#aphrodite ;; threads

[not-museing-around]

@hcllriot asked: 🎉💋 (surprise me)

New Years was always a good time for the Goddess. People were falling in love all over the place, everybody dressed their best for her parties that always had an open invitation. Sparkling lights, shimmering champagne, her temple home radiating for all close enough to see it. What she didn't have, was a New Years date. That was just part of her curse though; Everyone fell in love the second she smiled at them. How was she supposed to trust that anyone loved her truly when they just couldn't help it? So when it came time for the clock to strike twelve, Aphrodite looked for someone standing alone, brought her hand to the nape of their neck, and claimed their lips. What she didn't expect was to feel something spark within herself. When she pulled away, it was a slow motion, leaning back just enough to find their eyes. "Happy New Year."

[wolfythewitch]

Aphrodite

[cosmorot]

" well, to be honest i was not expecting you to show up here. what can i get ya to drink? " she offered a tiny smile, leaning forward on the counter now. / @blackcardz.

[sarafangirlart]

Honestly I would be okay with Aphroditē having an open relationship if Hephaestus also has an open relationship like we see in Lucian dialogue of the gods

Yeah it always feels like whenever ppl try to headcanon that they have an open relationship, it’s for Aphrodite’s sake, not Hephaestus, who is usually portrayed as “ace sexual” bc tumblrinas can’t imagine that disabled ppl fuck and like to fuck. Another thing (tho it’s probably just me bc I rarely read fanfic) is that I’ve never really seen boundaries and rules explored in this supposed open relationship, in real life ppl communicate about this stuff, they don’t just let their partner run around with whoever. Weirdly enough Lucian’s dialogues almost seems to explore that (tho unintentionally) by having Aglaia and Aphrodite live separately and have their own time to spend with Hephaestus.

[manslaught]

@doomdays / “you don't actually enjoy that, do you?” for once, mikayla doesn't just mean reading in general—her distaste, instead, is directed more toward the genre, which took a moment for her to figure out, since it took a solid minute for her to read the title of the book in sloane's hand. all things considered, she of all people should be for romance, not against. it's her mother's domain, the basis of her entire existence, and still, mikayla scoffs at it. she long ago stopped denying herself of everything she wants, coming out almost immediately after her father died by her hand—mouth, technically—but even since then, she's buried herself too deep in battle to allow herself time for everything else. not because she has to anymore, but because she doesn't know what else to do with herself. “fantasy's more realistic than that shit.”

[oneirataxia-girl]

THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS: DREAMMYRTLE & BUCKLAN

aphrodite of the olympians/morpheus of the endless = myrtles, roses, poppies & forget-me-nots -- morpheus was the first to call aphrodite myrtle (albeit as an insult), rose for symbol for love of the olympians, poppy was what aphrodite called him in return due to its association with sleep and imagination, and forget-me-not being the flower aphrodite gave morpheus the first time she gifted flowers to the seven endless (and the last for a long time)

robin buckley/wren bulan = sweet peas, tulips, camellias & carnations -- sweet pea as the flowers robin laid on wren's memorial, a tulip the way robin confessed to wren, camellia the flowers wren brings robin on their first actual date because those were the only ones in her garden, and carnation for the flowers wren's mother (and by extension wren) liked most

part of the 2023 oc valentines challenge: day 6

the enabler's call: @arrthurpendragon@misshiraeth98@carmens-garden@nightmaresart- want to be added? shoot me an ask!

coloring: here!

[megatraven]

Alex x MC Angst Drabble

Alex is only mentioned at this time, sorry :(

Zeus’ hands caress her face, gentle and soothing in the face of every fear that runs through her mind, pounds through each and every vein in her body until her heart is ready to burst from it all.

She wants to pull away, or close her eyes, or do something to stop this.

But her gaze is locked on his own, and his grip, though kind, is too strong to leave.

His aura crackles over his skin, and sears into her at its contact, but it doesn’t hurt. It lights up every nerve, breaks down barriers in her blood that held back the soul of another, that kept her humanity intact.

There’s a pull, somewhere. Not in her chest, or her head. Not in her entire body, but somehow in all of it at once. Her soul- that’s what it must be. Something pulls at it, and it feels so familiar, so sorrowful.

She takes a breath that might be her last, and she manages to tell the god one final thing.

Her words shake, from being drained of her strength, or filled with her anger, or singing with her longing for someone else, but they’re all that she has left as the world begins to fall away.

“I hope Alex smashes your artifact first.”

She knows Zeus hears her, and knows he says something back, but she’s already sinking into nothingness.

Her eyes close.

[bcforedcwn]

reunion

~closed starter for @not-museing-around~

Oliver sighed, this date was starting to become exhausting. Why was he still even trying? It wasn’t worth it in the end he knew that, but...he needed to try and forget about her.  It has been so long since he had been in bed with Aphrodite, marveling over her beauty, when suddenly she vanished. Not a warning, no note, no message, just glitter left where she had been laying beside him. How long as it been? 

A year? More? He couldn’t be depressed anymore, his brother forced him to get up every day, eat, and work, slowly bringing him back around. It was like working on a man who had been addicted, slowly working his way to being able to let her go. Not yet. When his date suddenly pointed something out to him he gave a weak smile and followed after her. Focused on the girl, that was till he inhaled again. A familiar perfume filled his lungs. One that faded away long ago. It had his eyes sharply turning and looking around. She was here, she had to have just passed him. Where...Where was she? “Oliver?” His head snapped back to the girl. Shit.  “Yeah yeah, sorry Anabelle I thought I saw an old friend.” Had he just been imagining it? 

[enavant]

i love to think about the notion that everyone just ‘something weird is happening oh it’s just azem’ type things it’s on my mind a lot.

anyway aphrodite tailors her robes especially for battle purposes since she ‘wants to move more freely’ n it’s really funny to me the thought of her in shorter robes making everyone clutch their pearls. she already expresses herself in little ways through like ribbons in her hair or a touch of makeup she just thinks it’s important despite society saying no and will encourage anyone she knows to express their differences instead of hide them.

that’s been a hc from the beginning i’ve talk about before but i was taking pics as aphrodite while levelling whm in ktisis dungeon n just had a lot of feeling about it again lmao i have a million feelings about azem i just think they’re neat and that’s not even touching on my feelings about parallels between my wol and aphrodite in general and expanses through time, setting up the future for their future self to do what they can’t

[not-museing-around]

5C Ollie and Dite

Aphrodite felt her aura pulse as Ollie thrust himself inside of her. On her knees with Ollie behind her, Dite felt his hands pull her back into him intimately. The presence of Ollie's chest so near her back was a warm form of intimacy. Even as she was being rolled into over and over, speared on the erection of the man behind her with every thrust. The Goddess could almost purr, the power she felt flowing inside of her from Ollie and his lust for her. The hands groping at her breasts were met with a sensual sound that would fill his ear as if she was whispering with a hot breath right into his ear. "Oh, Ollie baby.. That's so good. Show me how badly you missed me.."

@bcforedcwn

[cosmorot]

(to a third party): "They said no." (for Aphrodite)

meme, accepting.

brown eyes lifted to look at t'pring, a hint of a frown forming on curvature of red painted lips. she stood up now, palms smoothing silky dress down before she made her way over to the other. dazzling smile began to curl at lips now, gentle hand moving to rest 'pon her back gently. she sat down beside the other, using free hand to tuck brown hair behind her ear as she looked at them. after a few short moments, they got up and left. triumphant grin took over countenance. aphrodite turned around and met t'rping's gaze now, mirth danced in her dark brown eyes. a wink is even shot in the other's direction as she moved to stand, fluffing hair and pushing it off shoulders as she made her way to follow the other, waving t'pring to join her.

[lemonadecabaret]

🍋 OPEN APHRODITE STARTER

OPEN TO : m / f / nb PROMPT : using/paraphrasing quotes from cruel intentions. can be in a myth setting, american god type setting, au, etc. CONNECTION : anything welcome / whatever works

"Oh, eat me!" The blonde is both angry and bitter, a dangerous combination in such a slight little body. She's heard it all before and it's still just as tired and hypocritical as the first time. "It's perfectly fine for someone like you to fuck everyone, but when I do it I get the third degree. I mean, honestly —" A huff escapes her pouting lips, golden arms thrown out in emphasis. "God, forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex!"

[manslaught]

@wildkissed: if you're so brave, why don't you go first?

mikayla wants to believe she's above proving herself to men, but unfortunately, that doesn't apply when it sounds like a challenge. with an indignant snort, she glances in percy's direction, her spear turning in her hand. “haven't you, like, been to actual hell?” she deadpans—but considering that, maybe he deserves a break. regardless, it doesn't matter, because her pride won't allow for anything else. she lets out a bored sigh, masking the apprehension she feels. “you've done this before anyway, right? i think annabeth's mentioned something about you two getting ares' shield from a... water park, or something.” the only reason she remembers in the first place is because it has to do with her mother; that's the same reason she's here in the first place, retrieving aphrodite's belt, as if that might earn her some attention, despite the goddess' handmaiden being the one to ask—because even when she wants help, apparently her mother can't bother to acknowledge mikayla's existence directly.

“so what's the worst that can happen? we get trapped in a stupid net?” she scoffs at the idea, likely too sure of herself for her own good. mikayla doesn't want to appear too eager to win her mother's approval, so she acts like it's percy's words that motivate her instead, poking the spearhead at the ground before them before stepping forward, allowing a few more steps before she turns back to look at him, eyebrows raised expectantly. “it's fine. nothing happened.”

[leyiorr]

i can't stop looking at her t-t-t-t, FACE!

mdni.

satoru gojo is doomed.

why is he doomed, you ask? well, put bluntly, you, his girlfriend of five months, are driving him absolutely crazy.

crazy is an understatement, actually. insane, mad, mental, unhinged, deranged, bonkers - whatever you want to call it. he's holding on by a thread; the thinly woven string known as sanity growing ever weaker as the days roll by and turn into weeks.

of course, he's only blaming you. you hadn't actually done anything wrong.

you're the first relationship satoru's had in his life, and he'd be damned if some inappropriate thoughts ruin his chances with the love of his life. he'd never been happier - dating you gave him the kind of happiness he thought only existed in movies; the kind of giddiness of a child in a candy store.

he was devoted to you in every way, shape and form - you are everything he's dreamed of and more.

more.

that's right, you were more.

recently, you were the devil's temptation personified.

surprisingly, even after twenty-odd years of being one of the most attractive guys around, and having women throw themselves at him like he's some kind of greek deity, satoru is a virgin. i'll repeat that, he is a virgin. a fact that only suguru knows. a fact that he's neglected to tell his girlfriend.

he may have a flirtatious personality and the ability to charm ninety percent of the human race with one of his thousand-kilowatt smiles, but in truth, he had never dated anyone. ever. let alone got his dick in a pussy.

so when he starts wanting to go further, he's not sure how to bring it up without sounding like a horndog.

it all started when you wore a sleek black dress to one of your dates. it clung to your figure, fabric wrapping shamelessly around your every curve and tickling your midthigh at its end. and if that wasn't bad enough, it had a plunging neckline, giving the world - satoru specifically - an eyeful of the assets god gifted you with. your boobs were practically spilling out of your dress, the light catching your cleavage as you held his arm. he could feel himself salivating like some sort of perv. how was he supposed to focus with aphrodite's personal creation hanging off his arm?

his eyes began to drift to the flesh of your chest more than he'd like to admit. all sorts of r-rated scenarios ran through his head and he dared to entertain every. single. one. he could do so much with them, tease them, spit on them, pinch them, suck on them, put his dick between them-

“satoru?”

his gaze snaps back to your face at record speed. you notice how he's chewing his bottom lip, flush creeping onto his cheekbones and the tips of his ears. his hands are clammy; there's suddenly too little oxygen in his room.

“did you listen to anything i said?” your arms fold beneath your bosom and satoru almost implodes.

what do you expect him to do? the necklace around your neck has his initial on it, and it hovers over your tits almost mockingly. if it snapped, the letter would fall right between the valley of your breasts-

“satoru!”

he's choking on his saliva, apologizing profusely as he encourages you to continue your story - though he hasn't heard shit over the blood pumping loudly in his ears.

it's a battle no, a war between his rationality and his desires and he doesn't know which is winning. his rationality wins when he's around you - he just sucks in a breath and thugs it out, no matter how much his dick shouts at him. but in private, he's letting the desires win as his fists himself to the thought of you, your lips, your ass; your boobs.

the first time he sees you in a bikini he has to take a breather before he can get into a game of beach volleyball with you and the group.

(and even then he was struggling. every time you jumped for the ball the only thing he was looking at was your tits.)

he should be neutered. effective immediately.

it drags out for so long that you finally notice, and force him to talk to you about why he's avoiding you, and if you'd done anything wrong. but all you get is:

“baby, i'm so sorry- you're so pretty and i can't help myself. i didn't know how to bring up that i wanted to take our relationship to the next step, you mean the world to me and i'd hate to make you uncomfortable-” he trips and stumbles over his words-

“...is that it?”

and his eyes bug out of his head as he stares at you. weeks, months of agony over this and all you have to say is 'is that it'?

he doesn't even have chance to respond; to process your words before you're popping the top button of your blouse.

yeah, satoru gojo is doomed.

[lcstpaths]

HE SMILES TO HIMSELF AS SHE GOES ON,  busying himself with his work  ( it’s the one thing he’s grateful for. the one constant in life. there’s always something to do. )  ❝ Well you are always more than welcome here. ❞  Though he presumes their pace of life is much different than the one she’s accustomed to.  ❝ You think he considers you his property? ❞  At that, the corners of his mouth pull into a frown, eyes narrowing as he looks over at her. Sure, in some times that was the way of things. But life is different now. Women have autonomy. Their strength rivals that of even the strongest of men. 

IT'S INTERESTING, WATCHING HIM. She appreciates it in a way she doesn't think the other gods will ever quite understand. Maybe it's because she's fairly certain he doesn't know she's a god. Doesn't know that when she talks of property and marriage it's not quite the same as the average mortal marriage. "It's nice here," she admits, voice quiet as she takes a moment to look around. Her lips press together at his question, before a thoughtful hum escapes her. "I think every man I've ever known has considered me a prize to be won." Zeus married her off to stop the infighting, after all. "And I think he thinks of me as a responsibility." Hephaestus had been tasked with her, after all. He had hardly wanted to be with her. "A burden."

@ofthclight continued from here.

[createdbyclaire]

aphrodite: open starter.

"what do you mean, i should stop giving money to charity?" the blonde goddess had asked her assistant. clearly she thought the man in front of her was an idiot. "absolutely not, go away now, and double the payment. and if there is a single cent missing, i will know."