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summary: Enji knows you as his son's best friend, and as the religious innocent-looking little girl, but tonight, he finds out you do so much more than just "pray" when you're on your knees.
w/c: 2.4k
warnings: oral (m!receiving), size kink, age gap, corruption kink
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Pranks on Shoto had always made you chuckle at the leastāwatching his usually stoic expression switch to either shock, annoyance, anger or sometimes even happiness always brushed you in a satisfying manner.
You were brought home by your best friend after a long night of drinking and celebrating with your classmates, teachers and friends. Finallyāyou've graduated college and now are a few days away from receiving the title 'Pro Hero' from no other than your best friend's father, Enji Todoroki or to many people who know him, Endeavor.
Enji has always been present in your life. On your first year of highschool, befriending Shoto has been a tiring goal, but you prevailed. As your friendship grew stronger, you two grew closerāmeeting each other's families, spending time with each other, getting the usual 'are the two of you dating?' questions and having to laugh it off like it was the funniest joke you've heard in your life.
Shoto's an amazing guy, he's a gentleman, he minds his own business, he's strong, smart, he also comes from a rich family. If he asked you out, you'd be an idiot to say no.
However, the two of you had always reminded each other of your promise. Do not fall for each other, if you sense feelings coming your way, tell the other immediately and we will do our best to get rid of them.
The both of you only ever sought out a friendship from each other and you've shared too many embarrassing and dark secrets to each other to ruin the relationship.
On your usual sleepovers with Shoto, when you went to the kitchen late at night for a glass of water to calm your parched throat, you'd either walk past Enji or the door to his office that always remained ajar.
Whenever you two caught each other in the halls however, there was always an awkward but at the same time relaxing vibe in the air. The two of you knew each other to not be wary of the other but also knew too little to be exchanging questions like how was your day? or nice tie.
Exactly. The two of you barely know each other so why are you hiding from Shoto in his father's office? As mentioned before, pranks on Shoto had always tickled you but now, after placing mayo in his oreos and glue in his toothpaste tube, you knew you had to hide from him.
At least for a few minutes.
You were supposed to hide under the kitchen counter, where they had cabinets to store cleaning supplies in, but the door to Enji's office was completely open today and there was no sign of him.
You looked around the hall, making sure there wasn't anyone catching you in the act of trespassing before dashing inside the clean office.
It was pretty average-sized, small compared to his office back in the agency, but the office table was just as big, so you made a run for it. You hunched over, pulling at your short black body-con dress to keep it from hiking up your ass.
Yes, the second you were left in your best friend's room after he offered to let you stay in his place for the night was to sabotage his snacks and toothpaste. You're an amazing friend, aren't you?
You push yourself further underneath the office table, hugging your legs to your chest as you pressed your lips together, trying to swallow any excited giggles that were threatening to fall from them.
You hear the door open before footsteps begin making their way towards the table. Another rushed tapping from the hall is heard before it stops immediately. "Have you seen Y/n?" You hear Shoto ask.
Hold onāwas that his father's footsteps your heard just now?
"No, why?" Enji's deep voice resonates throughout the room, causing a shiver to run up your spine. He always sounded so rough and deep and you always heard him as such a boss especially during your internship.
"She thought she could get away with ruining my oreos and toothpaste." Shoto seethes, making you clasp your hands onto your mouth to prevent any of your childish giggles from slipping.
"Y/n's a good girl, Shoto. Don't lose her." You hear Enji's voice round the table and before you know it, he's sitting on his office chair, still with his suit on. Your eyes widen as he pushes himself forward, forcing you to place your hands on either side of the inside of his desk.
His knees are inches away from your shoulders and it's clear to you just how just how big he is under his tight slacks. His size is painfully clear with how it sticks out like a sore thumb on his thigh. Was it as big as your forearm?
The two exchaged a few words to which your brain muffled out. Your mouth watered and your throat parched at the sight of his cock just inches away from you.
You wondered; How would it feel in my hands? Inside me? Would Enji be mad? Shocked? Would he like it?
You thoughts were cut off when you see his thigh tense up and flinch and it's too late, you're already palming him through his pants. You hold your breath in, about to pull away but the mini devil version of you on your right shoulder convinces you to just get on with it. No turning back now.
You continue stroking his clothed member with your smaller fingers, palms heating up your boss' cock. "I'll um-" Enji clears his throat, "I guess I'll tell you if I see her." You hear him swallow nervously. You don't hear Shoto respond, only his footsteps slowly walking away and the door closing right after.
Enji immediately pushes himself away from his desk, brows furrowed as he looks at you with a piercing gaze. He doesn't look mad, more like completely caught off guard. "What the hell are you doing here, L/n? Shoto is-"
"Shoto won't be seeing me for the rest of the night." You slowly crawl towards him, making sure your back is arched as you looked up at him with lustful half-lidded eyes. You smile seductively, rising onto your knees as you run your hands up and down his thighs.
"Don't you think your pants are a bit too tight, Endeavor?" You lean your face in between his thighs, eyes still on him as you press your lips against the zipper of his pants. You watch in amusement as he sucks in a breath, hands clenching on the sides of his office chair.
"Bad little girl." He mutters under his breath, hand slowly making its way onto your hair to comb his fingers through your locks. "I'm your boss."
"And I may be looking for a promotion." You wink jokingly at him, though it may be half-meant. A promotion right after you're hired isn't bad.
"Shoto says you complain about your knees hurting for praying too long. Something tells me praying isn't the only thing you're good at when you're on your knees." You smile at his words, fingers undoing his button and zipper. Your fingers hook onto his pants as well as underwear and he lifts his hips up, helping you pull his pants down. His member springs free and a giddy feeling bubbles up inside youā you haven't been this excited since you were accepted in UA.
You lap your tongue in between you lips, wetting them before taking Enji's cock in your hands. The pro hero sucks in a breath all the while rocking his head back, letting you pump his cock with both your hands. Your palms barely wrap around the width of his cock as you continue riling him up, smearing some of the pre cum all over the head of his cock before you start leaning your head towards it.
Before you could, Enji presses his thumb on your lower lip, dragging it down to see your teeth. At the sight of your pink tongue, he pushes his thumb into your mouth, pressing on your soft muscle. You suck on his thumb, swirling your tongue around the finger before opening your mouth again to show his wet finger.
He raises a brow, taking his thumb out of your mouth, watching you with a heavy gaze as you take your tongue out to lick the head of his cock teasingly. You give it kitten licks before slowly dragging your tongue down the underside of his length.
As you bring your tongue up from the base, you allow your lips to encase the tip. You slowly push your head down, already feeling your tears collect in the corners of your eyes at how full your mouth is.
"No teeth." Enji hisses, his thick fingers massaging your nape, encouraging you to take more of him. You open your mouth as wide as you can to avoid your teeth from grazing him, but to no avail. The second he feels your canines brush against him, he tightens his grip on your hair, pulling you off of him.
"If you were going to tease me about sucking my cock," Enji roughly pulls you up, pushing you onto his desk where you are now bent over. "You could have at least given me a good performance."
He runs his hands up your thighs, thumbs tickling your inner thighs before he's pushing your dress up, showing off your ass. "We won't need this." He pulls your panties down your legs, crumpling them up as he presses it onto his nose, taking a deep breath to smell them before opening one of his drawers and tossing them inside.
"Show me that pretty pussy of yours." With his thumbs, he pulls either side of your sex apart, showing off the pink skin inside. Enji lets out a shaky breath and before you know it, his lips are pressed against your cunt and his tongue is pushing into you.
A smile breaks into your face as you sink your teeth onto your lower lip, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of Enji's tongue swirling around inside you. He lifts your legs up, allowing you to prop your knees on his desk to give him more space to work with.
The pro hero licks your throbbing pussy a few times, hpt breath and wet tongue slowly teasing you into an orgasm. He sucks on your pussy, even going as far as biting the sides before going back to fucking you with his tongue.
At the feeling of his finger entering your sex, an orgasm wahses over you, causing a soft whimper to leave your lips. Enji pays this no mind, adding another finger, stretching you open as best as he can as you roll your hips, desperate for more.
"Mmmm-fuck, more, please." You whine, looking back at him with pleading eyes. He looks at you with a raised brow, glaring at you. "More? More what? What do you want exactly?" He asks, deep voice causing a surge of pleasure to run down your spine.
"You, Endeavor!" You moan, feeling a third finger enter your cunt. Your thighs tense at the stinging pain of the stretch, but you feel something warming in your lower belly at how he thrusts his fingers inside you, preparing you for the real deal.
"Should have known you were such a cockslut." Enji spits, pulling fingers out before flipping you over. He pulls the top part of your dress down, allowing your breasts to spill out. He takes one in his hand, fondling and playing with it, careful not to hurt you as he takes the other in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around your nipple, sucking on it when it grows hard.
He sucks splotches of red all over your chest, growing weirdly excited at the thought of those reds turning purple tomorrow.
"No more," You breathe out, "Need you in me, Sir Endeavor." You cringe at how desperate and whiny you sound but brush it off the second his gaze turns a shade darker. "Call me that again." His voice is an octave lower, causing the hair all over your body to stand.
"Sir... Endeavor..."
In a second, he's pushing himself inside you. You part your lips, moan about to rip from your throat but Enji presses a firm hand onto your opened mouth. "We can't let my son know I'm fucking you so good now, can we?"
His thrusts are slow and languid at first, easing you up, allowing you to get used to his size. When he feels you rolling your hips, he's chnging his pace, snapping his hips as you unravel underneath him.
The way your breasts bounce at every thrust, the soft moans the slip from your lips, and your fingernails digging onto the skin of his biceps. These all push him to go even faster, more relentless and to abuse your slutty cunt the way he wants.
You brain grows foggy as he pounds into you. The thought of your cunt not being the same after this haunts youāwill you be able to find pleasure with other men or is the thought of none of them being able to size up to Endeavor going to ruin your sex life?
Enji's grunts and deep moans fill your head as you feel a second orgasm tickle you. The pro's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him as he sits back down on his leather chair.
"Ride me. Come on, baby." He mutters under his breath and you begin rocking your hips quite shakily. Your thighs lift you up and down, the chair squeaking every time you lower yourself.
Endeavor's hands find their way to your hips, fingertips digging onto your soft skin as he chuckles. Your raise a questioning brow, looking at him to see his gaze pulled downwards. "I'm touching your bellybutton," He places a thumb on your navel, "from the inside."
Your eyes widen at the sight of the bulge on your tummy, sure enough the work of his cock. Enji looks up at you, all smug and proud. "I'll ruin you for everyone else." He whispers before pulling your hips downwards, allowing your cunt to swallow every singe inch of him.
"Please do." You whisper back.
A moan quickly slips from your lips before Endeavor presses a searing kiss onto your lips, shutting you up. His tongue dances with yours as he sucks onto your lower lip, tasting you.
Your arms find themselves wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer as you feel yourself tip over, orgasm washing over you. Your hips shake and your breathing grows ragged, forehead pressed against Enji's and clit throbbing from the stimulation.
Enji takes your chin by his thumb and index finger, making you look up at him. "We're not finished." He mutters.
Hermes: "Father, far be it from me to suggest the responsible course of action, but perhaps you should discontinue these trysts with Ares's wife? It can, quite literally, only end in disaster."
Zeus: "...yes. Yes, you are right."
Zeus: *entering Reader's bedchambers* "We need to talk--"
Reader: *lounging naked on the bed* "I'm furious with Ares and want to ride you to the Underworld and back over it."
Zeus: *immediately shedding his clothes* "We can talk later--"
I was wondering if you could do the Olympian Gods with a reader whose asexual? Like, what would their reactions be, would they mind, stuff like that d:
Asexual Reader, Olympian Edition
(Doing these asks out of order but shhhhhhh. Also strong warning for acephobia because Zeus in an ass)
Very chill about it. She's the goddess of love and that includes ALL kinds of love. Self-love is one of her favorites. The fact that you know and accept who you are and that you're willing to let her in on it? Well, Aphrodite might just adore you even more than she already did.
"Youāre...? Well of course I don't mind, dearest! In fact, I think that's positively wonderful!"
Regardless of whether or not you're interested, Aphrodite still can't refrain from making comments about your physical appearance. She'll try and curtail some of them if you find them uncomfortable, but she loves lavishing praise upon you and talking you up to her friends.
Partially jealous to be perfectly honest. She can't help but wonder if you have a more pure understanding of beauty because you're not looking at it though the rose-tinted lens of horny. Aphrodite is deeply fascinated by asexuality and even if she doesn't quite understand it, she tries her best.
āļøAresāļø
Doesn't mind. Honestly, it doesn't even really impact him that much. Just neatly writes sex out of the equation and carries on.
"You seem nervous, my dear. You... oh? Is that all? No need to distress yourself so much over such things. I love you as you are and knowing this will not change that."
May ask you a few questions at the beginning but mostly leaves the subject alone after that.
If anyone's giving you shit, all it takes is a dirty look from Ares to shut them up. What can I say the man has a way with not using his words.
š¹Artemisš¹
You too?? Artemis tries to play it off cool but she's low-key thrilled actually. Internally screaming because thank the Fates, she can get as close to you as she wants and she doesn't have to worry about things getting Weirdā¢ļø
"Youāre ace? That's... cool. Sorry, that came off as really insincere. It's just... me too, you know? I got a little surprised is all. And um, we've been hanging out for a while and I just wanted to say, you know, now that we're talking about this and I know you're not gonna take this the wrong way, I think you're really neat. I love hanging out with you. ...Don't go spreading that around though, okay?"
Artemis is sex-repulsed. If you are too, she drags you to family events so she can make faces at you whenever her family starts talking about their sexual conquests. If you're not, she's deeply fascinated and will probably ask you WHY on earth you would want to do that.
Despite the fact that Artemis doesn't want to have sex, I feel like she'd still enjoy certain kinks. Primal play, petplay, and leather are things I feel she'd enjoy partaking in. (Source: I am ace and very kinky lmao)
š¦Athenaš¦
What a good match, Athena is asexual too! She probably blanks your confession to be honest because she sometimes forgets that people actually have sex frequently and on purpose.
"Asexual? Yes, alright. And how fared your journey up to Olympus by the way? I hope Hermes treated you well."
Sex-neutral. Will occasionally give sex a go if her partner happens to bring it up but will mostly just forget it's existence as a thing entirely.
Athena is actually quite haughty about her asexuality. She is definitely looking down on anyone who is swayed from the path of wisdom by someone else's sex appeal. Loves that you can understand her point of view on the subject.
āļøDemeterāļø
As Demeter has aged her sex drive has shrunk to like nil so really nothing about your relationship is much different.
"Asexual...? Ah, like young Artemis, yes? Fascinating. I've never been able to pin her down long enough to converse upon the subject. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
Demeter tends to be a touch more overprotective than she needs to be. If anyone even so much as gives a hint of giving you shit for it, Demeter is sending them an absolute withering glare that has the potential to kill even the most vibrant flower. She follows it up with some bitterly cold words if necessary but it rarely comes to that.
She's honestly quite relieved about it really. She was never really that horny of a person and is happy to find someone who can relate to that. I personally think Demeter is some kind of acespec but that might also be my asexual ass projecting my aceness onto every character I get my grubby little hands on lol
šDionysusš
Chill about it. He's chill about literally everything, what do you expect? Dionysus is commonly associated with trans people and I like to believe that queer people in general just flock to him because he's just so open and accepting.
"Ace, yeah? Congrats, man, thanks for telling me. Just let me know if I ever step on any toes, 'kay?"
Not gonna lie, he secretly corners Artemis and Athena to bother them on the subject just in case he's got it wrong. He didnāt as it turns out, but he's glad he checked in anyway because it was an enlightening conversation. With Athena anyway. Artemis runs off at the first available opportunity.
Happy to go whatever speed you want, if you want to go any speed at all. He may still get a little handsy sometimes but he doesn't mean anything by it, he just really likes holding you like a teddy bear. Honestly, I think he'd get a real kick out of somebody aegosexual and think it was such a super fun party trick that you can say such horny things and not be interested at all. Probably mildly pesters you to engage with smutty things because he finds your unamused expressions absolutely fascinating.
šŖ½HermesšŖ½
Bursts out laughing when you tell him. It's not for the reason you think and he does feel really bad about it when he sees your face.
"Haha, of all the...! Hahaā oh, hey, hey, I'm sorry, it's not that. I totally don't mind you being ace or anything, far from it, it's just that I seem to have an accidental habit for attracting your type and I seem to be collecting you."
Besides you, the person Hermes spends the most time with is Charon... who is also asexual. Hermes, the uberhorny hypersexual fuckbunny who would literally die for a quickie every five minutes find this hilarious. Opposites attract I guess? Hermes has a good giggle about it everytime he thinks about it.
Doesn't mind if you don't want to have sex. If you do, great! But if you don't, it's not a big deal.
š±Poseidonš±
Poseidon is... confused. It'll work out better if you're sex-repulsed and straight up don't want to have sex ever, otherwise poor Poseidon will absolutely struggle. He doesn't understand the difference between sexual attraction and aesthetic attraction and is just genuinely so out of his depth. You like the way he looks... but you don't want to have sex with him??
"What's that? Asexual? I, uh... okay, just between the two of us, you're gonna have to explain that one to me, babe."
He talks to Dionysus. Even after that he still doesn't get it. Poseidon tries his best to be supportive but has like no idea how. Probably shooes away people who try to even mention sex in your vicinity. It's gonna take awhile before he understands how this works. Confused but he's got the spirit kinda?
May initially try to convince you that you just haven't had good sex yet. Sit him down, explain this all to him, and he'll probably get it. Okay, let's be honest, he still doesn't get it but he respects your choice and generally leaves the subject alone. His libido is quite high though so he will frequently sleep around just to scratch that itch.
ā”ļøZeusā”ļø
We were doing good until we got to you, huh Zeus? Zeus just quite firmly doesn't believe in asexuality. He definitely thinks you're just confused or that you haven't had sex right yet or that you'll change your mind at some point.
"Asexual? Oh dear, have you been talking to that daughter of mine, Artemis? She's always on about something or other, if she chooses to talk to us at all."
Zeus won't force you to have sex but he will make subtle (he thinks he's being subtle anyway) comments about how you're a tease or a prude. If you're interested in having sex, Zeus doesn't understand the definition and just thinks you don't find him attractive. His feelings are now hurt. He will be throwing a violent totally-not-a-tantrum now.
Will eventually, probably shut up about it. Look, he's never gonna understand it so shutting up about it is the best you're gonna get from him. This idiot thinks with his penis, okay? Athena stole all the intelligence from him at birth. Just doesn't get it, very confused, cannot even comprehend the idea of not wanting to bang everything in sight.
OMG YOU DO EPIC??? I would love some Yandere Zeus x male reader, i always imagine reader being offered to Zeus (by Odysseus) to continue travel. Or the reader offering up himself for Odysseus and Zeus accepting because the reader has a "cute face"
If you don't do that i would just be happy for a Zeus x male reader fic. PLS i am so happy you write for epic, there's just hardly any content out there:(
TRIGGER WARNING: ZEUS BEING A YANDERE CREEP, DRUGGING, KIDNAPPING, AND MENTIONS OF READER BEING HEAVILY PHYSICALLY PUNISHED!
You're from the kingdom of Ithaca, one of the 600 men Odysseus brought to Troy with him. Your family was known throughout Greece for being the best hunters and huntresses, second only to Artemis, but you were different. You were know for ending your prey with a merciful shot to either the head or heart, and you brought this same mercy to the Trojan War.
Despite what people might expect from a hunter, you hated killing trojan soldiers. You could justify hunting animals for survival but you couldn't justify taking the lives of men who had most likely had families waiting for them. So, every night you prayed that the men you killed had a peaceful time in the Underworld and your behavior didn't go unnoticed by the Greeks or a certain supposedly impartial god.
Zeus, who was just watching the war go on and supposedly trying to keep the other gods from interfering too much, noticed the oddly compassionate young man among the Greek forces, so being bored and curious Zeus shapeshifted into an eagle and flew down to get a closer look.
"May you see the Elysium Fields." you whispered as you removed an arrow from the heart of a Trojan soldier.
Zeus watched as you repeated the phrase to each soldier you removed arrows from, but this didn't satisfy him. So, when you returned to camp he followed behind in a less conspicuous form. As you joined your comrades around the fire you removed his helmet and his heart fluttered. You were so handsome and soft looking. The battlefield was no place for someone like you, especially since you looked so miserable here.
Zeus could've taken you then and there, after all he is the king of the gods! But, he was too busy with keeping Ares from saying "screw it" and giving the Trojans a boost so powerful they'd lay waste to the Greek forces or Athena doing the same to the Greeks. We watched you go into your tent to sleep and creep inside in the form of wind before turning into a more mortal form. As you slept he gently cupped your face, his thumbs rubbing against your soft cheeks.
"Such a pretty boy, too bad you're stuck in a war. You'd much rather be running through forests, wouldn't you?" Zeus mused.
You groaned and turned over in your sleep and Zeus smirked, taking that as a yes. Wondering what a sweet thing like you could be dreaming about. Before the sun rose Zeus returned to the heavens, keeping a closer eye on you. Every time he saw you try to hold back your tears he just wanted to fly down and wipe them away, but he couldn't, at least not yet. Though, it was hard to keep his composure.
At one point a small group of Trojans had cornered you, pulling off your armor and helmet while debating if they should sell you or do something else... Zeus was enraged, you belonged to him and no one else! Before he could smite them, Odysseus stepped in to defend you. Zeus was thankful you were defended, but he didn't like the though of anyone being your savior except him.
***
Ten years had passed and the war was over. Troy had fallen, the Greeks were victorious, and you were all exhausted. The air filled with merriment, laughter, relief, and celebration. Zeus watched the victory fires below in the Greek camp with the other neutral gods and the ones who aidded the Greeks, all while the gods who added the Trojans were upset that their side had lost. Zeus frowned, despite the atmosphere being joyus he felt anger as he watched other men give you pats on the shoulder and back. You seemed to think it was innocent but he knew how men like them thought, they'd start with small touches and banter, then get you alone, an the next thing you know you're in love.
He knew Hera would be pissed at you for catching his eye, but he frankly didn't care. He wanted you and as king he deserved everything he wanted. So, he kept watching you from the heavens, trying to think of a way to get you that wouldn't cause another problem for him to deal with. As he watched, he saw Odysseus. The man looked restless and tired, moat likely still conflicted about what he had done.
"I wonder what else he'd do if it was the will of the gods?" He asked himself, smirking from his cloud.
He waited until Odysseus was near the ships, and turned into his eagle form to fly down. He perched on a rock, watching and waiting.
Odysseus stared out at the ships, an odd feeling in his stomach. As he looked at the ships ghostly figures of his men were screaming, scrambling, and being slaughtered by the ghostly forms of Trojan soldiers. He raced towards the mayhem, but nothing was there except the ships and himself. He looked around, and saw the eagle from earlier.
"Was... Was thata another vision?" Odysseus asked.
"Indeed, the greeks may have won, but the Trojans will come back. And, without wind...", Zeus starts.
"We die," Odysseus mutters in fear.
"Exactly! You know what you must do, Odysseus," Zeus says.
Odysseus' eyes widen. He knew what it cost to get him and the others to Troy. Iphigenia... a young woman taken to soon, all for this war. Odysseus thought at the infant, his hands twitching involuntary. The blood on his hands will never dry, he knows this but he doesn't want to add to it. But, he knows that if none of them leave, they all die and the Trojans win. His breathing and heartrate pick up as the thoughts race through his mind. One life, or the lives of all the Greeks. He turns back to the eagle, one thing on his mind.
"Who?" Is all he asks, quite and sad.
"Reader." is all the eagle says before flying off.
Odysseus returned to camp, seeing you happily drink and feast with your comrades. He sits down next to Eurylochus, looking into the bonfire. He'd do it tomorrow, yeah, he'll let you enjoy the victory tonight.
***
The Greeks were packed and ready to sail home. But Odysseus wasn't as excited as he should be. He held the rope tightly in his grip, knowing he had to do this for the safety of the others. He had called you over and sat across from you on a rock, looking more somber but you didn't ask why.
"Captain, what do you need me for," you asked.
Odysseus says nothing as he ties you to the rock. You cry and struggle but he doesn't stop. Once he's finished the last knot, he fed you drink that made your head swim. You could hear him ask you to forgive him as he walked back to the fleet. Once you were fully unconscious, the greeks sailed away from what remained of Troy and you were left all alone. Zeus was thankful Odysseus made his job easier by knocking you out. He knew Odysseus would follow anything the gods said like an obedient lap dog.
He quickly went to the spot where you were tied up, lest Poseidon get there first, in the form of an eagle. Using his talons he cut the ropes before grabbing onto your shoulders and flying you up to the heavens. Once there he set you down on a luxurious bed, changed into his true form, and laid next to you.
He called Ganymede over, asking him to bring a cup of nectar and some ambrosia. He nods and leaves the room. Zeus turns his attention back to you, petting your beautiful hair and feeling your soft skin. You were perfect, so, so perfect. He could see it now, as an immortal you could be his forever! He imagines it now, you sitting on his lap while he sat on his throne, dressing in the clothing he picked, sharing a bed with him and Ganymede, and so many more things.
For now, he'll settle with watching you sleep. He can't keep his hands off you, petting your side, squishing your cheeks, and touching you all over. When Ganymede returned with the requested items Zeus has them placed next to the bed as you were still asleep. He had Ganymede sit on the bed with him, watching you sleep.
Once you awoke you started to panic. Zeus is caught off guard briefly before composing himself and trying to calm you down. This didn't really work but he kept trying. Once you stopped thrashing and screaming, Zeus held the cup of nectar to your lips.
"Come now, my dear, this will make you feel betrer," he cooed.
When you didn't comply he squeezed your jaw with his large thumb and forefinger while ordering you to drink. When you still wouldn't comply he had Ganymede hold your nose so you had no choice but to open your mouth. Once the nectar disappeared down your throat Zeus held up some ambrosia, which you ate without complaint.
"Good boy," Zeus said.
***
That was centuries ago but you're still under his metaphorical thumb. You were now his personal hunter, but your hunts could never last longer than 3 hours and if they did he'd send someone to drag you back. When you weren't out hunting you were by his side. He never left you alone, always touching you in some way, shape, or form. The only one he just barely trusted to watch over you in his absence was Ganymede, but it was never for too long.
You often think about your family, what Odysseus told them, and what happened to them in the centuries that have passed. But, with Zeus as your lover, you'll never know as he's forbidden you from ever setting foot on the mortal realm. You still have lightning scars from the last time you disobeyed him, you remember the smell of burning flesh and skin, and the sting as Ganymede put salv on the burns.
Ganymede... he makes this less unbearable, but you can't get too close or Zeus.... Zeus might do something to him and you couldn't sleep at night if that happened. So, you do as he says, enjoying the "perks" of being one of Zeus' lovers.
Hey! I liked your Epic x reader! The one where Zeus kiddnaped Y/N and Athena fought for them and Odysseus!
Can I request a Epic!Hera x Reader
Even tho the gods couldnāt do anything to help, I can still feel like Hera had a liking to reader, they werenāt like the other āscampsā that Zeus seduced.
I feel like Hera would comfort Reader and became their friend during the Seven years they were held captive.
Platonic or Romantic- your pick :D
AAAAAAAAAAAA HI HI HI HI IM SO SORRY WITH THE LATENESS BUT I LOVED THIS also im sorry for how short this was :sobs: it was meant to be like an interlude/minor pt 2 ANYWAYS THANK YOU SM I LOVE YOU THIS IS A GREAT ASK
Part 1
Masterlist
Stolen Soldier PT2
Hera [p] x Reader
EPIC: The Musical ~ Oneshot ~ Comfort/Angst
Words: 503
Published: 12/10/2024
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In the corner of a dark, unlit room, whimpering sobs were being produced. A young mortal cowered in fear, shaking uncontrollably while trying to bite back their anguish.Ā
The door slowly opened to the dark room, providing a haunting light to cascade over the entire area. Y/n choked out a terrified cry, coiling herself further into the corner to try and remain as small as possible.
Instead of the king god she expected, Hera walked in slowly, gently shutting the door behind herself. The queen held her hands up as if to show she had no weapon and walked towards Y/n as if the mortal was a wild animal. She may as well have been a rabid creature with how little of humanity she had left.
āI wonāt hurt you, my darling." The queen comforted softly, crouching down in front of Y/n.
Y/n bit back another sob, watching the goddessā hands and movement like life or death. She wanted to push Hera away to fight back, to try and keep any safety she could find. Y/n knew the stories of Hera, yet that wasnāt the only thing making her keep distance. How could Y/n ever trust a pair of hands again, divine hands at that?
āMy husband is still with the other gods in his meeting; he wonāt be back for a while. I know itās not your fault for being here," the goddess of marriage explained soothingly. āI do not wish to hurt you.ā
āWhy-ā Her sentence was cut off as another cry escaped her throat. Tears fell like a broken fountain down her cheeks.
āWhy are you here?ā The mortal managed to question, her voice hiccuping.Ā
āI am the goddess of women; of course I know the pains you bear."
Something in the goddessā tone made Y/n feel a little better, comforting her. Hera opened her arms, offering an embrace of heavenly love. Y/n hesitated, unsure whether she could trust the touch of another. But the queenās gaze was so calm and loving, it was impossible not to be drawn in.
Warily, the young woman crawled over, at once being encircled by holy hands. The true love and safety overwhelmed Y/n. It had been so long since the hands who touched her werenāt filled with uncaring lust.Ā
Hera rubbed gentle circles on the womanās back, ignoring her newly wet shoulder. Y/n tried not to cry loudly, but it was getting increasingly difficult. The two ladies sat on the marble flooring of a cluttered room.Ā
The tune of an ancient hymn explored the room quietly, as if searching for someone to hold warmly. Cascading upon the mortalās ears, the beautiful rhythm began to enclose her mind, providing the exhaustion she oh-so craved.Ā
Gradually, Y/n shut her eyes and sighed softly, her sobs quieting to soft sniffles. Bit by bit, her tired mind began to falter, providing the lulling space she desired so much.Ā
āSleep well, my little bird. Youāre safe here.ā
blinks
i think i went through 37 different emotions while writing this, most of them were bad. Ok so, I'm not sure how good this is but please don't kill meš
TW: Zeus gives reader Ganymede treatment
Part 2
Masterlist
Stolen Soldier
Various (kind of) x Reader
EPIC: The Musical ~ Oneshot ~ Angst
Words: 1.6K
Published: 11-4-2024
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Thunder roared, winds whipped, and waves rocked the lone ship back and forth. Standing on the bow of the ship was a figure of divine power and presence, waiting with a wicked grin.
āChoose,ā the king of the gods demanded harshly.
āChoose?ā Odysseus muttered, looking at Zeus in fear.
āSomeoneās got to die today, and you have got the final say. You,ā he pointed to Odysseus before gesturing to the rest of the crew, āor your crew.ā
The captain looked to his crew, locking eyes with Y/nāhis best friend, his rock, his shelter. He took a shaky breath, looking back to Zeus in desperation.
āPlease donāt make me do this; donāt make me do this,ā Odysseus begged. His mind seemed to be playing tricks on him. Looking back at his crew, he saw a range of emotions: anger, hurt, terror, grief, and more. Taking a daring glance at his closest friend, the soldier felt his heart shatter. Holding back tears, Y/n gave him a hesitant nod to show it was ok.
Then, a new voice tore his gaze away from his crew. Looking out over the sea and to the clouds, a figure of familiarity seemed to take place within the clouds. Illusion or not, that was his wife.
Penelope.
Odysseus took staggering steps across the shaking boat and to the edge. Both of his hands latched to the wooden railing, his eyes never moving from the clouded position of his partner. Memories flooded his judgment, from his crew and Y/n, to his family waiting for him.
āCaptain?ā A voice of uncertainty spoke up. Eurylochus. The said captain couldnāt even dare face his right-hand man as the sky darkened and Penelope faded back to the clouds.
āI have to see her," Odysseus whispered, tears brimming in his eyes as he finally looked back at his crew. The general saw all of the hurt and betrayal in his menās expressions. The fear hurt the most to see.
āBut weāll die,ā Eurylochus pleaded. Odysseus knew he would regret this option until his final breath. Once he got home, how would he tell Ctimene he was the cause of her husband's death?
āI know,ā Odysseusā voice broke, a few stray droplets not belonging to the storm washed down his cheeks.Ā
At the end of those words, the thunder roared, and Zeus grinned evilly. Zeus rose above the clouds, lightning moving to gather in his raised hand.
āThunder, bring her through the wringer.ā
The crew drew their weapons in defense, charging towards Odysseus with murderous intent. Y/n stood away from the fight, not daring to lift any sort of weapon against her best friend.
āShow her I'm the judgment call. The one who makes her kingdom fall. Lightning, wield her, use and yield her.āĀ
As the crew closed in on their captain, the air started to become tense and electrified. Y/n took a step back from the chaos, looking up to see a phenomenon of heavenly power.
āShow her what she canāt conceal; her true nature will be revealed.ā
A bright light enclosed the surrounding sky, ripping down to the center of the ship. In an instant, a deafening crack sounded, and all light faded to black. Y/n felt like her soul was being ripped apart as she opened her mouth to scream her pain, but no noise came out. Then she felt a drop, only to be brought into a suffocating embrace of cold. Finally, her mind cut out.
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Y/n felt different. She didnāt sense the shivering water anymore, but instead a subtle warmth. It took a few minutes, but eventually she managed to peek open her eyes. Y/n wasnāt on a ship in the middle of the sea with the night sky above anymore, but instead there was a grand painting on the ceiling of white marble overhead. Looking around slowly, the young woman saw an unfamiliar scene.
A lavish bedroom surrounded her, furnishings a king could only dream of sitting like average decor in each nook and cranny. Moving her hands, Y/n felt the silk sheets of a glorious bed below her. Ivory blankets fell from her body as she slowly rose up from her position. Placing her feet on the cold marble flooring, the mortal stepped through the room. It wasnāt long before she found herself in front of a floor-length mirror.Ā
White and gold fabric draped down on her bodyāa dress fit for a goddess of divine origin. Confusion clouded her eyes as she scanned her new attire. That puzzlement was quickly replaced with fear as two wooden doors opened, revealing an even more confusing sight.
A tall man wearing a white toga entered the room without a care of knocking. Striding to where Y/n stood, she instinctively took steps back from him.
āMy dear, why do you back away?ā The smile on his face was unnerving, especially with the nickname. Y/n recognized that voice immediately, terror coursing through her veins as her lips parted to let out a gasp.
āZeus.ā
The god in question continued to walk towards her with that two-faced smile until he backed the mortal into a wall.
āMmm, youāre as smart as you are beautiful,ā he took her hand, placing a kiss on her knuckles. Y/n shuddered in disgust and fear; her heart raced faster than a chariot racer's steeds. She wanted to push him away, but her body felt locked in place. Y/n tried to speak, but her lips were closed tightly like a stone wall.
āHm, dear, I think I know a dress thatād fit your body much better. Let me help.ā
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Within only the second morning of the Heavenly Palace, Y/n had the overwhelming urge to jump off. But she wouldnāt be allowed such a pleasure with the god at her side. Zeus had taken it upon himself to guide the mortal on a tour through Olympus, which only influenced her thoughts.Ā
Y/n kept her eyes on Zeus every second. Not out of intrigue or anything of that sort, but of apprehension. Each movement of his that was near her direction, the mortal would tense up and pause everything. Soon enough, the king of Olypmus noticed and grinned with faux comfort.
āDear, you seem tense. Allow me to ease you.ā
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Day after day. Weeks after week. Zeus never let Y/n leave his side, threatening any god or goddess who even dared to give her a sympathetic glance. The woman was a shell of who she once was. Her eyes sunk and her soul depleted; she felt her life draining by the day. Not in mortality-wise, no Zeus would never let her perish. But in consideration of her spirit.
Each night she would cry until no more salt would leave, leaving only choking sobs. Each night she was infiltrated by the king of Olympus. Y/n would stare at herself in the mirror, vomit building in her throat as her eyes trailed down to every mark on her body. No spot was untouched. No matter how hard she tried, Y/n could never wash off the sin. The mortal would scrub her skin until she was raw and bleeding, but the phantom touches remained.
Each night she missed her home and friends more and more. Where was Odysseus now? Did he forget all about her when he returned to Ithaca? What about Penelope? Would she miss her best friend?Ā
Seven years. Seven years of misery, force, and agony. Seven years of physical and mental torture she endured to no fault.
But soon, like all stories, her savior arrived.
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Athena stood in front of her father, spear and shield in hand, while staring into the kingās eyes murderously.
āIāve played your game and won. Release them,ā the goddess of wisdom demanded, shifting her gaze to where Y/n stood anxiously beside Zeusā throne. The mortal had gone through so much, and Athena was determined to save her.Ā
Zeus glowered down at his daughter, rage covering his expression.
āYou dare to defy me? To make me feel shame?ā He growled, his fists clenching so tight that his knuckles turned a bright alabaster. āNo one beats me; no one wins my game!ā
The lightning god stood up threateningly, his hands glowing a static yellow.
āThunder, bring her through the wringer!ā
The air was caught in Y/nās throat at the familiar words, her eyes wide in horror. Zeus rose up, the electricity in his hands growing as the woman noticed the alarmed looks on the other godās expressions.
āShow her Iām the judgment call, the one who makes her kingdom FALL!ā
With a vociferous burst, he threw the lightning at his daughter, forcing her back onto the floor. Once the light faded, everyone looked to see the warrior lying face down, her body still as ice.
āIs she dead?ā the voice of her brother Ares asked hesitantly. Y/n thought back to every moment her and Odysseus had been with Athena. They were an unstoppable force together. Now though, Y/n only wanted to rush to the goddess side.Ā
Before anyone could do anything, Athena struggled to her feet, holding her aegis in defense while pointing the spear tip to her father.
Zeusā look of utter shock soon turned to rage at her defiance. In response, he sent a barrage of bolts towards his favorite child. Against this attack, the war patroness held her shield strong and pushed against the force, making her way to her father.
Finally, at the feet of the king, she grabbed his arm and fell to her knees.
āLet them go, please. Let them go.ā Her plea was finished as the goddess collapsed, her breath slowing to a stop.
Hi! I was wondering if I could ask for some headcanons of the āonly one bedā trope with the Olympians (or just whoever you feel comfortable with) please? I really love your writing!
There's Only One Bed: Olympian Edition
For the sake of this scenario, assume you are in the beginning/crush stage of the relationship. Just to add a little more tension.
You're traveling with your god/ess of choice when evening falls and you have to stop for the night. But uh oh! there's only one bed available! Whatever will you do?
Warnings: mentions/discussion of exorsexism in Artemis's part
Okay, so no shot Aphrodite didn't do this on purpose. Oh nooo, there's only one bed, whatever will we doooo~
Aphrodite is very okay with this situation. She titters and falls back on the bed, patting the covers beside her invitingly.
"You're not going to make me sleep all alone now, are you, dearest?"
If you absolutely insist, Aphrodite will let you take the floor (like hell is she sleeping on the floor, are you out of your mind), but she'd really much rather you come and cuddle with her. And... perhaps do something else...? š
Aphrodite is a snuggly sleeper and will spend most of the night wrapped around you like an octopus. Her hair keeps ending up in your mouth. She smells absolutely delightful though and you wake up more rested than you've felt in years
āļøAresāļø
"This is certainly... unforeseen. Well, nothing to be done for it, I suppose. I have slept in worse places. Come, perhaps I'll tell you about them as we prepare for bed..."
It barely even occurs to Ares to be awkward or reserved about it. Soldiers sleep in close quarters all the time. This is no different, really. And Ares is a gentleman. Even if he finds you attractive, he's perfectly capable of keeping his hands to himself.
If you're upset about it, Ares will be okay with taking the floor. He's not mad and nothing will change about his previous light demeanor, but he is internally deeply confused and a little hurt. Do you not like him or something :(
If you do sleep with Ares, he's perfectly pleasant and keeps everything above the belt unless you give him explicit signals. He smells like blood and steel and sweat, but it's not altogether unpleasant. If you snuggle up to him, Ares will hold you and be incredibly charmed <3
Just don't let him get started on those stories tho, or you'll be up all night
š¹Artemisš¹
Her reaction entirely depends upon gender. If you're a woman, she won't think twice about hopping into bed with you. She does it all the time with her hunting group, it's no big deal.
"You want left or right side? I'm cool with either."
She attends to her weaponry, oiling her bow and fletching arrows as needed, before she joins you. Artemis takes her cues from you, but assuming you have no problem with it, she presses up close to you and you fall asleep like a pair of nested animals.
If you're a man, she's a little more apprehensive.
"...You're not going to be weird about this or anything, right?"
It'll take Artemis a bit longer to warm up to men. She likes you, but she is still hesitant. Careful not to make any sudden moves! Embarrassingly (for her), her walls fall when she's asleep and she wakes up cuddled up to you anyway. She wakes up before you and you spend the next day wondering why Artemis seems so cranky (she's flustered lmaoo)
(This reaction is trans-inclusive btw. Artemis validates your gender so hard, she almost kicks herself onto the floor sksdsd) If you identify as non-binary/agender, Artemis's reaction will depend on your most common gender presentation and/or involve a lot of unconscious internal calculations about which side to assign you as. This isn't to be purposefully rude or transphobic, this is just an unconscious bias that she's not aware of yet! She will notice eventually and work on it, but probably not for a while without outside interference
š¦Athenaš¦
Athena takes it in stride, like she takes everything else. It's very hard to rattle her lol.
"Hmm. Well, we'll just have to make the best of it. Things could certainly be worse."
She won't hear anything about either one of you taking the floor. The bed is plenty big enough for you both. Like Ares, she has the mentality of "soldiers sleep together, there's nothing weird about this." However, unlike Ares, she rarely puts this into practice and it's only when she's lying down next to you does it occur to her what she's actually doing.
Athena is so so awkward to snuggle with. She'll never initiate it as she doesn't even consider it as something she could possibly want. If you do it she's like ??? what are you doing. Now, this isn't to say stop, but you are definitely going to have to deal with Athena being very very rigid until she works out how this is all supposed to work.
Anyway, if you do cuddle with her prepare to never stop. She won't admit it (even to herself lmao) but she liked that more than she thought she would. She definitely thinks you're mad at her if you stop cuddling. Why would you hurt her feelings like that :(
āļøDemeterāļø
"This is absolutely unacceptable. I'll see that something is done about this at once."
If there's an option, say you're staying at an inn, Demeter will immediately storm off and intimidate the innkeeper into submission. She will even turn the owner out of their own bed. You disrespect the gods so by trying to make her and her companion sleep on the floor?
If there is no alternative, well. Demeter certainly isn't sleeping on the ground. She's much too old for that. There's only one logical solution. However she fails to actually say this out loud. With words. And acts affronted if you start to set up on the ground. Is she so awful that you'd rather take the floor?
In bed, Demeter keeps strictly to her side of the bed. She won't think to increase her body temperature until you start shivering and then she'll gently chastise you for not telling her in the first place. It takes a while for Demeter to warm up to people, so assuming you've hit the crush stage, she's already softened enough that the idea of snuggling is charming. She's a little apprehensive at first but quickly relaxes and can't help but pull you even closer.
šDionysusš
Dionysus is completely cool with this. I mean, what did you expect, this is Dionysus we're talking about! He's taking this whole thing without even blinking and honestly, barely even considers a world where either one of you spend the night on the floor.
"Guess we're getting real close tonight, huh? Neat. It's been a while since I've had a good slumber party."
Insisting on sleeping separately will bring out the rare "pissed Dionysus." What do you mean you don't want to snuggle with him?? He thought you two were mates??? What the hell, man???? After that, he sure as fuck isn't giving you the bed and will give you the cold shoulder for the rest of the night. He's mostly over it in the morning but he is still upset. Forgiven but not forgotten. That one hurt, y'know? He has feelings too :(
Assuming you are fine with it, you're not going to get a chance to initiate snuggles. Dionysus has already thrown his arm around you and has launched into some story or other. Good luck getting him to shut up long enough to actually sleep lol
šŖ½HermesšŖ½
This scenario is incredibly unlikely with Hermes. He knows the whole of Greece better than anyone (he's been up and down it enough times!) and he knows exactly the best places to catch a few winks for the night. Unless...? Yep, you guessed it! Hermes engineered this one as an excuse to snuggle with his crush. (That's you btw)
If you're at all perceptive, you might even clue in on the fact that he did it on purpose. He's oddly insistent on sharing, even though he usually brags about being able to sleep anywhere. He's talking a mile a minute. Like even faster than he usually does. You can barely get a word in edgewise because he will. not. shut. up.
"Just one bed? Hope you're not a blanket hog! Because I am! ...That was a joke, haha! I actually kick in my sleep."
He does. Btw. He also rolls around like a hamster on crack. The only way to stop him is by snuggling him, thereby pinning him down. Good luck getting him loose if you have to pee tho, that fucker holds on TIGHT.
Planned on confessing his crush to you that night, but chickens out unless you catch on and confront him about setting this all up. He'll find his courage. Eventually. It will take him approximately fifty tries and a swat upside the head with an oar via a very fed-up Charon. Look. he's great at delivering at message. Less so at talking about his feelings.
š±Poseidonš±
You're insane if you think Poseidon is sleeping on the floor. Anyway, you're also insane if you think Poseidon is letting you sleep on the floor. Usually a crush stage would imply some manner of awkwardness but Poseidon is VERY forward with his romantic interest.
"Come on and get comfortable already! What are you waiting for, an invitation? Well, here it is!"
This would be the catalyst for your relationship. Poseidon just can't help the way he's looking at you, the way his hands are wandering. If you reciprocate, he's thrilled and eager to ramp it up. Kiss him. You'll stun him for a second and make him blush.
Poseidon is a cuddler. He also snores. And there's no way in the world to make him stop. Enjoy!
ā”ļøZeusā”ļø
If there's an option, say you're staying at in inn, Zeus will immediately storm off and intimidate the innkeeper into submission. ...Hey, wait a minute, didn't we do that one? You're insane if you think Zeus is sleeping on the floor. Anyway, you're also insane if you think Zeus is letting you sleep on the floor. Wait, didn't we do that one too?
Zeus's reaction is a combination of Demeter and Poseidon. Assuming he can't get his way, Zeus tidily assumes you will be sleeping together and soundly forgets to inform you. Like Demeter, he'll get pissy if you try to set up elsewhere.
"And whatever do you think you're doing? I'll have none of that now. What kind of monster do you think I am, to turn you out of a warm bed?"
Like Poseidon, his hands start to wander. He won't blush if you kiss him, but he will laugh heartily and that's almost as good. The only way to fluster him is to goad him into admitting his feelings for you. You've never seen him so red and honestly no one else probably has either.
TAGS: COCKWARMING, THREESOME, AFTERCARE, ZEUS AND POSEIDON BEING SWEET(I know, shocker), MILD PRAISE, POSSESSIVENESS(it's them, what did you expect), DOUBLE PENETRATION, AFTER THE ACTUAL SMUT, SMUT???, tags are hard y'all, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE THE CREW
WORD COUNT: 607
A/N: It's once again 2am, the demons came and now they've been written down once more. This scenario has been living in my brain rent free for weeks, and finally got possessed enough to write and post itāš¼ enjoy the fluffy post-filth with the two gods.
This is a smol gift to the amazing @theproverbialpen š§”
DIVIDER BY @enchanthings-a
Your entire body was buzzing from lingering euphoria. It had been a long night. Your two divine lovers had worshipped you and your body as if you were a goddess, still were actually.
Zeus was behind you, his strong, toned arm draped over the dip of your waist, his hand almost protectively splayed across your belly, adding light pressure against the soft flesh with his palm as he moved it in gentle, soothing circles.
His gentle motions made you acutely aware of the two very spent cocks still buried deep within you, and a soft noise bubbled in your chest. Slowly blinking your very heavy-lidded eyes open, you glanced back at him with a weak frown and a cute pout, and the God King let out a deep, low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your back.
āNo worries, little spark. We're done for the night, we promise.ā He muttered in a slightly amused voice as he leaned down, pressing a firm, reassuring kiss to the nape of your neck. A hum of agreement sounded from your front, and your sleepy gaze fell forward towards the God of The Seas.
Poseidon gazed down at you, his eyes hazy from the many, many rounds of lovemaking you'd had tonight, but also full of adoration and light pride. He had a firm, yet gentle grip on your thigh, his fingers digging slightly into the supple flesh just beneath your rear as he held the leg you had hooked over his hip in place, not wanting the position the three of you were in to change even the slightest. āIndeed. We wouldn't want to exhaust you any further than we already have.ā He gave your thigh a light squeeze.
With their reassurance, you let your eyes fall shut again and simply let yourself exist between the two mighty Gods as they hummed soft words of praise and compliments. Their free hands traveled wherever they could reach, caressing and worshipping you in the afterglow. Occasionally they'd give a small roll or buck of their hips, making sure they stayed safely nestled within you, none of them ready to extract themselves from your soft, silken walls.
āYou're so beautiful like this, my gemā¦ absolutely breathtaking.ā Poseidon whispered reverently against your hair as he slowly dragged his nose along the top of your head, breathing in the familiar and comforting scent of you. His free hand snaked underneath your head, and cradled the back of your neck, pulling you against his chest in a gentle, yet possessive motion, and all you could do was nuzzle against him.
Behind you, you felt Zeus press more firmly against your backside, following the movement as Poseidon pulled you forward. He looped his free arm under your torso, his forearm coming up to cover your breasts, his large hand resting over your ribs, staking his claim as well. āLittle one, rest.ā He cooed sweetly before pressing a trail of feather-light kisses down your shoulder, and you could feel his lips curl into his signature, smug grin against your skin.
You gave a small nod, already half asleep, and a soft breath left you as you let yourself melt into their warmth. As you began to drift off fully, Zeus and Poseidon kept whispering and murmuring gentle words and praises against your skin, their fingers leaving heated patterns along every inch of your body. You knew you'd be sore when you woke up. You knew the events of tonight would be repeated tomorrow night, and the night after that. You also knew that whatever would happen, as long as you had your Gods with you, everything would be just perfect.
į“į“É“į“į“É“į“ į“”į“ŹÉ“ÉŖÉ“É¢: Yandere themes, obsessive love, psychological manipulation, possessiveness, dependency, power imbalance (god x mortal), isolation, controlling behavior, gaslighting and light fear.
ZEUS, god of thunder
Zeus would decide you belong to him.
At first, it feels like a miracle. Storms stop when you step outside, lightning never strikes near you, and people treat you with reverence without knowing why. Thatās because Zeus has already marked you. You are now something sacred.
He watches constantly. If someone hurts you, even accidentally, the punishment is severe. But Zeus doesnāt think of this as cruelty. He thinks of it as justice. In his mind, you are fragile, mortal, easily breakable. The only way to keep you safe is to control everything around you.
He would slowly isolate you without you even realizing it. Friends stop visiting, lovers disappear. Anyone who tries to grow too close simplyā¦ loses interest overnight. Zeus doesnāt tolerate rivals. Not because heās insecure, but because he believes no one else has the right to love you.
And if you tried to run? He wouldnāt punish you immediately. He would wait until you were exhausted, lost, terrified. Then the storm would begin, gentle rain first, guiding you back.
When you return, soaked and trembling, he would feel relief, not anger.
Because in Zeusās mind, you didnāt betray him. You only forgot where you belonged.
POSEIDON, god of sea
Poseidonās love would feel like drowning: itās suffocating and impossible to escape.
He would become obsessed with the idea that you are his calm. The only thing capable of quieting the violent rage inside him. The sea would literally respond to your emotions. If you cry, the tides rise. If youāre calm, the ocean becomes glass-smooth.
Poseidon wouldnāt want you near other people because humans are unpredictable. The ocean, however, is loyal. It obeys him. So he would begin trying to pull you closer and closer to the water. Trips to the coast, walks by the sea, and storms that conveniently trap you near shorelines.
Eventually, you would realize that the sea reacts when you try to leave. Boats break, storms appear suddenly, and urrents drag you back. It seems the ocean refuses to let you go.
Poseidon wouldnāt see this as kidnapping. To him, itās protection from the cruelty of land. Humans betray. Humans hurt. But the sea? The sea worships you because he does.
And if someone tried to take you away, he wouldnāt even try to hide the destruction. Heād want the world to understand:
If they take you, they drown with you.
HERA, goddess of marriage
Heraās obsession wouldnāt come from passion, it would come from devotion. Once she decides youāre hers, she treats you like something sacred and pure that the world doesnāt deserve.
Unlike Zeus or Poseidon, she wouldnāt destroy your enemies instantly. She would ruin them with areers collapse, friendships turning toxic, families growing distantā¦ People who get too close to you suddenly become miserable without knowing why.
Hera believes in loyalty above everything else. If you love her back, even just a little, she becomes very gentle. Almost motherly in a dark way.
But if you ever show affection toward someone else?
Hera wouldnāt hurt you. She would hurt the person you loved. She would twist their life into something unbearable until they abandon you on their own.
And the worst part is: she would comfort you afterward. She would hold you gently, whispering that the world always disappoints you, that people are weak, that only she understands you completely. She wouldnāt force you to stay.
She would make you believe leaving her would destroy you.
DEMETER, goddess of agriculture
Demeter would see you as something soft and fragile that the world is constantly trying to steal (as Persephone)l. Every small hardship in your life becomes proof that you cannot survive without her protection.
At first, her love feels warm and comforting. She feeds you, takes care of you, makes sure youāre never lonely. But slowly, that warmth becomes suffocating. She doesnāt want you to grow. Growing means independence, and independence means losing you.
So she starts controlling your life in small ways. Choosing where you go. Who you talk to. Whatās āsafeā for you. Anyone who encourages you to become stronger becomes her enemy.
If you ever tried to leave her, she wouldnāt scream or rage. The world would simply begin to die.
Plants would wither. Crops would fail. Seasons would stop moving. Winter would stretch endlessly. Not out of cruelty, but because Demeter cannot function without you.
APHRODITE, goddess of love
The moment Aphrodite becomes obsessed, your life changes little by little. People still admire you, they still look at you, but the love never feels real. Relationships crumble for no reason, and the confessions feel hollow. Something is always missing.
Thatās because Aphrodite refuses to share what belongs to her.
Every time you try to love someone else, the relationship becomes painful, awkward and empty, like your heart refuses to respond. Thatās the work of his loyal Eros.
Meanwhile, she would appear in your life in gentle ways. Dreams, mirrors, reflectionsā¦ there are some moments where you feel watched, but in a strange comforting way.
Eventually, you would start craving her presence without realizing why.
Aphrodite would want you dependent on her. She wants to be the only one who can make your heart race, the only one who can make you feel desired, the only one who can make you feel loved.
Not because sheās insecure. But because she believes love itself belongs to her, and therefore, so do you.
ATHENA, goddess of wisdom
Athena would study you first. Learn everything. Your fears, your habits, your weaknesses, and the exact type of affection you crave.
Then she would become the perfect person for you.
You would think you fell in love naturally. You would believe it was your choice. But in reality, Athena prepared the entire relationship like a strategy.
Once youāre attached, she becomes possessive. She doesnāt isolate you violently, she just makes everyone else seem unnecessary. No one understands you like she does. No one protects you like she does. No one can predict your needs like she does.
If you ever tried to break away, Athena wouldnāt panic. She would outthink you. Every escape plan would fail before it even begins. Every decision you make would somehow lead you back to her.
Because she predicted you perfectly.
ARTEMIS, goddess of the hunt
Artemis would see you as something she needs to protect from the corruption of the world.
She would become obsessed with the idea that humanity is dangerous, that people will hurt you, betray you, and taint you. So she slowly pulls you away from civilization by forest walks, silent nights, and distance from crowds.
The more time you spend with her, the more peaceful it feels. Until one day you realize you donāt remember the last time you saw another person.
Artemis wouldnāt lock you up physically. She would make the outside world feel threatening. The forest becomes your safe space, and she becomes the only person you trust inside it.
If someone tried to take you away, Artemis would react like a predator protecting its territory.
APOLLO, god of the sun
Apollo would love you the way artists love their greatest masterpiece: obsessively, and selfishly.
He would become fascinated with every detail of you. Your voice, your laugh, your emotionsā¦ he would turn you into poetry, music, and art. At first, it feels flattering.
But then you realize something disturbing: Apollo doesnāt want you to change.
He doesnāt want you to grow, mature, or move on. Because the version of you he fell in love with is the version he immortalized. If you change, his āperfect creationā disappears.
So he encourages you to stay the same, to stay dependent and fragile. Because thatās the version of you he worships.
If someone else tries to āimproveā you, Apollo sees it as destruction. And he will destroy them in return.
Because to Apollo, you arenāt just someone he loves. You are something he created, and creators donāt share their masterpieces.
ARES, god of war
The moment he becomes attached, you become the one thing that calms his rage. Which means he cannot risk losing you. Ever.
He wouldnāt try to control you, he would control the world around you through violence. Anyone who insults you, touches you, or even looks at you wrong becomes a target.
At first, it feels powerful and safe. Like nothing in the world could hurt you.
But then you realize something horrifying: Ares isnāt protecting you from danger, heās also creating danger just to defend you from it.
Fights start because he wants an excuse to prove his devotion. Wars feel personal and violence becomes proof of love.
If you tried to leave him, he wouldnāt beg. He would become destructive. Not toward you, but toward everything else. Which of course makes you feel guilty: would you sacrifice so many innocent people only for your sake, mmh?
But the scariest part? He would never apologize.
HEPHAESTUS, god of blacksmithing
Hephaestus wouldnāt chase you aggressively. He would simplyā¦ build things for you. Small gifts at first, objects and tools that solve your problems.
Then the gifts start becoming more personal. Things only someone who watches you closely would know you need.
He would never admit heās obsessed. But you would feel it. The way he looks at you like youāre something delicate that could break at any moment, and the way he hates anyone who hurts you.
If you ever tried to leave, he wouldnāt threaten you. He would simply remind you of everything he built for you. Everything he fixed. Everything he sacrificed.
And slowly, you would start feeling guilty for wanting freedom.
He would trap you by making you feel like leaving him would destroy someone who loves you more than anyone ever could.
HERMES, god of messengers
Hermes would be one of the most unsettling because his obsession would feel playful, until it suddenly isnāt.
He would appear everywhere in your life. Random coincidences, messages arriving at the perfect moment and someone always helping you when youāre lost. Youād think youāre lucky.
But eventually, you realize something: Hermes knows everything you do. Every secret, every thought, every place you go.
He wouldnāt isolate you violently. He would just make sure you canāt escape him. Even if you run, heāll find you faster. Even if you hide, heāll know where you are.
The scariest part is that he never looks angry. He just smiles gently and says things like, āYou donāt have to run from me.ā
Itās inescapable.
DIONYSUS, god of wine
Dionysusās love would feel intoxicating at first. It would be exciting and freeing.
He would make you feel alive in a way no one else ever has. There are no rules or guilt, just passion.
But slowly, that freedom turns into dependency.
You start needing him to feel happy. Needing him to feel brave. Needing him to feel alive. And Dionysus knows it. He doesnāt force it, he only encourages it, like heās helping you discover your ātrue self.ā
But your ātrue selfā only exists when heās there.
If you ever tried to leave, Dionysus wouldnāt stop you. He would let you go, and then the world would feel empty again, grey and lifeless, like joy itself disappeared.
Because it did.
Dionysus doesnāt want to cage you.
He wants you to choose the cage yourself.
HADES, god of the Underworld
Hadeās love would feel eternal.
He wouldnāt rush anything. He would simply wait. And slowly, he would become the only person who truly understands your loneliness.
You would feel safe with him in a way you never have with anyone else. You would feel seen and calm.
And then one day, you realize something horrifying: You donāt want to leave him anymore.
Hades wouldnāt trap you with chains. He would trap you with comfort and understanding. A love that feels deeper than anything on the surface world.
And even if you tried to leave, he would never chase you. He would wait.
You weren't supposed to wander that far up the mountain.
But your curiosity, much like the sudden lightning that cracked overhead, had a habit of striking before your senses caught up.
You'd heard the rumors. That the summit of Mount Olympusāits true summitāwas hidden to mortals, cloaked by divine power. You didn't believe it, not really. Not until you stepped through that blinding mist and found yourself face to chest with a man.
No. A god.
"Lost, little one?"
His voice thundered, low and velvety, carrying more power in its roll than the stormclouds brewing behind him. His smile, though, was sharpāplayful, hungry. Zeus stood there, tall as the sky, broad as a temple's pillars, and you... you barely reached his ribs.
You should've run. Should've apologized. But you just stared.
"IāI didn't mean toā"
Zeus leaned down, silver curls tumbling forward, his golden eyes glowing like twin suns. His index finger traced your jaw, tilting your chin up, forcing you to crane your neck just to meet his gaze.
"Didn't mean to?" he echoed, amused. "You climbed a divine mountain, walked into my domain uninvited, and dared to look at me like that. Either you're incredibly brave..." His grin widened. "Or you're begging for trouble."
His finger trailed lower, down your throat, pausing over your fluttering pulse.
You swallowed.
"I didn't mean to disturbā"
"Oh, but you did. And now..." He straightened to his full, towering height, looking down at you like you were a curiosity. "You'll have to face the consequences."
Your breath hitched as he extended his hand. Lightning crackled at his fingertipsānot threatening, but pulsing with heat. You hesitated. Then, without fully understanding why, you took it.
In a flash, you were no longer on the mountain.
The air changed. The ground beneath you became plush, silken, impossibly soft. You blinked up and realized you were now in a chamberāgilded, glowing, ancient. The clouds floated beneath the marble floor, and stormlight flickered along the walls.
Zeus circled you like a predator, unhurried.
"You're so... small," he murmured, voice thick with interest. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to hold back around creatures like you?"
His hand slid around your waist. His fingers spanned your entire back, the contrast in size sending heat pooling in your core. His palm covered almost your whole torso.
"I won't break," you whispered, unsure where the courage came from.
A beat of silence. Then, a dark chuckle rumbled in his chest.
"Oh, darling. I very much intend to test that theory."
You gasped as your back hit the bedāa bed larger than any you'd ever seen. Zeus hovered above you, the god of thunder himself, every inch of him carved like lightning had shaped him personally. He removed his robe slowly, deliberately, watching your reactions like he was reading your soul.
And when he bared himself to youāmassive, overwhelmingāyou went still.
He was enormous. Divine in every sense. Every part of him radiated power. Including that part.
Zeus noticed the way your legs clenched.
"Too much?" he teased.
You licked your lips, heart pounding. "We'll see."
The first touch was electricāliterally. Sparks danced along your skin wherever he kissed, wherever he dragged his tongue. His hands explored every curve of your body, worshipping you with godly reverence and unrelenting need. He whispered about how soft you were, how easily he could pick you up, how irresistible your mortal heat was compared to the cold of Olympus.
When he slid his fingers into youājust twoāyou arched off the bed, already stretched. Already trembling.
"So tight," he purred. "You'll barely be able to take me."
"Then go slow."
"Oh no, little one," he growled. "You came all this way. Let's see if your mortal body can handle the storm."
And when he finally pressed himself against you, large and pulsing, your fingers dug into his shoulders. The stretch was unbearable. Euphoric. A blend of too much and not enough.
You cried out. He grunted, pressing kisses to your jaw, your collarbone, your breasts.
"That's it. Take me. Let me ruin that tiny body."
Your nails scraped his skināhis glowing, godly skināand he didn't stop. He moved deep, slow, savoring every trembling gasp, every whimper. Your moans echoed like thunder across the divine walls. His thrusts were careful, but intense, rocking the entire chamber, shaking the clouds themselves.
"You feel me here?" he asked, one massive palm pressing gently against your lower belly.
You nodded, tears pricking your eyes from the pressure.
"Good. That's where I belong."
The pleasure mounted, violent and crackling. His size, his power, the way he overwhelmed your sensesāit all built like a storm rolling in.
"Come for me," he whispered, "Come with your god inside you."
And you shattered.
The lightning outside exploded in tandem with your cries, a divine orgasm ripping through you as Zeus held you tightly, possessively. He spilled into you with a roar of satisfaction, like the thunderclap announcing victory.
After, as your body curled against his massive frame, he chuckled into your hair.
"Next time, mortal," he said, voice still rumbling with pleasure, "Don't pretend you got lost. Just come straight to me."
You smiled against his chest, knowing there would be a next time.
POSEIDON
The sea had always called to you.
You didn't know why. You weren't a sailor. You weren't raised by the shore. Yet you found yourself there every weekāankles in the surf, wind in your hair, heart aching with a longing you couldn't name.
It was on the seventh visit that the ocean answered back.
A wave surged suddenlyānot crashing, but rising. Towering. Impossible. You stumbled back, eyes wide. The wave shimmered unnaturally, its crest shaped like a hand before it split... and from it emerged a man.
No. A god.
Poseidon.
He stepped onto the shore like he owned itābecause he did. The ocean churned behind him, obeying every motion of his bare, salt-kissed skin. He was colossal. Muscles like waves sculpted from stone, his long dark hair dripping seawater onto his broad shoulders. He looked down at you, eyes glowing the color of deep ocean trenches.
"You've been calling me," he said, voice dark and guttural, echoing like a tide in your bones.
You swallowed hard. "I haven'tā"
"You have," he growled, stepping closer. The sand trembled under his weight. "Every time you stood at the edge. Every time you begged silently for more. You summoned me."
Your heart thundered. "I didn't mean to."
Poseidon smirked.
"Good. Because now you're mine."
You were in the water before you realized he'd movedābefore you could move. The ocean had reached out, cradling you, dragging you under but not drowning you. You weren't cold. You weren't even wet. The sea bent itself to his willāand Poseidon bent you to his.
The chamber you now found yourself in wasn't made of marble or stone. It was made of coral and light, glowing with bioluminescent blues and greens. Pearls dotted the walls, and water moved like curtains around you.
Poseidon stood before you, dripping, divine, and devastatingly large.
You could feel his power rolling off him in waves. It wasn't just divineāit was feral. Ancient. Primordial.
"You're so small," he muttered, lifting you up like you weighed nothing. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open in the air. "So breakable. So... tempting."
He pressed you against the smooth wall of sea glass and let your legs dangle around his waist. His hips slotted between yours naturally, and you gasped at the thickness of him pressing into your soaked core.
You felt dwarfed, tiny, consumed. And gods, you wanted more.
"You're trembling," he whispered, licking along your jaw. "Are you afraid?"
You were.
And aroused.
Poseidon grinned, as if he tasted your fear.
"Good."
When he finally pushed into youāslowly, inch by thick, overwhelming inchāyou cried out.
It hurt.
It burned.
But you never wanted him to stop.
"You'll take it," he growled into your throat. "All of it. I'll stretch this mortal cunt until you can only breathe through me."
He filled you too deep. Too wide. His cock throbbed inside you as your muscles clamped tight around him, struggling to adjust. Your back arched against the wall, but he held you firmly in place, one massive hand splayed across your belly.
"Look at that," he murmured, almost proud. "I can see myself through you."
Your eyes rolled back.
"Too much?" he mocked, but his voice softened slightly. He kissed your collarbone, then the top of your breasts. "You'll get used to it."
He pulled backāalmost outāthen slammed forward.
You screamed.
The ocean outside the coral chamber churned, glowing brighter.
He began to thrust, powerful and slow at first, watching the way your small frame absorbed every punishing roll of his hips. His grip bruised your thighs, his breath turned ragged, and you felt like you were being shattered and remade with each snap of his hips.
"You were made for this," he growled. "Made to be stretched open by a god. Mine. All mine."
You babbled something incoherentāhis name, a plea, a moanāyour voice wrecked by pleasure.
He bent forward, licking into your mouth like the sea itself was claiming you.
"I'll breed you full of me," he growled. "Mark you from the inside. Fill your tiny womb until it overflows. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Your hands dug into his shoulders. "YesāpleaseāPoseidonā!"
He fucked you like the tideāunrelenting, rhythmic, rising. Your body barely kept up, and when your orgasm hit, it cracked through your spine like lightning.
But Poseidon wasn't done.
He kept goingāharder, deeper, overwhelmingāand you felt yourself falling apart again, sobbing his name, your body shaking from the intensity. He chased his own climax with primal abandon, hips stuttering as he spilled into you with a roar that made the entire ocean quake.
When it ended, he held you.
Tight. Possessive. Breathing hard.
Your body trembled in his armsāsore, overstretched, and impossibly full.
He kissed your temple.
"You're mine now," he whispered. "And I'll drown any who touch you."
I PROMISE I WILL DO A HERMES THING NEXT I KNOW THE HOES ARE STARVING
Yandere!Zeus and Yandere!Poseidon headcanons ā”
Zeus
His precious little cloud.
That was what he called you ever since he kidnapped you years ago. You no longer had a name, that would make Hera suspicious.
No, you were just one of his humanoid cloud servants and companions. Easy to keep under control.
And since it's been years (or is it decades now?), your mind has gotten... a little blurry by now. Cloudy, you could say. I'm not sorry.
Usually, you're just around, sitting by his throne or whatever he chooses to lounge on, his fingers playing around with the clouds that were once your hair.
And then, whenever he's alone, with no other gods around, he snaps his fingers and your body changes, becoming like it was before, just for him to get to enjoy your body again and again, just like when he first took you.
Although of course, he enjoys more than just your body! He loves talking to you, even if your personality changed over decades (or was it centuries?), you're still his sweet little darling! And you're not trying to run or fight anymore, you're not even crying when he kisses you anymore!
No, you've learned, haven't you? Of course you have, you were always smart. And so you've learned to love him.
You've learned to press your cheek against his palm, to chase his lips whenever he broke a kiss, to snuggle up to his chest after he made love to you.
His. Beautifully, wonderfully, utterly his.
Poseidon
Just so we're clear, it's all your fault. He's so gracious, so kind, just chilling, being a good god... and then there's you, making him crave you under him, crave your body... and it all started with you and your friends going to the beach.
And since it's ancient Greece, you were all nude as you played around, swimming and messing around.
Poseidon saw it, of course, and he saw you.
The sea around your island has never been calm again. He wanted you. He wanted you badly.
And so, the people of your island turned to the Temple of Poseidon, worried about it all. After all, your island's fate depended a lot on trade.
And Poseidon has spoken. He didn't know your name, but he knew you were in the crowd. As he spoke, a few waves that hit the shores turned into beautiful white horses, each of them slowly moving around, looking for you.
Eventually, as Poseidon waited for the King of your island to finish boring him with the prayer he was offering, one of the horses found you and started to gently push your back with it's head, making you step out of the crowd, right in front of Poseidon himself.
The grin on his face makes it clear. He planned it. He wanted you. He wanted you and he announced it, making his "offer" clear.
He'll keep the sea calm, as long as you become his priest/ess and obey him, coming to the beach whenever he'd send a sea storm.
And whenever that happened, he'd get to take you to his palace for three days and three nights. Which was all he needed, really.
For now, at least.
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