the fates were close behind

[ heartsonghq ]

[pantheeons]

— masterlist

grant thicke | child of demeter [ john krasinski ]

ramón rosas | child of persephone [ laith ashley ]

carlo zappa | child of tyche [ alvise rigo ]

ryder brinkman | unknown parentage [ damson idris ]

hugo brinkman | child of athena [ idris elba ]

paulo mauga | child of nemesis [ dwayne johnson ]

dylan sorgel | child of melinoe [ wilson bethel ]

saxon blade | child of dionysus [ stephen amell ]

rex lovejoy | child of hera [ max parker ]

till tamasi | child of selene [ shawn hatosy ]

[yourangelos]

angelos listened as he posed in front of a mirror, checking out the simple outfit from multiple angles. he trusted his hera brother’s opinion, knowing most of the hera born prioritized fashion almost as much as angelos. he turn his chest towards rex at the mention of his pecs, “do you think?” he asked with a cheeky grin, pushing his chest out. there was a thin strap of fabric across one shoulder, while his other tit was fully out. “you say that like you don’t love them.” he smirked, running a hand across his chest and teasing his own nipples. “so you like the outfit then!"

[pantheeons]

"I like the nipples," Rex pointedly clarifies. "But you make it work. That's the sort of outfit you kinda need a banging bod for, otherwise it's giving bedsheet. Like, I know I could pull it off, but there's very little clothing I can't make look good..."

"Do you think I have big nipples—?"

The thought enters his head, and he decides he needs to provide Angelos with some visual aids for comparison by removing his shirt. Rex felt proud about his body, especially his chest; he never needed to undergo any sort of top surgery during his transition. Not that he would've had an option to anyway. Just extremely profuse, intentional workouts that shaped his pecs to perfection. (Also, just a little bit of divine intervention for aesthetic reasons.)

He flexes the pecs. "I do feel a little pale right about now, though—"

[yourangelos]

“it's too on the nose, don't you think?” angelos stepped into his living room, showing off the outfit to his friend. he was dressed in a stereotypical greek robe, practically a bedsheet thrown together, with a golden laurel atop his head. he was going through the wardrobe he'd bought in japan, getting his friend to help with which items were worth keeping.

@pantheeons liked for a starter

[pantheeons]

"I, uh—" Rex begins, stammering for thought. He had a reputation of being more honest than some on the island, so that's probably why Angelos —his fellow child of Hera— came to him for an opinion on the garment. Truthfully, he didn't know what he thought of it, but he definitely felt something.

"Well, it makes your tits look amazing, at least," he finally responds. "Alway a big fan of having the chest out. Why hide those giant silver dollar nips from the rest of the world, y'know what I mean...?"

[olympianheirs-deactivated202605]

"I can't lie and say you aren't hot. Cause you very well are...everyone is..." Tops off and bodies riving together in time with the music, Malcolm could swear that an orgy was going to break out at any moment. Though, he felt that that was very unlikely going to happen, even if many wear basically half naked already.

"I never said that. I just...don't dance is all." Two left feet his friends always told him but either way, he was rocking side to side with the music, letting the other lead as they were close together. Skin on skin. Eyes focusing on the other to lead in this dance they were performing.

[pantheeons]

"Some of us are just hotter than most others," Rex chuckles, hold on Malcolm unrelenting. "Us two especially... plus, we got a little something extra that they don't got—"

The little something extra being the godly blood in their veins, of course.

He chuckles. "Oh, come on, babe... everybody can dance," Rex protests. He places his hands at the other's hips, moving them in time with his. "All it takes is a little practice, see...?"

[praeternaturalmen]

duke wasn't the type to push back at such an assertive offer, especially when meeting a new friend. “well, i'm sure we can figure something out.” he smirked, unable to avoid looking down immediately at the mention of saxon's pussy. he was blunt unlike many duke had met, but he was intrigued. “you'd be fuckin' crazy not to like pussy, man." he moved his breakfast aside. “been a while since i've had any. you must be real tired.” 

[pantheeons]

Saxon notices Duke glancing at this (clothed) crotch, and a tiny part of him is gleefully satisfied about it. He knew the value he had on the island with that aspect of his physique. A businessman must always know his value, or else he has nothing to offer.

"Yeah, well, you'd be surprised," Sax shrugs. "I'm not, like, trans or anything. Nothing wrong with that if I were. I woke up one day and my dick was just, like, gone. That was part of my awakening I suppose. Still not really sure why daddy decided I needed to have a pussy, but could've been worse, coulda made me a complete eunuch—"

[vileblccds]

" damn it. " another string rips from his guitar, curling in on itself. with as many instruments as he'd amassed over his lifetime, he still didn't have the most tender hand when it came to them. broken strings, cracked hardware, snapped guitar picks; he really ought to be a little more careful.

but sometimes you couldn't control yourself when the music hit.

" sorry, uh, i was really excited about showing you this song but i keep busting my equipment. " he laughs softly, glancing upward toward his companion. " let me treat you to lunch and maybe i'll see about getting this fixed. "

@pantheeons

[pantheeons]

"Dang, that sucks," Ryder says. Most of the music he was into fell along the lines of hip-hop and classical —what, he couldn't fuck with violins and shit?— but he could appreciate music of any genre, even the singer-songwriter-y type stuff you would hear in Starbucks. Which Ryder assumed Heath was going to play him, but now he might never know...

"Wish I could help with that. I don't know anything about guitars. Did have an era where I played drums nonstop, though... was never any good but I liked it... what did you say about lunch—?"

[pantheeons]

@ofloveandstardust: 🫦 Bite the receiver's lower lip before kissing them fiercely.

Grant wasn't surprised to learn Mateo was such a good kisser. People with lips like those were made for using them. Kissing, biting, sucking... basically anything that involved two sweaty, naked people getting each other off. Their clothes weren't even fully off yet, but Grant had a feeling he might not be able to control himself before his underwear came off.

"Fuck, take it easy," he chuckles, pulling away from the other, but only slightly. "Gonna need to save that energy for when I'm, well, inside you— if that's what you want, I mean."

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Send my muse a wet dream and they will rate it on how they wake up:

1. Discomfort/Disgusted 2. Confused/Uncomfortably aroused 3. Slightly aroused 4. Very aroused 5. Had an orgasm in their sleep

[thunderousmemes]

SLOW–BURN SPARKS & QUIET HEARTFIRE

roleplay starters inspired by slow burn love — lingering glances, almost-touches, and feelings that simmer for months before finally spilling over

LONGING IN THE LITTLE MOMENTS

soft looks, subtle shifts, that ache of wanting more but not daring to reach

“Why do you always look away right when I catch your eyes?”

“You keep brushing my hand. Accidentally… right?”

“You don’t have to leave yet. Stay—just a few more minutes.”

“Why does being around you feel… different?”

“I notice the way you soften around me. Even when you try not to.”

ACCIDENTAL INTIMACY

hands brushing, falling asleep near each other, warmth passed back and forth

“You’re freezing—come here. It’s just body heat… nothing else.”

“You can lean on me if you’re tired. I wouldn't mind.”

“Hold still, you’ve got something in your hair—just let me…”

“Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, but… I didn’t want to move.”

“I like it when you stand close. Even if you pretend you don’t notice.”

DENIAL THAT’S OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE ELSE

everyone sees it except the two falling in love

“Why does everyone keep asking if we’re together? We’re not… right?”

“No, I wasn’t staring. I was… observing. For reasons.”

“We’re just friends. Totally normal friends who… talk every night?”

“Why does it bother you when I flirt with other people?”

“We’re close. But not that close. Unless… you want to be?”

RISING TENSION, UNKEPT DISTANCE

the space between you shrinking, breath catching, lips almost touching

“You keep stepping closer. Are you doing that on purpose?”

“Tell me to back up. If you don’t, I won’t.”

“You can’t look at me like that and expect me to think straight.”

“If you touch me again, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself.”

“We’re either about to kiss or make the world’s worst decision.”

LATE NIGHTS THAT LEAD TO CONFESSIONS

quiet rooms, tired voices, guards slipping

“I shouldn’t say this, but… I feel safer with you than anyone else.”

“You’re the first person I think about in the morning. And the last at night.”

“I don’t know when it happened, but you’ve become… important.”

“Why do I only tell you the things I’m scared to say out loud?”

“Stay up with me. I don’t want this feeling to fade yet.”

FEAR OF RUINING EVERYTHING

the hesitation, the trembling, the hope

“If I told you the truth… would it ruin us?”

“I’m scared of losing what we already have.”

“I care about you too much to risk it unless you feel the same.”

“Don’t lie—there’s something between us. You feel it too.”

“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll pretend none of this happened.”

FINALLY CROSSING THE LINE

the moment where holding back isn’t possible anymore

“Come here. I can’t pretend I don’t want you anymore.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to make the first move.”

“If we’re doing this… don’t pull away.”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for months.”

“Tell me this isn’t just one moment. Tell me we’re choosing each other.”

[pantheeons]

@ofloveandstardust

gif 79 Now how'd he get here? I guess you could say, Mateo was lucky at getting lucky. As cliche as it sounds, it was just so so ironically true. The child of Aphrodite found he didn't really need to do much to maintain his physique since coming to the isle. But he still loved visiting the gym. For sport, for show, for fun. The loverboy would dawn the sluttiest gym clothes you could imagine. And go on his way. Infront of mirrors and in view of the other demigods, deadlifting and doing cardio on various pieces of equipment. Matty would stretch and warm up for what felt like an excessive amount of time for the impatient. But the perfect amount of time for the ones who planned their whole workouts around his little shows. Once he was properly warmed up, he'd get to lifting small hand weights. Just to flex. Shirtless and smiling as he broke a slight sweat. Just being hot at the gym. Today though before he had even gotten to the shirtless weightlifting... Carlo came up in front of him, while he was stretching his hips. On his hands and knees. Pretty brown eyes level with the other's bulge. Swallowing thick as he had to remind himself to meet eyes with the other. Words were had. He offered to lead Mateo through a leg routine. The grips on his hips, readjusting him into a near perfect arch. Or hands ran over the swell of Matty's ass and the meat of his thighs. The touches and flirty words had them going back to the other's cabin. They showered together. Mateo greedily worshipping the other's body with mouth and hands as the water washed away soap from cut abs and rippling muscles. From the shower to a quick detour on the bathroom counter and lastly on Carlo's bed. He rid all eight inches of the other demigod's hard cock until he was pushed off in a playful sort of way. Not because the other was close to finishing but because he wanted the Aphrodite boy face down ass up. getting him to arch his back just right so he can get back to fucking that hole of his. The clapping sounds of wet skin on skin, the slip and squelch of lube. Mateo's sweet moans and groans. Crying out in Spanglish for more. While drooling from the corners of his lips from being fucked so well. Mateo was blessed by the fates to experience a fucking so good. So good it made him start thinking of ways to get it again before it was even done.

Casual sex, expecially after some training, did not faze Carlo. Fucking had literally become his side hustle back in LA, and arguably his primarily source of income by the end he ended up on Olympus. In some ways he always saw them two sides of a coin — both ways to sweat and exercise. One was just more socially acceptable.

But he couldn't anticipate how good Mateo felt around him, that tight, shapely ass hugging every last inch of his thick cock, forcing him to overcome the urge to blow his load on every other thrust. The other's cries in his native tongue didn't help, especially since Carlo was fluent in the language. He knew every last word Mateo was moaning as their bodies rocked together.

"Fuck, si—" cries Carlos, watching Mateo's ass clap back against him on each thrust. "That good? Bueno—?"

[olympicvalor]

Rex was the ideal kind of top for Axel, domineering in the best way and rough whenever he fucked the shit out of the son of Iris. Maybe part of what made it feel so good was the psionic or telekinetic dick that Rex used when he was balls deep inside Axel and how it made the orgasm at the end feel even more euphoric; or maybe that had to do with his mother's domain around emotions. 

Taking the others words as an order, Axel started to bounce on the psionic cock faster and faster, fucking himself more and more. In moments like this, you could see just how much of a needy slut the young frat boy was. “Oh fuck, I love it, daddy. Soo much.” he could barely whimper the words out as he pushed back down on it, wrapping his arms around the other to hold himself from falling off Rex. “Your cock feels so good.”

[pantheeons]

Rex smirks at how easily it is to order Axel around in bed. The boy was such a bottom. So whimpering, desperate to get fucked, all those brawny muscles on his body submitting to him so fervently...

Too bad Rex couldn't breed and Axel couldn't get pregnant. He would've pumped so may babies into him by now. The irony of their arrangement.

"That's it baby, take daddy's cock—" he coos, smacking the other's ass from beneath him. "How's that dick inside you, hmm—? Big enough? Daddy can always make it bigger—"

[illbeyouridle]

"Oh I can't tell you that, it's like telling someone your wish, or your dreams. One won't get either if you say them out loud." Dario begins to say, winking at the other demigod. It did raise confidence in seeing someone who could relate to him without their godly parent being their sole connection point. A polite yet cheeky smile spreads across Dario's face once his drink arrived before Rex's.

"Well if you want it to be only you, I'm afraid the sons of Hera might have to share..." He says with a proud smirk before taking a sip. "Oops, was that too revealing?"

[pantheeons]

"Oh, come on, baby. You know I hate that vague shit. I like details. Gimme the gossip..."

Rex did have a slight reputation for being a gossip monger around the island, but he didn't care. It made the place interesting. Hot guys could only hold his interest for so long.

"You don't gotta tell me it's me cause I know it is. Everybody got a crush on me," Rex smirks. "But since you've already spilled a lil' bit of tea, you may as well turn the whole pot over—"

[olympicvalor]

There was a gut reaction to say ‘Now that wasn’t too hard, now was it?' but he bit his tongue and welcomed the affection from the son of Hera. The kiss was passionate, Gideon was sure there were eyes on the two of them watching from all over the dance floor but he didn't want to think about that right now. The demigod just wanted to get Rex all to himself. 

 “It's like you read my mind," Gideon took the others hand as he pulled off the kiss and guided the other through a crowd of strangers who weren't paying either of them any mind and down a dimly lit hallway, looking for any kind of door or passage that would give them privacy. 

“Door's locked, you think you could use those powers of yours?”

[pantheeons]

"Don't need powers to know what you want, baby boy," Rex purrs, his hands reaching into the front of Gideon's pants, stopping themselves before they could even possibly get arrested for public indecency. "But it is fun sometimes, seeing how dirty some people can be in their fantasies—"

He lets Gideon lead them astray into an empty hallway, taking them to a closed door. "No problem," he affirms, using his mastery of telekinesis to jiggle the lock open, allowing them inside. "Hurry. Don't want people thinking we're putting on a show for 'em—"

[magicalmisguidings]

"My mother is the goddess of beauty and love. Not false humility. I'm beautiful and I know it." Troy shrugged he wasn't going to hide or pretend like he didn't know he was good looking. He knew he was pretty and he was going to flaunt it all he could. "And you should think highly of yourself. You're a stud, and you have a good body yourself."

"Yeah? I'm no child of Hebe but I have a little bit of sway over the body if you wanted to feel in the prime of your life again. I can even make it temporary if you want. I can only do 200 but I'm doing more sets, and reps." Troy flexed and arm showing off a bicep for the other. "It's mostly for show."

[pantheeons]

"Guessing you mean your other mother, not your real one," Saxon dismisses. He still hadn't gotten used to this whole parent talk around here, but maybe that was just because he came here as a fully grown man with parents who raised him to completion.

He shakes his head. "I'm good. Taking pride in my body is, like, all I have anymore. Can't feel like I'm cheating." He watches as the younger man flexes. Impressive. All of him looked pretty good, but that was obvious.

"Can't all be for show if you can lift that much—"

[praeternaturalmen]

the vacation had duke around a lot of unfamiliar islanders. he knew embarrassingly little considering he’d been there for almost four years. duke preferred keeping to himself. focusing on his studies and those he’s close with. duke only recently started opening up and exploring more substantial relationships. their japan trip was the perfect ice breaker. duke sat eating his breakfast zoned out and reflecting on the vacation so far. he looked towards the demigod as he saw a figure approach, trying to remember his name as saxon spoke. “sympathy sleep’s gonna cost you extra.” duke teased. he had little patience for hangover insomnia, but they usually went down quick. he’d been there before, and it’d benefit a new relationship to be less prickly. “yeah sure i can do it for you. but i don’t use my powers for sexual favours, that’s ridiculous. and a bold proposition over my breakfast.” he popped an orange slice in his mouth, offering another to saxon.

[pantheeons]

"Nice try, but we don't have money to our name here. Not that it would've been a deterrent in the real world. Never a problem big enough that buying someone off couldn't make go away—"

He needed to stop incriminating himself in potential misdeed when bragging about his wealth. Force of habit.

"You sure? Sex stuff is the only currency I have around here anymore. I actually kind of like using it to my advantage—"

"You into pussy...? Cause I got one—"

[olympianheirs-deactivated202605]

"Everyone else does not..." Then that was when he actually looked around the room and to his surprise, this guy was right. Everyone did have their tops off. That certainly caught him off guard as he looked back to the red head. "Well, I only came to look at the art not to party." He admitted as he set both the drinks he had onto the nearby table so not to spill them, the way this guy was grinding against him.

Malcolm wasn't a prude, far from it, even though he came from money and had a certain lifestyle. He did party back in his college days. Though, after everything that had happened since, he felt those days were behind him. Yet, here he was now. With a deep breath, he smiled and nodded. "Fine...why not." And with that, his shirt was off to and slipped into the waistband of his trousers.

[pantheeons]

"Oh, come onnnnn—" Rex protests, only slurring slightly from the alcohol in his system. "I'm hot, you're hot, everybody is hot... live it a little, baby. Show me those tits—"

Either Malcolm decided on his own to join the party or Rex was just that persuasive, but nevertheless Malcolm finally takes his shirt off, eliciting a woooo! from the redhead. "That's what I'm talking about," Rex smiles, pulling the other closer to him, their bare skin now touching. "Not too cool to dance with me now, are you—?"

[illbeyouridle]

"Sorry, you are just so beautiful." Bev had began to say in his rough and broken English, petting the other man softly across his chest. A thumb caresses itself across one of his shirt's buttons. It travels lower and lower, the son of Nike's thumb now circling around the button of his pants, smiling up at the handsome demigod on his lap as he did so. An arm had been wrapped around the other, keeping him close so that he could whisper into the other's ear playfully, "Not to worry. I happily oblige to any position for handsome man like you."

[pantheeons]

Rex fought his instinct to respond with saying, yeah, I know. Even if it were objectively true. Instead, he says—

"Takes beauty to know beauty, stud," smirking at the other. Bold approach to basically undress him right then and there, but Rex did always take well to boldness. A man strong-willed enough to match his own resolve made him take notice.

"Good, because you're exactly the kind of guy I like to bend over—"