#hermes!reader

[ananiel]

Hello hello people, as promised i am writing the circe fic, here It is ready and all for You to enjoy, and the next will be the angelico fic as promised, now If anyone has any ideas of who i should write for i am open for sugestions!

Tw : mention of killing, yandere themes, dark content

Read at Your own risk!

Yandere genderbend circe x hermes!reader

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The first time you landed on his island, Circe tried to kill you.

It was instinct—something feral and unthinking, a reaction to the unwelcome presence of another god invading his solitude. His staff had been raised, his lips had begun to form the words of a spell that would twist your form into something small and weak, something lesser.

But you had only laughed.

Not out of arrogance. Not out of defiance. But something light, something effortless.

A laugh like the sound of the wind through the trees, like the sea kissing the shore.

Like you belonged anywhere and everywhere.

And somehow, Circe had found his hand lowering.

Somehow, he had found himself listening when you spoke.

Somehow, you had stayed.

And then you had returned.

Again.

And again.

Bringing messages, trinkets, news of the outside world. Sometimes, you simply came to rest. To stretch your wings beneath the sun, golden and glimmering, an unnatural thing in a place like this, but beautiful all the same.

Circe had watched from a distance at first, wary, suspicious.

But time passed, and he found himself accustomed to you.

To the rustling of your wings.

To the way you smiled at the waves.

To the easy way you moved through his world without fear.

It was unnatural, how quickly you settled into his life.

How quickly he let you.

It took him far too long to realize that he had begun waiting for you.

That when the wind whispered of a visitor, he looked up hoping it would be you.

That he had begun offering things to you.

A goblet of fine wine. A meal prepared with his own hands. Trinkets left in the places you liked to sit.

It was subtle at first. Nothing you would question. Nothing he would have to acknowledge.

And when you took them—when you smiled, accepted, thanked him with that easy warmth that no other god had ever given him—he felt something simmer.

It was not enough.

It would never be enough.

And then, one day, as you stretched in the sun, arms raised above your head, you sighed and spoke.

“I pity poor Penelope.”

Circe did not care about mortal women. Did not care for the stories of the weak things that men left behind. But he knew that name.

The wife of Odysseus.

The mortal that Odysseus had abandoned.

He said nothing, only watched you, only waited.

You looked at him then, smiling, eyes thoughtful.

“She waits for him, you know. It’s been years, but she waits. I try to help Odysseus when I can, speed his journey along. It’s the least I can do.”

Something snapped.

It was a quiet thing, a slow-burning thing, but it was there, sinking into his skin like poison.

You—his Little careless bird—helped him?

Odysseus? That wretched man?

A king, a warrior, a fool?

Circe said nothing, only hummed in response. But later, when you flew off, when your wings spread wide, catching the sun, he followed.

Not in body.

But in magic.

In whispers and scrying spells, in the soft pull of the world that told him where you would be.

And when he saw you laughing with Odysseus, offering guidance, speaking to the man as if he were worthy of your presence—

Circe ached.

With jealousy. With rage. With the unbearable knowledge that you would always be free.

That if you wished to leave him, you would.

That if you wished to never return, he would have no way to stop you.

No way—

Until he saw it.

A single, delicate feather, knocked loose by the wind, drifting from your wings to the earth below.

Circe’s hand shot out, grasping it before it could be lost.

Soft. Perfect. Yours.

It would be enough.

It would be everything.

And so he worked, pouring over ancient texts, whispering incantations into the dead of night, weaving a spell so deep, so tangled with fate that even you—a god of motion, of freedom, of sky and wind and sun-would not escape him.

You would never know.

Never notice the invisible thread that tied you back to him, that pulled you closer when you strayed too far.

Never know how often he watched, how often he waited.

And when you returned, unaware of the magic that now bound you, Circe smiled.

For the first time in an eternity, he felt at ease.

Until you spoke of Odysseus again.

Until you sighed and said, “I hope he makes it home soon.”

And Circe realized—

Odysseus had to die.

Not just Odysseus.

All of them.

Every foolish mortal that stood beside him, that traveled with him, that took your time, your words, your attention.

He would turn them into pigs.

He would end them.

And when he was done—

You would only have him. And who knows, with the free time that You now had maybe he could finally, finally take It a step further, yes...

He could provide everything You wished for in this island, he's sure anyone would love to settle down here...

Even If that settle down means a broken Wing, he will get YOU to come home, his home, Your home.

[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.

[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

[calypso-apologist]

Could you do Hermes and/or Apollo head-cannons if there s/o is like a princess but her father (the king) was both verbally and physically abusing her thx :)

tumblr user arsonist123 really making me reconsider adding the heart after every post's title but i'm commited to the aesthetic

Hermes and Apollo with an abused princess darling ♡

Hermes

Hermes is the type of guy to straight up kidnap you. Consensually, of course. If you'd let him, he would absolutely just pick you up and fly off, giggling loudly.

But of course, you're too kind for this world despite all the suffering and hardships you've endured and you don't want to leave the people in your kingdom with the tyrant king.

It's adorable, of course, but come on, the kidnapping thing would've been so much fun!

Still, Hermes adores your cute self too much to just go against your wishes like that. And so he starts to think of a plan to get you to himself. He might be getting some tips from Athena, but he decides those are too boring. And then he has the brilliant idea to ask Zeus for help.

Because asking Zeus about romance obviously always works well.

Still, no matter who helped, Hermes did come up with a plan! Sort of.

His plan is to quite literally scare your father shitless. He uses his role as the Messenger God and delivers your father a very scary (and very fake) prophecy from Apollo himself. Yes, he got his help to write it. To make it more believable.

And then cashed in a few favors, getting Zeus and Poseidon to cause some nasty storms around your island. Maybe some shitty crops if Demeter agrees to help. And maybe a tiny plague with Apollo's help.

And the "prophecy" clearly states your father has to give up his crown to you and leave the palace to live as a beggar among his people.

And it also includes you making a visit to a certain god's temple to get his blessings and so the curse placed on your land is undone. A temple that belongs to someone who's not afraid to... send a message.

Of course you go to his temple, knowing damn well who the "prophecy" was about. And you confront him about it, flicking his nose.

"You've made the whole prophecy thing up, didn't you, Hermes?"

You only get laughter in response.

Apollo

When he learned that his precious little ray of sunshine is getting hurt, he comes up with a plan.

Now, of course, he'd be delighted to simply shoot your father, but that would put you at risk of being given away to one of your suitors.

The suitors you, of course, keep refusing, absolutely enamored with the God who composes songs and speaks poetry just for your ears each night.

And so, he plans to free you in a way that you'll probably consider very sweet and romantic.

He disguises himself as an artist, a musician, who wishes to work in your father's palace and asks for your hand in marriage.

Of course, while your father laughs at him marrying you, he does enjoy music, so he lets the mysterious man stay and play for him.

He is immediately the only one you care about, sneaking away whenever you can. You're happy! You're just so happy that he's there, always giving you that soft, adoring look as he subtly serenades you, his words so masterful that only you understood, everyone else assuming his songs were about the beauty of nature.

Eventually, even if it takes weeks or maybe even months, he softens your father's heart and asks again to have you as his bride.

It's worth noting that with just how your father has grown to adore the new musician, he's also stopped harming you in any way, easily soothed into sleeping if he was nearby, charmed by Apollo's words.

And then, once the king finally agrees, Apollo reveals himself as the god of music and poetry, taking you away from your father's kingdom...

And then he still shoots him, of course.

[starm0onlight]

Apollo: Hermes.. what do you have here?

hermes: n-nothing! just my normal mortal cat!

y/n disguised as a cat: meow meow faggot meow.

Apollo: oh good- WHAT DID IT JUST CALLED ME!?-

[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).

[kaechu1]

I'm bored so here is a little scenario with different epic characters if you tell them: "would you still love me if i was a worm?"

Telemachus

"worm? why a worm? and you're not a worm my love you're the most beautiful person i ever known-" he'll keep yapping about how much he loves you and how beautiful you are you'll get diabetes from his sweetness.

Antinous

"i don't even love you in your normal form why would i love you as a worm?" he's Antinous what did you expect?

Penelope

she'll laugh a little at your silly question before answering with smile "if you were to be a worm, you'll be the cutest worm ever and I'll take good care of you. of course I'd still love you"

Odysseus

"a worm? doesn't matter because I'll still love you even if you were a cute little worm" he said this seriously btw.

polites

"a worm? but you're way too cuter as you are now! I'd prefer you not turning into a worm, even tho, I'll always love you!" he's the sweetest man to exist, you could be a cockroach and he'll still love you

eurylochus

"why are you asking me this..." he's way too tired for this kind of bullshit, he'll say yes tho but with a tired tone.

Hermes

he's the one asking you this, and you better say yes.

Athena

"what?" she was confused on why tf you would ask her that, you won't get an answer tho because she can't understand the meaning of this, are you messing with her?now she knows why she's been avoiding relationships for decades. great job.

Poseidon

"a worm- babe haven't i not been giving you enough dick? why on all the seas you're asking this??" he's confused and mad. run.

[betterthanyalls]

hi!

can i request for a hermes x gn!reader x odysseus? :)

i was thinking that maybe reader is already a friend of odysseus, like a childhood friend maybe or a neighbor/citizen of his kingdom and has known him for years

reader liked ody but ody already has penelope so they arent flirting anymore but when hermes shows up and starts taking readers attention for himself that's when ody starts to get a little jealous maybe? aaa sorry it has been a while since ive requested anything - i hope its not too specific ;v;

i just thought it would be fun to see witty banter battles and playful snark ^^"

I have spent my entire day throughout school and home to work on this so i am very sorry for any mistakes or if its bad, i was speed running before i eepy, also i tried to make reader x odysseus more platonic cus he got penelope yk? ALSO NGL THIS WAS VERY FUN TO WRITE HEHEHEH

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Divine Intervention

Hermes x GN!Reader x Odysseus [p]

EPIC: The Musical ~ Oneshot ~ Fluff

Words: 2.1K

Published: 11-5-2024

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A gentle puff of air blew through the vacant meadow, flowers brushing each other in a picturesque view. Within the center of the field, two souls lied together, laughing and gazing at the clouds with imagination. 

“That one reminds me of Argos,” Odysseus pointed up to a running puff of white above that loosely resembled said dog. “Oh, I see it!” Penelope grinned, her smile shining brighter than Helios. A short distance away, under the shade of a tree, sat the best friend of the couple. With their backs against the tree, Y/n watched on emotionlessly. Their mind felt blank; witnessing the source of their love showing admiration to somebody else delivered a new type of pain to their chest. Y/n felt lost. Would they never be the first choice? Odysseus had known them for the entirety of both their lives, but the moment he met Penelope, he forgot all about Y/n. He was head over heels, claiming he’d marry the princess before he turned twenty. Sure, they stayed friends, but that wasn’t enough for Y/n though they’d never admit it. Y/n couldn’t even blame Odysseus. Penelope looked like a goddess sent from Olympus. Anyone could mistake her for a divine being. 

With a silent sigh, Y/n prepared to push themself to their feet and take their leave. But a new presence stopped them from rising up. Looking to their left side, Y/n saw another figure sitting beside them. “Wow, really the third wheel, huh?” A cheery voice sounded from his mouth.

“Who are you?” Y/n asked, like any sane person would. “You mean you don’t recognize me? Your friend Ody would if you asked him,” the individual turned to face Y/n, giving them a good view of his identity. A metal helmet sat atop his head, adorned by smaller, brown, speckled wings. A mischievous grin was placed on his lips, with the rest of his face remaining covered by a shadow. Y/n leaned back slightly so the sun could pierce the shade better, revealing more of the man. A chiton made of the finest silk hung loosely from his shoulders, stopping at his knees. The male sat casually criss-crossed, his back propped against the same tree. A scepter sat on the ground beside him, holding two golden snakes and two glistening wings, power radiating off the item. Another point of interest for Y/n’s eyes were the sandals on his feet. Not in a footfetish type of interest, but intrigue with the fact wings fluttered like no big deal off the heels. Just as Y/n was going to breathe out his name, the guest spoke first. “Indeed, it is I, Hermes. God of messengers, travelers, luck, gambling, borders, animal husbandry, thieves, wit, speed, language, trades, commerce, athletes, merchants-”

The god continued rambling proudly about each of his domains as Y/n’s awe slowly fell into a deadpan. “I know you,” they cut off his boasting, not truly caring if it was rude. Thankfully, instead of being offended, the god merely grinned. “So, Y/n, what are you doing out here? Away from the party?” Hermes had a teasing tone in his voice, gesturing to the two lovers ahead of them. Odysseus and Penelope had no knowledge of a god offering company to their closest friend. Y/n wanted to ask how he knew their name, but they figured it was some divine power thing.

“Ody wanted to spend time with Penelope, but he was too nervous to come alone. So he dragged me along. But I don’t want to intrude on their moment together,” Y/n shrugged, looking at their friends.

The mischief god watched the mortal for a moment before a plan formed in his mind. “Well, I can’t let such a beautiful soul be alone, now can I?” Y/n turned to face Hermes, an amused yet confused smile on their lips. “I’m sorry?” They inquired, not sure if they understood his words correctly. In response, Hermes stood up and held his hand out to help the mortal up too. “If they have their moment together, then allow me to give you a moment for us.” The god had a gentle smile, keeping his hand out for them to grab. Raising an eyebrow, Y/n hesitantly took his offer and grabbed his hand. He pulled them up to stand beside him.

“So, where are we going?” Y/n asked, looking into the forest behind them. Hermes just laughed in excitement.

“You’ll see!”

And before Y/n could utter another word, the god pulled them close and took off racing through the trees. The world whipped past them at lightning speed. Trees, rocks, roads, towns—everything went by in a flash until suddenly it all paused.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n stepped away from the god. Their legs felt like brittle wood, threatening to give out at a simple breeze. Once they caught their breath, the mortal looked around to see them in the center stands of the nearby sports. Athletes were in the midst of competition down below, and nobody seemed to question two people just appearing. Hermes sat down on a stone slab and patted for Y/n to sit beside him. Doing so, the god offered them some grapes he may or may not have stolen from other mortals. “Did you choose this event just because you’re the god of athletes?” Y/n questioned  with a small laugh, taking a grape to eat and watching the sports continue. Hermes responded with his own laugh, beaming at the person beside him. “Would you leave if I said yes?” Y/n pretended to think for a moment before turning to face him with a hum. “No, but you better make this worth it,” they chuckled playfully, popping another grape to their mouth. ~~~~~ Hermes did truly make it worth it. So worth it that the two began going on adventures every day. From splashing around in rivers to exploring dark caves, the mortal and god’s friendship grew each day.

Anytime Y/n questioned themself in a mirror, Hermes would somehow maifest behind them to compliment their looks before going back to whatever job he had that day. “Dahling, you look gorgeous—beyond stunning, truly.” Was heard more than once

They would even find gifts sometimes, usually always stolen, waiting in their bedroom.

~~~~~

Currently, Y/n and the king of Ithaca were sitting in his bedroom, just talking like old friends. “So, you’ve been disappearing randomly only to come back in one state or another. Not to mention, you’ve been much more upbeat lately. What’s going on?” Odysseus interrogated with a grin. Y/n stayed quiet for a moment. Could they tell their lifelong friend about the new soul in their life? Odysseus had a raised brow, waiting for a response. “C’mon, you know you can tell me anything.” He offered with a calmer smile. Y/n’s expression softened, and they sighed, deciding to speak the truth. "I met someone,” they began, trying to form the correct words. Something in Odysseus’ eyes changed at this revelation. His posture stiffened just for a moment before returning to his previously relaxed state. “And who may this 'someone’ be?” The king continued, trying to get as much information as possible. With a quiet whisper, Y/n confessed. “Hermes...” Their lips held a bashful smile as they looked away from their friends' eyes. The friend in question paused, blinking slowly to process the information. “Hermes?! The god?!” He exclaimed with an open jaw. Y/n quickly shushed him, shoving their hands in his face. “Sh sh sh! Shut up! Not so loud,” they hissed, taking their hands away carefully once Odysseus nodded in agreement. “You know Hermes?” He continued to quiz. “Don’t you?” Y/n raised an eyebrow, thinking back to the first conversation with the god. Hermes said that Odysseus would know who he was.

“Well, yeah, I do. But I didn’t think you would too,” he tried to reason, although his point fell flat. “You don’t think a lot,” they retorted. Before Odysseus could try to fire back, a sudden breeze blew in from the open balcony. Looking over, a certain god stood against the stone railing with a familiar grin. “If it isn’t my two favorite mortals! If I wasn’t mistaken, I’d say I was the center of this discussion,” Hermes laughed, waltzing into the room. He ruffled Odysseus’ hair playfully before taking a stand next to Y/n.

“Hermes.” Odysseus brought a hand up to fix his hair. The god just laughed again, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s shoulder to give them a side hug. The narrowing eyes of the soldier didn’t go unnoticed by Hermes, brightening his smile.

“Hey Hermes,” Y/n greeted warmly.

Odysseus didn’t enjoy seeing his best friend so cozied up with another person. Even if that other person was a god who saved his life multiple times and also his great-grandfather. An idea began forming in his mind to get rid of the situation. “Y/n, I think I remember seeing a show taking place in the city. You and I can go see it now before it finishes,” the king offered, casting a victorious grin to Hermes as Y/n gave their own smile. “That sounds cool! Yeah, we can go!” Y/n moved away from Hermes' hug as the two mortals took their leave. Once they left, Hermes frowned and took his own leave back to his previous tasks for Olympus. ~~~~~ It didn’t take long for a secret war to begin. Every moment, Y/n was in between two opposing sides. They were either with Odysseus one day and Hermes the next, or they were sitting in between both males who kept trying to one-up each other, which would eventually end in arguments.

“I mean honestly, darling, why spend your time with such a brute when you could have someone as divine as I?” “BRUTE?!”

“Really, Y/n, he’s the god of lies. If anything, his words mean nothing compared to mine.” “Your entire reputation is a lie.” “Well, I guess it’s just you and me, Y/n—” “Oh, please. That’s more of a stress than a privilege.” “Did you hear something, dahling? Why, I can’t seem to hear anything below FIVE FEET.” “OH HOW MATURE—” “IT IS!!”

This took place almost daily, and it acted as peak entertainment for Y/n. ~~~~~ Today, unlike any other, Y/n and Odysseus sat quietly in a familiar meadow. However, the king was being unnaturally quiet. Turning to face their friend, Y/n spoke up.

“Ody, are you alright?” Concern was clear in their voice as they waited patiently. Odysseus didn’t make any notice of hearing their words for a minute before he finally answered.

“You’re replacing me.”

Those words caught Y/n off guard. Odysseus was looking at the grassy field around them rather than meeting his companions eyes.

“What? No, I’m not. What makes you say that?” They furrowed their eyebrows in worry, anxious for his reasoning.

“You spend more time with him,” he hissed, speaking of the god like venom on his tongue.

“Well, maybe, but-”

“BUT NOTHING! I’m supposed to be your best friend! Me! Not him. It’s us against the world; we agreed on that years ago.” Odysseus turned to Y/n with a deep frown, his eyes showing unease. He had been betrayed time and time again before; he couldn’t risk losing another friend.

Y/n stayed silent, stunned by his sudden outburst. Odysseus just looked back to the meadow, shame filling his soul. After a few moments, Y/n regained their bearings as sympathy and guilt covered their features.

“Ody,” they called softly, but he continued to look away. "Ody, look at me.”

Reluctantly, he looked over to his friend.

“Ody, I could never replace you. You are woven into my soul like a grapevine. Why do you think I would break our pact?” They spoke softly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Odysseus sighed, looking back to the ground. He felt so stupid for assuming they would hurt him too.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled gently, looking at them out of the corner of his eyes.

“It’s alright; I would do the same if I were you. I forgive you,” Y/n smiled warmly to him, earning a hesitant smile back from him.

~~~~~

After this whole incident, Odysseus stopped arguing so much with Hermes. Sure, the mortal still gave the god a few half-hearted glares, but they eventually learned to share Y/n’s attention.

The trio sat calmly on the balcony of Odysseus’ room, waiting for Penelope to arrive for a nightly get-together. The sun sank slowly below the horizon, offering a charming glow to the city.

“So, darling, how’d you manage to get such a feral man to calm down?”

“FERAL?!”

[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.

[floatyflowers]

Fathers Of Olympus[Dark Platonic Greek gods x Reader]

Apollo

You are the first daughter he has with a human so you hold a special place in his heart.

Tries to be the best father for you since day one in your life.

But not in the way you think.

Apollo would murder your mother, and as years go by, he will either curse your suitors until they die or kill them directly.

He even sided with the Trojans just because you fall in love with Achilles.

Apollo isn't only possessive in his romantic life but also in his platonic life.

He would punish you but he will surely destroy anyone who comes near you.

Hermes

He isn't a good father to begin with.

Like he discovered that you were his daughter when he tried to flirt with you, that was until your mother came and he recognized her.

Hermes then tried to fix his mistake, but it's too late as you were creeped out by him.

Not having the patience to deal with your stubborn attitude, he curses you.

And to break the curse you have to obey him and come with him to Olympus.

But when you still refuse, Hermes kidnaps you and locks you up in his temple.

He has decided to rehabilitate you to obey him.

Hades

Hades loves Persephone.

And you are his first child with Persephone, so of course he adores you.

You know that evil personality he is usually shown with? Well, he is actually a big softie towards you.

Hades only shows that evil personality to anyone who he sees as a threat to his family.

He gets jealous when Persephone spends time with you.

However despite Hades spoiling you, he never allows you to leave the underworld even when Persephone goes to visit her mother and wishes to take you with her.

As long as Zeus is alive, Hades is sure you will never be safe.

[dxrlingluv]

The way you write Apollo,Hermes and Telemachus is so good.. anyways...

Fem!reader x Hermes.. so basically, reader is one of Apollo's muses and Hermes kinda "steals her away" from his brother & Apollo is VERY pissed that his brother is flirting with one of his muses...

Poetic dilemma

A/N : Thank you so much! Those three are my favorites(and ody). Also… Hermes and Apollo fighting for you and your attention. What a dream, isn’t it? Hermes art is from Zieru, Apollo art is from Gigi!

WARNING : Fem!Muse!Reader, Hermes and Apollo is fighting for the reader.

Word Count : 926

The golden halls of Apollo’s temple usually rang with the harmonious strains of lyres, the rustle of parchment, and the occasional, perfectly timed dramatic monologue from the god himself. Today, though, you were finding it particularly hard to concentrate on anything but the sheer joy radiating from Apollo. He was currently perched on a marble pedestal, mid-recitation of his new ode to… well, himself, mostly.

"And then, with a flourish of celestial light," Apollo boomed, striking a pose, his eyes alight with inspiration, "I, Apollo, the radiant one, did cast my golden gaze upon the slumbering earth, awakening it with my glorious warmth!"

You smiled, genuinely happy to see him so immersed in his art. "Very… illuminating, Apollo! The warmth truly comes through!"

He beamed, soaking in your praise. "Ah, your appreciation! It truly fuels my divine fire!"

Just as he was about to launch into the next stanza, a sudden, soft whoosh of air brushed past you. Before you could even register it, a strong, playful arm wrapped around your waist, and you were lifted clean off your feet. A familiar, mischievous laugh echoed in your ear.

"Time for a change of scenery, little star!" Hermes's voice chirped, and the world outside the temple became a blur of clouds and sky.

You gasped, half in surprise, half in delight. "Hermes! What are you doing?!"

"Rescuing you from… well, just a change of pace!" he declared, soaring through a fluffy cloud bank, his winged sandals a blur. He held you securely, your feet dangling playfully. "Honestly, I just thought you might like a break. Plus," he winked, slowing to a more leisurely glide, "I'm much more fun than listening to him wax poetic about his own sun chariot for the fifth time today. Though, he does make it sound good."

You couldn't help but laugh, the wind whipping through your hair. "He's going to be furious!"

"Oh, he'll get over it," Hermes scoffed, doing a mid-air barrel roll that made you squeal with laughter. "He has, what, a dozen other muses. He won't even notice one is missing. Besides," he winked, "I'm much more fun than listening to him drone on about his own sun chariot for the fifth time today."

Meanwhile, back in the temple, Apollo was still mid-pose. "…and the mortals, awestruck by my unparalleled brilliance, did fall to their knees in… wait a minute." He slowly un-struck his pose. His eyes, which had been closed in dramatic contemplation, snapped open. He looked to his left. Then to his right. His brow furrowed.

"My muse?" he murmured. "Where is my muse?"

A beat of silence. Then, a terrifying, earth-shaking roar. "HERMES!" Apollo’s voice thundered, shaking the very foundations of Olympus. "YOU WINGED SCOUNDREL! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY MUSE?!"

Hermes, who had just landed you gently on a particularly soft cloud, winced. "Ah, speak of the devil… or rather, the sun god. He noticed quicker than I thought."

Apollo descended upon you both, radiating pure, unadulterated indignation. His golden hair seemed to crackle with divine fury, and his lyre, usually a symbol of harmony, looked dangerously close to being used as a blunt instrument.

"Hermes! You absolute scoundrel! You snatched Y/N! My inspiration! My lyrical genius! How am I supposed to compose my ode to the perfect shade of dawn without her insightful feedback on the nuances of 'rosy-fingered' versus 'crimson-tipped'?"

Hermes put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer with a cheeky grin. "Oh, lighten up, brother. We were just... on a field trip. For creative enrichment. Very avant-garde."

Apollo's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Hermes's arm. "Field trip? You're flirting with my muse! My property! This is an outrage! Do you know how long it takes to find a muse who truly appreciates the subtle brilliance of a well-placed caesura?"

You smiled, finding Apollo's passion endearing, even when he was this worked up.

Hermes, ever the provocateur, leaned in closer to you, whispering loudly enough for Apollo to hear, "He's just jealous, you know. My charm is simply irresistible."

Apollo gasped, a hand flying to his chest dramatically. "Jealous?! Of you?! The god of petty theft and glorified delivery services?! I am Apollo! God of music, poetry, light, and prophecy! I have no need for jealousy!" He then pointed a trembling finger at Hermes. "Release her at once, you winged hooligan! She has a symphony to inspire!"

You gently extricated yourself from Hermes's grasp, stepping forward with a smile. "Apollo, it's alright. Hermes was just... giving me a change of perspective. But I'm always happy to hear your latest works!"

Apollo softened slightly, though his glare at Hermes remained. "See, Hermes? She's too kind for your thieving ways. Now, Y/N, darling, we must return. I have a particularly challenging rhyme for 'helios' that only you can truly appreciate."

As Apollo began to lead you away, already launching into a new poetic dilemma, Hermes winked over Apollo's shoulder. "I'll be back, little star. And next time, I'm thinking a whirlwind tour of the mortal realm. Much more exciting than listening to him drone on about himself."

Apollo, oblivious, continued his monologue. You just smiled, a secret thrill bubbling inside you. Being Apollo's muse was fulfilling, and seeing him so happy was wonderful. But being the object of Hermes's playful "theft" and the subsequent divine rivalry was undeniably more entertaining. And you knew, with absolute certainty, that Hermes would indeed be back. And Apollo would be just as hilariously furious.

[ananiel]

For those who don't know i am a fan of mythology and also thank You to floaty flowers for giving the idea of genderbend greek myths, You can always check their account, please enjoy this story

Tw : yandere themes, obsession, talk of pain, influcting pain, grafic explinations, devotion

Read at Your own risk

If You liked this ideas please let me know i was thinking of writing for a Male circe and Male Penelope too!

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Medus had long forgotten the warmth of touch.

His island was carved from curses—salt-bitten cliffs and jagged ruins, wrapped in a silence so deep it seemed to stretch into the bones of the earth. Nothing living set foot here without turning to stone. Nothing dared.

The gods had made sure of that.

He hated them for it—hated their cruelty, their false mercy, their endless games played from gilded thrones. He hated the messengers they sent even more—spineless little creatures who flinched beneath his gaze, dropping letters at the edge of the ruins before fleeing back to the skies.

They always ran.

Until you.

—

The first time you arrived, Medus tried to kill you.

You had landed lightly on the sun-bleached stones, wings flickering at your temples—half-folded in a way that shielded your eyes without him needing to warn you.

Clever little thing.

He had risen from the shadows, serpents writhing around his head, venom pooling on his tongue—already whispering the curse that would crack your fragile body into marble.

Then you laughed.

It was a low, lilting sound—like water trickling through ancient cracks.

“You always try to kill the ones who bring you good news?”

His breath caught, the curse stalling on his lips.

No one ever laughed at him.

No one ever dared.

—

He let you leave that day, half-convinced you would never come back.

But you did—again and again, always bringing small scrolls wrapped in fine thread. Letters from gods who still deigned to remember him. News of the world he had been cast out from.

You never looked him in the eye—always tilting your head just so, letting your wings flick down to hide the sharp glint of your gaze.

He hated that.

Hated the way you always kept that delicate barrier between you—just enough to protect yourself, never quite enough to be considered fear.

He wanted to see your eyes.

He wanted to see if they would widen in terror when they met his.

—

At first, he left offerings out of spite.

Small things—a bowl of honey, a few olives placed at the edge of the ruins. It was meant as mockery, a bitter echo of the old rites he no longer believed in.

But when you found them, you only smirked—running a feather-light finger along the rim of the bowl, tilting your head in that lazy, knowing way.

“You’re not as heartless as they say,” you murmured.

He crushed the next offering beneath his heel.

—

Medus hated the way you moved—always circling just beyond reach, light-footed and flickering.

You played with him.

Teasing, grinning, always one step ahead—like a little golden snake winding between his ribs.

He should have turned you to stone the moment you set foot on his island.

Instead, he began to wait for you.

He would watch the sky for the glint of wings, breath catching in his throat when he saw you flitting low over the cliffs—always arriving at dusk, when the light bled gold over the rocks.

He hated how the silence of the island felt heavier when you left.

He hated the way his fingers would itch to touch you—to feel the soft brush of feathers against his cursed skin.

—

The first time he prayed, he didn’t even realize what he was doing.

He caught himself whispering your name into the dark—soft, trembling, a plea buried beneath layers of venom and spite.

He offered figs the next day.

Then wine.

Then amber beads strung onto a thin chain.

You found them without fail—always tracing your fingers over the little offerings, never quite smiling.

“Careful,” you had murmured once, wings flicking in the dim light. “A god might mistake this for devotion.”

He clenched his fists so tightly his nails bit into his palms.

—

The worst part was how quickly you softened him.

You filled the silence without ever really speaking—sprawling on sun-warmed stones, humming half-forgotten hymns beneath your breath. You told him stories of the outside world, of gods bickering on Olympus and mortals spinning their little lives beneath the stars.

He pretended not to listen.

But he always did.

—

One evening, he found you napping beneath the crumbling pillars of the temple.

Your wings had folded low over your face—shrouding your eyes even in sleep. The soft rise and fall of your breath stirred the dust around you, casting faint golden motes into the air.

Medus crouched beside you without thinking—drawn to the warmth of your body, the faint scent of rain and sunlight clinging to your skin.

He reached out—fingers hovering inches from the curve of your temple, the fine feathers brushing against his knuckles.

He could have killed you then.

He should have.

Instead, he curled one feather between his fingers—tucking it carefully into the folds of his robe like a sacred relic.

He sat beside you until the sun dipped below the cliffs, letting the ache beneath his ribs hollow him out.

—

After that, he began to crave your presence.

He left offerings without thinking—pomegranates split open on flat stones, delicate chains strung with amber, bowls of honey tucked into shaded crevices.

He stopped praying.

He started pleading.

He dreamed of curling his fingers around your delicate throat—of pressing his lips to the curve of your wing where it met your brow.

He dreamed of breaking you.

He dreamed of keeping you.

—

“You’re a cruel little thing,” he rasped one evening, watching you toy with a handful of amber beads he had left for you.

Your wings flicked, eyes hidden behind soft feathers.

“And you’re lonely.”

His breath caught, venom burning on the back of his tongue.

He hated how easily you unraveled him—how you cut through centuries of bitterness like they were nothing at all.

He wondered what your eyes looked like.

He wondered if you would smile like that if you knew how badly he wanted to see them—if you knew how often he imagined pinning you beneath him, forcing your wings apart to drink in the sight of them as the curse carved you into stone.

He wondered if you would fight.

He hoped you would.

—

One day, he would break you.

He would strip the wings from your temples and press them into amber—his little golden creature, preserved forever.

Until then, he would wait.

He would leave offerings at dusk, whispering your name into the dark.

And the gods themselves would tremble if you ever flew too far from his reach.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hi! I'm here to feed your Epic fixation per your request~

Could you write Hermes and his favorite places he likes to fuck you? 🥺 I read your Poseidon one, and I absolutely loved it 😍😍

A/n: I thank you for feeding me this delicious requests

Hermes’ Favorite Places to Have Sex with You

(Because, of course, the God of Mischief and Travel has preferences.)

Hermes is fast, charming, unpredictable—and when it comes to you, he is insatiable.

There is no place too sacred, no setting too inconvenient. If he wants you, he takes you.

But there are some places he enjoys more than others.

1. The Clouds of Mount Olympus – The Realm of the Gods, Where No Mortal Dares to Tread

Hermes is a god of the skies, the wind, the air itself.

And there is something intoxicating about having you beneath him, your body arching against his, as you both lose yourselves in the endless expanse of the heavens.

The first time it happened, he had scooped you up effortlessly, carrying you through the skies, his laughter warm against your skin.

“Where are we going?” you had asked, breathless.

His golden eyes had gleamed mischievously.

“Where no one can interrupt us.”

And then—you were in the clouds.

The air cool against your skin, the world stretched out below you, endless and vast.

You had barely processed the view before he was on you, pressing you down onto the soft, weightless mist, his hands gripping your thighs, his lips tracing the line of your jaw.

“You trust me, don’t you?” he had whispered, his voice rough with desire.

And you did.

Gods, you did.

Because even when the ground was nowhere beneath you, even when you were lost in his touch, his kisses, his hands—you knew he would never let you fall.

2. The Shadowed Corners of Olympus’ Grand Halls – Because Hermes Thrives on the Risk

There is no place more dangerous than the halls of Olympus, where gods and goddesses gather, where power radiates from every marble column.

And yet, Hermes lives for danger.

So it was no surprise when he pulled you into a dark alcove, just beyond the grand throne room, where Zeus himself was speaking.

Your protests had been half-hearted at best.

“Hermes, this is—”

“Reckless?” His smirk was sinful, his breath hot against your ear. “That’s why you love me.”

And before you could argue, before you could remind him that anyone could walk past—

His lips crashed against yours.

His hands were everywhere, fingers gripping your hips, pinning you against the cold stone wall, his body a contrast of warmth and tension.

“You have to stay quiet,” he murmured, grinning against your skin. “Do you think you can do that?”

You had tried.

Failed.

And when he finally pulled back, his golden eyes burning, he had pressed a kiss to your temple and whispered, “I win.”

3. His Temple at Night – When It’s Just the Two of You, and He Can Worship You Properly

For all his mischief, his chaos, his endless energy, there is something almost reverent in the way he loves you in the quiet moments.

His temple, usually filled with prayers, offerings, and the scent of incense, becomes something entirely different at night.

The first time he had taken you there after dusk, he had led you past the marble pillars, through the dimly lit corridors, his fingers laced with yours.

“You always make me chase you,” you had teased.

Hermes had smirked. “Not tonight.”

And then—he was on his knees before you.

His warm hands sliding up your legs, his lips brushing your skin, his golden gaze dark with devotion.

“Let me worship you,” he had whispered, and there had been no mischief in his voice, only hunger, only need.

And he did.

Slowly. Thoroughly. Completely.

4. The Forest, Beneath the Moonlight – Where He Can Lose Himself in You Entirely

There is something wild about Hermes, something untamed, something that does not belong to Olympus alone.

And when he takes you into the woods, beneath the open sky, surrounded by nothing but nature and the whisper of the wind—

He is free.

The first time it happened, you had been laughing, running from him, your heart pounding, the thrill of the chase making your skin burn.

Then, suddenly—he had caught you.

Spun you against the nearest tree, pinning you with a knee between your thighs, his breath hot against your ear.

“Caught you,” he had murmured, smirking, his hands sliding beneath your clothes, teasing, testing.

The moon had bathed you both in silver light, the scent of earth and rain filling your lungs as he pressed you into the rough bark, his body claiming yours, slow and deep.

And when it was over—when you were both spent, tangled together on the forest floor—

Hermes had simply grinned, pulling you close, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple.

“You should run more often,” he had whispered.

5. His Personal Chambers – When He Wants You All to Himself

There are no distractions here.

No gods, no mortals, no risk of being seen.

Just you and him.

Hermes does not often stay in one place, but his chambers are the one place he always returns to.

And when you are there, he is not the fast-talking messenger, not the trickster, not the god always moving from one adventure to the next.

He is just Hermes.

The first time he brought you here, he had pressed you down onto the bed, hovering over you, his golden eyes dark and unreadable.

Then, softly—almost too soft for a god of mischief—he had whispered, “Mine.”

And this time, there was no rush.

No teasing. No games.

Just him, taking his time, learning your body, making sure you never forgot who you belonged to.

And when he finally collapsed beside you, pulling you against his chest, his fingers trailing lazily over your bare skin—

For once, Hermes had nowhere else to be.

Because you were the only thing he had ever wanted to chase.

And he had already caught you.

[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?

[calypso-apologist]

Hermes...hn.h.h.h..hermes...herme.s..is..sis.s.sisis GREAT at eating psus.y...

Hermes eating pussy ♡

cw: nsfw. afab reader. fem leaning reader.

Of course he was good at it. You thought he was teasing, messing with you like he usually would, but no. He had to be good at it. Which means you lost the damn bet.

Although, in all honesty, the bet wasn't exactly on your mind right now. Not even in the back of it. Your brain was too focused on trying to keep up with the messenger god and his mouth working its magic on your cunt. The way the tip of his tongue flickered in and out. A teasing promise to finally taste you from the inside, to finally give you the orgasm he promised.

The orgasm you craved so desperately that you even tried to mumble out a prayer to him, resulting in a small vibration from his giggles against you, his arms pressing your thighs against his head some more. Your attempt was adorable, it really was, even if you could let out two, maybe three syllables between each moan and whimper.

Hermes knew exactly what he was doing. So when his mortal lover started jokingly teasing him, he took that as a challenge. And what makes challenges even more fun? A bet, of course!

If you were to win, he was meant to give you a gift. Anything of your choosing. And if he won (which he, of course, did), you were his for a ten days and ten nights, whenever he wanted, whatever he wanted. So if he wished to kidnap you from your palace, your father, the King, could do nothing about it but await your return.

And Hermes loved that idea. Having ten days and ten nights without sneaking around, finding time that would match both of your busy schedules... Of course, the way he earned his prize wasn't too bad, either! After all...

... you tasted absolutely delightful, darling.

[antinousletmehit]

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୨୧┇ Antinous:

Aphrodites gamble (platonic)

Thorns in Thalos

relationship hcs

Pissing him off

More relationship hcs

Redflags but you’re into that

Daydreams

Knight!reader

Jealous!antinous

Dancer!reader

Odyssues’sdaughter!reader

Domestic life hcs

Malewife hcs

Calling out his name

Knight!reader again

As a father(with Odyssuesdaughter!reader)

Calypso!reader

Princess!reader

୨୧┇ Odysseus:

Reader fawning over him

Forcing him to sleep

Calypso’s aisle

Hold them down

Post war hcs

୨୧┇ Polities:

Nymph!reader

Shy!reader

Coming back

Relationship hcs

୨୧┇ Eurylochus

୨୧┇ Hermes

Playful reader

Relationship hcs

Unrequited love

Nyx’s!sister reader

Protective!Hermes

Royalty!reader

୨୧┇ Tiresias

Cheerful!reader part two to this

He can’t see your future

୨୧┇ Telemachus

Aphrodites gamble

Servant!reader

Olderbrother!Telemachus

Fiancée!reader

Ody teasing him

Flirty!reader

Reader manhandles him

After your wedding night

Midnight swim

Pregnant!reader

୨୧┇ Poseidon

600 strike aftermath

Squabbling

୨୧┇Zeus

Relationship hcs