Notes: This has DUBCON/NONCON, stalking, toxic relationships, DRUG USE, deceiving, power imbalances/dynamic (the gods outright manipulate reader emotions), SMUT (even if brief in some sections), PLEASE SCROLL IF EASILY TRIGGERED. This might be the longest set of characters I have ever done for welp also FEMALE READER
ZEUS
Zeus is the god of thunder, the sky, of law, order and justice. The ruler of mount olympus, the king of the olympian gods. Many claim he was wise and just, though he was just as quick to anger. The god was infamous for his countless lovers, for the cause of his wife’s scorn. A tale old as time; it all started with the god taking notice of you. Watching you long before you realized.
Your fate was already decided. You may not have done much to attract the attention of Zeus. Perhaps you were bathing by the river or picking flowers and Zeus simply deemed you a beauty. He’ll take the form of many animals to watch you at first – a swan, an eagle. It won’t be long before he reveals himself. Zeus will take you. Though it all lies whether you want to make it easy for yourself. You couldn’t refuse him, you couldn't fight him, you could do nothing. What would a mere mortal even do against the god of all gods?
You belong to the god now, whether by choice or not. None of it seems to matter. You are his lover now. One to do as he pleases. Zeus tries to be romantic, even honest with you at first. Would you rather he take the form of some animal or a strange unfamiliar man? The god enjoys the sight far more than he anticipated. You – naked under his touch, his mercy. Eyes brimmed with tears and if you tried to move your face away, shut your eyes. Anything to make it all the more bearable. He’ll simply tilt your face back.
There is no questioning that Zeus is greatly fond of you. He has kept you far longer than most of his escapades. That alone sets you apart. But your fate shall remain like any other. Zeus will never be truly loyal to you. Zeus may promise you many things; gifts beyond your imagination. He’ll indulge your many whims, drape you in gold and silk, say all the sweet words. Yet you’ll never be owed his faithfulness.
So he may take lovers as he pleases. You, however, are not granted the same privilege. For all his indulgence, Zeus is terribly jealous. Shall you dare to entertain any notion even if it’s a mere mimicking of a romantic closeness. You may as well have written your signature on their fate. Their crops, their houses all destroyed, following their death. Zeus will tell you it was mercy. For he knows many ways, countless ways to make one’s end slow and agonizing. And because he is a merciful god, he’ll not tolerate a second time.
Zeus is not willing to entertain the idea of you remaining among other mortals for too long. Not when they look at you too freely, something he considers his. You’ll be taken somewhere hidden. Safe from Hera’s wrath. She wouldn’t harm you. She wouldn’t dare. But Zeus doesn’t want to take the risk. He promises protection. Do you wish to face his wife’s wrath? Other gods’ trickery? You’ll live in a palace of marble with servants for your every need. Would you not want to be spoiled and doted upon by a god?
HERA
Hera is the goddess of marriage, family and childbirth as well as the queen of Olympians. Hera is proud and clever, but she is also infamous for her jealousy and vengeful nature. Being the goddess of marriage, she remained faithful to Zeus, not taking lovers. But what were the odds that Hera would find herself entranced by a mortal, the very mortal being you.
The goddess takes it all as an insult, a wound to her pride. At first, she hates you for this perceived betrayal. How could you, a mere mortal, make her feel this strongly? Making this offense even worse is that you continue living blissfully unaware. Oh she is to strike you down where you stand. But you are just so radiant, a delicacy. A flower she wants to pluck all the petals.
For all her pretense, the goddess designates herself as your protector. No one shall harm or even look at you wrongly. The woman who mocked your appearance awakens with her face scarred beyond recognition or transferred into some beast. The man who catchcalled you shall be struck down with “madness” and for his seed to never bring forth a child.
It’s not enough for the goddess to just watch you from afar. She wants you to know. That you’re under her divine protection. Hera will find it an insult if you assume any other god is watching you. So it’s not long till you are brought before her. Unlike many gods, she sees no reason for a disguise. Nor does she expect a rejection.
What Hera expects is awe, loyalty, devotion – as expected from any mortal who is given such an offer. She has been oh so lonely those few days. She clothes you in soft robes, fed to your heart’s content, laying in soft cushions. All by her side of course, as her hands roam your body, a hand inching between your legs. Won’t you like some pleasure and give her some in return, she coaxes. Her husband has been denying her for some time.
Speaking of her husband, Zeus who is very much known for his jealousy and wrath. Hera assures she’ll protect you, keep you hidden. That is…if you comply. Should you reject her; you’ll not only face her wrath but her husband’s. He will forgive her after some time, the same cannot be said to you. Hera has you right where she wants to and she will never let you go.
POSEIDON
Poseidon is the god of the sea, earthquakes, storms and horses. One of the Olympians who aided in overthrowing cronus. He is tempestuous and vengeful, known for holding long lasting grudges. Poseidon has had many lovers; mortals, nymphs or otherwise – siring multiple demigod children. And in time, you will become one of his notorious lovers.
The god first took notice of you by the sea. Perhaps you were collecting seashells by the shore or maybe swimming in the shallow water, wet fabric clinging to your skin. For a fleeting moment, Poseidon might have nearly mistaken you for a nymph. Or perhaps you were praying – praying for a loved one’s safe passage across his seas.
In any other circumstance, Poseidon would have taken you the second you piqued his interest. He is not a god known for his patience. Yet just for a few moments he watches from afar. Not with admiration or tenderness but with lust. With hunger. Poseidon is unashamed in his pursuit. He’ll make it impossible to ignore that there is a powerful force intervening in your everyday life. His version of mercy in preparing you for what's to come.
Storms will come and go, yet you are left untouched. Still, you can’t help but feel uneasy, the same feeling one gets when they think they’re being watched. Only to turn each time and find nothing. Should anyone get too close to you, news of their misfortunes reach you. Drowning at sea, home torn apart by quakes. Times you dream of the ocean. Day after day the waves call to you. To take a step, further and further till you are deep in the abyss.
At least, the mystery is solved, the very answer to what seemed to tug at your soul, urging you closer to the sea. Poseidon couldn’t wait any longer. Revealing a bearded man with a trident in his grasp towering over you. You’re given no time to comprehend that the force haunting your dreams, shadowing your every move is the god of sea himself before you’re snatched.
Your struggles are futile and your cries deafen beneath the waves. Yet you don’t drown. Not even suffocating when the water fills your lungs as the god drags you deeper and deeper where his palace resides; made of coral and pearl. Everything happens too quickly. You are taken with haste. The god is neither gentle nor slow. Doing nothing but taking his thrusts, eager to make his claim. Make you his lover with no room for refusal. And if you prove worthy one day, be a good little sweetling, he may grant you immortality.
HADES
Hades is the king of the underworld, the god of the dead. It was said Hades was grim, stern and unyielding. Unlike his brothers, he kept to his realm, hardly visiting the world above; unmoved by prayer or sacrifice. Hades never intended to fall in love, he was no Apollo or Zeus – a mortal lover was not something that crossed his mind, but somehow you vexed the king of the underworld.
Perhaps the god first saw you draped in mourning clothes, lighting candles for the dead. Eyes soft with sorrow and hands clasped. Hades couldn’t understand what drew him to you so strongly. Was it your beauty? You were watched for some time and before you knew it, you were abducted by one riding a chariot. Feeling the earth crumble as you’re dragged to the underworld, to a realm you are forced to call home.
Hades would, surprisingly, not force himself on you. At least not right away. Not because of some moral obligation, but because he sees no need for it. You have no one. No other god to reason with. No trickery, no hidden knowledge that can help you escape the Underworld. You are simply trapped, with no choice but to fight some useless internal battle or accept this realm as your new realm.
For now, Hades wishes to give you no further reason to hate or fear him. Eternity will be spent here; no need to rush the inevitable. He gives you space. Taking it upon himself to treat you well. You’re not chained in one place, allowed to walk freely throughout the Underworld though certain areas are forbidden. Whatever creature or soul you encounter will not dare to lay a hand on you.
There will be as much food and drink as you desire, a warm and soft bed to lay in, gifts and comforts almost fit for a queen. Yet you are denied one thing. Never again feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin, never watching another sunset, never watching the stars glint at night. And there is no shaking that feeling off – the one that strikes up your spine, that unrests your stomach; the god wants something. Something you can't take back.
If you recoil from his touch, that is fine. As said, the god will give you all the time you need. But even an eternal being finds that thread of patience loosening. All due in time, Hades will have you underneath him; naked and wreathing. Either cause you came to him willingly or he thought your fragile mind could endure it. Hades will have no need for other lovers, why would he need them with you at his side? A pretty little thing he’ll have seated upon his lap as he rules from his throne.
DEMETER
Demeter is the Goddess of agriculture, of harvest and grain. She is responsible for the fertility of Earth. She is well known, above all, for her infamous grief when her daughter Persephone was abducted by Hades, causing a famine around the world, explaining the cycle of seasons. The goddess has loved a mortal before. Ending in tragedy with Zeus killing him out of jealousy with his thunderbolt.
One would assume such a thing wouldn’t occur again. Yet there must have been someone who was wishing for your downfall. For how else would your fate end with catching the eyes of a goddess? Demeter noticed your existence long before you ever crossed paths. Even before she allowed herself to feel anything. You weren’t special, no divine blood, no beauty to make men wage wars, nothing remarkable to set you apart from the rest of humanity.
Still you remain in her thoughts. Perhaps she is reaching out to you out of loneliness. Persephone is gone once more, returning to Hades in the underworld. Yet even during her ‘grief’ when winter arrives with its harsh snow. You step outside your home to find flowers still blooming, your crops growing just fine. Your neighbors have said that you’re blessed.
Demeter sees your hesitation. How you glance around, at the sky; clearly confused as anyone would. Oh, how she wishes to just reveal herself, wrap her arms around you and soothe it all the way. She tries holding off as long as she can. And when she can’t bear it, Demeter will not reveal her true divine form. Coming to you in the form of some old traveler. She speaks kindly, wanting to hear the sound of your voice up so close. The disguise doesn’t last long before Demeter finally shows her divine form in gold and green robes, hair woven with dried grasses.
In shock, unable to comprehend such beauty, you fall to your knees. Demeter only chuckles, reassuring you there is no need to fear as she draws you close. She’ll take you to Mount Olympus where she is prepared to face Zeus and his wrath. Demeter will do anything, bargain even. If she must keep you a few months at a time, she’ll accept. If she must make you immortal, then so be it.
Refusal is not a choice you can make, for you will face her wrath instead. A terrible famine will come upon your homeland; your friends and family will starve. So why don’t you just stay with her? She will force your head on her lap, let her take care of you. Become her lover. And when Persephone comes to visit, oh she cannot wait to introduce you. Her daughter will take a liking to you, she assures.
ATHENA
Athena was the goddess of wisdom, strategy and handicraft. She was disciplined, a goddess who valued wit. Stubborn and proud. She refused marriage and was believed to have never taken a lover. So imagine the utmost surprise when a mortal catches her eye. A circumstance the goddess herself didn’t believe would come to fruition. Nevertheless, your fate has been sealed.
It all started with a simple curiosity. Perhaps in her temple or in one of the many libraries inspired by her. Still when that curiosity turned into interest; it took some time. Athena is not as impulsive as Apollo nor as hasty as Zeus. She’ll merely watch. Even the goddess of wisdom, if confronted, couldn’t entirely explain why you caught her eye in the first place.
Observing the way you move around, how you sit with a book resting in your hands – fingers carefully flipping the pages. Your eyes are so full of life, of curiosity. Sometimes you sit near her statue, gazing up at it with awe. To you, she only exists in myths. An interesting figure you cannot help but admire, speaking to her statue as if she’ll listen. And she does. Oh how eloquent you sound.
Still, Athena will not make her move. As said, she is far more patient than most. Athena will allow you to believe that she is out of reach. But there is a string of luck that surrounds you; subtle. Never too obvious for others to be able to piece it together. If someone dares to harm you such as a thief, they trip and fall upon their own blade. If you could stumble that will result in serious injury, it feels as if an invisible force is keeping you upright, steadying you. You belong to the goddess. After all, you dedicated yourself to her, did you not? And in return, you will remain in her protection.
When Athena finally decides to make her move. At last approach you. It’s not in her true form, but rather in the form of an old woman or another curious scholar who happened to find you between the scroll columns. She doesn’t want to alarm you. No, she rather you ease yourself, to fall into her arms. Truthfully it’s another test. Athena has already set her mind. She’s certain. But just one last push to see if you are worthy of her. And you did not disappoint.
She pretends to need your assistance. Discuss all sorts of matters; philosophy, politics, poetry. She asks such personal questions even when she already knows the answers to each. And when she thinks you are ready. Truly ready. She stands tall in a chiton with a spear plated firmly on the ground; revealing her true form. You would not reject her, would you. It would be an insult, the greatest form of disrespect. She offers you to be her companion, willingly. Not by force. So would you dare to offend a goddess?
ARTEMIS
Artemis was the goddess of the hunt, the wilderness and wild animals. She was fierce and strong-willed, known to be protective over those she cared for and at times had a vengeful nature. Artemis famously vowed and maintained eternal chastity. Still, the vow doesn’t stop the goddess from claiming you as hers. Oh she would be a fool to not take the lure for herself.
She finds you alone. Wandering through the woods, plucking berries from the bushes or washing yourself in the riverbank – your naked body glowing under the sun. To the goddess, you remind her of a deer. Gentle, delicate and...vulnerable. Artemis shared her twin’s passion, but while her brother would have swept you off your feet by now, she shall bide her time.
So the goddess stalks her prey. She knows all your favorite spots, the paths you take home, your hums by heart, your favorite flowers to pluck and admire. You swear you could hear branches crack behind you, spinning around to see nothing. Animals seem to circle you. You can feel eyes between the forest trees. Something’s off, but there is nothing you can prove.
Artemis wishes you remain a little longer, she enjoys your little visits and yes she can easily follow you all the way home. But she rather you stay here, in her domain. With a little touch and tug from the Goddess, tiredness overtakes you. Drowsiness lulling your body to sleep in the green fields. Unaware the goddess will lay next to you, caressing and admiring your face. And when you finally awaken, it’s to find wildflowers either braided into your hair or crowned on top of your head.
Artemis waits until the moment feels right; she has done enough to ease you into finally meeting her. A tall strikingly beautiful woman shall appear before you, dressed in a simple chiton with high sandals. Approaching your trembling form, cupping your face – promising no harm will come.
From now on, you belong to the goddess. She will take you to come live with her, wouldn’t that be nice? Where you will eat berries from her hand, bathe together under the moonlight. She promises to make you happy. If you try to flee you’ll be surrounded by haunting dogs, wolves, stags, whatever she chooses. If you cry, she’ll wipe your tears, urging you to just accept your fate, to stop making this harder for yourself. If you beg to return home, she’ll say she is your home now.
ARES
Ares was the god of war and courage. He was impulsive, proud and short-tempered. Reasons he was disliked by many gods and mortals. Having a mortal lover was nothing unusual for the god of war, but for some reason, you were a spoil, a prize Ares refused to let go of. The other gods could hear your pleas of mercy but none stepped in. You realize the harsh truth; you’re very much alone.
It's what sets Ares apart from most gods. He doesn’t leave signs that you caught his eye nor does he shower you with blessings nor does he leave gifts at your doorstep. Ares doesn’t even bother entertaining the idea of leaving you mingling with the other mortals. He won’t share, won’t allow others to admire or touch what he already considers to be his own.
So you’re taken. One moment you are living the everyday rhythms to the next thing being forced on a war horse; a tight grip around your waist. You can try to struggle, you can try to cry out. It makes no difference, if anything the god loves the fire in you. Taken to Thrace, where you’ve yet to register the green fields, the vast hills and mountains before forcibly taken right there and then.
Your clothes are torn as the god lays you underneath him. He chases his pleasure, he loses himself in it. Every thrust is ruthless, driven deeper while you breathlessly sob. In his own form of mercy, Ares at least tries to make it pleasurable for you as well, to ensure you reach your climax, He tells you to simply accept it, to give into your body’s desire.
The days blur together and in the cruelest ironic twist of irony, it’s not as horrible as one might believe. Yes he stole you away and yes he forced himself upon you. But Ares truly desires nothing more than your devotion, for you to look at him with love, to grow to worship him. He brings you to dine with him. To sleep beside him. To sit on his lap.
He’ll entertain your little spats. When you turn your face aside or hand away from his touch. This small rebellion is all amusing to him. Still, he is a prideful god. If you insult him, reject him outright, he will remind you where you stand. He is being far lenient – you don’t want to see what happens when he is not. So you learn not to fight him, to lean into his touch, to murmur the right words. He becomes generous, indulgent even and in time being seated on his lap won’t feel like a humiliation ritual.
HEPHAESTUS
Hephaestus is the god of fire, carpenters, blacksmiths and metalworking. The god can be capable of loyalty and hard work yet just as prone to be vengeful, selfish and moody. In some myths, it was Hera who threw him off Olympus and in some, it’s Zeus. Either way rejection is something Hephaestus knows all too well. To rub salt on the wound, his wife famously had an affair with the god of war. So is it truly surprising that you have caught his eye?
It could be that you were given as an offering, a sacrifice to appease the volcanic eruptions or left abandoned on a cursed island. What was expected to be a slow or quick death ends with a miracle. The god doesn’t reveal himself at first. Leaving tools to help build your shelter and live another night, before he ever spoke to you. He watched as you accepted them, thinking they were fortunes a kind soul has lent to you.
For a god, Hephaestus is painfully lonely and emotionally starved. You have become his fascination, burning through his bitterness. His thoughts revolve around you obsessively. Desperate to get you in his arms. To which he does, not caring if you struggle, not caring if you cry out as you’re brought to his domain, forever trapped in there.
Hephaestus hates it when you cower or cry at your predicament. He grows angry and confused. Does he not keep you safe? Don’t make him punish you. He shall treat you gently if you yield to him instead of being so stubborn. Hephaestus is eager to provide, will that make you happy? Shall you want a jewel? A crown? A mirror with enchantment? Let him craft anything your heart desires.
Even with small chances of it happening; Hephaestus is terrified of you leaving him. He'll seal every exit, ensure there are no hidden passages or cracks for you to slip through. The god likes to keep you close while he works especially when you watch him molt and bend something he’s making just for you. Hephaestus tells you the mortal world is cruel and unsafe. They would envy your gifts, steal or kill you for them. Why would you wish to return?
His jealousy runs so deep that he even forges a veil that keeps you ‘hidden’ from the other gods. Hephaestus wants your constant reassurance, won’t you shower him with love? Be at his side and press kisses all over, whisper sweet words on how much you adore him, desire him. Be compliant and willing when he rips your clothes, when he promises you a life of just the two of you, forever in love.
APOLLO
Apollo was the god of archery, music, dance and poetry. Apollo was wise, but passionate, arrogant, vain and wrathful especially when he felt his pride was wounded. Even your worst enemies would pity you to know that you have caught the eye of Apollo; for you might as well be considered cursed. When Apollo falls in love, he falls in love hard. His love is fierce and all burning, it will engulf you, swallow you whole.
The god may have first seen you during a festival. Or you were simply laying in a sunlight field, ignorant to your dooming fate. With Apollo, there is no patience, no time. He has watched you only briefly and thinks you must be his. Already imagining a lifetime together – spoiling you, loving you, doting on you. Your future has already been decided and it will begin with him.
So Apollo makes himself known right away. He’ll write poetry praising your beauty, your voice, your very essence. He’ll compose and play melodies dedicated just for you. And the gift never ends such as a lyre despite you never playing one. It’s all too…overwhelming but there is not much room to refuse a god’s offering.
Therefore Apollo expects delight, awe, worship when he finally reveals himself. Has he not spoiled you enough? Shown you the depth of his love and devotion? And his beauty will have you — a simple mortal starstruck. Apollo doesn’t wait long before pouncing on you, his lips on yours. He wants to make love right there and then.
That said if you dare to reject him. Apollo will stop, almost frozen in place. His smile will falter, face hardening. Even if you try to reason; it’s all too much, it’s all too fast. Apollo won’t accept it. He will repeat your words back to you as giving you a chance to reconsider. A final mercy. And if you stand your ground, then so be it.
Apollo will curse you. Let you return to your mundane life. Let you suffer the consequences of your choice. Given visions that are cryptic, terrible frightening dreams night after night. If you once loved to hum or sing, he’ll go far as to take your voice away. The curse shall do nothing but bring misery. Should you try to move on, suitors will either be turned blind or cursed by madness as well. All you have to do is run back to him. Choose him and he’ll undo it all. Crawl back to his arms, does that not sound wonderful?
APHRODITE
Aphrodite is the goddess of love, beauty, pleasure and sexuality. She is vain, manipulative, jealous and vengeful like many gods. Her being so interested in a mortal is not much of a surprise yet it remains a mystery to how you’ve caught her eye. Who knew the goddess of beauty herself would find you so beautiful, but not as beautiful as her course. You were a fruit that was ripe, ready for the taking, and who was Aphrodite to deny herself such a temptation.
Aphrodite doesn’t exactly fall in love with you. Love seems too simple. You have enchanted her. Made her addicted to your very existence. She spends most of her time now watching you, takes notice of everything you do, of everyone who you talk to. She knows all there is to know. Still the goddess isn’t satisfied. It is not enough. She must have you; wholly and carnally.
The goddess hates how you think yourself so ordinary. How you busy yourself trying to please other mortals, listening to their demands and trivial concerns. They are all beneath you. Aphrodite often lends help, intervening even when it's not needed. She enhances your beauty. Others notice; no longer tormented with dark circles, acne. Your skin glows, your smile seems brighter. Captivating all those around you.
Aphrodite makes you never notice the little transformations, leaving you so confused as to why you’re showered in so many compliments. But that means more attention, more possible pursuers. Aphrodite curses them all. How dare they desire what’s hers, think they can even compete? They will be turned ugly, grotesque even. Some incompetent so they can never get it up.
The goddess thinks enough is enough. She will go mad if she waits a second longer. The goddess can change her form to whoever gazes upon her, so you have no choice but to find her so devastatingly beautiful. To feel nothing but the arousal that coils low in your stomach. She chuckles at how flustered you seem around her, how you can’t even look at her without stumbling over your words, aren’t you just adorable?
Simple as it is, she wastes little finding her way to your bed. Even if you hesitate. Even if you think there is something odd about all of this. Her touches are gentle as they roam your body, coaxing you with her honeyed voice. You will not be able to resist her, she made it that you can’t. She will make you love her. Get rid of all your senses, your doubts so it’s her and just her you feel. And when she reveals herself, there is no escaping. That you won’t know if it’s her manipulation or you truly desiring her. In time, the difference will no longer matter.
HERMES
Hermes is the god of traders and travelers. He is the protector of thieves and orators, said to be a “bringer of good luck”. Hermes is known to be quickwitted, cunning and a mischievous trickster. He is able to move through realms, often acting as the bridge. That said, your life does unravel when the god notices you.
He doesn’t fall in love dramatically like Apollo or Aphrodite per say. You simply intrigued him. Why, he cannot say. You are neither the most beautiful nor the cleverest still the god was interested, a little bored too. He found himself circling your home, following you across the sky. Waiting for the right moment.
Perhaps you drop something or perhaps you are lost in an unfamiliar place, Hermes appears conveniently. Not as himself, but as a young handsome traveler. He offers assistance showing you the way. He makes you laugh, charms you with so much ease. It’s all going according to plan, how gullible and naive mortals are and you, his silly sweetling are no different.
Hermes makes all sorts of excuses to keep coming back. He warms his way into your heart. Going on long walks, handing you gifts from his ‘travels’, speaking of stories from distant lands. Hermes also has a way of avoiding all your questions, too clever with his words. He eventually warms himself into your home, teasingly stealing your things and returning them in the strangest places. When you question how he did it without you noticing. He’ll jest he has quick hands (and feet).
It’s not too long before he also warms his way into your bed, becoming your lover. You have grown to trust him, telling him of your dreams and fears, none the wiser. Growing accustomed to Hermes leaving for long periods of time yet forgiving him each time he returns.
It is at the worst possible moment when Hermes reveals himself. During another one of your passionate love making. By the time you realize, it was too late. As you were lost in pleasure to not see his features change, the slight gleam of light. When you try to push him away, to flee, do anything. He only cages you beneath him, chuckling; Hermes teases you, asking if it really took you that long to notice.
DIONYSUS
Dionysus is the god of wine, vegetation, festivity and ecstasy. Known to bring joy and release to his followers, but also unleash madness and brutality; making him quite a terrifying god. He is a god driven by feelings, his emotions always burning hot. And there you were, a mortal he can bring to ruin. Catching his attention in one of his wandering festivals.
You’re not drunk, not yet at least or simply not enough to fully lose yourself. The god is captivated, for whatever reason. He approaches in a handsome mortal form, walking through the celebration just to get to you. He charms you. Praising you, easing you into him. And then he offers you a cup. Just one sip. You hesitate of course, he is a stranger making an offer. But Dionysus has his ways, he tempts you. Just take it, you know you want to.
One sip of the wine has you downing it. It tastes divine; like honey, so sweet. Even having the urge to ask for more. The world seems all the more alive, colors more vibrant, the sounds melt into melodic laughter. You are in complete bliss as giggles escape your lips. Dionysus kisses you and you lost in it all, let him, even kiss him back.
Dionysus dances with you still in his mortal form, spinning you around even briefly lifting you. The god lays you on his lap among the soft cushions after. Finally showing his divine self. Those around are indulging their desires further, becoming a puddle of naked bodies. Their moans reach your ears as Dionysus has you all to himself and soon enough your moans join theirs.
Your days are all blurred together, time passing like a running river. You're spoiled and adored by the god of wine. Flowers braided into your hair, fruit fed to you by his hands. Either you are up dancing with him, parading you to his followers or resting in his lap even sleeping against his chest. Anyone who touches you without his consent will dance till their feet bleed or he’ll have his maenads tear them apart in a frenzy.
It could be the wine wearing off or even witnessing the horrifying act that snaps you briefly back to your senses. Given a moment of sobriety, you try to make a run for it. His followers surround you, trapping you from leaving. Dionysus will embrace you from behind as he offers you another cup back to your lips. Don’t leave. Lose yourself again. Let him cherish you. And as your mind is in haze again, he wonders aloud wouldn’t it be beautiful if he made you immortal?
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𝓑eelzebub
† Eyes glazed over the sway of her breasts
† He likes to smear makeup on his face
† Bee likes soft sex
† It's gonna be fun! You, Beelzebub and Tesla
† Stretching you so sweet
† Crushing him between her thighs and soft ass
𝓑uddha
† Tease him by rubbing your fat ass on him
† Sit on his lap and let him work his magic
† Keep your soft lips open and it will do the work
† He left you leaking all over
† He likes to lie on the grass while you work him with your mouth.
A Hiva
† He has some unusual positions
† Laying lazily as he watches your ass bounce on him
† Your perfect breasts
† Suffocating you with his balls
† He sticks his tongue in any of your holes
𝓟oseidon
† He grabs you from behind hard and mistreats your ass
† He will use you as he pleases
† Using your panties to muffle your moans
† Look into his eyes even if he fucks you from behind
† Violent ass shaking
𝓗ades
† Pulling your hair while he fucks you
† You can stay still and he will do all the work.
† Leaving you speechless
† Your ass is so soft, Hades can't help but hold it
† Spread your legs wide
𝓣hor
† Filled you up until you leaked
† Lean over the nearest surface and let him fuck you
† He is sooo big
† He likes to hold your hands while he fucks you from behind
† Ride him like your red stallion
Parar
† Passionate kisses on your pussy
† Going up and down on his dick
† Using both your holes
† Licking his ass
† Giving some affectionate touches and kisses
𝓩erofuku
† Sex with him is always sweet
† He is so sweet in sucking her pussy
† A handjob for your good boy
† He is sooo sweet
† He cums so fast when you fuck him
𝓐phrodite
† Move your hips
† She likes kisses and soft touches
† Aphrodite moans as much as you suck her
† Worshiping your breasts
† Lick her pussy and squeeze her tits
𝓑runhilde
† Fast fingers
† Big breasts are good for something
† Fingerfuck
† She's good at fucking you with her strap on
† Sweet cherry
It's over! I made part two because some of you liked the first one. I hope you liked it, I added Brunilde this time too, I'll post the Jojo chapter soon but I'm lazy. Kisses, little bats <3
TW: NSFW 18+ Minors do not interact, fem. Reader, thigh riding, humping, degrading, praise kink, size kink, dominant males, played off as a one night stand (Leonidas & Apollo), pussy eating
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Thor
Thor, who finally placed down his hammer somewhere and found something thrilling in his life that wasn't from battles and endless bloodshed. He was, not visibly, very intrigued by this wish of yours.
Thor, whose way taller and bigger than you, and comes off scary; nonetheless was excited, hiding it well, to watch your little performance for him. He cant wait for you to finish so he can be inside you, stretch your pussy and slide against your wet walls and grab at your shaking legs.
Thor, whose been taking the lead, having his hand on your hip and the other on your back as you face him in this fancy throne chair of his and ride his thigh.
You could feel him tense under you as your hips gave small movements with your pussy leaving a wet feeling along his leg, making him grin as he gave your ass a small slap for making a mess.
Thor, who didn't let you orgasm just yet before he pulled you off and threw you on his throne and stuffed his face down your legs and licked up what you both caused, demanding that you release on his tongue instead.
Poseidon
Poseidon, who didn't seem to care at first and thought it wasn't going to be exciting despite how interested you seemed.. although he was immediately into it
Poseidon, whose pulling at the back of your hair to pull your jaw up and leave space on your neck where he kisses and bites you while he's pushing down on your body so your pussy runs along his thigh with a rough friction.
Poseidon, who wouldn't let you get off of your orgasm until he was satisfied with how long you've been riding his thigh, liking what he's watching and would do it again, in the future.
He's so unfair about this! Wanting to say how boring thigh riding is, at first, but than immediately taking control of your body along his!
Poseidon, who hopes you orgasm without his permission soon so he can throw you off himself and climb on top you so he can finally cum inside of you after all this built up friction just from riding his thigh.
Hades
Hades, whose frustrated with himself that he couldn't have done better with the scenery and arrangements for you, but instead he's stuck at his desk with you humping his thigh.
The clothes were restricting you both, since he still needed to feel professional and finish on paperworks, on new Hellheim arrivals.
Hades, whose allowing this to occur as he tries to finish up his work, but it's no use. He has to put the pen aside and watch you, while his hand is moving down your skirt to pull your panties aside, allowing you to rub against his pant, leaving little wet stains.
Hades, who acknowledges this to be a time for you to take control of the situation and have fun with him, but he's really eager to throw you over his desk soon.
Hes going to have this in the back of his mind now, everytime he sitting at his desk doing work he hopes, when you walk into the room to check in on him, you'll invite yourself to jump on his leg again.. you won't have to ask, if you do.
Beelzebub
Beelzebub, whose hiding such a beautiful body under all those clothes. Legitimately, caught you off guard the first time you saw the details of his upper region alone, sculpted out in a statue. You were so eager to jump on him and see what else he was hiding under his pants, instead.
Beelzebub, who declined the idea at first but couldn't stop thinking about it after some time... Eventually, he brought it up again and obliged to it.
Beelzebub, who began to melt when you first slid your panties down and climbed on his leg like a dog. He watched as you satisfied yourself, slowly beginning to melt into your touch as you also managed to tug his clothes off and kiss his collarbone.
Its driving him crazy, hearing your whimpers as you drag your pussy across his leg. You can feel his body shivering, underneath you, from this strange and new feeling as he watches you get off on him.
Eventually, he's pushing you off and stuffing his face between your legs, getting a good view and taste of what you did to yourself by using him. Using his body!
Heracles
Heracles, who was a bit nervous when you first asked him about doing such a thing. Although, that didn't stop his big smile and from pulling you aside instead of going out to train.
This big brute is such a sweetheart, whose taking care of you throughout with slow movements as he watched both your thighs rub against one of his, riding his big leg like a horse.
Heracles, whose talking to you and asking you if you're alright, wanting to know if this is a good pace. Eventually, he'll begin to pick up the pace as he bounces his thigh beneath you slightly and has his hands touching you slowly, using his words to ask for permission if he can touch here and there.
Heracles, who couldn't last very long before he began to touch you more intimately without asking.. his hands groped and fondled your breasts, pinching your nipples or pushing you to lay back on his knee as he propped his leg up for you.
He loved listening to your muffled whimpers and moans as you stuffed your face into his broad chest, with your arms around his neck. He continued to help move and slide your hips along his skin, getting the right pressure and pace.
Apollo
Apollo, who was immediately thrilled by your little idea and had you pulled aside for himself quicker than you anticipated.
Apollo, whose abuslotely loving your little show and encourages you to keep going. Praising you constantly on how well your hips move along his leg and how beautiful your body looks.
His hands are moving all over your body, because he can't keep them to himself, wanting to touch you and let you see, through his actions, how appreciative he is of this idea of yours
Of course though, this man couldn't keep it to himself very long. Your little drying humping became more intimate from how he distracted you with his lips on your chin, neck and collarbone... And eventually he had you moving like a lap dancer.
Apollo, who'd applaud you for the show and after you're finished with your climax, he finally takes the lead and gives you something to TRULY be excited about.
Leonidas
Leonidas, who'd lay back with a book in his hand and his leg propped up, letting you do all the work for yourself, first. Every once in a while taking a glance up to see you rocking back and forth to get off from your sexual desire for his body... No wonder the Spartans looked up to him for his strength, his body was massive.
Leonidas, who'd literally kick all the Spartans asses if they walked in on you both, after telling them that you guys would be having some.. alone time.
Leonidas, who finally finished his chapter before sitting up and grabbing your hips to help you move your hips along his sturdy thigh. He can feel your body shaking despite barely doing anything.
Leonidas, whose being rough with you yet somehow manages to be a gentleman with how he's treating you in both his words and actions. Biting and nibbling at your shoulders and gripping your legs to leave little red marks and pressing you down on his thighs.. yet also, kissing the little hickeys he left on you.
He's bitting back a laugh and teasing you throughout: being such a dirty thing to ask the Spartan King to do this for you, but he gives you credit for succeeding. He has a shit eating grin as he smokes a cigarette and blows it in your face after you finish with your orgasm.
Record of Ragnarok men who won't hesitate to manhandle you during sex😮💨
Warning/s ::. NSFW under the cut. MDNI. English is not the author's first language.
His muscles aren't there for no reason. He'd have you folded in half, the thick girth of his cock sloppily thrusting in and out of your dripping hole. He loves how he could easily dominate you with his strength, trapping you underneath his muscular body. His hand can easily hold both of your wrists, whether it be above your head or on your back as he takes you from behind.
With his strength, he can easily put you in any position he wants. And his favorite would definitely be a full nelson, especially in front of a mirror. He'd whisper the dirtiest things in your ear as he watches you cry on his cock in the reflection. He'd put you in a mating press any time of the week, reaching the deepest he could go inside of you, leaving you a babbling mess.
— HADES, LEONIDAS, QIN SHI HUANG, SHIVA, RAIDEN TAMEEMON, Thor, Poseidon, Lu Bu, Apollo
The Montauk air smelled like salt mixed with the thick feeling of horrible tension, as you stood on the porch of the beach cabin, arms wrapped tight around yourself, staring at the restless waves.
Inside, Percy was, preparing for his promised boat trip with you.
He had done it, your boy, your brave, sweet boy, had faced gods and monsters and come out on top.
And he saved you from Hades.
But even as pride filled your chest, there was a heavy feeling of worry.
It had been there ever since Percy's father had stepped back into the picture.
Poseidon.
You thought you had buried the memories of those stolen summer nights, when Poseidon had been just a man to you.
He had laughed, loved, and promised more than he could give.
And....
...then he vanished, leaving you with a warning about monsters, a promise to watch over Percy, and nothing else.
Or maybe something else, like the fact that he killed your friends and your ex-boyfriend.
That's why when he tried to contact you through Percy several times after Percy returned from Camp, you avoided him.
"I'm ready, let's go, mom."
You look at your son as he walks up behind you.
Despite Percy looking like Poseidon, his personality is nothing like the deity of the sea.
And you are thankful for that.
🌊🌊🌊
The boat rocked sharply, the waves suddenly restless and unpredictable, as if the ocean itself was throwing a tantrum.
You clung to the railing, your knuckles white as Percy shouted something over the roaring wind. He had insisted on this trip, a simple mother-son outing on the water to celebrate his latest victory.
You had agreed, wanting to share in his joy, but now your stomach churned with unease.
The sea wasn't angry, It felt like it was watching and waiting.
Another violent lurch sent you sprawling.
Percy's cry of alarm barely registered before the next wave struck, dragging you over the side.
"MOM!"
Cold water swallowed you whole, its icy fingers pulling you deeper and deeper.
Panic clawed at your chest as you kicked and struggled, but the currents felt alive, like they had one purpose.
And then, just as suddenly, the water stilled.
You opened your eyes, and there he was, Poseidon.
He stood like the ocean had shaped itself into a man just for him.
His eyes glowed an impossible shade of green, his expression unreadable.
"I knew you would come back to me," he said, his voice carrying humor.
"Come back to you?" you snapped, despite the ache in your lungs.
"I fell overboard because of your tantrum!"
You don't know how you are breathing underwater and speaking, but here you are getting angry at your ex-husband.
He stepped closer, the water parting effortlessly around him.
"I had to get your attention, you have been avoiding me for too long, " His hands touching your cheeks.
Before moving down, and grabbing your arms.
"You still look as young and beautiful as you have always been."
You wanted to pull away, to remind yourself of the heartache he had left in you.
But his grip on you is tight, making it painful and almost impossible to escape him.
Before you could retort, a shadow cut through the water above you. Percy.
Your heart leapt, your son had come to you.
But as he swam closer, his eyes locked onto Poseidon, yet instead of the anger or confusion you expected, Percy's face softened.
He nodded once, a knowing smile tugging at his lips, as if this was exactly what he’d hoped for.
Then, with a quick wave and a mischievous glint in his eyes, Percy turned and kicked back toward the surface, leaving you alone with Poseidon.
"Seems our son approves."
Your face twists, knowing very well that Percy misunderstood the situation.
"I don't approve."
His grin didn't leave his face, the water around you pulsing, and insistent on making you stay.
"Come now," he murmured, tilting his head.
"You have read enough of my ancient stories to know I never take no for an answer."
» established relasionship, Poseidon called "pretty boy", (kind of) pillow princess!Poseidon, possesive!Poseidon, hair pulling, mentions of gentle and rought sex, praising,
There is no doubt that Poseidon is one of the most prideful gods you can find, he is well aware of his power and title, he is prideful of his position between the gods and there is something quite subtle that he wouldn't really deny to anyone, and that is that he is also prideful of the partner he has. He is prideful of having you at his side but even more prideful of having your attention all over him. He stands pridefuly at your side around everyone else, not really bothering to spare a glance to those around when he has you, and yet when it is just the two of you he wouldn't mind lower himself just for you, as long as you ask nicely that is
As prideful as he is you are an exception for him, after all, he doesn't mind following your orders when you ask the right way, he may be pounded and knocked out by you but he will never accept that you forget who he is, you must remember and treat him as the pretty boy he is. Start by praising or tease him, after all he always has the pride to look at you with a challenging stare before he lets you do anything, but he has quite the soft spot for you so it doesn't take long for him before he crawls in bed the way you asked and let you do what you must do
He never protest when you separate his legs or raise his hip, he doesn't complain about in what position you make him stay but he will not let go of his pride or the stare until you force his mind to go blurry, it doesn't matter if you treat him gently or roughtly, if you decide to treat his skin with smoothering kisses or leave marks, he will take it with the same pride he does everything else
But even when he will let you use him just the way you want he still expects to be treated like he should, you must not stop praising him and adress him correctly, Poseidon loves having your attention on him and only him, he prides himself even in being a good lover so he must always have your attention when you two are together, you can tease him or even pull his hair, you can treat him with gentleness and love or thrust on him like if you were trying to break him into two as long as you full focus is on him, as long as your lips serve only to praise and love him
He will allow you to call him a good boy, he let you go away with teasing him and making him feel like he was your property, he will let you bent him down and order him what to do as long as your eyes never leave his body and your mind is full of him, he is prideful enough to be possesive over your mind in this moments, after all there is no one else like him so there is no reason for you to be looking or thinking about someone else
He holds pride over his power and title, but he also holds a greater pride over the fact that he is the one and only one being able to be with you, to be filled and marked by you, to be your pretty boy while also be the only one in your mind, to know that no matter who dares to stand in front of you, your eyes will always find its way to his figure because that is how it should be
