Odysseus Bottoms

System | They/Them | 🔞| It's Mostly Odysseus

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Intro Post

Hi, hello, I just needed a place to put nsfw things so. Why not theme it around my interest since that's most of what I'll be posting about? We are a system, so some posts will probably be tagged -p, -k, or something of the like. If it's not tagged it's likely written by me, the host, you can call me A. My asks are open! But only for sending me your ideas about the characters I can respond to, any attempt at erp or something alike will get deleted and will probably get you blocked.

Posts will be split up into • Ancient Heros • Trojan War • After War • Other Myths • Personal • Asks

Additionally, they will be tagged • Original (Note, not tagged: this is rarely also. in line with how I see these characters in canon, but instead a secret second viewing of the characters for smut purposes) • Hades • Paris the musical So on Depending on the versions of the characters I'm imagining this with.

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Come back💔💔

I WANT TO, HORRIBLY. But I got on antidepressants that have. Killed my sex drive and it's made writing so hard. A curse on me, I have like 10 unfinished drafts.

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Have a part of one of the drafts though. "He became aware again of the King's hands tracing across his back, then of one moving to trace down his front instead, as well as both legs locked around him. The horrifying though occurred to him that this would truly be one of the easiest times to assassinate him, were it not for the consequences that would come. Hopefully this man thinks of consequences. Finally, with a slight push from Odysseus, he remembered that he needed to breath and pulled back- though he could only pull his head back, his chest just slightly, from how Odysseus held him."

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Come back💔💔

I WANT TO, HORRIBLY. But I got on antidepressants that have. Killed my sex drive and it's made writing so hard. A curse on me, I have like 10 unfinished drafts.

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SORRY FOR MY DISAPPEARANCE, I HAVE STARTED MULTIPLE REQUESTS BUT I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF A MENTAL HEALTH MOMENT </3

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Reading book 11 of the Iliad and there’s a part where the Trojans gather around Odysseus and I’m like…👁️👁️

What the text says: “— The Trojans had gathered round Ulysses like ravenous mountain jackals round the carcase of some horned stag that had been hit with an arrow...”

Gang bang potential perhaps?

I see where you're coming from, yes, however I'm uncomfortable writing the non-con elements that could come in if I were to go directly off of that scene. I just personally feel bad writing that. However, I will write a no context gang bang thing with Odysseus and the Trojans sometime, with similar dramatics and power dynamics. Storing that in my memory for next time I write a whole bunch.

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Hey....... Do you have any thoughts about HecOdy (Hector X Odysseus)………? 👉👈

I'll be honest, I had not once considered this, now I'm having to sit and think. oohh, Hector finding himself attracted to the head strategist (behind Nestor) does have quite the potential... At first he'd try to ignore it. Just. Get on with the meetings, negotiating peace does take precedent over this after all. But it all keeps coming back again that he can't get into the strategists mind, he has no idea what he's planning, what he wants, how to negotiate with him. It's like a dance they play, and it's infuriating. Odysseus thought Hector was fun, but it wasn't until he saw him on the battle field. The gleaming helmed, defender of Troy, that attraction clicked into place. He wasn't interested in playing that game, at first, then during negotiations he realized how it could be... helpful. It started with glances, brushes of skin, it almost made Hector more annoyed than anything. Hector didn't know How the strategist knew he was into him, but he Did know he was being used. Then it happened. Antenor and Menelaus left to discuss things in another room, Hector and Odysseus were left alone- Hector having urged the guards to go with Menelaus, seeing himself as able to handle Odysseus alone. That's what he'd say it was. Odysseus strode over to Hector's side of the table with a sigh, Hector took a defensive step back only for Odysseus to merely lean back on the wood. He looked up at Hector, as though studying him for just a mere moment, and it sent a rush to his head... Then the King looked away to a corner of the room, and he spoke in stride "Your Brother really is an idiot, you know?" "Excuse me?" Hector snarled, all sense of affection draining in an instance. And Odysseus merely waves his hand, "Going and kidnapping a divine foreign princess, what did he think he was doing?" "We didn't know she was divine." "No, you didn't know anything about her, did you?" "No. We didn't." A tenseness followed, Hector couldn't quite make out what was going on in that stupid intelligent man's head yet again. Odysseus then spoke again, "As for your city, ah, if you don't mind my input-" "I d-" "It's quite the mess. An aging king refusing to retire, somehow the first city to have to problem of too Many children, a messy layout- Ah, and your oracles. How can I forget to mention your oracles? Or, shall I say more accurately, your mad sister-" Hector's hand slammed on the table to trap the bastard in, to scare him, though it occurred to Hector he wasn't sure when he got so close. It also occurred to Hector that the Ithacan didn't seem frightened. Just a smug, annoying, calculation. "Ah, forgive me, have I struck a nerve?" "Many." Odysseus leaned back but craned his head forward, Hector suddenly became aware of the position he had put them in. He wanted to move away, but he didn't. But he can't let Odysseus get away with making flippant comments like that, but did Odysseus even believe them? What reason would Odysseus have for making them, it's not going to help negotiations. It's not- He shivered suddenly as he felt arms tracing down his shoulders, and he was made very aware once more of the spot they were in. His eyes flickered up and down the king, and as much as he wanted to stay thinking.... fuck, it could wait. He came forward quickly and captured the King of Ithaca, who wrapped his legs around his hips.

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Ohh this is a good question, YES I do. I've been meaning to write some with them for ages but life is dragging me down right now I barely have time to think so it's just been 'quick write whatever's on my mind right now while it's there' Anyways, I think at the start of Penelope and Odysseus's relationship Odysseus- despite being completely willing to give his whole life to her already- had a lot of toxic pride. This extended to the bedroom, where he of course followed the belief everyone had of 'we're both into it so I'll just do it'. This was fine with Penelope for a bit, sex was rough in the sense of biting and nails but otherwise simple if nice, but then she started making him work for it. He realized he loved that, her making him plead and take his time to kiss her skin. A few times making him kneel. Both getting testier and testier as they always will. This has blossomed into a beautiful relationship full of just about anything either of them can think of, and full of trust and love. And teasing, oh god the teasing, it went on for three days non stop once. Seeing who would break and beg first. After the Odyssey, things go on a lot longer, and there's slightly less teasing because of just how much they need to just hold each other again. Odysseus's is at times too careful and otherwise rougher than he's ever been, Penelope just wants his love in whatever way she can take it. Curving anything too violent and teasing him out of treating her like glass.

Menelaus and Helen is very sweet, it was awkward at first. Helen chose him because he was the best option, not because she was particularly interested in love, which made such acts feel more like a requirement than anything else. But Menelaus was so sweet whenever he made love to her, and she was finding more and more qualities to love about him, so she started to be fine engaging more for him. He worships every part of her, swears upon her feet, and oh does that grip her heart. So of course, at times, she'll make demands. She'll pull on his hair, she'll make him swear louder, she'll make him have conversations while he's balls deep. And sorry I don't think he's getting it AT ALL after the trojan war. ahem

Odypen

Odysseus could barely focus on anything but the woman infront of him and the floor under him, he pulled testingly at the ropes she had tied him in- technically he could escape, but what fun is that?- He leans back to stare at her, as she stares at him, where she lays beside him. Where she’s laid for awhile now. “Penelope-“ he pants out “Hm?” She returns simply, staring up at him, her hands tracing along his thighs so so close almost making him forget his sentence again. “You- you must touch me by now, you’ve cum twice.” She smiles, then raises her head and tuts “Demanding, Odysseus, are you in a place to make demands?” One hand ghosts his dick and he whines, an embarrassing sound from his lips. He seals his mouth shut. She watches him closely, then hums and takes her hands off, sitting up to rest her head on his shoulder. The gesture is romantic, but not what he needs, eliciting another whine. There’s a pause. Once more she ghosts her hand over and removes it, and finally he breaks “Please, please Penelope. Do whatever you want with me, just please get me off love.” She grins at him, and wraps her hand around and twists- making him moan out and arch his back. She gives it a few tugs but before he can cum she lets go again, he cries out in frustration, but then she covers his mouth and begins to climb atop him. Pushing him to lay down. “Relax, I’ve got you.”

Menelen

Helen moaned as Menelaus entered her, expression contorted in ecstasy. Menelaus himself made small noises. It was only a small pause to make sure they’re both okay, him opening his eyes to look down at her, but it meant all the world to Helen. Then he set a slow pace, slow but deep, rocking her on the bed. In, out, in, out He began to moan, and she wrapped her arms around his back. Fingers digging in as she pulled herself up to his ear, Where she whispered “Tell me, love,” he shuttered anticipatingly, “what would you do should another army have planned an ambush on both sides?” His pace stuttered in his raw confusion, his brain sputtering to life. What? His focus was torn, now, as his brain tried to think about it but constantly got distracted by the pleasures he was feeling. She hummed, and he felt pressured to answer. He responded dutifully, panting as he got the words out. Once he had, there was a pause where he began to slip into mindless pleasure again before she spoke once more, “you’re making plans with Corinth, care to tell me what they are?” He groaned “I’m just curious.” “You sound like a spy-“ “And will that make you fuck me harder?” He cursed, head falling to rest on her shoulder as his pace increased. Of course, he would answer again.

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Ares squirmed under Hypnos’s deft fingers- breathing heavily- as the gentle god of sleep sat behind him and supported him leaning back. One hand jerking him off, the other softly stroking his side.

He groaned, fingers and toes curling, and Hypnos kissed his cheek with a slight giggle “Just relax, Ares, just relax. You’re in good hands.”

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“Helen” Menelaus moaned softly, his eyes closed.. Odysseus’s hand slowed for a moment around him, then with a sigh continued at pace as he leaned further in to kiss the red head’s neck

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“Mphm!” Diomedes has teased him for god knows how long now, Odysssus feels about ready to die. “Diomedes- please- I swear, I swear if you don’t let me cum you’ll never hear the end of- mmph!” Diomedes twisted his hand just a perfect way to shut him up, then mumbling in his ear- “Shh, we’re almost through, you’ve done so good.” Odysseys squirmed at the praise

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“You like seeing me bloody, and war torn, and determined to kill you, don’t you?” Paris nearly choked on the words out of Menelaus’s mouth, so shortly after hey had begun kissing behind closed doors, and he hated the way they rung true. “I- I wouldn’t say- it’s not as if-“ He cut himself off with a man as he unexpectedly felt a hand palm his hardness through the cloth “We should all be honest here, Paris, since this is negotiations.” Paris whimpered under him.

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Writing this for the shippers- He was infuriating, Agamemnon was infuriating, talking on and on about something Odysseus had already refuted with this self defeatism in his tone that could drive anyone less determined to give up. Getting quite tired of it, and not being allowed to get a word in, Odysseus found himself storming up to the king and grabbing him by a bit of his armor. “Commander, with all due respect, I’ve told you why that will get a substantial number killed and put yourself at risk. I cannot allow you to ruin this damn war because of your guilt.” "Really, Laertides?" Agamemnon glared at him, face twisting into rage, and it finally hit him just how close he had moved to him. Odysseus felt something twist in his gut, and for his sanity he’d say it was fear. “Odysseus” was said warning, and he quickly knew it was not fear. Still, he backed up quickly like it was, taking his hands off him like Agamemnon had suddenly became 1000 degrees. “I just think you should think about this more, my apologies.” There was a pause… and then suddenly Odysseus was backed up into the desk, a mouth kissing his.

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Artemis deciding to try having a first time with Aphrodite, ultimately she didn’t like it but it did improve their relationship somewhat.

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“I’m very- Ah! Busy- you must understand.” Hermes blubbered out, as Ares sucked on his cock. War just hummed, making Hermes keen with a moan, digging their nails into the other. “Really- just another- ah- just another minute.”

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Opinion on Odymedes? (Palamedes/Odysseus) :3

Ooo, ohoho this is fun, I meant to write something with this! I think there are a couple ways you can take this, and none of them are anywhere near good or healthy, I don't personally see it but that has never stopped me from writing things before. I love putting guys in situations. Their rivalry of intelligence makes things interesting. Either this is pure fascination from Odysseus or this is getting a good position to frame him from. Either way, for Palamedes it is trying to understand this strange sort of spark and also trying to take some power of his situations. And they could get a strange sort of possessiveness over each other! 'No one else will kill this man but me' sort.

Please feel free to ask of more of this from me, please give me prompts I love prompts and things to work off of. Palamedes was panting like a dog as the King of Ithaca laid over him- his wrists in his hands pressed above his head- head swimming with a foggy sort of overstimulation. He felt himself being stared at, the same way he could feel himself being stared at across the boat. Across the camp. A burning curiosity swirled in the water of Charybdis's jaws with searing spite and a cool cunning. It made him ache all the more, and also made him suddenly soberingly aware of how easy it would be for the King to press a dagger to his vitals right here. But no, Odysseus simply moves his thumb to rest firmly on the pulse of his wrist and then leans further down until his mouth is right over his ear. The silence sits for a moment, to let Palamedes really consider the position, the vulnerability, and the fact that the King wants to feel his fear, then is broken only by a carefully restrained "I will tear your life from you stone by stone, I will weigh you to the bottom of the ocean, for taking me from my family."

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Jason with his hands tied up being fucked by the other Argonauts…

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Autolycus squirmed under Heracles, the bigger man’s hand wrapped around his cock, panting “Oh, shit- shit- Heracles-“ He chanted like a prayer, Heracles smiled a bit “Not so slippery now, are you?” “Oh shut up and kiss me!”