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hi, i’m rosie—this is primarily a jack o’connell, spike fearn, & shawn hatosy blog, though i will absolutely branch out if/when another man starts ruining my life

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Summary: A Persian prince offered as a peace token, you were now locked away in a tower cell. There’s a Greek soldier in particular who keeps returning, exploiting his father’s friendship with Themistocles to reach you. First seeking informations of the enemies but, little by little, Calisto transforms you, an enemy of his empire, into his own flawless and willing sex slave.

Tags: No use of Y/N. Male reader. A request that I received. little to no plot and more getting used as a sex slave and loving it. Man handling. Size kink. Degradation. Possessive behavior. Top Calisto. Bottom male reader. Anal sex.

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ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

Words count: 2000

notes: make a wish! it's been almost a year since i last wrote anything (i'm so lazy to do this) but lion kaminski definitely deserves to be honored by being the protagonist of one of the few times i write something. you know english isn't my native language, so if you see any spelling mistakes no you didn't (jk tell me in my ask box and i'll correct it ofc). i'm not going to lie, i'm tired of this fic jkkk it's been in my drafts for over a month and i needed to get it out, so please if it's crap, just be kind or ignore it; and last but least, tagging my beloved @quietchaosclub hiiiii, i hope you like it (omg i'm nervous, you're my fav writer) and here it is. muak love ya :*

tags: fem reader, no mentions of y/n, mentions of bad self-steam, fluff, smut, dirtytalking, unprotected p in v, oral sex [f!rec], fingering [f!rec], praise kink, dry humping, size kink, hair pulling, spitting (just once lol), creampie, reader is a teaser and idk what else, lmk if i missed something.

lion initially caught your attention because he was the only guy around you who wasn't a jerk. i know, the bar is set very low, but with all the guys you've dealt with so far and most of the guys who hang out at the gym, it was really rare to find someone who wasn't a complete idiot. you even listened his conversations with other men when they thought you weren't around, and he was always respectful when talking about other women. you discovered how sweet and selfless he was.

lion and you had already exchanged a few words before; he was very friendly and willing to help beginners like you at the gym, though always shyly. he never did anything without asking you first. you realized how easy it was to talk to him and how willing he was to do so, despite being someone who seemed to want to go unnoticed all the time.

all started casually until it became a habit, almost dates. sometimes he would walk you home, taking the long way around to steal a few more minutes of your company, and other times, often, you would invite him somewhere.

the conversations grew longer and deeper, yet still insufficient. you stayed in constant contact; he was always attentive to your safety when he couldn't walk you home, and you made him do the same, even when he insisted it wasn't necessary, that he was tough enough to handle any situation. you knew it; you'd seen it in action many times, and it actually stirred something in you how a person could be like an animal for a moment and simultaneously possess such an enormous heart in their chest. it made you wonder in what other ways he might be like an animal. that's when you allowed yourself to let things flow for the first time in a long time.

you liked to believe that lion felt things for you too; i mean, all the time you spent together, how interested he always seemed in your life, smiles from one another across the room and the inside jokes, but he never said anything inappropriate. he was too polite. even though you were dying for your favorite boy to make you feel beautiful and desired, just like you desired him.

you can't lie, you were a little anxious that lion wasn't making the first move, so you were slowly pulling the strings. and since you didn't know the meaning of shame, you showed up at the gym like every day and casually asked him if the new bike shorts you'd bought looked good on you. you knew they accentuated your butt and made it look rounder, so you just waited for him to stammer, trying to find the right words. "i-it's n-nice" he said, unable to hold your gaze. aside from needing to know if he liked you, it was also fun for you to tease him and observe his reactions. his body language was more than enough for you. for now.

and you flattered him more just to see how red he turned and to see his characteristic shy, crooked smile. like the day when: "mhm, you smell amazing." you casually said this after greeting him when he entered the gym. you always catch him off guard. "thank you. it's my, uh, i think it's my deodorant, i-i don't know."

or like the day when, after getting out of the ring shirtless, he was looking for his water bottle and you dared to ask him: “did you know that you have a million freckles on your back? how cute.”, lion almost spit out the water. you loved teasing him occasionally and seeing him react; it inflated your ego a little. he remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "tease me some more and i'll show you my reaction" and leaving you alone and stiff as he walked away.

you definitely weren't expecting that. i mean, what? you wanted to cover your mouth right then and there, you turned red, though thank goodness he didn't get to enjoy it. you wanted to turn around and look at an imaginary camera to break the fourth wall with a poker face. anything. but you just stayed there, frozen. you had trouble sleeping that night; internally, you were climbing the walls. lion kaminski just threatened to react to your teasing.

the next day, after a whole night of overthinking whether lion would have said that to a girl he liked or not because what the fuck and asking your friends what they thought about it (they all told you the same thing: he wanted you), you both tried to act like nothing had happened but you just looked like people pretending to be yourselves. he had walked you home as usual, your hands brushing against his accidentally. you wondered if he could feel you trembling, needing more contact, or how you opened and closed your hand, trying to soothe your anxiety. he was very... him and you felt a little insecure and didn't want to be the one to make the first move and ruin everything, but you couldn't endure this torture any longer so it was no surprise when you decided to take the first step... in your own way.

both of you arrived at your house, and as you said goodbye, you took his blue windbreaker and prayed to every saint you could remember mentioning, begged heaven that your friends were right, and thought that rejection couldn't be the worst thing that could happen to you in life, regardless of the fact that you knew very well that if you were rejected, you would change gyms as soon as possible, but that's another conversation, and you kissed him. you felt him freeze. you were afraid he would pull away, but instead, he simply dropped the bag he was carrying and wrapped his arms around your waist.

everything was too much for you. his soft lips, the texture of his beard in your hands when you raised them to cup his face and deepen the kiss, his scent, the way you felt his warmth while you were trapped in his arms. you had to stifle a moan. you'd been obsessed with this kind-hearted guy for a while, dreaming about him every time you pulled the covers over your head, laughing and kicking your feet whenever you remembered the little things you loved about him, the times you fantasized about him taking you in some corner of the gym, all sweaty with the adrenaline of the workout still coursing through his veins, and now you had him smiling against your mouth. you'd be lying if you said you were just going to buy a journal to write about this in it.

"my heart is beating ridiculously fast right now." he said after that. you wouldn't believe how sweet he turned out to be. it's not like you weren't expecting it, but him admitting something so damn cute definitely wasn't on your kissing lion bingo card.

"what a weird way to confess." you facepalmed inwardly. this was your clownish self, the one that came out to take charge when you got nervous.

"you kissed me!"

"you kissed me back and you're blushing." you teased him.

"i'm not blushing!"

"you're getting so red, so don't try to deny it, kitty." you saw how the new nickname, directly related to his original one, caused him to short-circuit in his brain. his face reached levels of red you didn't know were possible. he loved it.

"lord, you look adorable!"

"please, stop." he said while hiding his face in your hair.

"lion, do you have to leave right now?"

"i can stay for a little longer."

after that, things got much easier; you two were definitely dating. everyone at the gym knew it. you'd arrive holding hands, sometimes you'd wear his windbreakers, sometimes he'd drink from your water bottle when he forgot his. little things that screamed you belonged to him, and he to you. you loved it.

except that he hadn't made you his yet. it's not like you weren't already, but you wanted him to fuck you so badly you couldn't wait another minute before jumping on your beloved's bones. i understand, we all do.

all you two did was watch movies, tangled up on your sofa, eating your favorite foods until you were practically knocked out. it's not that you were complaining, you loved the little moments with lion. you'd both go to bed, and lion would snuggle up to your chest as if he weren't a man capable of breaking another man's nose. "were you always so cuddly?" you'd stroke his hair tenderly, watching him completely relax in your arms like a baby, not before giving you a goodnight kiss and making plans for the next day in a voice almost lost to sleep. you loved this part. knowing that the next day a future with him awaited you, however small, like going to the supermarket or simply going to his house to get more of his clothes so he'd have a change of them when he showered at your place or just accompany him when he walks his dog.

he was showing you rocky III when you'd had enough. lion seemed excited to show you why he loved it so much, making comments about the film while trying not to spoil it for you. you loved this side of him where he set aside his shyness and became a chatterbox about the things he was passionate about. he even taught you some boxing rules while watching the movie with the promise of teaching you how to fight someday if you wanted, offering himself as a punching bag even if while all you could focus on now was how the fabric of his athletic shorts fell across his lap and how his tank top left nothing of his shoulders and arms to the imagination.

lion was a beautiful man. you noticed how girls always looked at him, even though he didn't seem to notice, not only because he only seemed to have eyes for you now, but also because it was as if he hadn't even realized who he was yet, as if he had wooden mirrors in his house. he had broad shoulders and strong, well-trained arms. his tattoos were well-chosen, although you knew he probably didn't even choose them because they would look damn sexy on him. you loved that cross. the only thing you could think about when you saw him shirtless was licking it from top to bottom. his thighs were thick and strong and they were even bigger when he sat down, almost pornographic to you, and he didn't even realize those things. his angular jaw was covered in that honey-colored beard that you never wanted him to shave. his smooth skin, his sad eyes, and even his smile were the best things about him. as if none of this were enough, his teeth were arranged in such a way that he always looked like a tender vampire ready to bite, while his eyes screamed innocence. you even liked the horrendous little rat tail that hung from the nape of his neck. this man was perfect for you, and he was all yours now.

"i know we're watching a movie, but can i kiss you?" his arm was around your shoulders, pulling you closer so you could kiss him. his lips were sweet from the popcorn he'd made for you earlier. you cupped his face in your hands and deepened the kiss. your tongue found lion's, and you devoured him. you managed to sit on top of him without breaking the kiss, and lion groaned when he felt you. he held you close, trapping you completely within him as you kissed him. you could stay here all day, between his lips, his scent, his warmth, the gentle touch of his beard.

the kisses were all tongue and teeth. lion kissed you like a hungry man as you slowly rocked on his cock, feeling it get harder and harder. your living room began to fill with soft moans from both of you as you rolled your hips with a little more intensity each time. you thought about how you had watched him so many times and dreamed about him, about his lips, about his hands, while now he was beneath you, needy, kissing you and pushing himself against your clothed pussy. you took his hands and placed them on your ass.

"fuck, baby, i-"

"touch me, lion, come on." that seemed to ignite something in him, and he squeezed your soft skin. his warm hands cupped your ass slipping under your mini short. you felt his big, erratic hands almost cover you completely as you keep riding his bulge.

your hands, busy on his face, began to travel, your right hand finding his rat tail and pulling it back to expose his neck. lion couldn't help but moan.

"oh, you like that?" you kissed his neck just below his jawline. he relaxed as if he might melt at any moment as he managed to nod. "who knew that you're hiding such a dirty side, kitty?" you slid your hand inside his shorts, tracing his entire length through the fabric of his boxers. he was thick.

"god, please."

"do you like pet names, baby?"

"mhm..." he nod.

"does kitty like being praised too?"

"stop teasing me, please" he cried.

"answer me." you said, finding his silky and swollen head covered with pre-cum while your mouth traced the line of the vein in his neck.

"y-yes, i like it. fuck."

you found lion's weakness and you weren't going to let it go. you pulled your hands away from his hard cock to take off his tank top, but not before receiving a silent huff from him that you're sure he thought you hadn't noticed. even when he was about to fuck you, he managed to be a little cupcake. a needy one.

you took off your shirt, you needed his mouth. lion looked at your chest as if a miracle had been granted to him.

"suck 'em." before you could even finish speaking, lion's mouth was on you. one hand on one, his mouth on the other. the sounds he made as he sucked and licked went straight to your core and yet he seemed to be enjoying this more than you did. you were holding onto his shoulders with your hands until one of his hands placed yours on top of his head. did he want you to pull his hair? you did, making him feel your nails. lion responded with a loud moan muffled by his mouth full of you as he looked up at you with those messed-up eyes, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, all rosy cheeks while you held a lock of his hair in your fist, an erotic image you'll probably never forget from the first time you were together.

you pushed him away and took off the rest of your clothes under lion's stunned gaze. you swore he might cry at any moment watching you. then you went straight for his shorts and boxers at the same time. lion's cock hit furiously against his belly, head flushed and wet.

"does that hurt, baby?" he nod.

"shit, i don't have any condoms right now."

"i take the pill, babe, we're covered." you said as you took his face in your hands and kissed him lips, cheeks, forehead, chin. he was lost, receiving everything you gave him.

"god, you're a saint. come here."

you settled into his lap without riding him yet, taking his cock in your hand and stroking it. he was heavy in your hand. you wondered how a man with such a thick cock could be so shy and insecure but you pushed that nonsense out of your head right away.

"does this cock need me?"

"yes, please, baby. it's too much."

"does my lion need this pussy?" you asked almost into his mouth.

"fuck, yes, i need your pussy. please, baby."

you guided his head to your center, your juices soaked him, and you could see how lion put all his concentration into not trembling. the burning sensation of the stretch surprised you, and you couldn't go any further. you climbed back up and tried again. you were very wet, but it didn't seem like enough.

"you okay?" he asked.

"yeah, it's just... i think it's been a while." you tried again, but your body resisted. "you're big, lion."

"sorry, i-"

"tell me you're not apologizing for being big. are you joking?" you laughed in his face, he turned red as if that wasn't his favorite sport after boxing.

"it's just that you're very tight."

"lion, i don't think my vagina is the problem right now, not today."

lion caressed your hips while you struggled not to laugh again. "... i know something that can help."

he kissed you as he began to hover over you, forcing you to lie back on the couch. once you were completely lying down, lion kissed your neck while caressing your breasts, your belly, your hips, as if he were memorizing you. his kisses began to follow the path of his hands; all you could do was feel. you didn't know what to do now that you weren't in control, but it didn't bother you at all when all you could focus on was how his kisses made your whole body tremble. his fingers reached your wetness.

"so i did this." he said more to himself than to you.

"that's all your fault, kitty." you whispered. he placed your thighs on his shoulders and positioned himself facing your core. you froze for a second; no one had ever given you oral sex before, although you'd rather die than admit it now. "lion, you don't have-"

"i want to." he cut you, then his tongue, flat all over your pussy, made you shut up for the first time in your life.

lion licked from your entrance to your clit, where he lingered, sucking on it, squeezing the flesh of your thighs with his calloused fingers. he buried his face between your legs, tongue out, savoring every inch. you wanted to moan, wanted to tell him how good it felt, but you couldn't utter a word. you felt his beard brushing against you all over, making you tremble, while the obscene sounds lion made betrayed how much he enjoyed eating you.

“reality is even better than my dreams.” he said, surprising you.

"did you dream about this?" you managed to ask.

"every single night."

finally, you had what you wanted: him admitting he liked you. okay, you had him between your legs and you were basically dating, but he never admitted it like this, so you couldn't help but smile. smile that was erased by a moan when you felt him start to fuck you with his tongue, his nose brushed against your clit.

"squeeze me." he said against your core. the vibrations almost pushing you to the limit.

"what?" your completely clouded mind couldn't form an idea.

"squeeze my head with your thighs."

you could have come just from hearing him say that. you grabbed his hair and squeezed his head between your thighs, almost suffocating him. lion started groaning between your legs as he devoured you with his whole mouth. who the hell would have thought that this is something that he's into? his index finger teased your entrance, then slid easily inside. you were so wet from your own juices and his tongue that it was easy to insert another finger. he was stretching you out, preparing you.

"can you take another one?" he said without letting you answer, adding one more while spitting out your bundle of nerves, then giving it a long lick. you hissed, unable to bear it any longer. you came hard in his mouth with a loud moan that interrupted whatever the neighbors were doing. lion guided you through your orgasm, making a mess with his mouth and fingering you until you had to beg him to stop. you were so sensitive that you squeezed his head between your thighs again.

"don't get me wrong, i love being here but you have to let me go." he sat up to float above you. you wanted to answer him, but you were so orgasm-drunk that you just watched his movements. he draped one of your legs over his shoulder, not before kissing your ankles. "i'm gonna fuck you now, okay?"

"finally." you said softly with a shit-eating grin.

lion just chuckled softly; he knew that next it was his cock making you shut up for him. you groaned as he slid in easily, filling you completely, feeling that pleasurable burning sensation as he stretched you with his full thickness into your cunt. you both gasped once he was finally inside.

words were coiled at your throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more, feeling everything, every inch, adapting to him. lion looked ruined; all he could think about was how good you felt around him.

"are you okay?" you nod. lion moved slowly, you both groaned. you could feel that tingle deep inside when he met you again, the one that makes you twist your feet and arch your back.

lion was still careful not to hurt you, but there was no trace left of that first burning sensation, only raw pleasure now. he would almost completely withdraw, only to then crash into you. and then again and again. you could hear the sounds coming from your skin slapping together, you were even wetter than before. the sound of your moans and lion's curses were the sinful soundtrack of your living room too.

"fuck me harder, lion."

"i don't want to hurt you."

"i swear to god, if you don't move now-" you didn't have to convince him twice. his hands on your waist guiding you, making your body slam against his as if you weighed nothing. "god, just like that." you cried.

he started fucking you as if he wanted to prove something. he reminded you how strong he was, and you couldn't be more eager to take it all. your hands abusing his entire chest and abdomen, leaving pink traces of your nails all over his skin. he was yours to mark, your canvas to paint on. you took advantage of the fact that you knew lion probably wouldn't object to a word about it; in fact, he would love for you to do anything with him.

lion lowered your leg from his shoulder to lie on top of you, his head on your neck, hugging you while he continued to pound against you. your fingers tangled in the golden hair at the nape of his neck, and you held him there with you. with him on top of you, you couldn't think of anything else; he was everywhere, all you could see, feel, and breathe in that moment. a place you'd want to live, with lion everywhere. you two were a mess of sweat, kisses, and heat.

"does that feel good, baby? tell me how good i make you feel. tell me how good i am to you." he whispered in your ear.

you could barely speak. "you're so good to me, lion. you fuck me so good, kitty. please, don't dare to stop!"

a tear rolled down your cheek without permission. the climax hit you like a brick wall. "lion, lion, lion!" you cried as your walls squeezed the shit out of him. with your mind completely blank you came hard on his cock. he didn't stop while you were falling apart. his thrusts became erratic but not his force, just hearing you coming and saying his name tore him to pieces.

"c-can i come, baby?" you couldn't believe that you didn't even need to exert your dominant side for him to completely succumb to your will. somehow, you managed to let out a "please", completely surrendered.

lion followed you, moaning against your neck as he poured deep inside you, filling you to the last warm drop, holding your body in his arms as if you were his lifeline. your ragged breaths collided chest to chest as you released the last sensations of bliss from your bodies. your pussy dripping with lion's remains as you gently stroked his hair, him still buried deep inside you, refused to move from there.

minutes passed while you and lion remained intertwined, all legs, arms, lip touches and soft caresses. your mind going over everything you discovered today.

"... so you like... being suffocated by a vajayjay?"

"oh, shut up."

Calisto (1840)

Richard Rothwell (1800-1868)

I watched fast-forwarded through 300: Rise of an Empire for Jack O'Connell. It was not a good movie, but his thighs alone were worth it.