#thanatos x reader smut

[shadowdaddies]

In Your Dreams

Apollion x Reader x Thanatos smut

A/N: after reading HOFAS, I couldn't resist writing about the Princes of Hel, aka the ultimate shadow daddies

warnings: smut, mmf, oral f! receiving, oral m!receiving, p in v sex, shadow play, sensory deprivation, rough sex, electro-stimulation, blood, is this monster fucking? they're kind of incubus-esque

A weight at the end of your bed woke you, eyes fluttering open to see a familiar face studying you. Apollion’s black eyes flicked over your body, head tilting in an unsettlingly smooth motion that sent a shiver down your spine.

You dared an exasperated sigh, leveling your gaze with the prince’s. “Couldn’t let me sleep in peace for one night, could you? Are my dreams more interesting than whatever duties you have in Hel?” 

A ghost of a smile flashed across Apollion’s lips, his leathery wings flaring slightly behind him at your overt disrespect. “You are certainly of interest to me,” he retorted, stern expression giving nothing away. 

You opened your mouth to question what the prince meant by that, when another figure materialized at the foot of your bed. With a gasp, you tucked your knees to your chest as swirling darkness slowly transformed into another male, tall with black curly hair, his dark eyes matching Apollion’s as he watched you with a vague sense of interest.

Apollion showed neither surprise or bother at the male’s appearance, simply offering a nod of greeting before turning back to face you. Tugging your covers towards yourself, you made a feeble attempt at covering yourself from the stranger. “And who do you think you are, coming into my room, my dreams?” you demanded.

A flicker of amusement flashed in his eyes, your cheeks reddening in response as you felt his power ripple through the room, realization of how powerless you were in this situation hitting you like a shockwave.

He must have recognized your embarrassment, mouth ticking up slightly as he rumbled in a deep voice, “You may call me Thanatos. I am a Prince of Hel.” Lightning sparked down his toned arms as he spoke, stopping your heart as you tried to hide the fear from your face.

“Helfire,” he murmured, softer this time. At your look of confusion, the handsome male amended, “it is not lighting. It is Helfire,” he explained, holding up one hand to demonstrate the bright power. Apollion’s darkness swirled around him where he sat, creating a maelstrom of power, a dark storm that both stole the air from your lungs and charged the energy in the room.

As they drew in their powers, the air in the room settling, you had the frightening realization. Your wild gaze turned to Thanatos, the male fully smirking at you this time as he merely nodded in confirmation of your suspicions. “I didn’t say ‘lightning’,” you breathed. “Can you read my thoughts?”

Thanatos took two steps closer to you, his large form towering over where you sat on the bed. “Yes,” he drawled, gaze flicking to Apollion’s before he continued. “I have heard every dirty, sinful thought you’ve had about my brother.” He showed no mercy, no pity towards your mortified expression. “And every thought about myself since I arrived, for that matter. Not that I had to. We can smell your desire, it’s quite sweet. No wonder that my brother finds his way here so often.”

You looked to Apollion, your heart pounding as you suddenly became aware of your flush, the slick between your legs, your heavy breasts. His expression hadn’t changed, black eyes still watching you with that predatory stillness. Nervously biting your lip, you subtly rolled your hips against the mattress in an attempt at relief, your arousal building much more quickly now in the presence of both of them.

“But you... you are not an incubus?” you questioned, anxiously watching as Apollion’s wings twitched behind him.

Thanatos scoffed at your side. “No, we do not require your pleasure for our survival.”

“But all creatures of Hel - lesser, or most powerful - acquire... a strength, of sorts, from that pleasure,” Apollion murmured, his nostrils flared, chest heaving. It was the most expressive you had ever seen him, clearly overcome with his hunger. His desire, for you.

“Is that why you continue to show up in my dreams? You are drawn to my... pleasure?” you managed to ask. 

Apollion’s gaze raked down your form, as though he could sense how you were fighting not to reach out and touch him. “As I said before, I find you interesting. The potential of bringing you pleasure is one aspect of that.”

You turned to see Thanatos, who had somehow moved even closer to your side, less than an arm’s length away. He smiled down at you, pointed teeth bared in an expression that should have been frightening. “My interest in you is purely carnal. I’ve scented you on my brother, your arousal clinging to him even in Hel. It is tempting.” He clicked his tongue, sizing you up like a meal set before him.

Shaking off the thrill that sent down your spine, you looked between the two princes. “So, what do you want from me, then?”

Apollion’s eyes flickered, his dark aura growing as he leaned closer to you. “Permission. We need permission to touch you,” he breathed, his warm, rich voice like a balm to your fried nerves. Biting back a whimper at their desperate gazes, you nodded.

“You may touch me, please,” you agreed, sitting up and letting the covers drop. Neither prince spared a glance at the nightgown that clung to your body, Apollion instead reaching out a gentlemanly hand - an invitation for you to accept. 

The moment you set your hand in his, his darkness consumed the room, your surroundings disappearing as you were sucked into a dark void. You could see nothing, only feeling your lack of clothing, hearing the soft breathing of the two demons at your front and back.

Apollion’s hand released your own, sliding up your arm to rest above your heart. A dizzying sort of pleasure muddled your thoughts, bones feeling weak as Apollion groaned in front of you, the grip of his hand on your chest growing stronger.

“Good girl,” Thanatos whispered, and you felt his naked body press against yours from behind, his hands supporting your waist. Your hair was swept to the side, Thanatos raking his sharp teeth over your neck, small droplets of blood quickly lapped up with a groan. 

Apollion’s hand moved from your heart, joining his other as they toyed with your nipples, his mouth alternating sucking and licking on each sensitive bud. With a lewd moan, your legs gave out from the pleasure, but instead of falling to the ground, you found yourself lifted in the air. 

You were weightless, floating in this dark void with no eyesight, the brushing of the princes’ bodies against yours the only sign that you were levitating, suspended in the air as Apollion switched placed with Thanatos. Thanatos’s hands slid up your calves, spreading your legs as he moved in between them, the feeling of his warm breath on your inner thighs.

The princes moved in tandem, Apollion’s teeth moving to the same spot on your neck where Thanatos had marked you moments prior, as Thanatos dove into your slick cunt. A moan left your lips, back arching and eyes rolled back as Thanatos’s warm tongue flicked over your clit, sharp teeth nibbling softly as he sucked on the swollen bud. 

Warmth trickled down your neck where Apollion held your head, licking and sucking down to your shoulder. His hands twined around your chest, pinching and rolling your nipples between nimble fingers as Thanatos continued his assault on your pussy.

A finger rubbed gently along your folds, slipping into your aching cunt with ease. Obscene wet sounds echoed through the dark space, heat rising to your cheeks as Thanatos slipped in another finger, cooing to you, “don’t be embarrassed, little one.” He curled his fingers against your sensitive walls, your breaths shuddering as you mewled at his expert touch. “Good girl, let us hear those delicious sounds.”

Apollion chuckled from wherever he was behind you, and you could feel his eyes on your body as you clenched around Thanatos’s fingers. “She’s close,” he murmured, and Thanatos hummed as though he had been waiting for that signal.

You screamed at the sudden shock of pleasure that traveled from Thanatos’s tongue, straight to your clit as he sent you spiraling over the edge into your orgasm. Stars danced in your vision, the only source of light as you moaned, babbling incoherently as the prince worked you through your high.

“That is Helfire,” Thanatos murmured, smugness lacing his tone as you struggled to catch your breath. You heard the demons shifting again, and a small yelp escaped you as you were flipped over onto your hands and knees, completely disoriented in this suspended state of darkness.

Apollion’s familiar hands slid up the backs of your thighs, thumbs spreading your ass open before sliding a finger up your dripping slick. The prince groaned behind you, the sound of him sucking on your juices causing you to clench around nothing. 

A gentle but firm hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face forward. “Open up,” Thanatos spoke in a low rumble, and you obeyed without question, tongue out as you awaited, eager to please. Precum dripped onto your tongue as the head of his cock pressed into your lips, the demon groaning in pleasure as you sucked the tip, flicking your tongue along his slit. 

You leaned forward, hands searching for purchase on Thanatos’s hips as you aimed to take him deeper into your mouth. His cock pushed past your lips, hitting the back of your throat just as you felt Apollion’s hand spreading you further, rubbing his erection against your folds. 

Your moan turned to a gag around Thanatos’s thick length, tears pricking at your eyes as the demon prince’s hands guided your jaw to take him even further. “Relax,” he commanded, tapping your throat. Willing yourself to relax, the prince hummed his approval as he slid fully in your throat, your nose pressed against his lower abdomen. “Stay still. Let us do the work,” he murmured, withdrawing his hips slowly.

He thrust back into your mouth at the same time Apollion pushed into your hips, both princes seated fully inside of you. You practically melted, thankful for whatever dark forces held you up as the two of them began thrusting together inside of you, your wanton moans muffled by Thanatos’s cock down your throat. 

Silky tendrils like wisps of air circled soothing motions over your body, the cool breeze undulating over your peaked nipples, your swollen clit. You were sent over the edge again, overstimulation wracking through you as the demons continued to use you for their pleasure. 

Thanatos twitched in your mouth, tilting your chin up as he said, “swallow it” - your only warning before he spilled down your throat. You swallowed eagerly, tongue flicking out as you collected his remaining seed. The scene must have sent Apollion over the edge, his hips stuttering before he came behind you with a roar.

Your muscles were limp, hardly more than a rag doll as strong arms picked you up bridal style. You were vaguely aware of being back in your bedroom, Apollion pulling the covers over you as Thanatos watched with mild interest.

The demon princes stepped back, darkness beginning to envelop the both of them. “You’re leaving?” you managed to mumble, eyes straining to focus on the pair. 

The corner of Apollion’s mouth ticked up, Thanatos’s eyes shimmering with amusement. “Don’t worry, little one. We’ll be back soon.”

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You awoke the next morning, breath catching in your lungs as you recalled last night’s dream - but it felt too real to be a dream. Kicking off your covers, you tumbled out of bed, still clad in your nightgown. You shook your head, taking a large sip of water from the glass next to your bed as you tried to erase the disappointment that it was in your head.

Sighing, you padded into the bathroom, turning on the water for your shower when you felt a soreness on your neck. Hissing at the dull pain, you turned to the bathroom mirror, recognizing the pain as from the same spot where Thanatos and Apollion had bitten you in your dream. But in that spot, etched into your skin like a healing scar, was an eight-pointed star.

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[idyllcy]

insufferable - thanatos x reader (kinktober prompt 2: hate sex)

"You're insufferable." Thanatos huffs, hand on the back of your neck as he forces your cheek into the wall, hands turning your skin dark with death where he placed them, tainting that life of yours that still seemed so radiant in the afterlife.

Olympus knows which crevice of the underworld you're being fucked in, your vision splotchy from the lack of air, skin burning from the touch of death. You pant and gasp for air, Thanatos' pace unrelenting as his hips snap into yours, breath lodged in your throat at how full you feel, hand around your neck definitely not helping. Life should not mingle with death, but truly, not that you had much of a choice.

You're the one who stumbled into the afterworld to find death, after all.

Yet, you're stuck with your cheek pressed to cold marble, ice of death buried deep in you, breeze of death ruining whatever little life you had left in yourself. He had not liked you particularly because you had been so close to his prince, so you settled for staying where you were, letting the prince find you instead. Yet, death had still stopped by to spit dooming words at you when the prince had shown up. You wondered if you should have locked your chamber up.

Well, it seemed to only have spurred death to have you forced into the marble of your temple instead, leading you to where you are. 

His skin is cold against your own, his hands ice against yours.

Even when you cry, intensity of the orgasm a little too much, sniffling as he finishes inside of you, he is still cold.

You are not crying because of how he is mean, it is just cold.

You watch as death falters, his fingers gentle on your skin, tainting it dark as he wipes at your tears, frown on his face.

"You are weak."

"I am not." You swallow. "I am cold."

You are dropped off in Asphodel, sitting by the molten lava as you warm yourself.

"You are quite cruel, darling death."

Thanatos doesn't speak, dropping you back off in your chamber, off with the sound of a bell and warmth on his cheek.

Perhaps you aren't as insufferable as he deems.

[softieyn]

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from eden | myg + jhs

you’ve been in the dark a long time, overworked and exhausted. the only bright point is your gatekeeper, hoseok, your closest friend and the man you love but can’t have. you’ve accepted that loneliness is inevitable for you. when a voice calls to you, though, and moves you so deeply that you rip open the earth to help them, you meet a mint-haired boy that changes everything you thought you knew about your prison. | monsters and gods pt 1 (masterlist)

pairing | yoongi x reader x hoseok

genre/warnings | greek god au, hades!reader, thanatos!hoseok, persephone!yoongi, fluff, angst, smut, mild depictions of violence, mentions of blood (well, blood equivalent, bc gods), pining, depictions of abusive parenting, v v brief panic attack (seriously, I don’t go into a ton of detail, but it’s enough, pls don’t read this if that triggers you at all), love triangle (kind of), polyamory, , mutual masturbation, oral (female receiving), face-sitting, fingering, dick-riding, double penetration, unprotected sex (gods can’t get sti’s but u can! Wrap it b4 u tap it!), creampie, everyone hates Zeus but what’s new, demeter sucks and is the literal worst

word count | 15.6k | cross posted to ao3  monsters and gods masterlis

a/n | hello! i’ve renamed this fic at least ten times, but it’s here!! the first part of monsters and gods!!! i keep seeing hades!yoongi (who i LOVE, don’t get me wrong, seriously you should check out @/seokoloqy’s hades yoongi fics because they’re PHENOM) and while I love hades yoongs, I also keep seeing him in flower crowns and being soft and sweet and, as we know by now, I am ultimately a slut for soft bangtan. so this happened. and then i thought ‘wow this mc is dark af i need some contrast here’ and that’s how thanatos hobi happened, also i couldn’t stop thinking of his Judgement Face, which is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and how fast he switches between that and his smile, plus…..sope, I mean. c’mon. sope. and then it all kinda spiraled into a whole series of fics, only one other of which is even started tho its close to being finished whoops lmao so yeah!!!! pls tell me what u think, i’m not used to writing angst at all, so it may not be suuuuuuper prevalent in this, but i tried!!! also i really recommend listening to hozier while you read it bc i had his first album on repeat while writing it and from eden fits this pretty well imo!!!

It’s dark when you open your eyes. You’ve spent so long down here, you’re used to it, but the shadows always seem to make the air colder than it should be. Though you suppose the land of the dead isn’t supposed to be warm.

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Day Eleven - Double penetration

【Synopsis】 : A creature cursed to wander the earth alone, finds himself falling for a sweet little human that finds peace in the lonely forestry.

『Word count』 : 3.52k

-> Genre: Fantasy. Smut. Fluff. 18+

Pairing: Nāga!Wooyoung x Human!Reader

[Warnings] : Swearing. Sappy shit. Both the reader and Wooyoung come from terrible pasts. Lowkey kinda trauma bonding, whoops. Swearing. Fingering. Pet names, [little mouse. darling]. Wooyoung is cheeky. Stupid jokes. Wooyoung literally rips apart the reader's clothing. Cum play? Crying. Dirty talk. Unprotected sex. Anal. Creampie. Breeding. Clit play. Breast play. sappy thoughts at the end cause I can't help myself.

Networks: @illusionnet @wonderlandnet @atzhouse @cromernet @k-vanity

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In a quiet cottage, nestled snugly between thick forestry and rolling hills, a secret lurked. The townsfolk in the nearby village went about their daily routines, unaware of how extraordinary the beast just beyond the edge of their small community truly was. No, only a mere myth, a story wandered about the homes of these innocent humans. They called him, Thanatos. A god of death. Not many have ever stolen a glimpse of the creature but some have said that his scales glimmer in the fading light and his eyes that shift from emerald green to a golden yellow, were like nothing they had ever seen. He was a creature born of dark magic and mystery. A whisper of legends, hushed tones speaking of a cursed hybrid trapped in the shadows, fleeing from the world that banished him.

But yet, he was far from what the rumours prey told. He was a gentle soul, with a deep yearning for connection. He was lonely.

That was until one dusk, as the forest and the nearby towns grew to slumber. The only noise left was the sounds of crickets and rustling leaves in the shallow wind. Wooyoung had found himself in a secluded watering hole. The air was thick with the scent of wildflowers and fresh moss as he listened to the silver streams gushing off the rock's edge. It was here where he watched you, a local artist with an infectious smile, a beauty unlike any he had ever seen, and a talent so vibrant and captivating. 

You often found yourself venturing into the woods, ignoring the towns' warnings, to draw inspiration from the magicalness of the surroundings. On this particular evening, you had set up your little makeshift mobile studio to try and capture the colours of the twilight sky. Little did you know, Wooyoung was hidden away among the tree, watching instantly as he felt a twist of longing. He knew so much about you, yet so little as well. He knew of your rough childhood as you often sought the little forest creatures for guidance even though you knew they wouldn’t speak back. You chatted to the sleeping fox about your feelings of outcastedness and the emptiness of being different. You didn't have any friends and your family liked to pretend you weren’t there. You were just like him… Lonely.

He watched your delicate fingers dance over the canvas, and your bright love weaved into a spell that drew him in at every flick of your pencil and stroke of your brush. Each evening, Wooyoung returned to the same waterhole, listening to the melody of your tender voice as you sang softly while you created masterpiece after masterpiece. He felt something awaken within him, a burst of emotions he had thought no longer existed. Each time he found you under the cover of night, his heart swelled more as fear gripped him just the same. What would you think if you knew his true nature? Would he be condemned to a life of shadowed solitude, forever an outcast? Forever to watch from beyond. Never to experience a gentle touch.

Days turned into weeks and then weeks became months. You found yourself being almost enchanted by the feeling of being watched. Like the forest itself was alive. You enjoyed that feeling. A feeling of comfort, not loneliness. Unlike being surrounded by the empty eyes of the village, you felt safe among the blind trees. 

The rustle of nature and the flicker of sunlight piercing through the trees ignited the feeling that you were being watched. It was like an unexplained pull to uncover the woodland's secret, and deep in your heart, you knew something mythical was lurking. Something magical, just beyond your vision.

And one faithful evening as dusk settled in, your curiosity overwhelmed you, making you stand up from your work to head towards the waterhole. Your voice ran through the dense forest, making all the creatures within know your presence, "I know you're there. Why are you hiding?"

To your surprise, Wooyoung, who was trembling with equal fear and desire you felt at this exact moment. He revealed himself from the comfortable shadows with arms raised high in defeat. But the moment his eyes met yours, the air tightened with an unspoken tension. A connection of souls. Your breath hitched, catching in your throat, but instead of having an overwhelmingness sense of fear like most people would feel when seeing such a creature, her heart swelled with anticipation and compassion.

"Please..D-do not be scared." He said as if he was waiting for you to flee back to your town. His voice is smooth, gentle even. Something you've never heard from a man before. "I promise I won't harm you."

"Who are you?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes shone with awe and curiosity as you took in every detail of the man in front of you.

"I'm Wooyoung..." he spoke with caution, "Most know me as Thanatos. A creature of magic and myth." He admitted, his voice heavy with the weight of his burdening truth. You took a step closer, absorbing every detail of the creature. He was visibly shaking, frightened stilled. He was gorgeous in an otherworld kind of way. A beauty you would take pride in capturing in a painting. A sense of understanding bloomed between you as you both could recognise the same loneliness in one another. Mirrored tragedy. 

"Why do you hide?" You knew it was a silly question, knowing that he—a man with a long black tail that was meant to be legs and scales littering his chest, arms, and neck—had his reasons. But your heart ached for him, and you grew curious about his story.

"Because the world is not kind to those who do not reach its standard," Wooyoung replied with a sigh, his voice laced with sorrow. "I'm an abomination."

In that moment of vulnerability, something shifted in you. A feeling so powerful, that you lose control of your own body. Stepping even closer, no longer sensing any kind of hesitation, your gaze never left his as you became only a mere inch away. "You're the most beautiful person I have ever seen. The only abominations are the people who won't think the same as I."

Time stood still as he tried to see any sense of fear or disgust in your gaze. But there was nothing. Only curiosity and a fluttered heart. This was the start of something neither of you would ever want to stop. Late-night meet-ups in the same spot you met, sharing stories—your dreams of becoming an artist while he told tales of his travels through the ages, observing the beauty of the world behind the hidden corners of shadow. With every word, it was like the world around you began to fade away, leaving only threads of hope that promised acceptance and understanding to each other.

Then, one full moonlit night, you couldn't help but reach out towards the man lying next to you on the large picnic blanket. Your hand grazed the smooth surface of the scales that decorated his chest. Wooyoung couldn't help but suck in a hard breath, afraid to move but yearning for more of your touch. When your fingers moved over his flesh, a rush of warmth consumed you both. Like you had, both had been touched by destiny.

 "S-sorry." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you gulped, seeing his flinch reaction. His slit eyes found yours quickly sitting up straight with concern.

"No-i..it's okay. It's just. Being touched like that..." he felt embarrassed to admit that a simple touch from you had caused all his blood to run south. He had craved you since the first day he saw you, and now that he finally got to know what it felt like to have you touch him, his mind couldn't help but run wild. "I should be the one to apologise."

You sat up, turning your body to face him. Your hand found his long tail, giving him a gentle gaze. "Does my touch excite you?" You felt your cheeks heat up, your heart so close to beating right out of your chest. "You don't have to apologise for your feelings."

"I..." his clawed hand braces itself on top of your hand while the other lands on the exposed part of your thigh where your dress had been hiked up from how you were sitting. "I don't want to scare you."

"Scare me?" You said almost in a disbelieved tone. His only worry was that he didn't want to scare you? You couldn't help but chuckle a little bit, making the creature before you gaze at you with embarrassment. Without thinking, you moved suddenly, throwing one leg over his tail so you could sit on his lap. He was completely frozen now, his yellow eyes growing darker with every movement. You then brought your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks. "Nothing about you can scare me, Woo. You are perfect just the way you are."

"Fuck.." He didn't mean to swear but as his eyes fluttered closed for a moment he couldn't help but bask in your loving words. Perfect. No one has ever said such a thing to him before. If anyone here was perfect, it would be you. "You can't say stuff like that, darling."

"Hmm, and why not?" You shifted a little, getting more comfortable on top of him. Wooyoung let out a deep hiss, his claws coming to hold your hips tightly in place.

"I wouldn’t keep going if I was you. I'm over a thousand years old, and I have fucked someone in a very, very, long time." He punctuated every word as his eyes snapped open to stare you down. You felt so small in his hold, your mind losing control of your limbs for a moment as you grind your hips against him. The cloth against his hips slowly rode up with every buck, bunching around his waist without you noticing. Your face inched closer, one of your hands falling to his neck, tugging him closer. Your smile dropped as your mouth parted all the while his gaze never left yours. It was like his eyes began to glow a low golden hue as if his scales began to shine brighter. “This is dangerous…”

“I don’t see any danger.” You whispered, lips brushing against his. You were so close, yet so far. Everything was heightened like all your senses had been spiked. His hand slipped between you both, grazing over your covered cunt. His finger pressed firmly against your clit as he sealed his lips against your own. “W-woo.” You moaned against him feeling his tongue brush against you and that's when it clicked. “Oh my...”

You pulled away watching his tongue swipe along his bottom lip, noticing the split in the middle. It was long, pointed and oh how it made your whole body shiver. “Told you this was dangerous.”

Without another thought, you smashed your lips on his again, letting him snake his tongue inside. You could feel it almost go down your throat with how long the appendage was, all the while his finger started to rub faster against your little bud before sliding along your covered folds. You moaned, your eyes rolling backwards as you let him play with your body. Any part he wants. He pulled away from your lips to litter your cheeks and jaw with soft kisses. His sharp claws tore the fabric of your panties, giving him access to sink two fingers inside you. “Fuck, argh. P-please.”

“You sound so beautiful. So cute…” He growled, flipping you over with an ‘oof’. His large tail's weight pressed firmly against your lower half, but his fingers are still snug in you. “You have no idea what you have caused.”

"Why d-don't you show me..." You choked out a whimper at the way he was nipping your skin, leaving little purple marks in his wake. Your fingers travelled to the nape of his neck, tugging on his pitch-black hair. 

He simply chuckled at your desperate noises, grinding his hips deeper against yours while he placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing in a slow painful circle. You felt yourself get lost in the pleasure, the way his fingers were snug inside you, the way his long tongue ran down your hot skin. It was like the world had melted away, leaving only you and him. 

"Such a pretty thing." His voice was low, almost inaudible, but the sound of rustling fabric drew your mind back, seeing he had thrown the cloth that was wrapped around his waist to the side, leaving him now completely naked. He sat up to spread your legs wider, using the tip of his tail to hold your ankle to the far left while his free hand held your right thigh. This gifted him the sight of his digits knuckle deep inside your pretty pussy. You were sucking him in, and with his gaze on you, you couldn't help but just clench tightly around him.

"Wooyoung..." You felt tears trickle from the corners of your eyes. You were so close. You just needed a little more. "P-please."

"Awe, don't worry, my little mouse. I'll give you whatever you need." His dark tone caused a visible shiver to run down your spine, your eyes opening wide at the seemingly innocent nickname he had given you. His little mouse. His prey. The coil in your gut snaps, unravelling quickly, making you leak all over the creature's fingers and onto the blanket below. Wooyoung chuckled, amused at the way you unfolded around him. You were everything he could ask for, and more. "Are you ready for the real fun?"

In a haze, you almost didn't hear his cheeky tone. Everything felt fuzzy, almost like you were no longer in your own body. But when your eyes fluttered open again, you could finally see what he meant by fun. The slit that resided horizontally to his pelvis had stretched wide and two soaking hard cocks were sticking out of it. You couldn't believe your eyes, you had read stories about snake creatures kidnapping women to mate with them and they had spoken of having two or more cocks but you did not believe it to actually be true. "Oh lord..."

"I am not the lord. But I'll definitely take you to heaven if you allow me." Wooyoung joked leaning forward slightly to rest both his cocks on your wet cunt. You bit on your bottom lip as he grabbed the cock that rested on the top and stroked it through your folds. You could feel the tip of the other one poking your ass with every grind of the other. Your mind completely clouded over as you basked in the idea of being fucked by not one but two dicks. Never in your life would you have thought you'd end up in such a situation.

"Wooyoung, I want it. Please give me everything." You begged, bucking your hips against him. Your slick coated his appendages as he watched intensely. He slid his tip along your clit, down your slit before tapping your hole, drawing more whimpers out of you with each stroke. He couldn't contain himself any longer, pushing his tip into your entrance slightly. 

"S-so warm." He grunts, sinking his cock slowly inside you. Your hips buck as you feel him bottom you out completely, almost winding you at the girth of him. "You're so tight little mouse."

"W-wooyo. Please move." Your eyes were shut tight, and your jaw slack, drool slightly dripping at the corner as your moans filled the forest. Wooyoung obeyed your sweet plea like he was hypnotised. His hips snapped back before shoving his cock deep inside you again, repeating this rhythm until he slowly picked up the pace. His fingers started to claw at the fabric on your body, ripping all of it to shreds, trying to see more of you, feel more of you.

"Fuck, nargh." He hissed, seeing your breasts spring free from your tatted clothing. They bounced in time with his jackhammering thrusts while your nipples tightened from the cold evening air. He couldn't help himself, his long split tongue dipping out of his mouth to your fluffy appendages. His moist muscle danced around your left bud, soaking your breast in his saliva. He found his tail letting go of your ankle, slithering towards your puckered hole. A shiver creeps down your spine as you feel it prod your ass. "I have to prep you a little bit, baby."

Wooyoung sat up, removing himself from your body briefly so he could pull his cock out, stroking it roughly. Some pre cum leaked out of him as he moaned, focused on watching the juices leak onto your asshole. He used his own cum as lube to prep your hole, the tip of his tail smaller than his cock but bigger than his fingers. "Oh fuck,"

You've never left so dirty before before this moment feeling his tail sink inside your tight hole. Once Wooyoung was satisfied, he re-entered your cunt with his second cock, getting it nice and coated with your slick. "You're so messy, baby. Are you enjoying yourself? Enjoy being fucked by a monster?"

"Yes! Wooyoung, I love it." You yelp feeling him exchange his cocks, thrusting a few times before switching again, over and over. It sent your mind into a tailspin, feeling all the different sizes and lengths. His tail finally left your ass, but this time it wrapped around your left thigh, spreading you further to the point that you can feel a gentle burn in your legs. 

"Such a good little mouse." He presses his lower cock with your asshole, while he nudges his top one to your cunt. You bit your lip in anticipation, taking a deep breath as he slowly entered both your holes at the same time. You both groaned out, feeling the overwhelment of pleasure, eyes locking, never leaving one another. "You tight so perfectly around me, baby. My pretty human."

The animalistic sound that emitted from deep in Wooyoung's chest was enough to send your mind straight into the fog. Your body feels like it's floating, nothing else around you but him. His scent, the feeling of him deep inside you. Your body was his to play with, his to claim. "Wooyoung p-please. Faster." You managed to choke out. 

He obeyed quickly, his hands bracing themselves on the forest floor on either side of you, noticing the blanket was scrunching up around your frame, like a protector from all the leaves and twigs. His claws dug into the soil, feeling the cold damp earth beneath his palm. His thrusts became unruly, and you angled yourself so your legs could wrap tightly around his upper waist. Your screams were muffled by Wooyoung shoving his thick long tongue inside your mouth, his sharp fang-like teeth clashing against yours and nipping at your lip, drawing little pricks of blood. 

He drilled into you, losing himself in the feeling of both of your tight holes around him. He was close. Really close. But he needed you to come first. He needs to feel you come around him first. "Come on, baby..." he growled, loosening one of his hands so he could bring it down to your clit. "I need to feel you cream around me, baby. Can you do that for my little mouse?"

You nod like crazy, choking sniffles and cries as tears stain your puffy cheeks. Your eyes rolled back feeling him pinch your clit, his fangs raking over the skin of your jugular before clamping down, biting your soft flesh. Your screams went quiet as your lungs lost all their air and your mind snapped. You came fast, hard, and blissfully clenching tight around Wooyoung. He couldn't hold it, emptying his seed deep inside your ass and cunt, letting you milk him dry.

Your ears were ringing as you could only hear your heart rate slowly starting to lessen. Your chest heaved for air, feeling the tingle of Wooyoung's lips gifting you kisses along your sweaty collarbone. With the little energy you had left, you reached for his head, placing a hand in his messy hair. It was tangled, but you still managed to rake your fingers gently through it. You swore you heard a purr slip out of him from your actions. 

The silence was nice for once. The peace of no longer being alone. No, you both knew from this day forward. You were never going to be lonely ever again.

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Nightmare on Ex Street | Choi Taeyang

Exes can really be a terror. Especially at a Halloween party with all your friends where you can't seem to stay away from each other...

Piwontober Day 17

Prompt: face fucking/shame/guilt with choi taeyang

🎃 Pairing: ex!choitaeyang x reader

🎃 Word Count: 4.1k

🎃 Genre: Smut, pwp, some angst and drama, fluff

🎃 Rating: 18+

🎃 Warnings: Concerned besties Jiung and Seob, explicit language, consumption of alcohol (pls drink responsibly ‼️), Taeyang in his A concept fit deserves its own warning, tension, dom!taeyang, teasing, dirty talk, we love secretly hooking up with our ex behind all our friends' backs 🤭, making out, scratching, hair pulling, marking, biting, groping, grinding, praise, explicit sexual content, fingering, crying, cum eating, brief handjob, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, it's a little fluffy and also chaotic at the end 🤩

A/N: Happy Kinktober everyone 👻 Hope you enjoy my fic for day 17 as part of @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts Piwontober event 🎃 This is my smut writing debut for Piwon so thank you so much for reading if you do 🥰

Thanks so much to the other half of my Potheoto @hakuheartsoul for being the best beta and my #1 supporter and encourager 🥹 I feel so lucky to get to write with my favorite person ilysm 💜💜💜

Lastly I am a slut for Greek Mythology and there's some basic references with the costumes in this fic so here's a quick little guide:

- Reader: Aphrodite (Goddess of love, beauty, and sexuality and also Ares's lover)

- Taeyang: Ares (God of War and also Aphrodite's lover)

- Jongseob: Thanatos (Personification of death)

- Shota: Hades (God of the dead)

- Jiung: Artemis (Goddess of the hunt and sister of Apollo)

- Intak: Apollo (God of the sun and brother of Artemis)

- Keeho: Athena (Goddess of wisdom)

Masterlist

“You sure you’re gonna be okay going tonight?” Jiung asked you, and it was impossible to miss the worry in your friend’s voice.

You turned away from Jongseob, whose eyeliner you were currently doing, to frown at the other man, “Why wouldn’t I be, Ji?”

Jiung’s cheeks flushed and he started fidgeting nervously.

“You know, just because, uh, he’s gonna be there.”

Your frown deepened as you looked down at your other friend to gauge his reaction. Jongseob didn’t seem quite as determined to voice his concern, but you could still see the uncertainty that flashed across his face. They were sweet to worry, really, but you were going to be just fine tonight.

“Guys,” you started, crossing your arms over your chest, “Taeyang and I have been broken up for two months now. I’m fine. I promise.”

Leaving no more room for argument, you focused your attention back on your friend’s make up. You heard the intake of breath behind you as Jiung opened his mouth to say something else, but you were quickly cutting him off.

“Jiung, if you make me fuck up Seob’s make up, then I’ll make sure you’re going to this party as a dead man.”

He offered no more comments, and Jongseob was definitely way too intimidated now to try to add anything. There was nothing to worry about though, truly. 

As far as you were concerned, you were going to stay as far away from Taeyang tonight as possible. It might’ve been Halloween, but you sure as hell weren’t planning on letting tonight turn into some kind of horror shit show. No. Tonight, for all intents and purposes, Taeyang was as good as dead to you. 

“Happy Halloween bitches!” Keeho greeted the three of you, smoking drink already in hand as he opened the door wider to let you slip inside the house.

“Holy shit Kee.” you remarked softly as you took in your surroundings.

He had gone all out with fake spiderwebs, fog machines, projections, and a variety of Halloween decor.  The ash haired man smirked proudly, “You like?”

“Dude, it’s even better than last year!” Jiung exclaimed excitedly, his eyes lit up like a kid’s in a candy store.

Keeho beamed at the compliment, and you were happy to see him so happy.

“The costumes are sick by the way! Thanks for staying on theme this year. Wait until you see the others. Shota really committed this year.” he informed you, and your other friend strolled into the room almost as if he had been summoned.

The theme for the annual Halloween party this year had been gods and goddesses. You had come as Aphrodite, Jiung was Artemis, and Jongseob was Thanatos. Judging by the owl circlet on your host’s head, he was dressed as Athena. Shota gave the appearance of gliding across the floor as he came over to join everyone. 

You, Jiung, and Jongseob all let out audible gasps as you took in his Hades costume. He looked like a reaper incarnate in his pitch black toga, complete with a long, billowing cloak to match. His newly dyed silver hair and dark and smokey makeup elevated the look even more. You also noticed the hoop in his nose that hadn’t been there the last time you’d seen him.

“Sho, you look amazing oh my god!!” you gushed, and his cheeks tinted at the compliment.

“Dude,” Jongseob piped up, gesturing between himself and Shota, “we did the accidental twin thing, again.”

Seob’s costume was much more gray toned, and he had a prop scythe, but their overall looks were extremely similar.

“You guys say accidental every year, but you do realize none of us believe that you don’t purposely coordinate costumes, right?” Jiung teased, and you and Keeho nodded in agreement.

The “twins” just stood there pouting at the three of you. You nearly jumped out of your skin when someone suddenly came up behind you and threw an arm around you and Jiung, “They’re not the only ones with the matching costume agenda this year.”

You resisted the urge to punch Intak for his unannounced arrival as you took in his white toga adorned with a giant golden sun pin. The bronze laurels in his fluffy, honey blonde hair further confirmed his costume choice as Apollo.

“Awww, you and Ji match this year. How cute.” you voiced, reaching up to ruffle the hair on both of their heads.

They quickly ducked away from you, Jiung readjusting his crown of silver moons. Intak was chuckling softly, and you raised your eyebrows at him in confusion.

“I wasn’t talking about me and Jiung. I meant you because Taeyang came as-”

“Ares.”

All of you whirled around at the sound of the new, but familiar voice. Any coherent thought flew right out of your head at the sight of the man leaning in the corner against the wall. He had come as Ares all right.

Your eyes trailed over the chunky black combat boots tucked into a pair of dark splatter patterned jeans, and your breathing hitched as your gaze traveled further up. Was the man fucking insane??

The black tank. The leather jacket completely embellished with metal rings that hung on his broad frame in a way that was practically criminal. The fake dagger clutched in his hand. The layers of chains littering his stupid neck. And the icing on the fucking cake. The blazing crimson hair that had a slightly wet look to it that was so infuriatingly sexy that it made you want to stab the man with his own weapon.

Everyone nervously looked between you and the man in the corner, who now had a very subtle smirk on his face. The tension became even more noticeable as he started making his way over to you. So much for the avoiding him at all costs strategy. Not that you would’ve been able to help it anyway when he looked like that. Oh you were so going to kill him.

You did your best to remain indifferent, externally at least, as he came to stand in front of you. He had always been taller than you, but his boots were making him tower over you even more than usual. You could feel everyone’s eyes on the two of you. It was like your friends were all waiting to see if a bomb would go off, and honestly, you couldn’t really blame them.

With him up close now you took notice of the striking silver makeup under one of his eyes. It made it look like he was crying liquid metal. He looked so breathtaking tonight, and it made you want to scream.

“Aphrodite.” he greeted you, and you didn’t miss the way his dark eyes swept over your figure.

God. You were going to rip off his costume and fuck him right there in front of everyone.

“Taeyang.” you said back simply as you continued to pretend like you could care less.

“Nice costume.” he remarked, somehow making the two words sound like some kind of foreplay.

Before you could offer any kind of reply, Keeho was pushing his way between the two of you with a giant bowl of candy, “Okaaaaaay, I think it’s time to go hand out candy! Everyone follow me outside!”

Intak and Shota were already grabbing Taeyang to drag him away, and you felt Jiung and Jongseob’s hands on your back as they did the same.

“We have nothing to worry about huh?” Jiung queried, giving you a knowing look.

“That really didn’t seem like nothing Y/N…” Seob added from your other side.

“Guys. I said I would be fine, and I am. I’m. Fine. Just drop it, please.” you hissed as the three of you stepped back out into the night.

Trick or treaters were already beginning to swarm Keeho’s yard, and soon there was a line all the way down the driveway. Keeho and Intak were manning the candy, which was beginning to rapidly disappear. You saw Shota and Taeyang standing off to the side and commenting on all the kids' costumes. Your ex’s loud and familiar laughter reached your ears, and your chest tightened at the sound.

“I’m gonna go back in and grab a drink really quick, do you guys want anything?” you asked your two friends who still hadn’t left your side.

They both shook their heads, and you turned to head back inside. You risked a glance at Taeyang as you passed by, only to find his eyes already on you, practically burning right through you. You shivered before quickly looking away and slipping through the front door. As soon as it closed behind you, you braced yourself against it and took several deep breaths.

“This cannot be fucking happening.” you groaned quietly as you did your best to clear your head.

You spotted the smoking cauldron that Keeho always used for his special signature Halloween cocktail and took hurried steps over to it. Keeho was never willing to give up the recipe, but his drinks were always the perfect mix of delicious and guaranteed to fuck you up fast. You poured yourself a glass and took a small sip. As always you could barely taste the alcohol, and you resisted the urge to down the rest of your drink. With all the variables tonight, that would probably be a terrible idea…

You decided to indulge in some of the food that was laid out on the long table instead, swiping a cupcake with bright orange frosting. You had just taken a huge bite, when you heard the front door swinging open. And of fucking course it was Taeyang. He blinked at you in surprise, and you quickly swallowed the cake in your mouth.

“What are, what are you doing here?”

“Keeho sent me to grab some more bags of candy. The kids out there are ruthless, we’re already almost out.”

You just nodded as your eyes darted down to the table. You could still feel Taeyang watching you, and you waited to see if he was going to approach you. He only hesitated for another moment before disappearing into the kitchen to retrieve the extra bags of candy and exiting the way he had come. You downed some more of your drink as soon as you heard the door close behind him, and finished off your cupcake in a few more bites.

Maybe you were getting all worked up for nothing. Maybe Taeyang was just as determined to stay away from you tonight. Maybe you had finally gotten through to each other and last time had really been the last time.

You barely registered the door opening again, too consumed by your wandering thoughts. Red suddenly invaded your vision, and you looked up to see the man who had been the subject of your mental spiral staring down at you.

“Y/N, you’re not avoiding me are you?” he asked, his tone teasing.

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course not.” you replied defensively, and hopefully convincingly.

Strong fingers gripped your chin to hold you in place as Taeyang forced you to meet his sultry gaze, “Tell me the truth.”

“Taeyang. Don’t.” you whispered even though you could already feel your resolve beginning to crumble in his intoxicating presence.

“Don’t what?” he questioned innocently, leaning close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your face.

“We’re broken up.” you reminded him, but your hands twitched as you fought against the urge to reach out and touch him.

“I’m well aware. That didn’t stop us a few weeks ago though, now did it? Or the time before that. Or the time before that. Or any of the times really…” he went on taunting you, a devilish glint in his eyes as they slowly traveled down the length of your body.

Oh fucking hell.

“Taeyang,” you started, hating the way your voice was noticeably shaky, “we can’t keep doing this. We agreed. Last time was the last time.”

The red haired demon hummed in response, and you felt torn between wanting to punch him and wanting to kiss him until neither of you could breathe. Your entire body tensed when his lips just barely swiped your cheek on the way to your ear, “You know, thinking back on it, I’m a little fuzzy on just what I agreed to. It was a little hard to hear with your pretty thighs wrapped around my head. Not to mention over the sound of you crying my name over and over again.”

Your knees nearly buckled, and Taeyang steadied you, his free hand on your waist.

“Tae…please.” you begged as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

His gaze was focused on your lips, and you felt like you were burning alive from the inside out. His thumb lightly brushed your bottom lip before pressing harder to smear something across your mouth. You gasped softly. The frosting.

“Oh angel, look at this filthy mouth. My girl is so messy.” Taeyang remarked, his thumb prodding at the seam between your lips.

You didn’t even think before sucking the digit into your mouth, your tongue taking care of the remaining frosting. Taeyang groaned, the hand on your waist scrunching up the thin fabric of your costume, “Fuck. There’s my girl.”

The whimper that escaped you was an inevitable betrayal. Really, the two of you had been set up for failure from the moment you’d laid eyes on each other tonight. Your ex was like a black hole, and it was pointless to fight against the way he sucked you back in every time.

Taeyang let his thumb slip from your mouth, choosing instead to let his hand curl possessively around your neck.

“Tae.” you breathed, your pulse racing.

He smirked, knowing you were done trying to fight him, and pulled you flush against him in one fluid motion. He was already partially hard, and you were quickly on your way to going out of your mind with want.

“You gonna let me have a taste, angel?” Taeyang murmured against your lips, “Need to hear you say yes.”

“Yes.” came your swift reply, your voice raspy.

A growl started low in his throat, and his teeth grazed your top lip.

“But not here.” you finished before pulling back to intertwine one of his hands with yours.

You began pulling him down the hall, both of you giggling like giddy teenagers. You felt drunk, and not on whatever Keeho had put in that cauldron, but on Taeyang. 

He let out the cutest little sound of surprise when you yanked him through one of the open doors into the darkness of the bathroom. You didn’t even allow the man a moment to breathe before you had him backed up against the door, your lips urgently crashing against his.

Taeyang grunted as he desperately chased your mouth. Your greedy hands made quick work of pulling his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms, and the red haired man hissed when your nails dug into his bare skin. His fingers tangled in your dress as he pulled you closer, tongue slipping between your lips to taste you. You moaned into the kiss, mouth falling open and giving him better access.

“I can’t believe, fuck, you would come dressed like that just to torture me. So unfair, Tae.” you panted into his mouth, hands traveling to tug at the crimson strands that were causing said torture.

Taeyang groaned, harshly nipping your bottom lip before you felt his mouth searing along your jaw.

“What’s unfair, angel, is you showing up looking so unbelievably sexy when we both know I’m not supposed to touch you. Immediately wanted to rip this little dress of yours to shreds.” he voiced as his tongue and teeth marked up your neck.

Your hands slid under his tank and up his back, making Taeyang shiver. He grabbed your ass through the material of your costume, and encouraged you to grind against him. You cried out at the stimulation, bracing your hands on either side of Taeyang, and accidentally flipping the light switch in the process. You suddenly broke away from each other as light flooded the room, both of you breathing hard and fast.

You stared at each other, taking in the swollen lips, blown out eyes, disheveled clothing, and messy hair. For a split second you thought maybe this was where things would end for the night. That maybe facing what you were doing in the light would bring forth the guilt and shame, and it would be too much. Your heart was already fracturing just thinking about it.

But you didn’t have to think long because Taeyang gripped your waist and lifted you onto the counter, your back pressing against the cool mirror. His strong hands wrapped around your thighs, pushing your legs apart as he came to stand in between them.

“My Aphrodite.” he said softly, fingers sliding teasingly under your dress.

You squirmed on the counter as Taeyang’s hot mouth descended on your chest, one hand reaching up to roughly tug down your costume and expose your breasts.

He stepped back for a moment, gaze ravenous as his eyes drank you in.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. My goddess.” he whispered, sounding almost in awe.

His thumb gently brushed one of your nipples, and you sighed in content. Taeyang wasted no time before leaning forward to wrap his lips around the perked bud, making you moan obscenely as your head fell back against the mirror. His tongue lapped at you while his fingers trailed dangerously higher, and you wanted to crawl out of your skin from all the sensations.

“Tae, please,” you groaned, weakly tugging at his hair, “need you.”

The smirk against your skin was your only warning before his digits dipped inside your panties to meet your slick folds.

“You’re fucking soaked, angel. Shit.”

Taeyang pulled back to watch you as you wiggled back and forth on the counter. His eyes were hazy, but they never left your face as he slid a single finger inside. You immediately let out a cry and shut your eyes at the feeling.

“Eyes on me, angel. And don’t you dare look away.” Taeyang commanded before slipping in a second finger, making your body jerk in response.

As soon as you opened your eyes, you immediately were on the verge of coming undone. The man in front of you had his full focus on you as he pumped his digits in and out.

“Always take my fingers so well. Like you were made for me.” he remarked, and you clenched around his fingers.

“Tae…too much…can’t…” you babbled, the addition of his intense gaze completely overwhelming you.

“You can take it, angel. I know you can. Wanna feel you come all over my fingers.” Taeyang encouraged before stretching you out even further with a third finger, this one adorned with a ring.

“Tae, fuck!” you exclaimed, your body jerking at the feeling of the cool metal.

The red haired man chuckled darkly, “Not so loud, angel. Don’t want our friends to catch us now do we?”

Despite his words, his fingers fucked into you faster, and you whimpered pathetically.

“I’ll have to give you something else to do with that mouth if you can’t stay quiet.” he teased you further, the grin on his face bordering on sinister.

Tears filled your eyes, a series of hiccuping sobs escaping you.

“You know I love to see you cry for me, angel. But can’t have you giving us away.”

Your next cry was silenced by Taeyang shoving two of his fingers from his free hand past your lips. Tears continued to slip down your cheeks, but your sobs were much more muffled now.

“That’s it, angel. That’s my good girl.”

His saccharine praise pushed you that much closer to the edge, and your walls spasmed around his digits. The first stroke of his thumb over your clit had a scream tearing from your throat, but Taeyang pressed down on your tongue simultaneously, and it dissolved into a gag instead. Your orgasm washed over you a moment later, and he pulled his fingers from your mouth before reconnecting your lips. He fucked you through your high as he swallowed all of your sounds, your body shaking with the aftershocks.

As soon as Taeyang withdrew his fingers, he was immediately sliding them into his own mouth to suck them clean and moaning at your taste. The sight made you feel dizzy, and your insides got all tingly. Gentle hands tugged your dress back up before smoothing out the material. Taeyang looked so pleased with himself as he carefully helped you back down from the counter, making your chest feel tight.

“We should probably get back out there…” you trailed off awkwardly.

The man next to you let out a nervous laugh, “You go ahead. I’ll be out in a minute…”

Taeyang shifted uncomfortably, and you stared at him in confusion. But then you realized the source of his discomfort when you noticed the straining bulge in his dark jeans.

“Tae, let me.” you found yourself offering before you could think better of it.

You didn’t miss the way his eyes blew out, but even so, he was shaking his head.

“No, it’s okay, angel. You’re right, we should get back out there.” he insisted as he started for the door.

He made a grab for the handle, and you flipped him around to face you, caging him against the door once again. You pulled his ear between your teeth, making him gasp softly.

“Tae, I have been dying to get on my knees for you all night. So, baby, please. Let. Me.”

As you spoke, one of your hands trailed down to palm him through his jeans.

“Fuck, angel. I’m not gonna last long.” Taeyang groaned, pushing against your hand.

“It’s okay, baby. We’ll be quick.” you assured him before sinking to your knees.

Your hands worked fast as you tugged down his jeans and boxers in one go, and his hard cock sprung up against his stomach. You gave him a few teasing pumps before slowly taking him into your mouth. Taeyang swore as he tipped his head back against the door. You set a quick pace from the start, and the man above you hissed as his hands tangled into your hair.

“My angel really does have a filthy mouth, shit. My goddess. You’re so fucking good.”

You suddenly took him all the way to the back of your throat, and something in Taeyang snapped. He roughly yanked your hair to pull your head back to look up at him, “Gonna fuck this perfect mouth, angel. And I know my good girl can take it.”

He gave a sharp snap of his hips as he began thrusting into your mouth, making you sputter and gag around him.

“That’s it, angel. Take it. Fuck, always look so gorgeous with your pretty lips around my cock.”

All you could do was whimper while he continued to abuse your throat. Taeyang was a beautiful panting mess above you. As always, you were mesmerized by the way his eyes fluttered and how his chest rose and fell in quick succession. Tears streamed down your face as you continued to choke on him. His thrusts grew more stuttered, and you saw him bite down on his black tank to muffle his building moans.

“Close…angel. Fuck…I love you.”

Your heart gave a painful squeeze in your chest. You obviously couldn’t say it back, but you still hoped he could see it in your eyes. I love you.

Taeyang cried out, his nails scratching against your scalp, before you felt him filling your mouth with his release. You made sure to swallow it all down, and then pulled off of him with a pop. The only sound in the bathroom was both of your labored breathing as you tried to make yourselves look as presentable as possible. You stepped out first, and glanced down the hall. When you didn’t see anyone, you let Taeyang know it was safe to come out.

The two of you exchanged shy smiles before walking back towards the living room. Taeyang reached over to take your hand, and you let him. It seemed neither of you were quite ready to let go of the moment yet.

“Hey, Y/N,” he started, and you stopped to look up at him, “maybe we should talk. Really talk.”

You considered it for a moment before answering, “Yeah, maybe we should.”

“I think we definitely should.”

You and Taeyang jumped away from each other at the sound of Keeho’s voice. When you poked your head into the living room, you were met with the sight of all your friends sitting around staring at you, intervention style. 

Well shit.

[ma1dita]

Luke x Thanatos!daughter reader? like maybe she was wings and Luke finally sees them. (headcanons, fluff, or smut. your choice.)

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x thanatos!reader

i think this is such a cool concept! luke is not the type of guy to shy away from darkness so let’s dive into it: some about you, some about the relationship yall would have

about you

you’re not scared of death at all, since it would mean being with your father—you’re very headstrong and daring

i think people would think the worst of demigods associated with death, but in reality there’s a softer side to you, one that holds a dying squirrel until it passes safely, or sings an injured camper to sleep on the battlefield so that your dad can carry them to the afterlife; i feel like you’d be able to take away their pain as well

you’d probably be able to have the same transportation powers your dad has, flickering into a shadow to travel or something cool like that

maybe on an actual scarier level, you’d have control over someone’s lifeforce through shadows like in peter pan

you’re a bit of a lurker, but not in a creepy sense—you have a calming presence to you that helps people feel at ease no matter the situation

you can sense when someone’s about to die like it’s a bad taste in your mouth or goosebumps on your skin

if you were trying to hide your wings to try not to stand out (because teens are teens and its easier to try to fit in) i wonder if wings would feel like growing pains, or like they’re trying to escape from under your skin; i would hope they’re more comfortable to have out though! gorgeous and huge like that of an angel

you and luke:

yall are literally ride or dies. literally where one goes the other follows because death is not the end for the two of you

i think he’d think your wings are sick (and sexy but hey…) you flying around with him trying to follow you in his shoes he got from his dad could create some crazy situations if you know what i mean

you two would race across the sky at camp and meet at the top of half-blood hill <3

you can tame luke’s anger well since you’re a true chaotic neutral, by just holding his hand his rage is contained

he always encourages you to be your truest self and spread your wings (literally) who cares if someone tries to pick on you for how big they are or how scary you look they should be more scared of him because he’ll start a fight for it (luke is your scary dog privilege)

luke has very fidgety hands as a son of hermes so i think you’d always catch him stroking the feathers of your wings absentmindedly

everything is attainable when you two are together, you make him understand the balance of life and death as your father did to you—this may or may not sway his decision to become a human vessel, but you’d be with him through it all

[asmolfolk]

Hi S. Can I request hc for Hades (RoR) and fem s/o? S/o is having a bad day and Hades comforts her intimately? 18+ and fluff please. Have a good day/night!

After a long time, guess who is back again? I finally finish my studies and I'm just chilling right now. So, as I'm in a Hazbin Hotel, HSR, Wuthering Waves and ZZZ brainrot And, I'm trying to get back at my feet for writing - if this isn't good is because of that :< (Also if any of you noticed that I didn't put dialogues with the S/O, it's mostly for her to also represent people with disabilities that makes them rely on sign language and everything <3) Also! If anyone is interested in Hazbin Hotel AU's, I have an > alternative Account < for drawings [what will include my au's <3] and also, I will probably start posting some X reader and long fanfics in my AO3 account. Also, I post some arts in my Twitter <3 Click on the pink text to go to the links <3 —— —͙ – -✰ Fandom: Record of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no ValkyrieCharacters: Hades. Warnings: Smut! —— —͙ – -✰

Hades x S/O: Feelings.

Hades is a simple man: The world could BURN and he wouldn't bait an eye, he doesn't care about humans, about other gods - except for his beloved, Persephone and his Brother. You and Persephone are the only ones who would make Hades go against his brother, against everything he worked so hard to maintain. Hades has no limitation when the topic were the two of you. Even if he wasn't in a romantic relationship with Persephone, this would be the same. You, bless your soul, already knew about his completely devotion - First of all, he never tried to hide it. Anubis, Thanatos and other gods associated with death noticed his demanour since the beginning. [And Thanatos is oblivious as fish swimming in the sea.] Not only that, but also: Loki RUINED your outfit, Hermes had to get you to the underworld - you were so close to breaking down in front of Loki...

This whole event was too much for you, especially because Hermes wouldn't let you interact with him. You had to go to Hades's room and already saw him, he was just with his pant while he seemed to be a bit... Tired, but, he just needed to look at you to have a smile.

"My beloved... What a pleasure seeing you" He looked at you and got closer, taking your hand after seeing the ruined outfit and the dirt, he was immediately pissed "What happened? Who did this to you?"

You couldn't bring yourself to answer him properly, your words were left to nothing as you sobbed, the gibberish you were saying didn't make him understand what was happening, but he knew that you needed a hug... And a bath.

"Come on, my beautiful wife... Let's take a bath"

Hades would spend his whole time just bathing you, hearing you spill your heart to him, telling him about everything that has gone wrong... And he would tell you how amazing you were, how strong you were and to praise you as you continued your story. Only when you were finished telling him everything, he would start to clean you up, he would dare to pick a cloth for you, he would just carry you - again - to his room and lay you down to the bed.

"My wife... Would you like me to sing you praises?" He always said that before going at you... And, as anyone would say. You just nodded. He was imediately, holding your thighs, letting space for him to be in between them "If you want to stop, just say 'Stop', okay? I wouldn't want to overwhelm you." He was always sweet, he always putted your own pleasure as his top priority... He didn't care if he didn't have a shot, if he didn't touch himself... He could be satisfied with just making you feel pleasure.

He started as always, kissing your clit as one of his hand started to do circles through your entrance until he started to push his fingers in and out, he was relief at hearing your moans and pleads to be faster. He just gave anything that you asked him, he started sucking your clit as his fingers started to get faster. As a reflect, you imprisioned his face against your thighs, you felt like you could suffocate him - until you remembered that gods don't need to breath. Hades didn't even cared with how much your legs trembled as he guided you to a much deserved orgasm.

He drinked it, drinked and licked anything left. He - as always smiling and looking at you with pride and love - would just take of his gloves and touch your face. "Do you feel better, my love?" After losing your senses for a second or so, you could only rely on your lips reading to tell him Yes. He would lay at your side, holding your waist and softly caressing your cheeks. "You can sleep if you want to, my beloved wife... I will wait for you."

The day was too much for you... But at least, you would sleep peacefully with your husband at your side, hugging you as if you were close to disapear.

—— —͙ – -✰ The next posts will be: OC x Reader, ROR x Reader and Hazbin Hotel x Reader. Stay tunned <3 [Hazbin Hotel will include Oc's, but they are just there for plot - Since it will be a long fic.]

[shadowdaddies]

Does anyone else kinda find the Princes of Hel kinda 🔥👀

I cannot shake the idea of an x reader smut with Apollion and Thanatos from my head

...so that's coming soon

(edit: here’s the fic)

[sidthedollface2]

A Crown fit for a God

(Part 2)

(Part 1 here)

Pairing: Azriel x Fem Reader

Summary: An enemy threatens Velaris leaving Azriel to choose between his found family and a long lost friend. Can he juggle the two or will he fall for the enemy?

Ch Summary: After you threaten Velaris with war. Azriel is tasked to find you and bring you to the prison above the mountain. He shadows have other plans when they confront you.

word count: 2.6k

Series warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, hurt/comfort,light smut, war, including injuries, fighting, sign language, no use of y/n, nicknames, magic, greek mythology, pining, jealousy, azriel with other women (sorry), reader with another man (get it friend ; )

A/n: I hope this Ch sheds a little light as to what reader is and about her powers. I'm a daydreamer not a writer so if you see any mistakes that's how I dreamt it. Lol

In the beginning there was Khaos. The first God in existence to precede creation. Khaos filled the space between, invoking darkness and shadow. Unable to witness her work, her intense desire to see flickered before her. Discovering her own spark, she flew towards it, the force of her wings igniting, leaving a trail of stardust; giving birth to the vast universe. From her own will khaos had created the primordial deities that would reign over the elements of the universe. And thus terra, sky, darkness, light, night and day were created.  

 From the very desires of the first primordial gods, Demi Gods emerged, living among mortals and immortals. Soon enough these half gods no longer wanted the responsibility of mortals. Thanatos and his sisters, the Gods of Death grew tired of being witness to so much violence and bloodshed. Leaving their duties caused a riot. No other God would carry the burden of their responsibilities on top of their own. Those loyal to the Divine fought in the war of Gods, neither side backing down regardless of how much blood had been spilled. Khaos wept as she witnessed her slain children. Fighting against her kin, tears streamed down her face as she slaughtered her very own. Devastated, she fell to her knees in defeat, between her sobs she whispered in the ancient tongue, “I bind myself to the darkness of death, overpowering my light within so long as my spark prevails through the moonless journey.” All fighting ceased as every God witnessed khaos, bringer of life, descend to the lands in the form of a falling star. The fates of two entwined. 

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The house of wind was anxious, each door closed with a slam, rattling the photos that hung along the walls. The foundation, made from the mountain rock, shook and with it pieces of rubble and dust would float to the floors. Often the roaring would come back, leaving its inhabitants wide eyed and on edge. 

every member of the inner circle sat in Rhys office. The air thick with tension as Azriel explained his actions, why he blocked Cassian from hurting you, why he needed to be the one to search for you. Many questions left unanswered. How did you find Velaris? And what kind of ancient magic would allow you to pass through his wards so easily?

“Rhys, I know her! We were childhood friends!” Azriel pleads, “let me find her.” 

Elain’s eyes darted to Azriel, questioning his reason for his blatant lies. She knew he saw you once and never again. Yet she remained silent, a question for another day. 

Rhys sighed, leaning back in his chair. All eyes were on him as he stared at the map of Prythian that lay across his desk. He took a sip of his whiskey, considering his next move. One by one he informed them of their duties, sending every member away as soon as they received their mission.

Cassian was sent to Windhaven to ready the warriors and ensure their weapons were up to par for battle. Amren and Nesta were to stay in Velaris to survey and defend the city in case you returned. Mor was to revisit the courts that had scorched farmlands and buildings, to see if there were any more details that they overlooked. Elain wished to stay in Velaris and investigate the reason the house was slowly deteriorating. Rhys agreed. Finally he ordered Feyre to accompany Azriel in his search for you. 

Azriel ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, “No Rhys it has to be me alone. You can trust me.”

“After what I saw today, I’m not so sure where your mind is. I trust that you ‘ll do the right thing, but I don't agree with your current judgment so I’m sending Feyre with you.” 

Azriels shoulders slumped as he nodded in defeat. Feyre placed a gentle hand on his back, attempting to soothe his disappointment.

~~~~~~~~~~

Feyre walked Azriel back to his room but before he entered she grabbed his arm moving him to face her. “ I have a friend I need to visit and he doesn't like when others tag along,” she whispered, hoping no one else would hear her. Azriel narrowed his eyes. “ So I hope you understand that I won't be joining you on your mission,” she winked, releasing her hold on him. Azriel just smirked, mouthing her a ‘thank you.’

Back in his room, Azriel cleared his desk of all the healer books he had meticulously studied.  All these years he’d been searching for a healer when in fact you were a God, at least according to Amren. He spent hours searching Death Gods and tracing back their lineage and none had the powers you possessed, the power in which made him search for you. The power to heal. “You've been at it for hours, come to bed honey,” Elains sweet voice brought him out of his thoughts. “None of this makes sense,” he said mostly to himself as he shook his head, ignoring Elains request.

She stood behind him, gently kneading his tense shoulders with her slim fingers. His back tensed at her touch, purely focused on his work. Determined to get him to bed, Elain rested her chin on his shoulder, angling her head towards his ear as she whispered seductively her desires. His eyes fluttered closed in frustration, as she placed wet kisses to the curve of his neck, humming at the taste of him. “Not tonight.” Coldly he shrugged her off, hating the pain she held in her eyes. Without a word Elain stepped away, leaving Azriel to drown in his work, drown in his thoughts of you. 

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“And then I pushed through, you should have seen their faces,” you chuckled, recounting the events from Velaris to your dearest friend.  “No matter the job you always try to make it fun.” He replied, petting the hen that sat in his lap; a gift you had brought him for the delicious tea leaves he had acquired. 

You smile, enjoying his company that you often missed. Out of the corner of your eye, a wisp of shadow scurries into the darkness of the night, earning your full undivided attention. Nothing but silence is heard. “What was that?” you ask, turning back to the Suriel. “An invisible thread that weaves and winds, binding hearts two of a kind.” you gape at him, blinking your eyes rapidly, “I don't even want to know.” A chuckle rattles in his throat, “go before he finds you.” Without another word shimmer and darkness envelope you, winnowing you far from the Night Court.

Azriels shadows darted through the low grounds of the woods, swerving through a dense thicket of birch trees and rock formations, scouring each bush and body of water in search of you. Once they spotted you, they quickly returned to their master, curling around his ear ,whispering ‘Suriel.’  

Just as you winnowed away a blade launched itself toward the Suriel; flying through the air from a shroud of darkness, pinning his cloak to a tree. “Where is she?” he asks, tone impatient and demanding.

“Here, there, everywhere.”

Azriel pinches the space between his brows in annoyance. Shaking his head he asks another question, hoping for a straight answer.

“How do I find her?” 

“Evoke emotions without a single touch, no wings yet able to fly. To catch this God let her hear the cords of the night.” 

“I don’t…..these riddles. I don't understand.” Azriel paced in front of the Suriel, wracking his brain for any clues. 

“The touch of a memory will carry her to you.”

“Stop with the riddles!” Azriel fumed, teeth clenched tight as he stared the Suriel down. 

“Are you not a shadowsinger?” he replied, pulling out the blade that held his cloak to the tree. “I've answered your questions, whether you can decipher the meaning is no business of mine.” Finished with Azriels questioning, the Suriel made his way through the woods, hen in hand for a fresh slaughter. 

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It had taken Azriel a few days to figure out the riddle. Repeating the words over and over, analyzing each term and its meaning. The line ‘hear the cords of the night’ was what led him to realize it was a song, but what song was what stumped him. He felt like a fool singing his favorite songs in the middle of the forest, belting it out with his whole chest.

He sang songs that made him teary eyed and even sang songs in the ancient tongue, but none of those had lured you to him. The Suriel mentioned ‘the touch of a memory,’  “oh Gods, I’m an idiot,” he said to himself. He only had one encounter with you, so it was easy to remember the events of that night, all these years he could never forget. He would never forget the song, the song he thinks is about you. His mother sang this song to him as a child and he wonders if she knew the dark power you possessed, was she singing to a God in hopes to answer her prayers, to lift her from the chains that held her down. 

The house of wind kindly provided warm tea and honey. It's eagerness to assist him piqued his curiosity. He would ask Elain about her findings another day. Soothing his vocal cords, a plan was formed to capture you and send you to the prison on top of the mountain.

You're the chaos of the night, 

A little girl lost in the woods

You're a folktale, the unexplainable

You're a bedtime story

The one that keeps the curtains closed

And I hope you're waiting for me

'Cause I can't make it on my own

I can't make it on my own. 

Azriel sang the words from his childhood, voice harmonious with a smooth baritone that held the memories from the past. He sang from the depths of his heart in hopes that the meaning behind his words would grace your ears and become a light in the dark. Guiding you towards his waiting arms.

Weathered leaves crunch under the weight of your relaxed body, grass floor cold and damp from the night. But the view of the stars in the Night Court were your favorite, they called to you as if saying 'stay.' Stars glitter like rare diamonds, and the crescent moon smiled brighter than the sun. The evening scent of mist and night felt familiar in the way that reminded you of home. It had been so long since you’ve been home, the thought of never returning grew closer and closer.

The midnight breeze caresses your skin, its gentle touch has your eyes closing, focusing on  the chirping of crickets and running water. A mellow voice sings the harmonious music of the night, its soft whisper tickles your ear like a past lover, luring you to follow the rich sound.

I hope you're waiting for me

Across your carpet of stars

You're the chaos of the night,

You're everything that we can't see

Chaos, you're the possibility.

Azriel ceases to sing once he spots you round a thick tree, his shadows excitedly rush towards you and Azriel curses under his breath at their eagerness. He observes as they affectionately coil around your neck, fluffing about in your hair before they trail down your arms. You giggle at their curiosity as they loop around your fingers, “you wanna play?” you ask, as you slowly move your fingers in awe at their closeness. They playfully bounce from one hand to the other, and you take that as a yes. Azriel is dumbfounded as he admires his shadows from afar. He has his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against a tree, his gaze slowly trails up the delicious curves of your body and he imagines what it would be like to lay with a God. He sees you smile and nod at whatever they’ve whispered in your ear and he fears you both are up to no good. As the shadows dance in a circle just a few feet in front of you, they rapidly circle around and around creating a whirlwind of darkness. Cautiously you near the edge of their tornado and zap one of the shadows, creating an orb of light within the vortex. You're mesmerized by the display in front of you. Your power bounces off the shadowed wisps like an elegant dance, the wisps gently stroke the flame of your power, careful to not get scorched.

With the blink of your eye the orb bursts, spraying the ground and trees with thousands of specs of glittering starlight. Azriel feels a jolt of electricity zip up his body, shaking him so hard he loses balance off the tree, quickly righting himself before you notice. His effort is too late, you've already spotted him.

“You're not a stalker are you?” you ask, voice playful and curious as you near him.

If you only knew, Azriel thinks with a smirk.

“No, but I can be. Nice party trick by the way.” Azriel pushes off the tree to meet you. The first thing you notice is his eyes, hazel and dreamy framed by long thick lashes. His nose is straight and a little too perfect for a warrior, you wonder if he’s ever been punched in the face before, or maybe he's just that good at fighting. His high cheekbones and strong jaw remind you of the many demi gods that have been sculpted throughout the years. You eye him up and down, taking in his stature and broad shoulders. He’s a little too handsome and in your experience these types of males are conceited snobs who only enjoy their own reflection and company. Meanwhile Azriel does the same, completely entranced by the sway of your hips and how your hair flows over the swell of your breasts. 

“They seemed friendly.” you respond, tipping your head to the shadows that have swirled around the both of you, appearing to close the distance between you.

Azriel shakes his head, “I meant in Velaris. You threaten my home, my friends and my High Lord and expect to get away with it? How did you get past the wards? And how did you find Velaris?” 

Before you could respond the ground shakes as a blast erupts creating a cloud of dust and forest debris. Instinctually Azriel pulls your body flush to his, shielding you from injury. Dark membranous wings curl around your body, cocooning you safely in his arms. Your hands find the planes of his toned chest as you peer up at him through your full lashes. You know what the blast was but the feeling of his body pressed against yours had your knees weak, and you couldn't break away. 

Azriels heart is ramming against his chest at the proximity, his gaze is locked on your brilliant eyes as he dares to cup the side of your cheek. Angling your face to meet his, your exposed collarbone catches his attention when a bargain tattoo vanishes before his eyes; breaking the trance you had him in.

“What did you bargain?” he urges, hands now tightly gripping your upper arms.

“Your worst nightmare.”

Azriel staggered back, paling in horror as he registered your words.

Only one creature carried that name.

Bryaxis.

Part 3

Taglist: @blackgirlmagicforever @going-through-shit

[smolvenger]

Dangerous Stubbornness (Caius Martius Coriolanus x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: Life as wife to Caius Martius Coriolanus has its benefits. You married him for stability, protection, and status- not to mention the delights of his bed. You expect to be no more than his dutiful wife. Yet...it seems perhaps there is something more there then all of that....

From @muddyorbsblr's request of Coriolanus with the trope "he flals first."

Word Count: 2954 (oop, she exploded from a blurb)

Warnings: There is smut, NSFW 18+ please refer to Dick-tionary (rougher sex, dirty talk I stole from Ana Huang's books, doggy style, some light dom/sub, voyeurism), a creepy sexual harasser gets what's coming to him, Caius being a grumpy angy babygirl sharko bite blorbo who actually is soft for his wife and is wrapped around her little finger, Reader uses Caius as scary dog privilege. Attempts at accuracy to Ancient Roman culture and characterization but at the end of the day it's about the wish fulfillment and the vibes. Lots of fluff. Grammar mistakes bc i just want to get. This. Shit. Done after the wild two weeks I've had.

Dick-tionary: Smut starts at "Three little words. That was all he needed." and ends at "You felt his breaths from behind you, his touch gentler against your arm." Use to your discretion.

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

Taglist: @asgards-princess-of-mischief @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp @mochie85 @fandxmslxt69 @skittslackoffilter @mischief2sarawr

You were never afraid of walking through the streets of Rome because your husband walking behind you would scare all who dared to harass you. You would go about the streets, your veil fluttering on your head, smiling bright in the afternoon sunshine. Caius always had a frown and glare in his eyes that dared any fool to try to cross with you. 

The marriage was purely for status- you were a good woman from a respectable family. Yes, that was probably why it was arranged between your parents! They wanted someone with a good heart and reputation, and Caius only wanted a wife to manage his house and give him children. Why should you say no? Not that you were scared of him at all- for he never once was cruel to you. Perhaps curt and blunt on occasion, proud and stubborn- but he never bullied you. With his famous wealth, you would never go hungry. He’d be away in battles and you would be alone and be free to do as you wished for months on end. If he died in battle, you figured, the more the better! You would have his money and the freedom of a widow with the respect of his name. Besides, you weren’t in love with anyone and never thought any suitors would show interest in you. 

Such was one walk, early in your betrothal. One fellow had not heard the news or knew who you were and came upon you. Trying to touch you, invite you to dinner or the bathhouses. You kept refusing, he kept insisting.

Then, the braggart leaned over and grabbed your arm.

In about ten seconds flat was Caius, unsheathing his sword, upon the braggart, pulling him by the collar. You shoved him off and ran behind him. The man trembled as if Thanatos stood thundering before him.

“I shall be quick in work and send you to your death-do you understand, villain?”

He nodded, shaking. He already seemed to learn his lesson. You edged forward to your dragon of an intended.

“Please- don’t kill him, there are too many people out watching- just scare him!” you whispered to Caius.

Caius shoved him down. The man shook where he stood and you thought you smelled urine leaking from his bladder.

“If you ever as much as speak this lady’s name-I will kill you.” he threatened quietly.

The man, having learned his lesson, mumbled a whimpering “yes, dominae” and fled.

Since your marriage, and with your new status as a general’s wife, such incidents never happened.

As you peered about one stall in the market, admiring the fresh fruits offered, you smiled bright.

“Oh, how lovely these berries look! So ripe and fresh! Wouldn’t you agree, dear husband?” you asked.

Caius remained frowning, though eyed down the berries. The man selling them looked pale and kept eying the sheathed sword on Caius’s hip.

“They’re fine,” he said. His pride kept him from commenting further on a simple farmer’s wares. But you felt his eyes over your smile seeing them.

Caius lent his coin to buy you some. The trembling farmer scooped up some berries, and popped them into a little bag, and handed it to you. You thanked the farmer and paused to admire them.

You smiled at them, as if they were jewels in your hands. Then you tried a little handful, popping them into your mouth.

“Mhm! They’re delicious! Thank you, Caius,” you replied.

You leaned up and gave him a peck on the cheek. He blinked, and his shoulders loosened down from the feeling of your lips. You could have sworn a faint pink was on his cheeks as he continued behind you- not that he dared smile or keep his guard down in public.

You thought it would be another ordinary quiet night. But Caius Martius was many things. Quiet and ordinary were neither of them.

At home, you wanted to rest your feet from all the walking today. Your loom was coming along and weaving it felt relaxing. As you sat, you heard footsteps. Turning around, you saw Caius standing there.

You stood up. “Husband? Is something the matter?”

“...no…” he said.

“Oh…then, what…what brings you here?” you asked.

“I wish only to sit, I have…scrolls to read.”

“This is, er, not the usual room for a man,” you said, taking note of the loom and embroidery, the flowers from the garden.

“I am going to sit and read. In this room,”  he said determinately.

Letting out an exhale, you relented.

“Oh- your mother is always right! Your dangerous stubbornness- oh, you are welcome here, Caius, dull as it must be for you compared to a fight with a Volsce…” you teased.

He made no answer. But you sat and weaved. Watching how the lines all came together and became one for the latest project.

Little did you know that his eyes were more on you than on the flimsy scrolls. Seeing your profile and your eyes over the work then the dusty work.

Though as you ate dinner, His eyes were on you, the neckline of your dress, showing your shoulders.  Your tempa mesa was presented, eaten, and sent away as was the meal. He moved closer, to sit beside you. You felt him move an arm around you. Speaking to you in soft tones.

 As a slave came in to take an empty bowl, you felt him close, he held up a hand. Talking about some silly complaint with the tribunes Brutus and Sicinia. But it was useless- he only wanted to touch your hand, trace it, and bring it to his mouth as his lips ghosted a kiss onto your palm. You took in a sharp breath as he did.

You felt your breaths become shallow and saw his eyes flutter boldly to your chest. He sat beside you, one hand always lying on your thigh.

“What…is this….”

“I only want to enjoy all that is mine- my house, my meal, and my wife.”

With that, he propped you upon his lap as the slave brought more wine. You felt yourself get warm, feeling him on you. Such…intimacy sent your heart aflutter. Though…after plates were cleared before he could tighten his arms to hold you, you slid off. He let you, his blue eyes widening.

“I’m going to get ready for bed,” you announced softly.

His hand was still on your skirt. As you walked away, the fabric pulled and then slid lightly off his fingers. His hand is still in the air as if still touching you.

You sat down before the vanity. Making sure your face was washed, you removed the jewelry you had. Smiling at how lovely they were. Gifts he still found to give you even though the wedding was some time ago. Gifts he still would give you.

The slaves were still around. They kept fanned cool air with peacock feathers. Played soft music on harps and little reeds and made sure there was always water for washing and kept about.

The door opened, and your heart beat hard as he got inside. You continued your nightly routine, removing the ring and necklace as well as the belt before you. Getting ready to change- and yet…here he was. A shadow in the corner. He walked up.

“Husband! My…I’m not in trouble?” you asked, slightly teasing.

“No…”

The servants all shot a look, he gestured at them to stay. To continue their business.

His arms wrapped around you slowly. Then, he laid his head down, looking at you in the mirror.

“But…I didn’t say I wanted this evening to end…” he breathed, he began to pepper kisses down your neck. His hands running down your arms.

“I said I was going to bed…not to sleep…” you said. Enjoying the teasing and playfulness. How you could still hold this mighty, fearsome warrior like wet clay in your hands.

He whispered into your ear for only you to hear.

“I’m going to burst if I don’t have you now.”

You grinned.

“Then have me,” you replied.

Three little words. That was all he needed.

He tore off your veil to where it flew down, fluttering like feathers. He pulled you in and kissed you. You moaned into it. His hands grew bolder, feeling down your sides. You moaned in response as he slid his tongue inside. You pressed yourself next to him, feeling his desire prod against you.

Then he was on you like an animal starved. At once he began to kiss you, cupping your face, keeping a hand on your back to keep you close. You waved a hand through his short, dark blonde hair. His own were going down to feel all over your skin, though his firey kisses never stopped. The man had a craving for you in the bedroom like no other. Not that you complained about it.

You took his hand and led it to your breast to squeeze.

“Caius…yes…more…” you moaned.

“You want more…” he replied.

“Yes- give it to me…” you asked.

“All of it…”

“Yes…”

“And you will take it?”

You looked into his eyes.

“...yes. I want more. Not like on our wedding night. I want it hard. And rough. I can take it. I will take it.”

At once he threw you upon the bed. Lush with blankets and pillows, rich and comfortable. He walked towards you, eyes filled with lust, his steps slow, his head tilted, but not smiling.

“When I take you, I want you to cry out. I want all of Rome, every plebian, every senator, every person, and every animal and god to know you are mine.

He was on you, feeling a hand on your leg and kissing you. You began to grind against him. The servants blushed and looked about, he gestured to them.

“Stay,” he ordered them.

They stayed.

“I don’t want you dignified. No, wife. Show your loyalty-” he moved his hands through your dress.

“Take off your clothes.”

“If you want me naked that badly- take them off yourself,” you dared.

He obliged.

You let a sound as he roughly reached into your dress and shoved down the sleeves. You began to let a sound, a gasp as it broke open. It nearly ripped it. Shaking, you helped remove his own clothes still on him. Amazed at though his chest was filled with those dark, bloodied scars, the muscles still on them. 

He smiled.

“Such a tongue you’ve grown to have on you, delicae,” he said

The music of the slaves continued, as did their fans. Though you could feel their eyes.

 Now you were naked in his room, feeling his hands explore all over you, one squeezing your breast as the other spread around your back, wrapping you in, fingers into your skin as if to mark you.

“Then shouldn’t I be punished?” you asked coyly.

He smirked as looked at you. Then he let the last of his clothes fall. Showing his impressive thighs and impressive cock so hard it dripped against his stomach,

“It was everything in me not to take you at that table…then we’ll make up for it…”

He half threw you to the study part of the room. There sat a desk.

“Lean over that desk.”

You obliged, heart beating hard.

“Spead your legs,” he ordered.

You opened your two shaking legs, your wet sex glistening before him.

“Put your hands on the edge,” he ordered in a rasp.

Two shaking hands of yours gripped the edge. He laid your hips up. Then thrust into you at once. You let out a sound. Then roughly, he began to take you. Pounding in, his large cock straining inside you. You let out a sound.

“Yes- yes keep that- you are- you’re mine, you’re mine now- now-say it-say. it.”

“I’m” you cried between his thrusts. “I’m-I’m-your-yours-you- gods!” 

He pounded into you with a fury. His own groaning increasing. It was so filthy, so depraved, and you loved it. You had to grip the edge tightly as he pounded into you. Grunting like an animal. 

The music from the slaves continued, as did the footsteps from their business. Harps continued on as Caius took you like a whore. You could feel them still watching everything. Wondering if they were frightened, aroused, amazed, disgusted, or all four at once. 

He began to growl to you between pounding you.

“So you-” 

thrust.

 “-never-” 

thrust 

“-forget-” 

He pulled you up by your shoulder to your ear. His voice right next to it, his cock and his voice overtaking you.

“You-” 

thrust 

“-are-” 

thrust 

“-my-” 

thrust 

“-wife.”

He reached a hand, finding your opening between your legs. The bud inside you, swollen and needy and overcome.  One large finger began to strum it and you let out a whimper feeling it. His large, long fingers could already play it so easily. He let you down, and you were gripping tight to keep from losing it all. You weren’t going to last long at this rate.

“Caius! Caius please-please-Caius-”

It was already crawling up, the desk thudded loudly, perhaps breaking if it weren’t so thick and sturdy. The slaves would know he was yours and you were his. That only he and you could bring each other this.

“Yes- cum, dammit, wife- cum for me, cum- just cum, cum with me-”

“Caius-caius! I- Caius-caiuscaiuscaiuscaius-” you repeated, feeling it break. Your voice gets higher until you let out a noise, as your climax hits you.

Then with a shout from him, the seed shot forth inside you. You moaned as you panted, catching your breath. He steadily pulled out. 

You felt his breaths from behind you, his touch gentler against your arm. One wrapped around you for protection. 

“Get her something to drink now!” he barked at the servants.

They nodded their heads and ran off. Caius with one swoop got you into his arms. You felt your breath light, almost dizzy with joy- he hadn’t done that since your wedding when he brought you to this house. You could still feel his strong arms supporting you so easily. He carried you over to the bed, settling you amongst the blankets. One slave brought a cup of your drink, and you sipped at it with both hands. He made sure a blanket was draped over you for a bit of modesty.

“What kindness…I never would have guessed you would have kindness in you…” you remarked.

“I…want to be honorable…” he said quietly.

He waved a hand, and the flushed slaves left, Granting you privacy at last. You saw Caius look at you, then glance down like a shy maiden.

This wasn’t like him.

“What is it?” you asked.

“What is what?” he asked.

“You and your dangerous stubborness! Well I have some in me too. You have enjoyed me. And you wish to speak of something, I can feel it. You can tell me. Is there something you want of me? A son? I’m sure at this rate, you’ll have one…” you urged, a hand consciously at your belly.

Caius tilted his head again, his hand moving you away from yours. But touching it softly. 

“It…isn’t that. What I have…you must think it isn’t for a man to say aloud,” he said

“But you must say it! Is something wrong? Are you ill? Is your mother ill? What did Menenius try to weasel you to do? Where are they sending you now!? Caius, Why not-”

He quickly got up and cupped your face. He spoke quick, plain, and to the point.

“I love you.”

You paused your breath tight and the room spinning

“You…love me?”

“Why did I ask my mother to arrange us married?”

It struck you.

“I was…am a virtuous daughter of a respectable family-”

He looked into your eyes.

“I’ve loved you the day I met you. I wanted to have you as my wife or no one.  I couldn’t resist you if Diana herself ordered me to.”

Struck silent, you saw his face soften. The orange glow of the candlelight making him that more beautiful. 

“When…when did you know for sure…did Eros really strike the moment you saw me ”

“I…I remember it was- it was the race for the senate. All the crowd gathered to see me speak, to see the consul. I tried to ignore you there, and I could not. I was in denial all that time. But seeing you-when you looked at me, and smiled, I forgot it all. I didn’t want the seat. I wanted you. Honestly, I don’t know when it happened. But it did. And yet- all at once I-I-”

He paused.

“Maybe it was when we were betrothed. Maybe I walked with you to the markets. Or when I saw you there. Maybe it was every dull dinner and banquet I had to attend, that I still went, hoping to see you. To just see you…”

He caught himself.

“But no…I think most of all…it was each time I spoke to you. And you knew of me….and now …”

He touched your hand and you brought it to your lips, kissing it tenderly. You almost saw a tear drop despite the stillness of his face.

“I know what I am. And I thought you should hate me. Beyond whatever duty you may feel to me as your husband-”

“Caius, I don’t hate you. Not at all.”

“Then…could you-”

“I could learn to love you, and choose to love you, Caius.”

You pulled your face to his and kissed him. Then you tucked yourself into him, embracing him as you both lay on the bed. Not just as husband and wife, but as two people deeply in love.

[monstaxdirtywonk]

Heaven is a place in hell with you.

Member: San as Hades x Reader Persephone

Plot: It's not the typical myth although it does share some similarities I've made some changes too to fit what I had in mind.

Genre: Angst, Fluff and eventual smut (not in this chapter)

Endless darkness. That's all his eyes have been seeing for the eternity of time. If only someone could imagine the depth of time combined with the depth of the darkness, they'd lose their sanity. Being a God grants you great power but being the God of the dead might not be seen as attractive as other God's kingdoms. Poseidon, ruling the vast sea or Zeus, ruling the mortal world. But death is the most powerful of all, Hades thinks, for it holds the power to diminish everything else. Whether someone was rich, privileged or one of a kind, after their passing, they are just part of the soul parade, a group of shadows with no purpose, just lurking around till the dawn of time. Maybe even after that. Hades has a bit of a reputation if you will, hated by most, if not all the living. The God's aren't fond of him either. He is too monotonous for their liking, keeps mostly to himself, he is on his own, just like what he rules, a lonely experience by default. His body is as immortal as it can be, a vast contrast between his surroundings. He stood tall and proud, well shaped and proportionate. His face chiseled and enigmatic, his prominent bone structure and intense gaze making him intimidating in a striking way. Appearance wise he looked no older than 25, but his soul felt awfully old. Maybe others were right to despise him. He can't stand himself either at times. A gloomy haze was his life, that seemed to have no end.

"A girl is playing around the lake, Lord" Thanatos, his trusted winged friend mentioned.

"She comes here often. She doesn't look human, but not godly either. More like a mixture of them too, not ordinary enough for a mortal, not divine enough for a goddess".

Hades decided to take a closer look after Thanatos' description. He is someone that likes to keep his thoughts and opinions independent, but he couldn't agree more. Her beauty was like something he'd witness before and something entirely different, all at the same time. She appeared delicate and gentle, her hands brushing through the bush, as the wind blew against her face. She seemed beautiful, but in a very different way than Aphrodite is. He didn't feel an ounce of lust for her, her vibes innocent and pure, almost angelic. The type of person you want to protect with your life, if he even had such a thing.

"Maybe she is a nymph? But she is someone I've never seen before and I keep up with them to say the least" Thanatos laughed, confirming his womanizer nature.

Hades laughed as well. His friend had a charm that drew others to him. Maybe they liked getting a taste of death while still alive, literally.

"That's true, you'd know her by now. I'm sure Artemis despise you, my friend. You are ruining chaste virgins left and right."

"Well what can I say? I'm popular with the ladies. I guess they might have a thing for my wings? I mean there aren't that many of us, even in the immortal world. But speaking of getting down and dirty, you haven't been laid in such a long time, Hades!"

The latter's eyes grew at the realization. He had some needs but they never bothered him to that extent. Keeping busy did the trick so far and he was more of an old fashioned man to say the least. His mistress was the night but he grew sick of her. They were too similar, he thought. He wanted some light to enter his world, a blinding brightness to shake him up and warm his icy heart. Or at least that was his persona, his mask. He knew, better than anyone, how much he felt and loved and longed for it. But he could wait for that, he had time, that's for sure.

"Mind your business boy" he said in a teasing tone but failed at intimidating his friend. Hades looked dark, dangerous even, until he became familiar to you. Once you made a place for yourself in his heart, he couldn't be further from that.

"Okay okay, I was just saying that it's a pity for you to go like that. But whatever makes you happy." He answered and raised both of his arms in a defeating manner. Thanatos knew that he was basically a brother to Hades, but he still wanted to keep their relations good, because he had the tendency to say more than he should.

"It's all good, I'm just teasing you!" Hades smiled his way and showed his dimples, the sweetest sight his kingdom had to offer.

Thanatos smiled back and took a look at the lake again, which they were able to see from the inside, as it was the main portal for the underworld. His smile quickly turned sour, and worry played over his handsome features.

"What is it?" Hades asked.

"The girl...seems to be in danger". Thanatos pointed out and Hades took a closer look. A wolf was some meters away from her, moving eerily elegantly for such a creature. Given the area the lake was, it seemed unlikely for an actual wolf to be there. It's size was extraordinary large too, all this made him believe it was one of Zeus' tricks again. A sudden surge of protective energy took over him and he wanted to save this poor girl from Zeus. She didn't deserve Hera's wrath either. None of them did. Hades took a hold of his scepter and pushed it on the ground. The lake started waving and it turned dark as if it was raining during a perfectly sunny day. The girl gasped at the sight in front of her and took a step back since she was almost right next to the lake by now. The waters were divided and a set of stairs showed up. When Zeus realized that the girl was about to escape, he started running towards her and she felt such an overwhelming fear that made her run without even realizing that this was probably a bad idea. She followed the stairs which turned to water again after each of her steps. As soon as she touched the ground, she broke down in tears and hid her face inside her hands, too scared to open them and face her destiny. But sometimes our destiny isn't as scary as we think it is, because there, in this dark and seemingly unwelcome world, she'd find a man with no soul, but more capacity to love than anyone else with a soul ever could.

Next chapter:

[flowerprincesscherryblossom]

little flower - chapter four

pairing: hades!Kim Namjoon x persephone!Female Reader word count: 5350 warnings: fluff, angst, smut, multiple pov, thanatos!yoongi, stalking, mastubation, wet dream series masterlist A/N: Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

An enormous headache due to all the drinks he had last night wasn't the perfect way that Yoongi wanted to spend the upcoming day, not that he had much of a choice, and he was sure that Jungkook, Jimin, and even Namjoon were feeling the same way he did.

But as the daimon of non-violent death and the minister's king he had a job to do, whether he liked it or not, and sending the Keres, to do one of them for him wasn't the best idea.

As he strolled in the hall, when hearing the cackling of the Moirai the gray-haired one's wings spread and he flew until he was sure he was away from the sound, not wanting to deal with the cryptic hags, especially after getting them inebriated.

Afterward, he kept making his way towards the throne room, being slightly surprised when he entered the room and saw that the god of the Dead was nowhere in sight.

"Where is the king?" the daimon asked the servants in the room.

"The king is still in bed," one of the servants said, bowing to the minister. "Shall we wake him up my lord?"

"No need," he gave a deep sigh while rubbing his temple. "I'll do it myself."

With another bow from the servants, Yoongi made his way to Namjoon's bedroom, passing through other servants with disregard until he reached the door.

The gray-haired knocked on it and waited for a response for a couple of seconds, of which when Yoongi received none, he knocked on the door again, a bit more forcefully, before letting himself in the room, closing the door behind him.

He entered the room, the sight of the king made Yoongi let out a sigh and roll his eyes, Namjoon being spread out naked on his bed, snoring incredibly loudly that almost made the gray-haired one want to cover his ears.

"This isn't how I wanted to start my morning," he said pinching the bridge of his nose before proceeding to grab the king of the Underworld's right ankle and shake it violently. The daimon kept doing this even as he heard the god of the Dead groan and start to move to shake off the unwanted feeling, only stopping and letting go once the gray-haired noticed that the dark-haired had opened his eyes.

"Ughhh," Namjoon groaned as he moved to sit on the bed, his feet touching the cold floor as he stretched his arms before passing his fingers through his hair. "What time is it?" the king asked with a yawn.

"Good morning!" the minister replied loudly, moving to carefully pick up the glass shards off the floor before putting them on the mirrored dresser next to the untouched glass, not wanting whoever was going to clean the room to have too much work with it. "Fun night?" he said in an almost bored tone, his eyes focusing on the objects on top of the dresser.

"What do you want?" the god of the Dead asked, cracking his neck and passing his fingers through his hair once more, before resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze focusing on the floor, his head pounding, as if someone kept hitting it with one of Hephaestus's hammers, as flashes of the previous day's events crossed his mind.

His brain paying special attention to when he had been with his mistress but having his thoughts fogged by someone else, one part of him feeling guilty for what he had done to both the goddess and the nymph; the second part telling him that he had done nothing wrong, for neither women knew of what he had done; and a third part, one which was very small but still very present, wanted to fuck Kore into his bed until she begged him to stop, wanting her to become so addicted to the pleasures he would give her that the goddess wouldn't even dare to search for something similar in somebody else.

The latter being pushed to the far back of his mind, not wanting to become hard in front of his minister.

"I came to wake the king so that he can perform his duties," Yoongi said circling his finger through the rim of the untouched glass. "I also wanted to have a private conversation with you," the daimon of non-violent death grabbed the bottle of wine and poured the liquid into the glass, taking a gulp while glancing at the taller one through his peripheral. "I would've preferred a more clothes-on type of conversation but I'll take what I can get."

With a roll of eyes and a tsk Namjoon stood up from the bed and walked towards his closet, grabbing his robe. "What did you want to talk about?" the king asked in a monotone voice as he put on the piece of clothing, both men having their backs turned towards one another.

"What's the real story behind the flower crown?" the gray-haired said taking a swing of his drink.

Silence filled the room for what felt like hours as Namjoon debated on what to tell the minister before settling on the narrative he had given. "The same one from hours ago," he turned towards the daimon, having decided to give him a little more information. "A woman made it and left it behind when she left in a hurry and I took it for myself, nothing more to it."

Yoongi turned towards the god, staring at him from top to bottom. "Is that all?" he took a sip, looking up to see the king's reaction from above the rim of the glass.

"Why wouldn't it be?" the dark-haired one wanted to keep the existence of Kore hidden from the gray-haired one, more so for the fact that he didn't want the other to start questioning him about her, even though the feeling of possession stared prickling on his skin, especially when he saw the minister move his unoccupied hand to grab the crown of daisies. "Now, if this conversation is over, I'd like to go about my day."

"She must've made quite the impression for you to need a memento," the shorter of the two said quietly as his fingers grazed the white petals of the flower.

Rolling his eyes the god of the Dead crossed his arms over his chest. "How long are you going to keep this going?"

"Until you tell me the whole truth," Yoongi threw the flower crown haphazardly onto the bed, earning him a scowl from the king, of which he gave a smirk in response, almost as if he had caught the god in a lie.

The god made a move to sit at the foot of his bed, taking the crown in his hands and passing his fingers through its petals, as memories of yesterday clouded his vision.

What is wrong with me? Namjoon thought to himself. He had met the goddess less than twelve hours ago, it hadn't even been a meeting, they had simply looked at each other from across the hall and were aware of one another, there hadn't been any conversation, and then he had hidden behind a tree watching her, only for it to culminate in him thinking about her while being deep inside his mistress, all of this in a span of six hours at best.

All of it was a first to him.

"Who is she?" the king was pulled out of his thoughts by the voice of his minister, who now spoke in a more soft and understanding tone.

The god of the Dead however remained in silence, gathering his thoughts by pushing Kore out of them, as he stood from his seat and walked towards the dresser, placing the flower crown on it.

"No one," the dark-haired one said with a deep sigh. It was for the best that he forgets her, even if there was a part of him that wanted to see the goddess once more. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a bath before starting my duties." before Yoongi had a chance to reply the Lord of Riches left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

The daimon sighed and rubbed his temple, more so due to how the conversation had gone and less about his hangover.

In all honesty, he wasn't surprised that his friend was guarded about the subject but, he couldn't help but wonder about the king's sudden attachment to something as simple as a crown made of daisies.

There was more to the story that Namjoon wasn't sharing, and while on any other occasion the daimon wouldn't press further, the situation at hand warranted some digging on his part.

Yoongi would never admit it out loud but the majority of the reason why he was doing this was that he was worried for his friend.

In all the years he has known the god, this was the first time he has seen him act this way.

The way Namjoon was staring at the crown moments before, the look in his eyes, one of melancholy, of heartache, of longing. A look the gray-haired hadn't seen since she had passed all those years ago.

But Yoongi reasoned that it couldn't be about her, Namjoon had long since passed his grieving process, especially if the twinkle in god's eyes after the daimon mentioned the Moirai's words was anything to go by.

And then, it clicked.

Could the flower crown belong to the bringer of death? It could explain the king's behavior but why try to hide it from him? If it hadn't been for him the Lord of Riches wouldn't even know the Moirai's prediction, so why hide from him?

"Unless…," Yoongi thought loudly to himself, taking another glance at the crown of daisies before exiting the room.

The daimon of non-violent death needed to talk to the Moirai once more, a thing that displeased him quite greatly but he felt like he had no other choice, the god of the Dead was being incredibly secretive and protective about the crown of daisies, and whoever had made the crown definitely had an effect on the king of the Underworld.

But there had to be more to the story, or else the god wouldn't be acting the way that he was.

However, Yoongi would have to be secretive about his new meeting with the Moirai, if the Lord of Riches was already defensive when it came to a flower crown, one could only imagine how he would act if he found out that his minister was trying to find more information about the crown's creator.

"Why do I have to be such a good friend?" he murmured with a sigh as he entered the throne room.

~🌸~

As the sun raised in the horizon, illuminating each corner with its light and awaking everyone and everything, from the birds that started to chirper to the blossoming flowers, not even mortals and immortals alike could escape its waking presence.

And for once in her godly life, the only thing that Y/N wanted to do was to curse Helios with all her might for waking the world up, and thus herself, for it meant she had to get up when the only thing she wanted was to continue lying in bed.

In fairness the goddess of spring had been awake for a while now, having woken up from a dream, a peculiar one at that, one she couldn't recall ever having had one similar.

A dream where she was lying in a bed made of flowers, arms at her side and eyes closed, taking in the bright sunlight. All of a sudden a gloominess took over, stealing away the light and leaving her surrounded by nothing but darkness, and while her eyes were now open, her body remained immobile.

In the blackness, a faceless but equally as dark figure, of similar built to that of a man, approached her, and, without uttering a word, settled between her now parted legs. His hands gracefully took hold of her legs and placed them on his shoulders just as carefully, spreading pecks and bites from her ankle to her thigh on her right leg before doing the same to her left one.

A sudden bite on her pelvis was all the warning she got before the figure's face was buried between her thighs, her back arching off the ground at the sensation of his lips kissing her most intimate part before using the flat of his tongue to lick at her entrance. His lips started to suck on her clit as he inserted two fingers into her, thrusting them in and out at a slow pace.

As the figure kept scissoring inside of her, the goddess of flowers' hips started moving in tune with his hand, her pussy clenching around the digits as moans kept falling from her lips, pleasure she had never felt before filling her bones.

With a moan against her center the figure's face backed away from her and started to spread kisses throughout her skin, making a path from her pelvis until her collarbone. The fingers in his left hand curled with precision against her sweet stop while his right hand fondled her breast, as his lips grazed against hers.

And when she was close to tipping over the edge, Y/N woke up with a startle, taking heavy breaths in order to calm herself down as quietly as she possibly could in order to not wake her mother up.

Ever since then she had been lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, the dream replaying in her over and over again, leaving her bewildered and with a tingling sensation between her legs, one she refused to acknowledge.

It wasn't the first time the goddess of spring had felt that sensation in her immortal life, the first time had been when she had met Apollo for the first time and he had started to flirt with her almost immediately, before the god of music was forced to leave by her mother, when she had the physical appearance of a girl in her late teens all those years ago.

A short time after both deities had left her with the nymphs, the goddess of flowers turned to them and asked about what she was feeling, of which Leucippe, Tyche, and Acaste explained in graphic detail everything they thought she would need to know, even going as far as telling and showing to her what she needed to do when she wanted to satisfy herself.

But, like she had told Aphrodite, Y/N never felt the need to do such things. That, and a mixture of a lack of courage to follow through with it, mostly due to fear of her mother finding out and the shame that would follow.

So, much every other time she had felt this need, Y/N would simply try her best to ignore it until it passed.

But as the morning sun started to rise, all hopes of remaining in bed disappeared before her, knowing that her mother would never allow her to be in bed without a concernable reason.

With a heavy breath, the goddess got up, stretching her arms and walking towards the kitchen, finding the goddess of harvest already there preparing breakfast, a fruit salad from the looks of it.

The younger goddess released a sigh as she walked, hoping her mother would be less mad than she was the previous night.

"Good morning mother," she gave the older goddess a peck on the cheek before moving to take a seat at the table.

"Good morning Kore," Demeter said, not lifting her eyes from her task. "Did you sleep well?"

A glimpse of her dream flashed for a second in her mind. "Yes mother, like a baby,"

The goddess of harvest settled both plates on the table and took a seat, both mother and daughter eating in silence, both glancing out the window each time they took a piece of fruit into their mouths.

"What are you planning on doing today my flower?" the older goddess asked, a neutral tone in her voice.

"I was planning on having a bath and then spend the rest of the day with the nymphs," Y/N played with a grape between her fingers before popping it into her mouth. "I'm sure they want to know everything that happen yesterday."

With a sigh, the goddess of agriculture turned her eyes from the outside towards her plate. "You do know why I was upset last night right?"

The goddess of flowers nodded. "Yes mother," she started to play with another grape. "It was because I made you worry after going to the garden in front of Zeus's palace without telling you."

Demeter's hand reached to hold her daughter's one, giving it a squeeze. "I apologize for being too harsh," she looked at the goddess of flowers, a caring look in her eyes. "I was incredibly worried after I couldn't find you and I overreacted." Y/N nodded along with her mother's words, her eyes focused on her lap.

The previous night as soon as she had heard her mother searching for her, the goddess of spring had made a quick dash towards the palace, leaving her daisy crown behind, and, once she had approached her mother she apologized for what she had done.

In response, Demeter angrily started to inquire questions to which she expected no answer to. Questions such as: 'Why were you by yourself?' 'Why not take someone with you if you wanted to go outside?' 'Why didn't you tell anyone about it?' and other such questions, ones that were quiet enough to not draw the attention of the entire hall but also loud enough to draw the attention of anyone who was close by.

Once the goddess of harvest stopped she grabbed her daughter's wrist and pulled her out the palace, both deities leaving for their home in silence and without farewells to the others.

She didn't hold anything against her mother, she knew the older goddess was simply worried. But, at the same time, her mother's actions the previous night bothered her beyond what she thought was possible.

The goddess of flowers had been by her herself less than thirty minutes. Why did she need constant supervision? She had been alive for centuries, her physical appearance had been of a young adult for so long, why did her mother sometimes still treat her like a child? Y/N knew her mother cared but it felt like too much at times.

"I know you meant well mother," she took a bite out of a strawberry. "I apologize for making you worry."

With another squeeze of her hand, the goddess of agriculture let go of her and both deities resumed eating in silence.

Once finished Y/N stood up to wash the plates, only to be stopped by her mother before she grabbed the dish. "I'll do it, you go on ahead," she stood from her seat and gave her daughter a peck on the forehead. "I love you, my flower."

"I love you too mother,"

~🌸~

After finishing his bath and putting on his clothes Namjoon quietly left his realm, spending a few minutes with Monie so that the three-headed hound wouldn't alert anyone of what the king was doing.

He just needed a few moments alone to gather his thoughts, his bath having managed into making his more lewd thoughts about the goddess of flowers more dominant.

The Lord of Riches had had his head leaned against the edge of the bathtub and his eyes closed, his mind replaying every single sinful thought that he had about the goddess while deep inside the nymph, so much so that once he felt his cock twitch Namjoon's hand moved to grip the organ.

At first, the strokes were lazy but as his brain conjured more erotic images of Kore, the faster his movements became, fisting his length like a mad man - images of the goddess on her knees with her lips around him; under him; on top of him; him taking her from behind; his face between her thighs as he ate her up like a man starved.

The god of the Dead stopped in his tracks and shook his head, if he kept focusing on these thoughts instead of getting rid of them, then it would just everything harder for him.

The king of the Underworld looked around his surroundings, he seemed to be in a meadow of sorts, the green blanket filled with all sorts of things, from plants and weeds to flowers and trees, with small creatures all over the place, from squirrels and rabbits to birds and bees.

If it weren't for all the animals and insects the Lord of Riches could almost fool himself into believing that he was in the Elysian Fields due to how peaceful and heavenly the meadow was.

He had missed this type of atmosphere from the Upperworld, more than he would possibly ever tell anyone, and while the Underworld had its fair share of vegetation, it still couldn't be compared to this one, comparing the plant life of his realm to the one from the mortal realm would be like comparing a hot breeze to a cold one.

Namjoon felt somewhat at peace, despite the goings-on in his mind.

But it wasn't long until for the tranquility to last much as the sound of excited squeals and laughter, women from the sounds of it, got louder the more he walked aimlessly, of which the god made a change to his path and moved to walk between the various trees, using them as cover as to not fright anyone.

As he got closer to the sound the Lord of Riches could start to make out the figure of the people making such a ruckus.

He stopped once he felt like he was close enough to see everything, the squeals seemed to be coming from a group of women, nymphs from the looks of it, a dozen or so of them, all sitting in a half circle, surrounding someone that the king of the Underworld couldn't see clearly from his position.

All the nymphs seemed to be engaged in whatever the figure in the middle was saying, no doubt gossip the god concluded.

As he was turning to take his leave two of the girls fell back onto the ground in fits of laughter, allowing him to see the person in the middle, and Namjoon could've sworn that his eyes bulged out so much that it almost felt like they would pop out of his skull.

There, in the middle of a bunch of nymphs, stood the one who's been haunting his every little thought for the past hours - Kore.

At the sight of the goddess the king stood in place as if paralyzed, needing to lay against the tree closest to him to stop himself from moving, if it was either to walk away or towards her Namjoon himself couldn't tell.

He took every inch of her: delicate hands; soft legs; flawless hair; gracious smile; starry eyes. All of her was perfect in his eyes, making his need to remain hidden that much harder.

The god of the Dead didn't know for how long he stood in that position, only being able to tell the passage of time by the position of the shadows. But if he had to be frank with himself, he didn't care much about it, as he watched the goddess pick flowers and laugh with the nymphs, he felt relaxed and at peace.

It had been so long since the Lord of Riches had had a break from his role, even if what he was doing wasn't proper.

The king wanted nothing more than to step out from his hiding place and talk to her, wanting to get to know the woman who haunted his every moment. But Namjoon wouldn't, for the fear that the goddess would be afraid of him.

He didn't need to be the smartest person on Earth to guess the type of things she had heard about him, not only that but, despite having no evidence to either prove him right or wrong, he knew Demeter had to be around the place as well.

The king of the Underworld highly doubted that the goddess of harvest would leave her daughter just under the nymphs' watchful eyes, he suspected that the older goddess wouldn't let anyone she didn't know or trusted anywhere near her daughter, especially, without a shadow of a doubt, if that anyone was the king of the dark and dreary realm.

While the god of the Dead and the goddess of agriculture have known each other for a long time and had a shared past, that didn't mean that they got along. In fact, Namjoon could guarantee with a hundred percent certainty that he could count on one hand the number of people he got along well with, the large majority were treated with indifference unless they did something that grounded on his nerves.

Not to mention the reputation he carried, surely contributing to what Demeter actually thought of him.

The Lord of Riches was pulled out of his thoughts at the sound of a snapping branch, the feet stepping closer to the soil he was in. At the sight of who the person was, Namjoon started to back away as slowly and quietly as he possibly could, all the while keeping his eyes on her.

He could only hope that the leaves from the trees that covered the sunny sky would be enough to help hide his presence, he didn't want the goddess of flowers to see him, not like this. Not when this was the second time he was creeping on the woman when he was supposed to be forgetting indecent thoughts about her.

When the goddess stopped so did the god, both mimicking each other's stance of having a hand laying on the trunk of the tree and being entirely focused on the object that stole their attention, something that was completely unbeknownst to her.

"Finally, some time to be alone," she released in a deep breath, cracking her neck from side to side. "Too bad it can't be for longer."

Kore spun around the tree, the very same one he had previously been standing next to, keeping her eyes on the green leaves that, although covered the entire sky, still let various rays of sunlight through, making the goddess look more divine in his eyes.

After some time, it could've been minutes or even hours but to the god none of that mattered, she stopped spinning and focused her sight on the foliage, her hand never leaving the trunk as Namjoon waited with bated breath for the goddess's next move.

Her hand slid down the stem until it reached its roots and closed her eyes, scrunching her eyebrows in concentration.

Not long after Kore opened her eyelids and smiled at the sight.

Namjoon however had been so entranced by the goddess beaming that it wasn't until he turned his vision towards the top of the tree that he understood the reason, on its branches magnolias of various colors started to bloom, each flower standing out against the leaves as if they were the brightest stars that filled the night sky.

His eyes widen in amazement, a smile forming on his lips just as wide, although having seen the goddess raise daisies from the ground the previous night, seeing her make flowers appear made his heart flutter, and the fact that it had been done on the tree he had been standing next to made his heart beat even more rapidly.

It almost felt like a sign in his eyes, a sign that the cosmos were not only affirming his sudden feelings towards her, but that, maybe, they were also reassuring him that the goddess of flowers would reciprocate them.

He shook his head at such thoughts and away from the scene. "These are all but delusions," the god whispered to himself.

It felt wrong to have such thoughts and feelings about someone he hadn't even talked to once, taking special consideration that he still had no idea who the bringer of death was and what importance they would play in his life. But it felt even worse to deny his emotions.

The king of the Underworld turned to look at Kore once more, finding her on the tip of her toes and struggling to catch the magnolias she had created, of which he gripped tightly on the tree he was next to, in order to stop himself from moving and help her.

After collecting enough flowers, of which to the god seemed enough to make three bouquets, the goddess left and returned to the nymphs, and as she left he saw the shadow of a shy smile on her lips.

Namjoon waited for a couple of minutes before stepping out from behind the tree and walking towards the now magnolia tree.

Being careful has to not be spotted the god of the Dead reached for the branches and carefully picked a dozen of the magnolias whose color reminded him of their creator, six whites and six pinks, and once he was done the king turned around to return to the Underworld, leaving the meadow as silently as he had arrived.

Once in his realm, the Lord of Riches did his best to hide the bouquet and to avoid engaging in conversation with anyone, taking extra precaution just on the off-chance that the daimon of non-violent death would be the one to find him.

As he passed through the palace halls on the way to his bedroom, a servant going the opposite direction stumbled upon him, bowing quickly at his king once his eyes fell on the god.

The king cursed under his breath before turning to face the servant, his expression blank but his eyes with a fiery burn in them. "Bring a vase of water to my room, preferably water from the Upperworld,"

He saw the eyes of the servant widen at his demand before turning from them to continue his path towards his bedroom.

"W-water? F-from the U-Upperworld? B-but my Lord -"

"Tell Cerberus I was the one that sent you and keep your mouth shut about this, especially to Thanatos," the king interrupted, turning to the servant and staring at them with a piercing gaze. "Do I make myself clear?"

The servant lower their shoulders in defeat and bowed to their king. "Y-yes my Lord,"

With that the god of the Dead walked a couple more steps before entering his room, shutting the door behind him a bit more forcefully than intended.

He released a deep breath, cracking his neck before carefully pulling the bouquet of magnolias out of its hiding spot and putting it, just as carefully, on top of his dresser, next to the crown made of daisies.

He kept his eyes on his flower collection as he walked backward until his legs hit the foot of the bed, causing him to sit on it.

The king had his elbows resting on his knees, his fingers intertwined with one another, his gaze intentionally on the flowers as his mind circled through the events that had occurred the past two days.

When the god had first stepped into the meadow his intention truly was to completely forget about the goddess, but now the situation had changed.

Now that he had found the general area where she spent a large portion of her time, he knew that he would visit the Upperworld more often, all just so he could have a glimpse of her in order to settle his thoughts.

Or at least, that was what the Lord of Riches was telling himself.

With a sigh Namjoon lowered his head, his fingers moving to grip at his hair, as the god felt himself slowly drifting into madness. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

So the 20 Qs for Fic Writers had me thinking that I should update y’all on my WIPs. So, I wrote down the file titles and typed the list up for you, my lovely followers.

Update

Want to know what I’ve been working on? See below the cut. ❤️💙💚💛

If you want to know about one or more of the WIPs fics below, please comment or reblog telling me the name(s)/title(s). I’m happy to answer. 😄 Excited to hear from you.

Legend

“ORIGINAL” means it isn’t a fandom fic. It’s my original piece of work.

“ ** ” means it’s published on ao3 and if you want more, you need to let me know in comments here or on ao3 and which one.

✍️ means it is an ask or equest so those are actively being worked on

Fic Titles:

(C) Don’t provoke Dean… (Pack Alpha!Hunter!Dean x Packless Omega!Hunter!Reader)

(C) Fledgling Cas**

#99 prompt (“You’re such a needy, good girl, aren’t you?” Female Sub Reader)

#99 v.2 prompt (“You’re such a needy, good pet, aren’t you?” Gender neutral Sub Reader)

09x03 I’m no angel Alt (just one scene)

09x03 I’m no angel Alt 2.0 (Episode rewrite)

2024-28-Feb Ask Beau x Reader ✍️

Alec M x Reader Crush (Alec McDowell x OFC Reader; Roommates to Lovers)

Alec x Reader 2

Alpha Dr Castiel Alpha Dean sinus

An Angel’s Unexpected Companion

Artsy summer exchange 2024 (Exchange SFW fic)

AU - BDSM Dom Cas switch/Dom Dean

Baby dragon vs the followers of the Thanatos Stone

Being a sex good isn’t all is cracked up to be (God!Dean x Angel!Castiel)

Bingo prompt Soldier Boy camboy

Blind Castiel A/B/O

By the flowers in his eyes (blind Gabriel)

Castiel’s Wings 2.0** (Angel Castiel x Hunter!F!Reader)

Dadstiel Plot 2.0 (Destiel+Kid)

Destiel date night

Domestic Destiel #? Glowy Angel seduction

Domestic Destiel #? Zorro meets Cowboy

Dragon Cas x Dean plot (Giant and Pet…)

Falling in love With an Angel ORIGINAL

Fell in love with a demon (Hell Knight Dean x Witch Reader; MoC Dean x Witch Reader)

Grindr meets long-term PLOT OUTLINE (Paramedic Dean x Doctor Castiel)

Guardian of Humanity A/B/O Plot

Guardian of Humanity A/B/O World and…

Guardian of Humanity Scene Drabble

Heat (Hunters!Destiel x Complex!Reader)

Imagine Dean comes home after having a bad day. (Hunter!Dean x Hunter!Reader)

Janus Coin - Winchester Brotherly Love (Body Swaping)

Post 15x19 DestielxOFC!Alex

Prize - Ketch/Gadreel/Dean+Kid✍️

Regarding Dean Rewrite 12 x 11 (Episode rewrite)

Romancing the Hunter** (Destiel x Reader)

Rough times with your mental illness…

Rough times with your mental illness…2.0

RPF First (Not) Date (Actor!Jensen Ackles x Actress!Female!Reader)

Sam x Psychic Reader (Reader thinks Sam has the most beautiful soul)

Sick Stubborn Reader x Angel Cas

Sinclair’s Daughter

Sleepy Angel Kisses (Destiel)

Soldier Boy x Reader (Solider Boy x Supe!F!Reader)

Spn 2.0 (Series rewrite)

Spn meets Fifth Element

Spn/Lilo & Stitch Fusion

Stereo love (Rock Star!Dean x Music Professor!Castiel)

Stone of Thanatos (death)

Surprise me contd** (Angel!Castiel x Hunter!F!Reader)

The Daughter of Death and Justice concept (Revenge fic, sort of; Destiel x Death Knight!OFC)

The monster under my bed (TFW Case Fic)

The Nephilim’s daughter (Revenge fic; Destiel x Death Knight!OFC)

The Omega (Alphas Destiel x Rescued Omega!Alex)

The Virus ORIGINAL (Origin story of A/B/O)

Two Men and the Virgin (AU - Modern; Husbands!Destiel x Single F!Henri (Neighbors to Lovers))

Vampire Dean (Currently, just smut)

Winchester A Life in the Hunter House (Tiny!Angel!Castiel x Tiny!Dean)

You want two Deans, Cas? (Angel Castiel x Current Dean x Season XX Dean; Slow burn; includes TFW 2.0)

[ancientboyfriends]

Name: Aster

Pronouns: They/them

Age: 18

What I Won’t Write: I won’t write anything gory or heavy/explicit smut. I also won’t touch on the usual topics (e.g. incest, pedophilia, etc.). If you request any of these things after I have told you I’m uncomfortable with them, you WILL be blocked.

Fandoms/Characters

(THE ONES IN BLUE ARE PLATONIC ONLY)

HADES

Zagreus

Thanatos

Megaera

Hypnos

Charon

Aphrodite

Ares

Artemis

Athena

Dionysus

Hermes

Poseidon

Zeus

Achilles

Patroclus

HADES Ships

(Purple = would be willing to do poly!x reader OR platonic, blue = would be willing to do PLATONIC!reader only)

Patrochilles

Charmes/Business Associates

Thanzag

Zagnos

This is not an exhaustive list by any means, as I may include other characters as I get more comfortable with writing for them. Feel free to request another character if I haven’t included one on here and I’ll try my best to complete it at some point. And please don’t request anything romantic for the platonic characters.

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alternate universe masterpost

independent works

「 ✦ jason grace ✦ 」

fixer upper ☼

work hard, party harder ☼

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18 ☆

alone in cabin 3 ☆ ᥫ᭡

keeping score ☆

wounded pride ☼

sick!bf!luke hcs ☼

luke x thanatos!reader hcs ☼

counting sheep ☼

driver's seat ☆

pinky promise ☼

the alchemy ☼

luke 'where my hug at' castellan ☼

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