Advantage: Either my character or yours will take advantage of the other while they're feeling vulnerable.
This could be AU and NSFW but that's a given
She had been trying for so long. Well, not really trying, but Aphrodite was smart, she knew how to play the hand she was given. She watched her from far away, integrated herself into Artemis' life. Twisted her words around until Artemis was confused as to whether she was a friend or foe. As she already knew, Aphrodite was smart.
It happened one grey day. She planted the thought in Apollo's head. "Get rid of Orion before Artemis breaks her vow." It was clever really, Aphrodite never had to get her hands dirty. She loved plans like that. And there she was, Artemis, a sobbing mess in her living room. There was no better time then now. She was vulnerable and searching for comfort. There was only one downside to this and that was that after this Artemis may want something more, with Dite. Something with feelings whereas Aphrodite only wanted her for the occasional, non-guilty fuck.
But still, she could keep up the charade for a little longer. Aphrodite could play the concerned friend if she got something out of it.
"It's all my fault," Artemis sobbed and blew her nose. Aphrodite made a face and handed her another tissue. "I was stupid, I let pride get the better of me and now he's dead!"
Aphrodite made a soothing noise and stroked her hair away from her face. "It's not your fault, Apollo shouldn't have pushed you like that." Artemis looked up at her and Aphrodite smiled. "It's not your fault." She repeated.
Artemis nodded and licked her lips. "Dite," she whispered, "will you do something for me?"
Aphrodite could feel the excitement building up in her stomach. "Of course, anything."
"Kiss me."
She pushed Artemis back against the couch and settled in between her legs. She could feel Art's breathing speed up, her fingers dug into her hips. Aphrodite manoeuvred Artemis out of her clothes, knowing that this would only be a quick one, she'd show Art the full extent of a night with her later. But she needed this, she needed to bring Art pleasure. She needed to watch her face as she pushed her through orgasm after orgasm.
Her nails flicked over Art's nipples, pinching them not as gently as she had originally intended. Not that Artemis minded, she drank in whatever Dite gave out. She moved her hips hungrily against Dite's clothed ones. Dite could feel the heat and moisture through the thin material of her dress. She continued kissing Art, her tongue stroking hers with authority.
She moved a hand down, her nails scraping against Art's smooth skin. Art's heart skipped a beat as Dite's hand got closer. She wasn't stupid, she knew what was going to happen, but she just let it go, let it all wash over her and clean away the feelings of Orion's death. She gasped when she felt Dite's long finger slide into her. Dite's thumb brushed against her clit with a skilful stroke and Art almost came then and there. Her muscles clenched and she moaned loudly.
Aphrodite smiled into Artemis' lips as she curled her finger and brushed it inside her. Her free hand continued to tease her nipple and her thumb continued to roll her clit around. She added another finger, feeling her tighten as she curled them again.
"Come for me, Artemis." She whispered against her lips. "Say that you're mine. Scream my name."
She sped up her fingers as her thumb pressed into her clit. Artemis' moans became louder and more insistent. She writhed underneath Aphrodite.
"I'm yours," she groaned. "Gods, Dite, I'm all yours. Please, Dite. Please!"
She smirked and sped up even more. She pressed her thumb down and rolled the small numb almost a little too harshly. Her fingers continued to brush against that spot that she knew everyone liked the most. And soon Artemis was a shaking mess underneath her. Aphrodite relished in her victory. So much for her brother's attempts at keeping her pure.
The evening started as any normal evening would. Ares was out doing who knows what, and Aphrodite sat in front of the fire, curled up with a book. It was a normal evening as far as anyone was concerned.
Which was when Artemis turned up, a frenzied look in her eyes.
It had been approximately a week since Aphrodite gave Artemis her... gift. She had almost given up a couple of times, it was a good distraction from the ongoing threat of war.
She looked up at Artemis, only to find her lips suddenly against Dite's. In a manner that was almost bruising, hungry.
"Art..." She started.
"No, I have to do this." She quieted her with another kiss. Aphrodite had to admit that it wasn't too bad. She had been practicing with someone at least.
Artemis pulled away, but her eyes remained locked on Dite's. The raw lust in them enough to make her shiver against the warmth of the fire. Her long fingers went to work unlacing her armour in a way that she wondered why Ares had never done this for her before. She sat watching, captured by Art's confident movements.
Bit by bit, her clothing fell off and on to the floor. Aphrodite found that she couldn't speak out of fear that she might ruin the perfect moment that was standing in front of her. Artemis was truly beautiful and it saddened Dite that this only happened because of her gift.
She licked her lips and stood up. Her thumb grazed over her cheekbone and she smiled. "Let's fix you up then." She said a little sadly.
There was something sweet in the way Artemis allowed herself to be taken. Her skin was soft underneath Dite's expert fingertips. There were a few scars here and there, battle wounds she imagined. But she'll deal with them later. As her hands smoothed along Artemis' thighs, pushing them apart slightly. Her nails dragged gently along her skin. They matched in a way, under the moonlight. Both were pale, beautiful goddesses.
Aphrodite kissed her, slowly and gently. Her lips melding against Artemis'. Her tongue coaxed Artemis' with lingering strokes, calming her in a way as her hands pushed down the straps of whatever damn ugly thing she was wearing. One day, Aphrodite would teach her how to dress properly. How to make battle armour work for her. How to make men kneel at her feet and surrender with just a glance.
There was a lot of power in beauty.
Her hands cupped her breasts. Not hard like Ares often did, but soft, warm, lovingly. She did love Artemis, of course she did. She wouldn't be doing this if she didn't. Her thumbs brushed over her nipples, feeling them starting to harden underneath her fingertips. Artemis' soft gasp was like music to Dite's ears. She wondered exactly how loud she could get her to scream. Her fingers teased her nipples until she could taste the gasping moans in Art's mouth.
Aprhodite smirked and moved a hand down. She fingertips gently grazed her hipbones, pining her to the ground for a second as her hips ground down onto hers. Oh, if Ares knew what he was missing right now... She took her mouth off and started kissing down Art's jaw and neck. Her long, skilled fingers rubbing through her panties. Feeling the heat, gauging her reaction verses whether or not Dite wanted to give in just yet or tease her further.
But she was feeling generous. She pulled down the top completely, baring her breasts to the cool night air. Smiling, Aphrodite took a nipple in her mouth as she took Art's panties off. Or rather, ripped them off her. She brushed her finger along her entrance as her mouth continued to tease her nipple. Her fingers located the little nub, and Dite knew that with enough pressure, Artemis will be a screaming mess in her arms. But not yet. She wanted to draw it out a bit. Her thumb gently grazed it as she slowly slid a finger into her.
Artemis' body arched underneath her and Aphrodite waited until she had stopped resisting and gave in. Once she had, her finger curled inside her as her thumb brushed against the nub again. Her mouth moved on to the other nipple as Artemis' hands pulled on her hair. This was a lot better than she had imagined it.
Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
Artemis hadn’t been paying close enough attention, her eyes set on her prey as she approached on silent bare feet. She only noticed the snare at the very last second, a cry of surprise leaving her lips in a yelp as her world suddenly turned upside down. All of her arrow fell from her quiver, her bow dropping to the ground as her hands grabbed the hem of her short tunic to keep them from going past her hips.
"Orion!" She screamed, furious as the beautiful twelve-pointed stag she had been tracking for hours ran away. Her hair, already tangled, was now a complete mess around her shoulders and her cheeks were red with anger and embarrassment. She knew he had to have been close.
"It’s about time," she hissed as he came through the trees, bow in hand. His eyes went wide at the sight of the goddess upside down and her eyes narrowed as he struggled not to laugh. Biting the inside of his cheek, he slowly walked around her, snickering to himself as she clutched her tunic in front and behind. "What on earth are you waiting for?" She wanted to scream, she was so angry, her ankle sore. "Let me down!"
Orion stopped in front of her, his face inches from hers, and this time he didn’t bother trying to hide his smirk. “Kiss me.”
"What?" She nearly screeched, one of her hands reaching down to pummel his stupid head, but he was clever, leaning back and pointedly moving his eyes up so that she was forced to hold her tunic again.
"If you kiss me, I’ll let you down," he told her, licking his own lips and grinning. She rolled her eyes, thinking him the dumbest demigod she had ever met.
"Fine," she huffed, pouting slightly. Orion’s smirk deepened and he stepped forward , his lips pressing softly against hers at first. Orion deepened the kiss and she sighed as he sucked on her bottom lip, his tongue brushing between them until they parted. His tongue played against hers for a while, Orion’s fingers curling in the hair at the nape of her neck to steady her. When he finally pulled away, her legs were clamped together, and her cheeks and chest were flushed.
"Okay," she muttered breathlessly, trying to regain some composure despite being trapped upside down in a snare meant for a rabbit. "Get me down."
Orion grinned and cut the line, his jaw dropping a bit as she fell to the ground. “Shit,” he nearly laughed as he rushed forward, kneeling down next to the goddess. “I’m sorry,” he grinned, helping her tug the rope from her swollen ankle. She slapped his shoulder and muttered about him being an idiot before wrapping her arms around his shoulder and letting him carry her back to her camp.
"You do realize this means a month’s worth of massages whenever I like," she frowned at him. He continued to smirk, chewing the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing again. "And if you tell anybody what happened, I will make you regret it Orion."
Orion simply chuckled and kept walking, his mind more focused on the kiss than on finding the goddess of the hunt trapped in one of his snares.
Highschool: Our characters attend a high school together
Everyone knew Aphrodite, it was hard not to. She had a way of making herself known to everyone else. And they might have been slightly scared of her. But what was love and adoration without a little bit of fear mixed into it? But back to the point, everyone knew her, which was why she was confused when the virgin in bootleg blue jeans and the ugliest sweater she had ever seen, walked into her and dropped all of her books on the ground. Aphrodite scoffed and rolled her eyes as the other girl tried to gather all of her books, muttering apologies.
"You should look where you're going." She said harshly, not bothering to attempt to help her. She could do it herself. If she was new, which is what Dite was guessing, then she would learn quicker this way.
"I-I'm sorry." She said standing up. Aphrodite looked at her. She wasn't too bad looking, if she put an attempt into her appearance then maybe, maybe, Aphrodite would be a little nicer to her. Maybe.
She nodded and shrugged and pushed past her. Someone was whispering, rather loudly, in her ear that she was Artemis, Ares' half sister and Apollo's twin. Aphrodite didn't really care though. She looked back over her shoulder at the retreating girl who looked a little bewildered and pressed her lips together. Later she would find her and apologise. And help her get rid of those damn ugly clothes.
Asteria had spent a sleepless night tossing and turning in the torment of her dreams. But now that morning had dawned her mind seemed no clearer. Perses was nowhere to be found. She had grown accustomed to his disappearances but she wished he were around now.
"I haven't seen the twins in a while," she mumbled as she pulled herself together. She didn't want to look an absolute mess if she were to go out visiting. "I should pay them a visit." Her sister's children were very dear to her, as much as her own Hecate. She didn't get to see them often enough. Popping off she wondered who she should visit first. Probably Artemis. She was easier to catch hold of than Apollo sometimes.
"Artemis?" Asteria called out upon her arrival. "Are you free to spend some time with your old Aunt?"
