#i immediately gave him a nectar at the first opportunity and he sounds so excited i cant

[sea-buns]

Moros has been in the Crossroads for all of 5 seconds and I'm already obsessed with another one of Nyx's soft boys

[wallgirl]

The Little Nereid Part 12

Record of Ragnarok fanfiction

Poseidon x OC

Word count: 2,200

Dynamene, youngest of the 50 Nereids, has lived most of her adolescence as a servant alongside her sisters at Poseidon’s palace. But with her coming-of-age birthday and other developments, what she initially thought was just admiration of her master blossoms into something stronger and more passionate… and painful. Loving someone like Poseidon is not easy period, let alone as your first love. But Dynamene is young and naïve, and all she wants is a chance to be at the sea god’s side.

Categories and warnings: Romance, angst, unrequited love, coming-of-age, earn-your-happy-ending, slow-burn (ish); no sexual content. There will be some graphic violence in the future.

Updated regularly; will have about 18 parts total.

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It was still dark out when Dynamene arrived at the temple. Dawn was just breaking over the horizon, the ocean calm. Still soaking wet from head to toe, she left puddles of water with each trudge up the sizable hill where the temple overlooked the sea. She had never been to a human temple before. It was less grand than she had imagined, though still tall and stately. It was impressive as far as human architecture went, she supposed.

She entered hesitantly, feeling almost embarrassed to be tracking water into a sacred, if humble, place. In the room at the center of the temple stood Aphrodite's cult image. It was roughly life-sized and hewn from wood, with a delicate cloth draping it modestly. Dynamene suppressed a smile when she saw it; it was much less curvaceous and delicate looking than the real goddess. She approached it gingerly, not sure what to do next.

Most humans that came to temples to ask something of the gods brought an offering, she knew, but she hadn't the faintest idea what to present. She was entirely empty-handed, save for the thin chiton she wore and her treasured bracelet, neither of which she was about to part with.

After a few minutes of pondering, the answer came to her - Aphrodite was the goddess of beauty, too, not just love. Dynamene's hands went to her two braids. Would she accept her hair as an offering...? Surely there was little more a woman could give in way of sacrificing her beauty.

She picked up a sharp seashell from the altar and aligned it with the base of the first braid, against her neck, and took a deep breath. Her hair had been long her whole life, but it would grow back, right?

Before she could even make the first cut, there was a deafening clap, and she was surrounded by white light.

When the light cleared, she was no longer standing in the dim inner room of the temple. A strange burning sensation lingered on her skin before quickly subsiding. Dynamene hesitantly lifted her head.

She was in a vast room with golden floors and roses of every color climbing the frescoed walls. A giant fountain, several times her height, stood ahead to her right. It bubbled and gurgled merrily, the white foam so bright that she could hardly look at it. A handful of small cherubs tended to bunches of pristine lilies that floated serenely in the bottom pool. And to her left, reclining on a golden couch inlaid with diamonds and pearls, was a statuesque woman with golden waves and wide eyes.

"My, you weren't really going to cut your hair, were you?" Aphrodite cried, staring at Dynamene with alarm. "I may be the goddess of love as well as beauty, but I'll let you in on a secret - no woman should sacrifice her looks for a man."

Dynamene immediately turned red. "I... I apologize." She tucked the shell away awkwardly into the fold of her chiton. "Um, where am I?"

"You're at my palace, on Mount Olympus," Aphrodite proclaimed. She smiled at Dynamene and tilted her head. "I've been waiting so long to speak with you. Come, sit!"

Mount Olympus?! Dynamene had been here before on a few occasions to accompany Poseidon as part of his court, but only to the common grounds. Each of the twelve Olympians had their own estate and palace that they designed and furnished to their liking, most filled with opulence and treasure that lesser beings could barely dream of. To think that she should now find herself in one was incredible.

Aphrodite snapped her fingers. A couch that matched her own appeared next to Dynamene, as well as a table with cups and a jug of some mysterious liquid. "You must be famished. You've had quite the journey; sit, sit!"

How could she know that? Dynamene settled nervously onto the couch and smoothed the bottom of her dress. She was all too aware of how bedraggled she must look, especially in such an exquisite place. The upholstery became dotted with dark spots of water from her damp hair.

Aphrodite snapped her fingers, and Dynamene's clothes and hair dried in an instant. "There we are. More comfortable?"

"Um, yes, thank you." Dynamene touched the bottom of her braid in amazement. The jug on the table before her poured itself into her cup, and she brought it to her mouth with both hands. Something incredibly sweet and steaming hot flowed into her lips.

"That's nectar. Careful you don't drink too much, it'll cause indigestion. Now then, you've called upon me for help," Aphrodite beamed and moved upright, crossing her legs. "I'm overjoyed, to say the least." She rested her chin elegantly on the thumb and pointer finger of one hand.

"You are?" Dynamene felt completely lost.

"Yes! I've been following your adventure ever since things began to really heat up a few weeks ago. Your birthday, to be precise. How exciting! I haven't seen a love story this gripping in centuries."

Dynamene almost dropped her cup. "Following me?! Do you mean you've seen everything that's happened since then?"

"Well, the juicy bits, yes. As the goddess of love, I can tune in on any love affair or infatuation I desire. Most are a bit boring, nowadays. But you... Your feelings for Poseidon... It's such a delight! What a turn of events! I'm quite invested." Aphrodite giggled.

Dynamene's face continued to burn red. "I... I don't understand."

Aphrodite sighed and leaned back once more. "Ah, Poseidon... such an enigma. Such a tall, dark, and handsome man... Such an incredible body... But such a wretched personality."

Dynamene flinched.

"He really is a delight to look at, though, isn't he?" Aphrodite sighed, her gaze turning dreamy. "There was a time when I thought I might add him to my body count... But his stifling demeanor quickly dispersed that idea from my head. Such a foul attitude."

Dynamene felt a different kind of heat rise up from her neck to her ears, and her gaze narrowed before she could hide her feelings. Aphrodite laughed in response.

"Oh, don't worry! I'd never touch him now; such a cold fish. Not the type to be a considerate lover, at any rate. An ice statue of a man," she scoffed. Her gaze moved back to Dynamene with curiosity. "But you love him anyway!" Aphrodite leaned forward once more, her eyes wide.

Dynamene stared at her lap, completely overwhelmed. "I... I do." Her voice sounded so small, even to herself.

"Tell me about it! How did it happen? What was it that made you fall for him? I want to know everything!"

"Um..." Dynamene swallowed hard. She could see him clearly in her mind's eye; that piercing gaze and chiseled body. She remembered the way his body had shadowed hers in the dark on the beach. What was it...

Aphrodite smirked, as if she knew exactly what Dynamene was thinking. "Yes, handsome, that much is a give-in. But what else? There has to be something drawing you to him."

"Well..." Dynamene racked her brain. "He's incredibly powerful, and smart. He knows his realm so well..."

"That's a start, I suppose," Aphrodite clicked her tongue. "But men like that are a dime-a-dozen. And that won't keep you warm at night."

"What?" Although Dynamene had no idea what she was getting at, she had the feeling it was something rather uncouth.

"Oh, I apologize. You're a virgin, right? You're inexperienced in these matters." Aphrodite took a dainty sip from her own cup. "Those qualities are all nice and fine, but there's nothing romantic or passionate about them. Not things that really light the flame of love, as it were."

Dynamene was silent for a moment, staring at her hands. She thought of the way he'd spoken with her on the beach, and the way he'd gone out of his way to show her the wonderful things he saw underwater. "He shared his power with me... He used it to show me all the things he could sense in the ocean. It was amazing, and so nice. He held my hand... and I didn't want him to let go."

"So that's it!" Aphrodite said triumphantly. "He made you feel special. He gave you a glimpse of something he's never shown anyone else."

Dynamene smiled wistfully. "And then, he promised me another bracelet... He's never given me anything besides on my birthday. It must mean something. He's never done that for anyone before."

"The frigid tyrant is finally thawing," Aphrodite pondered, swishing her cup. "Maybe he won't spend eternity a virgin, after all," she snickered.

Wait... Does she mean me and him...? Dynamene hid her face in her hands. Oh, no. This is too much. What am I doing here?!

"So he is getting sweet on you, then." Aphrodite threw her head back in laughter. "Oh, I can't believe it; that a day like this would come! It's too much."

"Well... not sweet, exactly, but..." Dynamene rubbed her arm.

"Not sweet?" Aphrodite rose one eyebrow. "He didn't kill you when he had the opportunity. That's quite the gesture of fondness for him, really."

Dynamene blinked, struck speechless.

"Now, then," Aphrodite continued, her voice taking on a more business-like tone. "As far as directly helping you, there's little I can offer. Poseidon would have my head if he ever found out I was interfering in his love life, and that wouldn't do." She sighed rather theatrically.

"Oh." Dynamene's shoulders sank. Then it was all for nothing.

"But..." Aphrodite continued with a mischievous smile. "That doesn't mean I can't point you in the direction of someone who can help you. I've heard through the grapevine that there's a witch not far from Poseidon's estate who does spell work for those who are willing to pay the price. She lives in one of the deepest undersea trenches. I'm sure she'd be happy to strike a deal with you."

"A witch?" Dynamene had misgivings about this immediately. Witches didn't exactly enjoy the highest of praises within the Greek pantheon's society. "Aren't a lot of them shady?"

"They are. But you're clever enough, and there's no guarantee that this witch will be as seedy as the rest. Just keep your wits about you. All you need is something to convince him to make a commitment to you. I understand Hera gave you a blessing during her latest visit."

Dynamene remembered the gilded pomegranate. "She did."

"Something about a guaranteed happy union, correct? She told me about it. There's your ticket to a happy ending; you just need to secure the union in the first place."

Dynamene smiled. "You're right. It was very kind of Hera to give me a blessing. I was so surprised."

"She didn't do it out of the kindness of her heart," Aphrodite sighed, giving her curls a shake.

Dynamene's smile froze. "What do you mean?"

"Hmm..." Aphrodite puffed her cheeks, weighing her next words. "I'll let you in on a little insider's secret: she wants Poseidon married to force a crack in his armor."

Dynamene stared at her. "Pardon? His armor?"

"If Poseidon gets married and has a family, he'll have a weak spot. Hera knows that Poseidon is feared more than Zeus, and she loathes the possibility of him holding more influence. She wants to have a way to keep Poseidon in line. That's why she gave you that pomegranate." Aphrodite shook her head, wrapping a curl of hair idly about one finger.

Dynamene's head was spinning as she tried to put two and two together. "But... the blessing would be useless to her purpose unless she knew that one of us liked the other. So how...?"

Aphrodite giggled mischievously and gave Dynamene a wink. "I guess I'm not always the best secret keeper myself."

Dynamene stared at her, aghast. Hera would use me as a tool to get to Poseidon? Her eyes darted back and forth anxiously. I'm so stupid. Of course she wouldn't give a random blessing like that out of kindness; that's not how the Olympians usually function.

"Don't fret too much, dear Dynamene." Aphrodite's eyes darkened above her smile. "It doesn't really matter what the future after your union holds; not how miserable of a man Poseidon is, or what your relationship turns out to be. If you marry him while holding that blessing, you'll be happy no matter what your situation is."

Dynamene's gaze searched the goddess's face. Why did it seem like Aphrodite's expression was almost one of pity?

Happy... even if I shouldn't be?

"Rest assured, I am rooting for you, little Nereid. Now go; I'll send you near the witch's home. Or, at least where I think it is." The goddess of beauty shrugged her delicate shoulders.

White light enveloped Dynamene once more, and she braced herself. Before Aphrodite's palace disappeared, she heard the goddess call out one last time: "In exchange, I expect to be the first to know about your wedding night!"

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Author’s notes:

Did you know, when I started this fanfiction, I planned it to be 4 parts and about 9000 words?

I am now past 32000. Help me.

Things are coming to a head, stay tuned.

[cummingforkylo]

Ooh requests~ I know we all love being worshipped by Kylo, but does he enjoy the same? Having you kneeling before his throne, making you beg to touch him and finally he relents. Maybe you can only use your mouth at first, trying to open his robes with your teeth. You have to earn using your hands to praise him. Oof. I dunno I think he’d enjoy it~

yaasssss Ohhh god yes. I am so sorry this got a little...like catholic kinky even though its still in the star wars universe...but you know.

Worship

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

CW: Oral, degradation, worship, uh i’m going to hell...you’ll see why.

Word Count: 1,840

Prompt: You worship Emperor Ren so much you’d do anything for him.

You were knelt in front of him, staring up at him with wide eyes. All you wanted was to please him, all you wanted was for him to understand the absolute adoration you held for him. Kylo sat on his throne, leaned back against it, looking down at you, amused.

“What is it that you want from me?” His voice came out deep and smooth, it ignited the familiar longing for him deep inside of you. His presence simply awoke your soul, your heart thrummed for him, tapping out a beat that sounded like his name. Kylo knew this. He knew you worshipped him, wanted him in a way no one else had. You curled forward, wanting to get closer to him but knowing better than to try and touch him.

“I want to please you, sir.” Your hands itched to touch him, even just his legs. Any touch would ease your need for contact, but it would also spur you on. It would drive the digging stake of want deeper into your belly, pinning you down more. You spread your knees open even while sitting on them and looked up at him hoping that you looked appealing, hoping that maybe you would get the opportunity to show him how much you worshipped him. Kylo tilted forward on the throne, his elbows rested on his knees and his eyes drank up the look of your eager face.

“You want to please me?” He confirmed. You nodded, still so eager.

“Yes, sir. Yes, I want to do anything to…to give you pleasure.” You said. Kylo stared at you,

“I don’t know if you’re good enough for that. Why should you be allowed to touch me at all?” he asked, his voice was still perfectly smooth, even. His eyes boring into you felt like they were scorching you from the inside out, as if he could see through your skin into the pulsing need that was seated permanently in you belly. It burned you up and set you on edge.

“I’m not good enough.” You answered, your eyes focusing on his, your eyes huge with desperation. “But, I want to make myself good enough. I want to prove myself, sir. I’ll be a good girl.” You whispered, crawling even closer to him. You watched his beautiful, pale face twist into a mocking smile,

“Tell me, girl, how badly do you want to please your Emperor?” His question hung in the air as you tried to collect your thoughts to maybe be able to explain how you wanted to pleasure him, you wanted to worship his body and give yourself to him fully and wholly. How were you supposed to tell him you wanted to be baptized with his cum, to be used by him in any way he wanted until he felt you were good enough to fuck. You had to figure out a way to convince him to let you try,

“I want to do it so badly, I’m aching for it. I want to feel your cum all over my face, I want to…to give you everything you could want from me. I dream of getting to please you, getting to suck your cock, or touch it.” You mumbled. “I think of you constantly and its torment because then I just burn in my excitement all day.” It wasn’t an exaggeration. All you could do was try to avoid thinking of him and how badly you wanted his cock to stretch your cunt open, if you started thinking about him you became a useless mess. “Please, sir, Emperor Ren,” You murmured, watching as his face gave the slightest twitch as you spoke. “Let me take your cum, let me suck your cock. Anything. I’ll take anything. Please…please. You can use me however you want.” Your voice was quiet, small and sweet. You didn’t understand how your body could react like this to even the thought of him, you had never done anything like that, or even spoken like this but now you would beg to be cum on if it meant getting something from him.

“You flithy girl.” He said, shaking his head. “Open your mouth.” He said. You immediately did, opening and sticking your tongue out obediently. Kylo’s gloved hand appear in front of your face, he pinched your tongue between his thumb and pointer finger, gently and slowly moving it a little as if to examine your open mouth and the pink tongue sticking out. His gloves tasted like dry leather, and a heady, musty sweat like taste. When he released your tongue you kept it stuck out for him. Kylo pressed his pointer finger into your open mouth and towards the back of your throat. You forced yourself to keep your mouth open as he pressed his middle finger in too, sliding them along your tongue and into the back of your throat. Spit collected on your tongue, starting to drip off the tip and onto your lap.

His eyes were focused on your mouth now, trained on your tongue and on his fingers pressing deeper into your throat, “You think you deserve my cock in this hole?” he asked, forcing his fingers in harder. You gagged around them but kept staring up at him. You shook her head,

“You think you should be allowed access to my cock?” he asked. You couldn’t answer, you couldn’t tell him how you wanted it only so you could pleasure him, only so he could see how much you would do for him. His fingers pulled out of your throat,

“You can answer me.” He said.

“I want to give you all of me. Anyway you want.” You stated again, trying to regain your breath as strings of saliva broke away from his fingers and hit your chin. Kylo’s hands found his pants and he began to undo his clothing. Your eager hands reached up to help and he stopped,

“Get your hands off of me.” He said. You sat back on your feet and stared up at him, waiting. Kylo tugged his pants down until his cock sprang free. His manhood was huge, thick, red, furiously beating with his own need. You felt a rush in your stomach and a flutter in your pussy, you were hypnotized by the way it bobbed by his stomach. Your eyes were transfixed, his hand wrapped around the base, holding it in front of you.

“I want it,” You breathed. Kylo sucked in a breath through his teeth as he watched your mouth open, your eyes staring reverently up at him. Your whole being was gooey with lust and zealot like adoration for such a man.

“You want this cock?” he asked, you knew he was turned on. Not only did you know that men only got this hard when they were aching with need, but his voice was stretched, as if he was straining to speak.

“Yes, sir.” You leaned in close and he moaned at the feeling of your breath, close to his cock. “I want it so badly, I want your cum all over my face. I want you to cover me in it.” You said, doing your best to say what he wanted to hear.

“You’ll get it.” He said. “That’s what you’re good for, to be covered in my cum.” He reached out and patted your cheek.

You nodded and bit your bottom lip, staring up at the glistening tip of his cock, there was a bead of pre-cum there and you wanted to swipe it along your lips.  “Please, sir. Please!” You begged. You still hadn’t gotten to touch him but your cunt was soaked, you wouldn’t be surprised if it had dripped out of you and onto the floor where you were kneeling.

“Tell me you want to be my cock slut.” He said, his voice was really strained now, his hand had started moving up and down on his own cock. You were jealous, you wanted to be able to touch him.

“I want to be your cock slut! I want to take you anyway you want.” You moaned. He held his cock hard in his fist and then reached out and ran his fingers through your hair, clenching it and forcing your head back. He tugged you closer so your lips were hovering over his cock,

“You want that?” He asked, holding you away just enough so you couldn’t reach it.

“Yes!” You moaned, you stuck your tongue out, trying to reach it.

“Say, yes sir,” He commanded.

“Yes sir.”

“Then get to work.” He loosened the grip on your head and you immediately lapped at the tip of his cock, sucking up the drop of pre-cum there. It tasted like some kind of delicious nectar. You would gladly drink his cum with how good it tasted right now. You heard him exhale hard, as you wrapped your lips around the big head of his cock. Your tongue swirled around, tasting him and feeling his pulsing need that mirrored your own. You felt like you were a electrical wire that was fraying at the ends, every few seconds a spark went off in your belly, making your need spike through you. You wished you could touch your cunt while you sucked his cock, but you knew you didn’t deserve that, not yet. You pressed your lips down farther on his cock, taking every stiff inch very slowly. You gagged around his cock, your throat contracted, squeezing around his cock. You took deep breaths slowly as best you could even though his cock was filling up your throat, making it harder to get breaths.

You pulled back, letting the spit drip down the tip of Kylo’s cock, it was engorged, it looked impossibly big as you stared it, readying yourself to take it down your throat again. You leaned over him again sucking his cock into your mouth, taking it into the back of your throat right away. You could hear his breathing become ragged, he reached out and took your hair again, holding you down and then tugging you off.

“You want my cum?” He asked.

“Yes, please!” You moaned.

“You want it all over your dirty little face?” His voice was rough and his hand stroked himself, not letting you get near him again. You nodded, whining with need.

“Please, sir! Please! Please give me all your cum!” You whined, he stroked himself up and down, his fist clenched tight and then hot jets of cum spurted out over your face, covering your lips, cheeks, chin in the hot sticky substance. It clung to your eyelashes and dripped down into your lip.

“Lick me clean.” He instructed. You licked your lips, the tangy taste swirling in your mouth as you quickly tried to lick the remnants of his cum off of his dick.

“We’ll have to see how much of a cumslut you can really be.” He said, staring down at you, his cum still dripping off of your chin.