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eraenaa · 3 months

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Stereotypical (Demi-God AU)

Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite

Synopsis: The daughter of Aphrodite falls for one of the sons of Ares— the second coming of their parents.

Warnings: Mature, 18+, Dry Humping, Semi-Public Relations, Not Proofread

Word Count: 2, 720

It’s stereotypical, you were aware—a whole cliche. But what were you to do when you realized that you were growing attracted to one of the sons of your mother’s past paramours? It did not help that he was the strongest fighter in camp— the most mysterious and illusive Demi-God there. You watch him by the benches whilst you sit and chat with one of the daughters of the Goddess Demeter, Helaena. “You’re staring at him again,” She teased as her fingers twirled the stem of a dandelion whose buds she blew away. You rolled your eyes and shifted your gaze, denying the accusation. “Just speak to him; I’m sure he won’t be as standoffish as he seems.” Helaena hummed, but you shook your head.

“What are you two talking about?” Aegon, the son of Dionysus, appeared, seemingly intoxicated, even though wine was banned from camp. “No— let me guess,” he quickly said. “I’m guessing… the brooding swordsman? Hm?” He asked you, and you felt color bloom on your cheeks. Were you that obvious? You groaned and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear in frustration. “I do not understand! They… usually fall at my feet, trying to get my attention! But not him,” You complained, making Aegon and Helaena smile in amusement at the expense of your irritation. “Whatever, I’m going for a walk,” You grumbled and stood, trying hard not to let your gaze fly over to Aemond, who trained with a sword.

You find yourself in the woods, threading closer to the lake where you often stare at your reflection in the water. You took in a deep breath and stared at your face blessed by your mother— the prettiest girl in camp, they say. You attracted all sorts of attention, good and bad, but the only attention you wanted was never bestowed upon you. He denied you of his lone gaze. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” You hear a voice ask. You sighed and cast your gaze upward, landing on Jacaerys, son of Hephaestus. “Hello, Jacaerys,” You say politely.

“Do you mind if I join you?” He asked, dark eyes hopeful. “I… I’d actually prefer to be alone right now,” You reasoned. Watching his face drop. You sigh; if only Aemond were this excited to be in your presence. “Oh,” Jacaerys said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’ll see you at dinner, Jace,” You give him a fleeting smile, and you thank the gods that he actually took the hint and left. You returned to stare at yourself, trying to define which aspect you could improve upon, highlighting them in hopes that it would catch the attention of one of the sons of the God of War.

“What are you doing?” A different voice asked, a reflection joining yours on the surface of the water. You yelped and backed away in surprise. “Gods, Aemond,” You said as he finally cast his eye upon you. “What were you doing?” He asked once again, leading out his hand to assist you to stand. “Staring at myself,” You mumbled, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as he caught you. You hear him scoff, “Of course,” He said and let go of your hand that tingled from touching his. “Best you be reminded by the fate of Narcissus,” Aemond stated. You bit back your tongue; this is what you wanted. He was speaking to you— his attention on you, but now it came; why were you frozen as if you had gazed at Medusa?

“Do you not have to train?” You asked Aemond as you perched yourself upon a log near the river banks. You watch him take a pebble into his fingers, skipping it on the water. “I’ve just finished,” he said and moved to take a seat next to you. You took your lower lip between your teeth as you felt your shoulders brush, the heat of him reaching you. “What do you think we’re doing here?” You suddenly ask as both of you stare off into the orange sun that reflects on the lake. “What do you mean? We’re here to train. We’re here for protection from the outside world.” Aemond stated the obvious, but you shook your head. “Train for what?” You asked, “A war.”

“Is there one?” Your eyes locked upon his. “I… I just do not understand why I was brought here,” You confessed as you saw the confusion in his lilac orb. “They say the world of mortals was filled with danger— but mine wasn’t. I was living comfortably— I do not understand why my mother had summoned me if I am not to do anything here,”

“The gods have a purpose in every action they make— even if we do not understand it,” You hummed at his statement. “Do you truly believe that?” Aemond looked at you with a question once more. “I just… feel like we’re pawns being played here— born to do their bidding. We make the sacrifices; they get the glory. I just think that the minuscule scrap of recognition they throw is not at all worth it.” You saw a smirk rising to his lips despite the seriousness you posed. “What?” Aemond shakes his head; you feel him inch his way closer to you. “My sister seems to think that you’re filled with air in that pretty little head of yours,” You blinked at his statement; should you be offended or flattered?

“And do you agree?” You ask, fearing for his statement. Aemond hummed, gazing at your face. It was the first time in your life that you felt insecure under someone’s gaze— the first time you felt fear that someone might not think you agreeable and comely. “I agree with her when she said that you were pretty… very pretty,” You bit your cheeks as his eyes flew to your blushed cheeks and then ever so quickly to your lips. “But, no, she was completely mistaken to underestimate you,” You feel your lips twitch, catching Aemond’s attention. You inch towards him, your desires swirling with your assumptions. Aemond stayed rooted where he sat; he did not lean in, nor did he pull away. When your nose brushed, you hear him take in a harsh breath. “We should head back,” he said and pulled away, leaving you confused and overly embarrassed and rejected.

You were so close— you took the courage to move first. It was all Aemond wanted— all that he had dreamed of. All his offerings to the gods were for this moment, which was why he was greatly disappointed and infuriated with himself when he backed away and left like a coward. It was too much— it was so much more than he could handle. Ever since you’ve arrived at camp, all he did was try and keep your attention on him. He trained day and night, purposefully choosing grounds where you would pass by. He would relish with each moment that he would feel your gaze upon him. Watching intently as he would fight and show off his skill, hoping that it would impress you. Knowing that it was how his father had caught the attention of your mother.

Aemond’s eye would fly to you during dinner, you sitting with your brothers and sisters. There was no smile on your lips, unlike the previous nights; you sat limply and played with your food, your cheek resting on your palm as a pout formed itself on your luscious lips. What had he done? How could he subject the most beautiful girl his eye has ever seen to such a sullen state? Aemond dug his nails into his palms. You were the daughter of beauty and love, and he was the son of war and strife. He did not deserve anything so precious and delicate as you. He could only offer you ruin and struggle. The thought of bringing you conflict only fortified his decision to back away. To instead protect you from afar— to relinquish his desires to be with you, to hold you, kidding himself that gazing at you was enough. That simply looking at you had to be enough.

Days passed as both you and Aemond avoided each other. You, embarrassed by your wanting actions and him, controlling himself from giving in to his desires. You no longer watched as he would impressively train with the sword, and he would no longer silently trail you wherever you went. Aemond only picked specific moments to follow you and made certain that no danger would find you— even though the two of you were in the safety of camp where no danger could reach, Aemond was just simply cautious.

You traded the lake for the beach. Walking alone on the sanded path, the moonlight shining bright atop the water. Your mind consistently loops your foolish actions, making you cringe at yourself. You called for your mother the other night, trying to find guidance or perhaps comfort, as rejection did not sit well with you. The thought of someone not falling for your charms when everyone so easily did, scared you. She ignored your offerings and pleas, leaving you to face your confusion and fears by yourself, only solidifying your beliefs that you and all the children in this camp were simply pawns by the gods. Expected to answer their call when it first rings whilst they constantly ignore yours.

You sighed heavily, staring off into the sea where your mother was born. Stepping foot into the water, you tried to connect with the woman who disrupted your peaceful, mortal life only to bring you here and ignore you. You took deep breaths, walking deeper into the water, not caring that you were still clothed as you submerged yourself in the sea. Aemond watched by the shore, battling with himself if he should follow. When you disappeared under the water, with each passing second, you did not emerge; it only put forth fear in the bravest demi-god in camp.

Aemond shook his head and ran to the sea, diving to where you disappeared only to catch you resurface, shocked as you realized his presence had joined you. “Aemond,” You breathed out, wiping away the salt water from your eyes, the boy holding your arm, the waves pushing him closer to you. “What… what were you doing?” He asked, concern lacing his deep, silky voice. “I wanted to swim,” You reasoned, hoping that the water would clean you from embarrassment and shame. You feel his eye grow downward, looking at the clothes you fashioned. “In your night dress?” He asked, the silk fabric thin, the cool water clinging to your body. “It was a spontaneous decision,” You mumbled, your gaze shifting away from him as your cheeks heated. The both of you floating in the sea.

“Why are you here?” you asked, realizing that he had gone in the water, fully clothed as well. You met his eye, the sapphire orb shifting around. His thin, pink lips parted as he tried to find a reason. “I… I—“ You bit your lip, as you had never seen him so flustered. The most fearsome son of Ares is at a loss for words when faced with the prettiest daughter of Aphrodite.

Aemond stayed silent, only the crashing of waves reaching your ears. It took a while for the both of you to realize that you floated in each other’s arms— the past events of the other day returning to your mind, both making you conscious. “I’m sorry about the other day,” You whispered as you saw it best to address your actions in order for the both of you to forget it and your mind to free you from the torment of your idiotic presumption. “It was wrong for me to assume… I have misread your intentions and made you uncomfortable; I apologize.” You say sincerely.

You hear Aemond sigh, the waves pushing your bodies closer together, his breath fanning your face, your scent invading his senses. “You did not misread anything,” He admitted. Making your brows furrow. “I… I wanted you to kiss me, wished for it for a while now.” He confessed with a small smile, trying to lighten the tense air with his rare but charming smile. “Oh,” was all you could say as you tried to comprehend his words. “Then why… “ you trailed as you had trouble wording out what had transpired in the lake. Aemond sighed, and you stilled as you felt his arms wrap around your waist, flushing your bodies together as the both of you floated. The moonlight lighted your face, illuminating his silver hair as well as your milky skin. “I got scared,” He admitted, daring to cup your cheek. Your skin was soft against his calloused palm.

“You? Got scared? The favored son of the god of war got scared by the prospect of a kiss?” You asked in confusion, resting your hands on his shoulders. You hear him let out a small chuckle. “I was only frightened because it was you who I would be kissing,” He stated, caressing your cheek. “The most beautiful girl I was ever blessed to see… now, I hope you’d understand why I panicked,” Aemond smiled as the blush on your cheeks deepened. You set your gaze downward, staring at the water that sparkled under the silver light. Your heart stilled when you felt Aemond place a finger under your chin to raise your gaze once more, finally having the courage to place his lips against yours.

Aemond wanted to be slow and cautious, to not frighten or pressure you to succumb to all his desires. But as a sigh left your throat when your lips finally met, all restraint he had disappeared. Pulling you impossibly closer to him, making you wrap your legs around him, letting your arms cling to him. Deepening your kiss, his tongue asked for entrance, which you were hesitant to give but relished the feeling when you did. Aemond’s chest rumbled with a sound as you accidentally nipped his lip, enjoying your mistake that only fueled his desires further.

You pulled away from him, suddenly feeling cautious as the both of you were being so intimate in such an open space where anyone could see. You tried to speak reason, to speak caution that the both of you may be caught, but as Aemond placed his lips on your neck, kissing it and leaving his marks, you no longer had the capacity to speak. Pleasure freezing your mind at the new sensation. Aemond hummed as he heard your heavy breathing, your sweet taste mixing with the salted water as he indulged in the feel of your skin. Aemond closed his eye tightly as you, who had your legs wrapped around his torso started to move your hips. Squirming as you felt urgency for something you were yet to know consuming you.

Aemond’s hand moved downwards from your waist to your bottom, cupping them and aiding your movements that sought for friction. You let go of a shaky breath against his lips, your eyes looking deeply at his sapphire eye that turned dark and glazed with deeper desires and restraint. “Aemond,” You whimpered, filled with anticipation of what was to come. You ground your hips further, making him utter a foul word and turn his head to the heavens. Aemond moved one hand to cup your cheek, bringing you closer to kiss your lips once more. “I… I— Aemond,” was all you could utter as you were uncertain what the sensation was building inside you. It was sharp and urgent and pleasurable— an odd mix. “Are you to come, my pretty girl? Hm?” Aemond gritted as his hips met yours. He bent his head down and placed a kiss atop your chest; his head felt light at the whimpers of his name that your mouth spewed.

“Aemond!” You shrieked as all finally fell, your body feeling alight as you came at the sensation of riding against the boy you had desired for long. Aemond gritted out your name as he, too, came, spilling himself in his trousers. You hummed as he kissed you again, tasting him and the sea that was witness to your desires and pleasures being fed.

Sequel: Jealousy, Jealousy

#aemond fanfiction #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond smut #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #aemond modern au #greek mythology au #aphrodite #daughter of aphrodite #ares #son of ares #pjo #demi god #camp half blood

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lotuslate · 10 months

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My submission for @noxetlux-zine 🌞

My idea for celestial beings Wangxian was Apollo!LWJ and Hermes!WWX, check out my twitter for the full nsfw piece 🌝

#wangxian #mdzs #mdzs fanart #lan wangji #wei wuxian #greek mythology au #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #jessbye #egg #guys if u look up the myth behind these two gods it fits their dynamic so much i promise you kgdsjbdfjks #hermes is the messenger god and also the god that leads the souls of people after the die in the underworld #also a trickster god smh #apollo is the god of music and poetry!!#and the one who literally Carries the sun with his charriot in the morning #in mythology hermes has played many pranks on him and apollo has gotten very angry at his tricks however they grew closer over time :’)#i see them as one of those rls that historians are like omg they were such good friends :)#KADJBFKDAFJ

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mi-i-zori · 15 days

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Until The End

CoD - Greek Mythology AU - Hades!Soap x Persephone!Reader

SYNOPSIS : Hades’ thoughts to his Queen.

WARNINGS : None.

Author’s Note : Inspired by @charliemwrites ‘ version of a Greek Mythology AU. I really wanted to try and write a little something about it - it was meant to be longer at first, but I’ve been kind of stuck lately. Still, I kinda like it, so here you go o/

I do not give permission to re-publish, re-use and/or translate my works, be it here or on any other platform.

It didn’t take much for the mortals to forget all about us.

Even though they still talk about us ; write about us ; grace celestial bodies with our names ; and fantasise about our time…

We are now nothing more than myths in the back of their minds. Stories to be analysed over and over, used to teach about the ruins of a civilisation that merged into many. An empire devoid of its former glory.

It didn’t take much for the mortals to forget all about us.

And it took even less for some of the Gods to forget about each other.

The Titans have long since gone silent down in Tartarus, and so have Orpheus’ songs. The souls hovering in the Underworld have all been sent out to a new life, their newfound beliefs condemning Cerberus to guard gates that are never to be opened again. There is no judgment to be given, no life to be retrieved.

In the end, the Earth keeps spinning. The sun keeps shining, and the moon keeps rising. The seasons, too, keep changing, following their never-ending dance from one hemisphere to the other. The foundations of this world remain the same.

Yet you no longer grace my domain with your light.

Time spares no one. Not even us Gods are immune against its passing.

But I refuse to forget.

I still spend my nights in the bed we used to share. The scent of your perfume vanished eons ago, yet my dreams are filled with visions of you. Your laughter echoes in the back of my mind, and flowers bloom in my memory - just like they did before, following you wherever you went. Their petals glisten with phantom dew.

Do you dream about me too ?

I cannot seem to remember where my body has been left to wither ; but every new vessel I find shall guide me to yours. The Moiras no longer spin any thread - so I keep clutching the one binding our souls together in my war-torn hands, hoping that you, too, glance longingly at it whenever it meets your eyes.

It might not be the case, however. If so, I will make it my goal to remind you of every single memory we once shared.

It didn’t take much for the mortals to forget all about us.

And it took even less for some of the Gods to forget about each other.

But I will not follow their lead.

For you hold a special place inside of me.

A place I shall guard until the End.

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #x reader #cod au #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #soap cod #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap mw3 #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #greek mythology au

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pancreasman · 20 days

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Greek mythology AU? 👀

Amy as the goddess of love, Blaze as the goddess of wisdom, Rouge as the goddess of festivity might make more!

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic fanart #sonic au #amy rose #Sonic and the three fates au #amy rose fanart #blaze the cat #blaze the cat fanart #rouge the bat #rouge the bat fanart #greek mythology #greek mythology au

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bit-dodgy-innit · 1 year

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Heaven Sent You to Me

Pairing: Apollo (who happens to look exactly like Orestes in Agora) x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3.8k

TW/CW: umm we all know Greek Mythology is like screwed up right? So there’s mean patriarchal men in this, a bit of power play between Apollo and reader, innocence!kink, oral (f!receiving), PinV sex, loss of virginity, talk of pregnancy

A/N: YES I AM AWARE THAT I SHOULD BE WRITING THE MORE THE MERRIER OR ANSWERING THE OTHER 87 ASKS IN MY INBOX BUT MY MUSE IS FICKLE OKAY? She said “Oscar as Apollo or no words at all” so here we are 🤷‍♀️ I watched The Two Faces of January last week and kept thinking that Oscar looks like a Greek god and @lovely-cryptid ‘s greek mythology AU lives rent free in my head and I couldn’t help myself…

Also the title is a lyric from an Ariana Grande because I have fully reverted ten years writing a Greek Mythology AU for my fandom du jour with a song lyric title bc I'm ~artsy~

You should have known he was a god. The way his fingers seemed to fly over the strings of his lyre. That enchanting, mellifluous voice. The smile that shone brighter than the sun itself. You’d encountered him in the woods behind the temple consecrated to him for Zeus’s sake.

Though who could blame you for assuming he was a mortal man? What would a god, an Olympian, want with you – an unimportant peasant in a small, unimportant village? He’d appeared to you as a mortal, a beautiful, alluring one, but a mortal. In fact, he’d been rather short in stature. Apollo’s affairs and exploits were famous, nay infamous, and even now it seemed impossible to reconcile the man who had spoken to you with such sweetness, who had wrung ebullient laughter, as well as previously unimaginable pleasure, from you was the mighty god you and your family had worshiped since time immemorial.

The revelation that you had lain with the god of light, music, medicine, the averter of evil, had been one that raced your head endlessly over the past few days, but it never failed to send a shiver down your spine. You instantly conjured the broad, chiseled planes of his body, so starkly contrasted with the gentle way he’d made love to you. When you revealed that you were a virgin, he was tender with you. Fragments of memories flashed in your mind’s eye but the one that oddly lingered the longest, and the most vividly, was the sweep of his thick, dark lashes across his high cheekbone when his eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy as he met his release. He had been the portrait of pleasure and beauty. You were truly a naive fool for not realizing the divinity in front of you in that moment.

“We must pray that you conceive,” your mother had declared. “You have already secured our family great status, but a demigod? Dmitri, can you imagine?”

Despite her praise, your cheeks burned in shame when she turned to your father for his reaction. You detested how openly and calculated this very intimate, typically private event in your life was being discussed. No one was supposed to know. Yet your sister had found the blood stains on your chiton while laundering it, and she’d coaxed the details out of you.

“Did it hurt?” she whispered.

“No.”

Her brows furrowed, “But you bled. It always hurts. It hurt my first time.”

“I…I don’t know. It didn’t. There was a–,” you blushed bright red and lowered your voice even further, “–a stretch, but it was pleasurable. I didn’t notice the blood until you did.”

Your sister was not willing to let it go. A trait among the women in your family that you’d failed to inherit.

“Well, how large was he?”

“Caris,” you urged her to stop. Yet, you knew your plea was useless, so you quickly approximated your lover’s size with your hands.

“Oh that definitely should have hurt!” Caris squawked in disbelief.

“I’m not talking about this anymore!” you proclaimed.

And that really should have been the end of it. Yet when you, Caris, and your parents made your weekly tribute at Apollo’s temple the following day the priests and acolytes were all abuzz. The god had appeared yesterday.

Initially, you had been as exhilarated as the rest of them, yet your stomach dropped and face blanched as the priest who had seen Apollo described him. Inky curls, olive skin, dark eyes with a strong brow and prominent nose. The god possessed an undoubtedly commanding presence, but there was a playfulness, an exuberance to him.

You and Caris traded bewildered glances. The priest’s depiction of Apollo matched up rather perfectly with Phoebus, the young man you’d stumbled across when you’d decided to take a walk through the forest rather than immediately returning home after your visit to the temple.

“It’s him,” she asserted lowly as you all headed back home.

“Shhhh,” you tried to speed up and away from her, a stupid idea because Caris had longer legs than you. When she inevitably caught up with you two seconds later, you insisted, “Don’t be silly.”

“Apollo is the god of healing and diseases. Is it really so far-fetched to believe that he could minimize any pain for his lovers? Especially the virgins?”

“Caris! Enough!”

The vehemence of your demand had caught your mother’s attention. While in the moment you were able to extinguish any suspicions she had, eventually Caris’s big mouth betrayed you. You had expected her to rage. To punish you. You, an unmarried, unbetrothed woman, had engaged in an activity that was the most important gift in your dowry to your future husband. You readied yourself for the insults and reproaches your mother would hurl at you for becoming damaged goods as a marriage prospect.

Yet, she all but kissed your feet when she found out. She rejoiced, then immediately marched you back to the temple to meet with the clerics. That was when the humiliation began. You were examined to ensure that you had in fact been deflowered. As if that hadn’t been degrading enough, you then were stripped and prayed over for hours, leering men begging Apollo for a sign to confirm that you were indeed the one the god had chosen to ravish. The manner in which the priests brusquely groped and prodded at you couldn’t have been more different than the way the deity himself had treated you, the god they claimed to serve.

When a sign didn’t immediately appear, doubt had set in. A mortal woman winning the attention of their patron god was the most momentous thing to happen in your village in generations, so if you were lying? Eternal shame. For you and your family.

You were kept overnight in the temple in a nicely appointed room, but forbidden to see anyone. You cried yourself to sleep, yet much to your relief, at dawn, Apollo provided the confirmation the priests needed and you were allowed to go. Of course, by the time you returned home, everyone knew.

After having a bit of time to contemplate it, you realized that it wasn't so much the fact that every single person in your life began treating you differently that unmoored and overwhelmed you, it was how swiftly it had all happened. It hadn’t been your choice.

You were required at the temple daily now for rituals. Thankfully, the fact you’d lain with a god disqualified you from becoming an acolyte, you were still needed for “veneration” purposes. You soon deduced this meant that the priests simply wanted to keep you around to curry favor with Apollo.

You hated it. You were the only one present in the chamber currently who had ever meaningfully interacted with the deity, yet you were reduced to a glorified altar ornament for their rites.

The only way to weather these hours-long sessions was to recall what brought you here in the first place. You retreated into your memory of that fateful afternoon when you met Apollo.

It’d been a beautiful day, and you were more at ease in nature. The hustle and bustle of the village and the imposing columns of the temple felt suffocating to you.

You’d heard him first before you saw him. The most beautiful music wafted toward you. You couldn’t have turned away if you’d wanted to. It was as if the mixture of the melody he played and the tune he sang had entranced your feet to carry you to the source of the sound. You hadn’t heard the song before, but inexplicably, it had an odd air of familiarity within your ears.

The sight of him initially seemed to be a joke. He had to be a mirage of some sort. A song so gorgeous coming from a man who was even more dazzling? Had you tripped and hit your head on your stroll from the temple? Surely you were dreaming.

His song ceased when he sensed your presence.

“I’m sorry,” your apology tumbled from your lips at once. “Please don’t stop on my account, I didn’t mean to–I’ll leave. I apologize for intruding.”

Before you could tuck and run, he called to you.

“Don’t! There’s no need.”

You froze, and slowly pivoted back to face him. He’d gotten closer to you, which was terrible for your clarity of mind. In addition to his good looks, he radiated an irresistible air of power, and his proximity only compelled you to submit to it more.

“Thank you.”

Suddenly, the man before you turned boyish and shy before he queried, “Would you like to hear more?”

“Please.”

It was the first time you were treated to his smile. It reduced you to a blushing fool with a startling amount of efficiency.

He motioned to a nearby boulder for you to take a seat on. You obeyed instantly. He took his place on a nearby log and resumed plucking at his lyre.

His song was haunting, beguiling, and hopeful all at once. His voice lilted over the lyre’s strings. He sang in a language you didn’t understand, and couldn’t begin to identify, but you were captivated all the same.

You were slightly embarrassed, though not at all surprised, that there were tears staining your cheeks when he concluded.

He grinned dopily when he saw you dabbing at your eyes, “That bad, huh?’

“Stop,” You chuckled through your tears. “You have a gift.”

He shrugged off your compliment with a frustrating amount of nonchalance.

You needed to know more about this mysterious man. “I’ve never seen you before.”

“I’m merely passing through.”

“Are you a minstrel then?”

He smirked as if you’d said something inadvertently humorous to him. “I suppose you could call me that.”

“Well, what should I call you then?”

“Phoebus.”

“Have you traveled much, Phoebus?” you inquired.

“I have.”

“Could you tell me about the places you’ve been? I’ve never left this utterly boring village.”

“I will, if you tell me what keeps you here. Is it your village’s association with the deity?”

You cocked your head in confusion. It was an odd question to you. You strove to answer diplomatically, “While I wouldn’t say that Apollo is driving me away, I wouldn't say he’s keeping me here either.”

Again, that secretive little smirk tugged at the corners of Phoebus’s quite luscious mouth. “I see. He’s vastly overrated isn’t he?”

“Oh I wouldn’t go so far to say that!” you attempt to course-correct. “We’re blessed with his patronage.”

A mischievous glint danced behind Phoebus’s dark, magnetic eyes. “Say no more. Now, where do you want to hear about first?”

He proceeded to regale you with tales of the most wondrous places. Of seas and mountains and monsters and the divine. You got lost within his stories. You wished you could live within them.

It had seemed like the most natural thing in the world to accompany him on a stroll when he suggested it. Typically warnings would blare in your head - you must not stray any further with this handsome stranger, he could sully you, or worse, harm you, but you felt entirely safe with Phoebus. At the time, it had been impossible to put your finger on why you’d felt so. Now, it was abundantly clear: you’d been in the presence of one of the most powerful creatures in all of existence. Still, he chatted and wandered with you in a remarkably similar manner to mortal men your age.

When you two came across a river and Phoebus proposed a swim, your cheeks had burned with sheepishness. He hadn’t mocked or derided you, he simply offered to turn away while you undressed and submerged yourself into the water to afford you some modesty. However, Phoebus hadn’t been quite as bashful as you had been when disrobing. In fact, the flourish with which he all but flung off his chiton led you to believe he wanted you to watch him, rather than avert your eyes like you immediately did once you realized what he was doing. You hadn’t been quick enough however, and had caught a delectable glimpse of his toned chest, thick thighs, and what you deduced was a well-endowed groin.

You only dared look back up when you heard the splash signaling his entrance into the river. He resurfaced with his black curls matted and slicked back against his skull, an impish grin on his lips. He reached for you and you floated to him without hesitation. The feel of his bare skin against yours was intoxicating.

“I want to kiss you,” he murmured, even though you two were the only people around for at least a mile.

“You may,” you granted him permission in a similarly hushed tone.

Your lips drifted together, and then it was as if you had become a feral animal let out of its cage. You couldn’t get enough. Your lips moved against his ravenously, your legs wrapping around his torso on instinct when he moved toward the river’s bank. While the press of his arousal against your hip was certainly a foreign sensation, you weren’t afraid. He deposited you on the warm silt for a moment before retrieving your tunic and laying it under you, a makeshift bed for what was about to come.

It was then that you confessed. You didn’t know what to expect once the words left your mouth - judgment, indifference, a perverse excitement - but Phoebus smiled softly, and nodded his head, as if he’d expected it.

“Then I shall show you how beautiful pleasure can be,” he vowed.

He took his time, dipping his head between your breasts to mouth at your pert nipples, then lower to between your legs. When the tip of his nose drew a featherlight line along the seam of your sex, you gasped. You may have been a virgin, but you weren't totally naive. Caris had been betrothed recently and regaled you constantly about her rendezvous with her soon-to-be husband, but she had never mentioned this. It was as if Phoebus was sending you flying through the clouds, straight to Olympus, with only his tongue. Your fingers had wound into his damp curls to hold on for dear life as you fell apart for him.

It wasn’t until your pleasure crested that he slid a thick, suspiciously uncalloused finger through your folds and pressed it inside. He cooed comforts to you when you tightened around him, your body’s first reaction to try and expel the intrusion. One digit became two, and after a while, he guided your hand to manhood, showing you how to grip him, coaxing and coaching you on how to bring him back to hardness.

Caris had always advised you to shut your eyes and not to look at a man’s member for too long, since it wasn’t the most pleasant of sights. She was wrong in this instance. Every bit of Phoebus was mesmerizing, and his erect cock was no different from the rest of him. His encouragements echoed in your ears as if he was speaking them to you in the present.

“Yes, that’s it sunshine,” he’d panted, “You can grip me tighter, oh, that is lovely. You are a fast learner, aren’t you? I’m going to make you feel so very good.”

Becoming one had been the most intense sensation you had ever endured. It was all too much, yet you wanted more. You keened when Phoebus had draped your legs over his broad shoulders to penetrate you deeper, your skin suddenly feeling too tight. It was too much, it was too much, you’d chanted to yourself. Phoebus’s girth was unrelenting, but at the same time you never wanted it to end.

Your lover was an attuned one, so when he observed that the position was perhaps too vigorous for his little virgin, he’d rolled you over so you were straddling his ample hips and speared on his desire.

“Here, grasp onto my shoulders,” he instructed you, “so you can control the depth and the pace, yes?”

Phoebus had long fucked the words out of you, so your reply came as a breathless, frantic nod. You wished to thank him, truly, you couldn’t have asked for a more considerate man to share this with for the first time. Instead, you did as he said and found a tempo and pattern of undulating your hips against his that suited you.

Phoebus couldn’t help himself, he began meeting your pelvis, thrusting up into you. You howled in pleasure, and his gaze instantly searched out yours to confirm those were good sounds instead of pained ones. He didn’t look away once he had found the answer he was hoping for in your eyes. Those deep brown irises had bore into yours, and the longer you looked into them, the more convinced you were they held galaxies.

You were so caught up in Phoebus’s gaze that you didn’t notice he’d snuck a hand in between your bodies until the pad of his finger connected with your sensitive bud.

“There you go sunshine, let go for me, you can let go.”

You felt as if you were going to explode out of your body as Phoebus continued to repeat those sweet-nothings as if they were a prayer.

“Let go for me darling, I know you can, let go–”

“You may go.”

The high priest's imperious tone snapped you out of your reverie. No longer were you in the forest with Phoe–Apollo, but rather the towering temple consecrated to him. Your relief that you could leave superseded your annoyance at being interrupted. You desperately needed to return to the privacy of your bedroom for a bit of self-relief.

Perhaps it was because you were in such a rush that you didn’t initially notice him as you flew out of the side entrance of the temple. It was his voice that stopped you.

“You’re not with child.”

“Holy Hera! You frightened me!” You put a hand to your chest to calm your beating heart.

“So you can stop fretting." Clearly, Apollo wasn’t particularly remorseful about the scare he'd given you. "Though to be honest, I’m surprised you’re relieved. Most women, beings far more divine than yourself, are usually thrilled to carry my offspring. They clamber for the chance and flaunt their bellies if they conceive.”

“I…I could not withstand the attention, I do not think. Nor the pomp and the responsibility.”

“The priests would help with the burden.”

“Yes but the child’s father wouldn’t,” you pointed out. “As great an honor to mother a demigod would be, I would prefer a…someone to experience it all with.”

Apollo nodded. “That I could not give you.”

“I know,” There was no resentment or disappointment in your voice. “I would never expect you to.”

“That must be why I yearn for you still,” Apollo mused, “why I cannot stay away.”

“I...my family is expecting me.”

Apollo was not accustomed to being refused. He fixed you with a look of amused incredulity after you spoke.

“I do not want them to know. Or anyone for that matter.” You realized how ungrateful you sounded. To spurn a god was to write your own death sentence. “Not that I don’t desire you, or that I wish to disregard your desires–”

“You want me all to yourself.” When you opened your mouth to amend his statement, he stopped you. “It’s alright. I want you all to myself too.”

“You have me,” you averred. “However, when the priests and my mother get involved…”

“I understand. I do not wish for fanfare either.” He pulled you close to him. Your breath hitched at the press of his hardness into your hip through both of your chitons.

Your mouths were millimeters apart. Instead of closing the distance, you asked, “Why did you tell me a false name when we first met?”

He smiled that bright, beatific grin that warmed you from the inside out. “I suppose for the same reason that you want to keep this a secret. If you believe your family is meddling, then mine is…”

Apollo didn’t need to finish his sentence for you to understand. You giggled, a sound he much enjoyed. At last, he captured your lips with his. Kissing Apollo melted you, you became a molten, liquid being when he pressed his lips to yours.

As transcendent as the kiss was, the god could feel that you were holding back. “What’s wrong, sunshine?”

You were not proud of the flip your stomach did at the pet name. Once you regained control of yourself, you replied, “Nothing, nothing at all. Forgive me.”

“Don’t apologize, simply tell me what is bothering you,” he countered, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

When you hesitated, his fingers tilted your head up so your eyes met. “I won’t be angry.”

Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to voice your complaint. It was funny, you’d spent your entire life beseeching Apollo for this or that in the temple, yet when he was standing right in front of you, eager to know what troubled you, you couldn’t find the words.

“Why me?” It was a deflection from Apollo’s question, but still a valid inquiry.

He chuckled. “You’re asking me to apply logic to attraction, something inherently instinctual,” Apollo pointed out. “Though if I had to try to put reasoning to it, I would say it was because you are kind, beautiful, you have a tight, juicy little cunt…” he cupped your mound to demonstrate his point. You gasped at the contact. “...and when I’m with you, I feel the most like a mortal that I've felt in decades.”

Mortal? Was that a bad thing? Were you unintentionally insulting the deity?

Apollo was quick to assuage you, “I enjoy it, sunshine. The immediacy, the urgency. It’s refreshing. You’re refreshing.”

“Thank you,” you murmured. You sought to return his kind words but what was there to say? It was obvious why a mortal such as yourself would fall for a god.

“Now, I won’t ask again. What vexes you?’

“I…after we…our first meeting,” you struggled to select the right words, “the priests wanted to corroborate that we’d lain together, and their methods were…they were not very gentle.”

Your lover’s eyes turned stormy. No sooner had you told him did a crack sound from what you guessed was inside the temple.

“No, please! Don’t hurt anyone!” you begged him just as swiftly.

Apollo’s face softened slightly. “Even after they violated you, you show them compassion. I swear to you I won’t, however, I must ensure that you, and by extension, myself are treated with respect.”

“Of course,” you acquiesced. Gods were not known for their mercy, so the fact he was willing to compromise with you at all was a victory.

Apollo pulled you into another kiss that stole your breath. “If I cannot have you now…then tonight. When the moon peaks in the sky.”

“How will I find you?”

A smirk played across his lips. “Don’t fret, sunshine. I shall ensure it.”

A/N: Sooooo…what do we think?! 🫣 A little more flowery than my usual but I just had too much fun with this and now I have ideas for a few installments 🤦‍♀️

READ PART TWO

Tagging a few folks who might be interested:

@bitch4marvel @luciannadraven33 @oof-its-roobi @twwcs, @ninebluehearts @damnzelsoul @missmarmaladeth @welcometostayingawake @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction , @romanarose @dameronscopilot

#Oscar Isaac #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac smut #Apollo #greek mythology #Greek mythology AU #oscar isaac thirst hours #oscar isaac x you #oscar issac x reader #oscar isaac fanfic #Oscar Isaac x female reader #reader insert #oscar isaac greek god au

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roodles03 · 1 year

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The snake hair teases. (Fanart for @turquoisespace35 's Huntlow Greek mythology AU!)

I got the idea for this after seeing a couple of turquoise's drawings that Hunter's snake hair can kinda have a mind of it's own, so bam now I made this.

I LOVE this AU and can't wait to see more of it. This is insanely creative!

I did struggle with Willow's pupils quite a bit but I'm happy with how it came out.

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katstrange · 1 month

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how I think Ancient Greek mythology boys would treat you hcs:

Achilles:

🏺-He’s a bit possessive, not entirely in a ‘red flag’ kind of way but a ‘My partner, I’ll kill you if you touch them” type of way

🏺- He doesn’t like to admit it but he loves to cuddle and hold you close. Especially after he takes a cold shower- he’ll just flop down next to you and shimmy over until he’s on top of you and he’ll just stay there; recharging from your warmth

🏺-he’s definitely more of a physical touch is his lover language type of guy. So holding hands, kisses on the cheeks, touching your hair, caressing you softly. Yeah- that’s what he likes

🏺- He seriously doesn’t like it when other men try to flirt with you..it rubs him the wrong way and it makes his anger bubble up, but he’s definitely not about to go over there and punch the guy in the face……at least..not when you’re around

🏺- He gets anxious when he sees you hurt, like I’m talking about, sprained ankle, flesh wounds, things like that. He grumbles to himself and makes you promise to be more careful.

Patroclus:

🌿- He’s not as possessive as Achilles, but he definitely has his possessive tendencies, like when you’re talking to another man, he’ll casually stroll on up and wrap his arms around you and just watch the guy with narrowed eyes

🌿- he’s a big old puppy dog, he loves hugging you whenever he can. He loves showering you with kisses. It’s just his thing. He especially enjoys holding you in bed and just listening to you heart beat

🌿-However, he loves giving gifts as well. From flowers to home cooked meals. You name it.

🌿- He doesn’t get as jealous as Achilles, but he only locks in when another man or woman is touching you inappropriately without your permission..he hates it.. he’ll try to be polite but stern about it.

🌿- If you ever get hurt, he doesn’t worry that much- because he’s confident he can heal any wound you appear to him with.,though he’d rather prevent than cure…

Perseus:

🛡️- He’s a big old golden retriever boy. He doesn’t get jealous easily because he’s confident that you wouldn’t leave him. He’s only a bit clingy and he almost always insists on carrying you places

🛡️- his love language is words of affirmation, or just loving words in general while he places soft kisses to your hand or palm. The look of devotion in his eyes when you stare back at him. The soft “My love…” or “my beloved..”..it just hits home for him.

🛡️- he loves to have you in his arms whenever he can. It just comes naturally to him, nuzzling your neck as I giggles and cuddles you on the sofa or bed or even the floor. He especially loves to tickle you just to hear your giggles.

🛡️- like mention before. He doesn’t get jealous that easily, instead he’ll probably loudly proclaim that you’re his spouse. And he gets a satisfied look on his face when he sees the scowl on other men or even women.

🛡️- if you get hurt he’ll apologise for not looking after you more carefully..even when you tell him it’s fine.he’s disappointed in himself for letting it happen. Especially under his roof. However anytime you do come to him to get it patched up. He’ll always give a small kiss to the treated wound. Like “boo boos go bye bye”

Orpheus:

🎼- He’s a bit sheepish with touch, but as soon as he warms up to it, he really loves to hold hands..and cuddle. It makes him feel safe and relaxed

🎼- He isn’t totally possessive, but he does make sure the person is at least an arms length away from you.. for their sake.

🎼- he loves to write odes to you. Songs, poems, the works. He’s got an entire book of love letters and an even bigger journal of songs and poems he’ll read to you.

🎼- He’s not really a jealous person but does get a bit moody and pouty, and sometimes he unintentionally stares at the man that’s flirting with you, and it’s so uncomfortable that the man leaves you alone. 🎼- when you get hurt, he’ll most certainly heal you. No doubt about, however he mutters to himself before you call him out on it. He apologises but it’s honestly cute, the way his brow furrows and his eyes are filled with worry. Afterwords he holds you in a soft hug.

sksksksksk I might do more of this. Eh if you see this and like it- drop more mytho boys for me to write about

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starkslydia · 2 years

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WOMEN from HOUSE OF THE DRAGON as GREEK GODDESSES

rhaenys as athena // rhaenyra as niké // alicent as nemesis // baela as aglaia // helaena as themis // baela as artemis // aemma as eileithyia // mysaria as pheme // laena as bia

#starkslydia #hotd #house of the dragon #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #baela targaryen #helaena targaryen #rhaena targaryen #aemma arryn #mysaria #laena velaryon #greek mythology #greek mythology au

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clacy2812 · 1 year

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Dating tips 101 with Techno!

#greek mythology au #techno #philza #my art

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eraenaa · 2 months

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Jealousy, Jealousy (Demi-God AU)

Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite

Sequel to Stereotypical but could be read as a standalone.

Synopsis: It’s frustratingly hard to keep admirers and doubts away when you and your partner are the most attractive and powerful Demi-Gods in camp.

Warnings: Mature, 18+, P in V sex, Unprotected Sex, Semi-Public Relations, Jealousy, Not Proofread

Word Count: 3,358

Aemond knew being with you, the prettiest girl in camp— whose beauty could almost rival Aphrodite’s would come with the pathetic adoration of other boys. He thought it would not bother him— that he was mature enough and secure enough in himself to remain un-phased, but he was sorely wrong.

Ever since the both of you had confessed your mutual attraction, you had requested to keep your relations between the both of you. Fearing to be labeled that your relationship was stereotypical— that it was cliche for the both of you to thread the path once walked by your godly parents. Aemond was hesitant, he wanted to shout it through the whole of camp and Olympus that he has you— that he was blessed enough by the gods to be with you. But when you flashed Aemond a pleading look and took his calloused hands into yours, giving it a pleading squeeze… all he could do was sigh and agree to your request. His heart stuttered as you flashed him your gorgeous smile and kissed his lips in a quick peck.

Aemond clenched his jaw as he trained once more; you were sitting by the bench minding your own business, adoringly watching him, when all of a sudden, a group of boys started to approach you and offered their adoration— as they always did. Aemond thought he was above jealousy. That his pride would not lower itself and fret over the attention of puny boys, but as Jacaerys boldly stepped closer to you and the sons of Apollo tried to get a hold of your hand, Aemond was possessed by the rage that consumed his father.

He was ready to march over to where you were seated and challenge all the boys before you to a duel— he was ready to fight for your hand. To make it known to everyone that you were his. But you stood and gave them a polite smile before walking away, looking back at Aemond, a silent language in your eyes for him to follow you. Aemond dropped his sword and promptly left the training grounds.

You waited by a tree line for Aemond. Wanting to spend the afternoon with him in your private spot by the lake. You were hidden behind a willow tree, unknown by anyone. As you hear footsteps approaching, you cannot help but grin and peek from behind the mossy tree trunk. However, your grin was quick to wilt when you saw Aemond being stopped and chatted by a daughter of Athena. Aemond had a reputation for being indifferent to everyone save you— so it bothered you terribly when you saw a small smile pass his lips whilst talking to one of the daughters of the goddess of wisdom.

Your eyes narrowed, and your fists clenched at the unwelcome pitting of your heart. They say your mother was an overly jealous woman— you thought you would be saved from that trait, but you were sorely wrong. Your lips unconsciously pouted as you stomped away, disregarding your and Aemond’s silent agreement to meet by the lake, instead going to Helaena and Aegon to find comfort and distraction from the gnawing feeling inside you.

Aemond waited by the lake until sundown. Sitting on a log, patiently waiting for you but you never came. Aemond confusedly went to dinner in search of you, but you were not there. He would pass his gaze to the table where your brothers and sisters sat, waiting for you to grace their presence— worrying him that you had skipped a meal. “Pathetic,” Aemond then heard his sister, who sat across from him, mutter under her breath, removing his gaze at the table you would usually be in. “What?” He asked. “You, you’re growing pathetic.” She said, “I hold you in high regard, brother— I used to understand why father favored you. But to watch you grow into a simpering simpleton for a girl? A daughter of Aphrodite, no less? It’s pathetic.” Aemond painted a confused, offended, and angered expression on his face. “What in the gods’ name are you saying?” He gritted out. His sister simply scoffed. “Did you truly think I would not notice? That she has you sneaking out in the middle of the night, breaking curfew as well— that you’re skipping and cutting your training short to be with her on the lake? Sneaking in contrabands to give to her as gifts? She has you wrapped around her fingers like her mother had done to our father. It’s pathetic.” Before Aemond could defend, his sister stood and walked off, leaving him to question his actions. Was he truly growing pathetic?

You lay in your bed as your siblings returned from dinner. Your fingers play with the necklace pendant around your neck. “We need to talk,” Your eldest brother sighed, making you frown as your siblings gathered around your bed. “About what?” You asked, taking hold of the plush toy your father had given you back in the mortal world. “We’ve noticed you’ve been sneaking around with a son of Ares,” your sister said. You feigned innocence and cluelessness. “What?” You asked in fake confusion. Your brother scoffed and shook his head, moving to sit on the foot of your bed. “Do not try to deny it, sister. We’ve seen you attentively watch him while he trains— we noticed you sneaking off with him to the lake.” You frown as he reveals them knowledgeable of your and Aemond’s relations; you thought you hid it well. “So what?” You said after a short moment of steely silence. “I like him,” You confessed.

“We know, it’s obvious.” Another of your brothers answered, making you blush. “We’re just asking you to be cautious,” Your sister sighed and gently took your hand. “The offsprings of Ares are known to be… harsh,” she added. “Yes, they do not know nor understand of the delicateness of us— we just do not wish you to be hurt, sweet sister.” You slowly nod your head, appreciative of their concern but disheartened as they show slight disapproval. “Plenty of us have already been scorned by a child of our mother’s past paramour— we just hope you would not befall the same fate,” Your frown and confusion deepen. “You— you have been with…” you trailed as you gazed into their eyes. “We have. What? You thought it was only you who retells our mother’s past?” Your brother mused. “It’s called a stereotype for a reason, sister. It is as if we are bound to fall for a son or daughter of the god of war.”

You blinked as they recalled their relations with Aemond’s siblings. Sitting in disbelief as you had asked him to keep your relations secret because of fear of being judged for succumbing to the same fate as your mother’s, but it would seem as if it were inevitable and somehow well-oriented and circulated as if it were a right of passage for the children of Ares and Aphrodite to fall for each other.

The following morning, neither you nor Aemond knew what to do. Both of you were still jealous of the attention each of you was bestowed upon, and both of you were subjected to the opinions of your siblings. It was as if they were giving the two of you reasons not to continue your relations that both of you had longed to be a part of.

Aemond had a consistent scowl on his face as he trained. Your eyes were no longer on him as he did so. He did not have the desire to train earnestly because, if he was being honest, he did most of his stunts to impress you.

You had a small fake smile plastered on your face as you conversed with the other girls in camp. Complementing you as they fixed your hair and asked about the little things and rituals you do to be so pretty. You wanted to tell them it was because of your mother, but you did not want to offend or dismiss them.

A daughter of Hypnos was speaking when your attention was caught by the same daughter of Athena, sauntering to the training ground with a sly smirk on her lips as she approached Aemond. The jealousy in you returned tenfold. Your heart was ablaze with seething anger. Your brows were in a furrow, and you pouted and almost sneered. Aemond had not spoken to you all day, yet he had the gull to stop his training to make chitchat with her?

You were brought out of your angered thoughts when you noticed Jacaerys approaching you. Telling yourself to keep your expression neutral and not be as obvious as your sisters and brothers had said you were. “Hello, Jace,” You greeted as he approached you, who was perched upon a picnic table. The group of girls who surrounded you turned their gazes on the son of Hephaestus, making his knees weak.

Aemond turned his attention away from a daughter of Athena as he heard your voice once more. Anger and rage swirled within him as he saw Jacaerys in your presence again. His hold on the hilt of his sword tightened, and his jaw clenched as he saw a smile bloom into your plush lips and a twinkle in your eye as the Son of the God of forge presented you with a gift.

“It’s so pretty,” A girl beside you muttered as you held the mirror Jacaerys had made for you. “The handle and frame are made of gold… because I remember you saying it suited your complexion. And I added pearls because you said you loved pearls.” Aemond rolled his eyes as he heard and saw Jacaerys stuttering and blushing as he explained his gift to you. “Thank you, Jacaerys… It’s beautiful.” You said gratefully as you stared at yourself in the handheld mirror. Aemond could no longer hold in his frustrations. Dropping his sword to the ground with a loud clank that caught everyone’s attention. You and him finally locked eyes, anger, and jealousy in both. Aemond silently implored you to meet him by the lake once more before turning and walking away.

Aemond returned to the lake and sat on a blanket he had brought there late last night, hoping he would find you there once the moon was high and everyone was asleep; he didn’t. It took a few moments before he heard your delicate footsteps approaching him. You slowly sat beside him, a gap between the two of you that was never there before. “Are you playing me?” Aemond could not help but ask as both of you stared into the lake. You frown deeply at his question. Your hands fiddling with the gift just given. “What?” You ask and watch as Aemond clenches his jaw. “You say you want me but want to keep us a secret. You’re supposed to be with me, yet you happily entertain the wall of admirers who follow you around like lost pups.”

You look at him dumbfounded, a scoff leaving your lips. “You’re one to talk; you say my presence is the only one you enjoyed and entertained, yet I see you merrily speaking with a daughter of Athena,” You argued. Aemond, filled with anger, was distracted as the words left your lips— jealousy clear in your eyes, and he could not help but feel giddy at the thought of it. Your frown deepened as Aemond’s lips were pursed, turned into a smirk. “You’re jealous,” he mused, his tone of amusement evident. You rolled your eyes and crossed your eyes across your chest. “You’re jealous too,” You say in defense. Feeling your heart skip a beat when Aemond pulled you into his arms.

You sigh and feel the tension you harbored for the past two days miraculously fade. “I’m sorry if I asked you to keep us a secret… I did not want them to think our relationship was stereotypical… but I suppose there’s no point in keeping it a secret any longer— it’s practically bound to happen.” You say as Aemond rests your back on his chest, his chin resting atop your pretty head. “What do you mean?” Aemond’s chest rumbled behind you as he spoke. “My siblings warned me against you— most of them apparently had been scorned by your siblings,” You explained, feeling Aemond’s hold on your waist tighten. “My sister says I’ve been growing pathetic since I’ve been with you,” He shared, making your heart pit at his words.

Aemond took in a deep breath at the silence that followed his statement. “Let us ignore what they say,” Aemond then spoke. You looked up at him expectantly. “They do not get to dictate us around… I like you tremendously, and I know you feel the same way about me,” You smile at his confidence and certainty. Moving to intertwine your fingers, his calloused hands against yours, you quite like the juxtaposing feeling of your soft hands against his rough ones. You sighed and kissed the back of his hand, “I’m sorry for growing jealous about you chatting with other girls,” You sighed as you gazed into Aemond’s eye. “Don’t be. I quite like it.” He smiled, making you laugh. You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to apologize for growing jealous. Your smile turned into a confused look, making Aemond shake his head.

“If you’re waiting for me to apologize for being jealous, then you’ll have to wait an eternity, my pretty,” Aemond stated. “You’re mine, and your pathetic little admirers must know of it.” He grumbled, making you mischievously smirk. “Then let it be known.” You say. Aemond knitted his brows as he gazed into your eyes. You moved closer to him, lips just a breath away. “Show them how I’m completely yours,” you whispered. Aemond pulled you to him and smashed your lips. Wasting no time to sneak his tongue in and taste you. You whimper against his lips as nipped yours. You sighed as he moved to straddle him, your cores familiarly aligned again. “Aemond,” You called as his lips found your neck, leaving marks and doing as you had said— making it known to everyone that you were his.

You moaned and moved your hips as his hand hurriedly took off your shirt and cupped your breast. His lips still placed marks on your neck and would tease you as they would move slightly downwards but never fully. “Aemond,” You whined as he placed a ghost kiss atop the swell of your bosom. “Hm?” He hummed, pretending not to know what you wanted. “What do you want, pretty girl? Tell me,” He hummed and took a deep breath of your scent. “You— I want all of you,” You said and moved to remove his own shirt as well, Aemond feeling gooseflesh rise to his skin as successfully removed his upper clothing. “Are you certain?” He asked, his hand hovering atop the clasp of your brassiere. “I am,” You answered and bit your lips as he quickly undid your brassiere, exposing your chest to him. Taking a sharp breath and resisted the loud moan to escape your lips as his mouth closed upon the pebbled bud that seeks his touch.

You moved your hips quicker, wanting to find the same sensation the both of you felt in the ocean, and Aemond groaned against your chest. You feel your breathing shallowed as his rough hands slowly hike up your skirt. Closing your eyes in anticipation, you hear him undo the zipper of his trousers. You gasped as you felt his hands graze your cloth-covered sex. “You’re already so wet for me,” He murmured against your chest and tilted his head to meet your lips again. You ground your lips against his hand, making him smirk. “You really want me, don’t you, pretty girl.” His voice was smug, and it only bolded as you fervently nodded your head.

You whimpered once more as he pushed your underwear to the side, his fingers finally meeting the slick skin of your cunt. Relishing at the friction his rough and large hands provided. You buried your head into the crook of his neck, moaning Aemond’s name as he relentlessly drew circles on the pearl of your cunt. Gasping in shock as his other finger sought entrance into you. You hear Aemond curse under his breath, his other hand tightening his hold around your waist. You moaned louder as the familiar sensation in your core returned, and Aemond hummed in approval as you tightened around his finger. impatient to replace with his cock.

“Aemond!” You shrieked as you came undone, him singing you praises as you slowly came down from your high. Watching through lust-filled eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips and licked the essence of you clean. You had barely time to react and relish the scene before you when you felt the tip of Aemond’s shaft seek entrance. Your eyes widened as you sank into his length. Aemond hushes you, and places kisses on your skin to distract you from the pain. “Fuck,” Aemond breathed, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of you. Warm and overly tight around him.

“It’s too much— Aemond, I—“ Tears welled in your eyes as you were subjected to pain like you’ve never felt before. Aemond wiped away a tear that fell and kissed your lips. Drawing circles upon your cunt once more to ease your pain. “Just a little more,” Aemond groaned as the whole of him was almost inside you. “So fucking tight— all fucking mine, you’ll forever be bound to me,” Aemond muttered against your skin as you let out a whine when you fully sank into his length. Both of your breathing shallow, cautiously moving in search of pleasure.

You whimpered as his hips moved, and he removed his fingers from your cunt. It was a painful moment of cautious thrusts and your whimpers and whines before you finally felt the pleasure you always tied with Aemond. “Oh… faster, Aemond— I want more, please,” You said as you met your hips with his. Moving up and down on his length, your nails scratching his back in sheer pleasure. The tears of pain turned into pleasure. Aemond groaned and tilted his head upward to meet your lips, his skin tingling from your touch. His cock twitching, ready for release, but he could not do so until you’ve met your high again first.

Aemond let out a sound close to a growl as your hands fisted his hair. Surprised, he found the sensation of you pulling the silver locks added to his pleasure. You whimpered as you bounced on Aemond’s length. Your bosom swaying across Aemond’s face, and your cunt painfully tightening around him, ready to come undone once more. “Scream my name when you come— let them hear how you are mine and how I am yours,” You did as told and uttered his name in pleasure as you came— neither of you wary that the sounds that emitted from either of you would catch other’s attention and would put you both in trouble. Aemond buried his head between your bosom and let your skin stifle his groan as he came deep inside you. “All. Fucking. Mine.” He gritted and pulled your face downward to meet his lips. The warm afternoon sun that was quick to set bathed you both in its orange light.

When it was time for supper, you and Aemond walked into the hall hand in hand. You, with his marks on your neck and a deep blush on your cheeks, and him, with a rare grin on his lips and cocky look in his eye as your admirers looked at him in a jealous rage. You two did not sit with your siblings, instead acquiring a table of your own, ignoring the curious stares of everyone as a son of Ares fell for a daughter of Aphrodite. Stereotypical, yes, but it did not matter because you two coming together was written in history and would always be bound to happen.

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