#zeus reader

[lecsainz]

A headcanon of Percy Jackson x reader daughter of Zeus, where he has been in love since the first day he saw her, and he had also recently arrived at the camp, please

˒ ⌕ SHE IS LIKE THUNDER

parings: percy jackson x zeus!reader

an:I know I disappeared, forgive me 🤧, but picture me writing this at 3 AM, dying of sleepiness after watching the last episode of PJO, AND ANNIE USED THE NICKNAME 😭 THIS EPISODE IS STILL TOO MUCH FOR ME TO PROCESS!!!!

summary: the one where you're a daughter of zeus, exploring your relationship with percy.

( my last work || my last work for riodanverse || go to main masterlist )

You and Percy crossed paths during one of your training sessions. Luke was giving Percy a tour of the camp, and when Percy laid eyes on you, he halted abruptly, as if struck by lightning. For some inexplicable reason, he felt an urgent need to know who you were, as if the gods themselves demanded it.

Percy's eyes widened as he observed you from across the training grounds. "Who's that?" he asked, pointing a finger in your direction. Luke suppressed a chuckle, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Her? Oh, that's Y/N, daughter of Zeus." Percy squinted, trying to decipher your actions, as you accidentally summoned a small lightning bolt that fizzled out near your feet. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Does that happen often?" Luke grinned. "Only when she's particularly excited, which, by the way, is most of the time. You should see her during thunderstorms!" Percy blinked, watching as you waved sheepishly, causing another faint spark to crackle in the air.

You and Percy found common ground in venting about the gods upon his arrival.

"Hey, little thunder, how's it going?" Percy grinned. "Don't call me that," you replied, trying to keep a straight face. "I'm good too, thanks for asking, Lightning Rod," Percy joked, emphasizing his newfound nickname for you.

Attempts at using your powers together proved futile, as water and electricity didn't exactly make for a harmonious combination.

According to Percy, Cabin 3 was way too big for just him, and assuming you felt the same way about Cabin 1, he started a tradition. At 12:00, he'd show up at your cabin, asking to share it, turning into a routine of hosting pajama parties in each other's cabins.

After you discovered that your half-sister, Thalia, had been turned into a pine tree to save her, Percy couldn't resist teasing you about it.

"Do you think your dad would turn you into, what, a fountain? Or maybe a cherry blossom tree would suit you?" Percy grinned, enjoying the opportunity to rib you. "Jackson, shut up," you retorted, rolling your eyes at his antics. Later, when Grover and Annabeth intervened, trying to keep you two from frying each other, Percy couldn't resist a parting shot. He had soaked you with water from a nearby forest stream during the mission, leaving you drenched and fueling your desire to electrocute him. "Next time you want to electrocute Percy, make sure I'm not around," Annabeth teased as they separated you, noticing your soaked state. Grover, being the peacekeeper, started singing the song of friendship, encouraging both of you to hug it out and apologize. Percy, however, observed that you were shivering from the cold as you walked. Realizing this, he handed you his jacket, concerned. "You'll catch a cold if you stay wet like this," he said, offering you warmth amidst the chilly aftermath of your water-based altercation.

Since neither you nor Percy admit to having feelings for each other, you find yourselves in constant teasing and banter.

During a mission, you two start a squabble because you want to lead everything, and he just wants to do his thing or isn't paying attention to what you're saying. Grover and Annabeth exchange glances, seeking a way to mediate.

It takes a long time before you muster the courage to admit you have feelings for the son of Poseidon. You decide to confess first because, knowing Percy, it would take ages if you waited for him.

"Percy, I need to talk in case we don't get out of here." "Spark Plug, we're getting out of here; trust me." "I like you, Seaweed Brain." He stands there in shock, mouth hanging open, unable to believe that you like him back.

After Percy managed to confess that he also liked you, you enjoyed teasing him about his stunned reaction. But deep down, you were terrified that he might have said he didn't like you back.

Percy becomes incredibly protective of you.

"Touch her, and you'll be dead."

You love stormy days and spend hours on the beach with Percy because he can control the water, ensuring you both stay dry.

"Isn't it beautiful?" "What, little storm?" You pause, gazing out at the tumultuous sea, the waves crashing against the shore. "It's like the ocean is in harmony with this storm. It's as if they understand each other, finding peace in the chaos." "Maybe," Percy finally responds, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Maybe storms and the sea have a way of finding peace in chaos because they understand that even in the wildest moments, there's a certain kind of order."

You appreciate the profound simplicity of his words, and in that moment, he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. For the first time in a long while, you feel at home

[awriterinthenight]

a moment of silence for all the fics that were masterpieces but you'll never find them again

[the-smut-mongerer]

ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ɢᴏᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ

a/n: the wings take inspo from maleficent. Colors, and other details are left vague! Feel free to send an ask for any other god for pt 2!

tags: wings, fluff, romance, human? reader, gods, headcanons format. completely gn reader! no gender ever mentioned. Not proof read!!!

characters: zeus, hera, ares, aphrodiate, hephaestus, hermes

Disclaimer: this combines the world of the og Greek texts, blood of zeus, epic the musical, hades game, and my personal view of the gods. this can contain improper or ooc information. I have favorites if it's not obvious.

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ᴢᴇᴜꜱ

-> loves them, finds that they add on to your beauty. teh strength of your wings impress him greatly, and he'd love to watch you fly. he sometimes likes to fly with you, turning into his bird form so you can race. yes, he will get upset if he loses and zeus tantrum ensues.

-> kiss, kiss, kisses them all the time. not an each of wing is left untouched. he knows where all of your senstive bits are and will use it to his advantage. the spot between your wings is teased relentlessly and often found to be covered in hickeys.

-> he has a painting of your wings and has them placed somewhere on his palace walls and likes to look at it frequently. he makes sure to get one that involves both him and your wings eventually as well. he's adamant that you have your wings around him as your sleep regardless of the position. he enjoys the feeling of your feathers against his skin greatly.

ʜᴇʀᴀ

-> finds your wings to be beautiful. She appreciates them for their appearance and their strength. she can often find herself captivated at the way they move even when idle. she loves flying with you, not to race but to simply relax. she likes to go sight seeing with you, pretty areas you find are often new vacation spots you use to get away from everyone.

-> she likes to touch them, where they connect with your back. the feathers are the softest there, and where your the most sensitive. somtimes she likes teasing you via letting her hands ghost around that area. she also likes to kiss your wings. she often does collect your feathers, adding them to her daily appearance since she wants to both look good(she always does) and have something to constantly remind her of you.

-> she finds it comfortable to be wrapped up in your wings. so please, let her rest against your chest safe in each other's arms as your wings are wrapped around her. blocking the rest of the world from reaching her.

ᴀʀᴇꜱ

-> he's indifferent about your wings, but he's worried about their fragility. at the beginning, he refused to spar with you on this pretense, but that changed when you managed to slap somebody with your wing and send them flying. when you spar, he's still careful and makes sure not to damage your wings intentionally.

-> just like his mother, he also likes to touch them, can quite find them therapeutic when he needs to calm down. he used to be and still is scared of breaking them, he's witnessed how easily his hands can break things and he doesn't want to break you. also because he accidentally pulled a feather out and didn't touch your wings willingly for a while. he doesn't kiss your wings but he smothers his face in them and just chills there.

-> the feathers that shead from your wings get collected for his helmet crest/plume(it's the brush looking thing on greek helms) when he finally acquires enough he'd have them condensed and into a newer helmet that he'd wear to battle.

ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴀᴛᴇ

-> she loves them! quite obsessed with them, actually. she makes sure they're taken care of and beautiful at any hour of day. she usually has a servant take care of them as she watches, making sure they're up to standard or she'd do it herself.

-> she collects your feathers, adding them onto the clothing she wears to show off who she's with. any feathers she can't put into clothes are tucked away in a box for later. don't bother worry the amount of feathers you'd eventually end up with and possibly hiding them. she will always end up finding them and will get upset with you.

-> she likes to sleep in your arms already and the wings are just a bonus. and even when you aren't in bed sleeping, regardless if your simply going about with your day doing whatever. she likes to hide in your wings to avoid her any duties and people.

ʜᴇᴘʜᴀᴇꜱᴛᴜꜱ

-> finds them quite beautiful and interesting. He doesn't worry about the fragility since he has a handle on his strength already. regardless of if you are a warrior or not, he wants to create armor for you. he almost reminds you of a strict seamstress when he takes your measurements.

-> he doesn't really do anything with your feathers aside for using them for a fidget. When he's looking over blueprints or paperwork, he lets himself twist it between his fingers and runs his fingers through it. like he does with his pencils he subconsciously tucks the feather into his ear or into his hair.

-> he doesn't mind being wrapped up into your wings but prefers when you lay on his chest/against him with your wings spread out across the large bed. he likes to run his fingers against the thick bones and feathers as he finds it easier to fall asleep.

ʜᴇʀᴍᴇꜱ

-> wants to race you and is quite impressed if you can keep up but even if you can't, he appreciates the effort. he likes to be held by you and fly with you on his breaks, enjoying your company and the view at the same time. he also would help you take care of them, preening is a new favorite pass time of his.

-> hands and lips are all over the wings. running his hands through them any chance he possibly has as he relaxes. he steals your feathers, he has no use for them but he likes to have them on his long messenger trips to help him feel less home sick. the feather helps him keep his head on his shoulders when he's all stressed out.

-> wrap him in your wings like you'd roll a cat into a burrito. He likes them, and even if he suffocates, he wld be content it. Just like aphrodiate he'd use your wings as cover for when he's hiding away from his duties or people, forcing himself into your arms and having you hide him in your wings as discretely as possible.

[acid-ixx]

if you guys are interested, send in an ask or comment!

will anybody be willing to hear out neglected child reader who was another one of zeus's bastard children. you're out there chasing for your stepmother (hera's attention), whilst zeus just lets you run around without his care, clearly too wrapped up in his affairs. your other siblings aren't as good to you, too, thinking another half-deity isn't worth their time—

so you'd give up, pretty much choosing to bestow the mortal world with your presence instead; because if you can't be loved by your own family, then let yourself be worshipped by passionate mortals instead.

how about romancing telemachus? what if you both learn what it's like navigating through his godly favor with athena, and you with your own powers? what if you have odysseus and penelope be the actual parent-figures you always wanted? their overprotectiveness skyrockets every time you propose to being elsewhere in ithaca, to the point you forget that it's you who has the godly powers to oppose, but how could you when a darker side of them appears every time you allow yourself to be disrespected within their palace?

how about in another place? what are you to many of the great warriors, if not for a forgotten, yet mysterious and whimsical deity? why is your name muttered in all the regions? surely, with just how much you deny your god-like origins, but still manage to capture the hearts of hundreds of suitors, you'd gain quite the infamous name despite your closed-off attitude.

imagine enough attention was garnered on your presence, that that's what was needed for them to finally notice you? but you're not quite the same child who used to pull on their robes, or look at them as brightly as the sun— no, now you deny them of any of your love. your mother, hera, finally sees you and urges you to return to olympus away from the prying eyes of many suitors and back into the domain of safety. she calls you her baby, fuzzing over you even when you openly and spitefully try to rip her hands away from fixing your 'messy' robes. zeus isn't any better, now he calls you sweet names and pretend like he hadn't actively bashed on you for your weakness back when you were begging on his throne for just a sliver of attention? he wants you to sit in between his throne and hera's? you're significantly smaller than him, he's gigantic in nature, and it doesn't help that he treats you like you could be easily squashed by him (which is every damn right possible, and it's intimidating and makes you want to cry).

and there's the issue with the others, too. so many of them used to deny you in favor of focusing on their own domains. now apollo wants to carry you off in one of his chariots to ride off the skies with him while he plays his lyre to you? artemis wants to teach you the way of the hunt under the dark, gloomy skies you used to wish under for a moment of their time? aphrodite used to spitefully shut you out of her own doors, but now she invites you in her room to gossip and play pretend while she coos and braids your hair?

and all the other gods, now wanting to take you away from the underserving - as they say it - mortal realm? that the people who built sculptures of you, who held you more lovingly more than those you grew up with, aren't worthy of your divine presence?

what a joy to be a being looming between the lines of mortal and divine, right?

a/n: this concept is better off and more coherent in my head i swear. now i don't often diverge from my main fandom, but the similarities between this and the yan! batfam is quite hilarious to me that ngl i want to make a crossover of it. and yes, this is me coping with the stress of having to deal with the sudden influx of hate in the yan! dc community, so i'm taking a short break from it to focus on this.

[calypso-apologist]

yan zeus and yan poseidon? seperate please

I PROMISE I WILL DO A HERMES THING NEXT I KNOW THE HOES ARE STARVING

Yandere!Zeus and Yandere!Poseidon headcanons ♡

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.

[angelltheninth]

Morning After with the Greek Gods

Pairing: Apollo, Aphrodite, Ares, Hades, Hermes, Poseidon, Zeus x Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, morning cuddles, teasing, bite marks, hickeys, bragging, human!Reader

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A/N: Still on that Epic the Musical high. I don't know if it's ever stopping.

Apollo enjoys nothing more than basking in the morning rays of the sun while cuddling in bed with you after a night spent together. His touch is hotter than the warmth of the Sun itself, waking you up was he runs his fingers across your back. So are his kisses, further stoking the heat you already felt between your legs when he started making his way down again.

Aphrodiete admires the scratch marks she left on your body the night before. For her love and passion are her battlefield, and she wants to have proof of it on her skin and yours, even if it can get a bit painful but that's also where the pleasure comes from. She wants to spend the whole day kissing you actually, one night isn't nearly enough to satiate the thirst she feels for you.

Ares pulls you on top of him while you tease him about the bite marks you left on his neck the night before. It wasn't really your fault, he was the one who was so rough he almost broke the bed. And besides he was the one who told you to bite down on something to help silence your moans, so really, he should be proud of you that you bit so hard you marked him.

Hades doesn't let you go unless you have to go to the bathroom. He wants to cuddle with you for as long as possible before he has to go back to the Underworld and has to wait a while until he can see you again. The last thing he wants is to have more time away from you than he already needs to, if it was up to him though he would gladly take you with him, but he can be patient.

Hermes loves teasing you from the moment he sees you, into the morning he wakes up and until he has to leave to do his job. When he leans in to kiss you he nibbles on your bottom lip, when he runs his hands down you body he lifts you up into the air and kisses you hard. He has to keep you wanting, keep you guessing what he's gonna do the next time he visits you.

Poseidon was the first one to wake up but not because he wanted to leave but because he wanted to count all the hickeys that he left on you. This can be his possessiveness kicking in but it's also the admiration for you who were asking for more and more and more. It's impressive that you managed to keep up with him for as long as you did, and even gave him a few hickeys of your own.

Zeus brags about how made you pass out the night before and he wants to do it again now that you're awake. He pouts when you push him away, arguing that you need at least a bit of rest before that, and one night of sleep isn't enough, he should at least give you until noon. While he doesn't like to be kept waiting he also doesn't want to push you too hard, he likes you, and he wants you to stick around.

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics

[cloudyzeusy]

If you are still taking requests, I need a dom alpa reader and omega Gojo Satoru story with a hint of a jealous alpha Geto Suguru.

Months after the famous KFC breakup, Geto gets a video from an unknown number. The video is of Gojo with a new alpha (reader), The reader never did like Geto and is using this to antagonize him. Reader is railing Gojo to the point of stupidity, asking him (Gojo is so far gone in pleasure and lust that he is unaware) questions like who does Gojo belong to and is the reader an better alpha than Geto.

Sent ||

The tea had long gone cold.

Geto didn't notice. Didn't care. His fingers curled around the chipped rim of the ceramic cup like a lifeline, something to do with his hands besides refreshing the same blank message thread for the hundredth time.

The thread read:

> Satoru Gojo

> Last seen: 3 months ago

A lie. Everyone had seen Gojo. He was always seen. Across screens, through gossip, headlines—laughing too brightly, moving too fast. Untouchable and radiant as always. But not here, not with him.

Not since the fight. Not since that night.

Not since Geto, in a rare moment of cold fury, had spat words he couldn't unspeak:

"I’m not your fucking anchor, Satoru."

"Then stop pretending you ever wanted to love me in the first place."

And Gojo had left.

No bond dissolution, no formal severance- just a vacuum where Satoru used to be. An ache that pulsed like phantom limbs around the gland where their scents once curled together like ivy.

The room was too quiet now. He’d once hated Gojo’s habit of filling the silence with nonsense—humming, rambling, awful jokes. Now, the silence felt like it was mocking him. He'd gone through every distraction: training, missions, meditation, sex with strangers who didn’t feel right under his hands.

None of it worked.

He hadn’t even realized he was still staring at Gojo’s contact until the phone buzzed in his palm.

Unknown Number. One File Received.

No text. No context. Just a single video file:

VID\_6478.MP4

Timestamped 3:11 AM.

He almost deleted it.

Almost.

But the preview froze him in place: Gojo’s face—flushed, wide-eyed, mouth open mid-gasp. Pale hair damp with sweat. Skin marked.

It looked like a screenshot pulled from porn, which would’ve been amusing, if not for the thing that turned Geto’s stomach:

The mark on Gojo’s neck. Bold. Deep. Fresh. Not his.

His finger hovered over the play button.

Don't. You don't need to see this. Let it go.

But when had he ever been good at that?

The screen flickers, catching the low hum of air conditioning, the shiver of sheets. Then, there he is.

Gojo.

Bare, flushed, and spread wide on dark sheets that make his pale skin glow. His wrists twitch above his head, loosely restrained by a silk tie he probably begged to wear, if the whimper already leaving his throat was any indication.

His hair clung to his forehead.

His mouth hung open.

His blue eyes- glazed - flickered toward the camera, but there was no recognition.

He didn’t know he was being filmed.

Didn’t care.

“Look at you,” The alpha purred from offscreen. Confident, low, and edged with amusement. “Already shaking, and I’ve barely even started.”

A high, gasping moan from Gojo. His hips lift helplessly as the Alpha's hand comes into frame, sliding up his thigh, spreading him further. His cock is flushed and leaking, resting against his stomach, twitching at every breathless pass of hi fingers.

“You’re going to come just from me talking, huh?” You continued, mocking affection lacing your tone.

“That desperate? Or just that needy for a real Alpha?”

Gojo sobbed.

Shook his head—denial?

Begging?

“You gonna answer me, pretty boy?”

“P-please… need—can’t—please, Alpha…”

You hummed.

The camera jostled as you moved, straddling him, casting shadows across his glowing skin.

Your hand caught his chin—tilting his flushed face toward the lens.

“Say it.”

“Say what-?”

“Say who you belong to.”

There’s a pause. Just a second. He blinks, lips trembling—like there’s a ghost of memory pressing behind his eyes.

"You- I belong to you, Alpha,” he whimpered. “Only you-”

Geto’s blood ran cold.

You laughed. Soft. Mean. Knowing.

“That’s right. Not his anymore. Never his again.”

You leaned down. Lightly bit into his neck, over the faded scar that once held Geto’s mark.

Gojo arched. Cried out. In pleasure. In surrender.

“I want you to remember this part,” you murmured. “In case he ever tries crawling back.”

The camera then paused then Geto saw it flicker to Gojo the curve of his neck arched against sweat-damp sheets. His thighs trembled where they were pinned open by strong hands.

“Look at you. So fucking needy, aren’t you?”

Gojo whimpered in response, barely coherent.

The angle shifted just slightly, enough to catch Gojo’s face-tears spilling down flushed cheeks, a delirious smile tugging his lips as he was ruthlessly, methodically ruined by someone else.

And all Geto could do was watch.

He shouldn’t have seen it.

Should’ve closed it.

But he kept looking.

Gojo had no control over himself he just thrust himself back onto the thick cock that Geto couldn't help but notice was bigger than his. He took you like he was made for it.

Back arching. Eyes rolling.

White hair stuck to his face, glowing with the flush of heat.

You moved the camera closer- filming him from above.

So close, so intimate, Geto almost felt like he was in the room.

Like it was his chest Gojo was gripping.

His name on Gojo’s tongue.

But it wasn’t.

The Alpha ripped out a large moan as he milked Gojo for all he was worth. “You moan prettier for me than I bet you ever did for him,” you said, cocky and amused.

Geto flinched.

“You want to come? Then say it.”

“Y-your omega,” Gojo gasped prettily.

“And what about my princess?” you teased.

And Gojo—beautiful, stupid, lost—nodded.

Tears poured from his eyes.

But he smiled.

Like this was what he’d always wanted.

His voice cracked with need.

Every sobbed “Alpha” rang like a bell, each more shattered than the last.

The sound plays on a loop—Gojo’s choked, ragged moans echoing through Geto’s apartment like a haunting.

But Geto’s not watching anymore. Not really. Not the present.

His eyes are locked on the screen, but his mind is far away.

Somewhere softer. Somewhere before

He held onto the sweet memories of the past.

The lights were off, save for the yellow-orange glow of the lamp beside the bed. Gojo was tangled in the sheets, hair messier than usual, a hand lazily tracing circles over Geto’s bare chest.

There was no rush. No pressure.

The lights were off, save for the yellow-orange glow of the lamp beside the bed. Gojo was tangled in the sheets, hair messier than usual, a hand lazily tracing circles over Geto’s bare chest.

Just quiet warmth. A gentle rhythm of breath. The way their scents twined together in the air like something sacred and sweet.

"You smell like temple incense," Gojo had murmured, half-asleep, smiling into Geto’s shoulder.

"You smell like trouble," Geto had replied, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

Gojo chuckled — soft, sleepy. Then, he mumbled “Yours forever.” And Geto stupidly believed that and held onto that fantasy.

He now regretted not taking that leap to completely mate with Gojo when he had him. Instead his marks were subtle, affectionate- they relied on the knowledge that they were perfect for each other.

Immature of him.

Gojo is screaming now. Mindless.

His thighs shake, body trembling beneath the force of the other's thrusts. He had one hand tangled in his hair, yanking his head back so the camera gets every second of his delirious expression.

“Fucking forget him,” You growl. “He never made you feel like this.”

“N-No—he—he didn’t, Alpha—!” Gojo sobs, and the tears on his cheeks sparkle under the camera’s light. “You’re better—always better—!”

Geto flinches.

Gojo was asleep on his chest now. Breathing even. Lips parted, limbs wrapped around him like he was afraid of being taken away.

Geto had watched him for hours. Thinking about how fragile it all was.

He remembered the moment he realized he loved him. And how terrifying that had been.

He’d said nothing.

And maybe that’s where he’d lost him.

Gojo’s voice breaks. His body spasms.

He’s not even looking at the camera anymore.

He’s looking up at him.

He used to look at Geto like that.

Geto’s hands are trembling.

He doesn’t pause the video.

He can’t.

He sits in silence, bathed in the glow of a past that’s been rewritten by your hands. And all he can think is:

“He was mine. He was—”

But he doesn’t finish the thought.

Because it doesn’t matter now.

Gojo whimpered. Then it hits—his entire body locked as his orgasm slams through him, untouched, unstoppable, leaving him gasping and sobbing as his release coats both him and the Alpha's stomachs.

You don't stop.

Not when he shakes.

Not when his eyes roll back.

And especially not when he moans like he’s never known pleasure before.

Then you sank your teeth into his neck—deep, brutal, claiming.

Gojo screamed—a raw, helpless sound that cracked Geto open.

The Alpha raised his head. Blood glistening at his lips. Bite fresh and unmistakable.

“Do you see him now?” you whispered into the camera. “This is mine.”

Your grip tightened on Gojo’s as he writhes, too lost to realize he’s still being filmed.

"He doesn’t even remember you,” you said softly. “But I want you to remember this.”

You zoomed in.

Slow. Deliberate.

Until Geto saw nothing but the mark. The bruised, bitten, bleeding place where his bond used to be.

Now overwritten.

Claimed.

Erased.

---

The screen went black

Geto still didn’t move.

The phone, slick with sweat, cut into his hand.

He already saw it when he blinked.

He could replay it. Didn’t need to.

Gojo’s sobs. The way he begged. The way he arched into your arms like they were home.

Mine, you said.

And you looked into the camera like you knew.

Like it wasn’t just about fucking Gojo.

It was about breaking Geto.

And it worked.

He dropped the phone.

It hit the floor with a dull, final-sounding thud.

No tears.

He leaned back against the wall. Breathing like it hurt.

Not yet.

He could hate Gojo.

But they were there. Waiting.

You, the Alpha who stole him.

But he didn’t. He hated you.

You, who marked over him like he was disposable.

You, who sent this like a trophy.

His hands curled into fists.

Nails bit into skin until blood welled in small, furious crescents.

And finally, he whispered— Just one, quiet sentence. No louder than a breath:

“…You’ll regret that.”

[apricot-blossomss]

Is it okay if I ask what type of s/o would the Gods be into? I find that really interesting and would like to hear your opinion since I really love your writing <3<3

This request came just right, bc I really want to write but I'm mad busy rn, and this was a lot of fun! so I kinda wrote for ... everyone.

If you're conventionally attractive, you are in Zeus' dating pool. You're exceptionally beautiful? I'm so sorry. Once he has set his eyes on you, you are not safe anywhere. There is no other factor that matters, except maybe if you're exceptionally hospitable and kind to guests, which might attract his attention. Which is not a good thing.

Poseidon would love someone unpredictable, someone who never gets boring and never fails to surprise him or catch him off guard. He'd love the excitement of it all and is generally pulled to exciting and outgoing people, but also people who are more introverted but break out of their shell at unexpected times.

If Hades had a type, it would for sure be someone a little more ... alive than him. He's clearly going for that opposites attract thing, just look at Persephone. Also, I reckon he'd like someone who can stand up for themselves, as standing up to his brothers was always very hard for him and he would admire you greatly for it.

Demeter would like someone who is humble, orderly and respectful and appreciative of the beauties of nature. Someone who finds joy in the little things and never fails to call their grandma for her birthday.

To be honest- you don't have a romantic chance with neither Hera nor Athena, Artemis or Hestia. Though I thought it would be fun to make some platonic headcanons for what kind of mortal they would take interest in in a platonic way.

Hera admires loyalty, it doesn't even have to be to a spouse, it can also be your family or friends. Also, she appreciates people who remain strong even in the face of long term hardships or anguish, and it might earn you her favor. It's not that she pities you, but that she admires your strength to keep fighting. Also, she'd love to talk shit about men with you as much as the next goddess...

Artemis isn't about the whole opposites attract thing. As with Orion, she is likely to make friends with someone who shares her interests, as she also surrounds herself with her huntresses. She loves to talk about hunting and the wild and would like someone who isn't afraid to get themselves dirty. If you're a guy, it's pretty hard to get in her good grades though.

Athena is all in for academic weapons. Critical thinkers, challenging the status quo and earning great archivements. Someone she could have an intellectual conversation with, who offers new points of argument and is able to hold their own in an argument, she is the goddess of warfare after all...

I don't think there is anyone Hestia doesn't like, though she would favor people who spend a lot of time with their family and are kind and hospitable to others. Kindness to strangers is something she very much appreciates.

Apollo doesn't really have a type. His mortal lovers are symbolic for his creative inspirations, so he would not settle for a type but be all over the board. The variety of his lovers concludes that Apollo isn't looking for a specific kind of person. He simply watches or spends time with someone and BAM he's completely and utterly in love. He does love himself an artsy spouse though.

Ares needs someone calm and peaceful- it might seem a little contradictory, but Ares needs someone to ground him, to listen to him and provide the calm for his storm. Actually, he's all for domesticity, though a hot love affair doesn't turn him away either. If his spouse had a strong personality and could stand up for themselves, he would really respect that, but he would also be your guard dog if that wasn't the case. Ares just needs someone to love him unconditionally, quite like the next god on the list.

Not to be disrespectful but Hephaestus does not care who you are, he's just happy with someone who treats him with dignity. Be kind to him and he is putty in your hands. After all his family put him through, he'd also appreciate someone to rant about them to, who can also sit in silent understanding with him at other times. But honestly, he isn't setting the bar very high.

Not to call her vain, but you would have to be insanely beautiful to be on Aphrodites radar. She simply considers herself too good to spend her time on anyone who isn't pleasing to her eye- and that really cuts down the pool of potential lovers. Also, she would only stay around for someone who is ready to give their full attention to her at all times, she is a very demanding lover.

I think Hermes would want someone who is able to keep up with him, but also root him when he overdoes it a little. It would take quite a lot for him to actually stick around, because for him to make time in his busy schedule, he'd have to be head over heels in love.

Dionysus would probably not have a specific type either, simply because he wouldn't want to cut short his dating pool. Though he would like someone who is able to let loose at least sometimes and surrender to his pull of madness and ecstasy.

Extra: Eros would mostly go for someone attractive, but he wouldn't let that be the only factor. Just as the unpredictable and surprising nature of his arrows, Eros could fall for anybody, picking out a trait he loves about them and obsessing over it for the day (I'm thinking 'Someone New' by Hozier if you know what I mean).

[kupidachillea]

Could we have more Olympians x Reader? Maybe some slight nsfw and perhaps some time with Apollo?

Olympians x You (Hcs or imagines )

Author note: I usually do SFW but that doesn’t mean I don’t occasionally do NSFW if it’s light or not full on smut. I don’t think I’m brave enough for that and if I did I’d make a separate blog for it😭🙏 but I hope you enjoy

TW (trigger warning):This may have a few Yandere themes in it. And while the Olympians themselves aren’t really yanderes- they do share similar tendencies considering their myths. Please note that this isn’t completely accurate to their mythology- but it’s just a bit of fun so please take no offence and be nice in the comments.

CW (content warning)⚠️: readers either18+ (to read this I mean). This work contains NSFW themes, mentions of nudity, molesting and sexual harassment and assault, non-con, dubcon, toxic behaviour. General (hinted) Yandere behaviour, feeding of bodily fluids (blood[?])Reader’s discretion is advised.

⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE ⚠️

🏺- You had been growing use to it..if that was the right term. Perhaps not ‘use to’ it but more along the lines of growing more accustomed to it. Being on Olympus wasn’t exactly all fun and games.

🪡- But of course you weren’t allowed to complain about it. You certainly weren’t allowed to complain when one of them would suddenly just pick you up and take you to their chambers. You already knew what that meant.

🏺- You’d find yourself pinned under one more more god, their hands caressing your body, their teeth leaving deep marks that you wouldn’t dream of calling ‘love bites’ there wasn’t nothing ‘loving’ about those bites. No matter how much they preach and repeat it.

🪡- Some days it would be one god after the other, other times you’d get a break. But there’s only some much a human can go through. One moment you’d be in the garden or somewhere with Hermes, his lips on your nether regions, sucking and licking at you while another moment you’d be bounced up and down on Ares while Aphrodite made out with you.

🏺- It made your head spin at times. Most times you were scared, who wouldn’t? It’s not like the men here had manhoods that looked anything like human..maybe an enough to look familiar in shape but still. Zeus was one such example, you actually remember begging him not to go through with it- afraid that the thing between his legs would split you in half but he would only laugh and hike your legs over his shoulders and whisper: “It’s okay little mortal.. we’ll do this as much times as we need for you to get accustomed to my size..”

🪡- Those words alone sent a shiver down your spine at the time. After that you weren’t able to walk properly for a few days. Not that the gods care, most of them found it funny. To see their little pet struggling to walk after such intense intimacy. “Poor thing, can’t even walk properly.” Poseidon would coo while watching you carefully ease yourself into the pool of water.

🏺- The sight alone made him excited and decided at that moment he wanted to help you ‘relax’…it wasn’t very relaxing to you. You would whimper as he sunk under the water and immediately attracted his lips to your hole.

🪡- Of course there were many instances like this but there were times where they did leave you alone and you did get time to yourself. Today was one of those days.

🏺- You were sat outside in the garden, fiddling with flowers and and grass blades. It was quiet for awhile and you actually had time to reflect on everything you’ve experienced. Sometimes it was good, other times it was bad..very bad and thought the Olympians tried to make you feel comfortable, you think that they don’t necessarily understand the word.

🪡- While you were thinking, you didn’t notice someone approaching you until a shadow of a man was cast over your body, blocking out the sun. You already knew it was one of the Olympians but you didn’t know which one until he spoke and that’s when you turned around.

🏺- “Ah, there you are, mortal..” Apollo spoke, a bright smile on his face as he crouched down next to you. “Relaxing in the garden I see..” He would mutter and you immediately got an off vibe..he wants something. As most of the gods did when they approached or summoned you, regardless you nodded to his statement as you fiddled with a petal of one of the asters that were growing in the garden.

🪡- Apollo smiled in response before speaking once more. “That’s good, that’s good..but perhaps you could relax with me? We could go to my chambers where no one would bother us…” The golden haired god spoke, his voice smooth as he held your chin between his larger fingers. You tried your best not to seem apprehensive at his request but you couldn’t exactly deny him..could you? You opened your mouth to try and voice your opinion but Apollo spoke before you.

🏺- “Please, my dear?” He pouted a bit, trying to make you agree and after a mental back and forth you reluctantly agreed. This made Apollo beam and he wasted no time in picking you up and dashing over to his quarters.

☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️

☀️- After Apollo got you situated and ‘comfortable’ in his room, he laid on the bed in the spot next to you.

🎵- You were quiet as you fiddled with your chiton and he tilted his head curiously. “Relax, my dear. It’s just us..” He spoke.. you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t the slightest bit charming. Apollo would shuffle closer to you and wrap his arms around your body. His fingers moving to caress your skin causing you to tense up a bit.

☀️- Apollo figured you’d still be apprehensive, but he thought he could get you to loosen up a bit. And so he continued to gently feel up your body, trying to coax you to relax a bit.

🎵- You were going to protest about the touching but Apollo quickly covered your lips with his own. He did this on purpose..wanting to silence your words that might ruin the moment. Your eyes widened and on instinct you tried to push him away, but he kept himself firmly against you. Kissing your lips and letting out a soft groan as his hand slipped under your chiton.

☀️- You obviously flinched, letting out a muffled squeak that caused the deity of light to chuckle. He could tell you were starting to slowly give in and kiss back, even if he could still feel the anxious beats of your heart. He decided to take things a step further.

🎵- Pinning you down to his bed and and moving his fingers to your hole. Teasingly rubbing his thumb over the opening as he moved his lips over to your neck, placing gently kisses as you whimpered. He then slowly fed you one of his fingers and bit his bottom lip at how your body tensed and gripped his index finger. He could never get tired of the way your body felt.

☀️- “There you go…that’s it…~” He would purr before adding another finger and scissoring your entrance then slowly pumping his fingers in and out. Curling them and stroking the spot inside you he knew would make you cry out. Your back arched a you whined, calling out his name as your hands immediately reached to grab for something..anything.

🎵- Apollo grinned and kissed your lips once more..adding a third fingers and moving them at a steady pace..not hard enough to hurt but not too slow either. All this was getting to him too but he wanted to focus on you mainly. For now at least…

☀️- He had you twitching and shivering from all the pleasure and the deity had drawn a few climaxes from you as well. You were panting and out of breath by the time he was done and he finally gave you a break..removing his fingers from your women out hole as he peppered your cheek with kisses.

🎵- “Mmm..such a pretty mortal..you did so well…you deserve a reward..” He would say before firmly pressing his lips against yours once more. At first you thought it was just a normal passionate kiss..but you suddenly felt a liquid like substance run down your tongue and down your throat.

☀️- Your eyes slightly widened as a slight burning feeling started to engulf your body. Your hands immediately reaching to try and push Apollo away, but he just groaned softly and caged your body between him and the bed. His tongue running over yours, sucking on the wet muscle and coating it with more of the golden liquid..

🎵- The more of this liquid he fed you the more your body started to feel like it was burning from the inside out. Your heart beating faster as the substance dribbled and leaked from the corner of your mouth. Tears burning in your eyes as you ingested every last drop he gave you.

☀️- Soon enough your heart stopped as you let out a muffled cry while Apollo gently rubbed your hips..pulling his lips away from yours and whispering that you’d be okay. He held you in his arms as you laid ‘dead’ for a minute or so before your heart started to beat once more; and Apollo smiled.

🎵- It was done..he had fed you his immortal blood..his ichor and now you’d never die. Or maybe you did..your old self..but that doesn’t matter now. What matters is that you’d never be able to escape them ever again..not even in death…they made sure of that.

Author note: Oof, sorry this took a long while. I’ll admit I wasn’t very focused and I procrastinated a bit. But on top of that I had things at home doing. Though I’m glad I finished it, usually if things take this long I like to post screenshots to show ppl I haven’t forgotten. I was just so slow to get this out. Sorry again but I hope this is to your liking, Anon! And to everyone else.

[thepigeonhasapen]

Finding Them When They're Trapped: Olympian Edition (NSFWish)

(I promise I'm working on requests but the horny bug bit ok)

🩷Aphrodite🩷

"Oh, darling, I'm afraid something simply tragic has happened. One of my suitors has taken advantage of me and left me like this!"

"...In your own bedchamber?"

Aphrodite waves a hand. As well as she's able to with the short chain connecting it to the bedpost anyway. "Sweetheart, it's sex. We don't need to apply logic to it."

"...I see." You sit next to Aphrodite, admiring the way the restraints draw her body into long, smooth curves. She wriggles in her chains, a deliberate enticement. An enticement too is the way she's looking at you, lashes fluttering and eyes locked sweetly upon your own.

"As I was saying..."

"Yes, yes, a horrible man left you tied to a bed and now I'm here to take advantage of that fact?"

"You do catch on quick, my dear."

⚔️Ares⚔️

Ares does not think this is funny. Unfortunately for Ares it is objectively pretty funny.

He glares at you from the bed, squirming against his chains. "Stop laughing and let me loose."

"I can't believe Aphrodite just left you like this!" You giggle. "I'm pretty sure she just straight up forgot you were here actually."

You can tell Ares is positively fuming about the whole thing. The headboard creaks as he yanks at the cuffs, but all the furniture upon Olympus is far too durable to break that easily. He glares at you once more and then sighs.

"Will you please set me free? I have something I wish to discuss with our dear Aphrodite."

Aphrodite has been so kind as to leave your favorite god naked, and you take advantage of this by resting your hand on his groin. You don't miss the sharp intake of breath when your skin touches his own.

"But it would be such a shame to let you go when I already have you here like this."

"I... be that as it may, I-" Ares's pupils blow wide with lust as you swing onto the bed to straddle his lap.

"Aphrodite isn't going anywhere. And-" You laugh. "Neither are you apparently."

"I suppose... my evening might still be salvageable after all."

🏹Artemis🏹

How embarrassing... to get caught in one of her own traps. Artemis is never going to live this down if anyone finds out about it. Too late for her, though, you've already found out about it.

"It's not funny! I just forgot where I set it, okay? Now let me down so we can both forget this ever happened."

Perhaps Artemis might be more intimidating if she wasn't blushing so fiercely. Oh yeah, and hanging upside-down by her ankle from a tree branch. That too.

"So if you're the prey, what's hunting you then? A deer? A bunny?"

You didn't think it was possible but Artemis blushes even harder. "Yeah, yeah, just get me down."

"Deal... but in exchange for not telling anyone about this, you'll owe me."

If looks could kill, not only would you be dead, you'd have been vaporized from existence. You start to walk away. "Or I guess you could just wait for somebody else to come by... Hermes, maybe?"

It doesn't take long for Artemis to break. "Okay, okay, deal! Now cut me loose before somebody sees."

As you're helping her down, Artemis shoots you another dirty look. "You’re just lucky I've got a soft spot for you."

🦉Athena🦉

One of the last places you expect to find Athena is stuck in a hole in the ground, but here you are. She looks up at you, visibly relieved to catch sight of you.

"Hail, Y/N. It would seem the Lady Artemis is leaving her pit traps strewn about the grounds. Again. I really must have a word with her about it. But first I require your assistance."

"Oh yeah? I hope you're not expecting me to carry you out of that hole." Look, Athena's like twice your size. You love her but it's just not gonna happen.

"No, nothing of the sort. If you could run to Hephaestus's workshop and fetch a ladder..."

You sit down at the edge of the hole, elbows resting on your knees. "I might do that. But to be honest, it's kinda hot seeing you be bested every once in a while."

"I was not bested. This was no battle of wills. This was my foolish half-sister being careless once again."

"Still... you being trapped is kinda doing it for me."

Athena sighs. "If you fetch me a ladder, I swear I will let you tie me up to your heart's content. Do we have an arrangement?"

"Done."

And you can't wait to take her up on that.

❄️Demeter❄️

"I'm going to kill that wretched foster brother of mine. We'll see if he can still throw his precious lightning bolts when he's encased in ice."

You've stumbled across Demeter cuffed to the railing of her balcony. You don't quite know what happened, but Zeus had something to do with it from the sounds of it.

"He told me I ought to get more sun! That it would be good for me! Put a smile on my face! Pah, as if there's anything to smile about upon this blasted mountain."

"Ahem," you say.

Demeter softens. "Ah... my apologies. Of course you give me cause to smile quite often."

"Would it make you smile if you said you looked cute in those cuffs?"

Demeter doesn't look in the slightest bit amused. "It most decidedly would not."

"Ah."

🍇Dionysus🍇

Dionysus had asked you to meet you in his vineyard but how strange, he doesn't seem to be here. Well, since you're here, you may as well look around. As you wander deeper through the plants, you hear rustling and the sounds of someone struggling.

He looks almost sheepish when you find him, half-buried in foliage with rogue vines twined around his limbs.

"Hey, so uh... there may have been a little... incident. Would you mind maybe lending a hand?"

"Don’t you have control over grapevines?"

"...These are special grapevines, yeah?"

And how kind of the vines to splay him out so beautifully. And to let him take off his cape first. And that all of his usual retinue is conveniently absent.

Dionysus shivers when you run a hand down his muscled chest. "And how exactly am I meant to help you if even a god as powerful as you can't set yourself free?" You stop just above where you're certain he wants you to touch him. "Shall I fetch someone to help?"

Dionysus whines when you remove your hand. "You’re such a damn tease, man! Just have your way with me already."

"I'm a tease? I'm not the one who's tied myself up in hopes of being ravaged."

"If you want we can switch places." Dionysus offers playfully.

"Hmm. Maybe later." You think you're gonna pass this up? Not a chance.

🪽Hermes🪽

You didn't expect to find the Messenger of the Gods tangled in a bunch of vines, but to be perfectly fair you're pretty sure he didn't intend for you to find him like that either.

"Oh, hi there, boss. I seem to have encountered a spot of trouble here but don't you worry, I'll be out in a jiffy."

He squirms, trying to free himself, but he's really just making the problem worse. Something he soon figures out when he sighs and looks helplessly at you.

"Don’t suppose you'd care to lend a hand?"

"Haha, oh alright," you manage through your giggles. "Hold on just a moment."

"Kinda can't do anything else," he points out.

You wade into the bushes, reaching for the vines that ensnare his wrist. Unfortunately, there's a bit more of them than you bargained for. One catches on your foot and you go tumbling forward, knocking both you and Hermes to the ground.

"Shit, sorry!"

But Hermes doesn't look as bothered as you thought he would. It's probably because your hand has landed squarely on his groin. You hadn't quite been sure if he was blushing before, but now he most certainly is.

He's not quite looking at you as he says, "You know it would really be a shame for you to let an opportunity like this go to waste, you know."

...He makes a valid point.

🔱Poseidon🔱

"Damn that blasted nephew of mine! I swear when I catch him, I'll- oh hello, dear! Would you mind helping your favorite sea god out of the predicament he's found himself in?"

You laugh. You can't help it; Poseidon looks absolutely ridiculous looking at you upside-down from the floor. Somehow he's ended up wrapped head to toe in chains, his arms pinned behind his back and his legs bound firmly together.

"What happened here?"

"That good for nothing nephew of mine, Hephaestus swore to me that he'd created chains so powerful that nothing could break them! I, of course, had to put such notions to rest. Nothing can overpower the might of the sea! Anyway, I uh..."

"So you let Hephaestus do this to you?"

You've never seen Poseidon look quite so flustered. "I, er... well, we don't need to linger on the past. Why don't you set me free and we can both go out to a nice dinner?"

"Not a chance, sea god." You drop to the floor beside him, greedily taking advantage of a sight you so rarely get to see. The might of Poseidon, bound. And looking quite handsome in his chains if you do say so yourself. "I think I've got a better idea than dinner."

It doesn't take Poseidon but a moment to catch your drift. "Ha! You best take advantage of the moment then because I don't imagine it'll be happening again."

Maybe. Or maybe Hephaestus will let you borrow these chains from time to time...

⚡️Zeus⚡️

It's funny... this situation that you've found Zeus in almost seems... familiar.

"Curses! Damnit... that blasted, darn Hephaestus... and my foul brother. I shall have both their heads for this, I swear..."

"Whatcha doin'?"

You've never seen the King of the Gods blush before. And certainly not so fiercely. "I um... well, I've run into a spot of bother. And it is entirely the fault of that wretched brother of mine. He insisted that these chains were unbreakable. Naturally, I had to show him the error of his ways. None can stand against the power of the heavens!"

Well, apparently being a cocky, arrogant idiot runs in the family. You drop to a crouch beside him, unable to keep the amused grin off your face. "And how's that working out for you?"

"Yes, yes," he huffs, "I can have a sense of humor like any other. You've all had your laugh. Now let me loose."

You reach down and squeeze between his legs, just enough that Zeus's eyes start to go hazy. He won't get mad at you for the imposition; he thinks far too much with his cock for that. "Oh, but I never get to top."

Zeus looks as if he's already having trouble formulating words. "Well... maybe just this once..."

Once? Not if you can help it.

[starm0onlight]

zeus: they got pickles on them.

y/n: they do!

hades: what if i don't like pickles.

y/n: just tell them not to put em!

hades: I've already placed my order.

y/n: mine don't have pickles, let's trade!

hades: you would do this for me?

y/n: absolutely!

hades:

y/n: ;3

hades: if you have enemies that need taken care of, you come to me.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Poseidon (and possibly Zeus separately pleasee) x plus size reader with body worship mayhaps?

A/n: Back on my Epic obession

•Poseidon body worship with a plus size!reader•

The ocean waves crashed against the rocky shore, the air heavy with the scent of salt and sea. You stood at the edge of the water, the moonlight casting a silvery glow over your skin. The wind danced through your hair as you closed your eyes, feeling the pull of the sea deep within your soul.

Behind you, a low, rumbling voice echoed through the night, sending a shiver down your spine.

“My queen,” Poseidon’s voice was a rich, deep baritone that seemed to resonate through the very ground beneath your feet. You turned, and there he was—tall, powerful, a god made flesh. His eyes, the color of the deepest ocean, bore into yours as he strode toward you, water droplets glistening on his bronzed skin.

He reached you in two long strides, his massive hands cupping your face as he lowered his mouth to yours. The kiss was deep, consuming, leaving you breathless as he pulled away, his thumb stroking over your cheek.

“Why do you hide yourself from me?” he murmured, his voice a gentle chiding, yet filled with tenderness.

Your cheeks burned, the familiar heat of insecurity prickling at your skin. “I… I don’t,” you whispered, but your eyes fell to the ground. Poseidon’s jaw clenched, his fingers tightening against your jaw, tilting your face back up to his.

“You do,” he said, a growl threading through his words. “You still don’t see yourself as I see you.”

Before you could protest, he stepped back, his hands gliding over your shoulders and down your arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He knelt before you, his large hands resting against your plush thighs as he gazed up at you, eyes dark and fierce.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice reverent. “Every inch of you is divine. Every curve, every dip, every valley—crafted by the gods themselves.”

His hands roamed up, cupping your hips and pulling you closer, pressing his lips to your stomach. He placed soft, lingering kisses there, his beard scratching against your sensitive skin. “These hips,” he murmured, his teeth grazing the soft flesh. “Made to bear my touch. To carry the weight of my love.”

His lips moved lower, tracing a line along your thighs, his hands massaging the soft flesh as he went. “These thighs,” he said, his voice husky as his mouth moved against your skin. “So strong. So perfect.”

You shivered, your knees buckling slightly as he continued to worship you, his lips trailing down to your calves, his large hands splaying against the back of your thighs, squeezing, holding.

“Do you know how badly I crave you?” he asked, his voice a rasp, his eyes blazing as he looked up at you from his knees. “Every night, every moment, all I think about is you. How soft you feel against me. How sweet you taste.”

He rose slowly, his hands gliding up your body, taking your dress with them until it slipped over your head, leaving you bare and trembling beneath the moonlight. Poseidon’s eyes roamed over you, a dark hunger burning in their depths as he reached for you, pulling you against him.

“My queen,” he whispered, his lips brushing over your ear. “You are mine. All of you.”

And as his lips claimed yours once more, his hands mapping every inch of your soft, beautiful body, you finally began to believe him.Poseidon’s lips moved down your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your skin as he trailed his way down to your collarbone. His teeth scraped against the delicate flesh, a low growl rumbling from his chest as his large hands roamed over your body, kneading and squeezing, exploring every inch of your softness.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice dripping with reverence. “So soft. So sweet.”

He dropped to his knees once more, his ocean-blue eyes dark and heavy-lidded as he looked up at you. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them apart as he pressed his face against your stomach, breathing in deeply. The sensation of his hot breath against your skin made you shiver, your legs trembling as he nuzzled you, his stubble grazing over the sensitive skin.

“Lean back,” he commanded, his voice a soft yet firm growl. “Let me worship you properly.”

You did as he asked, leaning back against the large, flat rock behind you, the cool stone a stark contrast to the heat of his hands. Poseidon grasped your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he spread you open before him, his gaze locked on your core.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with awe. “Every inch of you. Every. Single. Inch.”

He lowered his head, his warm breath ghosting over your inner thighs as he placed slow, deliberate kisses along the tender skin. His tongue flicked out, tracing a wet line up to the crease of your thigh before he nipped at the flesh, his teeth sinking in just enough to make you gasp.

“Mine,” he rumbled, his voice a dark, possessive rasp that shot straight through you.

His mouth moved closer, his thumbs spreading you open as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss against your folds. The warmth of his tongue flicked over you, a slow, deliberate caress that sent a shiver racing down your spine.

“Poseidon,” you whimpered, your hips shifting against his face, seeking more.

“Shh,” he soothed, his voice a hot breath against you. “Let me take care of you.”

He pressed another kiss, then another, his tongue parting your folds as he licked a slow, languid stripe from your entrance to your clit. The sensation was electric, a bolt of pleasure that had you arching against him, your fingers threading through his dark hair.

Poseidon groaned against you, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer, holding you in place as he devoured you. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, swirling around your clit before dipping lower, plunging deep inside you.

You gasped, your head falling back against the rock, your legs trembling as he continued his relentless worship. His tongue worked you skillfully, every flick and swirl designed to drive you higher, to make you forget everything but the feel of his mouth on you.

“Gods,” he murmured against you, his voice thick and reverent. “You taste like the sea. Sweet and… perfect.”

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue circling the sensitive nub as he increased the pressure, his hands gripping your thighs tight enough to leave marks. Your hips bucked against him, a desperate whimper falling from your lips as he took you apart, inch by inch, with his mouth.

“Poseidon,” you gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair, your thighs quaking as the pleasure built, coiling tight and hot in your belly. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growled, his voice a low, gravelly command. “You will.”

And with one last, devastating flick of his tongue, you shattered, the pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave, pulling you under as his mouth worked you through it, drinking in every drop, every moan, every shuddering breath.

When you finally came down, your chest heaving, your body limp and spent, Poseidon pressed one last lingering kiss against your sensitive flesh before he lifted his head, his mouth glistening with your essence.

He met your gaze, his eyes dark and wild, his lips curling into a wicked, satisfied grin.

“My queen,” he purred, rising to his feet and capturing your mouth in a searing, possessive kiss. “You taste like heaven.”

•Zeus body worship with a plus size!reader•

The sky crackled with electricity, the storm outside echoing the intensity of the god before you. Zeus stood tall, his powerful frame backlit by flashes of lightning, his golden eyes fixed on you with a hunger that made your knees weak.

You swallowed, your heart racing as he closed the distance between you, his large hands finding your waist and pulling you against his hard, muscled body. You gasped, your palms pressed against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

“My goddess,” he murmured, his voice a deep, thunderous rasp that sent a shiver racing down your spine. “You are magnificent.”

His hands roamed over your hips, squeezing, caressing, reverent as though he were touching something divine. He leaned down, his mouth hovering just over your ear. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to have you like this?”

Before you could respond, his lips were on your neck, hot and insistent, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your skin. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, his tongue following in a soothing stroke.

“Look at you,” he said, his hands moving to your shoulders, sliding the straps of your dress down to expose your bare skin. The garment fell away, pooling at your feet, leaving you completely bare before him.

Zeus stepped back, his gaze raking over you, his eyes darkening as they took in every inch of your plush, curvy body. “A goddess,” he said, his voice thick with reverence. “My goddess.”

His hands found your breasts, cupping them, his thumbs circling your nipples in slow, deliberate strokes that sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core. “So perfect,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of each breast. “So beautiful.”

He dropped to his knees, his massive hands sliding down your sides, over your belly, to your hips. He squeezed, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh, groaning low in his throat. “These hips,” he said, leaning forward to press hot, wet kisses to your lower belly. “Made to take me. Made to bear my children.”

You shuddered, your hands tangling in his thick curls as he continued to trail kisses down your body. His tongue flicked out, tracing a path along the curve of your hip, his hands spreading your thighs apart as he settled between them.

“Lay back for me, goddess,” he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative. “Let me worship you.”

You did as he said, your back resting against the soft furs on the floor, your thighs trembling as Zeus positioned himself between them. He gazed up at you, his golden eyes molten, his expression fierce and reverent.

“You are perfection,” he said, his hands parting your thighs wider, exposing your soaked core to his hungry gaze. “Every inch of you, a masterpiece.”

Without another word, he lowered his head, his lips pressing a slow, lingering kiss against your folds. You gasped, your hips lifting off the furs as his tongue flicked out, tracing a wet, heated line up to your clit.

“Zeus,” you moaned, your fingers clutching his hair, your body arching beneath his mouth.

“Shh,” he soothed, his tongue circling your clit in slow, deliberate strokes. “Let me worship my goddess.”

He licked again, slow and torturous, the sensation sending a rush of heat pooling between your thighs. His hands gripped your hips, holding you still as he devoured you, his mouth moving over you in hot, wet strokes that had you gasping, writhing beneath him.

“Sweet,” he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl against your skin. “You taste so sweet.”

His tongue delved deeper, parting your folds, plunging inside you in deep, languid strokes that had you crying out, your thighs trembling against his shoulders. He growled against you, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice dark and possessive as he sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it in quick, merciless strokes. “Every inch of you. Mine.”

You cried out, your hips bucking against his face as he continued his relentless worship, his mouth working you with the skill and precision of a god. He feasted on you as though you were the only thing that could satisfy his insatiable hunger, his tongue delving deep, his lips wrapping around your clit as he sucked hard.

The pleasure built rapidly, a tight, coiling heat that spread through your entire body, consuming you. Your breaths came in quick, shallow pants, your body arching beneath his mouth as you teetered on the edge.

“That’s it,” Zeus growled, his voice a dark, sultry rasp. “Give it to me, goddess. Let me feel you come.”

And with one final, devastating flick of his tongue, you shattered, the pleasure exploding through you like a bolt of lightning. You cried out, your entire body convulsing as he held you down, his mouth never leaving you, his tongue lapping up every drop of your release as though he were a man starved.

When you finally came down, your chest heaving, your skin damp with sweat, Zeus lifted his head, his golden eyes blazing as he licked his lips, savoring the taste of you.

“My goddess,” he said, his voice thick with pride and possessive satisfaction. “You are everything.”

And the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing in the heavens and earth that mattered, you almost believed it.

[honeymyheaven]

Boz Apollo x Reader?

Apollo has to get up from bed but reader locks him back with their legs. Like as soon as he sits up, their legs immediately cage around him and pulls him back down.

a/n: love me some apollo requests ; there’s just something about the god of sun being so in love with someone that they call in sick to RISING THE GODDAMN sun

Apollo stirred beneath the warmth of the sheets. He sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, groaning quietly as he stretched.

But just as he began to rise, something soft and firm hooked around his torso—your legs, quick as lightning, caged him with precision. You clamped him back down with surprising strength for someone half-asleep.

“Apollo,” you murmured, voice still laced with drowsy mischief, “where do you think you’re going?”

His eyes were wide with surprise for a second before softening and leaning into your arms, gently kissing your forehead. “The sun isn’t going to raise itself.” He laughed against your skin.

You yawned and dragged him deeper into the warmth of the bed. He landed beside you, tangled in blankets, golden hair haloed on the pillow.

“For once,” you whispered, wrapping yourself around him, “let the world wait.”

Apollo’s laugh was low and reluctant. “You realize if I don’t rise, there will be chaos. Crops will die. Worshippers will panic.” You hummed and kissed his face, his eyes, his nose, his ears with each reason “Roosters will be... very confused.” His body eventually relaxed into your affection

“Roosters will cope,” you said, nuzzling into his neck. “You’ve spent centuries rising for everyone else. Stay a little longer…for me”

His breath hitched—not from your grip, but your words. And for once, the sun obeyed a different pull.

He stayed.

[cr33pz-mck3nna]

Reader: So you're saying... it's them but they're basically powerless?

Hermes: Yeah basically!

Reader: So....they can't...smite me or anything, right?

Hermes: Uh....no?

Reader: Great.

reader gets up and runs out

In the next room

reader barges in and turns to Poseidon

Reader: Your son is a fucking bitch!

turns to Zeus

Reader: You are a fucking bitch!

turns to Hades

Reader: And you are fucking lovely and your life is shit, please have a wonderful day!!

leaves

Hermes: ....meet my friend?

[dxrlingluv]

Pranking the other gods with Hermes as your partner and crime? 👉👈 Gender neutral pls!!

Thanks you

Partners

Summary : Pranking the gods with your partner in crime, Hermes.

A/N : Please do support me by joining my discord server, thank you! Hermes art belongs to Zieru.

WARNING : GN!Reader, Platonic relationship… or is it?

Word Count : 2.2k

The golden halls of Mount Olympus were, to put it mildly, a snooze-fest. Zeus was delivering his ten-thousandth lecture on the proper etiquette for thunderbolt appreciation. Hera was seen polishing her crown, occasionally shooting glares that could curdle ambrosia at anyone who dared breathe too loudly. Ares was sharpening a sword with such vigor it sounded like a chorus of angry cicadas. In short, it was just another Tuesday.

You were perched on a cloud, idly trying to teach a cherubic cloud-sheep to play fetch with a miniature lightning bolt—It wasn't going well – the sheep mostly just looked confused and slightly singed—when a familiar blur of winged sandals and an even more familiar grin appeared beside you.

"Bored, darling?" Hermes asked, already knowing the answer. He didn't so much sit as materialize in a state of relaxed readiness, one eyebrow arched in a way that screamed 'I have an idea, and it's probably against several divine decrees.'

"Hermes," you sighed, giving up on the sheep, which had now decided the mini-bolt was a chew toy. "If I have to listen to one more syllable about thunderbolt acoustics, I might actually volunteer for Sisyphus's rock-rolling duty. At least that's got a consistent rhythm."

Hermes snapped his fingers. "My dearest partner in potential pandemonium, you read my mind! Or, well, I read yours. Perks of the job. Anyway, this celestial serenity? It's offensively dull. I was thinking Olympus could use a little... redecorating." His eyes sparkled with the kind of mischief that promised laughter, chaos, and possibly a few minor divine tantrums.

"Redecorating?" you echoed, a slow smile spreading across your face. "Are we talking a new color scheme for the throne room, or something a bit more... interactive?"

"Oh, 'interactive' is my middle name," Hermes declared, puffing out his chest slightly. "Well, it's not, but it should be. I'm thinking a series of carefully curated experiences designed to liven things up. A festival of delightful disorder, if you will. And I, the God of Messengers, Thieves, and Excellent Ideas, require a co-conspirator of your particular genius."

And so, the Great Olympian Prank War was conceived, not with a bang, but with a shared smirk and the rustle of winged sandals itching for action.

Phase One: The King's New Squeak Toy

"Alright," you whispered, huddled with Hermes behind a particularly fluffy cloud that offered excellent surveillance of Zeus's private study. "Target number one: Papa Zeus. The man takes himself more seriously than a philosopher contemplating the meaning of a particularly stubborn olive."

Hermes nodded, already vibrating with barely contained energy. "The plan is simple, yet elegant. We swap his Master Bolt – the big, dramatic one he uses for emphasis – with... this!" He produced, with a flourish, a gigantic rubber chicken. It was bright yellow, had googly eyes that seemed to follow you, and when squeezed, emitted a sound that was less 'mighty thunder' and more 'strangled duck.'

"Perfection," you breathed. "But how do we create a diversion? He guards that bolt like Cerberus guards... well, you know."

Hermes winked. "Leave that to your friendly neighborhood speedster. You just be ready for the fallout. I predict a seventy percent chance of divine apoplexy, twenty percent confused sputtering, and a solid ten percent chance he actually finds it funny. Nah, who am I kidding? Zero percent on that last one."

True to his word, Hermes was a blur. One second, Zeus was admiring his bolt, the next, he was distracted by a sudden, inexplicable infestation of hyperactive squirrels — a Hermes special delivery — in Hera's nearby rose garden. The ensuing shrieks and calls for extermination provided the perfect window. Hermes zipped in, made the swap, and was back by your side, dusting off his hands, before Zeus even noticed the squirrels were, in fact, an illusion.

Later that day, during an emergency council meeting called to discuss the "grave threat" of the phantom squirrels, Zeus prepared to make a thunderous proclamation. He raised his hand, a dramatic pause filling the hall. He opened his mouth, ready to unleash verbal fury and a crackle of lightning...

SQUEEEAAAK!

The sound echoed. Zeus stared at the rubber chicken in his hand as if it had personally insulted his entire lineage. Poseidon, mid-sip of his saltwater smoothie, choked and sprayed a fine mist over a horrified Demeter. Apollo outright howled with laughter, falling off his sunbeam. Athena, ever composed, merely raised an eyebrow, though the corner of her mouth twitched.

"WHAT," Zeus bellowed, his face turning a fascinating shade of purple that clashed spectacularly with the yellow chicken, "IN THE NAME OF TARTARUS IS THIS?!"

Hermes, leaning against a pillar and buffing his nails, called out innocently, "Having some technical difficulties, Father?"

You had to stuff your fist in your mouth to keep from exploding with laughter.

Phase Two: Aphrodite's Azure Adventure

"Next up," you said, consulting the "Master Plan of Mayhem" you'd scribbled on a spare piece of ambrosia-scented parchment, "Aphrodite. She's been a bit too smug about her new 'Glow of Eternal Perfection' skin cream."

Hermes tapped his chin. "Ah, yes. The one that supposedly smells like 'a thousand dawn-kissed roses and the tears of unicorns who've just won the lottery.' We can do better."

Your grin was positively wicked. "I was thinking something a little more... vibrant."

The plan involved a delicate operation: replacing Aphrodite's prized cream with a concoction of your own. It still smelled divine, but it had a secret ingredient: a highly concentrated, fast-acting, but entirely harmless dye that would turn skin a brilliant, shimmering cerulean blue.

While Aphrodite was engrossed in a heated debate with Eros about the proper trajectory for love arrows: "Aim for the heart, not the kneecap, darling! It's about romance, not orthopedic surgery!"

Hermes, moving like a whisper, made the switch. He even left a tiny, complimentary "sample" of the blue goo for Ares, labelled "Macho Man Muscle Rub - Extra Potent!"

The results were spectacular. Aphrodite emerged for the evening symposium looking like a very surprised, very beautiful Smurf. There was a collective gasp. Hephaestus, her ex husband, actually dropped his hammer.

"My... my glow!" she shrieked, catching her reflection in Apollo's polished lyre. "I'm... I'm BLUE!"

Dionysus, never one to miss an opportunity for revelry, immediately declared, "Blue is the new gold, my dear! Utterly divine! A bold statement! You're a trendsetter!" He then tried to convince everyone to paint themselves blue in solidarity, an idea that was met with mixed, but mostly horrified, reactions.

Meanwhile, a distant roar of "HERMES! YOU INSIGNIFICANT GNAT! MY PECS ARE THE COLOR OF A FORGET-ME-NOT!" echoed from Ares's training grounds.

You and Hermes shared a high-five, nearly collapsing with silent laughter behind a statue of Hestia, who simply shook her head with an air of long-suffering amusement.

Phase Three: Hades Gets a Hobby

"Okay, this one's a bit more challenging," you mused, tapping the parchment. "Hades. He's not easily ruffled. And frankly, a bit scary."

Hermes waved a dismissive hand. "Nonsense! Uncle Hades just needs a little... brightening up. A new passion! A hobby!"

"And what hobby did you have in mind for the Lord of the Underworld?" you asked, skeptical.

Hermes's grin was pure, unadulterated mischief. "Competitive flower arranging."

It took some doing. First, Hermes had to "acquire"—he insisted it was a long-term loan—several crates of the brightest, most cheerful flowers from Persephone's secret garden in the Underworld – much to her initial confusion and eventual begrudging amusement when she figured out who was behind it. Then, you both snuck into Hades's throne room—which, surprisingly, had excellent acoustics for dramatic pronouncements but terrible lighting for floral artistry.

You carefully arranged the flowers into elaborate, almost aggressively cheerful bouquets, placing them on his obsidian throne, his desk of damned souls' paperwork, and even perching a particularly vibrant sunflower on Cerberus's middle head. The pièce de résistance was a giant banner you'd fashioned from black silk that was borrowed from Nyx and glowing phosphorus borrowed from... well, best not to ask, proclaiming: "HADES: OLYMPUS'S PREMIER PETAL PUSHER!"

When Hades next entered his domain, he stopped dead. He stared at the explosion of color. He stared at the banner. He stared at Cerberus, who wagged his tail, the sunflower bobbing merrily.

For a long moment, the only sound was the distant wailing of the tormented which was the standard Underworld ambiance. Then, a slow, creaking sound emerged from Hades. It took you a moment to realize he was... chuckling. A dry, rusty chuckle, like tombstones rubbing together, but a chuckle nonetheless.

"Flower arranging," he rumbled, picking up a daisy and examining it with a surprisingly gentle touch. "Persephone will be... intrigued." He didn't even seem mad. In fact, he looked almost... pleased?

Hermes looked at you, bewildered. "Well, that was unexpected. I was banking on at least a minor curse."

"Maybe he's got a secret soft spot for daisies?" you offered.

The Grand Finale: The Ambrosia Switcheroo

For your grand finale, you decided to go big. The annual "Feast of Eternal Boredom" — as you and Hermes had privately nicknamed it— was approaching. The highlight was always Zeus's toast, followed by the ceremonial sipping of the "Nectar of Unending Power," a beverage so potent it made mortals spontaneously combust. Allegedly; no one had actually tested it.

"This year," Hermes declared, rubbing his hands together, "the Nectar of Unending Power will have a little... extra kick."

Your "extra kick" was a carefully brewed potion, with ingredients sourced from Hecate's 'for experimental use only' shelf, thanks to a very fast Hermes, that had a peculiar side effect: for one hour, everyone who drank it would speak only in rhyming words. And, for an added dash of fun, their hair would temporarily change to the color of their deepest, most secret admiration.

The feast was in full swing. Gods and goddesses mingled, blissfully unaware of the impending poetic and chromatic chaos. Zeus stood, raising his goblet. "To Olympus!" he boomed. "May our power never fade, and our enemies always be afraid!"

He drank. The other gods followed suit.

A moment of silence. Then Apollo, his golden hair suddenly streaked with the vibrant purple of something you could almost hint as a Hyacinth, blinked and said, "My lyre feels quite absurd, I've just spoken a rhyming word!"

Pandemonium.

Hera, whose usually brown hair was now a shocking shade of peacock blue—matching her favorite bird, not Zeus, notably— shrieked, "Oh dear, what is this curse I feel? This rhyming speech is so unreal!"

Ares, his hair an unsurprisingly shade of soft pink, roared, "By my spear, this is a fright! I cannot seem to speak things right!"

Aphrodite, whose own hair was now a mosaic of colors reflecting at least three different minor deities and a particularly handsome satyr, giggled, "My beauty shines, a vibrant hue, though rhyming words feel strange and new!"

Even Hades, whose hair remained stubbornly black (some secrets are best kept in the dark, apparently), grumbled, "This feast has gone quite off the track, I wish these rhymes I could take back."

You and Hermes, who had cleverly substituted your own drinks with plain nectar, were nearly in tears from trying to suppress your laughter. Hermes's hair had a faint shimmer of H/C, and you noticed your own had a distinct golden brown mirroring his. You both caught each other's eye and quickly looked away, a new, unexpected warmth blooming alongside the mirth.

The sight of the most powerful beings in the cosmos struggling to express themselves in iambic pentameter while sporting hairdos that revealed their innermost affections was, by far, your greatest masterpiece.

The Aftermath

The rhyming eventually wore off, as did the technicolor hairstyles—though not before several embarrassing admissions were accidentally poetically declared. Olympus was in an uproar, but beneath the bluster, there was an undeniable lightness. For the first time in centuries, the gods had been genuinely, thoroughly surprised.

Zeus, after a week of demanding to know who was responsible—and secretly enjoying the fact that Hera's hair had not turned thunderbolt-yellow(seriously when will Hera get the happy marriage she deserves), eventually just sighed and ordered a new batch of nectar, "And for Olympus's sake, Hermes, make sure this one isn't... lyrical."

You and Hermes became legends, the Bonnie and Clyde of divine buffoonery. Whenever boredom threatened to settle over Olympus, a nervous energy would ripple through the halls. Gods would check their ambrosia, guard their symbols of power, and eye their hair with suspicion.

"You know, darling" Hermes said to you one evening, watching a particularly spectacular sunset paint the clouds, "we make a pretty good team."

"That we do, Wing-Foot," you replied, bumping his shoulder. "So, what's next on the agenda? I hear Poseidon's been getting a little too proud of his trident lately..."

Hermes's grin was blinding. "My thoughts exactly, partner. My thoughts exactly."

And as the stars began to prick the darkening sky, the universe seemed to hold its breath, wondering what delightful chaos the two of you would unleash next. Because with Hermes as your partner-in-crime, life was never, ever dull.

[mannythemunchkin]

ZEUS AND POSEIDON AFTERGLOW/AFTERCARE

🔞18+ MDNI🔞

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 it✌🏼 enjoy the fluffy post-filth with the two gods.

This is a smol gift to the amazing @theproverbialpen 🧡

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.

“No worries, little spark. We're done for the night, we promise.” 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. “Indeed. We wouldn't want to exhaust you any further than we already have.” 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.

“You're so beautiful like this, my gem… absolutely breathtaking.” 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. “Little one, rest.” 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.