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[labratkuma]

Stolas, the majestic cosmic prince This is my interpretation of him in the key of solomon This is not related to HH or HB somehow, it's my character Painting process: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMr7RhyEh/

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AfterCare With Them- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader

genre: overall fluff but contains nsfw and unprotected sex, MDNI

a/n: writing this only bc misty invasion is tomorrow and i cant wait dfkahdfkshfaskh did you guys noticed i changed the banners bc this one a diff genre hehe

any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He doesn't stop giving you kisses when he cums inside you and would help you though the overstimulation by holding you tight until the feeling stops. He would ask if you we're okay and would listen if anything we're wrong.

He would fall on top of you and you both would be recollecting your breaths. He would be hiding against your chest and place little kisses all over them as you'll gently play with his hair. Once he pulls himself away from you, he'll grab you a cup of water so you're refreshed.

He would carry you to the bathroom and takes a bath with you because you probably can't stand after your activities. He would sit behind you and wash you softly and slowly while peppering your back and neck with soft kisses.

He'll put you first and make sure you're one hundred percent satisfied and content. He'll help dry you off and carry you back to bed and would dry himself off after before joining you.

Once your back together in bed, he would fall asleep so quickly with you nestled in his arms. You would hear his breathing go soft and quiet and you would soon fall asleep peacefully after.

Zayne:

He would immediately clean you up if he didn't cum inside of you. He wouldn't even ask and would get a refreshing cold drink of water and will ask after if you would like anything else.

While you drink your water, he'll prepare a bath for you both with the perfect temperature. Towels and nearby hygiene products would already be set on the counter. He would come back and ask how you would feel and he would listen intently to everything you had to say. He would carry you to the bathroom and let you soak up first before changing the sheets quickly.

Once he joins you, he'll wash your body and scrub the roots of your hair. Sometimes he'll apologize about the marks left on your skin, worried they might've hurt you. Once you're ready to get out of the bath, he'll pick you up and dry you himself and wrap you in a towel

He'll carry you back to the now clean and comfy bed and makes sure you're comfortable. He'll help you dress you up with whatever clothes you want that are comfortable.

Once your dressed all comfy, the two of you settled into the soft sheets and within minutes, you were already asleep in his arms. He watches you drift off to sleep as he ran his fingers through your hair softly. The comforting pressure of your body would soon make him fall asleep.

Rafayel:

You both were sprawled across the bed, limbs crossing over each other. You both turned to look at each other, looking over to see his contagious smile and you would feel one spreading over your own lips. Your hands would find each other and you both would wrap into a more comfortable embrace as you both tried to regain your breaths.

He'll crack a joke while he cradles you into his arms about how YOU should be the one to clean HIM up because he's the one that did most of the work. Obviously reassures you that he's joking.

He'll praise you, worship your body, comforting your sore legs and any body parts that felt sore or aching. He'd take special care of you to let you know how much you mean to him and thankful that he finally has you again.

He'll grab you a cup of water before preparing a nice relaxing bath for you both. He'll carry you to the bath and gently put you in before joining you. He'll help you wash you and you both might play a little bit in the water, splashing each other or playing with the bubbles before you both get out of the tub. He'll help dry you off and carry you back to bed.

As you the two of you settle into bed, he would make sure his arms are wrapped around you before you drift off to sleep. Will admire you for a bit before his eyes shut close.

After bath time was over and he carries you to bed, you would have to prepare for a second round. Obviously he's not done with you. He wants to paint your face white after he finished painting your pussy white a couple minutes ago.

Sylus:

He would intertwine his fingers with your own and slowly guides you over his chest so you're resting on top of him. He'll clean you off with a washcloth if he didn't already lick you clean and after he's done he'll grab you a cup of cold water.

If there were times where he was rough with you, he'll gently apply some oil and cooling gel onto any marks or any parts of your body that ached.

Draws you a bath with nice smelling soap or whatever you prefer. If you wanted some bubbles added to the bath, he'll add some even if he thought it was silly. He'll carry you to the bathroom and he'll sit behind you and hold you close to his chest. He'll rub the outside of your thigh because he knows they're most likely sore.

After you finish bathing, he'll help you get out of the tub and dry you off himself before he dries himself off. Would help brush your hair and give you of his shirts that are way too oversized on you before carrying you back to bed.

Would ask if you would like anything and if you did, he'll let you rest on the bed while he gets anything you need or wanted. And when you're falling asleep, you'll rest on his chest while he hums so softly.

[lyculuscaelus]

Headcanon time: back when Diomedes stabbed Ares and Aphrodite, he got the ichor splashed on his face, and he never got them loose. Spreading across his hands and his face were the patterned dots in gold, a proof of his battle with the gods, something he found honor in.

But for Epic!Odysseus—he was bathed in the ichor of Poseidon himself. He found his entire body in gold, shining like the armor he used to wear, a display of his feat—something that planted fear in everyone that stood against him later on.

And thanks to y’all for brainstorming with me abt this idea on Discord: @elixs-mythology-corner @holy-mother-of-whumpers @leynaeithnea @akaittou @fangirlofallthefanthings

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan!Boyfriend Percy Jackson headcanons? 🩵

❝ 🌊 — lady l: here!! Hope you like it, anon! I want him, is it too much to ask? Sorry for any mistakes. 🥹🩵

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, implicit death and toxic relationships.

❝🌊pairing: yandere!percy jackson x gender neutral!reader.

Percy is good to you, or at least, he tries his best to be good to you. He wants to be a good boyfriend and, if everything goes according to plan, your future husband. He wants to be the best in your life, someone who can never be replaced. You can't replace him. Never.

He tries everything, he does everything and a little more for you. Percy is always paying attention to everything you say, the moment you start talking, his attention will be on you and only you.

By always paying attention to you, and focusing as much of his attention on you as possible, Percy always knows what you need and when you need it. From knowing when you are feeling uncomfortable or even anticipating your actions. Like pulling out a chair for you or covering you with a warm blanket during cold nights. A real gentleman.

Percy is completely obsessive and overprotective, making the relationship suffocating at times. He just has to know that you're okay, he has to be sure that you're safe and that if something were to happen, you would call him without thinking twice. Percy is your protector, he has to protect you at any cost.

He is very sweet and kind, offering loving and encouraging smiles, looks full of devotion and whenever he has the opportunity, he will present you with something that he knows you will like. Especially if it's blue, anything blue.

Your relationship is suffocating, but you can't blame him. He has to care for you, love you and offer his entire being to you. Only for you. Percy knows it's you against the world and he will sacrifice the world for you if necessary. They don't matter, the gods, the humans, the monsters, they are nothing compared to you.

Your favorite moments are when you are in the water. He is a son of Poseidon, he is almost always in the water and having you there, wet and with your clothes stuck to your body, is paradise according to Percy. He loves to see you laugh when he splashes water on you or makes little waves with them, all to your pleasure.

Percy's love language is touching, not always with ulterior motives, but just because he likes it, because he needs it, to touch you, to know you're there. Always having an arm around your waist, or holding your hands, makes him happy because he knows you're there, just as much as he's there for you.

Percy is extremely jealous and possessive of you. He gets jealous very easily, it gets ridiculous, but he knows how to control himself. He'll just do something, to the person who made him jealous, if they cross him, cross you. You are an angel for putting up with all that, all those people. But don't worry, Percy will be with you no matter what.

He can't be away from you, he's too clingy. Percy needs to be close to you, and breathe the same air as you. If you spent all your time at the Camp, he would stay too, if you went to a school on the other side of the country, he would follow you. Everything to stay with you.

If you have to go on a mission, he will be with you. Percy will make sure he is your chosen companion, even if you has to have a third. Due to his overprotection, Percy rarely lets you fight. Even if you are Ares' child, he won't let you get actively involved. He can even put you in one of his water bubbles and send you to a safe place.

On the one hand, it is annoying but very effective. You don't remember a single monster being able to lay a finger on you. So maybe it's not all bad. After all, Percy does everything for love. Just because he loves you more than anything, right?

Percy can be a lot of things, very suffocating but he means well, most of the time. He does all this because he loves you, because he wants the best for you and wants to see you well. Your relationship is defined by your boyfriend's overprotectiveness and insecurity, but everything will be fine as long as you remain by his side. Never leave him or Percy won't be able to control his next actions.

[saddleups]

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 .

★ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 . . . 3k

★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . drabble , complete. ARTHUR MORGAN X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!

★ 𝐂𝐖 . . . pillow humping. dry humping. mating press. cervix kissing. breeding kink. possessive/dominant arthur. explicit dirty talk. mid to low arthur ngl. p_rn w/o plot.

★ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 . . .  taking advantage of everything the hotel has to offer. arthur is too busy to notice until you leave him with no choice.

★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . erm,,,idk what to title this....it's a scrapped scene from honor among thieves. didn't think y/n in that story would allow arthur to be so dominant without any fight tbh. plus i lowkey need a short break from that fic , it was meant to be just pure smut across the board after they finally have sex but i got carried away with the relationship dynamic lmao. so, it'll be delayed and i'll fill the time with short drabbles like this that just didn't make the cut </3

The maid sets a basin of warm water on the vanity in the plush hotel room, the steam rising up and filling the air with a fresh scent. You thank her before eagerly plunging your hands into the water. Forming a puddle in your palms, relishing in its warmth as you splash it onto your face before washing away any traces of makeup and grime from the day. The pigments dissolve into the water, revealing your natural complexion underneath, and you can't help but sigh with relief at finally being able to unwind after a long day.

As you dry off, you replenish your skin with rose water, a sweet scent lingering on your skin, knowing all too well it'd drive him mad. Across the room, Arthur sits by the window with his gaze fixed outside, his gun carefully placed on the wooden table behind him. The quieter type, he leaves you to unwind alone. Stealing quick glances when he needed extra motivation.

In nothing but your chemise, you sink into the plush mattress beneath you with a contented sigh. It's a luxury that you rarely have in your line of work - a cozy hotel bed instead of a hard cot or rough bedroll. The distant sounds of city life drift in through the open window.

You can't contain a giggle as you roll around on the large bed, unintentionally unraveling the sheets in the process. Arthur quickly hushes you from his spot in the chair, lounging comfortably with his long legs stretched out under the table. He takes up more space than he realizes, his broad shoulders tapering down into a lean V shape. You can't help but admire him as he meticulously cleans each of his guns, his calloused hands gently caressing and polishing them until they gleam like new. In that moment, you wish those hands were on your own body instead.

Is he oblivious or just plain stubborn? You couldn't quite tell, but either way, he seems completely focused on his task at hand - oblivious to your half-naked state on the mattress only a few feet away. Your chemise clings to your curves, revealing hints of your allure underneath. Your fingers trace down your stomach and between the valleys of your chest, imagining his rough hands exploring those same areas. You hike your chemise higher, giving him a suggestive glimpse of your bloomers in hopes of sparking that primal desire in him. A gentle breeze brushes over your skin, causing you to moan softly as your hardened nipples strain against the thin fabric.

"You need somethin?" Arthur finally hums, breaking you out of your thoughts. Oblivious or just playing it cool, you can't quite tell. But despite being slightly annoyed at his lack of attention, you couldn't be too upset - after all, the hotel was meant for a mission that ended up lasting longer than expected. And now here he is, diligently keeping guard by the window. Though it's been long enough that you both should be able to relax for the night. But Arthur is always so meticulous and dedicated to his work, even if it means neglecting other desires...like yours. You sigh and continue to explore your body with your own hands, wishing they were his instead.

Without hesitation, you firmly respond with a breathless "no." You refuse to come across as desperate, but deep down, your desire for Arthur burns like a wildfire. You want him to take you and show him what he's been missing. And so, you shift your position once more, sitting up on the bed to face him. Grabbing a spare pillow and placing it between your legs, straddling it tightly while letting out a soft cry. Biting your knuckles, you grind your hips into the pillow, trying to contain your pleasure. But it becomes too much as the bed creaks under your movements and your whimpers grow in volume. Under the impression that you were settling into bed, Arthur pays it no mind until the creaking continues. A slow, continuous rhythm that he'd only heard one place else.

Arthur watches intently as you tease yourself, unable to resist any longer. He sets his guns aside and gives in to the hypnotizing sight of your body moving against the pillow. The fabric stretches over your bloomers as you move agonizingly slow, building up the pressure until you can no longer hold back. Lost in the throes of ecstasy, your eyes lock with Arthur's as he stands up and walks towards you with hunger in his gaze. Your lips part as you whimper and confess your need for him, "Oh Arthur," it sounds orgasmic and it's sending him into a frenzy. He stands above you with his legs slightly apart, feeling his own desire grow within him.

You lean forward and press your face against his clothed groin, leaving open mouth kisses on his covered length. He sucks in a sharp breath and reminds you of his previous question: "I asked if you needed somethin."

But you are too consumed by desire to remember. All you know is that you need him desperately. You continue kissing his clothed cock, wondering if it hurts him to keep it restrained like this. You know he wants you just as badly. The heat of his member radiated even through the fabric. Arthur grips your cheeks tightly and repeats his question with a firmness that sends shivers down your spine. "Answer me, girl."

You tremble as you reach for his thighs, using them as anchors as you grind your hips harder into the pillow. Your fingers dig into the fabric, grasping onto it for dear life. "I need you," you moan.

With a deep and husky voice, Arthur responds, "Dirty girl. Tell me what you need."

Your head is pressed against his lower abdomen, drooling at the thought of him filling you up wherever he pleases. With desperate need in your voice, you tell him exactly what you want: "I need you inside me."

The vulgar praise echoes in your ears, causing a surge of sweat to break out across your body as you ache for him. "I want your cock," you confess with a desperate whisper, your face pressed firmly against his groin. You can feel his heart pounding for you, the fabric of his pants the only thing keeping you from devouring his throbbing member whole.

"What was that?" he taunts, thrusting his hips forward as the length of his shaft slides up your face. A guttural moan escapes your lips, your skin flushed and hot with desire. "All them times you drove me crazy," he begins, gripping the crown of your head tightly against his cock. "Teasing yer'self while I'm trynna work."

"What makes you think I'll pleasure you so easily?" You challenge, looking up at him with pride but feeling an overwhelming need for him. Arthur leans in closer, pushing you down onto the mattress. The pillow between your legs acts as a barrier between him and his cock, you can still feel it pressing against your soaked bloomers, threatening to push inside you. He thrusts with such force that it's instinctual to wrap your legs tightly around his waist. You cry out his name over and over like a sacred chant.

"Yer gonna wake up the entire town if you keep goin' on like that."

"I don't care," you fight back, tears welling in your eyes. You crave him so intensely, it's almost maddening.

He chuckles darkly, "my filthy girl."

The intensity of his possession over you drives you wild with desire. Without warning, Arthur begins dry humping the pillow against your wet opening, soaking through your bloomers and leaving wet marks on the fabric caught between you two. Your jaw clenches so tightly that you fear your teeth might shatter. Desperate to remove the barrier between you, you try to pull the pillow out from between your legs, he stops you with a wicked smile. "Not until I say so, darlin'," he growls, driving you closer to the brink of madness with every rough thrust.

Your fingers claw at his shoulders, desperate to pull him closer as he continues to tease you mercilessly. The friction of the pillow against your most sensitive areas is maddening, bringing you right to the edge but never quite enough. You whimper and writhe beneath him, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. With each movement his groans and grunts join yours, a hushed tone growing more guttural when you retaliated his thrusts. Even more so when you cried his name, begging him to devour you whole.

"Arthur, please," you beg, your voice a breathy moan. "I need more. I need you."

He chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Patience, darlin'. Good things come to those who wait."

With agonizing slowness, he begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing tantalizing glimpses of his broad chest. Your hands itch to touch him, to run your fingers through the coarse hair there, but he catches your wrists and pins them above your head with one large hand. His grip on your wrists is firm but not painful, a reminder of his strength and control. You squirm beneath him, desperate for more contact, but he holds you in place effortlessly.

"Now, now," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Be a good girl for me."

With his free hand, he slowly trails his fingertips down your throat, across your collarbone, and down to the swell of your breasts. Your nipples strain against the thin fabric of your chemise, aching for his touch. When he finally brushes his thumb over one hardened peak, you arch into him with a gasp.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice rough with desire. "Let me hear those pretty sounds."

He continues his torturous exploration of your body, his calloused fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. When he reaches the hem of your chemise, he pauses, his eyes meeting yours with a wicked glint. Slowly, achingly slowly, he begins to inch the fabric up your thighs, exposing more and more of your flushed skin to the cool air of the room.

You whimper, trying to buck your hips up to speed his progress, but he tuts disapprovingly. "Patience," he reminds you, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

Finally, he tosses the pillow aside before he pushes your chemise up to bunch around your waist, revealing your soaked bloomers. Arthur inhales sharply at the sight, his eyes darkening with lust. "Look at you," he murmurs, running a finger along the damp fabric. "So wet for me already."

You moan at his touch, desperate for more. "Please, Arthur," you beg, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need you so badly."

Arthur's eyes flicker with desire as he watches you writhe beneath him. "Tell me exactly what you want, darlin'," he growls, his fingers teasing along the edge of your bloomers.

"I want you inside me," you gasp, arching into his touch. "Please, Arthur, I need to feel you."

With a low chuckle, he finally relents, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your bloomers and slowly sliding them down your legs. The cool air hits your heated core, making you shiver with anticipation.

Arthur's gaze rakes over your exposed body hungrily. "Beautiful," he murmurs, before lowering his head to press a searing kiss to your inner thigh. You cry out at the sensation, your hands fisting in the sheets as he works his way higher.

When his lips finally reach your aching center, you let out a keening moan, your back arching off the bed. Arthur's tongue delves between your folds, tasting your arousal with a growl of approval. His stubble scratches deliciously against your sensitive skin as he explores every inch of you.

You writhe beneath him, gasping and whimpering as he works you closer to the edge. His strong hands grip your thighs, holding you open for his ministrations. When he sucks your swollen bud between his lips, you cry out his name, your fingers tangling in his hair.

"That's it, darlin'," he murmurs against you. "Let me hear you."

He slides two thick fingers inside you, curling them just right as his tongue continues its relentless assault. The dual sensations are overwhelming, and you feel yourself hurtling towards release. Your wetness gathering around his fingers, flooding down your thighs, pouring into his mouth like a fountain. "Oh my god, Arthur." You seize your thighs, an odd sensation forming at your center.

"That's it, sweetheart," Arthur growls against your sensitive flesh. "Come for me."

His words are your undoing. Hips buck on his face, that coil tightening finally snaps. You arch forward hand digging into the crown of his head. Your nectar squirts from your core and with a keening wail, you shatter, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. High off the taste of you, Arthur doesn't let up, working you through your climax until you're a quivering, oversensitive mess beneath him.

As you come down from your high, panting and flushed, Arthur rises up to hover over you. His eyes are dark with desire, his lips glistening with evidence of your pleasure. Without warning, he captures your mouth in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss is deep and passionate, filled with hunger and need. You moan into his mouth, your hands roaming over his broad shoulders and down his muscled back.

Arthur breaks the kiss, panting heavily. "Gonna take care of ya," he growls, his voice rough with desire. You nod eagerly, spreading your legs wider in invitation. "Please, Arthur. I need you too."

With a fierce determination, he rips off the last remnants of his clothing, revealing a massive and throbbing cock. Arthur's length is like a weapon, thick and girthy with veins pulsing in shades of green and purple. The tip is a deep red, glistening with pre-cum, beckoning you to taste it. You can feel your own desire building as you lick your lips at the sight.

You ache for him to fill you completely, and he knows it. With a devilish grin, Arthur positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his cock.

"Tell me you need it," he demands, his eyes locked on yours.

"I need it," you breathe, unable to resist any longer. "Please, Arthur. Fuck me."

With a guttural groan, he thrusts inside you in one powerful motion, his coarse hair blending with yours as your bodies meld together. But even this closeness isn't enough for Arthur; he lifts your thighs higher up towards your chest and presses you against him with an animalistic force. Your foreheads press together as he claims you as his own.

"Whose pussy is this?" he growls.

"It's yours!" you scream without shame.

He pounds into you with an unbridled ferocity.

"That's right," he grunts.

And with every thrust, every moan that escapes your lips, you know that you belong to him completely

Arthur's relentless thrusts drive you wild with pleasure, each powerful movement sending shockwaves through your body. You cling to him desperately, your nails raking down his back as you match his irratic rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your breathless moans and Arthur's guttural groans.

"You feel so good, darlin'," he growls in your ear, his hot breath fanning across your flushed skin. "So tight and wet for me."

His words send another jolt of arousal through you, and you clench around him involuntarily. Arthur hisses in response, his hips stuttering for a moment before resuming their punishing pace.

"That's it," he encourages, one hand snaking between your bodies to rub tight circles on your sensitive bud. "Let go for me, sweetheart."

"Please, fill me with your hot cum," you beg, voice trembling with desire.

His lips curl into a smirk as he teases, "You want my cum inside that pretty lil pussy?"

Without hesitation, you nod eagerly and thrust your hips into his with a desperate need. Arthur's composure crumbles as he becomes a moaning mess above you, his sweat dripping onto your face as both of you lose yourselves in the moment. Your mouths hang open, drooling as your bodies move in perfect harmony.

Seizing control, you hold your own thighs up and allow Arthur to press his hands onto the mattress, his weight surrendering on top of you. A gasp escapes your throat as the tip of his cock hits against your cervix, sending electric shocks through your body.

"Yes, give it to me all, Arthur! Fill me up!" You cry out, urging him on as you feel yourself being pushed over the edge. In a frenzy of passion, your tongues tangle together in sloppy kisses as he finally gives in and releases himself inside you. It feels like every inch of your body is on fire, consumed by the intense passion between you.

Arthur's hot, thick cum fills your swollen pussy, and you both watch in awe as he pulls out, leaving a trail of sticky strands that connect the two of you. He playfully slaps the tip of his still-hard cock against your slick folds, eliciting shivers of pleasure throughout your body. With gentle circles and flicks, he teases your throbbing clit, sending electric pulses of desire through every inch of you. Your voice is caught in your throat. Eyes sealed shut as he leans forward, kissing your face so intently.

"You did so good, my sweet girl." Arthur's praises are filled with admiration for you. You lean in and kiss him lazily, still feeling the intensity of it all. "Do you think our neighbors are angry with us?" you ask, your voice strained from the relentless moaning that just moments ago filled the room.

Arthur chuckles, his hand gently stroking your back. "Probably," he replies, "can't deny we gave them quite a show."

Playfully slapping his chest, you sink into his embrace as he wraps his arm around your waist. Resting your head on his chest, you feel comforted by the steady rhythm of his beating heart. Tracing half circles along his abdomen, you look up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Should we give them an encore then?" you suggest with a sly smile.

[apricot-blossomss]

☛ the moment they realize they are in love with f! reader [apollo, eros, hermes, ares x reader]

☀️ APOLLO falls for you when he hears you sing

☛ there was nothing you would rather do on a sunday afternoon than have an exhausted god resting on your lap and running your fingers through his hair. right after coming home from his godly duties, apollo had swept you away to this remote flower field in the mortal realm. a glistening stream splashed lightly in your ears as you watched apollo, the way the sun kissed his cheeks and showed his freckles, the way he seemed to glow with a golden hue. his divinity on full display, and at the same time, the visible tiredness made him look more human.

subconsciously, you started humming a tune. a lullaby for your sleeping god as your fingers drew small circles on his scalp. in his slumber, a little huff left his lips that fanned your wrist and you smiled affectionately. it was almost too natural, the way your tune turned into a melody and the way that your humming turned into words, but you couldn't help a grin when you serrated to sing in a low voice. "here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun..."

when apollo was around, poets got inspired, artists creative and people couldn't get catchy melodies out of their heads. wherever he went, he often left the mortals singing and dancing. if he did not say so himself, his voice was ethereal, the most beautiful tune one's ear could ever be blessed with, captivating, divine, amazing. he used to think his was and would always be the most perfect voice in the world, but the one filling his ears as he slowly regained consciousness shook him to his very core.

it only took him a few seconds to realize he was listening to you, singing to him. though a little hushed, your voice was stunning to him, the most ethereal tune and he was definitely not biased. you were ethereal. feeling your soft fingers in his hair, listening to your melodic voice, it was heaven to him. when he carefully cracked his eyes open, you were hovering over him with your adoring eyes and beautiful smile.

as soon as he opened his eyes though, you fell silent and averted your eyes. unfortunately, you misinterpreted his frown for judgement of your very much imperfect vocal abilities and your embarrassment worsened even further. to sing in the presence of the god of music- what had you been thinking? "sorry," you chuckled and looked away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"why'd you stop?" surprised, you looked down at the god and swallowed, seeing his clear green eyes. wondering how to convey the obvious, that being your mediocre singing abilities, you big your lip and looked away, when you heard him hum. his voice was a soft, melodic whisper until he started to gently continue the tune. "little darlin', it's been a long, cold, lonely winter. little darlin', it feels like years since it's been here" his voice stunned you. it was beyond beautiful, beyond pleasing. when you began to well up at it's perfection, you felt silly, but your heart clenched and fluttered hearing him sing.

but he didn't continue, looking at you expectantly, like he was waiting for you to do something. correctly interpreting his body language, you gasped. "no-"

"yes!" he cut you off, sounding delighted and a little deranged. with one fluid motion, he sat up and reached for your clasping hands.

"you should be ashamed of yourself, that you want me to embarrass myself like that," you snorted and looked to the side, avoiding eye contact. "truly, you are cruel."

"embarrass yourself?" he asked, and again with those furrowed brows. "darling, that was beautiful."

light, warm fingers came up to trace your features gently and you saw no lie in his eyes. "you are biased," you accused him and pushed against his chest because him being so near made you unable to think straight. like a strong parfume, sweet but messing with all other senses.

"maybe," apollo smiled. he was resting on his back once more and he hadn't once enjoyed being pushed into a flower field like right now. "but that's how I hear it. and, last time i checked, i'm still the god if music so i would say i have some authority in the matter." his finger came up to trace your lips and his gaze got so heavy and so ... heated that blood shot like hot water into your cheeks. "sing with me?"

well, how could you possibly refuse him when he was looking at you like that? "i- but only a little," you said, feeling shy. "and if you make fun of me I swear, I will never sing again!"

"what a loss for the world and, more importantly, for me that would be," the sun god smiled and his eyes trailed down to your lips. "well, then.. sing, lover"

and when you gave up your resolve and sang the refrain with him, his heart burst with giddiness and he knew; he was head over heels in love with you.

💘EROS falls for you when you give him valentine chocolates

☛ valentine's day was the busiest day of the year for eros, so it was no surprise that he arrived late to your date when he usually was the first of you two at everything. after he spammed your phone with a thousand apology texts about how he was a horrible date and offering to drown himself in tartarus for eternity if you asked for it, he did manage to get his job done for the day and was now sprinting towards you, nearly trampling a satyr waiter of the cafe you a made a reservation at.

at least the view of him toppling over and trying not to destroy the valentine decorations with his wings was easing your nerves a little. you had been fawning over the god for a while now and when he asked you out two days ago, you nearly combusted with excitement. at the same time, though, eros had the tendency to make you very flustered. even though you had known him for years, your breath still got shaky and your hands sweaty whenever he so much as smiled at you.

like right now, when he spotted you from across the room and sent a bashful smirk your way. Under the table, your hands tightened around the heart-shaped box of valentine chocolates and you beamed back, unable to contain the happiness you felt.

"i am so unspeakably sorry i'm late," he panted upon arriving at the table. checking his reflection in the nearby mirror subtly, he ran his hand through his bronze locks and flashed you a seductive grin, though he still seemed a little out of breath. "tell me how to make it up to you."

"you're only ten minutes late," you smiled as your insides fluttered. his damn smile made your stomach do cartwheels.

"ten minutes i didn't get to spend with you," he argued and only now let his gaze wonder over the parts of your body visible. "love, you look beautiful. can't believe i've missed out on this sight"

damn charmer.

"speaking of beautiful," he continued and reached down to pull a giant flower bouquet out of nowhere, in your favorite color. "though it doesn't come close to your beauty, it reminded me of you."

by now you were just as red as the rose decorations. shyly, you stretched your arms out over the table to take the bouquet. "busy day?" you asked, placing it beside you and picking out a particularly colorful flower to put behind your ear.

"you would not believe how many arrows i shot today," he said, reaching over to take your hand over the table. "apparently, everyone is just as head over heels for a wonderful person in their life as I am"

you didn't know what in the world to answer with. a love declaration? just smiling? saying thank you? you opted instead to reach under the table and pull out the valentines chocolates. it was a pink box, you picked it specifically because it had a little cupid drawing on top. "i hope you like chocolates."

"oh, i love-" eros gaze dropped to the heart shaped box and suddenly, his heart seized. as if he had just been shot by his own arrow. you had given him valentine chocolates. cute. he couldn't explain why his tummy exploded with butterflies at the simple action but he felt the blood rush to his cheeks. he had to remember to breathe and when he did, he breathed out "-you."

🪽HERMES falls for you when you kiss him on the cheek

☛ "when are you finished?" hermes whined for the fifth time in the last minute and pulled his lips into a pout. the only acknowledgment coming from you was a deadpan stare over the edge of your book. not only had he come by unannounced and without a reason, now he was annoying you in your scheduled reading time. and as if that wasn't bad enough, he also looked so cute doing it you felt the urge to kick his face that currently invaded your private zone by burying itself in your tummy.

"come back in half an hour and maybe i'll be finished then," you murmured, already invested in your book again.

"half an hour?!" hermes cried dramatically and sneaked his arms around your waist. "but I'm busy!"

"hm, is that right?" you sighed and nudged his shoulder. "get back to work and leave me alone, then."

"come on," he said and a sly smile took over his face. "dont'cha want to come with me? fly over a few countries, live in the flash for a day... it would be far more exciting than your book!"

"my book is very exciting," you mumbled, already caught up in the story again. not for long, though, as hermes began to complain under his breath, muffled by your belly that still served as his pillow. you peaked past your book and couldn't help but find the sight utterly endearing. when he looked up, you quickly hid behind your book again and heard him laugh.

your face burned up when the affectionate god sat up, only to prop himself down next to you and lean his head on your shoulder. "do you know for how long you have been reading this one page? ten minutes,"

"oh, and why might that be?" you grinned, though his teasing tone tinted your cheeks pink. "maybe because this pain-in-the-ass of a god won't leave me alone."

"admit it, you have fallen for me," he retorted, poking your side with his deft fingers. "and you will miss me dearly when i am gone, impatiently awaiting my return so i can whisk you away as i do in your daydreams."

"well, you are quite the dreamer," you mused and put your book down. "let's make a deal. today i read this book, tomorrow i am all yours. 'mkay?" and to silence any further protests, you pressed a kiss to his cheek and pushed him off the bed.

you expected a retort, another teasing comment, anything, which was why you were confused by the following silence. looking over the edge of your bed, you found him sitting there, looking up at you dumb-struck and with very rosy cheeks. the spot where you had kissed him tingled and hermes head was wiped clean of any funny reply, just full of you, you, you and the feeling of your lips on his cheek.

"i- okay," he finally managed to say and walked over to your windows with weak knees. falling for him my ass. he was head over heels in love with you.

🗡️ARES falls for you when you slap someone

☛ your smile was so tight your cheekbones were aching, but you kept your calm. if ares, who would yell at a pigeon staring at him in the park and almost give your mom a heart attack when he started a fight at the last family get-together you invited him to, could restrain himself right now, you could as well. firsthand, you knew how protective ares was of his friends and family, you belonging to the former. for him to not remodel the face of your ex whom your mom had invited to her birthday party and who had cheated on you twice, it had to take a lot of meditation and begging from you.

but now it looked like you were about to violate your own principles. by violating the absolute train wreck of a bad person that was your ex. luckily, ares was in some other corner of the room, having a stare-down with your dad, but you felt like you could mess this man up real good even without his help. you were really not one for violence -ignoring the odd choice of plus one- but right now you felt rage burn inside you as this pathetic excuse of a man tried to rile you up to boost his ego.

"listen, i think i'm going to go grab me a drink now," you said, overplaying your anger with a stiff politeness this piece of trash didn't deserve. "nice talk."

"yeah, whatever," the guy drawled. "back to that hunk of a date you brought, huh? i see your going for the looks now. not that you ever cared about anything else, you girls are all the same."

"if i was going off of looks i would have never dated you," you bit back and turned around to leave when his sweaty hand closed around your wrist tightly. "hey, let go!" you hissed but he didn't budge, only stepping closer so all you could smell was his excessive deodorant.

"what, does he fuck better than me?" he snarled and lowered his voice. the hand that wasn't holding your wrist hostage wandered down your back where you definitely didn't want it. "wanna give it a second try?"

SMACK

before you yourself knew it, you had struck him across the face with your free hand, resulting in a sound that made the room fall silent, all eyes in you two. as your ex stumbled back, he let go of your wrist and you locked eyes with ares, expecting him to jump at the opportunity for a fight. but instead, you only saw him looking at you, with a sort of awe-struck expression that really didn't suit the occasion.

you lifted your chin, shouldered your purse and brushed past ares as you hastily walked towards the exit. ares had to collect himself before following you. your anger, that fire in your eyes, the way you had struck this pathetic mortal man- it was more than hot. oh he definitely was in love with you. he would deal with this piece of crap later. now, all he wanted was to follow you to his car, follow you anywhere, as long as it was with you.

[axxa-the-allikatt]

PILLOW PRINCESS~

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Trust, these are 3 am thoughts and I barely understood it when I reread it, probably cuz my brain was already asleep. So if you understand it, hope you enjoy 🫠.

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Top Male reader X Dom boyfriend Nagi Seishiro

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Nagi was a sub top in the relationship. At least that’s what everyone expected.

M/n had the same expectations, until him and Nagi had actually gotten into bed for the first time, drunk and mindless. It had begun with Nagi leaning in for a rough kiss, hastily swallowing M/n’s tongue. Before M/n could figure out what was going on, he’d felt his back crashing against the wall, leaving him breathless, both due to the force and the unusually greedy kisses.

Now, as M/n’s hands gripped the white haired boy’s lean hips, he heard the boy let out a high pitched moan into the kiss. After what felt like an eternity, Nagi finally pulled back, his hands messily tangled around the taller boy’s neck, before he began leaving feathery kisses along M/n’s jaw, down to his collar bone, then farther down his torso, until the white haired boy was on his knees, looking up at M/n through hazy, lust filled eyes.

“Mhmm~ Lemme suck you off? Pretty please?~” he whimpered, his hands clenching by his thighs, his expression making M/n lose any shred of self control. “Go on, pretty boy~” M/n cooed, but made no attempt to take off his trousers. Nagi leaned forward, pressing his cheek against M/n’s inner thigh, as he bit onto the zipper, pulling it down using his teeth, then pulling down the boxers, as M/n’s cock sprang up slightly.

Nagi stuck his tongue out, licking the tip, eliciting a low moan from M/n. Little by little, he took it into his hot, wet mouth, until he was sloppily bobbing his head up and down the taller boy’s now rock hard cock, mouth barely going past half of the length before it grazed the back of his throat, his gag reflexes kicking in.

He brought up his hands, wrapping them around the remaining length, moving them in rhythm with his pretty pink lips. M/n’s hands were tangled in his fluffy hair, gripping it with such force, as though his soul would fly away if he didn’t. Nagi’s little moans and gags vibrated against his shaft, sending shivers up his spine, as he felt the heat pooling inside him.

As M/n felt his mind start to get mushier than it already was, he sensed the feeling of something wet under his bare feet. Looking down, he realized that Nagi was barely conscious, sticky white liquid dripping down his thighs, collecting on the floor. He let out a frustrated whine, as Nagi tried to pull back. No! Not yet! He was so close!

Grabbing a fist full of his hair, M/n yanked Nagi back, his cock hitting the back of the boy’s throat with such force, it was enough to snap him awake. As Nagi gripped at M/n’s thighs, M/n bucked his hips, reaching for the climax that seemed so close, yet was taking so long, which in reality hit him like a freight train not a minute later.

M/n pulled back, his milky liquid splashing to the floor, a few drops landing on Nagi’s face, which the boy made a show of licking off. Both of them froze as a knock sounded at the door right beside them, bringing them back to reality. An half hour ago, after a get together party, both of them had realised how drunk they were and had booked a hotel room right beside the bar and arcade.

The person at the door knocked again, this time asking out loud whether anyone was inside, and would they like dinner in bed? M/n cleared his throat, before stuttering out a ‘no thanks’ and that they would rather not have dinner. The person at the door replied with an okay and the footsteps disappeared down the hallway.

The two boys let out a sigh neither of them knew they had been holding. “Uhh, well, looks like we’re not going home tonight” M/n muttered, reaching down to pull his pants up. His movements were abruptly stopped as Nagi grabbed his wrists. “Let me ride you? Pretty please?”.

Oh fucking god. Where had he learnt to say pretty please so sweetly? “Are you sure, snowflake? I mean, it’s our first time, you sure you’re not tired?” M/n asked gently , standing back up, hands playing with Nagi’s fluffy hair.

“Mhm~ You always make me feel so good. Lemme do this, N/n?~” He replied, his voice low, what with all that throat fucking.

And who was M/n to say no to his sweet, sweet boyfriend? Especially when he was acting so unusually energetic when it came down to sex.

Oh well, M/n would be more than happy to be a pillow princess if his pretty prince was willing to take the lead.

[b-hell-splashed]

[labratkuma]

Furfur, the winged deer of storms This is my interpretation of him in the key of solomon

Painting process: https://www.tiktok.com/@labratkuma/video/7407533313902087429

[romanticizingacademic]

my top pjo tv show moments so far <3

percy crashing the taxi because he was too busy looking at annabeth's facial expressions

annabeth making her debut as a pickpocket

"i'm okay" through the tears because oh my god

percy falling off the st. louis arch into the water then the ep ending

grover emotionally manipulating the god of war

clarisse getting accused for being the lightning thief when all she did was try and get her father's love

WISE GIRL AND SEAWEED BRAIN

luke calling percabeth an old married couple

grover releasing animals on las vegas with no concern

percy singing grover's friendship song

annabeth's monologue to hephaestus

percy flossing and pissing in capture the flag

percy thinking the god of disappointment would be his dad

percy sassing the gods

rick riordan fully slandering the pjo movies

percy and annabeth's conversation before percy sits in the gold chair

what is love by haddaway playing in the tunnel of love ride

annabeth not being able to choose snacks at the gas station

ares being a canon twitter troll

"if i had to stick with anyone, i-"

annabeth and grover splashing fountain water on percy in public

percy indirectly asking annabeth on a movie date

THE HUG?? and later releasing the full shot showing HE HUGGED HER BACK

um sorry that was a lot also it's not nearly everything but enjoy i guess! also this was more like my pjo tv show roman empires

[nba24highlights]

AUSTIN REAVES ANOTHER CLUTCH SPLASH3! 🥶💦NBA PLAYOFFS GAME 1 LAKERS VS NUGGETS #splash #splash3 #fypシ #fyp #viral #lakersvsnuggets #nuggetsvslakers #denvernuggets #losangeleslakers #reaves #ar #nbaplayoffs2023 #nba #nba24highlights #nbahighlights #CapCut #austinreaves #capcut

[imninahchan]

⌜ 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐒: esteban!maridinho dilf pai de menina, contexto de divórcio, size kink, shower sex, manhandling, dirty talk, degradação, choking(?), vou colocar “hate sex” entre aspas mas vcs vão entender o q eu quero dizer, sexo sem proteção [proibido em 203883929 países] ˚ ☽ ˚.⋆ ⌝

꒰ 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑨 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑨 ꒱ ehghhjhjk

𓍢ִ໋🀦 HONESTAMENTE, NÃO PARECE QUE VOCÊ E ESTEBAN ESTÃO SE DIVORCIANDO ─────

Quer dizer, estão pensando em um divórcio. Sabe como é... estão indo devagar com isso, não é uma situação fácil, e vocês querem amenizar ao máximo para as crianças.

Ele levou alguns dos pertences de volta pra casa dos pais, a parte dele do guarda-roupa está praticamente vazia. Às vezes, dorme por lá, e você explica que ‘o papai está na casa da vovó, amanhã ele volta’ pras meninas, ao colocá-las na cama no lugar do pai. E, nas outras vezes, ele está em casa com vocês.

Traz as gêmeas direto da escola, segue a rotina como estão acostumados. Você escuta as risadinhas ecoando do banheiro, os splashes de água caindo pra fora da banheira, a melodia de músicas infantis em espanhol. Por um momento, seu coração se aperta. Vai ser difícil lidar com a distância quando estiver com elas de volta ao Brasil, feito vem pensando nas últimas semanas. Se pergunta se vale mesma a pena acabar com tudo agora, mas é que estão brigando tanto... Tudo parece desandar, nada em sincronia como no começo. E um ambiente instável não é o melhor para as meninas.

— Pode me emprestar uma toalha? — Ele retorna para o quarto, depois de colocá-las pra dormir. — Eu não trouxe nada...

Você pega uma das toalhas extra na gaveta. Quando fecha a porta do armário, flagra pelo reflexo no espelho o seu marido retirando a camisa do corpo. Sem perceber o seu olhar, Esteban corre as mãos pelos cabelos, ajeita, leva os dedos até o cós da calça, e a�� você precisa pará-lo.

— Ei — repreende. O tom de quem diz aqui não, poxa.

O homem te encara com os olhos perdidos, de lábios entreabertos. A expressão de quem não sabe o que está fazendo de errado te irrita. Ele é sempre assim, odeia quando faz essa cara porque, por mais que te dê nos nervos, acha tão bonitinha...

— O quê? Não é como se... — tenta te retrucar, só que para na metade da frase. — Eu tô no meu quarto... Tô indo tomar banho... Acha que vou tentar te seduzir, ou algo do tipo?

Primeiro, silêncio. Ambos não sabem qual seria a reposta para a pergunta. Mas, daí, você abaixa a cabeça, um sorriso se estica nos seus lábios e se transforma numa risadinha.

Esteban sorri junto.Tá rindo de quê?, questiona, com uma falsa marra, hein?

— Não iria dar certo? — quer saber, sorrindo mais, pois a sua gargalhada contagia. — Não funcionaria se eu tirasse a roupa na sua frente pra te seduzir? Não te seduziria?

Você cobre o rosto com as palmas das mãos.

— Preferia que arrancasse meus olhos — brinca.

Ele ri sem graça, caçoa, ha ha ha, muito engraçadinha. Nem parece que até mês passado você mesma que tirava a minha roupa, né?

Você acerta a toalha no peitoral dele, faz cara de brava, cerrando o cenho, o punho. De bom humor, no entanto, assim como ele, o qual não deixa a peça cair no chão, arrebita o nariz pontudo no ar, bem com essência de ego inflado pra dizer: ‘minha mãe disse que você é muito burra por querer separar de mim.’

O riso vem natural, só pelo jeito de menino que está arrumando briga na rua no tom de fala. A sua barriga até dói, o corpo encolhendo conforme é tomado pela risada.

— A sua mamãe disse isso, hm? — você reitera, e ele dá de ombros, uhum.

— Você é muito boba, chata, feia — mantém a brincadeira, se aproximando. — Ela disse que eu sou lindo, e que não merecia passar por isso.

— Ah, é? O filhinho da mamãe, olha...

— Vai ser o maior erro da sua vida — deixa a toalha de lado, na beirada da cama de casal. A atenção está toda em você —, é muito tola, estúpida por fazer isso...

— Tô começando a achar que tá se aproveitando pra poder me xingar.

— Jamais — apoia a mão na porta do armário, a figura masculina te fazendo desaparecer, superando a sua —, até porque você gostava quando eu te xingava assim, não é?

— Esteban...

— Quê?

E ele faz de novo. De novo. A maldita carinha de inocente, de quem não sabe o que está fazendo de errado. As pálpebras piscam devagarinho, serenas, a respiração controlada. As linhas do rosto tranquilas, e o olhar doce. Foca nos seus olhos, desvia pelo rosto todo, observando seus detalhes com afeto. Porra, é a mesma expressão que ostentava na face quando te deu o primeiro beijo... Por que ele tem que ser assim, hein? Por que você teve que escolher justo o cara que mais te despertava sensações? Agora não consegue fugir dos encantos dele.

O indicador toca o cantinho do seu rosto, desenha a volta do maxilar até o queixo. As íris castanhas reluzindo ao se deparar com os seus lábios, parece que a mente dele trava uma luta interna contra a vontade de devorá-los. E você nem sabe se permitiria ou não, somente gosta de saber que essa é a energia que te é passada só pela linguagem corporal alheia.

— Tem certeza mesmo que não está tentando me seduzir? — Você pende a cabeça pro lado.

Ele não quebra o contato visual.

— Okay, você me pegou... Estou tentando te seduzir. Tá funcionando?

— Hmmm — você murmura, fingindo pensar, teatral. — É assim que quer resolver a nossa questão?

— Eu já te disse que a gente não precisa passar por isso. — O polegar dele acaricia o seu queixo, os dedos correm pra trás, ajeitando os seus cabelos de forma a expor a curva do seu pescoço. — Tudo vai passar, não quero ficar longe de ti. Você é difícil, mas...

— Eu sou difícil?!

— É — o tom permanece o mesmo, calmo —, e eu te escolhi, não foi? Eu gosto disso. — Escorrega as costas da mão pela extensão do seu pescoço, olhando ora pro carinho que te oferece ora de volta pros seus olhos. — Gosto que as nossas meninas são igualzinhas a mãe delas.

— E você é perfeito, né, Senhor Kukuriczka? — Cruza os braços, com uma certa banca.

Ele tomba de levinho a cabeça, malandro. Uma ação vale mais que mil palavras mas mesmo assim completa minha mãe diz que sim.

Você ri mais uma vez. Não aguenta tamanha bobeira, cobrindo a face masculina com a sua mão, só que o homem mordisca a sua pele, entre os sorrisos, até que você recue.

Esteban te assiste conter a risada, o som alegre da sua voz dando lugar para o silêncio da quarta-feira à noite. Uma quietude que não incomoda, porém. Não é desconfortável. Mas que também cede lugar para que você se perca no jeito que ele te olha de novo. Como respira, zen, os ombros largos subindo e descendo. Os lábios fininhos se separando, ar penetrando para encher os pulmões.

Você perde junto a noção de distância, nem percebe conforme o rosto masculino se inclina pra próximo. Só nota, disparando o coração, quando o movimento do outro braço dele te faz ter a impressão de que vai envolver a sua cintura.

Acontece que Esteban não te toca. Prefere espalmar a mão na porta de madeira do armário, cercando o seu corpo entre ambos os braços dele.

A pontinha do nariz fino, alongado, resvala no seu queixo. Beira o seu lábio inferior, quando risca pra cima, num arfar leve de olho cerrados, mas escorrega pra baixo, livre para percorrer até quase no osso da clavícula porque você verga o pescoço pra trás.

E fica ali. Fica ali um pouquinho, sabe? Só pelo gosto de sentir o aroma da sua pele, por reconhecer o seu calor de alguma forma quando não quer avançar demais numa situação instável no matrimônio feito a que estão. Soprando ar quente, construindo tensão.

De repente, os seus dedos formigam. Inquietos, parecem que só vão sossegar se se apegarem aos cabelos do homem, se apertarem nos ombros, na nuca. Porém, Esteban se afasta, cabisbaixo. Apanha a toalha na cama, suspira. Vou tomar banho.

Você o vê de costas, a figura alta desaparecendo quando se esvai pro banheiro e fecha a porta. Demora a se mover, a se apartar do armário, feito ainda estivesse encurralada, tensa. E, ao finalmente relaxar os músculos, expira todo o ar dos pulmões. Sabe que essa não é a melhor forma de consertar as coisas, mas não é como se ele já não tivesse deixado bem claro desde o começo que não queria se separar. Talvez, só talvez, você devesse...

Sem pensar muito, abre a porta do banheiro, adentra. Vou tomar banho também, anuncia, casual, enquanto puxa a blusa.

O argentino está com a mão no registro, nu, e, também casual como você, volta a atenção ao que estava fazendo antes que você se colocasse no recinto. O som das gotas pesadas chocando no piso do box reverbera, a água cai nos ombros do homem, no peitoral. Se analisar bem, parece que ele está esperando por você.

E não está errada, pois ao pôr os pezinhos no cubículo úmido, os olhos do seu marido estão total dedicados a ti.

— Tá boa? — Você estica a palma da mão para averiguar a temperatura da água, mas nem consegue sentir o calor de uma gotinha pois os dedos do homem tomam o seu pulso.

Esteban te maneja com a facilidade de quem é mais forte e, pior, a experiência de quem já fez isso tantas e tantas vezes. Pega nos seus braços, os isola nas suas costas, prenssando a sua barriga contra o vidro do box. A sua bochechinha espremida na superfície abafada.

Chega pertinho de ti, o nariz encostando na lateral do seu rosto. Não lembro de ter te convidado pra tomar banho comigo.

— Não vim tomar banho contigo — se defende. — Só vim... tomar banho...

Ele tomba a cabeça pro canto, pouco compra a sua fala.

— Claro. — O cantinho da boca repuxa suave num sorrisinho. — Você só veio aqui tomar banho — repete a sua mentira, feito tivesse acreditado nela —, nada demais, não é? Eu sei, nena. Não queria que eu te prendesse assim, queria? — As palavras ecoam baixinhas, sufocadas pelo barulho da água correndo, difíceis de ouvir se não estivessem sendo sussurradas ao pé do seu ouvido. — Hm?

Você murmura de volta, inserta se ecoou um sim ou um não.

— Pois é — ele continua, nesse tom complacentemente dissimulado. Limpa os fios de cabelo que colam nas suas costas úmidas, abre espaço para o roçar da ponta do nariz, dos lábios que deixam um bejinho. — Nem se passava pela sua cabeça a ideia de foder comigo no chuveiro... Aposto que não quer que eu te beije aqui. — Sela a boca no seu ombro, terno. — O que mais não quer que eu faça? Vira. — E ele mesmo gira o seu corpo até encará-lo. Te segura contra o box pelos pulsos. — Não quer um beijo, né? — Os lábios vem pra próximo, chegam a encostar nos seus, encaixar, mas falham na conexão. Não aprofunda, não interliga de verdade. Fica pertinho, testando, como se ensaiasse diversos ângulos nos quais queria estar com a língua fundo na sua boca, sem o fazer. — Não quer isso... Então, o que quer?

Você mal o encara, o olhar caído, retraído, contentando-se com a visão do peitoral molhado. Falta palavras, falta argumentação. Estão mais do que claras as intenções aqui, Esteban alimenta esse joguinho porque já é freguês da dinâmica de vocês. Logo, quando você responde um ‘nada’, é como se estivesse seguindo um roteiro conhecido.

— Não quer nada — ele repete. Corta a atenção de ti só para desligar o registro, daí a mesma mão sobe pelo seu braço, ganha o caminho do seu ombro, os dedos se esticando conforme sobem pela sua garganta e dominam o local. — Deve estar me odiando agora, então.

— É.

— Hm, que peninha... — zomba, crispando os lábios. — Sou muito mal por te segurar assim, não sou? Por falar pra ti que você é uma putinha dissimulada, que veio pra cá com a mente certinha, quando é mentira, né? Cê não é isso.

— Não...

— É, não é, com certeza. Não tá falando baixinho assim porque queria implorar por pica, só que não tá sabendo como dizer... Mírame cuando te hablo. — Levanta o seu olhar, bruto, segurando na sua mandíbula. — Diz pra mim que não quer que eu te foda aqui. Que não quer ficar cheia de porra, e esquecer que sequer pensou em ficar longe de mim. Diz.

— Eu... — você arqueja, antes de conseguir completar o raciocínio. Fecha os olhos, que nem ele, quando a testa encosta na sua. Sente a ereção babando na sua virilha, dura, quente. — Não quero... — nega pra afirmar, com manha. Aperta nos braços dele, o estômago até revirando nessa tensão tão grande. — Caramba, Esteban — desabafa, frustrada —, eu te odeio real, nossa... Me fode.

Ainda de olhos fechados, ele sorri, canalha. Eu sei, sussurra, eu sei, nena.

Pega na sua coxa, ergue, enquanto te guia com a outra mão na sua cintura até a parede mais próxima, onde cola as suas costas. A precisão com que se choca contra a superfície é bastante pra te fazer gemer, sem vergonha alguma. Sei lá, deve ser muito suja, masoquista, porque vive pela forma com que consegue foder com ele como se não fossem um a alma gêmea do outro, quando é justamente o contrário. O romantismo que trocam entre si é bom, satisfatório, presente, mas tem momentos em que só uma certa gana, um fervor, resolve os sentimentos.

Ele isola as suas mãos na parede, toma a sua boca com um beijo intenso, de fazer os beiços esquentarem, arder de levinho de tão maltratadinhos. A sua perna se enrola na cintura dele, o outro pé fica na pontinha, mantendo o equilíbrio mas disposta a fornecer o melhor ângulo pro homem se pôr pra dentro logo.

Esteban guia a si próprio entre as suas pernas, não precisa romper o ósculo quando tudo que faz é jogar o quadril, depois de bem encaixadinho em ti. Vai o mais fundo que consegue de primeira, desejoso, te fazendo paralisar. Faz algumas semanas que não são íntimos dessa forma, muita desavença e duas crianças requerendo os pais para pensar em sexo. A sensação te acerta em cheio, amolece. O seu interior tão quentinho que se pode considerar febril.

O ritmo que já começa acelerado, necessitado. Podem brincar mais, com calma, outra hora, a noite é longa afinal, agora tudo que precisam é estar junto um do outro, com rispidez, sem um pingo de educação, porque a ânsia de devorar sapateia na sensibilidade.

Ele esconde o rosto no seu ombro, ofegando. A outra mão vindo da sua cintura direto para apertar o seu seio com tanta força que a dor te faz contrair de tesão, lamuriar o nome dele com o maior dengo que consegue. E quando a mão chega no seu pescoço mais uma vez, você tem certeza que vai chorar de tão satisfatório que o combo indelicado de toques se faz.

Honestamente, nem parece que você e Esteban estão pensando em se divorciar.

[reidshearts]

Picture 1, summer lake party!

You had just turned 16 when you had finally been granted permission to stay out later and attend one of the infamous lake parties hosted by head councillors and the older campers. Your older siblings in the Ares cabin had prepped you of the activities that took place and what not to do to embarrass the Ares name. For example when one of your brother, Aiden had snuck in weed and accidentally misplaced it before realising, after Chiron had caught them, the wood nymphs had stolen it and … well they were forbidden to tell the rest by Mr D!

After many hours of changing outfits with your Clarisse's opinions, you had decided on a pink floral two piece swim costume before layering a cute tank top and your favourite denim shorts.

You gave yourself some encouragement in the mirror before heading down to the lake after your siblings, not before hugging Clarisse goodbye seeing as she was too young to attend.

Noticing a few crowds already scattered across the area. You paused, realising the only people you knew closely had already begun to mingle and join their friends. Of course this wasn't a good idea, there was no point trying to fit in with your siblings friend groups, they would reject you after noticing you weren't like them. Not brave like Lena, as pretty as Clarisse but you were too emotional and sensitive no matter how many times you had tried to change. You would never have the confidence.

Preparing to leave you had turned on your heels before a warm hand took a hold of your shoulder, forcing you to turn around and an unfamiliar voice spoke.

"I am so sorry i didn't mean to startle you, just wanted to see if you were okay was all"

After realising this person had meant no harm you noticed it was Luke, a son from the Hermes cabin. Smiling softly you admire his soft features, from his onyx curls to his mesmerising jawline.

Luke chuckled breaking you from your stare, of course he had also admired you however he had learnt to be more subtle.

"Sorry your...", you clear you throat and decide not to continue your trail of thoughts, "Oh yea I'm peachy just going to head back to my cabin, get some beauty sleep yanno?"

"You only just got here"

"You stalking me Luke?"

"Nope, just observant but I think I've been more subtle than you, my eyes are up here sweetheart"

You turned your head trying to hide you growing smile however your plan failed when your eyes met his again.

"C'mon you have to actually be by the lake to say you came to one of these things!", Luke exclaimed before giving you his best smile, saved for his favourite people and holding out his hand for you take take.

You threw your head back with a huff giving in and reluctantly placing your hand in his. He had definetly then suprised you when you were suddenly launched forwards trying to catch up with his running further towards the lake.

Luke made his way with his hand in yours towards the furthest end of the lake where only few campers sat, slowing his pace as he got closer. You couldn't help but admire the lake as, forgetting it's beauty in the glowing sunset. Trees scattered the landscape and vines dripped from the high branches creating curtains that sun snuck through and highlighted rows of hyancinths and tulips. This was beautiful you thought.

You were truly magnificent Luke thought, his gaze admiring you and your actions. Your hands were still clasped together as Luke softly pulled you down to sit on the nearest picnic blanket with him. It was an intimate moment, both sitting side by side, thighs touching as you got lost in conversation.

Time slipped by and you both hadn't noticed how campers had began to make their ways back to their cabins, only a few including you two still stayed. The moon had now shone down reflecting light against the lake waters.

"I love the lake like this", you expressed, "the most peaceful it probably is all day" recalling the number of people who swam and splashed in it earlier the evening.

"Are we personifying the lake now?", Luke teased.

"No, doof you know what I mean"

"Like you wanna capture it and keep it in your pocket?"

"Yea, well maybe not my pocket but a pretty box would be nice", you replied with a soft grin, your features were lit up by the night sky.

"Well then why don't we", he suggested.

Before you could question him, he was already calling out to another camper who he had seen previously to have a polaroid camera with her. The girl wondered over with a grin, pleased to capture a cute moment between the two of you. Luke pulled you closer, hand around respectfully around your back and your head dropping onto his shoulder.

"Cheese!", the girl exclaimed and you gave your best smile hoping Luke was doing the same, "Awh that was so cute guys, here you go, keep it safe".

She handed over the polaroid photo to you carefully before skipping back towards her friend group. Waving it around in the air you impatiently waited for the picture to develop.

"Shit, we should probably head back, the last group is leaving now, ready?", Luke jumped to his feet while lending out his hand to you.

"Thank you kind sir", you replied letting him pull you up, holding the polaroid tightly in one hand and keeping his in yours as you wandered back through the woods. The walk wasn't long and seemed to have unfortunatley quickened as you both shared whispers, hoping to not wake the sleeping campers with loud voices.

Standing in front of your cabin with a blush and a honest smile was not how you anticipated the night to end when you first arrived at the lake. But you weren't disappointed.

"I had a nice time", Luke spoke, matching your smile.

"Me too"

Your hands were both still tightly strung together before you reluctantly let go, leaving a final squeeze.

"Night Luke"

"Night sweetheart", he gave you a brief kiss on your forehead before making his way back to his cabin, looking back twice as he watched you open the cabin door.

With one final glance over your shoulder you quietly shut the cabin door and head to your bunk. Thankfully not dropping the polaroid in your fingers you figured it had probably developed by now. Holding it up your smile only grew wider. You had a smile on your face in the picture and where you had expected to see Luke's also towards the camera it was not. His eyes glued to you, leaning on his shoulder, and had a soft smile, admiration only seen.