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SELENE MOON INCARNATE in HADES II

Great Titaness, the Eye of Night, I draw you down; lend me your might!

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OLYMPIAN GODS in HADES II

In the name of Hades! Olympus, I accept this message!

#aphrodite looks amazing as always

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Hiiii, if it’s ok could I pretty please get a dominant AFAB Nonbinary reader & sub!Jason (if not, totally fine 👍) where reader is riding him on the couch, edging him as he whimpers and begs (gods I love him). Again if u don’t wanna do this- it’s totally cool, ur doing this for free (which I thank you for, your stuff fuels my souls some days istg) thank youuuu 👍

GN! AFAB! Reader x Surpise! Sub! Jason

I'm rusty, but here's 589 words?

In your defense, this started out as a friendly rivalry between you and your best guy friend - very ‘anything you can do, I can do better’ - but at some point, both of you crossed a line and now?

Now, you're half-clothed astride Jason's lap, and he's whimpering.

The big brunette looks up at you with plaintive green eyes, panting. His wrists shake under your hands, where you've pinned them against the back of the couch. Both of you know he's strong enough to overpower you without breaking a sweat, if he wants - but the uncharacteristic whine in his tone says it all: there's no place that he'd rather be, right now, than under your thumb.

“Okay, okay, [your name] - fuck - you win. You have better stamina. Now, can I please -”

You cut him off with a throaty laugh and deliberately slow the roll of your hips while upping the force behind it, causing Jason's breath to hitch.

“I don't know, Jay…can you?” you drawl with a wicked smile, clenching your inner walls together hard enough to make him moan. “Or are you so used to holding back that you can't remember how?”

Something behind Jason's eyes starts to soften and shift; they go half-lidded over his flushed cheeks as he bites his lip. Voice cracking, he pleads hoarsely, “[your name], c’mon, it's been almost an hour…please, please let me cum.”

You speed up a bit, smirking. “Oh, Jay…surely you can beg better than that. I'm not even convinced that you want it - after all, aren't we just having fun?”

Jason hisses, trying to regain some kind of composure - but then you start nipping and sucking at his neck, and he's gone. When you growl “mine”, his eyes flutter shut and he involuntarily mewls, “God, yes…’m yours…I’ll do anything you want…just…please…”

Enjoying this new side of him - he's never been so meek - you continue mouthing at his neck, purring, “That's better…but I'm still not convinced. How much do you want this, really?”

Trembling, Jason bucks underneath you, desperately seeking depth and friction. You deny him both, using the angle of the couch and position of your hips to keep his thrusts shallow, while he tries to retain some pride and not groan out of frustration. After a few more minutes of this, he gasps, giving in for real: “Master, please…I need it…please, please, please let me cum inside you? I'll be so good for you…do whatever you ask me to…just…please.”

“There it is; that's how a good boy begs,” you croon. “Well done, you can cum.”

You've had him on the ropes for so long that, once you start riding him fast and hard, he climaxes almost embarrassingly fast, sobbing, “God, yes, thank you, Master!”

You follow him over the edge soon after, largely from the rush of having a cis man twice your size wrapped around your finger. The two of you collapse against each other, spent, twitching, and sinking into his old beat-up sofa. As you both come down, he holds you close and nuzzles your neck, breathing in your scent. Quietly, Jason stammers out, “Um…would you like to stay the night, Master - sorry, [your name]? I think we might have a lot to talk about…and I can make those waffles you like, in the morning?”

Chuckling softly, you reply, “I'm not anyone's master, yet, Jay - but for waffles like yours, I'm willing to consider the possibility over breakfast with you…and yes, I'll stay the night.”

#love sub jason 🫶#reblog

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