin, watching as your seed drips down her flushed cheeks.

She moans with delight, eyes fluttering closed as you coated her in your essence. When you are finally spent, she’s the perfect picture of a cock drunk slut, marked as your property by the mess on her face.

Chaewon opens her mouth, letting a thick glob of cum drip onto her extended tongue. She swirls it around, savoring the taste before swallowing it down with a satisfied sigh.

“Thank you, master” she purrs, scooping up some of the cum from her cheeks and sucking it off her fingers. “Chaewon will always be your personal cumdump. Please use Chaewon whenever you want” 

And that’s how your mornings go lately. 

🖤 🖤 🖤

Your peace comes to an abrupt, violent end.

And at the worst moment.

You have Chaewon pinned against the wall, her wrists trapped above her head in one of your hands. With the other, you keep a tight grip on her waist, slamming your cock into her soaking cunt rapidly. 

“Fuck, you are so fucking tight” you grunt, leaning down to bite at her neck. “Always wet and ready for me, aren’t you? Begging to be filled and used like a sextoy”

Chaewon moans, pressing her ass back against you desperately. “Please master, Chaewon needs your big cock. Need it inside me, stretching me out. Please use Chaewon like the slut she is”

Her vulgar words resonate around the room, serving only to get you even more riled up. And that’s saying a lot, with how throbbing hard you are already. 

And that ass. That ass that sways and jiggles and bounces with each thrust. If Chaewon’s whorish face - rolled up eyes and lolling tongue - isn’t enough, the sight of her tight ass is an additional luxury.

“Fill me up, Master. Fill Chaewon with your load. Knock me up with your seed” Chaewon continues to beg, lost in the pain and pleasure of your cock. She may be an immortal goddess but at this moment, it won’t be so hard to believe she needs your cum to survive.

You can feel the approaching finale, your cock throbbing with anticipation. Just a few more thrusts, maybe even fewer and you will grant Chaewon her wish - a nice, big, hot load.

Then, the door opens with a deafening slam.

“Well well look what we have here”

You forget about cumming.

Eros stands in the doorway, one hand still on the handle, the other stuffed into the pocket of his jeans. His golden hair is an absolute mess, his shirt crumpled, like he has just rolled out of bed. He studies you with a flicker of amusement in his eyes, like it’s his favorite form of entertainment to break into rooms when people are having sex.

“There’s something called ‘knocking’, you know”

Eros shrugs his shoulders.

“And ruin the fun? No way. And it’s not like you would have heard me with how loud your little ‘pet’ is begging for your cock”

Before you know it, a wave of embarrassment wash over you. You have never meant your activity with Chaewon to be made public but it’s not like you have been secretive either. You have hoped the walls were thick enough to drown out the sound. Seems like it wasn’t the case.

“Look. I-”

Your attempt to reason fails miserably. What does one say when their boss walks in on them having sex? ‘Sorry’? ‘Let me empty my balls first and then we’ll talk’? And the fact that you are still balls deep inside Chaewon makes it even worse. 

Eros makes an exaggerated expression of rolling his eyes. “Finish this up and then come to the living room”

And just like that, he’s gone.

The orgasm is not at all satisfactory. You are too busy pondering what Eros has in store for you this time as you pump Chaewon full of your load. At least the slut gets what she wants in the end.

You hastily change into a sweatshirt and khakis, ignoring Cahewon’s pleas to fill her ass next, pocket your phone and exit the room.

As you step into the circular hall, the first thing you notice is the statue. Eros - marble wings spread wide, that signature smirk carved into his face. The hunters had sliced it clean in half but now, it has been restored to its full glory. Not a single crack remains. If anything, it looks even more smug, as if taunting you personally.

You snort and keep walking, footsteps echoing against the marble floor as you move down the corridor leading to the living room. 

As soon as you step inside, they are already there.

Eros and Kazuha.

Kazuha leans against the pastel-pink kitchen island, arms crossed over her tank top and watching you with that unreadable expression of hers. Meanwhile, Eros is seated on the couch, tossing a lollipop between his fingers like it’s a dagger.

Behind them, the glass walls reveal a cityscape that looks ancient - stone structures, towering columns, remnants of an empire long gone. You don’t recognize it, but the storm still rages on outside, thunder crackling through the sky like a war drum.

Something tells you that whatever comes next is not going to be good.

Eros glances up, pops the lollipop into his mouth and grins.

“Finally! Our guest of honor!” He spreads his arms like he’s welcoming a long lost friend, his grin widening around the lollipop in his mouth. Thunder rumbles, casting flickering shadows against the glass walls, but he doesn’t seem concerned.

Eros gestures to the brand new couch across from him, one that definitely wasn’t there before. It’s upholstered in plush, wine-red velvet, looking way too luxurious for your taste. You half-expect it to swallow you whole once you sit down.

Still, you take a seat.

“So,” you say, stretching your legs. “What’s the occasion?”

Eros leans forward, golden eyes glinting. “I’ve got a quest for you”

Of course he does.

You don’t bother responding. Instead, you let your head fall back against the couch, staring at the ceiling like it holds the patience you no longer have.

Eros grins. “Oh, come on. Don’t look so dead inside. You are gonna love this one”

That gets a laugh out of you. “That’s what you said last time. And I end up dying”

Eros waves a hand. “Details”

You let out a sigh. “Just tell me what you want”

Eros stretches out on the couch like a cat and flashes you his iconic grin that usually precedes horrible news.

“Tell me, Michael,” he says, popping his chin up with one hand. “Do you know Wonder Woman?”

You stare at him, oblivious to why the god is asking if you know a comic book character. “...Yeah?”

He spreads his hands, as if presenting you with a grand mystery. “And what is she?”

You frown. “A superhero?”

“Yes, yes. The one in the skimpy outfit. But what is she?”

You narrow your eyes. “A woman?”

He lets out an exaggerated groan and flops onto his back like he’s personally offended by your answer. “Michael, Michael, Michael. Yes, technically, but you are missing the essence of the question”

Kazuha, who has been silently enduring this nonsense with the patience of someone who has clearly had enough, finally chimes in. “Just tell him already”

Eros shoots her a scandalized look. “Kaz, please. Do you know how dull life would be if we all just gave answers immediately?”

She glares. “Do you know how much less annoying you’d be?”

“Harsh” Eros comments, before turning back to you. “Come on, Michael, give me another guess”

You sigh heavily. “A goddess?”

He clicks his tongue. “Colder”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “A warrior?”

He gives you a so-so gesture. “Warmer, but still missing the key element”

Kazuha rubs her temples. “Eros.”

“Fine, fine.” He sits up properly, stretching his arms overhead before finally, mercifully, giving you the answer. His golden eyes gleam as he smirks. 

“She’s an Amazon”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “The company?”

Kazuha looks like she wants to strangle you. Eros slumps his shoulders so dramatically you’d think you just told him Santa Claus isn’t real. 

“Kazuha, you are gonna have to sit him down and teach him the basics one of these days,” he mutters. “This is getting painful.”

Kazuha lets out a slow breath like she’s mentally preparing herself for this. “Amazons, Michael. And no, this has nothing to do with Jeff Bezos. They’re a race of warrior women. Fierce, highly skilled in combat, and they don’t take kindly to men”

You blink. “So they’re just another version of the Hunters?”

Kazuha shakes her head. “Not at all. The Hunters of Artemis swear off men entirely. Well….though you kinda ruin that. The Amazons don’t hate men - they just don’t see them as equals. To them, men are tools, something to be used and then cast aside”

You raise an eyebrow. “Sounds like fun.”

“Oh and that’s not everything,” Kazuha continues, a slight chuckle in her voice. She’s enjoying this way too much. “They are the daughters of Ares, the god of war. That means they’re not just some regular warriors - they’ve got divine blood in their veins. Strong, fast, nearly impossible to beat in a fight”

“Wonderful,” you remark. “Let me guess. I have to try to fuck them so that I can grow even more powerful and help Eros impress his mom”

“Well, that’s your job. And you are very good at it” Eros says. If that’s supposed to make you feel better, it doesn’t. “Plus, it’s not the only task at hand”

Another task apart from trying to get into the pants(or armor, whatever) of deadly female warriors? This is just wonderful. 

Eros leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I want you to steal the Belt of Hippolyta”

You blink. “The what?”

“The Belt of Hippolyta. A divine artifact once gifted by Ares to the Amazons’ greatest queen. It increases the strength of its wearer tenfold”

You rub your face. “First, Hades’ helmet, now, this. You sure you don’t need me just to smuggle goldy artifacts?”

Eros grins. “A thief with a charm is just a gentleman rogue”

You pause, frowning. Last time, you barely managed to steal the Helm of Darkness before the servants of the underworld came crashing in. Even then, you have to struggle with a single goddess - Persephone, before she gave in. This time, it’s a whole army of women you have to deal with and you are pretty sure their weapons won’t be vegan-friendly like Persephone. You are starting to hate this job.

“Ok. How exactly am I supposed to steal something like that under the nose of women who will probably try to kill me? Walk up and ask nicely?”

Eros ignores your sarcasm. “Come on, Michael. After all those adventures, you, of all people, must surely know that I always have a plan”

‘Plans that push you closer to the brink of death each time,’ you think. But you keep your mouth shut.

“So, here’s the deal,” Eros starts, biting down on the lollipop with a loud crunch. “The Amazons have this little event every year - big tournament, lots of fighting, lots of blood, real Spartan stuff. A test of strength and skill. And the grand final is always overseen by Ares, who happens to be my dad. 

‘Whose wife I happened to rail,’ you think again. But Eros doesn’t need to know that. 

“And,” Eros continues, his grin widening. “Ares is a little busy at the moment.” He gestures at the storm raging outside. “You know, with everything going on”  He winks. You scoff. “So, being the generous and ever-helpful god that I am, I offered to go in his place”

You stare at him. “And he just let you?”

“Of course,” Eros says, feigning offence. “Why wouldn’t he? I’m a god. I’ve got credentials”

“Like you didn’t use charmspeak on him,” interrupts Kazuha.

Eros shrugs, clearly pleased with himself. “A little push in the right direction. Nothing serious. Besides, the Amazons don’t question it. As long as they get to watch people wrestle, they don’t care which god oversees them”

“So, that’s it?” you ask. “I’m supposed to sneak in and grab this belt or whatever while they are too busy with the tournament?”

Eros chuckles, shaking his head. “If only it were that simple,” he flips the remaining plastic stick of the lollipop, making it vanish.”See, the Belt of Hippolyta isn’t just some fancy accessory you can snatch off a dresser. It can’t be stolen, at least not directly. It can only be given away - willingly - by the Queen herself”

Of course, it’s not supposed to be easy. Those tasks never really are. You groan. “Oh, come on”

“Yep,” Eors pops the ‘p’ smugly.

“So I have to convince an Amazon Queen - one of the deadliest warriors to ever walk the earth - to hand over her most prized possession?”  You scoff. “Right. I’ll just ask really nicely. Maybe throw in some chocolates”

Eros flicks his wrist and a golden pocket watch appears between his fingers. He clicks it open, eyes scanning the time before snapping it shut. “Anyway, I’ll explain the plan later. We’ve got somewhere to be”

You frown. “Wait, what?”

Eros grins. “It’s almost time”

Your frown deepens. “Time for what?”

“The tournament, of course.” He tosses the pocket watch over his shoulder like it’s trash and stretches his arms. “And we’ll need to make an entrance”

You blink. “Wait - hold on - we’re going now?”

“Well, yeah.” Eros gestures vaguely. “I figured we could ease into it but since someone’s too occupied trying out his new pet-”

“Oh, screw you”

“Too late for that darling.” Eros claps his hands. “Point is, we are going undercover. It would be suspicious for me to bring a mortal. So you, my friend, will be posing as one of my angels”

You stare at him. Not the craziest thing you’ve heard but still, you are baffled. “And how do I pose as an angel?”

“Easy enough,” Eros shrugs. “Keep your head down and don’t talk much. Just look at Kazuha”

That earns a glare from her but Eros either doesn’t see it or care.

“Come on. We’ve got places to be”

🖤 🖤 🖤

Eros leads the way back into the circular hall, his boots clicking against the marble. The massive statue of himself is still standing smugly at the centre, looking like it’s laughing at you. You are starting to suspect Eros rebuilt it just to mess with you.

He stops in front of one of the many doors lining the wall - this one looks ancient, dark mahogany with strange swirling symbols carved in its surface. 

You eye it warily. “Where exactly are we going?”

“Themyscira,” Kazuha answers before Eros can drag it out with another dramatic monologue. 

“Themuh-what now?”

“Themyscira,” she repeats, arms crossed. “The island of the Amazons. Hidden from the mortal world, ruled by Queen Hippolyta. It’s been their home for thousand of years”

You blink. “And we’re just walking in?”

Eros smirks. “With style”

Yeah. You are definitely going to die.

Eros pushes open the door with ease, its strange symbols glowing faintly as it creaks. A blinding light spills through the gap, washing over the room like a wave, and without waiting, Eros steps forward, disappearing into the light. You follow, hesitant, but Kazuha gives you a reassuring nod.

As you cross the threshold, the air shifts. Gone is the artificial luxury of Eros’s penthouse - now the sun beats down on your skin, the scent of salt and wildflowers filling your lungs. Before you stretch an island of gleaming white marble, lush green hills, and endless blue ocean. Towering statues of warrior women line the cobbled streets, and in the distance, a grand palace rises above the city, its golden banners catching the wind. The sound of clashing swords and fierce battle cries echoes all around.

You barely have time to take it all in before movement catches your eye.

A group of warrior women, all dressed in tank tops, jeans and sturdy boots strides toward you. They all hold edgy expressions, like they are expecting something bad to happen.

The woman leading them, taller than the rest, seems awfully familiar to you. But it doesn’t take long for you to realize why.

It’s Haneul.

From Kiss of Life.

With the same sharp jawline, the same piercing gaze, the same presence that demands attention.

At this point, seeing divine beings take on the forms of idols should be normal. It’s happened too many times already. And yet, you are mesmerized. 

Haneul sweeps her eyes over your group, then settles her gaze on Eros. “We’ve been expecting you,” she says, voice steady. “Ares has given you his blessings. But don’t think that means you can do whatever you want”

Eros grins, the picture of innocence. “Me? Never”

Haneul nods towards the distant city. “It’s nearly time. Follow me”

You walk after her, along the stone path that leads into the heart of the city. The place is a strange blend of the ancient and the modern - marble columns rise between sleek, contemporary buildings, the glass reflecting the golden light of the setting sun. Women pass by, dressed in almost similar ways to Haneul. Some carry swords at their hips, others have pistols strapped to their thighs. 

Ahead, the city opens up into a vast coliseum, its stone arches weathered yet imposing. Even from here, you can hear the roar of the gathered crowd, a mix of anticipation and bloodlust thick in the air.

“This way.” Haneul leads you up a flight of stone steps, weaving through the gathered Amazons until you reach a reserved section at the very top of the coliseum’s seating. From here, you have a perfect view of the massive arena below.

The arena itself is a circular pit of sand and stone, gleaming gold under the sunlight. The towering walls are adorned with ancient carvings of the amazons in different battle poses. 

Women fill the stands, some standing with their arms crossed, others leaning forward in anticipation. The energy is electric, the air thick with the scent of sweat and dust. 

You and Kazuha take the seats on either side of Eros. Haneul studies you three like a new species of pest . “Wait for me after the tournament,” she says before leaving to join her fellow Amazons.

“Whatever,” Eros grumbles. “It’s about to begin.”

Suddenly, a voice booms across the arena, amplified by unseen means. All the Amazons fall silent at its emergence.

“Sisters, the time has come! The final battle of this year’s tournament is upon us!”

A deafening cheer erupts from the crowd, fists pounding and boots stomping against stone.

The voice continues, “And today, we welcome a guest of honor in place of our great god Ares. The one who embodies passion and war in his own way - Eros, the god of love!”

Not much applause follows the announcement. Nevertheless, that stupid grin is back on Eros’s face, looking every bit as smug as you’d expect. You can already tell he’s enjoying this far too much.

“Now, let’s welcome our champions!” the voice calls, and the crowd explodes into cheers once more.

“First, the challenger - Natty, the Bronze Tempest!”

You watch a figure step into the arena, and your breath hitches.

Natty.

Another idol. Another member of Kiss of Life. Seems like the Amazons are big fans.

She strides forward with confidence, her body bare save for the simple loincloth tied around her waist. Her skin gleams under the sun, polished like bronze, and you realize why she’s called ‘The Bronze Tempest’. 

Your eyes are automatically drawn to her tits - round, full and shining with sweat. Not to mention her half-exposed ass under that little bit of clothing she’s in. You are getting too distracted. 

The Amazons pound their fists against their chests, chanting her name. If they keep this up, you are turning deaf very soon. 

Eros leans in and whispers. “See? I told you you are gonna love this one”

You don’t answer. You’re still trying to wrap your head around the sight before you. And desperately trying not to get hard and failing.

“And now, the reigning champion, our queen - Julie, the invisible!”

The crowd roars even louder this time. You shift in your seat, already knowing what to expect but still taken aback when you see her.

Julie.

Yet another idol. Yet another face that belongs on a stage, not in an ancient battleground. But here she is, striding into the arena with the same effortless confidence as Natty.

Like her challenger, she wears nothing but a simple loincloth - tits out and ass flashed. Muscles coil and flex with each step, her body honed to perfection. Her hair flows behind her like a lion’s mane, framing sharp, battle-hardened features.

The Amazons chant her name, voices reverberating like thunder. She lifts a single hand in acknowledgement before her gaze locked onto Natty with a predator’s focus.

You glance at Eros, who looks far too entertained by all of this. 

“So, do they always fight half-naked, or is this just a special occasion?” you mutter.

Eros smirks. “Would you rather they wore full plate armor?”

You roll your eyes but say nothing, attention back to the arena where the two contestants now stand. The match is about to begin.

“Let the final battle commence!”

The announcer commences and for the millionth time, the crowd cheers. You start considering shutting your ears. 

But Natty and Julie have started circling each other, muscles taut like coiled springs, eyes locked and unblinking. Neither rushes in blindly. Every step is calculated. The air between them hums with tension. 

Then, like a flash of lightning, Natty strikes first.

She closes the distance in an instant, her fist cutting through the air with brutal precision. A blow meant to end things quickly.

But Julie is faster.

The Amazon queen tilts her body just enough for the attack to skim past her, letting momentum carry Natty forward. 

The crowd roars at the display, but neither woman acknowledges it. Their focus is solely on each other.

You exhale. “Alright, that’s pretty cool”

Eros eyes glint with amusement. “Oh, we’re just getting started”

Natty doesn’t let up. She strikes again - then again - then again. Each blow is faster than the last, her movements a blur of raw power and precision. She’s relentless, a storm given form, her fists cutting through the air like bolts of lightning.

But Julie remains true to her title - invisible. 

She shifts effortlessly, her body weaving through the attacks like water flowing around jagged rocks. A slight pivot, a step back, a turn - each motion calm and calculated. Her eyes remain unwavered on Natty, reading her moves before she has executed them.

The crowd watches in stunned silence, captivated by the contrast. Natty, all fury and speed and Julie, an immovable force, unbothered, untouchable.

You lean forward, growing impatient. “Is she gonna dodge forever?”

Eros chuckles beside you. “Patience, my dear. The queen knows what she’s doing”

Natty lunges forward, her fist aiming straight for Julie’s ribs. It looks just like her last attacks - predictable, easy to dodge. And Julie moves accordingly, twisting her body to the side to evade.

But it’s a trick.

At the last second, Natty shifts her weight  pivoting on her foot, and drives her other fist straight into Julie’s stomach. The impact is solid, the sound of knuckles against flesh echoing through the arena.

Julie exhales sharply, her body jolting from the force. It’s the first real hit of the match. The crowd erupts, Amazons roaring in excitement at the shift in momentum.

Eros smirks. “Oh? She got her”

You glance at him. “You sound impressed”

“Of course. It’s not everyday someone lands a hit on the queen”

In the arena, Julie doesn’t stumble. She doesn’t fall. Instead, she straightens, rolling her shoulders. Then, finally, she smirks.

Natty tenses, realizing too late - Julie let her land that hit.

Before Natty can even process what has just happened, Julie moves.

It’s like a switch has flipped. One second, she’s composed and steady. The next, she’s a blur. Her fists fly, striking from every angle - left, right, center - so fast that Natty barely has time to register them, let alone dodge.

A punch crashes into her ribs. Another glances off her shoulder. Then a sharp one lands square against her jaw, snapping her head to the side. The crowd erupts again, but this time, the cheer feels heavier, almost reverent.

Natty stumbles, her feet skidding slightly against the ground as she scrambles to recover. But Julie isn’t done. She presses forward, her movements relentless, every strike perfectly placed, precise. There’s no wasted motion, no hesitation. It’s overwhelming.

Eros lets out a low whistle. “And that’s why she’s the queen.”

Natty grits her teeth, forcing herself to steady her stance. She knows the gap between them is widening, yet she refuses to back down. She lunges forward, trading blows with Julie, but each strike is growing slower and weaker. 

‘That was Julie’s plan’ you think. ‘Try to exhaust the opponent first before striking.’

And it works perfectly.

In a split second, Julie sidesteps Natty’s next desperate strike and sweeps her leg out from under her. Before Natty can react, Julie is already there, catching her throat in the tight grip of her arm.

The crowd roars as Natty struggles, her body twisting in a last attempt to break free. But Julie’s hold is ironclad, not allowing a single breath enter Natty’s lungs. 

Natty claws at Julie’s arm but that just makes Julie tighten her grip farther. Natty starts growing limp. The match is all but decided.

For a moment, it seems like Natty would fight to the bitter end - but then, with a sharp inhale, she slaps Julie’s arm twice in surrender. 

The arena falls silent for a heartbeat before the voice booms across the space. 

“The challenger has yielded! The queen reigns supreme!”

A deafening cheer erupts from the gathered Amazons, their voices blending into a victorious roar. Julie releases Natty, letting her drop to her knees before stepping back with an air of effortless dominance. She raises her arms, basking in the glory of yet another victory.

Suddenly, the crowd cheers start to rise into chants. You have no idea what it means but it sounds something like - “Diaper!?”

Kazuha, noticing your confusion, turns toward you with her usual stone cold expression. “It’s diapernó,” she explains. “Greek for ‘penetrate’”

“And it’s the best part of this whole tournament,” Eros chimes in, eyes fixated on the arena with mad glee.

Before you can ask what he means, another Amazon steps into the arena, carrying a ceremonial plaque. Your gaze locks onto what’s placed atop: a golden object, gleaming in the harsh light. At first, you can’t place it. But as she lifts it higher, you can’t deny the unmistakable shape.

A golden dildo.

The crowd erupts in loud chants, their excitement growing as the object is presented. The Amazon hands it to Julie with a bow, who grabs it with a smirk.

With a single movement, she gets rid of the loincloth, revealing her whole body in its full glory. You don’t even bother hiding your boner now. 

For a moment, she studies Natty, bruised and broken, cowering at her feet. Then she straps on the dildo. 

Once again, the crowd erupts.

“It’s not just an ordinary dildo,” Eros cries above the roars. “It’s enchanted to behave like a real male sex organ. The wearer feels like she has a real dick”

Will the surprise ever end?

In the arena, Julie pushed the stap-on dildo into Natty’s pussy, who’s on all fours now and bare. To your surprise, a loud moan echoes through the arena.

“Oh, they amplify the moans too,” Eros smirks. “Lucky mf Ares. Watching this every year”

Natty continues to moan loudly as Julie rails her, the sand shifting beneath them with each powerful thrust. “Oh god!” she moans, arching her back to take more of the dildo inside her. All her exhaustion and pain seems to be gone now, replaced by pure pleasure.

Julie grips Natty’s ass tightly, pounding into her with a strength that equally matches the one in combat. “Fucking slut,” shs snarls, spanking Natty’s ass hard. “Thinking you can beat me”

You have a hard time (no, not that ‘hard’ time) believing that these women  were at each other’s throat just a while ago. Now, all their vigour have been poured into this one on one fuck session.

It’s like they have never been opponents at all.

Natty cries out in ecstasy as Julie hits deeper into her with the dildo. “Yes, yes, fuck me harder!” she pleads, pushing her ass back to meet each thrust. 

Julie obliges, slamming into Natty with brutal force, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the coliseum. Natty’s ass jiggles with each brutal thrust of Julie’s, the sand clinging to their sweaty skin. Somehow, it’s really hot.

“Fuck yeah, take that cock,” Julie growls, spanking Natty’s ass hard. “I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Natty moans, quivering with pleasure. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Julie pounds away, her expression determined. She reaches around and rubs Natty’s clit hard, sending her over the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, Natty came hard, letting out a guttural scream that washes over the coliseum. Julie keeps fucking her through her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure, until she’s a quivering, filthy mess of cum and sweat. 

The Amazons explode with applause, some wearing dazed, blissful expressions on their faces. For a race who despises men, they do enjoy manly pleasures.

You think Julie’s done. Apparently she’s not.

As Natty comes down from her high, Julie pulls out of her pussy and slaps her ass hard. “Wake up, slut,” she commands, giving Natty’s ass another sharp spank. “We’re not done yet”

Natty groans, the sand grinding against her skin as she rolls over onto her back. She looks up at Julie with bleary eyes, her body still shaking from the intense orgasm. 

Julie grabs Natty’s ankles and pushes her legs up and apart, exposing her tight asshole. “Time for the next hole,” she growls, pressing the tip of her strap-on against Natty’s puckered hole.

Natty tenses, realization washing over her. “Wait, not there,” she pleads, trying to squirm away. “I’ve never-”

But Julie isn’t listening. With one brutal thrust, she shoves the dildo into Natty’s ass, splitting her open. “Fuck yeah, take it!” she cries, slamming into Natty’s ass hard.

Natty cries out in pain and pleasure, eyes rolling back as Julie pounds into her. Her tits bounce with each thrust, putting on quite a show. 

Julie grips Natty’s waist, fucking her ass with wild abandon. The sand flies around them as she slams into Natty’s body, grunting with each brutal thrust.

Meanwhile, Julie reaches down with her free hand, sliding two fingers into Natty’s wet folds.

“You like this slut, don’t you? Having both your holes filled and fucked,” Julie growls, pumping her digits in and out of Natty’s cunt while she pounds her ass.

Natty moans loudly, her body writhing from the intense double penetration. Julie’s fingers curl inside her, stroking her g-spot as the dildo stretches her ass.

“Oh god, oh fuck!” Natty cries out, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. It’s too much, I-”

But the queen of the Amazons show no mercy, fucking her harder. Juice spills each time she thrust her fingers, betraying Natty’s arousal.

“Fucking cum for me again, you little slut,” Julie commands, rubbing Natty’s clit hard with her thumb. “Cum on my fingers while I fuck your ass”

Once again, Natty cums. But this time, a fountain of juice squirts out of her hole, drenching Julie and earning another roar from the crowd.

“How many times is she gonna make her cum?” you ask, glancing at Eros who seems too absorbed in the show.

“What?” He turns, looking dazed and dreamy. “Oh! It’s gonna be ending soon. Look”

Down below, Julie yanks Natty up by her hair, forcing her to kneel in front of her.

“Time to put that slutty mouth to work,” Julie sneers, slapping the strap-on against Natty’s cheek. “Open up and show me what a good little cocksucker you are”

Natty whimpers, but obediently opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue to receive the dildo. Julie shoves it in roughly, pushing past Natty’s lips and lodging it deep in her throat.

“Take that cock, you slut!” Julie growls, gripping Natty’s hair and face-fucking her hard. 

Natty gags and sputters around the thick dildo, tears streaming down her face. But she doesn’t resist, letting Julie use her mouth like a fucktoy.

Julie buries herself in Natty’s throat, pressing her nose against her crotch as the girl struggles to breath. “You love choking on this cock, don’t you, slut?” Julie taunts. “God, you are such a slut”

Julie pulls out of Natty’s mouth, the golden dildo drenched and shiny in the sun. And then, she begins stroking it, the tip aimed at Natty’s whorish face.

“Open wide, slut,” Julie orders. “Get ready to bath in your queen’s cum”

Natty obediently opens her mouth, tongue lolling as she obediently waits to be painted in Julie’s load. 

Of all the strangeness you have encountered today, this one might be the strangest yet. The dildo pulses in Julie’s hand and with a final squeeze, it erupts, sending thick ropes of cum splattering across Natty’s face and body. Natty closes her eyes, the warm liquid coating her skin.

Julie laughs as she seals her victory against Natty, who kneels covered in cum. “Fucking pathetic,” she sneers, giving Natty’s hair a final tug before letting her go. “Take her away”

At the queen’s command, a group of Amazons strides into the arena. They move like well-oiled machines, wearing stony expressions as they lift Natty, who’s still panting like a bitch, to her feet and guide her away. She lets herself be carried away. You doubt she has the energy to resist

Julie stands tall in the center of the arena, her strap-on dildo still hard and gleaming in the sun. She takes one last sweeping look at the crowd, then dips her head low in a slow, regal bow before turning on her heel and exiting through the opposite archway. 

At that moment, the unseen voice emerges once again. “That concludes this year’s tournament! Let us celebrate the strength of our sisters and the honor of our queen. 

For the final time, the crowd erupts in cheers and applause, the colosseum vibrating as their feet stomp the stone. You, on the other hand, are still frozen in place, staring at the now-empty arena in a dreamlike trance.

Because, honestly? You’ve seen some weird stuff since falling into Eros’s mess. But this? This was something else entirely.

“Well, that was fun,” Eros says, a satisfied grin on his face.

You aren’t sure what part he finds entertaining - the brutal beatdown, the dramatic chanting or the part where Julie turns Natty into a complete slut - but you aren’t about to ask.

Instead, you just exhale, still trying to process everything. The Amazons were nothing like you expected For one, they weren’t running around in bronze skirts and wielding spears. For another, they seem very committed to their traditions. Maybe a little too committed.

Kazuha, who doesn’t seem a tad bit mesmerized by the whole thing, turns to Eros. “So? What now?”

He dusts off his shirt like he has just finished a casual brunch instead of witnessing the strangest event. “Now,” he says cheerfully. “we go meet the queen.”

You blink. “Wait. Just like that?”

Eros claps you on the back. “What, you think I’d throw you into a lion’s den without at least saying hi first? Come on.”

“But I thought Haneul tells us to-”

But Ero is already leading the way out of the arena, weaving through the crowd of Amazons, who are still cheering and exchanging bets on the fight. As you walk further, you are given a deeper glimpse into the city’s architecture - sleek marble streets, white stone buildings and towering statues. The place is ancient yet modern at the same time, like Themyscira has an unlimited budget for historical preservation and urban development.

At the heart of it all stands the palace - a grand structure curved into the side of a cliff, overlooking the sea. It’s massive, its pillars stretching up so high they practically scrape the sky, banners of deep crimson and gold hanging from the balconies.

Just as you are mentally preparing yourself  for whatever nonsense Eros is about to pull, a sharp voice cuts through the air.

“You were supposed to wait for me!” 

You turn to see Haneul storming toward you, her followers right on her heels. Her earlier composed expression has been twisted into a frustrated, furious glare, her arms crossed over her chest like a disappointed teacher catching a student sneaking out of class.

Eros, of course, looks completely unbothered. He just tilts his head, offering his usual smirk. “Oh? Were we?”

Haneul’s eye twitch. “Yes. You were. We are responsible for escorting you, and instead, you took it upon yourself to march straight to the Queen’s palace without permission.”

Kazuha lets out the quietest sigh, like she has expected this from the very beginning. You, on the other hand, are impressed that Eros has managed to annoy people this quickly.

Eros gives a nonchalant shrug. “Well, you found us, didn’t you? No harm done.”

“No harm-” Haneul inhales deeply, probably resisting the urge to strangle him. Instead, she turns on her heels. “Follow me. Properly this time.”

With that, she leads the way up the steps into the palace, her warriors flanking your group like a very fashionable prison escort. The inside is just as impressive as the exterior - gleaming marble floors, gold and silver sconces lining the walls, giant braziers casting flickering light across the high ceiling. More statues of the Amazons stand in neat rows along the corridor, their carved gazes watching you with every step.

You walk in silence until you reach a set of massive doors adorned with intricate carvings of warriors in battle. Haneul pushes them open and steps aside.

“Wait here,” she says, her tone making it very clear that you don’t have a choice in the matter. 

Then, without another word, she and her warriors disappear beyond another hallway, leaving you alone in the throne room. 

You exhale. 

“Anyone else feeling like a prisoner right now?” you mutter.

Eros just grins. “Relax. We’re guests.”

Yeah. Sure.

With nothing else to do, you let your eyes wander around the throne room. It’s grand - because of course, it is - but in a way that’s more imposing than decorative. The walls are lined with banners depicting various Amazon victories, the fabric deep crimson with gold embroidery. Towering columns stretch up to a domed ceiling, where an enormous mural displays a battle scene so intense it looks like the figures might leap right off the plaster. 

But the real centerpiece is the throne itself.

It sits atop a white marble platform, carved from dark stone that shimmer faintly under the torchlight. The armrests are shaped like roaring lion heads, their jaws open as if ready to bite. The backrest is tall and slightly curved and embedded in the very center of it is a large, gleaming ruby - the kind of thing that screams touch me and die.

Yeah. No pressure at all.

Just then, Julie strides into the room, now dressed in a more formal attire - flowing crimson robe fastened at her shoulders with golden clasps. Her hair, still damp from the battle, is slicked back and somehow, she looks even more intimidating this way. Behind her, Haneul follows in that sharp suit of hers and somehow, against all odds - Natty is back on her feet, dressed in something similar. There’s no sign of the bruises and exhaustion she should have sustained after getting thrown around like a ragdoll and fucked senseless. Either Amazon healing is on another level, or she just wants to look unfazed.

Julie ascends the platform and lowers herself onto the throne, one leg draped casually over the other. She doesn’t say a word, just rests her chin on her knuckles and looks at Eros expectantly, like well?

Eros, of course, steps forward with his usual effortless grace. “Your majesty,” he purrs, pressing a hand to his chest in an exaggerated bow. “I must say, witnessing the tournament firsthand was a privilege beyond measure. A true display of strength and honor. The stories hardly do your Amazons justice.”

Julie raises an eyebrow. She does not look flattered. If anything, she looks about five seconds away from throwing something at him.

“You’re a replacement, Eros,” she says flatly. “Not Ares.”

The words hung in the air, blunt and dismissive. Haneul and Natty stand motionless on either sides of the throne, their gazes unreadable, but you’re pretty sure Natty’s trying not to smirk.

Eros remains unfazed. He tilts his head, a knowing smile curling at the corner of his lips. “A harsh way to put it,” he muses. “but accurate. And yet, here I am, standing in his place. Doesn’t thay make me just as important?”

Julie exhales sharply, leaning back against her throne. “Cut to the point.”

Eros chuckles. “Straight to business - I admire that.” He steps forward, gesturing dramatically. “I come bearing gifts.”

Julie doesn’t react. She just stares at him, waiting.

You start to feel the realization sinking in. Whatever Eros is about to say, you just know you are not gonna like it.

There’s a beat of silence before Eros gestures grandly in your direction and declares, “I present you a most precious gift - one that will ensure the prosperity of the Amazons for generations to come.”

You blink. Wait.

Eros smiles. “Behold my offering: an angel!”

You whip your head toward him so fast you nearly get whiplash. “I’m sorry - what?”

Julie raises an eyebrow, finally looking mildly intrigued. “An angel?

“Indeed.” Eros nods, clearly pleased with himself. “Not only is he a capable warrior, but with his divine lineage, any offspring would be stronger, faster - even immortal”

Julie examines you like she’s considering a new warhorse. “And he’s aware of the risks?”

Eros places a hand over his heart, all mock sincerity. “Oh, absolutely. He understands the sacrifice and has chosen to offer himself willingly for the noble cause of Amazonian strength.”

You stare at him. Stare at him so hard you hope your eyes burn a hole through his skull.

Julie tilts her head, unimpressed. “He doesn’t look very willing.”

“Ah,” Eros waves a hand, “he’s just overwhelmed by the honor. If I can just have a word with him…”

He grabs both you and Kazuha by the shoulders and pulls you into a corner of the throne room, just out of earshot.

You rub your temples. “Let me guess. You want me to act like I’m totally on board with being served up on a golden platter?”

Eros sighs like he’s dealing with a difficult child. “Michael, at least pretend you knew all about this. You are making me look bad.”

“You didn’t tell me you were going to offer me as an Amazon breeding stock!” You keep your voice low, but it takes everything in you not to start strangling him.

Kazuha crosses her arms, ever the voice of reason. “The Amazons need men to reproduce. But once the deed is done they kill them.”

You freeze. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah,” Kazuha nods. “That’s how they’ve survived for centuries. They keep their bloodline strong and their society untouched by outside influence.” 

You whirl back to Eros. “You’re handing me over to get murdered?”

Eros rolls his eyes. “Ugh, obviously not.” Then his lips curve into a knowing smirk. “That’s what the mark is for.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course. The mark.” You say, trying to sound as sarcastic as possible. Just one of the many situations Eros has put you into a situation that has zero chance of survival with the same excuse - ‘Hey! You have the mark! Use it to get yourself out! And don’t forget my order for a godly artifact!’

“Use the mark to overwhelm her. Make her your bitch. You know the drill by now,” Eros continues. “Then  ask for the belt. Like you did to Persephone.”

You stare at him, then at Kazuha, then back at him. “You’re insane.”

Eros grins, taking the insult like a compliment. “Why, thank you.”

You sigh, rubbing your face. “Okay, let’s say I actually managed to succeed and get the belt. How am I supposed to get out of here? Just walk out of the front door like, ‘Oh hey, thanks for the hospitality. Let me just grab your most prized possession and I’ll be on my way’?”

Eros’s grin doesn't falter. “That, my dear Michael, is where the Ero app comes in. When it’s time, I’ll send you a little extraction method through your phone. So keep it close.”

You stare at him, feeling the last of your sanity slips away. “I hate you so much.”

“I know”

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You sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the ornate walls of the room they left you in. The flickering torchlight casts long shadows across the carved stone, the faint scent of burning oil filling the air. 

Eros and Kazuha were gone. Back to the comfort of their little penthouse. How fair.

Your hands grip the sheets, clammy with sweat. You trust the mark of Asmodeus. It’s saved you before, pulled you out of countless near-death situations. But right now, sitting alone in this dimly lit chamber in the heart of an island full of warriors who could probably snap you in half like a toothpick, you feel something gnawing at you, clawing up at your throat like bile.

Panic. 

You swallow hard, running a hand through your hair. The plan - if you could even call it that - was insane. Risky. Just plain stupid. The norm. 

Your phone sits on the bedside table, Ero’s stupidly named ‘Ero App’ presumably waiting for some kind of signal. You eye it like it might suddenly spring to life and tell you this was all just a joke. 

It doesn’t.

You take a deep breath, exhaling shakily. Okay. Just keep it together.

Before you can even attempt to calm yourself down, the door creaks open. You jerk upright, heart pounding as Haneul steps inside. She studies you for a moment, as if checking how high your panic meter is. 

“Come with me,” she says simply.

You blink. “Uh…what?”

She tilts her head, clearly unimpressed. “You heard me.”

You hesitate. Weren’t they supposed to —? Isn’t this where it’s supposed to happen? You don’t exactly want to go through with it, but you were kind of bracing yourself for…whatever nightmare Eros had just thrown you into.

Haneul sighs, as if she can read your mind. “It’s a special occasion,” she says.

Your stomach knots. That doesn’t sound good. “Special how?”

She doesn’t answer, just gestures for you to follow. You grab your phone off the bedside table, clutching it like a lifeline, and trail behind her out the door.

The walk is long, twisting through endless tone corridors. The deeper you go, the quieter everything feels. The only sound is the echo of your footsteps and the occasional flicker of torchlight along the walls. 

Finally, Haneul stops before a rounded stone archway. She pushes open the door with a single touch and leads you inside.

The room is circular, carved of volcanic rock, which gives the room an eerie atmosphere. The air is cooler here, almost reverent. Above, there’s a perfect circular hole in the ceiling, like an open eye to the sky. Moonlight streams through it in silvery beams, bathing the room in a dim glow. You shudder, reminded of the similar setup in Artemis’s verse.

A strange scent lingers in the air - herbs? Incense? It’s faint but oddly calming, like something meant to dull your senses. 

You swallow hard, glancing at Haneul. “So….are you gonna tell me what this special occasion is?”

“You talk too much for an angel,” Haneul says, crossing her arms. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Then she leaves.

‘Angel my ass’ you think. You seriously need to start considering giving Eros a taste of his own medicine. This is getting out of hand.

Your eyes wonder about the chamber, considering a million ways this special occasion could go. If this place is where they perform the Holy Amazon breeding ritual or whatever, it doesn’t look so comfy. With all the hard surfaces, it would be a pain to roll around. 

“Welcome,” The sudden greeting startles you. You blink, searching for the source. But it’s no easy task when half of the room is pitch black.

But you don't have to search for long. Because the speaker makes herself known. 

From a dark corner of the room emerges Julie, like she has been molded into one with the darkness and has decided to separate for a moment.

“Look how surprised he is,” says another voice and you whirl around just in time to find Natty emerging from another corner. 

This isn’t on the plan. Two Amazons? You are not prepared for this

But that’s not the worst part yet because another voice comes from right across the room.

“Thought he only has to deal with Julie. Poor boy.”

And the darkness breaks apart to reveal Haneul, smirking at your obliviousness. 

You didn’t sign up for this. Not one. Not two. But three Amazons? They should just skip to the part where they kill you. 

As the three women step fully into the moonlight, you are made aware of their outfit choice. Their bodies were bare, not a piece of clothing present. Every inch of their skin glistens under the silvery beams of light and you realize, they have oiled up. Your eyes roam over their naked forms, taking in every curve and cervice. Their tits are full and perky, nipples hard in the cool night air. Their hips are wide, asses firm and round. In normal circumstances, all those sparkling tits and asses would have gotten you an instant boner. But now, you are too busy thinking of a way to survive to care.

“Strip,” Julie commands, snapping you back to attention. “We want to see what we are working with.”

You hesitate only a moment before complying. It’s not like you have any other choice. You get out of your clothes, putting them in a neat pile. And most importantly, you shove your phone under. It’s the only way of escaping. Better keep it safe.

Their eyes drop to your crotch, widening in surprise. “Well well,” Natty remarks, licking her lips. “I didn’t know angels could be so big.”

Julie nods in agreement, her gaze still fixed on your hardening cock. “Mmm, a shame we have to kill him after. But better enjoy some real cock while I get the chance.”

Haneul grins mischievously. “Then what are we waiting for girls? Let’s put this boy to work.”

She gestures to the chamber’s floor. “Lie down, stud. On your back.”

You are not a big fan of back pain but you obediently lower yourself to the ground. The cool stone sends a shiver through you but it's surprisingly soft to touch. At least that’s a win.

The three women surround you, the moonlight caressing their oiled-up skin and making them look like goddesses descended from heaven.

Julie and Natty exchange a glance, a silent communication passing between them. Then, without warning Natty straddles your face, her massive ass engulfing your vision.

“Mhmm, smell that,” she purrs, grinding her cheeks against your nose and mouth. “That’s the scent of a real woman, bitch boy.”

You can’t breathe, can barely think as he soft flesh smothers you. All you can do is inhale the musky aroma of her most intimate parts, feel the slick oil coating your face.

Meanwhile, Julie and Haneul turn their attention to your cock. They kneel on either side of you, their heads dipping down towards your groin.

You feel a hot breath against your shaft, then a wet tongue lapping at the base. “Fuck, he’s huge,” Julie gasps, her voice muffled by your flesh. “It has been so long since I have tasted a proper cock. The last one was limp as hell. And he cries like a bitch when I put that sword through his chest.”

You don’t know if you should be proud or terrified. Maybe both. But it’s hard to think with Natty’s ass blocking your airways.

Julie takes you into her mouth, sucking hard as Haneul joins her. They take turns swallowing your cock, working in tandem, slurping and licking at your cock like it’s the tastiest treat they’ve ever had.

Your hips buck involuntarily, pleasure coursing through your veins. But there’s no escape - Natty just grinds harder against your face, locking you in place.

Left with no choice, you start licking, running your tongue along the slick folds of Natty’s pussy. She tastes musky, a bit salty from the oil, but underlying that is a sweetness that makes your head spin.

“That’s it, bitch boy,” Natty groans, crushing your face with the whole weight of her ass. “Eat that cunt like you mean it. Get me nice and wet.”

You do as she commands, delving deeper with your tongue, probing her uncharted depths. She’s hot and tight, her walls clenching around you as you lap at her juices.

Meanwhile, Julie and Haneul are working overtime on your cock. They suck you off in harmony, their lips stretched around your girth. They spit on your shaft, jacking you off with hands sticky from saliva and oil.

“He doesn’t even fit in both of my hands. This is what I call huge,” Julie says as she works your cock with both fists wrapped around your length. Haneul makes sure to spit and drool to make the movement slicker. 

“I know, right? He would feel so good stretching me out,” Haneul agrees as she takes control of your cock back from Julie, pumping you with both hands just like her queen. But her hands are smaller, which gives Julie the chance to suck the tip while she works the base.

The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear. Your balls tighten, your cock throbbing with need. You’re so close to the edge, teetering on the brink of release.

But just as you’re about to explode, Julie and Haneul pull away. They grin down at you, your cock bobbing obscenely between their chins, dripping with their saliva.

“Not yet, stud,” Julie purrs. “That was just a warm up.”

With a wicked grin, Haneul swings a leg over your hips and lower herself onto your throbbing cock. She’s so wet, so ready, that you slide in easily, her tight pussy gripping you like a vice.

“Oh fuck yes,” she moans, her head falling back in ecstasy. “This cock feels so fucking good. So fucking huge.”

She starts to move, bouncing on your shaft with wild abandon. Her tiny perky tits jiggle the slightest with every movement, drawing your gaze like a magnet. You would have reached out to palm them, tweak those nipples between your fingers, if Natty’s ass has kept you imprisoned.

Natty’s getting even wilder, her movement frantic and her clit rubbing against your nose with every thrust. “Don’t forget about me bitch boy,” she snarls. “Get me off with that tongue.” 

You comply eagerly, lashing at her clit, sucking on it greedily. She rides you harder, her juices flooding your mouth, coating your chin with her essence.

Julie watches from the sidelines, fingering herself to the sight of you being used so thoroughly. “Mhmm, look at you,” she purrs, her voice dripping with lust. “Such a good little toy, pleasing two pussies at once.”

Her words spur you on, making you thrust harder, deeper into Haneul’s tight heat. She meets your thrust with each bounce, trying to take you in even deeper.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Haneul screams as you start pistoning into her, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the chamber. “Don’t stop! Oh my god!”

There’s no way you would. Her walls squeeze you like they never want to let you go, making sure your cock stays buried deep until you have filled her nice and full.

But that doesn’t mean your service on Natty’s slit is in any way affected. If not, you devour her pussy even harder, specifically targeting her clit.

“Just like that, bitch boy. Don’t you fucking dare stop!” Natty moans, voice frantic. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum”

Haneul pussy clenches around your cock, her walls fluttering as she cums hard on your shaft. “Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!” she screams, her nails digging into your chest.

Her juices gush around you, drenching your balls, your thighs. She milks your cock with her muscles, writhing on top of you as the waves of pleasure crash over her.

Natty follows soon after, her pussy gushing like a fountain as she grinds against your face. “Yes, yes, make me cum, you little bitch!” she shouts, her thighs trembling around your head. 

You lave her through her orgasm, swallowing every drop of her sweet nectar. The combined scent and taste of their pussies  is almost too much to bear.

And then, with a final thrust, you erupt inside Haneul. Your cock jerks, pulsing as it pumps thick ropes of cum dep into her waiting womb. She moans at the sensation, grinding down on you to take every last drop.

Julie watches the whole scene with hooded eyes, her fingers buried deep in her own pussy. “Mhmm, what a good little boytoy,” she praises, pulling her digits out of her folds. “No way you didn’t knock her up.”

You pull out of Haneul’s well-fucked pussy with a wet plop, your cock slick with her juices and your own cum. Despite the huge load you have stored in Haneul, it’s still rock hard and ready for more.

That’s when you realized. The mark has not made itself known yet. Yet, you can feel its effect present. It’s not as strong as when it’s in full glory but nevertheless, it’s there. Either the mark considers Amazon not worthy of its presence or it's waiting for the right moment to strike. But that would mean the mark is alive. 

You shrug off the thought. There’s more important things at hand.

Julie wastes no time, wrapping her lips around your shaft and sucking hard. She moans around your flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You watch as she slurps the mixture of your cum and Haneul’s pussy juices, savouring the taste.

Haneul rolls onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy is a mess, dripping with your seed. “Look at that,” she purrs, running a finger along her slit. “You filled me up so well. I’m going to be leaking for hours.”

But there’s no time to admire your handiwork. Natty is already positioning herself on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to you. “Don’t think you are done yet, bitch boy,” she growls, looking at you over her shoulder. “That fat cock is going deep in my ass.”

You have no idea how fucking her ass would help her continue the glorious Amazon lineage or whatever. But with an ass like hers, there’s only one place your cock’s going in. So you decide not to complain.

You kneel behind her, gripping her ass tightly. Your cock nudges against her puckered hole, seeking entrance. She’s tight, so tight, but you push forward, breaching her with a grunt of effort.

Julie presses against your back, her naked body slick with sweat and oil. She wraps her arms around you, her fingers finding your nipples and pinching them hard. “Fuck her good,” she whispers, breath hot against your ear. “Make her scream.”

You do as she commands, starting to buck your hips and easing your way slowly into her tight grip. It’s no easy task with how tight of an ass she has but it gets easier with each thrust.

You grip Natty’s hips tighter, your fingers sinking into her flesh as you slam into her ass over and over. Each thrust is harder than the last, your cock pummeling her tight hole mercilessly.

“Fucl, fuck, fuck!” she shrieks, her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. “You’re stretching me so wide, you fucking bastard!”

Julie continues her assault on your nipples, twisting and pinching the sensitive buds. The pain mixes deliciously with the pleasure of Natty’s ass gripping your cock like a vice.

You can feel her relaxing, her muscles giving way to your relentless pounding. Her hole opens up for you, letting you sink deeper with each thrust. “Take it, you dirty slut,” you growl, punctuating each word with a harsh snap of your hips. “Take my cock in your ass.”

She cries out, her fingers desperately trying to find something to hold onto only to graze the hard floor. Her ass jiggles with each impact, the flesh rippling under your hands. You pulls back your hand and deliver a sharp slap to each of her cheeks, leaving red handprints on her tan skin. “Ow! You fucking prick!” she yelps, glaring back at you over her shoulder. But you can see the glint of pleasure in her eyes, the way her ass clenches around your cock. Despite all Amazon pride, she loves this degradation, this treatment like a cheap whore.

Julie chuckles darkly, her lips brushing against your ear as she continues to whisper filthy suggestions. “Keep spanking her, make her ass nice and red. Look how she’s squealing like a slut.” Her hand slides down your chest, gripping your balls and giving them a gentle squeeze. “Stretch that ass nice and loose.”

Natty whimpers, her hips bucking against you, desperate for more of your brutal thrusts. Her pussy is sopping wet, her juice running down her thighs. You slide your hand between her legs, rubbing her clit in rough circles. 

She cries out, her body trembling as you bring her closer to the edge Julie’s fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you lightheaded. “Go on,” she urges. “Finish her off.”

The pressure builds at the base of your spine, your balls drawing up tight. With a guttural groan, you bury yourself to the hilt in Natty’s ass, your cock throbbing as you unload spurt after spurt of hot cum  deep inside her. She screams, her body convulsing as the sensation triggers an explosive orgasm. Another waterfall of squirt erupts from her pussy, staining the dark floor even darker as her ass clenches down on your pulsing cock, milking you for every last drop. 

Julie laughs darkly, the sound echoing off the stone walls. “What a filthy fucking slut,” she mocks, head on your shoulder. “Her holes won’t be closing for a while.”

As you pull your rod out of Natty’s ass, you scan the chamber. Haneul lies unmoving. Her legs still sprawled out and leaking a steady drip of cum. Wait, is she snoring? And of course, before you is the slut who just gets her ass fucked loose - Natty, who lies with her ass up in the air, eyes rolled up and tongue lolled out in a picture perfect ahaego.

However, there’s still one left for you to take on. The queen herself - Julie, who has watched her subjects getting their brains fucked out with amusement.

“No time to lose,” Julie says as she positions herself on her back, spreading her legs wide in a clear invitation. “Come and fuck the last pussy you will see in your life.”

This is a pretty uncomfortable spot.

You can go two rounds in succession but three? You are not built for that.

If the mark is waiting for the right moment to emerge, this is the time. Both Natty and Haneul are far from conscious and Julie is the only one left to deal with.

Please emerge.

You stare at your pelvis. A second passes. Then two. Nothing.

You might be fucked.

“If you are thinking about backing out now, it’s too late,” Julie warns, impatient. “So make the most of the last moments of your life.”

You try. You really want to. But there’s nothing much you can do with a limp spent dick.

“I thought you would be better than this,” Julie sighs as she gets to her feet. “I guess this is the end. Goodbye, angel.”

Before you can react, she throws a punch at your stomach and you double over, clutching your abdomen in pain. Your thoughts turn hazy and your vision blurred as agony spreads through your body. You try to scream but the sound gets stuck in your throat, leaving you wheezing like a wounded animal.

The mark has failed you.

You are going to die like this. In the hands of the Amazon queen.

The Ero app might save you but there’s no way you would make it to your phone in time. 

It’s over.

“Huh. You are a tough one, I’ll give you that. Most would be dead by now,” Julie muses, circling you like a predator. “But it doesn’t matter. We’ll see how many hits you can take. Wanna make a bet?”

Her foot strikes you hard in the ribs with a sickening crunch and you roll over, gasping desperately for air as pain floods your veins. How many bones has she broken? It doesn’t matter. You are going to die anyway.

Your vision starts to turn murky, the darkness growing wider as you stare at the blue moon from the open ceiling. At least you would pass away with a view to die for. That’s something.

“Not so strong at all, are you? Eros baffles too much,” Julie says but her voice seems to grow quieter and quieter, like she’s moving away from you the more she speaks.

Then, as darkness has consumed almost every single frame of your sight, you start to see a glowing light. 

Is that it? Are you finally permitted to enter heaven? Are the angels coming to bring you over?

Are you even good enough to enter heaven?

The light grows brighter, clearing the darkness until you can see clearly again.

Then you realize the light is not coming from anywhere.

It’s coming from you.

You sit up groggily and stare down at your pelvis, at the golden, glowing upside down pentagon of the mark of Asmodeus.

It’s back.

Once again, you have ascended godhood.

You feel your veins flood with power, your fractured bones healing. All the exhaustion has been washed away, replaced by pure, insatiable lust. And most importantly, your cock is back to its full length, every vein humming with energy like it can’t wait to fill a hole.

And fill a hole, you will.

“What the fuck?” Julie exclaims in terror as you rise to your feet, cracking your neck. “It can’t be….that filthy mark. No way it’s-”

You grin sadistically at the Amazon queen, who’s staring at the mark like it’s the most horrible thing she has seen in her whole life. Her face is pale, drained of color, without any of the initial cockiness.

“Oh, it’s very much real,” you answer her as you take slow approaching steps towards her. “And I will show you how ‘filthy’ it can be.”

Julie opens her mouth like she wants to protest but no sound escapes her vocal chords. Her eyes stay fixated on the brilliantly glowing mark.

“Stay away from me you fucking bastard!” she cries, raising her fists like they would be any effective. “Take one more step and I will kill you for real, this time!”

After countless encounters, it still comes to you as a surprise how those immortal beings - no matter how powerful they are - become scared out of their wits whenever they see the mark. It’s like a mutual phobia.

You chuckle, rejoicing in Julie’s fear as you continue to move towards her. Nothing can stop you now.

“Come on. Don’t be like that. You know there’s only one way out of this.”

“Die! You filthy animal!” Julie moves like lightning, bringing down a fist to your jaw. But there isn’t a need for you to dodge. Because the mark does more than required. In a combustion of energy, Julie is thrown back sprawling to the hard floor. 

She grits her teeth, staring at you with eyes blazing with pure fury and hatred. You can see her face contorted with pain from the impact but it would be unlike a queen to back down so easily.

“If you think you are going to get away with this, you will be very wrong. Ares will come for your head!” she yells, along with a string of ancient curses you don’t understand.

“Well, he’s not here now, is he?” you chuckles. “So much for threatening me with your big daddy.”

“You fucker!” Julie pounces again with fists raised, bringing down their full might in another attempt to unalive you. But as usual, the mark conveniently throws her off.

You sigh, staring as she lays panting on the floor. “Come on dear, stop resisting.” Wait, did you just call her ‘dear’? God, Eros is such a horrible influence.

“You little-” She tries to throw one last fist to your stomach but her legs give out, and she falls on her back with a thud.

You shake your head in mock disapproval. “What a pity. The Amazon queen losing to a dick? That would make a pretty good joke, don’t you think?”

Julie still shows no sign of relenting, teeth bared in unspoken fury. But her body is too worn out to protest.

You stare down at her pathetic, helpless form before you plant your kneels on the cold floor. “What was it that you said? ‘Come and fuck the last pussy you will see in your life’ ? Well, you are correct for the most part.”

Julie tries to close her legs, trying to expel your cock, as if she wasn’t begging for it just a moment ago. But with a tight grip on her thighs, you spread them open with ease to reveal her glistening wet folds.

“Seems like your pussy doesn’t quite agree with you,” you muses. “What a lying bitch.”

You grip her neck, pinning her to the floor as you position yourself at her entrance. With a sharp thrust, you bury yourself inside her, stretching the tight channel around your thick shaft. The mark shines even brighter, bathing her body in gold and silver.

“Fuck, you are even tighter than those bitches,” you grunt, immediately setting a fast hard pace. You squeeze her throat, cutting off her air supply as you pound into her. There would be no mercy. None. This slut of a queen has it coming.

Julie tries to say something but her muffled sound is lost beneath the slap of flesh on flesh and the wet squelch of her pussy being ravaged. Her face twists in a mixture of pleasure and pain. 

“Still snappy, are we?” You ask as you give her a particularly hard thrust, making her jolt in a strangled cry. This bitchy queen is still trying to protest but it’s evident her resolve is slowly wavering. 

With each brutal thrust, some of her fury gets replaced by mind-numbing pleasure, the kind nothing but the mark can provide. You can see the hunger for your cock growing in her eyes, once alight with fury.

It doesn’t take long for her to succumb, though it’s still longer compared to her godly predecessors. But there’s no women that the mark can’t turn into a complete cock crazed slut.

Soon, her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her body arches up to meet your thrusts, her hips bucking shamelessly against you. You can feel her pussy clenching around your cock, her juices flowing freely as she loses herself to the sensation.

“That’s right, you filthy whore,” you growl, pounding her deeper, harder. “Take my cock like you were made for it.” Her pussy is a hot, slick heaven around you, gripping you like a velvet vice. “You act all great and mighty but deep down, you are just one big slut, aren’t you?”

She lets out a strangled cry, her body shaking as a powerful orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy flatters around you, the walls fluttering and squeezing your shaft. The sensation is exquisite, pushing you closer to the edge. But you’re not ready to cum yet. You have more plans for this desperate little slut.

You flip Julie over, roughly manhandling her onto her hands and knees. Without missing a beat, you sink back into her dripping cunt, gripping her hips tight. The new angle lets you plunge even deeper, your cock kissing the very entrance of her womb. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” she wails, her slutty cries echoing off the chamber walls. Her cunt clenches around you, still sensitive from her recent orgasm. “Please, don’t stop! Fuck me harder, ruin my fucking pussy!”

There. The queen of the Amazons has become yet another one of your cocksleeves. One more addition to your collection of mythological sluts.

You continue to pound into her with animalistic fervor. The wet slaps of your pelvis against her ass fills the room, punctuated by her deep cry and whimpers. You can ravage her like this for hours, even days, with the mark active. As much as you would like to, that’s not what you come here for. 

You grab a fistful of Julie’s hair, yanking her head back to force her to meet your gaze. Her eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with lust. Her tongue darts out, licking her lips as she pants heavily. You can see the desperation in her expression, the need for you to keep fucking her, keep using her like the cock-hungry slut she is.

“Give me the belt,” you command, voice low and threatening. Your cock continues to piston in and out of her sopping cunt, but you slow your thrusts, keeping her on the edge but denying her the release she craves. “If you want me to keep filling this pussy, you better hand it over.”

“Please,” she whines, her hips bucking back against you, trying to take your cock deeper. “Don’t stop fucking me. I’ll do anything, just please keep going.” Tears of frustration gather in the corner of her eyes. 

You chuckle darkly, tightening your grip on her hair. “Then give me the fucking belt of Hippolyta, slut.”

(It takes a while for you to memorize that name by the way)

Julie raises a hand, pam open and in a swirling mist of gold, something slender manifests out of thin air.

The belt.

It isn’t a belt in the modern sense - not some leather strap with a gaudy buckle. It’s a wide, intricately woven girdle, shimmering under the moonlight with golden threads that seems to shift and ripple like liquid metal. Ancient Greek inscriptions coil around it, each glowing faintly in steady pulses of energy. It wouldn’t take a genius to guess it’s extremely powerful.

You quickly snatch the belt from Julie’s grasp. She whimpers at the loss, her cunt clenching needily around your still-hard cock. You hold the belt up, admiring its craftsmanship before setting it on the floor, out of Julie’s reach.

“Good girl,” you praise, running your palms along her back, slick with sweat and oil. “You’ve been such an obedient little slut for me. Now I’m going to give you what you want.”

With a growl, you turn the pace of your thrusts back up. The chamber echoes with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, Julie’s wanton moans and your own grunt of exertion. You can feel your orgasm building, your balls drawing up tight as you chase your release.

“Cum for me,” you command, pistoning into her furiously. “Cum on my cock like the desperate fucktoy you are.”

Julie’s body trembles and convulses as her orgasm crashes over he like a tidal wave. Her pussy clenches around your cock, the walls fluttering and spasming as she cums hard on your shaft. The sensation is too much, pushing you over the edge.

With a roar of ecstasy, you bury yourself deep inside her, your cock pulsing as you empty your load into her willing cunt. Thick, hot ropes of cum shoot from your cock, flooding her pussy and filling her to the brim. Your seeds overflow, dripping down her thighs as you pump her full.

“Fuck,” you groan, grinding against her ass as you milk every last drop into her hungry cunt. You pull your cock out of her cunt and a gush of your combined fluids leak out, trickling down her thighs. She collapses face-first onto the stone floor, too spent to move, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her intense orgasms. 

You stand up, taking a moment to admire your handiwork. All three Amazons, who had threatened to take your life, have been reduced to pleasure-drunk wrecks at your feet. The chamber is filled with the heavy scent of sex, a potent mix of sweat, cum and feminine arousal. The smell riles you up, filling your head with new ideas. 

The mark finally dims and vanishes as it finally fulfills its purpose. Thanks to Karina, the gut-wrenching nauseous and fatigue aren’t there but you want nothing more than to get out of here as quickly as possible. You really hope Eros holds onto his promise for an escape route.

You grab the belt tight and scramble towards the pile of discarded clothes, your hands fumbling desperately under the fabric until your fingers find the cool surface of your phone. You yank it out and tap the screen, heart hammering in your chest.

A notification pops up.

“Houdini Act: One-Way Ticket to Freedom, Courtesy of Yours Truly ♥️”

Leave it to Eros to name an escape route like it’s a magic trick.

But before you can even press it -

BOOM.

A violent force erupts through the chamber,  sending you flying backwards. You crashes onto the stone floor, the force through your bones. The air crackles with something dark and furious, and when you look up, you see a swirling mass of shadows coalescing in the center of the room. 

Then, from the depths of the void, a figure emerges. 

Glowing red eyes lock onto you, filled with raw, seething rage.

“You!” it growls.

As your eyes come back into focus, you take in the figure before you - a towering warrior clad in ancient Spartan armor, the kind that looks like it belongs in a museum exhibit titled “How To Die In The Most Brutal Ways Possible”. But where there should be a face beneath the helmet, there’s only darkness, a swirling abyss with nothing but two burning eyes set upon you.

Your stomach twists. You know who this is.

“Ares,” you mutter.

The war god doesn’t answer. Instead, he lifts a hand, and from the void, a spear manifests - long, jagged and pulsing with dark energy.

You don’t even have time to think before the spear comes hurtling towards you. You throw yourself to the side, rolling over the stone as the weapon smashes into the ground where you have just been, sending cracks spiderwebbing through the floor.

Clutching the belt tightly in one hand, your fingers desperately fumble with the phone.

“Come on, come on-”

Ares yanks the spear from the ground and lunges again. You barely manage to scramble out of the way, heart pounding as you desperately try to tap the notification.You duck, roll and scramble across the stone, fingers slipping on your phone screen. 

“Just tap it, tap it-”

Easier said than done when you are butt naked, gripping a belt in one hand (you are starting to notice how heavy this thing is) and a phone in another, and the god of war us trying to turn you into a kebab.You really wish you still have the mark.

The next attack comes too fast. You twist, but the spear’s tip scales your side, tearing through flesh. Pain erupts as warm blood gushes down your skin. Your vision blurs, but through sheer adrenaline, your thumb finally slums against the notification.

Instantly, a column of light bursts down from above, engulfing you in a golden glow. Relief floods through your veins - you’re getting out -

But then Ares moves.

The war god’s spear slashes through the light.

A deafening crack splits the air. The world shatters in an explosion of blinding energy, and you are hurled backwards, your body weightless, your mind slipping. The last thing you register is the roar of chaos and the taste of blood before everything turns to black.

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Everything aches. 

You feel like you have been trampled by a band of horses and then set on fire for good measure.

You can feel something soft beneath you - silk, maybe. It cushions your aching body but the relief is fleeting, drowned out by the cold breezes drifting through the space and brushing against your skin. Somewhere distant, you can hear the rhythmic chirping of birds. The scent of salt lingers in the air.

Are you back in Eros’s place?

You force your eyes open, blinking against the blur clouding your vision. Everything is hazy, shifting, the world refusing to come into focus.

Then a shadow moves above you - a figure, tall and poised. A woman.

“You’re finally awake,” she says, her voice carrying a lazy amusement, as if she’s been waiting for this moment. Then, after a beat, she tilts her head and smirks.

“You’re lucky I haven’t turned you into an animal.”

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This is the first time I write multiple idols at once. Hope you like it.

Have a Chaewon to suffice for the lack of Chaewon pic in the cover.

[bettystonewell]

TO YOU I BELONG: CHAPTER 2

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Summary: Dean isn't looking for a mate, and the last place he expects to meet his soulmate is while on a case. Fate ain't real. He still has free will, and saving you is just another part of the job. Except, monsters aren't the only things you need saving from... 18+ only MDNI

Chapter Word Count: 4.1k words

Chapter Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, language, referenced physical abuse, referenced sexual assault, injuries to reader

A/N: I wanted to have this out a few hours earlier, but my brain couldn’t help playing around with things… Enjoy ❤️

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The way the heat radiated off of you was just as Dean remembered, reminding him of what little memories he had of his mom of all things.

Your softness. The curve of your hips. Your body moulding perfectly into his had his blood thrumming in his ears and down below. Okay, that was nothing like his mother, he hoped, but he was enamoured. Had they been dealing with witches or wood nymphs, he’d say spellbound, struck by a potion or curse and growing soft.

It was hard not to be when his inner alpha acted so possessive over you.

‘Mine,’ it rumbled. Snarling and gnawing away at his resolve piece by piece, even though hours earlier, the responsibility and temptation of a mate was something he didn’t want.

‘She deserves better,’ he tried to reason with himself. Though anyone and anywhere different was an improvement on living here with your alpha in this middle of nowhere cesspool, and ‘We’d never hurt her,’ countered him back.

No, he would not. Nor would Dean ever try to scent or mark you while you were injured. He was determined by that. Knowing if he was gonna claim you, he’d have to wait and do things right. If you agreed and became his, anyone who tried to whisk you away as he had just done wouldn’t live to tell the tale, and…

What the hell was he thinking? Claiming you? Making you his?

How ‘bout where the fuck was your supposed alpha? The one whose stench soured your own. The one he hadn’t bothered looking for, and rather just picked up and took off with you.

Yeah…

Dean would never let you out of his sight. He’d never do this to you in the first place, either though, and his fingers flexed where they held you.

He was quick to release them.

‘Round your side and under your knee, the action caused your thighs to squeeze together and your breath to hiss on its inhale.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said.

He didn’t dare use omega again. Not now. Not to your face. His alpha could call you that term all it wanted, but with your matted hair now feathering the stubble on his chin when you shook yours, his gut churned.

“No. You’re helping me,” you said. “I should be thanking you.”

You may as well have struck him with a blade. Reached right through skin and flesh and into his stomach cavity and assisted the churning; further twisted his insides with your bare hands to yank them out, even. Hell, he’d do it himself. Save some time. Same effect.

“Yeah, well, I let you go back to your alpha before I knew how he’d treat you,” he said. And he should’ve known better, but so should you.

“I told you I—”

“Don’t.” He clicked his tongue. “You know I’ve thrown a lot of punches? Been on the receiving end of them too, and there’s no way those injuries were from a doorknob. So you wanna try me again?”

“I said I fell,” you whispered, and Dean stopped in his tracks, crackling the gravel beneath his boots. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Well, no, he could. You’d used that lie already in the park.

He bent his torso to leer a cocked brow, regretting that decision the second his spine moved. What little light there was above revealed more than he’d bargained for.

Yes, your thighs tightened above his arms. But so did every joint, muscle and nerve ending in his own body along with them.

Your right eye and the opposite cheekbone had distinct patches of mismatched colour, spreading. He’d say you were wearing lipstick. Only the last time he checked, makeup didn’t come with a clear, watery film around it. No. Dean knew an uppercut when he saw one. He knew the strength of an aroused alpha, too.

The shirt you wore had ripped more, and though his initials were still sitting right there, they were harder to distinguish because abrasions and puncture marks now covered them.

He felt sick. That churning in his gut would spill over you if he weren’t careful.

How?

Why?

You were his mate. Even without his scent, the swelling that billowed from your neck gave that away.

You weren’t in heat; from the scent, he wasn’t in rut, and that information just made Dean’s blood boil more than it already was. “Did he force his knot on you?”

“Ritchie…is my mate.” And your pause was telling.

“I don’t care who he is. That’s not what I’m asking you. What did he do to you?”

As if a switch had flicked, or in this case, floodgates opened. The stench of your alpha’s sack wafted up into his nose, along with more fear from you.

Your eyes filled with tears. Your limbs scrambled to pull away from him. The added stench of pine and a cheap aftershave that wasn’t his swept through the remnants of cum and sweat. But as much as that recoiled him, Dean still leaned back, taking a firm grip to shift your weight in his arms. He wasn’t letting you go.

He took a deep breath over the shame hitching in his throat, and, “I’m sorry,” he said again. Only this time, it held more than one meaning. He just hoped he could make it all up to you.

When Dean reached the motel carpark, his feet kicked up faster across the ground. “Sammy!” he yelled, not caring who heard him - he’d punch the lights outta anyone who got in his way.

His steel cap boot was raised and ready to strike the chipped wood as he yelled a second time, only for Sam to beat him to it by opening the door. His mouth, just as wide.

“Dean?”

There was no lost puppy in sight. No soft and caring younger brother who could get even a drill sergeant to crumble with one look. His eyes scanned their way across your form, though, widening along with everything else before they narrowed, honing in on where Dean’s initials should’ve been. “What—”

“What do you think?” Dean curled his frame through the door, allowing your feet to enter the room before him and the fluorescent lights to highlight the marring on your skin.

“I’ll get some ice,” Sam said, and swept his way to the fridge.

“Grab the first aid kit, too,” Dean barked back as he carried you over to his bed.

He dipped your toes to the floor, keeping his arms near as you found your footing; lifting a fraction to see the full extent of his claim. The bruising was still forming. Your skin wouldn’t turn black and blue for another couple of days, but the swelling, plus the dried blood and weeping cuts, showed early signs of infection.

His stomach stopped mid flip only to drop like a stone, heavy and solid. It sloshed the bile up his pipes, crashing over that hitch in his throat, and it burned. His shoulders shrunk. His knees buckled below him.

How could… Damn. Nope. He could ask that ‘til the cows came home. Until his mouth was black and blue from lack of air, it changed nothing. You were still injured. Most likely in more pain on account of holding yourself up now.

“Sit down, sweetheart,” he said. Course, it wasn’t a command, but your hesitation made even his toes clench.

He needed to sit. Chuck. He needed to punch your alpha’s head in - both of them - and he dropped to his haunches, encouraging you down, too. Arms rested on his thighs, holding himself up even though every molecule and thought weighed him down.

He could hunch over this way. Push the acid and lack of self worth back into the pit of his gut and away from you. Close enough to touch when needed - and fuck, he wanted to - his knot still twitched at the thought. Skin crawling with an itch he shouldn’t scratch, just to add on to all the other effects the sight of you did to him.

But what to say? What to do? You still sniffled. Gaze well directed away from him and looking down. It was really fucking awkward, spinning miles ‘round Sammy’s looks in the car.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to see those eyes of yours up close if they were gonna rival the puffiness of your injuries, but he tried getting their attention, anyway. His amber greens flicking over his initials again and running with it. Anything to drown out everything else.

“You know the, ah, the W stands for Winchester.” His boyish chuckle tethered off when your lip curled. “And you’re—”

Dean knew your name from the missing persons sheet, but hearing you repeat it then and there was a much needed do-over. If it weren’t for your injuries staring you both in the face, you could almost class this moment as normal if he tried hard enough. You’d been with him on the hunt after all, and if he just ignored the last two hours, his shower, the park, this could simply be agood old stich-up. Nothing more.

“Right.” He repeated your name, surprised at the way it rolled off his tongue with a pleasurable rumble. It suited you. Hell, it suited him. “Will you let me clean you up?”

“Okay,” you whispered, head nodding. Mouth and body out of sync until he gave you a nod back and your smile spilled a smidgen further into your cheeks.

There you were. Sort of. The omega he’d seen at the nest before he’d touched you and brought all this on.

His fingers flexed. Insides unravelled into a warmth that made his heart thrum faster and his head feel light. “Then we’re gonna need a few things,” he said, and stood up, distracting his mind and knot as he scoured the room for something that resembled a washcloth and a basin. Made easy by the grime and grease before him.

The film on the fridge. The stench of cigarettes competing with Ritchie’s. You didn’t belong with him, but you didn’t belong here either. That became more apparent as he moved throughout the room, collecting what he could.

Coffee-pot, brewed twice with water for cleanliness, then usage. A clean shirt from his duffle, sniff-tested first, and a bottle of Jack he found in Sam’s. By the time Dean returned to sit before you, chair and supplies in tow, he’d returned with the ice, and a compress was made. Dean’s shirt doing wonders.

“Here. Hold this.” He brought the icy bundle up to your mate’s claim and placed it over the inflamed skin. There was that outta sight, outta mind again, except your fingers brushed over his on handover and he took pause through your latest hiss.

It was like a scene from a crappy romance movie. Some guy getting all worked up over the girl. 

The kind were they were almost always soulmates, of course, and always meeting in high school or college and in the most convenient of places - funny ‘bout that.

You in the park, all banged up and injured. Your mate, nowhere to be seen. Of all the cases Sam could’ve found. Of all the people, being the one they needed to rescue was as far-fetched as one of those movies, too. But then there was that warmth from your skin. His damn gut and the newfound tingling of his nerves. It was all too real. 

Was this it? Was this his crappy movie?

You were here, and he was here and…Sam was hovering over his shoulder. 

“Ah, Dean, sorry to interrupt, but can I talk to you real quick?” he said from behind.

He didn’t want to talk to Sam. Real quick never meant real quick for starters, and he had a feeling he knew what he was going to say. 

“What’re you thinking?” he’d ask. Or “What’re you doing, Dean?” 

Well, Dean didn’t know himself, besides knowing he wanted to be near you. To keep you under his watchful eye. His alpha, ready to strike if Sam or anyone else so much as looked at you the wrong way. 

Damn instincts. But was it them, or the pull of being a soulmate? His body reacting and telling him he should want you? His alpha’s primal desires drawn to you like a mother, bonded and bound to her pups, after a single look?

His alpha snarled at that.

Dean sighed. ‘Okay, maybe not.’

He crooked his neck over his shoulder, flicking his eyes over your hand first. “Can it wait?” he said as they landed on Sam’s bitch face. 

“No, it can’t.” 

He should’ve known.

“What the hell, Dean?” Sam said as he paced under the awning outside the room. His hands shoved in his pockets, straining them, arms stiff as a board, even though his elbows flapped everywhere like some giant chicken.

“She’s hurt.” Of course, Dean knew full well what he’s actually meant - he didn’t need to play dumb. He had planned to come to Sam in his own time after he’d finished helping you as intended. Thanks to the interruption, though, he was now indignant, standing tall even with the messed up insides. They still dragged him down, but he put up a fight. 

More so, when Sam struck the cord, he wished to forget.

“What happened to her being nothing to you?” he said all too knowingly.

“I wanna help her.” He needed to.

“And you can. I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing. She already has a mate and—”

Dean shook his head. “The son of a bitch raped her, Sammy,” he said, self-blame replacing his usual gruffness and spitfire. He wasn’t at fault for what had happened to you. He understood that, but that didn’t mean he didn’t hold some accountability.

Your alpha had struck you because of him. He’d attacked you. Forced himself on you in what Dean could only presume to be a bout of jealousy, and all he saw was the part he’d played by taking you home to him. 

“You know that’s not on you.”

“Yeah.” Yet his eyes grew dim all the same. He lowered them, focusing on the ground. His boots scraping the pavement, now the most fascinating thing in the world over Sam’s, which widened when he said, “And I ain’t letting her go back to him. If she doesn’t want me, that’s her choice, but there’s no way that fucker will ever lay a hand on her again.

“O-kay. Let’s ignore the part about you wanting her for a second. What’re you planning to do about him? If they’re bonded, chances are he’ll be sniffing ‘round here soon.”

Dean was hearing what his brother was saying. He was, and he had a solid point. He’d need a plan to set you free, but bonding? “I don’t think there’s a bond between ‘em. I found her in the park outside their building, and he was nowhere in sight.”

“He could be asleep?”

Dean’s chin receded into his neck. “You realise how ridiculous you sound?” 

“Do you?” 

Those words turned Dean’s body still as if he were made of stone. Eyes stuck and narrowed like the wind had changed. Jaw tight. Maybe he had fallen asleep after popping his knot. The asshole hadn’t filed the report when you were taken, your coworker had, and “I’ll deal with him if he shows,” he said.

“Dean. That’s not what—”

“Are we done?”

Sam sighed. His right hand left his pocket, and he gestured back to the room behind. “I’ll be in the car.”

Dean hadn’t even finished closing the door behind him when the smell of fresh tears flooded his nose. He’d swept across the tattered carpet once again and sat on the end of the bed next to you before his mind had even registered it was happening.

Just as his own instincts had pushed him to you, yours buried your face in the crook of his shoulder. His flannel soaked up your tears.

He wanted to ease your pain, but what could he say? He didn’t have the right to comfort you because he hadn’t protected you when you needed him. His soulmate. Not that he understood what that meant.

He was a grunt, with nothing to his name, and you were, well, he still had no fucking clue besides knowing you had his initials on your skin.

The norm was for him to want you. The scary thing was, he did. Far too much for his liking.

He had lusted over you and continued to do so even now, when he was supposed to be helping you. If your mate’s jealousy was dangerous, Dean’s instincts were more so.

They swooped his arm behind your back, letting your fingers grip his shirt. Letting your tears soak into it. He even had the audacity to brush his lips through your hair and place a chaste kiss, only to feel disappointed when your body tensed and you let him go.

“I’m sorry.” You sniveled and swiped at your eyes. Only to wince when your palms got too close. “Where’s your brother?”

Of all the things you could have said, your concern for someone other than yourself had him more smitten. There was seriously something wrong with him.

“He’s sleeping in the car tonight.”

Your hands wiped at your eyes, and you pushed yourself out of his hold. “I don’t want to put him out.”

He should’ve been happy you’d considered Sam, but his inner alpha snuck through, rough and a little snappy. “He’s sleeping in the car tonight.”

“I don’t want to put him out.”

“You’re not,” he muttered, reaching down to pick up his now wet shirt that had dropped to the floor below. He didn’t want to talk about Sam. He didn’t wanna talk about your mate either, though he knew it was inevitable. “Let’s get more ice on your neck. We gotta stop that swelling.”

He stood up and moved to the table where Sam had left the bucket earlier, and after refilling his makeshift compress, came back and took your hand again. “Here.” He positioned it over the icy bundle to hold it in place. “You’ll need some on your eye too, but that bite is a priority at the moment.”

Of course, there was still that ulterior motive to keep the offending section of skin covered, but as selfish as it was, Dean hoped that by forcing his own scented item over the top of it, you might form a bond with him.

Yeah. He was delusional, so he set the internal struggle aside, and got to work.

His hand reached for a piece of gauze floating in the now tepid water and squeezed the excess back into the coffeepot, while the other cupped your chin and pulled you to face him. With steady fingers, he brought it up to your cheeks and dabbed as gently as he was able.

“Sorry,” he said when you hissed at the touch. He needed a recording if it would save his throat some pain and allow that lump to heal. “If you wanna do this yourself, I’ll help you to the bathroom.”

“No.” Your head jiggled more than shook. “It’s bad enough I can feel it.”

Dean could understand that. Not that he feared what he saw. For him, what he couldn’t grasp was seeing your face marred that crushed him, raising the question of how.

He knew the logistics of it. You’d been struck a number of times, and while he still suspected jealousy was the cause, it made no sense. Why would your mate do this to you?

“Do you love him?” He knew he was crazy to ask, but truthfully, he wanted to know if this douchebag did or not.

“What?”

It was a simple question, and very telling that you answered that way.

“Your alpha. Do you love him?” He repeated, waiting for any unspoken clues you might give.

You took your time. For Dean it was agonising, but when you did speak, his heart panged with relief and dismay. “I thought I did,” you said. “But I didn’t think he’d do this either.”

Dean’s eyes glassed over your neck. Your claim didn’t swell like that earlier. It seemed unusual to him for an Omega not in heat. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

“I met my soulmate.”

He swallowed hard. “So he did do this because of me.”

Your head moved against him. “He didn’t believe me when I told him you didn’t want me.”

You had struggled to finish your sentence, but you didn’t need to for Dean to understand. Though he couldn’t see your face, the room was now flavoured with rejection, and while it relieved his doubts of self-worth, it upset him to know you thought that.

“But I do want—”

“Please don’t. That’s not you doing the talking. Your instincts are.”

Just as you’d said, your neck and the punctures that formed a ring around it continued to draw his eyes. “You don’t know that.”

“I do. Mine are affecting me, even though I have a mate. If you had wanted me, you wouldn’t have taken me home.”

Dean often struggled with words, spitting out whatever came to him at the moment, whether they were full of shit or something else. But he wouldn’t let that thwart him. Not when the stakes were this high.

He dropped everything and adjusted his arms to scoop you up into his lap.

Your chest heaved, your brow grew sweaty, and his sharp senses heard the blood as it flowed to all the correct places in your body. Inside his, it did the same.

“You’ve got it all wrong.” Dean’s fingers moved on their own accord, pulling the hand and arm that attached to them to trace over the scratches and cuts that covered your shoulders. “I thought you’d be safer with him.”

“So did I,” you said. And it sliced him deep.

You hadn’t meant it that way, but Dean’s psyche was so full of self-loathing that even though he wished you weren’t, he had already decided you were fearful of him.

Depleted and forever quick to act, he lifted you with ease and set you back onto the bed. “I should get you some more ice.”

He picked up his shirt and moved to stand, but before he could, your gentle touch gripped his arm. “Alpha?” The pleasant sound warmed his ears and tugged at his chest. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not scared of you.”

You were more perceptive than Dean thought.

“Well, you don’t need to be scared of him anymore either,” followed the smirk that curled his lips as his back turned away from you. He really did need ice.

Four hours later, Dean was still wide awake while you slept under a pile of blankets in the bed next to him. Wearing sweats instead of his jeans, he sat up against the headboard. His ass, purposely on top of the covers. His knot just as alert as he was. 

Morning wood had never been more painful.

It hadn’t taken long for you to go down for the count after the first-aiding was done, no doubt exhausted as well as sore, but he worried about how your body would react when it woke up.

Last he’d seen you walking, your step held a jockeys gait. All movement, purposeful and slow. 

You’d had no issues showering. It had just taken some time. Maybe if he’d helped, things would’ve gone faster, but he didn’t dare offer. Even though his inner alpha wanted him to.  

You’d also had no issue stealing his jacket, having taken it when you thought he wasn’t looking. The washed-denim sleeve poked out, as did your toes next to it. The sight of both bringing out his biggest grin. 

No wonder he couldn’t sleep. It was just a shame he had to confront your mate. 

He wasn’t scared at all. Nope, far from it. He couldn’t wait to punch the fucker’s lights out. But you were still his, and a small fragment of Dean’s mind feared you may choose him, even after the horrible treatment you’d endured at his hands.

With a groan, he leaned over and fished for his phone. It was close enough to six to not be too early for coffee, and he swung his bow legs to the ground, stretching his arms out wide; gaining two large cracks from his neck and shoulders as muscle and bone satisfyingly pulled away from each other. 

He then braced himself to stand with his hands on his thighs, but the sound of blankets shifting and a fresh wave of omega scent laced with undertones of him flew under his nose, stopping him in his tracks. It brought another smile to his face and another rush of blood to his groin.

But he had a job to do. A mission. A quest. And without further ado, he jumped to his feet and shuffled towards the bathroom, keeping his morning wood pointing in a direction he hoped you couldn’t see if you were to rouse. There was no way of hiding it when he was standing.

He was quicker about things behind the closed door. No one could argue Dean Winchester wasn’t a multi-tasker. From brushing his teeth to taking a much needed leak, he accomplished it all under the icy stream he’d chosen to cool himself off with.

Thoughts of you, Ritchie, and what he was going to do plagued him while he washed. They continued to follow him as he dried off, then carefully slunk through the main room to further afield outside, where he found Sam cramped on Baby’s back seat.

The deep brown mop of Sam’s hair rose behind the matte black paint of the Impala’s side, sticking up against the window from the static that came with a cooler morning’s air.  

“Rise and shine, Sammy.” Dean fisted the glass above his brother’s head for added effect. Sam was lucky he hadn’t opened the door on him, because that had crossed his mind. 

He wasn’t that cruel. Mediocre at best.

“I need you awake, man,” his voice hissed through the cracked open window.

“Dean?” Sam’s startled head flayed around the Impala’s cabin.

He stepped back to give his brother space to get out, throwing the room keys at him when he surfaced with no warning. 

Sam’s large hands fumbled as they landed on his chest. The silver tumbling through his knuckles like a creature come alive. “What’s going on?” 

“I need you on babysitting duties.”

“Babysit—Where are you going?” Sam stared at him dumbfounded until Dean flashed his best smirk.

One could say he was being cocky, and maybe he was. But in this instance, he needed all the confidence he could muster.

“To deal with Dick,” he said.

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Are we feeling the connection? Do we hate her mate? Did I name him Ritchie just so I could make a tonne of Dick jokes? You bet I did! Have I used it enough? Eh, time will tell, but I sure had fun with the next one!

Chapter 3 - Confronting - 07/03

Inside, Dick’s every movement was under his scrutiny. He wanted him to fuck up. To say or do something stupid. That way, Dean had probable cause. It would make whatever he ended up dishing out sit better on his conscience if he heard Dick admit it himself.

So Dean poked the bear. Outright asking him, “Did she say that while you were raping her?”

“I marked her as mine.”

Those words were Dick’s second mistake. He’d just given Dean the chopping block.

“And I suppose she didn’t ask you to stop when you hit her and tried to scratch my initials out of her skin, either?” Dean’s voice remained void of all emotion, even as the anger bubbled in his gut. If he held a mirror to his soul, Dick’s face would have been its reflection.

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[marzipanilla]

idk how into(if at all) you are to actual plays, but that comment immediately made me think 'ah yes cave water! your favorite meal' Dimension20 is a gift when I have the focus for it... (I drink a lot of water mostly lol)

Your mom was empress of a planet that went through a major disaster and the only thing you can express about her is that she loved your dad? I think your depth of understanding is horribly limited there, kid, or you were kept so insanely sheltered !! Did they just keep his ass in the palace and not let him see the world?? What if Mark tried to retroactively tell him about the destruction and he refused to believe him?? He was shown being out among the bodies when Mark got recovered !! did you think everyone was covered in paint, like seriously wtf.

I keep staring at the puddles of world building waiting for them to drop into deep wells and its just an inch of shiny oil on gravel like. You dont have to get into but you can reference stuff! Mark claimed Cecil protected him from seeing the extent of the damage, extend that!! There WAS a court case, but Cecil had it thrown out/made it so the government wouldn't press charges bc he needed Mark on his side in case his dad came back!! just !! so many solutions !! He put Damien into hell for daring to threaten to expose what Nolan had done, he can toss a fucking court case.

lol Mark just having a full jar of assorted teeth would be something. Debbie having to stop doing tooth fairy shit and come up w some reason why they wont leave him money anymore lol

A good bit of reality distortion/mind control is fabulous!! tricks to snap them out of it, emotional appeals to snap them out of it... people acting in odd ways not just bc of what they're doing but suddenly reacting to other characters than the ones everyone expected!! why are you so extra vicious to this person you didnt seem to have much interaction w... why is this other capable of calming you down but not the one you say is important to you... mff. tasty.

Yeah Nolan getting hero worshiped and turned into their ruler is brushed over way too damn quick. like sir. Not only do I think you lack any skills to lead an actual population, you agreed to that. 'it was nice to have a purpose again'. You can help them out without being their fucking boss. Just like Immortal, this bitch doesn't know how to say no. I do think he has a 'cant go back/will never see her again' thought process re: Debbie, but like... if you hadn't been taken by the viltrumites, either they never showed up or he and Mark were successful, once a little more time had passed... How long until he would have had the same I miss her thought? What was your actual relationship w Andressa like?? why did you fucking agree to it?? we get 1 kiss, 1 hug, and 1 time he says her name in an annoyed tone of voice. like sir. I definitely have a big split re: some canon deviations between comic and show for Thraxa, but the show is really just like 'incredibly depressed man fucks president of his fan club accidentally knocks her up' and its just like... how much of that relationship were you just thinking about Debbie? how fucked up is that for Andressa?? If Mark had been on Thraxa with him longer, how long would it have taken for Debbie to come up again?? What the fuck did Nolan actually say about his previous family bc quite frankly what Andressa says just raises more fucking questions.

And these people, just like on Earth, never experienced anything bad from him until the day he fucked off and wasnt seen again like. Nolan really does avoid negative fallout in social situations so hard. He is so fucked up about what happened that he wants to be ritually executed, and that is a mood- but I need to see him stuck around the actual people he directly hurt. for more than one fucking day, or like, half a day in the case of Mark on Thraxa.

Allen's first stop after busting out w Nolan is getting him a chastity belt lol 'have you ever heard of condoms??' Mark seemed pretty beat up about you having another kid and I dont want him sad next time I talk to him..

No lie I almost wrote 'Nolan depression fucks his way across the galaxy and has like, 5 kids when he runs into Debbie again' into a story before deciding I just didn't want to deal w it even tho I could see it happening lol

Yeah. I wonder how much of that divide is related to 'want to chars to have nice things' and 'want my char to suffer horribly' but whump is its own thing and precious cinnamon-roll too good for this world does get the shit beat out of them plenty too. idk, the infinite wonders and variety of life I guess.

Mark agreeing to go hang out on a beach w Debbie instead of refusing and the beach is Beach City (am now officially thinking too much about this crossover lol)

The way I got caught up on our back and forth I almost forgot this, lol! AND OH MY GOODNESS, IMAGINE? I forget exactly what which point Debbie makes the beach offer, but I’d love when exactly in SU/SUF-timeline they’d go? There’s something so fucking funny to me about them going during the SUF-timeline and always narrowly missing the strange, Steven-shaped mental breakdowns in the back. I know those don’t occur in a single day, but it’s tickling me. How could they miss anything? I don’t know I just think it’s funny.

Though, post-SUF is interesting if Gems can see the similar “world on your shoulders”, Mark has going on! Steven can shunt the narrative in the Gems’ minds, which I think is neat, if I’m not misusing the phrase since the guy’s on the road far away. Or maybe it’s just before Steven goes and they stumble into each other. I’d kinda love Pearl and Debbie interacting, honestly, if they could talk about loving someone who hurt you, hide things from you, even when you thought you knew them so deeply, and they left you to raise a child. Pearl being in a well adjusted space, and Debbie still grieving.

Honestly, the gems could help train Mark, they’re got experience and similar-ish powers in strength, sturdiness, and they can jump/run fast enough for flying to be vaguely similar enough to lecture about, I think. Or Lapis Lazulis, haha! Peridot with her trash can lid! Garnet, I’d love to see if she told Mark anything about his future in vague, well meaning advice. Or even giving relationship advice considering Amber. Or, importantly, how to convince an entire reign to end their colonizing ways, lol. Is Mark perhaps willing to start a war, take advantage of being related to any leaders, or fake his own death to varying results?

In general, there’s something so fucking funny to me about Nolan, in the sake of comparison, being Pink Diamond coded. Like OH, did an important or well respected of the colonizing empire come to earth and learn the beauty of its people and nature, including faking/lying/omitting things about his identity and background to being in, only to feel conflicted when his responsibility still remained, and he tried to free himself from them? Yikes! We’ve been through that before! Like gimme Pink Diamond and Nolan outfit swap rn. This is tickling me so much oh my goodness.

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[apocalypticdemon]

one of my kitties has baby's first vet appointment tomorrow (won't eat and threw up overnight :( ) but they've both been playing a bit! confident little lads, they are.

they're both very cuddly. I had hoped for affectionate cats, but the babies like. Straight up do not get off my lap. I've been awake for 5 hours and the whole time I've been in the room one of them has begged for lap time. I'm love them

[misstrashchan]

*rubs hands together* okie dokie:

1) okay okay I have a slight variation on the dance reprise prediction where they're sparring again but in a more serious, dance-fight manner than their previous sparring which is kind of clumsy and fumbling. this is in contrast with all the other main cast couples (bb, wk and rn) dancing at some party. just because both ruby and oscar wouldn't feel like they have the luxury of dancing still but still end up having fun in their own way. especially if oscar has changed the Long Memory in some way and by fighting Ruby with it they're showing themselves to each other.

2) ruby helps/suggests to oscar to forge his own weapon to add as extension to the Long Memory. something something "I'll be who you are and I'll be even more". would like to see the reprise of ruby being a weapons nerd and using that to reassure Oscar about his sense of identity. unlocking his semblance might not be something ruby can help with or that oscar can control when it happens, but weapons are also a part of the self too, and that is something oscar can put more of himself into showing/expressing, and that ruby can help with. (give him spear priveliges!!!!)

3) oscar unlocks a time related semblance to save ruby, and maybe uses it to support her in using her silver eyes so he can slow down time for her (complimentary to her speedy semblance) to feel what she needs to feel. in a more general prediction I guess oscar unlocks his semblance to save/support ruby in some way

4) going off the weapons stuff again just like. them complimenting each others weapons but the clear subtext is it's them complimenting each other indirectly. just because ruby's relationship with her sense of self and Crescent Rose was so strongly intertwined throughout v9, and the Long Memory is always linked to Oscar's sense of self interwined with Oz/the Merge.

5) forgive me but this is a bit of a long one: the headmasters all have a pattern with oscar in that he always ends up fighting/confronting them in some manner, but it's always after they've hurt/betrayed ruby in some manner. v5 we have him smacking Lionheart in a fit of anger after seeing Ruby hurt. he fights against Oz's control for his body to stop him from taking the relic from Ruby, and to entrust her with the relic's password. he confronts in v7 Ironwood after he's betrayed Ruby (technically yeah it was the whole group, but Ruby is the leader at that point soooo I'm still counting it). Then we have Theodore, who actually seems decent (a low bar for our headmasters but still) BUT he is very gung ho about fighting, and welcomes any to challenge him to a fight, even students, and if they win they can take his position as headmaster of Shade. literally all the other kingdoms have come together at Vacuo, and it's emphasized in the books that the only real authority in Vacuo is Shade Academy and its headmaster. (there's also the Crown and bringing up Right to Rule via reinstating the monarchy and lost kings and queens, and the set up to explore the Little Prince allusion which is. hmmm. idk I'm getting sidetracked now but there's smth there maybe). So like, basic prediction is Oscar fights Theodore for Ruby's sake, or they both fight him and end up as the two defacto leaders of the last resistance in Remnant. idk this one's a bit more far fetched but I am expecting an Oscar/Theodore fight, the subsequent overthrowing of the old headmaster and for it to somehow involve Ruby.

6) Ruby getting overwhelmed by her new fans and all the attention she's getting as this Messiah like figure and Oscar stepping in to help her get away from it all ("I'm sorry everyone but Ruby has an extremely important meeting she HAS to attend to right now so she can't stay"). I actually want her team to do this for her to show they have her back when she's feeling overwhelmed, but I would be happy if it was a RG moment too.

7) Oscar giving Ruby sand goggles to protect her eyes

8) Ruby blushing hard at something Oscar says and being a bit oblivious/in denial insists the Sun in Vacuo must be getting to her (gotta love that Oscar/sun symbolism) and Oscar immediately tries to get her to some water/shade

9) the moon and sun both being in the sky in the backgrounds when Ruby and Oscar reunite/interact.

10) Ruby takes Oscar to the Ever After to try and break the merge curse which I've talked about as a theory more in this reblog about semblance predictions here so I won't repeat myself.

send me your RG predictions. i wanna make a bingo card

[nomidreams]

god i finally watched new episodes my honest reaction is jgiwoaoKzmxmkwkakkak

[softshuji]

eldest daughter syndrome really do be kicking my ass tbh

[phagodyke]

hour and a half unpaid overtime I think that's a new record for me. on a day where I was supposed to have no overtime no less. funny how I only have 3 of those this month and the 2 so far I've had to work overtime anyway 👍

[red-dyed-sarumane]

i draw to draw & not exactly for results. i mean sure i have an end goal in mind for things but its not really about that. so. i generally just assume people will see the art & look at it for all of 20 seconds maybe go 'neat' to themselves & maybe hit like & thats it. i dont expect it to particularly catch any interest that anyone would save it and especially not something anyone would come back to look at frequently. i dont even look at my own stuff much after its done (usually) how can i expect others to. its not even a sad thing for me i appreciate those 20 seconds of consideration & every like i get. to think it means more to people is always deeply surprising

[vampiremourning]

anyway as soon as i pry myself off this couch im gonna share some screenshots of bg3 protags on my sideblog. just gotta like. reach the desk first.

[green-mountain-goose]

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[arsenicflame]

i do think being unconditionally loved is an experience that can be so so healing actually. it cant ever fix anything alone but to feel loved and valued and considered is something that makes carrying burdens just that little bit easier. to trust that youre someone they think about when youre not around, because they tell you. to feel like youre someone important to them because they tell you. to feel safe in knowing youre not being too intense, too annoying, too much, because everything you offer is offered right back without a seconds hesitation. this isnt something i ever thought id get to have, but i found it when i wasnt even looking. and no, it still isnt easy. it doesn't change most things. but it gives you a reason to try.

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

your tags on parenting make me super emotional <3 that's exactly the kind of parent I want to be one day

Thanks! I feel the same way honestly. I have a lot of opinions about parenting and I can't say that I will be the perfect parent because that doesn't exist. I can't even say that my hypothetical future kid/kids will be perfect because children don't grow in a vacuum. I can only control what I do and say and try to be the best version of myself and hope for the best.

[jackass-jones]

Idk man I just need to hold hands with Kai Satou and I’ll be good

[neverthrive]

Life really has a way of accumulating all the worst possible events together in a very inconvenient span of time. Just a whole overwhelming procession of fat fucking Ls