#apollo blood of zeus

[dragologist]

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[mihrimahfs]

The men of Blood of Zeus 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥Blood of Zeus team, yall knew what y’all was doing >>>>>>>>>> had me folding over like a bad lawn chair👏👏👏👏

[ladylaviniya]

Okay, if we confessing things about Apollo (Blood of Zeus), I have to tell someone my fantasy bc it burns my inside. I want him to fu*k me in his original height, when he is so tall and strong and big. When Zeus hugged Heron's mom in the Underworld it was so good to see the height difference or when Apollo was standing beside Heron. It's still a manageable size but to think about the stretch, the pain and pleasure combo and him being super excited that you would do this for him. Like Gods usually downsize themselves when having sex with a mortal but in this case his lover would express this wish to have him in his original size and it would turn out in this way is more comfortable for him. Maybe the lover is his priestess or something and this happens in one of his temples. (sorry for the confession, I have just seen your post about Blood of Zeus Apollo) This is of course not a request but if it interest you I would be curious of your take on this story if you would ever wanna write this or anything else for Apollo.

I love that you dare to write dominant/submissive or master/slave relationship. We need a super dark Apollo fic where his priestess is super submissive and wants to serve him well so this is why she asks him bc she wants him to be comfortable and he just goes with it.

This is so embarrassing please if this is not your taste just ignore it.

Blood Of Zeus: Apollo’s Pythia

Story Synopsis: You serve the god Apollo since he has threatened to bring a plague upon the people of Delphi.

Pairing: Apollo X Priestess!reader

Story Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Vaginal sex, Humiliation, Size kink, size difference. Mentions of Loss of Virginity, Loss of Innocence, Ancient Greek God Mythology, Mentions of Animal Sacrifice, Master/Slave dynamic. Mostly Porn without Plot.

Authors Notes: Inspired by the song Still Don’t Know My Name by Labrinth. This was requested by @annievvv7 and I am considering writing a prologue and another chapter for when the reader is on Olympus. A Pythia is what they called the priestess at the oracle of Delphi.

The sounds of grunting and sucking of wet flesh echoed the marble walls of his temple.

“You’re thinking too much, my sweet little pythia,” The God of the sun whispered into your neck, his bright glowing hair tickled and blanketed your face and chest. His warm, large palm trailed down your soft belly and dipped between your trembling thighs. His agile fingers discovered your sensitive clit and rubbed gentle circles. His touch was so light and heavenly.

“Relax for me, your god.” he cooed.

He had you nude and spread open for him, your white chiton toga was pooled in a pile at the foot of his altar slab along with his glittering cape.

The stone beneath your back was stained in dark crimson from the countless goats that had been sacrificed in his name. At his command, you were at his mercy, vulnerable and obedient to his will. His presence alone was intimidating and his gaze pierced through your flesh as you were exposed, awaiting his words and commands. You were priestess of the temple of Apollo, you were raised to serve his will...even if it meant forgoing your vows of purity.

Apollo was correct, your mind continued to float away from his attentions. He saw it as strictly a challenge to bring back your focus to him and what he was doing to you. His two fingers, long and thick, carefully pressed inside your body.

It had been a month ago when you made the deal with the divine being. His threat was fearsome and you would not test him. It was a difficult decision, you had decided to save the people of Delphi by becoming his soul bounded slave...because he had promised if you denied him...you and the people of Delphi would face his wrath that would wrought a horrible plague.

You hadn’t known at the time of the deal that he had wanted your body in such a intimate and humiliating way. Upon your first time, Apollo had been domineering in inflicting his power...it could have been worse- you did bleed and you did try to fight him off, but he let you live and he granted you a merciful pleasure you had never known existed when you finally submitted to him. When he had come to you, you were a delicate virgin...now you were his desperate whore.

Your religion was strict with abstinence, you had even taken a sacred oath for Apollo as his representing pythia. Never did you truly believe he would be the one to take your purity. He said it was his rite to fuck you if not any other man. There was no questioning a gods rite.

Apollo’s fingers curled, brushing that spot inside you that made your vision blur, and it tore you from your thoughts as you arched into his palm. You made a pathetic whine and gurgle.

“Oh blessed pythia, you honour me,” he purred mockingly, his golden irises flashing as he looked down at your sweaty body. He drew his fingers out, holding them to the light to see how they gleamed before he licked them clean with his devilish tongue. Your lips parted and chest still heaved catching your breath. He smirked and bent down to steal your mouth in a hungry kiss, the taste of yourself on his lips made your core throb.

You pushed against his shoulders and gasped, “My lord, please lay down upon your temple floor...”

His brows lifted, “Making demands of me? Your god?” he still smirked, “Little pythia, I could punish you for such insolence.”

But he wouldn’t...he liked playing too much with you, especially when you were forced to grant the people their future among the oracle practice. The absolutely naughty things he would say to you, knowing you'd find it hard to answer the poor soul who merely wanted to know their fortune. How he would truly humiliate you and make you feel breathless by the day was done.

Your face was dishevelled in total lust, licking your lips, you pushed his shoulders again and felt his hands lift you by the waist carefully down from the altar until your bare feet touched the cold floor.

He crouched down and sat on the ground. His face was levelled to yours. You were by no means graceful but it did not stop his desire for you. You stood astride his thighs, your palms on his shoulder attempted to push him back. He let you.

Laying nearly flat on the ground, he balanced his upper back on his elbow and forearms. He tilted his head at you. You had to sit on his legs and pelvis to perform, or else the strain of your human legs would hurt more than the pleasure you’d hope to gain and provide.

You mewled desperately, reaching between you both to take purchase of his intimate member. It hung like a fucking horse, harden like a stone pillars rising up. A soft carpet of golden hair covered the base of his masculine appendage. His skin was still as gloriously golden and dark beneath his waist tunic kilt. You wondered if he had bathed himself nude in the pure light of the sizzling sun. His hard cock jumped in your hand, the veins pulsing against your palm. The God was huge, larger than any human man you had ever seen bathing in the springs.

And for some dumb reason you had insisted he be like this, his natural height and size instead of shifting into an average sized man. He was your god and you were his priestess, his pythia. You wanted to keep him pleased.

You reached between your thighs and rub the wetness there to bring it up and wrap around his cock. He gasped, amused and curious. Did you truly intend to take him at this size?

His large hands bent around your waist, digging into the skin of your soft bottom.

“Careful,” he murmured, “You greedy thing.”

You leaned forward, lining his thick bulb with your small opening, admiring the glitter in his golden gaze he held on you. His fingers ran up and down your spine encouragingly. When you rolled your hips forward you scrunched your face up preparing for the almighty stretch.

Your lips parted wide open, a horrible groan bellied from your mouth as you sank yourself down every inch of his unhuman length and thickness. You tried not to think about the possibility of it being the same size as your own forearm.

A low moan rumbled through his entire body that made your insides jump in delight and tingle. Apollo was happy to let you have this control, but he never took his eyes off you, never shut them. He knew the resentment still in your heart, the aching darkness for revenge. Of course if you tried to strangle him, stab him, even slit his throat he would not die, it would just hurt and perhaps piss him off.

You keened and whimpered, your body trembled as your lower lips pressed down to his soft pubic fuzz. For a few moments you were totally still. Tears streamed down your cheeks. He was impressed. His lips parted. You were admirable, trying so hard.

He moved his hands around. One thumb pressed to your sweet nipple and another to your clit, rubbing circles against them both. You gasped and felt your walls clamp down around him. He coaxed you through the pain, blooming inside you a new pleasure.

Apollo’s starved eyes travelled over your entire body, his eyes trailing low to the land where you both connected as he waited for you to move.

Carefully with your hands shaking on his chest, you lifted a little with a hiss, to roll down and sit perfectly again on his cock, letting him slide deep inside. You both groaned. It was exactly what you needed. The pressure of his cock, the feeling of being flooded with his cock so deep and entirely you couldn’t think of anything else but of your god creating this divine match.

You rode him very slowly. He let you lead at first until he grabbed your waist and jerked his hips up.

Submissively, you braced your hands on his strong glowing chest, feeling the smooth and tight muscles beneath your fingers, you rocked your hips back onto him, hunting the ultimate pleasure that was so quickly approaching, giving him everything you had. His eyes roamed from your face and your breasts, watching the way they moved as you practically bounced on his mighty rod. When he could feel your body growing weak and exhausted, he held you tight against him and began to thrust his hips up, slamming into you.

“That’s it, little pythia.”

He bowed his head, taking your tit and nipple into his mouth. He bit down, sending a shockwave through me, bringing your senses back momentarily. You gasped out loudly, your walls clenching. Your nails dug into his biceps. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirled and he hummed with delight at the sound of your noises. His fingers rubbed harder into your clit. Your soft whimpers began begging as he pushed harder up into you. Your lips pressed just above his ear while he sucked.

“You enjoy this my sweet slave?” He asked, even though he already knew the answer. Your sweet tears fell onto his shoulder.

“Yes my lord Apollo,” you whimpered, your toes curled and your fingernails dug up into his long blonde mane. You could feel the tsunami beginning to creep up your spine, your body surrendered to him.

“Then show me! Release your praise,” Apollo ordered, his voice a growl in your ear. It was too great. The bold bright light exploded behind your eyes. You screamed into the side of his neck, sobbing as the wave of desire broke the band.

Your muscles strangled his pulsing cock. Limply you sagged against his body while he steadied his thrusts and dragged the last few out, thrusting hard down once as he flooded your womb with his golden cum. His lips brushed softly against your cheek. He was slow and kind as he lifted you up and off of his cock. Your insides felt bruised.

He held you close to his chest, reaching out for his cape. It was like a wave of glittering white and gold. Like shining white sand, warm and comforting on your wet skin.

He covered your body in it, before lowering you to lay on the marble floor.

He eventually pulled out, and you could feel his seed start to leak out down your thighs and drip onto the cold floor. Your lips parted and your legs closed, embarrassed. He chuckled and kissed your salty sweat drenched forehead.

“You look so beautiful with my cum inside you.”

Apollo’s finger gathered the escaping slickness and pushed it back into your spent body, causing another shaky moan to slip from your lips.

“Best not to waste it.”

You trembled and boldly reached out to him. Tendrils of his long mane were combed through your fingers. So soft and smooth. He smelt like the morning, sweet dew and the warm springs. He cradled you in the crook of his arm, his skin was a great warmth along with his cape. His hand petted your body, trailing his finger tips up and down as you combed his hair softly. Come the rising sun, he would be gone again. He would speak to you daily through the oracle bowl, but you would not feel his powerful body until his next visit.

“Will I see you again?” You croaked, “Next month? Will your duties allow it my lord?”

Apollo was calm. Spent. He was pleased and relaxed. His cock had softened. His palm rested on your belly.

“No.”

Your face fell slightly. You couldn’t believe it but you knew you would miss him, his teasing touch.

“You will see me everyday...” he purred and kissed your cheek, “I have decided, you will return with me to Olympus.”

Your mouth fell open, your eyes widened. You didn’t know what to say.

“But my duties? I am to read the oracle and-”

His brows lifted, his hand pressed your hands above your head, his other finger pointed at your chest squarely.

“Your duties are to serve me, or did you forget the oath you made to me so quickly?”

With a fluttering heart and regretful fear you shook your head, “No, no my lord master. It’s just...what will I be if not your pythia?”

“My slave...my bride maybe...”

He bent down and pressed his mouth to yours before you could say anything further. He redressed himself as you sat up, stunned in silence.

“Br-bride?”

He smirked, and held out his hand to you, “Come with me my dear slave.”

You took his hand and he carried you to his summoned chariot. You would reach the city of the gods and we’d the great Apollo. God of the Sun.

[pinkmirth]

inviting him to my bedchambers

[sparklesandpudding]

No bc imagine having a "bro" thing going on with this man, where all weird ass things you guys do will automatically be considered as just being homeboys. He does consent to it, and even said he liked it. A little too much..

Like you'd just randomly slap his ass and give it a firm squeeze or grab his thigh, and he just takes it, moaning like a slut or letting out a lewd gasp accompanied by a horny face while the people around y'all are just staring like "😦"

Not to mention how he'd randomly grip your pants and basically your cock, maybe just put his ass near your crotch teasefully, before you airfuck him—thinking that you guys were just joking. But in all reality, he actually uses it as an excuse to be with you??

You'd be trailing kisses down his neck before saying "no homo" and then continuing your onslaught of hickeys down his body as he whines your name. Bouncing/sitting on your lap while he grinds on you-

He could be giving you head, before saying "we're just bros" like you literally pounding him w/o a condom...but it's okay..cus You guys are just homeboys, so it's not gay or anything.

-Michael kaiser bllk—alexis ness bllk—sae itoshi bllk—shidou ryusei bllk—loki RoR—hades RoR—Apollo RoR—Ares BoZ—Apollo BoZ—Goo Kim lookism—jaegyeon na lookism—oliver aiku bllk—your faves and whoever

[fallloverfic]

I watch Blood of Zeus for The Plot.

The Plot (spoilers for season 2, CW: blood and injury):

Seraphim is just so beautiful.

Whoever made this scene did it for us. Bless them.

Hades pre-Kratos just... incredible. I don't get why they went with the weird fanart present version when this was right there, but at least we got pre-Kratos look for a bit (yes, I get it's meant to show what living in the Underworld does to you, but idk, Persephone, Zagreus, and Melinoe look fine?).

Realizing Apollo is kind of like Greek Ambrosius Goldenloin and I am sitting with that.

He's just so beautiful. And canonically bisexual/pansexual.

They just did this. For us. Human!Seraphim so beautiful. All Seraphims welcome in this house.

He's just pretty. And lovely when conflicted.

I also really love that they show he's good at combat (at least when the opponent is Dionysus, I guess). He's pretty but he's also a warrior, and not afraid to get dirty and bloody.

I just like when Heron and Seraphim interact. It's just nice. They had an interesting dynamic in season 1, and they also have a fun one in season 2. It's rare because they have so little of the story actually in the same space - though they get a lot of one entire episode together this season - but it's nice when it pops up.

[catbread0]

Apollo x Mortal! Reader

This was not a request. I made this out of motivation again. Hope you enjoy it, and I'm sorry for any mistakes! (BTW, ik, this is OOC, I don't think Apollo would cheat on his lovers! I just felt like writing angst!)

(*´∇｀)ﾉ

Words: 1,440

Fluff, angst, cheating, mention of s*x, no happy ending

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No Undoing

You lived in the forest, away from the village. You would only go to the village to get some food, furniture, and a bit more stuff. But you would return to your cottage, it was a decent house.

One day, you were wandering around in a nearby field. It was a nice day, and the rays of sunlight shone through the leaves and onto you. Suddenly, you heard a tree twig break. You immediately turned to where you heard it, and there stood a God, Apollo.

You had caught Apollo’s attention with your gorgeous appearance. He had been observing you for a while and decided to court you properly.

After some time, Apollo asked you to be his lover, and you said yes. A God being in a relationship with a mere mortal, wasn’t the first nor the last.

He took you to Mount Olympus so you could stay with him. He introduced you to his twin sister and his other siblings and showed you around Olympus.

It’s been months since you two have been in a relationship. However, one day, you both had an argument. You don’t remember the details or what you two even fought about. But you decided to leave Mount Olympus after that. You had gotten onto a pegasus and flew to your cottage in the forest. 

You wanted time away from Apollo so you both could calm down. You put the pegasus in a stable you thankfully had.

It’s been a week and a few days since you last spoke or saw Apollo. You decided to return to Mount Olympus to apologize for your rash decision and for arguing with him. You decided to wait until night, in case Apollo saw you in the daylight because of his duties. Once it was midnight, you went into the village to get some of Apollo's favorites like sunflower seeds, honey, and a few incense you thought he may like.

You put all the items in a basket, got the pegasus out of the stable, and flew to Olympus. When you finally reached Mount Olympus and put the pegasus somewhere safe, strong thunders of light could be heard. From what you can tell, Zeus was angered and aiming towards the sea.

But that didn't matter to you. You just wanted to see Apollo. You ran eagerly to finally see Apollo again. You entered his chamber, and what you saw shocked you to your core. 

“My sunlight, I wanted to apologize-”, There before you was Apollo laying with a man and a woman.

Apollo and the two strangers were awakened by the roarings of lightnings. Just as they awakened, you opened the door.

The colors on Apollo's face drained from him the moment he heard your voice and saw you. He saw the look in your eyes, going from cheerful to betrayal.

“Love-” He tried to call out for you, but you immediately slammed the door.

Apollo had quickly gotten up, put on some clothes, and ran out to find you. Once he opened the door, it looked like you were already gone, but he saw a glimpse of you running in the far distance.

Apollo immediately ran to where he saw you. Due to him being a God, he had faster speed, and he was able to catch up to you. He immediately grabbed you by your wrist, the one that doesn’t have the basket.

“Darling, please let me explain-” he had a hint of sadness and panic in his voice. Something most mortals and gods have never seen.

“Explain what!? That you decided to have sex behind my back!? That you didn’t mean to have sex with them!? What is there to say that will save you from what I've witnessed? Would you have even told me about this if I hadn’t!?” You shouted, anger fueling your body.

Apollo stood there silent. He knew you were correct. There was no doubt that there was nothing to explain why he had done what he did. But he didn’t want to let go of you and your relationship.

You watched as he stood there. You looked back to see the pegasus just a few feet away. You didn’t want to be anywhere near Apollo, not after what you saw.

You took this opportunity to grip the basket from the handle as hard as you could and hit Apollo in the face with it. Apollo’s hand let go of your wrist from the sudden impact. You took that chance to run to the pegasus and fly away from Mount Olympus.

The impact from the basket had made Apollo fall to the ground. He watched as you flew away on the pegasus. He wanted to continue to follow you, but he knew that would cause you more pain. He looked down and saw the basket he was hit with and all the items you had put in it. The sunflower seed and incense scattered, and the honey jar was broken on the floor.

Apollo felt guilt continuing to consume him.

He was supposed to protect you, but instead, he was the one to cause you the greatest pain. 

As you flew, you decided to go into a cave in the mountains. You didn’t want to go to your cottage, in case Apollo went there to find you. The pegasus lays in the cave with you as you wept.

Right then and there, you decided to make a vow, “I vow to punish anyone who cheats on their significant other. Man or woman, both shall receive a punishment that fits their act of causing a person they love pain.”

What you didn’t know was that a certain Goddess had heard you. That Goddess was the Queen of the Gods, Hera. She listened to your vow, saw your tears, and was moved by it. With that, she decided to appear before you.

Hera comforted you. She knows the pain of being betrayed. She decided to make you a God/Goddess. “You shall now be the God/Goddess of punishing those who have committed adultery. If the person happens to be a God, then you may punish them and seek me if they try to harm you. I will ask my worshippers to build you some temples, but I have faith that your influence will spread around Greece greatly. You will have a home in Mount Olympus.” She said with confidence but also kindness.

Soon Hera would disappear. 

After a few days, you flew out of the cave with the pegasus. You went to where most people worshipped Hera. There, you saw a newly built temple. Once you landed, you saw many coming to you with offerings and praises. Hera was true to her words.

Soon, you did as you vowed, punishing those who committed adultery and even giving the poor victim a bit of success or luck. Because you gave victims success and punished those who were in the wrong, many people went to different parts of Greece and built temples for you. More people started worshipping you and wrote some of your stories of the punishments you’ve done, both on mortals and Gods.

However, none of your worshippers knew why you became the God/Goddess of punishing affairs.

Because of you being such an important God/Goddess, you lived on Mount Olympus, just like Hera said. You and Hera actually have a good relationship. You were her favorite and treated you better than her sons.

However, since you now live on Mount Olympus, you have to see someone whom you have full hatred for, on mostly a daily basis, Apollo.

Every time Apollo saw you, he would try to wave at you or interact with you in some way. However, every time, you ignored him or glared at him. For any communication he has to do with you, Hermes has to be the one to send your reply. Every time he would fight in the arena, he would look for you in the stands, hoping that you would come, but every time, he was left disappointed. 

All he could do was continue failing, looking at the incense he picked up from the floor of that night, and ask his worshippers to build statues of you in his temples. It’s the only thing he could have that reminded him of what he lost because of his actions. He regrets it deeply. He even started ignoring Hyacinths and Daphne. 

He knows it’s rude and cowardly to ignore them, but he can’t bear to remember that night.

He was no greater than his father. 

A God having an affair, wasn’t the first nor the last.

~Lilly's

[hades-bat]

babe do not gatekeep... drop that haircare routine NOW

[appolinyou]

Do you know what I thought before I watched this series? That it's the same character:

Only at different times of life, a la the bright side of a person and his dark side Yes, they are SO similar, tragic Seraphim and Mother of all solar beauty Apollo (sarcasm)

[ur-a-simp]

I must confesses:

[dragologist]

𝚈'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙾𝙽𝙶

[whoishotteranimepolls]

"Who's Hotter?" Pride Month Event: Canon and Coded Characters

[gae-mythology]

😍☀️🥰

[4lexl1kesw33d]

Wish I was blonde too..

[king-nyx]

GUYS MY BABYGIRL IS HERE

MY HUSBAND IS SO PRETTY

and his voice is so deep omg i love it

"father is complicated which is a nice way of saying flawed" I LOVE YOU, YOU PETTY BITCH

[sparklesandpudding]

A heavenly body that isn't from outerspace (Imagines)

Lookism, blue lock, death note, seven deadly sins, Tokyo revengers, blood of zues, welcome home, viral hit/how to fight, obey me

Like this man is so foul to other people yet when it comes to you, all that just goes straight into the trash.

When it comes to stuff like violence, you only get the innie Winnie tiny bit of it, or almost none at all. But the other person? Well...that's a whole different story.

He'd pull someones hair back so disrespectfully, but you, who was right beside that certain someone—he'd just pull you by your clothes, without inflicting any harm to you.

Like bro. (Art by me btw)

Yeah he may have teased you or offended you in a little way, but comparing it to what he does to other people? Are you his own deity or something? Fucking someone up mentally/physically while you just stay there, completely unscratched and clean. Worshipping you and your body like it were heaven sent.

Nobody leaving the place if he ever found out you were harmed in any way. Like I can just imagine this man looking at a bunch of beaten up dudes groaning on the ground in pain, beaten to a pulp, but the moment he turns his head and sees you, he's immediately rushing towards you to check for any scratches, literally no fucks given to the "not very important" people who were bloodied up or beaten up.

—James lee lookism—Michael kaiser bllk—Alexis ness bllk—hades RoR—Poseidon RoR—Shidou Ryusei bllk, —Gun park lookism—Vin Jin lookism—Zack lee lookism—jaegyeon na lookism—taesoo ma lookism—Mello death note—meliodas SDS—draken Tokyo revengers—Apollo BoZ, —Hermes BoZ—Ares BoZ—wally darling welcome home, —Nathaniel killer peter—Taehun seong viral hit—Satan obey me—Solomon obey me—Hades BoZ